#webster x reader

He's pretty hairy, especially his chest and abdomen (google Eion Bailey shirtless, guys. 👀). Sometimes, when you're bored, you'll braid his body hair or make tufty volcano formations. He'll forget to flatten and undo your handiwork at times; when he takes his clothes off to change back at the field, the men laugh their assess off at your creativity. He just shrugs and says that at least he's got someone waiting for him who doesn't require an hourly rate. That usually shuts most of them up for good.

A machine gun isn't necessarily the lightest thing in the world, and it sure as hell weighs more than the average rifle the other grunts carried. Combat and lugging around a weighty contraption is hard work. You fuss at him to eat all of his c-rations so he doesn't get too lean, especially since under stress, he'll forgo food. But Mr. City Slicker has always been a picky eater, and you know he abhors the rations. “You can’t just live off of Hershey bars, Web.” He doesn’t believe you.

He sleeps stick straight and doesn’t snore. There’s not much pillow talk, at all, since he falls asleep in five seconds, sometimes when you’re rambling about something random. You just sigh and cuddle into his chest, bringing his arm around you.

The first time he sees you is when he wanted you. Walked straight up to you, gun in tow, blood and grit mucking up his uniform, and he’d awkwardly introduced himself. Said his name’s Dave Webster, an American. Did you need help carrying your groceries? And…hello…Meanwhile, you remember wanting to scream and run away, especially with his face covered in camo grease paint, looking like a ghoul. Worked out in the end, and the memories do make you laugh, but he gets confused over your humor. He says he tried his best. You chuckle and continue to play with his hair as he lays on your bosom and continues to read his book on prehistoric ocean animals.

He’s an expert in swimming. Cares not about stripping down naked and flinging himself into any lake or river you guys visit. Even the ocean. You like hitching a ride on his back as he paddles lazily around, your arms looping around his shoulders. You also enjoy watching him emerge and exit the water in his birthday suit. His body, his mind, is an utter work of art. When those water droplets make their way down his arms and chest, his abdomen…W. H. E. W.

He looks utterly handsome in his army greens. He has to wear them, along with the rest of the men, when they visit towns on social calls. His hair is properly done, boots shined, face shaved and clean. When he shows up at your doorstep, it takes about a good ten minutes of you pulling on his lapels, kissing him for dear life as you drag him in. Satisfaction is felt through your hands gripping his back as he gathers you near and returns his ardor. He’s funnily quick to learn how you want to be held and kissed, showing mastery of his knowledge with utter precision. Okay, then, Mr. Harvard. Those brains aren’t for nothing.

“Web, would you love me if I was a worm?” you cheekily ask. Any other man rolls his eyes, but not David K. Webster. He thinks for a minute. Then ten. Then another half day before he presents to you a carefully written set of pages about how he exactly feels about you, and that, yes, he would take great care of you as a worm. No doubt about it. It just depends on what exact species of worm you will be, from what continent and time period, and what your natural habitat looks like–

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Also, for those who wanna see some more David Webster x Reader content, here's what I wrote so far including him. Yes, the majority is Webgott x reader. ^_^ I'm planning to write some other David Webster x reader stuff in the future.

David Webster x reader

Sexually Frustrated headcanons

Webgott x male reader

Could Be Me. Or Us.

Webgott x reader

Soviet Reader

Delusional headcanons

He came to you with a bullet hole clean through his leg. One of the simplest wounds you’ve seen, some stitches and some physical therapy and he’d be good as new.

Though his injury was easy to take care of, letting him go wasn’t.

The past few months together felt like a lifetime. It was like you were in high school again. You’d catch him watching you patch up another soldier. He’d give you side glances in the mess hall. You both would steal innocent touches of each other, desperate for some type of contact till the night settled.

Tonight wasn’t the first night you two spent together, actually, it was one of many, but there was something else bubbling below the surface that you didn’t understand.

Webster didn’t need to knock on your door when it hit midnight. He knew you were up, waiting for him and that spurred something on in his heart as he entered your quarters. You were laying on your side facing the door, your arm propped your head up, one of the books he recommended in your hand.

You finished your paragraph and closed it. Your eyes trailing up the man in front of you as he leaned against your door.

A familiar click of the lock echoed in the room as he moved towards the bed. It only took him two steps to get to you. He grabbed the book and put it on the nightstand as you rolled onto your back, the biggest smile he’d ever seen on your face.

