Fandom Inserts & Imagines

(Requested - Anonymous)

You'd known something was up the moment he knocked on your front door instead of slipping through your window like usual. You opened it to find Smitty Ryker standing on your porch with a fresh shave, a pressed shirt that didn't quite match the rough edges of his usual self, and a single white carnation in his hand.

"Ma'am," he said with a slight smirk, tipping his cap. "Figured I'd take you out proper. Just this once." You blinked, confused and instantly suspicious. "What did you do?"

He chuckled, stepping closer. "Nothing...yet. But I ship out tomorrow morning. Figured if I only had one night left here, I want to spend it makin' you smile." That made your breath catch. He'd told you before that he wasn't the type to get soft. Said he wasn't the kind of man you brought home to your daddy. But now here he was, trying to be both.

"...Give me ten minutes." You said excitedly before rushing back inside.

The date wasn't anything fancy. He didn't have the money or the time. However there was a charm to it...walking with him down the old Main Street where the town still smelled of summer honeysuckle and distant train smoke, where kids were playing stickball in the dying light, and every passerby seemed to know him. You noticed how many gave him a nod of respect now. Even the ones who'd once crossed the street when they saw him coming.

You both ended up at the lake, where he'd laid out two old army blankets under the stars and somehow, miraculously, produced a slice of pie wrapped in a napkin from Mrs. Redding's bakery.

"I had to do half her yard work to get this," he said as you laughed, taking a bite of the still-warm apple cinnamon pie. "Said I reminded her of her nephew."

You looked over at him then, your smile softening. "You're not what I expected, Smitty Ryker." That sudden statement caught his attention and he glanced over, leaning back on his hands. "No? What'd you expect?"

"Trouble," You answered honestly.

"I am trouble," he said, his voice low, his eyes not leaving yours. "But for you? I'd try not to be." The silence that followed was heavier than it should've been. It sat between you both, thick with unspoken things and the countdown of morning.

So you leaned over and kissed him softly, slowly, as if memorizing the shape of him. He kissed you back with something just shy of desperation. Like he knew that one night was never going to be enough.

Later, when he walked you to your door, his fingers brushed yours like he didn't want to let go.

"I don't know what'll happen over there," He said, his voice rough. "But if I make it back...can I knock on your door again."

You looked up at him, heart tight in your chest, eyes burning. "You better." He smiled. That crooked, reckless smile that always made your knees weak. Then he turned, not saying goodbye, just lifting a hand, as if a promise hung in the air behind him. And you stood on your porch, holding the white carnation to your chest, praying that Smitty Ryker makes it back home in one piece so he can knock on your door for another surprise date.

We definitely need more content about Smitty himself😭 it’s impossible to find anything, i would be veru thankful but you don’t have to write anything!🙂🙂

~ A Tour of Duty FanFic ~

It all started with an argument. Rebecca "Becca" Donavan had to give up her best friend to a war that she did't understand. So instead of doing what other normal girls would do, she signed up to be a nurse so that she could find her best friend in a foreign land and try to make things right between them.

Chapter One

A light Montana breeze cooled the warm summer air as it lazily blew by. Not a cloud could be seen in the sky as the sun beat down mercilessly on the living things beneath it. A young man leaned against the wooden fence in front of him, oblivious to the heat and bright sunlight. He watched the horse graze lazily as his mind ran a thousand miles an hour, trying to think of the right things to say in the near future. His mind was made up, he knew what he had to do. The hard part was, how to tell his family and friends. Sighing, Daniel Purcell knew that his family needed to know before it was too late, but he didn't know how they were going to take the news. The young cowboy knew how his girlfriend would probably take it, but he wasn't entirely sure. She always had a thing for a man in uniform, though she couldn't stand the idea of danger. What about his best friend? How was she going to take it? Becca was always a mystery to him. Every time Danny thought he had her figured out, she would always surprise him and react a different way. That's one of the many things he liked about her, he thought to himself as he smiled. Becca always kept him guessing.

Suddenly, Danny's world went dark as a pair of cool hands covered his eyes. Already knowing who it was, his smile grew as he decided to play along.

"Guess who?" A light feminine voice asked from behind him.

"Hmm, Annie?" He answered jokingly as he said his girlfriend's name. Danny could feel the warm breath from the answering laugh on the back of his neck.

"No, dummy, try again." She teased.

