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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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❝ WHAT DO WE DO NOW? ❞

The Pacific One Shot

PAIRING — SNAFU SHELTON x NURSE!FEM!READER.

SYNOPSIS / The war's over, and Snafu is taking the edge off with Eugene and Burgin on the high rocks. It doesn't last very long when he notices that you’re having a victory party of your own . . .

TAGS: mentions of war, mentions of bullying, drinking, smoking, swearing + snafu being snafu

PROMPTS: ❝ can I kiss you? ❞ / ❝ will you stay with me? ❞

WORD COUNT: 1,991

A/N: this story is a bit different than the usual marine x nurse!reader trope. usually the nurse!reader is deemed perfect or is a childhood crush from the town they’re from who reunites with their lover after the war, but i wanted to make them like the outcast who finds some sort of comfort in the bad boy vibe from snafu who holds a soft spot for her in the end. this gift is for @latibvles from your secret santa <3 i’m late but merry xmas!!!! and thank u for allowing me to participate in secret santa @hbowardaily —enjoy :))

THE DAY the Japanese surrendered, you had just finished patching up a Marine who suffered several cuts to his lower calf. For years you adjusted to the blood-curdling screams and moans from Marine after Marine, tending to them as they begged you a bunch of nonsense — that nonsense would have worsened their wounds and injuries. But that was your job in the Pacific theatre.

The screams and cries were now chants and balls of laughter, something you haven’t heard in a very long time. Maybe you have heard them here and there from the tents and hospitals— small talks whenever you passed by the cots, they were short-lived. Either they died the next day or their souls died acknowledging this war that felt like an eternity, the laughing would just be dead silence.

It was nice to hear a bunch of men and young boys have a victory party out at base camp.

Although, you left them be. You didn't like the idea of intruding, and drunk men gawking at you. You stayed back to clean up. A couple of nurses were enjoying their own victory parties, clinking glass bottles of coke and wine. You were clinking bottles of medicine back into the shelves.

Outside, Snafu, Burgin and Eugene isolated themselves from the Marines. Watching them party from below was a view, but looking up at the night sky was a movie.

"You see that? Line of stars angling up?" Snafu points up at the dark sky.

"Yep," Burgin answers with an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

"That's Snafu's peckuh." He listened to the conversation with Eugene and Lieutenant Mac.

One question stuck with him that Mac asked out theoretically. "What do we do now?" Snafu scoffs. "What an idiot."

He was in a small daze. Burgin hands the bottle of alcohol to Snafu.

What could he do? Clean up the mess on the islands, organize everything and take roll call, finish all his duties, clean himself up with a fresh uniform and a plane and train back to Louisiana. There was just one thing he gotta do first once he took his first sip of alcohol.

"I gotta take a piss." He climbs down the rocks, reminding him that he didn't need to keep his head down and adjust his helmet like from the times he instinctively ducks down to avoid being seen by the Japanese. He lands on the gravel and walks over to the side.

Meanwhile, he wished there were women joining in on the fun. But like Eugene would eventually tell his brother back in Mobile, they were off limits. But it’s not like Snafu is obedient every now and then.

And with that, he watched you from afar. While everyone else was doing God knows what, he wondered where the rest of the infirmary staff were while you were left to handle the manual labor all by yourself. Maybe he didn’t need to pee off in the corner after all. And so he followed you as you went back inside your tent.

He just watched you at the foot of it, the small breeze from the night moving the curtain a bit so he could see a better view of your uniform. And of course, he was staring at certain places.

You were beautiful, he thought. But he could say that about every other nurse here.

His look-see didn’t last very long. You turned around when you felt another presence just as you were carrying the twentieth box of inventory into one of the crates.

“JESUS!” You screamed, dropping the box of medical supplies and crashing on the ground.

“Terribly sorry for startling you,” but the young man’s grin never faded. He allowed himself in the tent.

“That’s close enough, Marine.” You made him halt in his tracks. For one thing, he could be drunk out of his mind, looking to sink his claws into someone for pleasure. What was separating him from your safety was the spill that he could foolishly slip and injure him in. And that would be another job to do. Speaking of, you looked down at the shattered glass pieces and substances scattered on the ground. At least it wasn’t too toxic for exposure. “Great.”

“Like I said, I apologize for the disturbance,” the man said.

“Disturbance is an understatement. You can say you scared the shit out of me.” You bent down and carefully gathered the glass shards, ironically touching them with your bare hands when you know you should be getting a broom and dustpan for that... and perhaps some safety gloves and a separate bin to dispose glass.

Snafu raised his brows. “I wouldn’t touch that, ma’am. I’d get a—”

“Yeah, I know.” You stopped doing what you were doing.

The smell of rubbing alcohol nearly filled the air, and there was an unopened pack of sulfur powder. The last time he saw someone use sulfer powder on an infected wound was the First Lieutenant. “That’s the thing, ma’am. I see you packed up all the cleaning supplies. Digging through the dozens of them would be beating the dead horse.”

“I can’t just leave spilt rubbing alcohol on the ground. It’s a safety hazard. I can’t get in trouble again.”

Again? Oh yeah. Snafu watched you kneel on the ground, carelessly getting your sheer tights stained with dirt. He found himself studying you again. In ways he was checking you out previously, but also recognizing the same features he saw when he visited the infirmary tents to see if there were any bandaids left for Burgin’s cuts on his fingers. That day, you were scolded by another nurse for something and the rest of them stared at you like a bug that needed to be squashed. Not only were the nurses staring at you, but so were the Marines who were being treated. Snafu was present to see all of that while he was patiently waiting at the curtains. It intrigued him. Normally he would chuckle to himself over how clumsy someone can be, but a part of him felt that pity. If this was him back in Louisiana, he’d be feeling just as small.

When you made eye contact with him, you said nothing— he was just every other Marine seeking assistance, so you handed over a pack of bandaids. You kept your head down, refusing to let him notice that you were on the verge of tears. He thought nothing of it, and moved along.

“Hang on, doll. I’ve seen you before,” he nods down at you. “You’re like the doormat.”

You scoff at that. “Not an understatement.” And he wasn’t wrong, either. You weren’t exactly the unlikeable one in the bunch, but these nurses weren’t planning on sticking around to become best friends with you for life during and after the war. Meanwhile, the majority of the men looked at you differently, either like eye-candy or a nurse who needed more training. You couldn’t hold small talk with anyone you worked with. Not a single nurse gave off a friendly vibe, and it reminded you of those snobby kids in high school. It shouldn’t affect you when you had a serious job and the cause was likely due to the physical and mental exhaustion from the war, but still... it stung.

Snafu grins, the alcohol wasn’t even speaking for him. He only took one sip out of the bottle Mac gave them, anyway. He was just like that. “Can I kiss you?”

“Absolutely not.” Your face beamed red.

“Why? You kissed that Marine from Love Company.”

“You’re very likely mistaking me for another nurse, then. I don’t kiss Marines. I nurse them back to health when they get shrapnel in their eyes.”

“Then how about I find you back home and then I can kiss you?”

“No. God," you huff. "You'd do anything to win a girl's heart. You just suck at it. You're the type to run through Makin Island to get to the likes of blondes."

“Not exactly,” he corrects you. “And war’s over, ma’am.”

“I can’t believe you just asked me that out of the blue,” you shook your head in disbelief. But were you even surprised? “You don’t even know my name.”

“I’m Merriell Shelton,” he extends a hand.

You knew how you wanted a formal introduction to go between you and a man. You expect the man to be polite, and it all started by shaking his hand. But this was Merriell, as you come to learn his name— in which you assume he is given a different nickname by the Marines fighting out there. You heard that the Marines nicknamed First Lieutenant Eddie Jones ‘Hillbilly’, and then-Captain Andrew Haldane ‘Ack-Ack’. For Merriell, it could be something you imagine to be vulgar.

You stare down at his hand, not reaching yours out to shake it. “Well, Merriell Shelton. I will not kiss you. You should go.”

"So what did you do before all this, Miss?" Snafu dodges your order.

You roll your eyes and stared at the tiny bottles of ibuprofen tossed in the box, wishing you were back home, doing what you did before all of this. "Just like any other young adult. Helped around the house, tried to get pass through potential colleges. Never thought I'd end up on the other side of the world."

"You're telling me." Snafu nearly spat on the ground. If he had done it, you'd be clearly annoyed and disgusted. You knew these men had gone through so much that even their manners and behaviour were picked up by the conditions on the islands. Even if he had spat, war or no war, you would choose to not say anything.

You and Snafu could hear the loud shouts and laughter outside acquainted with music. Eugene and Burgin must be wondering where Merriell—Snafu– wandered off to now after urinating on the ground somewhere.

“So... what do we now?” He asks, repeating Mac’s words.

No one was an idiot in this moment for even asking that. What could the two of you do right now?

“Well, Merriell Shelton, because you just gave me another job, what I am gonna do is sit here and wait for a nurse to come stumbling in to help me clean up.”

“There’s no way they would come and help you. For one thing, they would be too drunk to even carry a broom. They would make you do it yourself. If anything, I can help.”

“After scaring me like that and asking for a kiss? You should be on your way drinking with your friends out there, no?”

“I find this encounter much more entertaining.”

“Why? There are nurses out there to drink and laugh with.”

“I remember faces, ma’am. Some of them weren’t that friendly to you that one time.”

“How do you know that?”

He shrugs. “I remember faces.”

You got up and sat on one of the chairs. “Well, I’m done working for them and with them. Therefore, I’m not unloading the cargo for a dustpan and broom.”

“Then I suggest you leave the mess here for them to clean up, and make sure there’s no wet floor sign so they can slip on their mistake. Make it seem they were too stupid to realize they dropped a few things in here. They dun’ need to know the truth.” You look up at him. He was smirking.

“They’ll say something. Will you stay with me?” you ask. “Just don’t try and kiss me. I will hit you so hard in the face, Marine.”

Snafu smiles. “You don’t have to stay in here and wait for it all to unfold.” He extends his hand out once more. “We’re staying by the rocks away from everyone else. I’ll introduce you to Sledgehammer. Maybe I’ll finally get you to tell me your name, by then.”

You smiled back and took his hand. Perhaps one friend is better than many.

END.

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lovewriting-5 · 2 years

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A group of nurses and I were on two small planes with medical gear and supplies for the U.S. Marines stationed in Okinawa. When we got off the planes, the men were happy to see something other than their fellow Marines.

The men catcalled and gawked at us as we walked to our nurses station. Men in uniform were always a turn on. I wasn’t going to lie a lot of them looked really good. Some of the nurses liked the attention while others kept their cool. I wasn’t sure how to take it. Friends warned me to be careful before jumping on the opportunity to help. We got to our tent where we began setting up. I help set up check in tables while others set up check up stations with white curtains.

We were able to get through a quarter of the Marines when we were able to take a break. Some of the nurses went down to the beach while me and nurse Anne picked up some food from the mess tent and found a makeshift bench. We were sitting there talking when she stopped mid-sentence and watched behind me. I ask her “What are you looking at?” She tells me “Coming this way are two handsome Marines.” I spin my head to see what she was talking about. Walking our way was a Marine with brown hair, wearing a light brown shirt and Navy green pants. He was handsome but right behind him was a dark, curly haired Marine who wasn’t wearing a shirt. The second guy, I could see was a little muscular with his dog tags knocking against his bare stomach. As they walk past us, we make eye contact. My breath hitches as he winks. I look away quickly hiding my smile. Once they are out of sight, nurse Anne notices. She asks me “Were you just checking out that Marine?” I tell her in hopes that she buys it, “What? I was not checking out any Marine. Plus, this is our first day here...there are a lot of good looking guys.” She says “But none like that one.” I smirk. She adds “I could tell by the look he gave you that he likes what he sees.” I tell her “We should probably be getting back. Plus...I could bandage the scratches on his ribs.” She says “I knew you were checking him out.” We both laugh as I gave her a light push back to the station.

