#johnny dad au

[saturnznct]

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[newyork-institute]

A hockey!au where its Coach John Price, goalie Simon Riley, Johnny MacTavish as a defensemen and Kyle Garrick as a forward. Kate Laswell would be there PR manager and Nikolai is in charge of making they get to each destination on time and (looking at you Garrick) one piece.

Coach Price had a couple of Stanley Cups under his belt from his day as a defensemen. He was known throughout the league as being the dad to his team.

(Kate was the mom).

Simon Riley had a skull painted on his helmet and from some of the PR videos Kate has posted on the teams TikTok page, he was given the nickname Ghost because of how he always seemed to come out of nowhere.

Johnny MacTavish is known as a beast on the ice, but all his hits were so clean, the refs never called a penalty. His opponents started calling him Soap on the ice as a deterrent, but Johnny was Johnny and took it as a compliment.

Kyle Garrick is recorded to be the fastest player in the entire league. He’s a smooth player and well liked in the league, so no wonder Coach Price made him Captain.

Kate Laswell loved her job and the boys she worked with. Price and her go way back to when they were teenagers, so it makes Kate’s job so much easier when the Coach cooperates with her. She also definitely babies the boys and will admit that with a smile on her face.

Nikolai was one of the most famous Russian goalies back in the day, having competed against Price in the past. They both lost a Stanley Cup to each other but after retiring from the game, they found they had a lot in common.

(Price is the first openly gay Coach in the league, and the boys couldn’t be any prouder.)

Don’t mind me I thirst for these cod men and for hockey players leave me alone 💀

[phoxphenex]

hi ! ur last post abt baby dreamies is so adorable! can you bring one to 127? 💌

𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 𝟭𝟮𝟳 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗔𝗗 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗥

reader is referred to as mom

[teddypines]

Daddy's Home

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Summary: The 141, mostly Price, getting a warm welcome home from a long mission away. His dragon babies being adorable and Soap being a little possessive. Also Y/N being a good mom, because you are doing great.

Note: Just fluff in the monster au.

Art/picture is from Pinterest, credits go to whoever made it.

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Y/N helped Amy out of the car before grabbing Jim from his carseat. She wasn’t scared that Amy would run off right now, since the toddler was holding onto her belt loops and couldn’t fly very far on her own. She was way too tired to do anything else but to hold onto Momma. Y/N smiled while strapping the hatchling to her chest in his papoose. Amy used to fit inside the papoose when she was still small, but now it was Jim’s. Once Jim was all settled and continuing his nap, Y/N closed the car door. “Want to be on Momma’s back, Sweetpea?” She asked Amy, receiving a small nod from the toddler. She helped Amy onto her back, making sure she was safe between her wings. 

With the children close to her Y/N grabbed the baby bag from the trunk and locked the car. They were going to pick up Daddy from a long mission. It had been a rough couple of months, especially with Price missing Jim’s hatching, but she filmed it for him and sent it to him so he wouldn’t miss it entirely. Amy was missing Daddy bedtime and just having him and her uncles around. With a small determent smile Y/N took the kids to the airfield on base. Hoping Nikolia took the 141 back home safely.

Y/N had to wait a little while in one of the hangars, of course being checked and double checked that it was actually okay for her and the children to be there. Getting a few odd looks as she sat there, Amy still holding onto her back. “Momma? Why are we up?” She asked in a sleepy voice. it actually made a few of the nearby soldiers melt at how cute the little dragon was. “We are picking up Daddy, Sweetpea. Bringing him home with us, and of course your uncles too. Their flight is just really early that’s why we are up early too.” Y/N explained to Amy, hoping her tired mind would understand what was going on for now. Amy nodded her head against Y/N’s back. “Otay.” 

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It’s been a long 3 months. Price hated it, even more because he missed the hatching of his son. He was glad Y/N filmed it for him, but he still felt upset about it. He missed his princess and his wife. Only he didn’t have a lot of time to dwell on what he was missing since the mission came first. He had to make sure his team was doing their jobs and that they got home safe after it all ended. They got pretty lucky with this mission, only Soap was hurt and that was mostly his own fault for not looking where he was going. There were minor injuries, but Ghost still fussed over Soap on the plane, giving him a small lecture about keeping his eyes open and to focus instead of yepping over com’s. 

Price just let it all happen around him as he talked to Gaz, telling the sergeant how much he longed for a hot shower and cuddles on the couch. Wanting to hear Amy’s voice, wanting to hold his son and to kiss Y/N. It was clear by the way Price moved his tail around the floor of the plane. Gaz understood the longing his captain felt, wanting to go back to his own loved ones. He was just as curious about seeing Price’s son as the man himself, wondering if the hatchling got his colors for his dad or his mom, or maybe a mix of both. Soap just wanted to see the hatchling and Y/N again, and have some time with Ghost. And Ghost just wanted to sleep.

“Landing in about 10 minutes, everyone.” Nikolia’s co-pilot announced to the 141, The four of them smiling at the news. They would be home soon with a welcome home party waiting for them on base. A small party, but a party nonetheless.

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“Miss? The plane is landing in about five minutes, would you like me to take you to the landing?” One of the soldiers around her asked with a kind smile on his face. Y/N nodded and stood up with a groan, Amy was fast asleep on her back, putting her full weight onto her Momma’s back. “Yes, I would like that, thank you.” Y/N answered. Quickly following after the soldier. She knew she had to wake Amy up soon or she would be upset that she didn’t get to greet her daddy. Jim wouldn’t mind either way, he was happy with whatever. 

Amy luckily woke up by herself from the loud noise of the plane. She was wide awake when she realized her Daddy was on that plane. “Momma, down! I want down!!” She demanded while struggling between Y/N’s wings. “Hold on a moment, Sweetpea, Momma is still walking.” Y/N answered only to be ignored by the toddler. Y/N sighed and quickly let Amy down. Needing to stop and kneel slightly, just to let the little one off safely. Amy flapped her wings in excitement as she ran a head to the landing plane. “Not too fast, Amy! We don’t want you to fall.” Y/N yelled after her. 

The soldier led the last bit of the way to the landing, the plane already landed. Now they just had to wait for the loading door to open. Amy, already jumping up in the air to fly towards daddy. “Daddy!” She yelled, just wanting her daddy back with her. 

It took a little while for the loading door to open, but there they were, the 141 safe and sound. Amy flew into Price’s arms, surprising him just a little. John quickly wrapped his arms around his little girl and kissed her head between her growing horns. “Hello, Pumpkin.” John greeted Amy. “I missed you so much.” He mumbled against her head “Missed you too, Daddy.” Amy answered. The others just chuckled and walked past the two dragons. Soap quickly going over to Y/N, the werewolf was more excited about seeing the hatchling and Y/N. 

“Sooooo, where is he?!” Soap asked, his tail wagging like crazy. “Well hello to you too, Johnny, yes i am doing great, thank you for asking.” Y/N responded as she carefully took Jim out of his papoose. “Jimmy, meet your uncle Johnny. He’s a werewolf and you’re gonna love cuddling with him.” She introduced the two. Johnny looking at the dragon hatchling in aw. “He looks so small.” Johnny carefully took Jim from Y/N. “Yeah, he’s just a little smaller than when Amy hatched.” Y/N answered, making sure Johnny was holding Jim the right way. Even when he had a lot of experience with holding Amy, Jim was just a bit more fussy about how people should hold him.

Simon slowly made his way to Johnny and Y/N, standing next to Y/N as he looked at Jim. “He does have a lot more hair than Amy did after hatching.” He commented after taking off his mask, not wanting to scare the hatchling. Knowing from experience that hatchlings didn’t like his Ghost mask. “Yeah, he has his Momma’s hair.” Y/N explained. 

John finally let Amy go once Kyle was like, ‘Okay enough, my time for hugs’. He looked over at the group a little further from the plane, he saw Y/N and just ran to her. Catching her off guard when he picked her up and kissed her. Holding her close as he spun her around. “Hello, Love.” He whispered to her. “Welcome home.” Y/N whispered back. She had wrapped her arms and wings around John, giving them a small moment alone. Putting his forehead and horns against hers. “I missed you.” Y/N whispered, a few tears rolling down her cheeks as she looked at her husband. “I missed you more, Love.” John answered between kissing her cheeks. Kissing her tears away. His one wing goes around Y/N’s wings.

“Do you want to see your son?” Y/N asked after a moment of silence. John nodded in answer before reluctantly letting Y/N go. She grabbed his hand and led him back to Johnny and Simon. “Johnny boy, can I have my son back?” She asked only to receive an almost death glare back from the werewolf. “Johnny, give the lass her son!” Simon ordered the werewolf, knowing he was already attached to the hatchling, just like when he first met Amy. Johnny whined before handing Jim back to Y/N. She moved Jim in John’s direction. “Meet your son, James Henry Price.” John looked at the hatchling in aw before grabbing him. Holding him close and just taking everything in. “He is beautiful, Love.” 

Amy ran towards her Momma and Daddy once she was out of Kyle’s arms. “Daddy’s home!!!” She cheered, continuing to run around the 141. Kyle joined the group shortly after. “She has a lot of energy doesn’t she?” John nodded his head, but kept his focus on his son. Jim let out a big yawn and spread his little wings a bit, they were still flimsy, but are slowly getting stronger. They were a pretty light blue. Getting the color from John's mother. “Owh What a handsome boy.” Kyle cooed over the hatchling. John smiled At his son and quickly kissed Y/N. “Thank you, love, thank you for this. For coming to get us.”

