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[midnightsmusings]

Account Update :)

While I originally just wanted to use this silly account to work on my hobby of writing, I've found tumblr to be a little less supportive and not the space I can find myself getting inspiration and enjoyment. Nothing against anybody in any fandom at all, but more just general negativity and my personal sensitivity not collaborating well to social media!

I just wanted to make this last post, to show my appreciation for anyone who found they enjoyed my work!

While I will be slowly deleting my account here on tumblr, it will be all eventually posted along with any further chapters on my AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Midnightsmusings/pseuds/Midnightsmusings

Once again, I truly appreciate all of you who encouraged me and for your understanding! It's simply best for me personally.

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it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

it may take me a month to put out a chapter but at least im not using ai to write it.

IT MAY TAKE ME A MONTH TO PUT OUT A CHAPTER BUT AT LEAST IM NOT USING AI TO WRITE IT

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Johnny falls in love with not only Ghost, but the new recruit as well. You were a carbon copy of the gruff man, just as silent and just as deadly.

A short WIP sneak peek after having been gone for ages again :))) Idk I post when I post ya know this is a no pressure space

-CW: SFW, reader described as shorter, will be AFAB reader

Soap heard the whispers, nobody on this shite base could keep their thoughts to themselves.

He knew what they all thought, that this pretty new member of the team was snatching Ghost right out from under his grasp. That his years of unashamed pining and working hard to chip away at the aloof man's walls was for nothing now.

Soap didn't feel any of that. It was pure awe he felt when he watched you two walk down the halls of base together, dark masks on.

Steemin Jesus there's two of 'em was the only thing running through Soap's mind. He was practically drooling. Ghost's giant frame walking in tune with your shorter but just as powerful form.

No, he didn't feel at all what everyone thought he did. He felt deep seated want, an ache so painful he was sure he had just gotten punched in the chest.

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I've been gone for years only to come back with this COD Stardew Valley AU and then disappear again. This might be too niche lol

Not exactly akin to Stardew Valley's lore...but Price as Willy & the witch is his Ex wife because Price just screams divorced, Soap is Gus, Ghost is Clint and apart of the hunters guild, Gaz is pretty boy Elliott right? See the vision?? This is so rushed but I'm fixated now

CW: B-word used in Price's (it's a witch joke promise my man would never), me destroying Stardew Valley's lore for my own amusement...

- Eternally tired fisherman Price that runs the shack by the docs, heavy smell of cigar smoke and old coffee permeating in the air of the small shop every time you come in to buy bait. You were always too grossed out to make your own and he was all too happy to have someone finally interested in fishing in this town.

He always patiently stood with an umbrella over you as you worked hard all day to catch the elusive fish that only came out in stormy weather, his rumbling chuckle sounding over the rain each time a hard to reel in fish escaped.

You thought you misheard him the first time he mentioned being married before, that he said his ex-wife was a bitch. You cringed a little but didn't think much of it, the usual bitter ex-husband talk. You'd avoided him a bit that, slightly crushed he would talk about a woman, even an ex, like that.

One day, the tavern owner John--who always seemed to know everything about everyone--righted your spiraling when he casually said "nae his wife was a witch."

- Simon as the blacksmith. He doesn't talk to anyone in town but was partial to the tavern owner John as the man always kept a secluded booth in the corner open for him.

Eventually, the more you came to him for better tools as your farm got larger the more he relaxed around you. Simon started helping you open the odd rocks you found for free, just to see your excitement when it yielded something you'd never seen before.

He often accompanied you to the mines, liked watching you gather the ores you needed while he took care of the various creatures that lurked. Eventually, he let you into the hunter guild he was apart of when he saw you single handedly clear an entire mine filled with those damned flying bugs he detested.

Simon secretly marked up the prices of the guild's armor and weapons so you still had to rely on him to get past the tougher creatures that guarded the rare gems deeper in the mines.

- Kyle who, in the warmer seasons, is always found lounging by his house on the beach. He was the proud torment of the lonely fisherman that glowered at his bare chest. Kyle's caramel skin shining from the pomegranate juice that was dripping on it.

He was fairly reserved, only coming alive on Friday nights when he was a few wine glasses in at John's tavern and would dance with Kate--an equally reserved woman you had yet to really get close to.

Kyle always had an easy smile on his face, words never failing to make you blush however brief the interaction. He was earnest and sweet, different than the other men in town yet still had the air about him that he was hiding something in that beach shack of his.

You haven't been able to get close enough to him yet to see what the inside looked like yet. You hoped with the help of Price teaching you to catch crabs and John's eagerness to teach you to make crab cakes you could win over Kyle's favor.

- John, Johnny as you heard Simon call him once, was a typical welcoming tavern owner. His place sat at the middle of town, always open for anyone who needed a warm meal or John's easy presence.

Like Kyle, he had a wide smile on his face always. The first time you saw a shadow casting over his face as that bright smile faded was when Mayor Graves came around to collect taxes. You had a sneaking suspicion Mayor Graves and that slimy Joja Mart owner Shepherd were both up to something. John's usual warm presence turning icy around them only confirmed it.

You'd gotten close to John fast as you always appeared on busy Friday nights to get more familiar with the town. John made it his personal mission to teach you how to cook everything. At first, your run down farm house didn't have a working kitchen. Sitting empty for so long caused what used to be a stove to become nothing more than a fire hazard.

John let you use his kitchen in the mornings when the tavern was closed. The man full on sulked for weeks when you came in smiling brightly proud to tell him you managed to sell enough crops to buy a better kitchen setup.

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Hard to get rid of Ghost x Soap who's into his LT's girl in every universe anybody?

Simon who didn't think much when you broke up with him, just sighed because it was right as he got sent on a mission.

Simon who told you he had to go but that he'd be back to "straighten you out" after a messy kiss was pressed to your lips. He knew you were just throwing a little tantrum, pouting about Johnny.

Simon who also knew you'd be just as in love once he brought the man around.

Simon who's been bringing up his teammate around you more and more, carefully cataloguing your reactions and crafting a plan.

Simon who showed up a month after you broke up with him, acting like the separation didn't even happen and tugging a man behind him, introducing Johnny to "their" girl.

(Brain rot about it below)

-CW: Ghostsoap x AFAB reader, freak Ghost, Soap who's just as bad but more subtle about it, Hints at Ghost watching reader through cameras

"What kinda grub ya want?" The gruff voice came through the phone. It's been a month but you'd recognize the gravelly Manchester accent anywhere. It was Simon.

