#bob leckie x reader

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— THE PACIFIC PREFERENCE

WHEN THEY FIND OUT YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON THEM

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

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

EUGENE SLEDGE “SLEDGEHAMMER” —

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

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

Sid would tease him and never let it go.

“Give me a break, you ol’ greaser—”

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

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

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

MERRIELL “SNAFU” SHELTON —

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

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

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

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

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

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

ROBERT “BOB” LECKIE —

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SIDNEY “SID” PHILLIPS —

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

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

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

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

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

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

BILL “HOOSIER” SMITH —

This cocky little shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

1ST LT. EDDIE “HILLBILLY” JONES —

He’s flattered, all right.

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

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

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

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

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

CAPTAIN ANDREW “ACK-ACK” HALDANE —

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

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

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

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

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

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Something something Leckie in his dress blues 🫡😍🫡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?” You asked, playing his game

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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.

[solo-pitstop-vibes]

Come Back to Me

A/N: This is my first time really writing anything, so I hope it’s not complete trash! This is for Leckie, and any comments on how to improve my writing is welcome! I hope you enjoy! If this goes well, I’ll probably do a Part 2, or maybe more. 💕

(Y/N) - your name

(H/C) - hair color

(E/C) - eye color

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Sitting on your porch watching the traffic, and the people, go by is one of your favorite things to do. However, with the winter coming in heavy, you’ve migrated from the porch swing to a lounge chair inside that looks out the large bay window at the front of the house. The view is practically the same, but if it weren’t for the 32 degree weather, you would’ve been outside in the swing. It’s your comfort zone. You sigh lightly as you peer out the slightly foggy window, the snow now falling at a slow pace.

“Would you like a cup of tea, (Y/N),” your mother’s soft voice cut through the comfortable silence. You glanced back to the kitchen doorway where she stands.

“Yes, please. Thank you,” you give your mother a soft smile, and she nodded, returning back into the kitchen. Your parents were always so proud of you. You never gave them any trouble as a child, other than the trouble you got into with the Leckie boy that was a few years old than you, and just so happened to live two blocks away. You always kept good marks in school and never got sent to the principal.

Although, your parents were slightly taken back when you told them you wanted to take a year off before attending college, but with a promise of getting a job and starting next fall, they agreed. Since you had graduated, you had taken a small receptionist job at the local newspaper. Robert Leckie, your childhood best friend had helped you get the position. He had been working there as a sports writer for some time now.

“Here you go, dear,” your mother was at your side offering you a warm mug of tea. You thanked her and cradled the mug in your hands, before taking a tentative sip. You could hear the radio faintly playing fro the sitting room down the hall where your father had retreated to earlier in the evening. Most likely, he was reading and smoking a cigar, which is what he did most days when he returned from work. The low sound of jazz music only added to the calm atmosphere of the house. You sipped your tea, enjoying the view of the snow falling slowly and the cars driving by. As you watch the cars go by, you notice one slowly coming to a halt in front of your house. You stay seated, waiting for someone to get out of the automobile. Soon enough, Robert Leckie steps out, a thick coat bundled around him. You watch as he shuts the car door before shoving his hands in his pockets, making his way up towards the house. You set your mug down on a table nearby and head to the door to greet him. Before he can even knock, you’re pulling him inside.

“Ma! Bob’s here, we’ll be in the living room,” you call out, shutting the door behind the tall man. Not daring to leave it open for more than what’s necessary, it wasn’t worth letting the frigid air in. You hold your hand out, “give me your coat and go warm by the fire, it’s absolutely freezing outside.” Bob shrugs the coat off his shoulders, gently placing it in your hands,

“Thank you, doll.”

You place the coat on the coat rack and follow Bob into the living room, where you both end up standing by the fire. “So what’s the visit for, stranger? Haven’t seen you in a few days,” a small smile is spread across your cheeks as you look up at Bob, who’s staring at the fire. You knew something wasn’t right, he was usually cheery and would already be picking at you by now about one thing or another.