"You're weird, Becca. You do know that, right?" He asked, suddenly tied of this game. There was some serious matters that he had to deal with at the moment. Bright sunlight met his sky blue eyes as Rebecca's hands fell from his face. Turning around, Danny looked into his best friend's hazel eyes, seeing the sparkle of humor in them.

"Wow, you really know how to sweet talk a girl, Danny. How in the world did you get Annie to go out with you?" Becca's lips pulled up into a bigger smile. Danny couldn't help but to return her smile as he answered her.

"Only because she isn't as smart as you." He teased. Becca's eyes widened as she erupted into laughter. As the young man listened to her laugh, Danny didn't know what he liked the most about her. Becca's heartwarming smile or her laugh that sounded like ringing bells on a Sunday morning. He watched as she took a slender finger and wiped a tear of humor away from her eye. Still smiling, Becca leaned her slender frame against the fence, standing close to him. With her being this close, Danny was able to detect the scent of vanilla and rose drifting faintly to his nose as another breeze blew lightly past them. Even though Becca swore up and down that she doesn't wear any type of girly fragrances, Danny knew that she did. Deciding not to launch into that age old argument again, he glanced over at his friend, trying to build up his courage to tell her his news. Becca's brown cowboy hat sat tilted back on her head, hiding the top part of her shoulder blade length honey brown hair. Her cream colored skin held no flaw, always having a healthy and happy glow. Bright sunlight reflected the green specs in her hazel eyes. She may not have the blond hair and piercing blue eyes that guys fell head over heels for, but to Danny she was beautiful. She had curves in the right place, though not as pronounced as his girlfriend's. Becca was slender, but not too skinny and was also known to have a fiery temper if provoked. Beneath all of that though, Danny knew that she was beautiful in her own way. She was smart and feisty, but knew when she needed to back off. She was as caring as she was stubborn. Whenever someone got hurt or needed someone to talk to, Becca was always there to help.

"Earth to Danny! You still awake over there?" Her teasing voice distracted him from his thoughts, only to have guilt grip him hard.

"Yeah, sorry, Becks. Didn't mean to mentally wonder off like that." He apologized quickly. Danny looked down, no longer meeting her gaze and feeling ashamed for thinking about how beautiful his friend is instead of his girlfriend. A small laugh escaped from Becca's full pink lips.

"It's ok, I do the same thing to you sometimes." She commented lightly. Danny's only response was to nod slowly. Sensing her tilt her head to the side out of curiosity, the young man knew she was about to ask him something.

"What's bothering you, Danny?" She asked, seriousness replacing her earlier humor. He could feel her hazel gaze on him as he thought about his answer. Letting out a small sigh, he answered softly.

"I volunteered to go to Vietnam"

To Be Continued...

Please!You have such a sophisticated writing. Thank you! will wait.

Brad Colbert - Would be the perfect "Joe". He is so quiet and keeps to himself, how could he not be the perfect stalker? He is well skilled in keeping a low profile, despite his size and height. The only thing that he wouldn't be able to do, would to be able to insert himself in your life like Joe did with Beck, because if he did, he wouldn't be able to leave your side for a second, even to follow you. You would never know that he was there, watching through the window as you did your night time routine; keeping up with the tracker that he had put on your car to see where you went. Just like Beck, you seemed to attract the interesting kind of people which kept Brad on his toes. In his mind, you are his and didn't want you to be taken away by someone else...not that he would ever tell you to your face. He didn't want you to feel like you had to chose him...because he was a gentleman like that

Ray Person - Absolutely not. Ray would fail at being the perfect "Joe". He wouldn't be able to stay quiet long enough to be able to follow you and observe your every move in secret. He was the type who would follow you to the store and then call you asking you to bring him snacks once you got inside. Then call you again asking where his snacks were when he didn't see them in your cart through his binoculars. Which annoyed you to no end. One time you went on a date to the park with a very laid back and chill guy only to have it interrupted by Ray yelling from the bushes, "You're boring as fuck, homie!" This only resulted in you calling the police on him.