“Always John.” Y/N answered, happy that the boy’s were home safe.

[naivegh0ul]

Could you possibly do a soap platonic fic where ghost has a 9 year old daughter and she is the total opposite of ghost, she just rambles and she meets soap at base and they instantly become infatuated with each other and ghost finds them talking about sharks in immense detail to each other???

Oh my gosh that is such a cute idea! 🥹🥹🥹

Soap had no idea Ghost had a daughter. I mean, why would he, of all people, have a kid? Ghost is a lone wolf, "I work alone," may as well be his catchphrase at this point.

So, one night when the squad goes out for drinks, Ghost having been forced to come, Soap is curious as Ghost gets a call. Soap was surprised Ghost even had a phone, he just imagined he brought a radio everywhere with him, like the strict soldier he is.

Soap watched as Ghost stepped away from the bartop, murmuring a low, "Hey, sweetheart." into his phone. He assumed that maybe Ghost had a girl back home, but when Soap listened in further, he was shocked.

"I know, I know. Daddy will be home soon, alright? Behave for the babysitter. Alright, I love you too, sweetheart. Bye."

Wow, was all Soap could think. No way The Ghost has a child. Impossible, simply impossible. But, the way Ghost spoke to whoever was on the other line...

Soap had to investigate this.

For the next few weeks, Soap kept a close eye on Ghost, trying to listen in on his phone calls, peering around him when he was texting someone.

It was a little creepy, yeah, but Soap needed to know whether or not Ghost actually has a little mini-me or not.

Ghost seemed a little off one day, constantly on his phone, being mean to the recruits, (Well, meaner than usual.) It got Soap curious again. Ghost left the base around 2pm, and Soap watched with raised eyebrows.

To his knowledge, Ghost hadn't been called out on a mission, and he had left the base wearing civilian clothes, this all got the wheels turning in Soap's brain.

Ghost came back around 4pm, and Soap immediately went to greet him. Then, he saw it. Actually, he saw her. A little girl, huddled behind Ghost's back, clutching onto his jacket with a shark plushie in her small hand.

The little girl looked up at Soap with wide eyes, a twinkle of curiosity visible. "Hey, lass, I'm Soap. What's your name?" Soap said. The girl glanced up at Ghost as if to see if it was okay to talk to the strange man, and Ghost nodded down at her.

"Beth." She answered, smiling a little up at Soap. "Do you like sharks?" Beth pointed at Soap's mohawk, clearly thinking that it looked like a shark fin.

Ghost chuckled under breath, and Soap nodded. "I do. Does this little fella have a name?" Soap crouched down in front of Beth and gestured to the shark plushie she was holding.

"Sharkie!" Beth exclaimed with a happy smile. She seemed excited to be talking about her plushie. Beth toddled over to Soap and held up the toy, showing it to him while telling him facts about sharks.

Soap looked over at Ghost, smiling to himself as he saw the proud look in Ghost's eyes as he stared down at his little girl. Ghost stepped closer to the two and placed a hand on Beth's head before kneeling down.

"Daddy's gotta go finish some work, alright? I'll be back as soon as I can, you stay with Soap." Ghost said, stroking his daughter's hair lovingly. He lent down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head through his mask before walking away.

Soap felt his heart swell with happiness at the thought of Ghost trusting him enough to let him look after his daughter. "Alright, you little menace, what do you say we go get some ice cream?" Soap smiled as the little girl squealed in excitement and nodded, grabbing Soap's hand.

The entire car ride to the ice cream parlour, Beth was chattering away in the backseat, telling Soap all about sharks. "Did you know that baby sharks are called pups? Like little dogs! Isn't that cool?"

Soap pulled into the parking lot and helped Beth out, walking into the shop with her on his hip. "Mr. Soap, can I have chocolate ice cream?" Beth asked. She tugged on Soap's sleeve, looking at him hopefully.

"Of course you can, lass." Soap smiled, ruffling Beth's mousy brown hair. Soap ordered the two of them some ice cream, getting strawberry for himself and chocolate for Beth.

Beth kept talking the whole time, excitedly telling Soap about sharks, and about that one time when Ghost took her to an aquarium and she got to see a shark in person.

"It was so cool! It was kinda big and scary, but I know my Daddy could fight it off." Beth giggled at the story, beaming as she praised her father.

It was cute, to watch this little girl who is somehow Ghost's daughter despite being the complete opposite of him, ramble about sharks. "Do you work with my Daddy, Mr. Soap?" Beth asked curiously as she nibbled on her chocolate ice cream, smearing some around her lips.

"Yeah, I do. He's my friend, as well." Soap took a bite of his own ice cream, looking over at Beth as she scooped up some of her ice cream and pretending to feed it to her shark plushie, staining the shark's face a little.

Soap checked his watch after a while, his eyes widening as he realised they'd been gone for quite a while. "Let's go back, yeah? I bet Ghost- your dad is missing you." Soap said, catching himself when he referred to Ghost by his callsign, unsure if Beth knew about that.

The girl seemed oblivious and nodded her head, wiping her mouth on her sleeve before she hopped off her chair, shark plushie in hand.

The two headed back to base and Soap took Beth to the 141's common room, putting on some random kids show on the old TV for Beth to watch.

Soap sat back, watching as Beth sat cross legged on the floor and looked up at the TV, watching eagerly as Octonauts played. Beth seemed to be really enjoying the show, giggling loudly, it made Soap smile.

Beth continued to tell Soap about shark facts, pulling one off the top of her head each time a shark would show up on screen. She is actually quite smart, she knows more about sharks than any adult Soap knows.

Neither of them noticed when Ghost entered the room, Soap being too engrossed in the facts Beth is telling him. Ghost watched from the doorway, smiling under his mask as his little girl taught Soap about sharks.

(ok but why is this over 1k words. i think i've become obsessed with parent!ghost and little beth 🥹)

[pupyr0arz]

To Color

to influence, especially in a negative way; distort or exaggerate.

Soap x m!reader: references to reader being AMAB, being a gay man, being in a gay relationship, etc. minimal pronouns. Part 1.

Summary: Every human on earth sees the world in blacks and whites and grey until they touch a specific individual, romanticized as their fates love. You don’t buy into that, you’re happy as you are and don’t need or want a stranger barging into your life just because your eyes decided they were important. Johnny disagrees with this conclusion.

warnings: Johnny is a bad, bad man, and reader is going to be miserable for a while, sorry. General cws for creepy, pushy behavior, sexual harassment, stalking, and Johnny not respecting Reader’s autonomy or ability to choose. More warnings may be added. Mentions of sex. Minors DNI

@gatlily @focalor-hydro-archon hey pst. Pssst.

Soulmates are overrated, overhyped, over-mentioned, over talked about. It’s awfully inescapable, in movies, in ads, on the news, in books, and the looks you get for complaining about it, like you’ve declared a blood feud on the concept. You just want some peace from the expectation and all the assumptions of glitz and glamor for five goddamn seconds, but lately that blood feud is looking mighty tempting.

Your cynicism in regards to fated lovers wasn’t part of anything dramatic, like in the movies where the skeptic always got revealed to be the child of a divorce caused by soulmates or something equally inane. Your parents weren’t soulmates, which was honestly average. Most people never met their soulmates and lived perfectly fulfilling lives. Soulmates weren’t the end all be all of love, and when they did show up they certainly didn’t all fall into the simple shapes a romcom would tell you.

Your father could see color, his soulmate was platonic in his cousin, the two of them were close friends and they lived just down the street. You’d come up on the porch while your cousins played in the yard and sipped sour lemonade and bother them about how colors looked, and they’d argue about shades and how to describe it. Your father always wanted you to meet your soulmate, wistfully regaling the first time he ever saw the blueness of the sky. Uncle Jeremy would just pinch your cheek and wave you off with a laugh. You had a really normal childhood, honestly.

You got tired of the game in high school, when blossoming hormones and teen drama rocked the school for weeks on end over and over about the same damn things. You were old enough to really have coherent opinions about the world, and fated lovers had turned from funny stories from your father and ads on tv to in your face irritants. One of your friends friends faked seeing color for two weeks to date a guy she really liked. You weren’t extremely close to either, you sat with them at lunch and watched them in periods and they seemed happy. He dumped her in a flash, and moped around school afterwards and all you could think about was why color seemed to matter so much to people.

It sounded fantastical, sure, you wouldn’t mind having an extra sense. You daydreamed about color coming to you in a whirl, setting the world alight in a billion lights, seeing things in new clarity and depth. It was hard to imagine, some other attribute lurking just outside of vision that stained the world in strange, vivid ways.

Bonded people opened museums, attractions built for viewing color in odd ways that blended and blurred together to your black and white vision. Hidden objects and paintings and other things that they cooed over, long essays about vibrancy and the million metaphors for color. You don’t really buy into any of it, if you could taste the crispness of a shade of ‘red’ then what’s the deal with feeling it with your eyes? You’ve eaten apples before, you don’t need to see the flavor to enjoy it. Why should you be so desperate to sacrifice so much, when you already have senses that give you joy?The thing is, with fantastical things is that they’re fantasy, they aren’t grounded in anything solid or real, and you weren’t enthusiastic to take that leap of faith and step onto open air and pray it was a trust fall, not a jump to your death.

