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cinnamonrollsledge · 2 months

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Songs That Give Me Snafu Vibes

Track List

Broken Boy - Cage the Elephant

Blue Blood Blues - The Dead Weathers

Sweet Talk - Saint Motel

Dirty Harry - Gorillaz, Bootie Brown

Run Through the Jungle - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Hoist That Rag - Tom Waits

Mama Got the Blues - C.W. Stoneking

Broken Bones - KALEO

Beat the Devil's Tattoo - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Bringin' Home the Rain - The Builders and The Butchers

House of the Risin' Sun - Bob Dylan

Me and the Devil - Soap&Skin

Strong Enough - Sheryl Crow

Rough Around the Edges - Deer Tick

Dogwood Blossom - Fionn Regan

#my headcanon is that he's a blues fan #and will complain about popular music like bing crosby etc being overrated to anyone who'll listen #so i have lots of blues-influenced songs & a few covers of old blues songs #also the juxtaposition of the sheryl crow song lol #it's a snafu/sledgefu song i swear #also this playlist is a living breathing document #snafu shelton #merriell shelton #the pacific #hbo the pacific #hbo war #Spotify #mine #mine: fanmix

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ballad-of-birdy-lamb · 10 months

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Hello everyone I am ballad-of-birdy-lamb but you can call me Birdy! I used to be @Mystic-bumble but I accidentally deleted my account. 😭

I will write for The Hunger Games, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Band of Brothers, The Pacific, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream, Brave New World, 1984, and To Kill a Mockingbird!!!

The Hunger Games:

Katniss

Peeta

Johanna

Finnick

Annie

Cato

Clove

Thresh

Gale

Haymitch

Effie

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes:

Coriolanus

Lucy Gray

Sejanus

Billy Taupe

Mayfair

Jessup

Reaper

Dill (nothing romantic)

Coral

Mizzen (nothing romantic)

Treech

Lamina

Clemensia

Tigris

Dr. Gaul

Tanner

Brandy

Band of Brothers:

(Reminder: I am writing for the characters in the show, not of the actual people. Also, please recommend more characters if I haven't already put them here)

Eugene Roe

Ronald Speirs

Lewis Nixon

Richard Winters

Babe Heffron

Joe Liebgott

Bull Randleman

Joe Toye

Donald Malarkey

George Luz

William Guarnere

Wayne Sisk

Henry Jones

The Pacific:

(Reminder: I am writing for the characters from the show, not the real people. Also please send in other names if they aren't already on the list, I forgot some of the characters)

Eugene Sledge

Snafu Shelton

Robert Leckie

Sidney Phillips

Chuckler Juergens

Hoosier Smith

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream:

Ted

Ellen

Gorrister

Brave New World:

John Savage

Lenina Crowne

Bernard Marx

1984:

Winston Smith

Julia

To Kill a Mockingbird:

Atticus Finch

Rules for asks:

You can do:

1-4 characters

Specify gender (I will choose gender neutral if I'm not given one)

Specify if platonic or romantic

Male reader

Female reader

Gender neutral reader

POC reader

Plus sized reader

LGBT reader

Disabled reader

Platonic

Romantic

X reader

Vs. Reader

Angst

Fluff

Hurt comfort

Yandere content

Polyamory

Headcanons

Oneshots

You cannot:

Ask for NSFW

No aged-up character scenarios (usually weird)

No adult x child (reader being either)

No extreme themes (r4pe, self-harm, pedophilia, zoophilia, etc.)

Ask for over four characters

Extreme gore (unless it is referenced in the fic)

character x character

Rules for following:

You can be:

POC

Disabled

LGBT

A minor

An adult (kinda iffy)

A lady

A man

Anything inbetween

Vegan

British

Pro-palestine

French (kinda iffy)

You cannot be:

A ped0

A n4zi

Zoophile

Terf

Homophobic

Transphobic

Racist

Misogynist

RCTA (race change to another. Y’all are broke Oli London 💀)

Proshipper

Pro-Israel

antisemitic

true crime enjoyer

Zionist

Etc (will add more as time goes on)

You can ask to add characters to the list if they are not already on here!

I will be trying to get my old fanbase back, so if you see any posts that seem copied that you have seen from @mystic-bumble, please know, that was my dumbass.

Thank you so much for reading this! Please ask in my inbox! I will be posting just shortly!

Like and follow for more!!

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mads-weasley · 5 months

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i’ve seen people do this and i’m super curious to see your take on it: casting your mutuals as bob or the pacific characters? which mutuals remind you of which characters? you don’t have to do this of course but i just figured you’re so so awesome with your headcanons and takes on different characters, it would be super fun to see your takes! love your epiphany series so much!!! take your time on epiphany, i’ll simply be here rereading the chapters 😌

hi anon! i've been sent multiple asks like this and have been kind of putting it off...but here we go!

@merriell-allesandro-shelton -> Eugene Sledge - I know obviously Louise LOVES my man Snafu Shelton, I feel like her personality gives off Sledgehammer vibes. She's super nice, but can be stern and take care of business when needed. Also, she likes having a tight-knit group of mutuals (in a good way) like Gene had his group in K Company. Love you, Lou!

@blvestxr -> Alton More - I couldn't choose anyone other than Lena's man, Alton. When I think of him, I think of Lena, and that is why I totally would cast her as More! I also feel like she has the ✨pizzaz✨ that just gives off Alton "no I didn't steal Hitler's personal photo albums, sir" More <3

@hxad-ovxr-hxart -> Babe Heffron - Idk why but it was the first thing that came to my head and I'm not arguing with it.

@footprintsinthesxnd -> Pat Christenson - again, idk why...but it makes sense in my brain. Jess is an AMAZING writer and is very talented in making moodboards and other visuals. I think that is why Pat makes sense to me. He was an artist after all!

@ronsparky -> Shifty Powers - From our interactions, Jessica totally gives off Shifty vibes! Shifty is just a sweet little bean, and I totally see her as the same! I love her work and am very glad that she decided to join our growing fandom!

#HBO WAR #mutuals <3 #band of brothers #the pacific

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imaginesbymk · 3 years

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Dating Snafu Shelton Would Include...

REQUESTED BY ANONYMOUS

steamy make out sessions

he calls you baby, babydoll, toots, my girl and kid

bragging about you all the time

you don’t call him snafu, only merriell

surprisingly being totally cool when he meets your family for the first time

sneaking out at nights to see him

or sometimes he crawls through your window and makes out with you on your bed

movie dates

carrying you over his shoulder

bridal carrying you, too

holding onto him when you two watch a horror movie

chilling in a car, watching the stars across the city below

snafu spoils you - whether it’s something valuable or not, like a necklace or a trinket

always making you laugh

he owns a photograph of you

lowkey kept one of you and brought it with him to war

playful insults

pda pda pda

and sex

getting super jealous when another guy hits on you

but he laughs it off and is extremely cocky towards the guy, even making him feel smaller and smaller so he scares him off

writing to you while he’s at war

he acts really tough and cocky, but deep down he was so lonely until he met you and he’s so grateful to have you in his life

he owes you his life and unconditional love because you’ve been doing the same to him

snafu lost himself to the war, but thinking about you calms him down at night

#snafu shelton headcanon #snafu shelton x reader #snafu shelton #merriell snafu shelton #merriell shelton #the pacific headcanon #the pacific x reader #the pacific #hbo the pacific #merriell shelton x reader #merriell shelton headcanon #rami malek #reader insert #headcanon

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infinitegalahad · 4 years

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Falling For High School! Snafu Would Include...

This is going to be apart of a series. Just an idea I had roaming in my head! It’s pretty bad but I just had to get this out here. High School! Snafu is an interesting concept...✨✨

You met Snafu in your French class sophomore year

You originally knew him as Merriell since the teacher would always call him that (or call him out for not paying attention)

He’s the only junior in a class full of underformers

At first glance, you’re kinda weary of him because of all the rumors you had heard

I mean, his nickname had said it all for you

Everybody knew him as the “werid” older student

Just seemed like nothing more than a weird dude

It’s like any other day and your in French

You get assigned to work with Snafu on a project

Great, not only your with the older werido, but he also most likely won’t do the work

He moves to your desk with a cheeky smile on his face

“Y/n, innit?”

“Yeah, and you're Merriell?”

“You can call me Snafu, darlin’”

Snafu to say the least was very unpredictable

He was fluent in French and did his fair share in the project

You guys actually got an A+ on the project

It had sparked a sudden friendship between the two of you

Hanging out during your free blocks, exchanging numbers, etc

Heck, he even came over for dinner

Your mother absolutely loves him since you convince him to put on a goody two shoes act so he doesn’t give your poor mother a heart attack

He would hang out in your room as you guys made tik toks and played Among Us

But the more you guys became “friends”, the more you noticed his long stares and sleepless nights you would spend texting

It was pretty obvious that Snafu had been not so subtlety flirting with you

Burgie, a friend of Snafu and you, even notices but doesn’t say because he likes to watch all the drama unfold from a distance

He would call you cher, pat you on the head, and be way too nice to you

“Why don’t you go poking around with some girl around your age?”

