#Hardass Johnny

[almondrootwc]

Sketches for a pal, whispy the whistling pyro and a painting for myself!

[designedparadigm]

thinking about how soap just can't take one fucking step without an older man around that his heart aches over. ghost. price. graves. the only man his age he put eyes on is gaz. but he's still surrounded by men he's hopelessly attracted to and all he is? a chaos gremlin in the corner. yearning. pining. he really thought he left the crushes in high school the poor lad

[aimedis]

redacted asmr headcanons pt.3

-darlin’ gives sam puppy dog eyes all the time both with or without their own acknowledgement (they bite their lip too and it drives sam fucking insane)

-wolves don’t particularly enjoy being touched around their lower back area, even the most controlled wolf will get uncomfortable and/or shift instinctively to protect themselves

-asher and baabe are literally johnny and mavis 

-vincent and lovely are always together. always. (where one is, the other is not far behind) 

-gavin telling freelancer they’re pretty every single day 

-freelancer telling gavin he has the kindest heart every single day (and that he’s pretty) 

-freelancer plays volleyball (they’re on a recreational team)

-darlin' and milo will forever have beef with asher and asher will always harass them. when milo says "ash, ew.." darlin' says "ash, what the fuck.."

-david ‘hardass’ shaw brought to his knees begging for forgiveness because angel called him david once 

-freelancer and huxley feed off each other’s energy and they’re both adorably loud when around each other 

-gavin and freelancer get violently upset if they’re not around each other for more than a day

-“your eyes are so pretty” was one of the first things coworker said to lasko and he stopped breathing for a solid minute

-under extreme stress, cutie loses control of their powers and it can either make them slide out of someone’s head or into everyone’s head (during the inversion they could hear everyone’s thoughts and they were trying to fight off a panic attack the whole time)

-milo and darlin' make fun of each other’s trauma (milo: “that’s why your dad doesn’t fucking love you” darlin': “your dad doesn’t love you either, bitch”)

[imadhatt3r]

You know what? That one line from that Phantom Liberty ending where V can call Johnny a "big ol' softie"? They're right. They're absolutely right.

Johnny is a softie. He goofs off on multiple occasions in V's field of view despite knowing that nobody can see him, probably to his own and V's amusement. He screams on the rollercoaster and grins like crazy at V. He adores Nibbles. He wanted to check on Kerry when he heard that he was suicidal. He finally took Rogue on that car cinema date and can flirt with her in a goofy way straight out of his favorite "Bushido" movies. He has fun on the reunion concert and gives Kerry his DeLuze Orphean as a goodbye gift. He narrates that one quest like a noir narrator just to mess with V. He understands Barry's grief over his tortoise. He's respectful when watching Joshua's crucifiction. He's nice to Spider Murphy and calls her "Spider". He sheepishly apologizes to Alt in "The Sun" ending. He puffs up his chest when Denny says she misses him. He's fuming over the kids in "Talent Academy" being treated like products, probably because it reminds him of how he was treated in the military. He feels for Solomon Reed because he sees himself in him. He feels for Songbird because her circumstances remind him of V's.

And speaking of, he really loves V. He just loves them so much; He's always on watch for any danger and does his best to give them advice. He promises that he will do everything he can to cure them. He will encourage them to take a break if they're feeling sick. He will attempt the most dangerous stunts to get them to Mikoshi. He promises V to let them wipe him from the Relic and he keeps that promise. He will realize that they're his only loved one left and will ask for the last chance, and when he gets it he does everything he can to make them proud and happy. He accepts their decision no matter what it is, because it's their body and life. His worst fear is getting to live again, but without his friend/partner/soulmate/beloved (depending on interpretation) with him. He's proud to be able to call himself V's friend. He's proud of them. He's sad that he won't be able to see how V will change. He choses to stay calm and positive before he will be innevitably killed so that his beloved V will live to keep them calm and comfort them.

That whole hardass, asshole act? It's a ruse, it's a front, it's a persona he had to put on due to bad childhood, PTSD from being drafted as a teenager, seeing other teenagers die horribly around him, losing his limb and being branded with the Arasaka logo he did his best to scratch out and being tossed into a rockstar life of drinking, drugs and fans when he was likely not much older.

He might fight it, but he will never be the detached, emotionless action hero he wants to be, because that's not at all who he is! I think that his slight grin when V says it is one of relief, that he was able to show his most vulnerable, tender and gentle side to the one person he holds dear and not be punished for it, playfully teased but with clear sympathy on V's part. After decades of struggle with who he is being so different from who he wants to be, he can finally be seen for who he is, and who he would be if his life went oh so differently.

