#THE FUCKING PPL IN THE CROWD THAT WHISTLED?????

[ogstormblade]

Who cares about Seth Vs Omos I’m still here emotionally and physically.

[t4kalcvr]

So based on JJK, can you write a oneshot featuring Gojo and Suguru with public nudity please? In the fic, Suguru makes a challenge with Gojo where he has to navigate the city while completely naked and without using his powers. Gojo agrees but doesn't know that Suguru sets him up at different points to humiliate him or make his nudist run harder. What do you think?

[ A CHALLENGE ] — jjk!Gojo x jjk!Suguru

GENRE : nsfw

WARNINGS : public nudity, oral, implication of throat fucking, masturbation (gojo), ass grabbing, plenty of male x male touching, teasing, voyeurism??? (ppl watch gojo masturbate) , a lil bit of noncon ig?? (suguru makes someone touch gojo without gojo’s consent), humiliation, cursing, groping, lmk if i missed anything!

WC : 2.0k

Honestly, Gojo has no idea why he agreed to this.

“Oh, Satoru” Suguru chirped joyfully.

Gojo flicked his eyes up at the mention of his name. He hummed a response as a pulled his spoon out of his mouth, enjoying the refreshing chill of dairy on his tongue.

Suguru threw a scoop of ice cream in his mouth, letting it melt on his tongue before speaking, a little hint of mischief following in his tone. “Wanna make today a little more fun?”

That had caught Gojo’s attention entirely. He gave another, longer hum. “And what are you thinking?” Gojo did NOT miss the way the corners of Suguru’s mouth twitched upwards.

“How about” Suguru trailed off, forcing Gojo’s eyes to follow his spoon and watch him scoop the creamy treat off with his tongue, “a little challenge?”

Gojo closed his eyes before taking deep breaths, he removed his last piece of clothing. His boxers.

“What kind of challenge?” he spoke coolly, avoiding showing signs of intimidation.

Suguru let a chilling sigh escape his lips before scooting forward. “I was thinking something like,” he placed a pause and faked a thinking face before staring deep into Satoru’s eyes, “you running around naked.”

Gojo groaned at the memory of how this all began.

Here he was. Completely nude in an alleyway. He was supposed to look for Suguru while walking around the entire town, naked. Suguru promised to snap a few photos for hints to lessen the embarrassment, especially since he couldn't use his powers.

He would truly murder him if he didn't keep his word.

With a large sigh, he peeked around the corner. The streets were far more crowded than usual.

That's probably why he suggested this today, Gojo thought and he was too caught up in his idea that he almost failed to notice a notification popping up on the screen of his phone. It was from Suguru. He tapped on it, hesitantly.

Suguru ✨💙 : here's your first clue 😘!

Suguru ✨💙 : [ 1 attachment ]

The photo was of him with a dango in his mouth standing by a cart. It was a colorful cart. Gojo further examined the photo. Irrelevant details everywhere, considering most corners of streets around town looked exactly the same. Until he noticed a woman in the background. A familiar woman.

Is she the one.. his thought trailed off, a woman he once flirted with for a couple of free treats. Now that’s a detail he could use. He knows her cart is down the street and then right around the corner.

Gojo had taken another deep breath before looking down. Nothing to be ashamed of, big stevie, we got this.

He slid out of the alleyway and began sprinting down the sidewalk. He slid passed multiple bodies, definitely hearing the way some girls whistled, giggled, and shrieked, and some men laughing, cheering him on, and what the fucking.

Gojo thought about how this couldn’t get any worse.

He was wrong.

Right as he turned the corner, there was the cart lady. She was already smirking at him. She was expecting him.

Oh god, what did you do Suguru.. Gojo winced at the possibilities.

He ran over to the cart and greeted the woman. “Good evening, ma'am” he spoke, and he felt his mouth getting dry.

“Well good evening, Satoru” her voice was low and seductive. It was making Gojo sweat.

“I'll go ahead and assume you know something?” he rubbed his hands together, almost forgetting the phone in his hand, as he looked around before averting his eyes back to the woman.