“None of treat me like you do, cher.”

“Ah, the sympathy card. Try your luck next time, Shelton.”

He was a cigarette smoking Cajun while you were a goody two shows with straight a’s

Snafu could have have anybody else but yet he puts all your attention on you and only you?

So anyways, there’s this bully in your Latin class named Lukas

He’s overall an asshole who especially loved to harass you

Since Snafu became your friend and possible crush, he had been leaving you alone-ish

But the harassment still didn’t stop and the comments would get even worse

“Whats the matter? Gonna cry about it to your fuck buddy?”

“He only likes you because he feels bad for you. Look at you.”

Lukas wasn't entirely wrong since nobody ever paid attention to you except Snafu

It was a dirty confession, but you sometimes liked the attention he gave you since you had never expiernced it before

So it’s the end of class and you’re packing up all of your stuff

You stayed after to talk with the teacher so your all alone

Wanting to fill up your water bottle, you walk to the nearest water fountain and fill it

Returning to the classroom, your in absolute hororr

All of the books in your bag had been spilled all over the place and your phone screen had been smashed

The notes you had done for an important quiz had been all ripped up

Down the hallway, you can hear Lukas and his friend snickering

Not knowing what to do, you burst into tears

Snafu had forgotten one of his books and walked in on you, sobbing your eyes out

He walks over and sees the mess

In an awaked manner, he bends down and pats your back as you let it all loose

“Merde sacrée! Y/n, you good?”

You shake you head as you can barley breathe from all the tears

Snafu furrows his eyebrows as he shakes his head in disgust

“Who did ‘dis, cher?”

“L-Lukas...but please don’t interfere.”

“Only because your sayin’ it, I won’t. But let me drive you home.”

Snafu drives you home and he’s there when you explain it to your mother

She calls the school and wants it sealed with immediately

Snafu gives you a hug before going back into car

Throughout the night he’s sending you funny Tik Tok’s and memes because he’s such a himbo

So it’s the next day of school and your kinda shaky but know it’s going to be dealt with

As you grab your books for Geometry, you hear students running to the Cafeteria

Curious, you follow and are in absolute shock

Snafu was on top of a whimpering Lukas, beating the living shit out of him

“Think it’s funny to bully other’s to jazz ya cargo pants boo?”

“G-get off of me, bug eyes!”

Lukas was begging for him to stop with a bloody nose, crying

It gets split up and both of the boys are dragged away

So after you finish your classes you wait outside of the nurses office and see Snafu walk out with a bruised eye and bloody lip

He smiles at you, acting like nothing bad at happened

Walking over, you slap him really hard

“What the hell is wrong with you!”

“Whaddya mean?”

“I told you not to confront him, and yet you do!”

“He was hurting you. What the hell did you expect me do? Let him kick yah around?”

“It was none of your buisness!”

You were right up in his face, your rough breathes being the only noise

Digging throguh his pocket to find his car eyes, Snafu says “Fuck it. Let’s go.”

“What?”

“We’re outta here. Fuck this prison.”

“But I have a test in Phy-“

“Just Get in my damn car, y/n.”

There went your perfect attendance. Your mother was going to be worried sick but Snafu, despiste his insane judgement, was right

You and Snafu drive around in his Jeep in utter silence

Bringing you into a forest area, you guys stop as you overlook a cliff

Pulling out a box of cigarettes, he begins to smoke. You look over and admire the way his calloused fingers fiddle with the lighter. The way the cigar caseually hung from his lip.

Your staring was a little too obvious as Snafu looked over, offering a Cigarette

“No thanks. My mom says they kill your lungs.”

“Doesn’t you mama have a lot to say about everythin’?”

“She does. But those nicotine sticks give you cancer.”

“Are you gonna let her control you for da rest of ya life, Cher? Swear to god, you’ll be livin’ with her right by ya side. Even when ya married she’ll try to give you the birds and bees talk.”

A chuckle escapes from your lips. Snafu laughs along with you. He was right. For the few hours you were away from your overprotective, might as taste freedom. What was the harm in doing so?

“You know what? Fuck it. Hand one over, please.”

“Be careful, darlin’. Don’t get too cocky.”

Handing you a cigarette, you place it on your lips. Snafu brings a lighter close to your face. He grabs your chin gently to pull you close in order to lite the cigarette and suddenly my pants are wet

It took you by shock. His hands were dry, yet soft. As he lite your cigarette, his hand didn’t leave your chin. The two of you looked at eachother with a long gaze. There had been so much tension between you. Snafu had truly cared about you more than anybody in the world. There was something innocent about you that he simply adored.

Taking out the cigarette to blow smoke into his face, he leans in more to connect with your lips

Instead of rejecting it you happily accept the kiss. It was your first kiss and it had to be the Cajun bad boy. Not that you are complaining. His lips were like heaven. It was passionate and lasted for over a minute before you separated to breathe. Some of the saliva ran throguh from tongue. There is obvious regret on your face.

“You know why I like you, y/n?”

“Why, Snafu?”

“Because your a smart, and extremely hot person. Someone who’s decent in this fucked up place. Take that as a compliment.”

“That was a lot to take in. Thanks, I guess?”

There was a silence, before Snafu broke it

“Would you wanna do this again by the way? Y’know, except without the fight. And when your not studying.”

A smile appeared on your face as you blew out cigarette smoke, “I’m free on Saturdays.”

“Then Saturday it is, darlin’ .”

#the pacific #my writing #rami malek x reader #snafu shelton x reader #merriell shelton x reader #snafu shelton #merriell shelton #hbo war #headcanons #rami malek headcanon #rv burgin #rami malek

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eugenesmorphine · 4 years

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Masterlist

This is my masterlist! Headcanons and Imagines will be added onto here. Maybe some preferences as well. This be kept updated a lot with each updated.

Headcanons = Bold

The Pacific

Wilbur “Runner” Conley:

“Aye Gunny”

Bill “Hoosier” Smith:

Angel Of The Battlefield

Sky Full of Stars

Eugene “Sledgehammer” Sledge:

Home Is Where My Heart Is

Lew “Chuckler” Juergens:

A Night In Melbourne, What A Surprise

“I Need You”

Merriel “Snafu” Shelton:

A Mighty Pretty Sniper

My Girl

I Guess I Did

Robert “Bob” Leckie:

The Corps-Woman

A Game Of Chasing

Sidney Phillips:

Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts

Bill Leyden:

Hate To Love

John Basilone:

Billion Dollar Smile

Andrew “Ack-Ack” Haldane:

“I’m Not A Damsel In Distress”

Yours Truly

Manuel “Manny” Rodriguez:

To Be Added...

Edward “Hillbilly” Jones:

To Be Added...

Romus Burgin:

Old School Southern Love

Band of Brothers

Eugene “Doc” Roe:

Back In Louisiana

War’s Over

Distanced

Rainy Day

How He Acts When He Gets Jealous

How He Acts When He Meets The Reader’s Parents

Richard “Dick” Winters:

From Afar

Paris, The City Of Love

A Cold Forest Night

Drunk Dances

Soulmates

When You Two Fight

Lewis Nixon:

Let Her Go

Wine

Mail Call

Carwood Lipton:

The Sun Does Rise Again

George Luz:

Sweet Kisses

Silent Nights

Diamond Earrings And Sweet Words

The Reader Is An Australian Civilian

Jealous Headcanons

Fluffy Headcanons

Meeting His Family

Joe Toye:

Forgotten Feelings

A Bet

After The War

Joe Liebgott:

Bar Fight

New Beginnings

Cold Nights

Wedding Headcanons

Johnny Martin:

Soothing Nights Within The Cold

Run In The Rain

No Single Nights

Buck Compton:

My Savior

Our Little Girl

Ronald Speirs:

The Highest Honor

Oh Captain, My Captain

Breathe

Pleated Skirt And White Ribbon

It Wasn’t Your Fault

Secret Love

Eternal Gratitude

Seeking Refuge

First Sightings

Edward “Babe” Heffron

Love Struck

Replacements

Bad Days To Better Days

Just A Kid

Romantic Headcanons

Chuck Grant:

Shot

David Webster:

Sickly Love

Country Love

Floyd “Tab” Talbert:

A Local Legend

Whisper Sweet Nothings

Awkward Meetings

Special Mission

Darrel “Shifty” Powers:

How He Acts When he Is Jealous

Bill Guarnere:

He Comforts You After A Loss Of A Loved One

Denver “Bull” Randleman:

To Be Added...