Nate Fick - 50/50. He would make a good "Joe", maybe not the perfect one though. Tailing you would be easy for him, he'd have no problem keeping his distance to watch you and collect intel on you. You would never know what he was up to, he was always so nice and never gave you a reason to question him. The struggle for him however, would be whenever a spark of spontaneity would hit and you would deviate from your normal routine. It would take everything in Nate's power to keep from texting you and asking why you didn't stick to your original plan..because...it was the original plan. He didn't understand why you would suddenly feel the need to stop and get a coffee after work instead of going straight home. Not being able to ask you that would be a struggle

Evan Wright - Would absolutely, hands down be the ultimately perfect "Joe". He would be able to be blend in perfectly in your life without letting on that he was also following your every move. He would be so smooth in his mission to keep tabs on you that even when you almost caught him one afternoon, he was able to brush it off saying that he was meeting a co-worker to work on a story together. Even your friends would think that he was the perfect man with no faults. If only they knew how much time he spent following you and watching everything little thing that you did with your life.

Manimal - Just..no. He would be the worst "Joe" there ever was. Anytime you would be talking to any of your guy friends, he would seem to come out of the shadows to scare them off because he didn't want anyone to have a chance with you. There has been countless times that you would come home just to caught him going through your underwear drawer.

Jason Lilley - Well..he would make an ok "Joe". He had the biggest crush on you, but never could figure out how to tell you. So he would follow you in hopes to find the perfect timing to tell you. Because of his love to record everything and also watching your every move, he would take out his video camera and record you. To him everything you did was worth documenting and keeping, he thought you looked so adorable sitting on your couch, wrapped up in a cozy blanket and sipping your favorite drink while watching your favorite show in your living room. He almost sent it to you because he wanted you to see yourself the way he sees you, but caught himself just in time.

[ Shall I continue with a part 2 with some of the other guys or write a short story on one of the ones listed above?? Comment below or send me a message! ]

Requested ~ if u are taking requests some cute stuff with sid phillips? like dating him?

Dating Sid Phillips is like slow dancing barefoot on a creaky porch at sunset, with a flask in his back pocket, war stories in his eyes, and a dry, sarcastic comment always loaded and ready. He's got that Southern gentleman charm wrapped in just enough cynicism to make your heart skip and your eyes roll at the same time. He won't say "I love you" easily, but when he does, it'll be between the lines like "You're a pain in the ass...but you're my pain in the ass."

One moment, he's teasing you mercilessly with that crooked smirk - always two seconds away from calling you "trouble" like it's a compliment. The next, he's dead quiet, staring off like he's back in the mud and smoke of Peleliu, fingers twitching just slightly like he's still holding a rifle. You learn early that when that silence hits, you don't push - you just sit beside him, shoulder to shoulder, until he comes back to you.

He's fiercely loyal, but he doesn't parade it. He won't gush, he won't swoon - but if someone looks at you wrong in a bar, Sid's already on his feet, jaw tight, that Southern drawl turning sharp as a blade: "You got a problem, pal?" He doesn't start fights, but he's never backed down from one either and if you're in his corner, he'll burn the world down before he lets anyone hurt you.

He reads more than you'd expect. Always has a dog-eared book lying around, often left on the porch rail or the kitchen counter with notes in the margins - sarcastic ones, poetic ones, sometimes your name underlined like a secret.

And God help you when you fight. Because Sid fights like he loves: with fire, but the making up? That's when the walls drop. That's when he pulls you close, forehead against yours, breath shaking just a little as he says, "I don't wanna lose you. Not after everything."

He's the kind of boyfriend who:

Kisses your forehead before a smart retort

Makes you coffee strong enough to fuel a Marine battalion

Only lets you see the cracks when the lights are low and the radio's playing something soft

Leaves you flowers, but pretends they were "just lying around"

Writes you letters even though you live together

Always sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door - out of instinct, not romance, but you know better

It's complicated and can be rough around the edges, but it's honest and it's real.