"Don't want anything from you" you retorted, not even coiling away from the demanding tone that rang through the speaker. You never would have answered if you knew, but you were too distracted with laundry to look at the caller ID before answering.

"Besides, maybe I moved huh? How are you going to drop off food if you don't know where I am?" You tried. It was a lame attempt, you knew it, but you also didn't know what to think of a month old ex wanting to bring you food.

Especially an ex like Simon.

A low, knowing chuckle came through the phone that had your face paling and thighs clenching simultaneously.

"No baby, you didn't move" he said, smug and sure. You wanted to ask how he knew that, but deep down you didn't really want to know the answer.

The sounds of shuffling came through the speaker before his voice rang out again, more demanding than the first time. "Now stop bein' a brat, you want takeout?"

You huffed, glaring down at the phone even if he couldn't see. It made you feel a little better and reminded you to ignore the heat building in your gut that his voice always caused.

"No" you said flatly with a frown. God did you want takeout now that he mentioned it. Your stomach growled, you got so lost in chores today you forgot to eat.

"Yeah ya do" he rumbled amused. He had this strange affinity for being unaffected by anything, voice self assured and calm under the softly mocking tone.

"Get the number 4 Johnny" his voice said, distantly as if he pulled away from the phone.

You frowned, running a hand over your head irritated and confused as you opened your mouth to question him. Really? He was calling you while he was with the man that caused your breakup?

"We'll be there soon dove" he said before you could gather your scattered thoughts. His voice louder now that he was close to the speaker again.

You swallowed thickly, not quite sure what to do, to think. Again, before you could even form a responce, maybe even a crafty insult, he hung up. The silence rang out loud, and your mind panics before settling on one thing.

We?

As soon as you opened the door you forgot why you broke up with him.

Simon's large frame stood, leaning against the doorframe. A bag of your favorite takeout was hanging from his gloved hand.

As usual, he was dressed in all black. His hood was up and he was wearing that skeleton face mask you'd got him as a joke. It was one you'd surprised him with after you saw the skull mask he wore around base.

Your heart clenched.

"Lookin' good Darlin'" Simon grunted eyes sweeping over you before another face popped out around his shoulder, his smile warm and disarming. "Evenin hen" the man greeted brightly.

So this was Johnny. God you wanted to hate the man, but he looked so sweet and inviting. His soft aura balanced out Simon's deadpanned gaze.

You were at a loss for words, helpless to stop as they shoved their way in. Simon's mask was set on the small table by the door and Johnny's boots were kicked off carelessly in the hall.

They started casually unpacking all the food on your kitchen counter, Simon guiding Johnny on where everything in your kitchen was.

"Simon what the f-" you started once your brain finally caught up and you shut your door, walking over to them. Only to be cut off by him again.

"Woulda been here earlier but got stuck on a bloody mission" he grunts pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he shoves a plate piled with food into your hands.

"Aye shite one too, took a month but we got 'em eh LT?" Johnny mumbled around a mouthful of egg roll.

A month?

Simon just grunted, broad hand squeezing the back of Johnny's neck. Your eyes tracked the movement, the way the shorter man leaned into the touch with a smile. Your heart clenched painfully again.

"Classified Johnny" Simon responded bluntly sliding his hand off his neck and loading up his own plate.

"Ah cmon Ghost let the lassie hear aboot how cool I am" Johnny grumbled with a pout, only perking up when Simon said nothing to dissuade him.

Johnny immediately walked over to you, hands waving as he rambled. You'd never met him in person before, only heard his name countless times. So many times actually that you started to worry. Eventually you called off your relationship because of your boyfriend's clear affection for someone else.

At least you thought you did.

You briefly considered the merits of trying to force them out. There was no way you could physically do it but you did always keep a bat by your door...

Simon looked up, smirk growing slowly as if he could read your thoughts. Johnny's voice next to you faded to the background as Simon walked closer.

"Let 'er eat before ya talk her ear off" the man huffed, pushing Johnny towards the living room before focusing down at you.

"Shoulda' let me teach you to fight dove..woulda been able to get us out of here hm?" He rumbled lowly, that damned smirk now stretching his scarred lips wide.

He patted your ass with a broad hand before motioning his head to where Johnny was sitting on your couch, adjusting the pillows next to him for you. "He's been excited to meet ya, I told him all about his girl. Now go on 'n eat lovie"

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-Kneel, Alpha- Pt. 2

I did it! This was harder than expected, getting the dynamics right with Ghost's reluctance to accept his submission. Nevertheless! Smut is here: (although I apologize I didn't mean for it to be this LONG I just had so much to say about these two)

This is WAY different than the wip I posted so enjoy that as a little peek into how my brain works I guess?

-CW: 18+ MDNI, handjob, top omega Soap, bottom alpha Ghost, Ghost's a little mean to himself

Ghost swallowed, groaning as Soap's hand squeezed. He was waiting for the laughter at the way an alpha was acting needy from an Omega snarling and shouting at him.

Yet when he glanced up after the silence became too agonizing he didn't find disgust. Instead Ghost watched as the realization on Soap's face quickly turned to pure want.

Ghost let out another sound, embarrassingly whinier than the last one as that dark gaze trailed down to his lap. Flushing under his mask Ghost squirmed knowing even through the humiliation and stress of this whole ordeal his pants were still tight. Straining up against the warm palm.

"I can't be anything like what an alphas supposed to be" Ghost muttered through a clenched jaw. Still trying to save face even with the omega's hand squeezing his clothed cock. His voice was tight as everything he'd been holding back was now out. Ghost felt flayed open and exposed now, seen as the sorry excuse for an alpha he was.

"You're everything I want in an alpha ye old fashioned git" Soap finally said, his own voice lowered and equally strained. This was how Ghost chose to explain? Make him feel up his bulge? God Soap was hopelessly in love with him.

Soap couldn't resist giving another squeeze, just to hear that low groan again, to see those eyes roll and feel Ghost's length twitch.

"Ye think..after a life of me being told to quiet down, to be more submissive I'd fall for a partner who would want ta' tell me the same thing?"

Soap sighs fondly, anger flooding out of him. He figured the man brushing him off was another part of that front he put up, gruff and unapproachable. Figured Ghost was wary of letting his guard down after the shit he's been through. Soap never guessed it was because the alpha would melt so easily at a sharp tone and a some rough handling. Would hate that side of himself.

Soap knew a talk needed to happen. The stubborn alpha wasn't in a place to voice his wants, probably wouldn't be without a lot of work.