Frank Perconte:

Apologies

Generation Kill

BOOK!!

Livin’ The Brotherhood

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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himbowelsh · 4 years

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GETTING TOGETHER SERIES : MODERN SLEDGEFU

these two are a fireworks show of half-understandings and missed opportunities. like, their dysfunctionalism is impressive. the amount of times either of them could have done something and didn’t --- even when they both really wanted to --- should win them both medals.

in any universe, it’s going to be miscommunication station, ft. snafu pulling away when he feels like he might lose sledge... until they hopefully get their shit together.

so here’s how it all goes down...

eugene sledge has wanted to embark on an international study program for years --- ever since his friend sid did it in high school, and called it one of the best experiences of his life. frankly, sledge wants experiences. he wants to know a life outside mobile, alabama --- one where he’s not attending a state university, still living at home and being doted on by his parents. he’s twenty years old --- a full-fledged adult! --- and it’s about time he did some living.

so he applies for his university’s transfer program, and the next semester finds himself in tokyo.

it’s actually an amazing set-up. sure, he doesn’t speak any japanese, but spent the summer studying language books, and he’s got his trusty pocket dictionary. all the guys he meets on the way over seem like decent types. leyden’s got a wild streak (eugene secretly hopes they won’t end up being roommates) and jay seems a bit homesick already, but they’re friendly. by the time they arrive in the city, sledge feels comfortable.

this... fades a bit, when he gets to the dorm and sees who he’ll actually be rooming with for the next six months.

snafu shelton is weird. there’s no other way around it. he slinks around the room like a lizard, he never listens to music with headphones in, he’s constantly watching conspiracy theory shows like ancient aliens on his laptop --- apparently just to shittalk them to sledge, who could care less --- and he leaves his underwear laying around the room. just. laying there.

he’s awful. sledge can’t stand him. he might be in love with him.

since snafu never complains about any of his weird habits, eugene’s not sure if he’s allowed to do the same. so, he grins and bears it. over time, things stop bothering him so much. he quickly adapts to the ever-changing currents of his roommate, and learns to tread water.

snafu stares at him while he changes, but that’s just snafu. sledge isn’t above throwing his dirty clothes in his face, just so snafu tumbles over with a squawk and he can get a little privacy.

they go out drinking together, they explore the city together, they save leyden when he chokes on yakitori together... granted, the exchange students all form a close-knit group (under the watchful eyes of their TAs, ack-ack and hillbilly), but sledge and snafu are especially close.

at one point, ack-ack even comments how the two are practically each others’ shadows. “i might’ve known i’d find you together. where one goes, seems like the other follows.” sledge and snafu exchange surprised looks; it’s the first time they noticed.

about 3 months into the semester, sledge has a revelation. sid always said studying abroad would help you discover things about yourself, but somehow eugene doubts, “i’ve been a passionate homosexual this whole time” is what he had in mind.

he panics. he ends up going to burgie’s room at 3am, almost tearing his hair out; burgie listens to sledge ramble for three minutes before redirecting him straight to their TAs.

ack-ack and hillbilly are... wonderful, honestly. they’re patient with sledge, talk him through his anxiety, and help him make sense of this burgeoning identity crisis. they also basically clue him into how being gay works, and take him to his first gay bar, which... helps a lot too. over the next few weeks, sledge spends a lot of time hanging out with the older students.

he can’t figure out why snafu’s so mad about it.

it gets to the point where his roommate won’t even speak to him. he slinks around sledge like a shadow, goes out with their friends without him, and avoids him as often as possible. (sledge is so concerned that he even goes to their friends for advice. jay bursts into a giggle-fit, leyden walks away, and burgie just holds up his hands, because he’s dealing with too much already.)

every time sledge tried to corner snafu, he wiggles away --- he’s almost superhumanly slippery. it gets to the point where sledge tries to just tackle him, but holding onto snafu is like pinning down a live eel. he escapes again, and sledge is left clueless.

they finally reach a breaking point during a massive thunderstorm one night. sledge wakes up to water dripping on his face, completely soaking his bed; the ceiling has sprung a leak during the night. cursing, he slips out of bed, peeling off his soaked pajamas as he goes. it’s 3am, and he’s too groggy and exhausted to deal with it. instead, he just slips into snafu’s bed. if he doesn’t like it, he can find somewhere else to sleep --- sledge needs his rest.

sledge falls asleep on the far side of the bed, intending to give snafu as much space as possible.

when he wakes up, they’re both curled against each other; snafu has an arm tucked around his shoulders, and sledge has curled into him like he’s the only warm thing in an arctic wasteland. snafu’s eyes are wide open, and he’s just... watching him. as sledge slowly flutters back to awareness, he becomes conscious of how warm his face is.

“sorry, i didn’t --- i didn’t mean to ---”

“yeah,” says snafu. “i know.”

there’s something in the way he says it that sledge doesn’t like. actually, it pierces him like a knife, and he goes tense in snafu’s arms like he’s just punched him. this close, there’s finally nowhere to hide. in a low voice, sledge demands to know exactly what the hell snafu’s problem is.

finally, he tells him. it’s obvious sledge is pulling away. snafu gets it, he doesn’t need him, if he wants to spend all his time third-wheeling with his own friends it’s fine, he doesn’t care ---

sledge cuts him off with a hand on his face, and chapped lips pressed to his own.

“a journey of self discovery”, sid said. yeah. no kidding. as if the gay thing wasn’t revelation enough, realizing he’s in love with his best friend hits like a punch to the chest... but once he knows, there’s no going back.

a part of him’s afraid that snafu will want to, that running away is a survival instinct he can’t control... but those fears all melt away when he realizes snafu is kissing him back.

(and all their friends breathe a sigh of relief, because finally --- the next logical step was going to be locking them in a closet until they worked things out.)

so he wins some friends, some mentors, some experience, a bit of self-awareness... and a boyfriend. studying abroad was a big decision, but sledge can’t think of any regrets.

#sledgefu #snafu shelton #eugene sledge #the pacific #moodboard #headcanons

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hopingfordawn · 3 years

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Sledgefu Headcanons #2

This is a Trainwreck There was nothing he had to offer, nothing at all. He realized that compared to him, he was but a cockroach on the pavement, crawling around desperate for scraps. Snafu looked at the red golden light reflecting on the ginger’s hair, a small smile on his lips while he dreamed. ‘I am not what you need’, he thought and sorrow washed down his back in an ice cold shiver. ‘You deserve so much better.’ Merriell’s mouth opened, a plea for forgiveness and longing that would never leave his lips, a silent goodbye. He turned around one step and he’d be off the train. ‘This is for the best, mon chere.’

#Sledgefu #Sledgefu Headcanons #Merriell Shelton #Snafu Shelton #Sledgehammer #Eugene Sledge

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panevanbuckley · 4 years

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#5 for Sledgefu :-))

ooh tysm for this!!! I hope you like it 💜

Eugene let out a deep breath, settling back into the soft cushions of the couch and closing his eyes. His classes seemed to drag on forever today, followed by a busy shift at the campus coffee shop – he was just glad to be back home for the night. Finally able to relax.

“You're cooking tonight.” he said, not bothering to open his eyes. Snafu shuffled next to him, elbow pressing into the cushion behind his head creating a dip as he leant closer. An affirmative hum could be heard by his ear before warm lips brushed over his temple. “I mean it. I'm not moving from this spot, Mer.”

“Got it, cher.” Snafu purred. Eugene could feel more than hear the smile on his boyfriend's mouth as he began to trail wet kisses down his jaw. With a low hum from the back of his throat, Eugene tilted his head up to allow Snafu better access to his neck. Something that Snafu took gladly, gently biting his way down his exposed throat, licking his tongue over any particularly harsh nips.

It wasn’t until he felt firm hands on his shoulders, a leg swinging over him until Snafu was straddled on his lap, that Eugene blinked his eyes open and was met by a smiling Snafu. Taking Eugene's chin in his thumb and index finger, Snafu dragged him into a slow and passionate kiss, his tongue slipping past Eugene's lips and eliciting a deep moan from him.

Hands came to steady Snafu on his lap, thumbs rubbing absent circles into the bare skin under his shirt (which used to be Eugene’s but it seemed like Snafu had claimed it as his own – like he did most things, “What’s yours is mine, cher.”).

Pulling away, Snafu dropping his forehead to Eugene’s and staring unblinkingly into his eyes with that lazy smile of his, Eugene felt a bubble of laughter in his chest. “This is the opposite of what I told you to do.”

