WELCOME ! this is going to be my masterlist of war imagines. there will be multiple movies and shows that i love and will write for. since wattpad is going through the whole "kid friendly" thing, the imagines here will mostly be smut (or sexual content). most of the angsty and fluffy imagines will be on my wattpad ( cedvrleves ) in the book GUNS AND ROSES. but for those who don't use wattpad or dont like it, i will of course, post them on here also.
DISCLAIMER ; these imagines are in no way shape or form to dishonor or rewrite the lives of the real soliders and heroes that fought in these wars. these are based of the fictional portrayals (the actors) of the movies and shows.
smut (sexual content) — **
BAND OF BROTHERS
— bad shot ; bull randleman (sad/comfort)
— falling like the stars ; donald malarkey (fluff)
— my academy award ; joe toye (post war au/fluff)
THE PACIFIC
— snowman ; runner conley (fluff/slight smut)
— corporal ; chuckler juergens (fluff)
GENERATION KILL
— coming soon !
SAVING PRIVATE RYAN
— nightmares ; daniel jackson (hurt/comfort/fluff)
IT HAD BEEN MONTHS SINCE THE WAR HAD ENDED AND DANIEL HAD COME HOME. WITH THE HAUNTING OF HIS EXPERIENCES, HE NEEDED A SAVIOUR AND GOD HAD GIVEN HIM ONE.
warnings: smut 18+, p in v penetration, fingering, swearing, mentions to religion, female reader + pronouns, use of y/n
genre: smut, 18+ minors please dni
wordcount: 2.4k
note: here is a long awaited daniel jackson smut (please tell me if it was good, this is the first full smut I actually wrote and published)
song recommendation: ‘cinnamon girl’ or ‘say yes to heaven’ by lana del rey
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daniel was a man of god, believing a benevolent deity watches over him and the people around him in a sight of protection and innocence. and with protection, god always guided his strongest soldiers with his precious beings. for daniel, he believed y/n was god’s precious being meant for him. the innocence and light to guide him through the darkest days of the trenches and towers and join him while he marches through the misty valleys of france. that was his heaven, his sign that his god, heard him and protected him from evil. she was his light, life, and body. he is sworn worshipped her, in any way he could.
daniel lay shirtless, an arm under his head with his dogtags resting on his chest. closing his eyes, he was relieved to see darkness. it had been months since the war ended and he had been shipped home. it wasn’t easy, the cheers and pride had dissolved many days later. he was left a man with scars only those who lay beneath the grounds of bastogne could understand. the death and despair of watching friends and family die, knowing nothing can be done. he couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t over. faces of ghosts showing themselves each time he closed his eyes.
the bedroom door squeaked open. daniel fluttered his eyes open, moving his head toward the door. light streaming in from the hallway, he swore he saw an angel. light radiated off of his wife as she walked in, dressed in nothing but her white nightgown stopping just below her knees. she was beautiful.
closing the door, y/n welcomed the darkness and the silhouette of her husband in bed. walking over to the bed, she glanced to daniel. his eyes were soft, never leaving her as she made her way to him. it was a different look, at least from his usual love-sick eyes. they carried love, softness, and something she only saw on their wedding night. worship. the growing smile and eyes so soft as if she would break.
pulling the blankets over her, y/n leaned onto her husband’s chest, resting her chin on the back of her hand. catching his eyes, she could melt. there was no words needed to know what daniel meant with his look.
“daniel, why are you…” started y/n, instantly silenced with daniel pushing his lips on to hers. delicate and hesitant. immediately closing her eyes, she moved her lips with his. she needed this. he needed this. pulling back inches apart, y/n chased his lips until daniel brought his hand to her cheek, pushing strands of stray hair before caressing it softly. with no words, daniel leaned his forehead against hers, inhaling her scent with all his being.
opening her eyes slowing, she couldn’t believe the beauty she saw before her. lips parted as he squeezed his eyes shut, eyebrows knitted in confusion and restraint.
“you are real…” whispered daniel, his eyes staring through his lashes. y/n nodded, bringing her hand to his, her thumb rubbing the back of his hand gently.
“i am real…” said y/n. daniel left her eyes, flickering between her lips and gaze. moving his hand, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip, parting her mouth.
daniel inhaled sharply, “and you are mine.”
breathing hitched, y/n nodded slowly. “and i am yours.”
“you are god’s gift to me…” said daniel, hovering over her lips as he held her chin to look at him, “a gift, i have to worship…in every way.”
inching closer, y/n breathed heavily. capturing her lips, daniel groaned quietly, the taste of mint enveloping his senses. pushing the blanket down, y/n threw her leg over his, straddling him. never leaving the kiss, she settled on his thighs, moaning faintly as she brushed over his growing cock.
wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, daniel ran his hand up her back, stopping at the back of her head and tugging slightly. pulling away from the kiss, they heaved, chests rising and falling with the stuttering beats of their hearts. grabbing the end of her nightgown, she pulled it over her head, feeling a shiver run down her spine as the cool air pierced her skin. daniel, jaw slacking slightly, rested his hands on her hips, moving them up before meeting the round of her breast. a soft gasp escapes her as her nipple is taken by daniel, with sloppy kisses and licks of plenty. the waves of splendor cease as daniel pulls off, leaving her glistening and staring up at her with eyes of lust and worship.
“lord…forgive me” breathed daniel, his southern drawl making the ache unbareable. leaning against his forehead, y/n smiled, running her hands from his jaw to his broad shoulders.
“then worship me.”
in a manner of seconds, daniel flipped them over, leaving y/n beneath him. his kisses ravaged her neck, his hands pinning hers to the side. slow and gentle kisses followed the valley of her breasts, stopping to slide over her hardened nipples. in a wave of pleasure, y/n let out a moan, wanting to reach for him but kept restrainted.
daniel looked up at her as his descending kisses reached below her belly button.
“you’re beautiful…” muttered daniel, his hand finding its way to her inner thigh. “you tease me darling…” in a spasm of pleasure, y/n choked out a moan as daniel massaged his thumb over her glistening clit. in slow circles, daniel massaged gently, glancing up at his wife.
“daniel, fuck.” y/n cried, the pressure increasing as daniel quickly rubs in circles and slowing down once she moves too much.
daniel chuckles, watching his wife writher beneath him. “those are fighting words sweetheart…i think you need to be reminded of whose listening” slipping two fingers into her, daniel relishes in the noises of his wife.
“daniel!” moaned y/n, loving the feeling of his fingers inside her. she loved it so much. his beautiful fingers, curling in her cunt. the thought of it was amazing, but the feel of it was better. “please, daniel…i need you”
daniel looked up at her, eyes full of love, “i will worship you, you are mine and i am yours…as he intended.”
a fire spread over her body, as one long stripe was made of her aching cunt. a flash of ecstacy held a veil over her vision, the reminisce of her pleasure. the intrusion of his fingers moved and curled, hitting the spongy spot that made her clench. he could barely hold back as he sucked and nibbled on her soaking cunt, the beautiful whimpers leaving his angel, his name sung as a prayer.
the familiar sensation squeezed at her insides, leaving her stomach in a heated turmoil over to a near release. arching her back, daniel placed his large hand on her stomach, forcing her down as he brushed his tongue over her swollen bud. y/n could feel her vision flee from her as she breathed her husband’s name, shutting her eyes.
“daniel, i-” moaned y/n, daniel looked up through his eyebrows, watching her expression of pure bliss as he placed his tongue on top of her clit. threading her fingers through his hair, she pulled softly, bringing his lips to hers. the taste of her on him made her stomach flutter something twisted. deepening the kiss, daniel removed his fingers—much to her dismay, bringing them up to gently rub her nipples between his fingers.
daniel pulled away, wincing as his restrained cock needed to be let free. leaning down on her forehead, he gently rubbed his nose against hers, inhaling sharply.
