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soaps-hoe-141 · 1 year

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Back Together

To everyone that has liked and reblogged and followed up to this point I truly love you. I've never done this before and certainly never posted any fanfic before so all the love has made me so happy. I've been smiling like an absolute idiot the past five days now, thank you everyone.

Part 5

Pairing: Soap x Ghost

WC: 3.6k

Synopsis: Sad boi hours inbound but it's ok we can fix him

Warnings: Self harm, parents that don't know when to shut up, general blood and gore descriptions

It had been a week since the team had been given approval to leave the base, two days after the Captain had run them all near to death for the stunt they had pulled. At least Price had somehow gotten the whole issue with Konig squared away though none of them really knew how he had done it. The Captain had told them they could go do whatever it was that they wanted and they’d meet back on base in a week. It was a leave that they were given freely and that they were more than happy to take, it wasn’t often that you got a week off to go home and relax. But by the time midweek arrived the 141 group chat was lighting up with everyone except for the man who typically ran their conversations. They were all chomping at the bit except for Soap, the Scotsman was abnormally absent. As per tradition when coming off leave, sunday night the guys had met at the bar that was equidistant from all of their apartments but Soap never showed up and they didn’t stick around long after that. The smiling, good-natured Scotsman was the glue of their little family, he steered most of their conversations, he always made sure to engage them all in something they enjoyed talking about, and he was always prepared to give them a quick laugh. Without him the conversations were empty, boring, and the laughs were absent.

As Monday morning rolled around and they were set to meet at 0700 they were all a little worried that Soap wasn’t there by 06:30. Typically he was ready to go thirty minutes before they were supposed to be, the only person who ever showed up before him was the Captain but even that was only a few minutes before. Gaz was the only one who ever showed up chronically late and even he was there by 06:50. At 06:58 they spotted a disheveled Sergeant MacTavish sprinting around the corner of a building. His mohawk was in dire need of a fresh cut, his beard was in no better shape, he was pulling down the hem of his shirt like he was only just now putting it on, and he was holding one shoe in his hand the other which was at least on his foot but had yet to even be tied. He sprinted over to the group, already huffing in air even though workouts hadn’t even started yet. They all watched as Soap stopped a few yards away to pull his shoe on and then lace the both of them. When he was done he joined them, and they all expected something from him, anything really would have done but he stayed awkwardly quiet as they all looked at him. The Captain gave him a narrow eyed look before asking slowly, “You ok, Soap?”

The Sergeant gave a quick nod, “I’m fine, sir.” The reply was short and terse, their good-natured Scotsman sounded more like Ghost right now than any of them were comfortable with, especially Ghost. But every single man there was afraid to press those buttons, to ask him what was really wrong. He didn’t even come equipped with his usually beaming smile, he was devoid of a smile altogether.

Instead of pressing it further though the Captain simply nodded, continuing to watch him for a few more seconds as Soap stared past him seemingly lost in thought now. “Come on boys, we’re only doing five kilometers today and then some sparring later.” Quick yes sirs from all of them and the four men took off, matching Price’s pace as they ran in sync.

Gaz was beside Price in the front with Soap and Ghost paired up a pace behind. They were halfway into the run, Ghost occasionally flicking his eyes to Soap who typically would have been cracking jokes and keeping subdued smiles on their faces through the whole run by now but this time he stayed eerily quiet. The Lieutenant said quietly, “Missed you at the bar last night.”

Blue eyes slid slowly to find Ghost to his right before Soap answered, “Sorry Lieutenant. I was busy.” Again the terse response drew out a narrow eyed look and the sound of his full rank coming out of Soap’s mouth quite nearly made Ghost flinch, Gaz was glancing back at him now as he listened and Price looking to Gaz for some kind of answer. Typically Soap would have found the staring uncomfortable, he had no problem with being the center of attention but having three men staring you down like you had shit on your face was cause to squirm. Usually anyway. Instead Soap’s mind was lightyears away, the man was running on autopilot and his communications systems had shut down leaving room for only two to three words per sentence if he could even manage that.

The fear to press those buttons and dig deeper to pull him out of his mind was still glaringly present though. Pushing yourself into a soldier’s mind was a dangerous thing, if you cracked those carefully constructed walls that allowed them to forget they might never recover. But Soap had been fine coming out of the mission, he had not seemed the least bit upset once they had gotten out of the desert. He had been tired of course but it wasn’t unusual for him to sleep so long after missions, it was part of his process and they had all seen it at work many times following their more physically taxing missions, everyone had their ways of dealing with things. But this facade, this mask that Soap had donned was nothing any of them had witnessed before. There had never been a time the Scotsman was unwilling to talk and smile and crack jokes, he had been hesitant on occasion but never just completely absent from their conversations.

