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multifandomlover01 · 1 year

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I’ll Wait For You

2022 HBOWARDAILY Secret Santa

For @imaginesbymk

Surprise! I’m your secret Santa!

I intended to do both of your prompts but was only able to do one by the deadline, but I would be more than happy to still write the other one if you’d like

I went with the Pavuvu prompt and chose Snafu

“The reader is a Navy nurse at Pavuvu and she falls in love with Snafu. Snafu and Reader constantly flirt with each other until they're sent off to fight again. Snafu promises that if he makes it back, he'll take her out on a date back in America, and he does when it’s 1945.”

Word count: ~ 3,401

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November 1944, Pavuvu

When you and the other Navy nurses first heard you’d be getting time off of the hospital ship you were stationed on, you were very happy. You were less happy about your destination, however, once you were told what it was. You’d be going to Pavuvu to offer some reprieve and help to the Marines fresh from the fight on Peleliu, which had been nothing less than absolutely awful.

You were happy to do something, anything for the morale of someone of the armed forces, Marines in this particular case. Goodness knows they needed their spirits lifted.

As you and your fellow nurses offloaded from the ship, you were greeted by a Lieutenant who directed you to his Battalion medical tent.

From there you were told that the first thing you were there to do was boost the morale of the Marines by serving them cold lemonade.

You didn’t know what to expect when you started to hand out the lemonade to the Marines. But somehow it was much worse. They looked much worse than you ever could’ve imagined they would have.

They looked at you and the other nurses. But they weren’t really looking at you. You had thought maybe one or two of them would ogle one or two of you. But none of them did. They seemed to be more occupied by their shock to your presence. They seemed to look right through you as they looked at you. It’s like you weren’t really there. They certainly couldn’t believe that you were.

You all tried to be as friendly as possible. You smiled at them but it soon faded as they stared blankly at you as they took their lemonade sullenly and passed you. They continued to stare at you and at the lemonade like they couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

One blonde Marine (his hair was so dirty and mostly hidden under his helmet that he could’ve been a redhead, you couldn’t quite tell) asked what you nurses were doing here.

“Just offering you gents something nice.” Your friend said as she offered him some lemonade.

“It’s the least we could do.” You said as you handed a cup to his friend beside him. He smiled as you and scanned your face as he took the cup from you, your hands skimming over each other for a second. He was checking you out. You were probably the first women he’d seen in a long time, so you tried not to let it bother you. And maybe he wasn’t even checking you out. Maybe he was still trying to determine that what he was seeing was really there.

“Okay, Marines. You’ve had your look-see. Now move along.”

It was the Lt. that had been supervising you. You noticed he was much cleaner and fresher than the Marines you were handing out lemonade to. He had not been on Peleliu. He was a new officer in this unit. He’d mentioned he when he met the nurses and was explaining what you’d be doing.

The two Marines in front of you and your friend looked at him like they’d been looking at you. Like he was a stranger, something alien, almost. And that was understandable from their perspective. They’d just been fighting months. And they’d finally be getting a reprieve again here in Pavuvu. And one of the first things that happens is they get razzed by their Lt. for looking too long at the nurses, something they hadn’t really even been doing. They were exhausted. They deserved a little slack anyway.

The Lt. soon realized his mistake and his smirk disappeared from his face. The two Marines drank their lemonade quickly and moved on from the line. You and the nurses continued to hand lemonade out to the marines, but that incident stuck with you for the rest of the day.

The next day, you got the next assignment for Pavuvu. You’d be assisting the corpsman in reevaluating the medical situation. They’d lost a few medical personnel on Pavuvu and there were still soldiers with injuries not major enough to get them evacuated to a field hospital, but bad enough to have to be looked after by the corpsmen. You were to assist with that as well.

And it’s not like Pavuvu didn’t present a completely safe environment for the marines. There were two or three in everyday about minor injuries sustained from crab pinches as well as other things not related to combat but inescapable as long as they were in the South Pacific.

A little while after you had settled into working with the medical staff on Pavuvu, the Marine you’d given lemonade to on your first day wondered into the tent. He scanned the tent until his eyes landed on you. He scrunched his nose in confusion for a second before recognition seemed to dawn on him. He made his way towards you.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Is it medically related?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes.”

“Are my eyes yellow?” He took a step closer to you, too close for your comfort, so you took a step back.

“Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll take a look?”

“Thank you.” He smiled as he sat on a raised cot.

You smiled back before you gathered some supplies and stood before him. You shined a flashlight in his eyes, which made him wince and look away from you.

“You’re going to have to let me look at your eyes if I am to determine whether or not you have jaundice.”

“Why you gotta shine that light in my eye?”

“Because it’s dark in here and it allows me to see better.”

“What if I can’t see?”

“You’re not the one trying to determine if someone has jaundice.”

“That light’s gonna blind me, doll.”

“Not if it’s just for a few seconds.”

You grabbed his jaw and moved his face so he was looking at you. You shined the light in his eyes briefly before putting the flashlight away, all the while still holding his head still. He took notice of this.

“Your eyes aren’t yellow. Your skin doesn’t appear yellow either. I don’t think you have jaundice.”

“Are you sure?”

“Quite.”

He remained seated as you began to put away your supplies.

“Will that be all? Or was there something else?”

The marine looked at you again, more purposefully than before. His eyes scanned your face and the length of your body. He was shamelessly checking you out. And this time you were sure of it because he should’ve had enough time to get over the shock of seeing nurses.

“If there isn’t anything else…” you were getting a bit impatient with him at this point.

“You’re really pretty, you know that?” A smirk adorned his face. You didn’t know whether to kiss or smack it off. You said nothing in reply. You continued to put your supplies away and walked away from him to put them up. His eyes followed you.

“If there isn’t anything else, why’re you sticking around?”

“Cause you’re pretty.”

You rolled your eyes as you turned to face him, the smirk still on his face. No one had ever told you that you were pretty. So you didn’t really know how to respond to it.

“I’d go if I were you, before a corpsman comes in here and kicks you out.”

“I ain’t afraid of no corpsman. I’d like to see him try to kick me out.”

This statement worried you a bit. How were you going to get him out of here, then?

“Would you go if I asked you to go?”

“I’d be a shame, but I’d do anything you asked me to, boo.”

The smirk turned into a goofy smile. He was being serious. As you looked at him looking at you, you had second thoughts about asking him to leave. You wondered why that was. You hardly knew this man. You didn’t even know his name.

“I don’t even know your name. Y-you don’t even know mine. I don’t know you and you don’t know me.”

“My name’s Merriell Shelton. And I’d like to get to know you. Why don’t we start with your name.”

“Y/N L/N.”

“Pretty name for a pretty gal.”

You avoided his gaze as he continued to smile at you.

“You don’t have anything else you could be doing right now?”

“Ain’t got nothing better to do than sit right here and talk with ya, doll.”

“Great,” you muttered under your breath. He didn’t seem to catch it. He just continued smiling at you.

You continued putting supplies away. If he had nothing better to do than be here and talk to you, why shouldn’t you talk to him.

You sighed and sat beside him.

“Where are you from?”

“Louisiana. I’m Cajun.”

“I could tell.”

“How come?”

“Your accent.”

“What about you?”

“[Your hometown].”

“Is it nice there?”

“Nicer than it is here. Although I suppose anything is nicer than here.”

That got a laugh from him.

“You’re funny, too.”

“Not very.”

“Aw, don’t sell yourself short, sweetheart.”

“May I ask you why you’re so intent on complimenting me as well as getting to know me?”

Shelton shrugged.

“You’ve caught my attention, is all. I can’t really explain it. You’re sweet. You’re pretty.”

You smiled.

“Thank you. You’re pretty sweet yourself.”

“How about handsome?” He asked hopefully.

“It’s a little hard to tell. But if you had a nice shower and fresh clothes…that might be a different story.”

“I know what you mean. Looks aren’t everything, though.”

“No. They’re not.” You agreed.

“Although I can tell you’ve got looks as well as a personality.”