None of this was new, but his actions never failed to make your heartbeat a little faster.

Webster kicked off his boots before his weight dipped the bed as he moved to straddle your waist.

Though David Kenyon Webster was twice your size, you couldn’t help but love the pressure of his weight on top of you.

The robe you wore shifted exposing your bare shoulders to him. He smiled, a few more inches and you would be completely bare to him. Something he loved.

Loved.

Was there love between the two of you each night, he pondered, or was this just a distraction from the horrors of the war you both saw day in and day out.

Webster hoped it wasn’t the latter.

Well, at first it was just a distraction, there’s no denying that. It felt great just to be with another person after so long, he was desperate for relief and so were you.

But now? There was no way that this was nothing more than just a good time. But the inevitable was bound to happen, he’d have to go back to war. You weren’t ready for that, you wanted him to stay here with you for as long as he could. But you knew he was pushing it too far already. Four months away from the line.  

You wanted forever with him.

Webster’s eyes seemed to glow as he studied your face, then your neck and shoulders, down to your cleavage that was threatening to spill out of your robe. No words were exchanged in these few moments, you both were content in your silent conversations in your heads.

You tilted your head as you studied his features, trying to burn this memory into your brain. You looked at the way his hair curled over his forehead, it was thick and you loved running your hands through it. The way that he had parted his lips, something you noticed he always did, as they curled into the cutest smile you only ever dreamed of. He only wore his white undershirt and his Army green trousers. New ones luckily. You ripped his old ones to shreds long ago.

He just sat on you and stared. There was something on his mind. You were about to ask if he wanted to talk but his hands traveled up your sides to the bow that was at your hip keeping you modest.

With a gentle tug, the bow came undone and the material easily fell off your body. Webster’s fingertips ghosted over your bare stomach drawing mindless patterns. Your eyes closed in response, content exploding through your body.

Soft sighs left your mouth as his patterns drew closer to your chest. Honestly, you wanted nothing more than him for just to take you and forego the foreplay. Then again, you didn’t know how much longer you had with him and you wanted to remember his every touch, every kiss, every thrust. You needed to remember.

Your eyes fluttered open to look up at Webster. His eyes were blown and half-closed as he looked at you. You bit your lip and arched your back, your hands snaked over his and all the way up to his arms till you had two handfuls of his shirt. He watched as your fist tightened, something glistened in your eyes as you let your lip go.

“I want you, Web,” you breathed, breaking the veil of silence.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. “I want you, too.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Webster licked his lips and toyed with that question in his head. What was he waiting for?

“Can I not take my time? I want to remember this.”

“I’m not dying,” you tried to joke, “I’ll always be here for you.”

“Always?” He questioned, as his fingers traced the underside of your breast.

You gave him a genuine smile, “Of course, now would you stop teasing?”

Webster shook his head, “No.”

“I don’t like you.”

“That’s not true,” He cooed, his index finger circled around one of your nipples.

Your breath hitched, he was being an ass. You sighed and yanked him down. Webster was strong, had to be in the Airborne. He’s proven that time and time again, this time he didn’t protest. Ultimately, he let you drag him down to your face, your lips colliding together and melding like you two were meant for each other.

His lips parted, as his tongue dragged across your lips. It was a delightfully sinful. Your fists relaxed and you moved your hands up his chest to the nape of his neck. Gently, you pressed him closer to you, nipping and kissing at his pouty lips. The coolness of his dog tags laid between your breast that sent a shiver through your body.

You needed, wanted, more than just heated kissing. You traced the muscles on his back till you got to the edge of his shirt. Your hands sneaked under, your palms flat against his stomach. Web smirked against your lips, he pulled away to take a deep breath. Web sat back on his heels.

You licked your lips, your chest rising and falling. It was hard to breathe after a kiss like that.

He laughed at the look on your face. Your lips were swollen, your eyes half-lidded, it was cute. As he caught his breath, he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

No matter how many times you’ve seen him without his shirt on, you always smiled like an idiot. It felt like your first time over and over again. The excitement of being with him, and the fear of getting caught. Though, those two emotions sometimes mixed together.

Web threw his shirt to the side and ducked back down for another kiss. He pressed himself hard against you, pushing you against the bed, his hands tangled in your hair. You moaned into Web’s mouth, and he swallowed the sound with ease.

“You need to stay quiet,” Web warned in between kisses.

“I can’t help it.”

He trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck. One hand left your hair to cup your breast. How did he expect you to stay quiet when he’s doing...this?!

