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[soitgoesanonymous]

hi cod anon!! firstly i love ur fics theyre everything to me, and ive been rereading them now to cope with moving into university. life is beautiful because of 09 macriley and no one else. anyway! fic50 was so special to me I remember when it came out and i still love it so much; i mustve reread it ten times over just this week. i wish there was a way to leave kudos over and over, but ive already left a comment on it and that’ll have to be good enough.

anyway anyway. the beginning of chapter two is just so dear to me. i love alice she’s my specialest gal, but i don’t feel confident enough to draw her yet (manipulatively trying to get you to give refs of the sisters if you have them /lh). but i did manage to get a doodle of john and simon completed. drawing them super soft and relaxed is the thing keeping me from going crazy right now.

thank you for this series :) i cant put into words how much it means to me actually (putting it into words rn). take care of yourself and everything, drink water, everything like that (and hopefully we might get to see the rest of the sisters soon ehehe…)

ok so first of all hiiiii every time i see any of ur replies or comments i wave in my head :DDD

second of all the fanart keeps making me laugh because of captav’s absolutely dead expression in the background ahah he’s experiencing grief the likes of which the world has yet to see. thank you sm!!! <3 <3 <3

third of all this is now an alice post. i made some really sketchy references for everyone so sorry about the quality but this is how i see them when i write them!!!!

this next part is just me nerding out about writing. but!! i generally write alice as a narrative foil to mactavish, in that they’re basically opposites? alice saves lives while mactavish takes them, alice is open about her feelings to a fault, to the point where she will butt into situations because she feels so strongly about the emotions involved. despite so many of her loved ones often being far (she works despite having cece, her husband often works overseas, her sisters live elsewhere, her brother is in the army) she loves in abundance, opposite to mactavish. she basically represents the civilian life that captav thinks he can’t have— the nice house in the suburbs, the little family, the marriage, the job.

(straight up sorry for the quality i did this in 10 minutes) all the family have nicknames (in order, their full names are john, alice, tamara, maureen and caroline :])

i’m not sure how much i’ll actualy have them appear in yours to keep i just think its fun to write lore!!! :DDD

thank you again for the fanart and for reading and enjoying my works so much ily <3 <3 best of luck with university!!!!

[soitgoesanonymous]

I'm not sure if I sent it twice… 😶‍🌫️

If it's okay to share, I'd like to know between Riley and MacTavish, who is more enthusiastic about kissing? Who is better at kissing? And what are their favorite places to be kissed? 🫣

i got this the first time but actually i was trying to force myself to write BUT now i’ve uploaded yipee so:

1) in terms of enthusiasm, i think captav is more enthusiastic about lil kisses (forehead, cheeks, temples, pecks on lips, anywhere!) but ghost is more intense about it, like more willing to lengthen a kiss just to make it last. just in case :)

2) inexplicably i like the idea riley is just super good at kissing. not to say mactavish is bad but i just feel like he’s good at everything else. i also just like the visual image of mactavish getting his shit rocked when all he was after was a little peck on the lips. but i also like the idea that mactavish is a lil bitey :]

3) cap: probably lips or around the jaw, like under it or that lil soft spot between your jaw and ear :3

ghost: i feel like ghost would enjoy kisses in unorthodox spots. like eyelids or scars or inner thighs (:0!!) or the neck. i think he’d just like to be kissed

ok back to google docs >:0

[soitgoesanonymous]

i’m slowly getting the hang of tumblr i promise

except your absence (12,230 words) - anon

MacTavish blinked, did a double take at his phone, frowned deeper, and—

“Ghost?”

“Who d’you think?” Ghost replied, exasperated, and there was the sound of him rummaging about down the phone— “have you seen my lighter or not?”

or— a series of phone calls while they’re deployed apart

Fandom:

Call of Duty (Video Games)

Relationship:

John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley

Characters:

John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish's Sister, Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Additional Tags:

Hurt/Comfort, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Game: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (2009), Captain John "Soap" MacTavish, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Late Night Conversations, Phone Calls & Telephones, Banter, John "Soap" MacTavish Loves Simon "Ghost" Riley, Soft John "Soap" MacTavish, Soft Simon "Ghost" Riley, Proofread with Grammarly, a variety of bets going on in the background

(am i even supposed to post these on tumblr??? what am i doing :0 :0 :0)

[soitgoesanonymous]

Hiiiii!!!!! <3<3

I love your work on ao3, the series has to be, and I’m not kidding, in the top 5 of the best works I have ever read on that God forsaken site. I wait for your uploads like a starving mutt foaming at the mouth.

