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erensonly · 2 months
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thinking about sweet data analyst!reader being quiet as a mouse always scaring the boys. scares them so much they think abt getting her a bell. lets get into some backstory bc this may be a mini series 😈
contains: extreme fluff, ooc writing, love is used as a pet name, no pronouns used, references to DV pls read at your own discretion.
you were the new data analyst for the 141. before, you only worked with Kate, gathering and analyzing data for her but she thought you would be so much more helpful to the task force since their old analyst had retired. you were hesitant at first, not really wanting to be around a group of men. why should you leave your comfort zone?
this did not work with laswell. she had taken you in after you stumbled to the gates of the base, attempting to stop crying to give them an explanation and sporting bruises on your face and hands. luckily she had been there to meet with john when she had heard the guards complaining about a crying woman refusing to leave. she had helped you in more than one way. even allowing you to stay with her until you could find a job and move by yourself.
when she had found out you knew your way around computers, her face lit up like a christmas tree, telling you she had the perfect job for you. you were hesitant to take the job, knowing the work she did involved the military, you didn't know if you wanted to take the job. you had tried to convince her that it was fine, but once laswell has her mind made up, that's it.
thats how you ended up here, wanting oreos. you didn't mean to scare them at first. they were a little scary and you wanted nothing to do with them at first.
you just wanted the oreos but ghost was in the way, facing the opposite way with his head in his phone. you stood there awkwardly at first,not wanting to ask the big man to move but you really wanted those cookies. you stand there for a bit debating if you'll wait for him to leave the room or grow some balls and just ask him to move. you decided on doing neither.
you made your way towards him as quickly as you could; the plan was to just reach up and grab the chocolate cookies so you could go back to your desk before ghost could say anything. trying to get closer to the cabinet, you find yourself pushed up against the counter, a large hand wrapped around your wrist. when he realized it was you, he let you go with a big sigh. "scared the shit out of me. when did you get in here?"
"uh.. not too long ago." that was all you could muster, the man was too intimidating. you awkwardly shuffled towards the cabinet with the cookies and reached up to get them. mission accomplished, you thought to yourself. slithering back to your desk, you leave ghost stunned and only able to mutter a quick "bloody hell" before going back to his phone.
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the next time you interact with the 141 outside of working it's with gaz. from the small conversations you had, he seemed very nice with a kind smile and calming aura. this time you were trying to make your way to price's office to give him a manila folder with the information he requested. you had walked to the door but heard talking, maybe he was busy. you decided that you would wait to give him the folder so you wouldn't have to speak to whoever was in the office.
it felt like time was going so slow and by the time the person had walked out, you were leaning against the corner of the wall, head against the wall in a way that you had have to almost round the corner to be able to see you. you looked up, and the man look like he just had a heart attack. clutching his chest like he was clutching his pearls and purse and breathing heavily. "Jesus, love,gotta say something. have you been waiting out here long? you could've just came in, y'know?" all the questions were becoming overwhelming when you just gripped his lips to silence him.
it took his look of surprise and a bit of thought to realize what you did. you had just grabbed the lips of a soldier. not just any soldier but a heavily decorated soldier who was apart of The john price's task force. he could kill you faster than you can say you're sorry. "oh my god, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to, you just kept talking and i didnt know what to do. please don't kill me." you had finished your mini rant only to see him doubled over in laughter. he was in tears.
"did you just silence me?" he asked between laughs. you didn't understand what the hell was funny, this man is going to kill you. while he was still laughing and trying to get soap on the phone, you tiptoed into price's office to give him the folder, telling him that if he found you dead on base it was gaz before scurrying out of his office. john was left looking confused because he had just heard kyle laughing a few seconds ago.
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next was soap. sweet, sweet soap. he genuinely did his best to welcome you into their group, but you didn't really seem interested. he eventually just took any interaction you two had and replayed it in his head over and over again. you were just so sweet, how could he not? you still got lost on base sometimes since everything was one monotone grey and everything looked the same. and it was just your luck that the only people around were new recruits and other people you never spoke to. turning, you see soap heading toward the mess hall.
when you sped up to catch him, he's surprised. he even did that cartoon cat jump they do before running off. he started saying something in a language you don't understand when you cut him off. "not sure what you're saying but i agree. anyway, where's the gym? i need to ask ghost a question." he was shocked to see you turn around and wait for him to lead the way. he couldn't help the smile that came across his face. such a hasty girl; you always said everything you needed to say as fast as you could before turning away, giving him a look at allat movement back there.
he laughed again before helping you find ghost. and you still don't get why these men find you so funny. there is nothing funny about them being so scary.