“As far as I know, you do too.”

“So you do think I’m handsome?” That goofy smile of his was back.

“Might as well give you the benefit of the doubt until I’m proven otherwise.”

“That’s fair enough.”

You smiled at him as he smiled at you.

Maybe Merriell Shelton wasn’t as bad as you initially thought he was.

You ended up having an extended conversation with him, actually growing to like him very much.

He would “bump” into you on as many occasions as possible while you were on Pavuvu together and you’d just talk and talk and laugh and smile. This ended up being several months. And you two had a nice back and forth going, much to the annoyance of Merriell’s friends. But he didn’t seem to care all that much about them. He cared more about you. And this surprised him. You felt different than any girl he’d ever flirted with. Were you the one for him? Baby steps. Baby steps. He hadn’t even taken you out on a date yet. And Pavuvu was no place for that. He’d have to do it when he got home…if he got home. If you’d still have him.

It was only a matter of time before he’d be sent off to storm some beach somewhere. And he was right. They would be off again very soon.

He came to see you in the medical tent before he left.

“I’m gonna be leavin’. Dunno if they’re gonna send us back here afterwards or if I’m even gonna-“

“Stop that. Don’t say that.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t wanna think about it either.”

“If I don’t see you again, look me up when you get back, ok? I’ll wait for you.”

You hurriedly grabbed a pencil and paper and wrote down your address and phone number. You folded it and put it in his pocket. You stayed close to him and kissed his cheek.

“I expect to see you again, Shelton. You still haven’t taken me out on a date. So don’t get yourself killed, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He saluted you. You saluted him back.

You both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, not quite sure what to do. You suddenly rushed forward and threw your arms around him. His arms went around your waist and he held you tightly to him. He wanted to remember everything about you while you were apart. He wanted to remember what you smelled like, what you looked like, what you sounded like.

You two just stayed like that, holding each other for the longest time before you finally pulled away. Merriell looked sadly at you until you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. He reciprocated it immediately, arms still holding you tightly to him.

“That’s to remember me by.” You said as you pulled away from him again.

The Lt. (Mac) came by and told Shelton to get his butt ready to leave. You looked at each other one more time before he finally left the tent. And you remained.

The powers that be decided that the nurses were no longer needed on Pavuvu because there were no Marines there. So they sent you back to your previous assignment when possible. You went back to your hospital ship that ended up being pulled back stateside. It became an ever increasing possibility that you’d never seen Snafu again.

You weren’t even told where he’d gone. You did later learn his division was at Okinawa, but you’d received that information far later than you’d have liked.

You wrote a couple of letters to him but you weren’t sure they ever got to him. You received nothing in reply. But Okinawa wasn’t pleasant, from what you’d read so you didn’t blame him for not having time or not being in the mood to return a letter if he got one. And you could see him not even knowing what to say in a letter to you.

Many agonizing months sitting in a ship off the coast of the US, nowhere near the South Pacific, the war was ended in The Pacific. Japan had surrendered and soldiers were being sent home.

You got discharged and were home long before any of the men from your town. There were lots of men who’d served in Europe who were already home, but those from The Pacific were slowly trickling in.

Many of these men tried to flirt with you whenever you were out and about where they could see you. But you always turned them down. Even though deep down you feared you’d never see him again, you were still holding onto that tiny sliver of hope that Merriell would come home and he’d give you a call or send you a letter letting you know he was ok and that he’d like to take you out on a date.

As the months go by, your hopes diminish. Your family and friends try to reassure you that when he’s back, he’ll come through. And you certainly hope that’s true but you can’t help having doubts.

So you hoped and hoped and hoped until finally one day you receive a letter from Snafu that was addressed to you telling you that he’s back in the States, is good to get a job and very willing to visit if you’ll still have him and take you out on a date. You actually squealed in delight. You couldn’t have run faster to grab a pencil and paper to write back if you had tried to.

You excitedly write that you’re elated that he’s home, good to get a job and especially that he’s willing to make do on his date offer. You obviously accept his offer to visit and take you out. You post the letter immediately and eagerly waited for a response, or better yet him.

A couple of weeks went by and you received no letter from Merriell. Your hopes began to deflate again. He seemed so happy in his letter. What was it about yours that would give him pause? Was your reply not enthusiastic enough? You doubted it. Was it too enthusiastic? Had you scared him off? You didn’t know if that was even possible to do.

While you continued to anxiously wait for anything from him, there was an unexpected knock on the door one day. Nobody was home except you, so you answered it. And you almost fainted.

There stood Merriell Shelton, in the flesh. The clean flesh, you might add. You were right. He was very handsome when he was bathed, had clean, brushed hair, and clean clothes. He wasn’t in uniform, having been officially discharged from the Marines. Instead, he wore jeans and a t-shirt. It was nothing fancy, but you thought it suited him and wouldn’t expect him to be wearing anything else.

“Long time no see, chérie.”

You threw your arms around him.

“Oh! I’m so happy to see you! I thought I’d never see you again!”

“I did promise you a date, didn’t I?”

You smiled.

“You did.”

“And I intend to follow through on that. Here. These are for you.”

You hadn’t even noticed the flowers he was holding. You took them from him.

“Thank you. Would you like to come inside while I find a vase for these and put them in water?”

“I would love to. Thank you, ma’am.”

Snafu followed you and stood in the living room while you went into the kitchen to look for something to put the flowers in.

“Nice place you got here.” Merriell called out to you.

“It’s not really mine. It’s my father’s house.”

You came back into the living room with a vase full of water and the flowers. You set it on your dining room table as the centerpiece. You smiled, greatly satisfied with the vase, the flowers, and the placement.

“He home?”

“No. He’s at work.”

“Oh. So you’re just home all by yourself.”

“Yes.”

“Aren’t you lonely?”

“A little, I guess.”

“Where’s your ma at?”

“She’s out shopping with her friends.”

“You didn’t go with them?”

You shrugged.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t really feel like it.”

“If you don’t feel like going out today, we can go out another time, or just stay in.”

Your heart melted. You hadn’t seen Merriell in such a long time and yet here he was being as sweet as he ever could be. You crossed the floor to stand in front of him. You took his hands into yours.

“If I’m with you, I’m sure I won’t mind being around people as much. I didn’t want to go out before because my mom’s friends always talk to me about things like marriage and kids. And I don’t want to talk about those things.”

“We don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to talk about. I just wanna be with you, chérie. I don’t care what we talk about.”

“Where’d you have in mind to go?”

“I noticed you got a nice park here. And it’s a nice day. Would you wanna go take a walk?”

“I would love to.”

You hadn’t gone to the park since you’d been home, even at the insistence of family and friends to get out and do something. You loved that park. You’d gone there with your parents and friends many times as a kid. And also as a teen. But it reminded you of an innocence you no longer had. It reminded you of a time you could not go back to, no matter how much you wished you could.

But with Merriell, maybe you could make new memories in this park. Memories that would replace the old ones. Maybe you could start a new chapter of your life now with him.

Not that you thought you needed a man. Especially not to heal your wounds. But Merriell was here. And you were already endeared to him. You couldn’t not pursue whatever this thing was that you two had.

As you walked out of the house and to the park a few blocks away, you walked into a new life. A life that was full of joy and wonder. He only hung around for a few days before heading back to Louisiana. But the two of you wrote often.

He made it to you a few more times before telling you the repair company he was with was willing to send him nearer to you to work. He ended up only an hour away from you and you got to see him much more often.

He eventually proposed and moved into an apartment in your town so he commuted an hour for work. When you two finally married, you moved into his apartment with him.

And you both lived happily ever after.

The 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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ballad-of-birdy-lamb · 1 month

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I will soon be adding The Pacific when I’m done watching it since I’ve read all the Robert Leckie fanfics that I know of

#the pacific x reader #the pacific #snafu shelton #eugene sledge #robert leckie #robert leckie x reader #Robert leckie x ME

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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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HBOWarDaily's Short Story Exchange 2023

Show: The Pacific

Ship: Eugene Sledge x Snafu Merriell Shelton

General Reader

For @ahsokatanoss I hope you like it!