The run seemed to take hours without the talking, weighing on all of them now as they all laced their fingers behind their heads. Except for Soap who crossed his arms over his chest and waited quietly for whatever the next order would be. The man wasn’t even breathing all that hard, he seemed mostly indifferent to it all now. Price beckoned them all to follow and so they did, heading inside the mostly empty gym and to a sparring mat on the floor. Price looked at Soap and beckoned him forward with a finger, watching the Scotsman step onto the mat. The Captain gestured for Gaz next and the other Sergeant did so as well. Finally Price said, “Alright go for it.”

The speed at which Soap attacked first was blinding, he was a shorter and stockier man than the others but most of his strengths still lied, well in his strength. He was well built with corded muscle across his body. None of them had seen that kind of speed from him before today, and especially not the aggressiveness in every strike he threw. Soap’s punches were barely blocked by Gaz, and when Gaz was so preoccupied with keeping a punch off he didn’t expect the strong arms to lock around his body, his grip seemed to be made of iron then as Soap threw Gaz over his head. The other Sergeant was thoroughly winded but it wasn’t over yet. Soap was quick to stand watching as Gaz tried to as well before his arms locked around Gaz’s neck in a chokehold. The man was like a snake when he got Gaz to a knee. His legs wrapped around Gaz’s ribs forcing the winded Sergeant to fall backwards. Soap’s back hit the ground but his grip stayed iron clad around Gaz’s neck. Every time the man let out a breath the hold tightened even more, Soap’s thighs like a crushing weight around the other man’s ribs. He couldn’t break the hold and finally Price called it, the Scotsman immediately let go as Gaz tried to catch his breath while laying back on Soap’s stomach, arms weak for a few seconds while his brain recouped the oxygen he had lost.

The Captain helped Gaz up then, glancing over as Ghost offered Soap a hand up. At least he took it, there was no malice in his actions or at least none that anyone else could see. It was simply a means to an end, the quickest and easiest way for him to end the sparring match. Soap wasn’t even looking at any of them anymore, his eyes had drifted to the far wall, his mind back in a loitering pattern until he was given another order. They didn’t spar much longer after that though before Price let them go to do whatever they wanted. Soap slowly made his way to the punching bags as he left the group behind, Ghost quietly following him as stealthy as he always was.

Soap didn’t bother with wrapping his hands up, that would take time and energy that wasn’t needed. Besides he could hear that voice in the back of his mind now since Price wasn’t there to fill the silence, it told him that he deserved it, that he deserved the pain and if he hurt his hands it was a just payment to stop the exhaustion and pain of his mind at least for a short time. The punches started out slow, controlled, and part of a pattern but it soon degraded. That was when the hits sped up, his fists connecting with more and more power and less downtime. The pain built with each strike and shut his thoughts up, closing his mind down for longer and longer as the pain increased. His fist connected and searing pain rushed through him. It lit his brain up with something other than the degrading thoughts he had been plagued with since he went to see his family on leave. The pain itself was a relief, a way to keep himself from losing his mind when the degradation became too much.

Soap’s mind was only on the punching bag and the relief it brought until he pulled back his arm about to strike even harder when a hand caught the inside of his elbow ripping away his momentum. The Sergeant seemed to be pulled out of the smoke then, looking around with an expression other than neutral for the first time that day. Confusion was written on his face as he followed the arm attached to the gloved hand all the way up to Ghost’s masked face. The Lieutenant stared at him for a few moments before asking, “What the hell is wrong with you, Johnny?” It wasn’t accusing as he had expected, it was worry stamped into his tone wanting to know what could possibly have happened to make Soap do this to himself.

Blood decorated his knuckles, his fingers already bruising and the pain lingered now for much too long despite the relief it was still bringing his tortured mind. “N-Nothing Lieutenant, I’m fine.” Ghost’s eyes widened and he could see his eyebrows raise even through the mask. Before he said anything more though Ghost glanced about the gym, taking note of the people before he jerked his head in a beckoning gesture and brought Soap along with him.