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lastly, we got my husband john. he was made aware of your situation and why you acted the way you did before you started working under him. he couldn't help but think you were a sweet, hard working little thing. never with much to say, and so skittish. he may have told you that he doesn't know how to access the files on his computer just so he can see you come to his office with a folder. is it a crime to want to see such a sweet face?
john had told you he would like to see you after debriefing and that he would just let you know. but you had already finished your work of the day an you spent your free time playing whatever games you could access on your computer. you eventually started to feel restless so you decided to sit in price's office until he got there. there was a couch in a corner of the room, worn but comfortable. you could imagine the boys laying on the couch talking mindlessly to john.
you had sunken into the corner of the couch, curling up in a way that you would have to step completely into the office to see you sitting there. it had been a good 10 minutes of sitting in silence before you heard footsteps approaching the door. you couldn't hear exactly what was being said, but it sounded like john was on the phone. he, not long after, walked into the room, holding his phone between his shoulder and ear with a stack of folders in his hands.
"-exactly. yeah i'll be on it right away. bye." and as he's turning around, you're sitting up straighter and he yells. and i mean one of those old people, "help i've fallen" type of yelps; and he drops his files on the floor. you just give him a blank stare.
"good God. when did you get in here?" you just shrug, brushing over the question. "what was it that you needed from me sir?" that's when he knew, you were going to be the death of the 141. literally.
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chosaya · 11 months
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Boyfriend! Hobie brown who’s the biggest to tease sometimes. He knows you get annoyed at his playful jokes and you start cursing at him sometimes, Hobie just has that same cocky smile plastered on his face before kissing you.
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“Would you let someone you hate kiss you?” He asks, smirking at you. You could tell he was enjoying teasing you about hating him despite his playful tone.
"No," you replied back, trailing off and crossing your arms over your chest. You avoided his gaze and looked around the room, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it out loud.
He reaches out, his fingers gently grazing your cheek as he pulls you close. He looks into your eyes and whispers, "Exactly." His lips press against plump ones and you melt into his embrace, knowing there is nowhere else you'd rather be.
“You hate when I tell you I’m always right, love. ” He winks back at you, grabbing your face to kiss you again this time a deep sensual kiss.
"Shut up!" you protest at your boyfriend, who still has the teasing grin plastered across his features. "You know I hate it when you tell me you're always right" You push him away, but he grabs your face and kisses you deeply. You can't help but kiss him back, and you know that he's right.
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Expect him to very affection towards you, kisses and word of reassurance every time he comes back home. He would do anything for you cause he loves you so much.
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He’s love spoiling you whenever you to go out on dates even buys you the most luxurious dress to wear to, Hobie wants to make always make you feel special to him.
Boyfriend! hobie who is always the first one to get up and he never fails to show his unconditional love for you. Every morning, he wakes you up with a tender kiss on the forehead and a gentle whisper of "I love you" before he prepares a delicious breakfast for the two of you. He even buys you a bouquet of flowers every now and then to make your day even more special.
Boyfriend! Hobie treats like you princess there not a thing he wouldn’t do your happiness and well-being.
Boyfriend! hobie brown who loves doing wash days with you. he knows how stressful it can be to when it’s come to different hairstyles and taking down your own briads/locs/ etc.
He’s giving you a full shoulder massage afterwards to knowing they’re hurting after the wash and taking down your hair, and a forehead kiss.
Boyfriend! hobie really is the best boyfriend you could have.
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cyancherub · 2 years
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hey🙂 so every once in a while i remember that we're mutuals so i wanna ask a question or two if that's ok. how do i get more interaction? like i wanna talk to ppl too but they be shy. i only get interaction when i posted that one poor ass smut. thx🖤
hey!!! omg you changed your url i love it!!
AHHHHFBVFDB im not a great person to ask i think because i’m quite bad at initiating conversations myself BUT i would say .. the main thing i try to do is reply to as many asks, comments, etc as i can which i think encourages more ppl to reach out !!
i also shitpost a lot LMAOO just talking to myself sort of and i think maybe that makes ppl more comfy to talk to me? i talk in the tags of reblogs a lot too !!
but don’t feel discouraged ! i also see the most interaction after i post fics and my inbox actually used to be really quiet until recently!! the most consistent interactions i have are with mutuals who ive built friendships with over time usually on here and on discord and with ppl who are regularly in my inbox ,, i think stuff like that just comes over time !! you can also try joining discord servers if that is your thing!