When all the nurses got back from their breaks, we had to finish up the day of check ups. While we were making sure we had our supplies for the next group, the nurses were talking about the men that came up to them. That’s when Nurse Anne says “(Y/N) might have found herself a Marine to have some fun with.” The other nurses gasped with excitement, they knew I wasn’t here for that reason. One nurse asked “What was his name?” I tell her “He didn’t tell me his name.” She asked “What do you mean he didn’t tell you his name?” I tell her “All he did was walk by.” Anne says “And she was liking what she saw.” I tell them “Okay...maybe a little bit.” The two of them giggled. The nurse turns to Anne, says “We’ll get the name for her. If he shows up let me know.” Anne tells her “She’ll get it before we do.” I roll my eyes with a smile. I walk back to the table where I check them in and send them off to a nurse.

As the men were going through the line, they would say “Why don’t you and I find some place private.” I said “Tempting but no.” When they go behind the curtain, a couple times I heard “Hello gorgeous, I’m ready for my full body check.” A few nurses flirted back. A dark, curly haired Marine appeared in line and in a Louisiana accent, asks “Hey, aren’t you the pretty nurse I saw earlier?” I look up from my list and saw that it was him. I tell him “Maybe. There are a lot of nurses around here.” He says “No, I’m sure I would remember you. How about you and me go back to my tent and you can give me a private check up?” The two nurses next to me, giggle.

“Your name?” I ask. He tells me “Corporal Merriell Shelton, but you can just call me Snafu.” I check him in and say “Corporal Shelton, you’ll go with nurse Beth.” He leans in close and says “Alright but I’ll be thinking of you the entire time.” I stifle a smile. He goes with Beth. I hear “Well...aren’t you the most beautiful nurse I have seen.” I huff.

The nurses were done for the day. We had the rest of the time to ourselves. Some of the nurses went to go find Marines to flirt with. Nurse Beth and I head down to the beach. We sat down in the sand, removed our shoes along with hats. As we look out to the ocean, she tells me “That Corporal had a lot to say about you.” I look down at the sand, begin drawing little circles and ask her “Which one was that?” She looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

Beth looks over my shoulder to behind me and says “You know exactly who I’m talking about. He is coming this way.” I look behind to see and I feel myself go a little red. Walking in the sand toward us was Snafu along with a light red haired, Marine. Loudly, Snafu says “Well, look here Sledge, we got two beautiful women waiting on the beach for us.” I ask “Oh, are you talking about us or two other women?” The red haired man, says “Come on, Snafu, they’re not interested.” Snafu tells him, “They are Seldge. They just don’t know it yet.” I say “You know I was just telling Beth here, that we were looking for two Marines to sweep us off our feet.” A small smile spread across Snafu’s face.

Beth asks “I was just about to go for a swim then get a drink. Sledge, was it? Would you care to join me?” I say “That sounds like a good idea. I’ll join you.” Beth says “No, you should stay here. Sledge?” Snafu nudges his ribs. He says as he rubs his ribs, “Uhhhh...yeah, I’ll join you.” Beth says “Great, let’s go.” They walk off toward the water. Snafu sits down next to me and says “Feisty, I like that in a woman.” I say “Really? I thought you went for looks.” He takes off his boots and begins making small talk. I said as minimal as I could. Out of curiosity, I asked “Why do they call you ‘Snafu’?” He tells me “There is no reason. One day the nickname just stuck and now it follows.”

We got up and walked down to the water. He told me about his family in Louisiana and I told him about mine. The two of us began flirting with each other more than earlier. We spent hours talking and hanging out. It’s hard to say but I’m think I was falling for his Southern charm. I ask him “Do you really think Beth is the most beautiful nurse you have ever seen?” He smirks. He says “I only did, cause you turned me down.” I ask him “Are you talking about your offer?” Snafu nods. I tell him “I didn’t exactly deny you, Snafu. I was on duty.” He perks up and asks “So, this means?” I tell him “It’s getting kind of late. I should probably be getting back to my tent.” He says “With the enemy out there...it can be pretty dangerous.”

I look out to the horizon. I say “Claire is staying with Anne tonight in her tent which means I’ll have the tent all to myself. So...if your offer still stands?” His face lights up. We pick up our shoes and my hat then make our way to my tent. We get to my tent and he says “I remember saying my tent.” I ask him “Do you want the private check up or not?” Snafu doesn’t say anything, he just follows me into the tent.

The door closes. He steps to me, places hands on my waist and kisses me. After 15 minutes, I begin breathlessly “So...about...this...check up....” I take one of his hands and lead him to the cot. I place a hand just below his ear then lean in and kiss him. He places a hand on my waist again and lowers me to the cot. With his help, I move to my side as he lays down next to me. While barely breaking the kiss, we spend the night together until the break of light.

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mads-nixon · 4 months

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See the Good

Eugene Sledge x Medic!Reader

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A/N: Merry Christmas @iceman-kazansky!! I literally squealed when I saw I got you as my giftee! I loved your prompts, and I hope you like what I did with them!! I'm going to post one gift per day so that they'll be a little spaced out! hbo owns the rights, and this is about the fictional portrayal of k company on the show. nothing but love and respect for veterans on this blog!

Prompt: “You always see the good in people. Even me.”

Word Count: 5.7k

Summary: When Gene can only see himself as the terrible things he's done in the war, (y/n) is right there to remind him who he really is.

Warnings: descriptions of dead bodies (non-graphic)

OKINAWA, JAPAN: MAY, 1945:

The ground beneath their boots trembled, and the deafening whistles of mortars filled the air as (y/n) and the rest of K Company ran for cover. They sunk into the muddy sludge below them, turning each step into a battle against the sucking earth. Gripping her corpsman pack with white knuckles, (y/n) followed Gene, not daring to stop in the barrage.

“They have us targeted!” Burgie yelled, hurdling over a giant boulder in his path. “Get to cover!”

Just as (y/n) ran past the remnants of a demolished shed, a sudden blast threw her violently to the ground, sending a cascade of mud in all directions. Her ears rang with disorientation as she blinked slowly, struggling to regain her senses. The ringing faded into a muffled whine and a face appeared in (y/n)‘s vision. Although the figure’s face was blurred, she knew it was Eugene. His mouth moved rapidly, but she couldn’t understand a word he said. Realizing this, he quickly grasped the front of her uniform and hoisted her to her feet, throwing an arm around her waist to keep her upright as they bolted for cover.

Reaching the rocks, (y/n)‘s hearing slowly faded back, and the sounds of booming artillery reached her ears.

Sledge pulled on her arm, helping her over the rugged terrain. “Come on. We’re almost there!”

Finally reaching the safety of cover, the company continued farther into the rocks to escape the barrage. Snafu was in front of them and on the verge of a panicked breakdown.

“This is bullshit!” he cried, plopping down on a rock. “If I ever find the FO that called that arty, I’ll shoot him!”

Gene maintained his hold on (y/n) as he led them toward a big rock, his frustration evident. “They’ll just do it again,” he huffed, gritting his teeth. “All because some asshole officer read a map wrong and nobody gives a shit about us!”

After he sat (y/n) on the boulder beside Snafu, Eugene took a deep breath and sank beside her. He turned to the dazed woman beside him, her once white corpsman armband a brown and muddy mess. “You alright?” he asked her, knowing even he himself wasn’t alright after what happened before the shelling.

The woman and her baby…

(Y/n) nodded slowly, her eyes rising from the ground to meet his. ”Yeah. Just got my bell rung. I’ll be fine.”

“You sure?” Sledge persisted.

“Yes, Gene. I’m okay,” she murmured wearily, rubbing her eyes. “Really.”

Removing her helmet, she threaded her fingers through her (y/h/c) hair, wincing at the dried mud that pulled at the roots. Over their time on the dreadful island, they all discovered that the jungle was just as much an enemy as the Japs.

Snafu stared wide-eyed at the ground below him, hands on his head as his chest heaved. His expression was the same one that each marine wore as they grappled with the massacre they’d just witnessed.

What country uses its own civilians as shields for a surprise attack?

As a corpsman, (y/n) had seen more death than the average marine, and after the fierce fighting on the islands of Peleliu and Pavuvu, she was struggling to remain afloat in the vast ocean of numbness that threatened to drown her. The only thing keeping her above water were her boys, the men of K Company: Sledge, Snafu, Burgin, and De L’eau, although Jay had been transferred to intelligence. They’d lost so many good men, and it made her even more thankful for the guys who had always been there for her.

“Corpsman up front!”

The call snapped (y/n) from her thoughts, and she quickly rose, momentarily losing her balance until a strong hand grasped her upper arm, holding her steady. She felt the warmth of his hand through her thin ODs as he held her in place, accompanied by a blush creeping up her neck.

“(Y/n)-” Gene started.

Shrugging him off gently, she turned toward the call. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Be careful,” he whispered after her, watching her form disappear into a sea of olive-green uniforms. With another deep breath, Sledge sat back down, trying to calm his still-racing heart. She had been right behind him…until she wasn’t. Panic had gripped him when he saw her motionless figure in the mud as the artillery rained down around them. When she opened her eyes, he felt a weight lift off his chest.

Rain drenched the marines through the night as they held their position looking up to the ridge. Around 2000HRS the next day, (y/n) trudged back to her squad, eyelids heavy with exhaustion. Dried blood clung to her cracked hands, refusing to wash away, no matter how many times she’d scrubbed them raw. The casualties were unending like the rain that constantly poured on them. Luckily, the downpour had come to a stop in the early morning.

She’d been at the BAS since the previous afternoon treating and evacuating wounded marines from the already bloody battle. Continued artillery and fire throughout the day brought a steady stream of bleeding men through the tent’s entrance. One of these men had been Bill Leyden. He wasn’t in good shape, and when (y/n) saw the damage on her friend’s body, the air rushed from her lungs. After pushing away the panic, she quickly helped other corpsmen stabilize him, before sending him off to a hospital ship. As she watched him go, her heart sank at the realization the company had lost another man…another friend.

“Hey Doc,” Snafu called out gently as she approached.

She looked up from her feet at the man with a tired smile. “Hey, Snaf,” she whispered. “You seen Gene?”

Motioning over his shoulder, Snafu replied, “He’s right over there. But, Bill…“

“Yeah,” she sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We got him stabilized. He should make a full recovery. Lost a few fingers, though.”

In a trance-like state, Snafu nodded, his gaze fixed ahead. It was something they all did. A way to escape the horrors they lived through. With a gentle squeeze of his shoulder, (y/n) moved to find Sledge, but the Cajun’s voice stopped her.

“Eugene. He got a letter…his dog died.”

She turned to face him with raised brows. “Deacon?”

“I guess,” the man nodded. “I think he’s bothered more than he’s letting on. You know how Eugene is.”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to him.”

She found him staring into space ahead of him as he sat up against one of the island’s many rocks. Before she approached, (y/n) simply watched the man before her. She could see his growing stubble and the mud that splattered his cheeks, but what worried her was the blank expression on his face. She longed to see the lopsided smile that used to hang from his lips. (Y/n) didn’t know how long it had been since she’d seen that smile…too long.

Pulling her satchel off her shoulder, she quietly approached him and slouched down beside him. They sat silently for a moment, the warmth of their touching shoulders spreading through them. Gene was the first to break the silence.

“Did you see Bill?” he asked quietly, his eyes still glued on the rocks in front of him.

(Y/n) nodded, looking up at him with a small smile. “Yeah, he’s gonna be okay.”

Gene leaned his head back against the ground with a thud, his eyes closed as a shuttering sigh escaped his lips. She sat up off the rock and turned toward him, gently taking his hand.

“I’m sorry about Deacon.”

The second her fingers intertwined with his, Sledge’s heartbeat accelerated, and the man felt heat spread through his body. He took a moment to compose himself before he opened his eyes. He looked down at their intertwined hands before meeting her concerned gaze.