So anyways, I was rereading some of the more recent chapters lately and it got me thinking, and I hope this isn’t inappropriate to ask, but I was wondering how you would see sex between MacTavish and Riley? Like, how would it go between them if it theoretically were to happen?

Also jeez but CapTav is a freak lmao, getting all possessive in the latest chapter and all. It got me wondering if there is anything in particular you headcanon him being into? That man scares me sometimes, I can’t imagine him being all vanilla lol.

Again sorry if this isn’t appropriate to ask but the chapters have become increasingly more horny and I can’t stop thinking about them, my precious freaks…..

Thanks again for writing that masterpiece, and sorry for the long post and grammar (English is not my native language). Lots of love and hope you don’t explode or something! <3

i said i would get better at answering asks and instantly forgot i had a tumblr account at all. my mistake!!

i don’t want to answer in too much detail and spoil something i may or may not write, but putting aside past traumas for a moment, in my head this is definitely a freak4freak situation. riley wants to be wanted with the exact same intensity as captav’s possessive qualities. i also feel like captav would absolutely be willing to dial it down for riley (so as not to scare him) which would produce an interesting dynamic where riley could find out how many buttons he has to press to get mactavish to admit what he wants.

(this is super specific and not something that comes up often, but to complement ghost’s lil praise kink i always thought soap might have a lil degradation kink. that’s why he enjoys ghost taking the piss out of him more than he can explain why, or why ghost goading him when they spar gets under his skin like it does)

(oh and i’m editing to add that mactavish is the only captain who’s orders ghost consistently follows. make of that what you will)

i’m asexual so i don’t really have many feelings on sex more than an extension of their characters so obviously i don’t think either of them would jump straight into kinky sex without several discussions and of course, ptsd/past SA makes these sorts of things less straightforward. but!!! that is for another work, i think? it could be a fun exploration of characters and knowing each other in different ways.

ok back to google docs. sorry for the delays i have just got into uni so i am consequently busy :) thank you for reading, love you all!! <3 <3

[soitgoesanonymous]

I’m certain that there are at least two mentions in the entire series describing Riley wearing a dress and MacTavish showing interest in it (maybe not much, but I think it’s there)

I want to ask, if given the chance (perhaps in the future)would MacTavish want to see Riley actually wear a dress?

i’m trying to be better at answering asks SO

author wise i’m not sure if i’d ever write that (yet). but i might!!

character wise? mactavish would be obsessed with riley in a potato sack. but he’d probably experience a cardiac event about him in a dress. the thought of it would straight up ruin a mission and send them into ww3. he’d enjoy it so much he’d probably black out.

tl;dr: yes, very much

[soitgoesanonymous]

links and stuff:

hey hey, if you’re here, i wrote the yours to keep series on ao3!! i’m anonymous there and here, and i’m only on tumblr sporadically.

you’re welcome to ask questions or leave asks but i often don’t get around to responding to them, although i’ve been meaning to for a few days! i’ll do my best to answer questions and anything else you might want to know :)

i don’t really have any specific pronouns or anything, you can refer to me how you want. i’m not bothered! :D

here are some links for you:

donate to gaza: https://www.unicef.org.uk/donate/children-in-gaza-crisis-appeal/

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donate to médecins sans frontières!: https://msf.org.uk

thank you for reading my works <3

[soitgoesanonymous]

May I have you AO3? I'd like to read your fics, if you don't mind?

i nevrt normally respond to asks because for lack of a better way to put it, i am useless at responding to people saying nice things (sorry about that btw i really do appreciate it i just suck), but i’ve just realised i never actually linked the series on here

it’s 63 parts rn!!! ^^ there’s a chinese/mandarin translation available thanks to two lovely readers if you want to read that instead <3

