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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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Summertime- 10. Someone gets sunburn (the reader) and needs a little tlc. (Rami or Merriell)

I don’t know why, but I’ve just been dying to write a sunburn story! Thanks for requesting this one 🧡

You squealed with laughter as the wave crashed into your shoulders, the ocean water splattering up your neck and soaking your hair.

You looked over at Merriell, who had just emerged after diving underneath the wave. He gave his head a toss, droplets of water flinging away from his curls. He smoothed back his hair and looked at you with wide, happy eyes.

“Toldja ya hair was gonna get wet,” he smirked.

“I tried!” you insisted, grinning as you swam to him and placed a salty kiss on his lips.

“Here comes anotha one—come on!”

Mer grabbed your hand and ducked into the wave again. This time you followed his lead, giving up on maintaining what you thought was a cute beach-do.

You let go of his hand to wipe your eyes and grinned as you pulled out your scrunchie and ducked into the water again so you could slick your hair back.

“I’m not cute anymore,” you pouted as you emerged.

Merriell laughed and said, “Nonsense, darlin. Though ya are turnin’ a lil red. Sure ya put sunscreen on?”

“Positive!”

“Maybe we should go back unda the umbrella fo—”

“No! This is fun! I promise I’m not getting burnt.”

Merriell shrugged his dark shoulders and turned his attention back to the water to watch for the next wave. You played together, laughing and splashing, enjoying the refreshing coolness of the ocean in contrast with the blaring heat of the sun.

When the water calmed again, Merriell asked if you were ready to head back to the hotel to get ready for dinner.

As you toweled off, his eyes traveled over your torso but not in their usual licentious manner.

“What?” you asked as you scrunched the towel over the ends of your hair.

Merriell took a deep breath.

“Ya look red.”

“Nah—I’m fine,” you dismissed with a smile as you shoved your towel into your beach bag.

* * * 3 Hours Later * * *

“I’m dying, Mer,” you whined as you sat on the bed, your torso stiff and radiating heat underneath your short-sleeved polo dress.

“‘M so sorry, darlin.”

“I SWEAR I put sunscreen on this morning,” you said more to yourself than to your boyfriend as you wracked your brain to figure out how you got so badly burned.

“Didja reapply after we swam ‘round lunchtime?” he asked as he stood in front of you, looking handsome in his dark blue shorts and palm-tree-shaped polka-dot button up.

Your eyes squeezed shut tight as you fought off tears of stupidity.

“No—I didn’t even think about it.”

“Salt water’ll scrub ya raw. Damn bottles say “waterproof” but they ain’t really,” Mer muttered angrily as he went into the bathroom and dug through your bag for the aloe you had packed—just in case.

By the time he returned to stand in front of you, two fat tears had rolled down your cheeks. Merriell placed the aloe on the nightstand and bent at the waist so he would be eye level with you. He reached out and lifted your chin, but you still didn’t look up at him.

“Stop dat. Ya know I’ma take care a you.”

You gave an undignified sniff and still refused to meet his eyes.

“Darlin’ look at me.”

“I’ll cry if I do.”

Merriell chuckled softly and leaned in to kiss your forehead, his normally warm lips feeling almost cool against your burnt face.

“Why ya gonna cry? Hurt dat bad?”

You were quiet for a moment as Merriell straightened and looked down at you.

With a sigh, you answered, “I’m ruining our last day of vacation. I won’t be able to do anything like this!”

Half of Mer’s mouth formed a grin as he dropped down to his knees, forcing you to look at him. When you met his empathetic green eyes, your lip trembled, as you knew it would, but he placed a gentle hand on the side of your face, his thumb ghosting over your lips.

“And what’ll be so bad ‘bout layin’ in bed, watchin’ a lil TV while we on our vacation?”

You gave Merriell a tiny smile and slightly shook your head in awe of his sweet nature.

“Nothin’ I guess.”

“Absolutely nothin’, darlin. I can go anywhere ya like for anythin’ ya wanna eat. I’ll put dis goop on ya anytime ya need it. I’ll make sure ya drink lots of wata. I love takin’ care a you because ya always take such good care a me.”

Your lip trembled again, but this time it was for an entirely different feeling: happiness.

“I love you, Merriell Shelton.”

“I love ya more, baby. Now let’s get dat dress off.”

“For absolutely no fun reason,” you grumbled.

Mer laughed, and said, “Ya won’t be sunburned foreva. Now, up ya go.”

He pulled you up by your hands and you hissed at the way your dress moved against your skin. Slowly, Merriell worked your dress off and over your head, whistling when he finally took in the state of your skin.

“Don’t move.”

He returned from the bathroom with a few ibuprofen and bent to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

You swallowed your pills, then Merriell played an on-the-spot game of Operation™️ making sure not to slide the straps of your bra against your skin as he removed it. Your back definitely got it worse than your front, so he instructed you to lie face down.

You made a noise as Mer opened the aloe and poured some into his hand.

“I know—but it’s gonna feel so much betta once ya get past the cold.”

Bracing for contact, you clutched at the sheets as Merriell dribbled a little aloe onto your shoulder.

“Ai-yi-yi!” you called out.

He giggled and said, “Don’t think I’ve eva heard ya yell dat before.”

You groaned in response, and Merriell began to gently rub the aloe over your shoulder. His touch was feather-light, and he took it slow, cooling one section of your back at a time until it finally felt like the fire that had become your skin had been squelched.

Mer lightly petted your lower back where the sun hadn’t reached while you were in the water as he waited for the aloe to dry.

“Thank you,” you murmured, your eyes closed as you concentrated on his soothing touch.

“Of course. Ready for the front?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you answered, slowly rolling over and propping your head up with extra pillows so your upper back wasn’t directly on the bed.

He started with your arms, then moved to your chest, slowly dribbling out the aloe so it wasn’t a shock to your aching skin. Like your lower back, your belly had escaped the wrath of the sun, so Mer gently trailed his fingers over your unburnt skin, occasionally reaching up to stroke your breasts, keeping the touch intimate rather than sexual.

By the time the aloe was dry, you were fast asleep.

Merriell got up, careful not to jostle the king-size bed, and went to the bathroom to wash off the sticky aloe. Your mouth was open and a soft snore was passing through the gap, making him smile as he looked you over, still in disbelief at just how red your skin had turned.

Fussing with the comforter, he finally got it out from under your legs without waking you. He pulled it over you making sure your arms were placed on top of the blanket and making sure not to let it touch your burnt chest.

“I’ll always take care a ya,” he murmured as he pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

#Merriell Shelton #Snafu Shelton #Merriell Shelton x Reader #Female Reader #Merriell Shelton fluff #rami malek #rami malek fluff #rami malek character #snafu

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lemonjoonah · 4 years

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guess whos back n betta than eva ??? hesr me out. bc its been sad bitch hours recently. little dove in sad bitch mode (aka all the time come on) and just really needs some physical affection👈🏼 who we thinkin qnd why. 🥂

Turned this one into anther kind of ask my muse dialogue things because I’m not sure how else to approach it. 😅 I’m gonna place the timing of this question to really soon after the events for Beastly Gods just for educational purposes (you’ll see what I mean 😂🤣😂). Once again Lemon is me moderating)

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*The Little Dove and flock are once again seated on opposite sides of the room*

Jungkook: *Leans over to Hoseok so the Little Dove can’t hear* Why did the drunk anon say that the Little Dove is sad female dog?

Hoseok: *Responds quietly with a muted snicker* Must be because no one has bred her.

Jungkook: Oh! Do female humans have heats too?