“do you want to know how i know you were made for me?” asked daniel, bringing her legs around his waist and lowering his hips, applying pressure to her clit with his growing cock. y/n breathed a shaky moan, opening her eyes and staring into his. “because he made you sing my name as if it was his…” daniel pulled back, staring down at y/n as if she was a delicate flower that would snap at any moment. removing her legs wrapped from his waist, he continue to stare into her eyes, his hands finding the waistband of his boxers and bringing it down.
freeing proudly from restraint, his cock hit his stomach, arched slightly upward and to the left. a pretty pink engulfed the tip, a bead of pearly white resting at the top, threatening to expel itself. y/n held herself up with her elbows, her eyes widening slightly yet returning to a loving gaze as she caught daniel’s love-sick eyes.
shuddering, at the freedom, daniel looked down at his cock. rubbing his hand over his precum with a stifled moan, he stroked himself softly as he felt himself wrapped with her legs.
“...and he made you perfectly, for me.” said daniel, shakily. looking at her, daniel smiled softly. his eyes didn’t leave hers as her held his tip to her folds, sliding it slowly through her slick. mouth falling open, y/n reached for him, daniel leaned forward and she grabbed his shoulder, pulling him toward her to catch his lips in a delicate kiss.
pulling apart inches, y/n smiled. “i was made for you…” with a small gasp, y/n felt him enter her, her jaw slacking as she stared him in the eyes, “...all of you.”
falling to her back, daniel followed her, capturing her lips. daniel let his eyes fall close, the warm and inviting stretch made his mind flutter, groaning deeply as he filled her. the intrusion was delicious, the stretch around his cock made y/n wince slightly. but she wouldn’t have it any other way. he moved at a slow pace, barely leaving her as he pulled back to thrust in once more. moving in sync, daniel licked her bottom lip, begging to enter. parting her lips slightly, she tasted coffee soon after.
daniel’s hands roamed her body, particularly holding her legs at his sides as he thrusted into her. with each groan, he could feel her clench around him. massaging her left breast with his hand, he pulled away, kissing her neck and before moving down to catch her nipple. y/n leaned her head back, back arching as daniel fully sheathed her.
“daniel, oh god.” moaned y/n, feeling the rumble of daniel’s chuckle on her breast. daniel thrusted harder, pulling out completely before pushing himself back in harshly. pulling away from her body, daniel straightened up settling on his, his hands gripping tightly onto her thighs as he leaned his head back. eyes falling shut, he reveled in the tightness and her warmth.
“fuck, darling…” breathed daniel, letting his southern drawl take over. bringing his head to look down at her again, he grabbed her legs and bent them under him as he thrusted deeper than before.
“fuck, fuck, fuck.” swore y/n, the familiar feeling forming inside her. spreading her legs , daniel groaned deeply at the sensation. sliding her hand down, she played with her clit but her hand was swatted away and quickly replaced with daniel’s fingers. in swift circular motions, daniel took over with his thumb, massaging her clit deeply.
“that’s it darlin’, come on…” said daniel, breathing heavily as the feeling of release began to rise in him. in a breathless plea, daniel moaned. “cum for me, sweetheart.”
his words effected her like electricity to water, she couldn’t respond as her lips parted in laboured breathing. in a manner of seconds, something snapped in her. a flash of ecstasy filled her senses, blinding her as she screamed his name. coming down from the delicious high, y/n pulled daniel down to her, kissing him deeply as she could feel his thrusts slow down. daniel moaned into her mouth, the feeling close to snapping inside him.
“y/n, fuck, please…” moaned daniel, pulling away and breathing heavily as his head hung in by hers. y/n held her overstimulation inside, not wanting daniel to stop. wrapping her arms around his back, she dragged her nails down his back gently. in a whimper, daniel brought himself up as his hips began to stutter heavily. before he could finish, y/n wrapped her legs around his hips quickly, latching him to her.
daniel quickly looked at her with a plea and confirmation in his eyes, with a nod from her, he felt himself let go. releasing himself into her, daniel cried out in bliss. warmth filled her cunt and she couldn’t help but moan with daniel as he thrusted slowly, riding out his high. there was a moment of silence as y/n was left with the lasting feeling of fullness and whined as it was taken from her. daniel dropped on his back beside her, hoping to settle his beating heart and laboured breathing.
in the silence, y/n turned her head on the pillow, seeing the profile of her husband. turning on her side, she placed a hand on his chest. at her touch, she felt him shudder slightly before his eyes opened and gazed at her. his eyes were tired, but filled with love as his gaze softened once he caught her eyes. bringing his hand up, he place in on top of hers, his thumb caressing the back of her hand.
“i love you…” whispered daniel, slurring slightly from the aftermath. y/n smiled and leaned it, placing a sweet, but long kiss on his lips. daniel immediately kissed back, moving his hand off of hers to the back of her head, deepening the kiss. pulling back after a few seconds, daniel shut his eyes and leaned their foreheads together, y/n doing the same.
they focused on each others breathing, taking in a moment of silence as they rubbed their noses together slightly.
“i love you, too...” said y/n, looking at him with a growing smile. daniel chuckled lightly, looking into her eyes and dropping his hand from her head to her cheek.
“my love, my life, my light…” said daniel, watching her eyes soften to near tears, “you saved me.”
y/n couldn’t stop of a tear from falling, she sniffled quietly. “and you saved me.”
leaning in for a soft kiss, both couldn’t help from letting small tears fall. even though it had been months since the war ended, it still raged inside them. waves of pain and despair haunting their lives. but together, they saved each other, and they were eternally grateful…as god intended.
ASSIGNED TO THE PACIFIC AS A MEDIC, Y/N ARRIVES IN MELBOURNE WITH A CRAVE FOR A DRINK. NOT KNOWING A MAN CAME ALONG WITH IT.
warnings : alcohol, not much really, maybe some suggestive content(?)
genre : fluff
word count : 1.7k+
note : okay tbh this one is a little all over the place, i was really trying to write for chuckler (and it was also originally going to be a smut-) but it just kind of went down hill the more i added, so i decided to jsut post it before i make it worse. enjoy
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it was always the quiet ones.
men who hid in the corners of bars, drinking in silence, observing the room instead of dancing with their friends or playing darts. they made it their mission to scope out others and figure their story out. it just so happened y/n was the same.
fresh off the ship to australia, bars were filled with many replacements and veterans. y/n, being a combat medic from europe, replaced company how’s deceased. not a job for the light-hearted or the weak. she earned it. years of front lines in europe trained her for the pacific, at least she thought it did.
it was hotter than she expected. stopping herself from ripping her own skin off, she entered the bar closest to the dock. it wasn’t much but cars lined the street and many soldiers wandered in the moonlit roads drunk. rather dangerous, and y/n was off duty.
entering the bar, the smell of liquor filled her senses. it was familiar and calming, although it reeked of different alcohols mixed together. it was disgusting, but working and living with soldiers, you’d expect nothing less on a day off. one week was their limit. the whole battalion had one week to train, relax, drink, have sex, anything before being thrown back in.
groups of soldiers gathered, a circle bar in the middle of the room with walls lined with all kinds of alcohol. it was her kind of scene. making her way to the bar, y/n nodded to the bartender and asked for a drink, which he obliged.
taking a seat, y/n scoped the place. clouded with smoke, chatter, laughter and the horrible singing of drunken soldiers. there was nothing out of the ordinary for a night out. thanking the bartender, she grabbed the drink and took a sip, and glanced around. there it was. the quiet one.
a soldier sat at one of the tables, surrounded by others talking as he stirred his drink mindlessly. he was peculiar. his eyes were deep,his jaw was strong and defined, while emotion left no trace. he seemed busy in his own mind, but it sparked a curiosity y/n normally didn't act on. it was rare to see a soldier left with his own thoughts in complete silence. knowing from europe, y/n never liked to. it brought too much uncertainty and anxiety to an already redundant schedule.
she didn't notice she was staring until she caught his eyes. head-on they were much more intense. they shadowed behind lashes and brow bone, his gaze hinted with hunger. dropping her eyes, y/n turned toward the bar and downed her glass. she just got here and she felt like a whore. she was there to help her company and thats it. not sleep with someone the first night in melbourne.
in honesty, she didn't know the last time she got laid. it was years ago and with a war going on, it was hard finding time to do anything remotely pleasurable. that being from having alone time and having sex. it was foreign to her, the gazes, the talks, the touch, it was like learning to walk all over again. it required practice, which she was out of touch with.
“hey bill, can I get another beer please,” said a man beside her. glancing, it was him. the man from the table. he turned his head toward her and y/n blanked.
“may i ask the name of my secret admirer?” he asked, causing y/n to blush.
