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mindie-arts · 2 months
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Join him? 🍜🌱✨
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ghouljams · 22 days
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Soap refuses to wear condoms, insists he's tracking your cycle and everything will be fine. Except when you text him: "Good news I got my period" and his immediate response is: "How's that good news?" you realize you misunderstood what he was tracking.
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temeyes · 1 month
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won't be home for a few days! please look after this big guy for me!
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loveindefinitely · 3 months
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johnny 'what's mine is theirs' mactavish with an oblivious reader. task force 141 x reader.
-> polyamory, afab!fem!reader,
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when you first meet your boyfriend's friends, you see them as a good group of men. hard workers, maybe slightly jaded, but respectfully and generally funny. you can see why johnny seems to rant about them so much, and why he holds the other three in such high regard.
gaz is the first to talk to you. he compliments your apartment, the design -- comments on your hair, too. makes you smile wide and engage in light conversation, feeling nothing if not comfortable.
ghost -- the one johnny has talked about the most -- looks you up and down and gives you a short nod. that's all the recognition you get, before the towering man turns to talk to your boyfriend with little regard. you feel oddly jealous at the dismissal, and how animated johnny seems to be with the lieutenant.
price brings you in for a hug, brushing his lips over your cheek. it's a familiar gesture, one that sparks heat in your cheeks as his hand falls to your waist. when you look to johnny -- still in conversation with ghost -- his eyes shine with something you can't quite comprehend.
it isn't until you're all seated around your dining table, that johnny smoothly asks, leaning in to whisper in your ear,
"feel like sharin', gorgeous?"
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ohmygraves · 3 months
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it started off as a prank.
soap and gaz were fooling around, really. nothing too serious, not expecting much from it. hell, the account was in soap's phone. ghost didn't even know anything about it.
the two created a tinder account for the lieutenant, just to see what kind of people would be so inclined to message a masked man like him.
photos were taken candidly, most of it from soap's own stash (don't ask). something more serious was cropped from group pictures, from either the bar or during a mission. gaz thought of the introduction, with little embellishments to make it more ridiculous. the goal was to see how many would swipe right to the scary, masked lieutenant.
of course, the sergeants were surprised to see so many match notifications, to the point that soap's phone would just erupt with notification sounds, even during briefings. safe to say, the poor scot got in trouble, and ended up turning off the notification for the app.
most of the matches seems to be coming from a place of lust, a lot of requests of one night stands or fuck buddies (what is it with people who liked masked men, the two thought). many seemed very forward and to the point with what they wanted. it was ridiculous trying to scroll through the first messages and reading them one by one.
but then there's you.
you: hello, i feel like i've seen you before. are you staying at the base near (location)?
soap and gaz thought your first message was interesting. it could be that you knew the lieutenant somewhere, or had seen him at least once. you seem to be a real person too, judging from your profile. photos of you indicated as such.
gaz wanted to call it quits, ghosts you just like every other match that they received, but soap wanted to take it a step further, even if gaz was completely against the idea. bickering for a while, soap ended up sending a text, and that's how you started talking to "ghost".
ghost: yeah. do i know you from somewhere?
soap had expected it to be a flirting attempt, though he was surprised to see an actual answer.
you: oh, i think i've seen you a few times outside of the base.
you: i frequent the café nearby ^^
oh, you're so cute and innocent, soap kinda felt bad for lying now.
ghost: i see
ghost: perhaps i'll see you sometime too? ;)
soap got addicted to posing as ghost. the two of you texted back and forth during his break, sometimes even at night. soap stayed up and missed some sleep just for some elaborate joke that kept going and going, and gaz was just tuning into the drama too.
everything was fun at first, not everyday the scot got to roleplay as the lieutenant, especially since the man was such a dry texter. it was funny trying to come up with an awkward reply or even just flat messages when talking to you. you were just so nice and oblivious to it though.
soap nearly lost his marbles when you asked to meet up in the cafe near the base, and asked when it was possible. you knew that soldiers frequently are given a leave, so perhaps "ghost" would love to meet you when he had the time. the scot was sure that he went too far this time, earning "i told you so" look from gaz even when he's clearly also enjoying the shenanigans.
they decided that it's finally time to come clean to the man in question.
ghost, of course, was furious. not only that this was a violation of privacy, soap and gaz had wasted a random person's time because of some elaborate joke that went too far. now they even want to meet with him too.