[soitgoesanonymous]

kicking my feet and twirlng my hair and screaming into my pillow rn <3

thank you so much for this fanart :,) i keep looking at it and smiling i feel really privileged to receive it <3 <3 <3 <3

Another Fanart drawn based on the stunning "Yours to Keep" series by @soitgoesanonymous

I think the way ghosts get scared is very cute:)

artist：一個獄

[soitgoesanonymous]

holy fuckim shit oh my god

i think i’ve mentioned before that i often struggle to respond to nice things, i also think I’ve mentioned before how much i absolutely appreciate and love every piece of fanart i get??? and this looks so unbelievably cool????? i keep rereading it to make sure its really my dialogue on there it seems far too good for it ohhh my god!!!

thank you very much for your lovely art !!!! <3 i can’t put into words how honoured i feel to receive it wwhwhahsha <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!!

(live image of me rn)

Fanart drawn based on the stunning "Yours to Keep" series by @soitgoesanonymous Cuddling with your Captain on a late-night train is the sweetest thing I've ever seen. I know nothing about drawing, so thanks to the equally amazing artist "一個獄" for completing this piece :>

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58947106

[soitgoesanonymous]

every single time i post one of these i get crazy second thoughts like ‘wtf did i just publish’

need to take a bite (5884 words) - anon

“You hold your soldiers to high standards, MacTavish,” Lopez remarked, with a thin smile; he gave a polite huff of amusement before returning his gaze to the field, raking over it to find who he was really after.

After over a year of knowing him, working with him, and living with him, he probably should have lost the ability to be surprised by him. But if there was anyone who could stun him, knock him flat on his feet no matter how long it had been, it was Ghost.

ghost impresses another captain during a training exercise; mactavish seeks to remind him whose tags he wears :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/68262376

Fandom:

Call of Duty (Video Games)

Relationship:

John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley

Characters:

John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Minor Characters

Additional Tags:

Fluff, Comfort No Hurt, Game: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (2009), Captain John "Soap" MacTavish, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Military Training, Rain, Pre-Relationship, Mutual Pining, Possessive John "Soap" MacTavish, ghost wears a really tight shirt idk, Dog Tags, Teasing, idk how to tag this, Flirting, Unresolved Sexual Tension

(why isn’t the link doing that big link button thing. hu hu hu :c)

[soitgoesanonymous]

hey man….. post the drafts….. (manipulatively) (it wont let me vote in ur poll)

i got self conscious and immediately deleted the poll which is why you couldn’t vote in it. here’s a draft i ended up not publishing (because i reworked it all into other works). i put my little annotations in blue if that’s okay :)

draft no. whatever (i don’t label these things), 2374 words.

(no content warnings)

In his life, MacTavish never thought he’d be in a position where his dreams were dangerous.

“Mm— mhm,” Ghost hummed into the kiss, unable to stop talking, even for a moment, “yeah, like that.”

The details of the dream changed each time; sometimes, in his peripheries, they swam and shifted, so that he’d start in one place and end in another. There were always constants, though— the heat Ghost radiated, the scent of his shampoo, the way his lips would press against his, and occasionally, lower— in the present moment, though, he recognised the hot warmth of morning sunlight flooding through the dusty windows of his flat, the scent of cooking eggs, the countertops he had him pressed against as he wrapped steady hands around his waist to keep him close—

“You’re gonna burn the eggs again,” Ghost reminded him, smiling against his lips. He was pressed against the countertop, nearly chest to chest so that he had to tilt his head up to kiss him—

“To hell with the eggs,” he grumbled, as Ghost pulled back again to smile wider, looking up at him.

“Lady’ll eat ‘em out the rubbish,” Ghost replied, eyes dilated and catching the morning light, aglow. “She’ll get fat.”

“Fatter, you mean,” MacTavish corrected, and when Ghost opened his mouth to reply again, kissed it to keep him quiet. “Jesus, Simon, quit running your mouth.”

“You like my mouth.”

He knew, by the silence outside, that it was a Sunday morning— lazy, and slow, and quiet. He also knew that if he looked down, the fur slinking between their legs would glare reproachfully at the attention.