They exited the gym into the mostly empty parking lot, the only ears though were those of the sleeping cars. They moved through the parking lot until they made it to Ghost’s truck, black just like everything else he owned. He turned on the Sergeant then, eyes much more harsh now, “You are not fine, Soap. What’s wrong?”

Soap looked past the balaclava then and to the grassy bank behind him until he shifted his head to find Soap’s gaze once more, a look of expectancy written there. “I don’t know what you want me to say Lieutenant, but I’m fine.”

“Someone who is fine does not do this to themselves, Johnny,” Ghost reached down grabbing Soap’s wrist and pulling it up to show the Sergeant the damage he had caused.

“I didn’t- I don’t know- I didn’t have any-” his mind was faltering now. Seeming to short circuit as he tried to produce a sentence to explain away the bloody knuckles and the fiery pain there. He couldn’t though, he had been running on autopilot for too long now and his mind had seemingly forgotten how to speak. The exhaustion that had been hidden behind a careful mask was suddenly too visible in his eyes and the lines of his face. A wince of pain found his features as the pain in his hands finally registered as what it really was instead of the relief he had been imagining.

Ghost was watching him with a hard look that seemed to soften with every failed attempt to start a sentence. He shook his head, staring hard at the shorter man before he said, “Stop.” It was a simple order that the Scotsman followed easily enough. The tall man was still holding Soap’s wrist when he instructed, “Deep breath in Johnny,” Soap followed the order again holding his breath until Ghost said, “And then let it out.” He waited, letting Soap copy him a few more times before asking again, “Now, what is wrong Johnny?”

“Lieutenant-”

Ghost cut him off before he even got another word out, “And stop calling me that or are we being more formal because I can always call you Sergeant MacTavish if you want.”

“No, I’m sorry Ghost it’s just been. Well it has been a long week.” Soap sighed, reaching up with his free hand to rub at his forehead a bit, flinching away from the contact immediately when the pain flared in his hands.

“I’m listening,” Ghost leaned against the side of the truck watching Soap as he sorted through his mind trying to figure out where to begin.

Surprisingly it didn’t even start on the mission like Ghost had been afraid it would. “I went to see my family on leave, stayed with my parents and stuff. I shouldn’t have done it, I love them Ghost I do I swear it, but sometimes they just know right where to stick me. Kept asking me about work and then couldn’t understand why I couldn’t tell them. Mom was asking me why I wasn’t married yet, didn’t have any grandkids to bring home to her, not even so much as a girl I was dating, even more so than usual. Said I should be settling down like-like-like my brother or somethin. And my dad, well he’s my bloody father so everything was ‘Did you move out of that shitty apartment yet, John?’ ‘Got a house yet, John?’ ‘At least tell me you aren’t going to be driving that piece of shite car you’ve had since you were sixteen for much longer.’ ‘Oh John, you should look into the private sector, the pay is ten times what you’re making now.’ He just wouldn’t shut up about the whole bloody thing, Ghost. And then mom brought over fuckin Penny from down the road like I haven’t known her my whole feckin’ life. Chan eil fios agam dè bha i an dùil, ach thuirt mi ri Penny nach robh ùidh agam agus thug mama dìreach air ais mi gu leanabh beag.” He had switched to Gaelic without even realizing it, his anger pouring out like a faucet now that Ghost had unclogged the pipes. His rant continued for nearly five minutes with the Scotsman not even realizing he was telling Ghost every little detail of the week long leave and every thing that went wrong, and he said every bit of it in Gaelic so that Ghost had no idea what the hell he was really even saying. The tall man just kept leaning against the truck though, nodding along like he understood everything, his arms crossed over his chest while Soap paced back and forth two paces one way and two paces the other nearly shouting a couple times.

By the time he finished he was nearly out of breath and Ghost waited a moment to see if he had anything more to say. When it was obvious he wasn't going to say anymore Ghost asked, “So that’s why you didn’t come to the bar last night? And why you’ve been ignoring the group text?” Soap’s eyes shot up from where he had been looking at the lines on the ground then before darting away with a slow shake of his head. “Well why didn’t you show up then? You started the tradition, it's only right that you’re there.”

Soap hesitated then before he looked down with a little shrug and muttered, “I didn’t think you wanted me to be there.”

Ghost gave him another hard eyed stare that had Soap looking back to the grassy bank behind Ghost again. Until Ghost reached a hand up to the unshaven jaw moving Soap’s eyes back to his own. “Why would you ever think we don’t want you there? We only ever show up because of you Soap. Without you there isn’t really much reason for us to be there.”