An Evening

They crossed the corridor, Eugene in front, Merriell behind. When they reached the door, Eugene moved aside and allowed Merriell to enter his room first. He closed the door behind them. The door made no more noise than the beating of Merriell's heart. Eugene leaned back against the door, hands in his pockets. He was watching Meriell with his eyes. Merriell walked around the room a bit. He picked up a few items on the shelf and looked at them, but he neither saw what he picked up nor was he interested in the decor of the room, just a few pathetic attempts to postpone the inevitable conversation. But somehow someone had to say something, and he knew it had to be him.

''You have a nice room, Sledgehammer.'' His voice came out lower, higher-pitched, and more strained than what he had planned to say in his head. The words almost reached his lips like tiny daggers, creating wounds in his throat. Eugene caught Merriell's eyes on his own and wouldn't let go. He said thank you and waited. He would push Meriell to the end. Merriell looked away. He waited for a few seconds in the middle of the room, looking helplessly at the carpet.

''The food was very nice.'' Again a thank you came from Eugene and he waited again. His eyes are fixed on Merriell. Merriell waited too, the bitter water rising from his stomach to his throat. He finally made up his mind, he could postpone while he ate and chatted with Eugene's family, he could postpone while Eugene's father showed him their land, he could postpone while he listened to his brother reminisce about the war in Europe, but here he was in Eugene's room in Alabama, the two of them alone and he found himself in a kind of trial in Eugene's eyes. He couldn't put it off any longer, feeling like prisoner b5rought tıo court. He had nowhere to run and no excuse to escape. He lifted his eyes from the carpet and stared into the big brown eyes watching him.

''Eugene, I…''

''Why did you come?'' Eugene's voice was angry.

''To see you.'' He looked away, his voice a whisper.

Why? Why did you come to see the man you've seen too much to even say goodbye to? Suddenly, months later?

The anger in Eugene's voice grew with each word, but the anger in his voice couldn't hide the underlying pain. Eugene's pain reached Merriell. Snafu's heart ached again, with pain at the same frequency as Eugene's, a pain that had not stopped since the moment he got off the train.

Eugene rose from where he was leaning and stood upright. He clenched his hands into fists and pressed his nails into his palms.

Ever since they returned - one to Alabama, the other to Louisiana - from the endless forests of the Pacific, its hills, its rains, its muddy soil, and its endless islands that had turned into graveyards Merriell, who had always been overconfident, had been struggling with indecision. Eugene, who had a calm nature since his early youth, was angry. Everything they knew about life was rewritten in the Pacific.

He just couldn't return. He couldn't turn around and couldn't even say goodbye. He couldn't shake his hand and look into his eyes for the last time. He wanted to, but he was undecided and could not do it. His heart couldn't stand it. This was too much. He was asked to realize a reality that had never been more real until the train entered the station. Suddenly, he is asked to leave behind the last years of his life, the person was created from him in the war, the skills he was taught to fight, the brutality, the death, the blood, and the only person he has ever learned to trust and love - Eugene - and return to a life like nothing ever happened, many times he doubted its existence when he was in the muds of Okinawa. Which one was the dream? Louisiana or Okinawa? Which one was the reality?

If he had turned back and said goodbye to Eugene as he got off the train in Louisiana, he would have lost everything. He would lose those times, the times their existence was disgusting but still too valuable to lose, but most importantly, he would lose Eugene forever, his memory.

He was undecided until the last moment. While choosing what to wear - casual clothes, a suit, or even he thought about his marine uniform uniform -, while he was taking his best suit to his sister because he couldn't iron it himself, while taking leave from work, while buying the ticket for the train to Alabama, while waiting for the train to arrive at the station, while getting on the train, while sitting in his seat, while finding Eugene's house, while walking down the road to Eugene's house, while knocking on the door of Eugene's house, and yet he had come this far. Now he was standing in the middle of Eugene's room, looking into his eyes contains anger and pain.

When Eugene got off the train months ago, he didn't think anything, he didn't feel anything. In the months that followed, anger came to visit him. Why didn't he shake him by the shoulder and wake him up? Why hadn't he just woken him and said a goodbye? All this time, they had lived as if they had never met, they have never knew each other? After everything they've been through together in this world, who could understand them better than each other?Why didn't he even wake him up and say goodbye, didn't he even love him that much?

I wish I were like the men who wrote those thick books he saw in Eugene's hands, Merriell thought. Maybe I could explain it then. Snafu had made up his mind. In one breath, he said all the words that suddenly appeared in his mind.

''I couldn't say anything to you that day because I, because you… I can't say goodbye to you. I can't say goodbye to you because if I did, you would leave and I didn't want you to go. I didn't want anything to go away we lived together. I didn't know how to do it.''

Eugene listend him. Now he had figured out how to calm down. He smiled faintly, gently. He looked into the emerald green eyes of the man he loved. His eyes wandered over the dark curly hair falling on his forehead. Almost he had never seen him so helpless before.

''If you had woken me up, we would have found a way together. Don't run away from me, Snafu.''

''Never again. I am not going anywhere.''

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Afterblunts

Happy Valentines Day! Visiting once more with our main man Stoner!Snaf (I will eventually write other characters but today is not that day I'm sorry I love him very much). Can be read as a continuation of Watch Me and Stoners but could be read as a stand-alone as well. Enjoy!

Pairing: Merriell Shelton / Female Reader

Warnings: This is....filthy. 18+ Minors DNI. Unprotected sex (don't be dumb wrap it up), Recreational drug use (smoke responsibly), Cockwarming, dirty talk, Merriell being a sex god you know how it goes.

Word Count: 2.7K

Tags: @edteche2 @xmxisxforxmaybe @diasimar @txmel @paradoxicaltornado @404-not-found-xix @sherlollydramoine @itswormtrain @gloriousangelsdarkworld (I'm sorry I'm awful for keeping updated tag lists so pls lmk if you want to be added or taken off)

“How haven’t we done this before?”

His voice carries over your senses, not quite pulling you out of the absolute bliss you’re feeling but loud enough that his voice cuts through your stream of consciousness like a hot knife through butter. Your body is humming. That’s the best way to describe it. You feel like you’re floating, with the way the weed is giving you a major body high and his cock nudged right up against your sweet spot, you’re suspended in pleasure. Not moving. Not yet.

Your brain slowly, like molasses, tunes back to the present moment; Merriell beneath you, a lit, but dwindling, joint in his hand, the warm, dim lighting of the room reflecting deliciously off his tanned skin. He’s looking up at you, eyes glazed and running slowly from where he’s attached to you all the way up to your eyes. His free hand rubs your thigh absentmindedly. He’s not trying to persuade you into moving or to settle you down, it just feels nice. You’d say it was intimate but the way he’s looking at you is nothing less than primal.

“Beats me,” you respond breathlessly after taking a moment to let your brain process his words, “But we are definitely doing it again.”

He hums in agreement and shifts beneath you, the cocky smirk on his face telling you he knows exactly what the small movement does to you. You’ve been sitting like this for so long you almost don’t remember how you got here in the first place; Him nestled inside of you, just smoking and kissing, letting your desire for each other grow through your shared patience.

Nails of his free hand dig into the skin on your thigh momentarily and you’re able to read through the lines, knowing he’s feeling that pull in the pit of his stomach too.

“C’mere,” He mumbles, moving his hand to your wrist and tugging, “gimme a kiss,”

As you bend at the hips to bring your face closer to his you admire the slow grin that spreads across his face. The slight shifting on your weight that’s required from the movement sends shivers up your spine, feeling the tip of his cock shift the slightest bit against that spot inside of you. Your lips meld together in practised ease and suddenly you’re floating again. Your senses are completely filled with him, his lips, soft and warm against yours, his free hand now tracing patterns down your spine. It moves, lower and lower until he settles on the swell of your ass. His fingers flex, gripping the flesh there as a sort of lifeline.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breathe, head rolling back onto the armrest behind him, “Gotta start movin’ soon baby, I’m losin’ my damn mind down here.”