In that moment, Eugene could have sworn she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. It didn’t matter that she was coated in blood, mud, and sweat. She was there for him like nobody else had ever been in his whole life. Sure, he was close with his parents, but he felt they never completely understood him.

Who’d have thought that he’d have to travel almost eight thousand miles to find someone who could do so?

Eugene’s eyes flashed down to her lips, unable to control himself as their closeness made him suddenly bold. He always wondered what they’d taste like. How they’d feel against his. They were chapped, just like everyone else's, but that didn’t matter. The young man wanted a way to show her how much she meant to him. Sure, there had been moments where he told himself he was going to kiss her, but the moment ended before he had the opportunity. Something in the moment felt wrong, though, and he decided to wait once more.

“Thank you,” he whispered, swallowing thickly as he tried to regain his composure and keep the memories of his beloved dog at bay. “He was a good dog.”

“How old was he? 10? 11?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “10.”

The woman’s eyes searched his face, trying to get a read of what he needed from her. She saw pain in his hazel eyes. Pain from the loss of Bill. Pain from the loss of Deacon. Pain caused by the war.

She decided he needed some hope. Some laughter.

“Did I tell you about the time Snaf and I almost got caught stealing from an Army captain?”

Later that day, Gene and the rest of his squad sat among the rocks, each lost in their mind. (Y/n) was beside him, writing in her journal, and they were doing the same…all except Peck, who was attempting to dig a foxhole in the soaked ground. Since the day they arrived on the wretched island, Sledge kept up with how many days they spent there with tallies in the back of his Bible. With the days running together, they rarely knew what day it was or how long they’d been there.

“What’s the date?” Burgie asked, putting down his small journal.

The group turned to Gene, who took a deep breath. “June 5th, maybe. Might be the 6th.” He turned to (y/n). “(Y/n/n), which one you got?”

“I have no idea,” she sighed. “I gave up keeping track a while ago.”

Peck decided to chime in as he dug. “We’re never getting off this island.”

Everyone was thinking it, but he was the one person who dared to speak it aloud.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, glancing over at Gene with an annoyed expression. If looks could kill, Peck would be six feet deep from the redhead’s glare. His jaw clenched tightly, and his chest began to heave as he stared at the replacement.

Sensing his rising anger, (y/n) reached over and placed a hand on his thigh. His eyes moved to meet hers, and her (y/e/c) irises seemed to whisper, ”He’s not worth it,” and, “It’s okay. I’m here.”

Gene took a deep breath in an attempt to calm down. Beating the crap out of Peck wouldn’t bring Bill back, and letting anger consume you was a dangerous game. Every time he was tempted to let it in, (y/n) was right there, a soft presence telling him that hate was not the answer. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted daily. Sledge had seen what men could do to each other. He had seen what the Japs did to his friends.

Looking away from Gene, she was met with a strange stare from Snafu, who was smoking a cigarette and sitting on their makeshift toilet. His gaze was questioning, but not criticizing. When the man’s eyes drifted down to her hand, her stomach dropped, and she felt like she was caught red-handed. (Y/n) quickly removed her hand from Gene’s leg and shot to her feet.

“I’m gonna go-uh-do some rounds,” she announced, not daring to look at Gene or Snafu.

A few seconds later, she went treading through the sludge, her corpsman satchel pressed tightly to her side. The men all watched in confusion as she left, unsure what had made her so jumpy all of a sudden.

“She alright?” Hamm asked once she’d disappeared from view.

Burgie, always an observer, glanced over at Sledge to watch his reaction. He looked somewhat like a kicked puppy. Wrapping up his Bible, Gene began to tuck it into his pocket without a word.

“Don’t worry about (y/n), Hamm,” Burgie replied with a nod.

Hamm raised an eyebrow at his sergeant. “But did you see her-”

“She’s fine,” Snafu interrupted, pulling up his pants and rejoining the group. “Besides, she’s already got someone to worry about her.”

At the statement, Eugene froze, a cold chill running through him despite the heat. A million thoughts ran rampant in his mind.

Is there someone else in her life?

Does he know something I don’t?

Does he know how I feel?

Groaning, Burgie smacked the Cajun’s shoulder. “Shut up, Snaf. Don’t go starting crap.”

The sergeant first noticed the bond between Sledge and (y/n) back in training, but especially when the company landed on Peleliu. They always stuck by one another when they could, and she seemed to help calm the Marine amid his anxiety. As time went on and their relationship changed, Romus knew they had feelings for one another, even if they didn’t admit it. He’d never spoken about it to anyone, fearing it could become a rumor that would possibly get the pair in trouble if they ever acted on their feelings. Hearing Snafu insinuate something between them sent a pang of panic through him.

“We all worry about (y/n),” he continued. “But she’s a great corpsman. She can hold her own.”

Before he could finish his sentence, Eugene rose to his feet and went to take a leak. He did have to relieve himself, but he also wanted to get away from the conversation. If Snafu knew about how he felt, the man would never stop tormenting him. Even if it was in a joking way, Gene didn’t want to be the subject of Shelton’s teasing.

Just as he made it to a somewhat secluded spot, he heard Mac’s voice ring out from above him.

“I need a stovepipe boy up top!” he yelled, coming down from the ridge.

Gene slightly ducked his head behind a rock, hoping the lieutenant would miss him. To his dismay, Mac caught his movement in the corner of his eye.

“Sledge, that’s you. Bring some comm wire.”

Sighing when his superior disappeared over the ridge, he muttered, “Yes, sir,” and went to follow his orders.

The stench of excrement and death permeated the air as (y/n) walked through their temporary camp checking on the men. Her eyes watered from the smell, and it took all her willpower not to gag. Even though she’d built a great tolerance to gruesome sights and smells over her time as a corpsman, sometimes it all got to her.

Snafu’s stare replayed in her mind, and she hoped that she didn’t accidentally give herself away to the group. Worry buzzed in her stomach like the disgusting flies that seemed to be ever-present among the mud and filth of Okinawa. (Y/n) tried to busy her mind with the long list of men to check on, but she couldn’t focus more than a few moments before getting lost in her head again.

Spotting a man on her list, she called out to him.

“Hey, James,” she greeted, approaching his muddy foxhole. “How’s the ankle?”

He groaned and shook his head. “As good as it’s gonna be, Doc.”

In the barrage the day prior, the private slipped and rolled his ankle in the mud trying to get to cover. He insisted he was fine, but some of his squadmates sent (y/n) to check on him. Henry James was a stubborn young man who wasn’t even old enough to drink, yet he was on a foreign island in Southeast Asia fighting for his country…fighting to survive. She crouched beside his hole, inspecting the ankle that was elevated above the entrance.

“Were you able to stay off it much?” (y/n) asked, gently prodding the bruised skin.

“A buddy of mine took my OP shift so I didn’t have to walk around on it. It’s more stiff than anything.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “That’s how ankles are. They’re tough-”

Her voice came to a stop as yelling filled the air. It wasn’t cheers of victory or anything of that nature. They were cries of attack…of desperation…of death. The second the sound registered in her mind, she was darting toward the ridge, hoping to get there before the shooting started in case someone got hit. The rapid beating of her heart filled her ears as she ran through the mud and past battle-weary marines. A few of them called out to her, but she didn’t hear them.

The first ping of an M-1 being fired echoed through the air as she made it to the base of the rocky ridge. Cursing under her breath, she quickly began her ascent. Finding the most solid footing, she climbed the hill, using the jagged rocks as handholds. Gunfire filled the air, silencing the screams of the enemy. (Y/n) was out of breath when she made it to the top, but she didn’t stop. Most of the fire had stopped, but a few shots still rang out.

At the moment the corpsman reached the other marines at the top of the ridge, her heart sank at the sight of Eugene unholstering his revolver and aiming at a wounded Jap.

“Cease fire!” Mac cried from the other side of the ridge. “Cease fire!”

Gene didn’t care.

“Damn, Sledge. Leave him,” Hamm muttered to the redhead.

Whipping around to face him, Eugene scowled. “What for? He’s a Jap, ain’t he?”

(Y/n) watched in horror as Gene opened fire on the man already wallowing in the mud. He missed the first two shots, but the third hit its mark, hitting the Jap just above his hip. The soldier sunk into the mud face down, his writhing coming to an end.

“Cease fire!” The Lieutenant repeated as he neared them. “Cease fire, damn it!”

Satisfied with his work, Sledge grabbed his rifle from beside Hamm and turned to descend the ridge. When he noticed (y/n) a few yards away, he froze for a moment, his eyes resembling a dark storm cloud that could start down pouring any second. Guilt seemed to cloud his usual hazel eyes, and he looked away, unable to stay steady beneath her gaze after what he’d just done. He then continued down the ridge.

Mac was quick to confront him, gripping his carbine in one hand with white knuckles.

“I told you to cease fire. What are you doing?”

The private spun to face Mac with gritted teeth.“Killing Japs,” he seethed, turning to go down the hill again.

Before he could get far, the lieutenant spoke again. “You just gave away our position!”

“I think they’ve got a pretty good idea of where we are,” Gene chuckled bitterly.

Mac pointed toward the dead Japs. “I told you to cease fire. You’re supposed to be observing, and then I see you with a damn sidearm!

“We were all sent here to kill Japs, weren’t we?” Sledge screamed, climbing back up to be nose-to-nose with his lieutenant. “So what the hell difference does it make what weapon we use?”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but flinch at Gene’s sudden outburst. She’d never seen him like this before, and she wondered what made him finally break. What was the straw that broke the camel’s back? What had happened in the five minutes she was gone?

A tear streaked down her cheek seeing the man she cared about more than anything giving in to the war. Seeing a man be reduced to a shell of who he once was was always heartbreaking, and (y/n) didn’t realize just how much until she witnessed him finally crack.

“I’d use my damn hands if I had to,” he whispered to a frozen Mac, who clenched his jaw and slowly walked past him. (Y/n) was quick to try and follow Gene once he stormed down the hill, but a gentle hand on her shoulder held her back.

It was Burgin, his face scrunched with concern. “Let ‘em cool off, (y/n/n).”

“Romus, he-”

“I know what he means to you,” he interrupted in a whisper as he glanced around them for any eavesdroppers. “But trust me. You need to leave him be for a little bit. Let him think.”

(Y/n) swallowed thickly. “Please don’t tell anyone, Burgie. I could be-”

“Your secret’s safe with me…He needs you, (y/l/n), but give him a few hours.”

Releasing a shuddering breath, her gaze dropped to the ground. “He was fine when I left. What happened?”

“I don’t know. But we did hear him hollering about something right before he went up top.”

“Thanks for everything, Burg,” she sighed, patting his shoulder softly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you and the guys.”

A sheepish smile grew on his face, and he chuckled under his breath. “You’d be a lot more ladylike, that’s for sure. The other day, I’m pretty sure I saw you smoking Sledge’s pipe.”

“Whatever,” she groaned, rubbing a hand down her dirty face. “A lot of women actually smoke, ya know?”

The rest of the afternoon did not go according to (y/n)‘s plan, and she was unable to check on Gene after he cooled down. Within an hour of his outburst, she was called back to the field hospital to assist in an all-hands-on-deck emergency following a Jap ambush. The corpsman was up to her elbows in blood, bowels, and every other bodily fluid from vomit to urine. It was a hard night, and it got even worse when a terrible rainstorm moved in, trapping her from returning to her company due to poor visibility.

(Y/n) spent the night, and most of the next day, helping around the hospital. She dressed wounds, administered pain meds, and helped transport men to the hospital ships on a Jeep. A radio call was received that told of the 1st Marine’s plans to take the ridge, and (y/n) knew she needed to be there.

She caught a ride to the ridge just in time for the assault. The men were checking their weapons and quietly conversing with each other as she walked through the various companies. When she reached her squad, however, silence filled the air. They all had thousand-yard stares, and the group was missing two guys who had been there the day before. Her pace slowed as she approached them.

“Hey, guys,” (y/n) said softly, her eyes flicking from man to man. When none of them acknowledged her, she knew something bad had happened. “Where’s Hamm and Peck?”

