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Hello Valiants!! I've been lurking and simply obsessed with your art and writing of them for a while and I was wondering if you have ever done a comic about how the rest of the team take ghostsoap's relationship? Or is it a secret? Ignore this if you have hehe

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 Hmm maybe this or this Price one was close, but here's an update... (I think it's BARELY a secret)

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It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 27] || [Chapter 29]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.2K~ cw: illness, injuries, hurt/comfort, fluff, love confessions! Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: Just a cute little moment

Chapter 28: How in the-

The trip with John was short but sweet. A full weekend together, away from everything…

Followed by 4 whole weeks alone. Not that you minded the extra piece and quiet.

You were normally kept at a distance from the boys and their line of work. Arms length, not because they don’t trust you, but because just like Simon learned to drop Ghost at the door, the rest drop work at the door too.

The closest thing you get to ‘work’ is funny anecdotes that can even make you laugh, OR soft, whispered, retelling of memories as your hands snake over their rough skins, fingers grazing the scars that those memories left behind.

Today was a first. In a lot of ways.

The boys showed up at your flat at 3 A.M. after spending a whole month out of Hereford and in God knows where.

You had opened the door very wearily to the sight of the four of them, not even having changed out of their tactical gear, looking like they had been through hell.

Kyle was walking with a limp and a groan, his back stiff and an inability to properly swivel side to side at the hips.

Johnny had gotten his shoulder shot?? Plus his knee was acting up so he was also limping.

John was, also, limping. His back was also stiff and he murmured something about having pulled a muscle.

And Simon? The man’s eyes were surrounded by circles darker than you’d ever seen them, his shoulders slumped. He moved normally, unlike the others. And that concerned you more than anything.

“Jesus, what happened?”

“Mission mishaps. They happen sometimes, da’lin’.” John told you soothingly as he attempted to press a kiss to the crown of your head, but wincing when he felt the pain shoot up his spine.

“Sounds to me like more than mishaps. There’s no way all four of you are injured and it was just a ‘mishap’.” You scolded them as you carefully helped them off their gear, multiple men groaning and grunting in pain as the heavy weights were shed from their torsos.

“Have you been checked?”

“Yes, we went to medic before coming over-” Kyle told you.

“And they let you leave on foot? You look like you all should be on bed rest!” You scolded them.

“And that’s why we’re here.” Johnny added before letting out a groan when you moved his arm, sending pain barreling down his arm.

“How in the-” You murmured as you noted the patched up bullet wound.

“Don’t ask…” Kyle muttered under his breath, a whimper of a sound that you had never quite heard from him.

They were like lost puppies… Needy for being lulled to sleep by a soft hand caressing them behind the ears after some nasty man kicked them on the street.

So that’s how you ended up with four injured soldiers in your house. Ghost took the living room couch, leaving the bed for John and Kyle and Johnny.

“Don’t get any blood on my bed, Johnny!” You warned him. “If something happens, you call me.” You had added as you made sure they were as comfortable as can be before you slipped out of the room.

Reaching the living room, it was now well past 4 A.M. Simon was lying there, one leg swung over the back of your couch, and eyes locked on the shower. “You okay, Simon?” You checked softly.

“Fine, sweetheart.”

“Don’t look fine to me.” You retorted and sat on the armchair by his head, looking down at him, your hand finding his and caressing it.

He twitched a bit against the pillows, brown eyes fluttering for a moment as he took a deep breath. “Mission went tits up. Strained ourselves trying to finish.”

“You too, then?” You asked him and he nodded. “Where?”

“Everywhere. I’m sore all over… And I think I have a fever.” He admitted.

“Do you wanna try a shower?” You suggested and he shook his head.

“I don’t wanna stand up for that long… I get dizzy.”

“And a bath?” You added.

“…” Simon didn’t answer but he groaned and forced himself to stand up. You helped guide him to the bathroom.

After lowering the stopper and allowing the water to flow into the tub, you looked at Simon. “I’ll be outside, okay? I’ll give you privacy.” You told him softly.

Leaning up, you kissed his pale cheek, and turned away…

Only for him to catch you by the wrist. “Stay.”