“I’ve got some news, and you’re probably not gonna like it very much,” Bob’s gaze turns to you as he pauses for a moment. His eyes scan your face, taking in all the features he wishes to never forget. Your soft cheeks, bright (E/C) eyes, the gentle slope of your nose, your pink lips, and the beautiful (H/C) mess of hair that frames your face. He always loved it when you wore it down, especially now since it had grown out long. You two have known each other for almost your entire lives, and over the past few years, you’ve grown to be something more than just friends. Neither of you exacting realizing it and actually acting upon it, so everyone else was left to just sit back and wait for the two of you to finally come together. You caught the look in Bob’s eyes as he looked down at you. The look was bittersweet, a kind that was familiar to the news he was about to deliver. You reach out and slip your hand in his, interlocking your fingers. You hands fitting together perfectly in their own way, and your other hand comes up to gently touch his forearm. Bob took a deep breath before continuing, “I joined the Marines. They said I joined up just in time for the next shipment to basics. I’m leaving today, headed straight to camp, then straight to the Pacific.”

Your breathing hitched in your throat. Your gaze dropped to your feet for a few moments. You take a deep breath and looked back up at the blue-eyed man. “Well.. you better come back home in one piece Robert Leckie, or I’ll have to go all the way to the Pacific and make Japan surrender myself.” You cracked a small smile, a sad gleam in your eye covered with a little bit of humor. A small chuckle rumbles in Bob’s chest and he smiles at you.

“Maybe I’ll— uh write you when I’m gone,” Bob asks, shifting his weight to face you more. You break out into a full smile, a small blush covering your cheeks.

“I’d love that, Bob,” you say. You hand squeezes his lightly, and you stare at each other for a moment. Taking in each other’s features. Interrupting your little moment was a car horn, more specifically from the car parked out front.

“That’s my father, he’s driving me to the train station. I should probably get going, wouldn’t want to miss my train.” Bob pulls you into a tight hug, holding you for what seemed like ages.

“You better take care of yourself over there, or I’ll tell Mr. Rutherford that you said to give me your job,” you giggle softly as you help Bob pull on his thick coat.

“Hold down the fort for me will ya, (Y/N)?”

“Just as long as you come back.”

Then with a small kiss to your forehead, Bob walked out the door. As he walked down the walkway towards the car, he turned and looked back. Getting one last look at you standing in the doorway, etching the image in his mind as he slid into the black car and off to the train station.

[mads-weasley]

Crazy

Robert Leckie x Nurse!Reader

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

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

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

(y/n) - your name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(y/h/c) - your hair color

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

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

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

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

"Where were you, huh? You wer-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry ma'am."

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

"What....other things?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Goodnight, (y/n)."

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

~

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

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

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

~

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

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I just do."

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

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

"Go," he whispers.

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

"So close, buddy. So close."

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

"Yep. So close." He finally responded.

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Knew what?"

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

[multifandomlover01]

MASTERLIST

Contains my writings for:

Band of Brothers

The Pacific

Criminal Minds

Band of Brothers

Joe Liebgott

I Have Always Loved You (Female Reader)

Coming Soon: Modern AU feat. PTSD & an ESA

Short, Assorted Lieb Stuff

Albert Blithe

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

Foxhole Checks (Platonic Female!Medic!Reader)

Ron Speirs

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

Touch (Female!Nurse!Reader)

Johnny Martin

The Patrol (Female!Medic!Reader)

George Luz

The Darts Game (Female!Medic!Reader)

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

Eugene Roe

The Scissors (Female!Reader)

The Nightmare (Female!Medic!Reader)

Ten Minutes (Female!Medic!Reader)

The Breakup (Female!Reader implied)

David Webster

Harvard’s Back (Female!Medic!Reader)

Chuck Grant

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

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

Donald Malarkey

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

Various/Multiple

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Pacific

Snafu Shelton

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

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

Chuckler Juergens

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

Robert Leckie

The Writers (Female!Reader)