You could live without color, and honestly thousands and thousands of people got on perfectly fine. It’s not like any part of society was really based on seeing color these days, other than the fine arts. You weren’t artsy anyways, you never managed to get into it. So what if you didn’t really know whatever ‘green’ really was, did it really mean the end of the world? the end of a relationship? Why would you throw away something that made you happy, something stable, for a complete stranger? Your mother was perfectly happy with your father, and she had never met her soulmate. What if your soulmate was a family member, or a friend? Why did everyone always hold out hope they’d find a perfect marriage partner, when it seemed like soulmate bonds could be something like a perfect smoking buddy to a perfect brother? Honestly, romance didn’t seem so dependent on the whole farce at all. You could build something that didn’t need anything but whites and blacks and all of the shades between. You might not be able to see the red of a rose, but you could enjoy the shades of gray that painted the world with someone you could trust to always hold your hand and have your back.

You dated a handful of people, most of whom were still holding out hope of brushing fingers with their ‘truest love’ to see the beauty in the world. As you got older, more likeminded people cropped up, less likely to vanish and ghost you to wander off on their ‘journey’ to find their soulmate. You had your first kiss, lost your virginity, moved in and out with other people. Relationships blossomed and fizzled and died and you picked yourself up afterward with the occasional thought of ‘Jesus, I couldn’t imagine trying to make THAT one work as my one and only’ before you carried on. But all of that was before, in the section of your life cut so neatly and sharply in two that it was hard to believe they were ever, or could ever be joined.

All before you met him.

You met him on a dating app, which was remarkable enough. It was built for quick hookups, but most dating apps that advertised themselves for long term relationships were soulmate based and you found that crowd to be endlessly irritating. He’s bi-curious, you’re the first man he’s ever dated and honestly that almost turns you off entirely. But you decide you have no better prospects at the moment, so what the hell.

Charlie’s cute, and he greets you with a nervous smile and can barely meet your eyes, he tells you with red eats that he’s ninety nine percent sure that he’s gay and that his friend has been begging him to just take them plunge and you nod and give him some dutiful advice. You’re definitely not looking to be a guys experiment, that rarely ends well, but he invites you out to dinner where he loosens up after a glass and goes on an impassioned rant about theater etiquette and suddenly things are actually interesting and you’re talking too loudly for the table over but you couldn’t care less.

He’s funny, nervous but out there and you talk about musicals you’ve never heard of and tv shows he’s never seen for forty five minutes before you reach across the table and grab his wrist. The sex is light, he makes you laugh through blunders like banging his head against the wall and you kiss afterwards and it feels light and sweet. It’s blissful, honestly, something you’ve forgotten you were missing at all until you’ve been handed it. You keep things non penetrative, he’s far from trying bottoming and you’re not a fan of being on the other side of it, and you have plenty of fun keeping him awake with all the other options. You talk to him again the next day, and then the next, and then his number is in your phone and you’ve been going steady for months.

Charlie isnt a perfect Prince Charming, he’s got his issues. He’s over the top and he pushes himself to meet standards and crumbles at the last second and you’ve had your fair share of screaming arguments. Work is stressful and some nights you go to bed in different rooms because you can’t stand dealing with him. You have your own issues and Charlie complains more than once, rightfully you’re forced to admit, about you being cold and reclusive when you get angry at him, and you’ve had to buy apology ice cream more than a couple times. But you have movie nights and kisses and cake together and a warm, building feeling in your chest. You go out to the zoo, try and fail to learn how to knit together and eat buttered toast with too much black pepper over the kitchen sink on Saturday mornings. You don’t get into anal but he gets really good at giving blowjobs, and those slept mornings spend kissing and exploring each others bodies fill you with a precious glow.

Charlie isn’t your one size fits all, but you’ve managed to find him a slot in your puzzle, and built him a home in your heart together. You love Charlie, and he loves you too, tells you so with cheesy flowers and you buy him one of those dumb necklaces that click together that you totally don’t love. He brings you lunch at work and you drive him home from visiting his parents, and your friends are fine enough with his to go drinking together every couple of times. His best friend does your tarot readings and gets an awful tattoo you laugh about together. You cry and he doesn’t

Life is good. It’s not effortless, it’s not magic, but it’s good because you made it so. You’ve pushed and pulled and made something with your bare hands, and you have the luxury to sit back and watch the alabaster glow of the sun brighten Charlie’s face into a million beautiful shades of gray.

Life settles into a comfortable rhythm, and soon Charlie’s inviting you as plus one to a wedding and you start thinking about rings and commitment.

That’s all before you met him, though.

It happens like in a storybook, so trite that hours after it happens you’re wondering if you suffered some serious brain damage. Maybe you got hit by a car, or had a delayed reaction to the weed your friend passed you last week, or something happened to scramble your thoughts into this strange new unreality.

You’re visiting the library when it happens, dropping by after your shift to pick up some new reading material, not looking where you’re going. Charlie’s texting you a million and a half recommendations while you’re planning on picking up some awful garbage to groan and complain about later while he makes fun of you, and you’re typing a dick joke involving one of the sillier titles you spotted on the shelves. You bump into him, not a shoulder check but you run into him like a wall and he barely stumbles back. You’re not a small guy in the slightest but he’s built like a brick shithouse, Jesus.

“Ah, hell, sorry man.” You apologize, giving him a sheepish smile. “My foul. I should watch where I’m going.”

He doesn’t puff up with anger or anything but flashes you a toothy smile, so you relax. “Dinnae worry ‘bout it, mate.”

Oh, he’s Irish or something, the accent is thick as all hell. It sparks your interest, a definite standout from the midwestern folks living here, and you don’t rush away to continue your browsing. You don’t walk away, like you should’ve, you don’t realize that in two years this will have become your biggest, most shameful regret.

He peers down at you, light eyes, ivory maybe? He’s got a weird haircut, some kind of half committed Mohawk thing. It’s an awful haircut, really shitty, so you politely avert your eyes from the active train wreck and send a prayer for any casualties, and realize you’ve dropped your phone on the ground.

“Ye dropped—“

“Ah, let me—“

You both reach for it at the same time, and your fingers brush, and the world changes, and you have all of a half a second to freeze in shock and confusion before you accidentally headbutt him and fall over.

Maybe he had a thick enough skull to really hurt you. You would know.

[witchyleehibernates]

Baby Curtis (Teen Dad AU)

Her name is Kimberly <3

The baby girl was left on the doorstep of the Curtis household on December 14th, three days after she was born. She screamed and cried for only a few minutes from the cold before the Curtis brothers were throwing open the door and finding her. Sandy had written a letter, letting them know her name was ‘Kimberly Marie’ and that she was Sodapop’s baby… and that she was breaking up with Sodapop and moving away.

Sodapop takes to calling her ‘Kimmie/Kimmy’ while Darry calls her Kimberly. Ponyboy is a mix between the two. Darry does make sure that Sodapop got a paternity test done, and signed the papers on Kimberly.

She has gray eyes, and surprisingly, blonde hair with red tints. She’s a tiny little thing, and the gang are all smitten by her nearly instantly. She loves being held by Sodapop the most, though is also perfectly content in Ponyboy’s, Darry’s, or Johnny’s arms too. She isn’t sure what to make of Steve, it’s a 50/50 on if she’ll cry just looking at him or cry until he picks her up. She doesn’t mind Two-Bit holding her, it’s just not her favorite place to be. She also isn’t sure what to make of Dally.

Sodapop ended up cleaning out his old room, fixing anything that needed to be fixed and moved back in during the first week of having Kimberly. No need to wake Ponyboy up throughout the night because of a crying baby. And Ponyboy hadn’t had a nightmare in two months, so they figured it would be okay to move rooms again (Ponyboy just jumped at the opportunity to convince Johnny to stop sleeping in the lot).

[cienie-isengardu]

Mortal Kombat 1 Behind the Scenes AU: Scenography (1)

[Cage’s Mansion] [Waiting for Liu Kang] [Special Bonus] [Grandmaster’s commentary] [Climbing scene] [Madam Bo’s Inn] [Cage’s Mansion 2 (fire extinguisher)] [Medic] [Shang Tsung’s sad face] [Smoke's Fall]

[cozyjae]

lovefool- j.suh 🌻🌷💐

info: johnny x reader, dad!johnny, parents au, pregnancy

wc: 2.2k

a/n: helllooooo everyone! i honestly didn’t think i would ever be back posting on this account but i rewrote this piece recently and wanted to share… just my usual pure fluff ❤️ i hope u enjoy!

Your thing with Johnny is really good, sometimes it just feels too good and too right. Everything feels like it’s fallen so effortlessly and perfectly in place. You definitely don’t want to jinx anything, but after eight months of officially dating, Johnny has been absolutely everything you wanted and needed in a guy.

It’s easy to talk to him, to laugh; to tell him anything. Johnny wants to get to know you, to understand and help you. During moments like these when you lie in bed together, when he holds your waist, and when you pet his bed head and he smiles sleepily— you never want Johnny to leave.

Johnny lays beside you now, smelling like your clean sheets and his usual wood and sea salt cologne, warm fingers tracing different patterns against your hip.

You both have been slowly convincing each other to get up eventually and tackle your lazy Sunday plans of grocery shopping and putting together your new Ikea desk. But it’s been over an hour of falling back asleep and slowly blinking awake and neither of you has made much progress yet.

“You ever think about having kids?” Johnny asks suddenly, making you glance up and twist in his arms to look at his sweet face and dazed eyes.

“Yeah,” you whisper, watching how intensely curious he looks. “Sometimes.”

You subconsciously match his small smile, thoughts of an incredibly wholesome future together making your heart unfairly twist in excitement and want. "You’d be such a good dad,” you continue and Johnny grins instantly. “Like an actual dilf.”

“You think so?”