“What?” You asked him, unsure you heard him right.

“Stay. Please.” He requested.

“But… you said you didn’t-” You trailed off, the memory of his fear of exposing his body to you (or anyone) clear in your mind.

“I know what I said. Just… Please.” He insisted.

“Okay.” You replied and nodded, stepping forward again. He reached his arms up, painfully slowly, the same way John and Kyle and Johnny had.

You grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and slowly rolled it up, your eyes finding his scar-riddled torso for the first time. Blotchy skin due to chemical burns here and there, big gashes and smaller cuts spread throughout.

Simon was looking away the whole time as you helped him off his cargos and underwear. The injuries continued down his legs, every inch of him nasty and ugly, only due to how brutal his scars were. In reality, it all made no difference to you.

“You okay?” You checked on him. He nodded slowly, his eyes screwed shut.

“Let’s get you into the water, okay? It’ll do you good.” You said as you grabbed him by the bicep and helped get him into a seated position inside the tub.

Then, you knelt by his side just as he was grunting in relief, his muscles relaxing in the water. 

The bathtub that had felt tight with you and Johnny in it months ago, now felt even smaller with Simon Riley in it. 

Grabbing the sponge, you carefully ran it over his torso and shoulders, wetting the part of him that didn’t fit in the bath.

The blond leaned his head back on the wall and opened his eyes, finding you looking at him.

“Thank you.” Simon told you in a whisper.

“For bathing you?”

“For dating me.” He replied, causing you to smile.

“My, Simon, you might be sicker than I expected. Where’s the confidence?” You teased him good-naturely, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“Was never here. Just faking it until I made it…” He admitted and shook his head, letting it lull against the tiles.

“I see, well… It worked.” You joked as you kept wetting his body carefully.

“We’re lucky to have you.” He murmured. “You didn’t have to do this. To put up with us.”

“It’s not putting up if I like you.” You told him. “Besides… you take care of me. I take care of you. Mutually beneficial, that’s what a relationship should be.”

“I don’t take care of you because I like you.” Simon whispered, a drowsy look in his tired eyes.

“Then what for?” You asked him. “Because you want to shag me that bad?” You joked again and winked.

“No… because I love you.” Simon muttered, his lips a bit lazy in the way he said it, clearly too relaxed and tired and groggy to really think straight.

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped open, your hands going limp and dropping the sponge. “Simon…”

“You don’t have to say it back.” He said as he rolled his head against the tile wall, side to side. “Just wanted you to know.”

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Okay ive been wrestling with the price x guard dog reader concept for a few days and the only way I can get it to work with how I have it cemented in my head is if the reader is a dog hybrid so congrats y'all, you're gonna get my first dip into hybrid au shit lol

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Please make more Leon Kennedy x male reader, pretty please

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Compartmentalizing here because if it's in a note on my phone, it's gone and I wanna share my ideas

Zombie apocalypse scenario because that's how I got fuckin neck deep in this cod stuff to begin with and there aren't enough for male/gn readers or aren't super depressing (angst is fun but I'm a hurt comfort man)

Posting that price one shot I already wrote

Fulfilling a request (technically two but they're very similar so I may lump them into one? TBD)

Got a ghost thing I've got kinda scribbled out in a doc

Polyam ghoap where one if them is kidnapped instead of you (I know I said Johnny in my little blurb but also the antsy possibilities of ghost being napped instead is making me go wild)

More polyam stuff in general cuz four pretty boys all snuggling me and each other? Yeah

That price x loyal dog fic I wanna write. May very possibly make it a hybrid au thing cuz I see a lot of those but I make absolutely no promises on that exact detail happening lol

Also no promises but I do wanna continue my castlevania fic at some point. It's one of the most fun things I've ever written and I miss it

Edit: also royal au stuff too because ugh prince x knight forbidden/hidden love type stuff absolutely destroys me

I think that's it jfc writing brainworms really just go hog wild when you allow yourself to indulge huh

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Been very busy lately. I do yard work for a neighbor of mine and had a job that took me the last few days so I've been fucking exhausted but! I have that T shot fic (which I'm not the most proud of but if I keep touching it, I'll just dislike it more), a zelda thing or two, a couple other cod ideas, possibly some re4 stuff, I have lots planned 💗

Not totally sure anyone will care to read this, but I wanna try and have more reader interactions with y'all 💗

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Blooming Love - Golden Hearts

CoD - Gaz x GN!Florist!Reader

SYNOPSIS : When Gaz stumbles upon a beautiful flower with the sweetest of secrets.