soap thought that the only way to fix this was just to inform you as well. it was only fair as you're also affected by this. hell, he didn't even know that his "casual" flirting (which was a loose term considering ghost's texting habits that soap adapted for this roleplay) would be enjoyed by someone, even getting the lieutenant a date too. the scot insisted that you two still meet anyway, and that he would be there too to apologize.
ghost, of course, was definitely against it. he had been dragged into this against his will, and it's not like he had the time too. why would he entertain the two sergeants who got him into this mess—
but perhaps just a cup of tea with a beautiful person like you would be nice... perhaps...
reluctantly, ghost agreed to the date, letting soap talk to you to set up a time and place. while looking at your pictures and the past conversations, he didn't seem to mind that he's now on some sort of a blind date...
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alwaysshallow · 7 months
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fake dating with Soap will include him going "let's practice kissing. you know, so it seems more real." and him kissing you like you're the love of his life, leaving you both dazed and minds fogged up. then he does it again because "that wasn't quite right. lemme try again." and cue to both of you falling off the couch and kissing on the floor *giggling and kicking my feet at the thought of this*
anon. i had to write something more for this
"'st for practice. It has to look real." he begs you.
You start to think you don't really get the terms of this deal. As Soap determined the meaning of this fake dating thingy, it had to be strictly casual. Every little hug now and then, holding hands, casual kiss on the cheek so his aunts wouldn't suspect him of lying right in front of them (ironic, isn't it?). It worked at the beggining – to be strict, two birthdays, his aunt's and grandma's – but now, he's in your apartment, saying something about this relationship being fake.
"It... is, fake." you say, absolutely bamboozled, which causes Soap to groan and shake his head.
He invades your private space, as he traps you between his arms, his palms on the cushions beside you. If it wasn't a fake thing, you'd probably start making out with him, but it is fake. You have to be professional to not cross a boundary that you set for yourself.
"Come on, hen" his voice drops an octave; you shiver at the feeling of his cold fingers touching the side of your neck. "We have to kiss, eventually. Happy kiss, happy couple."
You want to correct him, but when your gaze crosses with his, his absolute blue, puppy eyes convince you. It's nothing. You've done worse things for the missions, almost had to sleep with the enemy for an intel. It's not like you can't do kissing practice for a simple friend.
The moment he kisses you, you know it's not going to be a practice. It's far from it, he kisses you so deeply, so sensually, like he was a man starved – maybe he is, just like he's a fighter when his tongue absolutely dominates yours, and he lets out a satisfied groan.
You really want to end this. You do, in fact, end it, when you pull away from the kiss, panting, when he looks at you. This look is different than the last; full of lust, there's nothing of that crystal, royal blue that was here a while ago. His pupils are almost black, and you gulp, backing off a little. Trying because he's at you again.
"That... wasn't quite right. Lemme try again, eh?"
Johnny absolutely kills the last willpower you had, when he grabs your neck forcefully, causing you to gasp at the sensation. His lips are hot on yours, and you two land on the floor eventually because there's not enough of space for him – your hiss of pain causes him to laugh at it, and it's the meanest laugh you've ever heard from him.
"Aww, yer ass needs a little kiss too? To hurt less?" he whispers the question right against your lips, when your cheeks are heating up. His actions speaks louder than words, though; his hand is at your ass, and you don't try to correct him.
It's just the beggining.
another brainrot about them
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cod-dump · 11 months
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Soap: So... you saw me eat that hot pocket I found in the garbage Konig: Yes Soap: Any thoughts on that? Konig: No Soap: Oh man, I like you
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petricorah · 1 year
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zuko alone pt 2
lovingly inspired by this [ids in alt]
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tactax-art · 1 year
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The cons of being able to fuck with dreams? You get blamed for everything...
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muckyschmuck · 3 months
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imaginary charisma (my gf's fake)
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temeyes · 8 months
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Slip-Up
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tanked-up · 4 months
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(Ghost and Soap on a “date”)
Ghost: Are we official or anything?
Soap: Well, let’s see… we first held hands romantically yesterday, we haven’t kissed-
Ghost: Yes we did-
Soap: Huh, When?
Ghost muttering: We’ve kissed… Soap
Soap: When!?
Ghost: You might’ve been a tiny bit drunk…
Soap: …
Ghost: I’m sorry-
Soap: Gotta kiss me again, LT
Ghost: Again?
Soap: Are ye’ hesitating…?