[sgt-tombstone]

y’all don’t mind if I ramble about a fic idea that’s been knocking around in my head for a while but will never get written, do you?

cool

it’s a grumpy-and-sunshine-professor AU where Simon is a history professor studying the history of death and Johnny is a professor of chemistry studying pyrotechnics. They both have fierce reputations within their departments; Johnny for being a lenient grader and an excellent teacher, and Simon for being a complete hardass

They’re secretly married to each other, but no one ever takes classes with both of them, so there hasn’t ever been a student that has found out. Johnny talks about his husband constantly, never by name, but his computer background is a picture of two unmistakably masculine hands with matching rings, obviously a wedding photo, and he usually starts class with a little story about something funny that his husband did the day/night before. It’s well-known that his husband is blond, massive, and an utter sweetheart. They obviously adore each other, if the weekend date stories that he tells are any indication (always innocent, of course)

Simon, on the other hand, never talks about his personal life at all. He starts class on the dot, getting straight to the point without any fanfare or chitchat. He’s a man of few words, and he uses them well and efficiently. He wears a ring on a necklace, and it sometimes slips out of his shirt during lecture, but no one dares ask (stories are told of the one student who did, and got a glare so acidic that he had dropped the class on the spot)

Then along comes (insert OC’s name here), who is a biology student focusing on infectious diseases. Johnny is her advisor and she adores him (not in that way, she’s a lesbian and he’s obviously besotted with his husband). She had him for her introductory chemistry classes and he was the only reason she passed; she’s trusted his judgment and advice implicitly ever since. So when she asks what class she should take for her required history elective, he recommends a class called The History and Impacts of the Black Death, and it sounds right up her alley but the professor listed gives her pause. She’s heard of Dr. Riley, of course; nearly everyone on campus has heard the stories of traumatized history majors avoiding Dr. Riley’s classes (ironically) like the plague. But she trusts Dr. MacTavish, so she registers anyway.

The class is tough. In her opinion, it’s way too difficult for an elective class, especially on top of her other upper level science classes, but she hasn’t gotten this far without knowing how to step up to a challenge, and Dr. Riley’s scathing feedback on her first assignment has her digging her heels in instead of throwing in the towel. The topic is interesting; she’d never really looked into the history of infectious diseases, and the Black Death is morbidly fascinating. She struggles a bit with the historical aspects of the class at first, especially when Dr. Riley expects his students to already have a firm grasp on Medieval history and she very much does not, but she’ll never pass up an opportunity to do some external research to catch up to where the rest of the class—populated mostly by history majors—is in their studies.

Towards the end of the semester, close to the end of November, the student’s mother finds out about her girlfriend and kicks her out late at night. With nowhere else to go, she remembers that Dr. MacTavish is both openly gay and has invited groups of students to his house for club meetings and field trips. It’s a little awkward, but she doesn’t have anywhere else to go, so she walks to his house in the rain. When she knocks on the door, Dr. MacTavish answers with clear concern, and he waves her inside quickly. She explains her situation, panicking about the entire thing because she’s standing in her advisor’s house at 10pm, her parents have just cut her off, and she’s scared and wet. Dr. MacTavish calls into the other room, presumably to his husband, asking for a towel.

The last person she expects to round the corner is Dr. Riley, holding a fluffy towel and an expression equally as concerned as Dr. MacTavish’s. His husband.

She has to sit down.

They sit and talk as she dries off and warms up. Johnny makes her a cup of hot chocolate while Dr. Riley—Simon—builds a fire in the fireplace. She huddles close to it as they talk, and she eventually ekes the story out of them; how they met, how they hated each other at first, how they fell in love. Simon is talkative and animated, drawing energy from the man sitting beside him, and the student finds herself enchanted by the two of them, the side of her professors that she never gets to see. It should feel like a breach of privacy, a line crossed, but it feels like staying up late with her uncles. They make up the guest bedroom for her and all go to bed, reminded that they all have class tomorrow.

The student ends up staying with some friends, couch-surfing in their apartment until she can get her feet back under her, but she spends several nights a week at the Riley-MacTavish household, delving into the intricacies of infectious diseases and their connection to society with Simon. She enjoys the friendly arguments the two professors get into and often chooses sides arbitrarily to keep them on their toes. She switches her advisor from Johnny to Simon (Johnny pretends to be upset, but he’s secretly overjoyed that Simon is connecting so well with a student), and ends up writing a thesis paper under his tutelage.

Idk how it’s gonna end yet, maybe with a far future scene where she sees the two of them at a conference and throws herself at them, wrapping them both in massive hugs. It earns her several very odd stares, especially from those who know Dr. Riley’s reputation, but she doesn’t care. They were there for her in the darkest night of her life, and she’ll always have a soft spot for both of them

[caramellody]

I am not immune to Usha/ G13posting, actually. In fact, i have lots of thoughts. About it, and it's that @grovylelover brought up the dissonance between the G13 that is being portrayed and presented vs. How G13's actions and thoughts show him to truly be.

LIKE. If we lay out EVERYTHING we know about him so far in as chronological of an order as It essentially goes:

- 8 months pre-canon something happens to the hive where G13 gets captured and taken in by the government

- At some points, G13 and Johnny are both 'hired' at the same time to work for the shadow falcons. Both having someone that is clear they care about being used as blackmail (Lucy for Johnny and Slicer for G13)

- biggest clue into his thoughts is in his comments on Slicer. The fact that. Usha, even as shes being erased catches onto the fact that theres a part of G13's thoguhts on Slicer that he isnt touching upon. Many thoughts.