You went to undo his pants, his hand wrapped easily around both of your wrists.

“Eager,” he breathed into your ear.

“How could I not be? Come on, Web, I need you.”

Webster looked at your eyes. A big smile spread over his dumb, stupid, cute, face.

“Okay.”

In a second, he let go of your hands. Almost too frantically, you unbuttoned and zipped his pants down. Your hands cupped around his ass as you pushed them and his boxers down his legs.

Web nuzzled into your neck and laughed against your skin. “You weren’t kidding.”

“Nope.”

He sat up and rolled off you. A whine left your throat at the loss of contact. Web wanted to call you needy, but he just chuckled instead. He stood and rolled his pants off his body, leaving him fully naked. You perked up as you watched him fully undress.

Goddamn.

Web was never really self-conscious in front of you, the hunger in your eyes at this moment made him want to jump your bones sooner rather than later. You sat up on your knees and crawled to the edge of the bed. His hands rested on your shoulders underneath your robe.

As gentle as he could be he slid the bit of clothing off you. His hands ran down your back, tracing every part of you. You reached and tossed the robe off the bed, ready for what was going to happen next.

When his hands met the small of your back, he pulled you flush against him. The air left your lungs in surprise. You leaned your head against his shoulder and suppressed your laugh against his skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his hands rested on your waist. He rubbed small circles with his thumbs as he tilted his head to look at you.

Webster licked his lips. You ran your hand through his hair, tugging on the strands lightly to elicit a groan from him. He closed his eyes for a second, as he basked at the moment. He dug his fingers into your skin. You gasped and he took that as an opportunity.  

He immediately started to attack your lips with his own. The force of his kiss almost knocked you back onto the bed, the grip on your hips stopped you. Web’s hands curved around your ass and kneaded into your skin, he stifled your moans with his mouth. The sounds were like music to his fucking ears. Web moved your legs to wrap around his waist as he pushed you back into the bed, his knees held him up. His erection dug into your thigh, so close to where he wanted to sheath himself into.

“God,” you groaned taking a second to let some air back into your lungs.

Webster smiled a devilish smile that sent a shock wave through your body. Your eyes scanned his face then to his chest that was covered in a blanket of hair all the way down to how close your bodies were slotted together. Both of you panted, staring at each other in a fog of lust.

You rolled your hips into him and a broken groan left his throat. He hung his head, eyes closed tight. You were close to just begging him to do something to you.

One of his hands moved in between you. You were absolutely soaking for him as his fingers ghosted your entrance. He curved his hand and stuck two fingers in you easily. It felt so good to have something suppressing the ache at your core. You threw your head back, trying to hold yourself together and keep your noises to a minimum.

Webster dipped his head peppered kisses along your clavicle as he started to finger fuck you. But you wanted more than just his fingers, you wanted all of him.

As soon as he started he stopped, and before you could protest you felt the head of his erection at your entrance.

Oh, fuck.

He trailed his kisses up your neck to your ear.

“Are you ready?” he whispered in the huskiest voice you ever heard.

You nodded your head, all too eagerly, “I’ve been ready.”

Webster shook his head, and let out a laugh. God, he would miss this.

No. He couldn’t think that now when he has the most beautiful soul under him right now. He needed to be in the moment, and not think about his future.

He took a deep breath and guided himself to your entrance as agonizingly slow as he could. He could feel yourself adjusting to him, your body has been accustomed to him before but it was always the first thrust that was the hardest.

After what felt like forever, his hips sat flush with yours his cock deep inside you. Your chest rose rapidly, your heart beating against your ribs. Your fingernails dug into the skin on his back as you rolled your hips again, so fucking desperate for some type of friction.

Webster gasped at the sensation and you had to hold back the laugh that bubbled in your throat. He shot a look at you, and he saw the smile on your face. You bit your lip as you saw how his lips were parted, his heated breath scattering across your skin.

That smile sparked his hips to move. He pulled his hips back just as slow as he entered and slammed back into you.

Fuck.

Then he did it again. Just as slow and just as fast. He was toying with you and you couldn’t muster up any words to protest, you just let him fuck you like he was. However he wanted, you didn’t care, as you were getting off just the same as him.

After a few more of the same thrust, he couldn’t take it anymore. He just wanted the pure experience, no more teasing. Webster’s hips dug hard into yours as he rammed you into the bed. Your back arched into his thrusts, and your head fell back. He couldn’t help himself as he sucked on your neck, leaving a large love bite that you would struggle to hide in the morning. You drug your nails down his back. You both left marks on each other, lost in the moment.

