#a girl called johnny

[musicandoldmovies]

The Waterboys - A Girl called Johnny

From the compilation album The Best of The Waterboys 81-90

@snowangelsoul it's not me! ;-)

[bi-writes]

ghost doesn't think he hears you correctly, not at first. there's a ringing that's still in his ears from the bullet he nearly ate earlier. (cw: dubcon, 18+)

"wot?"

"can you please please please--pretend to be my boyfriend--just for one minute--!"

"heyyy, sunshine," a nasty little voice sings. you spin around, cowering by the bar, just as someone a little too drunk and a little too big comes into your space. you scoot away from him, but he's coming closer, leaning over you, and ghost tilts his head to the side as he watches the way you flinch at the stink of his breath.

ghost fits into the space at your back quite easily. your back arches a little as his big hand finds the bend of your waist, and you squeak a little when he forces you back, pressing your ass against his pelvis as he tucks you into his shadow.

"who's this fuckin' nitwit?" ghost mutters, clicking his tongue under his mask. you swallow, blinking up at the man, shrugging as you try and press yourself a little closer against his heat.

"i-i dunno," you whisper, and it's shaky, afraid. "h-he won't stop...following me."

"tha' right?" ghost hums, and you're so afraid of the man in front of you that you don't really register the way ghost's big hand is slipping lower, over the curve of your denim jeans and squeezing the fat of your ass that fills the palm of his hand all too nicely. "ya botherin' 'er?"

the man swallows a little, hiccuping. he stands up straighter, a little more sober, and he just shrugs as he takes another swig of his beer.

"just...she's so pretty, ya know--agh!"

ghost reaches over and grips him by the fat of his neck. he squeezes hard, drawing him closer, would be spitting in his face if he wasn't wearing the balaclava over his head.

"'f i see ya around 'er again, i'll paint the fuckin' walls with y'r teeth, mate, yeah? now get outta my fuckin' sight before i do it just for fun."

when ghost lets him go, he struggles to breathe, holding onto the bar and coughing as he scrambles to put distance between you. you shake a little, turning towards the bar, picking up what you assume is his drink and sipping it slowly to try and calm the nerves. you close your eyes gently, shaking your head.

"thank you," you say softly. "i-i couldn't shake him off, he was following me everywhere, i..." you turn your head and meet his eyes, smiling up at him. "that was really nice of you. i'm...sorry if i caused you any trouble."

ghost tilts his head to the side, fitting himself back behind you. he reaches over, putting both arms on either side of you and leaning over one shoulder, breathing hot against your neck.

"wot you mean?" he murmurs, and you blink, not understanding.

"for pretending to..." you laugh a little, looking into his eyes. "just...it was nice of you to do that. to pretend like that, i--"

"dunno wot y'r talkin' about," ghost chuckles, and you seize when he reaches down between you, cupping you between the legs as he palms at your pussy over your jeans. you keen a little, leaning into his touch, nasty brute pressing two fingers against where you're most sensitive and forcing your ass back against him, where he's hard, chubbed up since he first saw you, leaking into his cargos.

"i-i--" your eyes are wide, but you don't pull away, don't push him back--why am i not running? why can't i leave? what's happening to me--

"i wasn't pretending. were you?"

[bunnysnared]

aye johnny give him a minute he's rebooting!!!!

[tacticalanxiety]

Psst, wanna drop that ugly towel? 👀

NSFW BELOW THE CUT - MDNI

[hffhifjou]

RUGBY PT.3

[bruisedbodyshattereddreams]

Young Johnnie 🖤🐨

[temeyes]

maaaan, im not in the mood to work rn- like at all!!!

[mactavishsgfandwife]

‘mactavishsgfandwife’ Masterlist

just making this so that i (+ you guys) can find my posts more easily! because in just over a week of posting i already have sooo many things i want to keep an organised list of them lmao can you tell i love simon???

mdni as i occasionally write smut + some of the fluff has suggestive content and sexual references x

key: fluff = 💗 angst = 🧸 smut = 💐

Task Force 141

‘141 and Their Instruments’ [What instruments I think the boys play] 💗

’141 and Their Embarassing Childhood Haircuts (HC)’ [What silly haircuts I think they got given as kids teehee] 💗

