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Et ceux qu'on aime disparaisse sur nos peaux.. Aucune trace de leurs caresses. Les souvenirs c'est tout ce qu'il nous reste. Ils partent nous on reste avec nos larmes de regret avec tous ce qu'on a pas su direous ce qu'on a pas su lire et tous ce qu'on leur a fait subir. Ils meurent et on vit avec nos secrets d'amour et nos larmes de regrets.
Summary: You and Snafu were living together before he left, and he didn’t write you while he was gone. 14 months later he’s coming home and he’s terrified to see you after he hasn’t spoken to you in so long. You knew he would eventually come back to you but part of you had always feared, the worst. when he finally comes home, you don’t know how to react.
In all seriousness i pretty much wrote this because i wanted a happy ending for Snafu, no one is writing Snafu smut, and i’m a sucker for a New Orleans accent. also feedback is encouraged im thinking about taking requests so if y’all want me to write anything let me know!-L
(SERIOUS SMUT WARNING)
“What about you Snafu, anyone waiting for you back home?”, Sledge asked him sitting across from him on the way back. Snafu pulled his cigarette from his lips smirking softly,“ I hope so…” “Come on, tell us about her,” sledge teased him pushing his arm softly. “Is she pretty, huh Snaf?” Burgin watched the blush creep up his cheeks. “Well…her name is (Y/N). We lived in the same apartment complex back in New Orleans. I don’t know if she’ll still want to see me though…”, Snafu looked down a bit. “So you’ve had a girlfriend this whole time and you never said anything?”, Burgin took a drink looking closely at the Cajun man next to him “Well…I kinda left things….shitty,"he shrugged letting part of his cigarette fall in the ashtray in front of him before reaching into his pocket,"I got a picture of her,” He pulled a small photo of the last time he saw you, it was just after you two had slept together, your hair was perfectly messy, tumbling down your shoulders only slightly covering the hickies developing on your neck, you had the blanket pulled over your chest but you had kept a leg cheekily out of the sheets to tease him, a cigarette hung loosely in your fingers and you looked directly in the lens of the camera. A pair of netted stockings clothed your legs, actually being the only thing you wore other than the sheets. Sledge took the picture from his hands amazed.
-flash back- “Promise you’ll take it with you, right?”, you giggled, smirking at Snafu with his camera. “Baby…I won’t ever leave the house without it,"he smiled taking another picture of you. You posed a few more times watching him before reaching out for him,"come on Merriell, put the camera down, get over here!” Merriell crawled back up to bed on top of you,“Ya’ look so beautiful right now,” You blushed hard as he moved up and kissed you. He wore only his boxers as he moved over your body you could feel his heart beating. You moved your hand over his chest feeling his heart beat speed up. A smile creeped across your lips as you moved his hand over your heart. “Ya feel that?” You asked him. He nods,“movin fast,” he kissed your neck softly. “That’s what you do to me Merriell. That’s how much I love you,” you moved a hand through his hair. He snuggled your neck softly mumbling in your ear,“vous avez fait de moi l'homme le plus heureux du monde, ma beauté.” Growing up in the French Quarter you both spoke french fluently. “Je suis tout à toi pour le reste de nos vies, mon loup,” you told him playing with his tight curls. He kisses you roughly again reeling you back in to the passion of before.