“I do,” she let out a small giggle, “but I was promised something first.” her eyes were dark, Gojo gulped.

He hummed in curiosity and apprehension, “A feel.” she smirked once more.

Gojo couldn't believe this. Suguru was going to make him do absurd things for knowledge of his location. He kinda did need it. Suguru would end up running somewhere else every time he'd send a photo of his location. He’d need the extra help.

“Where?” he uttered. He didn't need to feel ashamed, right?

The woman motioned him to come behind the cart, it had a small perimeter around it, so she let him slip through the small opening it had. He was praying no one was watching despite him being an entire man naked on the streets.

Before the woman spoke, he felt yet another notification vibrate from the device in his hand. He immediately turned his phone upward and clicked on the bubble.

Suguru ✨💙 : You're glowing 😉

Suguru ✨💙 : [ 2 attachments ]

The two photos were of himself. Suguru was here?

Gojo glanced around trying to catch a glimpse of him anywhere before the cart lady cleared her throat. “You want the extra hint or not?” she spoke.

Gojo immediately directed his attention to her. He just got a really good and useful hint. Does he even need it right now? He stood there thinking, Yes. And the woman could already tell by the look in his eyes and Gojo didn't even feel her hand on him until she started caressing his inner thigh.

He immediately snapped out of his thoughts and shot his eyes to her hand and then back to her, she was already looking at him.

“He's close by,” she spoke quietly as her hand moved further up his thigh, “but his next location is the best place to catch a movie,” she cupped his balls, giving them a soft squeeze. Gojo fluttered his eyes closed and took a sharp inhale as he felt a low groan tickling the back of his throat. He felt his hand grip his phone and the pressure of his nails digging into the skin of his palm in the other.

“Looks like you have more than one problem to deal with,” the woman giggled.

Gojo peered down between his legs, he was beginning to get hard. Shocker.. he thought. But he had a better hint now and could probably catch up with Suguru even by a little bit. “Thank you,” Gojo strained to say. He was struggling to keep himself composed and the not-so-hidden, growing erection did not help.

The woman gave a little hum as she gave his balls a feather-light caress with her thumb before releasing her grasp from between his legs and he made his way back onto the street with no protection, once again.

It didn’t take him too long to reach the location the woman insinuated. The movie theater. Where else?

But besides that, Gojo couldn't help the ache that slowly increased between his legs. She wasn't lying when she called it a problem.

He didn't exactly want to step inside the theater naked, he was sure he'd get kicked out but he also didn't want to touch himself in such a wide area. People were still looking at him with various expressions plastered all over their faces, and he may already be naked but he still had a little class.

So, he did what anyone naked on the streets with a boner would do. He slipped past everyone and hustled into another decently hidden alleyway, exhaling in relief at finally getting some type of privacy.

He placed his phone on top of a nearby trash can, leaning his bare body against the harshly cold wall, hissing at the freezing sensation. But the cold only made his erection grow.

Gojo took another breath before wiping his sweaty palms on his thighs and carefully wrapping his slim, lengthy fingers around his girth. He groaned at the touch despite it being his own, and gently rubbed the tip to create more lubrication. He's suffering. He has been. Why not make himself feel a little bit better about something?

He slowly ran his hand down to the base of his cock and back up, repeating the movement and tightening his grip whenever he'd reach the base again.

He began increasing his speed, bringing his other hand down to fondle his balls. He let out a choked moan, not even caring if it happened to be overly loud.

All he cared about was the building tension in his lower abdomen, he wanted to feel it break. He didn't care if his arm was getting tired or if his hand was stuttering. He felt himself getting sucked in further, he was close. So so close to his sweet release. He wanted to feel that pleasure after everything that's happened.

However, God was not on the naked man's side, his orgasm was just out of reach. And it was the snap of a camera and the sound of low giggling that caught his attention. Women were watching him. But what mostly caught his attention was the familiar midnight hair that seemed to creep behind them and a familiar devilish smirk.

Suguru.