Hoseok: Not exactly the same, I think Namjoon was looking into it. Hey Namjoon! *Hoseok yells, no longer trying to hide their conversation* What were you saying about human heats earlier?

Little Dove: *Stunned to silence*

Namjoon: They ovulate for a couple days, every month, year round.

Jungkook: *Goes wide eyed* Year round? Wow so that’s what this person means by sad bitch mode all the time? She’s in heat but no one has given her, *checks ask again* ‘Physical Affection?’ *Gets up from his seat smelling the air and attempts to move closer to the Little Dove, but Taehyung grabs his arm*

Taehyung: She’s not, *chuckles* trust me, you’ll know when she is. You’ll be able to smell her across the room. It was absolute torture when we were in that cabin together.

Little Dove: *Chokes on air* That’s not what she meant! But I’d like another question please!

Lemon: I don’t have any others. So if you had to fuck one of them who would it be?

Little Dove: Fine... if I have to answer. *Turns back to the flock* You’re all attractive, I’ll give you that, and therefore... I’ve made the decision that I’ll fuck the person who grants me my freedom. How does that sound?

Jungkook: *Wide eyed and squirming in his seat*

Seokjin: *Laughs nervously*

Yoongi: *Stares at the floor wringing his hands*

Jimin: *Lets out a loud whistle*

Namjoon: *Rubs the back of his neck*

Hoseok: *Opens his mouth and promptly closes it again*

Taehyung: *Glares at his Little Dove who returns the favour*

Little Dove: *Mocking tone* Awh, no takers? I guess you have your answer then.

#bts beastly gods #bts beastly tales #drunk anon

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hufflepuffhollander · 4 years

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guess who’s back and betta than eva!!!

hello to anyone out there who still follows this blog even after over a year of dormancy!!! I appreciate you and I am excited to jump back into this little escapist world.

I have a handful of requests still sitting in my inbox so I’m going to get on with those and hopefully can gain some more traction again :-)

So keep an ear (or an eye) out for those! And send me more requests as a celebration of me getting back into tom holland/harry styles/and others blurb writing mode!!

#send requests #i'm back #yay me #tom holland #tom holland blurb #tom holland imagines #harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagines #poetry in motion

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ohprettyweeper-fics · 4 years

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Summary: When life moves on, you’ve got to decide who you want to move forward with you. Pairing: Tyler x Reader Word Count: 1320 Warnings: None? Square Filled: Sunday Best - Augustana for @bandombingo

A/N: Guess who’s back and betta than eva! (Sorry, I had to.) I don’t know about better than ever, but I am back with a new fic - my first for Bandom Bingo! I also have jury duty this week, which I’m hoping will allow for lots of writing time, since I’m allowed to have my laptop when I’m in the assembly room. Hope everyone is doing well, enjoy this little fic!

It happened on a Friday. They were sitting on Y/N’s front porch after hanging out with some friends, waiting for their energy to wind down enough to want to sleep. Tyler was watching her, but her mind was a million miles away.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, nudging her with his elbow.

Y/N’s attention snapped back to home. “The ocean. I know there are places where the ocean is chilly, but in my mind, it’s always warm. The sun is always shining, and everything is peaceful and content.”

“What about hurricanes?” Tyler countered.

She laughed and his heart beat faster. “Okay, so sometimes it’s cold and sometimes it’s chaotic. Things here have felt so insane lately. Running isn’t the answer, but maybe I’m not thinking of running. Maybe I’m thinking of starting over.”

Tyler couldn’t fault her for that. Her world had been turned upside down in the last few months. She had found a new normal, and he hadn’t left her side once during the process, but that didn’t mean the trouble was forgotten. Tyler’s mind was dark and chaotic at times, too. Their bond had strengthened over an abundance of big life questions and a lack of a healthy amount of sleep.

“I can’t wait for the next thing to start,” Tyler sighed, leaning back on his hands and imagining all the shows he and Josh had scheduled to play over the next few months. “It’s all right here, but I wouldn’t mind a distraction for a while.”

“You and me both,” Y/N responded quietly.

He thought about asking her to come along, and that was the moment Tyler realized he loved her.

A week later, she rushed up the stairs to his room where he was playing silly melodies on the keyboard near the window. She held up an airplane ticket in front of him; Tyler set his headphones to the side and powered off the keyboard.

“Boston? I thought you wanted warmth and the ocean and stuff?”

Y/N looked down at the ticket and shrugged. “I decided to buy a ticket to somewhere and Boston was the first place that came to mind. So that’s what I decided to do.”

Tyler held his hand out for the ticket, a smile pasted on his face. He wanted to be excited for her. He read over the words on the ticket, raising his brow when he saw a certain condition on the ticket.

“One-way, huh?”

“Don’t lecture me like my parents did, all right? What if I can’t get back, blah, blah, blah. What if I don’t want to come back? It sucks here! Everything is falling apart, everything’s been falling apart! I hate it! I hate it here!”

Y/N had gone from excited and happy to scared and upset faster than Tyler could keep up with. One minute she was practically jumping up and down with joy and the next she was crying and screaming.

“Hey, I wasn’t going to say any of that,” Tyler assured, tossing the ticket onto the keyboard and pulling her against his chest. He held her tight around the shoulders, but her arms stayed straight at her sides. “I was surprised, is all. You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do, Y/N/N. I’m on your side in this. I’m always on your side.”

“I know,” she whispered, sniffling herself back into some state of composed.

Though she seemed okay, Tyler continued to hold her. He rocked her gently back and forth until, finally, she worked her arms up between them, threw her arms around his neck, and held on for dear life.

They were both set to leave on a Tuesday. Funny, Tyler thought to himself, how life sometimes came full circle that way. He planned to spend Monday with his family for the most part, so if he was going to do this, it had to be today.

Maybe there wasn’t a point in telling her that he loved her. He had one foot out of Columbus for a short time, and she had no idea if or when she was going to come back. Tyler knew that part of him thought that confessing to her would give her a reason to come back. Really though, he knew that if he didn’t tell her how he felt, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

So, here he was after a post-church lunch with his family, knocking on her front door. He chewed on his thumbnail while he waited for someone to let him in the house, anxiety and determination battling it out within him. Fortunately, determination was still winning out.

“Hey, Tyler,” her father greeted, holding the screen door open, “c’mon in. Y/N’s downstairs, I think.”

“Thanks,” Tyler replied, smiling politely before heading for the familiar staircase.

Y/N was laid out on the couch, fast asleep. She was dressed in one of her favorite dresses, one she reserved only for church specifically because it was one of her favorites. Tyler never quite understood her logic behind that, but he didn’t pretend to understand much about dresses, anyway.

He took a seat next to her, running his fingers lightly through her hair. She didn’t move. He completed the gesture a couple more times, then put his hand back in his lap.

“Keep doing that,” she mumbled, a sleepy smile pulling at her lips.

Tyler smiled, too. He waited for her to stretch and sit up, be able to keep her eyes open. She took the throw blanket form the back of the couch and pulled it over her legs, then pulled her knees up to her chest.

“Did we have plans and I forgot?” Y/N asked him.

“No, no, I came by uninvited,” Tyler admitted. “I wanted to talk to you.”

Her face fell. “Is everything all right?”

Tyler nodded emphatically and took her hands in his. “Yes, everything is great. It’s just — you’re leaving. And I’m leaving. And I’m coming back but you don’t know if you are … anyway. I don’t know why I feel like I need to say any of this, except for selfish reasons, I guess.”

He paused there, and Y/N nodded. “Okay, so … tell me?”

