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[onyxsboxes]

*comes crashing in through the window* I was going to wait to comment on ao3 but I just need to talk about Curt's absolute denial because it was hilarious 😂 He was so precious being angry on Gale's behalf and even using his first name 🥺 I love him calling Bucky out on his alleged bs 😂 And then him immediately wanting to be part of the chaotic propaganda of Bucky being the werewolf with Benny and Brady who are so suck of Clegan being the epitome of soulmate 🫠 Buck being an overgrown cat on Bucky's lap 😭 "MY LITTLE WOLF" I am in shambles.. I adore them with all my heart🥰 Also I had a question, chronologically wise, does Curt know before Ken ? Did they manage to keep it a secret through all of their training in 42? I have so much questions for this au but I don't want to overwhelm you so I'll come back later 🫡❤️

*Open the window for you* Nice to see you, come in, come in Thank you for the ask dear. It made me all happy.

Curt is a good friend of Bucky, not afraid to call him on his bullshit, and if he can get back at Bucky for everything he's put him through, even better. And he may or may not have a little crush on Buck.

Mr. “please let me take your place, i'll own you one” with a “let's add fire and fuel to the burning bulding” attitude Curtis Biddick was so mad that they didn't let him into it from the beginning. This club is what he lives for. After learning the truth, he's still one of the most involved in the “Why Major Egan is a Werewolf” meeting, but he's first and foremost a chaos agent for the “How to mess with the 100th” group. He lives his best life making up increasingly ridiculous stories (and everyone believes him).

It's more talk than actual annoyance. Brady and Benny were super happy for them, but after discovering that they're even more in their own bubble after they're officially together, they decided to act like this. Brady, Benny and Clegan (B4) have a sibling relationship and with that duty, Benny and Brady feel obligated to act like a sibling to them. They all have their differences, but are always very protective of each other -> “I'm the only one allowed to annoy you” between Brady and Bucky and "Let me help you" between Benny and Gale. Brady acts as Bucky's little brother and Benny as Gale's big brother.

I headcanon Buck as a cat-coded person (I use this hc more in the kitty gale series) so naturally wolf!buck will also have cat behavior. He already likes to be on top of things. And they're so fhruqfgq cute together🥰🤗, I get cavities just thinking about them (a bit of fluff in the midst of all the wonderful angst that exists in this fandom).

The fic is not in chronological order (I had planned to do this at the beginning but finally ....) So Ken doesn't learn before Curtis. That's kind of how it goes chronologically (other characters could be added of course 😉) :

The higher-ups know it from the start (instructors, ...)

Bucky

Brady and Benny

Red and Kidd when they become majors

Curtis

-> Departure for England

Meatball

Harding

Kenny

-> Stalag

Hambone

Alex

-> Back to England

Rosie and Crosby

Douglass

Does it remain a secret during their training years? Yes, and they don't even try to hide it. The only time Buck actively tries to hide it (for safety reasons) is during stalag. Otherwise, he doesn't talk about it because it's a childhood habit.

I think I don't forget anything 🤞. Hope this responds to your interrogations. And don't worry, send them in, I'll get through them when I can 🥰

[ronsenthal]

18 and 23 for the music asks please :)

Hello!!! thanks for asking these

18. makes me want to burn the world down

War Pigs by Black Sabbath

23. has interesting sounds that tickle my brain right

Desafinado by Antônio Carlos Jobim, there is also the english version that it's called Off Key (has the same meaning here), well in this song Tom (as we brazilians affectionately call him) plays with some unexpected key sequences that are not exactly off key but they are placed in a very specific way that sounds different? he was making fun of some music critics that said his music (Bossa Nova) was made for people who couldn't sing? so he wrote this masterpiece

send me a number and i’ll give you a song

[wecomrades]

✨ John “Bucky” Egan✨

“You know, if this whole thing ended, and there were only two pilots left up in the air, it would be me, and it would be you, Buck.”

I’m back! Haven’t posted any art in quite some time, but certain fellas managed to bring back the inspiration and I have time, so here’s the first ever portrait of Masters series!

