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anavalancheofstucky · 2 years

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Brooklyn Baby Masterpost

Thank you to everyone that has read Brooklyn Baby! I'm so proud of myself for finishing a fic for the first time ever! The support that we've received has been absolutely wonderful and means the world to me.

Thank you again to @shrunkyclunksbang and all the mods for hosting such an incredible event. Thank you to my wonderful artist @buckymilf for their beautiful art and thank you to my beta @hkandiu for fixing all my stupid mistakes!

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AO3 Links: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Epilogue.

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oh-surprise-its-me · 7 months

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HI PLEASE THE casual "tommy" in the threesome au is making my heart melt into a puddle theyre all so cute and cuddly 🫶🫶🫶

They’re all so soft for each other

This little thing if for you anon <333

Tom was practically melted in the tub. Chris is sitting on the bath mat talking to him while Ron is washing his hair.

“Hey Tommy don’t fall asleep.”

Tom jolts awake. He blinks at them. He’s so warm that he just wants to drift off. “Sorry.” Chris smiles at him. “Oh baby no it’s okay.” Ron presses a kiss to the side of his head. “Come on Tommy let’s get you dried off and in bed.”

Tom’s honestly not sure if he can move. It doesn’t matter though because suddenly Chris has a hold of him and he’s in the air. He shudders at the cold air hitting his skin. “I know it’s cold sorry.”

Tom relaxes into his hold, “I’m getting you all wet.” Chris kisses him. “It’s okay I’m not wearing these clothes to bed anyways.” Ron let’s out a small snort. That’s a bit of an understatement to what Chris wears to bed.

Tom doesn’t know if he drifts off or what because when he blinks his eyes open suddenly he’s in bed with them on either side of him. “Thanks for making me feel better.” Ron squeezes his waist from where his arm is wrapped, “sorry you had to put up with those idiots today.” Chris nods and kisses his collarbone. “I still say we threaten them.”

Tom smiles, his boyfriends are so ridiculously protective. It makes him feel so loved. “Nah it’s okay now. You two made it better.” Chris smiles at him and curls closer. “Love you Tommy. Thanks for being so strong for other people.”

Ron presses a kiss to the back of Tom’s neck. Pulls him even closer if that’s possible, “love you baby. Wish you didn’t have to deal with them but you’re iceman you can do anything.”

Tom let’s put a small laugh. “Love you both. Thanks for taking care of me.”

He drifts off warm. Feels their one cat leap on the bed and curl around his head like always. It’s almost like she knows he needed comfort today.

#ron slider kerner #chris seresin #ron slider kerner x chris seresin #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #ron x chris x tom #tom kazansky x ron kerner #tom x ron x chris #chris seresin x tom iceman kazansky #insane amounts of fluff #mac writes top gun #the anon fluffy

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starrystevie · 4 months

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eddie isn't sure when steve becomes a synonym for safe. isn't sure how someone he actively avoided in crowded hallways morphs into a pair of eyes he seeks out when things are too much. isn't sure what it is about steve harrington that has him gravitating towards a once was king. it just suddenly is.

steve's a steady hand on his shoulder, a gentle nudge with the toe of his shoe to get him up and moving. he's a barely there smile reassuring him that things are okay, will be okay, could be okay if they keep trying to get to whatever okay could be.

steve's there for all of them, he always has been. he's the one that every single one of their ragtag bunch runs to in their own ways because steve's strong in his own way and can take away bits of their pain and fear and hide it behind his armor so it can't hurt them anymore.

but he's different for eddie. he's more quiet, more sturdy. what would be smiles for el and a crass joke for dustin and a carefully crafted hug for robin is soft silence for eddie. maybe it's because he's the tiniest bit younger than eddie, maybe it's because he's newer, maybe it's because he put eddie back together with strong hands and an even stronger will and saw the quivering underbelly that he hides away from everyone with wide grins and overwhelming flair.

everyone except steve, apparently.

whatever it is, eddie searches for it with every chance he can. he slides closer to steve when crowds get too loud looking between their feet to make sure he isn't too close but can still feel the heat radiating off of his bare arms. he looks up to see steve's eyes on him when eddie's gone quiet, throwing him a small smile and hoping it catches. he holds onto steve's quiet acceptance of a shitty mixtape in the car when eddie needs loud, needs angry, because he feels loud, feels angry.

but then it changes.

whatever they used to be isn't a factor anymore. whatever they used to be starts to bleed into steve's fingertips against bare skin, feeling his heartbeat through paper thin veins like he's trying to remind himself that eddie made it. that he himself made sure that eddie made it.

eddie does know when that change happens, though. knows when they go from never touching to always touching. knows when it changes from the steve and eddie that are two separate thoughts to the steveandeddie that can only ever be said within the same breath.

it's just that he was so tired and steve was sitting on his ratty little twin bed in his ratty big city apartment and steve was safe. steve meant safe. steve was the hands that held him together in a nightmare world and the air in his lungs when he couldn't breathe on his own.

so it all seemed to make sense for him to crawl onto the bed, rucking up the well worn quilt that he stole from wayne under his bony knees, and settle his head onto the legs that carried him out of the upside down into a world where steve was a security blanket in and of himself.

and as eddie stared up at the ceiling with his curls draped over steve's lap, he felt when it all clicked. felt the thighs he was laying on tense and then fall, felt the hand holding crumpled magazine pages come to rest gently on his chest, palm covering his racing heart. but most of all he felt when steve looked at him, gaze landing on his face and covering him like a balm over a burn.

he looked back, because eddie always looks when steve needs him, and quickly realized he was steve's safe, too. eddie might not be sure when steve becomes a synonym for safe, but that doesn't matter. not anymore. not when eddie can be that for him, too. not when he can learn what steve needs and when he needs it. he's a joke when steve's mind starts spiraling. he's the loud of a shitty mixtape to make him smile as he sings off key when they drive. he's a hand in his hair, pulling him in to rest against his chest when there's bats and russian doctors and max's broken body clouding his vision.

eddie still crawls into his lap when he feels that bone tiredness pulling at his limbs. steve still shoves his face into eddie's chest when he has to clear away the ghosts hiding in his eyes. they still let their fingertips brush over pulse points when they need little reminders. and when they need to be wrapped up by each other, held together with hands that are gentle and unspoken promises, eddie knows they'll both go with open arms.

because they make each other feel loved, make each other feel real, make each other feel safe.