“And she’s all yours?”,he asked and Burgin mimicked his shock. Snafu chuckled taking the picture back,“yes that’s my (y/n). I’m hoping she’ll still wanna see me,” “Why wouldn’t she wanna see you? Somethin’ happen between Ya?”, sledge asked. “I didn’t write her…”,snafu mumbled embarrassed. Burgin stared at him,“you didn’t write her while you were away?” “ I wrote her but I never did send anythin’,"snafu lit another cigarette. "Why wouldn’t you send it to her?”, sledge asked him surprised. “I wanted to see her face when she read it,” snafu shrugged,“anyway she sent me some stuff while we were away and I’m thinking about stopping by our apartment when I get home,” “You live with her?” Sledge asked him. Snafu nodded. “I’m sure she misses you too, Snaf. She’ll be happy to see you, so what’s she like? What’s she do?”, Burgin comforted him. “She’s…beautiful, funny, smart as a fox. I love her.” Snafu told them,“every morning when I woke up she would have fresh coffee ready for me on the bed side table. Every mornin…” “She’s a keeper then, I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you again,” Burgin said patting snafu’s shoulder. A few more hours on the train, the number of marines has thinned out and they finally reached the French Quarter. Snafu stood and grabbed his bag, said a silent goodbye to Sledghammer before tipping the driver and stepping on to the platform. The sun had set and he watched as the families of soldier greeted their loved ones. He felt a twinge of jealousy at seeing this, but he started his way home. A cab stopped for him and drove him to his apartment complex. “How long were you out there?”, the driver asked him. “About fourteen months,” Merriell answered looking out the window. Once the cab stopped the driver helped him with his bag in the trunk and shook his hand,“thank you for your service sir,” Merriell nodded and gave him pay for the ride,“thank Ya, keep the change,” “No please sir, no payment from you,"he told him and got back in the cab. Merriell turned facing the complex, he dug his key out from his bag and walked inside, going up four flights of stairs before going to the door of his apartment. He listened carefully, light came on through the bottom of the door and he could hear music playing inside. He unlocked the door and opened it slowly. A few candles were lit, a mug sat on the coffee table next to a thick green book. "Merriell….."he heard from the side of the room. He turned and looked at you, you were dressed in a night dress with a silk black robe over it just barely tied around your waist, you after to take your make up off and wash your hair which was in messy curls after working all day. You stared at him, his stiff uniform making him look incredibly handsome, his hair was neat underneath the small cap he wore, metals hung from his jacket and his bag was on his shoulder. His large green eyes looked exhausted and carried dark bags underneath them, a scratch sat underneath his left eye and part of his face was bruised. He looked more handsome that you remembered. "Y-you’re here…."you smiled at him. ”(Y/n),“ he was speechless staring at you. You approached him carefully before reaching out and touching his chest softly. "Is it really you…"tears welled up in your eyes as your hand moved up to the side of his neck and under his jaw. Tears welled up in his eyes as well,"it’s me baby girl..,” his hand moved around your waist as he looked down at you. You took his face in your hands rubbing his cheek with your thumbs and smiling through your tears,“you came back to me….” “Ain’t nevah gon’ leave you again baby,"he leaned down pressing his lips against yours. Your hands moved over his jaw and neck into his tight curls as you kissed him, tears slipping down your cheeks. The kiss became rougher and more passionate. His hand moved over your waist and picked you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist. "Why didn’t your write?”, you pulled back from the kiss just long enough to mumble. “I did….jus’ nevah sent anythin’” he mumbled, his accent getting thicker with every second. “I thought I lost you,” you pressed your forehead against his. “Ain’t nevah gon’ leave you princess…I promise,” he smiled against your lips letting you down. You gave him a smirk starting to lead him to your bedroom, his side of the bed looked almost completely untouched to Snafu. He smiled at the room, it looked almost exactly like he left it. A box of cigarettes sat on his night table beside the bed and the ashtray he always had at home. “If I had known you were coming in today I would have cleaned up a little bit,"you blushed trying to clear off the bed a little bit. "Baby, it’s our home. It’s perfect,” he kissed you again dropping his bag on the floor. “I can’t believe it’s really you,” you stared at every inch