‘141 When They’re Sick’ [How they act when they’re poorly :((] 💗

’TF141 Watching a Horror Movie With You’ [Request, the 141 boys with a sweet s/o who loves horror] 💗

’141 x Crazy Rich Reader’ [Request, how they’d act with a spoilt s/o] 💗

Simon “Ghost” Riley

‘A Simon Riley HC’ [Si hates you cracking your back] 💗

’Precious - A Simon Riley HC’ [Si loves you x] 💗

’Simon Riley When You’re On Your Period’ [He comforts youuu] 💗

’Alone - A Simon Riley HC (Angst)’ [You wake up and he’s gone :(] 🧸

’So Good - A Simon Riley HC (Smut)’ [Praise, you’re a very good girl] 💐

’Bf!SimonRiley Imagines’ [I need him]

’Simon "Ghost" Riley Comforts You’ [Reader is in a bad mental state and he cuddles her] 💗🧸

’Thinking About Sleepy Sex With Ghost’ [Self explanatory xoxo] 💐

’Possessive/Dominant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Headcanons’ 💗

‘Dad!Simon Taking Your Daughter to the Optician’s’ [Adorable domestic fluff] 💗

’Dad!Simon Takes Your Daughter Swimming’ [More dad!Si >:)] 💗

’Dad!Simon Helps Your Daughter When She Falls Over :((‘ [Simon being a good daddy] 💗

’Soft Simon "Ghost" Riley HCs’ [You are his soft spot] 💗

’Simon "Ghost" Riley in a Heatwave (HC)’ [He can’t deal with the heat, bless] 💗

’Simon "Ghost" Riley’s Breeding Kink’ [Self explanatory again, praise] 💐

’Simon Riley x Curly Haired Reader’ [He loves your curls] 💗

’Last Night’s Mistake - Simon "Ghost" Riley’ [The morning after] 🧸

’Cuddling With Simon "Ghost" Riley (HCs)’ [Cute cuddles, that’s it] 💗

’Soft Simon "Ghost" Riley Cuddling You’ [Request, Ai likes being your sweet boy] 💗

‘Simon "Ghost" Riley and Your New Cat’ [Si is jealous of your new kitten] 💗

’Sorry, Baby - Simon "Ghost" Riley’ [Request, you have an argument and he loses his temper] 🧸

’Simon "Ghost" Riley at a Party’ [Simon being a scary overprotective loser] 💗

’Good Boy - Simon "Ghost" Riley (MDNI)’ [Request, Simon being needy and pathetic] 💐

’Meeting 141 as Simon "Ghost" Riley’s Fiancée’ [Request, you show up and suddenly rough old Simon is a lot softer] 💗

’Overprotective Ghost X Shy Reader’ [He gets suspicious of you unfairly :( ] 🧸

’Simon "Ghost" Riley and His Poorly Girl’ [You’re sick and he won’t let you go to work] 💗

’Overprotective Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader’ [You don’t have to move a muscle, love.] 💗

‘Simon’s Favourite Colour’ [Just cutesy playfulness] 💗

‘Simon Riley, Who’s Into… Mindfulness?’ [Si finds it embarrassing but he meditates and does little breathing exercises when he needs to calm down] 💗 (My tumblr is acting up about links rn but I’ll add the link when I can)

John Price

‘Tea Time With Price (HC)’ [HCs about Price and tea?!?] 💗

’In My Office - UniversityProfessor!Price’ [After a lecture, you start to cry] 🧸

my personal favs that i’ve written are in my office with price and last night’s mistake, but they’re not perfect and i can’t wait to see how i (God willing) improve!!

[puppydollgstar]

Poly TF141 x Fem!Reader

This is a really self indulgent little fic! Pronouns for reader are she/they. Reader is also caribbean (I am reader lmao)

A very self indulgent little writing piece bc I'm sad and woke up alone today :( (my family was out for work and it's been a hard week for me aaaa) its unedited so probably filled w a bunch of mistakes lmao

Story below the cut! :)

You wake up, the heavy fog of sleep still pressing you firmly to the mattress. Even though your eyes are open, squinting at the dim lights of the room, you make out the voices and silhouettes of your loved ones. Price, or at least whatever sounds like him, was in the kitchen, talking lowly to someone. His voice was still gruff with fatigue but he sounded calm and content. You could hear the static of the TV from the living room, some sort of sport channel was playing. A stifled voice hissed over the noise of the TV, "keep it down, you'll wake them." That had to be Kyle. He was always so worried about you. "Sorry." That was Johnny. You heard the creaking of the couch, then the ruffling of pillows and blankets. "Oh shit!" A loud clatter on the ground, then the groaning of the couch shifting beneath Johnny's weight. "Hope you didn't break the remote." Kyle snickered. "Bah...it'll be fine. Nothin a little duct tape can't fix." The couch creaked again as more weight was added to it. The Hum from the TV soon got quieter.

