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britneyinthewall · 1 year

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They are not meant to be with each other. They are not the tragic lovers, the soul-bound friends, or the strangers who find meaning. They are a mismatched set of blocks, two puzzles pieces that are not a perfect fit but if you squeeze them together the hold as one piece. They are not the sun and the moon, but two galaxy’s too far away to connect yet one day are bound to crash in to each other and become a monstrous black hole. Their bodies do not match, they don’t compliment the others, they are not the couple made for each other, instead they are the strangers who you are not quite sure are together or not.

He wonders how they began with each other, the memories of each other as children angry blurry memories of the past that hold no real meaning. Their lives grew apart and were suddenly forced back together, but not clause enough to make constancy and instead just the passing of eyes in the paddock. They don’t know each other well, yet their memories are filled with glimpses of the others face, and the whispers of the other voice. They are a clash for forces, a mix of seasons, they don’t create that battle everyone wants to see yet not a battle that is kind enough for the people around them to bare. They put on a front of blind mutual respect in front of the cameras, and behind closed doors they are a bubbling pot of emotions with no one to watch over. They are ghosts in the same house, that no the details of each one’s death so carefully yet when face to face the tales of each other get lost.

They are bad for each other. There are too many secrets locked away, that dare to spill over yet are always held back. They are devout believers in the religion of each other yet can bring themselves to fully believe in what they preach. They carry on the burden of different legacies that push them forwards and chain them down, and their lives were not meant for one another and when the strings of their lives do meet it becomes a tangled mess with no cure. They can’t leave because they will always come back, but staying means to many emotions to be shared. They are friends when they are in the presence of people, they are lovers when they are splayed out on messy sheets for the other to enjoy, they are rivals when the smell of gas and tires fill their lungs, they mold and shape like putty to be anything they believe they can be, yet can never perfectly fit the molds they are given.

Sitting in the silence, he hands clammy against the cool back of the man next to him who is letting out soft breaths as the night carries on, he wonders what they are. He wonders if he should give up his time like this, chasing a feeling that neither of them want, but that both of them crave. They are fighting for the same thing, for the feeling, for the same win, yet he can’t see either of them reaching a place of peace that both do their hearts desire.

Max huffs

He laughs at his own thoughts because he knows what he is saying is true, but yet it feels wrong to believe this of Charles. To think all these thoughts, to connect them as one, as a being that is destroying itself from the inside up, that is tearing it’s own heart in half. He believes it’s wrong because he doesn’t know Charles, because Charles hides behind a crumbling wall of his own feelings that leaves Max out. He feels like he knows Charles, he does know Charles, but yet the thought of them knowing each others deepest feelings makes his stomach turn.

“Max go back to bed”

Charles voice is muffled as is head is pushed into the pillow, and his features are hidden and facing towards the window that lets in beams of moonlight.

Max complies.

#WHAT DID I JUST WRITE #angsty lestappen hours that don’t even make sense #I just wanted to write something slightly tragic but for once not Nico related #they are so important to me #I have also been consuming copious amounts of angsty lestappen content over the past few days that have inspired this #a possible shorty fic maybe?#maybe #let me know how it is because my brain is not working to properly fix whatever the hell this is #lestappen

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sinking-into-mist · 8 months

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I got back to trying to write the Olli/Aleksi fic I mentioned last(?) week, and this is basically how it's going

me: this will be a cute fluffy sfw story

o & a: but what if we kissed... and our hands started to wander... and things got a little heated...

me: sure, a bit of that sounds great 👍 just don't get too carried away!

o & a: *kissing, groaning, neck biting, slight scratching, moaning*

me: okay that's enough! let's go back to the cute fluff and wrap up this fic

o & a: no 😊

me: i won't let you continue. go to bed boys.

o & a: okay!

me: ... wait, i meant, go to bed for some cuddles and sleeping!!

