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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.

#hbowarsanta23 #i hope you liked it!! #hbo war #the pacific #hbowar #the pacific x reader #the pacific imagines #the pacific imagine #eugene sledge #eugene sledgehammer sledge #eugene sledge x reader #eugene sledge x medic!reader #gene sledge #sledgehammer #eugene sledge imagines #snafu shelton #merriell shelton #ww2

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Paper Rings

This lovely request came from the even more lovely @ronsparky. Jess I hope this is a hat you had in mind. I hope you enjoy it! Pairings: Shifty Powers x f!reader Warnings: implied sexual images

Shifty had always welcomed the sunrise, the golden light streaming through the window bringing forth a new day. He’d always admired how the greens and blues had disappeared into vibrant oranges and yellows. He always felt as though it embraced the sky like long-lost lovers torn apart by the night.

The warm body beside him reminded him of the safety of being home. No longer stuck in a foxhole somewhere, cold and unwanted. He felt safe and loved and as the sunlight trickled through the curtains, casting shadowy glows across her face, Shifty knew he had found his home.

Fingers trailing in feather-like touches across her face made Y/n scrunch up her nose and stir from her dreamless sleep. Shifty smiled down at her, his rosy cheeks and boyish good looks seemed to be highlighted by the early morning sun.

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty,” Shifty’s lips brushed against her own and Y/n couldn’t help the smile that grew on her own face.

“Good morning Handsome.”

“Did you sleep well?” Shifty asked, sitting up on his knees expectantly like a puppy waiting for his master to get up and start their day.

“I did thank you,” Jess yawned, stretching her arms up to wrap around Shifty’s neck and pulling him back down towards her. “I slept very well.”

Shifty grinned from ear to ear, his hands once again finding their home on her hips, rubbing gently at the bruises that had formed overnight.

“I’m sorry. Was I too rough?” Shifty fretted as his eyes followed the purple marks adorning her curves.

“No, Darrell, please. It’s okay I’m not that fragile,” she laughed, stroking his face fondly. “You were perfect.”

Shifty felt the heat growing on his cheeks and he tried to bury his face in his wife’s chest but the cool metal against his skin stopped him.

Y/n hand ran down his chest, her cool wedding ring caused Shifty to shiver, picking up his wife’s hand to admire the jewellery.

“I can’t believe you’re actually mine.”

Y/n blushed under her husband's gaze, “And I cannot believe you are mine.”

Shifty smiled, placing his lips on the palm of her hand. “You know, I loved the ceremony and I’m glad all our friends and family were there but I’d have married you even if it was just the two of us in threadbare clothes, in a field, with paper rings,” he admitted, kissing her forehead once more. “Because I don’t care where I am as long as you are with me.”

Y/n chuckled, unable to comprehend how soft her husband was, “You are such a softie.”

“But I’m your softie,” Shifty replied, grabbing onto his wife’s hand and pulling her into his lap, his lips brushing against the soft skin of her throat, his teeth grazing it slightly causing Y/n to gasp. Shifty’s hands found their way to her hips, pulling her even closer and groaning when her thigh brushed against his lap.

“You're going to be the death of me, my Love,” Shifty moved her so she sat sideways, lead in his arms.

“Now don’t go dying on me now, Powers. I’ve only just tied you down,” Y/n jested, smoothing down the ruffled hair on his head.

“There’s no fear of that,” Shifty chuckled, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Tags: @georgieluz @iceman-kazansky @yeahcurrahhe-e @lieutenant-speirs @sharpshootershifty @liberteuniteegalite @msmercury84 @blvestxr @dustyjumpwjngs @theflyingfin @jump-wings @kafka-ohdear @kmc1989 @mads-weasley @docroesmorphine @liptonsbabe @merriell-allesandro-shelton @sweetxvanixlla @hesbuckcompton-baby @ronsparky @mutantmanifesto @malarkgirlypop @panzershrike-pretz

#shifty powers #band of brothers #shifty powers x reader #band of brothers fics

[ithinkabouttzu]

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! 🩷

#ithinkabouttzu #the pacific #the pacific reacts #hbo war #the pacific headcannons #the pacific smut #eugene sledge #sidney phillips #chuckler juergens #runner conley #rv burgin #bill hoosier smith #john basilone #snafu shelton #bob leckie

[jump-wings]

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.''

#hbowarshort23 #the pacific #eugene sledge #snafu shelton #thepacificfanfic #fanfic #eugene x snafu #hbowardaily's short story exchange #hbowar #hbo war #hbo war series #sledgehammer #merriell shelton #merriel snafu shelton #to find

[laminy]

Thank you for the tag @merriell-allesandro-shelton!!

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

How many works do you have on ao3?

Apparently 74! I'm not sure how that's possible but okay! Not what I was expecting. That's like twice as many as I thought.

What's your total ao3 word count?

2,178,053

What fandoms do you write for?

The works that I have posted on AO3 are for Bohemian Rhapsody Actor RPF, BoRhap/Queen, Ted Lasso, 13 Reasons Why, Teen Wolf, 6 Underground, Midsomer Murders, and Shazam. Pre-AO3, I wrote in a lot of other ones. Hypothetically, I write for Gran Turismo, but I've never finished any of those fics lol.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. I'm breathing in the chemicals (Teen Wolf) 2. and you know you don't have to go (Ted Lasso) 3. Fear and Self-Loathing in Beacon Hill (Teen Wolf) 4. you're the sunflower (Ted Lasso) 5. into the blue and sunny morn' (BoRhap Actor RPF)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, absolutely! I appreciate when people comment and I like the interaction.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I try not to have angsty endings! All my angst is sprinkled throughout the story (maybe more than sprinkled lol) and then they get a happy ending.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Since most of my fics have happy endings, I don't know what the happiest of the happy endings would be. Probably a fic in the ITBASM-universe, because I tried to make them all very happy (they deserved it).

