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celenawrites · 1 day
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marriage of convenience with sgt. kyle gaz garrick and him trying to navigate being a soldier as well as your husband...the awkwardness...the soft domesticity...the yearning....the understanding...the gentleness...mhm
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celenawrites · 2 months
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thinking about retired, dilf!soapghost and the young neighbour reader who occassionally babysits their kid(s) and dogs when they go out - for work, for date nights, emergencies, etc.
only for them to try staying at home as much as possible as they try their best to woo you - smitten with your kind nature and how you dote on their child(ren) and dogs, always gracing them with honeyed words and gentle touch, which makes them all the more eager to get you in their bed (and in their life).
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celenawrites · 9 months
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Mornings like these are rare. 
You wake up and look outside the window, seeing the dawn rise on you as you estimate that you only have an hour until the sun shines through the beige curtains of your room. An hour before you have to get up and leave for work. 
You yawn audibly, and then you turn to face your boyfriend, Simon. He’s sound asleep, which is a first, especially since he’s usually up and running - years of serving in the military ingrained in him a sense of strong discipline, something that even soft domesticity cannot break him out of. He was always up by four o’ clock(maybe out of habit, maybe because he couldn’t sleep as well as he wanted, maybe because he had a nightmare he wouldn’t burden you with)  and he stayed in bed for ten minutes or more, until muscle memory forced him to leave the soft bed and take a cold shower to get himself awake. Then he’d eat a protein bar from the pack you had ordered for him the week before he was supposed to come home, and then he’d put on his running shoes (all clean and nice due to you) and he’d go for a morning run with his face covered with a black surgical mask instead of his usual balaclava or skull mask. 
He’d come back around six o’ clock, all sweaty and heaving as he sits down on the rickety armchair in the living room as he catches his breath. He’d look at the clock and notice the time, slowly making his way to the kitchen to brew two cups on Earl Grey tea and he carefully pours it into the mugs with cute puppies scribbled on them (you got them for a steal from a flea market, and all he could do when he saw your shopping bags was huff in amusement with eyes twinkling as he aids you into arranging the small trinkets, utensils and potted plants around the house). He’d take out your favorite cookies to serve along with the hot beverage, plating it up on the tray like you usually did and he’d enter your room again, softly running his scarred hand through your soft hair as he’d gently ask you to wake up and share some tea with him before the day begins. 
This small window of time, where you and Simon do nothing, speak nothing but let the tea and the love you have for each other warm you up was the highlight of the day for the both of you. 
Then he’d send you off to work while he busies himself with all the overdue handiwork needed around the home you share with him. Fixing creaky doors, mowing the lawn, putting nails in the wall so you can hang up more paintings, hooks - anything that would make this place more homely than he ever remembers it to be. On days you didn’t have work, you would stick around him - half a dozen steps away from him as he went around the house and worked to fill in the hours before lunchtime. Sometimes you’d make him lemonade to drink in the scorching heat, and other times you’d rope him in to watch a movie with you, only to end up sleeping on his shoulder as he gently shuts off the television and whisks you off to the bedroom, holding you in his arms and letting himself have the much-needed rest his brain refuses to let him have at night. 
If he wakes up before it’s evening, he’d gently urge you to grab some lunch, maybe an early dinner before curling up beside you while you read your book as you gently muss up his badly cut hair, promising to him that you’d help him fix the uneven cut he’s had to give himself while he was deployed. He hums contently, letting himself feel like he deserves this as he dozes off in the night. Like he deserves you. 
Today he does none of it. 
It is rare for Simon to sleep through the night uninterrupted, and even rarer for you to wake up before him. So you soak up this moment, hoping that the memory that follows it will do you justice as you try to remember the few times you got to admire your other half the way he usually gets to do with you. You count his soft eyelashes, your eyes squint as you look at his hair as the sunlight shines upon his head like a halo. Terrifying as he may be with his persona as Ghost, you were certain that this is another sign that Simon, your Simon, was nothing short of angelic. You sigh as you look at his crooked nose, broken by a very violent bar fight he had engaged into when he was young and brash and thirsting for senseless violence and blood. (He won the fight, despite his inexperience. He had told you so with a dry chuckle, and you tried not to let your amusement show through as you shook your head in disappointment)
You look at the scar that runs from his temple down to near his left earlobe, white and thin like lightning as if Zeus had struck this behemoth of a man for being mortal and still putting all the heroes of past eons to shame.  You look at his lips - pink, dry, thin and scarred, and you almost let your fingertips touch them as you memorize this rare visage of your lover. But you know Simon’s tired (oh so tired), and you’d rather give up on the opportunity to admire him than interrupt him when he’s finally asleep after fighting fruitlessly to finally rest for the past three weeks. 
However, your attempts at being quiet fail you anyway. 
