#lew juergens x reader

[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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[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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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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[theboardwalkbody]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Pacific (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lew "Chuckler" Juergens/Reader Characters: Lew "Chuckler" Juergens, Robert Leckie, Bill "Hoosier" Smith, Wilbur "Runner" Conley, Reader, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Fluff, omg there is only one bed, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 2 of Maladaptive Daydreams Summary:

Maladaptive Daydreams is collection of short stories based on my maladaptive daydreams. Can be read as ×Reader but I may assign random names to that character.

Part 2: Excuse me, those are my Emotional Support Marines. She's being comforted by Lew after letting a conversation about her job get to her. The rest of the boys come in and do what they can to make her feel comforted as well.

[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.

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

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

William Hoosier Smith, the game is on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that my shirt?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Count on it, Ma’am.”

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

[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

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( 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

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( 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

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( 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

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( 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

[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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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.

[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]

[mads-nixon]

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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Tattoos (Bill "Hoosier" Smith)

Requested by: @alienoresimagines

Summary: Birthday in Australia.

Author's Note: I'm so bloody late for Al's birthday and I hate myself for it so apologies my lovely friend, I'm the worst, the writer's block is a bitch. Anyway, happy birthday!

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No, it wasn’t definitely something Y/N expected or wanted but his warm hand in hers was telling her that this was exactly what she needed. The way he squeezed it sent goose bumps all over her body even though the weather was sunny, no cloud could be seen on the sky that day. Y/N felt safe, like she had never felt in her entire life, and she knew it was all because of him.

Bill pulled her closer to his body like he was afraid the summer breeze might take her away from him.

“We’re almost there, lucky we haven’t met anybody.” he whispered into her ear, his lips slightly brushed against her skin, and she shivered under his touch for the second time in two minutes.

“No one can know, okay?” Y/N laughed as she looked around closely to make sure that there is indeed no familiar face watching them walk right into a tattoo parlour. “We’re still in the army, Hoos.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that, darling. No one cares about that shit any more, they just want to go home.” Bill responded quickly, a hint of irony behind his voice. Y/N couldn’t take his statement the wrong way, she wasn’t able to get mad at him for his slightly bitter note, not after what they’d been through.

“Now, the real question is,” he silenced himself for drama, “what should we get?”

Y/N made it look like she’s thinking real hard about the current problem, she could feel his hot stare, but she had decided already. “Promise me you won’t laugh.”

“I promise,” Hoosier chuckled taking his hand in hers, “unless it’s some cheesy mainstream crap. Like a wing, or heart, or a damn quote.”

The young female Marine immediately burst out laughing after those words left his mouth - typical Bill. “I can assure you it’s none of that crap.”

“So what is it?” his voice suddenly soft and tender. Hoosier looked at Y/N with so much admiration he thought it’s impossible to love someone that much, the short moment of laughter made him realize just how desperately he wants to run away with her and never come back.

“A Marine symbol. The anchor with the eagle, the globe and the rope.” she mumbled as she was somehow ashamed of what she just said. The truth was, Y/N was a proud Marine, no one could take that away from her, but admitting how important her duty was to her to Bill, that was another level of intimacy. They never talked about the war, why they enlisted or why they chose the Marines. They just did and that was all there was to it, nothing more, nothing less. They took the presence as it was threw at them, no thinking why now, here and them.

Hoosier wasn’t sure how to react at first, whether to marry the woman now and there or take her away, make passionate love to her and then marry her right away. Never in a million years did he thought that something like this his lovely Y/N would imprint into her skin forever. To remind her of all the horrors, the inhumanity and never-ending suffering?

“Why that?” Bill managed to get out of himself. He surely was surprised.

“Well,” Y/N smiled softly looking at the ground, “because it means a great deal to me. It will show me just what I’ve been through, that I shall never give up on life despite all of these things happening, that those scars that will accompany me for the rest of my being are a proof that I was there. It will show me just how much we’ve suffered so I should never ever take anything for granted. Sleep, silence, water. But most importantly,” she looked him right in the eye, her right hand caressing his cheeks gently, “Marines gave me you.”

It was as simple as that, nothing more. Y/N considered herself the luckiest person on this planet, after all they’d been through she was still standing in the dim light of an Australian tattoo parlour with the man that made her believe and hope again.

“And because it’s my birthday and I wanna do something silly and fun.” she giggled and Hoosier thought he had never loved her more like he did in that moment.