So, he leaned back and lifted his hand off the cock that was just begging to be rubbed raw. Soap's own length hardening at the low pained whine Ghost let out from the full loss of touch.

"Och I know" he cooed sweet and teasing at the halfhearted glare sent his way before turning more serious, gaze sharpening and taking in each minuscule reaction.

"Now yer gonna go shut and lock that door" Soap said with a commanding tilt as he jerked his head towards the still wide open door of Ghost's office.

Ghost sat, mind whirling as he looked up at Soap, thinking of nothing but his ache for relief and the man's commanding tone. Eventually his mind cleared in understanding.

It was an out. Soap was giving him an out.

A subtle one, but one nonetheless.

Ghost stood and walked stiffly to the door, body tense warring with himself between using this option and walking out that door...or shutting it and accepting he was a soft and shite alpha.

Soap watched with bated breath as Ghost hesitated, gloved hand tight around the knob before the man finally shut the door and locked it with a loud click. Soap watches with a grin as he turned, looking surprisingly bashful.

"Good lad, come sit that pretty arse back down" Soap commanded kicking the chair out towards him with a smirk. His blood was thrumming and scent deepening with arousal at the sight of the large alpha following his orders so well, even if he was still putting up that bratty act.

Ghost let out a soft growl, irritated the way his cheeks heated up at that praise but stomped over. Sure he shut that door, signaled he wanted this but that didn't mean he could stomach acting like an obedient welp.

"Isn't that what you are though?" His mind helpfully supplied.

As soon as Ghost slumped back in the chair Soap reached his free hand up to grasp his angled jaw, tugging at the fabric of his mask.

Ghost felt the fabric sliding over his skin, only reacting with a snapping of teeth just shy of Soap's fingers but otherwise letting him tug it up.

He couldn't hide the flush deepening on his half exposed face at Soap's teasing chuckle from his halfhearted attempt.

"Bite me if ye want but I'm fuckn kissing ya" Soap said eyes dark and blood thrumming in his veins.

Ghost paused, cock throbbing as Soap leaned down. The words weren't a growl or a warning, they were said with a casual acceptance that had Ghost melting back into the chair and his scarred lips slipping open in answer.

Soap hummed as the man went pliant under him, soft pants escaping his mouth. Soap didn't actually worry about being bit the closer he got to the Alpha.

He would wear Ghost's teeth marks proudly and knew he was just struggling to accept Soap wanted this. Wanted him

"I'll bite you if you don't kiss me" Ghost grumbled pressing his teeth into Soap's thumb impatiently as the omega just looked.

Ghost was completely undone, aching and getting exactly what he's been missing for so long. At least he would if Soap hurried up.

With a narrowed yet fond gaze Soap finally sealed their lips together and twin groans of relief rang out. They moved together desperately, teeth clashing and desperate sounds being swallowed as Ghost shifted forward in the chair as far as he could. Soap smiled against his lips and pushed him back down, a warning squeeze to his cock as a silent command to stay still.

"Ye didn't think I was holdin back too?" Soap growls against Ghost's mouth once he finally pulls back. He bit at Ghost's notched upper lip before diving in for another sloppy kiss. Soap was more confident now that he's put it all together. Licking into the alphas mouth unashamedly while keeping his grip on Ghost's cock just shy of enough.

"I didn't-you never...fuckn hell" Ghost stumbled over his words, panting and reeling. His mind stuck on the hand torturously squeezing his cock and the tongue in his mouth. His head was blank, any hope of defending his choices going out the window under Soap's ability to make him feel so small.

The scent of the omega was saturated around him, it wasn't like the usual sickly sweet scent that made Ghost's stomach roll. No, Soap's scent was harsh and smoky, like a wildfire.

Soap just chuckled down at the man, delighted to see his walls crumbling.

Instead of going back for more, flooding the alphas mouth with the taste of him Soap stood back up. He stroked Ghost's spit slick lips his fingers. The touch reverent and savoring this moment despite the heat and need thrumming between them.

He felt the clenching of Ghost's jaw, saw the war of emotions in his eyes and decided to keep prodding. Knew it wouldn't end how it did last time based on the length under his palm only getting harder.

"Didnae not think I might be worried an alpha wouldn't want some hardheaded omega who wanted ta take control?"

Those words finally got through to Ghost, his squirming ceasing as he blinked up at the man dumbly for a moment. Soap wanted control?

Ghost groaned a low pained noise at the confirmation. There was still a tinge of irritation in Soap's scent but under that Ghost scented want and desire. His gloved hands clenched on the arm rests of his chair as he took a deep breath in, his hips immediately jerked up into Soap's hand, rocking with intent now.

"Shite-god Johnny" he panted out, eyes lidded as he looked up at Soap. None of his swirling thoughts would it past his clenched teeth.

"I'd give it to you, anything you asked for" he wanted to say, but the words were choked back by another rumbling moan leaving his lips.

Ghost's actions always spoke louder anyways.

Soap just clicked his tongue at the needy motions, his own cock throbbing at the sight the alpha made. Ghost's thighs clenching as he practically humped Soap's hand. While it took a lot of force to take his hand away when all he wanted to do was take, he had to teach a lesson here.

"Ah ah, greedy" he chided, humming at Ghost's irritated growl from the loss of stimulation. He caught Ghost's thick arm as it shot down to his lap, intending to finish what Soap stopped. Soap just shook his head with another click of his tongue.

"Cmon now Ghost, ye gotta start asking for what you want"

Ghost let out a drawn out groan, head dropping back as he keeps getting denied stimulation. He worked his jaw for a moment, fingers trailing up Soap's arm that held his own back from giving himself the relief the omega was drawing out.

"Fuckn 'ell it's been so long just do anything" Ghost got out finally, skin buzzing and flushed hoping desperately that was enough for the touch to resume. He would die before admitting his tone was begging.

"There's a good lad" Soap hummed far too pleased and smug as he pressed a smacking kiss to Ghost's lips.

"We'll work on mannners aye?" Soap chuckled tone full of promise as he tilted his head down at Simon, delighting in the alpha's clear desperation for him. It was heady, having the elusive Ghost groaning under him, hard and dripping.

"Been achin for it huh?" Soap rumbled, hand moving from his arm up to squeeze over his bicep and finally to his neck.

Ghost arched up, nodding desperately along to the man's words and wanting the touch on his neck to tighten, to claim.

However, what came out of his mouth was a shaky, barely convincing rebuttal.

