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Didn't post anything in a while and only came back to proudly say I finally finished my second long fanfic,,,

Link to the last chapter (smut):

Thank you for reading and have a good one! ♡

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Ghost: If you get hurt one more time I'll fuck you up.

Soap: Can't you fuck me up right now?

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You should follow my TikTok for more shit posts 💅 @/whatev_i_guess

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He lost a bet

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Ghost in his natural habitat

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Johnny with a smirk: Wanna play a game of chicken?

Ghost going down on one knee, taking out a ring: Sure.

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Johnny clinging onto Ghost while being drunk

Gaz: You good, Ghost?

Ghost ignoring it: Yeah, just let him be. He gets touch starved whenever he's drunk.

Johnny with a slurred voice: Who is my biggest boy?

Ghost dryly: I am.

Gaz, blinking slowly: I might throw up.

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name: whatever

age: 25+ y/o

pronouns: he/him (they/them is fine too)

fandom: cod

other interests: gaming, webcomics, manga, anime, conventions, writing, youtube, art, music (lots of punk)

my ask is open

my ghoap playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3M4zkvPRnLbgF6sM2nBMka?si=8affbabdc349447f

my cod fanfics:

1. Scared of the Dark [completed]: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48170800/chapters/121474507

2. In my Scope [completed]: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50164864/chapters/132591490

3. One Shot, Letter to Johnny [completed]: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55109887

instagram for cosplay photos:

https://www.instagram.com/whatev_i_guess?igsh=MTNtNDdkb2F5bms3

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Ghost at the gym: Need a spotter, Johnny?

Soap nervously: Ah dinnae think ah kin focus with ye as mah spotter.

Ghost: Then look at my face and not at my balls, dickhead.

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Ghost: Do you ever feel like a touch can hurt?

Soap: Of course it can. Sometimes it burns, sometimes it pulls out more than you can give. But sometimes a touch can lay softly on your skin and embrace you in a warmth that isn't comparable to anything else.

Ghost reaching out: I hope my touch will never pain you.

Soap leaning into Ghost's hand: How could it ever hurt? All you give me is love, Lt. And I will give it back to you a hundred times more until I die.

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My baby ghost from @/z-nth (@/zyphenth on Twitter) arrived and now he can judge my everyday move!

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Soap: What if we grow old together?

Ghost: I don't think we will live this long, Johnny.

Soap chuckling: Come on, don't be a downer. We can still dream, right?

Ghost staring at Johnny's urn: There is nothing left to dream about... All I have are nightmares.

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Soap snuggling into Ghost

Ghost: You're not giving me a lot of space.

Soap: Do you need space?

Ghost: ...not from you.

Soap: We will talk again when I kick you out of bed in my sleep. (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

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Demon!Ghost: Your soul tastes bitter. Soap: Then stop nibbling on it... Demon!Ghost: But I am hungry. And you know what they say: Beggars can't be choosers. (╹ڡ╹ )

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My partner made photo cards of my babes for me LOL can we all appreciate the effort pls

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TW: Panic Attack, social anxiety

Ghost decides to go to the supermarket alone during their leave. Because he wants to do something for Johnny while he is still asleep. And because he can do it if he sets his mind to it. He leaves a short note, steps outside and walks down the road of their little town. He breathes in and out calmly behind his face mask.

When he steps into the supermarket a cool breeze brushes against his skin. He looks around. There are more people than expected. But it's okay. He can handle this much.

He takes a basket and starts gathering what he needs for his planned breakfast. Almost done, just a little bit longer. He only has to endure it a tad longer. He reaches for a glass of pickles but when someone walks past him, screeching, laughing with a friend, he flinches and his hand loosens the grip. The glass crashes to the floor, pickles, liquid and glass spreading beneath him.

And when he looks up they stare. All the eyes look at him, their glance piercing through his walls. They make sure that he knows what a disgrace he is. That he isn't worth anything. He is useless, doesn't even deserve to enjoy a calm morning if he doesn't work for it.

His view gets distorted when he starts to feel dizzy. His chest hurts, his heart races against his skin, making it move. He can feel it. Air stops filling up his lungs while he crouches down, grabs into his shirt and tries to take a breath.

They don't stop, they still stare. They judge him. Judging him for the miserable man he is, sitting on a dirty supermarket floor and trying to make himself invisible.

"Don't touch him!"

A familiar voice fills the air around him, he hears people murmuring but can't understand a word. And when two strong arms wrap around him and press his head against a broad and calming chest he can only hear one specific voice speaking to him.

"Simon, it's okay. I'm here, I am with you. You're going to be okay. Nothing and no one will hurt you. You're not alone anymore. It's okay, love. You're okay."

And while his tears stop falling he clenches onto the arms, hides his face and finally starts to breathe again.

"Why didn't you wake me up, love?" Johnny asks quietly into his ear.

"Wanted to make you breakfast," Ghost says, his voice cracking.

He hears a light chuckle. "You're so sweet, Simon. Thank you for trying, love. Now, let's get you back home, hm?"

Simon nods tiredly and gets up, their fingers intertwined. Next time he will ask Johnny to join him. Maybe he isn't strong enough yet. And maybe it's okay to give himself some more time to adjust. Because with Johnny he never needed to be strong in the first place.

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Soap: I think we should move in together during our leaves.

Ghost: Don't you think it's too early?

Soap: We are dating for 2 years already, Si. If you want we can wait longer but I don't know if you will ever feel ready for it.

Ghost: I know. It's just... I am scared, Johnny. I am scared that someday I have to go home to a place that's too big for one. How will I be able to manage if you won't be there with me then?

Soap: This will never happen, Simon. I will always stay by your side.

Ghost: You can't know that... Everyone left me in one way or another.