o & a: lol sure 😏 *undressing each other in between heated kisses*

me: i did not see that coming

#characters doing whatever the hell they want is both the best and worst thing about writing #also. the fic i'm writing now is so clumsy but i was like it's just because i haven't written in months and i'm rusty #but last night i took a look at some of the fics i've written earlier and maybe this is just how bad i am at writing 🙈#anyway i still want to get back to writing more because it's lots of fun even if the quality is low #and ofc i have to do nanowrimo also this year so it'd be nice to try to write a few stories before that as warm up #i was thinking of attempting to write a drabble or something for each bc pairing #but actually i might be more tempted to just write some olliallu stories #because i'm in the mood for that and also apparently so far i've written only like 5 olliallu fics and that needs to be fixed #idk we'll see how it goes 🤷‍♀️😅#not that i think anyone cares about my story ramblings considering i haven't even published any fics lol #just felt like rambling anyway 😂#ALSO if someone is planning to do nanowrimo and wants to talk/rant/panic about it hmu

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slimslamflimflam · 1 month

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Just found out if I stop stressing about “good” writing the fic will actually get written 27,000 dead 572,027,728 injured

#I HAVE NO MOUTH AND I MUST SCREAM !!#fr tho……. waiting for ao3 invite patiently……. and also staring at chapter…….#the bare bones is there it has a few things there i just need to actually finish the draft and then go over and then fix it up #AND WE’RE GOOD #also…… maybe might actually toy with the idea of mock up posters for each chapter especially since #i want each chapter to be pretty long minus the prologue and epilogue #so it’ll both be a nice reprieve from writing and will give me plenty of time to finish each one to be able to post them alongside each #chapter’s release #it also helps further hone my drawing skills especially if i go outside my comfort zone which I’ll have to for certain posters #so yippee i think!!#btw when i do get the invite regardless of whether i have anything posted or not i’ll be sure to link it here just in case anyone wants it #but do be sure to keep an eye out for the fic dropping………. i’m hoping by the end of the week?

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jellyfishloveletterghosts · 1 month

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I'm having real trouble motivating myself to edit stuff. Like I managed to get myself to do the new chapter of I'd Sell My Soul but fuck everything else and there's a lot. Normally I can get myself to edit but every time I try it goes the same way as reading a lot of time. I'm just like that's time I could be writing.

#Like I want to share with the few people who actually interact with my stuff but also it takes so much more effort than I can muster.#i shall just continue hording until I can make myself care to edit again I guess. but i'll try and keep I'd sell my soul on the schedule #Today instead of editing I finished up two fix I'd had sitting around and maybe finished another base on a tag fic #that one is maybe because I don't love where I ended it so I might add another scene.#personaljelly

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kakusu-shipping · 6 months

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Heartbeat

Mountain's Peak (Part 1) - Nepal Sanctum (Part 2) - Talk it out (Part 3) - The Fight (Part 4)

Here's hoping this is the last bit of Delinquent Zenyatta we'll be seeing for a while!! Thank you for reading!!

In which the heart is moved

Zenyatta had never understood the term "his heart sank". The human heart is a very vital organ that rhythmically pumps oxygen rich blood throughout the human body. It does not "sink", any movement from it's cadge in the chest would be catastrophic for the human in question.

He'd never understood.

A minor concussion, major whiplash, two broken ribs, three more cracked, a dislocated shoulder, a minor wrist fracture, a twisted ankle, and mild frost bite.

That was Emile's diagnosis.

Zenyatta stared passed Mondatta into the human's room, warmth rushing out from the lit fireplace. Emile lay unconscious on a makeshift bed he'd been using now for 3 months, just a pile of hay for a mattress and spare robes for blankets on the stone flooring of Mondatta's home.

"Zenyatta." Master Mondatta's voice brought Zen back from his thoughts. He stared up at his brother who stood before him and the resting human.

"Is-"

"He will be alright." Mondatta assured, "Sister Reya has tended to him the best she can, now he must rest."

Zenyatta gave another glance to the human, Emile, small as he was, bruised black and blue. He looked like a corpse. The grip Zenyatta had on Emile's broken glasses tightened.