Soap looked at his reflection in the shining paint of the black truck before he answered, “I don’t know. I guess my parents just got in my head. I tried to tell them more than once that I was happy, I have you guys and you are my family, but they just kept telling me I was putting too much into it. And you know maybe they’re right, I mean I’m loud, annoying, I say stupid shite all the time, there isn’t really much I bring to the team except for the occasional good shot. I mean I-” The air smacked out of his lungs as Ghost pulled him forward with a jerk, his arms squeezing tight around his ribs and very nearly strangling him with the force of the hug. It was surprising and warm and just what he needed when all he could think about was every stupid thing he had ever done or said or every time he had ever screwed up. The Sergeant returned the hug then, feeling himself melt against the Lieutenant. Before he even knew he was doing it his eyes dripped with tears, and Ghost was content to hold him there when Soap’s face pressed into his shoulder to hide what he could no longer control. It nearly made the big man cry too, feeling Soap’s body jerk with sharp inhales as he tried his best to hide the quiet sobbing. It was a sadness Soap had never dealt with before. Typically he had just let it run its course, accepting he would feel like shit for however long it took until his mind righted itself. But to acknowledge those thoughts and those feelings, well it was more than he knew how to process especially when Ghost was sitting here in the middle of a nearly empty parking lot holding him tight like he would break apart if he ever let go.

The time was lost on him while Ghost felt every second, letting Soap feel the emotions he had never allowed himself to. Slowly he pulled away, Ghost’s hold on him loosening until Soap backed up leaning back to find the truck with a hand and turning his face away immediately so Ghost couldn’t see the tears. They had soaked his shoulder until he could feel it through his shirt but somehow it felt more demeaning, made him feel like a weak child, if he let the other man see that. He gave a soft chuckle and shook his head, “Sorry about that Lt. I didn’t mean to spring that on you. Like I said, it was a long week.”

Ghost watched him for a moment and Soap’s face burned as the gaze bore into him. “Don’t be sorry, it’s fine.” He watched Soap nod but still the shorter man refused to look back at him, instead staring at the door of the gym as if waiting for someone to exit.

The blue eyed man wiped his face quickly giving Ghost a quick smile, it still didn’t reach his eyes but it was a smile at least, an attempt. “I should go, Ghost. I need to get out of here, you know?”

The tall man nodded, hands shoving into his pockets before he gestured to his truck with his chin, “Get in, I’ll give you a ride.” He pulled his keys out, both listening as the doors unlocked.

Soap turned a confused glance towards him, “No you don’t have to do that. My car’s here, and you’ve got things to do today. I’ve got it Ghost.”

The Lieutenant who had already opened his door and was about to get in turned his head quickly back towards Soap as if the man had just insulted him. “You shouldn’t be alone right now. I’ll pick you up tomorrow on the way over here, we have to be here at the same time anyway. Get in.” He pointed to the passenger side then, waiting until Soap moved before the big man climbed inside as well.

Soap turned to look at the old car he had, had since he was a teenager and sighed before he nodded and moved around the truck to get in. “Do you mind if we stop at the market? I don’t have anything for this at home.” The Scotsman held up his bruised and bloody hands. Ghost’s eyes stared at them a bit too long before he reached behind him and pulled out a medkit like the ones they brought with them on missions. He let it drop into Soap’s lap and they were rolling out of the parking lot as the Sergeant stared down at the kit with a smile on his face. You could always count on Ghost to be prepared right?

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torturedpoetskywalker · 1 year

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Multiamory March already ended and I’m a little late for this but I decided to post today a masterlist of all the polyamorous fanfics I’ve posted through march. I hope you guys appreciate my work!

IAMMYOWNSAVIOUR MASTERLIST

STAR WARS

a life worth living | Poe Dameron/Finn/Rey | 100 wc

Finn and Poe go with Rey to Tatooine.

what a tragedy our love is, but it's such a beautiful tragedy | Padmé Amidala/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker | 370 wc

He didn't know how or why, but somehow Obi-Wan always ended up finding them. It was like a Force connecting his life to the lives of Anakin and Padmé.

the two of you are all I need | Poe Dameron/Finn/Rey | 100 wc

Prompt: Poe's grown up used to four-person marriages. Rey and Finn know nothing about moiety and don't really get why being a triad makes Poe twitchy sometimes. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

A Handmaiden’s Touch to Heaven | Padmé Amidala/Cordé/Dormé/Sabé | 100 wc

Padmé favorite nights are the ones she spends with her handmaidens all together in the same bed. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

