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lieb!

#aaaahhh he’s so pretty I love this #joseph liebgott #band of brothers

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poop-colored paint and forehead kisses 

pairing: don malarkey x f! reader

genre: fluffy fluff, tiny bit of angst

note: since none of my longfics are done, here's a little dose of my favorite, silly man

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

A kiss to the forehead is his favorite way of loving.

Don Malarkey is a bit of a rascal, he admits, with a penchant for trouble like a five-year-old boy scribbling in red marker all over his mother’s precious white, kitchen walls. A zest for life as he would call it, though you would argue that it was just a zest for pissing people off, and getting the last laugh.

After all, the first time you both properly talked, was in the midst of him constructing a bucket that would tip over with brown paint when the classroom door opened. Years ago, back in good ol’ high school. He was riled up from a one-sided feud with your homeroom teacher, who confiscated his pack of cigarettes, and smoked them all up.

“Good on him, honestly,” you remark, unflinchingly. “Your breath reeks of smoke.”

His jaw dropped, as you shrugged and strutted off. “What the f–...my breath doesn’t–”

Immediately snatching his hand to cover his mouth, inhaling his breath into his nostrils, you discovered his one-track mind when he completely forgets his poop paint concoction, and lets it all spill over, just a hair in front of your teacher’s footsteps. Of course, actually being there and getting caught, on top of a failed execution, was not part of the plan.

He was forced into detention for the whole week. But that first day, he was surprised to find you there.

“Decided to cuss him out for bein’ a thief,” you said, about the same teacher. “Not like we got money growin’ on trees around here, innit? Smokes cost a shit ton now.”

Malarkey’s jaw dropped again. His one-track mind strikes, threatening to bow at your feet, despite the fact that you were the reason he was stuck in that mucky classroom in the first place. Years later, you would punch his shoulder when he bids this argument, saying that if he weren’t such a simple man he would have not spilled the damn bucket.

But when you sat and crossed your legs, cherry red skirt riding up to unveil the smooth skin on your thighs, he felt his throat dry and tried to hide the flush on his cheeks, whipping his head to the front. But you had already caught wind of his stare, promptly smirking to yourself.

He blamed it on his prepubescent mind for not realizing much earlier that you were really, quite pretty.

“We should team up some time,” he suggested. “I think we could take down the whole school.”

Malarkey’s breath didn’t actually reek of cigarettes. You just wanted to leave a lasting impression for the idiot boy, whose cute cheeks you wanted to try squeezing. And it worked, because you were stuck in detention with him for an entire week, where you learned everything about him, and in-between. Like his affinity for the skies, the rush in a risky prank, and a cup of coffee, with one teaspoon of sugar.

It came as no surprise, when he asked you to the school dance. But your nights with him would hardly be limited to a single night, and you would grace his mornings too, ‘til your everydays were blessed in each other’s company when you both started attending the University of Oregon.

You were definitely on each other’s team.

But yes, back to the point at hand: you loved his forehead kisses.

‘Cause Don Malarkey, for all his prankster behavior, is an absolute sap when it comes to love. In fact, the first time you felt that he was indeed, love, was when he walked you back home, all sweaty and blistered feet after hours of dancing. Though his eyes were clearly trained on your lips, he opted for a soft smile and instead, kissed your forehead. It was quick, but you could feel his (minty) breath cloud over your face, and his nose boop into yours–your lips breaking into a wide grin.

“I don’t want to rush into things,” he whispered. “Would like to show you, first, that you can trust me.”

He didn’t know what exactly it was about them, that he almost preferred to the lips (almost, because yours are far too soft and sweet to ever ignore). Perhaps, it’s a reminder that he gets to be yours. And when you slip your hands against his chest, every time, as he cradles you close, tilting to lean his cheek against your hair–it reminds him too, that you are actually his. That you will choose him, time and time again.

And it’s a reminder he cements into his heart, as he takes off for Camp Toccoa.

The morning of enlistment day, you were brewing his cup of coffee–hot, with exactly one teaspoon of sugar–when he sauntered into the kitchen with a heaviness in his footsteps. You knew, when he headed straight for the fridge, instead of greeting you with the usual peck to the forehead, what he was about to do. It was an ongoing conversation, slight hesitancy in his eyes, each time you’d cover sorrow with your usual sarcasm.

You didn’t want to know what it would be like, to go years without his voice in the apartment.