I dont doubt that. G13's been some level of hardass bastard by nature of the world he lives in. But there's a clear level of empathy and care that he does have for his group. So imagine him when hes being forced to upload an extremely dangerous file, only for a 100 year old woman to come crashing into and taking over his body and he's helpless to do anything because what this means is 2 things:

1. This old woman fucking up the shadow falcon protocol is going to put slicer in danger

2. You've just realized that this world isn't even real to begin with.

Like. That's a LOT to handle on top of all the issues he's already having to deal with! A LOT of his agressive behavior comes off both as a front that hes always had by nature of his situation of being used by the government, coupled with him having to grapple with the fact that hes a fictional character in a fictional movie thats just going to rewind and force them do the same choices again and again and again. And if he remains aware of this fact, then that's torture, and that could make ANYONE bitter

[worldsaparted]

hi i was wondering if I could request a fic with johnny where reader is insecure abt her body so like its leads to like johnny telling reader how beautiful she is and a passionate make out sesh where he’s just worshiping and appreciating her body 💝💝

hi, i love this idea and thank u for requesting! i hope you enjoy this :)

Perfectly - Johnny Lawrence

At the sight of herself on this particular Friday night - Y/n groaned. She removed the small top and threw it back onto the bed - shaking her head before letting out a sigh.

Tonight was the first party in the Valley since school was back - and as much as she wished to have ease picking out an outfit, it was never that easy.

She was on a time limit, because her boyfriend would be here soon to get her - and still after an hour, she wasn’t content with anything.

She stood turned, checking her body in the mirror and frowning just the slightest before her door swung open. She turned in a panic before her eyes met Johnny’s, and he furrowed his brows before shutting the door.

She was in just her bra and some jeans she hadn’t worn in months.

“You’re not ready?” He asked, and at that Y/n turned to her clock, her eyes widening.

“Shit.” She hissed, rushing to her drawer to get out her safe sweater. At the sight of that, Johnny shook his head - taking a seat on her bed that was filled with clothing.

“N/n. You’re gonna be hot.” Which was true, it was still summer and as much as she wished for it to be cold out - it simply wasn’t.

“Well, nothing else looks good.” She spoke, throwing it on as he tugged her closer by her pants. She threw it on, covering herself up and he studied her - his eyes softening.

Maybe Johnny was a hardass with everyone else, but when it came to his girlfriend - he was different. Pleasantly different. “Y/n.” He began, tugging her down to sit on his lap and once she did, her eyes searched his.

“I just look stupid in everything, I don’t know why. I’m sorry - we can go now.” Her voice was soft, sort of timid and as much as Johnny wished he could simply tell her she was beautiful, that never worked. He thinned his lips and stayed there, his hand on her thigh as she watched him closely.

As embarrassed as she felt now, Y/n loved when Johnny was like this. Gentle, and calm. Not out there starting fights with people and letting his rage out, no. Here, with her - holding her and caressing her leg as his eyes stared into hers.

His hand moved up to hold her face before he kissed her - softly and quickly. As he pulled away, he took notice to the way Y/n had her arms wrapped around his neck. He was perfect. That’s all she could think as she stared at him.

That’s sort of what got to her, she didn’t see herself with someone like him. Someone so so perfect and she absolutely no clue, but he felt the same way. Whether she believed it - Y/n was very perfect. Johnny saw it, and as much as it bothered him - he knew other guys at West Valley saw it too.

He went back in for another kiss, and this time - it was more craved. Faster, and still gentle but not as gentle. His hands held her hips before he tugged her back onto the bed, turning her around so he hovered her - and at this, Y/n smiled.

He was always doing this - so she figured it was another quick moment before they left, but Johnny didn’t want to go anymore.

His eyes studied her body for a quick second before he softly moved his hands to the hem of her sweater. He could tell she was sort of uneasy but still - she allowed him to pull it off of her, because even though she might’ve felt weird about herself, this was Johnny. And he was her safe spot.

He kissed her lovingly after removing her sweater to reveal her bare stomach, and the dark red laced bra that he got her. His smile grew and he rubbed her hips. At this, Y/n groaned - her mouth opening and Johnny took this chance to slip his tongue in. He smirked as he felt her hands run through his hair that he just did - and his grip on her tightened.

Slowly, he unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off of her, keeping the intense eye contact and instead of returning to her lips - he began to kiss her neck, biting at it from time to time. Y/n gasped in pleasure, doing her best to keep quiet and Johnny room this as his opportunity to speak to her. His hand rubbed her thigh before inching towards her back, squeezing her and finding pleasure in that.

He moved further down to her breasts, leaving firm kisses upon them and now - she was moaning.

“You know you look good in anything.” He started off, and at this - Y/n spoke through her moans. He went back to kissing her chest that was covered up by her bra, and smiled up at her through his eyelashes.

“Johnny.” She began to protest, because she really didn’t want to talk about this today, but Johnny stopped her by sucking at the exposed skin on her chest, causing her to groan in pleasure.

And then, he continued. “In those gym shorts I always make you pull down..” He spoke against her skin. “Those dark washed jeans you say you hate, that green top, those dresses, my clothes..” he stopped for a second at the sounds of her moaning, and he held himself back from removing her bra - and instead finished. “In nothing.”

At his words, Y/n softly moaned - her hands running through his hair as he bit down just above her lace bra - his hands gripped her hips and he wanted nothing more than to be this close forever. Once he finished kissing at her exposed skin, Johnny moved to the places she’d complain the most about. He slid his hands under her, grabbing at her ass before aggressively moving her up and further on the bed, moving down on her.

His lips met all over her stomach, kissing her and squeezing her from time to time. Y/n got a hint of what he was doing, because it was working. She was easing up in her body, and now - as Johnny Lawrence praised her - she felt better.

“You’re so perfect.” He rubbed her back now, smiling down at her as she wrapped her legs around him to secure the spot. Johnny allowed her to remove his shirt as well - and he stared at her lovingly, his hands moving back to grip her ass.