Becoming a Handmaiden | Padmé Amidala/Sabé/Fem!Anakin Skywalker | 100 wc

The royal makeup is designed only for the Queen and Handmaidens of Naboo, but Padmé considered Anakin just as much a handmaiden as her others. Fanfic’s Tumblr Post

HARRY POTTER

just take the medicine, ron! | Hermione Granger/Harry Potter/Ron Weasley | 100 wc

Harry and Hermione take care of a sick Ron.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON (2022)

the most irresponsible dog owners | Aemond “One-Eye” Targaryen/Rhaena Targaryen (Daughter of Daemon)/Lucerys Velaryon (Son of Rhaenyra) | 169 wc

Since she was a little girl, Rhaena always wanted a dog. That's why she was so supportive when Aemond and Luke decided to adopt Vhagar and Arrax, she just didn't expect they'd be the most irresponsible dog owners.

WEDNESDAY (2022)

our very own addams | Xavier Thorpe/Wednesday Addams/Bianca Barclay | 153 wc

"You don't know Wednesday's family, B. They take these games way too seriously." She laughs at Xavier like he's overreacting. "I'm not joking, they're crazy. If someone doesn't die today then it's not really an Addams sunday of games."

EMILY IN PARIS (2020)

mon coeur | Camille/Emily Cooper/Gabriel | 155 wc

"I think there's no easy way to tell you, but you literally just said my horn."

CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA (2018)

the only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you | Caliban/Sabrina Spellman/Prudence Night | 143 wc

There's some advantages on dating the Rulers of Hell. Prudence could go there anytime she wanted, and if Sabrina Morningstar asked she would never leave.

ATYPICAL (2017)

the goods and bads of sharing the same girlfriend | Evan Chapin/Casey Gardner/Izzie Taylor, Evan Chapin & Izzie Taylor | 294 wc

Evan and Izzie have a talk in the middle of the night about their relationship with Casey.

FROM DUSK TILL DAWN: THE SERIES

being a gecko is not that bad | Kate Fuller/Richard Gecko/Seth Gecko | 200 wc

Kate never imagined one day she would end up doing bad things with bad boys. But she did once thought she'd pretty much like doing really bad things with Richie and Seth Gecko.

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rogue-barnes-16 · 5 years

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THE PLUS ONE

Summary: Rumors about Gwilym's love life are all over Internet but he always refused to disclose anything. However, after a year of a good and healthy relationship, he decides it's time for the world to know Y/n.

Request: All right doll, Could you write some Blake Shelton or/& Gwilym Lee fanfic for me, it would be awesome!! Love you and your work both of you are amazing 😉😻🌚💦

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Genre: fluff

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Requested by: @marvelieber-rdjr01

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Warnings: a tiny bit of swearing, ofc!Evangeline

A/N: Idk why it's taking me so much time to write, I apologize. It never happened before, I guess I've been a while without writing. If you sent me a request, don't worry, I'll post it as soon as possible. About this request, it was really special, so I put extra effort on it. I hope you enjoy <3.

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist

"Darlin'!" my friend called the barman attention by hitting the surface of the barcounter. "my friend wants a martini and..." she gave me a knowing smirk before leaning over the counter. "I want your number."

"what the hell Eva?" I hissed, not able to hold back a chuckle. She shrugged, mouthing a confused 'what now', and I turned to the barman. "she'll have wine. Just wine" I remarked.

The boy on the other side of the barcounter nodded whilst chuckling and served us what we had ordered.

"I mean, I didn't think it'd work but okay"

"yeah, sure" I teased her, nursing my cup. "anyways- what are you doing now?" I asked while she turned her stool to face the people behind us, sitting in the booths. "Eva?"

She opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before actually speaking. "So there's that cute blond boy-" she was cut off by my snort, which made her nudge me. "no, listen. There's that cute blond boy and there's that handsome man staring at you shamelessly."

"wait what?" I hesitantly spun my own stool, following my friend's line of sight until my eyes met with a pair of blue ones which belonged to a tall, slim man staring at me. "shit" I muttered, rapidly coming back to my initial position. "he's hot"

"He's your type." my friend stated whilst sipping her wine. "aw now he's all bashful" she updated me, letting out a laugh. "he's no longer looking, I think he saw you staring"

"bitch" I called her, refraining the temptation of looking at the man once again. "he saw you staring"

"go talk with him" she whispered, resting her back and elbows against the edge of the counter. "he seems shy all from sudden."

