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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.

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @teenmagazines @meteora-fc @eugenesmorphine @band-of-brothers-cz @real-fans @not-john-watsons-blog @tealaquinn @ok-roemanov @mrseasycompany @punkgeekchic @wexhappyxfew @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @rayofshanshine @mavysnavy @easynix @georgeluzwarmhugs @easy-company-tradition @immrsronaldspeirs @snafus-peckuh @curraheewestandalone @warrior-healer @justamadgirlinabox @happyveday @order-of-river-phoenix @whoahersheybars @nixoninc

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?”

[astheraa]

Bro my best friend just got dumped and i feel so fucking bad. Please Lion x Fem chubby reader for who just broke up with their boyfriend and he's been waiting for his chance to make a move. Lots of comfort bro- my girl needs it :(

F to the BFF

james-> smoke

Havard -> Ace

Mark -> Mute

Lion x Fem! Reader - Never stopping love

,, Don't be sad now, he doesn't know what he's giving up", James patting your back as you still cried thinking about your -now- Ex-boyfriend.

,,His New Girlfriend literally picked on me and said that she doesn't wonder that he broke up wih me because of my looks ", you were shattered to the ground, didn't know what to do. Those words really hit you, it costs you a lot of confidence to recover.

,,People that are only fixed on 'social-accepted' bodies are pricks. Personality matters in the end. Why should be a Woman with a "good" body and a really shitty personality be better than you in any way. You're nice, always lending a hand when needed and other stuff. ", said Harvard which just walked by to get something.

,,It's surprising to hear that from you Havard", coming from Oliver who just came back with new Tissues for you.

He handed them to you with a slight smile on his lips and sits right next to you, putting an arm around your shoulder. He nods to James giving him a clear sign. James leaves the room with a ,, Talk to me when you need it Y/N" and now you and Lion were alone, Havard has already left again.

,,Do you want to go somewhere else Love?", he asked you while brushing your cheeks and wiping the tears away.

He never liked your Ex, he despited him, he always assumed that he would cheat on you, but he never had the heart to tell you his suspicion.

But he liked you more than he should, the moment you joined rainbow, the moment he fell for you. He loves everything about you; the way you laugh, how you discuss with Mark when you're in the right and more, he fell for you, hard.

You both walked to your room where you sat on your bed just starring into the distance. He sat once again beside you and pulled you more near to him and hugged you.

He knew you weren't ready for a new relationship right after your break-up, he was scared if he asked you know and you would say yes, you would only say yes to take revenge on your Ex or just to get over him.

But telling you that he liked you wouldn't hurt or?

,,You know I never liked him anyways, you deserve someone better like some persons in this room", he was embarrassed, he behaved like a little child who stole his sister's Teenmagazine and read about flirt-tips.

,,You mean self-love", You looked at him and sniffed up.

He was speechless, no wonder you didn't understand, he explained it like an Idiot! ,, No I mean someone different, I really ,really do like you Y/N by the way. And I always did and always will"

You looked at him in shock. You never knew about his feelings. And suddenly it clicked in your head. The now very obvious hints from the others, his over-friendly gestures and how he talked about your Ex. It all made sense now.

He stood up and went for the door. You kept him back; ,, Oliver, I'm an emotional wreck at the moment. I do like you too, but give me some time. But I do really like you, my ex was never the right one. I always searched for something special in him, but he never had anything, but you do. Please wait for me, Oliver "

He came back to you, cupped your cheeks with his hands and leanded in for a kiss; ,,I will always wait for you My love", and with that he kissed you.

After that he left and it made your evening better.

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Not quite happy with this one but enjoy :3

[anbubisibuna]

Charlotte Bachmann got Dr. Sommer shaking, screaming, crying and throwing up

Hahaha ha!

Definitely.

No seriously. I don't know why they made her such an expert on love and relationships and her statistics. 😭 She likely has an overly high IQ. But she doesn't seem to be very emotionally intelligent that she just knows alot about feelings and stuff, which she doesn't.

In case anyone wants to know:

There used to be this teenmagazine called BRAVO and there was a rubric Dr. Sommer where teens send in their relationship/ love problems and Dr. Sommer would answer them.

[kiudinashka]

Whatever’s Clever #TeenMagazine or Adult Swim lol

[duranduratulsa]

80's Fest Magazine of the day: Bop Magazine #magazine #teenmagazine #teenzine #BOP #bopmagazine #80s #80sfest #durandurantulsas5thannual80sfest

[televisionboy]

Anon Hate

To all the Anons who has been sending death threats, death wishes, fat shaming, body shaming, or any kind of hate... Stop! Any of those can really hurt someone. Why do you send stuff like that? Are you jealous? Did they do something to you? Honestly, if you don't have something nothing to say, don't say it! Have you ever heard of that? I'm positive that we all hate seeing people getting anon hate. So, please stop! Now! 

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thanks! good psa!

[thoughpoppiesblow]

Idk if you’ve seen it but Brooklyn 99 for fandom asks??