"No, take care of m'self fine" Ghost grunted his head arching into the long fingers sliding under the mask at his nape.

"Oh aye that so?" Soap retorted with that damned teasing and knowing chuckle that had Ghost sure he was going to burst untouched in his pants.

"Go on then, show me how good ya take care of yerself" Soap ordered close to his ear, giving a silent tug to the bottom of his mask but otherwise leaving it alone.

Ghost didn't even hesitate before ripping the fabric off, body shivering at the command and almost completely coming out of his chair to rear up and claim Soap's mouth, silencing the words that had him crumbling too fast.

"Bloody hell stop teasing" Ghost growled and bared his teeth when Soap pulled away again after a lick to his lips, pressing down on his broad shoulders to settle him in the chair again.

"Shh cmon lemme look at ya" Soap huffed grinning at the low guttural whine that left the man's lips as his hand tangled in his blond hair and tugged. "There's my bonnie alpha" Soap cooed eyes raking over Ghost's face unabashedly, watching how the pretty flush over his cheeks highlighted the various scars cutting through the pale skin.

Soap wanted to lavish each deep mark on his body with a kiss. Ached to replace each memory of pain with the softness of his lips and gentle nips of his teeth as he left his own loving mark over them. Ghost shifted in his chair, growing impatient as his hips twitched up in need. He felt fuzzy at the way Soap was holding his chin tight, casually staring at him as long as he wanted.

Usually it would make Ghost's skin crawl but right now he just felt..adored. It was a feeling an alpha should balk at, should puff up at but instead it made Ghost melt a little. He yearned for this, to be lavished with attention and praise.

Ghost's gloved hands trailed mindlessly down to his lap, a gruff moan slipping past his parted lips as he finally pressed into the bulge there but didn't allow himself to go any further, instead looked up at Soap with wide, pleading eyes. He wouldn't, couldn't ask for permission but needed it all the same.

"There's a lad go on" Soap urged, drinking in that desperate and needy gaze. It took a lot of restraint to not wrap his own hand around the red and pulsing cock as Ghost finally undid his pants, both of them groaning as it was freed.

Even for an alpha Ghost was big, uncut and twitching. Ghost wrapped a gloved hand around the base, as he squeezed his head fell back against the chair. Eyes shutting tight with a choked off moan.

"Steamin' Jesus beautiful fuckn' thing look at you" Soap groaned stepping even closer into the alpha's space, forcing his thick thighs open and tightening his hold in his blond hair.

Soap's eyes were stuck on Ghost's cock, the way it leaked with each upstroke of his hand, still gloved and surly adding a rough texture that Ghost didn't seem to mind.

The prominent vein along the bottom just begging to be licked. Soap's mouth watered, he was transfixed and utterly gone.

Ghost was reduced to pants and moans, words gone to him as he kept his eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to acknowledge the omega standing over him, praising him, fuck guiding him through this.

His hips jerked up as Soap's words kept tumbling out of his lips, hand tugging his hair and forcing his head back up for a kiss that was all teeth.

Ghost knew he shouldn't like this. Shouldn't be leaking precum like an omega leaking slick at being under Soap's control but here he was, already on the edge after just a few strokes and growled commands.

"Soap fuck-I'm gonna" Ghost gasped, words cutting off with a choked moan as the omega slid from his wide open lips to his neck, harsh bites combined with soft kisses were making him dizzy and Ghost shuddered as his knot grew. Pulsing and an angry red.

"Tha's a good alpha, now cum for me" Soap said with a commanding growl. Ghost shook his head for a moment, a low hesitant whine leaving his lips as he struggled against the overwhelming rush of pleasure.

The second he spilled over this would become all too real. Soap stoked this side of him, the side he's been ignoring for decades and Ghost wasn't sure how to just let it happen.

"Be good and cum" Soap rumbled. He noticed Ghost getting lost in his head and that wouldn't do.

He reached down, wrapping his calloused hand around the alpha's pulsing knot and squeezed, relishing in the snarling moan Ghost let out.

Ghost's orgasm was wrenched from him as soon as Soap touched his cock. Their hands bumping as Ghost's worked furiously now, immediately responding to Soap's demand.

Ropes of cum landed on the front of Soap's pants embarrassingly fast. Ghost worked himself through it, panting heavily and open mouthed, the orgasm feeling like it lasted hours as cum steadily leaked out.

He'd never had such a satisfying release, his body slumping boneless in the chair and face nuzzling into the omegas neck after finally softening.

"Bonnie thing ye are, how copy?" Soap murmured tone soft as he guided his face out of his neck, gaze raking over him and taking in his lax posture. The alpha flushed and looking fucked out.

Soap felt pride surge through him, reducing Ghost to this with barely a touch had him clutching the man tighter. Determined to never let him go now.

Ghost couldn't get words out, simply pressed a tired kiss to Soap's wrist that was near his face, the omega's hand still holding his hair in a grounding grip.

Soap hummed, smile turning soft as he stroked the sweaty strands away from Ghost's forehead, leaning down and running his nose from cheek to neck and back, scent marking him greedily.

"Theres a good boy under all that growlin aye?" He teased softly before leaning back to gently tuck him back into his pants, shushing his overstimulated growls.

Ghost just watched with lidded eyes as Soap grabbed his hand and licked his glove clean of the cum. Ghost was sure if he didn't just have his soul drained out of him, he'd cum again from the sight.

"Shite I think love you I love you I-" Ghosts brain chanted like a broken record as he watched Soap's soft lips suck over his thumb, the leather shiny with spit now.

"Up ye get Ghost, we're gonna get clean 'n talk" Soap said after a moment of them basking in the silence and the scent of their combined desire. He pat Ghost's thigh expectantly.

Ghost quickly took his silent declaration of love back and narrowed his eyes up at the omega with a grumble, refusing to move and espically refusing to talk.

"No" he grunted simply sitting and admiring the sight of his cum staining Soap's own pants, the man would smell like him for a while now.

Soap let out a huff, hand tangling roughly in the back of his hair and forcing his gaze up at him.

"Yes or yer not cummin for a week" he retorted sternly with a raised eyebrow and well-

Ghost immediately stood up on shaky legs and followed.

