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And some ghoap christmas leave in a snowy forest hut for shainira! Thank you..🎄🌨️

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tf 141 on vacation headcanons ☀️🌊

10 days in a hotel somewhere in greece/croatia/spain/italy

it’s a surprise from laswell after a rather long mission

gaz and johnny are ripping their pants off to reveal bright, tropical swim shorts underneath the moment they hear about it

ghost pale ass isn’t sure if he owns a bathing suit

price is…oh, he’s gone. he’s snoozing on a nearby couch. what was that, laswell? a vacation?? oh hell no-

price drives after they land in whatever country they’re vacationing in

gaz rides shotgun, poor baby is a war criminal but has massive car sickness :’(

johnny sits behind price so ghost can see price and the wheel, makes him feel safer

gaz learns a few phrases of the foreign language, the locals are pleasantly surprised and compliment his pronunciation

he also brings a disposable camera and is the designated photographer

all of them looooove seafood!!! 🦞 🐟🐙🦐🦑🦀

they have to buy so much spf because they’re all six by six meters

ghost is like a kid when they reach the beach, slathered in spf, wearing a hat and hiding underneath a beach umbrella

johnny and gaz tan and swim and snorkel and hunt fish and become citizens of an underwater city while price goes for a swim, then snores for two hours next to ghost who’s reading a book he picked up at a shitty supermarket

gaz is the one who remembers to bring water bottles and nectarines/peaches as snacks

ghost washes them in the sea, hands one to johnny and almost explodes when johnny bites into the fruit, juice dripping down his chin

johnny nearly steps on a sea urchin, but moves the entire rock it’s stuck on to so ghost (or someone else!!!) doesn’t accidentally step on it

he shows the sea urchin to ghost, and he can see the thumbs up emoji in ghost’s eyes

johnny looks ANYWHERE but at his lieutenant when he exits the sea, salty water dripping off his skin and swim shorts sticking too far up his big thighs

yet again he is only a man so he spares a glance in simon’s direction and flatlines immediately when simon squeezes his shorts to get rid of the excess water

all of them cry happy tears when they realize cigarettes are cheaper than in the uk

there’s an open-air theater? they’re going, even if it’s an animated movie or a cheesy romcom. boat tours to caves and picturesque beaches? gaz is surprising everyone with ferry tickets. Local food, desserts and alcohol? they barely make it back to the apartment after dinner.

ghost’s favorite activity is looking at all the different tea brands in the supermarket

his second favorite activity is floating in the sea, the sound of the water in his ears drowning every single thought in his head and helping him relax

when they’re relaxing back at the apartment after the beach, ghost and price are out on the terrace, staring at the sea and listening to crickets while gaz and johnny are in a 3 hour long coma from the sun

i desperately need them to buy matching necklaces/bracelets

they bring back laswell the nicest magnet they can find (or send her a postcard)

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Some paper & pencil sketches for garrick, and some period au for Mona! Thank you always ✏️🌷

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can someone please draw the 141 as calvin klein models i will give you a pack of cigarettes and a triple cheeseburger

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Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

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Previous pricesoap + current soapghost for El! Thank you 🚬🧼💀

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Take what you need.

Uncensored on X @mew_mosh

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Redraw

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Being soft with Simon Riley. That’s it. That’s the post.

Holding his hand in the supermarket, wearing his clothes with no worries, falling asleep on his shoulder on the bus. Playing stupid board games with him, and having lunches with all your friends and family.

Notes left on the kitchen table. A good morning text every day. A peck on your cheek whenever he could get close enough, and a hand on your ass whenever he could get away with it.

The little things. They didn’t even have to be sexual. Those little habits were the ones that separated Simon from Ghost, and the ones he fell in love with when it came to you.

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me: *scribbling away*

them: whatcha doing?

me: oh nothing just making a list so i don't forget

the list:

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AAAAAAAAAAA YES!!!! 😭

I have a soft spot for Simon having curly hair and from this, I need Soap to call him Lamb; at first as a joke but then it became a legitimate term of endearment. It happens out in the field one time, they're talking like usual but Soap forgets himself and lets the name slip. Anyone who overheard is staring confused, because this man must have a death wish calling The Ghost such a soft and unassuming name but Ghost doesn't even pause.