Ghost: What, no…
Soap: I mean, it’s a nice scenery, our first real kiss gets to be in front of the beach-
Ghost: A half empty lake, but go on
Soap: Here in our car
Ghost: The rusted Tank, but go on…
Soap: WILL YE’ LET ME BE ROMANTIC?
Ghost: I’M BEING REAL! In this case the best timing for a kiss might be at midnight, with you sneaking into my bunk and me making up an awkward confession or stalling, we get ourselves some whiskey or bourbon whatever you like, then you end up-
Soap: Have you been planning all of this…?
Ghost scoffs: I ain’t that desperate, Johnny
Soap mumbling: Yeah right…
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emasstars · 2 months
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soap pining over medic reader
idk if it’s a trope but i will call it one.
i love the “trope” where a fighter of sorts falls in love with a nurse or medic. makes me so giddy each time.
thinking of soap falling for the pretty new medic/nurse.
he used to hate going to the medical wing. those old nurses were always scolding him for how often he was getting hurt. he started refusing to visit the medical wing. he ignored the whispers that there was a new nurse. it’s only when he gets hurt during training, limping around base like a sad old man with a dislocated hip.
he’s practically begged to go visit the nurses, begrudgingly holding onto the wall along the way so that he doesn’t collapse. it’s not until he sees the pretty new nurse stressing over little old him that he realises what he was missing out on. he’s instantly head over heels, swooned as you look at him with such concern and care in your eyes.
he was doomed from the start. who couldn’t fall for someone like you? he starts visiting you over every small injury, throwing a fit if the pretty little nurse isn’t the one caring for him. he feels guilty, sometimes. no matter how many times he reassures you that he’ll be okay, you still have that constant furrow of concern in your brow. he wishes he could just kiss away each of your worries.
he can’t help but feel a bit jealous whenever he sees you care for someone else. you’re supposed to be his nurse. it takes him a while to admit to himself that it’s jealousy.
one night, long after hours, he goes to visit you. such had become a habit. he can’t stand when he can’t see you on certain days. when he finds you crying, he’s instantly thought that he’d done something, or that he’d have to break someone’s bones. instead, you were crying over some random soldier who was k.i.a. you weren’t even close to the guy, it just broke your heart.
he swore to you then and there that he wouldn’t turn up like that. he swore to himself that he’d be more careful. the idea that you might cry over him like that was one he couldn’t stomach. he had to, at the very least, go on a date with you before fate took him.
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alwaysshallow · 4 months
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kyle gaz garrick who, while fake dating you, gets you lots of stuff. insists on you "temporarily" living in his apartment, so the facade will be... easier. you weren't in a relationship before, so he wants you to accommodate with everything.
you're absolutely bamboozled and not really convinced to this idea, but it makes sense. it does, and you desperately want to convince your brother and all of your family that you actually are in a relationship. just for the wedding.
so, you agree and take your stuff to his place. everything seems alright, you two are getting along despite the awkwardness because he's basically in love with the idea of walking around apartment half naked; and you choke on whatever you have every time. it's hard not to drool, but you manage, ignoring playful twinkles in his eyes.
until your parents visit you and him in the morning hours; and kyle literally shoves you into his bed, and opens the door for them in boxers because that should do the trick.
i don't need to say how your father looks at him after this lmao-
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ghouljams · 5 months
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What is the Fandom uwu-soft-boy-ification of König? Is it not hotter to imagine he rolled over to grab a cigarette after sex and offered to call you a cab? Maybe he asks if you want some weed before you go?? Also sorry he ripped your underwear he'll venmo you for it.
Like???? The emotional detachment, the free sex on hand whenever he's in town, the way he gives you a crisp 100 euro note and tells you to grab something for yourself while you're grabbing condoms? Is the money legit? You don't know but it spends like it is so don't mind if you do. Is that not hot???
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unreliablesnake · 6 months
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I want you, but… [Ghost x reader (platonic)]
Summary: Ghost doesn’t like to see you date someone else. But when he has the chance to get what he wants, his common sense wins.
Note: We’re all sad bitches in this house (that’s me, I’m the sad bitch) so no happy ending. Ghost, I love you, but you’re an idiot. / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button.
Part 2
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Ghost usually isn’t the jealous type, but with you it takes very little to lose his cool. You’ve never been together, he knew he had no right to be mad at guys who flirted with you, he had no right to be angry with you for letting them, but it still happened sometimes.