Both you and Webster were close, and you wanted it to come faster. You hooked and locked your feet around him, bringing his hips ever so closer to you. Your crossed ankles rested on the small of his back, slightly changing your angle making this feel so much more intense.

It was inevitable now. It didn’t matter who would come first, as long as you both did. You rolled your hips, again and again, in time with his thrusts. Both of your moans melted together in the room, fuck anyone who heard. You didn’t care. All you cared about was how full you felt.

Webster thrusted harder and harder, his hips slapping against yours. You knew you weren’t going to be able to walk that well in the morning. Your legs tightened against him involuntarily, keeping him as close as you possibly could.

With two more thrusts, you both came at the same time, high pitched moans echoed in your quarters. Your legs and hips were shaking as he came inside you. Fuck it. It felt good, and you honestly wouldn’t mind bearing his child if that meant he would try his best to survive the rest of the war.

What the fuck were you thinking?

You both sat, him still inside you, your legs still wrapped tight around him, in silence. Then after a second, you both burst into a fit of laughter. Web hid his face in your chest.

You slowly unlocked your ankles already feeling the burn in your thighs. As your feet planted on the bed, Webster pulled out of you, his cum spilling on your thighs.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“Don’t worry about it,” you whispered.

He shot you a look, “What happens if you get pregnant?”

Oh, we are going straight to that.

“I don’t know,” you were honest, “I guess you’ll just have to come back and find out.”

“You...want me to come back?” He asked.

Even with all his college education thus far, sometimes he could be so thick.

You sat up facing him. You grabbed both of his hands and held them in yours.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Webster’s mouth hung open, just like it always his, processing what you had just said.

Heat rose up to your face, “Uh...do you not feel the same? I don’t want to push you into something you’re not ready for. I just thought that-”

“Sh,” he interrupted, “I do. I do feel the same. I was afraid you weren’t.”

You scoffed, “How could I not feel something about you Web?”

He just looked at you and shrugged. You hated how cute he looked, how he did something so simple yet it gripped your heart.

You shook your head as you place a sweet kiss to his cheek and stood from the bed. You pushed the covers back and crawled into them as Webster just watched. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you lifted the edge of the blanket and invited him in.

Webster moved from the end of the bed and climbed in next to you. He laid on his back, his hands cradled the back of his head. You snuggled upon him, your head rested on his chest. You brought your hand up to circle his chest hair between your fingers. You absentmindedly drew patterns across his chest, just like he did to you before.

Ultimately, you both were content in your post-sex high, and just being with each other.

“So,” Webster stated, “You don’t mind having kids?”

You chuckled, which caused him to shiver. He brought his arm down to wrap around you, his hand rested on your shoulder.

“This is what you want to talk about?”

He shrugged, “It’s something.”

You mimicked his action. Letting the words hang in the air.

“To answer your question, no I don’t mind. I think after what I’ve seen, it’d be a good change of pace.”

Web couldn’t help the dumb grin that was on his face and the thought of little Webster’s running around the place.

It wasn’t a bad thought.

But he still had to go back and finish the war first. Dammit.

“Promise me,” you started, “Promise me you’ll come back alive.”

You knew it was stupid you make him promise something like that, but after these months you felt you couldn’t live without him. You didn’t just want him to come back you needed him to come back.

Webster could only imagine the thoughts that were running through your head at that promise. You both were thinking along those same lines.

He couldn’t live without you.