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peachy-momos · 2 years
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Heyyy I wanted to participate in your Let Love Bloom collaboration. I wanna do Gojo with a red carnation bc i want angst rn
Hi!! Yes of course you can! Thank you:) I’ll put it down right away!
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erensonly · 2 months
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You know how ghost always has his mask on, what would be reader reaction seeing ghosts face for the first time but in a way she doesn't know its him and she goes like "who the fuck is that??? 🤨🤨🤨🤨"
🍒anon
butcher shop buddies (simon riley x reader)
i dont know why i laughed so hard at this. thanks for the ask!! oh can i call you cherry-berry anon?
warnings: fluff, ooc ghost, not proofread sorry, use of 'pretty' and 'cute', no use of pronouns but i may use them in future parts, dad joke, probably incorrect butcher information, i was hungry writing this.
please feel free to message me and let me know if i missed any warnings
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maybe reader is a civvie and she frequents this one particular butcher shop so you can get meat packages for cheap. this is the first time you see ghost. he's standing in front of the case of meats trying to determine which cut of steak he wanted, while you were there seeing if the people on tiktok were serious about meat packages being cheap. groceries are getting too expensive and you wanted to try your hand at birria tacos.
while taking a look around, you didn't notice the larger man inching closer to you. "d'ya know which cut you're looking for?" naturally, you flinch an take a step back. what is this mammoth of a man doing bending down to your level to help you look for meat? but his accent is silly but pleasing to listen to, so you give him a vague answer. "kinda," you say with a shrug.
"i heard they do these packages of meats that can last me a while. and i've been craving birria tacos, so i need beef for that as well." he silently just leads you to the other side of the case and starts talking to the man standing there. it's like they've known each other for a while. you tune them out to make sure you have everything else checked off of your mental grocery list. when you tune back in, the butcher is slicing some meats up and the man was still standing there.
"thank you so much for your help." this was directed at both men, but only the butcher responded with a "you're welcome" while the other man just nodded at you, before taking his purchase and leaving the store. what a strange man.
this is how you guys started to see each other at least once a month at the same butcher shop/supermarket. he had introduced himself to you as ghost before telling you that you could call him simon. he was actually a kinda funny guy. easy to misunderstand his jokes if you dwell on it too long, but also easy to laugh at if you share the same sense of dry humor. he didn't have much to say at first, cracking jokes at the wrong times, but other than that, there was nothing else for him to say.
i feel like ghost doesn't stop yapping around people that he's comfortable with. like he talks about everything and nothing at the same time. this is how you came to find out that he was in the military, he has family but they're the men from his task force, he travels for work often, and knows every dad joke to ever exist. he's a simple man.
he thrives on routine and familiarity. he makes it a habit to meet you once or twice a month at the shops, go grab a coffee -tea for him- and have a good conversation before going about his day. you ask for his number so you can communicate with him outside of your mini meet-ups and he agrees. now you send whatever meme made you laugh that day and a picture of what you were doing, and he sends you a joke of the day and picture of what he was doing.
he liked getting your cute selfies showing your outfit of the day, or the puzzle you finally completed after losing a piece a month ago, or his personal favorite pictures of you cuddled up with your cat pawl.
i feel like simon is a dog person outwardly, but he didn't realize how much he actually liked cats because he never had one growing up. so seeing you all cozy and pretty with your cat trying to escape your kiss, simon felt like he finally had something to look forward to. now he wanted you to see him for him.
when you walk into the shop, you're expecting simon to be waiting at the counter like he always did, chatting it up with his butcher friend. but instead, you see a blonde man with a black medical mask on talking to the butcher. maybe he's just late.
you walk to your normal spot to wait when the man turns to you and speaks. "how ya doin' today, love?" it startled you. who is this man and why is his voice familiar and why is he so attractive. "who the hell are you?" you couldn't help the confusion on your face; why is he talking to you. he just laughs and laughs, obviously finding your confusion hilarious.
"what did baby corn say to mama corn?" you were more confused. who's baby and mama corn? "go on," you encourage.
"where's pop corn?" this set you off. laughing louder than you probably should. "simon, how are you, darling?" you both had endearing names for each other even though you were just friends. it just came naturally.