Do you get hate on fics?

I did get a couple hateful anons on here in my day but they didn't stick around. Thankfully I've avoided much of that (knock on wood).

Do you write smut?

I do, I do. All M/M, though for my original NaNo story I'm apparently going to be attempting M/F and idk how that's gonna go lol.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I've written two 6 Underground x Midsomer Murders crossovers because Ben and Gwil.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of! I hope not.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I'm also not sure I'm aware of any.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not! I'll be honest that I really don't know how it works and I'm kind of a solitary creature in that regard. so, I don't know that it would be my vibe.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Everrrrrr? Oh my gosh I don't know if I could pick. According to my AO3 bookmarks, apparently it's Joe/Nicky from The Old Guard but I don't think so (and for the most part I avoid that fandom these days). I don't know, ever???? I still can't decide. I'm too finicky. I will say that a ship that I will always love and I go forever without reading and then I'll be in that mood again is Eggsy/Harry from Kingsman. Like, they're the old stalwart.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Probably those Gran Turismo fics I mentioned above.

What are your writing strengths?

I would say dialogue but I don't know if anyone would agree. I find it the most fun, so I enjoy it.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I don't know how to describe what people look like, because 99.9 of stuff I write is fanfic and readers already know what those characters look like, so that whenever I attempt anything original, I don't know how to naturally include some idea of "this person has brown eyes and is very tall." I see it done so badly sometimes and I just try to avoid that.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have done it before sparingly. Different languages, I know fics I've done have included French, Spanish, Dutch, German, and Arabic. For most of them, I use Google Translate. for the Arabic, I watched YouTube and tried non-Google Translate sources. for the French, some of it I knew myself and wrote it as I know it (I am not fluent in French). I would never write an entire fic in another language but I think including other languages is fun and rounds out the characters.

First fandom you wrote for?

Probably shockingly, it was Friends. A friend and I wrote it together in the fifth grade. Handwrote it, actually. We had a notebook that we passed back and forth.

Favorite fic you've written?

Overall, every ITBASM fic because it's like, my universe, my world, my characters, and it covered so much time (and space, ha). I don't know that I could pick an individual fic.

#i was tagged #writing #ao3

[anothers-trash-my-treasure]

Starving

Happy Easter! This is not an easter-themed story but nonetheless, we've got something new here. From the requests, 'sit on my face and I'll show you how much I missed you' and 'don't worry, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I'm between your legs" with some slight modification.

Pairing: Merriell Shelton / Female Reader

Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving) Facesitting. It's pretty tame, as far as some of my stories go.

Word Count: 1.6

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)

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You loved coming home to him. Especially after you’ve been away for longer periods of time. God, there truly was nothing like it. Merriell Shelton was an amazing lover even on his worst days. But when he had gone days without you, the man was all but ravenous. You had gotten home while he was still at the shop, and while his lack of immediate presence was something you missed, you were grateful you had the time to freshen up and get started on dinner.

“She’s home!” He calls when he opens the door to your shared apartment, quick to shed his shoes and move to meet you in the kitchen, no doubt smelling the food warming on the stove, “And she made dinner.” His voice much closer now, a pair of arms are wrapping around your waist to pair with it.

“Hi baby,” You greet warmly, sinking back into his body as you tilt and turn your head to kiss him, slow and sweet, “How was your day?” You ask, enjoying the way he curls himself around you, nuzzling his face into your neck. You think distantly that if he were a cat, he’d be purring.

 “Too long,” he sighs, following it up with a kiss on your neck, “Knowin’ I had ta’ wait all day ‘till I could see you.” Another kiss, “That smells good, by the way.” he adds. 

You hum, pleased with his response. “Hungry?”

His lips then suck at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, slowly and so intensely that you have to grip the countertop in front of you for stabilization.

“Starving.”

You let out a shaky laugh, one hand coming up to cup the back of his head, encouraging him to keep kissingsuckingbiting at your skin, “Missed me then?”

“Come sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you.” he breathes into your ear and in that moment, you feel every ounce of need in his body surge through yours. Not wasting another second you reach forward, turning the stove off before turning around and kissing him hard and passionate, hands tangling in his hair. Dinner completely forgotten.

Your lips meet in a frenzied kiss, both of you moaning softly into the kiss as your hands grab at each other, desperate after your time apart. His slide up your back and shoulders to keep you close, not letting you pull away from him for a second. His tongue slides against yours in the most delicious way and the only thought running through your brain is getting that tongue someplace else. His breathing is loud in your ears, every second feels like making up for lost time and it’s crazy because you were only gone for like five days. But you’ll be damned if it wasn’t the longest 5 days of your life. 

“Sit on my face,” He all but begs against your lips, hands now pulling your hips against his, something hard at your hip, “Baby, please? Let me show you.” 

You could never say no to him. You let him drag you down the hallway, never stopping kissing, touching, grabbing you. You giggle against his lips at the way he absolutely refuses to pull away from you to see properly, even when he accidentally backs into the corner of the wall between the hallway and your shared bedroom. Once you’re in the room, he’s sinking to his knees in front of you. 