The boat was crowded as you tried to find a bed to sleep on. George had got one at the top but you refused to climb up that high, so you settled for one a little higher up but not too far of a fall. It was the perfect place until you realized who was next to you. “Well, well, well if it isn’t Colonel Sinks pride and joy” Joe teased from his place next to you. “Fuck off Joseph” you grumbled trying to reread the sentence in your book. “Aw come on, don’t be so uptight” he playfully pestered as he took a drag of his cigarette. “Joe… Shut the fuck up would ya” you snapped finally glaring at him. “Why don’t you make me” he suggested leaning forward. You inhaled slowly, trying your best not to deck him then and there. You leaned forward into his face and cocked an eyebrow, “I will end you” you whispered. His smile grew and he leaned back laughing “As if sweetheart!”. His comment made you roll your eyes but he finally left you alone. “That pricks a son of Abraham” Guarneres’ voice brought you out of your fairyland that the book brought you to. You looked over at Joe wide-eyed, knowing that if he got the chance to punch someone, he would take it. “He’s a what” Joe asked Bill “Joseph” you warned, you didn’t know why you did, it just felt like you had to. “He’s a Jew” Bill continued. Your head snapped to Bill and you threw a ‘what the fuck’ glance at him. “Joe” you repeated but he cut you off “Oh Fuck” Joe growled throwing his cigarette down and jumping down. You watched wide-eyed as Joe approached Bill, and for some reason, you felt fear for Joe. You were confused by this feeling, it wasn’t of lust or frustration, it was something different. “I’m a Jew,” Joe said in Bills face angrily, “Congratulations, now get your nose out of my face” Bill stated and pushed Joe out of his face. Your breath caught as Joe’s fist rose and slammed down into Bills. A fight broke out and you just watched in awe as the other men pulled the two apart. The fight settled down, but Joe didn’t talk the rest of the night. 

Holland. You were overjoyed to finally meet some people that actually were happy that you were there. Dancing happened in the street, children cheered from above, and confetti flew down like rain. You laughed as Perconte was pulled from the chest of a woman and rolled your eyes at the fact that Talbert was making out with another woman. You felt joy and happiness. Something that rare was welcomed. A man grabbed your hand and pulled you to dance. “No no I am good thank you” you responded but he continued to pull, he responded in Dutch. You shook your head but a hand grabbed the one he had and a body blocked your view of him. Joseph stood in front of you and towered over the little Dutch Man “Ze zei nee” he snapped as he threw the mans arm down. “Joseph he just didn’t understand” you tried to reason as he guided you away from the crowds and the man. You threw the man an apologetic look but let Joe take you away. “He could have been dangerous” he grumbled. “I didn’t know you knew Dutch” you stated “what did you say anyway” he shrugged at you and replied with what you had said before, but in Dutch. You nodded happily, thinking that what he said was kind, but what you didn’t realize that it was simply “she said no” but there was a certain feeling in that tone that made the man back off fast. You met up with the other men and quickly forgot about it. 

It had been months. You lost men, you lost friends, you lost brothers. Bastogne was hard, but Foy was harder. You felt relief run through you once Speirs ran out and took control and you were all finally singing happy songs on the tank. That was until a shot rang out. A man fell above you and you tried to hide but another shot pierced your shoulder. Your yelp rang out as you hit the ground clutching at the wound. You heard screams and then a shot, then applause. Joes face hovered over yours, and it held panic as he tried to talk to you. The pain was so much for you, you had never felt anything like it. “It hurts” you cried out as Doc ran to your side and tore your jacket open. “I have to get the bullet out darling I’m sorry” Doc mumbled and his fingers dug into your wound. You cried out and Joe yelled at him to stop, “Joseph I can’t. The bullet can kill her” Doc stated as he continued to dig. You grabbed onto Joe’s arm, squeezing tightly as he looked at you in fear. Fear for what, you had no idea. The pain subsided a little once Doc pulled out the bullet. He poured Insta-clot powder on the wound and put a bandage on you. Joe just looked at you blankly. Doc helped you sit up and then finally stand, but when you turned to talk to Joe, he was gone. “Don’t mind him” Doc stated as you turned back to him “Why does he hate me?” you asked, Doc looked at you and threw a little smile. “He’s just in denial” Doc stated and before you could ask him to clarify he walked away.

Showers. That word made your heart sing, the only bad thing was that as a girl, you didn’t really have your own shower. You walked up towards the showers and saw Webster. It had been a while since you saw him and you practically threw yourself into him. “WEBSTER” You screamed happily as he hugged you back harder “I missed you so much!” You continued pinching his cheek “I missed you to y/n” he responded trying to get his cheek out of your sharp pinch. You didn’t realize that Joe was nearby, but Webster saw the glare he threw at him. “What’s up with Joe,” Webster asked looking down at you smiling. You looked over at Joe and he looked away, “Beats me” you sighed out “He hasn’t talked to me since I was shot… SPEAKING OF SHOT!” You screamed again “HOWS YOUR ASS-” “Jesus Fuck y/n do you ever shut your trap” Joseph cut you off as he got in line for the showers. You sent a glare at him but pulled Webster into line with you. “I’m not really sure how I’m gonna shower but, I guess there’s a first for everything” You giggled at Webster. Webster was always the closest with you, even before George. The fact that he loved to read made it even easier to get closer to him, which was something a certain somebody hated. “How long has it been since your last shower” Cobb called out to Webster. You shot a glare towards Cobb but Webster nodded embarrassed and annoyed “I’m gonna skip” He whispered to you. “Okay Web” you mumbled sadly. Why were these men so mean to him all of a sudden? Joe sent a glare behind your back towards Webster as he walked off. 