#been feeling an insane amount of anxiety recently and hoped that writing would help #fun fact: it didn't #my writing #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie fluff #steddie fic #really hope there aren't any glaring typos in this cause im not going back to reread it l o l

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jomteaaa · 5 days

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a little idea about timeskip!tsukishima kei, (suggestive, kinda crack, hehehe):

you have a rather insistent admirer who has been chasing you for some time now. despite the many obvious hints you dropped, explaining you are already in a loving relationship, and even straight out saying no, it seems like the message wasn't sent across. if it weren't for you wanting to settle this matter by yourself, tsukishima would have humiliated him terribly long ago. so, running out of options, you did something quite elaborate, just to make your admirer uncomfortable. you type out a whole paragraph that went something like this: "it's ok, i've met a cute boy with glasses and a bitchy personality. we are dating and my parents love him. he'll propose and we'll get married, have the perfect wedding, and during the honeymoon we'll have amazing sex that will absolutely break the bed."

you hit send with the biggest grin on your face, but when you glance at kei who is sitting beside you on the sofa, you see his face absolutely bright red. turns out he read the entire thing. oh shit, i made my boyfriend uncomfortable, you think. before you can do anything, though, you find yourself lying down with him on top of you. his face is still red, but this time with a smug ass smirk. now your face is heating up. "'sex that will absolutely break the bed', huh?"

he lowers himself and carefully places a trail of kisses up your neck and to that spot behind the ear. your breath hitches. "don't worry, love, a ring will be on that finger of yours soon."

bonus:

"seriously though, a 'bitchy personality'?"

"ask anyone and they will agree with me."

"you're insufferable."

#inspired by actual events !!#inspired because obviously this didn't happen #i really wish thoughhhh #i was rewatching haikyuu this week #and omygosh i spent an insane amount of time on that one episode tsukki debuts #squealing and giggling to myself the entire time #like a madman #tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima kei #timeskip haikyuu #tsukishima kei fluff

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billiedeansbitch · 1 year

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𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐞

(𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠!𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

summary: Larissa found you in bed with nothing on but your blanket. smutt and fluff ensued.

a/n: i can't write smutt without a fluff follow up and i think i'm cursed to write that way (though the smutt in this is only light)

warning/s: none

It was uncharacteristically hot that night, like hell was seeping into your bones, and burning you from the inside out. Sweat was constantly beading along your hairline, dripping on the sides of your face, everywhere was damp. Wearing clothes was torturously uncomfortable.

After having a cold shower, that gave you temporary relief, you ultimately decided to ditch the notion of wearing anything for the night, as you had nowhere else to be but in your bed, and with you being alone in the room since Larissa Weems, your roommate, had been invited to one of Morticia Frump’s famous sleepovers, you found no issue as to why you couldn’t sleep naked at all.

Midnight was approaching when Larissa left Ophelia hall. She had kindly written Morticia a note, explaining her sudden leave and left it on her night stand before tiptoeing her way out of the room.

In your shared quarters, Larissa found you curled up on your twin bed, a lightweight blanket was pulled all the way up to your shoulders, your back facing her. She approached you, careful as she could muster, and slowly, she lowered herself on your bed, lying on her side next to you, head propped up in her hand. The young shapeshifter sleepily sighed, completely content with just feeling your presence alone.

She then buried her nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo. Her arm slipped around your waist and pulled you, bringing you closer, more flushed against her. But as you moved closer, the thin material shifted, exposing more skin enough to tell her you weren’t wearing any clothes underneath the blanket. Her face had gone warm. She was about to fix it but you turned to face her. She was caught by the pink on your cheeks, a thin layer of sweat covering your forehead.

“Issa?” You called out, your voice was deep from sleep. Larissa raised her brows, the back of her hand smoothing over your cheek.

“It’s me, darling”

“You’re here.” Your breath was hot on her neck.

“I couldn’t sleep.” That was part of the truth why she left.

You scooted closer, nudging the soft skin with the tip of your nose like a cat, “Why?”

“Because I didn’t tuck you in. I didn’t kiss you good night.” A smile spread on your lips

She brought you closer, trying to ignore the fact that the only thing that was keeping you separated was your blanket that thinly covered your body.

She rubbed her hand up and down your back, “You’re not wearing any clothes.”

You grumbled, “Was too hot” then you kissed her neck as it was what your lips touched first. And slowly, you opened your eyes. Your vision was blurry but the grin on her lips was the first thing you noticed.

“You should try that sometimes.” briefly, your eyes wander down her shirt covered torso before theygreet her eyes.

The smile grew, and she poked your nose and kissed your forehead. You both had been too close to one another, more than what was considered as normal between friends, and you were aware of this closeness—aware of the lingering looks drenched with infatuation that she gave, aware of how her hands would always protectively attach itself on the small of your back and kiss your cheeks so affectionately.

In fact, that night wouldn’t be the first time Larissa had found you in bed without nothing on but your lightweight blanket swallowing your form, and she had seen flashes of your bare chest, a little bit of your backside while you were throwing on a comfortable fit after classes, and each time, she would try to ignore them, and the ache she felt.

“Are you okay?” you asked, watching how her eyes went from admiring you to staring blankly at the wall behind you.

“Yes. Yes, I’m good. Sorry.”

“I apologise for the lack of pyjamas. I would wear one now if you’re uncomfortable.”

Larissa firmly held you by the waist, shaking her head slightly, “I very much prefer this.”