John Basilone

Untitled (Female!Corpsman!Reader)

Eugene Sledge

Coming Soon: Mobile (Female!Corpsman!Reader)

Various/Multiple

Coming Soon: Sledge/Reader/Burgin Platonic

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Headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

Special Edition: Freckles and Dimples (Requested)

Freckles and Dimples pt. 2

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Preferences

BoB boys interrupting you in the shower

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

MASTERLIST

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A Barely Coherent Christmas

MASTERLIST

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MARVEL

Loki

The Unkillable God (WIP)

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

It Was Always You

Nightmares and Coffee

Lovesick Idiots

You Are My Sunshine

The Ditch

Baby Fever

Pretty Boy/Girl

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

Silence Speaks Volumes

More (18+) (MDNI)

Home (18+) (MDNI)

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

The Librarian (basically PG-13) Part 2

Who Needs Statistics When I’ve Been Promised Kisses?

NSFW Thoughts

Plans (16+ I guess)

Anxiety Comfort

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

Surprise (18+) (MDNI)

Just The Tip (18+) (MDNI)

Making Do (18+) (MDNI)

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

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

Stress Relief (18+) (MDNI)

The BAU’s Whore (18+) (MDNI)

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

Not Some Innocent Kid (18+ MDNI)

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

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Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid Screencaps

[floralfloyd]

Merry Christmas (War is Over)

Pairing - Robert Leckie x Reader

Word Count: 1.898

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sleep my baby on my bosom

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

Round thee mother’s arms are folding

In her heart a mother’s love

There shall no one come to harm thee

Naught shall ever break thy rest

Sleep my darling babe in quiet

Sleep on mother’s gentle breast.

Sleep serenely, baby, slumber

Lovely baby, gently sleep;

Tell me wherefore art thou smiling

Smiling sweetly in thy sleep?

Do the angels smile in heaven

When thy happy smile they see?

Dost thou on them smile while slumb’ring

On my bosom peacefully.”

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

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

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

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

Warm and cozy will it prove

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[auroralightsthesky]

good morning! I don’t know if you do this kind of thing but could you do a hoosier smith x fem!reader fic? Like maybe they’re not in a relationship yet but the feelings are there on her part (his too but she doesn’t know it) and he does something really physically gentle for her like maybe playing/brushing her hair or holding her? I love the rough character being gentle trope lol. Thank you so much! 🥰

Love, I'd be more than happy to, I'm down for pretty much anything as long as it isn't so far on the dark side it might as well be declared creepy (lol). I'm always down to write for Hoosier so no worries.

It was just mere minutes before Leckie and Vera were due to tie the knot and you, Hoosier and the rest of them were starting to get anxious. You hoped to God that the other numbskulls didn't try anything or get any ideas beforehand. The last thing any of you guys needed was for Bob or yourselves to look like idiots because those photos would be forever.

"Don't be so nervous," Hoosier told you. "It'll be over in an hour or two and then we won't have to worry."

"I know Hoosh," you replied. "I just don't want the rest of you to do something out there that the camera might catch."

Hoosier laughed a little and shook his head. If anything, Runner and Chuckler might be the ones to do it, but him? This was way too important to Bob and Vera.

The other girls noticed that you were struggling with the back of your dress, the tiny zipper refusing to budge another inch. They tried to swarm you to help, but Hoosier thought otherwise.

"Hey, don't worry about it," he told them. "I've got this. You girls mind givin' us a minute alone?"

They filed out reluctantly, leaving you and Hoosier totally alone. You felt his fingers fiddling with the back of your dress one second and then the next you felt his lips gently kiss the curve of your neck.

"Hoosier!!" You gasped with a surprised but happy look on your face.

"Sorry," he chuckled.

"Don't be," you told him.

He took your hands in his before you gave each other a proper kiss, face to face, just as it should have been a long time ago.

"C'mon," Hoosier said. "We'd better get out there before they think something's up."