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[inglourious-imagines]

practically begging for some george luz w/ enemies to lovers. everyone always writes amazing friends to lovers but there’s sm potential w e2l !!! love ur writing btw xx

Jokes on You (George Luz x Fem!Reader)

Requested by: anon

Summary: George Luz is a funny guy, there is absolutely no denying that. He likes making jokes, and he likes it even more when people laugh at them. So what happens when there comes a person who makes just as good jokes as George? Or maybe even better? Some enemies to lovers for y’all.

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Warnings: like two swear words, angst in the form of Bastogne

A/N: I so suck at endings.

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Cracking jokes and making people laugh is George’s thing and his only, that’s how it’s always been. He is the funny guy in the group, that’s how he likes to define himself, the funny one. But to define is to limit and George has made the mistake of limiting himself to clinging to one particular personality trait, humour.

And then Y/N came along; about four months into the boot camp Y/N got reassigned from Dog Company to Easy Company for reasons no one knew, except for Lewis Nixon perhaps. George did not start hating her per say right from the moment he met her, but ever since she beat him to the joke when watching his favourite movie he’s strongly despised her. From then on, the feelings only got stronger; she’s always making the whole Company laugh, some of the jokes even on his account which George does not like one bit, hell she even managed to make Blithe chuckle that one day after D-Day.

Y/N had no idea what she triggered by her naturally jokester nature until she had to face a very pissed off George after she blabbed some joke about some actress and then a very pissed off George is the only kind of George she has had the privilege of meeting. The woman has pondered greatly about what she could have possibly done to anger the man so, but nothing came to mind and she soon gave up. George continued and stubbornly continues to be rude to her so she should only repay his “kindness”.

After Carentan, the word of Operation Market Garden is in the air and the Allies are particularly optimistic. Easy is in the pub, celebrating its successes in the war, while some reinforcements are trying to mingle. Y/N is watching it all from behind, the old breed not wanting to socialize with the newbies at all and sometimes the situations can get truly hilarious.

Somehow, in a few minutes, she finds herself behind a table with Luz, Malarkey, Muck and other three reinforcements who are just drinking up George’s story about his valour in Normandy. Her lips itch upwards from now and then, George’s drunkenness making it all the more amusing. Y/N can tell the new guys are impressed and somewhat terrified as well and one of them puts a pin on it when he asks Luz, “And what rank are you?”

The table sits in silence for a moment, for absolutely no one expected such question, not even the other reinforcements, then Malarkey and Muck burst out laughing, almost tipping over their beers.

Y/N chuckles, reaches over, and pats the guy’s arm. “Oh c’mon, it is Private!”

That absolutely finishes off Don and Skip, Skip eventually falls off his chair, the reinforcements are now laughing too; the mood slightly more friendly and at ease than before. Not for everyone though.

George is red to his ears, as he frowns. “The joke wasn’t that good. And it’s not even true.”

Donald is hiccupping now but manages to answer, “A- a bit c- corny, yes, but f-fucking b-brilliant.”

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At this point the Company is divided into two parts only, one part bets on the two of them killing each other and the other parts bets on them fucking; which it will be is truly in the stars for George and Y/N are face to face again, both of them red in the cheeks from all the anger, both of them shouting some incoherent insults, and as Penkala has put it, “See? Honestly I can really see both happening. They will either kill each other or fuck, there is absolutely nothing in between.”

But then Market Garden happens, an underestimated operation, that leaves behind too many dead than it should and when all of Easy is boarded on trucks, retreating, the company is two people short.

Bull Randleman and Y/N Y/L/N.

The officers discuss what can be done, and despite all of the men wanting to go and save the two of the best soldiers in the company, they know they can’t. And exactly that is making George Luz lose his mind. He can’t really understand why he is so restless, anxious, and downright terrified throughout the whole night; he tosses and turns, he is not able to bring himself to close his eyes.

But then in the morning he sees Y/N on the jeep next to Bull and suddenly he feels like he could fly and go to Berlin and kill Hitler, just so he could see the carefree smile on her face.

It clicks in him just then, and Malarkey pats his shoulder. “So, you’ve finally figured it out, huh?”

George turns to him, confused. “What?”

Malarkey laughs, shaking his head, and says, “Don’t play dumb with me, you idiot, I saw it just now.”