Now you were both staring at each other, both sporting a blush and a smile.

“Would you like to kiss me—like really kiss me and sleep in my bed?” staring at you, she tried to discern any indication from your expression that this was one of your foolish jokes, but she discovered it to be true.

She nodded, a little too eager than you anticipated.

“But before that—“ a yawn interrupted you, “ I only have one rule.”

She raised a brow, “and that is?”

“No clothes in bed.”

Half of you was thinking of taking it back, slapping just kidding like a big, fat tape to a gigantic tear just in case you read this all wrong from the start.

Larissa, without hesitation, removed all of her clothes, leaving her in her little brassiere, and matching white underwear. She unclasped the bra, and soon, it was on the floor together with her clothes. Her nipples were instantly hard as soon as the cold night air kissed it. Your mouth fell open.

You watched her hook her finger under the waistband of her underwear, she bent down as she pulled it off her leg and then the other leaving her completely bare.

And she was so stunning.

The patch of thin hair she kept trimmed was keeping your eyes fixated.

Larissa passed on the opportunity to tease you as you openly and shamelessly gawked at her. “Why were you hiding all that goodness?”

You shuffled a bit, inching closer to the wall to give her some space, “Come here, gorgeous.” you said, patting the spot.

Feeling her skin, bare and soft, against your own sent a delicious wave in your whole body, like you were struck by an electricity or something. She gathered you in her arms, and you were almost, almost lying on top of her, your face fitting perfectly on the crook of her neck, her leg slipping with ease in between yours.

She hummed, aware of the wetness now. Her eyes twinkle, as her hands start wandering up and down, familiarising with your curves, and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your hips voluntarily bucked into her, smearing yourself on her perfectly milky thigh. With a simple look, you knew what was going to happen that night.

Kissing her was just as delicious as touching her skin, hearing her moans and having her as equally as eager as you to make each other come again and again until either of you couldn’t tell how many times you both had come together.

Both wrapped in bliss and cum and sweat, you finally felt exhausted but happy and fulfilled. Larissa felt cherished, she felt so beautiful in a way it didn’t make her cringe, and felt what it was like to be made love with.

“Good night, roomie.” you muttered, placing one final kiss on the dip in between her collar bones.

“G’night, roomie.” and that was punctuated with another kiss on your forehead. A kiss that felt like a promise for more nights like this.

#larissa weems imagine #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie imagines #gwendoline christie #tooth rotting fluff #the amount of fluff i write is insane

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sweet-rabbit · 2 months

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NOTE: I am not responsible for your dentist bills for the cavities you might get from this one... happy belated 2x4 day, the even bois are super cuties <3

boy 1 boy 3 boy 5

#gundam wing #duo maxwell #quatre raberba winner #duo x quatre #2x4 #i shall not apologize for the amount of fluff i stuffed into this #fluff isn't usually my thing #i'm more comedy by a LOT #even reading it gets boring for me insanely fast #but MAN do these two bring out the fluff demon in me #they're so cute TT_TT

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matty-bear · 3 months

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guys im gonna go mad I’ve been scrolling trying to find a SINGLE fic that doesn’t contain smut for the past 10 minutes . is it so hard to ask for a fic that’s fluffy or even angsty like 😞 finna whip out a new fic rn cuz ….

#sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #azul talks ✮#Yall need holy water #The amount of smut on this app is insane #it is tumblr tho so idk what i expected #BUT STILL I JUST WANT FLUFF 😭😭😭

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sugurugetowo · 1 year

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since there's no jjk chapter this sunday, here's something else u can read to tide u over until next week!! I wrote it a while ago but I haven't had the chance to share it on tumblr yet

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#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #stsg #stsg fluff #satosugu #satosugu fluff #satoru gojo #suguru geto #jjk: the mortifying ordeal of creation #thank u to everyone who's already read it I really appreciate it!!#there's an insane amount of kudos and hits on it now which I didn't expect when I first wrote it

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burninlovebutler · 2 years

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19 - Not Even For A Second // Forever Winter // a.b x oc

warnings: SAD SAD SAD, grief/loss, hallucinations/delusions, drug abuse/addiction, mental illness, severe medical situations/trauma, vomit, alcohol, 4k words, 18+ always mdni

⚠️ if you are/have struggled with substance abuse or hallucinations this chp may be triggering⚠️

19/? - Austin's latest break dawns the memory of why Elsie keeps a distance between her heart & his. She made a promise a long time ago that she has to keep.

see masterlist/summary for background info + chapter log

I APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT I’M ABOUT TO DO TO YOU I AM SO SO SORRY PLS DO NOT HATE ME

𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍

𝙿𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜

(not my gif, will tag creator when found)

-ELSIE-

– 4 years ago –

It had been about 2 months since the death of Austin’s father and to say he was taking it badly was an understatement. He was on the verge of flunking out of school, the only reason he was even coasting was because I took over all his course work.

He spent most of the time in his room – it was filthy. Cluttered with trash, clothes, rotting food. It was easy to know that the food would decay because he wouldn’t eat. He wouldn’t eat at all. In the short time, he had dropped at least 20 pounds. He was never that bulky, fairly lanky to begin with, but now his ribs were popping out and his arms shrunk by the day.

He’d sleep all day, then be up most of the night. Or sometimes he’d sleep the entire 24 hours. The sockets around his eyes remained purple, his cheeks sullen. I barely recognized him.

Most of the time he wouldn’t shower for weeks on end and then there were some weeks where he wouldn’t even speak a word. At one point I even thought I was forgetting the sound of his voice and so started rewatching old videos of us just to hear it. Or his laugh or see his smile. God, I missed them, I missed them so fucking much. It was selfish how much I missed them.

It had been so long since I’d seen even a glimpse of the Austin I knew. He had become a ghost. Haunting our apartment with small traces of who he used to be all over, but he was no where to be found.