You place a soft kiss on his chin before you straighten back up, suppressing a whine so you can tease him a little, “Really? I could sit here all day,” you taunt, grinding your hips down just a little to watch his eyes flutter and feel his fingers gripping your waist.

“Darlin’ don’t tease,” He groans, his back arching just a little and you grin. It’s the first time you’ve seen him lose his composure, even the slightest bit, in these games you play.

Your eyes flick back to the joint that still sits balanced between his fingers, half-forgotten and gone out, “Give me a hit of that and I’ll consider.”

It takes a moment for the request to reach his brain, but a second later he’s handing you the joint. His other hand fumbles clumsily for the lighter on the side table above his head, “you’ll need the light…”

As he fumbles, he twists his upper body, trying to see what he’s doing, not realizing that the shifting would drive him a fraction deeper inside of you.

“Shit,” you gasp, bracing yourself on his chest as the simple movement rips pleasure through your veins.

He’s similarly affected, although the smirk that graces his face as he finally hands you the obnoxiously lime green lighter is insufferable, “‘Could sit here all day’ my ass,” he chirps, hands returning to their place on your thighs.

You ignore him in favour of re-lighting the joint, taking a lungful of the substance and letting it out a few moments later, savouring the burn in your chest and throat. Your head rolls back, letting these new hits wash over you, enjoying the way they elevate every vibration your body produces and receives. He’s watching you, both hands rubbing soothing circles on your thighs as he admires your form above him. He thinks, distantly, about when he first met you. If someone had told him then that in a few years time, the shy girl who always caught his eye in your shared classes would be cockwarming him while smoking a joint she rolled for him, he wouldn’t have believed a single word of it.

He’s pulled from his thoughts as you bring the joint up to his lips, allowing him the last hit. He inhales deeply, dark eyes fixed on yours as you put it out in the ashtray above his head. He looks good beneath you, smoke falling from his plump lips, letting it flow into the crevice between your breasts before he mouths at one sloppily. His hands move up to your hips resting there for a second before taking you by surprise and tugging them forward.

The sound you let out is high, breathy and desperate, the movement satisfying enough to light your nerves on fire. Your jaw drops, face crumpling in pleasure and he half huffs, half whines as he watches it wash over you.

“I’m done waitin’,” he breathes, but it's futile because you’re already moving, grinding backwards to chase that pleasure.

As you grind your hips back and forth, his roll upwards, synching your movements so that every time you grind forward, he’s pushing impossibly deeper inside of you.

“Oh, Goddamn,” he groans, jaw dropping and his eyes rolling back a little, “Keep goin’, slow,” his hands guiding your movements, his knuckles white, “Like that,”

“Merry,” you whine, your entire body is screaming for more, “You said you were done teasing.” You pout.

He chokes out a laugh, pulling you down so you’re chest to chest, breath hot against the sensitive skin below your ear, “No,” he rumbles, low and deep in his chest, tugging on your earlobe with his teeth, “I said I was done waitin’,”

You groan, half out of frustration and half because your clit is dragging against his pelvis between your bodies. His mouth now leaves wet kisses all down the side of your neck, sucking at your most sensitive spots and you know you’ll have to take a toothbrush to the hickies left there later. Regardless, you can’t deny that the feeling of his lips against your neck paired with the slow rolling of your hips is euphoric. He thrusts into you like he’s trying to savour the feeling of being inside of you. You turn, catching his mouth against yours and whining into his mouth as he sucks on your tongue.

“Please,” you breathe between kisses, nearly delirious, “Merriell, please.”

They’re the only words running through your brain, foggy with weed and the need for him to fuck you like you know he can.

“Imma take care of you baby,” He promises, “Jus’ let yourself feel it.”

Your hands move, one moving to grip the back of his neck and the other bracing yourself against the couch arm. Your head drops to his chest and you arch your back, using the hand against the couch as leverage to push back harder against him.

“Yea,” he gasps, voice rough and encouraging next to your ear, “fuck, like that.” One hand stays on your hip, while the other travels back down to your ass, digging his fingers in hard to assist your movements.

You’re reaching the peak of your high, your brain dazed but your body desperate. Sounds tumble from your lips, pants, whines, half-formed words and sentences that quickly get erased by his name. He responds to each one in kind, breathing encouragement in your ear.

“Atta girl, keep goin’,'' Accompanied by a slap to your rear.

And,

“Fuck, you feel so good.” With a tug of your hair, a sloppy kiss on your neck.

And, finally,

“Get on your back.”

It’s hardly a request, as before you can even move to get off of him he’s wrapping his arms around your back, taking the initiative to move you himself. He flips you over seamlessly, your head now resting on the opposite end of the couch, him on top of you. He has you spread out now, one hand on your thigh, the other behind your kneecap on the opposite leg.

You watch, as he begins to thrust in and out of you at a steady pace, your jaw dropping on a moan at the obscene sight before you.

“You like watching, huh?” He asks, although it’s not really a question, “Like seeing tha’ it’s my cock that makes you feel this good.” His sinful words never fail to send blush to your cheeks while yours fail you entirely.

He continues his pace, hooking your leg the side of the couch so he can free his hand, dragging it down your inner thigh to run his fingers through your slit, feeling your wetness, “Shit, baby, I like watchin’ too, goddamn, look at that.” He groans, absolutely defeated at the sight of you taking him in deep.

His thrusts pick up, the scene before him twisting hot in the pit of his stomach, driving him towards his release. His thumb begins to work circles on your clit, never one to leave you behind, “Tell me how it feels baby, talk to me,” he begs requests.

It takes all your brainpower to get your mouth working again, babbling your praise and pleads to him, “So good,” you sob, fingers gripping the couch arm behind your head and sheets you had laid down on the sofa beneath you (hindsight was a blessing), “Merriell, I can’t-“ You whine, your words failing you.

“So fucked out, ya can’t even think,” he groans, hips working faster and harder, head dropping back onto his shoulders as he tries desperately to hold off for you, “Tell me ya close.”

“M’gonna,” you confirm, nails scratching at his arms and shoulders now to bring him closer to you.

He nods, letting you drag him closer so he can tangle a hand in your roots, pulling your hair hard as he feels you start to come down around him, “That’s it, baby, let go.” He groans.

Your hands find purchase in his curls and you bury your face in his neck as you start to come, legs clenching around his waist. He’s lost in you. Lost in your desperate noises against his neck, in the flutter of your pussy around him, lost as his own release mimics the intensity of yours. Your heels dig into his ass, encouraging him to keep going. A punched out moan rips from his throat and he thrusts into you hard one last time, staying and grinding there as he rides out his own high.

He lets his full weight fall onto you briefly, but you don’t mind. In your hazy, fucked out state he feels like a warm, weighted blanket on top of you. It feels good, everything feels good right now and as soon as he moves to pull out of you, you mourn the loss. You must whine a little, because he chuckles against your cheek, “Relax, baby, m’ not goin far.”

He manoeuvres your body so that he’s between your body and the back of the couch, keeping you close to him as you both begin to come down. Your head moves to the side, rubbing your noses together briefly before tilting your head up to kiss him slowly, sensually. He returns the motion, soft noises falling into your mouth, both your bodies still buzzing with aftershocks. Despite the satisfaction that replaces the desperation of the last hour or so, you find yourself still craving him. You begin to touch him, innocently enough that it doesn’t immediately get his attention. Your one hand keeps him close, resting on the nape of his neck while the other runs over his shoulders, stroking down his biceps and forearm to his wrist. He pulls away from your lips, confusion melting into disbelief and once again into smug desire as you pull his hand towards your soaked pussy.

“Ya want more?” He asks, a slow grin spreading across his face when you whine and nod, once again turning your face into his neck, “Insatiable thing,” he tuts, fingers running through your mixed arousal as it seeps out of you onto the sheets below, “Stuffed full of my cum and still wants more.”