“Oh yeah,” you laugh, hand running down his bicep, “you’d be hot, babe.”

“And like, a good dad?” Johnny emphasizes, making you bite back laughter.

“Yeah,” you admit easily, rolling over to kiss him. “Of course, you would be.” 

Johnny just looks at you like you said something entirely captivating and consuming.

“What?” You smile, pressing your lips against his jaw gently.

“I just want it so badly, I don’t know.” Johnny bends his arms to rest them behind his head. He watches you, suddenly peaceful and content. “I want so much with you.”

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4 years later

You wake up to the muffled sound of Johnny’s voice, momentarily wondering if he’s on the phone. You smile to yourself when you listen closely and hear his softer and higher tone. You make your way to your kitchen, leaning against the doorframe, appreciating the scene in front of you. Johnny is carefully holding your daughter, Julie, with both arms, walking around the kitchen, while simultaneously trying to make eggs.

He has messy bed hair- similar to yours, a now permanent fashion statement in your household, and stubble dotted along his jaw. You listen to his soft whispers and your heart swells as your baby’s small fingers cling onto his white undershirt and her chubby hand grasps at his arm, softly patting over his floral tattoo.

Johnny has his back to you so you stay unnoticed, enjoying the serene beauty of your husband and daughter together. Julie was already almost eight months old and time felt like it was flying by, even if the sleepless nights felt long, and now, time alone and a longer than five-minute shower felt like a luxury, you couldn't and don't want to remember a time without Julie.

You love watching Johnny with her, love watching the way he so gracefully and perfectly assumed being a father, how attentive he was, and how much he doted on her and took care of you. How he started cooking most days, how he read a ridiculous amount of baby books, and how he insisted on making sure you got a minimum of a few hours of sleep a night.

You watch him bounce Julie gently, leaning against the doorframe as you smile until your daughter spots you from behind his shoulder. She reaches out and giggles with a tiny grin and Johnny turns around, mirroring her smile, which looks enduringly similar to his own.

“Need help?” You ask as Johnny laughs. “There's probably a more effective way to make breakfast but...”

Julie stretches her arms out towards you and reaches over to grab her from his hold. "Coffee?" He asks, knowing your answer.

"Yes please," you smile down at Julie, her soft hairs and long lashes. She leans her head against your chest, already comfortable in your arms. You watch Johnny stand on his tiptoes to grab a coffee mug and you press a kiss to the crown of Julie's head.

What a nice morning.

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“Come take a picture!” Johnny says and your daughter giggles and toddles over to you, hurrying as fast as her tiny legs can carry her, bound in a large winter coat, mittens, and ear muffs. A tiny chubby arm extends out to you a wordless ask for stability and help. You smile as she struggles to wrap her small arms around your shoulders, tiny hands grasping your jacket. Her full pink cheek smushes against yours, as Johnny takes a picture, “Your first snow this year, baby!”

 “Careful,” you call, reaching out to grasp her hand as she pulls herself into you. she wraps her arm around you, hugging you tightly. you brush back a loose strand of her hair as Johnny repositions the camera, moving around for the perfect picture. 

"Snow!" Julie repeats loudly. She had just started talking and loved impressing everyone with her linguistic skills, taking her limited vocabulary very seriously as she already loved to talk and communicate with the two of you.

“Smile!” He says excitedly, grinning behind his large camera.

Julie listens, grinning with a smile that has always looked exactly like her father’s, and smushes her cheek closely next to yours. Your arm finds its way to the small of her back holding her securely as Johnny takes a picture. 

“Perfect,” he mutters, more to himself, watching his family in front of him.

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“What’s the surprise?” Julie cries, toying with the hem of her shirt. Her anxious gaze darts back and forth between you and Johnny, upset that you both know something she doesn’t.

At three years old, Julie hates feeling like she's being excluded from something. the hardest part of her routine now attempting to convince her that it's bedtime and neither of you would dare have fun without her.

Johnny hands her a small transparent piece of film. Your daughter plays with it gently, turning it around in her palm. “What does this mean?” She questions, not able to stay still and scooting towards you with wide, curious eyes. 

Johnny holds her close to his body, wrapping an arm around her as she gives him her full attention. “It means in a couple of months you’re going to be an older sister.” Julie blinks with her mouth open, still in shock. She has friends in preschool who were younger siblings or already had younger brothers or sisters. Johnny's cousin recently had twins and Julie was completely fascinated by how tiny they were and that there were two babies.

You knew Johnny always wanted Julie to have at least one other sibling and the timing had finally felt right for the first time since Julie was born a few years ago.

 “Really?” Her voice grows louder in pure excitement, looking at you in awe before her eyebrows furrow, confused, pouting. “Why not right now?” She pouts, immediately turning to her father for an explanation. He laughs loudly, “That’s not how it works, baby," he pulls her into his lap, noting that patience is still hard a hard virtue for a three-year-old.

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You're tucking Julie into bed a few nights later when she brings up the baby again.

“There’s a baby in there?” Julie asks, pointing to your stomach where a small but noticeable bump began to show.

“Yes sweetheart,” you laugh as she smiles widely, “wow,” her big eyes fill with excitement and curiosity. She reaches out and lays a small, warm hand on your stomach, “hi baby.”

You smile at your daughter, already knowing what a great sister she will be. She gripes the comforter tightly as she moves to your side to cuddle you closer. “Love you,” she mumbles, eyes tightly shut, trying to lull herself into sleep. 

“I love you too,” you say quietly and you eventually think she’s successfully asleep, tucked tightly next to you until she whispers cutely, “I love you baby.” You feel a small tap on your stomach and watch her gently pat your stomach. She snuggles closer, satisfied and closes her eyes for a peaceful sleep. 

-

 “Look!” Your daughter calls as she thrusts a picture towards Johnny, a pink and purple fingerprinted flower. He takes her in his arms, “for me?”Johnny asks shocked, looking at her art. Her arms find his shoulders. “No,” she giggles, “for Mommy!” She finishes, still laughing at Johnny’s reaction.                      

Johnny pretends to look hurt, pouting, “Well, can I have one too?” he asks. She thinks about it, face twisting, “Okay!” The little girl decides and Johnny’s smile grows instantly. “Thank you, baby.”

She frowns, chiding her father with a grin, “I’m not baby.” 

“You’re not?” Johnny asks surprised and she nods approvingly. “Yes, the baby is in mommy right now,” she explains, looking at him to confirm he understands.

“Ahhh,” Johnny nods knowingly, smiling tugging on his lips, “I see. You're right. So smart." Julie hides her smile, leaning against Johnny's shoulder.

“You’re still my baby though, right?" He asks as Julie buries her face into his neck, giggling. “Yes,” she laughs, muffled by the cotton of his t-shirt. 

-

The three of you watched Nemo while Julie was incredibly invested in the story, watching while sitting in Johnny's lap and letting him braid her hair. You're sitting close to them, a blanket draped over you and Johnny watches you sleep peacefully.

Julie sighs against Johnny's chest as he pats her shoulder. "Let’s go to bed, Jules."

She lets Johnny hoist her up and carry her into her room, the one down the hall from yours, with the pink walls and newly upgraded twin bed.

"Daddy," she whispers, clutching her favorite teddy bear. "Will you still love me even if I’m not a baby anymore?"

Johnny blinks and brushes back stray hairs from her face with a soft smile. "Of course, I could never not love you, never ever."

"Ok, Daddy," she smiles to herself, seemingly satisfied.

"Will you still love me?" He asks and Julie giggles.

"Yes!"

"I had to make sure!" He defends and Julie squeals, wrapping her arms around his torso and squeezing tight.

"Jules, Mommy and I will love you forever."

-

“The baby is going to be small,” Johnny explains, walking Julie through the hospital halls as she swings their arms back and forth excitedly.

“Okay,” Julie bounces. "Isn't it cool, daddy, that baby and I have the same birthday month?"

"Wow," he looks down at Julie and her bright, excited eyes, "it really is."

"But we have our own days," she continues, "I think it was meant to be." Julie decides, stopping when Johnny does, in front of your hospital room.

"I think so too," he smiles, squeezing her hand gently and opening the door carefully.

"Wow," Julie gasps, consciously trying not to run up to the hospital bed where you hold a tiny bundle.

"Hi, Jules," you smile, "do you want to meet your brother?"

She nods with wide eyes, already on her tippy toes to try and peer over the tall bed. Johnny instead sits down in the chair next to you and lifts her into his lap. "Here," he murmurs as you carefully pass over your newborn.

"Hi," Julie stares at the small bundle, "Daddy," she gasps, looking up at Johnny. She touches the baby tentatively as Johnny's arm wraps around her waist. Julie is already hyper-fixated on her sibling, on her brother.

"What's baby's name?" She whispers like she's scared of disturbing him.

"Jordan," Johnny says quietly, meeting your eyes with a small, content smile.

"Hi Jordan," Julie smiles, supporting his head gently, turning to look at you. "Do you think he already knows how much I love him?"

You nod, "I think he does." Julie nods with a smile, like that reassures her and you watch her hold her brother, feeling like your family with Johnny felt so complete.

[confused-wanderer]

Ghostsoap AU where Soap is a strong swimmer, one of the best Scuba divers out there and Ghost is a marine biologist investigating the ecosystem and the deep ocean.

Ghost who’s had intense trauma with cliffs and just generally being near the edge of things at huge heights, something Johnny would occasionally tease him about but always lightly, with never any venom in them. And although to everyone, including the Scot who just started closely working with Ghost a few months ago, it seems like Ghost doesn’t care much for Soap, everything shifts one day when stuff goes terribly wrong.