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WIP SNEAK PEEK of Kneel, Alpha Pt. 2

(I have a really tough prof. this term so my personal writing is taking a backseat to my academic..I'm STILL writing but she's a little slow going so to make up for it I'm posting a blurb ! )

-CW: 18+ MDNI, Top Soap, Bottom Ghost (could be taken as non-con but it's not meant that way, Ghost's just stubborn so I'm debating adding check ins if it really seems that way lmk! )

Soap reached his free hand up to grasp Ghost's jaw, tugging the fabric of his mask up. He merely chuckled lowly when the alphas teeth snapped close to his fingers as his lower face was exposed.

"Bite me if ye want but I'm fuckn kissing ya" Soap muttered, eyes dark and blood thrumming in his veins.

Soap wasn't actually worried about being bit. He would wear the alphas teeth marks proudly. Mostly he knew the man's threat of sharp teeth was just from Ghost still struggling to accept Soap wanted this. Wanted him.

"Ye didn't think I was holdin back too?" Soap growls against Ghost's scarred lips, nipping at the notched upper one before diving in for a sloppy kiss.

Soap was More confident now that he's put it all together. Licking into the alphas mouth unashamedly while keeping his grip on Ghost's cock tight.

"I didn't-you never...fuckn hell" Ghost stumbled over his words, panting and reeling when Soap finally let him take a breath in. His mind stuck on the hand torturously squeezing his cock and the tongue in his mouth.

His head was blank, any hope of defending his choices going out the window under Soap's ability to make him feel so small.

The scent of the omega was saturated around him, it wasn't like the usual sickly sweet scent that made Ghost's stomach roll. No, Soap's scent was harsh and smoky, like a wildfire.

Soap just chuckled down at the man, delighted to see his walls crumbling.

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*please* tell me part two of kneel is in the works, I’m chomping at the bit to see the smut, I beg you

LOL YES!

I'm so glad people are liking it, COD omegaverse has got me in a chokehold right now so I promise I'm writing more. I'm still working through how soft I wanna make Soap for this but either way he's gonna put Ghost in his place so

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-Kneel, Alpha- Pt.1

I love the trope of an alpha hiding just how much they crave a dominant partner. Even sweeter when said partner is an omega. It's very Ghost coded and I had to get it out of my brain. (I also just wanted more Ghost getting hard when Soap yells at him)

CW: Top Omega Soap x Bottom Alpha Ghost (smut not in this part but in part 2), miscommunication, they argue..well soap yells and Ghost gets hard over it, minor angst, suggestive so MDNI.

I had a lot of fun with italics in this.

"I can't be the alpha you need"

The words were bouncing around Soap's head the whole day. They left him distracted. Left him getting pinned more than usual in sparring and missing shots in the range. He was mulling over each syllable. Each tinge of accented words that were snarled at him. It was his fault really, his lack of a filter always got him in trouble.

He'd finally pushed Ghost too far, the uptight alpha no longer able to brush off his insistent prodding about being more.

Ghost had whirled around when they were going to cool off after sparring, growling down at him and silencing any future flirty comments with that phrase.

Soap poked at his food, frown set heavy on his usually cheerful face. He'd given up on training, instead sulking to the mess hall to distract himself with food. The seats around him were empty, the stench of angry omega meant everyone was giving him a wide berth.

"I can't be the alpha you need"

Soap snarled and stabbed a potato hard with his fork, those words were haunting him. He's moved on from pouting over it now, settling firmly in anger. Seething at the words, the way he could practically hear the alpha baring his teeth even if the sight was hidden behind that damned mask.

Soap stood suddenly, chair screeching loudly. He left his tray on the table and his chair overturned. He had only one mission in mind now. He wasnt going to let the alpha push him away, he was either going to force the man to transfer him out of sheer spite or finally give in let Soap give him the shag he clearly needed and some loving.

Stalking out of the mess hall with a hardened face and determined gait Soap headed right towards the man's office. He didn't even bother to knock, instead bursting in and immediately let out the mess of words he's been choking on all day.

"Cant be the alpha I need? Yer a right fookin bastard for thinkin I even need an alpha in the first place LT" he started, chest heaving and fists clenched at his sides.

Said alpha was sitting ridged in his chair, eyes lidded and appearing bored behind his mask. The only proof that he heard the omega was his shoulders hiking up around his ears as Soap barely took a breath between words.

"And don't even get me started on tha' shite. Yer sayin' yer not good enough for me? Bloody arsed teenager ye are Ghost as if I wouldn't take you as ye are. Damn it all LT, has nothing I've done proved that? Ye think that lowly of me aye? Think I'm a soft omega who would shy at yer collection of knives ye right fuckin numpty"

He rambled, accent sloppy with anger as he pours out the frustration that's been building since he started trying to get close to the alpha. He didn't even have anything more to shout other than incoherent insults but he was far from done.

Uncaring about the wide open door he continued, hands waving as he got closer and leaned over the desk. Ghost was inching back in his chair the closer Soap got.

Deeply, Soap knew this wasn't the way to deal with the man. He knew this could potentially lead to Ghost fully pulling back and solidifying that wall between them that he's been painstakingly chipping away at. Soap couldn't help it though, he tried the soft route. Tried to be patient and it got him nowhere.

"I do think you need an Alpha" Ghost rumbles when the omega's face was turning blue from lack of oxygen and he paused finally to take in a big gulping breath.

"One that knows how to shut you up, but as I said, 'm not that man Sergeant" Ghosts words were a mask similar to the one over his face hiding what he was really feeling. They were both toeing dangerously close to the line of saying something too far.

Soap scoffed a harsh sound, another rant ready on his lips. The use of his rank cut harder than the insult. Ghost only ever used that title when he was truly distancing himself. Soap obsessed over the aloof man enough to understand his unspoken tells.

He knew Ghost used MacTavish when he was fondly irritated. Soap was a casual, tactical greeting and Johnny was something else, something deeper and meaningful. Or so Soap thought, now he wasn't sure he didn't imagine the feelings between them.

Ghost, to his credit was ever the picture of boredom in the face of the Scott's anger. Inside he was thankful for his mask covering his deep red cheeks, thankful for his desk hiding his hard cock.

His fists clenched as he fought to keep that unaffected aura about him while Soap readied himself to go off again. The words laced thick with anger only made Ghost's nails dig into his palm to keep himself steady. He always got a little fuzzy headed when Soap's accent got more prominent from anger.

"I cannae believe yer sittin there like a right arse sayin' that shite-" Soap started before pausing abruptly, eyes wide as they stare at Ghost, at his tense posture. Soap straightened up in realization at how flat Ghost's words fell, how strained his voice sounded. There was a desperate tinge to them instead of the usual dry delivery that accompanied an insult from him.