I was in his tiny room just trying to clean up a bit, do some laundry for him. I thought maybe a clean space might lift his spirits, or enough just to eat something, anything.

He was cocooned in a thick navy duvet, just tufts of overgrown blonde hair peaking from a small opening. I figured he was asleep since he didn't react when I came in. But when I went to grab an stale chip bag from between him and the wall, his hand weakly grabbed my wrist. I just about jumped off the ground from shock.

“Oh, I’m sorry Aus, I didn’t mean to wake you I was just trying to clean-“ He shushed me, then silently pointed behind himself. “Yeah I know, I just threw that stuff away-“ I whispered. He gestured again. “Aust I don’t know what you’re trying to say.”

In a slight struggle to unravel himself from the bedding without adjusting, his frail arm held open the cover. I stayed silent eyeing the scene in front of me and what it meant, if I was understanding correctly. With the raspiest, weakest, voice he croaked out, “Please.”

Without another word I slipped into the bed behind him. We had never done anything like this before and it felt so odd. Such an intimate act, so taboo, as if it was something we shouldn’t be doing. But some part of me didn’t feel that way and my arm curled around him like it was instinct, like I knew exactly where my arm would fit. He nuzzled back into me.

His relationship with his dad was complicated. Austin hated him. He was abusive to him as a child and then was manipulative with him as an adult. He even forced him into being a business law major. Even though it wasn’t the career he wanted, he strived to make his dad proud by keeping a consistent 4.0. I think he let himself be a pawn in a feeble attempt to win over his approval, his love. One time Aust even told me that not once did his dad say he was proud of him and couldn’t even remember him ever saying I love you.

How fucked up is that? How can a parent do that to their own child?

And yet he was holed up in his room, despondent. Losing a parent is difficult enough already, but it was the possibility of ever winning him over that was the loss. It was stolen, the chance to make him proud like he strived so hard to, the sliver of hope of one day hearing those words. I think that’s what he was really mourning. He never got to hear an ‘I’m proud of you’ or even fucking ‘I love you’.

His father died without Austin ever hearing the man say I love you.

My dad left when I was younger and my relationship with my mom was distant and complex. But at least she was happy when I called and fucking said I love you.

He curled further into himself before I heard hidden sobs. There was a familiar violent twist in my chest, it might as well have set up home in my heart from how often I felt it lately. I’d never seen anyone cry as much as he did in these past 2 months. He should’ve been constantly dehydrated from the sheer amount of tears leaving his body.

I drew him closer, tightening my grip on him. This was the first time he let me hold him while he sobbed, normally isolating from me. His weak arms gripped around mine, his fingers ice cold when they dug into my skin. The wails shook his entire body. “I know.” I comforted quietly, pressing my forehead flush against his shoulder.

He brought my hand up and intertwined his fingers through the spaces between mine, triggering an automatic tense in my knuckles. This was something else we’d never done before. And yet I obliged, wrapping my digits around his fist.

Then, he snaked our coiled arms up to his face, pressing it against the back of my hand. Within seconds it was covered in salty tears. It was such a helpless feeling, all I could do was tighten my grip on his hand and pull him closer. We stayed like that for a while and it seemed as though he was starting to fall asleep.

He must’ve felt me turn to glance at the wall clock, I was going to be late for class if I didn’t leave soon. He gripped my hand and barely through returning sobs, “Please don’t go.” There was a settling conflict in me, I couldn’t skip lecture again. It was fucked up that I was even thinking about class right now, but I was already on the verge of failing between juggling both our class loads. I would flunk us both. “I know- I’m sorry,” His weeps descended further, more erratic, “But please don’t leave.”

I couldn’t go, how could I leave him like this.

“I won’t Aus, I’m here okay?” I reassured, squeezing his hand back, “I’m here.”

A sniffle, “Even if I fall asleep, don’t go. Okay?”

“I won’t, I won’t leave you. Not even for a second.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

It made me furious that his wicked, vile father turned my best friend into a husk of what he was. I hated him enough for the both of us.

I didn’t mind taking care of him, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t getting exhausting. I would never tell him that though, never let him see it. I would never quit on him.

Then one day, something flipped. He would come out, fresh haircut, clean shaven, and put together. His room was organized and spotless. Full of energy and life, he was an even better version of his old self. Grades were spiking back up and his social life bolstering. Or sometimes it was hobbies and interests, he would learn an instrument overnight. He taught himself guitar that way and by the end of the month he was actually pretty decent.

At times it was even excessive – girls and parties.

The rumbling of giggles and cheers ripped me from a rather comfortable sleep. Rubbing my eyes, I checked my phone to see it was 2 am.

What the fuck?

I wrapped my thick, tufted duvet around myself and cracked my door open, immediately repulsed at the sight in our kitchen. My old roommate Josey sitting on the counter with her brunette friend Brooke hanging off Austin’s shoulder. The laughter slowed as soon when they spotted me.

“Hey Els,” Austin’s voice deep and dripped in alcohol, “Did we wake you?”

“Hi Elsie!” Josey waved at me. I ignored her, keeping my eyes on a sloppy Austin.

“Um yeah, its 2 am and you guys are being loud as fuck.” My voice still raspy from sleep kept it from sounding too angry.

Brooke scowled at me, hooking her arm with Austin’s.

“Sorry Els! We’ll try to be quiet!” Josey bubbled. Her blonde ditzy self was just as insufferable as I remembered.

It was funny that she was sitting on my kitchen counter giggling at whatever Austin said, seeing as she barely acknowledged him when he and I first became friends - before he turned into this, whatever this was.

“Well, don’t you think it’s time you guys went home?” My gaze now narrowing in on Brooke’s scowl.

“Oh, we’re sleeping over.” She challenged in snide tone.

My glare turned up to Austin, who somehow looked both cocky and afraid of me, “Both of them?” I snapped staring directly at him, my eyes felt like lasers were shooting out of them.