It’s not often you see him like this, and it always takes your breath away. All big eyes and natural seduction as he pops the button of your jeans and drags them down and off your legs. He sits back for a second, letting his hands run up your calves and thighs, letting one thumb rub against your clothed clit. Your eyes flutter, but you don’t break eye contact. 

You watch in a daze as he rubs circles, he watches you back, upping the pressure until your mouth drops open on a gasp and your hips push forward. He hums, pleased, and leans forward, taking the fabric on your panties between his teeth, using his hands to assist the fabric down your legs to pool at your ankle. 

Your whole body is vibrating with anticipation as he slowly gets back up on his feet. His eyes stay locked on yours as he walks past you and lays himself across your shared bed. Once settled, he smirks, 

“Gonna make me wait all night?” 

Your desire to wipe the insufferable smirk off his face is only a secondary reason for how fast you find yourself scrambling up the bed to straddle his face. He laughs at your urgency and your heart swells a little at how much you just missed him. Once you’re in position he turns his head, kissing sloppily at your inner thigh, trailing up and up and up until his lips are brushing against the junction between your thighs and your pelvis. His head settles back against the pillow and for a moment you think you’ll die if he doesn’t start doing something. And just when you think you can’t take any more of his intense stare and the building anticipation, he’s using his hands on your ass to tug you down, sitting you fully on his face.

His tongue immediately goes to work, lapping at your folds and using the hands on your body to make you rock against his face. Your hands fly to his hair, desperately needing something to hold on to as the pleasure zolts through your body. 

“Oh shit,” You gasp, high pitched and breathy as your clit bumps and rubs against his nose. All at once, the room is too hot, and you're tugging at your shirt, practically ripping it from your body and working just as quickly to take your bra off.

He moans excitedly underneath you, eyes lighting up when your boobs bounce free, one hand sliding up your body to squeeze one, his fingers teasing and tugging at your nipples.

You work your hips up and down on his face, moaning with every hum and grunt he lets out against your pussy. You're moaning loudly, probably too loudly, but you couldn’t give less of a shit about that when his tongue dips into your entrance. He knows you love that, the feeling of him, warm and sofuckingwet wiggling inside of you. You can’t help to way your hips move to grind back on the movement, letting him fuck you with his tongue. 

He’s making you feel so good, you wouldn’t be surprised if his chin and neck were drenched. And it’s that thought that sends heat through your, your orgasm starting to race towards you faster than you anticipated.

“Merriell, oh fuck, I’m-” You start to warn, fingers tugging on his hair hard to keep him where you need him. You’re riding that edge, between holding back and giving in, on the cusp of orgasm when your eyes meet his. You had expected him to look cocky beneath you, smug as he usually is when he gets you off. But the man beneath you is desperate. He looks like he’s getting just as much pleasure from this as you are, cheeks flushed, eyebrows pulled down in such a way that if you didn’t know any better you’d say he was in pain. 

It’s the knowledge that he gets off on this that does it for you. His name tumbles off your lips and you can hear him moaning, borderline whining, beneath you, muffled by your thighs that threaten to cut off his oxygen completely. You collapse beside him, panting through the aftershocks of your orgasm as he catches his breath. 

“Fuck, I missed you.” you sigh, turning to drape yourself over his still fully clothed body.

He laughs, capturing your mouth in a filthy kiss that tastes like you, “Not nearly as much as I missed you.”

You hum, agreeing to disagree. You then glance down his body, seeing if you could repay the favor only to find a wet spot at the front of his jeans. You look back up at him, heat once again rushing to the crux of your legs, “Did you...?”

He grins, not in the least bit embarrassed, “Ya looked so good baby, I couldn’ta stopped it if I tried.” 

You grin back at him, letting your hands run through his hair as you gaze at each other, basking in the afterglow, “Sorry I pulled your hair so hard.” You say after a moment, becoming aware of the stiffness in your fingers from their grip.

“You know I don’t mind,” He quips, lips tugging into a small smirk, “use them reigns, girl.”

You both fall into an easy laughter, tangled up with each other on ruffled sheets. It felt almost like you had never left. Except for the persistent need between your legs.

“I could go again,” You admit, placing a wet kiss on his shoulder, letting your legs tangle further with his, “could you?” 

You know he’s not hard, you’d be able to feel it. But the gleam in his eyes and how quickly he moves to lay between your legs on his stomach tells you that him not being hard isn’t going to stop you from getting another.

“Think I’ve got a way to pass the time ‘til I can.” He bites at your thigh, enjoying the gasp that leaves your lips at the slight pain, your hands already finding their way to his hair again, “and don’t worry, you can pull my hair as much as you want while I’m down here.”

#merriell shelton x reader #merriell shelton #snafu shelton #snafu x reader #merriell shelton smut #smut

[multifandomlover01]

Are My Eyes Yellow?

Snafu x Female!Corpsman!Reader (but it isn’t in second person, it’s in third)

Word Count: ~1.4k

Disclaimer: I do not own The Pacific, nor any characters or scenes from it. All credits go the the rightful owners.

Warning: mentions of anxiety/anxiety attack (although it’s vague and, funnily enough, I don’t think it’s very well written)

“Are my eyes yellow?”

“Why would your eyes be yellow?”

“Come on, your old man's a doctor. Look at my eyes.”