It was dangerous to be dreaming that way in the field. Dangerous to do it around his men, dangerous to do it at all— but he was half awake, half asleep, and couldn’t help the way he lifted a hand to the back of Ghost’s head to tangle his hair in golden blond strands—

“C’mon, Johnny— mmph,” Ghost huffed, as he pressed their lips together again, before putting a hand on his chest to push him back, “eggs’re gonna be well done by now— mm—”

“Fuckin’ hell, Simon,” MacTavish complained, and dragged his tongue across the ridge of his teeth, “you’re stuck on these eggs. It’s always about the bloody food with you.”

“Fastest way to a man’s heart,” Ghost hummed, shrugging carelessly as his tongue slid across his— the eggs sizzled and popped, and somewhere by his head, Sandman’s foot kicked dangerously close.

“Aye,” he agreed, and Simon’s hand drifted higher up his chest, nails raking soft paths up. “Through the ribs is more efficient, though.”

The laugh bubbled up against his lips, and when Ghost smiled next, his teeth bumped up against his. It was swelteringly warm, warmth curling up the back of his neck, more so when Ghost threw an arm around his neck to followed the sunlight up— vaguely, he knew he had fallen asleep on his stomach, the polyester of the sleeping back crunching under his cheek, but then the hand on his chest trailed up to feel around his collar, and Ghost was taking a fist of his tags around his collar.

“Where’re you going, huh?”

“Got to go,” he replied, and he was almost sure the sound of eggs popping in oil wasn’t entirely in his imagination, “you know I’ve got to go.”

“You’re always doing this,” Ghost grumbled, and the hand up the back of his neck reached up to the back of his head, tugging gently on the mohawk— “c’mon, we’ve not even had the eggs yet.”

“I know,” MacTavish agreed, and the ring of blue around Ghost’s pupils was outright dangerous, “I know.”

“Not even got time for a goodbye kiss?” Ghost asked, half teasing as he looked down at him— the morning light only caught half his face, the freckles dotting across his cheeks and nose. His hair was falling into his eyes, eyelashes caught gold in the sunlight; flushed pink, his lips were the same colour as his cheeks, pressed pink and spit slick. MacTavish sighed, all too aware of the consciousness encroaching on the corners of his vision, and pulled back— but the fist on his tags pulled tight, pulling him back, and—

“You’re so bleedin’ stubborn, Simon,” MacTavish laughed, lips inches from Ghost’s.

“You’re so cruel,” Ghost shot back, pulling on the tags like a leash. “I’m going to have to eat these eggs alone, you know?”

“I know,” MacTavish nodded, and leaned closer, trying to keep the genuine pain out of his voice, “I’m sorry.”

Ghost laughed again, but didn’t move any closer, as if he was savouring the moment.

There was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep himself there. He knew it, Ghost knew it, but he couldn’t stay there, and he knew that too—

“Come on, Johnny,” Simon whispered, [sentence i never finished], “one more? For good luck?”

Anything, anything he asked for, any time he asked for it— but he didn’t say that. His cupid’s bow caught the morning sunlight, and the ridges of the Glasgow smile, keloided over his skin, shone when he lifted his hands and dragged a thumb across them; Ghost’s cheeks folded with the smile as MacTavish leaned in, eyes closing as he hummed happily, and—

The safehouse was small enough that even the sound of eggs cracking into a bowl in the kitchen was loud enough to wake MacTavish up.

“Sky.”

“No,” Ghost was saying from the kitchen of the safehouse, frown audible in his voice.

“Sun.”

“No.”

“I— Jesus,” Roach sighed, and there was the sound of spitting eggs again, as MacTavish blinked gritty eyes, “I dunno, uh— sandwich? Sandwiches?”

“Bloody hell— where the fuck’re you seeing a sandwich, Bug?” Ghost demanded incredulously, simultaneously quiet and annoyed— there was another hiss, as if someone had flipped the eggs, and when Ghost spoke next, it was with the distinct tone of someone pinching the bridge of their nose—

“Let’s just— forget I Spy for a second, how many words starting with S do you actually know, Sanderson?”

“Sanderson, for one.”