You both adjourned to the end of the hall with Vera's sisters standing beside Chuckler and Runner, all of you ready to go. You looked right up at Hoosier, the both of you trying to contain the smiles that threatened to give away your little secret and knowing that down the road, the two of you would be right back here again.

(Yes, if you're wondering there is one scene in particular from "The Crown" on Netflix that this is a reference to. Have I no shame? No. Am I proud of putting it in here?? Hell to the fuck-yeah!!!)

[porlockstompf]

READING DE NACHT READING 2017

                                                            my favourite books of the year

my overall favourite book of the year:

     david keenan “this is memorial device” [faber & faber] (2017)

POST-CYBERPUNKSTOMPF:

01 nick harkaway "gnomon" (2017) 02 kim stanley robinson "new york 2140" (2017) 03 m john harrison "you should come with me" (2017) 04 gardner dozois (ed) "the year's best science fiction: thirty-fourth annual collection" (2017) 05 james morrow "the asylum of dr. caligari" (2017)

06 annalee newitz "autonomous" (2017) 07 cory doctorow "walkaway" (2017) 08 dave hutchinson "acadia" (2017)   + dave hutchinson "slow companions" (2017) 09 ed finn (ed) visions, ventures, escape velocities: a collection of space futures" (2017) 10 bryan thomas schmidt (ed) "infinite stars" (2017)

11 allan kaster "the year's top hard science fiction stories" (2017) 12 nina allen "the rift" (2017) 13 charles stross "the delirium brief" (2017) 14 simon morden "at the speed of light" (2017) 15 ada palmer "seven surrenders" (2017) & "the will to battle" (2017)

16 yoon ha lee "raven stratagem" (2017) 17 john joseph adams (ed) "cosmic powers" (2017) 18 mur lafferty "six wakes" (2017) 19 taiyo fujii "orbital cloud" (2017) 20 andrew bannister "creation machine" (2016)     + andrew bannister "iron gods" (2017)

21 gareth l powell "entropic angel & other stories" (2017) 22 ann leckie "provenance" (2017) 23 monica louzon (ed) "catalysts, explorers & secret keepers: women of sf" 24 ian mconald "wolf moon" (2017) 25 neal stephenson & nicole galland "the rise & fall of d.o.d.o." (2017)

26 adam roberts "the real-town murders" (2017) 27 tim pratt "the wrong stars" (2017) 28 jim c. hines "terminal alliance" (2017) 29 charles stross "the empire games" (2017) 30 james s.a. corey "persepolis rising" (2017)     + james s.a. corey "strange dogs" (2017)

31 allen steele "avengers of the moon (captain future)" (2017) 32 neal asher "infinity engine [transformation III]" (2017) 33 jason m. hough "injection burn" (2017)   + jason m. hough "escape velocity" (2017) 34 donna scott (ed) "best of british science fiction 2016"/una mccormack "star of the sea" (2016) 35 david marusek "upon this rock"/john scalzi "collapsing empire" (2017)

& a couple of re-readings: richard k. morgan "takeshi kovacs trilogy" in view of the coming netflix series and colin harvey "damage time" (2010) ... no further reason needed!

STOMPF KLASSIK:

01 matthew mcintosh "the mystery.doc" (2017)

02 sébastien roger "les désordres du monde. walter benjamin à port-bou" (2017) 03 laurent binet "hhhh" (2012) 04 + laurent binet "the 7th function of language" (2017) 05 jean echenoz "special envoy" (2017)

06 paul stanbridge "forbidden line" (2016) 07 ryu murakami "tokyo decadence (2016) 08 aifric campbell "the semantics of murder" (2008) 09 mark vernon "darker with the day" (2017) 10 magnus mills "the forensic records society" (2017)

GEDÄCHTNISSTOMPF:

01 mckenzie wark "general intellects: 25 thinkers for the 21st century" (2017) 02 claude lefort "wat is politiek?" (2016) 03 ger groot & sam ijsseling "dankbaar en aandachtig" (2013) 04 martin heidegger "beiträge zur philosophie (vom ereignis)" (2003) 05 hannah arendt "totalitarisme" (2014)