“uh, y/n l/n,” said y/n. wow, great job.
the man chucked and thanked the bartender, taking a swig of his bottle. she was horribly smitten by him, y/n didn't know if by lust or inexperience.
“well, miss l/n,” he started, leaning close to her ear, “would you like to join me for a drink?”
glancing over to the table of rowdy soldiers, y/n wanted to decline the offer, but found herself saying the exact opposite.
“only if you're buying,” said y/n, causing the man to laugh and nod at her offer.
“anything for the woman of my dreams,” y/n rolled her eyes at his compliments. something all the girls must hear from him. “alright, settle down there soldier, i don't even know your name.”
“and you still agreed to have a drink with me,” he retorted, y/n opened her mouth but closed it, “lewis juergens, sweetheart.”
“well, private juergens-”
“corporal juergens.”
y/n rolled her eyes again, soldiers and their ranks. but she couldn't judge, she was the same when it came to chain of command, always stating her rank to get some goddamned respect. seems the only way she got respect was through ranks and not for being a woman.
“i don't got all night corporal, are you buying or not?” lewis chuckled and lead the way to a quieter corner of the room. she could be fiesty when she wanted to, the glint in his eyes sparked as she spoke. they sat at a secluded seating area with dim lighting. it was enclosed and had wrap-around seating with a table in the middle.
taking a seat opposite of lewis, y/n relaxed as the music got quieter and chatter ceased the further they were from the entrance. soon it was just the two of them, alone.
looking up from her hands, she saw lewis look away quickly and save himself by taking a sip. it made her giddy. years of sweat, blood, and tears and she finally had the feeling of someone admiring her. the butterflies taking over her stomach as she leaned against the table and sparked conversation.
it started out with random things like movies and comics. tv shows and music turning into hot debates of which singer was the best, which she won. but lewis didn't put up a fight when debating. it went on for hours, the drinks ceased to exist as there debates and conversations took up most of the time. y/n could swear she was sober by the time she looked at the clock.
it was way past the time she was supposed to report to her officer. she was going to be in so much shit, but she didn't care. h company could wait and so can its captain.
“its fun to have someone actually understand things you love,” said lewis. y/n enjoyed it too. “i know this may sound weird and creepy, but we can leave if you want? catch a tram or walk around.”
it didn't sound like a bad idea. but the rising excitement raged inside her. appealing to someone was a crave for years. and the one time she does, she has to reject his idea.
“im sorry, i don't want to go for a walk. just with travelling and arriving in melbourne, i just dont think i’ll be up to it.”
lewis’ smile dropped. it was slight but can clearly see the shift in his mood. it wasn't that he got annoyed or mean, rather he didn't know what to do next. y/n bit the inside of her lip at the silence that clouded the atmosphere. it lasted longer than anticipated.
“i assume you're heading back then? or just going to stick around?” asked lewis. she didn't know. she should probably go. after rejecting the man, it was probably the best idea, to save them both from embarrassment.
“i’m probably going to go…” said y/n, getting up from the booth, “i have a big day tomorrow, probably shouldn't be tired.”
lewis nodded in agreement and toyed with his beer bottle before getting up also and huffing. looking up at him, y/n sent a small apologetic smile. he was truly a nice guy and the best date shes been on in awhile. lewis returned the smile and leaned in close as he passed by her.
“if you change your mind,” said lewis, breathing against her ear. “you know where to find me.”
with that, he walked away and turned to her, walking backwards toward the table of his friends, sending a wink. y/n shook her head at him. there was something magnetic between them, she wanted to run up to him and kiss him, but that was forward, even for a medic’s standard.
the music got louder and chatter became unbearable. maybe it was time for a change of scenery. or just to get away from her growing embarrassment. she headed for the door. glancing back at him, he faced away, listening to his friends talk, or at least that's what it looks like. she should've felt relieved about the situation, about the nice man and his offer, but she wasn't.
exiting the bar, she shivered at the slight wind of the night. the streets were lively, with the time of night, it was surprising. trams passed every twenty minutes and people wandered aimlessly, drunk or not down the road.
walking down the street, y/n thought back lewis. how his smile sent shivers down her spine and his laughter lifting her heart in this damned war. she wanted it. she couldn't even distract herself or find an indecent intention behind it. she needed to do something, but her thoughts lingered on him. his lips when pressed against the bottle, his stares full of hunger and lust. he was a soldier, and boy, she knew the hunger of a soldier.
it was wrong and horrible. but she decided. turning on her heel, she sauntered back into the bar and spotted him, still facing away from the door. that was about to change. the new found confidence was scary, but fitting for her needs, now all she had to do was not mess it up.
walking over to the man, she gently placed a hand on his shoulder and his head turned slightly. he looked up and there it was again, the same fiery look. it stopped y/n in her tracks. the confidence slipping from her grasp, but she caught it just in time. he sent her a smile and got up from the chair, bidding goodnight to his friends and holding her hand.
“i see youre taking up my offer,” he said, holding her hand tightly, “but dont get me wrong, i can be a decent guy.”
for the first time in awhile, y/n laughed. it wasnt much of what he said but more of her decision and what she was going to do.
ACTRESS Y/N L/N ATTENDS THE ACADEMY AWARDS BUT CANT HELP BUT FEEL UNEASY, ESPECIALLY THE MONTH WHEN HER HUSBAND IS SUPPOSED TO BE HOME.
warnings : minimal swearing, some suggestive content
genre : fluff
word count : 2.2k+
note : so i usually don’t write things like this but the idea came to me last night and i thought it would be a cute one-shot/imagine
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married life was not compatible with an acting dream.
reputation and power amongst hollywood’s most wealthy and fortunate celebrities was the source. if you had the reputation or the power, it could get you virtually anything and everything. except privacy.
y/n waved her hand to the hundred of people lining the streets of los angeles. it was that time of year where hollywood’s greatest actors, actresses, directors, and film producers got together. the academy awards. seventeenth. a time to celebrate performers and a person’s vision of storytelling. a waste of time, considering a war had ended.
pushing it away, the car came to a halt and marc, her manager, hopped out and opened the door for her. y/n put on her best smile, the “award-winning” smile as some call it, and exited the vehicle. flashing cameras and yelling caused her hands to clam. y/n silenting thanks for her gloves she wore with her satin dress, it was off the shoulder, dropped just below her knees and matched with a simple silver necklace.
“miss! miss! over here please miss!” multiple screams from the paparazzi calling out to her, y/n obliged with poses.
it wasn’t that she hated the job, it got annoying sometimes. she had no privacy, she was constantly told what to do, and had to deal with misogynistic people in the industry. yet, acting brought her a sense of productivity and accomplishment, all the years of acting schools and working at the bank, she had finally found something that made her rich and happy. in terms of money and fame. but as all human needs have, shes got someone making her feel beyond all that.
joe toye. a muscular, stubborn headed man who stole her heart on a simple night in pennsylvania. acting wasn’t totally useless, because of her job she got to meet interesting people, such as her husband, joe. It wasn't much compared to love stories, a bar after a long day of work and a soldier home for a few weeks. a classic soldier-civilian love story. after shooting a few scenes, steam needed to be let off. resulting in a search of good bars in the city, which just so happened to have caught the eye of joe toye also.
however, he wasn’t home yet. the war had ended a few months ago and troops started coming on ships three weeks ago. throughout the few years after that night in pennsylvania, discussions among discussions carried out about their lives and how it would be once he returns. it was letters full of hope and puppy love. wide eyed babies who saw each other but not the big picture, the war. with acting having her tied in ropes and joe having to fight in europe, they drifted apart. it tore her up, the feeling of losing someone so dear to her, not to death but to life.
y/n seemingly teleported to her seat in the hall. the room was huge and rounded with seats able to fit around five hundred. red drapes decorated the hall and the balconies reserved for special guests. a stage in front of the crowd, a mic standing alone on the stage, awaiting the host. more people piled into the room, greeting friends and foes as they passed by her down the aisles.
minutes later, the crowd had grown and the hall was filled. chatter clouded the atmosphere, nearly suffocating her. bouncing her leg, y/n couldn’t help but feel nervous, there was something different about this awards ceremony.