This was another strategy to humiliate him like the cart lady. And although the cart scheme didn't work, the thought of not knowing how long they'd been watching him get off and seeing him a mess was a little more demeaning.

He didn't even realize he was spacing out until he heard another camera click, and that's when his face blew up in steam and he immediately picked up his phone and ran the other way. He heard the whistles and disappointed sounds coming from behind but he didn't care.

He was about to have an amazing orgasm and it was all ruined. Now he was still stuck with a stupid and increasingly painful boner. Even his dick was crying.

Tears swelled in Gojo’s eyes but not because he was ashamed or hurt. It was because the cold wind did nothing to ease the discomfort between his legs. He swore on his life Suguru would get what was coming to him.

Once he assumed he was far enough, he came to a halt. He had both hands on his knees as he panted like a dehydrated dog. He was looking directly at the concrete floor when he heard a conniving chuckle behind him.

“My my Satoru,” he heard the voice sing. Suguru.

He immediately straightened himself and turned around. “Suguru.” Gojo spat. He was done with this game, “I–”

“You quit?” Suguru interrupted, the smirk Gojo thought he hallucinated earlier was adorning the other man's lips.

There was silence while the men looked at each other, and Gojo felt his face heat up once he noticed Suguru’s not-so-subtle glances toward his naked body. Gojo didn't even notice Suguru got closer. Way closer.

“What?” Gojo kept his stoic facade up despite his burning complexion.

Suguru crept his hand up Gojo’s arm, giving sweet hums as he gently massaged his muscles. Gojo felt a moan itching the back of his throat. He was still sensitive from his little activity earlier.

Meanwhile, Suguru could feel how his muscles tensed but not in an alarming way.

“You did so well, Satoru,” Suguru cooed, “I'm so proud of you, I really do think you deserve a reward.”

Gojo refused. He was fighting his thoughts. He was fighting his urges. He couldn't give in. No way. Not after everything that happened.

But after all, the entire day, all he was capable of doing was thinking, nothing else. He kept himself in his thoughts all day. Not being able to focus on anything, and definitely not feeling the way Suguru already placed his hands all over his weeping erection and heavy balls.

He was so caught up in thinking, he didn't even see Suguru getting down on his knees.

He was so caught up in thinking, he didn't even feel Suguru’s hot and heavy tongue licking from his base to his tip.

So caught up in thinking, he didn't even feel the wet and warm cavern of Suguru’s mouth hollowing around half of his cock.

So caught up in thinking, he didn't even feel himself thrusting so hard, he was hitting the back of Suguru’s throat.

And all he was thinking about? How he deserves the pleasure after everything he went through today. How he deserves that mouth-watering, thigh-shaking, and suffocating orgasm.

“Had such a rough day, didn't you?” Suguru gagged.

“Mhmmm,” Gojo hummed in complete satisfaction.

bookshelf !!

Note : first nsfw fanfic i’ve written, hope it doesn’t disappoint! and my first request!

[lordystrange]

other anon: “he hangs out with a bad crowd who's a lot older than him and he seems to be quite an impressionable ppl pleaser”

I think people need to look at that for the reality of it then. which is there are 30+ year old people attaching themselves to a (very freshly) 19 year old (who they met at 18 or even younger, so a child), with their own agendas and mindsets. a lot of these people he met on the manipulative propaganda trip earlier in the year where they use his beautiful religion and culture for promo of the country. it’s routine, wasn’t just him doing it. and they’ve kept the contact up. oh you know they love it, freaks leeching off him. and I don’t need anybody saying I’m making excuses for his choices when it’s not the case, I just thought it’s important to note the phrasing in some ways people speak about noah.