06 daniel birnbaum & kim west "life on sirius: the situationist international & the exhibition of art" (2016) 07 ger groot "de geest is uit de fles" (2017) 08 sean gaston "the impossible mourning of jacques derrida" (2006) 09 bas heijne "onbehagen: nieuw licht op de beschaafde mens" (2016) 10 giorgio colli "ecrits sur nietzsche" (2017)

11 frédéric neyrat "échapper à l'horreur" (2017) 12 slavoj zizek "against the double blackmail, refugees, terror & other troubles with the neighbours" (2017) 13 henning mankell "quicksand" (2016) 14 jacques rancière "en quel temps vivons-nous? conversations avec eric hazan" (2017) 15 alain badiou "je vous sais si nombreux... " (2017)

16 alain badou & jean-luc nancy "la tradition allemande dans la philosophie" (2017) 17 tom mccarthy "typewriters bombs jellyfish [essays]" (2017) 18 valeria luiselli "tell me how it ends: an essay in 40 questions" (2017) 19 fredric jameson "raymond chandler: the detections of totality" (2016) 20 umberto eco "chronicles of a liquid society" (2017)

POLARSTOMPF:

01 chris petit "pale horse riding" (2017)   + chris petit "the butchers of berlin" (2016)   + chris petit "the human pool" (2002)   + chris petit "the psalm killer" (1996)

02 john le carré "a legacy of spies" (2017) 03 david hewson "sleep baby sleep" (2017) 04 mick herron "slow horses" (2010)   + mick herron "dead lions" (2013)   + mick herron "the list" (2015)   + mick herron "real tigers" (2016)   + mick herron "spook street" (2017) 05 jussi adler-olsen "the scarred woman" (2017)

06 jo nesbo "the thirst" (2017) 07 ben fergusson "the spring of kasper meier" (2014) 08 e.o. chirovici "the book of mirrors" (2017) 09 toni coppers "de zaak magritte" (2017) 10 james r. tuck "mama tried (crime fiction inspired by outlaw country music)" (2016)

YOUNGADULTSTOMPF:

01 philip pullman "la belle sauvage" (2017)

PLATTERSTOMPF:

01 cosey fanni tutti "art sex music" (2017) 02 david keenan "this is memorial device" (2017) 03 joanne demers "drone and apocalypse" (2015) 04 + joanne demers "listening through the noise" (2010) 05 robert barry "the music of the future" (2017)

06 richard cabut & andrew gallix (eds) "punk is dead: modernity killed every night" (2017) 07 butt gavin, kodwo eshun, & mark fisher (eds) "post punk then and now" (2016)" 08 sandra garrido "why are we attracted to sad music" (2016) 09 tomas serrien "klank: een filsofie van de muzikale ervaring" (2017) 10 marlies de munck "waarom chopin de regen niet wilde horen" (2017)

11 daniel warner "live wires" (2017) 12 will carruthers "playing the bass with three left hands" (2016) 13 steve hanley "the big midweek-life inside the fall (2016) 14 tex perkins "tex" (2017) 15 mark lanegan "i am the wolf" (2017)

17 simon reynolds "shock & awe" (2016) 18 andrew o'neill "a history of heavy metal" (2017) 19 bryan ray turcotte "the fucked up reader" (2007) 10 bob batchelor (ed) "literary cash" (2017) 20 simon webb "a 1970s teenager. from bell-bottoms to disco dancing" (2013)

         both bell-bottoms and disco dancing can be had @ muntpunt !