He ducked down, his mouth now up against her ear. “Every day in first period when you sit next to me and I get an up close view of you, I dream of fuck - ”

“Johnny - ” She chuckled, partly at the feelings of his words against her ear but also because of his words. He shook his head, in need to finish.

“Im serious. You put that water bottle between your thighs after drinking from it, and I’ve never wanted to be one so bad.” He spoke, a smile creeping onto his lips as he watched the same thing happen to his girlfriend. She squirmed in his grip as she laughed, pulling away to look into his eyes.

“You’re an idiot, Johnny Lawrence.” She spoke through her small laughs, and biting his lip - Johnny leaned in.

“I mean it.” He spoke firmly before kissing her once again, and he continued to hold her close to him, he played with the material of her underwear, even biting at it when he kissed down her stomach - and as heated as they got, Y/n was thankful for Johnny. As he slowly removed her undergarments, admiring her and staring in awe for a few minutes before he went in on her - his lips meeting her beloved thighs, Y/n h kept her hands on his shoulders, nodding in pleasure.

Throughout their time, Johnny uttered the smallest comments to her, his hand went up and down her leg as he moved closer to her inner thigh, and he spoke against it. “You’re so beautiful.”

That alone eased her up once again, she was short of breath at the feeling of his hand inching towards her exposed skin that he kissed beside, and she let out soft moans before watching him continue. In the most Johnny Lawrence way, he assured her that she was nothing but perfect, but more importantly, perfectly his.

[charlotte-family-apologist]

Idk why but I feel like people really try to make Sonya a worse mother than she is. like is she perfect? Absolutely not but neither is Johnny. I also feel like some people blow what she does wayyy out of proportion, like I even saw a person say she was worse than Shao once😟

Sonya and Shao are not comparable in any sense 😭

I'd argue that Sonya was a far worse parent than Johnny but neither of them was the best. From what we see of Sonya's parenting (when she's not absent) she's, to put it simply, a hardass. Often times strict. Johnny on the other hand is too lax. Like when Cassie wrecks the living room in the mkx comics because she knows Johnny will let her get away with it.

They made the right choice to split, I think that if she stayed it would've hurt Cassie more and made her and Johnny's relationship unsalvageable.

Also people seem to forget Sonya's in the military (and is a general at that) and is likely just trying to abide by protocol and minimize casualties, even if that includes a few sacrifices. We don't know how long Sonya has been in service but we can assume a long time. And since her father was also enlisted she's probably had the military mindset drilled into from a young age, if not from birth.

[brewed-pangolin]

Pangolin I have a brain worm to share with you after seeing that Soap picking up the person sitting alone in a bar - who’s more likely to approach? Captain MacTavish or Sergeant MacTavish?

Ooohhh, I love this.

As someone who actually appreciates sitting in the quiet corner of a bar, escaping reality with a few hard earned pints. I can tell you quite confidently that both of these men would approach you in their own distinctive manner.

Yet this round goes to Johnny and his natural ease to deploy some charismatic vernacular that would have you begging for more within a matter of minutes. And your mind is nothing more than a virgin vessel lost within the turbulent sea of his bright blue eyes.

He'd eye you across the bar like a cat on the prowl for its next meal. Laser focused, stubbornly confident, and effortlessly begin to move through the crowd until he very blatantly sat himself in the barstool at your side.

You'd acknowledge his presence with a heavy sigh. Rolling your eyes while your lips cradled the rim of the tall beer glass and put up an air of annoyance to the very thought of being spoken to.

"Wha's the matter, lass? Ya allergic ta confidence, er d'ya need somethin a bit more persuasive ta git ya outta tha' hardass shell?"

You were half expecting some corny pick-up line to come rolling over his lips. So the outrageous self assurance oozing out and around him had you conflicted on whether or not to slap him in the face or all together humor him for his outspoken boldness.

You immediately decided to go with the latter.

Feigning an irrated glance, you took him in and were instantly drawn into the deep swirling pools of his eyes. The luminous light of the bar reflecting off their galvanic blue fibers.

Breaking the concrete walls of your solitude with ease. Crushing them into a fine dust and quickly making you want nothing more than to hear that unbridled Scottish assertiveness once more while you attempted to find some semblance of coherent words in the sudden blankness of your mind.

"Persuasion." You replied eventually on a hushed whisper, barely audible amongst the boisterous sounds of the bar.

Yet it's connotation ringing clear on the movements of your lips as a broad smile creased along the length of his mouth.

"Persuasion, eh?" He nodded, only now making you notice his defined and crested scalp.

"Aye. Ah canne think'a nothin' better."

He moved in closer. Invading your space with ease and you made no inclination to pull away as he brought his mouth within inches of the sensitive flesh of your ear.

"How 'bout I persuade ya out this stool, lass? Take a seat on somethin a bit more sturdy an' let ya enjoy a nice long scenic ride to Glasgow."

@deadbranch I'm sorry. I had to use this line. It's just too perfect not to use in this kind of scenario 💛

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[captain-mj]

I plead with you, on my hands and knees, for some Selkie!Soap x Human!Ghost where Ghost meets Soap's father-

Oh hell yeah! In this au, Ghost is a changeling, I hope its okay that I kept with that

Soap was frantic, going back and forth between pacing and rambling. It was only their second day of leave and his dad asked Soap to bring his new boyfriend.