“ladies and gentlemen, i would like to welcome you to the seventeenth academy awards!” said bob hope, starting the awards as the host. “i am your host, bob hope, and we would love to thank everyone for coming out.”
hope’s voice drowned out as y/n stared off on a space on the stage. it was her fourth academy awards in her life and all the other times she felt fine, especially for the last two when joe was in europe. it nagged at her chest, the feeling of uncertainty and nervousness. her surroundings felt like slow motion. echoes of people clapping, laughing, and the music playing in the back when awards started being announced. it was a dream, or at least it felt like one.
“our nominees for best lead actress in film are gene tierney in ‘leave her to heaven’,” bob began listing the names off for best actresses.
many famous actresses names were announced, such as jennifer jones, ingrid bergman, and greer garson. all amazing films and great actresses who certainly all deserve the award.
“and lastly, y/n l/n in mildred pierce,” said bob hope, the crowd clapped as usual for the nominees, “now, i must say this must have been a tough decision for the viewers out there, we have five great films and actresses who all deserve this award. however, there will only be one. with that, the academy award for best lead actress in a film goes to…”
the crowd went silent and y/n could feel her throat begin to tighten in suspense. this feeling was nothing new, the excitement of being a potential candidate for an academy award was a huge honour. although she lost her previous ones, there was something different about this one and she couldn’t understand why. mildred pierce was one of the most fun she had on a film. the story was amazing, and all she hoped was that her emotion and acting portrayed her feelings for the film and how much she loved it.
“y/n l/n in mildred pierce!” said bob, the hall erupted into cheers and claps.
she did it. she won the award. y/n, aghast at the announcement, placed a hand over her mouth and got up from her chair, making her way down to the stage. composing herself as she walked up the stairs, she ran a hand over her hair and smiled at bob, who stood smiling at the microphone.
“congratulations y/n,” whispered bob and pulled her into a hug before holding out the award.
“thank you, bob,” said y/n, taking the award and standing in front of the microphone as bob went off to the side.
it went quiet. the hall was dark from her side, the lights darkening the crowd to an abyss. placing the award on the stand, she looked at it as she started to think of what to say. there was too much to say and so little time.
“wow…this is amazing! i cannot thank you enough for this award, for everyone that voted and also cheers to the other beautiful actresses nominated for this award!” everyone cheered, “uh, i would like to thank the academy for this award, my parents for putting me through acting school, the directors, producers and my co-stars for making mildred pierce the best film experience of my career yet! and lastly, i’d like to thank my husband, joe, for supporting me through this journey for that last three years from across the ocean. i love you, honey!”
the crowd clapped and whooped as y/n nodded to bob to continue and she made her way for the stairs.
“ah, y/n, if you would like to stay here for a moment, we seem to have a surprise for you,” said bob, motioning her to come back to the microphone.
confused, y/n laughed and walked over to him.
wrapping an arm around her shoulder, bob smiled out into the crowd and leaned into the microphone.
“may we, as the academy awards, present a special guest,” started bob, squeezing her shoulder slightly, “fresh off the ship from england, your husband, mr. joe toye!”
light from the stage spotted in the crowd, joe, standing up with support from crutches. y/n stopped. his letters ended a few weeks ago and all she got was a letter saying that he was injured in battle, nothing else was reported. but there he was, happy as he could be. turning to bob, she passed him the award before lifting her dress slightly and running down the stairs to her husband.
laughter and cheers filled the room as she made her way up to him. she could hardly contain herself, she didn’t know if she wanted to cry, scream, or kiss him. no letters, only some stupid report making her think the worst. joe stood there, a smile present on his lips and crutches supporting his weight on his one leg.
holding out his arms as best as he could, y/n found herself engulfed with the musky smell of cigars and sweat, but she didn’t care. her husband was alive and mostly well. there it was again, the dream feeling making everything woosy and swirly. she was in his arms again and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“great job doll,” muttered joe into her ear, “i knew you could do it,”
“i have you to thank for this, you made this happen, you supported me through everything, even when you were getting shot at.” said y/n, smiling at him.
“well, whoever helped you with the award, it was all you and for that,” said joe, pulling her close with one of his arms, “you deserve another award.”
joe pressed his lips against hers and she melted into it. one year since their last kiss and she wanted nothing more. it was a simple pleasure she dreamed of every night before bed, every morning when she made coffee and everytime she attended a party. and with the war over, she can finally have it.
pulling back, she smiled, “we should probably sit down, don’t want to keep the awards waiting.” joe nodded and made his way over to her seat, which had an empty spot beside it, while y/n went to retrieve the award.
bob smiled at her and pulled her into another hug, which she returned. showing off the award while making her way down the stairs, she hurried back to her seat and sat down with a huff, turning to joe. he leaned on the handle between their chairs and smiled at her.
“what do you say, after these awards or something, i give you another award?” whispered joe, smirking.
blushing at the thought of home and joe, she slapped his shoulder. “settle down soldier, you’ll earn your medal soon enough.”
joe shook his head with a smile and brought her face to his, kissing her once again. it was more tender and needy, a kiss waiting to happen months before. her body tingled as his hand caressed her cheek, she couldn’t stop herself from feeling things. it still shocked her that joe was in front of her, alive and well. missing a leg, but that didn’t matter, it didn’t matter what limb he lost as long as he could still remember her.
“i’ve missed you,” said joe, caressing her cheek, “and sorry about the letters, they didn’t allow me to write in there for whatever reason.”
y/n nodded and looked down at his leg, it was amputated from the knee. it sparked some questions, but knowing the horrors of war, she kept her tongue. she saw her father live with world war one, she promised herself she wouldn’t marry a soldier, but there he was, dressed in his best uniform and trying to understand the awards that were being presented. occasionally he would mutter something to her, about movies, actors, or directors, saying y/n should’ve won, despite not being nominated.
soon enough, the awards were over and bob ended the event with his signature goodbye. it was finally over and joe couldn’t wait to get out of there. he picked up his crutches and waited for y/n to get her stuff. as soon as she did, they both made their way out of the building, the los angeles sun setting on the streets of hollywood.
a black car came around and marc opened the door for both of them to get in. once the door shut, joe grabbed her hand and held it. her makeshift ring sitting on her ring finger made him smile. y/n felt her throat tighten, this time more in happiness than excitement. tears welled in her eyes as she placed her other hand on top of his. her husband was finally home.
joe lifted her hand to his lips and pecked it softly. there was no need for words, they could sit in silence forever and always know their love for each other. y/n smiled through her falling tears and chuckled as joe wiped them away.
“it’s alright doll,” said joe, bringing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his chest. “i’m alright, you’re alright, were both alright. okay?”
“i just missed you so much and when the report of your leg-“ said y/n, but her sobs stopped her.
“shh, it’s okay. i’m right here now, alright superstar? you don’t have to worry about that report anymore.”
“but what about-“
“dont worry doll, just because i lost a leg, doesn’t mean i cant do what i do.” joe smirked at her.
y/n wiped her tears away with a growing smile at his attempts at jokes. no one could stay sad or mad at the flirtatious man named joe toye, even if he lost a leg. the more she thought about it, she wanted to slap joe’s shoulder for making an inappropriate joke while in the presence of others, but couldn’t bring herself as she too, found it hilarious.
FALLING LIKE THE STARS [Fem!Reader x Donald Malarkey]
AFTER A BROKEN HEART, Y/N GOES TO A BAR TO RELIEVE HER PAIN AND FINDS A BETTER SOLUTION
warnings : some swearing, mentions of cheating, intoxication
genre : fluff
word count : 1.5k+
note : finally have some time to write, and also possible part 2(?)
song recommendation : falling like the stars - james arthur
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maybe it wasn't meant to be.
trying for three years to be the one he loves, to be the one he can come back to. but it doesn't matter. that's in the past. i’ve tried everything to be the one he wants and he repays me with fucking some nurse in the pacific. if he's going to get some action in australia, then he won’t mind if I get some in england.
y/n stared at her appearance in the mirror, the velvet dress hugging in all the right places, hanging just above her knees. hair done up to perfection, eyes shadowed with browns and whites paired with painted red lips.
smiling at the woman staring back, she twirled and nodded her head at the mirror.