because things like “when I was 19 I wasn’t like that” from people mean nothing. congrats I guess! you’re actually still immature for saying that instead of understanding not everyone grows up like you do, so you have some growth to do anyway 😊. statements like that neglect the truth of his age, the fact that it is not the same as all the middle aged people with decades of damage and chances to educate themselves behind them, is he closer to 40 or is he closer to 17? or 14? he is grown enough to make decisions like hanging out with certain people, but that does not stop manipulation and harm done especially for - as other anon said - a people pleaser. I swear people speaking don’t know a thing about indoctrination. has anyone heard of the disease of US patriotism? was that not also bad and shown to be running deep a few years ago? how is that different, especially after an attack that would have the influential adults around you in high emotion likely parroting some ignorant beliefs (because believe it or not, there isn’t a huge jewish population worldwide for uhhh… a pretty well known reason actually! and the fact of the matter is that pretty much everyone knows someone living in isn’treal. many fucking idiots have overblown that attack of course, but the direct emotional ties are real - people just stretched it thin.)

I don’t ask people to justify his actions or make it some parasocial going easy on him situation, it’s just being able to have a wider view of the situation is important and what nobody is doing. instead favoring getting popular tweets and wishing death on him for extremely small things in the grand scheme of politicians and people in govt with actual real influence, or brett for eg. noah is not the person anybody should be prioritizing, he’s an easy target and everybody looks so painfully stupid hating on him daily like that’s doing anything for the cause they all supposedly care about.

don’t even get me started on the amount of antisemitic lean a lot of posts about noah have, that is not or will it ever be ok. you need to learn your history, people, and be careful of dog whistles in your performative rage.

Thank you for the ask.

And you’re right. If we want to be critical about him (which we should be), we have to be critical about the whole situation.

People also seem to forget, that US and Israel are a lot alike. Both are colonizers and their governments are committing actions that are lethal. Yet I don’t see people canceling celebrities who support US.

(I’m aware that the situations are different, but I still think this topic should be talked about more.)

And the age thing is also important to notice here. I was at my dumbest at 19. And while I’d like to believe that age doesn’t matter that much when everyone’s an adult, it does. It just does. I know there were rumours of Noah dating that old guy and there’s nothing to confirm it’s true, but also nothing to confirm it’s not. But if it is true and if he is the ”source” of Noah’s behavior lately, I hope the situation changes.

Very sorry for turning your ask into speculation. But it is honestly a very likely possibility.

[vynegar]

ARCHERY VYN CARD IS OUT HERE WE GO

will update my [no context] liveblog under the cut (spoilers!!)

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WE DON’T GET A NEW WINTER SPRITE FOR ROSA TTTTTT

OHH MY  GOD KKIKI TEASING MC

SVART????????????????????????????????

omggg she hasn’t seen him in half a month )))))))))))))):

VYN HAS A FRIEND???? I THOUGHT HE WENT THROUGH FRIENDS AND PHONE NUMBERS LIKE TISSUES???

this restaurant is so fancy wtf. scared to know what mc/vyn dates are like LMFAO

wait what’s wrong with feikeman

ohhh my god mc. they’re really in a relationship  ohhhh my god

oohhh my god vyn always knows what she’s thinking. it’s “well? were you satisfied with my reaction?” all over again, he’s too powerful, he knows when she’s expecting something

....part one is really short. tbh i'm a little tempted to just translate it right here and now if it weren’t for my self-imposed policy of watching through the entire card story before translating it

dfafkajdlkf realizing maybe i’m weak to cards where vyn can show off his talent in front of a crowd (but we all know he only cares about mc’s reaction）

oooooooooooohhhhhhhhh my god his archery image is really just too gorgeous. and once again recurring motif!!!!!

oh my god we got katniss everdeen over here 😭😭

mc.... this sprite... IT’S TOO SOFT.....