They silenced themselves for awhile, just enjoying the presence of the other. Bill’s look dropped on the little simple gold ring shining on her left ring finger that he gave her earlier that day.

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“Just shut up, I’m trying to be the romantic boyfriend I’m.” Hoosier frowned, pouting his lips. He looked rather cute than mad to her and another sweet giggles left her mouth. “Alright.”

“Okay, this isn’t some sort of proposal, okay, but I want you to know that…” he cleared his voice, glancing from her eyes to her lips and back. She could say this was pretty hard for him, expressing his feeling out loud, Hoosier was always more of touchy guy, and it made her to fall in love with him even more.

“I want you to know that you keep me sane in this mad world, the reason I’m alive is you and only you, Y/N. Happy birthday, darling.” he slipped a simple ring onto her finger, looking at the jewelry for some time as he soft smile appeared on his face.

[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.  

[imaginesbymk]

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

non requested

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

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

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

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

[inglourious-imagines]

Glances (Bill "Hoosier" Smith)

Summary: On a ship heading to the Pacific, Bill Hoosier gives you long loving looks until Leckie sees it and decides to make a comment.

Author's Note: A bit shorter one for a nice weekend! Let me know if you wanna be tagged in these.

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @floydtab @kyra3155 @real-fans @meteora-fc @not-john-watsons-blog @band-of-brothers-cz @tealaquinn @ok-roemanov

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"Whatever makes you feel the sun from the inside out, chase that." - g.t.

"Hey boys!" Sid caught his friends' attention with his shout, "I want you to introduce to the first female Marine in the whole fucking world! Y/N Y/L/N!" 

Whistles, shouts and simple "hellos" were leaving every soldier's lips who were near while patting her shoulder. 

Chuckler immediately freed up space for her to sit down and offered her a piece of his orange. "Thansks, Lew." Y/N winked at him and sat on the bench next to Runner.

"Nice to meet y'all, guys!" she tried to shout over the loud mess, "Sid already told me all about you!"

"Only good stuff I hope." Hoosier laughed blowing out the cigatette smoke.

"I'm not so sure about you, Bill. He said you can be an sarcastic asshole."

The group burst into hearty laugh at her comment and Hoosier's cheeks went heavily red. Y/N high-fived Leckie across the table and gave Bill a cheeky grin. 

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The conversation slowly advanced but Leckie couldn't not see the long loving looks Hoosier had been giving their new friend since she pulled out the joke on him. Bob inconspicuously nugged his side, "Say something. I'm getting sick from your behaviour."

"What the hell," Bill frowned and indicated to Leckie to talk more quiet. 

"All of us can see those goddamn heart eyes. Just say a joke or something with a hint."

"Jesus, I just met her! And I'm not looking at anyone in that sort of way you just described."

"You so are."

"No, I'm freaking not! Now shut the fuck up before someone notices."

"You are."

"No!"

The last word was probably too loud and the conversation stopped. All eyes were on Hoosier. "Why so aggressive? You might scare off our new pretty friend." Chuckler lauged and winked at Y/N.

"Oh, you shut up too." Hoosier hissed lighting a new cigarette. She frowned at the man in front of him. He caught her attention from the first moment but this wasn't what she expected, at all. 

"Seems like Sid was right about you." Y/N cracked a fake smile with a little bit of disappointment. 

"Don't misunderstand, ma'am. He's just distracted." Leckie laughed and threw his arm around Hoosier's shoulders, "Don't look so surprised, darling! You're the reason."

This time, both of them, Y/N and Hoosier were blushing like two teenagers freshly in love.

"Seems like he's not the only one!" Sid pointed out gesturing to her red cheeks, "I consider my mission accomplished."

"Shut up!" both of them exclaimed at the same time and quicky looking away after. They just confirmed their theories even more.

 "Good, so now there are two of them. Isn't that just dandy?" Runner joked taking a puff from his cigarette. 

And at that moment, Hoosier and Y/N looked at each other so dearly and deeply - their hearts were long-term friends even though they met, in a person, just a few minutes before.

