Yk what blows my mind is when i’m reading something amazing right, i am so immersed in the story the writing is beautiful it’s making me feel more emotions than i’ve ever felt in all my years of living and then the end notes are just like. “uhhh hope u enjoyed ig? haha” or “idek what this is lol” like sir ma’am my guy your writing is the most gorgeous thing i have ever read. i cried and i laughed and i screamed and i did that thing where you roll around in bed and giggle like a child at 3am. if it was the zombie apocalypse and i could only take one story with me as i fought to survive it would be yours. “what even is this lmao” a masterpiece. a fucking masterpiece is what it is
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-'S everything ok? -
-Aye-
-Mh-
The grumpy comment came with a cough, and he was suddenly sit next to his Sergeant. Ghost took a long gaze, scraping away some of the black make up from his eyes.
-It's ok having shitty days. Nothing wrong with it-
-'M fine-
-No need to hide it- Lt. breathed out, clinging his head on Soap's with a low purr.
-You can cry all you want, Johnny. I'm here-
And the tiniest, most silent tear just crawl slowly on Soap's eyelid, threatening to fall down. He shutted a shiver, blowing air in his closed lungs while almost feeling stuffed in guilt and bitterness.
Then, Ghost poked kindly his cheek.
-Just promise me to come back smilin' again. 'K?-
Frowning a tired chuckle and sobbing out slowly were a one move that shutted the noises in his head in a nice, warm stress releasing hug.
Johnny felt safer as his hand reached for a touch of Simon's skin.
-Aye sir-
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Just a sketch after a long, bad time.
It's totally fine not being all rainbows and roses everyday.
Just remember to smile~
Eventually, the good old days will come back, I promise~
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