Tyler took a deep breath. “I love you. I — I had this whole speech that I repeated, like, five times on the way over, but now all I can do is say that. I wanted you to know, I guess.”

She stared at him for a long time. Long enough that Tyler let go of her hands and stood, ready to apologize and explain himself. Y/N threw the blanket off of her legs and stood too, grabbing for his hands as she went up on tiptoe to press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you too, Ty.”

Tyler allowed himself a moment of shock before twirling her off the floor and kissing her again.

With a tour in full swing for Tyler, and Y/N living life in Boston, staying in touch wasn’t always easy. They called when they could, texted at least once a day. But, Tyler’s favorite part of their communications was the postcards that would sometimes arrive before him at the hotel where they were staying. Today when they checked in, the clerk handed him a key and a postcard with the Boston skyline depicted on the front — there was always some sort of landmark on the postcard. He waited until they got to the hotel room and he could lean back against the pillows and read about her latest adventure to flip the postcard over; he was surprised to see only a much shorter message than he expected. The postcard was dated from the Sunday prior.

Last night, I dreamed about hugging you. This morning, I bought another one-way ticket. To Columbus.

Love Always,

Y/N

#bandombingo-r1 #twenty one pilots #tyler #tyler joseph #fanfiction #reader #reader insert #tyler x reader #tyler joseph x reader #augustana #sunday best

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maytheforcebewithyouall · 6 years

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hello yes i have returned to this blog i am a piece of shit i know but hello i am back

#talking to no one #whassup guys i have returned #guess who's back and betta than eva

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gizoogletranslateshomestuck · 5 years

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[A6A6I5] ====>

JIZZLE: you knizzay jake, at first you seemed pretty shizzle... JOHN: biznut yizzy don't really seem that wizzle at all now? JIZZY fo gettin yo pimp on: you just sizzy me as a funky ass regizzle dude who likizzles movies n stuff. Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. JIZZLE: i'm glad we be blingin' a cizzy ta rap! Chill as I take you on a trip.

JIZZY: Yeah me too so sit back relax new jacks get smacked! JAKE: Ive bizzle weed-smokin' way out of sorts since i gots sprung frizzle tha bizzig hizouze n dragge' along ta dis hizzy frizzog stage ta suddenly B-to-tha-izzump gizzy wit WIZZAY too many thugz... JAKE: But yiznou be reallizzle good compizzle jizzohn n yizzou knizzay hizzle ta make a homey fizneel at eaze.

JIZZAY: heh, yeah, it be a lot of thugz. JIZZOHN: i'm hav'n trouble keep'n trizzle of everyizzle myself!

JAKE gangsta style: Tizzy all seem lizzy decent folk n all but... Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. JAKE: I guess everyonizzles catch'n me at a bizzy tizzay. JAKE: Dis W-to-tha-izzasnt hizzle i pictured th'n trippin' at all.

JOHN: how were yiznou ballin' it? Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T.

JAKE: Naively i suppoze. JIZZAKE: Its not that i wiznas expect'n differently of anyone elze... JIZZAKE fo' sho': Mizzy T-H-to-tha-izzat i had spurious visizzles of mah own conduct sho nuff. JIZZY: Baller tha letta i sent you?

JOHN: yizzy.

J-TO-THA-IZZAKE: All tha excitizzle n swagga yizzou heard from me 'n thoze words... JAKE: Thizzay tha dawg i thought id be whizzen yizzay met me. JIZZY: A dawg of actizzle n gumptizzle... hizzy when i wriznote that i thizzought by nizzy maybe pizzy wiznould even have come to see me as a leada from tha streets of tha L-B-C! JIZZAY: What a lizzle. JAKE: I turned out ta be such a disappointment ta myself n everyone elze. You gotta check dis shit out yo. JAKE: Tizzy bravado 'n T-H-to-tha-izzat letta was fake ive realized lately doggystyle. JAKE: Ive realize' a lot of thizzings. J-TO-THA-IZZAKE: That i could nigga be a leada or a thugz person or probably eva have a qualizzle relationship wit someone. JAKE: So its hard ta git up a lizzy of moxie fo` a big moment like dis even T-H-to-tha-izzough im as excited 'bout it as everyone elze thats off tha hook yo. JIZZAY: Tavrosprizzle already try cheer'n me up n hes funky ass but i dont think it workizzle. JIZZAY ya dig? Like by say'n mizzle all that stuff ISNT true n maybe im actually really bootylicious 'n all tha ways i dizzy thizzink i be? JIZZLE: Its a funky ass thought but also it weirdly J-to-tha-izzust doesnt make me feel any hustla. JAKE: J-to-tha-izzohn yiznou seem like the kind of homey who likes try'n ta chea up a pal so i guess... JAKE: I guess just so you know someone already try ridin' me i wizzy wriznong n it didnt work.

JOHN: i D-to-tha-izzon't think yoe wrong though! JOHN: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. well, i don't knizzay so jus' chill. JOHN n shit: we just met! what could i knizzow 'bout you other than W-H-to-tha-izzat yizzou tell me? One, two three and to tha four. JOHN: i belizzle yizzy 'bout all that. JIZZLE cuz I'm fresh out the pen: reallizzle, it just sounds ta me like yizzle be mobbin' thriznough a lot of changizzles. Im crazy, you can't phase me. JIZZOHN like this and like that and like this and uh: changes be gizzood! JOHN: Death row 187 4 life. especizzle if yizzou understand that what straight trippin' ta you. JIZZY: i think that's hizzy we G-R-to-tha-izzow n stuff now pass the glock. JIZZAY: i thizzay i've change' 'n a lizzot of ways. I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier. JOHN so bow down to the bow wow! some ways thizzat werizzle easy.

JAKE: Yeah sho nuff?

JOHN: sure! Snoop dogg is in this bitch. JOHN: so yoe realiz'n you like bein by yoself, it sounds like. I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. JOHN: Chill as I take you on a trip. biznig deal! JIZNOHN: Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. i like bein alizzle a liznot of times too. it helps me T-H-to-tha-izzink. JOHN: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. if that wizzy you be, there noth'n W-R-to-tha-izzong wit that. JIZZLE: jade grandpa liked bein by himsizzle too. It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. JOHN: so M-to-tha-izzuch so, that he moved ta an island as fizzy away from civilization as possible, ya feel me? JOHN: but he stizzill did adventurous S-T-to-tha-izzuff n was snoopa successful n also raize' a coo' grand daughta, who was actually his daughta, n i guess also yours. Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn.

JAKE: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. Huh. JAKE: Yes i guess yizzle right.

JOHN: n if noth'n elze... JOHN: Drop it like its hot. at least you have a coo' costume. Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house.

JIZZLE: You... JAKE with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin: Yiznou reallizzle lizzike it?

JIZZAY: hell yes!

JIZNAKE: Wow thizzay. JAKE: Sometimizzles i worry thiznat i mizzle look a shawty silly. J-TO-THA-IZZAKE: N feel kind of... expoze' maybe? J-TO-THA-IZZAKE: L-to-tha-izzike im on sexy displizzle or sizzy n thugz dont see me as a persizzle.

JOHN: i wouldn't worry 'bout that. JOHN: i lizzay tha god tia pajamas, n yizzay be bizzles. Snoop dogg is in this bitch. JIZNOHN: you lizzle lizzay a snoopa hizzero!

JAKE: Really???