of his face,“I forgot how handsome you are. Snafu unbuttoned his jacket slowly and hung it on the back of a chair. He sat on the bed facing the wall as you crawled behind him and started to unbutton his shirt kissing the back on his neck, your hands moved over his warm, tan chest as you nipped his skin softly. "I missed you so much Mon Loup,” you but the bottom of his ear softly. Snafu turned and faced you kissing you again,“I missed Ya beautiful lips, forgot how good you tasted,” You breathed in shakily,“ I missed hearing you talk like that,” He quickly turned taking his shirt all the way off,“I wanna remember how you really taste,"he leaned you back on the bed and kissed your neck. Your back arched up into him as he kissed your collarbone and the tops of your breasts. "Oh Merriell….”, you moaned loudly grabbing and handful of his hair. He smirked against your hot skin and kissed along your sternum and down your stomach. His hands moved up your skirt and he scrapped his nails down. He kissed your inner thigh and sucked sweet lovebites into your skin. “You’re so soft, I missed the way you feel,” he smiled flicking those big green eyes up at you. You smile closing your eyes a bit and biting your bottom lip. His hands pulled your robe and dress off marveling at your body,“ you are the mos’ perfect thing I’ve evah seen. I missed this body so much baby girl,” his lower lip was trapped between his teeth. You squirmed under his eyes kissing him,“baby I need you…” “Don’t worry baby…let Snafu take care of you,” He let your small giggle ring in his ears for a moment before pulling your panties away and burying his tongue inside of you, a long moan spilled from your lips and your tightened your thighs around his head. His tongue worked wonders on you as he licked, sucked, nipped at every part he could remember you loved. He separated your thighs a bit more so he could sneak a finger inside of you. “Ohhh Merriell…” You pulled on his curly dark hair. He pushed another one inside,“ya so wet baby,and Ya so tight since you haven’t had me touching you, boo.” You whimpered from above bucking your hips forward. He pushed you back down on the bed thrusting his fingers in and out and watching your with those big green eyes. “B-baby… Righ là …. ne vous arrêtez pas bébé,” you begged and you could feel him smirk against your wetness. Finally you reached a powerful, shaking orgasm. Merriell kissed up your leg and over your stomach, sucking dark hickies into your neck. “Je oublié comment vous goûtez parfaite quand vous jouissez, princesse,” he mumbled against your earlobe causing shivers to go down your spine. “No more teasing, just fuck me,"you bit the side of his neck roughly causing a small groan from him. "Dont gotta as’ me twice,"he pulled his pants off giving himself a few hard strokes and looking up at you. You bit your lip watching him before he moved over you and thrust in slowly earning moans from both of you. You cradled his neck in your hand as your eyes fluttered at the feeling of him filling you up again after being apart for so long. The love between you and him was one that you don’t get twice. You had met a few years ago in school, he was charismatic and kind but you never thought much of him as a lover. He courted you for weeks before you agreed to go out with him, when you did he took you on a late night drive in movie and then out to dinner. Your first kiss was that night, outside your apartment door.
Merriell slid against that point inside of you that electrified every part of your body. His kisses felt like beautiful touches of pure euphoria. You kissed his jaw and neck leaving little marks on him. "Baby I’m gonna…."he told you quietly whimpering in your ear. "Me too,” you told him scratching down his back. Snafu left dark lovebites all over your neck and slid his tongue along your collarbone. His rough, calloused hands slid down your sides and thigh adding to your pleasure. You pulled on his curly hair causing small moans to escape his lips, you dig your nails into his lower back causing him to speed up his hips and carry on making loved you resulting in that perfect ecstasy that brought you to orgasm. He followed closely and pulled your hips to him groaning in your ear gruffly. both of you panted heavily as he pulled out and laid next to you on his back and pulled you close to his chest. You snuggled into his neck wrapping an arm around his stomach. You watched his chest rise and fall steadily. Careful fingertips danced over his chest softly and you readjusted the sheets to cover your body. Snafu grabbed the carton of cigarettes from his bed side table and lit one before handing one to you as well. You set it between you lips and lit it as well inhaling the smoke and letting it out. He moved his hand over your back, scratching softly.