Silence.

She took a deep breath, trying not to imagine the worst. “Please, guys, whe-”

“Gone,” Gene interrupted harshly, his gaze snapping to hers. “Hamm's dead and Peck’s gone. He cracked.”

(Y/n) felt the all-too-familiar punch of grief knock the air from her lungs. Eugene’s hazel eyes were dark and stormy, even more so than the previous day. She swallowed thickly, attempting to push down the emotion that clogged her throat.

“What happened?” she asked shakily, her eyes never leaving Gene’s.

Before he could respond, Snafu spoke. “Doesn’t matter. They’re gone.”

“Shelton’s right,” Burgin added. “It’s hard, but we’ve got other things to focus on.”

(Y/n) nodded once and dropped her gaze to the group, blinking away the tears that burned her eyes. Two more of their group were gone. Sure, Peck wasn’t her favorite person by any means, but he was still part of their company….on their side. And Hamm…he was a kid. A kid who deserved better than to die in the mud on some foreign island.

They all deserved better.

“Let’s move out!” Mac announced, waving for them to follow.

Each man followed suit, but Eugene hung back to wait on (y/n). Seeing her tear-filled eyes, he instantly regretted opening his mouth. The anger within him seemed to dissipate momentarily as he joined her side.

“Remember, you’ve got a bullseye on your arm,” he murmured, gesturing to the red and white medic brassard on her arm. “Please be careful.”

“I will.” (Y/n) lifted her helmet to look up at him through her lashes. “You take care of yourself, too, alright?”

“Yes ma’am,” he whispered, admiring her features. His eyes trailed from her eyes down to her nose, and then to her lips before flicking back to her (y/e/c) eyes. They stayed locked in each other’s gaze for a few moments, their eyes seeming to have a silent conversation communicating everything that was left unsaid. Gene slowly reached up to cup her cheek, rubbing his thumb over her cheekbone. The racing of (y/n)‘s heart wasn’t from the artillery that had begun hammering the ridge, but Eugene’s warm caress against her cheek. Her eyes fluttered closed at the gentle touch.

They both wished the moment could last forever.

Another yell from Mac shattered the moment, leaving (y/n) missing the tenderness of his hand in its absence.

“I’ll find you after,” he said, turning around and backpedaling to catch up with his squad. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

The corner of her lips quirked into a smirk. “I’ll leave that to you.”

Once the battle had died down and all the remaining Japanese were either killed or taken prisoner, (y/n) went searching for Gene. When the bullets began to fly, she couldn’t get the boy from Mobile off her mind, and anxiety churned in her stomach as she looked for him. The stench of gasoline, blood, and burnt flesh filled the air along her ascent to the ridge. Bodies of both marines and the enemy lined the narrow path up the hill, and her eyes scanned each one, praying that none of them were the men she’d come to love dearly.

“Burgie, you seen Sledgehammer? He was just over here.”

Hearing the familiar Cajun accent, she spun toward the voice and sighed in relief when she saw Snafu atop an old bunker, his legs swinging as he sat on the edge with a cigarette hanging from his lip. Romus was talking to another sergeant a few feet away, his rifle swung around his shoulder.

“There you are!” (Y/n) called out, reaching up and slapping Snafu’s foot. It was all she could reach from his elevated position on the concrete bunker. “You alright?”

He smiled and raised an eyebrow, blowing a puff of smoke into the humid air. “Not a scratch on me,” he mused. “I don’t know where Eugene is, but don’t worry, I just saw him. He’s okay, too.”

With this news, a wave of calm washed over her, and she let out the breath she’d been holding since they parted. “Thanks, Snaf. I’ll find him.”

“Have fun,” he laughed, waving his cigarette around in front of him. “And do me a favor and fuc-”

This caught Burgie's attention. “Hey!” He interrupted, scolding Snafu like he was a parent whose child was acting up in public. “Cut it out.”

Busting out laughing, Snafu winked at (y/n), who could feel the embarrassment creeping up her cheeks at his intended comment. She raised a hand and flipped him off with a grin before continuing her search for Gene.

It took her a few minutes of wandering to spot his familiar frame among the sea of dirty green uniforms, but when she did, a huge smile painted her face. (Y/n) almost called out to him, but something stopped her.

He was sitting alone on the busted remains of a bunker with his helmeted head in his hands, his weapon lying idle in the dirt beside him. She continued toward him slowly, observing the gentle shake of his shoulders that told her he was crying.

“Hey, Gene,” (y/n) murmured with a softness that matched the gravity of the moment, lowering herself onto the earth beside him. He reacted quickly, averting his gaze and hiding his face as he wiped the tears from his dirt-covered cheeks.

Reaching over, she softly turned his face toward her. After a moment of resistance, he gave in to her gentle touch. His eyes, glistening with unshed tears, met hers. (Y/n)‘s fingertips traced the dirt-streaked paths on his cheeks, her touch a soothing escape from the horror they lived in.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, ducking to meet his eyes. “I’m here.”

Gene’s lip began to quiver, and a stifled sob escaped him as he covered his face with trembling hands. “I’m a monster, (y/n). The things I’ve done…” he strained, moving away from her comforting touch.

(Y/n) watched the play of emotions on his face as he stood up abruptly, throwing an arm out to point to a bombed-out building. The skeletal remains of what once was a home loomed in the smoky haze. “There was a family in there. Now a baby with grow up without a family! I called in the mortars up there! I did that! I’m a monster!”

“No,” she shot up, her voice cutting him off. “You are not a monster, Eugene Sledge. We are at war. We’ve all done terrible things here, but it does not make you a monster. The fact that you’re feeling like you are proves you’re not. It means you’re human, Gene.”

Another tear streaked down his cheek as he clenched his teeth. “After Bill and everyone we’ve lost, I wanted to get them back. I wanted to. You saw me yesterday!”

“Eugene! Look at me!” she ordered, cupping his cheeks as she implored his attention. His gaze wandered everywhere but her face until she spoke again, her tone much softer this time. “Hon, please look at me.”

Tear-filled hazel eyes met hers, and she tugged him a little closer, they’re faces only inches apart. “We all want to get them back. You are not a monster.”

“I don’t know who I am anymore,” he croaked, more tears spilling down his cheeks. “What if this is who I am now?”

“I know exactly who you are. You are Eugene Bondurant Sledge. You’re still that same boy from Mobile, Alabama who loved his dog more than anything, the same one who loved to fish with his father, and the very same one who I fell in love with before we even stepped foot on foreign soil.”

A sob escaped his lips, and his eyes squeezed shut, overwhelmed by her words. “There’s no way you can love me like this. You deserve someone else who-”

“I don’t love anyone else, Gene!” she urged, tears stinging her eyes. “I love you, and I’ll say it over and over, every single day, for as long as it takes to make you believe me.”

Shaking his head, he tried to break free from her touch, but she held on. “I’m not a good man.”

“You are good, Eugene. You are a good man. We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, but it’s how we respond to them that makes us who we are. This right here? It proves you’re a good man.”

Her words seemed to break through in his mind, and he froze for a moment. Pulling off his helmet, he moved (y/n)‘s hands from his face and cupped her cheeks, his red eyes still glossy. “I love you,” he murmured, voice wavering. “And I will spend the rest of my life working to be worthy of you if you’ll let me.”

The tears (y/n) had been holding back filled her eyes, a few of them trickling from her waterline. She nodded in his gentle hold. “You already are.”

He wiped a few tears away softly, a lopsided smile forming on his lips. “You’re too good for this world, darlin’,” Gene cooed. “You always see the good in people. Even me.”

With utmost care, Gene reached up and removed (y/n)‘s helmet, her tousled (y/h/c) spilling out. The fading sun added a soft glow to their faces, emphasizing the exhaustion etched in their features. As he delicately held the helmet aside, Eugene’s eyes met (y/n)‘s, a silent understanding passing between them. He closed the gap, his breath mixing with hers as his eyes lingered on her face, taking in every detail-the mud smudges, the fatigue-as if memorizing each nuance.

With a gentle touch, he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was a tender blend of longing and comfort, a quiet promise to stay by the other’s side. In that moment, the world around them ceased to exist. Time slowed as they embraced, finding solace in the simple act of being together at last. The sounds of war faded into the background, replaced by the gentle symphony of two hearts seeking refuge in the warmth of each other’s touch.

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ithinkabouttzu · 3 months

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Hey could you do a first time with the pacific characters x reader??

First time with the pacific boys

genre! smut; romance

warnings! sexual intercourse, swearing, reader has a hole, just plain filth. *minors please do not interact, 18+ only*

description! The pacific boys (listed below) having sex with you for the first time.

read my disclaimer in my pacific masterlist! Also note that reader is gender neutral.

Eugene Sledge: He would be very soft and gentle with you the whole time. He cares for you so much and handles you as though you could break at any moment. He would lay you down and plant a millions of small, but passionate kisses all over your body softly, taking off your clothing one by one. It would leave you breathless, frozen and barely able to breathe. Singing little words of praise to you over and over until you’re practically begging for him. He would trace every part of your body with his hands, followed along by his lips. When he has made his way inside of you it’s like a fire is lit between you two. The passion that comes from him is amazing. “I love you so much, y/n. Let me show you how much I do”

Sidney Phillips: He’s fun but very sweet with you. Giving you such a sweet and loving smile while he’s practically torturing you with his fingers, tracing his fingers so closely to that sensitive part of you, but not close enough, while also kissing on every inch of your body that he can get his sweet mouth on. He’s so desperate for your touch also, he can’t help the almost pathetic whimpers he makes when you hold his cock in your hands for the first time. And when he finally feels the inside of you it’s almost too much to bear. He’s become pussy-drunk off of you almost instantly. The only instinct being to rut into as good as he can, trying to make you feel amazing. “How much do you want it, my doll. Say you want it as much as I do, please”

Robert Leckie: He really can’t hold himself back from you, even if he wanted to. When he sees you naked on display for him he becomes different (in a good way) almost animalistic when it comes to you. Hunting you down onto the bed and attacking you with his fierce kisses and friendly hands. He intends to leave hickeys all over your precious body. To show everyone who you belong to and love so much. He’s so charming in bed with you. He knows all of the right things to say and to do. When he feels your warmth for the first time he’s at a loss of words, all he can do is moan out sweet nothings to you as he feels you up with his length. Wrecking you with his cock only. “You are amazing sweetheart, just for me, right?”

Lew ‘Chuckler’ Juergens: He’s practically putty in your hands when you tell him that you’d like for him to make love to you. He can’t even began to tell you how many times he’s dreamed of this moment, it’s almost unreal. He’s in shock, amazed and both overwhelmed by your natural beauty. As you take your clothes off for him he can only start to jump to the future, imagining a whole life with you, forever and ever. When you feel his length for the first time his expressions are award-worthy. His moans almost pornagraphic. He finds his way inside of you sooner or later, he finds it hard to hold himself back from fucking your hole sore, and pistoning in and out of you as hard as he can. He starts slow and picks his speed up more and more every minute. “You’re amazing, doll. Just perfect, all for me”

Merriell ‘Snafu’ Shelton: How do I even began to explain the way he would fuck you. He would spend hours rubbing, sucking, licking, and pinching that sensitive spot of yours, over and over again til’ you were a moaning mess. Squeezing and hugging on every part of your body while he begs for you to just cum on his hands, just one more time, then he will make love to you. When he finally does fill you up with his cock, he doesn’t waste time, he’s going at an insane pace, not stopping for nothing in the world and the only thing encouraging him is your loud screams of pleasure. He’s a filthy talker too, saying all sorts of dirty nonsense into your ears while he makes you a mess. “You love it when I fuck you, huh? Such a pretty thing, even prettier on my cock”

John Basilone: He’s quick to undress you from your clothes, and press his face in between the place you need him the most. He will use all of his body to make you feel good. His hands working magic of their own upon your top half, and his mouth on your bottom half, working wonders within you. He doesn’t feel the need to stop until you’re pleading for his cock. And when he finally does decide to show you mercy, he wants to hear you beg for it himself. “c’mon, honey, tell me how bad you need it” when you beg enough to his liking he finds it well enough to shove his cock inside of you, getting a noisy reaction from you in return. He looks amazing while making love to you. The way his biceps look as he’s pinning you down, the small sweat beads falling off of his forehead as he gives you his all. “Let me cum into you, darling. Have all of me please.”