He sinks two fingers into you, watching with dark eyes as you arch your back upwards at the feeling, a low whine tumbling from your lips, fingernails scraping at the back of his neck. It wasn’t often that he got you like this. So needy with an unquenchable thirst for him and the things he can do to you. His fingers move slowly, switching between twisting with each thrust into your soaked core and petting your G-spot with an expert, slow, wiggle inside you.

“I love your fingers,” you say, soft and small against his jaw.

He hums into your hair, tilting your chin back up with his free hand. “I know ya do, darlin’” He purrs, kissing you softly as his fingers play with your G-spot, enjoying the way you gasp in his mouth, “tell me whatcha want.”

“This.” You confirm, “Keep going.”

He huffs a laugh against your lips, vaguely amused at how much he can do for you using only two fingers, but keeps his pace nonetheless. You control his movements, anything you ask and he’ll give it to you. That doesn’t mean, however, that he’ll keep his mouth shut while he does it. Not that you’re complaining, though.

“You’re so wet, baby,” He nearly hisses against your ear, “Love feelin’ you, feelin’ you clenching around me, feelin’ how good I make you feel, lemme hear it.” You respond in kind with a moan, pulled deep from your chest, a hand now twisted in his hair. He adds his thumb to the mix before you even attempt to ask, stroking your clit just right, “I know you’re close, I can feel it, baby, let go.”

Your body is unable to disobey him and you cum hard around his fingers, muffling your moans into his neck as he works you ruthlessly through it. He talks you through it, tells you how good you look, coming undone so prettily for him.

“Fuck, I gotta taste you.” He huffs, taking his fingers out of you and moving quickly to lay between your legs. You can hardly follow his movements until you feel his tongue stroking and thrusting into you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, fingers curling in his hair to encourage him. His eyes never leave yours as he quickly builds you up to a third orgasm. He hums gleefully against you when you cum against his tongue, head rolling back on a whine, hips leaving the couch for a brief moment.

He takes mercy on you, giving you a second to catch your breath as he squeezes himself back down next to you. He kisses your neck softly as you come back to yourself.

“Ohmygod, that was amazing.” you breathe and he laughs, loudly, brightly, kissing you with the intent of making you feel his feelings for you through your body and head high.

“You’re amazing,” he mumbles, kissing you again, “God, woman, I love when you get like that.”

You hum, murmuring your thank you against his lips. When he starts to pull away a few moments later you go to stop him, not quite ready to let the comfort of him next to you go yet. He shakes his head, kissing you again, “‘m just getting more weed, be back in a jiff.”

Your heart swells as you watch him walk away, letting your eyes linger on his cute little butt, knowing he’ll come back in sweats, a spare pair in his other hand for you. Here you had yourself a man rolling you a joint after mind-blowing sex.

So, you thought, This is love.

#so thiiiissss is what makes life devine #amiright or amiright #stoner!merriell #merriell shelton #snafu #snafu shelton #merriell shelton x reader #snafu x reader #rami malek #snafu shelton x reader #smut #Spotify

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televisionboy · 3 years

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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.”

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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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multifandomlover01 · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

Contains my writings for:

Band of Brothers

The Pacific

Criminal Minds

Band of Brothers

Joe Liebgott

I Have Always Loved You (Female Reader)

Coming Soon: Modern AU feat. PTSD & an ESA

Short, Assorted Lieb Stuff

Albert Blithe

Taking Care of Blithe (Platonic Female!Medic!Reader)

Foxhole Checks (Platonic Female!Medic!Reader)

Ron Speirs

Ok. It was me. So? (Female!Reader) (Requested)

Touch (Female!Nurse!Reader)

Johnny Martin

The Patrol (Female!Medic!Reader)

George Luz

The Darts Game (Female!Medic!Reader)

Early Mornings (Female!Reader) (not exactly requested, but inspired by)

Eugene Roe

The Scissors (Female!Reader)

The Nightmare (Female!Medic!Reader)

Ten Minutes (Female!Medic!Reader)

The Breakup (Female!Reader implied)

David Webster

Harvard’s Back (Female!Medic!Reader)

Chuck Grant

Taller S/O Headcanon (Female!Reader) (Requested) (Lime/M)

The Nurse and the Soldier (Female!German!Nurse!Reader) (Requested)

Donald Malarkey

Quality Time Headcanons (Female!Reader, I guess) (Requested)

Various/Multiple

Fun Times with the Mortar Boys and the Radioman (Malarkey, Skip, Penkala, and Luz x Reader (Platonic))

D-Day (Day of Days) (Platonic Various x Female!Medic!Reader)

Protective (Platonic Various (Liebs, Bill, Bull and Dick) x Female!Medic!Reader)

The Great Transfer Debacle (Platonic Various (Speirs, Luz, Liebs, Roe, and Nix) x Female!Medic!Reader)

They’re My Sanitary Pads, Sir (Platonic Various (Guarnere, Toye, Liebgott, Malarkey, and Winters) x Female!Medic!Reader)

The Aid Station (Platonic Renée Lemaire x Reader, Eugene Roe x Reader)

Out From Rachamps (Various x Female!Medic!Reader)

The Female Medic (Various (mostly Winters) x Female!Medic!Reader)

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The Pacific

Snafu Shelton

Are My Eyes Yellow? (Female!Corpsman!Reader)

I’ll Wait For You (Female!Nurse!Reader)

Chuckler Juergens

Marine or Woman…or Both? (Female!Corpsman!Reader)

Robert Leckie

The Writers (Female!Reader)

John Basilone

Untitled (Female!Corpsman!Reader)

Eugene Sledge

Coming Soon: Mobile (Female!Corpsman!Reader)

Various/Multiple

Coming Soon: Sledge/Reader/Burgin Platonic

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Headcanons

How the different boys from BoB and TP would react to you being insecure

Part 1 (Dick Winters, Lewis Nixon, and Eugene Roe)

Part 2 (George Luz, Joseph Liebgott, and Ron Speirs)

Part 3 (Robert Leckie, John Basilone, and Eugene Sledge)

Coming Soon: Part 4 (Carwood Lipton, Bull Randleman and Floyd Talbert)

Special Edition: Freckles and Dimples (Requested)

Freckles and Dimples pt. 2

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Preferences

BoB boys interrupting you in the shower

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October 2022 Writing Prompts (based off of the prompt list below that I found in Tumblr)

MASTERLIST

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A Barely Coherent Christmas

MASTERLIST

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MARVEL

Loki

The Unkillable God (WIP)

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

It Was Always You

Nightmares and Coffee

Lovesick Idiots

You Are My Sunshine

The Ditch

Baby Fever

Pretty Boy/Girl

Trick-or-Treat (18+) (MDNI)

Silence Speaks Volumes

More (18+) (MDNI)

Home (18+) (MDNI)

I Hesitate to put “Wife Guy” Here (18+) (MDNI)

The Librarian (basically PG-13) Part 2

Who Needs Statistics When I’ve Been Promised Kisses?

NSFW Thoughts

Plans (16+ I guess)

Anxiety Comfort

How Far Have I Fallen? How High Shall I Soar? (Violence Warning)

Surprise (18+) (MDNI)

Just The Tip (18+) (MDNI)

Making Do (18+) (MDNI)

Be Careful What You Wish For (18+) (MDNI)

To Drown in Your Love (18+) (MDNI)

Stress Relief (18+) (MDNI)

The BAU’s Whore (18+) (MDNI)

Dislike (no explicit smut but still community label is on because it has sexual themes) (MDNI)

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Criminal Minds - Spencer Reid Screencaps

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infinitegalahad · 4 years

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Idk I’ve been feeling pretty down lately. Something cute, angsty, and smutty with a jealous Merriell Shelton and fem reader ?? You can have fun with it

Doux Comme Des Bonbons

Pairing: Snafu x Gender Netural! Reader

Summary: Snafu has a tendency to always wound up into trouble. Regardless, you still manage to put up with him.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Implied sexual harrasment, jeleous! snafu, cursing, fighting, but very minor!