"hungry. wanna stop at this one diner i know? they have amazing burgers."
that's how you find yourself eating a cheeseburger with simon who has taken his mask off by now. he was a very attractive man, not that you doubted it before. sharp square shaped jawline, crooked nose from being broken too many times, beautiful honey brown eyes contrasted by his long blonde lashes. he had a mole on the side of his nose, and scars on his face but they only added to his ruggedness; his attractiveness.. it didn't help that he was 6"4 with big strong arms, nice sized pecs, and on the rare occasion he would send you a mirror selfie without a hoodie on, you could see through his shirt that he had a nice soft belly. (my personal favorite build)
you were glad he was comfortable enough with you to be willingly vulnerable with you. maybe this relationship could escalate so much more.
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should i make more parts to this? i already have a few ideas.
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erensonly · 2 months
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ok hear me out…
the boys of 141 are on leave. the lead on their investigation ran dry, and any intel they had was faulty so price decided that they should just relax until they get something else. why not?
soap and gaz sees a streamer hire a professional cuddler and they think it’s absolutely hilarious so they try and see if they can find one for ghost. only problem is, that man isn’t a cuddler and he sure as hell won’t want some stranger to be in his bed, so they think of the perfect person.
you, his ex-girlfriend.
things ended off on a good note, if not slightly bitter. it was mutual, you couldn’t handle waiting in silence for months to see if your partner would make it home alive and he couldn’t deal with the idea of leaving you alone so you called it quits. you guys are still close and you’re still listed as his next of kin.
when you get the group text from johnny and kyle, you’re surprised at the idea but not at the fact that they thought of doing something like this. it was a joke but there was also underlying meaning that people only simon is close to knows, and he never told them explicitly they just learned to read him.
you agree after getting spammed with calls, facetimes, texts, and even emails (don’t ask how they got your email).
simon’s so surprised when he comes home from the pub to see you laying in his bed all cozy watching some random show you found. even dressed in his shirt how you used to be when you guys dated.
maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.
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erensonly · 2 months
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ok so barry posted his wife and his mom for mother’s day (not for us americans i almost panicked) and i went to his moms account bc i’m nosy, and she calls him baz🥹 that is so cute.
now i’m thinking abt cute nicknames to give price. any thoughts?
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erensonly · 1 month
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just a cute little snippet of what i've been working on. im not dead. wanna guess who this is about?
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erensonly · 2 months
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Moving is a bitch.
This was your only thought as you turned onto the street you would now be living on. Moving to England was a big decision that you had no choice but to make. From familial issues, to weird ex-boyfriends, you got tired of living in the States and wanted a change of scenery. The goal was to live a quiet, normal life and hopefully make some new friends.
Making the last turn to get into the driveway, you’ve finally arrived to your new home. You found it last minute but it was a good price that no one else was offering. The downside, though, is that you have to fix up whatever the previous owners hadn’t fixed, but considering that you now owned the home, you didn’t mind having to fix things up. Just have to worry about how to pay for it. You kinda have it planned out. Thankfully the previous owners were just doing their best to get rid of the house, they offered to help you get a remote job and they even helped find a furniture company that didn’t charge much for the furniture, delivery, and to put the furniture together. You truly didn’t know what you would’ve done without this lovely couple helping you out.
Hopping out of the your car, you took a look at the house. Not too bad, you thought. The house was a beautiful cobblestone cottage with a stone pathway, overgrown weeds and small flowers growing in due to the spring weather finally coming in. Looking at the house, it wasn't horrible. Just repairs. Lots and lots of repairs...
There was a patch of white lily of the valley flowers, more overgrown weeds, some even starting to grow along the house. The house has a nice sized front yard, and if you look to your right you notice a similar cobblestone cottage - in better condition, of course. (i know nothing abt flowers so if these dont grow in england... yes they do)
You were excited but nervous for this move, more-so excited. A new environment with new people sounded so intriguing so you moved the second you finished saving the money you needed. Maybe should've planned it a little better, but that doesn't matter. Making this cottage your new home is the goal.
You go up to the door and take a breath. This is finally it; its like the final confirmation you needed that you finally did it.
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The house wasn't bad on the inside, nothing decorations and a good clean can't fix. The living room and kitchen had been furnished by the previous owners, (they just left their own furniture). Not bad just a bit dated as they were a bit older than you. The only problem now was getting all your things inside. You didn't want anyone knowing you had gone, so you packed your things quickly, just shoving things in boxes and bags that you had lying around. You had barely been able to get them in the car.