As much as George would like to answer his friend, he truly has no idea what he is talking about, and when that dawns on Donald, he offers George a sympathetic smile.

“Okay, let me put your thoughts to words, ‘cause you’re such an oblivious idiot that you probably wouldn’t figure it out by the time this motherfucking war is over,” Malarkey continues, “you don’t hate her, do you, not really.”

It is not even a question, more of a statement, and George really wants to protest, more than anything, because it is ridiculous, right?

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The plan to be home by Christmas isn’t really working out for the Allies but the soldiers of Easy Company have already forgotten about those false hopes, they aren’t the ones to be bothered with when you freeze your ass off in a foxhole in the middle of a forest where the trees blow up every now and then and the place becomes a tornado.

Y/N shares a foxhole with Muck and Penkala, the trio trying to lighten up their gloomy moods with laughter. But even Y/N is running out of jokes now, so when doc Roe runs up to them, asking for scissors, she’s more than happy to go look for them with him too, the need to stretch her stiff and frozen body overpowering her whole self.

She’s just a couple of meters away from her foxhole when another German artillery attack comes and the whole forest becomes a hurricane of explosions, splinters, and blood. The soldier throws herself to the ground, crawling her way, slowly, back to her foxhole, Muck and Penkala shouting something at her she can’t hear, encouraging her to hurry up.

Dirt is everywhere, she barely can see, she covers her ears and head with her hands as another hit comes; she continues right after the explosion, crawling, crawling, crawling.

Muck and Penkala are still shouting at her, she is getting closer; Y/N can hear another artillery attack coming but this time she doesn’t stop proceeding, she knows she has to get into the foxhole soon, so she keeps on pushing.

The explosion comes. Everything goes white for a moment. The pressure wave makes her stop moving, and she is forced to close her eyes and cover her head with her hands.

She opens her eyes. There is nothing.

Seconds ago, there were two people, now there is nothing, nothing left, not a single trace that there have ever human beings stood.

Y/N can’t bring herself to move, she stares blankly into the space before her, her limbs are stiff. But then some arms grab her body, she can hear someone shouting at her.

3 seconds. That’s all it takes her to get back. She holds on to George’s arms as they run together to another foxhole, jumping right in. He immediately brings her into his body, she wraps her arms around his torso instinctively, holding onto him so tight, her head resting on his chest. George shields her body from everything outside and when the bombing finally stops, they don’t let go of each other for another few moments.

It isn’t until a few years after the war and they are married to each other, when they finally talk about what happened that day in the forest of Bois Jacques, not a day sooner. Ever since then, their relationship has been changed, both very much aware of it, neither of them brave enough to bring it up just yet.

It is in Haguenau, where they finally share a conversation. George finds her on her own, behind some building, hiding behind some sacks, looking at the river. He throws a Hershey bar into her lap and when she looks up in confusion, he offers her a warm tired smile.

“What did I do to deserve the affection of the one and only George Luz?” she tries to crack up a joke and chuckles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. George knows Y/N is exhausted beyond words.

He sits down next to her, as he opens his mouth to say something, but he rethinks it in the last second and nothing comes out. They sit out there for a few minutes, sharing the silence and strangely enough, it feels nice. George finally does not feel the need to talk all the time, the need to prove himself funny or worthy of other people’s attention.

“Have you ever been to Rhode Island?” he suddenly blurts out, surprising himself and her at the choice of the question.

Y/N smiles, doesn’t ask why or what. “No, never.”

“Then come with me.”

This time she asks what.

“After the war I mean, come home after the war with me.”

“But- but, you-“ she stutters, her cheeks slightly red, “but you hate me.”

George chuckles at that and looks at her. She has bags under her eyes that are a bit bloodshot (she hasn’t slept much in the last few days), her hair is dirty from dirt and sweat, her face has several scratches and marks, his eyes finds the most visible one just below her left cheekbone (he recalls that day in Carentan when a piece of shrapnel hit her and the wound looked way worse then it actually was for she had blood all over her left side of face, freaking out silently has never been so hard – he hadn’t known at that time what will come). He has never seen anything to maddeningly and purely beautiful as her.

“I thought I did, a very long time ago,” he says, “but actually I never did. I don’t hate you. How could I?”

