#garcyatt

First of all, hi!! I’m so glad you’re back!!! I hope your tumblr break was helpful and you’re feeling better!💜

Oh god, starting off with the hard questions. It’s always hard for me to pick my favorites of anything because I like things in cycles so it’s hard to classify anything as my favorite which is very boring of me.

1) literally all of my friends write fic and they’re all incredible, wonderful people and fic writers and I love the heck out of them. I’m leaving y’all untagged because it’s a lot and I will undoubtably forgot someone because I have the memory of a gerbil and then I will feel terrible. But then I’m like well then I’m saying the people I’m tagging I’m not friends with and that seems mean but also that’s how friends work you can’t be friends with everyone and I’m thinking about this so much someone stop me. So I’m tagging fic writers whomst I love and adore but don’t frequently interact with, there. I do occasionally use words that make sense. God, I need a drink. Ily’all you’re incredible and I am a chronically anxious bitch. It’s a personality trait at this point. I’m cutting myself off.

2) @pearlcaddy writes the most gorgeous, beautiful and emotionally charged jukebox fic I swear to god. I’m perpetually incapable of picking which of her series are my favorites. (It’s the liking things I’m cycles rising up to smack me down.) all you need to know is that it’s all good and I love them to pieces.

3) oh oh! The bb gc was talking about timeless the other day and I feel the need to reread @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels phenomenal garcyatt fics again. I’ve read most everything they’ve written and it’s all so so good. I’m not as involved in the timeless fandom as I was so I haven’t read any fic in a while but their fic is incredible and I would absolutely recommend.

Fandom: Timeless Ship: Garcyatt

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"I'm sorry, Lucy." Wyatt steps into the kitchen with shame and despair in his eyes. "I can't live like this anymore. I love you, and I tried, but it's never been you."

"What?" She slams down the spoon she'd been using to stir her coffee.  "How can you say that? After all these years together? Who is she?"

He shifts, uncomfortably silent.

Lucy grits her teeth. Her voice becomes threatening. "Who is she? Is this still about Jessica?"

Sighing, he closes his eyes. "It's not a she."

"What? Who?" Realization dawns at the memories of her husband pouring over mission logs, personnel files, and the other man's family photos. Lucy had always assumed Wyatt was looking for a way to save his dead wife. "Flynn?"

Wyatt swallows and nods.

A wave of anger overtakes Lucy before it ebbs and washes away to relief that all of the years of pretending are over. "Me too."