You had already walked outside and popped the truck. What you hadn't noticed is the tall man standing on the porch of his house. You were clearly struggling so he had sauntered over, quietly. Too quiet.
"Need a hand?" You hear a deep voice ask from your right. Flinching, you drop the box out of your hand, backing away from him.
"Apologies, love. Didn't mean to scare you." He was a big man. Like.. huge. Over 6' tall, a strong sturdy body from year of working, muttonchops covering his thin lips, and beautiful lagoon blue eyes that looked kind and inviting. His eyes were crinkled, a smile maybe.
"No problem, should've been paying attention." You smile and introduce yourself, shaking his hand and him doing the same. His name is John. Joh Price. You reluctantly let him help you but not letting him go further than the living room. It didn't take long as you didn't bring much with you. When he finished bringing in the last box - he insisted that he should bring in the boxes so you didn't hurt yourself or whatever - he put it on the floor with ease, telling you that was the last one.
" Thank you so much, I really appreciate it. Is there anything I can do to repay you?" He smiled again, crows feet appearing in the corners of his eyes. He was honestly the finest man you think you've ever seen. Whatever he wanted he can get you aint hear it from me tho.
"It's no problem, really. Pretty lady like you shouldn't have to lift boxes anyway." This left you feeling flustered, not used to this type of attention, and Lord knows your pathetic excuse for an ex-boyfriend didn't. You just smiled and nodded, feeling a bit awkward, but you were going to repay him whether he expected it or not. You already started planning what you were going to do for him.
"Well, thanks again. See you soon?" He nodded in agreement and started making his way towards the door, letting himself, but not before flashing one last kind smile and gently closing the door. You couldn't help but feel giddy about the small interaction even though your subconscious was kicking you for letting a stranger inside your new home. But he just seemed so.. inviting and the authority that he naturally holds. There was no way you were going to turn him down.
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A few hours later, you were somewhat settled. Some potted plants from home in some window sills and on the table in the living room, clothes folded and put away in the closet of your room, and your jewelry displayed in a pretty box. Not a bad start. The biggest problem is you don't have a bed yet due to you ordering the furniture online and the shipment being delayed an annoying amount of times. Curse your last minute planning. But you have a temporary solution. Pop into the shops to grab a few groceries to last you until you could go full out shopping, grab some quick meals for supper, and grab an air mattress to last you a few days until your furniture came in.
Grabbing your phone, you finally check your notifications, so many filing in on the screen. Some unimportant emails, a text from your mom, another from your sister, and too many for comfort from your ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend. You don't know why they haven't been blocked yet. Maybe it's because you want answers as to why your boyfriend and best friend decided to sneak behind your back, or maybe it's so you can come up with something good to say so you can send it and block them before they can respond. The world may never know.
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erensonly · 2 months
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pls feel free to send requests or talk abt random things. i’m bored as hell but i don’t have the mental capacity to write an actual full on fic. get creative
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erensonly · 3 months
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Cute little snippet from the neighbor!john fic thats been done a billion times and way better than im abt to write it, but i cant help myself. Hoping to push and finish this while healing from this horrid back pain
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erensonly · 2 months
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Neighbor!John x Reader
Masterlist
Chapter 1
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erensonly · 1 month
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i’m so annoyed that it’s making me sad. i read this fic that was being hyped up for the angst only for me to read it and the angst is over after a few paragraphs and reader is forgiving him… HE JUST LEFT YOU TO DIE AND DIDNT COME SEE YOU AND YOURE CRYING AND HUGGING HIM AFTERWARD?! bitch pls.
i’m abt to jump
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erensonly · 1 month
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i just got catfished bro… idk if y’all know but i have beef with konig. anyway, i’m reading this fic and the reader is exploring a masked man’s face underneath a mask after teasing that they were gonna look under the mask.. the whole time i’m thinking i’m reading about simon.. it was abt konig. i’m abt to jump😭
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erensonly · 2 months
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reader joins 141 or is close to them somehow and ends up getting super close to soap to the point that they start calling her soap 2.0. then they come up with a name for her.. bubbles! and together her and soap are The Suds. or Scrubbing Bubbles lmfaoo
this just came to mind and i honestly love it.
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erensonly · 2 months
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I've been sitting on that john fic bc its lowkey ass and i didnt know if i wanted to keep adding. I think shorter chapters will work with my inability to sit and do one thing for too long; and writing long chapters never turn out good for me. so hopefully this new writing style actually motivates me to write more like i've been saying i would for the past year lol
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