“Give it a rest, Snafu.”

“Seriously. I'm getting that yellow jaundice that's been going around. I know it. The heebie-jeebies.”

“It's hepatitis. And you don't have it.”

“I'll catch a fever then turn inside out through my asshole like Carson in Love company. Come on, look at my eyes. I'm dying, Sledge.”

“Hey,” Jay greeted as he entered the tent.

“Hey. Check out my eyes, Jay. They look yellow?”

“Snafu, if you’re so damn concerned about your eyes, still, why don’t you go see a Corpsman?”

“Maybe I will.”

“I just got transferred out of King.”

“What?

Where?”

“Headquarters company.”

“It'll be all right, Jay.”

“Shit. You're just down the road.”

“Yeah, I'm just down the road. Least I can do is buy you guys a drink at the slop chute.”

“You three go on ahead, I gotta get my eyes checked out.”

Sledge scoffed.

Snafu could hear Burgin ask what he was on about now and Sledge proceed to explain as he went to find a Corpsman.

He saw a figure with a little red cross stitched onto their uniform.

“Excuse me?” He called out.

The figure turned around and Snafu was surprised to see that it was a woman.

At first he was confused. But then he realized it obviously wasn’t a mistake that this woman was wearing a Marine uniform. But he still wondered why she was.

“Yes? May I help you?”

Snafu decided to not outright ask about why she was wearing the uniform, as it would’ve been rude. He decided to pursue his original intention instead.

“Could you look at my eyes, ma’am? I think they’re yellow.”

“Certainly.”

She stood in front of him. Surprisingly, instead of standing on her tiptoes, she grabbed his face, lowered it so he was eye level with her, and held it there. She examined his eyes. She let go of his face and patted his cheek.

“You’re fine.”

She turned around and walked away.

“A-are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Your eyes are not yellow at all. They’re quite white, I assure you.”

She proceeded to the medical tent.

Snafu stood frozen in place for a minute, not quite sure what had just happened.

Regaining his senses, he followed the woman into the tent.

He located her and went over to her.

“You’re absolutely sure I don’t have jaundice?”

“Yes.”

“My eyes aren’t yellow?”

“No, they aren’t.”

“I don’t have a fever, do I?”

She felt his forehead.

“No, you don’t.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m quite sure. What’s your name?”

“Merriell Shelton.”

[finish later]

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“You see that? Line of stars angling up?”

“Yup,” Burgin replied, not knowing where Snafu was going with this, but was intrigued nonetheless.

“That's Snafu's pecker.”

There was gun fire in the distance.

“Hey, boys,” Mac greeted as he approached, stumbling as he did.

“You've got a nice little party going on down there, Lieutenant,” Burgin observed.

“Ah. A little victory party,” Mac replied, “can't believe it's over, huh? Sort of a ‘What do you do now?’ Here,” he handed the bottle to Sledge, who handed it to Burgin, “have a little V-J Day party of your own.”

“Thanks, Lieutenant,” Sledge said.

“‘What do we do now?’ What an idiot,” Snafu shook his head.

“Well, I'll show you what I'm doing now,” Burgin said as he opened the bottle and drank from it, “well, there it is: my first official act of peacetime. Snaf.”

He offered the bottle to Snafu.

After Snafu drank from the bottle, he handed it to Sledge.

“And I’ll show you what I’m doing now.”

He jumped down from the rocks and left the two.

Burgin and Sledge exchanged confused glances before they realized where Snafu was headed. They both continued to drink from the bottle, toasting to those that had died, and wishing Snafu luck in his endeavor.

Snafu made his way to the Battalion medical tent.

He heard hurried footsteps and clanking as he approached. He entered the tent to see her scrambling around. He didn’t announce his presence. He just stood near the entrance of the tent, watching her.

It took her a few minutes to notice him. She was too busy to right away. She jumped when she did look in his direction, not expecting him to be there.

“Geez, Shelton, give a girl a heart attack, why don’t you?”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Not long.”

She furrowed her eyebrows at him, not quite believing him.

“What do you need?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged.

“Then why are you here?”

“I just wanted to see you on this fine eve of victory.”

“That’s nice, but I’m afraid I’m quite busy.”

“What’re you doing?”

“All of the medical supplies has to be inventoried.”

“Why do you have to do it? All by yourself, too?”

“I don’t. But I sent all the other nurses and Corpsmen away.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I’m nice. And I hate myself, apparently.”

“Why don’t I help you?”

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“What if I want to?”

“Why would you want to?”

“Because a beautiful girl such as yourself shouldn’t have to do all this work all by herself.”

Snafu flirting with her wasn’t something new. He did it often. So she was used to it. And she swore it didn’t affect her. But she wasn’t so sure of that anymore. The longer he did it, the more she was convinced he actually liked her and wasn’t just doing it to annoy her or because she was one of the only women he saw.

She really didn’t want to do all of the work by herself, so she let him help. But it soon turned out to be too good to be true. Having had numerous interactions with Merriell Shelton, she knew that he was kind of a hot mess. He nearly broke some vials trying to carry too many at one time. And he had trouble putting things in the place where she told him to.

“I’m sorry. I’m not very good at this. I guess I’m a lot better at killing than I am at organizing.”

“It’s not for everyone.”

“Is there anyway else I can help you? I could get you some water, or something to eat.”

See, this wasn’t flirting. This was concern. This was care.

“That would be nice. I haven’t had water or food in a while.”