Ghost didn't want to tell him to calm down since he had Soap's coat on so instead, he just stopped him with his hands.

"Johnny, it's going to be okay."

"You're about to meet my family!"

"I've been talking to your mom for weeks." Ghost reminded him gently. "You're going to be okay."

"My sisters will be there! Both of them!" Soap said softly. "What if they don't like you? What if you don't like them?"

Ghost laughed. "Usually that's my line." He moved closer and held his hands. "You like me and I like you. That's all that matters."

Soap nodded. "My dad is..."

"I know. I know." Ghost sighed. "We'll get through it. It's just two days and after this, we can go back to our cabin."

Soap leaned into his shoulder. "I don't understand why he wants to meet you."

Simon softened and squeezed him. "It's okay, love. Promise." They were rather close to each other.

"You called me love."

"It's a good nickname for you." Simon tried not to blush, aware that he didn't have his mask.

Soap leaned forward and kissed him softly. "Mo fhíorghrá." He pushed Simon's hair back and trailed his fingers through it.

"What does that mean?"

"A devious insult. You probably don't want to know."

"You're a fucking bastard. Go finish getting packed. I'm going to ask Price to extend our leave when we're done."

"Thank God. I want to spend more time here."

Ghost grinned. "With me?"

"Nah. Wish you'd stay outside, you bawbag." Johnny teased back before pulling away to get dressed.

Ghost grabbed his things and waited for him.

The journey there was luckily quick and then they were on Soap's parents doorsteps.

Soap had managed to chew all of his fingers to the quick in anxiety.

The man that opened the door was... well, he looked almost exactly like Soap. His hair was longer though, cut in a more... traditionally male cut to Soap's mohawk. His eyes were green and he was clearly a bit older.

"Hello, sir." Ghost straightened up, glad he had his mask on. The man set him on edge and he couldn't decide if it was what Soap told him or just... the vibe around him.

Soap smiled. "Hey, dad!"

"Fergus MacTavish. So you're my sons..."

"Husband." Ghost saw his eyes go to the coat.

"I see. Come in. Your mom is in the kitchen, Johnny." Fergus made a dismissive motion and Ghost watched him shrink down just a bit before slinking off to the kitchen.

Ghost sat across from Fergus and immediately noticed someone walking right behind him.

Davina, Ghost could tell because her hair was dyed a bright purple, smiled at him. "Are you Ghost? Johnny's talked about about you before!" She was the other selkie.

"Oh? He's talked about me?" He could feel Fergus staring at him.

"Yep. Said you're a giant hardass who works him too hard." She smiled and winked. Ghost huffed.

"He's right. I'm his Lieutenant. Someone has to keep him in line."

Davina laughed. "Cup of coffee?"

"I'd kill for a tea."

Davina laughed harder. "Wow, you actually are that british. I'll see what I can rustle up. Mom keeps some usually." She left him in the room with Fergus again.

The man was still staring at him.

Simon thought about when he came home from the army for the first time. The way his mom's sleeve had lifted up just a little and he had seen his dad's handprints on her. He had dragged him outside and beat him in the street like he was a dog.

This man hadn't done anything in his sight, but already, he felt the same anger he had felt that day bubbling up. His mom had tried to pressure him into seeing his dad in his final days and he hadn't because he was sure he would take him out of the bed and finish the job. The anger was something he knew well. He dealt with it occasionally on missions.

"So Simon." Ghost grit his teeth. "How long have you had his coat?"

"A week now. Not too long. Still getting... used to it." Ghost measured his words carefully.

"I see. Treating my son well?" Fergus tilted his head, looking genuine enough. "Selkies are a bit fragile. Emotionally. I'm sure you've noticed how sad they can get."

No. Ghost hadn't. "In their eyes right? Always so sad."

"Exactly. It's best to keep them busy. So when can I be expecting him to leave the military?"

"What?"

"You're not going to let him reenlist are you? Shouldn't you keep him at home?"

Ghost stared for a minute, more than a little taken back. He was expecting cruelty like he experienced as a child. Beatings or being told you were useless. Not this. It caught him off guard.

"I want to keep him in the military. Keep him close to me."

"Makes sense. Easy access huh?" His tone was light. Normal. Like they were talking about the weather.

"I like spending time with him." Ghost answered honestly.

"If you tell him to shut up, they can't speak until you give them permission to. Comes in handy. Especially with my kids." He laughed and had sorta leaned in. Trading secrets. "You really can make them do whatever you want. As long as they can physically do it, they will. They have these instincts too. This drive to be the best for their person. Best partner. Best friend. Anything they can. Eventually, you barely have to order them."

Ghost felt bile in the back of his throat. "That simple huh?"

"Yep. Snap your fingers and he'll jump." He snapped his fingers. "Just make sure they stay busy. Can't let them find the coats, ya know?"

Ghost held Soap's coat a little closer around himself. "Right..."

Davina came back with a cup of tea for him and cup of coffee for her dad. She perched on the window seat, right behind Fergus. She glared into Ghost, her calm demeanor disappearing.

Slowly, she mouthed at him. "Watch yourself."

Oh thank god. She was cool.

He didn't pay much attention anymore, just staring blankly ahead as Davina and Fergus talked. Already, he was starting to regret this.