Soap had dove farther than he had in a while, exploring a new area near a cliff after an intense natural disaster (maybe an earthquake that unearthed a closed off area?) and his oxygen tank bursts.

Meanwhile the team gets his distress signal, and Ghost, despite his trauma with cliffs, doesn’t hesitate to jump off the tallest one in order to get to Soap.

His Johnny. His oxygen.

[saturnznct]

d3 - christmas in chicago | jhs

➸ word count; 1240 words

➸ jude; aged 14, verity & katie; aged 5, connor; aged 1 month 

➸ alternative names used; junho (jude), eunyoung (katie)

dadmas masterlist | nct masterlist

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Surprisingly, your five-year-old twins are not the ones who wake you up at five in the morning on Christmas Day. Instead, you arise to the sound of your one-month-old son fussing in his bedside crib.

You stretch, shifting around to position yourself upright. It’s been roughly three or four hours since you last fed, and your body reacts accordingly, loose white t-shirt beginning to dampen. 

‘I’ll take him,’ Johnny murmurs from behind you, in his raspy morning voice.

‘He needs fed,’ you reply, lifting Connor up from the crib and onto your chest.

‘I’ll keep you company,’ Johnny settles further into the pillows, lightly tickling Connor’s feet with his finger.

This year, you’d found yourself in Chicago for Christmas. Last year you had spent the holiday in Korea after staying there for a little stint because of Johnny’s work, but you had come back to your home in Chicago during the summer to prepare for the birth of your youngest son.

Your hair falls as you turn your head to smile at Johnny, so he reaches a hand out to push the stray hair behind your ear. 

‘Merry Christmas, beautiful,’ he rubs your cheek on the way back down with his thumb, before dropping it down to the back of Connor’s head, ‘and Merry first Christmas, little man.’

‘Merry Christmas, John. Our last first Christmas,’ you smile lazily.

‘Well, I mean, we could have another surprise-‘

‘Absolutely not,’ you interrupt, and he laughs sheepishly, ‘four is more than enough.’

‘I know, I was kidding,’ Johnny kisses your elbow, ‘I love our family so much.’

Johnny just watches you feed for a few minutes before your bedroom door cracks open, two little girl’s faces appearing behind it.

‘Hey girls,’ Johnny sits up on his elbows, the twins taking it as an invitation to come inside.

‘It’s Christmas, daddy,’ Katie crawls up onto the bed, Verity not far behind her. 

‘It is, angel,’ Johnny lets her crawl into his arms, ‘do you think Santa’s been?’

The twins nod rapidly, both inching closer towards their father.

‘Can we go downstairs and go and see, daddy?’ Verity bounces on her heels with excitement.

‘Mommy’s feeding your little brother, Vev,’ Johnny explains, ‘we’ll have to wait until he’s done, okay?’

‘Okay,’ the girls sigh, slightly dejected, but the excitement quickly outweighs it.

The four of you talk quietly for a few minutes, the twins buzzing about potential presents Santa may have brought them. Once Connor pulls away from you, the twins automatically straighten up, ready to jump out of bed to harass Jude into waking up.

‘Girls-‘ Johnny tries to get them to slow down, but they’re already reaching up and pulling your bedroom door open, plodding along down the hallway towards their older brother’s bedroom.

‘Can you manage?’ Johnny lays a warm hand just under your shoulder.

‘Yeah, you go make sure they don’t jump on his head.’

Johnny leaves the room as you rise from the bed slowly, beginning to pat Connor’s back.

Jude is leaning against the hallway wall, half asleep still, once you emerge from the bedroom.

‘Morning,’ you chuckle, his face brightening when he sees you and his baby brother.

‘Can we go downstairs now?’ Katie tugs on Johnny’s sleeve. 

‘Yeah, come on angel, let’s go and see what Santa’s brought you.’

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‘Grandma!’

‘Hello little ones,’ Johnny’s mother hugs her granddaughters before looking up and noticing Jude.

‘Junho-ah,’ she breaks away from the twins to hug Jude, ‘Merry Christmas.’

‘John-ah, Y/N! How’s the little one?’

‘Groggy,’ you turn to the side slightly to show Connor laying against your chest half-asleep, ‘someone is ready for his morning nap.’

‘Go put him down, his little crib is still in the spare room.’

Johnny’s parents had a little fold-out crib for Connor just in case you spent a long time there. 

‘I’ll put him down, come on,’ Johnny takes Connor from you, rocking him slowly as he ventures up the stairs.

‘Merry Christmas mum/mom,’ you hug Johnny’s mother, ‘thank you for hosting this year.’

‘You know how much I love cooking for you guys,’ she replies, ‘you’ve made such a big family, it warms my heart to have you all here together.’

‘He went straight to sleep,’ Johnny reappears at the top of the stairs, ‘all the Christmas excitement made him tired I think.’

‘Now that we’re all here,’ Johnny’s dad says, ‘lets start on presents!’

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‘Oh, Eunyoung, no,’ Johnny’s mother lunges across the kitchen counter, grabbing Katie by the waist and lifting her down from the stepstool, just as she was about to put her fingers in the cake batter.

‘Sorry mum/mom,’ you manage to eventually catch up with Katie, the one month old Connor in your arms, ‘I lost sight of her for like two seconds.’

‘It’s okay dear, you should be sitting! Wow I’m getting too old for this.. Where’s my son, he should be- John!’

Johnny appears in the doorway behind you, holding Verity.

‘Sorry, little miss spilled water all over herself.’ He lets Verity down, who scampers over to her Grandmother and twin sister.

‘Girls, how about you go play with your new toys?’ Johnny’s mother suggests, ‘let your mum/mom rest.’

‘No, I’ll help you with dinner-‘

‘No you will not,’ she fires back sternly, ‘you just gave birth. Go sit on the couch and relax.’

Sensing that she won’t back down, you retreat to the couch, where Jude is laying around on his phone.

‘Are you ok, mum/mom?’ Jude looks up from his phone in concern when you quietly whine in discomfort.

‘I’m good, just achy,’ you don’t think your teenage son wants the details of your postpartum body. 

‘Can I do anything?’ He offers, forever the sweetest boy.

‘You could play with your sisters,’ you suggest, ‘stop them from getting in your grandma’s way.’

‘Okay,’ he throws his phone down, wandering over to the girls and feign excitement over their dolls.

Johnny helps his parents with the cooking, darting around the kitchen, pulling things off the hob, out of the oven and into dishes ready for the dining table. 

‘Dinner’s ready!’ Johnny’s mother calls.

You place Connor in the crib you’ve brought downstairs, as Jude and the twins practically sprint over to the dining table.

‘Ah-ah, not so fast,’ Johnny chastises, ‘let’s carry a dish each.’

He gives the twins a cooler dish each, which they carry to the table and put down, before sliding into their seats. 

‘You, sit down,’ Johnny’s mother swats at you when you appear in the kitchen and try to help.

‘Alright, dig in everyone,’ Johnny’s mother announces.

‘Kids,’ you begin sternly before they pick up their utensils.

‘Jal meogeotseumnida,’ the kids chirp in unison, Johnny’s mother laughing as they start stuffing their faces as soon as the last syllable leaves their mouths.

‘You’re welcome.’

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‘Hey,’ Johnny is sitting up in bed, orange glow of your bedside lamp illuminating the bare skin of his chest.

‘Hi,’ you’d just finished saying goodnight to Jude.

He wraps his arms around you once you’re in bed beside him.

‘I had the most perfect day,’ he murmurs sleepily.

‘Me too. Exhausted now.’

‘M’not surprised. But I love being in Chicago with you, and our family.’

‘It feels like home, doesn’t it?’

‘It is home. But anywhere with you is.’

‘You’re so cheesy,’ you cringe, ‘but I agree with the sentiment.’

‘Merry Christmas, I love you.’

‘Merry Christmas, John. I love you too..’

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Less Notable Dads

[halfadoginatank]

Simon and his father take a trip to the Scottish highlands for the summer, he knows only one of them will leave.

Johnny is a boy obsessed with filming explosions from fireworks he's not supposed to have.

Los Vaqueros are a group of Mexican teens derailed from their field trip waiting for teachers that might not come back.

Huge lore and plot dump below.

Mild tw for Simons father

Simons father has always taken him on hunting trips, sometimes he hated them, some times he liked them. But he'd never taken him this far from manchester. There are weapons in the cabin they rent, his father is eerily sober, one of them is going to die out here. Simon can only hope that Tommy won't be next.

Johnny meets him when he strays too far from his father. Part of it on purpose, he would never be on equal footing, more so when his father had the rifle and not him. He's in the tree's, at first simon thinks its prey, but there's a camera lense staring right at his scope.

Los Vaqueros come later, the leader arguing with a girl with choppy hair, Valeria and Alejandro trade glares while Rodolfo tries to mediate. Their bus broke down, leaving them stuck in town desperately renting a cabin near but far from the one simon is in.

It's the most interesting thing thats happened to johnny, and in the makeshift bonfire Valeria corners him and Simon. Her gaze is snakelike and a ring clinks on the bottle she's holding

"You say that he's an asshole yes? Your padre. Mine was the same, en mi opinión? It is kill or be killed."

Valeria nods at Alejandro, she tells them of a faceless force where she's from. The person sponsoring the trip for them, 'good will'. The five of them band together, the rest of the Vaqueros utterly ignorant.

Simon will save his family, Alejandro will get them home, and johnny? He's going to make the best home video.

