Garcy Drabbles

The note had been sitting taped to Jack’s refrigerator for the last four days, a pleasant reminder of what had happened and an anxious one of what could. He hadn’t called Gabe yet. He couldn’t find it in himself too. He wasn’t sure what exactly the stripper wanted but he was certain it wasn’t anything long term and romantic. Not that Jack necessarily wanted that either (well, it wasn’t an awful idea to be honest), but as nice as getting laid was he wasn’t so sure he liked the idea of using Gabe as a booty call.

Sirius just can't believe what has happened.

Dude, Louis and Harry have sex. And Louis bottoms, cause that's how I wanted it.

John hates Valentine's Day. Even more so because everyone loves the man he loves. And so spending the day with him is impossible.

Clint's the new kid, and he's not really sure why popular Phil Coulson makes a point of acknowledging his presence whenever they run into each other, but he's not going to complain. It's the highlight of his day, honestly.

He should be able to breathe easier, right? His dad knows everything now. He doesn’t have to lie anymore. His dad’s alive. They’re all fucking alive. It’s one big epic win for them. He should be able to breathe easier but he’s not because suddenly his chest tightens, the trees spinning around him, and he blinks more blood into his eye, his vision tinting red. And it’s all crashing in on him at once. Every piece of bad shit that’s happened over the last year. Everything that’s happened between his mom and now. Every fucking bad memory he’s ever had. And he can’t get past that he’d nearly lost his dad. That he nearly didn’t have him and how easily that might have happened. That he could have lost both of them and then it would just have been him and nothing else. ----Missing scene/tag on to Lunar Ellipse because I can't resist emotionally and psychologically torturing Stiles some more...