#SOAP IS SO CUTE

[evilgwrl]

Immune (Apocalypse!141 AU) Drabble

Series

Just thinking about you teaching Soap how to ride your horse, Nancy.

The large man looks particularly clumsy, too scared to hurt the horse by kicking its behind for it to move, and instead opting to calling out, ‘lets go Nancy, we can do this’ because he’s a so-called “animal whisperer”.

You can’t help but laugh hysterically as Nancy finally gets tired of standing around being swatted by flys, so she takes off around the pen at full speed, causing the Sergeant to screech and hold on for dear life.

You can imagine whether or not he falls off.

The 3 others are just watching you both, taking in how relaxed you look as you coil over with laughter, compared to Johnny’s face absolutely mortified with terror at his fail of a riding lesson.

You’ll make it up to him and ride him instead later!

[une-femme-de-lettres]

No but… Imagine being in a relationship with Soap from a young age. Like high school sweethearts but military training sweethearts, if that makes sense...

You met back when you both signed up. You trained in the same unit and fell madly in love with each other during that time. You didn’t pass SAS selection with him at the time he did so he had to leave you behind to go train at Credenhill.

He made sure to try and call you every single day. He wrote to you, too. And sent you drawings he made of the places and people he saw. He also told you about how boring Credenhill was, especially without you. And he told you about the guys there calling him the FNG, the fucking new guy… it broke your heart a little.

When you finally made it past selection and into SAS, you were transported to Credenhill. You were so excited to see him again. And you were excited to finally see the place he told you so much about. At this point, you practically knew every single practice course in the compound by heart, even if you never saw them. Johnny described them to you countless of times.

You heart is about to burst inside your chest when you get off the vehicle and see your Johnny standing at the entrance of the compound. You run to him and throw yourself in his arms. You can feel he’s trying to be discreet in front of the others but he can’t help whispering sweet things in your ear.

You only notice his now teammates standing a couple of meters away when you let him go. Everyone can clearly see you are madly in love with each other. You don’t really care about their eyes being on you, you have eyes only for your Johnny. Later, you finally find yourselves alone together. You can finally talk face to face. You’re cuddling, holding each other so tight, like you never want to be separated ever again.

“So even after six months, you’re still the fucking new guy, uh?” you say, referring to the way his teammates still addressed him in front of you earlier. It made your blood boil. You look at him with a gentle gaze.

“I don’t care now, ‘cause I got you.” You smile and his eyes are all over your face, he missed you so much. He couldn’t even draw you from memory because his pen just wouldn’t quite be able to replicate your features. He smirks, thinking about earlier, when you joined him. “Should’a seen their faces when they saw the FNG actually got himself a FBG…”

You laugh.

“What’s FBG?” you ask quietly, looking into his eyes and cupping the side of his face. He takes your hand and kisses the inside of your palm.

“A fucking beautiful girlfriend.” You smile and give him a kiss on the tip of his nose.

This is so fucking sweet, I swear I’m gonna make this into a full story once I finish my WIPs… she said…

[franchickennn]

Was casually watching a youtube video and then the commentary-

Same man….same

[pippynsworld]

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

As per usual, it’s DP crossover with (probably) DC, although you could probably adjust it for other fandoms

ANYWAYS

A little kid and his mother are trick or treating in another city, perhaps at some kind of event rather than knocking on doors, and the kid is dressed as Phantom. It’s very adorable, with his little ghost-shaped bucket and clearly homemade and already stained costume—listen, white only works if you can just fly over street grime or phase it out of your clothes—and his slightly I’ll fitting wig. The kid is SO happy to be out and about dressed as his favorite, and maybe even showed it off to Phantom back in Amity Park before his family left.

The hero, insert whoever you wish here, is probably in civvies and just enjoying the event. The kid, meanwhile, is so glad when people ask who he is so he can explain, and so- the hero gets to hear ALL ABOUT the local town hero who is probably pretty small time despite the kid’s clearly exaggerated stories. The hero certainly never heard of him, but the kid’s mom confirms that Phantom really was the town hero, despite some mixed reviews of the poor guy.

“Did you manage to show him your costume?” the hero asks.

“Yeah! We went down to the cemetery to leave flowers and I got to show him my costume.”