“y/n! come on, were going to be late,” said edith from downstairs. “unless, you're rethinking going out-”
“no, i’m coming!” said y/n, grabbing her purse and coat from the bed. running down the stairs, she met the questioning eyes of edith.
“what?” asked y/n, dropping her arms partially.
“nothing! well…” edith trailed off, walking up to y/n, she pulled out a necklace. “thought you would want this.”
it was stunning. silver chain, gems shining, even in the grim lights of home. it held a small, heart-shaped, trinket in the center, bedazzled with gems. y/n chuckled at the sight, it was certainly gorgeous.
“oh, edith…” said y/n, shocked at her friend’s gift. “this must of been very expensive! how did you get this?”
edith smiled at her, motioning her to turn around, which y/n obliged. bringing the necklace around y/n, edith spoke.
“it’s mine,” said edith, causing y/n to turn to her, “but, i don’t have use for it and I think tonight, it could find itself a person…”
clipping the necklace on, y/n reached up to it and felt it, smile dropping slightly at the kind gesture. it hurt like hell, but one way to forget about that stupid man in the pacific was to live life.
“well, i don't know if it’ll find someone tonight, but…” said y/n, shrugging at edith’s idea, “it can sure try.”
“that's all it asks for.” said edith, sending y/n a smile, “shall we get going?”
y/n agreed and the two headed out the door into the dark of the night, hoping to relieve some stress.
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aldbourne, england. such a small, beautiful village. with days full of soldiers and orders, the nights fill with lights, drinks, and cigar smoke. despite being an outpost for american soldiers, it was a great party village, especially the blue boar.
y/n and edith exited their car and made their way to the bar. entering the bar, they were engulfed with liquor and cigars. men of many ranks gathered in the bar, ranging from privates to majors and lieutenants. music playing softly amongst the chatter, y/n made her way to the bar.
“can i get a beer please?” asked y/n, the bartender nodded and walked away.
sitting on the stool, y/n picked away at her nails. the space was getting claustrophobic, but she could get through it, with a couple drinks in her that is. placing her purse on the counter, she shimmied off the jacket, revealing her velvet dress underneath.
scouting the bar, she spotted multiple groups of soldiers. many sat and drank, others playing cards or darts, and some on the dance floor. apart from soldiers, there were many women amongst the crowd also. all in their best dressings, red lips and perfect hair, just like her. the only thing i’m missing now is a wedding ring.
y/n shook her head at the thought. it wasn't her place to judge, she was in a situation where you would wear your wedding ring out while getting with other men. a ring to be tarnished or bring new meaning.
nodding to the bartender, she picked up the bottle he had placed and took a sip. sitting with one leg over the other, y/n watched the crowd of faces laugh. edith was nowhere to be seen, yet y/n wasn't concerned. the whole point was to come here to forget about everything, the war, the stupid men who cheat, the dead, everything. and here she was, drinking her sorrows away instead of having fun.
an hour had passed, the party was still lively and loud, and y/n had gotten through too many beers to count. sitting at the bar, y/n smiled and giggled whenever she saw someone, the drunken giggle. edith had checked on her a few minutes before, which she was fine, until she got into shots.
“okay-” said y/n, holding a shot glass with a man she met seconds before, “on three…”
“one…two…three!”
both of them shot back the drinks. y/n felt the liquor burning down her throat and grimaced at the sensation. the soldier laughed and smiled at her. y/n returned the smile and got up from the stool, grabbing the man by the hand and pulling him to the dance floor.
with slight protest, he agreed and followed along. y/n pulled him and twirled holding onto his hand. he laughed at her and brought her to his chest. y/n didnt know if it was the drunk thoughts but there was something about this soldier. his brown hair with reddish highlights, or his dark eyes filled with warmth. his strong jawline or soft, pink lips.
“you, my dear, are way too drunk to be on a dance floor,” said the soldier with a chuckle, looking down at her.
“and you are too sober to be dancing with me,” replied y/n, wrapping her arms around his neck. “what’s your name, soldier?”
“donald malarkey, at your service ma’am.”
“well, private malarkey. what would you say to a proper dance?”
“i wouldn't refuse, miss..”
“l/n. y/n l/n.”
“i would love to dance with you, miss l/n.”
“then lets dance.”
grabbing her by the waist, donald brought her closer to him. y/n stared up at him, smiling at the tipsy soldier and leaning against his chest. the soft heartbeat drowned out the music, it was peaceful. months of pain and crying over a man who couldn't wait when she did, and felt at peace for once. she didn't know if it was masking the pain of her once beloved, but the warmth of his arms made her think. she wasn't imagining that asshole as she did before, she could clearly picture donald. his red hair, his stubble he would most likely get in trouble for, the crinkles of his eyes when he smiles, and his brown eyes you can stare into for hours.
it was wrong to feel like this for a man you just met, but it felt like years. his touch, his warmth, it was familiar. as if she were already familiar to the touch of him.
donald looked down at the woman in his arms, her eyes shut and resting against his chest. she looked peaceful. y/n fluttered her eyes open and giggled at him.
“what? is there something on my face?” asked donald, smiling down at her.
“why were you staring at me?” said y/n, causing donald to blush a light pink.
“well, with a beautiful woman in my arms, its hard not to stare.”
now it was her turn to blush. y/n shook her head, as they continued to sway slowly to the song playing on the radio. she gets complimented once and loses her train of thought. picking her head up, she looks around the bar and notices the emptiness. it was emptier than before, few women and soldiers. it was time.
“oh my, i didn't know how late it got,” said y/n, backing out of donald’s arms. “i should probably find my friend, she's kind of my ride home…”
donald let her go and nodded, straightening his brown uniform. “well, miss l/n, we should do this again sometime…”
“are you asking me out on a date, private?” asked y/n, smiling at the blushing man.
“if you want it to be.”
“well then, private, yes,” said y/n, walking with him to the bar, “we should do this again.”
grabbing her things, donald picked up her coat and opened it up. thanking him for the gesture, y/n put on her coat with his help and threw her purse on her shoulder.
“let me walk you out,” offered donald, opening the door to the bar. y/n didn’t refuse.
the wind was colder than before, temperatures dropping faster in the night. y/n squealed at the rush of wind, pulling her coat tighter around her. donald laughed at her reaction and walked with her until they reached the parking lot.
“oh no,” said y/n, looking at the empty parking lot with tumbling garbage and grass. edith had left and she was stranded in aldbourne.
“shit, edith left without me” said y/n drooping at the thought. now the alcohol has worn off. “what am i going to do? she's probably home by now!”
“don’t worry, we’ll think of something, uh,” said donald, trying to think of something, “i know this is going to sound a bit forward…”
y/n turned to him and nodded for him to go on.
“maybe you can stay with me?” said donald, bitting the inside of his cheek, “it’s totally understandable if you don’t, its just that it's late in the night and i don't know if a cab would come right now-”
“okay,” said y/n giggling at him fumbling.
“okay,” copied donald, smiling at her, “we should probably go there then, this way.”
y/n followed donald as he made his way down the strip. it was definitely way too early to say anything, but she felt it in her chest.
“well private, didn't take you for one to take a girl to bed on a first date,” teased y/n, laughing at donald shaking his head.
“only you, miss l/n,” said donald, “only you.”
maybe it wasn't meant to be with an asshole, but there was something with donald malarkey. and y/n desperately wanted to figure it out.
DURING THE BATTLE IN THE SMALL TOWN, Y/N FELT LOST AND HOPELESS ONCE BULL WASN'T BY THEIR SIDE.
bull randleman x gn!reader
genre : sad / comfort
warnings : swearing, death, blood
word count : 2.6k+
NOTE : (gn!) means gender-neutral!
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The day bleeds into nightfall and you're not here. Yellows and reds cover the sky as the sun falls behind the broken buildings and treeline. Easy had been through hell and back, finally retreating and resting opposite the enemy over the ridge. Lives were lost, friends and brothers. Lovers. Years of fighting and seeing everyone dying beside them, Y/n still couldn't shake it.
Sunk into the ridge, they fiddled with their dog tags. The smooth metal with their imprinted name glided across their fingertips. Staring at the soldiers in front of them, they all seemed to fade out, they were like ghosts, wandering aimlessly. Adjusting against the dirt, they winced and gritted their teeth. Hands flying to their stomach, they could feel their wounds opening up. Stitches pulled against their skin, stopping completely, they laid there in pain. Y/n pushed the palms of their hands into their eyes, they were going crazy.