Soap sat next to him, almost but not quite touching him which he was thankful for. Ghost picked up that Fergus didn't talk to him with the others around. He tried not to think too much about that.

Soap's mom was lovely. She smiled at him and commented that it was nice to have someone else that doesn't drink coffee.

"I hope vanilla is okay? I don't really keep Earl Gray in stock..." She was a tiny lady, but her hair was incredibly dark for her age. It curled around her and was clearly something she took care of.

Ghost quickly shook his head. "No, vanilla is fine."

"It's his favorite but he won't admit that." Soap laughed and Ghost instinctively pulled him just a little closer. Fergus gave him a sharp look but Ghost interrupted before anyone got the chance to say anything.

"Maybe." Ghost smiled.

"Oh! Do you want to see some baby photos?" Moray, Soap's mom, said excitedly. "I never get to show his partners these!" She grabbed a book and his sister quickly crowded on Ghost's other's side. He tried not to fidget too much at all the contact.

"Mom..." Soap whined but he let her.

Moray put the book on the table. "A little hard to explain that he was born with white hair." She showed him the baby photo of tiny Soap. His eyes were almost black, like an actual seals and his hair was a pure white color like snow. As the photos changed to his toddler years, he looked perfectly human but they were now intermingled with pictures of a tiny seal pup.

''You were so small." Ghost hummed. "So you guys actually turn completely into a seal?"

"Completely." Soap smiled. "It's pretty fun. I'd have to have my coat back though."

"Never going to happen then." Ghost replied like he was told. He saw Moray flinch but one glance between them and she immediately relaxed.

As hard as he tried, Ghost couldn't imagine being this vulnerable and also this trusting. He could be puppeting Soap to act like this around his family and none of them would know.

What a disconcerting thought. He glanced at Soap.

Ghost hadn't noticed it earlier, but around his family, he could see it. This faint sadness. It was more prominent in their mom. Davina had it, though only when looking at her family.

He couldn't handle this. He needed air.

"Excuse me." Ghost pulled away and went outside, hugging the coat closer. He couldn't feel the cold, but he knew outing himself as not human wouldn't be smart. The snow piled up but he just stepped out.

Fucking hell.

He missed his mom.

Ghost jerked up, straightening his posture. Where the fuck did that come from?

He thought about her. She'd love Soap. Of course, she would though.

Mary Riley was a good woman.

What would she do?

She'd help. Somehow.

Ghost should help too.

Simon let out a breath. "Alright. I'm going to find this woman's coat if it fucking kills me."

[southernbluebellereader]

I'm sorry but I'm not sorry but I cannot look at the actors of COD the same anymore.

I love them so much and they're our little cutie patooties with slutty waists.

They're not Task Force 141. They're the Thickums Task Force

We got:

Captain John Price -> Captain Dad who is also Daddy

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley -> Lieutenant Thickums

Sergeant Johnny "Soap" MacTavish -> Sergeant Short Stack with extra Syrup

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick -> Sergeant Tall Stack with extra Syrup

Bonus:

Commander Phillip Graves -> Commander Cutie Patootie

Colonel Alejandro Vargas -> Colonel Hardass with the Cute Ass and Cute Forhead

Sergeant Major Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra -> Sergeant Major Soft Cinnamon Role with Extra Icing

König -> Mr. Giant Teddy Bear who's our Big Boy

[thejacketscloset]

I gotta ask now which Elements of Harmony are the 141?

giving u a smooch /p you fuel my mlp craze

Immediately what I know is real and true in my heart and hardly requires much thought is that Gas ABSOLUTELY is the element of Loyalty. I've seen that man trust and stick with Price through so much to solidify that in my mind. It's just real and true.

The rest are a bit tough to nail down though

I feel like Soap would be honesty, especially considering his reactions to the whole Shadow company betrayal. He values truthfulness, it's how he knows if he can trust people yknow?

Hear me out on thus one, because lord knows Ghost is hard to think of one for these to fit because he just kinda has these murky lines for where his morals lie (which I don't blame him for considering. EVERYTHING there is to consider about him.) BUT I feel like he would suit generosity, mainly post-las almas Era. Once he fully bonds with the 141 and stops being a hardass he has a lot to give. Throughout the alone mission he (metaphorically) gives as much as he can to Johnny to keep him alive and just. Idk. IT FITS IN MY HEART OKAY CAN YOU SEE THE VISION?? CAN YOU??

Price I think would be kindness, which you may be going "huh?!?!?" at. Which is fair. But also consider this role might be the hardest to actually accurately assign to any of these characters knowing like. What the entire setting is of COD LMFAO. He treats his team/family with kindness and patience, and that's what matters in this assignment.

I LOVE RAMBLING ABOUT THIS STUFF RAHHHH!!!

[macravishedbymactavish]

That's Casper (Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN! Reader)

TW for light swearing

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"Or you could, I don't know, try being nice to him?" You offered, not looking up from your book. Feeling the hand on your lower leg stop the mindless patterns it's been tracing.

"Be nice to Soap? I already am!" You raised your gaze to meet his eyebrow raised.

"No. You're nice to me. You seem to tolerate Johnny, " you deadpanned. Book now placed aside, gaze fixated on your boyfriend. Who has been complaining venting about a comment made between his teammate and another sergeant.

He's a fucking hardass. Always on me about everything.