Snafu smirked, pressing his lips to Eugene's cheek in a sloppy, exaggerative kiss. “I’ll get to it soon.”

“But I’m hungry!” Eugene whined.

“We could always order take-out?”

“I prefer your cooking.”

Snafu laughed, joyous and light. Eugene wished he would laugh more often. “What’d you do without me, huh?”

With a dramatic sigh, Eugene rolled his head back to look up at the ceiling. “Starve?”

Snafu patted his head. “Ah, well, can’t have that now can we?” Eugene shook his head. Snafu nudged his shoulder. “Let me go then.” Realising he was still gripping Snafu's hips, Eugene let go and watched as Snafu slid ungracefully off of him. “I’ll shout ya when it’s done. Get some rest.”

“But I won’t sleep tonight!” Eugene groaned, despite the idea of a nap feeling very good right about now.

Snafu shrugged, mischievous grin on his face reappearing. “Is that so bad?”

“Yes!”

“Suit yourself.” Snafu said, already turning to leave, adding an extra sway to his steps.

“You’re to worst.”

“Quit your whining.” Snafu laughed, spinning on his heel to blow him a kiss from the doorway before disappearing into the kitchen.

Eugene shook his head but smiled, stretching out across the couch and already feeling the inevitable tug of sleep at his heavy eyelids. Perhaps a quick nap would be alright. As he slowly drifted off, the faint sound of pans clattering and Snafu’s soft singing from the kitchen floated down the hallway, easing away any remaining stress from the day.

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#the pacific #sledgefu #prompts #snafu shelton #eugene sledge #forever headcanoning snafu as a great cook

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rami-hoe · 4 years

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Thigh fucking w/ Snaf

Merriell can be a little shit sometimes

Scratch that- he’s a little shit most of the time

And he loves teasing you

Watching you get hot and bothered, making you beg for him to touch you

It was his favourite activity, hands down

Today was one of those days

He’d been teasing you since he woke up

Whispering absolute filth in your ear, letting his hands roam your body whenever you were close, walking around the house shirtless with his pants hanging low on his hips

He was driving you crazy and he knew it

But you weren’t about to beg him to fuck you

Not this time

So when you found him lounging on the couch, you marched up to him and straddled his legs

Merriell just smirked up at you

“Now now, baby, ya know ya gon’ have ta ask real nicely if ya want these hands on ya.”

“Who said I need your hands?”

You punctuated the sentence by grinding down on his leg

Merriell laughed. “Ya can’t get off like that.”

You adjusted your position so your core was right on his thigh

“Wanna bet?”

Merriell leaned back, letting his arms rest of the back of the couch

“Be mah guest. Just let me know when ya give up.”

You grabbed his shoulders and started to grind, slowly, along the length of his thigh

The friction sent small shocks of pleasure through your core

Merriell’s teasing had gotten you plenty excited already

You could feel your arousal coating your panties as you moved on him

The pleasure built, but it wasn’t enough

You pushed yourself off the couch and yanked your pants down

“Frustratin’, isn’t it? When ya wanna cum but ya just can’t get there.”

“Shut up,” you said as you remounted his lap

Being one layer of fabric closer helped

You sighed in relief as his muscles pressed into your core

It felt good, but you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how much better it would feel if it were his hands, his tongue, his cock...

You closed your eyes and imagined his hands slipping between your thighs

Two fingers sliding inside of you while two more worked your clit

He was so good with his hands

The tension in your body rose as you pictured him sitting there naked, moaning while you rode his thick cock

“I know your thinkin’ bout me, baby. Ya might as well look at me too.”

You forced your eyes open and stared into Merriell’s, your jaw hanging open as you fucked his leg

You dug your nails into his shoulders as you came, biting your lip hard to stop yourself from screaming

You sat back on his lap to catch your breath

Your skin still felt like it was on fire, and you peeled off your sweat-soaked shirt to give yourself some relief

Merriell looked down at the bulge in his pants, then back up at you

“Ya gon’ help me out?”

“Only if you ask nicely”

#snafu shelton #snafu shelton x reader #rami malek #headcanons #merriell shelton #smut

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bohemian-napsodyy · 5 years

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(Snaf anon) I don’t mind! Do you think you could maybe do something where he try’s to cheer up a reader who’s just sad for no particular reason? Ya girl is really going through the motions tonight 😅

Hey nonnie! Of course, I’m sorry about the delay, I was watching/reading as many Snafu/The Pacific-related things as I could find, I hope this is ok there’s a 99.8% chance this is out of character i’m so sorry

you weren’t sure why you felt the way you did

but sometimes you just had these moments where everything seemed to slow down and feel so much heavier inside

you were sitting at the table with a book, hoping to distract your mind, while Merriell was across from you, smoking a cigarette

“darlin’ you’ve been starin’ at that same goddamn page for an hour, I swear. what’s on ya’ mind, princess?”

all you can do is shrug because you honestly don’t know

Merriell sighs as he puts out his cigarette, and you think he’s just going to give up and leave right then and there

he’s done that sometimes

he wasn’t exactly able to do the whole comfort thing, which was okay

his mind just kinda goes “oh no” when it comes to emotions

but this time was different

he walks over to you, a bit of a small smile on his face as he beckons you to stand up with him

“c’mon baby,” he’d whisper, pulling you into his arms and just holding you so close. “I hate seein’ you upset, you know that.”

all you can do is return his embrace, leaning your head on his shoulder as a few tears prick your eyes

you were hoping to not let on that you were crying, but when you accidentally let out a sniffle and apologize, Merriell immediately breaks your hug to gaze at you intently

“hey, hey. no more apologies under this roof, understand?”

he’d gently brush your tears off your cheeks, and kiss the top of your head

it left you feeling a little funny, a little lighter, but in a good way

Merriell normally never did this kind of stuff.

he wasn’t usually this…. soft. gentle.

“you’re gon’ be all right, darlin’” he’d whisper reassuringly, his eyes searching yours hoping to make sure you understood

he’d pull you in for another hug, one hand caressing your hair as he’d place soft kisses on your neck

“everythin’s gon’ be all right.”

I hope this was ok my dear anon!

#little blurbs #rami malek #rami malek imagine #rami malek oneshot #rami malek headcanon #rami malek x reader #the pacific #snafu x reader #snafu imagine #snafu shelton #merriell shelton #merriell shelton x reader #merriell shelton headcanon #snafu shelton headcanon #ask #anon #request #phew speedy character analyses really get your adrenaline going lmao

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itsme690 · 5 years

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Updated Masterlist

Fanfics I write

Contains smut *

Bad Day

Part 1 *

Part 2 *

Part 3 *

Part 4 *

Part 5 *

Part 6

Thirty, Flirty and Thriving

Part 1

FWB

Part 1

Requests (most are about Rami, a few are some of his characters. I will update again once I get more requests and have each character have a section =D )

Going to Prom

Undressing

Do You Want to Build a Snowman?

Grey Hair

Naughty Library * --Steve Dibiasi

Camping *

Threeway * --Dega & Papillon

Meeting Newborns

Reading to Newborn

Concert

Reality --Elliot & Snafu

Proposal --Elliot

We Will Rock You --Freddie

Our Little Secret --Freddie

Love of My Life --Freddie

Tease *--Finn

First Date *--Finn

Sex Tape *--Finn

Eating Out *--Finn

Dad the Homework Helper

Mirror Sex *--Snafu

The Notebook *

Safe Word *

First Date --Kenny

MET Reunion *

Wanting Kids

Best You Ever Had *--Steve

Tattooed *

Kiss the Cook

Need a Light? *

Photography 1 * 2 *

Caramel * 2 *

Shower Sex *

Frustrations *

Happy Birthday ONE * TWO *

And the Specials Today Are *

Special Tool *

Punishment *

Stargazing

Mile High Club *

Truth or Dare * --Rami, Christian, Joe

Spin the Bottle

Its Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

I Just Can’t Wait to Be King

Loud Sex

BAFTAS *

Faked *

Mechanic *--Finn

Karaoke

One Shots

Saying I Love You *

Do You Remember Your First Time? *

Movie Night *

Phone Sex *

What a Wonderful World *

Bubble Bath

Blurbs

Rami kissing

Collabs

Perfect *

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justice-for-shayla · 5 years

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The Shadow and the Soul (Part Two)

A/N: So sorry this took so long, it’s a good chapter though! There’ll have to be a part three to wrap things up though.

Warnings: Jealousy, drinking, Smut (18+ only!), minimal editing

Word Count: 7000

Tag List: @r-ahh-mi, @sherlollydramoine,

During the next three days, she saw him occasionally, though there wasn’t much time to be alone, which meant that she was on her best behavior, smiling and chatting and making nice to whoever approached her, all the while stealing quick glances at him over her shoulder.