-

Yeah so thats the whole plot, originally it was just going to be ghoap but somehow the Vaqueros fell into place. It kind of made more sense to have Valeria give them the idea? She doesnt have a whole bunch of canon lore so I figured she'd have an in with the cartel via her father, who was awful. And when Valeria killed him the nameless helped her cover it up and she got her own little spot.

Alejandro broke off their relationship after that, it's why they're on bad terms. He formed the Vaqueros as a funny joke that he started to take seriously when kids around Las Almas genuinely needed help that wasnt someway connected to the cartel, adults had that with rudys mother, so Ale and his childhood friend Rudy decided to help people their age in a way that doesn't rely on adults too much.

Everyone here is about 16-18. Soap is 17, ghost is as well but a few months older. Rudy Alejandro and Valeria are 18. And the youngest cowboy is 16.

Im trying to fit Gaz and Alex in? Im thinking that they both live in Texas, Gazs parents had a falling out since mum was from Texas hes there. Their school is on the same trip in the same bus a sort of cross trip to help the shitty american public school get a better name, as well as the cartels big PR move with having a class from one of Las Almas' schools.

Johnny is a bit weird here, but his motivation is he's suffering from extreme middle kid issues. Loves his family but since he's almost invisible is able to just kinda run off as long as hes back home eventually. He has a camera he uses to film any of his mishaps with, its essentially just jackass. As well as a video diary. Dont be fooled, its also an excuse for me to write some of it in script like format.

Simon is almost exactly the same as he is in the 09 comics, obviously a bit different. But childhood is the same.

I wanted farah to be here so bad but her childhood is literally a warzone and theres no way I can get her and her brother in Scotland. Because im trying so hard to make this somewhat believable, like yes its is a summer mystery horror au. But god I just really need things to make a little sense otherwise I cant do it. Same with Price Nik and Laswell. Like I could group Laswell in with Alex and gaz, and maybe I could pair her with Valeria for funsies. However Nikolai is in russia so... oopsie, and price? Like... how do you turn price into a teenager, he'd be what 19 or 20? Theres no reason he'd be in school, I dont think he'd be held back.

Also you may wonder, why is graves not here? Uh.... because I dont care, he wouldn't have a place here. The antagonist is Simons father, and honestly man? I just dont care that much for his character.

Man theres... theres so much I have here dude, I want to throw roach in there, and I THINK I could squeeze him in as one of ghosts school mates but the point is the first act has Simon completely isolated.

Anyway thats it. Bye.

[goattrucksss]

"My name is Jonathan / Johnny Joestar, people call me jojo and I am the one and only Spider Star" (Johnny's wrist looks broken but it still looks good to me at least)

Jonathan and Erina,who takes the role of Gwen Stacy

Jonathan and Spider Erina. The girl Johnny is hugging is Rina,who takes the role of Mary Jane

Johnny first drawing of him as spiderman / spider star

im going to rewatch spiderman into the spiderverse,whatch spiderman across the spiderverse and then (maybe) watch other spiderman movies so i can get a better idea of what to do for this au (may or may not draw the other jojos in digital later)

[your-divine-ribs]

Birthday Character Headcanons

Birthday headcanons for my characters: Red✨, The Devil Next Door, Forbidden (Prof Van✨ and Prof Bond✨), Dad Van

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Character Headcanons Main Masterlist

Red

❤️ "Really? In here? You can't be serious!" You giggle breathlessly as Van presses you back against the bathroom door, causing it to slam shut.

❤️ "I'm deadly serious," he grins, fingers entwining with yours as he pulls your arms up above your head and presses your hands against the woodwork. "Did ya really think ya could go on teasing me all night without any consequences, huh?"

❤️ "Oh, I'm sorry," you smirk mischievously up at him, pushing your hips forward until they just barely brush his. "And there was me thinking you had self-control."

❤️ Your seductive demeanour tinged with a mismatched faux innocence definitely has the desired effect, you can see the wicked glint in Van's eyes as he gazes down on you with unbridled hunger. "When it comes to you babe, I don't have any, you should know that by now. And besides, it's my birthday. I think it's about time I unwrapped my present, don't you?"

❤️ You've been so good trying to resist him but you knew you were doomed tonight by the time you'd finished your third drink at the house party Van had thrown to celebrate the occasion.

❤️ His eyes had followed you around the room all night and at first you'd tried to ignore him but as the minutes ticked by you'd got bolder; furtive, secretive glances turned to lingering, loaded gazes. Pretty soon you were eye-fucking each other across the crowded kitchen.

❤️ It started not to matter that you were here at Van's party with your boyfriend Larry and all your unsuspecting friends. He had that effect on you, all your morals and good sense disintegrated as longing and desire took over.

❤️ In a rash moment of recklessness you'd sidled off to the bathroom and slipped out of your panties, rolling them into your balled fist as you'd re-joined the party and made a beeline for Van. You'd slipped them surreptitiously into the back pocket of his jeans as you'd brushed past him, whispering a sultry "happy birthday" into his ear.

❤️ Of course you knew exactly what would happen when you'd headed back for the stairs ten minutes later after ensuring Van had watched you slip away.

❤️ Kissing Van when you do find time to be alone together is a complete sensual experience... it's hot and slow and dirty... hands still pinned above your head he slides a thigh in between your legs and you can't help but grind yourself against him, moaning shamelessly into his mouth as your naked core comes into contact with the rough denim.

❤️ "Not such a tease now are ya?" He taunts in between deep, wet kisses, snaring your bottom lip in between his teeth gently as he pulls back, your foreheads still pressed together.

❤️ "Just shut up and fuck me," you whine, hips shunting forward as you press yourself against him, desperate for more friction.

❤️ You'd be fumbling with his belt and tearing at the buttons of his jeans now if you could but Van has other ideas. "I don't think you're in any position to make demands, do ya love? Now, as it's my birthday I get to call the shots, okay?"

❤️ Securing both of your wrists with one of his large hands, the other snakes under the hem of your short dress, quickly finding your clit with practised ease and starting to massage it in slippery, concentrated circles.

❤️ "But Van," you gasp in whispered, moaned breaths, your legs already trembling as he presses down with just the right amount of pressure that has you gushing all over his thigh. "It's your birthday... I should be treating you..."

❤️ "This is my treat," he says, blue eyes boring intently into yours as he watches your face contort with pleasure. "Wanna watch you fall apart on my fingers over and over again. Fuck Y/N... you're so beautiful... so good for me. I wish it could be like this all the time... I just want you all to myself."

❤️ His lips close over yours again, swallowing your needy whimpers and whines as he coaxes the first orgasm of many from you, your body spasming with shudder after delicious shudder.

The Devil Next Door

❤️‍🔥 You'd never kiss Van. Never in a million years. Not even if he was the last man on earth.

❤️‍🔥 I mean yeah, you've thought about it. Lonely nights when you're lying in bed, recalling how pink and plush his lips had looked when you'd exchanged heated words on your driveway over some trivial matter that you should have just let go... but you never can let things lie with Van.

❤️‍🔥 That's just the thing with him. No matter how much he winds you up and gets under your skin and infuriates you, you're drawn to him. Rather than it putting you off, your volatile exchanges just stoke the fire burning inside you that you try so hard to ignore, but you can't...

❤️‍🔥 It's actually insane how much you're attracted to him... not that you'd ever let him know that. You'd rather die than let him have the smug satisfaction of the knowledge that you secretly lust after him. And you'd NEVER kiss him, you're absolutely positive of that.

❤️‍🔥 That's until you attend the fateful birthday party that he throws... the one that changes everything.

❤️‍🔥 Your first kiss was contrived... I suppose that's the best way to describe it... it certainly didn't happen naturally. You were just tipsy and caught up in the mood, inhibitions melted away, so when Johnny suggested a game of 'spin the bottle' you were well up for it, downing a few more shots first for good measure.

❤️‍🔥 You'd kissed Tom twice (much to his delight), a random black-haired girl who tasted of coconut lip balm and you'd even had a hilarious sloppy smooch with a very inebriated Johnny, and when it was your turn again the bottle stopped dead on Van.

❤️‍🔥 "No fucking way, it's a fix!" You'd slurred, demanding a re-spin but Bondy was having none of it. "C'mon Y/N. How can it be a fix? You spun it yourself! Now get on with it... unless you're too scared yer gonna fall in love or summat?"

❤️‍🔥 Bastard! Your cheeks are glowing furiously and you look at Van who's sitting there, leaning back on his hands with the biggest smirk on his face. "Happy Birthday to me!" He sniggers.

❤️‍🔥 "Let's just get this over with!" You huff.

❤️‍🔥 Your heart's going like the clappers but you're determined not to show your nerves and embarrassment as you carefully manoeuvre yourself on to Van's lap, flinching as you feel eager fingers curl around your waist.

❤️‍🔥 The way you move together is stilted and clumsy, noses bumping and then teeth clashing as you both mumble curses under your breath. That's when you release that despite Van's outward show of cockiness around you he's actually just as nervous as you are.

❤️‍🔥 It gives you an unexpected surge of confidence and recklessness and without thinking you're cupping his face in your hands and closing your eyes as you lean in close.

❤️‍🔥 The soft plump flesh of his lips feels so perfect pressing against yours and you part your lips, tongues entwining. You can smell the scent of his cologne and feel the heat coming off his body, a small breathy groan escaping him which ignites your blood. All of a sudden the rest of the room melts away as you let your body sink against his.

❤️‍🔥 You're so consumed in the kiss that when you hear loud whoops and whistles and jeered shouts of "get a room" and "fucking 'ell, you pair gonna come up for air?" it brings you back down to earth with a pretty sobering bump.

