Imagine: Ghost giving you the shovel talk after Soap and you made your relationship official
It's the evening, you two are smoking outside in companionable silence, taking in the star-spangled sky. Suddenly his voice pulls you out of your daydreaming.
"So... you n' Johnny, eh?”
You feel an ominous shiver run down your spine - you do not like the turn this conversation is taking. His tone is steady, like it usually is, but it means nothing when that specter is involved. He could be slicing a throat and his voice wouldn't waver a iota.
If there was anything you learned about The infamous Ghost, in the absence of his identity and the face beneath the mask, it was that the names he used for the people he considered his family were anything but random. Soap was the most common way he refered to his Sergeant, but a Johnny could slip here and there. "Johnny" was personal; intimate; vulnerable; and possessive all at once. Not in the way an insecure lover would act - although...? Maybe...? -, but in the way a pack member would bare his fangs at a newcomer to protect his mates.
There was something animalistic buried within him that would resurface from time to time, when the risk was too great, when the survival of the 141 or of any of its members was jeopardized. Something you would not risk to vex. Simon was extremely protective behind closed doors, it wasn’t a scoop, but you thought yourself safe from his fangs... or at least you did until now.
"Yeah?"
How you hate the interrogation in your voice. As if you were seeking his permission. Like a child knowing they're asking for too much but doing it anyway.
You busy yourself with your cigarette, trying to look unfazed.
"He may sound like a fuckin' playboy most of the times, but he's actually a sensible kinda fella. Doesn't go around givin' his heart to just anyone, y'know?"
You gulp. Take a deep breath. The only way out is through. Might as well be done with it.
"So, is this the part where you swear that no one will ever find my body if I hurt him?"
You're proud of how casual you managed to sound.
He actually chuckles at that. A relaxed, raspy, unbothered kind of sound. Maybe you will walk away with your life tonight after all.
"Got it all figured out, don't ya? But that's good. Saves us some time."
He tosses his cigarette and, for the first time since you’ve been outside, he turns to you and look you in the eye. His stare is as intense as ever.
"We're in agreement, then? Ya'll treat mah boy well?"
"Wouldn't dream of anything else."
"Good lass."
A pause, then:
"This works both way, y'know that, right?"
"Hmm?"
Too busy celebrating your escape from the valley of the shadow of death, you haven't been completely paying attention.
"If he gives ya trouble, I'll knock some sense into that thick head of his."
You look at him again, your face beaming and your chest tingling with a newfound joy.
"Thank you."
You smile, unable to stop the motion of your lips. Your gratefulness is not for the threat he proclaimed, but for the friendship he extends to you.
He doesn't answer. He doesn't need to.
Suddenly a burly arm wraps around your neck.
"What were ya guys talkin' about!? You’ve been there for ages." Pouts Soap.
Glancing over at Ghost, you can see that Johnny has tried to grab him by the neck too, with a lukewarm success, considering the height difference between the two of them.
"Nothin' ye need to concern yerself with", retorts Simon, lying as easily as he breathes.
As Johnny turns to you in hopes of finding an easier target that will confess everything, you nearly miss the conspiratorial wink Ghost sends your way. The action is so far removed from his usual character, you understand that the discrepancy is made to amuse you. So you giggle.
Tonight the sky is full of stars, and your heart full of bliss, the way you feel like your chest might burst with happiness at any moment, with those two men at your side.
A/N: Platonic!Reader x Ghost my beloved 😫 🖤 Tried to make Ghost the less OOC as possible, as usual >_< but man its not a walk in the fookin park.
Trouple potential tho? 👀 sorry not sorry, I can't help it, I love the ambiguity...
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okay so it's um my last night in Hanoi and i am currently sitting in the bathtub, filling it with tears.
i have had a weird summer this year. i started talking to this guy while looking to make friends in Vietnam before my visit so they could help me get by. so this guy, he's East European and man we matched so bad. the first night we talked, we sent each other like 1800 messages (yes you read that right) and we both pulled an all nighter. (our difference was like 03:30 hours) and we grew too close too fast, way too fast. we both have differences but the similarities just hit different. like personality wise, mannerisms wise and he's a professional drummer too while i am a bit musically inclined as well.
we were in love, like legit love, no infatuation or crush just love cause how the fuck do you even find such a person in this world but today ummm we broke off cause there's no future. he's looking to move to USA while i am planning for Europe, or Japan even. our careers are vastly different with no intersection.
i keep reading his last text where he broke it off... i keep realizing that i both found my soulmate and lost him. idc if there are other soulmates, i am just so... i don't think i can express this pain. i have been on autopilot doing what i am supposed to since i am on a trip with my parents and i have to constantly take care of them cause they don't speak much English either so i have to ensure everything goes smoothly.
so although it's been four hours since it happened, i finally got the opportunity to break down and just... let it be
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(I am not thee rrork)
I didn't notice sooner, but today I was scrolling through my talks with my bestie on Instagram and I just found out Thee rrork send the video of me sleeping to her.
(The Inside Out 2 theme is a mood lol)
I don't understand why would she send the video to her.
//I WAS WRITING THIS OUTSIDE ON A BENCH IN MY GARDEN, IT'S NIGHT, AND I SAW SOMEONE WITH A FLASHLIGHT APPROACHING ME! I COULDN'T FILM IT BECAUSE I AUTOMATICALLY RAN TO INSIDE MY HOUSE. I am now on the living room with my dad with me.//
Anyway, I don't l know why would Thee send the video to my friend. It doesn't make sense.
"She's coming back" I think it's refering to me.
"Accomplice" why would she call her that?
I am sure Thee rrork doesn't know who she is, she just went to the first one on my messages (which is ofc my girlie).
In the audio, my friend was confused and asking what was that, but in our native language ofc. Thee rrork speaks english so she didn't understand and thought she hadn't seen it.
I think that until now this was the most confusing thing to happen.
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i wonder if japanese will ever be fun or interesting to me again
like i dont even know if im going to grad school because i want to study japanese, or if its because i dont have any other skills now and i dont want to start from zero at my age. or if its because a previous version of me liked studying japanese and i dont know what to do anymore
what if i go back to school and find out that i just fuckin hate japanese now after all my shitty experiences interpreting. im afraid that at some point it switched from me having no time/energy to study to me having no desire to study, and im moving based on the assumption that i havent changed.
anyway it doesnt make sense to worry about this now, im not changing my path. i just worry if im gonna rly end up wasting my WHOLE life rather than just my twenties fhdjdh
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