POESISSTOMPF:

01 jonty tiplady "zam bonk dip" (2010) 02 murray lachlan young "how freakin' zeitgeist are you?" (2017)

BILDERSTOMPF:

01 peter-andré bloch "sils-maria - "l'île bienheureuse" pour nietzsche" (2017)

02 willem vanhuyse "atlas van de imaginaire verklaringen: het complete handboek vor de 'patafysicus'" (2017) 03 reinhard kleist "nick cave: mercy on me" (2017) 04 william gibson "archangel (a graphic novel)" (2017) 05 a. uderzo, didier conrad & jean-yves ferri "astérix et la transitalique" (2017)

WISSENSCHAFTSTOMPF:

01 thibault damour & mathieu burniat "mysteries of the quantum universe" (2017) 02 brian cox & jeff forshaw "universal: a journey through the cosmos" (2017)

HUMOURSTOMPF:

01 james acaster "james acaster's classic scrapes" (2017)

02 chris wade “the story of derek and clive” (2017)

CYCLOSTOMPF:

01 frederik bakelandt "grinta! de bergen: 10 legendarsche wielercols" (2017)

02 lucien van impe & filip osselaer "de dag dat ik de tour verloor" (2017) 03 jonas heyerick & jelle vermeersch "bahamontes #17-#20" (2017) 04 frank strack "the hardmen: legends of the cycling gods" (2017) 05 matthias m. r. declercq "de val" (2017)

… tsundoku !

may your home be safe from tigers, leroy, x HNY!

the TBR pile grew with...

lászló krasznahorkai "the world goes on" (2017) samanta schweblin "fever dream" (2017)

peter mark, peter helman & penny snyder (eds) "the mountains in art history" (2017)

alvin lucier (ed) "eight lectures on experimental music" (2017) rhian e jones & eli davies "under my thumb: songs that hate women and the women who love them" (2017)

arne dahl "watching you" (2017) philip kerr "prussian blue" (2017) antti tuomainen "the man who died" (2017) jon michelet "the frozen women" (2017) nicolás obregón "blue light yokohama" (2017)

alex lamb "exodus" (2017) c robert cargill "sea of rust" (2017) chris brookmyre "places in the darkness" (2017) d nolan clark "forgotten worlds" & "forbidden suns" (2017) dan moren "the caledonian gambit" (2017) elizabeth moon "cold welcome" (2017) ferrett steinmetz "the uploaded" (2017) greg egan "dichronauts" (2017) ian whates "the ion raider" (2017) jaine fenn "the martian job" (2017) jamie sawyer "pariah" (2017)

jeff noon "a man of shadows" (2017) joe m mcdermott "the fortress at the end of time" (2017) joe zieja "communication failure" (2017) john kessel "the moon and the other" (2017) john meaney "destructor function" (2017) jonathan strahan (ed) "best sf &f of the year vol 11" & "infinity wars" (2017) kameron hurley "the stars are legion" (2017) kay kenyon "at the table of wolves" (2017) malka older "null states" (2017) marina j. lostetter "noumenon" (2017)

martha wells "all systems red" (2017) neil clark (ed) "galactic empires" & "more human than human" (2017) paul mcauley "austral" (2017) r.e. stearns "barbary station" (2017) robert kroese "last iota" (2017) sage walker "the man in a tree" (2017) stephen baxter "obelisk" (2017) + stephen baxter "the massacre of mankind" (2017) sulari gentill "crossing the lines" (2017) the justified ancients of mu mu “2023 a trilogy” (2017) wendy n. wagner "an oath of dogs" (2017)

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PREF. || THE PACIFIC

What They Get You For Christmas.

CHARACTERS: Eugene Sledge, Bob Leckie, Andrew “Ack Ack” Haldance, Eddie “Hillbilly” Jones

ANONYMOUS SAID: hi there! could i get some xmas preferences for eugene/leckie/ack ack/eddie from the pacific and what they would get their s/o for xmas?

TAGS: mentions of war, drinking

AUTHOR’S NOTE: merry xmas and enjoy! <3

( EUGENE SLEDGE ) He came home for Christmas this year, and was able to reach out to you and spend the holidays with you. Eugene surprises you with a ring and a locket with a photograph of you and him together framed inside. That way. he’s always there in your heart no matter where he is.