As the light fades, Y/n felt their heart ache. They couldn't do this. The pain of losing their bestfriend, and the one they love, was unbearable. Every thought they had twisted into a dark nightmare, they saw their faces. Bloodied and lifeless, their bodies laying limp in the dirt, they could hear themselves screaming for them, their names coming out whispers rather than screams. Next it was Bull. The last they saw him was when they were ordered to stay in place as he ran to help the others. The fear in his eyes as he turned away, running into the battlefield, bombs and bullets flying through the air. The last they saw of him, his eyes. Y/n's heart sank, they wanted to scream, to cry, to run into the battlefield and be with the others. They wished the sniper finished the job. It would’ve numbed the pain.
The town was quiet. There was nothing except a sniper in one of the buildings. They found it too quiet, turns out everyone thought that. Maneuvering through the buildings, following behind the third squad, all five settled down behind a stone wall.
"Miller," Bull ordered and motioned him to lead the way and go around to a building.
Following orders, Miller got up and made his way through to the position, followed by Ramirez and Hashey.
Stepping out from behind the stone wall, Y/n was pulled back and felt something on top of them. A gunshot rang through the air and they darted their eyes to the ground, where the smoke came from. Right where they were.
Heart beating in their ears, Y/n looked up at the man on top of them with wide eyes. Bull stared back at them, concerned.
"You feel alright?" asked Bull, checking over their body, looking for blood or wounds, "Heads up. Sniper in the north building."
Nodding, Y/n got themselves up and peeked over the wall before swiftly running for the building the others were in.
"L/n!" whispered a soldier beside them. Turning to them, Y/n nodded to acknowledge their presence.
"You're up, Winters wants you." Nodding quickly, they crouched and moved swiftly to where Winters was. Landing on the dirt beside the Captain, they noticed Liebgott, Guarnere and a few others were also there.
"Okay, now that we're all here." said Winters, motioning over the ridge, "We got to see what they have before we can do anything. Liebgott and Guarnere, you're taking west. Perconte, Martin, north. Lastly, L/n and Hashey, you are going up top."
As soon as everyone got their instructions, they ran in the directions they were told.
Grasping onto their rifle, Y/n felt as though they would drop it. Hands clammy and sweat dripped down their forehead, though it was spring. The small building was made of stone, with broken windows and walls. Wood scattered itself along the bottom floor, the squad carefully trekking through it. They couldn't stop thinking about Bull. It was wrong, they knew that.
Being in love with a squad leader and their superior was wrong on many levels, and it wasn't the time to be catching feelings. There was a time and place to fall in love, like back home or in England. They were in the middle of a war, people dying everyday, and if someone slips up, it was their death next.
Whistling caught their ears, along with rounds or gunfire and screams. Moving behind everyone else, they raced outside and met with a loud bang. Armored squad was down one tank and they didn't know what to do. The tank was engulfed in flames and all soldiers ran for cover, running through buildings and the streets, trying to find some coverage.
"L/N, GET DOWN!" instinctively dropping to the ground, Y/n covered their head with their arms. Explosions rattled their head, ears ringing and their eyes rolling. Lifting their head, they struggled to look straight ro at anything they needed to go to. Shaking their head, they crawled to the nearest coverage, a half blown up stone wall.
Disoriented, they sunk into the ground behind the wall. Rounds of ammunition and shouts of German and English drowned out, as if they were underwater. Everything was muffled and ringing, non-stop ringing. Turning over to their side, their jaw dropped in disbelief and in fear.
Miller lay lifeless and mangled at the opening of the broken wall. Blood dripped from his head and his leg was gone. Y/n couldn't move, they needed too, they wanted too.
Staring at his body, a faint voice called out, a distant sound calling out to them. Their name. Without a chance to realise, they were gripped on the arms and dragged to their feet.
Stumbling, Y/n ran and struggled to breathe, their breathing complete with half assed ins and outs. They couldn’t do it. It was too much, they couldn’t breathe and the world began to spin under their boots. Looking around, they caught his eyes. Those eyes of ocean blue and swirling storms, they held anger, annoyance, and...fear. Tugging at the corners of their mouth, Y/n dazzly smiled at the sergeant. Silence clouded their vision and hearing, the world continued to spin, the sky swirling into a da vinci painting. They were at peace, everything slowed and nothing could help them. It was perfect.
Gazing back at the squad, Y/n frowned. They were no longer yelling at them, but rather frowning and fear seeped through their eyes. Something was wrong. Wobbling, Y/n’s legs gave out and they fell to the ground. Catching themselves, they looked down and their hand held their stomach. Blood dripped to the ground, staining their hand as it held the wound. Staring back at the squad, they dropped to their side and with one last look, they were gone. They were gone.
“L/n,” called Hashey, snapping them to reality. They wanted this done with. All they were doing was spying on the enemy from their ridge, yet it seemed it had been forever. Following Hashey's hand signals, they peeked over the ridge and flopped down instantly, bullets whizzing past their head. Holy Fuck. Holy Fuck. This is going to take forever. And they were right.
Hours passed, the longest few hours they have ever had. The moon filled sky withered away as the sun came over the horizon, bodies laying face down over their ridge. The quiet morning froze the tips of everyone's fingers and noses.
Cracking their eyes open, Y/n was welcomed with the clouded sky and chatter of soldiers. They were now spaced out more into the field, and not hunched together on the cool, dirt ridge. Soldiers wandered and talked with each other, medics tended to the wounded, and some still slept. The night command had ended well for the most part, soldiers wandering freely as a result.
Heart-sinking, Y/n stared amongst the men within their company, how they laughed and smiled, hiding their fear and pain away behind a facade. They knew they were. Because so were they. If you're not scared, you're bullshittin'. That was what Bull told them once before. They never got it, they didn't want to. A war was being fought and being scared was a defect. A soldier not ready for war, a soldier, not being a soldier. Or so they thought.
"L/n…" whispered a voice beside them, Ramirez and Hashey stood off to the side, helmets on and guns in hand, as if they were going into battle. It was odd to see, there was nothing going on, everyone was off guard and wandering around like they were at a fair.
"Yes?" asked Y/n, pushing themselves off the ground, "What is it? Why are you guys all geared up?"
"Were going after him."
"You're what?" Y/n was confused.
"We are going after Bull, we are not leaving him behind. We already left Miller…" The two looked down and cleared their throats, "Were not leaving him either."
They could tell the two were hurting just as much as they were. They didn't want to show it. The rising sun hit their glossy eyes, exposing their true emotions. Placing their helmet on their head, they readjusted their gun and nodded, fighting back tears. One of them had to be strong. Visibly strong, even if they were hiding the ache and pain they felt. They had to express hope and determination, even when others don't feel it, to be a leader for those in darkness, to guide them through the shadows. And they had to be the one to do it.
"Let's go." said Y/n, walking through the two and placing hands on both of their shoulders before taking the lead.
It wasn't long before they reached the town. Three of them crawling along the ridge, the town destroyed and full of debris. The air was still, shuffling in mud and lifting their head. They saw the town up ahead.
Watching ashes and crumbling stones fall to the ground, Y/n clenched their jaw. They didn't want to show it, but they've given up. Nobody has been gone as long as Bull, came back alive or been heard from. Anger is the second stage. Past grief and denial, it was the life of a soldier. They had to remind themselves of it. Their job wasn't to live, to make memories, to find love, it was to get the job done or die trying. And Bull was one to die trying. Yet, their stomach churned and twisted, a feeling they rarely had, a small spark of hope.
Hours passed, the ghost town was still crumbling and there was no sign of Bull. No sign of anybody. The Germans left the town to rot and they were there to find a dead man. Searching what was left of buildings, stables and forests, there was no sign of him. And the twisting had untangled itself, there was nothing left.
"Okay…" Y/n threw the gun over their shoulder, "Let's move out. Krauts could be all over this place in seconds."
The two men glanced up at them, faces gloomy and hard. It was hard to tell. Someone had to be the leader, the one to bring the honest truth and harsh reality. Bull was the one to do that.
"Just one more search-" blurted Ramirez.
"That's an order." spat Y/n.
Without protest or another word, the trio made their way back to camp.