R.V Burgin: He’s a gentleman like he always is. Sweet to you as ever as he finds his way around your body with his hands. He’s kissing you the whole time, never leaving your lips barely once. He enjoys soaking into your love almost too much. He can’t help it, he’s obsessed with your body, and the way you look under him. Yearning for his touch. “Is it alright if I put it in, I promise it won’t hurt” He’s very careful with your body. Holding you as if you were a precious jewel. When he finally starts making love to you it’s unreal, he’s amazing. Just getting to feel your warmth and embrace all of you, is the best thing he could ask for.He’s breathless the whole time, still feeling magical the way you tighten around his cock. “I love you so much, baby. You feel so good around me. Just like that, don’t stop sweetie.”

Wilbur ‘Runner’ Conley: He’s got a sweet smile on his face the whole time you guys are together. How could he not show his excitement for you? He loves you so much and had been waiting for the day to make you his, to fill you with his load, so that only you could be his forever. He makes sure to undress you softly, kissing and holding you like a sweet puppy. “You are an angel, you know that, right?” He’s in awe when he sees you naked. You are absolutely breathtaking. He doesn’t know where to put his eyes, or what he should say other then tell you that you are beautiful over and over again. When he’s inside of you, he’s so passionate and patient for your pleasure first. In his mind, his life’s purpose is to make you completely happy no matter what. It’s his mission to make you finish multiple times.

Bill ‘Hoosier’ Smith: He’s fast with his hands, not restraining himself one bit. He’s tearing off your clothes in an instant. He’s waiting so long for you and he can’t waste any longer for you. His lips are on your chest immediately once your clothes have been stripped from you. Finding his way to your hard nipples and biting them gently. He’s amazing at foreplay, he finds no intent on stopping whatsoever and not even superman could tear him off of you in this moment. When he’s inside of you he turns completely different, primal like, only being able to thrust into you sharply. Holding you up against him as he pushes and pulls himself in and out of you until you’re practically in tears. “I can’t get enough of you, you sweet thing. You feel like heaven”

Again thank you for your request! Sorry for such a delay, i’ve had a hard time writing here recently. If you enjoyed, please like or reblog. Any feedback is appreciated! 🩷

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lewis-winters · 1 year

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🥺 may I ask for Zombie Apocalypse weapon/fighting style for the K company boys? (Ack-ack, Hillbilly, Sledge, Snafu, Burgie, Jay, Leyden)

OF COURSE YOU MAY

1) Merriell Shelton - oh he goes first because you fucking KNOW he pulls a michonne hawthorne and drags around several zombies with their lower jaw and arms cut off tied to several leashes in order to mask his smell from zombie hordes. also? machete for SURE. man's scrappy as all hell he'll go down fighting. he doesn't do guns, but he does do an assortment of knives.

2) Eddie Jones - I just had this really funny mental image of him smashing up several zombie with his guitar. Not a good choice of weapon seeing as it would fall apart easy, but it does go down the direction I think he'd go down, which is swinging stuff around. A metal bat, for sure. He strikes me as a kind of person whose weapons are extensions of himself. A bit like John-Wick-Throwing-A-Gun-At-Someone's-Head-Once-He-Runs-Out-Of-Bullets kinda vibe, ya know? He'd also have a gun, but just a small one. Backup.

3) Andrew Haldane - Ooof, ok definitely a rifle of some kind, but small. I also contemplated pistol, which I think he does carry, too. But that's like a back-up thing. He has a lot of back-ups on him. Andy's thing, I think, as their leader, is to appear as non-threatening as possible to anybody on the outside, because I feel like he holds true to his morals and belief that there isn't anyone he can't win over? He has his boys to back him up, in case shit goes down, but he's also not stupid, he knows he has to carry something. So I think he carries small pistols, like a revolver or a glock. A knife in his boot. Things easy to hide and are probably last resort use. That kinda thing.

4) RV Burgin - oh definitely the rifle. practical, quick, big enough that even without ammo it's a weapon in and of itself. He fights very by the book, Burgie, as if he's at a war with Geneva Conventions to adhere to and not in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. He's like a well oiled machine, just point him somewhere and off he goes. Also very adaptable, as I said, he can use his rifle even without ammo and he won't hesitate to use anything else around him, too.

5) Jay de L'eau - I just keep thinking Bazooka, since that's what we saw him use in the airfield, but I like to think Bill would get those big ones, ya know? Jay would probably get his hands on a big one and then kinda just ditch it for something smaller and more manageable in tight spaces BUT is also still long distance, like a crossbow! it's long distance, but it's silent and easy to reload. obviously he'll have to scrounge up the arrows, but I have a feeling he knows how to make his own, too.

6) Bill Leyden - SOMEBODY GIVE THIS BOY A FLAMETHROWER not even for practical reasons you just fucking KNOW he'd be fantastic on a flamethrower!! he'd have the time of his life let him have a flamethrower. maybe even a bazooka. it'd be so cool.

7) Eugene Sledge - um. where do you think the nickname Sledgehammer came from in this AU? of fucking course the boy is smashing up zombie brains with a massive sledgehammer. not quite as gracefully or fluidly as Hillbilly, since there's so much weight at the end of his weapon as compared to a metal bat, BUT there's fucking INTENT in all his swings. that's the primal rage. sometimes, I feel like he'd go after these suckers with his bare hands. He'd have something traditional at first, though, like his hunting rifle from his dad. and lowkey? I also think he'd use Deacon as a weapon. I mean, I'm aware that he's a herding dog, but push comes to shove, I think he'd take advantage of the dog's protective nature just a bit? Like he definitely would allow Deacon to go for the jugular from time to time, like if they're cornered? yeah, I could imagine that.

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starkiller-009 · 2 years

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they’re celebrating!! (SHOUTOUT and all thanks to @kinnoth since its her fic and posts with roe and snafu which made think about them more than i would have expected in the first place)

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televisionboy · 3 years

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southern boys flirting • the pacific

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inglourious-imagines · 3 years

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Tattoos (Bill "Hoosier" Smith)

Requested by: @alienoresimagines

Summary: Birthday in Australia.

Author's Note: I'm so bloody late for Al's birthday and I hate myself for it so apologies my lovely friend, I'm the worst, the writer's block is a bitch. Anyway, happy birthday!

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @teenmagazines @meteora-fc @eugenesmorphine @band-of-brothers-cz @real-fans @not-john-watsons-blog @tealaquinn @ok-roemanov @mrseasycompany @punkgeekchic @wexhappyxfew @rayofshanshine @mavysnavy @easynix @stressedinadress @georgeluzwarmhugs @easy-company-tradition @immrsronaldspeirs @snafus-peckuh @curraheewestandalone @warrior-healer @justamadgirlinabox @order-of-river-phoenix

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No, it wasn’t definitely something Y/N expected or wanted but his warm hand in hers was telling her that this was exactly what she needed. The way he squeezed it sent goose bumps all over her body even though the weather was sunny, no cloud could be seen on the sky that day. Y/N felt safe, like she had never felt in her entire life, and she knew it was all because of him.

Bill pulled her closer to his body like he was afraid the summer breeze might take her away from him.

“We’re almost there, lucky we haven’t met anybody.” he whispered into her ear, his lips slightly brushed against her skin, and she shivered under his touch for the second time in two minutes.

“No one can know, okay?” Y/N laughed as she looked around closely to make sure that there is indeed no familiar face watching them walk right into a tattoo parlour. “We’re still in the army, Hoos.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that, darling. No one cares about that shit any more, they just want to go home.” Bill responded quickly, a hint of irony behind his voice. Y/N couldn’t take his statement the wrong way, she wasn’t able to get mad at him for his slightly bitter note, not after what they’d been through.

“Now, the real question is,” he silenced himself for drama, “what should we get?”

Y/N made it look like she’s thinking real hard about the current problem, she could feel his hot stare, but she had decided already. “Promise me you won’t laugh.”

“I promise,” Hoosier chuckled taking his hand in hers, “unless it’s some cheesy mainstream crap. Like a wing, or heart, or a damn quote.”

The young female Marine immediately burst out laughing after those words left his mouth - typical Bill. “I can assure you it’s none of that crap.”

“So what is it?” his voice suddenly soft and tender. Hoosier looked at Y/N with so much admiration he thought it’s impossible to love someone that much, the short moment of laughter made him realize just how desperately he wants to run away with her and never come back.

“A Marine symbol. The anchor with the eagle, the globe and the rope.” she mumbled as she was somehow ashamed of what she just said. The truth was, Y/N was a proud Marine, no one could take that away from her, but admitting how important her duty was to her to Bill, that was another level of intimacy. They never talked about the war, why they enlisted or why they chose the Marines. They just did and that was all there was to it, nothing more, nothing less. They took the presence as it was threw at them, no thinking why now, here and them.

Hoosier wasn’t sure how to react at first, whether to marry the woman now and there or take her away, make passionate love to her and then marry her right away. Never in a million years did he thought that something like this his lovely Y/N would imprint into her skin forever. To remind her of all the horrors, the inhumanity and never-ending suffering?

“Why that?” Bill managed to get out of himself. He surely was surprised.

“Well,” Y/N smiled softly looking at the ground, “because it means a great deal to me. It will show me just what I’ve been through, that I shall never give up on life despite all of these things happening, that those scars that will accompany me for the rest of my being are a proof that I was there. It will show me just how much we’ve suffered so I should never ever take anything for granted. Sleep, silence, water. But most importantly,” she looked him right in the eye, her right hand caressing his cheeks gently, “Marines gave me you.”

It was as simple as that, nothing more. Y/N considered herself the luckiest person on this planet, after all they’d been through she was still standing in the dim light of an Australian tattoo parlour with the man that made her believe and hope again.

“And because it’s my birthday and I wanna do something silly and fun.” she giggled and Hoosier thought he had never loved her more like he did in that moment.

They silenced themselves for awhile, just enjoying the presence of the other. Bill’s look dropped on the little simple gold ring shining on her left ring finger that he gave her earlier that day.

•••

“Just shut up, I’m trying to be the romantic boyfriend I’m.” Hoosier frowned, pouting his lips. He looked rather cute than mad to her and another sweet giggles left her mouth. “Alright.”

“Okay, this isn’t some sort of proposal, okay, but I want you to know that…” he cleared his voice, glancing from her eyes to her lips and back. She could say this was pretty hard for him, expressing his feeling out loud, Hoosier was always more of touchy guy, and it made her to fall in love with him even more.

“I want you to know that you keep me sane in this mad world, the reason I’m alive is you and only you, Y/N. Happy birthday, darling.” he slipped a simple ring onto her finger, looking at the jewelry for some time as he soft smile appeared on his face.

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assembledherethevolunteers · 3 years

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Day 7- Making Gingerbread Houses

A/N: Prompt #7 for @acdeaky ‘s writing challenge! I read this and I just loved the idea of Snafu trying to figure out gingerbread houses.

Pairing: Merriell ‘Snafu’ Shelton x Reader

Summary: You and Merriell make some gingerbread houses that makes Merriell a little frustrated.

Warnings: Fluff, a super subtle reference to sexy times, but nothing explicit

Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows

You pulled the gingerbread out of the over, inhaling the sweet smell of the cookies.

“Hmm…smells good,” Merriell came in the kitchen, trying to sneak a piece of the cookie.

“Ah!” You smacked his hand away.

“Ouch!”

“It just came out of the oven. You’ll burn your mouth.”

“Dere’s a nicea way ta say dat,” he frowned at you, rubbing the back of his hand as if it actually hurt.

