8 - upwards to infinity
Welcome to our eighth prompt post.
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
As ususal, here are a few things to keep in mind:
1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real ( Read more... )
HIV fic
Any or indeed no pairing, just friends, but not Clameron. No offense to Clameron - I love it as much as the next anon - but I don't want it in this situation
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It might break my heart, but I've started a Burnballs for this - is that okay?
Might take quite a few days though.
do you want an actual death ?
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Might have just let out a squeal of "my boys D:" at work #compartmentalisationfail.
Please do write this. I'll cheerlead.
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I did the exact same thing |D
But to anon who says they will write, yes please I will read like there is no tomorrow <3
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Up to author anon. Surprise me
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Andy pauses outside the closed door, making sure Ed’s not actually on the phone to John Humphries (Ed once walked in, talking loudly about Norwich’s newest signing, while Andy was live on air with James Naughtie. Andy had pushed him against the fridge, shoved his fist in Ed’s mouth and begged him silently to keep quiet ( ... )
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DON'T YOU DARE
You have my soul firmly in your grip and I will be endlessly, endlessly f5ing and chewing off all ten fingernails until it is released again. Your prose is tricky and penetrating, Andy's guilt and sadness is radiating off the page (screen?) - it's all hovering up in the air and I'm both terrified and desperate for it to come crashing down.
*whimpers and crawls into a corner, waiting*
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Ed is washing up, which Andy likes because it means he has his back to him, watching Ed’s face in the reflection of the window.
“I’ve got HIV.” Andy says, baldly. He doesn’t know how else to do it. Build it up? Apologise? Make out it’s nothing? Try and reassure Ed? To stop himself thinking about it and losing his nerve, he just says it - it’s his favourite tactic, the same way he’d announced he was moving in, and that he was standing for Labour leader.
“What?” Ed spins around, unsure if he heard what he thinks he heard and hoping he’s hallucinating and hearing things.
“HIV. I’ve got it.” Andy says and he scowls and shoves his hands in his pockets.
“Andy, don’t even fucking joke.” Ed says, nervously. He thinks it’s ( ... )
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“I had the test a week ago. Yeah, I knew. But... Ed, I’m sorry. Things just.. happened. I was going to tell you, but then...”
“I know. You got your fucking test and thought ‘just deserts’ and fucking divine retribution, and so your Catholic heart did a fucking backflip.” Ed snarls, happy at finding an outlet for his welling anger. “You know, And, just because God thinks you need to be bitchslapped into line when you fuck some randomer, doesn’t mean I do.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“You think you deserve it, though, don’t you? Because you’re fucking stupid like that.” Ed wants to shake Andy sometimes. Andy thinks Ed’s got problems, but Andy has the potential to see karma in train timetables. Some nights, it’s raining and Andy thinks it’s because they’ve been fucking too much ( ... )
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Andy is amazed and grateful Ed’s still here. He hadn’t expected Ed would storm out (fidelity is nowhere near as important as loyalty), but to tell someone you’ve been unfaithful, have become a carrier of a debilitating illness, lied and hidden it for a week, and for them still to be willing to hold you at night is more than he could have hoped for (and deserved). Andy falls asleep in minutes, leaving Ed to stare at the ceiling and panic.
How many more nights have they got like this? He really, really, really doesn’t want this to end. It feels so right Andy being here, filling the empty space in his bed, the heavy weight that will give him pins and needles, and the hand on his chest that shows just how ( ... )
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I need this now like I need oxygen and caffiene, even though it's been making me weep and then laugh and then weep again already.
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I need this to continue like I need oxygen. So bloody good. Far too close to tears.
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