Catching sight of American soldiers in the distance, the three made it back. Hearts sunken and heavy, there was nothing left, only the memories of their charismatic leader. Settling down close to the road, they were met with a squad of other troops. Not part of Easy, but probably Fox or Dog.
"Get some rest," muttered Y/n, patting the others shoulders.
It was going to be tough, but they took their own advice. Placing their backpack on the ground, they lay down and feel their eyes grow heavy.
"Come on! Move it!" yelled Sobel, running alongside Easy company. 3 miles up, 3 miles down. It was the first week of training in Camp Toccoa and they were running Currahee. What in a messed up world brought Captain Sobel and made him a CO?
"Pick up the pace ladies! Come on! Let's go!" yelled Sobel, running ahead toward the top.
Beaten down by the sun, Y/n blinked rapidly, their sweat going into their eyes. Wiping their face, they felt their body growing heavier and heavier with each step, becoming unbearable by the second. Slowing down, many of the troopers jogged past them, patting their back as they passed as encouragement. It was almost no use at this point, Y/n already had a strike and had to do the mountain the first day. They were not going to make it, they knew that. It was more trying to explain to Sobel, but there's not much hope in the conversation.
Accepting fate, Y/n slowed down and stopped, but was abruptly grabbed and pulled along. Stumbling, they looked up at the person dragging them.
"Hold on to me," ordered Bull, his southern accent sending shivers down their spine and the smile. Oh, the smile.
"It's alright-" said Y/n, trying to escape from his grasp, knowing Sobel's reaction to other troopers helping.
"Hold on," said Bull, smiling at them, "Just don't say nothing to Sobel."
"What if we get caught-"
"Don't worry about that, I'll take him."
"I'm sure you can."
Shaking their head, they stifled a laugh. Bull, noticing their reaction, chuckled along with them.
"Do not help that man!" screamed Sobel in the distance, Y/n and Bull stifling their laughter as they continued jogging behind the group.
Suddenly, the camp wasn't so bad. It wasn't just constant routines and training, it became something much more. A family. They didn't sit by themselves or in silence at meals, they laughed and shared stories. No more sleeping without whispers, constant chatter and storytelling, with laughs here and there. It wasn't so lonely anymore.
"Y/n! Y/n!" called out distant voices. They got louder and closer. Snapping their eyes open, Y/n jumped up at the two soldiers in front of them. Smiles wide on their faces, eyes of disbelief, they hauled them by the arms and pointed toward the roads. Picking themselves on their feet, Y/n looked at the growing crowd of soldiers around a jeep. Continuing toward it, they could feel their heart drop and stomach fill with butterflies. There he was.
Bull came into view as the crowd dispersed, he stood tall with a dirty face. Mixed emotions exploded inside of Y/n as their feet picked up speed, ignoring the searing pain in their abdomen and they jumped into Bull’s arms. Whistles and snickering erupted from the group that surrounded the two. Arms wrapped around his neck and Y/n dug their face into the nape of Bull’s neck. Tears threatened to fall, but they held them back. Bull’s arms wrapped around them and Y/n could feel him smile on their shoulder.
As soon as the others left, they let him have it.
“You’re a fucking idiot, Denver-“ started Y/n, letting a few tears fall onto his shoulder. Bull laughed softly, pulling them tighter against him. They slapped his arm over and over, while all he did was laugh at their attempts of getting mad. Lifting their head, Y/n held his face and leaned their foreheads against each other. “Don’t do that ever again..”
“I promise darlin’, I will never leave without you by my side.”
“I mean it, Denver.”
Putting them down, Bull smiled softly, caressing their cheeks. Y/n leaned into their touch. Leaning down, Bull pressed their lips together for a kiss, sweet and soft. Y/n froze but kissed him back, smiling and wrapping their arms around his waist. Never in a million years would they have thought they'd get Bull back, and kiss him nonetheless. Sparks exploded inside them and Y/n couldn’t stop themselves from smiling. Y/n couldn’t help but thank the sniper for being a bad shot, now that they had Bull by their side.
YEARNING FOR THE FEELING OF HOME, WILBUR AND Y/N DECIDE TO MAKE THE MOST OF A SNOWY NIGHT.
genre: fluff / slight spice
warnings: slight spice/smut (mostly just making out)
word count: 1.5k+
NOTE: this has been in the drafts for awhile, contemplating if i should post it or not but its now or never!
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Fire crackled and the frosted windows fogged up. The living room was quaint and soft music played on the radio, a small sofa and coffee table in front of a fireplace. Candles lit the room, adding to the warmth. It was quite luxurious. Something Y/n wasn't used to.
Pulling the blanket over her feet, she held a cup of hot cocoa in her hands. One would think she was finished with heat from being in the Pacific. The hot sun and the jungle. It was everything but. It was a different warmth in the room than that place. It felt loving and peaceful, almost like the nights she spent with Wilbur under the sky on those islands.
The dark sky with sparkling stars, the only peace she experienced in that place. The soft whistle of the wind caught her ears and she stared at the moon from the tent she rested in with her squad. Fighter planes flying over made her sleepy, considering it should do the opposite.
In the colder nights, Y/n would sneak into Wilbur's tent he shared with his squad and get on his cot. It was small and uncomfortable, but both did not care in the slightest bit. His arm would wrap around her shoulders and she would bundle up in his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
It was odd being back in Buffalo. Y/n didn't have to suffer in the cold, nor was afraid of loud noises, or worry about an enemy jumping out from behind a tree. Wilbur and her didn't have to share a cot on cold nights and they weren't awakened by gunfire or motors. At least not real ones.
Clanking in the kitchen caught her attention, followed by swearing.
Grinning, Y/n pushed the blanket off her, placed the cup down and walked into the kitchen.
“Not as easy as it looks, now is it?” Y/n said, leaning against the archway.
Wilbur turned around, dish towel on his shoulder, cigarette in mouth and held part of a broken plate.
“I’ve washed dishes before, it slipped out of my hand” Wilbur said, the corner of his mouth curling into a smile.
Walking over to her husband, she grabbed the plate piece out of his hand and placed it down. Pulling the plug in the sink, the water drained revealing dirty dishes and the broken parts.
"I'll finish up here," Y/n said, glancing at him and beginning to pick up the pieces,"Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."
Gazing at his wife, Wilbur backed up and turned up the radio as their song played. I'm Glad There Is You by Julie London played softly as Wilbur continued to turn the volume up.
Failing to conceal a smile, Y/n turned to her husband who walked over and grabbed her by the waist. Hugging from behind, Wilbur rested his head in the crook of her neck, beginning to sway together as the music played.
"Remember when we danced to this on our wedding day." Wilbur mumbled as they swayed, "You were the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, swaying in your dress and that smile…"
Turning in his arms, Y/n hung her arms around his neck.
"And you were the handsomest man that day, in your suit." Y/n said, making them both smile as they stared into each other's eyes.
"Don't lie, Leck was by far the best looking-" Wilbur teased.
"Oh yeah, definitely." Y/n played along, making them chuckle, "Especially when him and Lew decided to have a drinking contest."
"I thought he would win. I bet my money on him-"
"You bet money on him?" Y/n asked, tilting her head in thought, "Oh, so that's where the twenty dollars came from"
Wilbur rolled his eyes and laughed along with Y/n.
Pulling away from the counter, they danced to the song. Y/n rested her head on his chest and Wilbur pulled her closer. They slowly turned and swayed until the music became quieter and the host announced the next song.
Sighing, Y/n leaned into Wilbur's chest and looked out the frosted window. Lifting her head, she smiled and motioned Wilbur to look outside.
Snow began to fall past the window, contrasting the dark sky. It was the first winter they had since they got back from the Pacific. It was almost like seeing it for the first time once again. Eye watering, Y/n looked up at Wilbur and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Her hands rested on the back of his neck and Wilbur held her waist, pulling her close once again. Deepening the kiss, his hands wandered downward until they rested on her bottom. Y/n grinned into the kiss and ran a hand through his hair. Lifting her leg, he rested it on his hip and backed her up into the dining table. The radio was drowned out and the dishes were forgotten. Placed onto the table, Y/n wrapped her legs around Wilbur as he cupped her face and pressed another kiss on her lips.