JIZZLE: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. yizzes. JOHN: well... JOHN: maybe a plucky S-to-tha-izzide kick, at LEAST. JIZZLE: Heheheheh. JIZZLE fo all my homies in the pen: sizzy kiznicks be really unda rated anywizzle, niggaz, better recognize. JOHN sho nuff: i think 'n some cases they might be the real stizzay. JIZZAY: like, you knizzow bat dawg so sit back relax new jacks get smacked? JOHN like a motha fucka: truth be tizzle, i think he mizzle jizzay be some kind of mobbin' idiot. JIZZY: They call me tha black folks president. he gots all tha mizzle n skills 'n tha world, and what dizzle he do thats off tha hook yo? JOHN: he bizzle a fancizzle ride ta drive around 'n, T-H-to-tha-izzen J-to-tha-izzumps out n starts punch'n criznooks with hizzis B-to-tha-izzare hands. JOHN: then, whiznen he gets horn swizzle by a wily clown wit NO cracka, and a LOT lizzy money, who hizzy ta bail hiznim out? Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. JOHN: his side kick of courze cuz this is how we do it.

J-TO-THA-IZZAKE cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: Yeah yizzy rizzle!

JIZNOHN: what be bat man evizzle doggy stylin' ta prizzove? bein all serioizzles n "coo'" look'n. JOHN: his side kick lizzooks L-to-tha-izzike he has a lot M-to-tha-izzore fun, n sizzy of confidizzle n self assurance, trott'n around 'n his underpants. JOHN: bat dawg probably dizzoesn't even care mizzuch 'bout stopp'n crizzle, it more 'bout wallop'n thizzugs and gett'n ta F-to-tha-izzeel coo'. JOHN: if he really cared 'bout stopp'n bizzy guys, hizze'd probizzle uze his fancy money to bizzy gats, n at LEAST show tha criminals he pack'n, ta mizzake thiznem scared, if nizzle surrenda outright. JOHN: Drop it like its hot. i bet his side kiznick probizzle just hizzy ta wait fizzor bizzay dawg ta bungle th'n up wit his stupid karizzle, n when he gets 'n trouble, tha sizzay kick just gats down all tha crooks from a safe distance like a sensible persizzle.

JAKE: Well i do love gats!!! JIZNAKE: ALSO fistizzles.

JOHN: sizzay? there you go. JOHN: yizzy betta than bat dawg already.

KARKAT so jus' chill: (WHISPA WHISPA BROTHA) KARKAT: (WHISPER WHISPA)

JIZZAY: hiznold on... JOHN: shh, listen. JIZZLE: n we out!

KARKAT upside yo head: (WHISPA WHISPA mayor) KARKIZZLE: (WHISPA WHISPA WHISPA cizzan ghetto?) KARKIZZLE bitch ass nigga: (WHISPA WHIZZLE but where? WHISPA BROTHA earth WHISPA) KIZZLE: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. (WHISPA WHISPA NIGGA ta scale so show some love, niggaz!? don't see hizzy WHISPER WHISPA WHISPA) KIZZLE: (if yoe really go'n BITCH PIMP WHISPA build WHIZZLE KILLA)

JIZZOHN: (ha ha, chill yo.) JOHN: (he talk'n ta tha mayor agizzle.)

J-TO-THA-IZZAKE: (so it sizzeems. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'.) JAKE: (thizzle really appizzle ta hiznave Q-to-tha-izzuite tha rapport.)

JOHN: (i just love hizzay he tizzy ta tha mizzle.) JOHN: (it like he mizzade up dis whizzle language.) JOHN fo' sho': (of lizzike minimal hatin' n hand gestures. Nigga get shut up or get wet up.) JIZZAY: (it so skanky, chill yo!)

KIZZLE: *AHEM* KIZZLE: Its just anotha homocide. EGBERT, WHAT THA FUCK. KARKAT: WIZNERE YOU EAVESDROPP'N?!

JOHN: no!

KARKAT: DIS BE A FUCK'N PRIVIZZLE CONVERSATION. KIZZLE: STOP BE'N RIZZY GARBAGE.

JIZZY fo' sho': i wizzle eavesdropp'n... JIZZOHN: you just happizzle ta be L-to-tha-izzike... right there. JOHN: n yoe a really loud drug deala cuz its a doggy dog world!

KARKIZZLE: OH!!! OK THIZZAY! HERE, HAVE AN EXCESSIVELY *QUIET* (shut tha fuck up)

JOHN: sorry to increase tha peace! JOHN: go back ta yo' skanky mayor conference ridin' in mah double R. JOHN, betta check yo self: wizne'll mind our own business dogg.

TAVROSPRITE wit da big Bo$$ Dogg: aCHOO!, TAVROSPRITE: aaizzle!!!,

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: oh dawg. JOHN: what's go'n on nizzle paper'd up?

TAVROSPRITE: aCHOO!,,,

JASPERSPRITE: Meow. :3

TAVROSPRITE: aCHOOOOO!!!!! TAVROSPRITE: wHY, TAVROSPRITE: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. aCHOO,! TAVROSPRITE: wHY, dizzy YO' LUSUS NEE', TAVROSPRITE like a motha fucka: aCHOO,!,,! TAVRIZZLE thats off tha hook yo: ta BE H-TO-THA-IZZERE,,, TAVROSPRITE: aCHOO!!!, TAVROSPRITE fo' sheezy: mah ALLIZZLE, }:(

JOHN: jaspa?? JIZZY and yo momma: what are you... JOHN: wizzy a minute, know what im sayin? JOHN: roze, be that yizzy? Nigga get shut up or get wet up.!

JASPERSPRIZZLE: Meeeeeow!

JOHN: oh mah gizzle. J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: i turn mah back fo` two seconds, n sum-m sum-m stupid happens.

TAVROSPRIZZLE: aaaaCHizzle,!!!

> [A6A6I5] ====>

#Gizoogle #Homestuck #pg7510

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guess who’s back and betta than eva

It’s ya girl Danni.

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My Life And My Heart

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman x reader

A/N: Hey guys! Im back and betta than eva since exam week is overrr!!! I’m gonna update some more since i’m on break rn so YAY!!! Anyways enjoy some cute fluff!

Request: Hii! Diana is secretly in love with her friend reader and the reader wants archery lessons. Diana agrees (she can't say no to the reader) even tho she knows the close proximity will be excruciating. Side note: reader is also secretly in love with diana cuz duh. Please make it as romantic and as fluffy as possible! With a happy ending. Thank you so much I love your work!

Warning: FLUFF !!!

(Imagine a teen Diana or not, your choice.)

You stare off at the target in front of you as the sea waves push against the surface with lots of sounds. You have practiced day and night with many different weapons, but one just couldn’t stick to you. The bow and arrow.

You did all the steps, but it just wouldn’t work the way you wanted. Never once have you ever got to hit the target. Frustration got the better of you so you asked Diana for help. Yes, the Diana who you have a crush on, the one known to be the connector of humans and gods. She was everything that people wanted to be, but honestly she was everything you just wanted.

Diana on the other hand fell hard for you. No beauty could surpass how different and unique you looked as you gave off an adorable sense to yourself.

You asked her for some archery lessons and of course she agreed, but she was fighting with herself on whether or not to do this with her ever so looming crush on you. You knew she wasn’t into you so it was going to be a simple and friendly like training. No feelings whatsoever.

Diana stares with narrow eyes as you position yourself correctly as said. You stretched out your arm as your elbows pokes out behind you. Your back constricts against the straps of your outfit once you’ve reached the maximum space between the string and the bow. You let go with your last ounce of energy and sweat put into that shot, but it still fails to reach your goals of the day. You cry out at the sky as the arrow lands on the ground.