“Jesus Christ,” Ghost mumbled, as MacTavish listened to the distinct sound of another egg cracking— sunlight, hot and warm, sifted through the dirt on the window and onto the floor of the living room that the eight of them were sleeping on. Besides him, the empty spot Ghost had left when he must have woken up was steadily being encroached upon by Meat, an arm and leg thrown over the indent in the sleeping bags, and Roach’s pack had been rummaged through. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breaths and snores, and was distinctly warm in the way sleep seemed to make it; MacTavish turned over, blinking at the ceiling before scrubbing at his hair as he listened.

“Give me another egg.”

“Can’t we make omelettes?”

“With what, exactly? We’re making ‘em scrambled. There’s an S word— scrambled.”

“Oh. I mean, can’t we—”

“Scrambled, and that’s an order, sergeant. It’s s’posed to be morale boost, we’re not depressing everyone with limp omelettes.”

“Hm,” Roach agreed, sounding disappointed, before— “wait, is scrambled the word?”

“For fuck’s sake— no.”

The safehouse was practically a cabin, and they were crammed in like sardines between the eight of them. The bedroom had a hole in it, and the last week of storms had meant it was off-limits— all eight of them, then, slept in the living room, with the exception of Ghost, who had fallen asleep half the nights on night sentry, and MacTavish, who had stayed up with him, watching the rolling farmland flood with the rain. Morale had been running low for several days, between the storm, dwindling meal rations, and the way they were crammed together— the sunlight was a good sign, though, and he knew if he opened his eyes and glanced to the sky, it would be the clear blue that only followed storms. Yawning again, he turned over on his sleeping bag and kicked the blanket off of him, scrubbing his hand through the mohawk as he listened to the movement in the kitchen.

(there was supposed to be something connecting these parts that i never wrote :c)

“Go see if anyone’s awake,” Ghost ordered, and there was the hiss of a pan as more eggs were poured into it. A moment later, Roach appeared around the doorway; the angle hid him from MacTavish, so he went to Decker first, sleeping closest to the kitchen door.

“Hey—,” he listened to Roach lean down and whisper, “Decker. Wake up.”

There was no answer; MacTavish leant over, and shoved into Meat to try and get him up, who only rolled over.

“Decker,” Roach whispered again, “come on, get up.”

“Jesus,” Ghost appeared by his side a moment later, “the fuck’re you being so gentle for? Oi! Decker!”

“Mm— wha’sit?” Decker replied blearily,

“Eggs. Wake up and eat them or I’ll throw them out.”

“M’kay,” Decker nodded, “‘ll wake up the others.”

“Easy,” Ghost told Roach, before glancing over at him. “Morning, captain.”

“Riley,” MacTavish acknowledged, propping himself up on an elbow. He was wearing an older skull mask, design chipping off around his eyes, and MacTavish noted, with endearment that physically ached, the way the sun had made his cheeks pinker, exactly as in the dream— Ghost smiled, still holding a spatula, the hoodie rucked up to his elbows despite the fact his gloves were still on.

“Where have you got eggs from, then?” He asked, scrubbing at his eyes again— Ghost beamed wider, and clapped Roach on the back hard enough to make him stumble.

“Our resident infiltration expert stole from a farm!”

“I didn’t— I didn’t steal,” Roach corrected hurriedly, “there was just— a chicken farm, a mike west of here— I left some over for the farmers, it’s not like—!”

“There’s another S word for you,” Ghost cut across him happily, “steal. Shame thief doesn’t start with S, huh?”

“I’m not a thief!”

“Mm—” Sandman, from somewhere besides MacTavish, stirred— “why’s Roach yelling about being a thief, sir?”

“I’m not a thief!” Roach bellowed defensively— several people blinked themselves awake at the sudden volume, and Meat flopped over.

“You kill people for a living,” Ghost pointed out, crossing his arms, “stealing is where you draw the line?”

“Why am I smelling eggs?” Archer asked, wiping his hair out of his face. “Oh— for fuck’s sake, Adams, is that you?”

“Why would it be me?” Adams grumbled, “Royce is right there!”

“It’s never Royce,” Sandman told him. “Royce smells like an English garden.”