One of the new doctors at base who treated your wound was really nice to you. Ghost was there, he volunteered to escort you to sick bay, making sure you didn’t collapse on the way, and when he saw the way the doc was looking at you, the kind, humorous way he was talking to you, he immediately knew what this was all about.
You didn’t seem to mind the attention, in fact you encouraged him by keeping up the playful conversation despite being in pain. Ghost took a hesitant step forward, planning to ask how you were, if he could bring you something, anything that could break the spell you were under, but he changed his mind last minute. He should keep his distance, he had no right to stand in the way.
He had been more irritated lately as he had been before. Johnny’s usual jokes simply went over his head, he didn’t even feel like being around others. You and that doctor got pretty close, pretty fast, and there was nothing he could do to stop this relationship from blooming.
Ghost picked up women for one night only, trying to forget you at least until he was fucking someone else, but all he could think about was you. Your smile, your laugh, your stupid sense of humor. He missed you, especially when you were both back home and there was no way for him to reach you.
All he could do was stalk you on social media. You barely posted photos of yourself, but when he saw a picture of you and–based on the size of the hand–a man clinking glasses at a bar probably, his heart sank. You were happy with someone else, feeling so confident about the relationship that you were ready to share it with your family and friends.
But then he checked the caption. “Sometimes ‘let’s stay friends’ isn’t an empty promise.”
He sat up in bed and reread the sentence. Did this mean you broke up? Hope filled his heart at the thought, even though he wasn’t sure how this could help him. He was your superior, the two of you getting together would cause a scandal for sure. Price wouldn’t be happy, the others might begin to believe he would play favorites with you, so everything pointed in the direction that you could never be together.
A few weeks later you were back on a mission together, and Ghost didn’t really know what to do. He was nervous around you, always carefully thinking about what to say before opening his mouth.
One evening Soap pulled out a bottle of booze from his bag, inviting the core team for a drink to relax a little. That one bottle turned into two, then three, the number growing because you were having fun together and apparently everyone brought something to drink just in case.
“So what’s with you and that doctor?” Gaz asked out of nowhere, almost causing the lieutenant to choke on his drink.
His eyes were glued to you, and your eyes traveled from one person to another until they locked with his amber ones. “It didn’t work out,” you admitted before turning to Gaz again. “Also, he’s going back to a civilian hospital. Less stress, he said. But I’m not sad or anything.”
“He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” Soap noted casually as he raised his glass.
Around one in the morning Price told everyone to go to sleep, saying they all needed some rest to sober up. While Price, Soap and Gaz left, you stayed behind with Ghost, your hands folded behind your back as you watched him with an anxious smile. The lieutenant didn’t really know what to say to you, so he decided to remain silent.
Even though he turned his back to you, he could still feel your gaze on him. “What is it?” he asked when he turned around to face you.
You inhaled then exhaled slowly in an attempt to calm yourself. But then you took a hesitant step towards him and said, “Are you happy that I broke up with him?”
“Why would I be happy?”
“You liked the photo I posted weeks ago. You know, the one about let’s stay friends. Also, there’s another thing,” you began, but you stopped talking. Ghost raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. “Peter told me something that made me think. He said you were giving him death glares ever since he first talked to me in your presence after I got hurt on the field.”
Fuck, he had noticed. It’s not like he tried to hide it, but he sure wasn’t expecting the doctor to pay so much attention to him. What was he supposed to say? That yeah, well, I’m sorry, but he wasn’t good enough for you? In the end he let out a long sigh and put a hand on the back of his neck.
“I hope he didn’t break up with you because of that,” he noted quietly.
You raised an eyebrow at this in question. “What makes you think he was the one who broke up with me? Maybe it was me who let him go.”
“Did you?” You nodded. “Why?”
“Maybe there’s a big, scary guy I would rather spend my time with,” you replied with a playful smile.
Ghost wanted to kiss you so badly it hurt, but he kept his urges under control. When he stepped a little closer to you, you did the same, and eventually you closed the gap between you. He reached out to push a stray strand of hair behind your ear, watching as your breath caught in your throat from surprise.
After gulping loudly, you reached out to take his hand. “Was he right? Do you like me, lieutenant?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m your higher-up, it wouldn’t work anyway. Go to sleep,” he told you, even though this was killing him.
He could see the signs. He could pinpoint the exact moment your heart shattered into pieces because of his response. Biting on your lower lip to stop yourself from crying, you nodded and left him standing there, making him hate himself more than ever before.
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