GOD SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP STOP EBING SO STUPIDLY SOFT FOR EACH OTHER

sos send help i’m on the floor screaming at this card

hmm. you know what. there’s probably a lot of symbolism and themes analysis about this competition setup, since so much of vyn’s stories touch upon controlled environments and simulated experiences

ugh ugh vyn and marius kings of wanting to be the only one in MC’s eyes

Vilhelm M?????? What the fuck is the M for/???? VYN HOW MANY NAMES DO YOU HAVE ALDFJADSFKA

omgggg he’s keeping his identity secret

omg fuck that was loud. note to self to warn headphone users about the start of part... four, is it?

oh mhy you’re really trying to tempt me into analyzing this aren’t you :/

ohhhh man not another theme jumping out TT mhy let me liveeee

yupp gotta have that trope when one character teachers another one a sport

gOD mihoyo FUCK!!! make the whistle sound effect quieter jesus CHRIST note to self to warn ppl after the countdown

....vyn and his recurring themes..... HMMMM.......

oh holy shit that’s a gorgeous background

omg this is so Luke of you

ahhh okay my honest opinion of this card is that i wish there was more tension/angst/drama to the story. obviously the visuals are gorgeous, but aside from that, this could almost be an SR...? we learn a few things about Svart lore (history/traditions), and a few new things about vyn, but really not as much as you’d expect, considering our settin. maybe this was the writers trying to show a different, not-angsty way that vyn can interact w Svart-related things? gah, i felt this way w revisiting youth as well, where i figured that anything that felt a bit off to me was the writers trying to show a different of vyn, but then i couldn’t decide if it just felt new/different or actually ooc... hmm this could be its own ramble but uhh not sure if i should subject y’all to that (especially if you’re enjoying the recent cards!). anyway it’s a great card if you enjoy fluff/sweetness and seeing vyn and rosa being in the early stages of a relationship where they really want to be around each other 24/7. also, despite my complaints, there’s still some interesting content if you want to try to analyze things

also every time i scroll up and see his archery expression, i get weak again

[eddsworld-headies]

Platonic Tom and Reader put aside their holiday differences to team up and destroy Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas is You" once and for all.

Also a lot of ppl tend to be shy, so I think turning on anon would be a good idea.

First, thank you for telling me Anon wasn't on. I didn't even notice.

Second,

"They're gonna blow out my fucking eardrums." Tom grumbled, uncapping the lid to his flask as he watched Edd and Matt blast 'Have yourself a merry little Christmas' through the karaoke system Katya set up for their little party. " Their not even on keeeeeeey." You whined with annoyance, covering your ears with your back pressed to the wall, watching the Brit spike the eggnog with Smirnoff. Having perfect pitch sucks. You knew what the notes were, knew all the timings-- and these two were singing it like it was a heavy metal song! "Exactly. And they're fucking flat too-- and who even picks this song to jam to?" Tom asked, taking a cup of spiked nog for himself before joining you against the wall. "Want any?" He offered softly. "Nah," you said. "I'm probably driving." Tom chuckled. "I thought you were looking for tail tonight." You shrugged as he took a sip of his drink.

"I'd like to think I could. But all of Kim's lesbo friends didn't come and I'd rather not hit on women I'm not totally sure are gay. You?" You asked, watching Tom shuffle slightly. "What," You asked, " you have the same problem?"

"Just not too keen on getting punched." You shrugged again. "That's men for you. Don't understand why women make such a big deal about guys catcalling them and being gross--" you started.

"Then one guy flirts with them and they're all too ready to play defense. I get it." He finished, giving the singing idiots on stage a still wave as they both pointed to him, like they were serenading him.

"The sad life of a queer." "Tell me about it." "Do I really need to?" "Not even a little."

You two laughed slightly, eyes flicking over the crowd as you waited on the side lines.

"What about her? She's wearing cargos." Tom pointed out. "Nah. She had on their one arm sleeve attachment thing when she came in. It's a fashion choice. What about that guy over there? He's tall, tan, wearing white pants--" "Yeah. He's cute 'n all. Don't dig the shag though. Nine o'clock. Wadda'ya think about her?" "I think they look exceptional." "Ah. My bad. Never met them." "Yeah. Kim introduced me. Okay , okay. He's totally your type," you said pointing out a man in red (well, a lot of people were in red but he was rather eye catching.), a fine leather jacket and tight jeans.