“How did you get this?”, you moved your fingers over a small scar on his abdomen. “Shrapnel, wasn’t anythin’ too serious…just a couple stitches and it was fine,” he stretched lightly closing his eyes as he did so. You brought your lips down to the scar and kissed it softly,“no one is ever gonna hurt you again, I promise” He smiled down at you playing with your hair,“I ain’t gonna let you go again princess. You’re all mine for the rest of our lives.” His accent was thicker than when he left. You took his hand in yours and looked at it, you always had loved his hands, the scars on them from work he had to do, his large, long fingers. You kissed each of his fingers softly causing him to let out a small chuckle bringing his cigarette to his lips again. “Why didn’t you send anything?”, you nuzzled into his neck. “I’d write ‘em and then they nevah sounded right. I always got embarrassed to send it to you,” he admitted blushing lightly. “Did you get my letters?”,you asked him looking at the structure of his face. He smiled,“yeah, I loved 'em,” he squeezed your side lightly,“I loved the pictures you sent too,” he kissed the top of your head. You moved to straddle his hips smirking,“ yeah? Well I was thinking you could take a few more?” Snafu raised his eyebrows to look at you naked above him, he moved his hands over your legs. You reached over grabbing his blazer and cap from his desk chair. You slipped yours arms through the sleeves of his jacket pulling it on so it was still unbuttoned exposing the sides of your breasts and your stomach, you put the cap on your head as well, showing off your after-sex hair. “God you are the sexiest woman I have evah seen.”, he put out his cigarette sitting up to kiss you. You kissed him back grinding against his bare hips slowly. “Let me take care of you baby,” you held his jaw in your hands tugging at the hair in the back of his neck. “This was all I wanted while I was away…."he moaned licking up your neck. "Yeah? Did you touch yourself when you thought about me? Tell me what you thought about,” you smirked against his ear nipping at it softly. Snafu blushed a bit, he was used to your love of dirty talk, always said it was something about his accent. He moved his hands under the jacket your word and over your bare back. “I thought about this tight body of yours, and the way you look when I make you scream,"he kissed the hollow of your throat again,” your perfect breasts and the way your mouth feels around my cock,“ his naughty words made you tremble and cling to his back. "Come on boo. Don’t tease me anymore,"he moved his fingers over the dimples in your back. You readjusted and guided him inside of you, slipping your head moaning. You put your hands down on his chest starting to ride him slowly. "Fuck…"he mumbled under his breath gripping your thighs. You moved your hips on him faster moaning loudly. He sat up gripping your back and wrapping his arms around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he urged his head between your breasts and kissed the space between them. His hot breath caused goosebumps on your exposed skin. Merriell tugged at your hair causing you to lean your head back and expose your neck to him. He kissed the dark marks he had already made and massaged your breasts. "Oh I missed you so much,"you moved your hips even faster nearly coming to your orgasm. He let out small, gruff moans as he rubbed your clit causing your orgasm to come. You let out a large moan that likely woke the whole building. He smiled wrapping his arms around your waist and following suit, cumming again. He pulled you close to his chest taking his jacket off you and kissed your head. "My perfect girl, my perfect (Y/N),"he kissed your cheek rubbing your back. The heat between your two bodies was electric, snafu laid you down next to him looking at you. "Don’t ever leave me,"he cupped your cheek kissing you. "I’d never do that in a million years,"you smiled resting your head against You laid down so your breasts were pressed against his stomach and hour could hear his heart beating. His nails made long circles around your back soothing you to sleep. "I love you Merriell, goodnight,” you told him before falling asleep onto him. “I love you too (y/n),"he smiled closing his eyes and putting out his cigarette.
When he woke up you were gone, not asleep on his chest anymore, he turned to your side of the bed to see your asleep, naked figure. He smiles running his knuckles against your back. He turned the other way and saw a steaming mug of coffee next to him in the bedside table. He smiled to himself as he felt the warmth of your body meet with his once again. The soft, warm feeling of your lips against his neck spread warmth through his body. "Good morning Merriell,"you mumbled in his ear cuddling against his back. "Good morning (y/n). I forgot how you feel in the morning,” he smiled kissing your temple. You closed your eyes against his shoulder running your hand over his chest and stomach. He was home.
Franchement, on ne parlera pas des miennes. Et bien évidemment, je vais essayer d'être intéressant. Même si je ne sais pas si je vais y arriver vu que je découvre ton blog et que je ne sais pas encore vraiment ce qui pour toi peut sembler intéressant. Bon déjà je vais m'ouvrir une bière. Tu en veux une? Tiens j'ai une question qui me viens. Tu écoutes quoi quand tu te prépares? Pas pour aller travailler mais plutôt pour sortir. Ce qui te fait rajouter un peu plus de noir sur les yeux.