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the brass ring of unimaginable swag, 2025

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people keep liking/reblogging this post and i just keep thinking about the unfinished fic in my google docs folder…i really want to finish it, sit on it a bit, and post it on ao3, but at the same time that’s just procrastinating about getting it done :’) should i post one chapter and work from there?

something something ghoap staying at johnny’s family farm that’s less than two hours away from glasgow.

they barely reach the damn place because simon insists on driving and takes a wrong exit on the highway and johnny has to piss a hundred times during the drive.

the air is crisp and cold and frosts the tips of their noses and simon forces indifference when johnny’s fingers brush simon’s to hold the duffel bag so he can close the trunk of the car.

johnny knocks on the front door and his mother rips it open, hugging his son and without a second to think, hugs simon as well and ushers them inside.

johnny’s father is a simple man and gives simon a firm handshake and a pat on his back and shows him the dining room, a feast set on the table and every salad under the sun overflowing in hand painted bowls that johnny’s mother made when she did pottery ten years ago.

johnny’s sisters are there, his niece and nephews as well, all children and simon sweats thinking how in the hell he is supposed to talk to them. are the boys at the appropriate age to know about guns and knives? or do they look at encyclopedias of greek mythology and dinosaurs? does the niece like barbie and dress up? or is she one of those girls that like to collect bugs and draw hopscotch on the pavement with colorful chalk and wipe the excess from her fingers onto her pants?

they watch him with eager eyes and giggles smothered behind tiny hands, and watch in awe when he lifts his balaclava to expose his mouth so he can eat.

johnny does the talking at the table and simon can’t understand a fucking word he’s saying because he’s gone full scottish with his family, only hums and nods occasionally. he wolfs down every piece of food, the human trashcan that he is (and because he doesn’t remember the last time he had a home-cooked meal), and nearly combusts for a second time that day as johnny’s mam places a plate with a thick slice of apple pie in front of him, vanilla ice cream melting over it and puts a hand on his shoulder, “johnny told me ye have a sweet tooth, so i made it especially for ye.”

simon who does silent breathing exercises so he doesn’t cry because he misses this so fucking much. to sit down with a family and enjoy a meal together with loved ones and not fight, nor scream nor yell nor cry nor throw food nor break plates and it’s just laughter upon laughter upon claps on the shoulders and clutching at arms and pulling each other into side hugs and light jabs that mean nothing and don’t break into full blown fights and simon thinks he’s going to vomit.

simon who gets to see johnny’s childhood bedroom. it’s decorated in superhero posters and hanging medals and trophies from gymnastics and competitive shooting competitions. johnny turns sheepish when simon points them out, teases him and likes and fears the swirl of warmth in his chest when johnny’s ears and neck turn red. he’s told “still a better shot than you,” and if johnny were anyone else, he’s be given toilet cleaning duties for the next three months.

simon who wants to pull out and empty every drawer, check every nook and cranny and learn and suck in every single piece of information and story there is about johnny and what — there’s pictures of you as a kid? with a mohawk? fuck off, soap, lemme see.

johnny opens the left door of his wardrobe and it’s covered in baby pictures of him and his family and simon’s chest tightens but he doesn’t break his gaze. Lo and behold, Johnny points out a picture on top and holy shit, it’s him holding a fat, orange cat the size of half his body and he’s sporting a long mohawk. His cheeks are stained with tears but there’s a forced grin on his face and blood on his chin. johnny explains it was his 7th birthday, he fell off a swing, hit his chin and his mam still wanted a photo. the cat’s named ‘fergus’ and he’s still alive and has lost most of the weight. he explains more photos but simon’s eyes keep coming back to the first one and he just wants to lean down and leave a gentle kiss on the scar covering johnny’s chin.

the kids don’t leave simon alone, as much as uncle johnny protests and tells them to get tae and let ‘em rest, he’s been drivin’ all mornin’ but watches them from the kitchen with a soft smile as simon walks around with the kids hanging and clutching at his strong arms like they’re monkeys and simon can’t get enough of their giggles and ooh’s and ahh’s when he tells them heroic and child-friendly war stories about their uncle. he also tells them that he sucks ass at taking orders and sharing his MREs and that they should listen to their parents and respect their elders and share with each other. johnny smothers a grin behind his hand as simon uses his lieutenant’s voice when speaking to the kids about these things.

johnny steals simon away then, “gotta show ‘em the horses”, and simon keeps his distance and doesn’t dare get up on one of them. the cockiest, “scared, Lt.?” with a shit-eating grin from johnny makes him grab the reigns and climb on. johnny leads the horse down the field and they fall into a comfortable silence. simon can’t get enough of the peace and quiet and chirping of birds and gentle yet chilly breeze on his hands and johnny is suddenly coming to a halt.

simon looks down at his sergeant, and his cheeks are flushed red and there’s determination and well-masked hesitation in his blue eyes and before simon knows it, he’s being pulled down by the sleeve of his jacket and johnny is cupping the sides of his face and pressing a gentle kiss over the material of simon’s mask. it’s innocent, quick, almost like it doesn’t even happen and isn’t registered. but their gazes meet when they part and it’s over for both of them because simon is fervently pushing his mask up and cupping johnny’s cheeks and they’re both leaning forward again and pressing kiss upon kiss upon kiss on each other’s lips and simon finally thinks,

i’ve found it. i’ve found home.

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Couple requests for nat and Cuppa Earl Grey! 🩵❤️ Thank you, sorry it's so late...