Tag List: @isabelaorosseto @gottapenny

~Requested~

Thirty days, 5 hours and who knows how many minutes. Ever since your little one came into this world, that's how long it's been since you've gotten a decent night's sleep. Her little cries carried from her crib to your ears every night almost like clockwork. Just one night of pure silence felt like a vanishing dream that didn't seem possible anymore. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you slowly sat up and got out of bed to pick up your baby girl from her crib. Holding her close to your chest, she quieted down as her warm little body snuggled close. All she wanted was to be held. As you held her close, you glanced back over to the bed only to see the side next to yours empty once again. A sight that has been all too familiar for the past thirty days, 5 hours and who knows how many minutes. David Webster has been there for you for so many years, ever since you were kids. Nothing could separate the two of you, that is until the war came. Everyone was shocked that he would actually leave your side, however the constant arrival of letters almost every day made it feel like he had never left. He would tell you everything, his thoughts, how his days were going, as much as he could about the war and missions that he was allowed to tell, and his plans for after the war. Which started to include you in ways that you never thought. You thought it was just the poet and romantic in him that brought it out, however the moment he arrived on your doorstep still in his uniform, he got down on one knee and asked you to marry him. Life became such a whirlwind with the sudden engagement and wedding, that the next 9 months went by in a blur and before you knew it, Webster was standing by your side during the labor and birth of your first child. It felt like you were living the dream. A loving man by your side, a beautiful child in your arms, and a home to call your own with your little family. It couldn't get any better than this, right?

Things in your happy little world started to change though. Webster became more distant and spent less time with you and your little girl, less time helping you with chores around the house like he used too and even barely took his place beside you in bed. At first you tried to tell yourself that it was nothing, but the further that he kept distancing himself the more you started to worry. Right before your daughter was born, Webster re-enrolled into Harvard and started his classes again. You figured the distance between you two started because of that since he was staying busy trying to work a part time job and going back to school. As the days passed, you couldn't help but notice that your husband spent more and more time in his study with the door closed. That's when the arguments started. Every time you'd try to confront him about his silence and the growing distance. He would tell you that he can't deal with the disruptions right now. That you didn't understand the stress that was on him, but never elaborated on what kind of stress. On the nights that you two would have your arguments, he would stay in his study for the rest of the night and not come to bed. He would barely hold his baby girl anymore, all of her caretaking fell to you and you alone. You never thought things would turn out like this. The perfect love story of your life was starting to unravel and you didn't know how to fix it.

Laying your little bundle back into her crib to sleep, you quietly made your way down stairs for drink of water. Passing by your husband's study, the sounds of the typewriter softly filled the air, informing anyone who passed by that he was hard at work. Your footsteps stopped in front of his door, hesitating to continue. Maybe checking on him one more time would bring him back to your bed, back to your happy little love story. Sighing, you turned back and made your back to your room alone. It wasn't worth it, he had gone back to his one true love of books and writing. Making your way back into your bed, you laid your head down and tried to go back to sleep. Something that has been hard to come by, but finally did.

The next night, you sat up with a jolt. Something felt wrong, not like how it should be. The cries were not there tonight, not waking you from your sleep like they normally do. Your heart skipping a beat as you jumped up to look into her crib only to see it empty. Panicking, you start to race to the door to yell for Webster, however something stopped you. A whisper of an unfamiliar sound coming from downstairs. Tiptoeing down the stairs, your feet brought you back to the study. A low voice speaking softly could be heard from behind the cracked door. Creeping up quietly so as not to be heard, you leaned in close to be able to peek through the crack. To your surprise, there stood Webster with your daughter held in his arms as he told her a fairytale story while gently rocking her to sleep. Almost as if sensing your presence, Webster look up towards the door and smiled at you. "She is almost asleep." You stepped into the study to stand with your husband and smile softly at the peaceful little bundle in his arms. "I didn't hear you come in and get her." You murmured softly. A moment of silence fell between you before he replied, but to answer you. "You didn't check on me last night." It was just a simple statement, but you could hear how much it bothered him in his voice. "That scared me, (Y/N). When you didn't come to check on me like you normally do, I felt like you were beginning to give up on me." Confusion and hurt filled your heart when you heard him. "David, what on earth would make you thing that I would just give up on you that easily?" Silence once again fell upon the both of you. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I have been so stressed recently that I had stopped putting the effort into our relationship, I stopped helping you with our daughter and shut the both of you out. The only thing that has been easy for me is my writing. That's why I have been down here so much, it eases the stress of school, work, and life itself." He paused for a brief second before continuing. "I wanted to surprise you with what I've been working on, but I think I just let it consume me and kept me away from you and our little one." Shifting your daughter to be able to still hold her in one arm, Webster picked up some papers on his desk and handed them to you. "This is what has been keeping me so occupied every night." Taking the papers from him, you skimmed over the words and started to smile when you realized what he had been working on. "This is a children's book, with our daughter as the main character." You couldn't hold back the smile spreading on your face. Webster returned your smile. "I wanted it to be perfect, (Y/N), for you and for her." With his free arm, he wrapped it around your shoulders to give you a hug and kissed you. "Now that I am finished, I will be on full baby duty while you, my dear, take the time to whatever your heart wishes. I will take care of everything else." Smiling warmly at Webster, the man you fell in love with all those years ago was back. "Let's just start with going to bed and getting a good night's sleep before this little one decides it's time to get up again." He chuckled in response and nodded. Things were back to normal, Webster no longer holed up in his study and went above and beyond to help you with whatever you needed. Things could not get any better than this.