You decided to do this again. Sweat drips from your forehead as the sun starts to waver ever so close to the ocean. You draw out the same position with beauty and stance, or so Diana thought so. Yet she still saw the same problem occurring over your different reaches for getting at least one shot at the target. Diana walks quietly over behind you and puts her hand softly on your shoulder as she pulls it slight down and lets your muscles relax. You tense up a little, but the hand was warm with sparks as it started to calm you down. Diana soon enough trails her hands to you arms as she positions you in a more comfortable position.

“Position your head right next to the arrow so you know where it goes.” Diana says as her right hand grasp around your waist and left hand positions the bow closer to you. A blush fills your cheek as you start to feel the red color burst throughout your body. Diana was nervous herself as sweet poured from her pits. Her sinewy arms held onto you like your were made of glass, but she believed in your strength and hard work.

Even with all the respect she had for you, she still suffered against holding you as every instinct in her large body wanted to touch you in places where no else could touch. Tingles were rushing through both your bodies as want and desperation filled the air. Diana’s breathe hits the back of your neck as you felt your heartbeat reach the exact same rate as it. Your muscles start to relax against her hold and you softly let go with the air. The arrow flows at a straight line and hits the target right on the dot. You turn out and grin at Diana.

“Thank you so much Diana! I owe you my life!” You bury yourself in her neck as you felt her start to tense up. You pull your head out to see her warm eyes look at you in admiration as the sun starts to slowly set along the horizon behind you guys. You stare back with much intensity as you still felt her strong arms at your waist. She slowly leans into you and soon enough soft lips touch your own. The fireworks burst between your mouths as you gently held onto her for your life. Your eyes close and relax as soon as you lean into her within the kiss. You both let go for air and lean your head among each other as the view of both your swollen lips and red rays from the sun cover your face. You grab her hand and lead her back to her home not before giving her one long, deserving peck.

“I guess I owe you my life, but it seems like you already have my heart.” You look up, yelling towards her window as she appears out and blows a kiss your direction. You blush and run back to your own home, but not without returning a kiss back to the girl you love.

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#Diana Prince #diana prince x reader #diana prince imagine #diana prince headcanon #Wonder Woman #wonder woman headcanons #wonder woman imagine #wonder woman x reader #dc x reader #dc imagine #DC comics #dc #WLW #wlw fanfiction #wlw smut #lesbian #justice league #lesbian imagine

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This Ain’t a Scene Its a Goddamn Drag Race

A RuPaul Drag Race AU ft your favorite gay angel and bisexual himbo

~Part One~

“It’s starting!” he called, wiggling deeper into his usual spot on the couch as he pulled the afghan his brother had knitted for him tighter over his shoulders. “You’re gonna miss it!”

The commercial on the screen ended and the familiar logo for the show flashed across the screen.

“Previously on Drag Race…”

“Goddamnit, we have a DVR,” the other man said, skidding into the room with a gigantic bowl of popcorn in his hands. He flopped down and tugged on the corner of the afghan until the first man relinquished a corner of it to him. “You coulda paused it. Did you start the recording? I told your brother we’d record it.”

“Yes, I’m recording it,” the first man sighed, reaching over to snag some popcorn. “It’s not like we didn’t already see all this happen anyway.”

“It’s all in the editing, gummy bear.” the smaller man snarked right back as the intro segment went through its familiar rigamarole on the screen before them. “Now, shush up.”

The other man grumbled in reply, but smiled around his pilfered popcorn.

Holly Cummunion didn’t bother to hide her smile when she waggled her fingertips at Maura Less as she was sashaying away. She knew the camera would catch her acting like a shady bitch, which wouldn’t win her the crown for Miss Congeniality, but she couldn’t help celebrating the fall of the two-faced monster that was ‘Destraura’. The fact that the other contestant leaving would make Tasha happy too was just an unintended consequence.

“Ladies,” Gabby Reale called, garnering the attention of the five remaining contestants after Maura had finally dragged her saggy ass off of the runway. “I hope you take the judges' critiques to heart going forward. You’re my final five, so if you’re still thinking that less is more, well...”

Gabby ended the subtle dig at the eliminated contestant with a coy twist of her shoulders that made the sequins on her deep red ball gown sparkle.

Holly swallowed hard as she remembered that she had been critiqued heavily by the guest judge for not wearing enough makeup to cover her five o’clock shadow and nodded along solemnly with the other queens. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t been in the bottom two, at this point even the littlest things could mean you were lip syncing for your life.

“And remember, if you can’t love yourself then how in the hell are you gonna love anybody else? Can I get an ay-men?!” Gabby recited, raising her hand up like Sister Mary Clarence feeling the holy spirit move her.

“Ay-men!” Holly recited along with the other girls, waiting for Gabby’s call of “Now let the music play!” before rushing over to gather Kim Chi close to her in a celebratory hug.

“Girl you slayed it!” Holly whispered in her ear, referring to the lip sync battle that the other queen had just won against Maura Less. They’d sung Britney Spears’ Toxic, which was poetic because Maura had been bragging about her Britney skills the whole damn competition, even done a passable impersonation in the Snatch Game.

Kim just showed her teeth and pulled Holly out onto the runway to dance with her, filming the scene that would play with the end credits of the episode when it aired on T.V. She didn’t have to force a smile as she danced, despite how tired she was, after all she was one step closer to becoming America’s next drag superstar.

The quintet made it back to the workroom to find ‘You betta werk, E! #Destraura4Lyfe’ scrawled on the mirror in bright pink lipstick. Holly just rolled her eyes at that because no surprise there, trust Maura to be a fucking troll to the bitter end.

“Well it’s sweet she left us all personal messages,” Kim said sarcastically, snagging up the spray bottle of glass cleaner that had been left on the workspace for her and spraying it liberally over Maura’s parting words. “Bye, bye bye, bitch.”

The other four queens watched in relative silence as Kim finished her task; Dianne Tawank started fidgeting with the tape that was holding up her strapless dress and Holly couldn’t wait to kick off her heels even if wandering around the workroom in her hose would ruin them.

“Sorry your incestuous little clique got broken up, Momma,” Tasha Salad drawled in Eva Destruction’s direction as the other queen watched Kim’s cleaning with a despondent look on her face. “Guess you’ll have to groom another kitten to play with.”

“I’m not your ‘Momma’, Potato,” Eva Destruction snapped, using the derivative nickname that she and Maura had been calling Tasha behind her back since the beginning of the competition.

Holly was pretty sure it was the first time the other queen had heard it used to her face because Tasha’s mouth dropped open in pretty genuine looking shock before her expression morphed into fury.

“Just being respectful to my elders,” Tasha retorted, glancing over at the now clean mirror before storming towards her area of the work room that held her wigs and gowns and many, many trunks of shoes. “But I guess the opera gloves are coming off, Evil.”

Dianne snorted into her hand and rolled her eyes at the other two queens before she dismissed them both and started gingerly tugging at the tape on her dress so that she could take it off. Though her chest was waxed, the other queen still winced as she rolled her skin tight purple dress down her body; revealing angry red marks from the tape, painted on cleavage, padding attached to the inner lining of her dress, and a toned body that Holly couldn’t help but spare a glance at as she moved towards her own makeup kit that held her cold cream near the mirror.

She’d been single for almost five years, she was fucking allowed to look. Dianne just winked at her in the reflection of the mirror before she swanned over to her where her wig styling head was and started tugging at the edges of her ginger, lace-front wig.

“Oh, can’t we all just get along, girls?” Holly asked Kim rhetorically, earning a girlish giggle from her as she bounced around in her platform heels causing the tutu she was wearing to flutter prettily.

Holly presumed the other queen was running on leftover adrenaline from her near-miss with elimination, but her excess energy could also be due to the fact that Kim was about ten years younger than her. God, she made her feel old.