"I'm-" this time, I did turn around to check on him once again, and damn, he was attractive as hell. "-not gonna do that."

"Y/n are you kidding me right now?" Eva asked rhetorically. "it's not the moment to be shy." she waited a few seconds for me to move, but when I didn't, she took the matter in her own hands.

"Eva-" I tried to stop her but she was soon walking towards the two men across the pub. "fuck"

I followed her form until she reached them, and then my eyes came back once again to the tall man, making me miss completely the way Eva pointed at me.

It was only when the mysterious man started to make his way towards me, that I realized what had just happened.

Before I had time to kill my friend, who now seemed to be very interested in whatever the blond boy was saying, the man was standing in front of me. "hey there, I'm Gwilym"

"Uh hi. Y/n" I replied, giving him an involuntary smile.

"Your... friend, I suppose?" he questioned, trying to hide his nervousness. "suggested me to buy you a drink instead of..."

"...of staring at me?" I guessed, raising my eyebrows at him, the ghost of a smirk forming on my lips when he nodded sheepishly.

"But, since you already have a drink" he shoved his hands in his pockets, taking a peek at the improvised dance floor in the middle of the pub. "do you want to dance?"

"I mean-" I opened and closed my mouth, meditating my answer. "I'm terrible at dancing."

"me too" he shrugged with a sweet smile dancing on his lips. "but it'll be funny, and if you get bored, I can walk you home" he added, extending his hand to me.

"such a gentleman" I stated, taking his hand, at first just to climb off the stool. However, he intertwined our fingers and leaded me to the middle dance floor, just in time to dance a slow song. "after all, I might not step on your feet."

"lucky me" he replied with a hint of humor in his voice, right before resting one of his hands on my waist while the other held one of my own.

We stayed like that for a long while, lightly swinging at the peaceful rhythm of the melody playing on the pub, lost in each other's eyes.

One Year Later

I was sat in my couch, wrapped in blankets and watching The Diary of Bridget Jones, when I heard my main door opening. "I'm in the living room!" I yelled, guessing it was Evangeline.

"Y/n, love!" my eyes opened widely at the sound of Gwilym's voice. "I'm home!"

"wha- how-" I attempted to move from the couch but it turned out to be almost impossible due to the amount of fabric wrapped around me. "I thought you were on press tour still"

"I am" he replied, walking towards me to kneel before the couch where I was. "but I missed you" I beamed at him, and a second later, he had leaned in to place a tender kiss on my lips "and I wanted to give you a surprise"

"awe" my hands left their cozy haven, recently found in the blankets, to hold both of his cheeks and bring him into another kiss, even though if this time we couldn't stop smiling. "I want more surprises like this one"

He then pulled away from me, holding both of my hands with his. "in that case" a mischievous grin made its way to his lips. "I might have another one" I raised my eyebrows, prompting him to tell me what he was up to. "we- the boys and I- were offered the possibility of taking a plus one with us to the Oscars"

I opened my mouth in agape, not because I had the chance to go to the Oscars —I would fangirl about that later—, but because he was offering me to go with him as his plus one.

"Gwilym" a wave of insecurities visibly washed over him the moment I said his name. "okay, first of all, come here" I pulled him up to sit besides me on the couch, and once he was there, rested my side against the backrest to face him. "I'd love to go." I assured him.

He sighed, a somehow sad smile twisting up the corner of his lips. "but?"

"are you sure you want us to be public?" I asked him softly. "because if you're doing this for me, you don't have to" giving him a smile, I prompted myself on my knees to kiss him. "I'm happy now. Evangeline, Ben and Joe know about us and that's more than enough."

"I know, Y/n" he pulled me onto his lap, giving me another kiss. "I know we're happy like this. And" his thumbs rubbed my hips, something that I managed to feel even through all those layers of fabric. "I'm the one who wanted this to be a secret but-" he bit his lower lip, struggling to find the right words. "I mean- we- now-"

I rested my cheek against his chest and leaded one of my hands to the crook of his neck to trace random patterns there, something I knew that would calm him.

"today we had an interview." he finally starting talking calmly "the interviewer asked me about my hobbies." I felt his fingers combing me hair. "and I wanted to say that I love watching TV shows with you on Saturday nights. I wanted to tell her how much I enjoy helping you cooking because I know you'll burn the kitchen if I'm not there" I slapped his chest playfully, earing a chuckle from him. "I wanted to tell her about our Sunday morning runs, and about our romantic escapades."