WARNINGS : Tons of fluff. Mention of Gaz being deployed, but nothing more.

I do not give permission to re-publish, re-use and/or translate my works, be it here or on any other platform.

Thinking about a Florist!Reader who secretly uses the language of flowers in their creations.

When an ex-lover asks for « a bouquet for their partner », probably trying to make them jealous, they simply offer a very professional smile before putting together a beautiful ensemble of bright flowers that basically tells the couple to go fuck themselves.

On the other hand, when a sweet old man tells them the order is for his daughter, who just gave birth to a beautiful baby, they whip up a bouquet full of warm and colourful love.

(Should we ever add a little magic in it, they could probably spread spells though their work. Silently wishing for a woman’s child to get better after a rough trip to the hospital ; maybe accidentally pouring negative emotions into a new batch of plants, hindering their growth or even straight up killing them because of the pressure. This is why they have to be extremely careful about their feelings when entering their little plant heaven, in case they end up bringing harm to their flowery friends.)

I can see Gaz stumbling inside their little shop for an occasion he didn’t really think about. He immediately takes a liking to the pretty bee buzzing around the place, honeyed timbre humming a song he remembers hearing once in a nearby café. When they ask what kind of flowers he would like for his bouquet, he simply tells them to follow their instincts. He leans against the counter, mesmerised as they carefully pick up a series of beautiful blooms with a serene look on their face.

He ends up coming back, again and again. His apartment is quickly filled with a sweet, flowery scent as he keeps ordering bouquets, using thousands of stupid excuses to justify his never-ending orders - even though they probably know he is going to take them home. In the end, he sneaks a flirty edge to his voice when he confesses, his tone underlining how they are the one who sparked his newfound love for plants.

His occupation doesn’t really allow him to keep anything more than a few ephemeral beauties, but it doesn’t stop him from waltzing in the shop with an enthusiastic greeting, his smile widening when they answer in their own sing-song voice.

« You remind me of a Moonflower, » they once tell him during one of his visits after a long deployment. They softly trace the dark circles lining his eyes, and he can’t help the way he quietly leans in their touch.

« Why ? » He asks, and he barely realises their voices are now barely a whisper.

« Because they’re seen as a symbol of blossoming in dark times. You keep facing the darkness of this world, yet here you are : standing proud and tall, with a dazzling smile painted on your face. »

One day, he watches them curiously as they carry a bucket full of red tulips to their workspace and mumble about how, despite not being people’s first choice when it comes to conveying their feelings, they are strongly associated with true love. They beam while telling him they are about to make a piece full of love for a marriage, and he realises their work might be more than just handling flowers and plants. The next day, he runs to the bookstore with a blooming interest for this new, exciting side of his love’s personality, immediately purchasing a few books about the language of flowers.

He carefully plans his next steps while being deployed. Soap’s teasing antics can’t seem to make his focus falter, even though his thoughts are constantly plagued by the hypnotising smile of the Flower waiting for him back home.

The first thing he does after finally coming back is follow the path to the flower shop. He easily catches them when they greet him with an excited hug, his stomach churning pleasantly when the familiar sweetness of their scent invades his senses. Though his mind seems blurred, his voice doesn’t waver when he asks them for a gorgeous bouquet of red tulips and roses.

« I found love, » he says.

Something flickers in their gaze, though it disappears quickly behind a smile.

He soon resumes his usual observations as they fly around their shop with practiced ease, his eyes picking up a few quirks in their normally perfect dance. Their hands tremble slightly as they finally wrap the ensemble of stems with clear paper. They barely manage to hide their hesitation when they wonder out loud who the lucky person might be, a false playfulness floating in their tone.