A/N: Of course I can! I feel you, hope this cheers you up! ❣️✨ I’m sorry this came so late. I’ve been studying for a few tests. I promise to work on a few requests this weekend though! I love the requests though, keep them coming in! This one was a little longer than expected. Snafu is my favourite himbo. The title translates to “as sweet as candy” bc this is fluffy-is. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

“Snafu, he’s just a classmate!”

Snafu slammed the door to your apartment building. If school and work weren’t hard enough, this had been your breaking point. As much as you loved your Cajun boyfriend, he was an absolute handful. It was like taking care of a manchild who you loved one minute, the next you wanted to scream in his face. Whenever things were peaceful between you, it was bliss. Endless worship, cuddles, cute french nicknames, romantic and steamy nights. It was anything a partner could ask for.

But when all hell would break loose between you two, it would be full-on discord.

“Classmate ma’ ass. Prissy lil’ fucker. I’ve seen ‘da way ‘dat preppy boy looks at you.” Snafu annoyingly badgered. He followed you around your apartment. Stopping at the kitchen counter, you spin on your heel to look at him straight in the face, a hand on your waist and an angry pout proudly displayed on your face. “ ‘Dat Chris or whatever his n-”

“Chad. His name is Chad.” You corrected.

The Cajun groaned as his calloused hands grasped onto the counter. He was extremely aggravated with hell in his eyes. “Whatever. I don’t like ‘yah hangin’ ‘round him. Chad kept starin’ at you like you were a piece of meat. Tried to fuckin’ steal ma’ seat next to you! ‘Dat lil’ sunva gun tryin’ to sit next ‘ta ‘ma Cher!”

Chad wasn’t someone you considered a friend or acquaintance. He was someone who was in your lecture who happened to be one of your friend’s inner friends. Whenever you would go to study, Chad would always tag along. He mainly wouldn’t study and would pester the hell out of you. He had even followed you to Snafu’s jeep, which proceeded to Snafu almost running him over. Thankfully you had convinced Chad not to press charges.

There was no denying he was a total asshole. He wore the brighetst polos, cheated on every test, and did whatever he pleased. Snafu was convinced that his parents paid his way into college. It baffled you how you’re best friend could even consider someone such as Chad a friend. His whole purpose of being alive was to annoy you. Snafu surely didn’t care for him. But you only had the class for another two months, and then you would be rid of Chad.

Two months had gone by and Chad’s advances had begun to slowly die down. He was aware that you were dating Snafu, who he deemed a man out of your league. It was true, but you loved Snafu with every part of your soul. Snafu was not your everyday boyfriend. It was like dating a man child off of his ADHD medication. He was a somewhat (but still young) man who worked in lumber, a little rough around the edge with a thick Cajun accent. You were a teacher’s pet with a kind heart and gentle presence. When your friend Eugene had set you up, you’d never thought it would work. But date after date, the two of you only grew closer. Within three months, you had moved into Snafu’s apartment since you could barely afford to live in a shitty dorm. When Snafu had offered his home to become your home, you knew you had fallen in love with him. As much as Snafu was the occasional pain in the neck, he was yours and you were his.

Also in those two months, your professor had invited you to a semester party after you had finished up exams. The university you attended was celebrating his retirement and had invited the whole school. Not wanting you to be alone, Snafu tagged along. He looked amazing that night; his wild curls tamed with copious amounts of gel, a white collared shirt, and dress shoes that were crisp. It would have been a lovely night if Snafu had simply kept his mouth shut, which he struggled with.

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Walking arm and arm with your Cajun boyfriend, you were literally the belle of the ball. The amount of compliments you had received on your outfit was impressive. You had to thank your friend for the simple, yet elegant outfit.

One of your classmates had stopped to compliment your outfit. After a short discussion, you and Snafu continued your way to your assigned seating. Smiling at one of your classmates, Snafu pulled you in closer to his body.

“Relax Snaf,” You smiled as you leaned your head onto his shoulder. “Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Whaddya talkin’ ‘bout? I’m fine. Justa’ lotta guys comin’ up ta you-I don’t blame them ‘doe. But if the-”

“Y/n!”

Snafu was cut off by your friend Hana. Best friends since birth, the two of you were inseparable. Same neighborhood, same high school, and same world-renowned university. Hana knew you better than your own parents at times. You left Snafu’s link to go give her a hug. Hana walked over and gave Snafu a pat on the back, knowing him quite well. You could tell she was a little standoffish with him since she thought he was way out of your league, but was glad to finally see you happy.

“Someone's looking dapper tonight!” Hana commented, patting Snafu’s shoulder. Snafu chuckled and nodded back, complimenting Hana’s (hideous) pink coral slacks. You saw Snafu’s confusion at how bright the pants were. Hana, even if she was your best friend, was a drastically different person from you. “Glad you brought him along, y/n. You guys look so cute together!”

Snafu stood right beside you. Feeling a firm hand on your waist, he looked over and gave you a devilish smirk. “Hana, my cher right here is ‘da real belle of the ball? They don’t even have to try-they just always look flawless.”

While being flirty, Snafu’s sweet side was starting to break through. The three of you chuckled as you gave Snafu a peck on the cheek. Cooing into his ear, “Merriell Shelton, you’re one heck of a kiss up.”

“What? I’m only speakin’ the truth.” He defended.

Hana smiled along at that, giving you a small wink. “Snafu is only speaking the truth. You guys are looking for your table?”

You nodded in response. The banquet hall was small and full of people. It was also dark which made it near impossible to find your assigned seating.

“We’re actually at the same table! Allow me to lead the way.” Hana stated. Snafu and you followed here through the crowd to the table. It mainly contained your classmates and a few of their families and friends. Everything was at peace until you saw a flash of a preppy patchwork suitjacket. It took a minute to process before it hit you and Snafu.

It was the one and only Chad.

Chad had been conversing with his friends.Upon seeing you, he let out a bostieorus laugh with his other preppy friends. Snafu felt immeidntly threatened in his presence, his hold tigenthing at your waist. He was trying to act tough but came off more as a child who’s favoruite toy was going to be taken away. As Chad stood up to come greet himself, you leaned over with your teeth gritted into a smile.

“Don’t say a damn thing. I can handle this.”

The tension between Chad and Snafu was evident. Here Chad was a young and egotistical frat boy who thousands of girls would squirm after. Here Snafu was, a bug-eyed Cajun with a heavy accent and one hell of an attitude. Chad still seemingly wasn’t over the fact that he was almost run over one time by Snafu. He even lightly joked about it, which didn’t sit well with any of you. This only caused Snafu’s burning hatred for Chad to grow even more. Chad was the gasoline and Snafu was the flame. Unfortunately, you and Snafu were placed right next to Chad and his friends. Hana was right next to you and knew that this wasn’t going to end well with the prepster and Cajun. Snafu would swing around the cheap whiskey in his cup and glare down Chad whenever he would even dare look at you. You hated the fact that Snafu was acting like this just because of Chad. The inner immature child in Snafu was beginning to show when Chad began to talk politics. It led to a passive aggressive agreement before you became the mediator before someone got a black eye.

Chad was busy talking to his goons when Snafu turned to you, a hand on your thigh. You placed your hand, squeezing it as you leaned in. “Bab-”

“I don’t like him. Prissy little bitc-”

“Merriell!” You scolded. “Langug-” Snafu smirked as he leaned in to whisper into your ear. “I ain’t a Proctologist, but I know an asshole when I see one. Do people think he’s straight? With those pink tight pants, it’s sendin’ another message.”

A snort escaped your mouth as you leaned into the Cajun’s shoulder. He did have a point though. What did people see in Chad that was so attractive?

Snafu noticed that you were amused by his humor. That devilish smirk you knew all too well was plastered on his face. “We should bust outta here, ditch the party and go back home. Watch a ninety day fiance. I like what’s on ‘da outside, but i wanna see what’s on ‘da inside…”

Snafu’s fingers crawled closer to your stomach. You bit your lip in response, your cheeks burning. It was so hard to resist him all dressed up and neat. Two could play this game.

