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50 Shades of Platonic

( Warning its kinda spicy, but not really)

Sorry if it seems rushed I'm not one for slow burns. I love the idea of this, maybe i should do it with ghost.... who knows though. Anyway I promise I am working on the new chapter of 141 foundations soon-ish( I'm having a hard to with the POVs so.)

Let me know if you want to see this with ghost because I'm down to try!! Okay have fun reading.

Btw I recommend listing to this song when you read

( Not the music video that shits weird )

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The rain had been falling since late afternoon, sending a relaxed vibe over you. You sat curled up on the far end of your friend Soap's plush navy couch, fingers wrapped around a steaming mug of honey tea that he made “just for you.” Soap lounged on the other end—bare feet on the coffee table, blanket haphazardly over one leg, remote in hand.

“So you’ve seriously never seen Fifty Shades of Grey?” he asked for the third time, raising an eyebrow.

You groaned. “Soap. I’ve managed to go twenty-something years without it. Why ruin the streak now?”

He gave you that lopsided grin—the one that made your stomach do that obnoxious little somersault—and shrugged. “Because it’s time. Besides…” He turned to face you more directly, voice dropping to a whisper. “You need to see what love looks like.”

That caught you off guard. You nearly choked on your tea. “That’s your example?! Bondage and control issues?!”

Soap laughed, and something softened in his expression. “I don’t mean that part. Just… the way someone goes all-in. You’ve been kinda alone lately. Thought it might remind you that passion still exists.”

He didn’t mean anything by it. He never did. Not the lingering looks when he thought you weren’t paying attention, not the gentle way he pulled blankets over you if you fell asleep on movie nights, not even the text he once sent at 1 a.m. that just said: You okay?

But you noticed everything. Every single thing.

The movie began. You tried to focus on it, truly, but it was hard with Soap’s arm now draped casually along the back of the couch, his body just close enough that you felt the warmth from his skin. The kind of warmth you’d imagined leaning into a hundred times but never dared to.

You chuckled under your breath as Christian Grey whispered some line about not doing romance.

“What?” Soap asked.

You shook your head, smiling into your mug. “Nothing. Just… people like to pretend they’re complicated when they’re just scared.”

The line lingered in the room longer than you expected. Soap turned toward you fully now, his expression unreadable.

“Is that how you see me?” he asked quietly.

Your mouth opened, then closed. “I was talking about the movie.”

“Sure,” he said, voice tight. “But is it true?”

The screen flickered in front of you, sound forgotten. It was raining harder now. You looked at him—really looked at him. At the Soap who always showed up. Who always cared just a little more than he admitted. Who never saw the way your heart reached for him quietly, every single day.

“I think…” you started slowly, “that you show love better than any movie ever could.”

His face changed then—softened, cracked open. He reached over, took the mug from your hands, and placed it gently on the coffee table. His hand brushed yours. Then lingered. And suddenly his fingers were laced with yours like they had belonged there the whole time.

“I thought you needed to be shown what love looks like,” he whispered.

“And you did,” you replied.

Soap’s fingers tightened slightly around yours, his eyes drifting from your lips back to your eyes—as if asking for permission without saying a word.

You didn’t speak. You didn’t need to.

You leaned in, slowly, heart pounding. When your lips finally met, it wasn't soft —it was warm and deep, a kiss soaked in all the nights of quiet longing and playful denial. His hand slid gently behind your neck, pulling you closer like he’d been waiting years for this moment, and maybe… he had.

The kiss lingered, the rain painting rhythm against the windows. His breath tickled your skin as he whispered against your mouth, “Still think you don’t know what love feels like?”

You smiled, brushing your nose against his. “I think I just figured it out.”

Soap chuckled softly, his forehead resting against yours. “Good. Because I’m not letting go now.” He turned his gaze to the Tv.

“Movie’s over,” he murmured, voice a low rasp that sent a shiver skimming down your spine. “I think i'll have you as the sequel Bonnie"

His fingers traced your jaw, slow and sure, before tilting your face toward his. The kiss that followed wasn’t asking questions—it was claiming answers. His lips moved against yours with heat and hunger, deepening into something that spoke of months of want, barely held back. His hand slid into your hair, the other splayed across the small of your back, pulling you flush against him.

You gasped softly into his mouth, and he took that sound like a challenge, kissing you deeper, slower, letting it smolder.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he said between breaths, voice thick and hoarse.

“I think I do,” you whispered, eyes locked with his. “Because I’ve been waiting just as long.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt—then under it—feeling the warmth of his skin as your touch traced the line of muscle along his side. Every breath between you turned heavier, every movement with more want.