❤️‍🔥 You scramble off Van's lap in an instant, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand, your flustered gaze meeting Van's over-awed one in an awkward moment that has your head reeling even more.

❤️‍🔥 "Gonna go get another drink... wash the taste away," you mutter, making sure that Van can hear you but he hardly looks bothered. He sits there looking mightily pleased with himself, lips smeared with your lippy as you stalk off into the kitchen.

❤️‍🔥 That's it. You're never kissing him again. EVER. That was just a one off... and this time you mean it.

Forbidden - Prof Van

🖤 It's no secret that it's Van's birthday, he'd let it slip that the date was coming up in last week's lecture when Erica had been querying deadlines for coursework.

🖤 You've been considering getting him a present but you can't decide on anything... but then you suppose a gift doesn't have to be an actual physical thing. It could be a gesture or an experience... and what you'd be prepared to offer would definitely be more memorable than a box of chocolates or a bottle of whiskey... you'd make sure of that.

🖤 You smirk as you enter the lecture room on 1st August to see Erika blushing coyly as she hands over a fancy box of luxury chocolates to her favourite Professor. Van thanks her warmly whilst she's gushing about how much she appreciates his unwavering support this semester, but he's plainly distracted. How could he not be when you've just sauntered past wearing the skimpiest dress which admittedly isn't really appropriate for a 9am Tuesday morning lecture... not that you give a fuck about that.

🖤 Van doesn't really stand a chance. Even though his demeanour towards you in class is always professional you've every intention of being the naughtiest of distractions this morning, a carefully selected cherry flavoured lollipop protruding from your glossed lips.

🖤 You take a seat right at the front of the lecture room and fix Van with a secretive smile as he welcomes everyone to class, satisfied when his gaze lingers on you a little too long as you pucker your lips suggestively around the lolly.

🖤 "So today we're going to focus on revision for the upcoming final exams... I trust you've all been... uhhh... working hard..." He pauses and clears his throat as he longingly watches your tongue swirl around the tip of the candy.

🖤 He quickly looks away but you've already seen the heat in his eyes and the slight flush creep on to his cheeks... you're pretty sure it's not solely the August heat causing him to loosen the collar of his shirt either.

🖤 Satisfied that your class mates are concentrating on the lecture taking place rather than your wicked antics you increase your efforts, licking the sticky syrup that's dripping down the lolly stick and sucking the lollipop slowly in and out of your mouth, accentuating every movement. The whole time you're watching Van from under your lashes, putting on a performance that's sure to tease. His concentration's shot, forever darting back to you.

🖤 Eventually you settle down, but you know you're in trouble. The atmosphere is charged as Van dismisses the class and demands sternly that you stay behind. "Y/N... I'd like a word please... my office... straight after class."

🖤 You're the picture of innocence when you knock on Van's door five minutes later, eyes wide like you've no idea what you've been summoned for. "You wanted to see me Sir?"

🖤 "What the fuck was that huh?" He's up on his feet so fast his chair shoots backwards and hits the wall behind him with a thwack so loud it makes you physically jump. "And don't even think of playing the innocent with me 'cause you knew exactly what you were doing to me back there in class."

🖤 "I really have no idea wh...." Your words are cut off as his lips crash feverishly into yours, his tongue invading your mouth as your whole body is pushed firmly against the office door. He's already hard and you smirk inside at the knowledge of how much he must have been lusting after you all morning.

🖤 When he finally pulls back you're both breathless, and he's got that wicked glint in his eyes that fills you with excited anticipation, his hands already unbuckling his belt as he speaks.

🖤 "Suppose you think you're clever huh, putting on that little show with the lollipop? Winding me up when I can't do anything about it?" He sneers at your mischievous smile as he tears open the buttons on his jeans and pushes them down his hips. "Well now you can put that filthy mouth to even better use. Down on your fucking knees... NOW! Show me what a good girl you can be."

🖤 You know better than to hesitate, dutifully dropping down to your knees and looking up at him, letting him take full control as he winds your hair into a tight fist and yanks your head even further back so he has the perfect view as he forces his throbbing cock between your lips.

🖤 His movements are sharp with just the right amount of aggression that has wetness flooding between your thighs, and before you can even draw a breath and ready yourself he's fucking your mouth with ruthless thrusts.

🖤 It's overwhelming as he tests your limits, your head emptying of all thoughts apart from the weight of his cock on your tongue and the ache in your jaw, the insistent throbbing in your cunt as he uses you for his own pleasure. You hear his voice drifting down from above, a contrasting softness to his harsh actions. "Shit baby, you're doing so good. Just let me know if it gets too much... just squeeze my leg if you need to stop. Fuck... feels so good... you look so pretty with your mouth full of me..."

🖤 You appreciate his mindfulness but there's no way you're tapping out, even though your eyes are brimming with tears and your throat's burning as you gag around his thick cock, you're determined to take every inch that he gives you. The sight and sound of him losing control as he takes what he wants is the most satisfying reward there is.

🖤 It's only a matter of minutes before he releases his load down the back of your throat with a sharp snap of his hips and a husky groan.

🖤 Even as you're spluttering on his cum you still manage to gasp out a shaky "H... happy birthday Sir!" which has him chuckling as he wipes away your tears.

🖤 He hauls you on to your feet, lifting you effortlessly on to his desk and shunting a stack of paperwork carelessly on to the floor. "Hope you don't think I'm finished with you yet darlin', I'm just getting started."

Forbidden - Prof Bond

🧡 August is fast becoming your favourite month. Not only is the weather fine and the days long and balmy but it's also Leo season which means one very important thing... you get to treat your two favourite Professors to a birthday treat that they're not going to forget in a hurry.

🧡 Finally 21st August rolls around and you can barely contain your excitement. Professor Bond's been away at a conference all week and you've missed his sweet attention and his blissful caresses... but it's his special day so you want to make sure the focus is on him for a change.

🧡 You select an appropriately slutty dress and conveniently 'forget' to put any underwear on, finishing off your look with a slick of cherry red lipstick. You know Johnny loves the colour, whenever you wear it he can't take his eyes off your lips.

🧡 "Y/N... what can I do for you?" He sounds surprised when you arrive at his office, eyes slipping down to appraise you quickly but shooting right back up like he's pretending he's not noticed the plunging neckline of your dress or the shortness of your hemline.

🧡 That's the thing with Professor Bond... he's always trying to do the right thing. He doesn't quite manage it though... you make sure of that.

🧡 "Well I thought seeing as it was your birthday it was more about what I could do for you..." You walk up to his desk, letting your fingers trail over the paper work, purposefully knocking off a pen which drops on to the floor.

🧡 "Oops, I'm so clumsy!" You giggle, immediately turning around and bending over to retrieve the pen, smiling to yourself as you feel the cool air of the office high up on the backs of your thighs. You hear him let out a quiet sigh as he notices your lack of underwear.

🧡 "Y/N," he says sternly. "We talked about this before I went away. We agreed no more hook ups in the office, it's way too risky." He sounds resolute but that doesn't put you off, if anything his resistance just tempts you all the more. You love a challenge.

🧡 "No, I think you'll find that you talked about it, I just listened. And I didn't actually agree to anything." You walk around the desk, coming to a stop behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders and kneading them gently. "Now do you want your birthday surprise or not?"

🧡 "That depends on what it is. I don't suppose it's just a shoulder massage is it?" He keeps looking forward, chuckling quietly under his breath when you tell him that no, that's not what it is. "If I tell you then it won't be a surprise now will it?"

🧡 "I tell you what," he begins, and you can hear the playfulness in his voice as he softens under your touch. "I'll let you do whatever you want as long as we both keep our clothes on... okay?"

🧡 "Fine by me," you smile, letting your hands trail across the planes of his shoulders before they move back up, starting to loosen the tie around his neck. "And since when did you start wearing a tie? This doesn't count as clothing by the way," you add quickly.

🧡 "What? You mean don't like it?" He laughs, letting you pull it free from his shirt collar. "Obviously not!"

🧡 He's relaxed now, humming in contentment as you move your hands down his upper arms slowly, kneading him through his shirt, still under the pretence of carrying out some sort of relaxing massage. "Mmm... that feels nice..."

🧡 "I always make you feel good don't I?" You whisper in his ear, grazing his ear lobe with your teeth, nipping it gently. He hums in appreciation and whilst he's distracted you take the opportunity to pull his hands quickly behind his back and fasten them tightly with the tie.

🧡 "What the..." he gasps, eyes a little wild with shock as you spin his chair around in a swift movement and drop straight down on to your knees on the carpet. "Do you trust me?" You ask, looking up at him with soft doe eyes and an impish smile.

🧡 "Something tells me I'd be a fool to do that," he mutters, and you see him pulling on his restraints as if to test them... only lightly though, the awed look on his face suggests that he's thrilled by this naughty dominant side to you.

🧡 Just as instructed you don't remove any of his clothing, you just carefully and slowly unzip his fly, looking up at him through your lashes the whole time, ramping up the tension.

🧡 Just as expected he's already rock hard as you pull his cock free, giving it a few languid strokes. "Oh you poor thing, you're so hard already. Didn't you have anyone to take care of you whilst you were away? It must feel pretty uncomfortable. Maybe I should kiss it better for you?"

🧡 "Fuck Y/N..." he growls softly, hips jerking upwards as your tongue laps softly at the sensitive head of his cock. "God I've missed you."