"Yer tryna push me away" Soap said with a clenched jaw. He growled lowly and walked around the desk, looming over the man as he just sat. Soap's eyes were too fixed furiously on the mask that hid all he wanted from him to notice the growing problem in Ghost's trousers.

"Think I'll back off after a few harsh insults that it? Think yer too much for me? Bloody fookin idiot" Soap snapped furious the man was still trying to push him away, thinking a simple insult would be enough to get rid of Soap. He was more furious that Ghost was so stuck on the idea he was too much for Soap.

Soap. Who his whole life was told he was too loud, too cocky, too dominant for an omega, too much. Soap, who his whole time in the task force did nothing but admire Ghost and his efficiency in the field. Never shied away from a blood soaked hand behind held out to him.

"I...bloody hell Johnny" Ghosts strained voice came out lowly in the middle of Soap's seething, the man finally having had run out of ways to express his frustrations and just stood panting and glaring down at him instead. He couldn't stand Soap thinking he was pushing him away because he didn't like him. The problem was Ghost liked him too much.

Ghost didn't know how to articulate his swirling thoughts. Could never hope to express himself as freely as the omega always did. How does he admit to Soap he wasn't the stoic alpha he's been pining after. That it was just a front.

Unwilling to let Soap spiral any farther into this anger he steeled himself. He was afraid to potentially lose the one person on base who actually liked him. Ghost made a last second decision and reached out. His gloved hand grasped Soap's tightly, yanking it down to his lap unceremoniously and let the omega feel just what he was hiding.

Oh.

Soap froze, breathing out a harsh breath when his hand made contact with Ghost's clothed cock, clearly aching and pressing against the zipper. Soap couldn't help but give a slight squeeze, watching raptly as the man's eyes slid shut behind his mask and a gruff noise escaped.

Oh.

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Bar! 141 AU fix

I really should make this a fic but for now it's a bunch of jumbled imagines so eat up.

(This was born of the first time I got shocked out of a panic attack by someone saying something so absurdly stupid to me and it WORKS. For sure something Soap would do, it grew from there)

-Reader getting close to Price, and bonus how the others deal with your panic attacks.

CW: AFAB Reader, suggestive themes, Ghost mentions a genital piercing like the freak he is. Panic attack descriptions.

You didn't see Price as often as you'd like. The brief appearances of him coming out to check on the bar before heading back to his office was all you got. His scrutinizing look and warm touch on your lower back lingered far longer than the man himself did.

Sure, he didn't come around often but it certainly was enough for him to get lodged into your mind, your routine. You always anticipated his next appearance with bated breath.

It wasn't until after an espically bad day that you started seeing him more. A panic attack interrupted your ability to serve the never ending crowd of customers.

Gaz's hands guided your hyperventilating self towards the secluded office, murmuring soothingly over your harsh gasps for breath as he knocked on the thick door quickly.

Price had opened, cigar hanging out of his mouth in shock at the sight of your tear streaked face before he straightened up and schooled his features. He gave a nod to Gaz as his rough hands quickly replaced the man's soft ones.

You were too focused on trying to get air into your burning lungs to register Gaz's sweet kiss to your cheek before he rushed back to the front to help Ghost drag off the man who caused all this. A touchy customer, one who got a little too friendly with their girl.

"Cmon darlin let's get you comfortable" Price rumbled, warm palm smoothing up and down your back as he got you over to the couch that sat off to the side in his office. He would admit to no one that he immediately bought an extra soft blanket--velvet even--for it as soon as he noticed your tendency to get overwhelmed on busy shifts.

He watched you carefully, keeping up a calm exterior as he squatted in front of you while dragging said blanket around your shaking and curled in shoulders. "Follow my breaths now sweetheart" he said lowly as his hand tugged your clenched one to his broad chest.

He laid it flat over his sternum as he breathed in deeply for you to feel. Your nails immediately dug into the hair peeking out of his undone buttons but he barely noticed, too focused on settling you.

You were stuck gasping for air, sobs choking your words and head pounding as you failed to draw in a full breath no matter how hard you tried.

"Focus" he said, tone turning more commanding as one broad hand pinned your palm to his chest while the other gripped the back of your neck, tugging you closer towards him.

It didn't immediately work but he was a patient man. He simply gripped you tightly as you fought past the panic, a grounding warmth.

Those moments of waiting felt like hours to John as he held steady and kept his own breaths slow and exaggerated for you to copy. Ghost once almost knifed him for trying to talk about what was upsetting the man during his own panic attack. Knowing better now, he kept quiet and steady with you.

"There ya go good girl" he sighed as soon as you took in your first full breath, your body sagging against his as your tears slowed.

He kept his hold firmly on your neck as he felt your shaking hands clutch desperately at his shirt. He understood the silent plea and kept close.

"Never gotten horny during a panic attack before" you mumbled as soon as your breaths evened out. He chuckled in disbelief and you hid your wide smile in his neck.

Bonus HC's:

Ghost, privy to a few panic attacks himself, favored Johnny's usual way of knocking him out of them. The Scott always had something stupid to say, stupid enough that Ghost got completely shocked out of his panic. So he tried it with you when he found you out back one night.

You said you were just going to take the trash out but he clocked the shaking of your hands and immediately followed.

"I have a dick piercing" he muttered, tone casual and even as he stood there despite his chest clenching at the sight.

You were leaning against the wall, teary eyed and fighting for a full breath in. There was a hidden, pleased smile on his face when he saw you stop short of a broken breath.

For a moment you just blinked up at him but to his utter delight soon a short, shocked laugh left you instead of a desperate gasp for air. Ghost was sure you'd cry harder at his attempt. He was fully prepared to fetch Gaz so the sweet man could fix his mess. Thankfully you just gave him a watery smile and his tense shoulders dropped.

"I'd quite l-like to see that" you breathed out, still leaning against the brick wall outside as you slowly caught your breath, the ache in your lungs lessening leaving way for a blush to grow over your cheeks as your eyes lingered on Ghost's pants. You knew it.

Notorious for his ease of jolting Ghost out of any panic attack, Soap was who you sought out when suddenly you were thrown into one.

It was a small one, one you could handle yourself with just a few moments alone. However, you knew he could get the job done far quicker than your painstaking process of counting breaths did.

Hands shaking as you desperately searched the back room for a familiar mop of hair. Quickly you were sobbing incoherent words at the relief of finding him combined with the frustration of not being able to explain.

"Got a wee bet with Gaz aboot what color panties yer wearin" he said quickly grasping your waist to steady you as the other propped his chin up, feigning calm as he watched you closely.