“What the hell am I ever gonna do with you, Merriell Shelton?”

“Beats me, (Y/p) (Y/l/n).” He purred into your ear. It was definitely starting to become harder to resist him, especially when he called you by your professional name. But you had to contain yourself and watch over Snafu for another hour.

Your professor had walked over, interrupting your intimate moment. It was mostly for the better. Snafu had a chance to talk to your professor and learn more about the class you had been taking. He chatted up a storm with Snafu, who seemed integrued. Snafu wasn’t one for learning whatsoever. But anything that his partner would do was of interest. Your professor had even complimented Snafu saying that he had found a lovely partner. As he walked away, Snafu stood by and grabbed your drink to go get a refill. You attempted to get up but Snafu put a hand on your shoulder, holding you down.

“Sit down, darlin’.” He stated, saying a hard d in his creamy Cajun voice. “I’m takin’ care of my smart lil’ student.”

The next few events happened too quickly for you to process. Once Snafu had left, Chad had scooted into his seat. You could smell the vodka on his lips. He began to be his typical self, but got much more invasive of your space. You mostly ignored him as he talked about how rich his family was and his summer house on Nantucket. Hana wasn’t there, so you were stuck until Snafu came back.

Chad began to insulet your boyfriend. It started out as nothing more than a drunken rant, but things slowly came to tug at your heart. He began to make fun of his appearance, calling him “bug-eyed” and “dirty looking skin”. He made fun of his work occupation, outfit, almost anything and everything about him. It was definitely an uncomfortable situation. Where the hell was Snafu?

The breaking point was when Chad had wrapped his arm around you, asking you “What the hell do you see in that loser?”

The next events were full of discord. Snafu had come over, furious. He had yanked Chad out of his chair, yelling in his face. Chad began to cry, threatening to sue you and Snafu. He had also thrown pathetic insults at Snafu, which only made Snafu’s burning hatred brighter. Everybody had their eyes on Snafu, you, and Chad. Embarrassed, you grabbed Snafu and dragged him out of the venue. It was best for the both of you to leave before the police were called. The last words you heard before leaving were Chad’s drunken cry.

“You’ll be hearing from my lawyer next day! Hope you both get evicted from your shitty little apartment! You people are so evil!”

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“You could have just ignored him!”

“Like hell! He had yah’ hand ‘round you, tryin’ to s-”

“Oh for the love of god!” You cursed. “I could’ve handled that on my own. You didn’t have to yank him out of his chair!”

“I did have ‘ta! He was assaultin’ you! You’re my c-”

“Merriell, do not cher me. This is serious,” You hissed. All you wanted to do was go to bed and escape this horrible nightmare. “He could charge you for assault. Even if it was minor, you did try to run him over with your car. There’s no way you could stand a chance against that. If you had let me handle it, it wou-”

Snafu raised his voice, “Y/N! HE WAS HARRASIN’ YOU! TRIED TO PULL DOWN ‘YER PANTS! WHAT ‘DA HELL DID YOU THINK I WAS GONNA LET HIM DO? YOU JUST NEED TO FUCKIN’ LISTEN SOMETIMES!”

His sour tone definitely made your whole body go numb. When Snafu raised his voice, you knew he was mad. He was usually pissed off at the world, but it was chilling to hear him scream. His eyes widened as the gel in his hair began to wear off; his unruly curls began to show. You stepped back, feeling tears sting at your eyes. Snafu, upon seeing this, freaked out. He had been irritated the whole night. The last thing he wanted was to see you all upset. Your lip began to quiver as warm tears streamed down your cheeks. The Cajun’s face softened, walking over to apologize. He had fear all over his face. You were the person he loved the most yet at times he had no idea how to comfort you. Emotions weren’t his speciality. He grew up greedy and selfish since it was all he knew. When he had met you, Snafu had truly changed. He didn’t know how to describe it, but you had made him a better person. You gave him hope that the world wasn’t such a shitty place.

Turning around, you walk upstairs and block out everything. Your eyes are full of tears, blinding your vision. Snafu followed after you, begging for forgiveness. He was like a lost, heartbroken puppy. Instead of heading towards your shared bedroom, you decided to hide away in the bathroom. Slamming the door, you back into the wall and slowly slide down. All you wanted to do was just let your emotions loose and not have to think about absolutely anything. You just wanted to be alone with your tears and nothing more.

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The tears eventually stopped with your vision cleared. You could feel the dry makeup under your eyes. Your arms and legs felt numb as you were backed to a wall, staring into the shower. What did your professor think? It was horribly embarrassing for you. There was no way you and Snafu could win a lawsuit against Chad. He knew the power he had over the both of you. It was going to be an absolute nightmare. Hana was most likely blowing up your phone with notifications. What di-

Your thoughts went away when you heard the bathroom door open. It was the one and only Snafu who had the look of a sad puppy. He normally wasn’t this soft, but his face was ridden with guilt. You didn’t even react when he walked over and sat right next to you, his thigh right next to yours. Staring at the wall, he let out a sigh. His big blue eyes were right on you.

“Cher,” His fingers trailed onto your chin as he gently turned your head. Your face was destroyed with ruined makeup. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Guilt was all over his face. But there was no time to be whining, all he could do was attempt to make things right.

“Come on,” Snafu cooed. Grabbing your hand, he gently led you up to look in the mirror. This was the second time you saw yourself in the mirror that night. You looked like you had been hit with a tornado. The once neat outfit had been wrinkled, your neatly gelled hair wispy and falling apart, and your face covered with runny makeup. Snafu had gone through the cabinet to grab some makeup wipes. His fingers titled your head to him as he ran it gently over your face. Instead of fighting back, you let him remove the makeup from your face. He made sure to clean off every little bit from your foundation to your lipstick. As he reached your eyes, he peeled off one of your fake leashes and jumped back.

“Sacre bleu!” He cursed, throwing the eyelash into the sink. Snafu was a man who was scared by nothing, except for a fake eyelash. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a chuckle.

“ ‘Da fuck is dat thing? Fuckin’ spiderweb lookin’ bitch. Looks like it has a damn life of its own...” Snafu ranted as his words slowly turned into french. He turned over to you, biting your lip as you held back a laugh.

A smirk appeared on his face as he placed his hands on his hips, “You’d wear this shit?”

“Hana gave them to me.” You shook your head, smiling. He did have a point; they looked like spiderwebs. “I know, they're ridiculous.”

You felt Snafu’s calloused hands grab your waist and halt you on top of the bathroom counter. “Well atleast you make them look hot. Speakin’ of hot, you looked amazing tonight…” He looked down before looking right back into your eyes. “Listen, I’m sorry darlin’. Just seein’ him bother you made me livid. Ain’t no one gotta treat my cher like ‘dat. Especially ‘dat vineyard vines lookin’ prissy.”

You let out a sigh, leaning into his shoulder. “God, his suit was awful…”

“Fuckin’ blindin’. Like, pick a struggle with ‘dat middle part and layerin polo shit…”

A snort escaped your mouth. Snafu wasn’t wrong; Chad looked even worse than he usually did. It was always bright, blinding colors matched with even brighter, more hideous clothes. Snafu’s hand gently caressed your hair as you leaned onto him.

“By the way…” You cooed into his ear, “I’m not condoning what you did, but hearin’ you rip Chad to pieces was kinda hot...”

“Want me ta’ do it again? I’d love to see his little face all scrunched uppa’ ‘gain.”

“God no,” Shaking your head, your hands fiddled with his unruly curls. “If you do, i’m gonna take away all your cigarettes. We can’t handle the lawsuit that’s coming.”

“Y/n, hate to break it ‘ta yah, but I’m not a rule follower. Can I atleast run him over with ‘ma car? Or steal his trump sign?”

“Snafu Shelton, what the hell am I going to do with you?”

Snafu wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. He held on tight, like a child holding a teddy bear. “Stay with me. Right here, right now.”

You smiled into his shoulder as the two of you were wrapped in each other's arms. Snafu was certainly a handful, but you loved him more than anything in the world. He was truly willing to do anything to protect your honor and make you happy. That was a true man, not a boy.