“It’s my aftershave,” Royce agreed sagely, before blinking up at the ceiling. “Oh, I smell eggs, too.”

“Ghost’s making everyone scrambled eggs!” Roach declared, with all the indignation of a child tattling on another.

Meat finally snorted awake, to nine pairs of surprised looks, all at Ghost.

“You want an S word, Bug?” Ghost glared venomously at Roach, rounding on him. “Suicidal. Because that’s what you must be.”

“He’s holding a spatula,” Roach added into the silence, despite the way his hands flew up in surrender and he took a step back over Decker, “I’m not lying.”

In the kitchen, the eggs kept spitting in the pan. MacTavish shot Ghost a look, which he returned with a glare— apparently cautious, Roach took another little step back.

It was Meat who broke the silence, sitting up.

“You’re making us breakfast, Ghost?” He asked, grinning.

“Making myself breakfast,” Ghost snapped back. “The rest of you get my leftovers.”

“No, he’s not!”

“Shut it.”

“He got bread for toast,” Roach added, lifting his hands higher in surrender. “I didn’t rob anyone!”

“You’ve only worked here for what— year, year and a half?” Sandman sat up too, scratching at his stubble— “and it only took that long for you to finally soften up on us?”

The spatula was thrown at his head with deadly accuracy, and only missed because of the speed at which Sandman ducked.

“Oi!”

“I’m eating your breakfast,” Ghost snarled, ignoring the barely stifled laughter around the room.

“No!”

“I’m eating your breakfast too,” he added, jabbing a finger towards Roach.

“You can’t eat six eggs in one sitting,” Roach replied, bewildered.

“Try me.”

“I’m smelling burning eggs now,” Archer provided, flopping back down on his sleeping bag. Ghost shot Roach a pointed glare, and with a little sigh, Roach stepped carefully over five sets of legs to take the spatula off Sandman, who snatched it from the ground to hand to him.

“All of you need to wake up before they’re done, or I’m binning them all,” Ghost glowered at them all, before turning on his heel and stalking to the kitchen. He disappeared through the door, before sticking his head out to scowl at Roach—

“And the kitchen’s off-limits for you now.”

“What— I stole eggs for you!”

“You’re getting the burned ones,” Ghost shot back, before disappearing back into the kitchen. MacTavish yawned again, and shot a sidelong look at Sandman—

“He’s a sweetheart, really.”

“Through and through,” Sandman agreed, rolling his eyes as he got up, Roach taking a defeated seat on the sofa. “Come on sir, ranks say you get the bathroom first. Maybe exfil’ll take us out this shithole before Ghost has to start cooking us dinner, too.”

Getting the bathroom first meant that he was out of it first, and had to push past Roach, standing in the doorway, to get through to the kitchen.

“Spatula!”

“No. Piss off.”

“Saucepan?”

“I’ll lob it at your head, Roach, don’t test me.”

“Come on,” Roach was beginning to sound a little desperate, and stepped to one side to let MacTavish through— “Ghost, it’s got to be something— give me a hint!”

“You want the answer, Bug?” Ghost, standing over the stovetop, turned over his shoulder to glare. “Stab wound.”

“What— what?” Roach blinked, bewildered— “But there aren’t any stab wounds near us!”

“Not yet,” Ghost agreed, eyes narrowed. “You’re on the right track, though.”

Half for Roach’s sake, and half because it was really too early for it, MacTavish closed the door on Roach before he could splutter out a reply.

“You ever get worried that you threaten people too much, they won’t take you seriously?”

“Roach knows I’m not kidding,” Ghost muttered, turning back to the stove to angrily poke at the eggs.