You turned back towards the showers and realized how close Joe was. “Jesus Liebgott” you whispered, “Get out of my space”. You tried to push past him but he grabbed your arm softly. “You don’t like him, do you?” Joe snarled. You looked at him in pure anger, “Its none of your fucking business if I do” you growled back. You tried to walk away but he yanked you back. You were chest to chest with him as he looked at you with a fire in his eyes like you’ve never seen before. “You are my fucking business” He replied lowly. You scoffed and ripped your arm out of his hand “I’m not even your girl, and if you would ask me, I never will be because you’re nothing more than a prick to me. So leave me alone Joseph Liebgott” you snapped. You had finally had enough of his idiotic ways. You had enough of his hot and cold moods. You had enough of the way he made you feel. You simply had enough. You stormed off towards Webster leaving Joe standing there in self-pity. “You really fucked that up eh Joe” someone joked. Everyone in the company knew about his feelings towards you, except the problem was that he just now realized it. He didn’t say anything snarky back to the soldier, for he wasn’t wrong. He turned back to face the showers. His heartbreaking just thinking about you loving Webster instead of him. It broke him. He stood in the shower, trying to wash the thoughts of you down the drain. But all it left him with was wet hair and a broken heart. 

The ride out of Haguenau was quiet. You sat across from Webster and Joe and in between George and another replacement. You were freezing as you cuddled in a little deeper into George. Joe glared at where your head was placed on Georges’ arm and he didn’t even realize he zoned out on your face until Webster nudged him. Joe looked over at Webster with a blank expression and Webster nodded in realization. “You love her,” he whispered in Joe’s ear, quietly so you wouldn’t hear. They thought you were fast asleep but they didn’t realize you were wide awake, and that you could hear everything. 

Joe contemplated the words but looked back at him shrugging. As if he didn’t already know the answer. Webster just stared at him knowingly. Joe sighed and looked out thinking and then back at Webster. “Okay, so what if I do?” he stated defensively.

“Then you should ask her out” Webster answered. Joe stared at him blankly, “I thought you liked her” he countered. “I don’t like y/n as more than a friend Joe” Webster answered truthfully. To him, you were nothing more than a baby sister. While Joe ended the convo there, you sat there in shock. Then all of the instances came back to you. Georges knowing smile back home, Docs in denial statement, you being his business, it all made sense. You smiled and snuggled in closer to George. You knew Joe wasn’t going to just out and pop the question, so you had to force it out of him.

You watched him speak to the Jews. He looked broken but you couldn’t get to him, you didn’t know why you needed to. But the way he looked was the only answer you needed at that moment. 

A break came in the sea of Jews and paratroopers and you ran through to the truck where Joe was now sobbing in. You climbed in and immediately grabbed him, making him look at you. “Joe, hey shhh its okay” you whispered trying to calm him but you just couldn’t seem to. Taking his face into your hands you forced his head to yours “it’s okay Joe……” you started and he just stared at you. He let out a broken sob and you just pulled him into your arms as he cried into your neck. You waved George away as you soothed the crying man in your arms. “Everythings going to be okay” you whispered. You didn’t stop rubbing his back until his sobs stopped. 

During times like this you needed a little comedy in your life, and though Shakespeare may be long gone he certainly had a way with words like no other. You wished you had packed more to bring with you when you left home, you had an entire collection next to your bed at home and you could still remember all your favourite passages. At school you had to study his plays in your English class and you had fallen in love, doing your best to get your hands on as many of his plays as you could, it was just a shame that no one else seemed to like his work. They always found it boring, or too hard to understand, but the way the words flowed made perfect sense to you.

You had been sat close to the tent they served food in, and you could smell lunch almost cooked. It wasn’t the most appealing of aromas but you were starving and anything would do though you usually waited for most of the men to take their place inside first so you didn’t have to deal with them queuing up with you.

