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lovee some poly ship blurbs with a nurse!reader (both bofb and the pacific if you could 🥺🙏🏽)
:) Here's some poly ship blurbs with Speirton, BabeRoe, Sledgefu, and Sidleckie
[Speirton x Fem Nurse Reader]
Speirs made you his the second he saw you emerge from treating Lipton's shoulder wound. With blood all over your uniform, bags under your eyes, but filled with resolution and grit. His. Just like Carwood.
You kissed Lipton first. It happened the third time he sat up on the hospital bed, fresh from getting treated for mortar shell pieces that embedded themselves into his leg. You kissed him because through his eyes, he was already kissing you, holding you, looking up into your face with a silent plea.
Speirs kissed Carwood first, a chance meeting from getting injured from a bullet graze. He made sure you were watching, a dog showing off its stolen prey, dangling temptation before your eyes before you realized that you were the ultimate temptation. Before he slid his hand around your nape and devoured your mouth, now making his dear lieutenant watch in quiet awe as he sated his appetite.
You were pretty sure Ron had an eye for your uniform. Lipton was more polite about his inclinations, but nevertheless, there was something different when you sat on Speirs' lap, your arms around his neck with your legs resting on Carwood's own lap. Complete with your cover in disarray and blood on your apron, with your lipstick smudged on not only your face, but on the men, as well. Dressed with the evidence of the horrors of war, yet utterly seductive. There was something different, indeed. Because it was only fitting that you had something for their uniforms, and there was something about them in worn fatigues, with grit lining the seams, that had you tracing their throats with your mouth.
"I always take care of what's mine," Speirs bluntly stated, breathing filthy promises into Lipton's chest while he tipped his glass to your lips, offering the finest whisky for you to consume. You let him play with your hair as you three lounged on top of various crates, amongst hundreds of bottles of Vat 69 and "gently acquired" antiques. Resting in the dragon's lair filled with treasures; with you and Lipton being Ron's treasures, not that he'd have to voice that out loud.
[BabeRoe x Fem Nurse Reader]
It was definitely not suspicious that this particular PFC Heffron repeatedly got injured and needed to be treated when you were on shift.
It definitely wasn't suspicious, at all, that "Doc Roe" needed your medical advice when he was one of the best medics in Easy.
What were the odds that Babe Heffron needed care and could only come to you, and come to you, only, if he was escorted by TFG Roe?
"I can't be sorry 'bout this, and I'm sure Doc feels the same" was what Babe whispered against your cheek before he kissed you, holding your trembling hands in the corner of the lively bar in Belgium, with Doc Roe obscuring the both of you. A month of longing glances and the briefest touch of fingertips in the hospital. All accumulated in the softest brush of lips, followed by another.
The three of you were inseparable. You always prepared and kept Eugene's med kit clean and organized, with an extra pair of scissors slipped in. You made sure Babe didn't get "accidentally injured" to see you, anymore, considering how he had no fear sneaking into your room late at night.
Any poor bastard who made moves on you wasn't immune to Babe finding out, especially if the initial warnings were ignored; what Heffron didn't have in terms of stature was made up by his strength and speed, and he wasn't afraid to "put a fucker in his place" at the tree line. Sergeant Toye apparently wasn't too bothered to refuse to mediate if needed, as well.
You called Doc Roe Eugene. You loved to whisper it down his jawline while you kissed him, mouth sweet from the shared Hershey's bar, high off of Babe's hands trailing up the skin of your thigh under your dress.
[Sledgefu x Fem Nurse Reader]
Mr. Shelton sure had a way with words. Forward in every way. Unnerving, the first time you met him, eyes as dead as the blood that seeped into the ground, without a care in the world with how direct his eye contact was. When you treated him for damage sustained from an artillery blast, he'd rendered you speechless with his manners. You couldn't admit to yourself how you'd fallen for him then in between soaked gauze and the filth of war.
Eugene. Soft, kind-hearted, even amidst death and Snafu's goading; a paragon of wisdom and youth. His genteel manners made you shy for some reason, with eyes so sweet on you.
It happened all at once. You'd been tending to various other injured marines, a stormy afternoon being an omen for the nefarious. A surprise mortar shelling came out of nowhere, raining hell in seconds. A particular blast had you catapulted into one of the dunes, the sand immediately collapsing on you while chaos ensued. The last thing you remembered was crying out for the wounded to get to safety, and then nothing. That was, until you opened your eyes to Snafu gently wiping your face while Eugene slept with his head on a cot. They said nothing while you stared into nothing, but they didn't shy away from holding your shaking hands.
From then on, they kept a permanent eye on you. You swapped out your dress for male fatigues, ignoring how the clothing was an extra meant to dress a marine who should've been alive. They kept an eye on you because you and a few other nurses refused to go back to Australia, where there were real hospitals, real beds, safe from all the carnage. They kept an eye on you because your eyes were always on them, on how Merriell's gaze softened only for you and Eugene, on how Eugene wrote small poems and read them to you and Snafu in the dark.
"Sha, you keep lookin' at me like dat. Don't fault no man for kissin' you."
It was ironically Eugene who brushed his lips against yours first. Eugene who touched the inside of your elbow, blossoming heat low in your belly. But it was Snafu who devoured Eugene's desire as much as yours, making the both of you see stars with his hands that gave as much as he took.
[SidLeckie x Fem Nurse Reader]
"You're a pretty woman on an island full of starved dogs, Miss Nurse. What mutt wouldn't want to drool over a fat piece of meat?" was what this Robert Leckie explained to you, when he caught you nervous, recovering from the hungry stares on you from all of the men. You'd taken full offense at his candid remark, nearly slapping him if it weren't for your role. If it weren't for Sidney Phillips, a childhood friend, to calm you down at that moment, you weren't sure how long you were going to last with this Leckie around.
Sidney made your time on the island somewhat bearable. The enlisted were never untoward with you, but you did scurry off quickly back to your tent at night when you heard them talk about your "pretty, soft legs." Sid always had a curated pick of books for you and got along well with the other nurses, frequently checking up on you to make sure you were okay. Too bad your crush on him only got worse. Hell, even with blood and grime staining his face and uniform, he looked ever so handsome with that boyish smile.
Leckie was a mystery. A mystery you didn't like. His words were blunt like a knife, but his intentions couldn't be calculated. You didn't like that. You didn't like him. Good thing he kept out of your way, save for a few moments where you swore his eyes bore into you under the shade of his helmet.
Not a good thing was you now having some sort of soft spot for Leckie, and it was a problem when you accidentally called him Robert when the two of you argued after a preemptive strike by the Japanese. It was the first time you'd seen him lose his cool, shouting at you at how stupid you were for running over to him and Sid like that. And you cried. You screamed that he was such an idiot, unable to voice the true reason why you ran to them instinctively; that was, until he pulled you into his arms and crashed his lips down onto yours, with Sid uncharacteristically manhandling you to have a taste for himself, as well.
"I'm begging you to not overthink this. Please." So you gave in and let them become the sanctuary that kept your mind alive; far, far away in the pacific, away from the comforts of home and country.