"He's smoking. Steel eyes. Weird ass hair. Sounds like he's got an accent too. You two would be so cute together." You teased, giving him a slight nudge and smile when you noticed his face change. "That's... Tord." "Oh." "Yeah." "Shit. I'm sorry." You apologized, looking back to the man that one of your best friends had most recently broke up with.

"The hell is he even doing here? I thought he was supposed to be in Norway?" You asked, recalling a previous conversation two weeks back that you and Tom had. "Guess he just wanted to get away."

....

"Yeah. Well thank God, right?" Tom quirked a brow as he looked to you. "Huh?" "Well now you don't have to waste your time on him. And look at you! Your at a party, Havin fun! Fuck him!" "I wouldn't call spiking the nog and getting screamed at fun." He said, nodding over to Ed and Matt, who were now bowing and setting the mic's on their stand.

"Theeeeeennnnnn," Your eyes honed in on the karaoke set. "How 'bout being idiots and bursting everyone's ear drums?" " You think they wanna hear me screaming heavy metal this time of year?" Tom asked with a laugh. "No," you answered. "But they'd probably love hearing the best and most annoying Christmas song of all time being fucked to high hell." "Says the one who can actually sing." Tom scoffed as you threw an arm around his shoulder. "I'll take a dive for you today." "How thoughtful."

But he went with it anyway. And true to your word, you purposefully sang off key. So off key that you blew out your voice and had a coughing fit while Tom hit the whistle notes with terrible precision that has you both snort and crying while trying to get out the last chorus.

It would've been a really nice memory if some guy didn't throw up all over your shoes.

[akhmenawkward]

Second Chances: Snafu x Reader

Request: What if reader is just super loud & dont take shit by anyone. What if Snafu doesnt really like it at first because not really his type but she grows on ppl & Snafu finally like her but she already asked him out & he said no & so she doesnt want want to be with him bc she’s scared it’s a joke and so Sledge comes to the rescue and just acts like the Bro-angel he is !

Part 1 / Part 2

“If you won’t move your asses right this second, we’ll be dead within the blink of an eye! Go!” You snap at the group, who only offer you some glares in return. They pack their stuff in record time, getting ready to walk further, when another bomb explodes right beside your pit.

“Go!” You yell, and move forwards, your group trailing behind you as you run towards the next stop. You can hear some of your men get hit, but nothing that prevents them from running. Once you make it to your second pit, you tell them to take a breather.

You were one of the few female marines in the whole army. You were quickly promoted to squad leader due to your attitude and bravery. It had been clear you were a born leader from the moment you joined. 

You nand the other girls had formed a sort of bond, and to say you were one of the fiercest soldier out there would be an understatement. You had known the other girls from the beginning, and usually you would guide them through the battlefield. To have an all male squad was quite unusual and you were aware of the reason why. They didn’t take you seriously.

“We’ll camp out here. Take some rest.” You command, and they nod, too exhausted to leave you a sexist remark.

Later that night, you’re walking through the tents of the camp you managed to reach. In desperate search for your friends, after spending days with the male marines, you were desperate for a conversation that wasn’t for degrading you.

Finally you spotted your friend, and with a loud whistle you announced your arrival, which has her smirking, and wave you over.

“Y/n, finally you’re back!”

Playfully you hit the back of her helmet, which makes it slip past her eyes. The others of the group laugh at the sight, and you grin as well before plopping down next to her. Looking around her squad, they definitely seemed more experienced than yours, and there hadn’t been any stupid remarks so far.

“I’m okay, my group is definitely not making it out there, but I’m trying to push them through.”

She nods and motions towards her squad, and you curiously roam your eyes over the group.

“This is my squad. They’re the good ones, I can tell you!”

She points towards a blonde one, who nods and offers you a smile.

“This is Eugene.”

“Call me Sledge.” He offers, and you nod appreciatively.

“Leyden...” She tells you while pointing towards the little man in the corner of the pit. Then she nods towards the person next to Sledge. A cigarette dangles from his lips, and he’s looking back at you with half lidded eyes. His tan skin fits with his captivating eyes perfectly, and you hum at the sight, which has your friend chuckling.

“Snafu...”