“Alright. I’ll see what I can scrounge up.”

He left.

And, unfortunately, at just the wrong time.

Because guns, flares and firecrackers started to pick up. And she became increasingly anxious. She was easily startled. She didn’t like all the commotion that was going on. It was only a matter of time before an anxiety attack started.

Every few seconds, there was some kind of loud noise. And she would jump. Her anxiety rose each time. Never knowing when the next one would come. You’d think she’d get used to it after a while, but she was not merely annoyed by the noise. She was living in a state of constant fear.

It peaked only after a couple of minutes. Her breath quickened. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. The noise just wouldn’t stop. And it was so loud.

She couldn’t concentrate on work anymore. She sat down on the floor (ground), her back against the flap of the tent, her head in between her knees. She tried to block out the noise as best she could, but it only did so much.

By the time Snafu got back, she was shaking and crying. He didn’t know where she was at first, not being able to see her. He called out to her, but all he got in response was a sob.

But he was able to locate her because of that. He knelt down beside her.

“You alright, ma cherie?”

She knew enough French to know what that meant. She shook her head, tears still spilling from her eyes.

“What’s the matter?”

“N-noise,” she choked out.

“You don’t like the noise?”

Just then, a firecracker went off, causing her to yelp and bury her head between her knees.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok.” He maneuvered himself so he was sitting next to her and he put his arm around her. “Nothing’s gonna hurt you. Not while I’m here.”

She leaned into him, welcoming his strong arms being wrapped around her. They provided much comfort.

After a few more minutes (and a few more firecrackers), she had finally calmed down. Her breathing and heart rate had evened.

[finish]

#snafu shelton x reader #the pacific x reader #merriell shelton x reader

[imaginesbymk]

Preference // The Pacific.

When They Get Jealous.

CHARACTERS: merriell “snafu” shelton, eugene sledge, robert leckie, john basilone, sid phillips & lew “chuckler” juergens

NON REQUESTED

TAGS: swearing, violence (someone gets punched) + smoking

AUTHOR’S NOTE: leave a like/comment + feedback !! 

( MERRIELL “SNAFU” SHELTON )

anyone who has the audacity to flirt with you would most likely not even know who snafu is and if they did, they think you deserve to be with someone else

however, snafu makes it clear that you’re his, so it wouldn’t make sense why anyone would try to challenge him

it’s very funny to him that he’ll smirk and just come over and pull you away from the person, but he would literally scare them if they piss him off

“if i ever find the fucker breathing the same air as y/n again, i’ll fuck them up!” 

maybe a few punches here and there, lots of cussing and name calling, too

_

( EUGENE SLEDGE ) [x]

eugene doesn’t bother suffering the jealousy in silence, so he unintentionally takes out his frustrations on his comrades and intentionally on the enemy

it takes one look at the person for him to think, who do you think you are? what makes you so better than me?

his insecurities will start to kick in, and he’ll grow more protective over you

he’ll shove the person and warn them that he’ll kill them if they ever look in your direction again

snafu and the rest of the guys would be holding him back if he absolutely loses it

he’s like that because he’s so scared of losing you

_

( ROBERT LECKIE )

something like that is bound to happen anytime

bob is a very charming man, and he knows no one is better for you than him

he reminds himself he’s the first to win your heart and he’ll just simply ignore the person who’s hitting on you

there’s a lot of comparing between him and whoever he has to deal with, and just by judging them from afar, he’s very sure that he can control his jealousy - for now, at least

and not even that, he’s gonna come up and pull you away, give the person a smile and go, “nice try.” and you two would be on your way

_

( JOHN BASILONE ) [x]

trust me when i say no one is gonna come between you and the john basilone because that is literally an ant trying to fight an elephant

john is treated like a god so he wouldn’t worry about anyone getting in his way of his relationship with you

as soon as the person realizes john is standing right behind them, they’ll immediately back off

john loves you a lot and even if he were to worry, you tell him to trust you 

he teaches you to defend yourself if someone were to get aggressive if they don’t take no for an answer, and he’s so impressed if you use it one day

–

( SID PHILLIPS )

sid is not happy and it’ll tear him up if the jealousy overcomes

and sid is such a sweetheart, it’s hard for people to take him seriously in that matter, even though it hits him pretty hard

he’s gonna want to compete against that person for your love and attention, even though that’s completely unnecessary given that he’s literally in a relationship with you

sid doesn’t even like the confrontation, so he’s stuck 

eugene advises him that you’re with him and that no one is gonna take his happiness away

_

( LEW “CHUCKLER” JUERGENS ) [x]

chuckler isn’t one to get easily jealous and pissed off, he’d be like “hey, shithead? back off.... y/n is mine”

however, if the person doesn’t stop, it leads to two words: bar fight

but chuckler is nearly six feet, a literal fucking giant in the division. so why and how would anyone even beat him in a bar fight?

the person is very ballsy so he would get caught off guard with a few punches, but of course - chuckler wins the fight with a couple bruises and a bloodied nose

he makes out with you after and assures you that he will never let some lowlife take you away from him

#the pacific preference #the pacific x reader #the pacific #hbo the pacific #hbo war #merriell shelton x reader #snafu shelton x reader #eugene sledge x reader #robert leckie x reader #bob leckie x reader #john basilone x reader #sid phillips x reader #lew chuckler juergens x reader #chuckler juergens x reader #reader insert #preference #mk's faves

[assembledherethevolunteers]

Day 7- Making Gingerbread Houses

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

Pairing: Merriell ‘Snafu’ Shelton x Reader

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

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

Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows

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

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

“Ah!” You smacked his hand away.