Y/N looks at him and through all the pain, horror, and grief, she feels peace. It surprises her.

And so she responds, “Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“Okay, I will come home with you. How could I not?”

[anachilles]

chapt 4; whiskey neat, coffee black 🥃

To his surprise, Buck reached out and gave his arm a gentle, appeasing squeeze.  Oh. Oh. It shocked him to immediate attention, and it took everything he had not to visibly react. Buck’s palm was cool and a little dewey from handling the ice cold glasses and bottles, that’s why the sensation against his bare skin just under the hem of his t-shirt sleeve damn near sent a shiver up his spine. It was the first time Buck had physically touched him. Even when he pulled his hand away, Bucky could still feel the imprint of his palm, and he distantly hoped that it would linger a while longer. Maybe also that he’d do it again. The sooner the better, preferably.

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[triggerlil]

WIP game

Tagged by @johnslittlespoon hehe i love an excuse to post about themmmmmmmm

Rules : make a new post and share some sentences from your recent unposted wip with zero context. Let your followers guess.

He washes his glass in the sink by the light of the hall (he and Marge can’t afford a dishwasher yet). He picks up John’s, still a little cool to the touch at the bottom—wants so desperately to be normal—and presses his mouth against the rim of John’s glass. He closes his eyes to the dim, and feels the envelope burning the  flesh of his thigh. It topples him into a mix of memory and fantasy. His hands on either sides of John’s face, pulling him in and pressing their lips together like an awkward teenager. He stops when the envelope becomes John’s hand travelling up his thigh, grabs the new kitchen towel Marge’s mother gave them. It’s baby blue with white dots. Blue Skies tries to sneak up his throat.

i'll tag @valstarsandgalaxies @alienoresimagines and @q-katerina

[mads-nixon]

hi! do you have any good the pacific blogs i can follow? i just finished watching the show but i mostly see band of brothers so i was wondering if there’s any blogs that have a lot of the pacific? thank you in advance!

Hi anon! i'm so glad you're joining the fandom! there are definitely more BoB writers out there, but there are plenty of writers for the Pacific! Here are a few that I know of!

@inglourious-imagines -> masterlist

@imaginesbymk -> masterlist

@ask-you-what-sir / @nonstoplover -> masterlist

@turn0nthemoon -> hoosier fic

@auroralightsthesky -> i couldn't find a masterlist on mary's page, but she has a TON of amazing pacific fics if you search them up by tags!

@floralfloyd -> masterlist

@softspeirs -> masterlist

@spotofimagines -> masterlist

@alienoresimagines -> masterlist

@order-of-river-phoenix -> masterlist

@ourmiraclealigner -> masterlist

@justthinkingofwaystoavoidbusses -> masterlist

@sscamanderr -> hoosier fic

@rossmccallsqueen -> masterlist

you can also find my masterlist here!

please reblog and add more if you know of any!!

[scarecrowmax]

wip tag game

tagged by @bloodydeanwinchester hiiii bestie <3

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

Faith, Hope, and Invocation + ! (spn)

Domestic Destiel * (spn)

Apprentice Daniel +^ (saw)

Empty Fic * (spn)

Ghoul Adam +^ (spn)

I've Got No One But Myself to Blame + ! (stranger things)

Noes Thing ^ (a nightmare on elm street 2010)

Quarry Timeloop + ! (the quarry)

Stranger Things Blackphone AU ^ (stranger things)

The Curious Case of Many Dean Winchesters *^ (spn)

*= abandoned or all but

+ = I've actually worked on this recently

^ = i have no clue what i'm doing with this/where i'm going

! = I have a roadmap for this

Super happy to talk about like any of these, but like the symbols indicate I have only a few I'm genuinely working on or know where I'm going with them.

Tag you're it @wayward-angels-club @alienoresimagines @sallysetoncore okay I know I'm supposed to tag 7 more people but I am drawing nothing but blanks so If you follow me and write please feel free to consider yourself tagged <3

[onyxsboxes]

WIP Game (2)

I'm going to mix these two because I got them almost at the same time and they are a bit similar.

Tagging by @bucking-mustangs-with-wings and @darkimpala1897 (thank you dears 😊)

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

RULES: summarize your wips badly and let people vote on which one they'd most like to read!!!