He doesn’t hesitate to place the bouquet in their hands, his lips meeting with their cheek. They immediately hide against his chest, and he can’t help but laugh at their little squeals, savouring the way their body fits so wells against his.

They hold the flowers close to their heart as they finally grace him with a kiss, the both of them finally allowing their feelings to bloom under the sunshine of their love.

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Happy late v-day!! Couldn’t finish this sketch yesterday, so you get it today <3

Every grumpy man needs a lil kiss from time to time :))

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I know we all love a good "reader gets kidnapped" fic but what if

What if one of your boys gets napped instead?

I was thinking about polyam ghoap for this specifically for some reason but like

Poor Johnny kidnapped in the middle of a mission gone wrong and no one knows where the fuck he is

Ghost is ready to tear just about anyone's throat out and he might if it wasn't for you to keep a leash on the poor sod

The reunion is sweet, typical "lovers rescue their kidnapped beloved and reunite" shit but you can't spin a cliche and assume it's not cliche anymore, right?

Now. The only hurdle. I know Johnny's personality and such. But to write it to my satisfaction... hmm...

Ugh I need to make this happen now

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E-Shop has all their RE remasters on sale for like $10 so I bought RE4 on my partner's recommendation so I might start writing for some of those characters soon 👀

HEAVY might, but it's not impossible

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Angsty Dialogue Masterpost

Angsty family/platonic dialogue

Angsty Questions Prompts #1

Angsty Question Prompts #2

Angsty Question Prompts #3

Angsty/Fighting Dialogue Prompts

Concerned/Angsty Question Prompts 

Angsty Starters

Angst Prompts

angsty.

Angsty Sentence Starters #1

Angsty Sentence Starters #2

Leaving Dialogue Prompts

Reunion Dialogue Reactions

Unwilling goodbye + love confession prompts

Trying to make them stay dialogue prompts

Betrayal Dialogue Prompts

Hiding from horror dialogue

Finding out the truth dialogue

“I’m sorry…” Apology Starters

Apologizing for emotional neglect

Desperate Dialogue

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Dialogue Responses

"I said sorry. What more could you want?"

"An explanation."

"For you to actually mean it."

"The truth about why you did it."

"I want you to actually feel sorry."

"That you will finally leave me alone."

"A promise that this was the last time."

"If you don't know, then I can't help you."

"I wish I wouldn't have had to beg you for it."

"Saying it and meaning it are two different things."

"Nothing. I don't want anything from you anymore."

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은​방​울 Lily of the Valley

- I’ll give you something unforgettable… my love is “this” flower in your hands, Kyle.

IIIIII

Inspired PriceGaz piece by a song I listened some days ago; I legit couldn’t stop listening to it and being a complete sad bag sigh.

Song is “은​방​울 (Lily of the Valley) by DANIEL”

Alsooo, wanted to thank every like, reblog and followers on my last post!!! I posted it in mind of only sharing my love to PriceGaz to some fellow shippers, but wow, the outcome of it blew my mind. I didn’t expect this much love… sigh tysm from the bottom of my heart. 🥹❤️ xoxo!

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No but like I've known I was gay since I was maybe 13-14 and I still feel like Soap, I'm such a 'living under a rock' gay lol

I got an ask just asking to see my art again and was like damn i havent posted here in a while asfdhj im so sorry guys

Anyway gaz was super excited to learn there was another queer on the team then he learned soap was a terrible gay

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Ghost is, above everything else, a germaphobe. People could call him anything else and there’s a chance he’ll disagree with them just out of spite.

Which is why it’s so fucking strange that Ghost has little to no reaction when Soap picks off his plate or deposits something he doesn’t want. Gaz watches it with the highest grade of confusion.

Soap has been a part of the team for three months, and he’s got more brownie points than him. Gaz has known Ghost for years. The man doesn’t share, he throws the biggest bitch fits over blood and other sorts of stuff after the danger has passed. He thinks sharing food is gross, will never take food or water from a teammate, always calls dibs on first shower at safe houses.