He mostly stayed near Gene, rarely leaving his side to mingle with the other guests, hovering like a shadow in the corner of the room, and though she couldn’t always tell, she liked to imagine that his eyes were fixed on her.

Aurelie had acquired a shadow as well, not that she was pleased about it. Sidney Phillips had taken to following her around, and while she found him perfectly pleasant, he wasn’t all that interesting. It didn’t help that they knew all the same people and had been doing most of the same activities for three days, which left them with little to talk about.

The weather-- excruciatingly hot with heavy air and bright sunlight-- was not enough to sustain all that much conversation, which meant that they either fell into long silences or Sidney tried to come up with something he could possibly fetch for her.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like a glass of lemonade?”

She didn’t want one, which she’d told him moments earlier when he’d asked if she was thirsty, but she did want a moment alone. “Yes, please. Thank you Mr. Phillips.”

He nodded eagerly and left her in the garden to go find some. Aurelie felt like she could finally breathe now that he wasn’t next to her.

“Miss Aurelie.”

She turned sharply towards the voice. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t known Merriell was in the garden; usually she was keenly aware of his presence, as if she had a compass in her mind that only pointed towards him.

“Merriell,” She whispered, smiling at him. “How long have you been there?”

He was smiling slightly, looking down at her like he knew something she didn’t. “Long enough. I didn’t know I had competition.”

Glancing back at the house, Aurelie huffed a little bit. “You don’t.”

“Sledge likes him,” Merriell said, and she wondered if maybe there was a little bitterness in his voice. “Suppose he’s the sort you want your cousin marrying.” That time, she could definitely hear bitterness.

“If that’s the case, Gene knows less about his cousin than I thought.”

Slowly, Merriell leaned down and kissed her, and she shifted slightly so that her parasol would hide their activities from any curious eyes in the house.

“Does he kiss you like that?” He asked when they broke apart.

The idea that he might be jealous was a little flattering, but Aurelie wasn’t going to fan the flames. “He wouldn’t dare; it would be extremely inappropriate.”

“So what’s it when I do it?” He kissed her again and she laughed.

“Oh it’s still inappropriate, I’m just happy about it.”

He straightened up after a moment, glancing over her shoulder. “Your Beau is back.”

“He’s not my--”

Sidney stepped next to her, taking her elbow gently as he handed her a glass. “Here you are, Miss Aurelie.” He nodded once, tersely. “Shelton.”

“Phillips.”

There was an odd tension between the two that Aurelie couldn’t decipher. She might have thought it was jealousy and been worried that Sidney had seen something she didn’t want him to, but he wasn’t angry. No, it seemed almost as though he was scared of Merriell, or at least nervous around him.

“Miss Aurelie and I should be getting back inside,” Sidney said, steering her away from Merriell with a wildly untoward arm around her waist.

She glanced back at him with confusion and apology in her eyes, trying to squirm out of Sidney’s grip. “Excuse us, Mr. Shelton.”

He released her when they were a good distance away, but Sidney didn’t speak until they reached the house. “Was he… bothering you, Miss Aurelie?”

“Mr. Shelton? No, why on earth would you say so?” She pretended to be politely surprised at his words, hoping she might gain some insight into whatever had passed between the men.

He sighed, more agitated than she had ever seen him. “He’s not… I don’t think he’s quite right in the head, Miss Aurelie. You should be careful around him.”

“He’s been nothing but polite to me,” Aurelie said more stiffly than she meant to. “Gene said he was his friend.”

“They are friends, I think,” Sidney said. “Shelton saved his life or something, but there’s something odd about him. Even Gene thinks so, he’s just too nice to say anything about it. All I’m saying is that you should be careful, Miss Aurelie.”

“And I’m saying that you shouldn’t gossip, Mr. Phillips.” With that she stood and walked inside, retreating to her bedroom where Sidney wouldn’t dare follow.

Later on, a maid came to her room with a vase of flowers and a note. Seeing them, she knew instantly that they weren’t from Merriell; pink carnations were a flower for friendliness, not passion, and they were far too typical for someone like him.

When she opened the note, she noted Sidney’s signature with disinterest before reading it. “Miss Aurelie, please accept these as a token of my esteem, and allow me to express my apologies if I offended you earlier. I hope I will see you tomorrow evening at the ball in honor of my mother’s birthday. Sincerely yours, Sidney Phillips.”

So he really was courting her. Their mothers would be thrilled, but Aurelie felt nothing as she looked at the stilted, pleasant note. She wondered if he had even written it himself; it sounded far more formal than his usual relaxed speech.

She set the flowers on her dressing table and lay down on the bed, praying for some rest. When the maid came to call her for dinner, she feigned a headache and asked to be excused, escaping to the garden when she was sure everyone else was occupied.

It shouldn’t have surprised her to find him out there. He sat with his back against a tree, smoking and staring into the distance.

“You’re not at dinner,” She commented, joining him on the ground.

“Wasn’t invited,” He replied, not unpleasantly.

“Then what are you doing here?” She wondered.

He looked over at her, the barest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Looking for you.”

She felt herself blush and wished she had the ability to hide her emotions the way some of her friends could. “Really?”

He reached out with the hand that wasn’t holding the cigarette and twined his fingers with hers. “Did he say anything about me?”

Aurelie frowned. “Well, not precisely but--”

“What?”

“Merriell, it didn’t mean anything. He just said something about you being, oh it’s ridiculous, but he said you were dangerous.”

For a second, Merriell’s grip on her hand tightened, but he relaxed so quickly she thought she might have imagined it. “Do you think I am?”

She shook her head and leaned in closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “No.”

Slowly, he pressed a kiss against her hair, tucking one finger under her chin so he could lift her face up and kiss her again on the mouth. “Let’s go,” He whispered.

Still somewhat dazed from the kiss, it took Aurelie a moment to decipher his words. “What? Go where?”

He laughed. “Have you seen the city yet?”

She wanted to say yes, but she knew that the glimpses she’d caught out carriage windows on the way to parties or to call on family friends didn’t count. “Not much of it but--”

“Then let’s go. I’ll wait here while you change.”

There were many arguments she could have made, and she knew that if she resisted, he would drop the subject entirely, but she didn’t want to resist. Her life was a perfect map of things that would happen someday.

Someday, a man would propose, and she would accept to make her parents happy.

Someday, she would have children with that man.

Someday, she would die after having never really lived at all.

So she stood up and ran back into the house, clumsily changing into the only comfortable dress she had. When she had finished struggling with all those buttons and ties, she put on a bonnet and carefully scrawled a note asking not to be disturbed so that she could be rested for the Phillips’ party tomorrow. She pinned the note to her door and returned to the garden, where Merriell was still waiting for her.

“Thought you might not come back.”

She took his hand. “Let’s go.”

After climbing out of the garden, he led her down streets and allies until they’d reached a bustling street, crowded with people and food carts, everyone shouting and selling something or pushing past to get home to their family and dinner.

Aurelie felt dizzy as she was swept up into the madness, clinging to Merriell’s arm as he led her confidently through the chaos. Before moving to New Orleans, she had lived in a town that never managed to be as lively as this, and the idea that so many people existed in the world felt like a surprise she should have known all along.

“What do you think?” Merriell asked, leaning in close so she could hear him over the sounds of the city.

“They all have lives,” She said, marvelling. “Everyone here has a life and a home and a family, a story and thoughts and ideas. Every person!” She felt like a child, wanting to spin around and soak in everything.

He laughed, giving her a look like he thought maybe she was the mad one, but he didn’t comment.

She had never been in a bar before, which he found funny enough that he was still laughing as he led her through the doors. She wondered if the people around her could tell that she didn’t belong here, that she had no idea what she was doing, but they all minded their own business, laughing to each other. No one seemed to even notice her.

Merriell returned and handed her a glass of amber liquid. “I bet you’ve never had that before, either.”

Of course she hadn’t had whiskey before. “My mother says it’s the devil’s drink,” She told him, smiling a little suggestively.

“Try it,” He challenged, lifting his own glass and taking a large sip.

Not to be outdone, Aurelie downed half of hers in one sip, then had to fight with herself not to choke as it burned all the way down.

Her eyes were watering by the time she had stopped coughing enough to breathe, and Merriell was obviously trying not to laugh at her.

She was used to wine, which was slow to take effect, stealing her balance gradually until the whole world had a slight spin to it. Whiskey was like being knocked off her feet; one second she was sober and rolling her eyes at some dumb joke Merriell had told and the next she was caught in a wave as the world spun around her, but all she wanted to do was laugh.

Merriell was more at ease here, his usual hint of a smile had widened into the real thing, to stunning effect. He also reached out and held her hand on top of the table, running his thumb over her bare skin in a way that made her shiver; she had forgotten her gloves at home.

