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[hbstre]

[swifty-fox]

Seven Days on Bayou Terabonne

Day Two

Morning reaches them early, a touch before the sun rises but not quite still dark. A single cockerel is bold enough to try his luck and is quickly hushed by an elder member of the flock. Eugene doesn’t budge until he hears Snafu stirring, familiar sounds of the other man waking slow, waking easy. Maybe unfamiliar, Eugene acknowledges with some amusement, because it was rare they were ever given an easy morning. Neither of them had slept well, but not quite awfully. Eugene had once woken from his own nightmare to Snafu breathing heavy and all twisted up in his sheets. He’d kicked the leg of the bedframe once, twice, until he heard the other man rouse with a start, felt the sudden silence of held breath and slow relaxation.

Neither of them had spoken, but Eugene hadn’t fallen back asleep until he’d felt Snafu do the same. 

thank you again @reallylilyreally for betaing <3

[fuckingbuldak]

Only acceptable form of RPF is GI RPF. Celebrties and whatever that is fucked up. But little Yankees kissing ouu shii yeahh👀👀👀🤤🤤🤤🤤

[rockpaperscissuhs]

[gmaybe666]

watching the pacific with my sledgefu yaoi glasses on

[gmaybe666]

the sledgefu “what are you gonna do in your stocking feet when the fucking japs bust through the line” dual lip glance scene/ eugene putting his shoes back on after snafu snaps at him to has more chemistry than the entirety of straight Netflix romance films

[sledgelovebot]

[swifty-fox]

Seven Days on Bayou Terabonne

Day One

“What’s that mean?” he asks, huffing and sweating, shoulders tight with a burn he knows will take days to peel. He’ll bear it, he’ll bear it, this is the very thing he asked for, and he cares more about monitoring the pace of his heart than the scald of his skin.

Shelton blinks at him, liquid eyes, mean mouth, curls that would likely be soft if it weren’t for the salt and dust that coated everything. 

“That word. Cher. What’s it mean?”

The mean mouth curls into a meaner smile, “It means scrub faster, meat.” 

At the time, Snafu had seemed a mean, hardened Marine. All salt and bitterness and the veteran of a slew of battles. In truth, he had one deployment under his belt, a battle of three hundred and ten killed, a thousand wounded and a little less than a month of active combat. It was a world of separation between them, and would hardly mean anything by the time the war had concluded. 

But in those first moments of meeting Eugene knew, whether it was the vernacular knowledge, or the battle scars, or some third thing that might have simply been confidence, there was something of Shelton that he desperately wanted.

beta'd by the beloved @reallylilyreally