“Mmmmhm!” Josey answered taking a swig of her White Claw. “Brooke suggested we have a thr–“

“They’re too drunk to get home alone.” Austin answered for her. “And I’m too drunk to get them there.”

Pure disgust swirled a pit in my gut. A pit I didn’t know I should be feeling. “I see.”

The thought of the three of them–

God, what a fucking vile thought.

Just weeks ago, he was crying in my arms and begging me to stay. Me, not them.

“Sorry, we’ll move to his room.” Brooke’s lips curled into a smirk, “Don’t worry Els, we’ll take good care of him.”

And then, the switch would flip back down. Everything he was juggling came pummeling down after about 2 weeks, sometimes a month. The excessive sleep, sloppiness, drained life all returned. Josey and Brooke conveniently disappeared. And I’d be left picking up the pieces again.

It was a constant cycle. Up then down, up then down. Like a yo-yo.

Then there was the turning point, the incident.

He was in an upswing, having just learned some niche form of woodworking. Literal planks of wood rested against our living room wall, power tools scattered all over his room. Traces of Josey draped around the house from all their make-up sleepovers.

The energy in the house had been tense, uncomfortable. Chaotic. It always ended up that way in those peaks. The yo-yo began to put a strain on us.

I was sitting at the kitchen bar reading some romance book that was trendy at the time when he walked through the front door of our apartment. A bag of leftovers in tow and his whistling filled the room, joy and excitement clear in his demeanor. “Hi Els!" He chirped, setting the leftovers on the counter.

Without a second thought or even looking up from my book I asked, “What’re you so chipper about?”

Nothing could’ve ever prepared me for what was about to come out of his mouth.

“I had lunch with my dad! I think it went really well.” His words so casual.

I froze, furrowing my brows at my book.

What?

Closing the paperback slowly, “That’s not very funny Austin.”

He scoffed, “Listen I know he sucks but it went okay.”

“Are you trying to play some sort of fucked up joke on me?”

His mood shifted, now offended.

“I know he’s been shitty before but is it really that hard to believe that he could actually want to see me?”

Squinting at him trying to pick up on any inkling of a pun, but why the fuck would he joke about this.

I glanced down to the plastic bag encasing the styrofoam container, it was from one of our favorite restaurants, Lenny’s Diner. “You really went to Lenny’s?”

“Yes Elsie, what, is that a crime?” Aggravation clearly building in him.

“You sat down at a booth and talked to your dad?” I probed, trying to get any indication of... well anything to possibly explain this.

“Fuck El, yes what the fuck is your problem?” His newly muscular arms crossing his chest.

“How long were you there?” My questions coming out faster than I could think.

“Fuck I don’t know? I think I got there around ten?” His voice edged with defense.

I glanced out the front windows, it was dark already. Then looking at a clock on the wall that verified my fear – it was 7 pm.

Nine hours.

“And you were there this whole time? Talking to him?”

“Yes?”

I slid off the tall bar stool and paced cautiously towards him.

“Please tell me you’re joking Aus.”

“Elsie what the fuck is your problem? You’re acting like having lunch is a crime.” His tone angry and rising. I didn’t think I’d ever heard him mad before, nonetheless at me.

Stepping forward, I hesitantly grasped his hands, “Austin–“

“Fucking spit it out Elsie.”

I didn’t want to say it. I didn’t want to rip him down from whatever cloud he was in.

“Aus – Austin your dad is dead.”

He blinked at me blankly before his gaze turned dark, ripping his hands from me. “Now you’re the one fucking with me. That’s not fucking funny.”

“Why would I joke about that? Are you feeling okay?” Going to press the back of my hand to his forehead only to have him smack my arm away from him. Never had he ever touched me like that, the aggression sent a chill through my body. Not once did I ever think he would frighten me like this. I took a nervous step back.

“I feel fucking fine, you’re the one saying fucking insane shit.”

I had no fucking clue what was happening. If he was serious, I didn’t know how he’d react to the reality. How was this happening? How do you just forget your dad is dead? How do you see your dead dad? Talk to him? For nine fucking hours?

“I-“ Then I got an idea, whether or not it was a good one, it was the only option I could think of. I quickly made my way to his room, frantically filtering through his desk drawers before finding what I was looking for.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” He demanded from the kitchen.

Returning with a pamphlet, the one from the funeral.

He stilled, the life from his face dissipated as he took the pamphlet. His skin turning as pale as the white paper. Realization flooded in his eyes, grief filling them all over again. Soon replaced by confusion and panic.

Staggering backwards, chest heaving, his breath escaping him. I just barely caught him before he fell, gently guiding him to the floor. Tears welled in his eyes. "I saw him Elsie, I swear to god I did.” A sob coming from his lips, “I talked to him.”

There was a churn in my stomach, like it had been put through a meat grinder. I wasn’t the one that hallucinated my dad, but I was just as petrified. I knew he had been doing bad, but this was something else. This was more than just mourning.

I curled my arms around him, drawing him close, “We’re gonna get through this Aus, okay? I promise.” I rested my forehead atop his fluffed curls as he wailed into my chest. I gripped the back of his shirt in my fist as if it would stave off my own cries.

“I saw him, I saw him.” He repeated again and again.

“I know.” I struggled behind weakly restrained tears, “I won’t leave you Aust, I promise. Not for a second. I’ll be right there with you the whole time.”

A 72 hour hold later, we got some answers.

I visited him every day.

Each day he was in there was sadder than the last.

The first day he was so terrified, trembling, barely speaking to me. He squeezed my hand the entire 30 minutes of visitation time.

Second day, he sat across from me sketching my face with a purple crayon. He didn’t look at me once, seemingly going off of only his memory.

“They don’t let us use pens.” Was the only thing he said that day.

The third day he was numb, laying his head atop crossed arms on the tabletop. Not a single word came from his lips, the bags under his eyes the deepest purple I'd ever seen one someone's face. My guess was that he probably didn't sleep a single night the entire hold.