“Ouch!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re going to make gingerbread houses.”

Merriell looked at you skeptically.

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

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

“With the frosting.”

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

“So we jus…make houses?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sonuva…stupid piece uh….UGH!”

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

“Doin’ alright, Mer?”

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

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

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

Merriell smirked. “What ya gonna do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gasped as he smeared frosting on your cheek.

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

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

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

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

“Gonna say I won?”

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

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

“Fine, you win.”

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

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

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

“We should get it cleaned up.”

“Prolly,” Merriell said with a shrug.

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

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

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

[infinitegalahad]

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!

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“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.

-----

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.”

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Young Love and Old Money - Lewis Nixon x Josephine Wills

Her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle cough from beside her as she glanced at the hazy figure sitting on the wrought iron bench.

“Hello JoJo,” the voice came quietly, causing Josie to freeze, her heart thudding loudly in her ears.

“Will?” She asked, watching cautiously as the figure stood, stepping closer into the moonlight. William Beaumont stood before her, his nightshirt hanging loosely on his well built frame, his golden locks tousled from sleep but his blue eyes shining more beautifully than ever.

“Will,” Josie said again, this time more convincingly as she approached him.

“Did you miss me JoJo?” Will asked, using his childhood nickname for her as he came to stand before her. His large frame towered over her smaller one and yet she had never felt safer.

“Of course I have Will.” Josie flung her arms around his neck, burying her head into the crook of his neck and inhaling the all too familiar scent of cigarettes and Brylcreem. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Josie thought she couldn’t cry anymore tonight but the floodgates soon opened and before she knew it Will was cradling her on his lap, smoothing down her disheveled locks and whispering comfortingly to her. This was a scene so common throughout her childhood where her father would say something awful and Will was always there to pick up the pieces, he knew her inside and out and he cared for her. Josie felt herself wondering that despite the wonderful evening she had spent with Lewis was Will actually the best man for her?

David Webster x Florence Durrant

Florence tapped her foot rhythmically against the wooden floorboards of the stage as the music played out from the band around her. Some light chattering from the men in the front row distracted her, eyes hovering over the man at the end of the row who seemed too engrossed in his novel to listen to her singing. As the instrumental section came to an end she took a deep breath, drifting across the stage as she began to sing again.

“We'll meet again

Don't know where

Don't know when”

Florence preferred singing to the English troops, they always knew all the words and would sing along with her. It was in those moments that Florence felt that she was doing the most good to help boost their morale. The American troops however seemed disinterested. Too many of them were smoking, playing cards and talking but the one dark haired soldier at the front bothered her the most, his nose buried in a red, leather bond novel. A few of the officers at the back watched her intently, swaying along to the music, whether it was more out of respect to her or because they didn’t have any other plans for their Saturday evening.

The Good Die Young - Jake Seresin x reader (WW2 au)

(This is an extract from chapter 3 which I will hopefully be posting soon)

“I swear to God, if I have to take one more step I’m gonna shoot myself,” Edward whined, his pack slipping further down his back and his knees sinking to the floor despite their orders to continue marching.

“Get up, Mary. Come on we can’t rest yet,” Jake hauled his fellow Marine up so he was standing against him, supporting him around his waist and hauling him forward, ignoring the protest from the boy at his distasteful nickname. That boy was far from a virgin anymore, not with all the women he’d spent time with in Melbourne. They had fallen behind their original group but with the blisters Jake was suffering from he hadn’t minded the slower pace with Edward.

“Just a little further now,” Jake pointed to the distance where he could see a group of Marines stopping to make camp for the night. “Just up on that ridge and then we can stop, I promise.”

Edward groaned but nodded, standing to support himself a little more. He swung his Springfield disdainfully over his shoulder, he was still upset that the M1 Garand he’d scrounged from the army supplies had been confiscated and instead replaced with his original Springfield. Jake recalled the lectures of ‘it's lightweight and ammunition capacity is far better than this fucking shit’ Edward had complained nearly every night since they’d docked in Melbourne.

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An original WW2 story - this story doesn’t currently have a definite title, despite the fact that I’ve been adding to it for almost a year, and is mainly just a load of research and planning with a few odd sentences and paragraphs but I’m very excited to start turning this into something beautiful. This will be a project for me following into winter 2023 and 2024.

Be My Last - Rhett Abbott x reader series - the reader is a student vet who comes home from university for the summer and works at the local veterinary practice. On a call to the Abbott’s family ranch with one of the vets she meets Rhett. To say it was love at first sight would be the furthest from the truth but they begin to grow on each other but families are complicated and long distance relationships are hard. ( I haven’t added to this series for a while and it’s very much a working progress but I may eventually get back into the swing of writing it)

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Love.

Prompt 8: “I’m not doing that again

Fandom: The Pacific/HBO War

Pairing: Merriell “Snafu” Shelton X Reader

Word Count: 590

Warnings: 18+, implied sexual content

“I’m not doing that again!” you pout leaning against the headrest of the car arms folded across your chest like a petulant child.

“Ahhh c’mon now boo, it really wasn’t that bad,” he laughs in response, his eyes fixed on you.

You let out a huff in irritation at his response. 