"sweet" I commented, lifting my gaze to look at him, who had his beautiful blue eyes on me. "and you want to be able to say those things." he nodded. "100% sure?" he nodded again, this time more eagerly. "then I need to find a dress."

"Evangeline is going to need one too" he informed me with a knowing smile on his face. "Ben is going to ask her to go with him."

"how are you so sure she'll say yes?" he snorted and I shook my head, chuckling. "yeah, don't even answer." I attempted to get up, but Gwilym tugged my arm and I fell back on the couch. "I gotta call her, Gwil."

"not now" he hugged me and made us both lie down on the couch. "I'm tired and needy." I let out a laugh, shifting to have my head comfortably laid over his chest once again. "I'm in the mood for cuddles with my amazing girlfriend"

"You're always in the mood for cuddles" I retorted, throwing one of my arms over his torso and tangling my legs with his. Meanwhile, both his arms wrapped around me, one of his hands finding it's way once more to my hair. "okay. Just for a bit"

"as you wish, love" Gwilym mumbled, already drifting off.

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"okay guys" one of the coordinators of the staff called our attention. "your turn. All of you go together, but once you reach the middle section of the carpet you can split up, go solo, take pictures or whatever" he stepped aside and prompted us to walk. "first Ben-"

"Jesus fucking Christ. Goddamnit. Fuck. why did I agree? Fucking hell" Evangeline cursed in low voice, holding onto Ben's arm to walk down the red carpet.

"now Joe. Allen, you go next" they both stepped out, and finally, the coordinator turned to Gwilym and me. "Gwilym, your turn."

"ready?" he whispered, securing me by holding my waist.

"yeah I'm just nervous as fuck" I muttered, smiling for the cameras and the paparazzi that were now taking photos of us.

"I'm gonna be honest, I'm so bloody nervous too" I let out a nervous laugh and he did the same right before another coordinator stopped us to stay still a few seconds, so the reporters could take proper pictures of us. "Y/n?"

"yeah?"

"I'm gonna kiss you, don't freak out" I didn't have time to give him any snarky reply before his lips were on mines, his hands holding my cheeks. "You're red" he stated with his eyes still closed.

"you didn't even see me, asshole" I hissed, feeling my whole face burning.

"Don't need to. I know you." he replied, pecking my forehead before letting go of me, for us to face the cameras once more. "Y/n?"

"not another kiss" I warned him, resuming our walk when the coordinator told us to do so.

"No no, at least not now." he leaned on me and whispered on my ear, "I love you"

I spun my face, capturing his lips before replying, "I love you too" with a big beam on my face, that was probably equivalent to the one on his.

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Hearth— a Naruto fanfic

Link to FF.net:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13035782/1/Hearth

Post-war SasuSaku /short story/ a way to get me back into writing

I don't own Naruto

rated M most likely

One- Introduction

Saku

"Sasuke...?!"

"Sakura. I need a place to stay." was certainly not what I expected Sasuke Uchiha to say when I opened the door this bright, Sunday morning. Alas, he surprised me. Sasuke Uchiha, at my door...after all this time? I couldn't breathe. My voice didn't work properly, and I couldn't help but get ensnared by the way the sun illuminated him, almost like he was a saint. As if. His surprisingly timid, yet annoyed voice snapped me out of my trance. In flesh and blood, standing on my front steps, was Sasuke Uchiha- and he had something to ask me. "Sakura…? I need a place to stay. Can I stay here? Naruto mentioned once that you have an extra room for guests…" Sasuke trailed off, sounding unsure and with a slight blush darkening his cheeks. There was no way he could avoid the look of disbelief on my face. What. The. Fuck. What I thought would be a calm, semi-lazy (as I had training and a lunch date with Naruto in the afternoon) Sunday, was certainly going to be a bit more...interesting.