The night felt like a story someone was telling her. She drank more whiskey, and when people pushed the tables out of the way and someone pulled out a fiddle, it felt perfectly natural to grip Merriell’s hands and swing onto the floor and into a dance whose steps she’d never learned, but which she knew by heart anyway.

The motion was dizzy and breathless and clinging to his warm skin seemed to be the only thing that kept her from floating away all together. When the music swirled, crashed, and finally ended, she fell against his chest, and in a sudden, perfectly clear moment, he kissed her.

She pulled away after enjoying it for only a moment. “Mer, we can’t, all these people--”

“They don’t know us, darling,” He murmured, lifting her hand and kissing each of her fingers. “This is New Orleans, we’re not the most interesting thing they’ll see tonight.”

Aurelie shivered, his words sending a shiver that was somehow warm down her spine. Ignoring the part of her that knew it was risky, she kissed him again, very softly, before pulling away. “I have to go home.”

He nodded and wove their fingers together, leading her off the dancefloor and onto the street. They walked in silence back to the Sledge’s house, back to her world. She was still drunk, but the recklessness had seeped out of her, leaving behind sadness.

Together, they circled the garden walls until they found an easy enough place to climb over it. She struggled, even in her smaller, more practical skirt, and he had to do most of the work in pulling her up.

“I’m sorry,” She whispered, not sure if she was apologizing for her lack of athleticism or for having to leave the party.

Merriell kissed her hand again and said nothing, leaping off the wall and into the garden. She hesitated before putting a careful foot on the ivy to climb down.

Her elegant shoes had not been made for this sort of thing and immediately slipped off of the narrow purchase the ivy offered, sending her hurtling towards the ground, but Merriell caught her. It would have been terribly romantic, even to Aurelie’s hardened heart, but the impact knocked him cleanly off his feet and onto the ground, with her a mess of skirts and limbs on top of him.

When she’d caught her breath, she started to shift, hoping to regain her footing, but the world was spinning from the whiskey and the fall and she hardly managed to prop herself up on her elbows.

Elbows that were resting on Merriell’s chest.

She was hovering over him, most of her body across his, their faces only breaths apart. In that moment, the only option was to kiss him, and it was perfectly natural when he sighed into it, burying his hands in her hair and pulling several of the pins loose.

Her tongue darted out, tasting the whiskey that lingered on his lips and in his mouth. He groaned, the sound so low it rumbled against her chest.

“Aurelie,” He whispered against her lips, his hands stroking her sides. He groaned again, rather than say whatever he’d been thinking, pulling her back for another kiss.

One of them should object. She knew that. They were in her family’s garden. They were too close to the house where her family and his best friend were staying, where anyone might happen to look out a window and see them. But when he shifted underneath her, giving her the faintest hint of friction, she only wanted more.

For several breathless, aching minutes they stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, pressing lips against heated skin and always returning for another deep kiss until Merriell finally pulled away.

“You need to--”

“You’re right.” Her whisper was more because she hadn’t caught her breath than their need for secrecy.

He stood carefully and offered her his hand to get up. He looked perfect like that, a little rumbled and flushed with passion. Aurelie wanted nothing more than to pull him back down into the grass and see where they could let that passion lead them, but she knew she couldn’t.

When they reached her window, he once again had to help her climb up to her bedroom window, hauling her up once he’d gotten inside. He held her for a long moment in the darkness. She could feel his breath against her ear, and felt him tense after only a moment.

He stepped away from her, suddenly oddly stiff and too polite. “Goodnight, Miss Aurelie.”

Her name on his lips made her shiver, despite her hurt that he’d called her ‘Miss’ again, like they were mere aquaintences. “I’ll see you tomorrow, won’t I? At the Phillips’ ball? You’ll dance with me, won’t you?”

He shook his head. “Wasn’t invited. Goodnight.”

She grabbed his hand before he could leave her. “But what about-- I want to see you,” She finished lamely, unable to explain that she couldn’t bear the thought of another stuffy party without at least being able to see him across the room, or to let him hold her in the confines of an entirely appropriate waltz for a couple minutes. He wouldn’t see her in the pretty ballgown she would wear tomorrow, wouldn’t admire the way her hair seemed to glow in the candlelight.

Merriell stroked her hand with his thumb. “I’ll see you soon, Aurelie.”

“Promise me,” She pleaded.

He smiled. “I promise.” With one last kiss, he urged her onto the lattice leading up to her window and waited until she was safely in her room before he disappeared into the night.

It wasn’t until after he’d gone that she realized he had seen Sidney’s flowers in their place of honor on her table.

When she woke with an uncomfortably dry mouth and limbs that were just a bit too heavy, Aurelie tried to bring herself to regret any of her reckless actions from the night before, but she couldn’t do it. Even tired and a bit hungover, she was thrilled at her boldness.

Getting ready for a ball was an affair that took most of the day, so no one was surprised or suspicious that she asked to take her breakfast in her room. When there was a knock on the door, she opened it without hesitation, assuming it was the maid with her food.

But her cousin was standing there, holding the tray and looking a bit sheepish. “Morning, Rellie.”

“Gene,” She took a moment to recover, pulling her robe tighter around herself before she stepped aside so he could come in. “I… what are you doing here?” Family or not it was extremely unusual for a man to come to her bedroom for any reason, but especially in the morning, well before she could be expected to be presentable.

To his credit, he was obviously aware of this and mortified about it. “Well, I wanted to bring your food because I need to talk to you about something.”

He helped himself to a slice of her toast and sat down, gesturing for her to do the same.

“What is this about?” Her mind jumped to the perfect moment in the garden last night, cheeks flushing at the memory. Could he know?

“Sidney told me you were talking to Snafu.”

“Excuse me?”

“Shelton. We… back when we were fighting, we called him Snafu.” Gene rubbed the back of his neck, clearly regretting how he’d decided to have this conversation, which gave Aurelie some satisfaction.

“Why on earth would you do that?” It seemed an odd nickname under any circumstances, even the madness that the war had created.

“Because he wasn’t quite… right. In the head. Sidney said that the two of you looked… Friendly and I wanted to... ”

Aurelie pursed her lips. “I’m friendly to everyone, Gene. Mr. Shelton was only commenting on the weather. Perhaps Mr. Phillips is confused?”

It was obvious that Gene could tell she was putting on an act, but she hoped he couldn’t determine why. “Be careful around him, Rellie, he’s not…”

“What? Sane? Mr. Phillips said as much yesterday, but I’ll remind you, Eugene Sledge, that you’re the one who told me to seek him out in the first place.”

“I know, Rells, I know, but.” His hand darted up, mussing his auburn hair and leaving him looking even more boyish than usual. “But I saw him do things that…”

“What things, Eugene?” She crossed her arms over her chest, planting herself stubbornly.

He shook his head. “It’s not for a lady to hear--”

“Then you shouldn’t have brought it up. Mr. Shelton has been nothing but polite and civil to me, and I enjoy our conversations. I won’t suddenly start being rude just because you and Mr. Phillips have decided to tell stories.”

“I’m not just telling stories,” Eugene insisted, his accent thick with distress. “I’m trying to warn you. He… He used to steal from the dead, and sometimes-- Christ this’ll sound insane-- but sometimes I think he liked it. He liked killing them.”

She looked at him evenly. “They were rebels, Gene. They wanted to tear our country apart and thought owning folks was just fine. There’s nothing wrong with killing them, and honestly after everything they did, everything they took from me? I might enjoy killing them too.”

She stood, letting her dressing gown swing around her as she gestured to the door. “Good Day, Gene.”

“Rellie--”

She said nothing, only clenched her jaw and crossed the room to open the door. As Eugene passed her, he put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Rellie. I promise I’m just trying to do the right thing.”

Meeting his eyes, Aurelie tried to keep her voice steady. “Do you think he’s dangerous?” She couldn’t believe that Merriell would ever hurt her. The two of them had been alone in the city at night together; she couldn’t have been more vulnerable if she’d been trying, and he’d barely even been untoward, and even then just in ways she’d wanted.

Eugene stopped for a long moment, his forehead creased as he thought. “No, I don’t think so.”

When he left, Aurelie was forced to contemplate her relationship with Merriell in light of what Eugene had told her. As hard as she tried to picture him as the slightly mad, dangerous killer that her cousin had described, she just couldn’t do it. He was Merriell, her Merriell who found excuses to touch her, who didn’t care about the rules that so strictly governed her life, who watched her with such intensity that she swore she could feel it, who would never hurt her.

He would never hurt her.

Thinking about it like that, she was perfectly certain of it. Regardless of what he’d done during the war, he was certainly not dangerous now. The war was over, and she intended to leave whatever he’d done there in the past where it belonged.

