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wombywoo · 1 month
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retired 🩶
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vampyre-boyfriend · 10 days
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(wedding planning)
Soap:"your dad? Duh."
Ghost:"He's dead."
Soap:"Oh my fucking god he Is literally right there. I don't care if Price and you got in a fight he's still your dad and I want him in our wedding."
Price:"I- I'm not his dad?"
Soap:
Gaz:"Bullshit."
Roach:"Biggest damn lie I've heard all month."
Soap:"Womp Womp, you're not getting out of the wedding."
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tanked-up · 4 months
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Soap: We’ve all got issues
Gaz: Sum got daddy issues
Soap sitting on top of Price hugging his waist: What makes you say that
(Gaz sighs and stares at Ghost who’s besides Soap watching everything unfold)
Ghost muttering while holding his composture: That should be me
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milkydough · 1 year
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Soap's dad is hot
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cod-dump · 8 months
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Teen!Gaz: *watching teen!Ghost nervously talk to teen!Soap while fidgeting and blushing*
Teen!Gaz: Fucking weirdo failing to flirt with my best mate… god he’s pathetic
(Later that same day)
Teen!Soap: Kyle… I think I like your brother
Teen!Gaz: Hurt him and I’ll stab you with my pick comb
Teen!Soap:
Teen!Gaz: I’ll let your imagination tell you wear I’ll stab you
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atopvisenyashill · 3 months
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not to keep harping on but definitely the complaint i see that really sticks in my craw is that the only reason or the main reason robb planned to banish catelyn to seaguard was because of their argument over jon. it’s certainly a factor but they have spent the entire war arguing over every decision robb makes! ned tells robb “keep your mother in your council” but robb really does not! he has her there, yes, he lets her speak, yes, but oftentimes he will disregard her advice without any appeasement, misstep badly, and be worse off politically in the exact way she warned him of. she’s not the only person he blows off - he’s not exactly nice to edmure either, for example - but cat is right when she suspects there’s an element of “kings are not supposed to have mothers” and “wedded to his war" and she clocks this long before the argument over jon! robb tries to get rid of her at the beginning of a clash of kings when all cat has done is urge him to continue peaceful negotiations with the lannisters!
robb is angry because he’s in over his head and he knows it, and it's got very little to do with jon! robb is losing this war and his best friend was the son of a man who crowned himself and lost the war!! robb knows exactly what’s going to happen to the north if he loses and despite everything, he cannot seem to win despite being a near prodigy in battle tactics. and here his mother has been this whole time, fighting him on every front - just like the lords but he cant punish them for disagreeing can he? - and being so frustratingly right about more things than his lords, and now they’re picking at this wound in their family that has never been allowed to heal and a lot of resentment that both robb and catelyn are feeling at their general situation gets focused in on each other. this is such a tully thing too (pls remember these are canonically unpleasant people!) because look at lysa projecting years of resentment onto sansa, look at the entire cat, hoster, edmure situation, or even hoster & blackfish’s relationship. family is so important to them but in times of stress, “doing everything for family” becomes an anchor pulling them down, until the only thing left is to lash out at each other.
most of the lords are happy to let this nonsense play out! catelyn does not even have the privilege maege & dacey mormont do at being head of their own house - she’s just a wife, just a mother, just a first born daughter. when she disagrees, they don’t see an equal arguing with them, they see a woman sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. they do not give a single solitary shit about like, ~the plight of bastards~ they just believe, like robb, that sansa is currently “tainted” by her marriage to a lannister and can’t be allowed to inherit, that arya is dead, that the boys are dead, that jeyne is not yet pregnant, and a bastard boy castle raised who looks like ned is better than no boy at all (see edric storm, addam of hull, and larence snow). these men have not spent the last fourteen years cooking in their resentment over this situation the way catelyn and robb have!
jon is a reason. but so is rickard karstark, jaime lannister, willem lannister, tion frey, renly baratheon, walder frey, and theon greyjoy. ned is a reason as well, and bran, sansa, rickon, arya, hoster, edmure, perhaps even lysa and sweetrobin. jon is the final straw but robb isn’t (only) sending catelyn away because of some righteous fury on his brother’s behalf! he’s sending her away because she is an easy, socially acceptable target for all his frustrations and failures and fears that he can project on, and punish, in a way he cannot punish his enemies, his lords, or himself.
and catelyn is as always very aware of the deeper motivations in her son’s mind, and resentful that she doesn’t have the power to push back; she’s just a mother, after all.
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callsign-bunnie · 1 year
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Some more tweets while I take a micro break from serious writing
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baohanhanesel · 2 months
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Father TF141 & GN Reader
Summary: You've got night terrors... They are a witness.
Every character's scenario is individual.