Brad Colbert: Silent judgment the whole time. He'd sit there stoically, arms crossed, occasionally making dry, cutting remarks like, "That's a tactical mistake," when someone gives a bad rose ceremony speech. Secretly gets invested but refuses to admit it.

Ray Person: He lives for this kind of drama. He'd be yelling at the screen, making up nicknames for all the contestants, and placing fake bets on who's going home. Drinks beer, eats all of your snacks, and brings chaos. "Bro! This is fucking nuts! She is giving red flag energy!"

Doc Bryan: Watches it like a psychology case study. Offers deep analysis of the sontestants' behavior and how they probably have attachment issues. "This is a textbook example of insecure-avoidant dynamics"

Nate Fick: Tries to act like he's too mature for it, but ends up actually caring and asking, "Wait, didn't she already tell him she loved him? How's he saying that to someone else?" Gets emotionally involved by week 3.

Rudy Reyes: Is 100% here for the love story. He's spiritually connected to the journey and keeps talking about "energy" and "alignment." Probably tears up during the final rose.

Trombley: Doesn't really get what's going on. Asks random questions like, "So do they get to kill each other or what?" You just stare at him wondering if you should be worried or not and eventually make him run out to get take out so he doesn't make any more weird comments.

Gunny: Sits off to the side, pretending he does't care. Complains it's a "waste of time" but is somehow always there. Occasionally grumbles things like, "This is what's wrong with America," right before asking, "Wait, he picked him?"

Walt: Surprisingly thoughtful insights. Gets real quiet during emotional moments and occasionally hits you with, "Damn, that was actually kind of deep." Secretly roots for the underdog girl and won't admit it until the finale.

Q-Tip: Low-key stylish, totally into the fashion and vibes. Makes hilarious side commentary like, "That low cut dress? That's a tactical choice." Ruthlessly judges bad outfits and fake personalities. Keeps a mental list of who's "fake as hell" and who's "wifey material." Probably says, "She's not here for the right reasons," before anyone else does.

Evan Wright: Starts out watching like he's just taking notes for a sociological study. But after like one beer, he's yelling, "Oh COME ON, SHE DESERVES BETTER!" with you. Gives sharp commentary on production manipulation. "You can feel the producer's fingerprints all over this two-on-one date." Accidentally becomes the most emotionally invested.

Manimal: Maximum chaos. He is that guy who lives to stir the pot. He's loud, opinionated, and completely unpredictable. Every time someone gets eliminated, he yells, "Waste of a slot!" He also would try to start a drinking game with rules like "sip every time someone says 'vulnerable'." Has zero filter and will say things like "She's got red flag energy, bro, she's gonna burn your house down."

“Where’s your mind at, (Y/N)?” The sudden question brought you back to the present, a one that you didn't realize that you had left. Sitting next to you on the family porch was your sister, studying your face with concern. "Are you thinking about that boy again?" A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips, in many ways your little sister showered her younger age by the way she acted and spoke sometimes, however her attention to detail was better than most adults. No matter how hard you would try to hide your feelings, she could see right though your act. "First off, he's not a boy. Eugene is a man. A full grown man, thank you and yes...I'm thinking about him again." Molly gave you a sympathetic smile, but didn't say a word. She knew that it was best to let you take a minute to process what you wanted to say before you said it and a minute is how long it took before you spoke again. "It has only been 3 months since the war had ended, however I am still missing him so much." The ache in your heart began to grow the more you thought about the Cajun medic. The two of you had met briefly when you both had started training as medics at the start of the war. It was instantaneous. Sparks flew between you and Roe as the both of you worked side by side each. Inseparable was the best way to describe it. You were so convinced that you and him would end up going together to Europe, saving lives side by side. All of those hopes and dreams came crashing down around you when the orders finally came in. Roe was going to Europe...without you. The memory of his facial expression was etched into your mind as if it was in stone, nervous face slowly falling into a new and more heartbreaking look of disappointment and loss. When his dark, sad eyes finally looked up and met yours, you knew without doubt that things were not going the way that you two had hoped and talked about for so long. Just a few moments before, you had received your orders first and it had you shipping out the next day to the Pacific, the one place you had hoped that you would not be going to...at least not alone.