Somehow, that made everything else that had been worrying her settle into place as well. Her future was decided in many ways, but she could still have this-- have him-- for the time being. For as long as he wanted her, they could steal time and be together. She was not yet old enough that her parents would demand that she marry, and though Sidney had implied interest, the rules of propriety would keep him from making a serious offer for several months at least. They had time, and Aurelie intended to use it.

She spent the rest of the day preparing for the ball, though her heart wasn’t in it and her mind was far away. In idle moments while in the bath or having her hair arranged, Aurelie found herself thinking about how it had felt when she’d fallen on top of him, the warm feel of his chest under her arms, the way his hands had felt steadying her waist.

She shivered a little despite the warm air, and her maid asked if she needed a wrap. Flushing slightly, Aurelie shook her head. “No, thank you.”

The final step, after she’d been pinched and pulled into a corset and all the essential undergarments, was to put on the gown. Though she had done this dozens of times and she mostly dreaded these parties, there was always a slight thrill when she felt a new gown settle around her.

This time, the quiet rustle of fabric was especially satisfying, as the war had made new gowns into a ridiculous luxury. This was the first one she’d had in years and though she might have chosen something slightly different if her mother hadn’t been hovering over her shoulder, pestering her the whole time, she still appreciated the cool green satin. Her mother had claimed it was exactly the right shade to make her yellowish hazel eyes look almost green, but Aurelie thought it clashed and made her hair look brighter.

These features weren’t proper or fashionable, which appealed to Aurelie’s rebellious nature; everyone around her could try all day and all night, but her hair and eyes and freckled skin would always be what they were. As she swept down the stairs, she saw her mother’s little smile which told her that she looked as good as she could, unfashionable coloring aside.

Gene offered his arm when she reached the bottom of the stairs and she took it, allowing him to lead her out to the carriage, and accepting his (admittedly needed) help getting inside. Her enormous skirt crowded him against the wall, though he wisely refrained from complaining as his parents joined them. Aurelie’s mother wasn’t feeling well and chose to remain at home.

Sidney was waiting at the door to his family’s ballroom. “Miss Aurelie, welcome. I’m so pleased you could make it tonight. Gene told me you weren’t feeling well last night?”

“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Phillips,” Aurelie demurred, “I’m quite well. It was only a headache.” She flushed, remembering what she’d done after making that excuse. “And thank you as well for the flowers; they were lovely.”

“Not as lovely as you, Miss Aurelie.” What might have sounded like flirting, flattering, or teasing from another man sounded scripted when Sidney said it, but Aurelie did the proper thing and laughed modestly into her fan as they walked further into the ballroom.

The conversation stalled, but thankfully the band started a new song, and Sidney had the presence of mind to bow and offer his hand. “May I?”

She nodded and took his hand, glancing behind her to see her Aunt Marie nudging her uncle and gesturing at them. The look of glee on her face was girlish and made Aurelie’s stomach twist. She really thought she was looking at a young couple, soon to be the talk of the city.

“Miss Aurelie?”

Shit. Sidney had been talking. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was… I was trying to apologize for our conversation yesterday. I don’t want you to think that I have any… I’ll will for Mr. Shelton. He’s just--”

Just hearing his name had brought a blush to Aurelie’s cheeks. As they whirled past an open widow, she caught a whiff of the night air and it immediately brought her back to that night in the garden, laying against Merriell.

She needed to get herself together. Sidney was still apologizing and she had to force herself to pay attention to him. “It’s very noble that you want to help someone who helped your cousin, and I shouldn’t have tried to interfere.”

“Thank you for apologizing, Mr. Phillips.” She paused while he navigated her through a particularly difficult turn in the dance. “But there was no need; we should put it behind us.”

He nodded. “Of course. I only hope that it hasn’t… changed your opinion of me.”

“Of course not, Mr. Phillips.” She might have said more, but he interrupted.

“Please, call me Sidney. Our families are too close to stand on formality, don’t you think?”

“Oh. Well, um, I.” Aurelie paused and swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. Using his first name would send a signal to anyone who overheard their conversations. It was an intimate thing to do, usually reserved for couples that were engaged or very close friends.

“I’m not sure that would be appropriate, Mr. Phillips,” Aurelie said slowly. “I wouldn’t want to start talk.”

She had convinced herself that she and Merriell had time, but this was evidence that she was wrong, that things with Sidney were moving faster than she planned.

To his credit, he took her response well. “Of course, I didn’t mean to suggest--”

The music, and the dance, stopped, releasing them before he finished his sentence. He bowed and stepped away from her while she dropped into a curtsey.

The rest of the night was similar. Aurelie was shuffled from the arms of one dance partner to another as they each asked the same questions and had the same conversations. The only memorable event was one particularly terrible dance with a rebel whose stare gave her chills. Gene had to rescue her from him, which very nearly caused a scene.

When she finally returned home, Aurelie retreated to her room with barely a word to her relatives, feeling utterly drained and yet somehow not tired. Her room was dark and empty when she got there. The prospect of getting undressed on her own made her want to cry, but she hated to wake the maid so late, so she resolved to struggle with all those layers, buttons, and ties.

She lit a candle and started to tug at the back of her dress.

“Do you need help?”

Aurelie felt her heart leap and while her mind was still panicking, her body snapped into action, reaching for the letter opener on her desk.

He grabbed her, holding her against his chest and putting a hand over her mouth.

“Don’t scream, Darling, it’s me. It’s just me.”

She sagged in relief for a moment, then rounded on him. “Shit, Mer! You scared me! I thought--” Her mind flashed to the steely eyes of the rebel at the party. She had thought he was someone dangerous.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, stroking her hair while her heart started to slow down.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed, feeling like she might cry as the panic started to subside. “I could have hurt you! During the war I carried a knife, you might have--”

“You keep a knife in this thing?” Merriell said, gesturing to her dress.

She chewed her lip. “No. Mama won’t let me anymore. She says I’m safe now that the war is over.”

Merriell didn’t respond to that, instead, he leaned in and kissed her, soothing away the last of her fear. “You said you wanted to see me. Yesterday.”

“I did. I do.”

He rested his forehead against hers, holding onto her waist, his hands burning through the cool satin. “I kept thinking of you at that party. With him. His hands on you, him holding you.” His eyes darted to Sidney’s flowers, still sitting on your table. “Did you dance with him?”

“Yes.” She didn’t want to encourage his foolish jealousy, however flattering it was, but she wouldn’t lie to him. “I thought about you.”

“I thought about you,” He echoed, holding her close. Carefully, he put one rough hand on her jaw, tilting her head up so he could kiss her. Very slowly, he reached up and started letting her hair out of its careful style, pulling each pin out and setting them on the desk.

When all of her hair was hanging in wild red tangles around her face, he pulled her in for another kiss. This time he buried both of his hands in her hair, kissing her passionately. “Beautiful,” He murmured into her lips.

She kissed him back, pouring everything she had into it, pressing as close to him as her full skirt would allow.

Merriell pulled away, leaving his hands on her hips as though he couldn’t be any further from her. “I only came here to see you. I’ll leave if you want me to.”

But Aurelie met his eyes boldly, unable to hold in a smile. “I thought you were going to help me out of my dress?”

He groaned very low in his throat and for a moment she thought he would resist, would cite Gene or Sidney or her status or any of the dozens of reasons that the two of them should not be meeting in the dead of night, in her bedroom.

But he didn’t. He kept his voice low, almost a growl as he leaned in so he was speaking directly into her ear. “Turn around.”

She did as he instructed, turning slowly until her back was to him. Her heart was pounding and she wondered if he could hear it in the silence of the room. His hands started at her shoulders, trailing over the daringly bare skin, tracing the lines of her bodice. Carefully, he starts to unlace it, tugging at strings and ties until he had removed her bodice and she was able to step out of the skirt.

Then he set to work on the next four layers of petticoat and crinoline, patiently removing them while occasionally dropping kisses on her shoulders, or pushing her hair over her shoulder so that he could kiss the back of her neck.

Finally, he was at the last two layers. She wondered if he was aching as much as she was, if his face was burning like hers, if he was shivering with anticipation despite his steady hands. They very slowly, very carefully unlaced her corset and let it drop.

Aurelie took a deep breath-- her first of the night-- feeling the rush of oxygen go straight to her head and make her just slightly dizzy. She was breathless again a moment later when Merriell pulled her against his chest.

He was warm against her bare skin, even through his clothes and she swallowed hard, trying to control her reactions as he ran his hands up her sides, slowly skimming over her breasts.

“Tell me you want me to leave,” He whispered into her ear.

She shivered, pressing back against him. “Don’t. Please don’t.”