[alienoresimagines]

'Cause You're A Sky Full Of Stars (I'm Gonna Give You My Heart) | Lew "Chuckler" Juergens x Gender Neutral! Reader

A/N : This is for Jace (@speirs-sexy-ass) who is turning 18 today!! Happy birthday girl!💕 Own the day and enjoy your first (or not) drink😂👍🏻 You're one of the person I respect and admire the most, no matter what you say and you're SO funny. I love talking to you🥰 And I'm waiting for a report of Haikyuu!!! when you'll get around continue to watch it💙 All the love to you, Jace, have the best of days and make plenty of good memories❤ As Avicii said, live a life you can remember!😚

Also probably no one cares but just when I was writing the last sentence of this, "A Sky Full Of Stars" by Coldplay (who obviously inspired the title) came up while my whole playlist was on shuffle and I did nothing for this to happen so it just made me smile😊

Taglist : @murphyism @mavysnavy @speirs-sexy-ass @order-of-river-phoenix @inglourious-imagines @liebegott @tvserie-s-world

Posted : 14/08/2020

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"Lew, we can't just sneak on the roof of some strangers' apartments!" You whispered urgently, waving your hands around for emphasis of your words. Watery blue eyes stared at you and you felt your resolution weakening as warm and calloused hand covered yours and tugged them lightly towards him like a child who just saw his dream toy in a shop.

"C'mon [Y/N], it'll be fun! Besides, today's a special day, isn't it?" Right. And who could resist your boyfriend's puppy eyes? Definitely not you. However, you couldn't resist teasing him a little and started looking around you, frowning slightly as if you were in deep reflection.

The both of you were in a lost corner of Melbourne, -how Lew found it, you didn't dare to ask- in front of an outside steel staircase you knew brought to the roof. The only light was coming from a floor lamp nearby and the white and cold light of the moon, and the only sounds were the ones you were making and a crowded bar a few blocks away.

Lew's thumb stroked your hand gently and you couldn't think about anything other than that. These hands that have held a gun so tightly, pulled a trigger to kill, were touching you with such tenderness and love, as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Your throat felt dry and your stomach was in knots only Lew could make you feel, all noises had been drowned by the buzzing in your head as you realized just how much you loved him. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you smiled and nodded, watching as Lew's own smile broadened, almost blinding you.

"Okay, Lew, let's do it. But if someone comes up and bear our asses, the blame's on you." You finally said with a grin.

"You won't regret it, sweetheart, I promise." Your boyfriend swore as he had already started to climb the stairs, his hand never letting yours go, and the bag he was carrying on his bag jolting a little with every step he was making.

Every few seconds, he looked back down at you, clear eyes shining with love and his smile in full display. He could win over the world with this smile., you shamelessly found yourself thinking. It was crazy to think that just a few weeks ago, you all were on a god forsaken island, fighting for your lives and now you were running up steel stairs, feeling like a teenager with your first crush.

"We're there." Lew announced at the same time wind rose. The breeze caressed your face softly in a relaxing way and you couldn't help but to close your eyes to focus on that unique feeling. On your right side, you could ear Lew shuffling with what contained his bag, the ruffle of a fabric being undone and what seemed to be something made of glass given the sound it made when Lew's bracelet touched it. You furrowed your brows, but trusting Lew more than enough to choose to keep your eyes closed.

You let out a breath, and the screeching of shoes against the dusty ground and pieces of stones warned you before a pair of arm sneaked around your waist, bringing you closer until your back was pressed against Lew's clothed chest. Your eyes now open, you stared in awe at the view. From your standing position, you could see beyond the low wall, and the few lights of the city had their reflect on the ocean's water, the moon shining over you.

"No roof has a better view here."

"Did you climb on every Melbourne's roof just to see what view they could offer?" You snickered as he fully laughed behind you.

"I'm not crazy enough to do it, sweetheart, though you'd deserve it." You raised an eyebrow but you weren't sure if he saw it so you nudged his side.

"C'mon big guy, don't leave me hanging there." You protested, deliberately not mentioning his last words.

"I hired Runner and Hoos." Lew shrugged nonchalantly as if making Hoosier get out of bed to walk up hundreds of stairs was an easy thing to do. Then you remembered your boyfriend's puppy eyes, to which you had fallen victim again, only minutes ago. Puppy eyes were a mortal weapon. It should be forbidden., you decided.

"Should we go sit?" You asked after a moment of quiet and felt him nod then kiss the side of your head before taking your hand in his and walking to the blanket he placed in the middle of the roof.

You sat down next to him, wincing a little bit as rocks sank onto your bottom and thighs, and after some shifting around for a moment, you finally settled for crossing your legs at your ankles. Army blankets were thin after all, you learned as everyone else while shivering in the cold of the night. Though as of right now, you were surrounded by warmth, your body and Lew's pressed together from shoulders to foot, your intertwined fingers resting on your lap.