"Emile tells me the two of you were sparring," Zenyatta flinched, and prepared for the worse. Exile, he assumed, forced out the monastery and onto the human filled streets of the outside world. He would need to sneak away in the dead of night, or Ramattra would surely follow him. "when he slipped and fell down the stairs."

That.. confused Zenyatta. That was not what had happened at all, had it? They had sparred, Zenyatta had laid his hand upon Emile until he could stand no longer.. correct...? Why would the human... lie..?

"Is this true, Brother Zenyatta?" Mondatta asked genuinely. He believed the human's words, or at least was willing to believe them if this was the truth he was willing to bare with.

Zenyatta hesitated, the glasses in his hand made a faint crunch as what little remained of the lenses fell out.

"...no.. Master Mondatta... That is.. Not what happened.."

"I see," Mondatta cupped Zenyatta's shaking hands in his own, leaning down ever so slightly to be on level with his shorter brother, "Perhaps you can tell me the truth of the events over tea?"

It was warm.. so warm... A soft chime played in the left corner, soft and mournful, a lullaby for someone no longer here..

Emile's eyes cracked open to see the now familiar blurry ceiling of his bedroom in Master Mondatta's home, the soft crackle of the fire by his feet much louder than is usually once when he'd first wake up.

Emile turned to reach for his glasses, which he'd always rested on his left side. His entire body ached at the motion, which turned out to be fruitless as his hand came to find nothing.

"Looking for these?" A voice asked, a metallic hand out stretched and slid Emile's glasses onto his face, "You have impeccable timing as always, human, I just finished repairing them."

"Zenyatta...?" Emile's eyes widened behind his cracked glasses, the Omnic in question sat in a meditative position in the opposite corner of the small room. He couldn't believe his eyes at first, assuming it some sort of dream that the monk who'd hated him most of all would pay him a visit during recovery.

Zenyatta wordlessly assisted Emile as he raised himself off the ground, leaning him against the back wall of the room, as the human racked over possible reasons Zenyatta would have to visit him.

Emile's eyes filled with tears as he came to his conclusion. He'd lost. He challenged Zenyatta and lost and had to fulfill what he'd promised to do. He had to leave.

Tears flowed down the human's face, which wasn't unusual for this particular human, but was still rather startling, "Wh-why are you crying? Are you in pain?"

Zenyatta started to get up to go get Master Mondatta when Emile responded, "I-I'm sorry- I-I said I'd leave when I lost bu-but- I-I can barely sit u-up right now-" He hiccuped and rubbed at his eyes with his one good arm, "I-I'll leave, li-like I said, as soon as I can sta-and I promise,"

Zenyatta suddenly understood the term "his heart sank"

Zenyatta grabbed the human's cheeks, they were so hot, wet with heavy tears, soft and round and so very human.

"You won."

"I- h-huh..?"

"I... Forfeited. Just before you passed out. I lost. You won." His thumb ran gently against the under side of the human's eye, brushing away another tear before it fell, "so.. no more tears.. you may stay.."

Emile breath hitched, his entire body was shaking, the news hadn't sunk in yet. He reached to put his hand on Zenyatta's, only to flinch in hesitation just as his skin brushed Zenyatta's arm. "I-I- I'm sorry-"

"It is alright." Zenyatta kept his hands firm, pushing the human's cheeks together slightly with his force, "You will not hurt me..."

Emile gripped onto Zenyatta and sobbed into his chest. More tears, wet and salty and thick drained from the human's eyes. He was so warm. Had humans always been this warm? Zenyatta wrapped his arms around Emile and held him securely to himself.

"Did you know," Emile spoke as he wove red thread together on his lap, "You make a little chime tune when you meditate?"

Zenyatta looked up from his own work, a basket, and tilted his head, "A tune? Surely I would hear it if I did."

"That's what I thought too!" Emile shifted to turn to face Zenyatta, letting his legs hang over the edge of his bed, "But I caught Master Mondatta doing it the other day and asked him about it, and he had no clue what I was talking about!"