“Must be a reason to earn a nickname like that.” You ask him, and fish a cigarette from your own pocket, raising an eyebrow at him as you light it.

He rolls his eyes, and grunts in response, which has you even more challenged to rile him up.

“Excuse me, I couldn’t hear you over the sound of your attitude.”

The groups silently laughs at your comment, but Snafu seems a little less impressed, and more amused by the way you fire back at him.

“Well, you better get used to it, princess.”

You rolll your eyes at the nickname, and you are about to open your mouth once more, before someone from your group calls out to you. 

“I gotta go. I’ll meet you back at camp.” She nods,and you run back towards your group. Somehow Snafu was still on your mind. He was rather attractive, and the way he smirked up at you made you feel some kind of way. You shrug the thought off and command your group to pack up, yet again.

The whole camp was celebrating, bottles of rum being passed around and music being blast from the speakers all throughout the camp. The enemy surrendered, and it was time to go home, which was why everybody was in a good mood.

Another sip was taking from the bottle in your hand. It burned a path down your throat, but left a nice buzz lingering through your body. Down at the bottom of the hill, your friend and Sledge were happily singing along, arm hooked onto one another as they danced, minds dazed by the alcohol they consumed. It was an amusing sight and you chuckle at their child like behavior.

“Here, Snaf.” 

You hand the bottle towards Snafu, who was sat beside you, also looking over the crowd of people as well.

The last couple of months you and Snafu had become great friends. If you could, you’d join their squad for some card games or nights getting drunk, and it had really bloomed into a beautiful friendship.

“What do we do now?” He questions as he detaches the bottle from his lips. He eyes the label, before handing it back to you. 

“If you don’t have any plans, you could always come to visit.” It’s a serious offer, but Snafu laughs, and for some reason it leaves you embarrassed. You chuckle along, but quickly sip from the rum to silence yourself.

“Why would I do that?” Is his responds, and it has your rum taste like liquid fire as the embarrassment continues. “I mean, we could spend some time together.”

“I don’t like you like that, Y/n.”

His words hit you like a truck. The past few months, all you had heard were whistles,flirty remarks and googly eyes, and now, as you practically confessed to him, he waving you off like you’re just another girl. 

“Seriouly? So these past few months meant nothing to you?”

“Of course It did, it’s just,” He rises from his position and makes hi way down the hill. Before he reaches the bottom, he turns back, knowing he owes you an explanation. “You’re not my type. Loud, cocky, you know.” He’s trying not to hurt your feelings, but he’s failing miserably, and you can’t help but glare at him.

He joins the rest of the squad at the bottom of the hill, and leaves you with a broken heart on top of it.

“Fuck you, Snafu.”

As you walked into the familiar building, it didn’t surprise you that many heads turned in your direction. Eyes roamed down your appearance, inspecting the red dress that framed your body perfectly, and matched the shade on your lips. It gave you a boost of confidence as you walked towards the bar and received several whistles, and just to tease you swayed your hips just a little bit more.

Louise, the bartender, already hands you a glass as you approach her, and you offer her a nod as a thank you. 

A few minutes later, and the doors of the bar open once more, and your friend from your marine days walks in looking just as beautiful as you. Her eyes twinkle as she spots you, and you whistle once she nears you. The usual whistle, which reminded you of your army days. 

”Look at you, Rita Hayworth.” You compliment, and she giggles in response. It was slightly unusual to see her wearing a dress instead of a uniform, but it also made it extra fun.

”Oh come on! I look nothing like her!”

”I think the guys think differently...” You tease and nod behind her. As she turns her head, several man avert their attention to something else, afraid to get caught peeking at her beautiful looks.

She chuckles, then turns her attention to you, and how you’re dressed as well.

”Y/n, I barely recognized you without your boots, but you look absolutely stunning. You’re like a pin up model!”

The two of you took a seat at the bar and ordered a few drinks. The conversation was going well, until her smile faltered and a look of worry replaced her grin as she looked at the clock. Your eyebrows furrowed and you placed a hand on her knee.

