im ripping my hair out, i cant find this fanfic i was reading on here, it was abt gunslinger!ghost and like the reader was taken from her home and had to live w him in his cabin, and he ends up getting shot in this bar, and the reader meets laswell + 141 but i dont remember the name of itš or the person who wrote it
help i beg
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Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how āI donāt know who Iām talking toā blah blah. So please, if you arenāt a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.
Am I wet? Am I on my period? Did I pee my pants?- next on wtf is going on down there.
Look at where you get your information. Make sure itās reliable. Stop causing more pain to people already in a rough place.Ā
IKNEW THIS REMINDED ME OF SOMETHING
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My chemistry teacher just saw this and laughed
Everyone going on about Hipcup and how his hips donāt lieā¦
āyou canāt just disappear out of peopleās livesā
Me:
Woke in the middle of the night earlier this week and couldnāt sleep again for four hours and at some point in my rotisserie insomnia I apparently shoved the phrase that was rotating in my brain into a phone note
I wrote this in 20 minutes and it's bad but i just wanted to write something. This man is constantly on my mind and i swear i have better things to write about him. anyways idk how to write or use tumblr, enjoy!
Two years, five months. Thatās how long you had been a part of task force 141. In those two years you had bled, cried, laughed and fought beside your team. You were an unstoppable force, prepared for anything as long as you did it together. Although you could never say it, they were family. You felt as if the bond you shared between each other was unbreakable, no matter who or what tried to rip it apart.Ā
Ghost first came to your room in the middle of the night after a year of working beside him. After a night spent together, he quietly showed up at your door a lot more. Twice a week turned into every night. Every night you werenāt on a mission, he was knocking on your door and quickly letting himself in.Ā
A way to relieve stress turned into something more, a comfort shared privately between your bodies lying next to each other. It had turned into cheeky flirting on missions, longing glances in boring meetings, private jokes conveyed through a quirk of his eyebrow, hushed conversations in the dark. He went from just a teammate to someone you could bare your soul to and only feel warmth. Somewhere along the way it turned into love.Ā
Well at least you thought it had, but the words he had spoken with such confidence were fresh in your mind.
āI canāt fall in love with you. I donāt want all the pain that comes with it.ā
He walked out on you after that, leaving you to stand there.Ā
The comfort you always felt around your family quickly disappeared along with Ghost. The whole team could see something had shifted in you, but didnāt comment. After three days, he reappeared without explanation.Ā
Every single time you tried to approach him, he shut you down. He refused to even look at you. After weeks, you gave up. Going back to hums and nods, his cold voice only reaching your ears to give orders. There were no more quiet knocks on your door and the slow scrape of his shoes moving towards your bed.Ā
You went back to strangers.Ā Ā
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