"So.. What, we make music only humans can hear while we meditate? That seems unlikely. Perhaps there is something loose in your head Reya did not pick up on the first time."

Zenyatta stood from his seated position on the floor and cupped Emile's face, rattling his head gently to emphasis his point.

Emile laughed, placing his hands over Zenyatta's, his left wrist still tightly bandaged from their spar three weeks ago. He'd been recovering well, both of them had.

"I'm serious! When we all get together for Meditation in the evening it's like a symphony! I can't believe you don't notice."

"Perhaps because I am busy meditating," Zenyatta pinched and pulled at Emile's cheek, "unlike some little human I know~"

"Oooow!! I meditate!!" Emile pushed at Zenyatta's head in a weak attempt of prying the Omnic off him. Instead Zenyatta doubled down and pinched the other cheek, pulling them both.

"Ah yes now I know the 'Chime' you are talking about, you do it too. It's called snoring."

"Aaaaaaaugh Uncle!! Uncle I tap!! I give!!!" Emile flailed until Zenyatta finally released him with a chuckle.

His laugh made Emile's heart soar and a flush rise to his cheeks, which were already red from Zenyatta's previous assault.

"Brother Zenyatta." Mondatta's voice came with a light knock to Emile's door frame, "You are playing nice with Brother Emile, yes? He is still in recovery you know."

Zenyatta flinched and spun to face Mondatta, plopping himself on the bed next to Emile before wrapping his arm around him, "Yes yes! Gentle as ever, Master!" He waved his hands as a show of innocence.

Mondatta gave a glance over the scene, before picking up Zenyatta's discarded half finished wicker basket with a soft hum. "Good then, though I hope all this playing is not getting in the way of your chores." He extended the basket to Zenyatta, who too it sheepishly.

"My apologizes, Master Mondatta.." Zenyatta held back from pinching Emile's squishy cheeks once more upon hearing the human giggle at his scolding.

Mondatta found himself admiring the quickly closing gap between his siblings. How fast they'd gone from hatred glances to sitting hip to hip. He still wasn't sure how they'd come to this, but he was happy non the less.

With a hum Mondatta motioned for the two to come stand, "Well then, if you two are ready, Ramattra is already outside awaiting us to head to evening meditation."

Zenyatta stood quickly and started to pull Emile up with him, but the human waved him off, "Go on ahead of me, I'll catch up."

Despite the quick relations Emile had formed with Zenyatta, he could tell Ramattra was still holding a distance, one he attempted to cover with a high voice and faked laughs. As much as he enjoyed Zenyatta's company, he wanted to give the monk time with Ramattra as well.

"Are you certain?" Zenyatta asked, "It's no trouble."

"I know. I'm fine, go on."

Zenyatta hesitated for a moment longer, then nodded and quickly was out of the room.

Mondatta watched his brother go before offering his arm to Emile, which the human took and pulled himself from the bed on wobbly legs. His ankle was still wrapped and stung when he'd put his weight on to it, and his chest still ached when he breathed too deeply, making meditation rather exhausting, and his wrist still occasionally seized in pain. All part of the healing process.

Still, Mondatta noticed the way his student would flinch upon stepping, or when he'd grab something with his left hand without thinking. He hated to see his siblings in pain...

Emile smiled up at Mondatta, "Shall we get going? Wouldn't want to be late."

Mondatta looked over his student once more, cheeks flushed red, glasses broken, old bruises littering his exposed skin turning green and yellow, wrapped in patchy bandaging. He wondered to himself if it was right to allow him to stay..

And then he remembered the laughing he'd heard from down the hall, a mix of human and omnic, joyfully playing together with nary a care in the world

Mondatta pulled Emile's robe up snugger on his shoulder, adjusting his clothes for a moment to be sure they kept him warm. He belonged here, same as all of Mondatta's other siblings, because he too was in tune with the iris.