“Your mouth will hurt more if you don’t wait for those to cool.”

Merriell held his hand out to you. “Can I get a kiss ta make it feel betta?”

You took his hand and pressed a kiss to it. “Happy now?”

Merriell gave you one of those smiles that made your heart melt a bit. “So, what are we doin wif dose?”

“We’re going to make gingerbread houses.”

Merriell looked at you skeptically.

“Come on, it’ll be fun! We’ve got frosting to stick everything and we’ve got gumdrops and everything.”

“If ya say so,” Merriell shrugged and then walked over to the table where you had everything else for the gingerbread houses laid out. “How we gonna make ‘em stick?”

“With the frosting.”

After a few more minutes, you brought the gingerbread over.

“So we jus…make houses?”

“Yes! Here, I’ll show you.” You made a quick little house without much effort or decorations. “Ta-da!”

Merriell looked at the house. “A’right,” he then grabbed a couple rectangles of the gingerbread as you started to put more decorations on yours.

“What’s dat?” He asked as you decorated.

“Snow,” you explained, putting the white frosting in front of the house.

Merriell snorted. “We in Naw Lins, darlin’. We don’t get snow.”

You rolled your eyes, deciding to ignore him for now.

For a few moments, it was quiet. Until you realized that Merriell was muttering under his breath.

“Sonuva…stupid piece uh….UGH!”

You looked over to see the pieces crumble in his hands. You continued to watch him try, but it just made it worse. You bit your bottom lip to keep from laughing.

“Doin’ alright, Mer?”

“Don’t wanna hear it from somebody dat’s got frostin’ in dey hair.”

“What?” You almost reached up to see there was when Merriell swiped some in there.

Your jaw dropped. “You didn’t just do that.”

Merriell smirked. “What ya gonna do?”

You then swiped some frosting off your house and put it on Merriell’s cheek.

“Oh it’s on now, Cher,” he got some frosting on his hand and you got up.

You ran to the kitchen, laughing, looking for something to defend yourself.

“Ah ah ah, ya gonna be trapped,” Merriell’s voice was deep and husky.

Then you then grabbed some flour. You turned to face Merriell, him with the frosting in his hand and you with the flour in yours.

Both of you raised an eyebrow, playing a game of chicken.

“I’ll lowa mine if ya do da same,” Merriell offered.

You hesitated but started to lower your flour. You watched Merriell start to, but then he moved so that he had you pinned against the kitchen counter.

You gasped as he smeared frosting on your cheek.

“AH!” You squealed and flung your flour in the general direction of him.

The two of you continued to have your food fight, making a complete mess, but it didn’t compare to how messy the two of you were. Merriell somehow got you to the floor and finally pinned down.

“You’ll never win, Y/N! Marines never give up!” Merriell smiled down at you, trying to catch his breath.

You tired to get out from under him, but he still held you down. Merriell then leaned down so that your noses were touching.

“Gonna say I won?”

You shook your head. Then Merriell pressed his lips to yours. It was a strange combination of the flour and frosting on his and your lips.

He pulled away and you tried to chase him. You opened your eyes and looked at him.

“Fine, you win.”

Merriell’s face changed so that he was fully smiling and the two of you sat up. Merriell moved around so the two of you were sitting next to each other. You both took a look around the kitchen.

“We made a mess,” you told him as you rested your head on his shoulder.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah.”

“We should get it cleaned up.”

“Prolly,” Merriell said with a shrug.

“And then we can get each other cleaned up,” you smiled up at him.

Merriell looked down at you and grinned. “Imma take ya up on dat.”

#Merriell Shelton #Snafu Shelton #merriell shelton x reader #snafu shelton x reader #merriell shelton imagine #merriell shelton fluff #merriell shelton fanfic #rami malek #rami malek imagine #rami malek x reader #rami malek character #acdeaky’s december writing challenge #krissys writings

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eugenesmorphine · 4 years

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My Girl // Merriel “Snafu” Shelton Imagine

AN: Okay so the ask box glitched out, so I couldn’t properly answer, but, I tried my best. So, Anon, I hope you enjoy.

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @hihosilvers @floydtab @punkgeekchic @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @adamantiumdragonfly

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Y/N worked endlessly in the hot sun of the Peleliu Island. A wrench in her hand as she went around, fixing mortars and other small gadgets all day. An engineer's work was never done it seemed. Always something breaking or needing to be built in order to keep the Marines safe and or able to continue the fight.

Her palms and fingers calloused from working her metal wrench and screw drivers day in and day out. Hour by hour. Some oil and grease scattered all over her. Her face had been covered in sweat dirt, and dried blood from a few cuts that littered the female Marine's hands. Beads of sweats dripped from her brow, and onto the hot dirt and sand mixture beneath her boots. Her white tank top forever stained with dirt, grease, oil, and god knows what else.

Snafu watched the woman work on a mortar from about twenty feet away. A smirk on his lips while he twisted a toothpick between his teeth. Enjoying every inch of the view in front of him. Her back arched, slightly bent over, dog tags dangling, sweat dripping from her sweet pink lips. Mr. Shelton could sit and watch the woman all day.

It was no doubt Merriel Shelton had a thing for Miss Y/N L/N. He was head over heels for this woman, and everyone knew it. It wasn't like one of the Marines just trying to get some because he hadn't seen a woman in years. Well, maybe that is how it was in the start when he first met her, but after a while. When she just kept shooting him down, only made the want for that woman grow more and more. And it almost turned into some sort of need. Just the way his name would roll of her tongue. How she would scoff at his comments. Her insults never even hit him. Each word was just another notch of him falling deeper for the woman.

Y/N's eyes glanced upwards and met with the Louisiana native. Scoffing at the sight of the wide smirk on his face. "Take a picture why don't you, it'll last longer!" she called out as she stood up the Mortar, wiping the sweat off of her forehead and flicking it off her hand. Snafu whistles with a response, god he thought she was just so pretty.

"You know if I could, I would, sugar!" he called back, chuckling slightly. Y/N's cheeks dusted pink as she let out a soft laugh. Dropping the wrench from her hand and into the dirt. A small cloud puffing up in the process. The female approached the male Marine, her canteen filled with water stood besides his right leg.

Y/N reached for the metal container, but Snafu saw this as some sort of opening. Snatching up the canteen filled with water, and holding it high above his head. She threw her head back and let out a loud groan at the man.

"Don't you have work that needs to be done? I just fixed up your stupid Mortar and I deserve a cold sip of water. And not have your filthy little Infantry hands on my canteen!" Y/N she scolded. Jumping up and down, trying her best to grab at the canteen. While Merriel was just getting his jollies.

"Aw come on, doll. Don't you know that I broke that Mortar just to see the beautiful view of you fixing it?" that was a lie of course. The Mortar had been hit with a large rock while working at the air field that was flung by an Japanese artillery shell. Y/N huffed once more, dropping her hands down to her side and stopping her boot. Her brows furrowed. But the Cajun's smirk just grew wider. His teeth were still pearly white, she would be lying if she had said that she didn't find him at least the slightest bit handsome. Whether seeing him digging gold teeth out of a dead Japanese soldier's mouth, or washing the dirt and blood off of his face.

"That's my damn water Merriel, I got more work to do unlike you. And I need some water in this heat!" She huffed. Licking his chapped lips her leaned in closer to her. Her eyes never leaving his.

"Maybe for a quick kiss from the pretty little lady herself," he spoke lowly. Y/N mentally thanked the muck on her face that covered her cheeks as they turned a deeper shade of red. She laughed softly, thinking maybe he was joking. There wasn't any way possible that he found her pretty. Her hair was greasy and dirty, her uniform stunk along with the rest of her. Bruises and cuts littered her body along with sweat stains, dirt and mud caked over her body, along with patches of dried blood all over her. But when she looked into his eyes and could tell that he was in fact not joking, it made some kind a switch flip inside of her brain. A smirk came to her face as an idea came to mind.

Y/N got up close to him, pressing her chest against his and slipping one of her legs between his. Catching the Cajun completely off guard. Making him freeze completely. That's right. Merriel "Snafu" Shelton actually froze and shut up. Something nobody would of thought a woman would be able to do with the rather 'forward' Marine.

The tips of their noses brushing against each other while their lips only centimetres apart. Her hot breath on his lips. "Well, Mr. Shelton," Y/N trailed off, still capturing all of his attention. Using the time to snake her free hand upwards snatching her metal canteen quickly from his tight grip and pushing away. Laughing loudly as she took a huge gulp of water. Leaving Snafu pouting slightly, but he couldn't help but laugh in response. His stomach had been filled with butterflies, and his heart felt as if it was doing back flips. Something he hadn't felt since he was a teenager. "Thanks for my water back! Now I got some more stuff to fix!" Y/N gathered her composure, a few giggles still slipping from her lips as her cheeks were feeling like they were on fire.

Y/N turned and waved him off, plucking her wrench and other tools off of the ground, still having laughter erupt from her mouth as she walked away. Snafu just kept enjoying the view of her hips swaying as she walked away. Placing a cigarette between his lips and pulling out some matches. Staring down at the small package that sat in his palm. Remembering that the woman that had just left him completely starstruck. A smile spreading on his lips remembering the stupid little memory.

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Patting down his sides, looking for something to light the stick of nicotine that rested between his lips. But he couldn't feel one thing. Strings of swears spilled out of Snafu's mouth as he just kept searching. It had been a long day, the sun had just went down and the heat had began going away. The crave of the nicotine hit him as he just reached his foxhole when night hit, the stress of the day finally washing over him.

"Hey, Sledge," he whispered to the Marine besides him. Who seemed to be sleeping. He pushed his shoulder lightly, seeing if he would move or wake up. Nothing. He grunted slightly and pushed his shoulder again, this time a little harder. "Sledgehammer! Wake the fuck up!" The Cajun whisper-shouted. With one more hard push, the fellow Mortar-man shot awake. Grabbing his rifle that rested besides him quickly, his eyes wide but still filled with exhaustion. And a slight string of fear. Snafu placed his hand on his shoulder, trying to tell him that there wasn't any threat and he could relax.

"Relax, Sledge. Just need to know if you got any matches or a damn lighter on you," he asked, voice sounding almost desperate. The other Marine just yawned and shook his head slightly.

"Sorry man, I don't smoke so I don't have either one," was all he said before rolling back over and falling asleep. Snafu huffed as the itch within him to have a smoke just kept messing with him. Throwing his head back and huffing loudly. That was until the sound of someone dropping into the foxhole caught his attention. His head snapped to look at a rather tired looking female who let out a sigh and looked over at him.

"Need matches?" she asked softly. Noticing the cigarette dangling between his lips and the look of aggravation written on his features. His eyes widened as he nodded quickly. Y/N giggled softly as she dug into one of the pockets on her trousers. Pulling out the pack of matches and holding the small package up to show it to him. She watched as he reached for it, but yanked her hand back when he just almost grasped it. He let out a grunt as he glared at the woman who was deciding to play around.

"What?" she asked playfully. Snafu actually gave a small plead with his eyes. Y/N rolled her eyes and tossed him the small thing of matches. Laughing softly as she watched him tear open the pack like a wild animal to grab a match and quickly light it and light up his cancer stick.

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A pat on the shoulders brought Snafu out of the memory daze he was in. He looked over to the side of his shoulder, his eyes meeting one of his close buddies Eugene Sledge. He had a small smile on his face as his eyes darted between him and the female who was now far away.

"You done annoying her?" he asked jokingly. Knowing all about his feelings for the female. Snafu scoffed and turned to look at Sledge, a small smirk quirked up onto his lips.

"'Annoy'? I am not annoying her, I'm winning her over!" he spoke as he picked up his rifle and started walking the opposite way with his battle buddy. Who just laughed at his comment and shook his head. As they walked, they chatted.

"You really like her, don't you Snafu?" asked Sledge with a smile wide on his lips. Snafu chuckled, thinking for a moment. A small sigh left his lips as he lit the cigarette that rested on his lips. Taking a long drag and letting the nicotine filled smoke flow around his lungs for a second or two before exhaling it out into the atmosphere.