That night was a bitter sweet one. Roe was by your side the entire night, holding you in his arms and whispering sweet promises in your ear, his low Cajun accent stirring your heart even more. The next morning you both had promised to write each other every chance you two could get. Even though it felt like you had gone to the opposite end of the world, you felt closer than ever to him every time a letter showed up for you. The plans that you two were making for after the war seemed too good to be true, but they are what kept you going each and every day. As the months dragged on, the letters became fewer and fewer until they just become non-existent. Worry ate away at your heart, not knowing if something terrible had happened to him or if his attentions have drifted else where. No, not Roe. His eyes were only for you and would never wander. So that could only mean one thing....your heart clenched tightly just at the thought of losing him. As the days grew longer and more gruesome, you threw yourself into your work to keep yourself distracted. Taking longer shifts, always volunteering for everything no matter if they needed your help or not. You still made the effort to keep writing him letters, however the more recent ones you just started to collect and keep in your bag. Even though letters from Roe were not coming in anymore, it still helped you deal with the darkness of a war that seemed to show no end in sight. That is, until the news finally came in. The war was over. Everything became a whirlwind, rushing to collect what little you had left, getting shipped out and flown home, the home welcoming parties that your family and friends kept throwing for you. Finally everything started to calm down and starting to feel like your old life again. There was just one thing that wasn't the same, there was no Cajun accent being whispered in your ear, no warm arms wrapped comfortingly around your waist. All of that heartache came back and you finally accepting that Eugene Roe was no longer apart of your life like you both had talked about. Lonely night after lonely night was all that you had to look forward to.

All of that hurt and built up emotions started to crawl back into your heart as you continued to sit in silence. Molly knew that it was best to let you take your time to process and talk only when you were ready to. "I truly thought that we were going to have a life together after the war." The words sounded hollow to your ears when you spoke them. A warm and gently grip to you hand was all that your sister gave you in the form of comfort. She knew that you were not done yet. "Everything seemed so right and perfect with him, as is nothing could separate us. Not even the nightmare that we both lived through....or at least I lived through." You started to give up hope that Roe was still alive a while back and it was hard to think other wise, no matter how hard you tried. Whenever you had confided in your sister, she was the one who always tried to look on the bright side and give you positive scenarios that explain why the lack of communication had happened. "I can only imagine what you are going through (Y/N), it's only been 3 months after the war ended. Maybe his letters had gotten lost and he is back home safe and sound coming up with a plan to try and find you again." The hopefulness in her statement warmed your heart. Such the romantic at heart your little sister was. Before you could answer her, your father stepped out of the house and walked over to join you. "Your mother needed some last minute things from town, you girls want to go with me?" Molly jumped up immediately, excited for a trip to town. You stayed seated in your chair. As much as you loved going on errands with your family, you just didn't have it in you today. Understanding grew on your father's face and didn't press it. "We will be back in a little while, (Y/N)" Nodding in acknowledgement, you appreciated the fact that your family didn't really pry into your life. Once they had left, you went back into the house to help your mother with anything that she needed because you couldn't stand to sit alone with your thoughts. As you began to help with some of the chores, you could help but to think about how your sister always seemed to find something new and exciting every time she went town and began to wonder what she would bring home to show you this time...