I have not seen Brooklyn 99 but I think one of the characters is bisexual so I’ll say that ones my favorite

[alienoresimagines]

'Tis Saturday, and I have arrived to shower some people with love and recognition! @mercurygray @julianneday1701 @adamantiumdragonfly @punkgeekchic @teenmagazines @wecomrades @wexhappyxfew @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @junojelli @liebegott @wereinadell @jamie506101 @were-supposed-to-be-surrounded @vintagelavenderskies @lovinmullen and more later 💙💙💙

@mercurygray

You seem like a real good person who knows quite a lot of things tbh but I really like it😅 Your blog is amazing too!❤

Thank you for all the good stuff you create and reblog, it's all chef's kiss😊

@julianneday1701

You're such an inspiration for all of us, writers, you keep me motivate to think about my WIPs and so THANK YOU💕

Thank you for all the efforts you put into your writing and challenges, you have no idea just how much it helped me💞

@adamantiumdragonfly

You're just so so cool?! Like I love hanging out on your blog tbh😅 Also YES, Matt Maeson IS amazing✌🏻💖

Thank you for the great fics that I can't wait to read and your awesome personality❤

@punkgeekchic

You truly are so kind and deserve so many good things! You inspire me to be a better person everyday💕😊

Thank you for everything, you helped me through so many things🥺💙

@teenmagazines

You always support your friends and that's really good to see🖤

Thank you for the great support and sweet attentions

@wecomrades

You're so skilled in everything you do, your art is one of my favorites on here and just on of my fav altogether🥰

Thank you for the amazing content you provide us with, I can't get enough of it💕

@wexhappyxfew

OMG Shannon, you're always so kind and down-to-earth, always there for others, it's so heartwarming🥰 But take of yourself too love!❤

Thank you for sharing with us all your writing processes, with every tips you know, it's always so useful🤩🧡

@hellitwasyoufirstsergeant

You're so supportive, you deserve only the best for all the kindness you give us🥺❤

Thank you for being so kind hearted, so caring and sweet💖

@junojelli

You were one of the first blogs I followed and followed me back, and you just always seemed so cool and kind❤

Thank you for creating this great blog, and for being an even greater person!🧡

@liebegott

Your writing is amazing!! I genuinely look up to you as a writer and as a person 💙

Thank you for all your work, it's greatly appreciated🧡

@wereinadell

Your blog is so cool but I think I must've messed up somewhere bc I was sure I was following you and only unfollowed your old blog but I had to follow you again? Anyway your blog is so nice, I love it and you!!💖

Thank you for the infinite kindness and sweetness❤

@jamie506101

You support everyone so much, I can't explain just what it makes me feel whenever I see it on my dash🥰

Thank you for all the amazing support, you save writers!💕

@were-supposed-to-be-surrounded

I heard lots of good things about you and your blog, I'm sure they're all true🧡 You seem like such a kind person

Thank you for being so kind to everyone, it's greatly appreciated💖

@vintagelavenderskies

We don't talk much but you're so sweet and kind! You always support people and I think that's really sweet💞

Thank you for being such an awesome person, keep doing it!💕 (do we say this?)

@lovinmullen

You're so funny and idk why but I find your blog really relaxing? It definitely makes my day better☺️

Thank you for creating this blog and always being so hilarious, you always put a smile on my face whenever I go on your blog🥰

[randomfandomimagine]

Hello! I was wondering if you could add me to the 10 things I hate about you, friends, brooklyn 99, malcolm in the middle, and the breakfast club taglist and remove my old url @floydtab. thank you!

Sorry for the late reply 😅 But thank you so much, I usually have such a hard time finding people’s new urls, so I really appreciate you dropping by. You have been added to those fandoms and removed of your old url. Also, you were on The Outsiders tag list too, do you want to be removed all together from that one? For now, I removed you from it, but I just wanted to make sure. Have a nice day!

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

thanks for putting me in my major Martin mood 🙄

im actually in love with you and I’m on my knees begging with u to write more

Martin is a sleeper hit and MAMA AM I AWAKE NOW

I’m currently working on some Harry Welsh/Speirs!Reader, Liebgott/Reader smut, and my Speirs and Winters stories...BUT MARTIN IS CERTAINLY NOT FORGOTTEN

[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.

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @teenmagazines @meteora-fc @eugenesmorphine @band-of-brothers-cz @real-fans @not-john-watsons-blog @tealaquinn @ok-roemanov @mrseasycompany @punkgeekchic @wexhappyxfew @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant @rayofshanshine @mavysnavy @easynix @georgeluzwarmhugs @easy-company-tradition @immrsronaldspeirs @snafus-peckuh @curraheewestandalone @warrior-healer @justamadgirlinabox @happyveday @order-of-river-phoenix @whoahersheybars

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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.”

[heavenssexiestangel]

22 for mutual asks (:

In the Woods Somewhere - Hozier @teenmagazines

Heathens - Twenty One Pilots @wellshitweredonefor

Meet me in the woods - Lord Huron @hellsfinesttaskandrpblog

Raising Hell - Kesha @cowboylikedean

Hitch a Ride - Delta Rae @deanirae

[bugrry]

SKDNDNDN FUCK I forgot to include in my other ask, may I be added to a taglist for Harry work plz? 🥺❤️ bless u and ur blog

omg ok i didn’t even have a tag list yet but yes of course!!!!

[eightysix-baby]

ur height energy is a solid 4’10

asflasfd, well I mean you’re close I’m 4′11