#soap x mason roommates au

[brewed-pangolin]

Discord mentioned goofy boys for the Soap x Mason Roommates AU.

Walking into the dim light of the kitchen, you rubbed your eyes to erase the fog and blurry vision of inebriated and coma like sleep.

Opening the fridge to grab a piece of leftover pizza, dazedly turning to find a plate and maneuver to open the microwave.

Suddenly, you freeze. Coming face to face with a most curiously provocative sight.

"What in the hell is in the microwave?"

Your inquiry is quickly answered by the loud creak of Soap's door as he stumbles into the kitchen in nothing but his boxers. Pushing you aside to immediately grab the thick rubber device from the appliance and disappear without a single utterance to your obvious existence.

"What the fuck?"

"He likes to warm it up a bit." Mason's groggy voice called from over the back of the couch.

You decide to forgo warming up the pizza. Consuming it cold in lieu in catching any of the insanity shared by your fetish inclined cohabitants.

-

It was a fleshlight

There is a story behind this. No, I'm not going to elaborate. At least not here

@deadbranch @efingart @ohgeesoap @writeforfandoms I'm losing my mind with these two

Pockets Full of Stones Masterlist

[sentientcave]

Two Graves - Phillip Graves is haunted by the memory of his older brother

Fuck-ass Mohawk - Johnny likes it when you're mean to him (And Ghost does too)

Pompeii//Good Grief - Dealing with loss during a mission gone wrong- Or maybe gone right.

Please, Mommy - A little gender fuckery with everyone's favourite Captain. (FtM Reader, read contents for kink warnings)

And They Were Roommates

Fem!Soap x Fem Reader - You're looking for a roommate, and Jaime Mactavish figures she's the right woman for the job.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Heavy Weighs the Crown

Fantasy AU - A princess in self-imposed exile is forced to come home to face the man who took her father's crown and the life she left behind. 141 x Reader.

Chapter Index

Retirement Party

Price has retired from Military life, and he's not handling the change well. But on the one year anniversary of him hanging it up, his boys bring him something special to help keep him busy. You. (Dark fic! Read the content warnings)

Chapter Index

Honey It's Alright

Slasher AU with some of my OCs. Dark fic!! Read the warnings

Part 1

Sadie Blackmoore-Price in

Nobody Does it Better - Sadie and John reconnect for a night

You Only Live Twice (In Progress)

Hit Me With Your Best Shot

When Rory "Scout" Price moves in with her dad after a rough break-up, she's looking forward to reconnecting while she gets her feet back under her. But unfortunately, a post-divorce Kyle Garrick is moving in too, and he seems determined to be a pain in the ass. But then again, he is kind of hot.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Please Say Yes

Starting fresh after a divorce, Chelsea really only has one thing on her mind: Starting a family. But going through the process of dating and marrying another man that could very well be lying about wanting kids, just like the last one, she's determined to make her family all by herself. She only really needs a man for one part of the process, and she has a particular man in mind, her neighbour, one John Price.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Let's Riot!

When the Reader St arena gets bought out from under them by Morgan’s vengeful ex, Pippa Graves, The Reader St Riots suddenly find themselves without a practice space. Pippa may say she’ll play nice, but Morgan knows that she’ll either have to get back under Pippa’s manicured thumb or the whole team will be out on their ass in no time. Problem is, the only other practice space around that’s not booked up to the tits belongs to Jo Price, captain of the Femme41, and well… Morgan has a bit of ugly history with her too.

Still, Jo’s at least a little more reasonable than Pippa, and Morgan may hate to beg, but she’d hate to see the Riots disbanded more. And well, maybe there’s room for a little cooperation, especially when their teams get along so well.

Part 1 - Part 2

Mace of Bakes

"Are you happy, Mason?"

A question Mace hadn't asked himself in longer than he could remember. And when he finds he doesn't like the answer, he sets out to build a new life, a long way away from all the blood and dying on the battlefield. Happiness is not a warm gun. But it might be a warm loaf of bread.

Chapter 1

Sparrowverse

Fics in an extended original character universe. I'll get around to posting Sparrow one of these days.

Cherry Bomb - Nikolai meets one of his Aunt's old school friends and tries not to fall in love.

