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Shell Shock

Author’s Note: I DID IT I FINISHED IT!!!!! I’ve read it so many times I can’t tell if I like it anymore so I figured it was time to quit wokring on it and post it. Pairing: Eugene Sledge x reader. Word Count: 10.1k Summary: Y/N Phillips deals with scars the war left on her brother and her best friend. MASTERLIST

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       “Sidney!” I screeched over the crowd when I spotted his mop of blonde hair, “Sidney Phillips, get your scrawny ass over here!”

As soon as he spotted me, he came pushing through the crowd to get to me. I let out an excited squeal when he got close enough for me to throw my arms around his neck. He immediately hoisted me up off the ground in a bone-crushing hug.

“           God, you smell!” I winced as he pulled me in closer, “More than usual.”  

          “Hi big brother, I missed you, glad you’re okay.” He mocked in a high pitch voice as he jostled me about.

          “Just wanted to make sure you knew that nothin’ around here changed without you, that’s all.” I grinned as he set me back on the ground. I smoothed my hands over his jacket before patting him on the chest,

          “All in one piece?”

He nodded. Though I could see a bruise poking out from behind the few strands of hair that flopped in front of his face. My lips pursed as I brushed the hair away, fingertips ghosting over the bruise. He let out a hiss,

          “What happened there?”

          “I uh…” He paused, trying to disguise the grin that was tugging at the corners of his lips, “Had too much to drink on the train, fell and bashed my head.”

          “Sidney.” I scolded, shaking my head at him, “Survive the war just to crack your head open the day you get home?”

He shrugged.

          “How’s Eugene?” I asked, my gaze shifting to my feet.

Eugene, Sid, and I had all grown up together, getting into all kinds of trouble, lying about being at each other’s houses while we played in the woods together, coming home covered in mud and bruises.

          “He just left and you’re already worried ‘bout that boy?”

          “It’s Eugene. Of course I’m worried ‘bout him.”

Sid rolled his eyes at me,

          “He’s a clutz, Sid. He’s gonna… I don’t know… Fall on his own grenade or something.”

Sidney threw back his head and laughed,

          “Totally not worried ‘bout him ‘cause you’ve been chasin’ after him since you were 12.”

I scoffed, elbowing him in the stomach. He chuckled, looping his arm through mine and leading me out of the crowd.

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