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( BOB LECKIE ) Bob’s Christmas gift for you would be last minute, but he put in the thought and effort to surprise you when he comes home from Peleliu. He shows up at your door in the evening, greets you and takes you on a date, gifting you flowers and a book you’ve been wanting to read (he remembers the little things!)

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( ANDREW “ACK ACK” HALDANE ) This guy is experienced with his love life. He knows the right thing and is very charming and leading, those traits are what attracted you. Ack Ack gets you a new record player, with records of music you like. He plays one and you two slow dance in the living room on Christmas Eve.

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( EDWARD “HILLBILLY” JONES ) He knows you so well. Eddie definitely remembers things you are interested in, but he would definitely gifts you clothes. He would get you what you saw on a mannequin on display while strolling past the department store. It was sort of pricey, but Hillbilly would do anything to make sure you’re happy. 

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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

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[x] REQUESTED BY ANONYMOUS

BOB was full of surprises, he was never a bore. Your days clouded with the horrors of the war and he’d be there to lift you up, and you were always compelled to do the same. You couldn’t imagine fighting in the islands without him, let alone go on with your life afterwards. No one could replace Bob as your best friend, there was no one better of a man like him, no better marine with a sharp mind, no better writer.

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Your Boyfriend, Bob Leckie, Meeting Your Family Would Include...

REQUESTED BY ANONYMOUS

this takes place post-war

you look forward to seeing him again when he returns home, and believe it or not, he shows up at your door in uniform, fresh with a clean cut

you’re full of joy and before anything, the first thing bob does is take you out for a date after it being way too long since the last one

you’re the one who pops the question if he’s ready to meet your family for the first time

bob is very skeptical at first because he doesn’t want your family to think of him differently

but you insist everything will go well, so you invite him over for dinner with your family

the first thing he does is greet your parents and shake hands with them and then meets the rest of the guests inside and other members of the family

bob is very polite and answers questions whenever he gets asked one

he’s acting like everything is going completely smooth but deep down he’s kind of freaking out

you kind of take notice of this, even because he’s more quiet than usual

plus he looks like he’s gonna sweat like hell

even though your parents already like him, he still isn’t sure but he wants to prove himself 

you encourage him to share a story about his time in the war if he feels comfortable in doing so

you squeeze his hand every so often under the table, but he takes your hand and holds it out on the table

he wants to gain their full trust and respect, and not just because he has on a uniform, but because he wants to assure that he’s a good man who loves you

you’re the one proposing a toast for his return

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Dating Bob Leckie & Also Enjoying Writing Like Him Would Include…

REQUESTED BY ANONYMOUS

you and bob write to each other every day while he’s out fighting in the war

pre-war, he gifts you with a beautiful vintage notebook and lots of pencils and pens to write with

bob insists you read your work to him out loud

you’re very shy at first but he always encourages you to publish your work one day

he knows how passionate you are with writing and he loves it that he’s with someone who shares the same passion as him

as he does you with his work

library visits

work visits!!!!

always talking about your dreams together

supporting him when he’s fighting

he reads your work out loud to his friends because he likes to show you off

he’s very homesick and he misses typing in his typewriter

bob has written a letter to you about the peaches incident

and has written your bday letter because he always promises and never forgets your bday

you even go as far as getting him his own typewriter for his bday

and always supporting him when he comes home and comes back for his job at the local newspaper

reading his pieces

one day he might offer you a position and write the paper for him

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IMAGINE — Bob writing his first letter to you, confessing his love. [x]

non requested

HIS pencil glided across the tiny pages of his notepad, the rest was word vomit. Bob doesn’t talk about you to his fellow comrades unless they tease him about his constant independent writing while he lies in his bunk. So when he has the chance to do so, they hear him read out loud the letter that would hope to send your stomach into a rave of butterflies.

“I’m gonna feel sick,” Chuckler teased, earning a couple of chuckles from Hoosier as well.

“Laugh all you want, but if making your sex innuendos to girls from Melbourne is your way of professing your love, you’re heading to a dead end,” and Bob signed his name at the bottom of the page, concluding his love letter written just for you back home.