Soldiers began to trickle inside as they were let go for lunch but you paid them no mind. In the past week most of them had gotten used to having you around camp and now mostly left you alone, you only looked up when a shadow blocked the light on your page. “Can I help you?” you asked, squinting up at the figure.

“Is that Shakespeare?” the man asked, an excited lilt in his voice.

You nodded slowly, “Yeah. Why?”

“I love Shakespeare,” he shifted and you could now see his face. He was fairly tall, had a strong jaw line and bright blue eyes.

You smiled, “Yeah, me too.”

“You getting lunch?” he asked, when you nodded he offered his hand, you took it and he hoisted you up. “So, what’s your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N. You?”

“David Webster,” he replied with an easy smile. You joined the back of the line and quickly grabbed the food that was meant to be a sandwich and took a place together on a bench near the back of the tent that was empty. “What do you do around here?”

“Air force mechanic. What about you?”

“I’m a private in Easy Company.”

You chewed on your sandwich, “That the one always running up the hill.”

He let out a long suffering sigh and nodded. You chuckled, “Sucks to be you.”

Another soldier walked past, you recognised him as one from a different company who didn’t approve of you being around camp. “Women should be at home, you know, or in the kitchen. Why don’t you go make me some seconds,” he taunted.

“Go away, asshole,” you shoved him away, he stumbled but laughed to himself as he walked away to join his friends. You glared at his retreating form, used to his remarks by now, and bit angrily at your sandwich.

Webster had his eyebrows raised in shock at the encounter, “I can see he’s not in your good books.”

“No, and if he were I would burn my library,” you retorted without thinking, a smirk coming to your face when you realised what you had said. It took it a second for it to click in Webster's mind but when he did he laughed at the quote. “You like Shakespeare then, Web? What’d you do before you came here?”

“English Literature at Harvard.” You let out a low whistle and he blushed slightly, “You?”

“A guy in my town went to university to take English and he sort of tutors me. I didn’t have enough money to go myself,” you shrugged. Webster felt bad, guilty that he had more than enough money for these things but you didn't seem to be bother by it so he pushed the thoughts aside. “So, what are your favourite Shakespeare plays?”

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David,

They have us doing full checks on the C-47’s at this camp, I think the invasion may happen soon, but I’m sure you knew that already. Us mechanics have been split into two groups, who goes with the pilot and who stays to cross over at a later date. I’m going in with the pilot so I might see you over there, wherever it is they decide to drop us. Good luck and stay safe, remember your training and you’ll be fine.

Y/N

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Y/N

We got the briefing. The jump is gonna happen in the next week and I’m terrified. Did I ever tell you I had the opportunity to be an officer, one of the ones behind a desk and safe from all this. I turned it down because I wanted the experience of being a foot soldier, for my book, which I now regret. What if I don’t make it out of the plane? What if I land in the middle of an enemy camp? There’s so many things that could go wrong I feel I might explode if I think about it. You better stay safe as well.

David

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David,

Don’t be an idiot. You’ll get dropped in the DZ with the rest of your company who’ll have your back. Everything will work out okay. Screw your courage to the sticking place, god dammit. I trust that you’ll make it through. Believe me when I say you’ll be okay. Besides, I’ll be over there to keep an eye out for you.

Y/N

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Operation Market Garden was a failure and everyone knew it and it hadn't even begun yet. You had been sent in to gather up and fix some army trucks that had been left behind in a retreat, the enemy had since moved out so it was only a quick in an out mission with the other mechanics in your squad. You had internally complained that they had you getting trucks not planes but this is what you had been trained to do, so do it you did.

You managed to salvage the trucks and bring them back to HQ where you could really work on the engine. You were deep in the engine when you heard the gravel crunch behind you, you didn’t expect to hear the voice you did, “Y/N?”

You spun around and your face lit up as you saw your friend, “Web! What are you doing here?”

“Passing through, gonna take a town later today they say. Just stocking up on some ammo.”

“Well good luck,” you couldn’t keep the smile off your face after not seeing your closest friend for so long.

Someone called for him to hurry up and he gave you an apologetic smile and you waved him off and let him go, as he walked back to join his company you couldn't help but notice how he had filled out a bit more and the scruffy look he was now sporting only added to his looks. For the first time since you had met you actually felt attracted to him, wanted him for something more than friendship.

You quickly stopped your thought track and buried yourself back into working on the engine. You couldn’t think of him like that, especially in the middle of a war.  

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“Are you Y/N Y/L/N?” a young private came up to you the next day.

“Yeah, why?” you asked with a small frown.