🧡 "Missed you too... want me to show you how much?" You don't wait for an answer, hollowing out your cheeks as you slide your lips fully down his length, not stopping until your nose brushes his thatch of dark curls and your eyes are watering.

🧡 You pull out all the stops, determined to give him the filthiest, most sloppy head until he's cursing and groaning and writhing in the chair, so close to his release that his balls pull up tight and his body tenses in readiness... then you stop, pulling off with a wet pop.

🧡 "Oh... you didn't think you were getting your birthday present already did you?" You ask with wide-eyed innocence, watching him carefully as you resume your light teasing touches from earlier, gauging his reactions, soaking up his dismayed frustration. "Greedy boy," you tut at him.

🧡 "Shit... c'mon love... I need ya," he pleads, the longing in his voice highlighting his desperation, his eyes hazed with lust as he implores you. You know if his hands weren't bound he'd be lacing his fingers through your hair to guide your lips back to his cock right now.

🧡 "Patience birthday boy," you purr up at him before you lick a slow stripe from his balls right up the underside of his cock to the tip where you press a soft kiss. "Now you'd better get comfortable, because I have all the time in the world today... and I have no intention of letting you come until I'm good and ready... you got that Sir?"

Dad Van

💗 Van specifically said he didn't want you or the kids to make a fuss of him on his birthday. Were you going to listen? Of course not!

💗 He does so much for you and the kids and you want to give him an extra special day... and besides you don't intend to lavish expensive gifts on him. The best things in life are free after all.

💗 You have to sneakily set your alarm early to wake up before Van who's usually wide awake and buzzing for the day whilst you're still bleary-eyed and drooling on to your pillow.

💗 For once he's snoring when the alarm goes off but the sound causes him to stir and he turns over, snuggling up to you, arms wrapped tightly around you, nuzzling into your neck.

💗 He's even more affectionate and cuddly than normal this morning and it's a wrench to leave his arms, his adorable dopey face pulling into a sulky pout as you slip away with the promise of being back soon.

💗 You try to sneak down surreptitiously with the kids even though the sound of them thundering excitedly down the stairs resembles a herd of tiny elephants.

💗 "It's Daddy's special day! I can't wait to surprise him!" Grace cries loud enough to wake the dead and certainly a snoozing Van so you give up any pretence of trying to make it a surprise.

💗 Leo's babbling away "Da-da, Da-da, Da-da!" You'd repeated "ma-ma" to him over and over in the hopes it would be his first word but frustratingly Van had won that one (and been smug about it ever since).

💗 Van has a legendary appetite so you decide to treat him and start to prepare him a full English breakfast.

💗 Grace insists on 'helping' which translates to burning the toast but thankfully she gets distracted by the gorgeous summer weather outside. You think she's playing but she comes running into the kitchen ten minutes later carrying a huge handful of daisies.

💗 "This is daddy's present, I made it all myself!" She grins toothily, opening up her hands to show you a beautifully constructed daisy chain.

💗 "That's gorgeous Gracie, daddy's gonna love it!"

💗 Van earns himself breakfast in bed on his special day. There's bacon, sausages, eggs, hash browns, toast and beans all piled up on the plate. "Aww this is amazing, thank you love, you're an angel!" Van enthuses, tucking straight in.

💗 "It wasn't all mummy," Grace is quick to cut in. "I made the toast."

💗 Van holds up a blackened slice and takes a big bite, mumbling how tasty it is and rubbing his belly whilst he's trying to hide a grimace. "You've definitely inherited your dad's culinary skills rather than mine!" You laugh.

💗 Not put off in the slightest, Van starts shovelling the rest of the breakfast into his mouth so quick that he has baked bean sauce running down his chin, much to Grace and Leo's horror.

💗 "Ewww Daddy, you're so gross! You eat like a pig!" Van pulls a ridiculous face and starts snorting loudly, making the kids squeal and jump up and down on the bed.

💗 After Van's cleared his plate Grace announces that she has a special present for her dad and produces the daisy chain which she arranges carefully on his head like a crown.

💗 "As it's your special day I thought you should be king for the day... and kings wear crowns so I made you one!"

💗 "Thank you darlin', I think it's probably one of my favourite gifts ever, I never want to take it off!"

💗 "Oh, that's just beautiful... really suits you," you chuckle at Van's fake enthusiasm. He's such a softie with the children, he'll let them do absolutely anything to him. "Doesn't he look pretty kids?"

💗 "I think I can make him look even prettier!" Grace giggles eagerly, running into her room and returning with her Disney Princess hair and make-up kit whilst you snigger at the fear in Van's eyes which he tries to hide with a nervous laugh.

💗 "Aww I don't think that's necessary Gracie, I'm sure mummy would much prefer a make-over... that's more her sort of thing."

💗 Grace is hearing none of it. "But it's your birthday, not mummy's!" She beams, pulling out some pink sparkly ribbon and waving it in Van's face, undeterred.

💗 You blatantly ignore Van's 'help me' expression, making an excuse that Leo's nappy needs changing, sniggering to yourself as you hear cries of "pink nail varnish will look better, it'll go with your hair ties!"

💗 You leave Van and Grace for some quality daddy/daughter bonding time whilst you're playing with Leo. They don't emerge for another hour but when they do you can't hold back the laughter as you take in the sight of your husband with a head full of braids fastened with tiny pink bows and glittered lashes that catch the sunlight streaming in through the windows.

💗 "Is that mascara you're wearing?" You snicker, sliding your phone out your pocket to take a few surreptitious shots before Van realises what you're doing. You know that you can trust Larry to upload them to the band WhatsApp group and Van will get a proper roasting.

💗 You've bought Van a bottle of his favourite cologne, a couple of new shirts (even though you know he'll resist throwing out his old ones with holes in) and some vinyl from bands you'd never heard of which came highly recommended by Bondy.

💗 The rest of the day is spent doing family things. You visit Van's parents, take the dogs for a walk on the coast then treat Van to tea and cake at his favourite cafe. He doesn't stop beaming for the whole day and you love seeing him like this.

💗 Grace was most disappointed that Van wanted to remove his make up and hair accessories before you left the house, but he'd conceded and agreed to keep the pink nail polish on.

💗 "That'll be great for when we go and watch the new Barbie movie next week Daddy... you did promise to take me didn't you? I can give you another make-over then!"

💗 When the kids are finally tucked up in bed you and Van snuggle up on the sofa to watch a movie together. "So... did you have a good day then?" You ask, cuddling into his arms. "Did the birthday boy get everything he wanted?"

💗 "It's been perfect babe... really amazing... you and the kids make every day special though." He dips his head down to scatter ticklish kisses down your neck, humming low into your ear in a way that sends warm shivers though you. "There's one present I think you forgot though... and I think I'm gonna enjoy unwrapping this one the most..."

[naivegh0ul]

Ghost as a dad was so cute! I need to know more about him and his daughter backstory, ASAP. How they live toghether, does Ghost has a wife or was it one night stand and the girl turned up nine months after and dropped the baby to his hands (personally I think of the latter) and they are little family ahhhhhh

And reaction of the rest people in 141, will they find out? Will Ghost tell them? Or will they one day just go to the common room, swearing like "who of you mf watches kids stuff" and they see this little girl sitting next to Soap who looks like is about to murder them

This is so fun, thank you for dropping dad Ghost to us 🙏🙏🙏

I imagine that Beth isn't Ghost's biological child, but actually his brother Tommy's! I think that Tommy and Beth Riley actually had twins, so it wasn't just baby Joseph, but baby Beth, too. (I like to think that Joseph was named after Ghost as it's his middle name and Beth was named after her mother.)

In this parent AU I think that the rest of the Riley family still died like in the comics, but baby Beth didn't as she had a hospital appointment that day :(

The poor baby had to go live with her grandparents - (Beth's parents) - and Ghost met her after a few years. He has his own little flat in Manchester, along with other properties dotted around England, so Beth sometimes comes to stay with him but she lives with her grandma and grandpa for the most part.

I think Beth would know that Ghost is a soldier, as her grandparents told her, but I doubt she knows the extent of what he does as she's only a little girl.

Ghost definitely tried to avoid wearing the mask around her but one time Beth found his mask in one of the cupboards and she put it on and she just looked so sweet and adorable that it changed the way Ghost saw his mask entirely.

Sometimes he puts it on for her when it's Halloween and she and her friends love it. She just thinks her dad is so cool and awesome and the best kind of scary. She knows that he's technically not her real dad, but to her he is. He's genuinely her hero :(

And yes, I totally think that one of the 141 boys, probably Price, would barge into the common room exclaiming, "Who's been watching Bluey on my goddamn Netflix account?!"

And Gaz would pipe up, embarrassedly admitting it was him when actually Soap has been secretly using Price's Netflix account to let Beth watch Bluey knowing Gaz also watches that same show.

Ghost would just shake his head disapprovingly at Soap's shenanigans, but he'd be smiling so wide under his mask, so grateful that Soap cares so much for his girl.

Ghost would be a bit hesitant to introduce Beth to the 141, but after he saw how easy Soap got along with her, he introduced them right away. Beth loved Gaz and Price as much as she did Soap. She'd constantly be begging for piggyback rides, exclaiming, "Daddy, look! I'm as tall as you!"

(One time when she was sitting on Soap's shoulders, she used his mohawk as a handlebar and tugged on it to get him moving to where she wanted to go. She'd even put on a little chef's hat, pretending she was Remy guiding Chef Soap on what to do.)

Ghost almost passed out from how hard he was laughing, and Price and Gaz were on the floor in shambles from how funny they found it.