Gaz narrows his eyes. “What’s tha’?” Soap peeks over to Ghost’s bottle.

“Lemonade,” Ghost responds dryly. He tilts the bottle, a reusable one he refuses to let anybody else touch, and Soap dips down and drinks from the straw. “Good?”

Gaz is going to have an aneurism.

“Mm,” Soap hums, dipping down for another sip before shaking his head, “Too sweet.”

Ghost shrugs and sticks the straw back into his mouth, idly chewing on it.

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Soap makes a face as he bites into his cheeseburger. He flips open the bun and narrows his eyes. “There’s fuckin’ pickles in here.”

“What? Thats fuckin’ unfair. I didn’t get any pickles,” Ghost gripes, also examining the inside of his burger. “Did we switch on accident? Did ya get onions?”

“Yeah,” Soap says, “Did you?”

“Mm-mm,” Ghost shakes his head, “Give me your pickles.” Soap plucks the pickles from his burger and deposits them into Ghost’s.

Gaz and Price share a look of concern and confusion. Gaz thinks he’s hallucinating, probably.

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Gaz, unsuccessfully tries to snatch a mandarin from Ghost’s yogurt bowl. “I will gut you,” Ghost drawls lowly, squeezing his wrist for a few seconds before dropping it. Gaz eyes the delicious mixture of granola, yogurt, mandarins, and strawberries with sorrow.

So, Ghost is still against sharing.

Soap pops in a few minutes later, coffee in hand. “Oooh,” he coos, sitting right up against Ghost. Ghost sends him a hot glare. “What’s that?”

“Yogurt.”

“Can I have a strawberry?”

Gaz expects Ghost to tell him to fuck off in one of his creative ‘Im coming on your bed tonight’ or ‘I’m gonna murder you’ monologues. None comes, though. Ghost simply pokes around in his bowl for a few moments before offering a spoonful of yogurt. Soap takes it, putting his whole ass mouth on the spoon and licking it clean with a happy noise. Ghost just scrapes some more on his spoon and puts the same. fucking. spoon. in his mouth.

“Thank ye,” Soap sings, scooting away and pulling out his sketchbook.

“Kill yourself,” Ghost mumbles, “Takin’ my damn food.”

Still an asshole.

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Gaz and Soap are watching the MCU movies for the hundredth time. Soap is halfway through his pint of dark chocolate ice cream, and Gaz is mourning the fact that he finished his popcorn.

Hulk screams at Tony Stark’s kind of corpse when Ghost walks in. Ghost makes his way to the fridge, pokes around, and then grumbles to himself. Gaz ignores him for the most part until he hears an indignant noise from Soap. He looks over and Ghost is sitting half on the arm of the couch and half on Soap, mask rolled up to his nose and using Soap’s fork to dig into the ice cream.

Gaz watches with mild horror and mostly confusion as they continue to share the pint of ice cream until theres nothing left.

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The worst part, Gaz thinks, is how his heart nearly gives out every time it happens.

Ghost is particular about things. One of the things he’s particular about is his tea. He likes it a certain way, at a certain temperature, and at a certain time. He has a certain brand, a specific blend, measures the grams of tea like a psychopath before and after he makes his mug.

Gaz almost passes out when a half awake Ghost stumbles into the rec room and Soap is hot on his heels. Ghost is not a morning person, he’s more like a rabid creature in need of a rabies vaccine. Gaz learnt early on that Ghost should not be interacted with in the thirty minutes of him rising from his slumber.

Ghost sits at the table, staring off into nothing. Soap busies himself at the counter. Gaz wants to say something when Soap drizzles honey into a mug of tea. He wants to live, more though, and he doesn’t want to irritate Ghost so early in the morning by being too loud (or by existing, really, Ghost sort of hates anything that breathes in the morning time).

Ghost looks at Soap as he moves over to the table. To Gaz’s complete and utter shock, Soap sips from the fucking mug before setting it in front of Ghost. Ghost just curls around the mug like a reptile starved of heat and sips at it slowly, a content hum leaving his lips.