"I'm telling you, Sledgehammer. That is my future wife right there," he retorted. Sledge just let out another laugh, shaking his head slightly. He opened his mouth to say something, but they sound of a loud bang like something exploding was heard. Causing the two Marines to jump and look in the direction of the small explosion. Assuming the worst they quickly ran over to that direction of the sound.

When Sledge and Snafu reached the spot, they exhaled a small sigh of relief as they realized that it wasn't any enemy artillery rounds, and no one looked injured or dead. Surveying the small area that more Marines came to observe, Snafu noticed a familiar female, with black soot on the front of her body. She lifted up a pair of goggled that had left huge rings of where now soot was. Y/N looked like a reverse raccoon. The thought caused Snafu to laugh slightly. That was until he saw one of the newer Marines that was probably fresh out of boot camp that stood a few feet from her.

See, what happened was Y/N was asked to fix on the new Mortar squads Mortar due to a jam. A small shell was lodged within it. And while Y/N was busy trying to fix the mistake caused by the two privates, one of them was talking her ear off. Trying to catch her attention by complimenting her, boasting about himself and how many Japs he killed. Y/N could care less honestly, she was older than the private and had more rank than him. So she just ignored him, working carefully as she tried to dislodge the Mortar round. Knowing fully well that the slightest hit the wrong way onto the round that it could go off.

Though, the tuning out of the young Marine seemed to have worked for a while. It was until he placed a hand on her shoulder suddenly. Causing the female Marine to jump and her screw driver hit the tip of Mortar shell. Y/N immediately jumped back. "Shit!" she yelled, grabbing the private and yanking him away from the Mortar. And in seconds, that shell busted within the artillery machine. Completely breaking the Mortar and causing the loud yet small explosion. Dirt and soot covered the two.

Anger radiated off of the woman as she pushed herself upwards of the ground, lifting her protective goggles onto the top of her head. She huffed loudly as she stood herself up, looking around at the crowd that was now forming. This made it even worse. But, the private didn't stop there.

"Damn, Corporal. I got you falling for me. Maybe I can help you get cleaned up," he smirked. The female Marine just sat there in anger, yet in awe at the fact on how this Marine was acting. Like he didn't almost just blow her up. She slammed her wrench on the ground and began marching up to him. Planning on stinking his head in the blown up Mortar. But was stopped short with a hand wrapping around her waist and pulling her back shortly. Her gaze went up to stare at the person that held her waist tightly. Of course, there stood Snafu. Whose eyes were locked on the new recruit that stood just feet in front of him.

"Hey, Devil Dog. Don't you ever listen? You could've killed little old, L/N. She is one of the smartest we got. Let me catch you," he looked around at the rest of the new recruits, "Let me catch anyone of you rookies, talking to my girl like that. And or nearly kill her. It won't be no Jap that guts you like a pig," he fumed, his eyes dark.

The look of a smug, flirty Marine quickly faded into a intimidated and scared look as his mouth clamped shut and nodded fearfully. Snafu smirked as he looked at a few other Marines. "Clear this shit up, make sure nothing else with these dumb asses happens. I'm taking her to get checked out by the Corpsman," Snafu ordered as he pushed Y/N along. Who was trying protest, but Snafu was having none of it.

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"God damn it, Snafu! I can take care of myself!" Y/N shouted, finally pushing away from the Marine. She huffed, her chest heaving. Adrenaline still coursed through her veins. She tore off her goggles that rested on her head and through them to the side as she walked into her little hut. Snafu following along side her. Totally ignoring the anger she faced towards him at the moment. She grabbed an old rag and immediately began vigorously scrubbing at the dirt and black soot that was on her arms and face.

"Now now, Y/N. You keep scrubbing that hard you are gonna ruin that beautiful skin of yours. Why don't I help you-" he flirted. Y/n grunted loudly and stomped her foot.

"God, Merriel! Why are you so... so-" Snafu saw this chance of her stutter to approach her, a small smirk on his face as usual. Grabbing the rag and taking her arm, wiping down her arm softly. Instead of being so rough and tough like he usually was, it made Y/N's anger melt away so fast, it confused her. Her eyes landed on the hand that held her arm and watched as he softly scrubbed. Her lips hung open, not knowing what to say.

"So, gentle all of a sudden..." she finished. Her eyes went back up to his. Gulping slightly.

"I can be gentle. Sometimes," his voice raspy, just how she liked it. She chuckled softly, not really knowing what to do. The female Marine just leaned back against a small table, allowing Merriel to continue what he was doing. Not at all disliking the softer attention she was receiving from the rough Marine.

"You know, Snafu. I don't mind you calling me your girl. I quite like it, actually," she smiled as the Infantryman looked up at her with his eyes. He smirked and looked back down at what he was doing.

"Then I'll be glad to continue saying it."

#the pacific #the pacific imagine #HBO Series #hbo #hbo war #hbo imagine #hbo war imagines #Snafu Shelton #snafu x reader #snafu #Merriell Shelton #merriel shelton imagines #snafu imagines #imagines #x reader

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imaginesbymk · 1 year

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IMAGINE — BEING KILLED IN ACTION, WHICH TEARS EUGENE AND SNAFU’S FRIENDSHIP APART.

[x] NON REQUESTED

“WOULD you quit giving me that fuckin’ look?” Snafu grunted at his best friend.

“Why?” Eugene snapped, the Japanese bayonet he was about to bring home as a souvenir was now thrown onto the ground. “At least I’m lookin’ out for everyone. You just looked the other way.”

“I didn’t do shit!” Snafu shouts, attracting the company’s attention. “And neither did you! It’s not my fault that y/n got killed!”

“You looked the other way!” Eugene cries.

“It wasn’t my fucking fault, Sledge!” He cries back.

“It’s no one’s fault but theirs!” The boys looked up at the elevated hill made of mud and dirt. Burgin’s authoritative voice overpowered them. It pained him to see his two friends take their anger and heartbreak out on each other, and losing humanity was the last thing he wanted for someone like Eugene.

But seeing you get hit by that sniper changed Eugene forever—creating a chain reaction of his friendship with Snafu. “Now both of you, shut up!”

#the pacific x reader #the pacific imagines #the pacific imagine #hbo the pacific #the pacific gif #eugene sledge #snafu shelton #reader insert #gif imagine #the pacific gif imagine

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sherlollydramoine · 4 years

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What is Rami (and any of the Ramigos) favorite thing to do in bed?

I almost jokingly answered 'sleep' but I decided to not be a smartass:

Rami: Anything that brings his partner pleasure. His favorite thing is to make love to his partner and then cuddle and fall asleep tangled together.

Snafu: Anything but sleep. Hands and mouth going everywhere that his partner allows. He's had to build a custom sturdier bedframe because his voracious sexual appetite has broken more bedframes than he'd like to admit

Ahkmenrah: a lot like Rami in that his pleasure most of the time comes secondary to that of his partner. When he gets Ina 'Kingly' mood however, he is very demanding and can be a little rougher with his partner.

Finn: Willing to experiment but might be a lil on the shy side. He will take charge when he is in the mood. He loves going down on his partner and loves when she sits on his face.

MM Elliot: Doesn't really have the most active of sexual appetites but a good bj once in a while might stave off the constant thoughts going on in his head. He's more than happy to use toys on his partner to keep them satisfied and will occasionally have it in him to give her a good and proper fuck.

Benjamin: Since most of his partners are not vampires he has to be very delicate and careful with them. He's a thorough lover. Wants his partner to be satisfied in whatever way he feels he can oblige. He also loves to be submissive with his partners and loves allowing his partner to feel like they've got complete control over him, even though he can bust out of the restraints with an ease that would startle any human.

Dega: He is definitely a make love kind of guy. He isn't too experimental.

Jonah: is usually too exhausted to do more than have some super soft sleepy sex. When he's had proper rest and after his daughter is down for the night, he will love his partner fully and properly.

I know I'm missing some of the Ramigos but I hope this satisfies.

#rami malek #rami malek smut #rami malek imagine #rami malek blurb #elliot alderson #rami malek characters #Ahkmenrah #Elliot Alderson #merriel snafu shelton #snafu #snafu shelton #Finn #need for speed #louis dega #papillion #Benjamin #twilight #Jonah #busters mal heart

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akhmenawkward · 4 years

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Pick-Up Lines: Snafu x Reader

Request: Can you do one with Snaf where he uses some godawful pickup line on the reader and she surprises him by responding with an even worse one and then they get to know each other *wiggles brows* por favor

You took another drag of the cigarette in your hand. The smoke slowly escaping your parted lips, and fading into the air. You tipped it with your finger, letting the excess ashes fall to the ground.

With your knee folded over the other, and your elbow leaning on your thigh, you waited for the train to arrive. You ignored the stares and whistles coming from the group of marines next to you, and continued to listen to your friends. You rolled your eyes as you saw Stacy next to you, pushing her chest forwards and arching her back, as a marine approached your group of friends.

He inspected every one of you separately, before eventually turning to you. You looked up at him with a bored expression, and raised an eyebrow at him. Stacy nudges you with her elbow, but you ignored it and motioned for the guy to speak.

“Aye Baby, I’m no weather man, but you can expect more than a few inches tonight.”

You heard your friends gasp, but you just stood up. Your chest was almost against his, and he couldn’t help but give you a quick glance. You avoided eye contact as you took another drag of your cig, before blowing the smoke in his face. He flinched and waved the smoke away but kept eye contact, until you pushed him away.

“Is that the best you can do? Keep moving, soldier.”

His smirk turned into scowl, and you could hear his friends call you out. You smirked and gave them a glance, before sitting back down next to your friends. They all stared at you with wide eyes, and you gave them a shrug.

“Y/n, baby, what the hell was that?”

You turned towards Bella, who almost looked offended at your behavior.

“You seriously think I’d feel flattered? He was just trying to show off.”

They just scoffed, and turned away from you. You were used to them acting like this. They would screw every marine who they could get their hands on, and most of them were already known for the number of guys they’d slept with. They were great friends, really, always looking out for you and trying to find you a cute marine. However, the whole “looking for a man” thing, tired you. Every marine was the same. Looks and personality never of their own. Misogynistic and full of pride.

You sighed in relieve when the train finally arrived, and you quickly got up from your seat. You threw the rest of your cigarette to the ground, stepping on it as you walked towards the entrance of the train. It opened its doors, and you stepped into one of the compartments, while your friends followed you.

You sat down in one of the booths, making some space for your friends to join.

“There are a lot of cute marines, don’t ya think?” They whispered to which you just nodded, offering your friend a fake smile, before staring out the window.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed another group of marines, entering the compartment. You accidentally made eye contact with one of them, and you though he was rather handsome. His striking blue eyes stared back at yours, and on his tan complexion appeared a smirk. He gave you a slight nod, and you returned it. He sat on one of the booths at the end of the path, facing you. You felt a smile creep up on your face, and you quickly looked down at the table.

Perhaps not every marine.

“Y/n, why don’t you get us some drinks?” Bella, who had caught the interaction asked. You nodded, and your friends moved, so you could easily slid out of the booth. You walked towards the most near bar, which so happened to be in another compartment. As you walked down the path, you had to pass the handsome guy’s booth, and when you passed it, you could hear someone else get up too.

You could already guess who it could be, and you bit your lip to hide the smirk on your face. As you were just about to step into another compartment, you were grabbed by your wrist and spun around. You gasp as you were trapped against the wall, with hands on either side of your head. You looked up, and right into the beautiful blue eyes of the guy from before. He smirked down at you, before speaking with a thick Cajun accent.

“Well, here I am Ma’am. What were your other 2 wishes?”

You scoffed at his words, fixing his collar before boldly looking right into his striking blue eyes. His pick-up line was bad, meaning you could only one up him.

“You're looking pretty cute, soldier. Wanna know what would look even better on you?”