You knew Soap quite well and would even consider him one of your closer friends. When Simon mentioned the comment, you were sure it wasn't said with any malice; Johnny isn't like that. If he wanted to talk shit he'd say it to your face, probably through a riot shield. You know, protect his face and all.

But that did nothing to quell Simon's mind. He was stubborn and anxious that his sergeant now held a deep-rooted hate against him.

"Then, since you're already nice to him, this isn't a problem. He doesn't hate you, " you shrugged, returning to your book. Silently thankful that Simon seemed to agree and drop the subject entirely.

--

"Yourboyfriendisgoingtokillme" Soap rushed out a few days later, tilting the book you were reading out of your line of vision.

Can I not have a single moment of uninterrupted reading?

"What do you mean?" You asked, bookmark placed and novel placed to the side. Eyes tracking the visibly nervous man in front of you, who was pacing while running his fingers through his hair.

"He's being nice to me. Not even normal, act like a human being, and be kind to others. He's been going easy on me, complimenting things I've done well. This isn't Ghost. This is bloody Casper!" You bit your lip, using every fiber of self-control not to smile or laugh.

Simon really took my words to heart, then?

"Unless he's dying!" Soap concluded, stopping his pacing. Concern washing over his features, eyes meeting yours with a silent plea.

Tell me I'm wrong.

"I mean, we're all dying at varying rates. But no, Simon shouldn't die any time soon, " you assured, "and I don't think he's planning on killing you. Why not take this as a win? He likes you, " you shrugged, not expecting anything to come of your suggestion.

--

"I hate it," you heard Simon call the moment he walked into your shared apartment. "I tried the being nicer than normal thing. Except Soap is being overly nice to me now. "

Why is everyone taking my advice all of a sudden?

"That's what friends do, love. They be nice to one another, " you smirked, as your boyfriend rolled his eyes.

"We're teammates. No friends in this line of work"

"No, I think you're friends, by definition" you teased, watching your boyfriend roll his eyes once more and turn to leave, muttering a soft fuckin' 'ell under his breath. Your stomach ached from the laughter racking your body.

"No, don't go! Tell me about the friends you made at work today!"

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[sensei-venus]

Omg! Please! As soon as Lawrence!Reader is strapped down on the car, Robby and Miguel think they're in the clear, but then she starts babbling on about how God knows what!

Bonus points if it's shit neither of them want to hear nor should know about lol

- and anxious gemini bound to get her wisdom teeth out

(Unedited) (Blood,Spit, Lawrence!Reader donky-konging Miguel and Robby in the dentist parking lot because she can, Miguel regrets trying to help, Robby wants to escape his violent sister for once.) ( @gemini-sensei )

“I hate you the mostttt- you and your fucking lush baby curls.” Reader said though a full mouth of cotton balls.

Her hands where stuck under her ass in the seat in hopes of keeping them to herself for the ride. Robby actually grimaced as he watched his sister from the front seat. It took over twenty minutes to even get her into the van and another ten to actually get her strapped in. The whole time she tried to drag them into the van and slam them against the hard plastic of the walls. She was able to smash Robby’s face into a window and then body slam Miguel into one of the back seats, knocking the air out of him.

Getting the Lawrence girl into a car after having her wisdom teeth removed seemed to be almost impossible.

Even with the help of Miguel it was still a challenge.

Miguel being called to help was a long shot. Bring Hawk would have been a nightmare, Demetri would probably never shut up, and Sam would be to worried. None of them would have been able to help try and corner the girl. She was still very loopy from the mass amount of drugs the dentist pumped into her. That did nothing to stop her from having her usual violent outbursts. If anything it only made her more unpredictable. Honestly it was scaring the hell out of Robby. And she was his sister at that.

Miguel was the only choice he really had.

Robby tried his best to ignore the gross red blood tinted drool that threatened to escape her lip. She looked at him but he couldn’t tell if she was looking at him or though him.

“Don’t you fucking dare-“ was all he was able to get out before Reader blew a fat bloody spit bubble his way. Miguel sat in the passenger seat in pure disgust. Watching the girl blow blood at them out of spite was one of the grossest things he had ever seen. He could handle a little bit of blood, but this was just nasty.

“You let them fucking steal my teeth you assholes. I’m going to steal your teeth.” She slurred before looking out the window. Her eyes glazed over , still loopy from the laughing gas and pain meds the dentist had given her. All of them jay sat in silence. The only sound was the ac going in the car.

Miguel slumped in the seat, slinging down in a heap. His eyes slowly moved to look over at Robby “Who thought this was a good idea? Letting you of all people take her home after getting her wisdom teeth take out.” Robby basically growls out “You already know who. Johnny didn’t want to do it because he didn’t want to hear her whining after the meds slowly started to seep out of her system!” Miguel slowly turned his head. His eyes locking with the dirty blonde.

His eye twitched a little in annoyance “Have you meet your sister? She’s a fucking hardass who likes picking fights. You thought she was going to be quiet after they got her high off her ass on pain killers?? Her teeth are gone dude. You think she’s happy.” Reader kicked at the back of Robby’s seat, soon turning to Miguel’s to do the same thing.

“Pay attention to me!!!” Reader whined from the back seat. Her hands still stuck under her butt as she looked at the two boys. Soon her eyes started to well up with tears. Both boys looked at each other for a split second. That was all it took before Reader was crying in the back seat, fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks and red spit spilling down her chin. It dripped onto her thick thighs and stained her pants. Her chest hiccups with sobs as the minutes tick by.