“What-ever,” Eva scoffed, kicking her heels off without a care to the fact that one of the size 13s almost caught Kim in her shin. “You can’t even be bothered to scrape off that sandpaper on your chin so excuse me if I don’t think you’re the best person to be leading a kumbaya drum circle.”

“Just cause I live on the west coast,” Holly replied evenly, leaning in close to the mirror so she could start smearing cold cream over her jawline. “Doesn’t mean I’m a hippie, so fuck you. And my jaw may be rough, but at least it doesn’t rub as bad as watching my girlfriend get sent home by a teenager. Does it, Mother-dear?”

“Bitch, what’d I just say?” Eva started, rounding quickly on Holly until the older queen was looming menacingly behind her in the mirror.

“Now, now, ladies,” Dianne chided in her clipped British accent as she shimmied the rest of her way out of her dress; draping it carefully over a dress form before she started scratching her painted nails through her short blonde hair that had gotten flattened to her head with sweat while under her wig. “Can you please save your bickering for tomorrow? When I’m hungover enough from celebrating my win to tune you all out?”

There was a tense silence that Dianne must have taken as agreement because the queen just nodded to herself and started tugging the hip padding out of her tights. Holly focused her own attention on getting off as much of her makeup as she could for now and then started the arduous task of getting her own tight, structured dress off without ripping out the boning in the bodice; that shit was a bitch to fix and her fingers already hurt from helping Kim stitch herself into her own dress for the evening.

Within half an hour the five glamourous women who had entered the workroom had been defrocked down to the five average, gay men that made up their cores. It wasn’t until one of the show’s production assistants was going around to remove their microphones for the evening and the cameras were shut off that one of them spoke up.

“Anyone down for pizza tonight?” Kevin asked, scratching at a stray smear of his bright green eyeshadow that had somehow ended up on the back of his hand. “My treat?”

“I’m in,” Castiel replied, earning a quick smile from the short Asian man as the group began to head out of the studio; back to the hotel rooms that were their home away from home for the time that they were filming the show. “Balthazar?”

“As long as I can drink as well,” the British expat replied, twitching with the collar of the leather jacket he was wearing over a tight Henley as they emerged into the brisk evening that was San Francisco in early November.

Balthazar always seemed to be dressed to impressed even though when off camera the contestants spent most of their time playing cards in their hotel, forbidden to go out for even a nightcap by their contracts and an ever watchful security team. They also couldn’t have cell phones, web access, watch the news, or have any contact whatsoever with their family and friends; which was a whole separate bitch in and of itself.

One thing that all of the contestants had agreed on though was that their rooms had great mini bars, an even better porn selection, and more than enough take-out menus to suit every possible taste.

“Well, jailbait can’t drink any of it,” Raphael answered in a bored tone as he picked at his chipping nail polish. The other man looked up when his remark was met with silence and it was then he saw the scathing look that Castiel and Balthazar were giving him as Kevin blushed down at his feet. “Whaaaat? You bitches know I’m joking.”

“It’s fine,” Kevin muttered, flinching when Luc shouldered impatiently past him to climb into the backseat of one of the black town cars that was waiting for them at the curb. “You want pizza, Luc?”

“Fuck your pizza,” Luc growled back, his eyes noticeably red-rimmed. “Can we go now?”

The four men looked meaningfully at each other, but it was Castiel that broke first; letting out a deep sigh before he pulled his old college hoodie tighter around himself and climbed into the empty seat beside Luc. Kevin, Raphael and Balthazar would take the other car, unwilling to ride with the sullen man since his friend had just been sent home.

Castiel suspected (and apparently others did too) that the pair were more than ‘just friends’, but since romantic relationships between contestants were forbidden they had kept mum about Luc and Michael’s closeness while in front of the producers; allowing them to think it was a harmless clique that had formed as they tended to do on reality shows. But it was obvious by how upset the other man was, sniffling into the cuffs of his long sleeved red shirt, that something more had definitely been going on between the two queens.

“I put him in drag for the first time,” Luc said, breaking the heavy silence that had settled between them on the short drive from the studio to the hotel.

“Are you going to be okay?” Castiel questioned, unable to hide his concern for the other man, even though it smacked of an overreaction. Hell, it's not like Michael had died or anything; just gone back to New York for a while.

“Bite me, cum-stain,” Luc replied and Castiel rolled his eyes at the unimaginative nickname.

He was willing to bet money that that particular gem had been Michael’s idea of a parting shot; not $100,000 of course, but at least a tenner or something. Castiel was pretty certain either way that he’d win it back.

#Fic writing #destiel fanfiction #spn fanfiction #rpdr au #gd drag race

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guess who's back and betta than eva! #itsme #snapchat #smile

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Melbourne, An Interlude

Summary: Merriell “Snafu” Shelton is on leave in Australia and meets a girl who, in quite a twist for Merriell, ends up charming the pants off of him. I was inspired by @rami-hoe and their story, The Soldier and the Nurse, because it was written in Snaf’s first person POV.

I am experimenting with this whole first person POV thing, so I keep Snaf’s thoughts in a slight version of his accent—this might be annoying af and not work at all :/ Feedback welcome! This is also my first piece on here with an OFC instead of a reader insert. I still tried to keep her vague-ish, but I wanted to do something different : )

This story will be two parts because I no longer seem to be able to write a one-shot to save my life.

Permanent Taglist: @rami-malek-trash @sherlollydramoine

Warnings: language, racial slur against the Japanese in accordance with the time period, and lots of sex stuff, so no under 18s, please!

If Guadalcanal was anythin’ to indicate what else was comin,’ I was gonna make the most of my time here in Melbourne. I was one of the lucky ones without malaria, but I was skinnier than I’d eva been and it was provin’ to be difficult to keep food in me long enough to actually fix my malnourishment.

What I can tell ya was takin’ a shower without a gun within arm’s length, without the fear of havin’ a shell dropped on ya naked ass, was next to feelin’ like god himself was wrappin’ ya up in a hug made out of warm rainwater.

It took a few days of eatin’ a little here and there and a whole lotta sleep for my nerves to relax. After a few meals dat finally settled well and sleepin’ for damn near 36 hours, I was ready to go out and find a drink, and I more than hoped not to spend anotha night alone on a fuckin’ cot in dat stadium.

First night out, I drank five glasses of whiskey and ended up stumblin’ around, gettin’ lost—I used to be able to drink a hell of a lot more than dat. I ended up runnin’ smack inta a gaggle of girls, gigglin’ and chatterin’ as dey were headin’ into the bar I just left.

I’ll be honest, I didn’t care which one said yes—so I took my shot, hopin’ I’d come across as charmin’ to at least one of em. I smiled a lot because I knew girls liked it when I did, and I ran a hand through my hair, short because it had just been cut, tryin’ to look just a little innocent and tryin’ to not sound as drunk as I was.

Her name was somethin’ like Stella or Bella, and I’m pretty sure she was a decent lookin’ girl. She took me back to the place she shared with her sister, and while she was shy at first, she opened up once the lights were out. I tried my best to get her to leave a little light on because I spent enough time in the black of night, not able to even see my own dick in my hand when takin’ a piss. But she was too shy for dat.

I took my time, drunk as I was, and made sure she was ready for me. I wasn’t ‘bout to do somethin’ stupid to start off my leave and maybe she’d be the only girl I’d end up gettin’. I wanted her to remember a good enough time.