Il faut pas mettre de noir sur les yeux tu sais bien que ca fait ressortir nos cernes ! Je reste à l'eau parce qu'il fait mille degrés ici mais trinquons en esprit
Si je mets du rouge foncé sur mes yeux, c'est que je veux avoir du mal a rentrer chez moi, souvent c'est l'hiver, j'ecoute le Velvet Underground ou Tanz mein Herz, des choses lourdes et enivrantes et je bois déjà à l'heure du maquillage
Si c'est l'été je ne mets rien sur mes yeux, peut être du mascara marron, je vais en terrasse et j'aime bien les choses avec de la contrebasse et des cuivres, il y a un chouette groupe dans ma ville qui s'appelle les Canibal Dandies
Au printemps je ne sais pas, j'écoute de la musique verte et fraîche, un peu d'électro, Polo &Pan et quelques petits labels dont Profil de face cette année, et puis de la musique cubaine et aussi Hugo Diaz
En Automne je ne sais plus, je crois que j'ai écouté Love Letters de Metronomy, le dernier album des Kills, la chanson Polka Dotted Eyes des Snaps, et Colours in euphoria de mes copains, Gliese & Kepler
Mais tiens: truc : http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL9oklWaA51DR0oB6c3gmTECM6g1N2uzoQ c'est ma palylist de mes favoris de cet hiver/debut de printemps
Nunca valorizamos as pequenas coisas nos momentos em que acontecem, demoramos tempo para reparar e dar o seu devido valor, depois, velhos caquéticos e solitários, relembramos momentos, pequeninos sem muita ênfase na memória, mas que agora são de grande importância, que se fosse possível voltar no tempo, aproveitaríamos cada segundo com muito mais intensidade, e o coração aperta de saudade, e a lágrima escorre por lamento. Aproveite as pequenas coisas, os momentos, com toda a intensidade, antes que seja tarde demais e só nos reste o lamento.
La littérature est une terre de mirages, une femme séduite mais rétive, telle une gazelle farouche qui se méfierait des lions voraces que nous sommes, nous, lecteurs. Qu'on la déchire entre nos crocs ou qu'on l'assomme de nos lourdes pattes, elle reste souriante face à son troupeau, car au-delà de la dégradation physique demeure l'amour de l'art… PTDR ! T'as cru on était là pour te baratiner avec notre vieille dégaine d'intello mais non t'as craqué nous on va t'envoyer la grosse purée littéraire TATATA des gros classiques en rafales sur ta ganache featuring Phèdre, la MILF indomptable, Emma Bovary, la zouz campagnarde pas dégueu, et Gatsby, le David Guetta de la East Coast ! On met la grosse tatane à Lagarde et Michard et bim ! Tout de go on s'impose dans le tiéquar.
métaphysique qui ne trouve d'exemple concret sur le plan pratique
est nulle, infondée, délirante, n'est le fruit que d'une intuition
illusionnée. On peut avoir le souci du style,
mais il faut être capable d'expliquer dans un langage courant ce
qu'on avance. Le langage philosophique m'a toujours paru suspect,
quasi sectaire ; le
moindre doute émit sur sa validité nous dévoile à sa fragilité.
jamais de vérité à
proprement parlé, non, on
nomme les ruines. Il
n'y a que par la déconstruction de nos anciennes croyances que l'on
en comprend les mécanismes, les motifs. Ce que l'on tient pour sûr
nous demeure à jamais inconnu, car on
ne peut observer la santé,
c'est-à-dire que ce qui ne fait pas obstacle à nos acquis reste
invisible à la conscience. On ne voit qu'au devant de nos instincts
les plus souterrains, de nos acquis les plus imperturbables, de nos
croyances insoupçonnées — et comme poussés par eux —, c'est cela qui fait que nous continuons à
nous mouvoir dans le monde, à évoluer dans le monde des apparences… Ce
petit rien essentiel qui nous fait survivre à notre mort intérieure
en nous rappelant aux incessants soubresauts du corps.
on the last day of a class we were trying to kill time and this girl just went around the circle asking abt our love lives (we’re a pretty close knit group so it wasnt like rly weird) and it started with her saying that the dude she likes might like her back but after that it was like “i dont like anyone right now” “shes taken” “hes taken” “theyre all taken” “none” “it ended” “theyre all with someone else rn haha” “anything that was going on has stopped going on in a bad way” (followed by a chorus of oh nos from the rest of us) “taken” “idk” “taking a break from that stuff for a while” and we all just kinda sat there for a little bit once we got around the circle and laughed like lol that was depressing if u want a hug talk to me later and then we just talked about summer
i was going somewhere with this but i cant remember where so theres a story
Omg, je viens de lire ta fanfic avec Macdeau, c'est la premiere foi que je suis aussi trash avec un ship politique wallou. Excuse moi Brigitte, tu restes dans nos coeurs bébé. Ce serait sympa si il pouvait y avoir une suite mais après c'est toi qui vois ;).