Both guys freeze up as the violent and shit talking girl they know crys. Not even Robby can remember the last time he witnessed his sister cry over something. Maybe when they where kids as she fell at the skate park. Scraping her knee so bad it scared over.

Miguel wanted to hide away and get as far as possible. Reader crying was not on his too do list what so ever. Her crying had to be some kind of bad sign of some kind. He looked to Robby for some kind of plan.

“Hey it’s ok, why don’t we go get some ice cream? You always like ice cream, and it might make you feel a little better.” Robby says in hopes of calming her down.

“What if I call Tory and ask her if she wants to come over and play some video games with you? You love it when Tory comes over to hang out. I bet she would love to come over today.” Miguel thinks on his feet.

Reader slowly starts to calm down. Her heavy sobs start to slow but her lips still tremble. Eyes puffy and hot form the salty tears. Cheeks hot and flustered. Robby quickly grabs a hand full of napkins from the glove box. With them in hand he reaches back and gently wipes the mix of drool and bloody spit from his sisters face. She doesn’t do much and just lets him.

“Ok…” she says in a defeated tone of voice. Big eyes find their way to her brothers.

“Can Tory come for ice cream too?? Please??” She whimpers as she falls back into her seat. Slumping back and finally showing some sign of defeat.

In a instant relief fills Miguel and Robby.

Thank fucking god for Tory and ice cream.

[highlifeboat]

*kicks down the door* I HEAR YOU GOT LIN/SHAUNDI! Go on :)

So, obviously they're gonna meet during the events of Saints Row 2, after Boss reunites with Lin and Johnny and Johnny sends you to find new recruits and everything.

And at first they don't really get along. Like Shaundi thinks Lin is a hardass, and Lin thinks Shaundi is kinda flaky and a "dumb kid" (Even though she isn't much older than her). It's not really enemies to lovers, but like... Dislike each other to lovers pff.

Now I think Boss gets them both working on the Sons of Samedi, partially because they don't fully trust the burn out stoner, and they know Lin will keep things on track, which is how those two start to bond. Over the course of the Samedi missions, they slowly start getting along and even being friends. Shaundi learns Lin can be pretty chill, Lin learns Shaundi can handle her own, shit's beautiful, Boss teases them over it (as a good friend/gang leader does)

So when Shaundi gets kidnapped by Veteran Child, Lin is fucking PISSED. And very worried. Because even though VC is a loser, he's also kind of a creep, and given how when Lin got kidnapped she was shot, almost drowned, and (going off of how Sharp talked) assaulted, she doesn't want Shaundi going through all that shit. (Perhaps a little guilty she wasn't around to stop it from happening, even) Like yeah, they're gang members, shit goes down, and VC isn't a huge threat really, but still. Main point is she's really Not Happy.

When Boss goes to save Shaundi, Lin insists on coming, despite them trying to be like "No, I got this", she isn't gonna just sit around and wait. Like she knows Boss could probably handle it, but that bitch boy just kidnapped her partner.

Obviously it turns out fine, Shaundi is (mostly) fine, though that doesn't stop Lin from fussing over it for a while. You know. Just to be sure. I think this is the point where, at least Shaundi starts feeling a little like... more than friends. Seeing Lin kick ass to save her, and murder her ex, and make sure she's alright, just gives her butterflies.

That's kind of all I've thought up right now. But I do think they'd be very cute.

[aggravateddurian]

Chorus: Timelines | Vega 'V' Hawse

I've finally decided to show Vega with her natural red hair!

Vega depicted in her usual state, alone with her thoughts. Left alone with her thoughts, she remembers how barely anything in her life has gone right.

Note on V below:

Vega was born with red hair. She has historically darkened it a few shades, but by this point, Vega doesn't care anymore (Vega's clone from Chorus OTL is blonde due to Johnny Silverhand DNA). This is going to be Vega's appearance moving forward.

Chorus Updated Lore:

Vega also has horrendous luck, and has only had fleeting moments of happiness in her life. This is leading her down a dark path. Vega is destined to become a private, jaded and cynical woman, ruled by a desire to protect herself because she can't bear any more heartache, heartbreak and trauma in her life unless something changes for the better.

Vega's mother died in childbirth, and she was raised by her father, the hardass pack leader of a Bakkers family.

When she disagreed and left the Bakkers over his decision to join the other packs and become part of Snake Nation, she was disowned.

Only her girlfriend Sara stayed with her, but even that was short-lived, as Sara would be murdered by Raffens.

She comes to Night City and becomes V, gets a terminal case of Silverhandosis, but a lot of things change, and now she is with Judy, the feeling that there's hope.

Then she raids Arasaka Tower with the Aldecaldos, and while in Mikoshi, she is suddenly yanked out of time and space by an alternate universe instance of Solomon Reed, a man she killed to save Songbird's life at NCX a week or so earlier.

She wakes up, cured of her terminal condition (however, Johnny is so integrated in her mind that they found it easier to just merge their engrams, smooth out the kinks and call it a day), in a foreign world.

The timeline Reed brings her to is much nicer than literally every other Cyberpunk timeline because the corps are far less powerful, and their technology is just slightly more advanced), surrounded by strangers with familiar faces and she's given a choice: join the secret special operations outfit that Reed works for, or be put into cryofreeze indefinitely.