Eugene's P.O.V ~

Three months...three long months since the war had ended. Looking back on everything that he has been through, he still couldn't believe that he had made it out alive and in one piece. He should feel excited, happy...thankful even, however the feeling that kept rising up and overpowering the others was the sense of emptiness. He hadn't heard from (Y/N) for a long time and it concerned him. Deep down in his heart he knew that she was still alive, but the thought of her not making it still overcame him sometimes. The letters had stopped coming in all together, they were the only thing that kept him going during the lonely nights and horrific days. Did something happen to her? Was her affections stolen by another man? No, not his (Y/N). She adored him and the thought of leaving him would never cross her mind. It was only a month after the letters stopped coming that some of the other men in his company started complaining about the lack of mail coming when they realized that something had happened with the mail route causing them to no longer get their letters and such as they used too. Then the constant relocating didn't help much either. He hated to think of how you were feeling right now. As his long legs cared him down the quiet street, his attention was brought back to the present as he noticed that the little town he was in must be the smallest town he had ever been in. The people all knew each other, not a single one seemed to be in a hurry to go any where. It was so quiet here, peaceful even. Looking over, he noticed a young girl sitting on the sidewalk outside of a local store with an open book in hand. Hopefully she could help him with finding who he was looking for. "What are you reading?" The girl's head snapped up quickly to look at his, causing his heart to nearly stop. Those eyes...those familiar eyes of his (Y/N) looking up at him in shock nearly caused him to lose his breath. "Curious George. It's one of my favorites!" A smile that had been so familiar to him spread over her face. "If you don't mind me asking, do you know a (Y/N)?" Recognition dawned on her face and the young girl jumped to her feet, dropping her book on the ground. "Are you Eugene Roe?! Oh goodness, my sister talks about you all the time!" Relief came over Roe like a wave. After these long months of searching, he had finally found you.

Your P.O.V ~

It didn't take long to finish helping with the chores, you had gotten through them quickly so you could go back to your spot on the porch and wait for your father and sister to get home. They must have finished early because as you were just about to sit on the porch step, you could hear the old engine of your father's truck coming up the driveway. The vehicle had barely come to a stop when your sister jumped out and came running towards you with her usual excitement. "(Y/N)! You'll never guess what I found for you in town!" You couldn't help but chuckle, it was probably a new kind of candy or another book that she had found. Movement behind her caught your attention. Looking past her, you couldn't believe your eyes. The man you thought you might not see again, standing by your father in front of the truck waiting for you to notice him. Nothing of what your sister was saying could be heard at this point. You were only focused on the love of your life, you didn't even notice that you had jumped up and ran into his open arms. The familiar warmth of his body against yours as he embraced you filled the emptiness that you had been feeling for so long. "I missed you so much, I thought something had happened to you." Your voice sounded so small and quiet that you thought he might not have heard you, the tightening of his arms around you said differently. He could hear the emotion in your voice and felt the same way. "I missed you too, (Y/N)." The next whispered words in your ear calmed every fear and worry that you ever had and knew that your happy ending was finally within your grasp...

"I love you, (Y/N). There is nothing that will separate me from you again."

You’re the best! Love from 🇧🇷

Here is the current list of fandoms that I write for at the moment! Starting off small and will happily add more if you all have any suggestions for new things to add, feel free to let me know!

• Band of Brothers

• Pacific

• Generation Kill

• Hacksaw Ridge

• Supernatural

• Grimm

• Black Sails

• Spartacus

• Fury

• Anything Marvel

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“Hah! I win again!” Cold sharpness suddenly spread through your head as a brain freeze settled in. It didn’t stop the feeling of triumph though when you won the ice cream soda drinking contest with your best friend. You laughed as you watched him from across the table, clearly suffering from the same symptoms as you. His face twisted into obvious discomfort. 

“Yeah, yeah. Quit your gloating.” He growled, only to cause you to break out into another round of giggles. This was your ideal way to spend the weekend, having a sweet treat with your best friend on a hot summer day. What more could a girl ask for? Actually, there was one more thing a girl could ask for....the romantic attention from a man that was just like the one sitting across from you. Sure, Smitty Ryker has been your best friend for years so it would be weird to think of him as anything more than such. The both of you meet when your parents took him in from foster care and the friendship that was formed was immediate. Since the moment he moved in, the two of you were inseperable. You were never a risk taker, you always played it safe and by the books. In school you were the grade A student, the pretty nerd. Smitty brought a whole new world to your door step. Excitement and adventure, if he was doing it so were you. Sadly, he was put back into foster care. He was a bad influence they said, he was no good. That didn’t stop you though. He managed to always keep in touch because he never wanted to be without his best friend. Smitty admited that you were the only one that he could ever get along, that you were the only person that he actually liked and who understood him. Every time he was placed with a new family, the two of you always found a way to still hang out together. One could fill a book with all of the fun the two of you had.