 “Not that bad? Not that bad? Really? What do you call nearly getting arrested because you decided that you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself and we got caught fucking against a tree in the oldest graveyard in New Orleans on Halloween?!”

The amusement clear on his face as he drinks in your appearance. He’d always been one to live on the wild side and you played by the rules, and rarely ever broke them. That’s one of the reasons that two of you worked because somehow you were a perfect balance. You run your fingers through your mussed hair attempting to tame it back into something that doesn’t scream ‘just fucked’. The bodice of your costume was almost completely open threatening to expose your breasts if you made one wrong move. Your light pink lipstick was smeared across both of your faces a glaringly obvious sign that the two had recently been locked in a passionate kiss. Glancing over at him his breeches only partly secured and hanging dangerously low on his hips with his shirt untucked; the sight making your mouth dry as you think about what the pair of you had just been doing before the unwanted interruption.

“Darlin that is what we call a damn good night in New Orleans. Besides you really think those cops haven’t seen this shit a million times?”

Laughter bubbling its way out as you stare him down, attempting to look serious.

“I’m still never going to do anything like that ever again. I really don’t want to go to jail for indecent exposure or something far worse.”

“Naw baby girl, those cops had better things to do tonight. They likely only came to investigate because you were making so much damn noise they probably thought the dead were coming back to life.”

“Or they thought someone was being murdered,” you retort, arching a brow in another attempt at looking serious.

He laughs again, he’s always laughing, and you never complain about it because despite his good humor he is incredibly tough. Merriell has defended you more than once during the course of your relationship whether out of jealousy or possessiveness you’ll never know. 

“Darlin’ I don’t think they thought anyone was getting murdered. You’re just lucky that you have me because I can talk my way out of any trouble and if talking doesn’t work then my fists usually do.”

You roll your eyes at his statement which is actually fact but you hate when he brawls.

“Boy, how many damn times have you talked your way out of trouble?”

“A lot,” he responds as he shifts the truck into drive and steers the car onto the road. The devilish smirk reappearing on his face as he looks over at you,” since we couldn’t finish what we started earlier do you think that-”

“You want road head?” you finish his question for him.

“Like the way your mind thinks, and yeah, but only if you want to.”

He never needed to really ask since we were already thinking of doing that anyway. You knew he’d reciprocate when you got home and if there is one thing that Merriell does well it’s love; platonic, romantic, familial, all of it. Love.

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All of the Above, All My Love.

Pairing: Merriell Shelton x reader (gender neutral)

Summary: Despite the mutual agreement to be in an open relationship, reader is beginning to have some regrets about sharing the very man they love.

Warnings: Angstyyy! but cute.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This was requested by @sherlollydramoine and she wanted a fic based off of the song Bet My Heart by Maroon 5. So, this is what I made. This is only my second time writing for Merriell so I hope this isn’t too funky. Enjoy! xx

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“You can’t be serious Mer. You can’t-I can’t believe you would do that with someone like her.”

Though Merriell was quick to reach out for your arm, you were much more quick in jerking your body away--as far away as it could get within a second's notice.

“Don’t ya’ pull away from me like that baby. C’mon now.”

“Don’t Merriell. I swear to god don’t you dare fucking touch me ever again.”

Merriell chuckled, “Don’t say things ya surely don’t mean darlin’.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, as if that would convey how seriously upset you were with him. Though he was still joking around and not seeing the full gravity of the situation that much as true.

“So you don’t think i’m serious? How’s this for fucking serious.” With that, you headed for the bedroom that had shortly become shared between the two of you despite neither of you formally stating that you were living with one another. It just sort of happened because you enjoyed the others company..so much so that you were basically living with one another and had been for the past month or so.

Merriell followed swiftly and couldn’t keep that smirk off of his face as he enjoyed watching your little tantrums that you’d often pull, but when he saw you digging through various drawers and picking up items that were yours from his bedroom floor and tossing them into a bag, that’s when he began to go into crisis mode.

“Wha-What’s all this. Stop kiddin’ round babe.”

“I’m not kiddin’ round,” you spoke in a mocking tone similar to Merriell’s thick accent. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Merriell began combing his hands through his hair as he mentally wracked his brain for what had happened within the last minute, hours, days; something that would clue him into why you were acting this way, especially threatening with something as serious as moving your things out of his home. Something he didn’t let just anyone do. Come to think of it, he had never let any of his prior flings or hookups do it before.

“Ju--I--Baby--I.” He was struggling to find the words as his breath began to feel heavy in his chest. You couldn’t leave. This wasn’t real, this isn't happening. Surely this was some sick joke.

“Why are you doing this?”

“I can’t deal with those other people Merriell. I can’t share you anymore...I know we agreed whatever it is we have would be open to other people, but-”

At this, Merriell could feel the heat spring up from his chest and shoot out his nostrils in anger. 

“You mean ta’ tell me you’re upset about somethin that we had a mutual agreement on?”

You were much too emotional to say a word or confess how this arrangement had really started to bother you and leave you sad and feeling used. So, you just continued stuffing anything in your bag that belonged to you and doing so as quickly as possible. But Merriell wasn’t a cold hearted person, regardless of the anger and confusion and sadness he was feeling right now. 

“Talk ta me baby, please.” Merriell pleaded with sorrow dripping off of his tongue as he went from his standing, cross armed position to kneeling down right next to your body.

“Please.”