You Drive Me Wild - Nikolai and Helena meet again three years later

WIP WEDNESDAY

Snippets and previews of things in the works

Rugby - Rugby Again - More Rugby - The Righteous Hand - Impound - More Impound - Sparrow - TNT - Lucky Bunny - Daddy's Girl - Sparrow Again + Retirement Party

[bangchanstudio]

my roommate is a ghost | han jisung (ch. 1)

pairing: han jisung x reader (fem)

genre: fluff, college;au, parallel universe??

tw: mild nudity, mild talk of death, ghosts, cursing

word count: 1,355

writer’s note: okay so i haven’t written a fic in the longest time so sorry if it’s not that great. i was bored and felt inspired to write, might make a little series out of this, but i’m not sure yet lol let me know if you like it~ ps. sorry it’s so short T.T

plot: you had a bad habit of seeing ghosts. sometimes they were scary, sometimes they were rude, but hardly were they ever cute. one day as you were getting ready for class you walked in on your roommate showering... except you didn’t have a roommate. (inspired by Freaking Romance webtoon by Snailords)

[6:27am]

“wh-who are you?! get out!!” you shrieked, throwing whatever you could at the naked boy in your shower, though it was so humid you couldn’t really see his body, not that you wanted to. This was not what you had signed up for when you decided to move away for college and into a dorm hall. Not the loud parties or constant smell of weed in the corridor, not the times you’ve had your ass smacked by random strangers and definitely not finding a random guy in your shower at 6am.

“Hey what the hell, this is my room!” the boy retorted taking his toothbrush out of his mouth and dogging the hand soap you threw at him. “Just give me a sec--”

“how did you even get in here?! my door is locked!!” but was it? you did have a habit of being forgetful... that wasn’t important right now, what was important was getting this guy out before he made you late to your lecture. He grabbed a towel that was on the shower curtain rod before stepping out, the cloud that once hid him was gone now with the open door and you looked away trying to hide the stupid pink that rose on your checks. “get dressed”

you sat on your bed cross legged, nibbling your bottom lip impatiently and staring intently at the closed bathroom door. was he just another ghost? you thought. It had been at least a year since you last saw one. Ever since you were a small child you would see them. From the old man by the big oak tree at the park by your preschool, to the woman crying for her lost child on the corner of Mason Street and Wells Ave. Sometimes you would wake up to tens of ghosts crowded in your bedroom at 3am who wouldn’t disappear until you shrieked them away or came into physical contact with them. If your skin touched theirs they would just “poof”. That’s what made them a little less scary.

glancing at your clock it had been over 5 minutes but the guy still hadn’t come out of the bathroom. you jumped out of bed and pounded on the bathroom door, “does it really take you that long to put some clothes on?”

you waited for a response but all you could hear was the dripping of the faucet. “I’m coming in!” you warned before pushing the bathroom door open only to reveal... an empty bathroom. you stood there puzzled for a second as the door hit the wall. he was gone. as if he had never been there, the shower was dry as if it hadn’t been turned on, there was no fog on the mirror. had you just imagined it? maybe he was just a ghost, it wouldn’t be the first time after all.

[9:43pm]

finally, home sweet home. or dorm sweet dorm? it was a long day and you’d never felt happier to lay on your hard futon couch face down ready to d-word from the long day of lectures and group projects. how was it possible for professors to assign so much work on the first week of classes? you heard your phone buzz as a new notification popped up on the screen

-1 New Message from Aelin- Aelin: party at bryan’s later. wanna come?

you groaned into your decorative pillow before dragging yourself into a sitting position resting your head on your knee staring at the message trying to come up with an excuse not to go. for a 19 year old you weren’t great at doing normal 19 year old things. one such thing being parties or big crowds. plus it’s not like you had anything nice or slutty to wear to a frat party. but then again Aelin wasn’t the best drunk, and that was enough to convince your introverted soul into agreeing to go, although you regretted it the second you sent the message.

New Message Aelin: GREAT, I’ll come down in 20!

you got up quickly browsing through your limited closet before settled on a black slip dress Aelin let you borrow over summer and a leather jacket tossing them on your bed before stripping on your way to the shower to get at least a little cleaned up. turning on the hot water and letting it run down your hair reminded you of that morning with that hot ghost guy. the thought made you a little sad. if he was a ghost that means he had to have died and nothing was sadder than seeing young ghosts knowing they had their whole lives ahead of them. after a quick scrub down you hop out of the shower and wrapped a clean towel around yourself and using another to scrunch dry your hair. there wouldn’t be time for you to style it so you settled with slapping on some product to help the curls air dry nicely.

you annoyingly slap on some make up, quick foundation + concealer, some liquid blush and red lip tint. you didn’t need any mascara since your eyelash extensions were still pretty new and full. Aelin had the worst habit of inviting you out last minute. checking the clock on the counter you only had 5 minutes before aelin would come down, late as her libra ass may be she was always punctual when it came to a good time.

the cold air of the dorm room greeted you as you left the warm cloud of the bathroom behind. your hair was still a little damp so you took the towel off your body to dry it a bit more, thanking the gods you were able to get a dorm room to yourself giving you the freedom to wander around the small space nude all you wanted.