Tagging for the one you like best (or both 😉): @roseszirnheld @alienoresimagines @sig-nifier @skyearth85 @defnotanarc and anyone else who wants to join

[libramooon]

your tags on my fics made me want to cry i'm overjoyed you liked it!! ❤❤❤ love you 😘❤

It was BEAUTIFUL!!!! I loved it 🥰❤️🥰❤️🥰❤️🥰 and I love you!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[wecomrades]

✨ Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal ✨

“We’re here to fight the monsters, Croz. Yeah. And, yeah– Yeah, that’s made us do some tough things… but-but we had to. There’s no other way. The things these people are capable of… No, they got it coming. Trust me. They got it coming.”

Hello again! Couldn’t help but drawing this beautiful soul, one of the best (if not the best) characters of Masters of the Air.

Kinda like this one, but the shadows on the reference photo were a bit odd so it wasn’t that easy doing the shades… especially the mouth/moustache area, as you can see it came out a little weird. But anyway, hope you like it! 💛

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[itstheheebiejeebies]

Meatball Icons

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@what-pride-had-wrought since you asked so nicely

[inglourious-imagines]

Coming Back to You (Donald Malarkey x GN!Reader)

Summary: After Bastogne, Malarkey is more distant than ever, barely talking to you anymore. But we don’t give up on those we love, right?

Requested by: @love-studying58 (Your last Malarkey post I requested got me in the feels and I’m requesting a similar one cause Malark is my fav. )

Prompts: 85 – “He loves you, you know? He’s just afraid of admitting it.” (used as a setting, not as words being said) & 8 – “I said I’m fucking fine.”

Warnings: just some swear words

A/N: Finally wrote it, yayy! Hope it's alright.

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The internal debating whether not-knowing or knowing would be worse is slowly taking its toll on your mental state. Ever since your Company heard the news about the patrol and the rumours that Malarkey is the one to lead it, you’ve been anxious and terrified beyond words.

It is almost evening, and you’re sitting with other Easy Company soldiers in a basement of one of the buildings in Hagenau, slowly sipping on the liquid the army so casually likes to call coffee. But it’s hot, and it warms your cold shaky hands. Even breathing is hard now, anxiety spreading to every part of your body like an infection. You’re terrified and you’re not even supposed to be on the patrol. All because of your heart that clings maybe too hard onto a broken soldier with a green beanie.

Your eyes scan the room, trying to find him but he’s nowhere to be seen; part of you wants to get up, find him, tell him all the things you’ve been dying to say since Toccoa, the other part keeps you glued to the old wooden chair and it seems you are stuck at dead end, neither of the sides taking the initiative.

“Don’t you look like Webster when the Krauts shot him,” George laughs as he plops himself on the chair next to you. You know very well he’s just trying to cheer you up, knowing exactly what’s gotten you down, but to say you look like David when shot? That’s a bit far.

“Fuck you too, Luz,” you retort, but a smile tugs at your lips anyway.

George puts up his hands in a surrender-like manner, grinning like a kid. “Well, maybe not, but you do look terrible.”

This time you let out an amused chuckle. “You sure know how to compliment a person. Thank you.”

“Come on, now, Y/N, you know what I mean.” George says as his face slowly gets more serious but the soft smile of his never disappears. “Someone should go talk to him,” he continues, his voice gentle and somewhat soothing, and you, for a split of a second, let yourself believe that this is your older brother giving you relationship advice. That thought warms your heart more than the coffee ever could, and you pick up your gaze at George, offering him a sincere smile.

You don’t have to ask, for George already knows your next move.

“Walk up the stairs to the first floor, then the first door to your left.”

You pat his shoulder while getting up, leaving that cup of unfinished coffee on your chair. “Thanks, G, I might just let that earlier insult pass after all.”

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You slowly walk up the stairs, with each step losing a bit of the sudden courage you felt before, but you don’t stop, you simply can’t. The doors are slightly opened, so when you peer in, you can see Malarkey quietly discussing something with Babe. You don’t want to disturb them, for both of them seem deep in thought, serious and so tired, so you slowly step back.