"See? It's fine." Johnny again. You could practically hear Kyle rolling his eyes. Suddenly, a high pitched squealing caused your heart to stutter. You opened your eyes, only to then recognize the noise to be the sound of the Kettle. Simon's brewing tea most likely. You heave out a sigh, placing a hand on your chest to feel the beating of your heart slow down again. That sound was enough to wake you. You sighed and rolled over, tightening the sheets around you. The mattress beneath your body heaved out an angry creak from the shift of your weight. Suddenly, footsteps and a knock at your door. The hinges creaked as the dim light from the living room flooded your dark bedroom. "Morning sleeping beauty." You could hear the smile in Price's voice.

Lifting the covers off of your head, you turned to peek at him within your nest of blankets. His smile then turned into that signature grin, the one that makes him look like a big soft teddy bear. Walking toward your blanket burrito, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before grabbing the hem of your Bonnet and sliding it back down onto your hair. "Left your breakfast on the stove. You can heat it up when you're ready." Wrapping his arms around your big cocoon, he gave you a tight squeeze before exiting the room. "Princess is up?" Kyle asked. "Might need a minute or two to rest. Best you boys leave her be for now." You could hear price grunt and the Crack of his back as he leaned down to press a kiss to either Johnny or Kyle. Honestly, maybe both.

You rested for about 10 more minutes before lifting yourself out of bed. Shivering at the cool air of your room, you reached for a nearby sweater. Pulling the hoodie over your head, you realized that it was Simon's. He probably forgot it in here when he kissed you goodnight. You then reached over your bed and grabbed your favourite plushie, snuggling it close to your chest before stepping out your room. Johnny and Kyle were snuggled up on the couch and greeted you both with soft smiles.

"Mornin, Hen. You sleep well?" Johnny's voice was soft. He opened his arms for a hug. Approaching your boyfriends, you then kneeled on to the ground and wrapped your arms around their waists. Resting your head in Kyle's lap, you then looked up at Johnny with a smile. "Yeah..I slept good.".

"Glad to hear it, babygirl." Kyle leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head before reaching down to affectionately squeeze your shoulder. The three of you stayed like that for a while, enjoying the warmth of one another along with the hum of the TV.

Johnny let out a yawn, stretching his arms and groaning at the quiet 'pop' of his shoulder. "Price and I tried to make ackee and saltfish. I think it turned out pretty okay. We left you a plate for breakfast." You felt your mouth water at the thought of breakfast. You weren't really hungry the night before so you skipped on dinner. "You mean to tell me, your pasty Scottish ass combined with John's British self, both tried to make a Caribbean dish?" You laughed. "Emphasis on tried." Kyle added, a small snicker of his own. "Well...I thought it was okay..." Johnny looked a bit sheepish. "We did end up burning the bake though...But you can't fault us! Its hard as shit to fry dough in oil.". You laughed, getting up off the floor and holding your stuffy close, "Well, I haven't even tried it yet. I'll be the judge of if you disgraced my culture or not." leaning down, you press a kiss to both of your boyfriends before walking toward the kitchen.

The aroma of ackee and saltfish filled your nostrils along with....Chocolate tea? At the table, Price sat with a mug of coffee and a few papers from an overdue report. Simon stood at the kitchen island with two mugs of tea. "Hey, lovie." He smiled, lifting his balaclava over the bridge of his nose to take a sip of the tea. You made your way over to Price, hugging him from behind and pressing a kiss to his temple before walking over to Simon. "Didn't know you like chocolate tea." You smiled, grabbing the cup next to his and taking a sip. The warm flavours of cinnamon, nutmeg, and chocolate hit your pallet, filling your belly with that fuzzy feeling of comfort and nostalgia. "Didn't know either till today. Price and I stopped by a Caribbean market earlier this morning. Saw it on the shelves and thought to give it a try." he shrugged before taking another swig from his mug. Setting your cup down, you then walked toward him and pressed your face into his chest. Your own lazy way of giving him a hug. He laughed before setting his own mug down and wrapping his arms around you, lifting the hem of your bonnet to smother your forehead in kisses before pulling it down over your eyes.