"...Perhaps you should put on a few more layers first"

#Emile's Writing #AUGH THIS IS CHOPPY THIS IS CHOPPY!!!!#It my own fault I wrote this one in parts inbetween running around all day #My phone stopped working!!! And I can't get it seen by someone until MONDAY #And if they can't fix it I'll have to get a new phone aaaaaaugh.....#No more cellular device for me I'm getting a tablet next...#IPads can make calls and texts and still have the button so just give me one of those #I carry a big ass bag with me everywhere anyway it'll be fine #Sorry off topic #Next we start working on softening Ramattra who has SEVERAL walls up for probably Very Good Reason #But now that Zen's on my side it shouldn't be too hard #I also wanna clean up a few Dragon and Fox B-Sides at some point though they're a lotta nothing #As most of my writing usually is #This series is the exempt from that stuff happens in these fics #Just... Very... sparatically #Thankyou for reading as always #I dunno when the next one will be because I'm drawing a bit of a blank atm #I'm gonna sit on Ramattra thoughts and come back at some point tho #Maybe write some X Readers in the midterm.. We'll see!

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purrincess-chat · 7 months

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I have written like zero words all year, and I've only loosely been plotting a few different projects here and there. But when I tell you no one inspires me like Taylor Swift, I mean that I've already plotted fics for each era I listed for the love square eras event so no matter which era I get I'm prepared to the extent of picking specific songs and quotes to encapsulate throughout the stories. I'm pumped.

#cat speaks #cats taylor swift agenda #i have been soft plotting like 3 different fics this year tho #been organizing my thoughts and just letting my brainworm run on that zelink fic for months #still plotting my secret ml project #and trying to fix my ladrien not so enemies au outline #bc i broke it trying to fix the ending #which i still havent fixed yet #so thats why that one is on hold #maybe ill work on editing a fic before the eras event starts #been itching to fix a few stories

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httpiastri · 10 months

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Hi! I just read let's knock everyone's hats off and i loved it ❤️ just as someone who identifies as non binary, i just wanted to let you know that reader is described as daniel's girlfriend which is fine but the title saying it was a gender neutral reader, it caught me off guard so i was wondering if you could change it to fem!reader? I don't mean to be rude or cause harm and I really hope you won't read it like that because it isn't my intention at all, it's just a bit discouraging to think that i finally found a gender neutral fic for my fav driver and then to realize that it isn't really a gender neutral fic 😅 again I don't want to upset you or anything I just thought I'd let you know but you're of course free to delete this, I really hope you won't be offended, I assure it isn't my goal. Also sorry if english is a bit off, it isn't my first language 😭 anyway i did enjoy your writing and I hope you'll keep on writing, it was great ❤️

hello! thank you for your message. i’d like to say that i am really sorry for my mistake. i was really tired when i posted the danny blurb yesterday, and i had no energy to even come up with a title nor a summary (it still has no summary…..), so when i was gonna write the genre, pairing and such i just copied the one from another blurb. i must’ve forgotten in the moment that i had mentioned the reader as his girlfriend, so i just didn’t change it… you’re not rude or offensive or anything (and your english is great, don’t worry about it!), thank you pointing out the mistake so that i could fix it. again, i apologize!

thank you for your sweet words, hope you have a great day ❤️

#im sometimes so lazy when it comes to the summary and all that stuff…. like once I’m done with something I just wanna publish it and #be done with it already #a few days ago I posted something here and just copied the genre and pairing and all that stuff from another fic #and I didn’t realize until the day after that I didn’t change the driver 🫣#so it was like a lando fic but the pairing said reader x oscar #or the other way around #to be really honest I’m super thankful for asks like these because instead of just letting me have a mistake out in public #these asks make you see the problem and then you can fix them #like when I look back at a story and see how i have used a word really wrong or if there’s one sentence with completely messed up grammar #then I kinda wish that someone had pointed it out to me so not too many people would’ve seen it and laughed at me #do u get what I mean? maybe? idk #or maybe i should just put my stuff through Grammarly….. would make sense #anyways #i’m sorry :( and thank you!!#anon!#asks!