It was excruciating to see him in there, to see him like that. Every time I looked him it gutted me, made me worried and furious and helpless all over again. My cheerful, gentle, soft Austin was now just a shell. When I looked into his once bright sapphire eyes, I couldn’t find him anymore.

We found out many things from this little getaway. Mainly that some severe disorders ran his family and the major event of his dad must’ve triggered them. The doctors said it probably would’ve happened eventually. They knew the conditions that trended in his family, but they didn’t know just yet which ones he had inherited. There were so many that were thrown around, but the main two – Bipolar and Schizophrenia.

The yo-yo was just symptoms of vicious bipolar cycling - mania then depression, mania then depression, again and again. Then things I didn't think anything of - his forgetfulness, misplacing things and the things he didn't tell me, seeing or hearing things that weren't there, all symptoms of the latter. The tentative diagnosis explained it, all of it.

I brought him home and we worked on getting him steady again.

He started his meds.

He was better for a while.

But before I could fully catch my breath from the event, something else entirely reared an ugly head.

Josey – who he was unfortunately still seeing, called me in absolute hysterics. “It’s Austin – you have to get here now. I don’t know what’s going on.” I could barely understand what she was saying through her panicked sobs, “I don’t know what the fuck to do Elsie, I’m freaking out. I’m so fucking scared.”

When I found him, he was curled up on her bathroom floor, covered in his own vomit, barely breathing.

"Fuck Austin." Immediately kneeled down next to him, picking up his lulled face into my hands. He looked dead, his skin such a pale yellow, his eyes glossed and rolled into his skull, lips chapped and purple. "What the fuck happened!" Anger and panic seared through every nerve in my body.

"I-I don't know." Shuttered a visibly scared Josey, "He just- He just kept taking shots and- kept taking bars."

"Bars?" Furrowing my brows at her, "What the fuck is that?"

"You know," Her shoulders pulled up into a shrug from the arms wrapped around her body, "Like Xanax bars?"

"Xanax! How many did you let him fucking take Josey?" I'd never heard my voice so furious before. Josey backed into a corner shaking her head as to tell me she didn't have an answer.

I returned my focus to him, “Fuck Austin, please.” I whispered like it was just us two in the room, clutching his hand so hard I probably could’ve snapped his bones. I pressed my ear to his chest and my fingers to his neck to check his pulse. It was slowing down and it was slowing down fast. I started rotating between erratically shaking his limp body, patting his cheeks, peeling open his rolled back eyes and checking his weakening heart rate. It felt like years passing waiting to hear the ambulance sirens.

Squeezing his hand pulling it into my stomach as I doubled over, “Please don’t fucking go." Laying my forehead on his chest, sobbing against him, "You can’t leave me like this.”

Begging over and over,

"Austin please" "Don't leave me." "Please just hold on." "Just a little longer." "Please don't fucking leave." "I need you here." "Aus please." "You can't leave like this."

Everyone at the party just stood there watching, like it was some sort of fucked up performance. Doing nothing, nobody was doing anything. Not even Josey was nowhere near him, still petrified in the corner. No one had even called 911 until I got there because they were too worried that they'd get in trouble. People with even less of a fuck filtered out leaving without a single care. Including Brooke.

Just seconds before paramedics arrived, his body began violently convulsing. Followed by most disgusting, struggled gurgles from purple lips as he choked on his own foamed vomit.

It was easily the most horrifying, heart wrenching thing I had ever witnessed. Something I would never be able to unsee, a core scene that was now permanently etched into my mind like a tattoo. Every single memory of us played in my head, terrified that those would be the last ones I'd have, that we’d never be able to make any more.

I was forcefully hauled away from him as the paramedics started doing any and everything to halt his overdose. As soon as I was allowed back to him, my hand never left his. Everything unfolded in slow motion, I couldn’t hear a single word the EMTs spoke. All I could hear were wheels dragging across long carpeted hallways, the dings of the elevator. The metal clicks of the stretcher being shoved into the emergency vehicle. Every slow beep of the heart monitor rang like a screech through the night, jarring like nails on a chalkboard.

I never left him - through every room, down the elevator, the entire ambulance ride until he was finally taken into the crisis unit at the hospital.

Alone. I paced the halls of the freezing hospital alone. No one else there for him. Not Josey, not Brooke. Not even his own mother who never answered my thousand calls and texts.

Just me, only me.

This landed him in another 72 hour hold, this time in a rehab facility.

I felt so senseless, so guilty – I hadn’t even noticed a change in his behavior. How could I have not noticed? But how could I have suspected he was abusing his medications, the plethora of drugs his doctor had prescribed him.

A pill for the depression, a pill for focus, a pill for anxiety, several mood stabilizers, sleep aids, anti-psychotics for the hallucinations. There were too many to count.

Austin had never even exhibited any signs of having an addictive personality. Not even with alcohol. How was I supposed to know? How could I have fucking known.

I should've paid more attention. But I was so tied up with the pit Josey and Brooke planted in my stomach that it obstructed me from looking too close. I was distracted by my own selfish feelings that I missed it. I somehow didn't catch my other half spinning out into addiction.

Between the mourning, the psychotic break, and the pills – it all changed him. He was never the same after it. Lapses in meds and relapses cycled. Over time they slowed down and pieces of him started to come back, but he wasn’t whole. Like a chunk of him had been stolen and he couldn’t find it.

When things were bad, he terrified me. Unmedicated he only got worse. Cycling through mania and depression. Impulsive, then despondent. Misplacing objects, forgetting things – repeating something over and over. The most chilling ones were when he’d see or hear things that weren’t there. Even scarier than that was when he'd start to get used to them, talking to them.

Overly medicated wasn’t a picnic either. It was extremes or nothing, depending on what he was taking. Though it was only ever pills, uppers or downers, sometimes both.