Wait. Cemetery? Maybe it was part of theme, because Phantom had to be named that for a reason, but… it sounded like…

The kid ignores the suddenly VERY still hero and instead turns to his mom. “Momma, do you think we should bring him candy? He doesn’t get to trick or treat like we do, and I can work super hard to get him a bunch!”

The kid’s mom just smiles. “We could, but maybe we should bring him something homemade. I bet he’d like something more filling, teen boys like him have a hollow leg.”

The kid wrinkles his nose. “Like Vernie with the pizza bagels?”

“Like your cousin, yes. We can make some cinnamon rolls and take them to his memorial, maybe bring some of the apples from your grandpa’s garden…”

The hero is pretty much forgotten as the two-part family wanders off, not quite intentionally forgetting the hero is there so much as the hero somewhat accidentally ended the conversation when they just froze and didn’t ask anything further.

Not that the hero didn’t want to. But they’d learn something very serious.

One—there was a small town hero they’d never heard of. Two—that hero was apparently a teen. Third—most pressingly, the teen hero was both beloved enough to have kids dressing up as him and dead enough to have a grave.

This… might require some phone calls.

[quoxal]

"He told me to hold still but I didn't want to soo... he made me hold still" - Soap

[imtjerry]

Watch this scene again and I'm still giggling about the doodles

[gold0kapi]

Covert Ops Soap in the Zombies Lobby<3

[wombywoo]

this past month I've devoted all my time making these Soap and Ghost dolls ✨ they are my pride and joy 😭

please enjoy my silly photoshoot I had with them:

[spidehpig]

can’t stop thinking about soap being the kind of boyfriend that takes you on arcade or carnival dates. he definitely takes all of the games WAY too seriously. absolutely smokes everyone at skeeball. probably does those stupid punching bag/hammer strength tests just to show off in front of you. he doesn’t even let you win he’s that competitive. but it’s kinda funny and endearing. he wins a TON of tickets and then gets you the biggest fucking stuffed animal they have even as you protest and tell him that you have no place to put it.

his little mohawk popping around the head of the giant puppy stuffed animal he won you boyish smile plastered on his face while he ignores your protests. you’re stuck with the thing forever now.

[saucywendeee]

💀❤️💀

[belltari]

he's just admiring the view

(ghost's horse's name is Gob. it's short for Gobshite)

[deathblossomm]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! new Neil's instagram story

[psychoshtbox]

soft ghoap bc i don't see enough

I just really like the idea of Ghost and Soap being domestically intimate. Things such as Ghost working through some paperwork and Soap relaxing nearby, just existing together. It's quiet, peaceful even. Nothing but the sound of pen scratching paper, pages occasionally flipping, and a soft hum of content every so often.

Eventually, the papers will be finished, every last one filled out marking the end of the days work. Soft shuffling of a chair being pushed back and small groans as he stretches his body, the satisfying pops of his back, the the return of the chair to the desk. Turning back around, he'll see that Soap has long since dozed off, lightly grasping the journal he was drawing in before in his lap. Ghost huffing a small, yet fond chuckle at the sight.

He never gets tired of seeing his boyfriend like this. The fine lines of his face smoothed out, relaxed. his breathing steady, tiny snores just barely audible escaping his mouth. He looks so calm, an image the Ghost holds close to his heart.

After a brief moment (of gawking, if we're honest) he subtly moves the journal from the sleeping man's hands, gently placing it on the stand next to the bunk, resting the pen on top of it. Grabbling the blanket that is bunched up at the end of the bed, he carefully climbs in next to Soap, sliding him down so they can lie together. For a quick moment, Soap grumbles about being moved, mumbling as quiet "hello Simon," as he realizes what's happening. Swinging his leg over Ghost's as they settle together, intertwining their limbs, as if to get as close as possible to one another. They share a few brief kisses, ones peppered on the face, causing soft giggles to flow out, until landing lightly on their lips.

As soon as he was awake, Soap is once again softly snoring, his face buried in Ghost's neck. Ghost follows shortly after, his mind at peace and filled with comfort as he drifts off to sleep.

(i'm so rusty with writing, so please bear with me)

[pippynsworld]

I'm working on the cover for DGTC chapter 2 and I couldn't resist having a little Soap on his shoulder.

[gomzdrawfr]

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