[i ended up abandoning this, half because i felt the dream thing was overused and half because i couldn’t figure out how i wanted it to end - i think it was just more devastating pining. the dreams thing got worked into my most recent work, the cooking eggs w roach thing got put into ‘spilled all over me’, and i’m still looking for an excuse to write more tf141 stuff cause i love them :3 but i don’t think i’ll finish it]

thank you for reading :)

[soitgoesanonymous]

ok i guess we’re doing this again

bite the hand that needs you - anon (13,409 words)

It had been a dream. It had just been a dream, him conflating nightmares and memories, his traitorous mind tainting the good things in his life with dead men, but—

But, he had wanted it. It was just a dream but it had felt— good, he’d felt good, and he’d wanted it, he asked for it, it was his hands and his lips and his choice—

ghost has a difficult nightmare and has to come to some conclusions in the aftermath

Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)

Relationship: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Game: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (2009), Captain John "Soap" MacTavish, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Dreams and Nightmares, Nightmares, Simon "Ghost" Riley Has PTSD, Late Night Conversations, Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Panic Attacks, Eventual Happy Ending

(this one is a heavy one sorry :c please read carefully i hope you enjoy it regardless)

[soitgoesanonymous]

Brilliant author, I just have to say.... please, please let them be happy in the end. They have suffered, and they will continue to suffer, but please, when the time comes, let them have everything that we know they deserve: peace, happiness, and joy in each other's love. Foreshadow away, orchestrate their agonies, and we readers will eat it up. We don't come here for canon endings of death and pain.

This is just me begging, by the way. Your writing is amazing and whatever you share is gratefully received. Don't feel obliged to respond to this, just wanted to put in my two cents and say please PLEASE don't kill either one of them. <3

ahhh please don’t feel you have to beg!!!!!! i’m way too much of a baby for mcd i literally can’t even read fics with it in because it makes me so sad lol. i’m not gonna kill either of them off :)

the works might adhere to mw2 canon, but i’d like happy endings for both of them i think :) it’ll just hurt very deeply and painfully for all involved getting to those happy endings frfr. but by all means in the end they will be happy and together and alive :D

thank you so much for reading!!! <3 i appreciate it sm goodnight <3 <3 <3

(picture for reference)

[soitgoesanonymous]

i don’t know if I’m supposed to post when I put up a new fic on here? but

god only knows - by anon

“—and I don’t know how it got there, either,” he continued, like he hadn’t heard him, running an agitated hand over the mask, “no one outside the squad knows where my office is, I didn’t see anyone come in or leave— it was there when I got back from the mission, so I don’t know how long it’s been there—”

“Riley—” he cut in again, kneading at the furrow in his eyebrow—

or— one man’s attempt to give his prickly lieutenant a gift

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Categories:

Gen, M/M

Fandom:

Call of Duty (Video Games)

Relationship:

John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley

Characters:

John "Soap" MacTavishSimon "Ghost" Riley

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Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Game: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (2009), Captain John "Soap" MacTavish, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Gifts, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, summer (the season), John "Soap" MacTavish Has Sisters, John "Soap" MacTavish Loves Simon "Ghost" Riley, Soft John "Soap" MacTavish, Soft Simon "Ghost" Riley, proofread guys idkidk…

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[soitgoesanonymous]

Are you okay with people illustrating moments from your 'Yours to Keep' series? So many of your stories have scenes that would look amazing in art form.

Keep up the amazing writing <3 <3

hihi yeah i don’t mind!!!! a handful of people have made fanart/fanworks and basically what i do is i look at them like a widower looks at videos of his wife in all those films. like clutching my chest and everything. obviously you don’t have to make anything but if you eber want to please link it so i can find it!! :) :) thank you <3

[soitgoesanonymous]

Hi!! I’m so excited to see you here on tumblr! I was truly ecstatic to find your series on ao3, first because 09 ghoap fics are a commodity to be cherished, and second because your writhing of them is damn good. I am consistently delighted by the multifaceted nature of your characterisation and I love the breadth of situations you’ve put them in. It really does make my day seeing an update of your’s so thank you so much for sharing this wonderful creation.

wwww so many people are being nice in the asks its crazy :,) i am sorry i struggle with responding to like, nice comments? but i just wanted you to know i love writing for you!!!! its very nice to me that my little hobby is enjoyed by so many people thank you for reading and enjoying it!!! <3 <3

[soitgoesanonymous]

HOLY SHIT YOURE THE YOURS TO KEEP WRITER I DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE ON TUMBLR YOURE MY FAVORITE WRITER WVER HOLY SHIT

its v fun for me to see all the people i recognise off ao3 here lolol hiii!!! thanks for reading my fics its so nice to see you here <3 <3