Soap places a hand between Ghost’s shoulder blades and rubs there for a few moments. Gaz watches Ghost slump further into the table, eyes fluttering shut. Soap says something Gaz can’t hear and Ghost gives a tiny nod of his head.

Gaz has to sit down.

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Gaz has enough a few months later.

It’s hot. It’s hotter than it fucking should be in the UK.

Soap is happily chewing on an ice pop, pressing the cool ice to his forehead on occasion. Gaz had finished his a while ago and was mourning the loss of the cool weight in his palms.

Ghost appears out of thin fucking air and dips over to the ice pop, licking between Soap’s fingers at the bottom to catch some juice before taking a small bite out of the top. “Ugh, ew,” He says. Gaz is expecting him to comment on the spit, the germs, how he finds it disgusting, “Is that fucking watermelon?”

“I like watermelon,” Soap mumbles defensively. “It’s good.”

“Eugh,” Ghost says, making another mildly disgusted noise.

“What the actual fuck.” Gaz mutters.

“What?” Soap and Ghost ask at the same time.

“Whaddaya mean what?” Gaz gestures. “Ghost just got your spit all in his mouth. Ghost, I hate other people’s germs just sucked on your popsicle, Soap. And you share forks, spoons, straws, sometimes plates. To be honest I am completely and utterly confused and mildly concerned somebody hit their head.”

Ghost takes another bite from the ice pop, despite expressing his disgust over the flavor a few moments earlier. “Oh,” He says casually, “It’s not weird if it’s him. It would be kind of weird if I was grossed out by my own husband’s spit. We’ve done dirtier shit.”

Gaz just stares.

“Gaz? You awrite, mate?”

“I think I hit my head.”

Kyle needs a fuckin’ nap.

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Part Two the Pretend Boyfriend!Gaz, because I can't just leave it off there. My next post will most likely be a countenance of Grumpy!Reader (looking forward to that).

It was the week of Thanksgiving, so you and Gaz headed in his car to your grandmother's place. You spent the entire time leading up to this week by getting comfortable with pretending Gaz was your boyfriend. You both got your stories straight, learning to be touchy with each other but not too touchy (which was how you two already were, not that either of you noticed), so no one would be able to tell that you two were just best friends.

Gaz pulled his car into the driveway of your grandmother's house, you two early. While you got out of the car and took the dessert you had made, Gaz wrapped his arm around your waist while you two walked to the front door. He knocked on the door and waited for your grandmother to open the door.

"Grandma, it's so good to see you!" You said when she opened the door, a bright smile on both of your faces. You gave Gaz the dessert before hugging your grandma and gesturing to Gaz beside you. "Grandma, this is Kyle, my boyfriend."

Gaz's smile was charming as always, so polite. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. {Last Name}. I'm honored you and your family invited me, I've been excited to you meet you all," he said while shaking her hand.

He wasn't joking, he had been excited to meet your family. From your stories you've told him and the rest of the 141, your family was close-knit, warm with each other. You had four siblings, you the youngest of five, and three of your siblings had children of their own. So it was a large family when adding in your aunts, uncles and cousins. And he was eager to meet all of them.

"Aw, you're such a sweet man, just my granddaughter/grandson said you were. Please, call me Grandma and come, come." Your grandmother ushered you both inside the house, the smell of delicious food wafting towards you both. She took the dessert from you, letting you get settled with your siblings while she and your parents cooked the food.

Gaz had tried to ask if they wanted help, but your parents shooed him away from the kitchen. So you both sat on the couch with your siblings. You pointed to each, saying their names.

"So, Kyle," your oldest brother started saying, his skeptical eyes taking in every detail of Gaz. "When did you and my sibling meet?"

That was an easy question, one that hadn't had needed to be changed and memorized since it was just when you two met. So Gaz told them it was two years ago, which was when you had been transferred to the 141. Your other siblings chimed in with other questions, questions geared towards your pretend relationship. Gaz didn't skip a beat, easily slipping into the role of your boyfriend.