Outside, the rain had stopped—but inside, thunder still crackled in the air between your bodies. And when Soap kissed you again, it was no longer soft. It was promise, possession, and something that had been building too long to be gentle much longer.

( sorry, to leave you like this, i don't know how to write smut or I would T-T )

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𖤐 About me and Info on my works 𖤐

𖤐Info on me𖤐

I'm 19, and i love to fucking read. I'm usually online. I really wanna start writing more but i feel like no one will read them or its not good enough. But that doesn't mean i wont try, i have a fuck load of ideas, i'm exited to see where this goes.

Also i am open to request, please message me. I would love to try to bring your idea to life.

Here's a list of things I will write-

sfw content, mostly call of duty(but I am open to suggestions), your oc(just give me a small break down)

I'll think of more as time goes on.

Things I will not write-

Smut(really just cause i don't know how), and strange kinks(spit kins, piss, vomit, ect), no age gape( I mean big age gaps), and no baby roleplay.

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Works i'm working on(and plan to)-

141 foundations- chapter one(out already), chapter two, chapter three, and chapter four

Love in the air- ghoap x flight attendant reader

It stings- reader x Konig(beach day)

50 shades of Platonic ( soap x reader)

( and more to come )

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Okay that's all, i hope you have a nice day(or night) byeee.♡

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141 foundations - Built like Bricks

Omg i did i actually wrote something, with a plot!!! ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ I'm so proud of myself, I hope you like it. This is just like a introduction chapter. I swear the others will be longer ( maybe ), okay I'll let you read. I hope you enjoy (＾▽＾).

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Your husband wasn't very giving, which was a running joke among your friends. He was distant from both the world and you.

When he did show he cared, it was usually with grand gestures like a trip to Disney or Hawaii, which might have kept you hopeful during tough times. This occasion was similar. On a humid July day, you complained about the heat and wished for a pool….

A few days later, you woke up to the sound of heavy machinery. The noise was coming from your own yard, where workers moved busily among heaps of equipment. Still half-asleep, you stumbled to the window and looked out, watching as cranes hoisted wooden crates and bulldozers carved into the earth. “What in the world is going on here?” you asked out loud. You looked over to the bed not seeing your husband, “maybe he’s outside “ you thought. You slipped into tank top, and some shorts walking out of the bedroom to the front door, opening it you were met with your husband “honey!? “ you exclaimed, “holy shit you scared me,“ you said. “what’s going on out there?“.

“ Well.. “ Graves said looking at you “Do you remember a few days ago when you said you wanted a pool?“.

 You looked him up and down wonder what he was hinting at, “ Yea, I was just complaining about the heat though. “

 Graves smiled “ Well I took the liberty of hiring people to build you one. “

You looked at him smiling, tears in the corners of your eyes “ oh sweetheart you didn’t have to do that. “

 Graves smiled grabbing you and bring you into a hug, “ I wanted to baby, you deserve it. Come on come look outside. “ he motioned, pulling her to the door.  

They both stepped outside, the sun casting long shadows across the yard. She glanced over at the men working, their muscles flexing with each movement. The truck parked nearby had the logo 141 Foundations. She watched as the men carefully placed markers in the ground, their focus nowhere near her as she watched them. One of them wore a face mask, beads of sweat glistening along his eyes, making her wonder how he could handle the heat. Another had a bad take of a mohawk, man who dared him to get that hair style she wondered. The remaining two men had their backs turned, their broad shoulders and powerful builds seeable even from a distance. Despite the many distractions, one thought remained heavy on your mind, these men are fucking massive.

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You made it to the end yippeee. Please like and Reblog if you be so kind, if you want to be tagged in the next chapter, let me know. ( it will be longer. )

Okay that all, have a good day/night ! ♡

p.s the other two men are Gaz and Price, i'm just to lazy to make descriptions....

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Simon, who leans into John's hand like a needy cat, eyes fluttering as he relaxes into the warmth of someone he'd trust with his entire body and soul.. only to be snapped out of it by soap pinching his nipple through his shirt

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Happy Juneteenth,

Be sure to read something written by a black author. Be it a poem, short story, start a book, share some art by a black artist, or even watch a video about black history. Below I have a few things that I personally enjoy.

YouTube

Not your Mama's history - she does historical reenactments of a black woman who is enslaved. Provides contextual education that is very accurate.

IntelexualMedia - A black woman creator who does deep dives and wonderful videos on life in different decades. My favorite series is Lex does the 90's.

Shanspeare - She does great videos on a variety of subjects and topics! I turn her on when I need to watch something before bed.

Redacted History - hosted by Dr. Andre White Jr. He can also be found on tiktok for his short form content under the name Dr. Andre 3001. Such a great guy with wonderful well researched information.