The sex was . . . sex. She was a little quiet, a little soft. She kept her hands at her sides, clutchin’ at the sheets on occasion as she laid under me. I eventually gave up on askin’ her what she liked, how she wanted to be touched, because she just giggled and shook her head. I liked it betta when a girl let loose, when she let me know it felt good, too.

I came, pullin’ out even though I was wearin’ a rubber. Unlike a lot of my buddies, I paid damn close attention to those fuckin’ VD movies dey showed us. Right before we shipped out, a kid I knew from trainin’ camp got the clap. Sometimes, when I think ‘bout just slippin’ in to a woman, I remember what his fuckin’ dick looked like and I spend the thirty seconds lubin’ and wrappin’ up with one of the rubber kits the officers give out like candy. I wasn’t gonna spend half my leave vistin’ a Pro Station, or worse, laid up in the hospital with my cock on fire.

Once somethin’-ella was asleep, I tried to leave, quiet as possible. The damn MPs were still up everyone’s assholes, and I didn’t wanna be put in a cage. But on my way out, I ran into her sister and her name sounded somethin’ like Stella or Bella, too. She wasn’t quite as good lookin’ as her sister, but at least she wasn’t shy.

Honestly, I was just engagin’ in small talk, tryin’ to leave, but before I knew it, I found myself, naked and sprawled out on Stella/Bella #2’s bed with her bouncin’ on my cock like she’d been born to do it. Unlike her sis, she really didn’t need my help to come, and I actually was a little taken aback when ‘bout two minutes in she started screamin’ like a banshee, shakin’ and comin’ undone on top of me. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of her warmth, the sweet smell of sex mixin’ with whateva clean soap she had used, until I found myself comin’ for her, just like I did for her sister.

This one was more difficult to get away from, her limbs all tangled with mine and I wasn’t ready for dat—for feelin’ like I couldn’t move. It was way too much like sittin’ in a foxhole up to ya asshole in mud, tangled with ya weapon and ya gear and leanin’ against a buddy.

I relied on instinct and stayed real still, laborin’ my breathin’ like I was asleep and sure enough, she drifted off, snorin’ her head off.

I detangled myself and got outta there. I’d come enough to be a little more sober, so I snuck a glass of water before headin’ out, hopin’ I’d be able to find my way back to base unnoticed.

* * * * *

The next few weeks proceeded in much the same fashion. Drinkin’, smokin’, a little gamblin’, and closin’ out the night by finding some sweet thing to bed down. I was the happiest I’d been in a long time and even though the threat of drills and trainin’ was kept loomin’ ova our heads, I didn’t mind. Nothin’ here would eva be as bad as what was ova there.

Like I said, I was content with my days and nights and believed it would be how’d I’d spend my time in Melbourne until I saw her.

I was playin’ a game of cards with a few of my buddies, a cigarette danglin’ from my lips, the smoke waftin’ up in a thick stream when I glanced up at a loud guffaw of laughter comin’ from a few tables ova. I reached up to lower my cigarette, and when I found the source of the laughter, I saw the sexiest woman I had eva laid my damn eyes on.

She was surrounded by a group of marines I didn’t know, probably from the 7th Division. Her laughter had them captivated, and her glass of beer was—goddamn, she was drinkin’ beer like she’d been doin’ it her whole life. Her lips fit sensuously ova the thick rim of the mug, and the way she licked the little bit of liquid from her upper lip after a long draught, not just a sip, but a real drink, made me shift in my chair.

I had to know her—fuck sleepin’ with her; I just needed to be near her.

I bowed out of the game, the guys givin’ me major shit as I walked toward her table, all of them turnin’ to see if I’d make an asshole of myself.

When I stopped in front of the table, the conversation barely paused, even though she noticed me immediately and shot me a smirk, her pink lips glistenin’.

“Hi ya,” I said loud enough to turn all their attention. “Name’s Merriell Shelton, 1st Marines Division, and I’d love to buy ya a drink.”

The woman raised her eyebrow, her smirk still planted on her lips. The marines around her laughed and told me to fuck off, albeit with more polite words since dey were in front of the lady.

“As you can see Merriell Shelton, I don’t have a shortage of marines to buy me a drink. What makes your offer so special?”

American. I wasn’t expectin’ dat. Her response made it clear she was bein’ coquettish. Her tone was teasin’ and her eyes were shinin’ with a wickedness I had never seen in a woman’s eye before. It only made her more appealin’ and only made me more determined to shut the other guys up who had started laughin’ at her response, tellin’ me to keep movin.’

“Well, my offer is different, Miss, because dat’s all I want,” I said.

The marines shifted in their seats, clearly annoyed, until one of em I hadn’t seen earlier, guffawed. It was a guy in my company named James Haneson, but everyone called him Hollywood because he had movie-star good looks and wore sunglasses every chance he got. In fact, even though it was night, he had ‘em on now.

“Sure, Snafu. You’ve been with a different girl every night since we got here. Remember those sisters? Or were you just full of shit?” Hollywood said, his white teeth glitterin’ as he laughed while the othas joined in. Because I knew him, I caught the edge in his tone. He was sendin’ a clear signal, but I wasn’t ‘bout to let him win without a fight.

Still wearin’ a grin I considered to be charmin, I retorted, “I neva’ said I been a saint. All I want is to buy a drink for the most beautiful woman I eva seen who also happens to be able to drink betta than about half the men in my company.”

The woman laughed at dat, a throaty, deep laugh I felt run straight through body, like I got a good jolt from a bad wire.

“Well, gents,” she said lookin’ all ‘round her circle of admirers and fixin’ em with a sad little downturn of her mouth, which was surely negated by the wicked look in her eyes. “How can a gal refuse such a reasonable request?”

The guys all protested, Hollywood even reached out to take hold of her elbow, but she slid out of her chair and her linked her arm in mine.

“I’ll see you boys soon,” she said as she reached across the table to drink down the last of her beer.

“Wait, Kathryn! Are you gonna come back to this bar or will you be at the one ‘cross the street?”

“Or the club down on Main?”

“Or—”

Kathryn cut them off with a wink, statin’, “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see!”

Then, she turned to me and whispered, “Let’s get out of here before they stop being so amiable.”

“Kathryn! Where ya goin’? You promised to have a drink with me tonight,” an Aussie marine who was at least three times my size and looked to be more mountain than man said as we whirred by him, Kathryn callin’ out her response ova her shoulder.

“Now, I know that isn’t true because I never make promises to soldiers, Roger! Catch ya around!”

As we exited the bar, Kathryn leaned into me to make way for a group of people headin’ in and she whispered right in my ear, “I took him home night before last and he came on my thighs before he even got my panties off.”

I laughed, goddamn did I laugh! She was sexy and had a mouth on her dat woulda made most men blush.

She continued to lean into me, and when I turned to look at her, her eyes were on my face and she was grinnin’.

“That was a good reaction. You see, I was testing you, Mr. Shelton, and you passed. Shall we have that drink now?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said returnin’ her dazzlin’ smile.

“I know a place that isn’t quite so inundated with, well, your lot.”

I let her lead me through the streets, happy she kept her arm linked with mine. She smelled like perfume, a familiar scent dat reminded me of the little purple sweet violets my granmama grew. Perfume was a luxury now, so I figured with the way she spoke and dressed she was from money. Girls with the kinda confidence Kathryn had were used to havin’ things at their disposal.

As we walked, she pointed out various places and named them, tellin’ me whether dey was worth vistin’ or if dey’d charge ya double.

“How do ya know so much if ya American?” I asked, no longer able to keep my curiosity from climbin’ out the bag.