By the time dinner was ready, your entire family was in the house, making it a bit crowded. You all sat at the large dining table, you and Gaz sitting beside each other. You were just eating when your father peered at Gaz. "So, Kyle, what are your intentions with my child?" he asked, watching Gaz's reaction closely.

"Dad," you hissed, frowning at his question. To which your father waved your annoyance off.

"I just want to know he's not stringing you along," your father said defensively. "You're an adult, yes, but you're still my child. I want to know you're being taken care of by a man who sees a future with you."

You were about to grumble, but Gaz gently took your hand in his, letting your entwined hands rest on the dining table.

"I understand, sir. I take no offense," he replied, rubbing the back of your hand soothingly with his thumb. "I see a future with them, sir. Our relationship has been going on for six months now, but I can already see the two of us settling down together. {Name} is amazing and I'm happy with them." He turned towards you, a loving smile on his face which only echoed in his beautiful brown eyes. "Forgive me for saying it so abrasively, but I love them."

Your father seemed pleased and that and his questions to Gaz shifted to just general questions about Gaz. His family, what his plans were in the future in terms of his job.

Gaz was fitting in with your family so well, laughing and joking with them like he had known them since forever. Your hands were still entwined, and it felt right. It felt right to be pretending to be dating Gaz.

After dinner was over, you, your siblings, and your cousins all moved outside in the backyard, your siblings' kids coming outside too. While you sat and chatted with your family, Gaz was pulled into playing with the kids. You watched with fond eyes, eyes that couldn't be faked, smiling as he laughed and played with the kids.

Just as you all were watching Gaz giving each kid a piggyback ride on his back, your oldest sister (who was the second oldest of your siblings) looked at you and chuckled. "Oh, you're so in love," she said, causing your other siblings to laugh.

Your first instinct was to deny it, but the ruse had to be maintained, so you turned to look back at Gaz and the smile on your face was so genuine. "Yeah, I am."

It surprised you how much of the truth that was, it not entirely being a lie. You had never thought you had fallen for Gaz, seeing as you two were always just close to each other. But when you thought about it, you really were in love with Gaz. It was why your first and only thought when needing someone to pretend to be your boyfriend, was to think of asking Gaz. He was a good man, and if tonight was any indication, he was also a good boyfriend.

The rest of the night was a whirlwind, but it ended so late, so you and Gaz had to sleep in the living room. Gaz helped your father move the couch and bring in the air mattress from the garage, you and your mother getting the blankets from the linen closet.

You and Gaz said goodnight to your family and when it was just the two of you in the living room, you started making the couch, while Gaz was making the spare mattress.

"What are you doing?" Gaz asked, having realized what you were doing. He finished putting the sheets and pillows on the air mattress before going over to stop you.

"I'm going to be sleeping on the couch," you said, not willing to budge on your decision, even when he tried to stop you from putting the sheet on the couch.

Gaz shook his head. "First of all, I'd be the one sleeping on the couch. There's just no way I'd let you take it when you should have the bed. And second of all, what happens when your family wakes up in the middle of the night or wakes up before us in the morning and sees us sleeping separately?" He saw you about to argue and he shushed you gently. "Come on, mate. It's not the first we've shared a bed. Let's just share it. Unless you're really that uncomfortable, in that case, I'm taking the couch. Not you."

You were hesitant on sharing a bed with him, especially after you realized your feelings for him, but you couldn't deny his logic of your family getting suspicious of the ruse if they found you two sleeping separately. So you took the extra sheets and pillow back to the linen closet before coming back to the living room. You both looked away from each other when dressing into sleepwear and then you two got underneath the covers.

You had gone to sleep with a few inches of space between you two, wanting not to make him uncomfortable by cuddling. But in the morning, you woke up to laying on top of Gaz while he slept on his back, his strong arms wrapped around your waist protectively.

Your mother, who had woken you up by cooing at the sight of you and Gaz intertwined, snapped a picture of you. But you couldn't focus on that, your heart was beating so fast at the close proximity with Gaz.

And you knew you were fucked when he woke up and gave you a lazy smile while saying "Good morning" in that husky voice of his. You were too deep in love now.

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