Pulling away, they rested their foreheads on each other. Cupping his face in her hands, Y/n placed one last kiss on his lips before smiling.
"You know what I think we should do?" Y/n said, both her and Wilbur's chest heaving. Wilbur hummed in response as he continued to pepper kisses on her face, slowly going down to her neck.
"I think we should go and build a snowman."
Wilbur paused and pulled away, rested his hands on either side of her and looked at her.
"Why would we do that now?" Wilbur asked, shaking his head with a smile on his face.
"Because…" Y/n said, poking a finger at his chest, "There should be enough snow outside and we both haven't built a snowman in years!"
"This is Buffalo! We barely have enough snow each year!"
"Come on! Let's just do it this year! It'll be fun."
"So you don't care if it's small and ugly?"
" Why would I be? I chose you didn't I?" Y/n teased, resulting in Wilbur to smile and pull her into a kiss.
"You are on thin ice there, sweetheart." Wilbur laughed.
"So," Y/n started, "Shall we?"
"I guess we shall."
Jumping up from the table, Y/n raced to the doorway and put on a coat, hat and gloves before reaching for the doorknob. Wilbur cleared his throat, causing Y/n to face him, and motioned to her feet, which were in socks and shoeless.
"No need to rush, the snow is not going anywhere."
Flushed from her excitement, she quickly put on boots and glanced at Wilbur, who stood and watched. Raising an eyebrow, she crossed her arms.
"What are you waiting for?" She asked, Wilbur responded with a smile and nothing else before following right behind her.
Met with a cold breeze, Y/n ran down the steps with the snow crunching underneath her boots. The moment felt surreal, in the moonlight with snow falling and making a snowman with her husband.
Husband. Facing Wilbur, she grinned and ran to hug him. She never thought when she joined the army as a nurse, she would come out of the war with someone like him. Butterflies filled her stomach everytime she looked at him, he was funny and smart, and treated her like no other. It wasn't like that when they met. They met when Wilbur got malaria, she was the nurse closest to them and from then on, she always checked on him.
The simpler times.
Balling snow in her hand, Y/n created the base of the snowman before rolling it to make it bigger. As the snowball got bigger, she stopped and picked up another until they had a small snowman in front of them.
Standing back, they admired the tiny thing. It was barely above the knee, had two stick arms and a rock smile. It was slightly lopsided, which Wilbur saved by saying it was 'dancing'.
"It looks just like you." Wilbur said, earning a nudge from Y/n.
Leaning into his side, Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath in. It was the first night she didn't feel her chest tighten or a lump in her throat. It was complete bliss. The shadows of the jungle couldn't scare her anymore. Instead of seeing an enemy about to stab her when she closed her eyes, she saw complete darkness. Who knew making a snowman would help? She doubted it was the snowman, but rather the man who held her close under the night sky like he did all those other nights.
"We should go in now." Wilbur said, pulling his jacket tighter around him and shoving his hand in his pocket.
Humming in response, Y/n opened her eyes and locked her arm with his as they walked inside.
"Will we continue from earlier?" Wilbur asked, a playful smile playing on his lips.
"In your dreams!" Y/n said giggling, lightly pushing him away.
Wilbur embraced her and placed a kiss on her forehead. Y/n grinned softly and melted into his embrace. Who knew a snowman could lead to something so warm?
AFTER THE WAR, Y/N AND DANIEL RETURNED HOME AND SETTLED DOWN IN THE COUNTRY, BUT THE WAR STILL HAUNTED THEM.
genre : hurt/comfort / small fluff
warnings : swearing (barely), nightmares
word count : 990
NOTE: this is my first imagine in a long time, sorry if there are any errors. i made it so the squad was alive at the end and that they only lost caparzo and wade.
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it started small, with tiny twitches, jerks, and mumbling. it happened every night they slept. the dreams kept getting worse, to the point where one would wake up the other with screaming. y/n got used to it, as did daniel. when one woke up, the other comforted and held them until they fell back asleep. they would whisper things into their ear and lace their hands together. it was a nightly routine, but this night was not like the others.
the bedroom was at freezing temperatures, the snow outside fogged the windows and the fire burnt out. silence took over the room, the soft snores and creaking of the bed breaking it. a breeze whistled outside, moving through the trees and the windchimes on the porch.
rolling over, y/n huddled herself into a ball, pulling the blankets over her instinctively. tucking it under her feet, she snuggled deeper into the back of daniel, attempting to get warm. he was like a furnace. heat radiated off of him nonstop, it would get annoying, but on cold nights, it was the warmest she’d ever felt. wrapping an arm around his waist, y/n opened her eyes slightly.
vibrations came from daniel, quiet sniffles following. his body began to shake harder as each sob came out louder. holding him closer, y/n ran her hand along his chest and arm in an attempt to soothe him.
“it’s okay daniel, it’s done. the war is finished...” y/n mumbled, continuing her attempts at soothing him.
“why does it hurt-” daniel choked out, placing his hand on top of hers, “why does it hurt so goddamn much?”
shocked at his use of words, y/n knew it was bad. he would never use the lord’s name in vain, even when he was in the war. even when he lost caparzo and wade, he prayed for them rather than cursed those who killed them. pulling herself closer, she dipped her head into the crook of his neck. his neck glistened in the moonlight that shone through the window, with tear streaked cheeks and a runny nose.
propping herself on her elbow, y/n pulled daniel to face her. it broke her heart to see him like this. puffy red eyes, runny nose, and falling tears. cupping her hand over his cheek, she caressed it. the lump clawed up her throat and she held back tears.
daniel rested his head on her chest, squeezing his eyes shut as sobs continued to rock his body. chin resting on top of his head, y/n ran her hands along his hair and back. she wished she could take it all away from him. all the pain and sorrow he felt. the man she married before the war. his smile, his laugh, and his bright eyes full of hope.
“danny, honey.” y/n said, hoping he would lift his head, “look at me please” she choked out, “...please danny.” pleading, y/n put her forehead on his and caressed his face. tears slid down her cheeks, she couldn't hold it in anymore. lifting his head, daniel glanced at her before lowering his gaze. y/n grinned softly, “there you go danny, nice and slow…” daniel’s breathing became slower and slower.
“it was-” daniel started, but couldn't find the words. y/n wiped the tears from his eyes with her finger, “its okay, you don't have to.” daniel laid flat on his back, his arm underneath her and holding her shoulders. laying a hand on his chest, he stopped crying and exhaled loudly.
pulling the covers onto daniel, y/n laid in silence snuggled into his side. her head on his chest, the softened beat of his heart making her eyes heavy. her hand on his chest intertwined with his, while his other wrapped around her. it was silent once again.
“sometimes i wish i’d go to sleep and never wake up…” daniel muttered, removing his hand from hers and running it through his hair. “maybe it would make everything better.”
“dont.” y/n interrupted, hugging him tightly. “dont start talking like that now.” daniel looked up at the small headboard of their bed, tears threatening to fall. “we can make it through this together.” y/n stated, “nobody said it was going to be easy.”
daniel chewed on the inside of his cheek. she was right. they never asked for a war and certainly not the nightmares that came from it. it was hard for him to accept that. he was just another soldier from the war, one of the lucky bastards making it out alive. or the lucky not-so-lucky.
“darlin’,” daniel said, turning on his side and holding her in his chest, “why’d you marry me? you could of had someone smarter, better lookin, hell even without nightmares-” y/n silenced him with a kiss.
“i think you should rephrase that.” y/n smiled softly. daniel admired her, staring into her eyes and smiled. her beauty never ceases to amaze him, the smile and her eyes, the crinkle of her nose when she laughed.
“how'd i get so lucky to have you?” daniel asked again, earning him a kiss. y/n held his cheek in her hand as their foreheads touched, “now that is the right question mr.jackson” daniel chuckled and placed a kiss on her lips.
“i aim to please, mrs. jackson.” daniel said, holding the back of her neck as he deepened the kiss. y/n grinned into the kiss and pulled back, “i would love to continue, but the sun has risen.”
daniel groaned and released her, laying on his back. y/n laughed at him as she pushed the covers off and got out of bed. daniel looked up at her and smiled. it was a long night, but it was worthwhile, seeing that smile once again. it's going to be rough, but y/n had a feeling it was getting better already.