“What’s wrong? You look concerned...”

“Nothing is wrong, it’s just... I invited some more people-” As if on cue, her stool was rotated by none other than Eugene Sledge. He has her face him, and you can’t help but grin at the sight of him. “It’s good to see you girls again.”

“Eugene! It’s been a while...” You exclaim happily, and attack him in a hug, which he accepts with a chuckle. It feels good to see him again after 2 years, and you’re eager to catch up as he takes a seat beside the two of you.

But as Eugene moved, you came face to face with the one you had tried to erase from your memory. The one that broke your heart 3 months ago and didn’t bother contacting you again.

His eyes roam up your appearance, lingering slightly at your chest before eventually reaching your eyes. His usual smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, from where he removes his cigarette. Smoke slips from his mouth and into the air, and he taps the stick above the nearest ashtray.

“You’re looking good, princess.”

Ignoring his words, you turn towards Sledge and your friend, motioning towards Snafu with a look of irritation.

“What the hell is he doing here?”

“I was supposed to meet Y/f/n here, but figured she’d bring you along. I hadn’t spoken to Snafu ever since we parted and invited him along.”

Not pleased at all with his answers, you nod nonetheless and turn towards the bar, taking a sip from your whiskey and trying to ignore Snafu, who had decided to take a seat beside you.

“I’m, not used to seeing you like this.” 

He offers you a cigarette, and to your own surprise you take one from him, and let him light it for you. Inhaling you feel yourself relax slightly at the smoke, and you manage to look Snafu in the eye without wanting to punch him.

“It’s been a while, Shelton.” You state the obvious, but he’s already glad you’re even talking to him.

“It has. You’ve changed.”

“I haven’t. I’m just dressed differently.”

He chuckles. You’re still as feisty as when you first met, and he loves how easy you snap back at him. It was all going fine, small talk with Snafu, until he’s leaning into you and offering you another drink.

“What do you say? Let’s go out together sometimes...”

Automatically your eyes narrow at him, knowing he was just asking because of how you looked. With a scoff you turn away from him and grab your clutch, heading for the exit. Your friend notices and leaves Sledge to run after you.

“Woah, woah, Y/n, what’s the matter?” Her hand grabs your arm, and you roughly pull it from her grip, turning to her with rage pooling in your eyes.

“That bastard just asked me out! After rejecting me, and then never contacting me, he asks me out? What a douche bag!” Sledge joins the three of you, but you only offer him a look of anger, before making your way out of the bar.

Your friend tries to run after you, but Sledge offers to go instead, and follows you outside. He spots you on a bench just outside the small bar, arms folded over your chest while a cigarette dangled from your lips.  “Y/n...”  At the mention of your name, you look up and meet the gaze of Sledge. Throwing the cigarette on the ground, you angrily step on it before huffing to yourself. “What?”

“Give him a chance.” It has your jaw slack that he even dares to ask, but before you can spill your thoughts, he’s interrupting you with clear reasoning.

“He’s changed, Y/n. He’s been talking about you ever since he stepped into my car. He likes you, but he has a hard time confessing.”

It warm out. Warm enough for you to reveal some leg and go out without a jacket. Still there’s shivers crawling up your spine. It not clear if you’re cold or just confused, but you rub your hands together for either reason.

“I don’t know.”

“Please. Just one date, and he’ll prove it to you.”

You meet Sledge’s gaze, and smile as he pouts at you. A sigh of frustration escapes your lips, and you groan before getting up from your seat.

“Fine. But he’ll need to give it all he got.”

The two of you return after some more small talk, and your friend and Snafu are still seated at the bar. His eyes brighten at the sight of you, and he opens his mouth. Instead, you poke him on the chest and narrow your eyes at him.

“One date, Snafu. You better make it good.”

He grins like a child on christmas morning, and offers the back of your hand a peck, before guiding you back towards the stools. He leans closer, and you blush as he whispers in your ear. Accent thick and voice seductively deep.

“Imma make it the best day of your life, princess.”