“You’ve been requested in the med bay. By a private David Webster.”

Your eyes widened, “Is he okay?”

The private nodded, “Yes. This way miss.”

You followed after him to the med bay where you quickly spotted Webster propped up on one of the beds. “What happened?” you rushed over to him.

“Got shot in the leg. Can you believe I said ‘they got me’ when it happened?”

You smirked at him, “What would Shakespeare think?” you shook your head at him in mock disapproval and he grinned. “When will you get back on your feet?”

“I don’t know,” he grimaced as he shifted in the bed, “Not for a while I don’t think.”

You bit your lip, “At least you get a bit of a break. I’m sure you’ll be better in no time.”

You stayed with him as long as you could, trying to ignore the jolts your stomach made when he looked at you with his dazzling blue eyes. When one of the nurses kicked you out you promised to come back when you next got the chance but you and your squad got moved out that night and you didn’t have a chance to say goodbye in person.

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David,

I’ve lost track of where they’ve been carting me around. My life is one engine after the other and I get not time to just sit down and read a good play. It’s amazing I can find time to write this. I hope your leg is doing better. Are you back with your company yet?

Y/N

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Y/N

Not yet. I can only just about hobble on my leg. The nurses say it could be another couple of weeks before I can leave the hospital. I understand your frustration though here the problem is I have too much time and too little to do. I feel I may die here from boredom alone, if I ever make it back to combat I may go down there (with yet another horrendous cliche line as my last words). I sometimes think I might actually die a bachelor, which based on the marriage suitors my parents have suggested in the past it may be preferable. I yearn to see the lines again. My book won't consist of much if I’m waiting here, but alas, I can’t walk away. Literally.

David

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David

Sorry to hear your legs still in a bad way. Don't worry, I get the feeling you’ll live to see the end of the war. Try and rest the leg as much as possible and listen the the nurses.

Y/N

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The war was over. You couldn’t believe it. It was over. You could go home.

You had kept in contact with Webster through the months, though letters didn’t come frequently as the mail delivery was slow and you rarely had the time to write back. Still, you knew about him rejoining easy company and being treated as an outcast until he was finally accepted again, you knew about Landsberg and you knew he was now on his way home.

You had volunteered to stay back in Europe for a while, keep tabs on the vehicles and fix them up as much as you could to see if any of them could still be used or go into displays. You still kept sending letters to David and they came each week now, he had invited you to stay at his place when you returned home and you had eagerly accepted.

After all this time your feelings for him hadn’t diminished. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and it was no different for you. You just didn’t want to go home just yet, you craved the routine and stability being in the air force brought you but soon it came to the point where they sent you home.

The boat ride was long and arduous, though the rocking isn't what made you feel sick. It was the thought of returning home and not have anyone recognise you, or you not recognise them. It had been close to three years since you last saw your friends and family, and a lot had changed in that time.

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When you had returned to America you and David had helped each other out. Now living together your feelings for one another quickly escalated until they burst. It had been long coming, since camp Toccoa, since Holland. You couldn’t place when it happened but you knew you loved him with all your heart and you knew he loved you just the same.

Together you slowly readjusted to civilian life. You were there whilst he wrote his book and went off onto the sea. He was there as you got a job you liked doing. You were there for each other in the night when you woke from another nightmare. And you were there for each other when things didn’t go to plan.

You stuck together through everything. It had been an instant yes when he got down on one knee, some three years after the war ended.

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The wedding was in a week. You were strangely calm. You had seen your friends and family members all freak out at this point but you felt content, this was what was right. You and David lay on the couch together, basking in the soft sunlight that trickled past the curtains and onto you. “Remember years ago in that letter, I said I might die a bachelor?” he asked, his voice quiet and silky in your ear.

You hummed in acknowledgement, you had kept and reread all of his letter during the war and you still knew all of them off by heart. “Yeah,” you whispered.

“Well, when I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.”

“You getting cold feet?” you teased.

You felt him smile against the back of your neck and he pressed a soft kiss there. “No, quite the opposite. I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to to protest.”

You smiled and rolled in his arms to face him, “Love me!..why?” you played along.

“When you depart from sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave,” he replied smoothly and you could help but blush. Even after all this time.

“Sap,” you fondly rolled your eyes and leant in to kiss him. This is where you belonged. Next to the man who shared your love of Shakespeare, and could make you feel safe with a single touch. There was no place you would rather be.

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