"I brought this." His deep voice broke the silence as he took from grey bag a familiar glass bottle, soon enough wiggling it so close to your face you couldn't read the tag.

"You want to know what it is, right? You want to known don't ya, sweetheart?" His smug face suddenly appeared in front of you, blocking the moon for a second, just the time to steal a quick peck on your lips then going back to his previous position, bottle no longer in his hand but now on your lap. You took it with care, feeling the cold glass on your fingers, passing your thumb on the tag and bit your lower lip to refrain from smiling too wide upon reading the year.

"Really, Lew? The year of my birth?" Your tone would have sounded sarcastic to everyone but the two of you. Maybe that's why you loved him so much. He could read through every jokes, every sarcastic remarks and roll of the eyes, knowing exactly how you felt in the depths of your heart. You didn't take away your eyes from the bottle but you saw him shrug from the corner of your eye.

"Oh? Ahh lucky! I didn't even notice!" Snorting, you chose not to say anything. You knew what he was doing, brushing it off like that. For people back home, a bottle wine with a wanted year was easy and definitely wasn't considered fancy. But for you, for anyone in the army, in deployment even if it didn't feel like it, it was as precious as if Lew just handed you the Moon.

"How? How much did it cost you?" You whispered in awe, finally looking at him with diamonds in your eyes.

"It's a gift, sweetie, I'm ain't gonna tell you." He smiled again, and you only sighed, expecting this answer anyway.

"Thank you." You kissed his cheek quickly but the broadening of his smile told you he understood your feelings.

"Then are we going to drink or not?" He joked, distracting you from your embarrassment, and oh how much you loved him.

"Of course we are!" You exclaimed, as he chuckled and gave you a knife to open your well deserved gift.

When the cap popped out with a satisfying sound, you licked your lips but offered it to your boyfriend first, who shook his head with a smile, eyes amused. What a gentleman., you silently huffed before raising the bottle into the air :

"Cheers." You took the first sip of the red liquid, feeling it going down your throat and into your stomach, closing your eyes again. It was delicious, you had to admit it, a little aftertaste you couldn't quite describe nor place but it wasn't unpleasing. Lew took the wine bottle you gave him as you wiped your mouth with a hand and stared at the midnight sky.

"Happy birthday to you." He wished you before drinking himself. If your lips weren't already stretched from smiling, you were sure you'd have smiled wider but alas, human corpses had their limits so you simply reached out and squeezed his hand, letting him intertwine your fingers again.

"I know we're in a big city but I wouldn't have minded one or two stars. It's dull without them, empty." You mused quietly, making Lew look at you, head leaned to a side then his gaze turned to the infinite deep blue.

"Mh, I guess it is. I don't need a star lit night when I'm with you, though."

"Huh?" You looked at him; not quite understanding what he meant by that.

"I saw you up there." That was his only answer but the distant look in his clear eyes made you think he wanted to say much more. He just seemed so serious, his smile having faded away.

"In the sky? I'd like to put into the light that I'm not dead yet if you don't mind." You laughed, the urge to try and bring his smile back where it belonged stronger than the one screaming to lower your head.

"Don't be silly." He huffed a laugh though you realized he seemed to avoid your gaze, focusing on the full moon instead. "Back on the island. Had you ever watched the sky back there? Beautiful landscapes, really. And I just saw you, between two stars, shining brighter than any others." His eyes finally met yours and your will to disappear into the ground vanished as you choked on your own words. How Lew could say such things without second thought other than the one to show you his love, you had no idea. You embraced it however, as you loved and welcomed every part of him like he did for you.

"Next time you're going to say something as cheesy, send me a warning first please." You croaked out with a shaky voice, overwhelmed by so many different feelings. Shock, confusion, uncertainty, surprise. Fondness, devotion, love, adoration. A light squeeze of your hand made you turn your head to look at your boyfriend, who was impossibly close to your own face. His wide smile, his clear eyes that could make everyone do as he wishes, his scent. Him, and you was yours like you were his.

The tips of his fingers strokes your cheek in such a tender way it made you shiver, and then he kissed you. It definitely wasn't the first time you kissed, but you always felt like the first time. The feeling hadn't changed for a bit, and it was like forever. As if each kiss was infinity.

When you pulled away just enough to breathe but still in each other's space, you both had stupidly big smiles on your face but none of you seemed to care.

"You're my star." Lew's words hung in the small space between your lips, twirled around your heart like a promise.

"Where was my warning?" Your lips met again in a valse, to the rhythm of the words still sealed in your heart and it was the only answer you needed.