"I said yer wearin none am I right?" he asked smiling innocently when you rolled your teary eyes, a small irritated huff replacing those panicked gasps. His eyes flicked down to your heaving chest watching you take each deep breath in, relieved.

"Fuckn freak" you muttered finally, tone fond and oh so thankful before you ran a hand affectingly over his hair. A kiss was pressed in the spot you tugged on before you left to wash your reddened and tear streaked face in the bathroom.

"Aye I'm right" he nodded to himself smiling as he stood and casually followed you to the bathroom. That kiss was an invitation no?

Not many knew, but Gaz quite fancied himself a masseuse. He also became completely useless when you cried, all his charm flying out the window as your pretty eyes watered.

So when he saw you sitting in your car, hands held over your face as your shoulders shook he immediately knew what was happening. He'd gotten the brief from the others about how they soothed you out of them, but he couldn't think of anything to say that would surprise you.

Often it was the other way around now that you'd come out of your shell and only a man like Price was capable of commanding you out of them. He settled on knocking on the glass gently and pointing to the lock. He was making it up as he went, knowing you needed someone now.

Once you were able to get it unlocked he quickly slid his hands over your arms, drawing you into his chest. The pads of his fingers massaging into your tense muscles as he murmured lowly in your ear. One hand trailed gently up the side of your throat to rub into your scalp as the other worked at the back of your shaking shoulders.

"Got lots of massage oils I'd like to try on you one day doll" he said lowly as he just simply massaged, he wasn't quite sure it would work so he was watching the bar hoping one of the guys would come out soon. He knew if he tried to say something to knock you out of the panic, he'd profess his love or some stupid shit like that.

Thankfully, before he had to grab your phone and call Price, he felt you nod against his chest.

"Got any edible oils?" your voice came out muffled from where you were pressed into his pecs.

He laughed in both shock and relief. The movement jostled you yet made you relax more against him, cheek nuzzling into his soft shirt with a hum as his hands made quick work of your tense muscles.

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(Hi! After a very long break wherein Winter demolished my motivation I am here to provide more Bar!141 AU brainrot :) )

How subtle about their interest are the boys in my Bar AU? Not at all, utterly hopeless they are.

Head cannons about it below:

- Price would be the most subtle of all of them, no question. The man tried to be all business first. It would take him forever to confront what thoughts lurked in his dark office about you. He trusted Ghost to keep an eye out during your shifts, but eventually he found himself checking on you personally anyways. Eyes trailing over you before meeting Ghost's, awaiting the bouncers nod that all was okay.

"Purely a boss's job darlin" he'd mutter before disappearing back into his office.

Despite appearing unaffected, he had been smoking far more cigars lately. The boys were smart enough not to mention it. (Sometimes his smoky voice invades your thoughts when you try to fall asleep.)

- On the other side, Soap, naturally, was the most blatant with it. He didn't have an affinity for keeping his flirting subtle. Either you were interested or you weren't and he liked to figure out where he stood quick.

It was hard to tell with how standoffish you were but you also never directly told him off so he persisted. A naturally touchy guy, rough hand always just toeing the line of respectful versus suggestive. You found him endearing despite your best efforts.

You never were one for games anyways so you liked the upfront approach. You also liked that under all the flirting he was very emotionally in tune. Gave the most honest and groundbreaking advice while casually pouring another shot.

(Of course, Gaz often had to remind him to get his head on right after you left a shift or he'd end up on Ghost's wall)

- Gaz would be more subtle than Soap but less so than Price. Had more of a charm to his flirts than Ghost could ever hope for. With such an ease with words, was truly the one to look out for.

He could worm his way into your head and you'd not think much of it. Resting his chin in his hand he'd watch on with a bright gaze as you rambled about your latest class. Smoothly offering questions and honey dipped laughter like he wasn't going to brag about this to the guys later. He could pull conversation so easily out of you, even if you were someone who usually struggled with small talk. (That scared you a bit if you were honest, how much you let slip around him.)

It's been awhile since someone's been so earnestly curious about you and his attention was heady.

- Ghost would be the first one you warmed up to. Much to Soap and Gaz's displeasure. Ghost didn't truly understand why himself, he'd fumbled his way through only a few conversations with you so far and felt like they all ended in disaster. To you though, he was sweet in his own odd way.

He mostly just silently shoved snacks in your hands, gaze always set on you from the shadows. He'd never taken his role as security for you granted that's for sure. He assumed that's all it was that drew you in anyways, his job as bouncer. Which was true, but it was also his bluntness that you found refreshing. (And if you purposely let a clearly intoxicated customer close just to see Ghost deal with them that's between you and you alone)

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More of that Bar! 141 AU as a treat. (Apologies it's a little rushed finals are kicking my ass)

Also debating making this thought into a full fic.....

CW: AFAB reader, more about Ghost's sick (sexy) wall and allusions to violence because of it. Reader has anxiety (just me projecting)

The first time you got stuck in front of the photo wall by the bathrooms it was the at the end of your first shift. You had just gotten out of a very jarring interview, Price hired you on the spot and asked you to stay for a bit.

The image of him leaning back in his chair puffing on a lit cigar out of the corner of his mouth as he read over your resume was stuck in your head.

Your resume wasn't anything special for him to be reading it that closely. You didn't even have any bar experience. However, plenty of past food service jobs meant you'd hoped he'd overlook it.

He did.

Ghost had found you standing there. "Thought Boss told ya to head out" he rumbled coming up behind you far too quietly for a man of his size.

You jumped a little and turned, gaze fixed on his mask with furrowed brows. "Uh yeah just.." you trailed off not having any excuse for why you were stuck looking at these unofficial, merciless mugshots. "Yeah should go I have some essays to finish" you finally uttered turning from the wall of photos with a sigh as you realize you stayed later than you expected.

Having just dressed and prepared yourself for a quick and disappointing interview meant you were stuck in stuffy clothes all day. You winced as the nicer pair of shoes you chose meant your feet were horribly sore. An interview outfit was far from your preferred work clothing, but you couldn't find it in you to say no to Price when he looked at you through that cloud of cinnamon smoke. His eyes lidded and tired.

You heard Ghost grunt as he waved a pale hand towards the back door. "Let me walk ya to your car love" he said tone easing as he tilted his masked face down towards you.