You didn’t stop your furious packing until Merriell placed a hand on top of yours. You lacked the energy to push his hand away and keep on keeping on, but you also found comfort in the person whose palm was warming up the top of your hand. You only want to be comforted by someone you care deeply for and feel very comfortable with, and that person just happened to be the human being who was also making you feel like shit.

“What do you want.”

“Ta’ fuckin’ talk to me. You’re not makin’ any sense ri’ now.”

Deep down, you were well aware you were being ridiculous, but this option to just pick up, run away, and forget this person who had impacted you in such a vast way was the simplest way to break things off. Talking about it would just make you more upset and that would, in turn, make Mer upset which was the furthest thing you want.

“I just can’t do this anymore Merriell. I can’t keep seeing you with these other people and them touching you like I would touch you and feeling you like I would feel you. I don’t want to share you anymore--I want you all to myself.”

Your body had begun to crumple as your once seated form began to sprawl out--legs fully stretched out and slightly spread. Merriell couldn’t resist but to coddle your head to his chest--seeing you like this was hurting him much more than he had ever thought possible, especially knowing that he was the reason you were feeling this broken.

“I’ll do it.”

“Do what.”

Your tears began to dry up slightly as you twisted your body and moved your head away from the warmth of Merr’s chest.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll give 'em up. If that’s what ya want--I’ll do it. Just please stop packin’ ya shit up.”

Your heart had begun to calm down, the heaving that was once a visible movement in your chest was starting to slow and go back to a regular, even pace as you tried to process what exactly Merriell was saying to you.

“Merriell please don’t. I know that’s not what you want that’s why you wanted to have an open relationship in the first place-”

“And what if I changed ma’ mind.”

At this you fell silent as your sniffles were the only thing to take up space in Merriell’s tiny bedroom that had stained carpet and torn, old wall paper littering the paper thin walls. Yet this small and mediocre place had started to feel like your home and started to be filled up with pleasant memories that you shared with him.

Several minutes were coming and going, passing quickly as you both just stayed in the company of each other without saying a word because this is what felt safe. Right now, you were at ease even in the slightest bit knowing that Merr was willing to have you and you alone and be wholly satisfied with that. More words could mess things up, regardless of you knowing this was something that needed to be properly talked about, but right now silence would do.

Merriell seemed to understand and feel the exact same way as you. His body wanted to be as close to you as possible as he adjusted your body so it sat between his seated, spread legs. He wrapped both arms around you and gently swayed, as if he was cradling a fussy newborn baby and trying to appease them with a soothing movement that was familiar and comforting.

“Ya don’ need ta talk. Jus’ listen.” He said as he placed one more kiss to the top of your head full of hair.

“I know-I know what we talked about when we first started this and I know that I said I wanted an open relationship, but that was before I started feeling these things for ya’ baby you hafta’ understand.”

“What things?”, You said abruptly, causing Merr to hold in his breath for a second longer than usual.

“I-Fuck I-I don’t fully understand them, but-but baby i’m scared. I’m so scared of how much I care for you because I don’t want you to hurt me-I never wanted anyone to hurt me so I thought keeping things open would allow that small space between me and them.”

“Oh Merriell,” you quickly spun around to wrap your arms around his neck and, this time cradle his head to your chest as you rested your weight on your knees. “I care for you too baby that’s why i’m-”

“Why ya’ so upset?”

“Yes, yes exactly,” you nodded. “I would never, ever hurt you baby. I-I love you too much to do that to you.”

Those words came out accompanied with several stammers, but you figured now was as good as any to say those heartfelt words that you’d been wanting to roll off your tongue to him. 

Now, it was time for the aftermath.

You felt Merriell’s body stiff up as he pulled his head out from your hands and looked up at your form that was usually much shorter than his.

“So ya love me now?” His face was plain as he looked up at you with eyes that were gently touched with moisture as the bags beneath began to grow red.

You nodded slowly in response as you tried to weigh how this could go well and  how this could go utterly wrong. In the odd chance that he felt the same way, his reaction would be good and joyful. On the other hand, if he were to not reciprocate the feelings you had just shared, you would be doing just what you were doing before. Sobbing and packing your bags in an attempt to get far, far away from this stupid town and the man who caused these stupid thoughts of love to fill your head.

Suddenly, Merriell’s straight lined lips upturned at the corners and created a beautiful smirk as his hands enveloped themselves around your waist.

“Guess ya could say the feelings’ mutual then.”

 At that, Merriell began digging the tips of his fingers deep into the depths of your hips, sending tickles that ran up and down your neck as your body began to squirm underneath his touch. 

“Merriell Shelton stop!”

“Hmmm kiss me.”

“What?,” you squealed.

“I said kiss me and tell me you love me again.”

His movements slowly began to cease as you regained your composure and looked down at the man who was looking at you with an awe in his eyes like you were the most beautiful landmark he could ever see in his life.

You began to lean down so your face was level with his as Merriell’s fingers began to dance up from your hips to the back of your neck until your lips crashed with one another--the action was rough and harsh like a car crash, but easy and slow once you got to the place were your lips melted together and moved like it was what they were born to do.

“I love you baby’” 

The words were caught between yours and his lips, but despite the mashing, you would recognize that accent anywhere.

“And I love you Merriell Shelton.”

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[bohemian-napsodyy]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he’s done that sometimes

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

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

but this time was different

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Merriell normally never did this kind of stuff.

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

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

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

“everythin’s gon’ be all right.”

I hope this was ok my dear anon!

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[anothers-trash-my-treasure]

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)

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“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.

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