But you also knew him–a man of honor, a seeker of adrenaline. He would only keep wondering what it would’ve been like, should he not do his part in the war. And though you preferred him just guessing, you feared he would never be satisfied. You didn’t want him to regret, and then resent you for convincing him to stay. So of course, you kept your feelings of despair to yourself. 

But that day, when the silence was too blaring, it shattered your glass heart.

“Sweetheart,” he rushed, as you began to sob over the counter. “Christ, sweetheart, don’t cry on me now.”

“Why do ya have to be so good?” you stammered. “Why do ya have to be so fuckin’ brave?”

He didn’t know what to say to that. Instead, he turned to grab your waist, feeling his throat constrict at the sight of your swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Your warmth is the one invariable through the changing of seasons, and the familiarity of loving you never ceased to feel as new as the first day. So he did what he knew best, he held you close, as tight as he ever has, and pressed a singular kiss to your forehead.

But this time, his lips lingered on you longer than they usually did, and you felt a dampness touch your skin when he leaned his head against you, and cupped your cheeks.

“You are my entire world,” he murmured against your lips. “I will come home to you.”

And a man of honor he is, because after three, grueling years, he finally meets you at the train station in Oregon.

The light in his eyes have dimmed, his skin has aged into a sickly pale, and his voice is soft, unusual for the boy who yelled his love for you from the windows as the train departed, just three years ago. The war has stripped away the Don Malarkey you once knew. But as he drops his luggage, and makes his way to you in slow, disbelieving steps, he does the one thing that reminds you that your love is all the same.

He greets you with a long, forehead kiss.

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

#this is so sweet ahhh #the second last chapter was *chefs kiss* #don malarkey #band of brothers #bob fic rec

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they were literally looking at web like this

#band of brothers #david webster #joe liebgott #chuck grant

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a total solar eclipse occurred on august 21st, 1914

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it's alright, he loves to fly

#meatballllll aaaaaaaaaaa #benny demarco #masters of the air #meatball

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me whenever speirs is on screen:

#band of brothers tumblr sharing one brain as always #ronald speirs #band of brothers

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not to be horny on main but callum turner- *gunshots*

#yes next #callum turner

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John Egan! Your 2 o'clock! What the hell took you so long, loca?

#buckyyyy where the hell have you been loca #<< previous tags #masters of the air #john egan #gale cleven

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You called me Babe.

#these are so gorgeous I’m in love #band of brothers #eugene roe #babe heffron

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this whole time i was thinking web never got promoted out of private bc incompetence, only to find out that he'd been offered promotion a few times, he just turned them all down because he didn't want the responsibility-- DAVID KENYON WEBSTER I S2G

#hes there to write his journals and bitch with his friends dont give him responsibility #this bitch rlly said act your wage #<< previous tags #david webster #band of brothers

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“Really? It’s hot in Africa?”

#donald malarkey #band of brothers

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song: Congratulations (Piano) by Mac Miller

#reblogging this again because it’s gold #band of brothers #george luz

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it has occurred to me that the new bob watchers don't know about the 1 hour long behind-the-scenes episode filmed entirely by ron livingston

it's on youtube

#go watch it it’s so good #band of brothers

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Love your video edits! I did read your request rules but I didn’t see anything about video requests. Do you take requests for that or is that something you do for fun?

heyy sorry I’m a bit late to answer this❤️

idk if that’s what you meant but I want to be very clear that the edits themselves aren’t mine, I just wanted to appreciate them by making a my favorite Band of Brothers edits compilation. You can find the original creators by the names I wrote on top of the edits! <3

But to answer your question, yeah I could scroll through my saved tiktoks again to make another compilation. (I have far too many Callum Turner/mota ones saved)

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any knight born after 1200 can’t achieve the holy grail, all they know is feasting, charge their horse, kill, have affair, go mad in the forest & cry

#meme

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Starting to think these hbowar guys weren’t gay? I’m hearing rumours they had wives … chat is this true? I feel sick

#band of brothers #masters of the air #queue

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not to be a weirdo but i do love that in all the primary photos of dick and nix irl, dick is turned toward nix not looking towards the camera (the photo of them in ODs where Dick has the smile on his face and nix is just looking into the camera, the new photo of them sitting at the table where dick's uniform is undone and nix still has his tie one, and the photo of everyone in austria where dick is perched on nix's armchair)

it just visually shows how much dick liked lewis and how close they really were. it reminds me of when paul mccartney talked about john lennon and was like, when i see pictures of us together i'm like, yeah we really were friends. like i hope dick saw those pictures and thought the same thing ya know

#richard winters #lewis nixon #band of brothers #queue