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You were sleeping soundly. Until you felt eyes watching you. You wanted to open your eyes but your body rejected the offer very quickly. Your eyes kept shut, but the feeling of being watched kept you uncomfortable. You felt a cold shiver run down your spine, making you flinch and open your eyes. You barely manage to open them halfway, and your vision was blurry, you couldn't make sense of anything. The feeling overwhelmed you, and you wanted to leave your room. But your body rejected it too. You tried to move. You tried to open your mouth. Nothing worked as the panic arose within your chest. Your lungs burned in your need for a scream. You needed to call for help, but your mouth would not open.
Your eyes started to force themselves closed shut. You tried to fight against it. But they were too heavy, and by the time they closed you felt pressure on your neck. The cold pressure scared you shitless, but you couldn't move. You couldn't scream. Your breath got heavy, you tried to breath frantically. Your breath coming short, and making your head spin.
If you breathed more. If you were quick enough, maybe something someone would notice and come for your help.
You clung into the bedsheets beneath you and finally managed to grasp on it. You took a sharp breath in, and let out a silent chocked out scream. You sounded like you were getting strangled, with your eyes closed shut and now with the wetness what you presumed was tears on your cheeks.
Simon Ghost Riley was just passing by your bedroom, to check up on you while he was up to pour a cup of tea for himself. While he walked through your door, he caught the glimpse of your uneven breaths. The moment he saw you trying to breathe he was already by your bedside. He watched your closed eyes, and wanted to snap you out of it. Fast.
He let his heavy hand rest above your chest slowly. He grounded you with the weight of his hand and kneeled by your bed. The moment you felt his warm touch on you, you could breath. The thing snapped away, and you blinked the tears away. You sat up, wheezing for air.
"Dad!" You gasped, and immediately jumped on his neck. He held you just as fast. His arms hugging you close. He slowly sat up and propped himself up on the bed with you, holding you close to his chest as you came down from the shock. He knew what night terrors were like. The similar taste of mud in his mouth woke him up many times. They were caused by stress and past trauma. He experienced them a lot before he had you. Sometimes he still had them... But not as often. You changed it for him.
He cradled you, watching you cry to his chest. He didn't speak a single word. You had to calm down first.
"Dad... Can I sleep in your bed for the night..." You barely managed the words in your state of exhaustion. He nodded dutifully, grabbed your pillow and held your hand.
"Let's go, love. Need a cup of tea before we tuck in?"
"Yeah..." You sniffled, and held his hand tight while he led you out of your nightmares.
John Soap Mactavish woke up when he heard the sound of your strangled voice. He was a military trained soldier. A SAS soldier. He always slept on alert mode. It was almost an instinct, the way he was up on his feet and the record time he was in your room. He saw your white knuckles, clutching on your sheets while you cried and choked. He woke Ghost up many times from night terrors. These episodes of his were shit and he almost always got hit by the man. Unconsciously, sure. But his life flashed before his eyes because of that.
Though somehow the possibility of you hitting him or thrashing yourself didn't cross his mind before he ran to you and hugged you. His arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders. He shook you awake.
"Dad- Dad Dad Dad!" Your incoherent blabbering dug into his heart. Your hands flew up to clutch on his arms instead.
Safe to say your nails probably left scars behind from how tight you were holding into him as if he was your savior. And he was.
"Shh... Shhh. Lovie I am here. Dad's here." He pulled you close, and kissed your hair. You cried against him, and he kept talking you out of it.
"You are okay. I gotcha. Safe in dad's arms, yah? Let's go to m'bed" He propped you up and gave you a few seconds before helping you up on your feet.
"Dad... I couldn't breathe" He knew. He hugged you close and guided you out of the room with him. Taking you away from the place you experienced your, in his guess, first episode in.
"I know," His arms were warm. He always ran warm. It comforted you. "Those can happen, yar fine. A bi' stressed, 's all?"
You nodded your head, and let yourself flow. He'd keep you safe.
Kyle Gaz Garrick woke up with the sound of your sobs. He approached your room silently, he wanted to give you privacy but also was curious why you were crying. He peaked through the doorway, and saw you choking. You could have as well been choking on your spit, so he was quick on action.
He held you up, made you sit up and turned you on your stomach. He called your name, frantically.
The abrupt action made you gasp and shrike. You let your head hit the sheets, letting the sheets go and tilting your head up right after. "Dad"
Your voice showed him you weren't choking anymore. He exhaled, mumbling your name. "Sweet girl/boy, I am here. What happened?"
"I thought it was a nightmare." Your breath was getting even. "I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move. Felt like someone was trying to kill me..."
The words sent chills down his spine, he held you. Arms around your back, locking you into the safest and most comfortable hugs of all time. "No one will ever do that to you. Not when I am in this house... Ever, dear. I promise you that. I am here with you, I got you."
And true to his words, you'd never be harmed.
You sniffled, calm at last. He laid you back in your bed after, running his finger in your hair and then ruffling it.
"if you want to, I can stay in your room till you sleep? I'll grab my tea cup."
"Thanks..."
And he did. He stood by you and watched over you. Until you fell asleep. And after that. He didn't leave your room until it was sunset.