He bent over her, kissing her shoulder and taking a slow breath as if he were savoring the scent of her. “Aurelie, I don’t… I’m not your husband. You--” He hesitated, and the full meaning of what he was trying to say, trying to do, hit her.

“Merriell.” She turned and reached up to run her fingers through his thick hair. “Are you trying to protect my virtue?” He nodded. “There’s nothing to protect, Mer.”

A flush crawled up her neck and into her cheeks as she watched him process her words. Unable to bear the silence, she explained, stumbling over her words. “I-- This wouldn’t be my first time, Mer. There was a boy, during the war. He and I had known each other for a long time. He was leaving the next day and… I’m sorry. You aren’t my first.”

Merriell laughed and pressed his lips against hers. “You’re not my first either.”

“Oh.”

It was finally his turn to look embarrassed. “The were… ladies at the camps sometimes--”

Aurelie laughed a little at his attempt at delicacy. She was well familiar with stories of General Hooker’s ladies, who made a living following the army. He stopped trying to explain when she kissed him again, only leaning back so she could ask, “Do you still want to leave?”

“I never wanted to leave, just thought you deserved better.”

“I want you.” Whatever his idea of better was, she didn’t share it. All she wanted was him.

With that, he gripped her hips and pulled her flush against him, kissing her hard and slipping his tongue between her lips when she gasped. She rocked her hips against him on instinct and felt a groan rumble through his chest.

“Aurelie,” He whispered against her jaw as his lips travelled down towards her throat.

She was writhing in his arms seeking more sensation, more heat while his hands kept her as close to him as he could. Fumbling slightly, distracted by his lips, she tried to get his shirt off.

Finally, he couldn’t reach anything else while still standing, and he dropped to his knees in front of her. “Was he good?” He asked, looking up at her while his thumbs traced small circles on her hips.

“What?” Her voice was breathless and thin.

“That boy, your first. Was he good? Did he treat you well?”

Aurelie swallowed hard, trying to collect her thoughts. It had been ages since she’d thought about Daniel. “He was careful not to hurt me,” She said.

Merriell frowned, shaking his head. “It’s not supposed to just not hurt. It’s supposed to feel good.” Leaning forward, he kissed her stomach.

She looked down at him, his shirt half off, his hair a mess, his face so close to her skin she could feel his breath. Heat pooled in her center and pulsed at her core. “Show me.”

Smiling, he ducked his head between her thighs, kissing her there and running his tongue along her core. Aurelie gasped, falling forward slightly so that she had to grip his shoulders to balance. He went slow, tasting every part of her, only stopping to focus on the sensitive bud at the top of her slit that made her feel like she was melting into the floor.

It only took a few moments for her to be gasping and whimpering with his touch and his tongue. It was unlike any experience she’d ever had, new and strange and perfect as the heat curled in her chest, twisting together so tight she thought she might burst.

“Please, Mer, please,” She begged, not even sure what she was asking for.

Whatever it was, he seemed to know, and he circled the bud with his tongue while slowly sliding two fingers into her. “That’s it,” He whispered, sitting back so he could watch her. “That’s it, darling, let go.”

She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to let go of, but when he returned his mouth to her, she felt that amazing tension snap and release. The wave was so powerful it nearly knocked her off her feet as he knees gave out while he kept licking her.

When the wave had subsided, she was practically collapsed on top of him, a turn of events he didn’t seem to mind as he stroked her hair. She pulled at his shirt, still clumsy but finally able to get rid of the damn thing.

She moved on to his pants, undoing the button to start working them off. He stopped her hands. “We don’t have to.”

“Mer, how many times do I have to tell you I want this?” She kissed him again. “I want you. Are you going to make me beg?”

He shook his head. “No, though that might sound nice.” He helped her get his pants off and then lifted her bridal style to carry her to the bed.

Carefully, he set her down on the bed and climbed in after her. Sensing that he was about to hesitate again, Aurelie pulled him close and kissed him. “Please,” She whispered.

He groaned, pressing his forehead against hers. “I’d give you anything.”

Rolling so that he hovered over her, he leaned in close, kissing her softly as he lined up with her entrance and slowly sank into her.

Aurelie let out a gasp and a soft moan, digging her nails into his back as her hips jerked towards him. She saw his face crease together at the sensation, watched each expression flit across his face as he pulled out and sank back in.

“So beautiful,” He sighed, thrusting in again. “So perfect.”

She jerked her hips up again, rolling them experimentally to see how he reacted. The roll felt good so she did it again, grinding against his hips and pulling him even deeper inside her.

“Oh, fuck,” She muttered, rocking again and urging him to give her more.

He smiled against her lips. “Don’t think that’s a word a lady should use.”

Planting one hand on his ass, she pulled him sharply into her while she kept her eyes locked on his. “If you want me to be ladylike, we’ll have to stop doing this.”

“Please,” He said, almost broken. “Don’t. I don’t want to stop.”

“I want more,” She told him, and he happily gave it to her, thrusting into her harder and she felt the heat coil again in her stomach. It didn’t take long for it to snap again and she let the waves of pleasure roll over her while she moaned his name.

He went faster, harder, kissing her hard enough to sting until he finally pulled out and spilled on her stomach. His breathing was labored as he dropped next to her, pulling her into a sloppy kiss. “So beautiful,” He murmured.

After a slow, lazy moment of catching their breath, he stood and grabbed a rag from her table, bringing it back so he could clean her up. “Thank you,” She said, stretching lazily and rolling over.

Merriell got back into bed with her after discarding the rag. He pulled her body against his, kissing her. “I was going to leave, you know,” He said.

Aurelie was already falling asleep but she was awake enough to ask, “What?”

“That night, at the party. I was thinking about leaving. Sledge had done his best, but this place isn’t for me. These people… I’m not one of them, Aurelie. He wanted me to stay because everyone else wanted him to be the same as he used to be.”

“I don’t,” Aurelie said, rousing slightly. “I know the war changed him--”

He kissed her. “I know. I’m not who I used to be either. Thought maybe the new me might be able to live like that, but… I couldn’t. I was going to walk away, just vanish into the night without saying goodbye, but then I saw you.”

She felt herself blush.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“No.”

“Neither do I. But I wanted to know you from the moment I looked at you, Aurelie.” He kissed her again, gathering her into his arms. “I’ll be here for as long as you want me.”

#snafu shelton #Snafu Shelton x Reader #Snafu Shelton x OC #Snafu Shelton Imagine #Snafu Shelton Headcanon #merriell snafu shelton #Historical AU

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borhap-au · 5 years

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Joe Mazzello: the fluffy chronicles

Meeting Joe.

(if you don’t know the blind dinosaur joke, go find out about it)

you and Rami has been friends for years

your birthday’s really soon and he decides to take you somewhere

but first you have to visit him on set

he’s making “The Pacific”

so there’s the lunch break and you sit in the cafeteria

you sit opposite him at the table

you just chat and laugh

and then Rami just asks whether you’ve seen Jurassic Park

and you’re like “duuuh, it’s a classic!”

“remember that little ginger boy from the first and second part?”

“I think his name was Tim? Yeah, sure”

Rami’s like “see that guy over there?”

and he makes you look over his shoulder

you nod when you see the guy by the window

“that’s the boy. It’s him”

you almost screamed

“Bullshit!”

you and Rami stare at him for a while

Rami couldn’t take his eyes off Joe anyway

I’m joking

but also I’m not, just look at their scenes from the Pacific

the ginger guy looks through the window

and then he turns his head

and looks straight at you

you and Rami turn your heads back immidiately

starts to talk about something passionately

pretending you did not just stare at him

you take your bag and pretend to search for something very important

no looking up

and you ask Rami “do you think he saw us?”

not realising what you just said

you only hear a weird sound from Rami

like he’s trying to laugh, but he covers his mouth

and you hear an unknown voice coming from right next to your table

“no, he was blind”

and you look up

and there he is

Joe fucking Mazzello

your face turns red immidiately

you’re doing a little face palm, but Joe just laughs

he isn’t offended at all

he asks if he could join you and you and Rami say yes

“I’m Joe btw”

you both smile

“and this, kids, is how I met your father”

#Joe Mazzello #blind dinosaur joke #don't mind me I think it's cute af #Tim Murphy #au #headcanons #The Pacific #Eugene Sledgehammer Sledge #Merriell Snafu Shelton #fanfiction #Jurassic Park #since Joe mentioned Jurassic #I had to #he talked about it at the SAG Awards #the fluffy chronicles #Rami Malek #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello fanfiction

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now im Shy bc my ideas are dumb shfksh but ok i feel like tyrell would love and hate snafu at the same time because he's like the prettiest boy ever but also hes annoying af and im sure teasing tyrell would become snafu's favourite activity from the moment they met