Whether it was a non-medicated Austin or an overly medicated Austin, they were both versions of him I didn’t recognize. Never did I ever think that there would be times that I would be scared of my Aus. The one that wouldn't hurt a fly, the one that would hand homeless people his last dollar bill, the one that would volunteer at shelters during the holidays, the one that got teary-eyed at baby animal videos.

What frightened me the most was the thought of losing him, one way or another. That one day it would be too much, and I wouldn’t be able to save him.

It was soon after his overdose that I realized couldn’t be any closer to him than this, that we could never be more than this. As a friend I could be constant, no complications. I could be there through the relationships, the fuck buddies, the parties, the heartbreaks, the cycling, the relapses. If I went to the parties and got drunk with him and made friends with his annoying girlfriends, I could always be there.

It didn’t matter what I wanted or what I thought I felt. I needed to be just far enough away from him to not be clouded by anything else. Not again, I could never let it happen again. I couldn’t risk fucking us up, ruining us. I couldn't risk having to leave. I couldn't risk losing him.

I couldn't be the liability.

I made him a promise, I’d never leave him. Not even for a second.

Next Chapter: 20 - I Know You're Lying

thank you for all the love, comments, likes, reblogs, etc on forever winter, it means the world to me ♡

i hope you liked this chapter 🫣

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blackirishweab · 1 month

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2013 Hannibal tumblr would have had a field day with Hozier’s new song Too Sweet. I can already see the edits of it being portrayed as Will’s thoughts about Hannibal

#mine #I’m half way through a rewatch of Hannibal and this song is wreaking havoc with my mind rn #hannibal #the amount of fluff fanfics this would have inspired would have been insane

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astrobei · 1 year

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Are you still taking reqs for the kissing prompts? I just realized I never sent you a number!

hiii thanks for asking and yes, technically !! i do have to preface this by saying that unfortunately i definitely can’t write all the prompts i’ve received/will receive bc i’ve simply gotten So Many 👁️👁️ i don’t write them in order and i do just kind of go through my inbox and pick one that inspires me on a day when i need that little extra push to fight writers block or when i have some time and need a break from my current wips !! i would just be aware that there is a good chance i might not get to yours but i’ll probably keep requests open for another day or so just for anyone who didn’t see me rb the original post so do feel free to send one in anyway just in case !!

#the number of asks i have gotten for this is insane #some of u have been so sweet and polite #some of u have been . a little weird and entitled and demanding but that’s Ok #but at least for the next couple days i’ll still be taking them bc i know some ppl didn’t see me rb the post #but then i will probably have to close requests for this just so my inbox does not get flooded #i save the prompts in my inbox n go through them when i feel like writing smth and i’ve been rly loving just writing like.#mushy oopy goopy fluff lately it’s just been so fun #so. i’ll probably write a good amount of these !! just pls be aware that i definitely can’t do them all #it just depends on what my brain is feeling like!#what’s Speaking to me that day!#so anyway tldr: yes #i am still taking prompts #for Now #/ask

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anavalancheofstucky · 2 years

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Brooklyn Baby

Hi again! Long time no post! I got the absolute pleasure of participating in the 2022 Shrunkyclunks Big Bang! I had such an incredible time and it truly allowed me to grow as writer. I have been working so hard to get this to y'all since March! I cannot be prouder of what I did, this was only my second fic EVER and it totally surpassed my wildest dreams. Thanks to the user that pointed out that this posted earlier than I meant! My timezone was off here on tumblr, OOPS!

I got the absolute pleasure of working with @buckymilf as my wonderful partner and artist! They produced, not one, not two, but FIVE pieces for my fic! The first one is available to see in the very first chapter! I am just in awe of the time and effort that they put into making my vision come to life!

I would also like to thank @hkandiu as my terrific beta! She was totally the cheerleader I needed and help to fix my MANY silly mistakes! Thank you also to the moderators @shrunkyclunksbang! Without you this Bang would not have existed and I never would have completed a fic for the very first time!

I present to you, Brooklyn Baby! Read it here on AO3!

Rating: Explicit

Categories: M/M, F/M

Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov (minor), Jane Foster/Thor (mentioned)

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Winifred Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Sam Wilson, Brock Rumlow, Helen Cho

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Small amounts of violence, Heat/Mating Cycles, Dady Kink, Fluff, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Bucky Barnes, Stark Industries Engineer Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark is a Good Bro, Falling In Love, Love Confessions, Canon Divergence - Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Captain America: The Winter Soldier Era, Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, True Mates, Insane Amounts of Fluff, SHIELDRA Reveal

Summary:

While cleaning up after the Battle of New York, Captain Steve Rogers found a puppy in a dumpster under some rubble who would eventually become his best pal, Dodger.

One day while walking Dodger appeared to be quite thirsty, maybe he had been pushing Dodger a bit too hard. It was easy to forget that Steve moves faster than the average human and Dodger.

To apologize, the supersoldier said “Oh, are you a thirsty little boy?” to the pup.

To Steve’s surprise, a voice from the patio replied, “I guess I am.”

The supersoldier looked up and saw the most beautiful omega. The omega had long brunet hair that was pulled back in what Natasha referred to as a “man bun.” He was dressed in a band t-shirt for a band the supersoldier didn’t recognize with distressed black jeans and combat boots.

The omega appeared to have just taken a drink from his beer and looked completely horrified. Steve laughed.

That was when Steve met Stark Industries Engineer, Bucky Barnes and his life changed forever. Little did he know that he had found his True Mate. Through the beginnings of a relationship and the reveal of HYDRA within SHIELD, Steve and Bucky navigate what looks like the start of forever.

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totallynotashieldagent · 2 years

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It's A Date

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In hindsight, it was going to catch up with you eventually. You just hadn't expected for it to happen this soon.

