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[pro-philosopher]

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[officially-multi-fandom]

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Falling the right way (Brian May)   ~fluff~

Tip toeing into the heart  (Brian May)  ~fluff~

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‘39 (Gwilym Lee)   ~fluff~

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Tangled Hearts  (Joe Mazzello) -on going-

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Always mine (Newt)    ~fluff~

Just Us (Minho)    ~fluff~

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[deaky-trash]

Promise | Eugene Sledge x Reader

Pairing: Eugene Sledge x F!Reader

Word Count: 305

Warnings: Mentions of war and death ig?

A/N: I really have been wanting to post more Eugene so PLEASE request him more. Or Gardner or Pat. Any character PLEASE i need requests fam

Y/N was sitting on the small town home's sofa, reading a book as she heard the knock on the front door. She was alarmed and hesitated at first, but eventually stood up to answer the door. She was hoping, praying it was her Eugene.

Y/N loved Eugene with all her heart and she had felt so empty since he had left for war. She missed him dearly and the bed felt colder and colder every night that her sweet Gene wasn’t there holding her in his arms. She was praying to any God or deity anywhere that Eugene hadn’t gotten killed in battle and that he had returned home to Alabama safely

She reached out, but hesitated to open the door at first, her hand inches away from the doorknob. And then she heard his voice. “I know you’re in there, darling,” Eugene remarked, knocking on the door once more. “The lights are on and I smell supper!”

Y/N immediately flung open the door and nearly tackled Eugene into a hug, smiling and kissing him as if it was the last thing she’d do. “Genie!” she chirped, kissing his cheeks.    

“Aww, I missed you too, Y/N/N!” He chuckled as she kept kissing around his face, eventually holding his wife’s face in his hands and kissing her passionately. He had missed Y/N too, and in the months that had passed, he had saved up all of his love for when he got back home to her.

He pulled away, but kept her face close to his, pressing his forehead to hers. “I missed you so much, Y/N/N…” be mumbled against her lips. “I was so scared you weren’t coming back, Gene,” she murmured in reply, kissing him gently. “Well, I’m here now, and I’m staying with you. Promise”