"Hello to you too, Sasuke. I've been fine! Thank you so much for asking." I snapped. He had been gone for months on his journey. Granted, it was his journey of redemption, which I completely 100% understand his need to go on. My only issue is that he never sent me a message. Not once. And he has the NERVE to show up on my doorstep at 8am on a Sunday, the ONLY Sunday I have off from work this month? The only Sunday I can sleep in on. "I mean, you've been gone for what, 5 months without contacting me, and show up on my doorstep asking for a place to crash?! Why don't you go stay with Naruto, or Kakashi even? You clearly kept in contact with them more than me, despite...despite…"/Before he left on his journey the two grew close to one another. He would randomly pick her up from her graveyard shifts at the hospital, or he would show up unannounced at her small and homey apartment with her favorite foods, somehow knowing when she'd have had a bad day. Sasuke admitted that she is his most precious person. They spent the night before he left together. Not sexually, though. They stayed up late- laughing, crying (mostly only Sakura, but Sasuke let tears form in his eyes, and that was him crying in her book), and talking about everything and nothing... soaking each other in, almost like they were lovers and best friends. Sakura had known something was going to change./ I couldn't say it. I didn't want to throw his uncharacteristic vulnerability back in his face, months after the fact.

"Despite what, Sakura? Do you care to elaborate?" he asked sharply, that earlier apprehensiveness and embarrassment long gone.

"Well, despite the fact that we uh, you know, spentalotoftimetogetheranditmeantalot to me…" I whispered embarrassedly. I could feel the blush heating my cheeks. I couldn't look him in the eyes. Although I am usually extremely open with my feelings, I've learned it's best to keep my love for Sasuke to myself. He never was quite comfortable with my outright confessions.

/Sakura would keep her deep love for Sasuke hidden, as to not scare him away. She knew he had to atone for his sins, make his path pure once again, and also keep his precious people and all of Konoha safe. She knew she would be nothing more than a friend. She was simply one of his only family members, just like Naruto, Kakashi, and even Sai. She would support him on his voyage of redemption./

"Sakura," He sighed, running his hand down his face, covering a slight smirk "I only sent Kakashi messages, Naruto somehow coaxed Kakashi into telling him my whereabouts, I assume he used the Icha Icha books as leverage...although the dobe isn't that cunning alone...anyway, he sent me letters. Kakashi doesn't even know I'm home yet."

Without listening, I protested. "You knew where I liv-" I stopped short. Home...he said he's home. He said he's home and I'm the first person he's seen. Out of everyone, even our Hokage and former Sensei, Kakashi. I tried to fight the shy smile that was threatening to dissipate my angry demeanor. After months of being away, my house is the first place he's visited. I know I'm reading into things, since he appears in need of a shower or two, a hot meal, and a good nights sleep on a cozy bed. He knows I have it all on hand. He also knows I would never turn him down. It doesn't matter, though. He's using me, and I'll let him, as long as I get to spend time with him. It's worth it, and it always is. Anyway, he is my teammate, and that’s what friends are for, right? To help one another in times of need. I sighed, rolling my eyes. "You can stay, I guess. Let me show you to your room."

Sasu

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, what am I doing? It was too late to back out, I already knocked on her door. Fuck. She's home, and she's going to answer the door. It's been 156 days since I left Konoha. 156 days since I've seen her weightless pink hair and her kind, yet determined green eyes. 156 days since I've used an actual shower...fuck me. It has also been 156 days since I left Sakura at the gates to Konoha with a poke on her forehead and a promise. A promise I have no clue how to keep. A promise i will try to keep. I need to make everything right. /Sasuke left her with a promise. He said he'd be back, and next time he left, she would leave with him. She asked if she could come with, she wanted to be there for him, frustratingly enough, she somehow knew he needed assurance that he never had to be alone again. He declined her, saying his sins had nothing to do with her...at this time. Afterall, he did try to kill her./ First, though, I need a goddamn shower, and I need to see her. Why do I need to see her? Why is it that this annoyingly stubborn, smart, brave, eternally kind, girl, no...woman, is constantly on my mind? I can't stop pacing the porch as I wait for her to answer the door. What is taking so long? I knocked a whole 46 seconds ago, a kunoichi should be to the door within 20 seconds, 35 if she is sleeping. Maybe she IS sleeping…

"Sasuke…?!"

"Sakura.” I let out a breath I wasn’t even aware I was holding. “I need a place to stay."

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AN:

Hello all! It’s me, Peach! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long, I’m kinda a lazy p.o.s sometimes. I’ve been having major writers block. This lol story is a way to get my creative juices flowing..I have no outline or anything, so this story is just coming out as I come up with it. I don’t have a beta or anyone to read over my work, so I’m sorry if it’s confusing. Don’t worry! There will be more of Sasukes views in the upcoming chapters. ;) please review!

As always, much love!!

-peach

#sasusaku fanfiction #naruto #peach writes #hearth #multichapter #naruto fanfiction #post war sasusaku

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