You had never been that social with the people you worked with. You believed in keeping your professional and personal lives very extremely separate. That didn't deter some specific people from constantly asking you for drinks and hangouts and movies. At first, you made excuses but after a while, everything was blamed on your non-existent boyfriend. Also, you couldn't stand the one who kept pushing everyone to invite you even when you'd be visibly uncomfortable with it. Goodness, you hated Lauren so much.

However, now, the issue was that because you'd been referring to him and talking about him for months, everyone was curious. The annual Christmas party was coming up and Lauren casually brought it up.

"So, will you be in the city for Christmas?" She sat on the edge of your desk

"Uhh- Yeah," You nodded without paying much attention

"Great!" She jumped off with glee, "All of us are so excited to meet your secret boyfriend,"

"Oh!" You swallowed, "Right- Yeah- Him-"

"You actually have one, right?" She added with a little too much high school bully, "Because it would be absolutely heartbreaking if you've been lying to all of us for months,"

"No, of course not," You huffed a nervous laugh, "Me and my boyfriend are looking forward to the party,"

"We're all looking forward to it," She said softly and walked away

You went back to work to look like it hadn't entirely rattled you up. You had not thought this through and it was now biting you in the ass sooner rather than later.

#eddie brock #venom #reader insert #ao3 #reader #marvel #fluff #fanfic #ao3fic #reader fic #eddie brock x reader #fake date au #who doesn't love fake dates #venom is a little shit #insane amount of fluff #tom hardy

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theladyyavilee · 2 years

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me: *posts fic literally 10 minutes after I finish writing it, less than an hour before the episode, because I couldn’t bear waiting*

also me: *can’t sleep at 7am and starts thinking about how the ending of the fic feels rushed because I WAS feeling rushed and how there is still stuff missing and how people are gonna hate that because I WOULD HATE THAT and has a small breakdown over it*

also also me: *ads another 1.5k scene to her already too long fic FOR REASONS*

(well, I guess I had to put all my gardening knowledge SOMEWHERE after all, huh?)

(also also also, if anyone was ever wondering about the ways in which I am just SO WEIRD, this is one of them 🙃)

#about me #writing is hard #I AM SUCH A MESS #also @everyone who has already read it:#the fic totally works and is complete without the extra scen #but also there is now an extra scene right after the one where buck comes home <3 #for fluff and gardening reasons <3 #also yes maybe just a little bit inspired by the insane amounts off domestic fluff we got IN CANON last night

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audisive · 1 month

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♪ WEST COAST. (💌) – next part

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: soap accidentally finds out about simon's girl.

tags: fluff, romance, simon is a big baby !! let us all accept this fact, soap and his assumptions, uh bad jokes, very rushed fic, crack ?, reader can indeed fix simon

Soap isn't sure when his assumptions started, nor is he sure how it got to Gaz and Price himself.

Maybe it was when he started to notice that Ghost left base whenever he could. (How come ye never leave base? It's a hassle havin' to go back and forth for nothin', Johnny.) Maybe it was the smudged color of red and pink on his balaclava, the lingering perfume on his hoodie, or his new wallet taking the place of one that was once worn out.

"Wha's yer favorite perfume, LT?" "My enemies' sweat and tears."

(It's well-known that despite the fact that Ghost does consider the 141 to be his family, he keeps his personal life very private and away from them. They respect that, in turn, but let's face it, Soap is nosy.)

Really, it was an accident. Soap swears it was!

He just happened to be passing by his lieutenant in the bar where the team had all gone to celebrate a wreck of a mission that they've managed to successfully finish. Truly, it was an accident when his eyes caught a glimpse of Ghost's new wallet, and he really, very much so did not mean to watch a little too long – long enough for it to open and reveal a hefty amount of cash and a small square of colors, barely noticeable.

Soap's feet move before he could quietly search for more.

"Got a new wallet, aye?" He slides beside the taller man smoothly, just as the Brit had grunted out another order of Bourbon. Ghost hums in acknowledgement.

"Y'got a crush on me or somethin', Johnny?"

Soap chuckles even if the other does not. "A just happened tae see it. Fancy little thing."

It doesn't take long before Ghost disappears into the night, but the Scot swears his pace was a bit faster than usual when he left the awfully-smelling bar, and Gaz would be lying if he said he didn't see the little picture of a pretty bird tucked away in his scarily huge lieutenant's wallet.

It's not that Soap often makes bold assumptions about people and their personal lives, not when they're out of reach from him, but can you really blame him for thinking that the words 'Ghost' and 'girlfriend' do not sound right in the same sentence? Would it be considered an assumption this time if he'd seen the photo himself? Surely, his superior isn't some perverted freak who keeps an image of a breathtaking woman he randomly found in his private items. Uh, he hopes not, at least.

"Bullshit!" is what a drunken Soap yells when the Brit nonchalantly discloses to the team, without hesitation, that he is simply not interested in dating. He spills everything he's gathered in the past few months, from the smallest hints to the biggest; the unfamiliar strand of hair on Ghost's hoodie to the wallet from months ago.

"A'm no crazy!" Soap convinces no one as he's ushered back to the barracks for making such an insane assumption about the lieutenant in his unreliable state. Ghost's lips curl up into a smirk against the cold glass of Bourbon in his hand, sat back and relaxed with his legs spread wide.

Call him a big baby (he is) for making a fool out of his sergeant instead of just telling the truth and bragging about his angel to the others, but can you blame him? He just wants to keep you tucked away in his pocket, away from everyone else. What are you talking about, lovie? 'Course 'm not ashamed of you. You're just too pretty for them, is all. Gotta keep m' girl safe, yeah?

Besides, they don't have to know the way Simon melts into the nook of your neck when he gets home from deployment or know that he uses your lavender-scented shampoo. And no, it doesn't matter that Johnny knows. It's his word against the lieutenant's. He spares his LT and turns a blind eye this once.

When the time is right, Simon is sure to properly introduce his heart to his unspoken family. For the time being, he just wants to keep you his pretty little secret.

divider by @cafekitsune !

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