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ghostbur-daily · 2 years

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are you guys gonna be continuing the blog past the ending? I'm hoping so but i've seen a lot of people leaving

SKSKSK hi, mod Jade, the owner, my brain will not leave this man if I tried. I’ve been watching Wilbur Soot for over a year now (January 2021) and I’ve always loved my blorbo, Ghostbur.

I started this blog because I KNEW I’d be in this fandom for another year, even when the lore was dead, because i made this in the middle of a low point, I was expecting the dsmp to end with nothing more

So I don’t care if everything ends, even if we weren’t getting a volume two, I love this place and it’s gonna take a lot more than a different story to get me to stop drawing

#like MAYBE my interest in Ghostbur will stop #that’s not going to be for another few months at least #but when that does happen I’ve always been in the Minecraft area #I’ll probably just move onto Scott Smajor or ranboo again or someone in vol 2 #I’ve been in dead fandoms before I don’t mind being my own little art echo chamber #i draw Ghostbur the dead man that not many people care about anymore #the creators and fandom leaving isn’t gonna do shit to my interest #not Ghostbur #I’m actually really excited for the ending because of the fix it fics that will come of it #if anything the ending will just set me up to do what I want with Ghostbur’s story #I’ve already got ideas going

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jellicle-chants · 2 years

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boy i really need to write something about tecklenburg's reimagining of the growltiger song. the fact that griddlebone is not only portrayed by an asian actress (shout out to leah delos santos, one of my all-time favorite jellylorum portrayals of all time!) but is also implied to be a siamese cat, combined with her and growltiger actually having a loving relationship instead of the usual bitterness between them? keeps me up at night.

#cats the musical #cate talks cats #growltiger #jellylorum #gus the theatre cat #like growltiger sucks don't get me wrong #it's definitely still got its racist parts but we can fix that #and/or pretend that the people behind it didn't fall flat on their faces when it came to that part #(putting the racist caricature costumes behind a sheet doesn't make it better y'all)#but jelly and gus' dynamic is so interesting in this show in particular #one of the few times i would consider shipping them romantically #anyway i could go on and on about these two but i'll save it for a fic sometime maybe

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mochiwrites · 1 year

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aaaaaaaaa gonna scream bc I was chock full of motivation for writing earlier this morning and then I had class :<

#momo rambles #was also a fucking clown #and started comparing my works and myself to other people #Again.#man fuck numbers #this is just gonna be a never ending battle huh #I keep telling myself to like. hold out until january ends #bc I'm wondering if all this low engagement stuff is the same thing that goes on with content creators in january #and I want to see if my theory is right #maybe I'm just grasping at straws idk #but ngl???#posting a fic every few days and then hardly getting anything back is wrecking me rn #again sorry I keep posting about this #but there's no real way of fixing the problem from my end #and thus this will continue to give me issues #so. sighs #I really miss getting essays about stuff I wrote #and comments in general #I like talking to people about the things I write #maybe the time is just inconvenient like I think it is #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #my brain keeps telling me to give up on writing #and I don't want to #but god is it tempting #delete later

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fceriestcrdst · 2 years

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the sudden exhaustion of being told i don't have plans has hit...like a truck

#idk maybe its bc ive been up since 4am #or the weather or bc my teeth & mouth hurt again #idk #maybe in still having a flare from the cfs im positive i have #idkidk #im just tired & wish i could write full fics again #maybe i'll see if i can just not go anywhere for a few days #maybe that'll fix me. maybe #or #is it depression. has that mean bitch come back after fucking off for 6 months?#who knows. i sure hope not because now is not the time for her #ive been doing so well---though to be fair. i am actively watching my dog fade away #so that could also be a factor #ive also given myself a fucking earache from grinding my teeth so much today #idk. i keep trying to think up comfort scenarios & they all go from normal to awful #do my friends hate me or do i just need to go to sleep? who knows. idk what's happening currently #its very annoying & im sorry i keep being so fucking whiny & sad on main #im just over exhausted + my dog + my country wants me dead + everything else #kit releases his feelings

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audisive · 25 days

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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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