You noticed his sharp gaze taking you in, not subtly. Maybe he was looking for your reaction to the wall. You weren't too sure what reaction you were giving off but he seemed to like what he found if he was offering to walk you. Or, maybe it was just pity. You were sure he noticed your wincing.

Either way you accepted, his warm hand steady on your lower back as you walked. Simon didn't say much, and well you'd had enough of human interaction for today so you didn't bother to either. It was surprisingly peaceful considering he was a masked stranger and, you were certain, armed.

Now here you were again, stuck frozen at the wall. You were supposed to be cleaning today. A simple task around the place to get you comfortable. At least that's what your Boss had said before disappearing back into his office. You chuckled humorlessly at that.

Comfortable.

They were all large men and naturally it put you on edge. Sure the two bartenders immediately came off as sweet and charming but that rose your hackles even more than Ghost's bluntness. At least you knew what to expect with the bouncer.

Your eyes took in the wall of photos, not a single person in one without some sort of bruise around their eye or cut around their lip. In a few you made out blurry hands curled around chins, fingers digging into the skin to keep the faces up.

You tilted your head at one as you realized it looked like Soap's hand.

His lightly tanned skin stood out against the bloody lips of the person in the photo as his pointer and thumb forced their chin up. Their eyes squinting from the harsh flash of the camera.

You didn't want to acknowledge how much you've been looking at Soap's hand since you started here to recognize it like this by the scar on his thumb.

It really should put you on edge, this display, but this was the one thing that made you actually take the job.

You didn't care about the rumors, the warnings of a large bouncer with a short temper. It made you feel a little better about the rowdy crowds when you felt his gaze on your back. This wall told you that at least you wouldn't be harassed here.

Now you knew it wasn't just Ghost, Soap's hand visible in another photo holding back someone's head by their hair. You huffed out a little laugh at that, this time far more amused. Maybe he wasn't so bad.

You decided to bite the bullet, you weren't going to get any cleaning done anyways. Setting down the cleaning rag and spray bottle you found you made your way back to the front of the bar, thankfully empty.

Soap and Gaz were busy seeing who could pour the faster shots, the drinks spilling out over the bar top as they jostled and shoved each other to try and win.

You figured you'd be cleaning that later but you couldn't find it in yourself to care when their laughter rang out throughout the area.

"Hey lass! Cmon tell us who did it better?" Soap's voice shouted, loud and full of mirth as he gave Gaz one last shove away from him. Gaz straightened up when Soap called you over, smoothing down his shirt and watching you approach with a smile.

"Ye say it was me and I'll give ya a kiss" Soap continues, leaning over the counter letting his eyes rake over you. You gave Soap a deadpanned look at that comment.

"Gaz was quicker" you said flatly.

Soap sighed, a dramatic pout on his face now and he sunk lower over the counter. "Such a bonnie thing but so mean to me " he grumbled.

There was still an up quirk to his lips that told you he truly wasn't upset. You got the sense he enjoyed this back and forth, and well you weren't sure what to do with that so you focused on Gaz who was scooting closer with a bright smile on his lips.

"Knew you had good taste doll" he murmured and reached out a hand gently straightening out your shirt sleeve that got bunched, dark skin never brushing yours but leaving tingles behind anyways.

You suddenly felt like you had stumbled into a trap you were far too inexperienced to get your way out of.

Their eyes danced over you, Soap's long fingers drumming on the bar top inching closer with each tap. As soon as you started to fidget from the anxiety that had your heart beat rapidly Soap straightened up.

"Still need a tour don't ye?" He asked his head tilting, loose strands of that grown out mohawk of his falling into his face.

You were suddenly reminded of the wall, his hand wrapped in some creeps hair tugging it harshly upwards.

You swallowed thickly and nodded muttering a "guess so" but your words lost their edge under Gaz's fleeting touch and Soap's warm eyes. You didn't need to agree, the building was basically just the large bar area and the back room. You'd seen it all now that you'd been here for a few days but you nodded as if it was your first day still.

You seriously wondered for a second if Price's comment about them being sirens wasn't fully a joke.

Soap perked up and moved out from behind the bar sending a wink towards Ghost. He'd been inching closer as soon as he clocked your signs of anxiety, now leaning on the bar. His broad arms were crossed and an unimpressed look was visible even under the mask.

"Behave Soap" Ghost warned as Soap wrapped his warm arm around your shoulders, dragging you easily with him. Soap's responding chuckle and Ghost's low warning had your heart beating faster, from more anxiety or something else you weren't sure anymore though you did know Soap wasn't going to take that warning seriously.

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This idea will not leave me alone..hear me out: Bar! AU 141

CW: Minor, brief violence in Ghost's parts. Minor allusion to handsy bar customers

Ghost as a bouncer. The big bastard that's always in a shrouded corner by the door, gaze sweeping across the room keeping a sharp eye on the patrons..the bartenders. He personally started the wall of photos by the bathrooms, letting Gaz and Soap direct him on which part of the face to bruise before having them take the photo. The capture being tapped next to the collection of other bruised faces under the large letters spelling out "Predators" on the wall.

Gaz and Soap as those pretty bartenders. They both make bartending look like an art. Have it down to a science how to charm the patrons easily. They make a game out of who can get flirted with the most. Price thinks they're secretly sirens, drinks instead of songs. They flirt for tips like second nature. Will make out if they get tipsy don't @ me

Price the owner? He never leaves the dim back office unless it's to refill his glass with smoky amber liquid and check on the two bartenders who are too chatty for their own good. Giving a brief knowing nod to Ghost hidden in the corner he heads back, piles of paperwork on his desk. He's overworked in every AU I don't make the rules

And you the new table runner. Needing a night job while you did college during the day. Standoffish at first like Ghost was when he first joined. Yet you stood no chance against Gaz and Soap's constant cups of water thrust at you, the compliments they cooed about your hard work and outfits. Keeping the more disrespectful customers distracted by them at the bar and away from you.

The various snacks Ghost kept in his black hoodie pocket as the man knew you never took a lunch break. Always watching the patrons extra close during your shift as you weaved your way through the crowd. Laughing when you snap at a particularly handsy one. (His photo will be added to the wall by the end of the night.) Walked you to your car after every shift without fault, warm hand pressed into your lower back.

The extra soft blankets on the ragged couch in Price's office for you incase of a particularly bad shift. Lights always dim, always quiet from whatever music Gaz put on that night. His low smoky tone rumbling a "customers don't come first here love you do" and pushing you to let Ghost teach you to fight, he kept his place as safe as possible but bars are always a spot for trouble. Tell me there's something here I-