Captain John Price heard your discomfort, your tears and the shallow breaths. He was in your room within a heartbeat, noticing your state he approached you slowly.
"Love?" He called your name, and slowly set his hand on your hair. He petted your hair, and watched the furrow of your eyebrows slowly relax. He wiped your tears away with the back of his fingers, so gently.
He did his best to not startle you or wake you up. Waking you up completely from a night terror might scare you. He knows. It could lead to bad things such as you developing a sleeping disorder, even. So he does his absolute best to soothe you while you sleep.
He steadies you, and watches as your breath stabilizes. Your tears gone and hands loosely laid on the sheets.
He takes a good look at you, and leans down to press a kiss on your forehead. His beard would probably tickle you awake if he wasn't as gentle. He looked at you worriedly, but didn't make a scene out of it.
He silently left the room and occasionally came to check on you during your sleep. He checked on you five times, and didn't get a blink of sleep. And in the morning you didn't even remember experiencing such a thing.
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forestshadow-wolf · 7 months
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Ghost who used to hate his face because he looked so much like his father. But now he doesn't because he knows that if his father was still alive he would be severely displeased in everything about who he is now, and simon delights in that thought. Because "fuck you dad!" And look maybe everything that happened to him would have still happened, or maybe I'd have been different. But he does know that right now, in the present, that he has an amazing captain that he trusts with his life, a best friend who he would do just about anything for, and the best partner anyone could ever ask for.
So whenever he feels self conscious about his face, and the mask feels glued to his face, he just remembers last night's movie night. Or the spontaneous dance party from last week. Or getting to kiss his Johnny.
He reminds himself of watching john mulaney from the bottom of a dog pile. Or learning stupid line dances because apparently none of them know how to line dance. Or stargazing and telling stupid, made-up stories about the stars that he knows nothing about. Or he remembers dancing in the rain with a giggling soap. Or the tumble into bed that had both him and his partner kissing every part of each other. Or chasing gaz around the commons room because he stole his mask. He remembers soap grinning at him whenever they spar.
And then he remembers that he really likes his face. Because everything that he knows now, would make his snake-kissing, snake of a father have a heart attack. He knows exactly how if his father was alive, he'd try to beat the crap out of him for getting to be happy. But he also knows that he, or price, or gaz would have no problem laying his ass out on the ground. And he knows that, if given the chance, soap would have delighted in torturing the hateful bastard. He knows because he watched him gently, almost lovingly, press flowers to his mother's grave, his brother's, and sister-in-law's, and his nephew's. And then piss on his father's grave, right after.
And he remembers how soap always seems to know when he needs the mask to come off, but can't seem to peel it off himself. Always when he's happiest. And how soap always gingerly peels it off for him.
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powderrr · 20 days
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Price's children! Au. It was invented spontaneously, but I want to do something more, and it doesn’t leave my head, which already says a lot.
Bonus:
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Дети Прайса! Ау. Придумано спонтанно, но я хочу с ней что-то делать, да и она не вылетает из моей головы, что уже говорит о многом.
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oh-wow-im-still-here · 4 months
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Currently thinking of a pidw native shixiong shen yuan au scenario where at the beginning of his tenure as a qing jing peak disciple him and shen qingqiu did have like a weird father-son esque bond. That like, slowly started to deteriorate as shen yuan got older and befriended binghe, slowly but surely being dissilutioned for his teacher/father figure/role model as time goes by and the more mature shen yuan is. Once shen yuan is like in his early 20s and is completely attached at the hip with luo binghe, shen yuan just. Finds it hard to love or respect shen qingqiu the same now after everything he's learned what he did to binghe and some other things he's done running the peak. But surely it can't get worse right?
And then the immortal Alliance conference happens. I'm thinking maybe either shen yuan missed out on the conference or wasnt around when the abyss opened, whatever the case, shen qingqiu comes back without luo binghe. Says he unfortunately died during the conference. And shen yuan privately thinks, for a horrible moment, "did he really?"
And because of that moment of doubt any sort of positive relationship between the two turns to dust.
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fanfic-enjoyedblog · 4 months
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someone make a cowgirl reader x cod men (horangi, soap) 😅😅😅😅 IM GOING FERAL PLEASEEEE
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to-the-stars8 · 5 months
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Imagine good dad Bruce Wayne sitting on the couch enjoying his little shows. Leaned back, hands folded on his chest, relaxed, and making comments about this weeks episode of Downton Abbey or whatever soap opera shit he watches. Just pure father.
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tanked-up · 5 months
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•Soap planned all this
•Surprisingly, Price was on board
•Gaz proceeded to scream his lungs out and caused Ghost to accidentally shoot a bird
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milkydough · 6 months
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Lost father au part 3
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cod-dump · 9 months
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Ghost: I've been trying to get in trouble by Nik for the past three days. God, Soap how do you making angering Nik look so easy?
Soap: Years of practice
Nik, from the other room: JOHNNY!
Soap, running: Whelp gotta go!
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