He hummed in response, not taking his eyes off you for a single second.

“Me.”

He returned the chuckle. the vibrations in his voice causing shivers on your skin He took his time to inspect your appearance. his eyes travel from your face, down to your body, shamelessly seeing what he’s dealing with. His gaze had your insecurity act up, and you folded your arms over your chest as your eyes demanded attention.

“The name’s Muriel, but you can call me Snafu. Remember it, ‘cause you’ll be screaming it all night.”

Your eyes widened at his sentence, and your mouth fell agape with a scoff at his bold statement. Snafu eyed your parted lips and quickly continued.

“Is that an invite?”

You were slightly confused by his words, but before you knew it, he had placed his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, and were slightly taken back by the sudden gesture. His hands were on your waist, adding some pressure, making you squeal. He chuckled into the kiss, and pulled away after a good minute of locking lips.

“I would have asked you to jump, but lets save that for tonight. What’s your name, princess?”

This was the only time you had agreed on sleeping with a guy, but something about him told you this wasn’t going to be a one-night stand.

“Y/n.”

“And where are you headed, Y/n?”

Eyes inspect his figure. Hand run up his chest, to tease the man before you. Leaning closer, your breath hits his ear as you speak.

“Home... I could use some company though. It gets awfully lonely...” You place your knees between his legs, and he jumps slightly at the touch. “My stop is Govern’s road...”

“What a coincidence, I just decided that’s my stop as well...”

He smirked, before taking a step back, to give you some space so you could pass him. You nodded and thanked him. You sway your hips not so subtly as you pass him, and he whistles as you make your way towards the bar.

“Such luck... I’ll see you there then.” You blow him a kiss, before turning towards the bartender. Snafu watches you before biting his lip with a smile and returning to his friends. They smirk as he sits down, and he leans forward to whisper something to them.

“I guess not all babes are the same after all.”

#Snafu Shelton #snafu shelton imagine #snafu shelton x reader #the pacific #the pacific imagine #the pacific x reader #imagine

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auroralightsthesky · 3 years

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We Will Go Home Part 3

The raucous VJ Day celebrations were sure to continue well into the night, at least if the regiment had any say in it.

Sledge, Burgie, Snafu and Jenny were still in disbelief that Japan had officially surrendered after four long years of fighting.....but they had....unconditionally.

Music played over the loudspeakers in the camp while flares served as makeshift fireworks, lighting up the night sky and the black ocean that pulled up and away from the shore. “Well,” Burgie said, pulling a large bottle out of his pack. “My first official act of peacetime.”

The bottle was passed around between the three, each of them taking a swig, one for themselves and one more for all those who had either gone stateside to heal and those who hadn’t made it this far.

“Who the fuck woulda thought we’d make it here?” Snafu said. “I mean look at us, Burgie’s drinkin, Sledgehamma’s already a dad......what next? Jay’s gonna come and tell us that he knocked up Rachel?”

Burgie brought his booted foot right down on Snafu’s toes, prompting the curly little cretin to yelp and Sledge to laugh. “The fuck’s wrong with you?” Snafu questioned.

“Alot of things,” Burgie chuckled. “I just don’t care to name all of them.”

Jenny made her way over to the rock with little Franny in her arms, the child wrapped in a clean blanket instead of the raggy cloth she had been found in. “Well, well, well,” Sledge remarked as he climbed down the rock and made his way over. “There’s my two favorite girls.”

Jenny laughed, tossing her blonde braid over her shoulder. “I come bearing good news Gene,” she said.

“And?”

“I spoke with the higher ups,” Jenny explained. “And Franny is officially ours.”

A huge grin crawled across Eugene’s face as he drew his girls close to him and planting a kiss on Jenny’s lips. The day couldn’t have been better. The war was over and Sledge had gained so much more than he had ever hoped to have in his entire life.

*********

The train rattled along the rails, the outside world passing by in a blur. The morning and early afternoon had gone well enough, the four of them enjoying the last journey home together. Burgie had gotten off first when they had arrived in Texas and Snafu being the last of the group to step off when they reached New Orleans. Eugene and Jenny had been sad to see them go, but Burgie and Snafu had both promised to head their way when Jenny and Gene’s wedding rolled around. Jay had written them a letter two weeks before they had left China, taking up Sledge’s offer to be Franny’s godfather when the time came and hadn’t failed to mention that when he and Rachel tied the knot, they too would be invited.

“Mobile!” a voice announced. “Last stop here for Mobile, Alabama.”

“Looks like that’s us,” Eugene said.

Jenny slid her bag out from under her seat while Eugene grabbed his things from the top rack. He took Jenny’s bag, making it easier for her to carry Franny, the two of them stepping out into the bright Alabama sunlight and onto the train platform.

“I hope someone will be here to meet us,” Jenny said, straightening her peach colored sundress. “Not that I mind walking home, but you’re probably exhausted.”

“Jenny it’s not a big deal,” Sledge told her. “You and I spent months humpin’ up hills on Peleliu and Okinawa. Walking from here to the house isn’t the worst thing we’ve done.”

Jenny laughed but suddenly her eyes went wide, her hand abruptly covering her mouth to keep from screaming or startling Franny. Eugene was overjoyed when he saw the familiar faces of Sid and Mary standing by the car, waving to them, the four friends rushing towards each other and embracing as though they had been separated for a lifetime.

“Didn’t think ya’ll were comin home,” Sid said to Gene as they piled their luggage in the trunk.

“Neither did I,” Eugene replied. “But I guess the delay was worth it.”

“Man I can’t believe Mary and I have a niece already,” Sid chuckled. “If ya’ll still need another set of godparents we’ll offer.”

“Will do Sid,” Eugene said. “But for now I think we oughtta get home.”

The four of them climbed into the car and rode for home, leaving the station behind them and eager to catch up on what they had missed. Sid and Gene talked back and forth about the war, both the good and the bad while Jenny and Mary talked in the back seat with Franny nestled safely in Jenny’s lap. Mary couldn’t get enough of Franny, making her giggle and melting as her eyes lit up at the sight of her new aunt.

“Sid can we take her home?” Mary jokingly asked.

“No,” Sid replied. “Gene will kill us if we do.”

“Nah,” Eugene replied. “If anything ya’ll can have her on the weekends.”

The whole way back to the house, the four friends enjoyed themselves until at last they reached home. Jenny and Gene gathered their things and bid farewell to Sid and Mary before making their way to the Sledge house with Franny in tow.

“You ok?” Eugene asked when he saw the nervous look on Jenny’s face.

“I’ll be fine,” Jenny said. “Just not sure what your mother will say when she realizes she already has a granddaughter.”

Eugene assured her that everything would turn out perfectly fine but the thin little thread of doubt lingered in the back of Jenny’s mind as Eugene quietly opened the door front door. Ruth, the family maid had nearly gasped when she saw the two but Eugene quickly put a finger to his lips, warning her to be quiet. A huge grin broke over her face as Eugene crept his way into the house, his feet falling from heel to toe as he made his way to the dining room.

He found her in the alcove room, putting away the good china in the hutch, but he didn’t dare make any sudden moves or noises. Mary Frank shut the cabinet door and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the reflection in the glass. When she turned around a small cry of joy escaped her throat as she wrapped her arms around Eugene, relieved that he had made it home alive.

“Oh sweetheart I never thought you’d be home!” she cried.

“Neither did I Momma,” Eugene laughed as a tear rolled from his eyes.

Eugene’s father emerged from his office a moment later, glad to see his son and surprised that Eugene had gone from a frail boy into a man in the three years he had been away. “You did good son,” he said. “My God I don’t think half the people in Mobile would recognize you if they saw you.”

Eugene laughed, knowing his father was right. But that didn’t matter to him. What mattered was being able to catch up on what he and Jenny had missed.

“I uh....I brought a little something back for the both of you,” Eugene said. “Momma, I don’t know what you’ll think but.....”

“Oh Gene don’t worry about it,” Mary Frank assured him. “Whatever it is I’m sure it isn’t anything to fret over.”

Jenny silently entered the room, still nervous as her heels clicked on the hard wood floors. “Hi Mary Frank,” she said timidly.

“Eugene I....”

“Momma,” Eugene said. “I want ya’ll to meet your granddaughter.”

A look of shocked surprised crossed Mary Frank’s face as Jenny carefully placed Franny in the arms of her grandmother. Eugene could see the tears misting over in his mother’s eyes as Franny looked up at her. “Oh Eugene,” his mother said. “She’s beautiful.”

“How did she come to you two?” his father enquired.

“Okinawa,” Eugene said, his tone still heavy with the memory of the day he had found Franny.

“Her birth parents?”

Eugene’s eyes shut as he let forth a heavy sigh. He didn’t want to tell his mother and father what had happened to Franny’s birth parents.

“Well.....either way,” Mary Frank said. “She’s a part of this family now and nothing is going to change that.”

Eugene and Jenny couldn’t have been happier. Jenny’s nervousness washed away the minute she saw her future mother in law doting over Franny. Neither of them would have had it any other way.

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5 years later- June, 1950

“Ok all of you get close together now,” Eugene ordered.

Wrangling them all together was an absolute nightmare. Sid and Mary’s twin boys, Jay’s son Dylan, Snafu’s son Louis and the housekeeper’s grandson, Theo, didn’t want to sit still long enough for Eugene to take the picture. Only Burgie’s daughter and Franny seemed to be behaving themselves.

Their extended family had grown strong and had continued in the five years that Gene and Jenny had been married. Sid and Mary had had Noah and Henry not too long after Eugene and Jenny’s wedding and had named both of them as the godparents. Just like their father and uncle, the gruesome twosome had a knack for getting into trouble and mischief.

Dylan had put in an appearance that same summer, born on Jay’s birthday which had been the hottest night of that year. He was quiet, but like Henry and Noah, he often got himself into more trouble than was worth. When he had been learning to walk, Jay had chased him all the way down to the river near Eugene’s place and had scooped him up before he could fall in.

Snafu hadn’t failed to tell Eugene that after he and his girl, Ruth Kirkorian, had married that Gene and Jenny would once more be aunt and uncle to another K-Company brat. Living on the bayou however, hadn’t proven an easy feat for Snafu’s girl who had known her home neighborhood in New Jersey much better than Louisiana. But despite all that had happened to his mother and father, Ruth and Snafu had given their son what they could and more.

Theo had grown up with Franny while his grandmother still worked for Gene’s family. Eugene had remembered the night Theo’s father, a Tuskegee Airman, had come home. Ruth had almost had a heart attack, seeing her son in his dress uniform and the silver star pinned to his jacket. Eugene was proud of him and Theo, prouder still as he held onto the toy airplane he held in his hands.

But it was Franny that had grown the most. Eugene couldn’t believe that five years ago she had been a war orphan, found in the bombed out ruins of a house on the island of Okinawa and now here she was, perched on the fence in the backyard with her cousins. This was the life she had....and the life she deserved.

“Alright all of ya’ll smile,” Gene told them.

The kids sat still long enough for Eugene to get the snapshot he wanted and in no time at all, they were off running across the grounds and down to the pond to catch frogs.

“Ya’ll think it’s a good idea to let’em on down there?” Burgie asked nervously as he watched his daughter running close beside Franny.

“They’ll be at that until sunset,” Eugene told him. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Thank God it’s the pond and not the river,” Jay said. “I swear, if I have to fish Dylan out of the water I’ll never hear the end of it from Rachel.”

“At least they ain’t gittin into somethin worse,” Snafu drawled.

“Even if they did, just let’em,” Sid said. “Kids oughtta be kids for as long as they can.”

All of them continued to watch the kids as the hot Alabama sun hung over their heads and warmed them from head to toe. The postwar years had been unbelievably good to them......hard, but good. All of them had built lives for themselves from the ground up, had fought a war and come home in one piece, struggled and strived for the things that had meant the most to them. But now that peace had come, they could at last enjoy the great respite of freedom...from this day, until the very end.

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