Books and poems

The Bluest Eye - by the late great Toni Morrison herself. (My favorite book)

Parable of the Sower- Octavia Butler (second favorite book)

Their eyes were watching God- Zora N. Hurtson

Push - by Sapphire (inspired the movie Precious. A hard read.)

Blood at the Root- by LaDarrion Williams

Akata Witch- Nnedi Okorafor (if you somehow enjoyed Harry Potter, you should read this. Is very good)

Mother to Son- by the great Langston Hughes

And still I rise- collectionof poems by the late great Maya Angelou

Good morning - by Camari C. Hawkins (I have this saved to my phone and use it when I need a quick moment to ground myself)

Movies and TV series

The color purple (gosh, my mom and I can quote this movie)

Roots (we (my fam and i) used to do a yearly watch in February and have discussions to see how our views changed)

Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child (I grew up watching this! Not exclusively black series but it definitely has multiple well thought out stories that feature a multitude of cultures)

White Chicks

Us

Get out

Sinners

Living Single (the show that FRIENDS was stolen from)

Blade

Men in Black (my brother swears this is a black family classic and he is not wrong)

Straw (fairly new and by Tyler Perry (I kno I kno 😅😩) but it's a great movie about mental health and my girl Taraji did her big one)

Family Matters

Good Times

Craig of the Creek

Static Shock

The proud family (both the original and the remake)

That's so Raven

Good Burger

The Boondocks

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air (dark skin aunt Viv was the best. Argue with your mom not me on this)

Podcast (I kno)

Grits & Eggs podcast hosted by Deanté Kyle

Black girls heal hosted by Shena LaShey

Code Switch found on NPR

These are just the ones I enjoy! I encourage you to add on if you would like!

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I have an idea....

SO i not the best at writing by any means, i cant write for shit..

That being said i have this idea stuck in my head, and i cant get it out

Right so image your the reader and your husband hired a company to come do some work on your land( maybe build a pool or some shit ) and when the men show up its 141( so consider this a au Ig cause they are not in the military ) and in a few weeks( or days ) they realize your husband is absolute shit( bonus if he's a cheater getting caught in the act. ) and they decide to sweep a pretty birdie like you off of her feet, and away from the dead beat husband.

I have so many more ideas for this... like graves being the husband... and like so much more if you guys wanna see this i am so down to try.. that is if anyone wants to read it.

This is an edit. I did it!!! 141 foundations - Built like Bricks – @ilovesoapandnotthebar on Tumblr

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in the apple grove.

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"the internet isn't a replacement for human connection" well you apparently have never met my mutuals

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could i offer you some round bears in these trying times?

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this how im feeling

ngl life has me like this rn....

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It's pride month so I'll allow myself to express one opinion on the internet :

There are no "exact color" of pride flags.

I see more and more sites and posts talking about the exact hex codes for the lesbian flag, or the right purple for the ace one, and how it should be more or less saturated and I just want to say: pride flags were meant to be sewn in your kitchen. To be spraypainted and to be recognised.

There are no "exact colors" of pride flags because you should do them with what you have ! Nobody should care if you use a crimson red instead of a cherry red or whatever ! Be free ! wave your colors ! The colors you have !

[ilovesoapandnotthebar]

this hits hard

Wanna rread a poem?

I am a seedling

Still living in my pod

Sitting here waiting for the new one to sprout

What will it shout?

Which color will it's flower be?

If each one is different

Which is really me?

All of them

Says the soil

Wiser than i

Seen them all?

Haven't i

Each grows bigger

Wider and tall

When will it end?

Will it end at all?

What is the fruit that grows from me?

Is it sweet?

Sour?

Or just how it's supposed to be?

You'll miss the old plant

I dies and comes back around

Feet still on the ground

So plant your gaze on me

See the New version

The way I'll be

Different every time,

But I'd be bored out of my mind

If I pretended not to be.

Boring is the plant

Who doesn't change with the season

Why need a reason

To go off the plan?

Wisest is the moon

Who changes always

But always stays

At morning or noon

Crescent in the window of your room

Full in the sky it loom

A fool is he who says

It's just a phase

For the moon may change

But happy it stays

For approval it doesn't chase

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Stop this has me dying, funniest thing ive seen this year

cod character’s tanlinessss(inspired by my weird ass tanlines)

Ghost:

Price:

Soap:

I don’t even wanna know, A: why ts is blurred, and B: why my grown ass has safe search on

Gaz

Laswell:

Not doing the Ghosts cause they all have the same tan line as Ghost but

Adler

Oh, and of course, our king

Graves:

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when ur listening to ur fave music and u start rockin out

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Y'all.

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my humor might be broken cause I find this trend actually funny

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Palestinian girls and women are forced to use tents as pads. People boost. Donate if you can