“Ok, your chokin’ me Snaf.” You stated. Moving his arms, Snafu looks at your eyes as you rubbed them. “What time is it?”

“Ten? Darcey and Stacey are on.” He said, grabbing your hand as he led you out of the bathroom into your bedroom. “We can poppa’ few beers and order from Shanghai.”

An relieved sigh escaped from your mouth. Alcohol and chinese food were the perfect cure to a horrible night. “Thank freakin’ god. Anythin’ to forget this god awful night.”

You walked away to throw on your sweatpants and one of Snafu’s flannels on. Suddenly, his hand grabbed yours as he pulled you back to whisper into your ear. “Can’t wait ta’ see you outta’ dat pretty lil’ number ‘ya got on.”

An over exaggerated gasp escaped your mouth as you playfully (gently) slapped his face. A snarky laugh escaped his mouth. You rolled your eyes as you walked over to change. “Keep it in ‘ya pants, soldier.”

“Sorry. Whenever I see yah, I lose control darlin’.” Snafu smirked devilishly. “Can’t help it that you're smart n’ sweet. Just like candy.”

“Seriously, what the hell am I going to do with you?” You repeat yourself as you finish changing. It baffled you how you could handle Snafu. He was a manchild at times.

The Cajun grabbed your waist and began to tickle you. You fought back as you held back your giggles. Carrying you to the bed, he laid you down as the two of you held each other. His hand drew careless figures into your back as you nestled your face into his neck. He placed a kiss into your face, gently sighing into it.

“I love you, y/n.”

“Love you too, you dirty bastard.”

#rami malek x reader #snafu shelton x reader #merriell shelton x reader #snafu shelton #merriell shelton #rami malek #the pacific #my writing

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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38 on summertime list :) with snafu pls and thank u 💋💋

38.Camping in a tent and being startled awake … by something.

Gets a little suggestive at the end, but this is mostly fluff : )

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“What was that?” you asked, sitting straight up and blinking into the dark.

“S’nuthin,” Snaf mumbled next to you, his hand patting aimlessly in a half-hearted attempt to soothe you.

The sound of flapping intensified, and when the tent began to shake above you, you yelled as you flung yourself onto the other side of Snafu.

“Wha’ in da hell?” he questioned, realizing that something was definitely wrong.

Snafu groped for the flashlight, but before he found it a bird screeched so loudly from directly above you that you slammed your hands over your ears.

Moving quicker, Snaf located the flashlight and shown it in the direction of the commotion. There was nothing to see but a flopping dip in the tent, so he grabbed your hand and said, “Come on.”

“No way!” you hissed yanking your hand back.

“Darlin’ now is not da time to get ta arguin’ with me. Come on!” Snafu wrapped his strong fingers around your wrist and all-but dragged you to the opening of the tent. As he paused to unzip, there was a terrible commotion over your side of the tent and it collapsed.

“Snaf!”

“I’m hurryin!”

He finally loosened the zipper and you crawled out of the tent, the flashlight bouncing wildly through the trees with your movement. The moon was high in the sky and its closeness offered enough light for you to see fully-formed shapes in the dark.

You stuck to Snafu’s side, his bare torso warm and comforting as you clung to his arm. He aimed the flashlight at the side of the tent that had collapsed, but something big swooped over your heads, making you both duck.

You could feel the warm rush of air and hear the rustle of wings as the bird dove into your tent, the tearing sound of the canvas under its talons causing you to yelp.

“It has rabies!” you cried. “We’re gonna die!”

“Hush,” Snaf scolded as he wrenched himself free from your grasp, and as the bird took off again, a piece of tent clutched in its hooked claws, he poked through the collapsed material, first with his foot, then he bent down to straighten the disheveled fabric.

“Snaf, please. It’s—”

“Lost its dinna,” Snafu said, his bright grin flashing in the dark as he held up a large fish that was still intermittently flopping as it fought for breath.

“Oh my god—throw it in the lake!”

Snafu walked a few feet closer to the shoreline and tossed the fish toward the water, only to have your nighttime terrorist swoop down from the sky and snatch it up.

You both watched, mouths hanging open as the bird took off across the lake.

You looked at each other, wide-eyed before Snafu’s eyes began to sparkle with amusement.

“Ya thought it had rabies?” Snafu finally said, his brows contorted with disbelief.

You glowered at him in response and he shook his head, a smirk slowly creeping across his face.

“Maw Maw always cautioned me bout city gals.”

“Well wouldn’t Maw Maw love to know exactly what her good old bayou boy gets up to when he’s alone in the wilderness,” you retorted.

Snafu laughed and switched the flashlight to the hand that had attempted to rescue the fish. He reached up and grabbed you by the jaw, moving close enough to your face that when he spoke, his breath was a warm puff over your skin.

“Didn’t hear no complaints from ya earlier.”

Not taking his bait, you turned your nose up at him, as much as his grip would allow, and replied, “That was before. This is now.”

He laughed and moved his hand from your jaw to your waist, pulling you in flush against him.

“Ya wanna go home?” he said with a squeeze.

You sighed and shook your head no.

“Night’s clear as a bell. We’ll move our sleepin’ bags to da back a da truck. Tell me, city gal. Ya eva made love unda da stars?”

You tried not to give him an inch—he was already so conceited that it physically pained you to give him any more ground to stand on, but that was what happened when someone was almost always right. Your body had responded to him the instant he gripped your jaw, and now you lost your battle not to smile.

As your lips twitched upward, Snafu’s chest vibrated with a low chuckle.

“I’ll take dat as a no. Ya in fo’ a real treat.”

Snafu’s lips pressed against yours and the flashlight fell to the ground with a thunk so he could bring his hand up to squeeze your ass through the thin material of your pajama shorts—

“Fish hand! Fish hand!” you shrieked as you shoved him away and began to swipe at your bottom.

His grin was predatory as he held up his offensive hand and began to walk toward you, wiggling his fingers.

You shrieked and dove into the tent, quickly digging into your bag and throwing the container that held your bar of soap back out of the flap.

Snafu rolled his eyes and shook his head as he picked up the soap and the flashlight.

“City folk,” he muttered, making his way to the lake as you peered out from the tent flap to ensure he was actually washing his hand off.

Satisfied, you felt around in your bag for a towel. As you gripped it, you smiled to yourself and stripped off all of your clothes.

You emerged from the tent, dangling the towel from your fingertip as Snafu approached.

The flashlight took another tumble from his grasp, and as his mouth opened and shut in a sick parody of the fish who had become someone’s dinner, you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Pretty brazen, huh? Must be the city gal in me.”

“Come fuckin’ here,” Snafu growled, and after you stepped into his arms, you found out what a transcendent experience it really was to make love under the stars.

#Snafu Shelton #Merriell Shelton #snafu shelton x reader #merriell shelton x reader #female reader #FLUFF #rami malek #rami malek character #snafu fluff #merriell shelton fluff

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ballad-of-birdy-lamb · 10 months

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

I will write for The Hunger Games, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Band of Brothers, The Pacific, and I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream!!

The Hunger Games:

Katniss

Peeta

Johanna

Finnick

Annie

Cato

Clove

Thresh

Gale

Haymitch

Effie

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes:

Coriolanus

Lucy Gray

Sejanus

Billy Taupe

Mayfair

Jessup

Reaper

Dill (nothing romantic)

Coral

Mizzen (nothing romantic)

Treech

Lamina

Clemensia

Tigris

Dr. Gaul

Tanner

Brandy

Band of Brothers

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

Eugene Roe

Ronald Speirs

Lewis Nixon

Richard Winters

Babe Heffron

Joe Liebgott

Bull Randleman

Joe Toye

Donald Malarkey

George Luz

William Guarnere

Wayne Sisk

Henry Jones

The Pacific

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

Eugene Sledge

Snafu Shelton

Robert Leckie

Sidney Phillips

Chuckler Juergens

Hoosier Smith

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream

Ted

Ellen

Gorrister

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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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