Suddenly, as if he can almost sense your awake state,  his eyelids flutter and his breath picks up as he blinks awake. Brown pupils meet yours as he intently stares at you with sleep-laden eyes, his blonde eyelashes flickering whenever he tries to blink off the fatigue plaguing his weary bones. You smile at him kindly, letting your hand gently rest on his face as your fingers curl up into the blonde tufts of hair on his head. He leans into your touch, softly kissing the inside of your wrist as your fingers trail over his head, around his face. 
“Good morning, Simon”, you greet him softly, and his breath hitches slightly as he looks at the love you carry in your eyes for him. At the love that drips from every word you say to him. 
“Would you like me to make you some tea?”
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Note - I felt like writing some domestic fluff with our beloved Lieutenant right after watching Barbie, so here we are. Hope you enjoy.
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celenawrites · 7 months
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John Price sees you sit down on a chair and watches as your thighs quadruple in size and he's already imagining the wedding he'll have with you.
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celenawrites · 7 months
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fake marriage with Ghost on my mind rn...... 'marrying' Simon for a mission or maybe for protection, going undercover with him as you pretend to be his wife and he pretends to be madly in love with you....the domesticity that follows, the way he has his hands on your back as a protective gesture....the way he lends you a jacket when he notices you're cold in your flimsy little dress.....the way he's never had as much fun as he had with you, in a fake marriage of all things.....he cannot help but imagine what it'd be like if he actually was your husband....the fact that you make him wish, yearn to be yours......
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celenawrites · 9 months
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okay hear me out. accidental sugar daddy price.
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celenawrites · 6 months
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idk why but I think Soap would actually take NNN seriously. Like imagine him taking the piss with his lads off duty, and someone stupidly suggests doing NNN.....and Soap just agrees. He kinda wanna see how long he can last without you. But he barely lasts a week cuz you're just so pretty and he's so obsessed with you.....would probably just eat you out every single day he lasts to hear you moan for him, while humping the mattress for some relief - but making sure he doesn't cum in his pants.....
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celenawrites · 8 months
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thinking about merman!Soap falling for reader who studies Oceanology.
The reader is in her hometown, nostalgia filling her lungs with the smell of sandy beaches and saltwater, the coarse sea caressing her skin as she goes in for a dip every other day. Somehow, she meets Merman Soap and is fascinated by the possibility of how a creature that she had only ever heard about in fairy tales now exists in the flesh (and scales) in front of her.
Just imagine the yearning. How the initial curiosity for each other turns into the incessant craving for each other, needing to touch and kiss and hold each other until they're one soul. The anguish Johnny has to deal with when he has to confront the mortality of his beloved - the fact that he will outlast her life and her love as a result. How this makes Soap all the more selfish, ultimately making him cling to you and every moment he shares with you - scared out of his mind that every meeting you have with him will be his last.
You, who has to realize that you love someone who's otherworldly. This world has no place for someone like him - they'd prod at him and pose him around like a trophy and poke at him for their entertainment until they've wrung him dry. How you try to break things off and ensure that he never has a reason left to set foot on land by breaking his heart into a million pieces and vowing to yourself to never set foot into this accursed town - for Johnny's sake.
Soap is heartbroken when he realizes you have abandoned him, and left him just like that. But he's convinced that you're it for him - you are all he wants and all he needs to spend the eternal life he has been blessed with. Thanks to some help he had acquired from some ancient creatures whose real names were smudged off and their titles forgotten by dead tongues, he finally takes his first steps on the land with his newly acquired human legs. He knows you're scared - for him and for yourself, but silly girl, do you not know how much he loves you now? Do you really underestimate how strong he is?
He'd convince you, he has to. He will show you, don't you worry. You humans and your fickle worries - there's nothing that can come between you both, he will make you realize that. And then he'd claim you all for himself, his hands twitching with the need to hold you and bite you and mark you all for himself. You're all his, whether you realize it or not.
And when he makes you realize that, Johnny will be able to finally bring you home.
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celenawrites · 9 months
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TW - just a vent about fandom stuff.
I feel kinda sad about how some creators in the CoD fandom have now abandoned creating content for the game series due to the demanding nature of other fans who used to consume their content. (fics, art, etc)
Like, these artists/writers in the fandom write fanfics/create art, FOR FREE OF COST and dedicate SO MUCH TIME AND ENERGY to their craft despite not getting much in return, only to deal with senseless hate, ignorance, stupidity and get treated as content generation machines; instead of actual human beings with jobs and studies and friends and families that need their time and attention as well.
A lot of us folks who write or draw do this as a hobby. As an outlet for our creativity, and we find this community for the media we are currently fixated on and we create things inspired by it cuz it brings us joy. IT MAKES US HAPPY SO WE CREATE CONTENT FOR IT!!! And then to see the same fandom/community and their horrendous behaviour driving away the creators from the fandom and the media itself is just....sad. Very disheartening.
Like I miss so many of the creators who have just given up on CoD cuz of this issue. Their works have inspired me to start writing again. They make me wish I start learning how to draw and paint again too. Their works have touch my soul, and made me happy - gave me something to look forward to every day.