You don’t have to wait too long, in a few moments, Heffron is standing in the hall next to you. He gives you a sympathetic smile and without a word leaves you be. You don’t know it yet, but almost every soldier from the original Easy Company squad knew about your little crush that apparently is reciprocated, even though somewhat badly and without words so you have no idea. George will tell you, once you reach Germany, about all the secret bets concerning you and Malarkey, that even some of the officers are in on them. And you will laugh, rosy cheeked, and George will laugh too, saying how bad of a secret agent you would make.

Malarkey is looking out the window when you enter the room.

“Hi,” you say quietly to announce your present and take some steps towards him. “Are you okay?

“I’m fine,” he immediately answers without looking at you or even turning his head a bit.

You sigh, “You can talk to me, Don, if you’d li-“

“I said I’m fucking fine.”

That makes you stop in your tracks. Malarkey has never been harsh to you and even though it might be just fatigue and stress talking, his words hurt you. You reckon he wants to be left alone, to deal with whatever’s coming at him on his own, so with a heavy heart you turn your back to him.

But then he speaks again, this time his voice is soft and gentle. “Wait.”

You let out a sigh, knowing you would do anything he asks you to. So you turn to face him and the sight breaks your heart. He looks more exhausted than ever, the war aging him, making him look a lot older than he actually is.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers and without any warning, Malarkey crosses the distance between you two and brings you in for a desperate hug. You’re taken aback, the sudden show of emotions isn’t something you’re quite used to with Malarkey, so it takes you a few moments to truly comprehend the situation and wrap your arms around his torso.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers again, his voice so quiet you can barely hear the words. He’s clinging onto you like the drowning to a life vest, like his life depends on it and he’d break if he let you go.

You know he’s been hurting but it isn’t until now that you can physically feel his pain through his touch. Your eyes water but you forbid yourself to cry, focusing on Donald’s heartbeat to help you to remain calm.

“You don’t have to apologize,” you finally answer.

“Yes, yes, I do,” he’s quick to retort, his grip on you only tightens and it is slightly harder for you to breath now, but you don’t complain, how could you, when his touch is also the solution to all your problems.

“I finally realized something I should have realized long ago,” Malarkey continues but pauses right after. Then he’s suddenly pushing you away, gently, with the words: “I need to look at you when I say this.”

Your heart is in your throat by now. You try to calm yourself down but Malarkey grabs your hands and you’re dizzy again, but the good kind, the kind that makes you feel like you can do anything you want.

“I realized that if it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have made it through this war. You’ve always been by my side, through Currahee, through the jump, through Bastogne and I know I haven’t appreciated you enough for it and for that I am truly sorry.”

His voice is stronger now as he gains more confidence in his words. Your cheeks are red as tomatoes, and you can feel yourself smiling like a little child.

“And if your feelings haven’t changed, I’d like to spend all the moments I have left proving to you, that you, Y/N, are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Malarkey pauses for a second, his eyes fixated on you, a soft smile lightening up his face. “The truth is, my Y/N, I lov-“

“Don’t say it!” you interrupt him, surprising him and yourself. He looks at you confused and hurt that it almost breaks your heart again, but you know you have to say this.

“You can’t confess that to me, not yet, not before the patrol. I wouldn’t be able to let you go.”

His shoulders visibly relax a bit and the wrinkles leave his face.

“Come back to me,” you smile at him, “come back to me and then you can have all my moments, all of them will belong to you, they always have.”

And then, after such long years, Malarkey is finally smiling, no, grinning happily, and you see the three years younger man in him, just like when you met him in Toccoa, Georgia. His face lightens up and he’s hugging you again, saying, “Then I shall come back. I’ll come back.”

You’re laughing as he spins you around in his arms and suddenly it is very hard to contain all the joy, luck and love in your heart.

“I’ll always come back to you.”

[randomfandomimagine]

Hey could you take me off of your taglists please? Nothing against you or your works, don't worry💙💙 I just feel really bad bc I didn't interact with your marvel stuff altho you tagged me bc I haven't seen much of them so I have no ideas who the characters are (i was supposed to watch them but..) so yeah thank you💕 -alienoresimagines

Sure, I’ll take you off the tag list!

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make out with: ack ack haldane!

date: tommy shelby

marry: hillbilly jones!

punch: hoosier smith

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