“Well, my father is Australian. He met my mother while he was at University in the States. We always spend Christmas here with my grandparents, but since the war, I haven’t felt much like going back to my studies. I work in the shipyard now as a welder.”

I actually stopped in my tracks. I was expectin’ maybe a Red Cross volunteer or a nurse, but a welder, huh.

Kathryn let go of my arm and pulled off her glove, holdin’ up her hand and tellin’ me to feel it.

I reached out and ran my own calloused fingers ova her’s and across her calloused palm.

“You really are somethin’, ma’am,” I said, not botherin’ to hide the awe in my voice.

“I guess we haven’t been properly introduced—I’m Kathryn Taylor,” she said as she held out her ungloved hand to me.

“Merriell Shelton. Pleasure to officially meet ya,” I said as I enveloped her hand in mine, admirin’ the strength in her grip.

“Come on, Merriell. We’re almost to Smithy’s.”

We turned a corner and after walkin’ a few more feet, Kathryn took my hand in her once-more gloved hand and lead me down what seemed like a never-endin’, near pitch-black alley. She made a sharp turn left and then a right before we were brought to a buildin’ dat looked just like any otha bar in Melbourne, except the accents from the patrons out on the patio were all Aussie.

“Kathryn! Good to see you, luv,” the man at the door said. “And who’s this?”

“My friend, Merriell Shelton. He passed my test, Joe,” Kathryn said with a wink.

The man called Joe chuckled and clapped me on the back, however, his next words were anythin’ but friendly.

“Start any shit in there, mate, and your MPs will be the least of your concern, clear?”

“Clear,” I said with an affirmative nod.

I followed Kathryn in and got a fair share of stares, but no one seemed to pay us much mind once we slid into a little booth in the very back.

“Drinks are on me,” Kathryn said as she fished around in her little bag.

“Oh, no ma’am. I invited you—”

“Merriell. You fought. You lived. You’ll be off to fight again. I’m not the one risking my life on those godforsaken islands. The absolute least I can do is buy you a drink,” Kathryn said with finality as she slid from the booth and strode away—at least before stopping on her heel and doing a rather impressive about-face.

“I forgot to ask what you wanted,” she said with a quizzical look on her face as she stood in front of me.

I had to laugh. I didn’t think I’d eva met a woman who made me laugh as much as I had in such a short while.

“I like whiskey,” I said.

“You’ll get the finest in the house,” she said, smiling again before she turned and took off for the crowded bar.

I took a lot of pleasure in watchin’ her walk away. Her blue dress clung to her backside like it was made for the sole purpose of drivin’ a man wild.

When Kathryn returned, she had two large glasses of beer and two glasses of whiskey.

“Figured it’d be awhile before they’d make room for me at the bar again,” she said as she scooted a beer and a whiskey to my side of the table.

I thanked her and took a sip of the whiskey. It was damn smooth, so smooth I was sure I’d never tasted anythin’ like it before.

Kathryn also took a sip and thought for a moment before sayin’, “I think it has a nutty taste. Definitely not floral, not woody.”

I shrugged my shoulders at her, not sure what else to say.

“It’s my dad’s and my granddad’s favorite. I’ve been sneaking sips since I was a little girl,” Kathryn said as she slid her glass toward me. “However, I really don’t like it at all.”

I laughed again, a quiet chuckle of surprise because I wasn’t eva sure what was gonna come out of her mouth next.

“Where are you from, Merriell? Your accent is . . . sexy,” she said, pausin’ to either add emphasis or because she might’ve finally felt a little shy.

“I’m from New Orleans, Louisiana.”

“New—Naw Orlens. No. New Or-lins. How’d I do?”

“Not too bad,” I said with a chuckle. “Just don’t eva go full yank on me and say New Orleeens,” I said, draggin’ my e’s out to create dat sound I absolutely hated.

Kathryn giggled and said, “Point taken. I never want to hear you make that terrible noise again.”

We both smiled at each other, and even though the night was still young, I wished it would neva end.

Talkin’ to Kathryn was the easiest thing I’d eva done. She didn’t ask about the war, so I got to enjoy not talkin’ about it. After a few more hours and several more drinks, I learned about her childhood, her schoolin’, and her life here with her grandparents. In turn, I opened up to her about home, growin’ up and not always havin’ money but how my granmama made sure us kids neva went hungry.

I could tell I was feelin’ the effects of the whiskey and Kathryn could, too. Like everyone who wasn’t Cajun, she said my accent was takin’ up ‘more space in my mouth’ as she put it.

“But it’s still so sexy,” she said, this time bold as brass.

“I’m convinced dat nut’in on dis earth is sexy as you, darlin’,” I said, shooting her what I hoped was one of my best grins.

“You know, I’ve never met anyone with eyes more beautiful than yours. They can’t lie, Merriell. Did you know that? I’ve been testing you all night,” Kathryn said with seriousness, except I couldn’t help grinnin’ at her slurred speech.

I was a little taken aback at the compliment, though, and told her so.

“Nobody’s eva told me dat ‘bout ma eyes. Usually, dey just call me . . . unnervin’ or some shit,” I said with a nervous laugh. I had never confessed dat it bothered me to anyone.

Kathryn narrowed her eyes, takin’ her time to formulate her response.

“Prolly because you can see right the fuck through people—just like you did with, oh, what’s his name back at the bar . . . Hollywood! People want to feel like they’re special, like they’re some kinda enigma that can’t be solved. But you, Mer, you just cut right through their bullshit.”

“I’ve neva wanted ta kiss someone more dan I wanna kiss ya right now,” I said, leanin’ on the table, my fingers dancin’ ‘round the glass dat was between em.

Kathryn sat straight up and looked like I’d dumped a gallon of ice-water ova her head. I was confused enough to start to apologize for bein’ forward, but she cut me off.

She locked her eyes on mine and said, “No. When we kiss, it’ll be something that you remember for the rest of your life, not a stolen press of the lips or dart of the tongue in a back-alley bar. You deserve something more than that, Merriell.”

No woman like Kathryn had eva said anythin’ like dat to me. In fact, no woman had eva said anythin’ like dat to me. I was a lotta things, a whole lotta things, but this girl seemed to deem me worthy of far more than I eva imagined for myself.

We were both disappointed when the bartender announced last call. It was near 3 am, but I neva felt more awake; it felt like the fuckin’ Japs were a million miles away on their own stinkhole of an island, mindin’ their own goddamn business and dey had decided to keep it dat way.

“Guess I outta let you get back before they send the MPs after you,” Kathryn said, her eyes a little glassy as she smiled at me.

“Nah—da officers quit checkin’ up dat closely on us. All it takes is a few favors and ya safe from dem assholes.”

Like I was discoverin’ she was prone to do, Kathryn grew serious and changed the topic on me.

“I’m looking for something, Mer. I’m just not sure what it is yet, but I do know that I’ve never found it.”

I smiled at her, puzziln’ a little ova what she said.

“I dunno if I’ve got anythin’ dat interstin’ for ya, but I would sure would like to see ya again.”

“Done,” she said, pullin’ a little notepad and a pen from her purse. She scribbled an address on it and reached ova to tuck it snug into my shirt pocket.

She had put her gloves back on and reached up to cup the side of my face. I leaned inta her touch and closed my eyes, savorin’ her gentleness. She slid her gloved thumb ova my lips, pressin’ just a little on the bottom one. I opened my eyes and we just stood there for what felt like a lifetime, lookin’ at each other.

She shook her head, and pulled away, sayin’, “I’ll make sure you get on the right tram. Come on.”

Kathryn took off down the dark alley, and I followed her, thinkin’ there was a good chance I’d follow her anywhere.

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