But I'd much rather they leave the fandom and take care of themselves and their life, than to succumb to this weird pressure fans and fan-content consumers put on them, y'know?
Plus recently, I've seen a lot of racist and stereotypical prejudices from some CoD fans (and even some creators). I know a lot of them are new to the fandom, I was too. But I took an active effort to learn more about this game series. (and it's an ongoing effort cuz I cannot afford to play the games so I have to settle for wiki articles, gameplays, and comics) And I see so many fans not give a shit about it. They treat these characters as blank canvases to fulfill their hypersexual fantasies. (I like me a good smut fic or two, don't get me wrong) But that just makes it impossible for newer fans to get to know more about the lore and the characters. I had just finished watching the campaign for MW, and let me tell you, there are so many complex missions, characters and storylines to explore and depict through fanfics, and it's insane so many people disregard it for their whimsies so easily. That will just stunt your growth as an artist/writer! Read up on the lore, watch the game plays(the OGs and the remakes!) , maybe even read the comics!!! I promise you won't regret it ever!!!
Also, please! For all that is holy, stop putting these complex fictional characters into restricted boxes and label them. That just makes them so one-dimensional. Like -
Soap is not always cheery and bubbly and your fellow bestie. Simon is not an abuser/emotionally dead asshole just because he has a hard time expressing his emotions like everyone else. König, despite the lack of storyline/lore we have on him, isn't an uwu social anxiety babygirl, damn it. Stop excluding Gaz from your HCs and fics! He's a complex man with so many interesting things to explore about his overall story and psyche as a part of 141. He's not always begging for Price's approval either, he can and has objected to how questionable their methods have been regarding their field/work. Stop excluding Gaz from 141 stuff! It makes you look like a POS, and a lot of the people who exclude him are doing so for....pretty racist reasons. As a POC, this shit sucks balls. Also stop stereotyping POC characters in CoD - Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria, Gaz, Farah....just stop. Their ethnicity or race should not deter you from writing about them in a way that doesn't come across as prejudiced and ill-informed.
Also, not necessarily a rant, but please consider/remember the fact that the military has always been a bit of a morally dubious field of work irl, and just cuz CoD is military-centric and features characters who work in the army or PMC and take out bad guys - that doesn't take away from the violent history military has and how they have contributed to the deterioration of many countries (mainly in the Middle East). Heck, even these characters in the CoD games have done extremely unethical things and employed treacherous methods in order to get the job done. These characters may be good people in fiction, but that doesn't mean that they have done great things or have always stayed morally pure. Explore the dubious nature of it all - explore how dark and harrowing it can be for them and for the people that unwittingly or knowingly get involved in their work. It's dark and twisted but it's crucial since it's inspired from our world and it's necessary for us as humans and as artists to explore such themes and analyse them! It's crucial for the soul!!!
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celenawrites · 9 months
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mhmmm thinking of biker! Simon 'ghost' riley and his amazingly smart gf who's a woman in STEM
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celenawrites · 7 months
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me after reading JJK manga leaks
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celenawrites · 9 months
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so like I finished watching the gameplay of COD:MW (2019) and I have some thoughts:
warning - spoilers ahead
Gaz is just....such a badass. And exploring his psyche - wanting to have the reigns over how he tackles the mission assigned to him but still feeling conflicted over the methods they have employed (getting hostages for interrogation with the Butcher).... it's just absolutely phenomenal. (I'm so gonna write about him more and explore his psyche more if given the chance. Like I want this man conflicted and battling his demons y'all.)
First of all, Alex Keller and Farah Karim definitely have something going on. Like you cannot tell me that those prolonged eye contact and the banter means nothing???
Alex is pretty af. His eyes and his hair and his beard....just, yeah. He's so pretty. (I'm definitely gonna read more fics with him in it)
Seeing Cpt. John Price in action was amazing. He's such a badass. An even better leader. His command, every move of his....it was so riveting to watch him lead and fight.
Seeing flashbacks of Farah and Hadir just added more heartache. Really resonates with how war can truly ruin your whole life. They both have been through a lot.
Seeing Price as a Lieutenant was....yeah. He's just so dreamy fr. And still as tenacious.
Also Price has a freckle on his nose???? Why have I not noticed it before??? Why has no one written about it in fanfics????? I-
I was not prepared for who actually stole the chemical/gas. How could you, Hadir?? (I do get why he did it, really. But that's something I will probably discuss another day.)
Watching Farah kill Barkov was so satisfying, fuck yeah.
Laswell....yeah <3
Also seeing that scene where Price finally approached Laswell and formed Task Force - 141 was really something. I was so hyped up fr.
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celenawrites · 4 months
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.....hi
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celenawrites · 9 months
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Okay, so the rumours about Elliot spoiling the MW3 game are just that. Rumours.
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celenawrites · 9 months
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runaway bride reader that hires mercenary ghost as her bodyguard to avoid getting married to some stuck up sod she doesn't like.....send post
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celenawrites · 9 months
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pride and prejudice but make it task force 141
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