"Hey!" you playfully scolded, lifting it back up to your forehead. Simon took a playful swat at your ass before walking over to the stove and grabbing your plate of food. "Take a seat, I'll warm your breakfast."

Pulling out the chair next to Price, you then sat down and leaned your head against his shoulder. "Glad to see you up and about, love." Price smiled, wrapping an arm around you. Simon came back and placed your heated plate of food in front of you, "Enjoy." he smiled, leaning down to quickly peck your cheek and kiss Price before heading to the living room.

You shut your eyes, enjoying the smells and soundscapes that filled your home. From Price flipping through the various pages of his reports to the grumbling of Simon, telling Johnny to "move his thick ass over." on the couch. you felt content. You felt at home.

[tb-png]

he gets a lil blood… as a treat-🧢🧼

im not a huge vampire au enjoyer, BUT IT WAS THE PERFECT EXCUSE TO DRAW GAZ BLOODIED AND BITTING AWAY AT HIS MAN SOAP

anyways i will continue to draw them to spread the soapgaz agenda, so this better be working 🫵

sorry i just love gaz an inordinate amount, i think im gonna collapse

[motorcycleboy9]

when you never learned the color theory so you just gonna tvgirl the whole thing

[noisydelusionlove]

I’m still a Ghost girl at heart but lately I’ve become a Soap girly and phew this side is fun but I love Ghoap because I love them together and AHHHHHH

[guppybibi]

𖦹 pairing: John ‘Soap’ MacTavish x gn!reader (i think?)

𖦹 content: Crack & fluff + talking about death & reincarnation, not proofread, probably ooc

𖦹 notes: more self indulgent fics

“I wouldn't mind bein' reincarnated as a bird whin ah die,” Soap starts, looking up at the sky as a flock of birds elegantly pass by. Almost as if it was planned. “it doesn’t seem tae damn bad.”

You looked back at him, sporting a look that simply said “What the hell did you just say to me?” And he knew that look all too well.

“Cmon, ye'r lookin’ at me lik' ah said a'm a serial killer or something. Stop that.” He huffs, which you then reply with. “You just told me you wanted to become a literal bird if you could get reincarnated if you die, why a bird?” Seriously, out of all the things in the world–he chose a bird? You can't fathom the reason why he chose that creature out of everything, maybe it was the ability to fly part?

“How come nae a bird?” He asks, questioningly lifting up an eyebrow. “Well I guess they're cool because they can fly and stuff but..there's a lot of better options out there.” You truthfully answer, stating out your opinion. An opinion that Johnny smirks at, uh oh..

”Wha says us folk cannae fly either?” He questions yet again, placing the two of his arms on his hips. “Well I mean not literally since we don't have wings-” You try to explain, yet the man that stands before you wastes no time and hoists you up. “See! ye kin fly as weel lassie! ye dinnae hae tae be a bird.” He remarks, and after a few moments of laughter and spinning you around like a professional ballerina, he gently sets you down.

“So, you don't want to become a bird because of the flying thing..I give up on guessing, why?” You finally ask, shaking your head in defeat.

“ ‘Cus ah wanna see how it feels tae tak' a shite in th' sky.” There, he said it in the straightest possible face he could use. “Oh.” How typical of him to say that.

[loveydovey489]

Picture this gang. MW3! The last mission to try find makarov. they’re loading up. Before they go in and it’s soap and price talking..

Soap: “he’s not gonna do down easy.”

Price: “we’ll neither are we, sunshine”

Soap: “lets get him, sir.”

Price: “wait! Don’t forget your helmet!, bloody muppet.”

Soap: “oh! Shite I forgot.”

(They get to the end of the mission, defusing the bomb). Soaps been shot! Oh no! But wait! Oh thank god FOR HIS FUCKING HELMET Hes fine!! And they all go home happy as can be!

-Thinking about how easy and avoidable his death was😔 they better all have their lovely helmets on in MW4!!