“Hey!” You were suddenly brought back to the present with a sharp flick to the forehead from Smitty. “Ouch! What the hell?” You glared at your friend as he just smirked at you. “You looked like you were thinking about something pretty hard. Had your face scrunched up all weird and shit.” His face immediately contorted into something funny causing you to laugh. Times like these were the best. 

You noticed quickly the change in Smitty’s mood. As you were laughing, Smitty’s smile fell as he looked at you. His eyes roaming over your face as if he was looking at you for the last time. Concerned, you reached over and grabbed his hand gently. “Smitty? Are you okay?” The responce was a small smile before he answered with words. “No, not really.” Now you were getting scared. What was going on with him? “What’s wrong?” You could see the struggle in his eyes as he was trying to bring himself to tell you something. Finally, after a few seconds of working up the courage, his eyes met yours. “(Y/N), no one else knows yet...I...uh, I wanted to tell you first. I enlisted.”

Silence overwhelmed you. The only thing to break the silence was the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You couldn’t believe what you just heard. Your best friend was leaving you and you weren’t sure if he was going to come back or not this time.

“No! You can’t leave me!” The words escaped from your lips quicker than you could try to keep them back. You could hear the regret in his voice as he answered. “I’ve got to. I have to do my duty,” Tears began to form, but you sure as to hell were not going to let him see you cry. Not in a million years. You could feel him squeeze your hand, but you didn’t respond. “Come on, (Y/N), let’s not end today like this. I head out tomorrow and I want us to have a great time before I go.” You couldn’t hold it in any longer. Jerking up from the table, you ran out of the soda shop as the tears started to pour down your face. He was taken from you once before, the hurt and tears that came after was something you swore you would never feel again. Here it was, happening all over again except he wasn’t just being relocated to another family a couple towns over...he was being relocated to another country to fight in a war that he might not come back from. Your heart ached at the thought of it, you felt it more so than the burning sob you were holding back. Why keep crying when it wasn’t going to change anything? He was still being taken away, just in a different way this time. 

As you rounded the corner, you slowed to a walk to catch your breath and clear your head. Ahead of you, the park was coming into view. At this time of day it wasn’t that busy, just a couple mothers sitting on a bench watching their children play. How you wished you and Smitty could go back to those days. Taking a seat on one of the open benches in the shade, you began to collect yourself as everything about your friendship came to mind. You two have always been so close, you looked up to Smitty and admired him for who he grew up to be. No other man stood a chance to him, anytime men tried to court you or show interest...they were always compared to Smitty, no one had that connection with you like Smitty did. Thinking back over the years, you slowly began to realize that you couldn’t imagine a life without him if something tragic were to happen. Without him, you would be lost and that scared the hell out of you. 

“(Y/N?)” You looked up to see Smitty standing close to you, concern written on his handsome face. He looked so different to you now as that realization hit. Something that you kept lying to yourself for years. Your friend sat down next to you, closer than normal and for some comforting reason, it made you feel a little better. “I’m so sorry...I’m just doing what I think is right for my country, to keep everyone safe...” He paused for second, as if trying to find the courage of what he wanted to say next. You had a feeling of what he was going to say though. “To keep me safe...right?” His silence was the only confirmation that you needed. Looking up to meet his gaze, you could see the emotion and vulnerability in his eyes. Something that was completely out of character for him. Something that caused your heart to stir and recognize the feelings that had stayed suppressed for so long. “We are more than friends...aren’t we?” Smitty started to smile a little as he responded. “I was wondering when you were going to finally see it.” The joke was light, but still a serious statement. You returned the smile, recognizing his terrible attempt at humor. “I guess it just took you leaving me again to realize what my true feelings for you were...are.” You corrected yourself because the feelings were not gone, in fact they started to become stronger than ever. “Smitty, I really do care for you..as in more than a friend and I’m so sorry that it has taken me so long to realize that. Maybe if I had told you sooner...things would be different.” He could hear the sadness in your voice and without a shadow of a doubt that he would have never considered signing up if he had known for sure how you felt. It was too late to change things now though. “I like you too, (Y/N). For a long time too and don’t apologize for anything. Now that I know you feel the same way, you have only given me more reason to return home safe and sound...only for you” Hearing his words of reassurance only helped a little bit. “I will return to you, (Y/N)...I promise.” Staring into his gaze, you could see the truth he was telling you. Seeing that you believed what he was saying, he glanced down to your lips and smirked. “Now stop being stupid and give me my good luck kiss.”

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