Ah ah, oui Brigitte reste dans nos cœurs, évidemment. On se fait juste des films sur son mari et le PM canadien, faut pas nous prendre au sérieux =P
Lu sur Business Insider : la bibliothèque de Macron (en analysant les titres visibles lors d'une interview donnée à BFM en avril, où il pose devant sa bibli). Forcément pour la com, bcp d'ouvrages politiques : 1 sur Jaurès, 1 sur Mitterrand, 1 sur Pompidou. Mais aussi Marketplace 3.0 : Rewriting the Rules of Borderless Business par Hirisho Mikitani, ou La concurrence d’Olivier Fréget (fun fact, on y trouve le bouquin de Pierre Gattaz, et surtout : Si la gauche savait de Michel Rocard (/1)
Sinon en prépa à Henri IV c'est Ponge/Gracq/Jaccottet. Sinon Marc Ferracci et EM s'offrent des livres en cadeau (EM était son témoin de mariage) et Ferracci est fier de raconter qu'il lui a offert un jour une édition rare d'Hernani, et c'est choupi. Et preuve que la bibliothèque d'EM contient au moins 1 livre écrit par une femme étrangère : Ce qui reste de nos vies de Zeruya Shaev. Sinon en philosophie, c'est Ricœur forcément, Kant (ce qui ne surprend pas du tout), Aristote et Descartes (2)
Anon’ ce message tombe à pic parce que non seulement je viens de finir Le Rivage des Syrtes, mais j’ai aussi un post dans mes brouillons qui reprend la photo d’une partie de la bibliothèque d’EM à Barcy (où on retrouve les mêmes titres que sur l’interview de BFM), avec tous les titres que j’ai pu identifier, je le poste sous peu.
J’avais vu l’anecdote sur Ferracci et EM qui s’offrent continuellement des livres (et qui sont nés à deux jours d’écart, c’est choupi), d’ailleurs EM aime dire que son entourage lui reproche de ne savoir offrir rien d’autre que des livres.
Tu te souviens de ces nuits à la belle étoile? Tu sais lorsqu'on dessinait nos vies avec les étoiles, qu'on respirait le silence de la Nuit et qu'on inspirait les nuits fauves. Entre shots de vodka, spliffs et verres de rosé. On hurlait, on vivait, on riait, on dansait, on inspirait l'air, on le recrachait en hurlant, en brisant ces nuits taciturnes.
Dis, tu t'en souviens?
(Je m'en souviens encore moi)
Encore aujourd'hui je passe devant ces rues, devant ces quais, devant ces lampadaires. Mais il ne reste plus rien. Juste des éclats de nous qui résonnent encore trop fort dans ma tête.
Il ne reste plus que des rires qui se sont envolés au loin. Il ne reste que du vomis qui a été lavé le lendemain, que des cœurs essoufflés qui ne sont plus sur nos mains. Il ne reste plus rien. Juste du vide et du néant.
Parfois lorsque je suis complètement éméchée je passe par ces rues, je m'assois et je me roule une clope. Je me remémore encore tous ces souvenirs. Un haut-le-cœur, une envie de mourir me passe par la tête. J'entasse toutes ces idées noires dans cette clope. Je respire. Mon cœur ralentit, puis je l'allume, je contemple encore une fois le ciel. Ça m'arrache la peau, ça me brûle a l'intérieur, ça me chamboule, me renverse, me fout un coup de poing dans le ventre.
Je tire une bouffée, je laisse la fumée se propager dans mes poumons, je sens toutes ces saletés se déposer dedans. Je relâche toute la fumée.
Je crois que tu m'as oublié et que tu m'as effacé pour toujours.