“oh shit-” that voice. you whirled around to see the ghost from earlier coming out of the bathroom you were just in. he held his hands up to cover his eyes.

“not again!” you groaned throwing your phone at him and wrapping the towel around tightly around yourself. “what are you doing here again! no one said this room was haunted! they’re suppose to disclose that shit!”

He rubbed his arm were the phone hit, “what do you mean haunted?! I’m not a ghost, you are!!”

you crossed the small distance to him. if you make skin to skin contact he will disappear, just make him disappear like the other ghosts. he backed into the wall at your sudden and determined advancement.

“go away!” you shouted as you slapped him, your hand making contacted with his cheek his eyes widening.

but he didn’t. he didn’t disappear.

you both stared at each other in shock.

a knock at the door made you both snap out of your daze.

you gathered yourself pushing the ghost-not-ghost-guy into the corner enough for you to open your bedroom door.

“aelin!!” you greeted nervously, your friend looking as good as ever with her gold dress, dark smokey eyes and pin straight blonde hair. she looked you up from head to toe, eyes squinting in suspicion.

“am i interrupting something?” she asked. crap, you forgot you were still in a towel.

“actually,” you cleared your throat, “I’m not feeling too well, sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I thought a shower would make me feel better but i feel worse so just go on without me. just text me if you need a ride or something,”

aelin lingered a bit trying to feel out what you were trying to hide, but resorted to taking your word for it, “okay no worries! i’m sure i’ll be fine, Hana is going too so don’t worry about my drunk ass!”

she laughed giving you a wink before skipping down the hallway to Hana’s room calling over her shoulder, “work on your lies! you still suck!”

rolling your eyes you shut the door and ended up face to face with the hot ghost again who was still rubbing his cheek.

“my name is han jisung, so stop calling me ghost.”

this was going to be a long night.

[brewed-pangolin]

Here. Have some cool headed Mason to finish up Super Soap Sunday

cw: usage of firearms

"Center down the sights. Keep both eyes open. And don't forget to breathe."

Mason's soothing direction calmed the subtle yet unsteady tension licking like fire through the fibers of your muscles. Index finger propped carefully along the trigger guard, remainder of your hand grasping firmly around the 9mm's rubber grip as you followed his command. Eyes focused through the sights and aligned with red circular target.

"How's my stance?" You ask, only the slightest shrill rolling off your tongue.

"Shoulders are good. But you need to square off your hips a bit."

Before you had a chance to adjust, Mason's hands landed on the sides of your waist to guide and maneuver the position of your posture.

The sudden feel of his chest against your back causing you to jolt beneath your skin. Feeling a puff of hot air from his lips as he humored your silent reaction.

"Easy, trigger. Remember what I told you."

"Focus on the finger."

"Exactly. Aiming comes with practice. First, you gotta train the finger."

He spoke with a cool headedness that you assumed was acquired through years of training and daily life in the field.

His fingers ghosted along the edge of your shirt as they meandered northward, rolling your shoulders back against him to relieve the growing strain in your posture.

"Ready when you are." He affirmed before pulling away, letting you regain focus as the coolness of his absence flowed under your skin.

"What's the first thing to look for?" He asked quizzically with an undertone of a smile.

"Make sure the safety's off." You replied quietly with a growing air of confidence.

"Good. Now breathe. Steady finger on the inhale."

Following his direction, you expand your chest for a cleansing breath as your finger effortlessly moves to rest on the metal curve of the trigger.

"Hold it. Center down the sights. Pull on the exhale."

As the air steadily left the cavern of your chest, a calmness flowed through the fibers of your skin as his voice guided the movement of your muscles. Pulling your finger back, feeling the vibrating mechanics beneath the pads of your fingertips as the trigger made connection and exploded the bullet through the chamber.

-

Omg, that last paragraph is so clunky. I can't describe action to save my life, but at least I'm trying.

And I'm now officially writing for Alex Mason. Goddamn.

@deadbranch @ohgeesoap @efingart @writeforfandoms

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[brewed-pangolin]

Have some more Soap x Mason for Super Soap Sunday

18+ Mildly NSFWish

Previous Interaction Here

You had completely lost track of time. Shift work taking its toll on your circadian rhythm to the point you had forgotten what day it was altogether.

Walking into the kitchen, back bent in exhaustion and a stride that was only just above zombie incarnate.

Opening the fridge, you eyed a Styrofoam box and flipped its top to spill the remnants of whatever days Chinese food into a bowl from the rack on the sink.

With a loud click, the door to the microwave swung open, and you were once again met with a familiar sight.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you muttered in restrained frustration. Rolling your eyes, stepping out of the kitchen to stand at the base of the staircase to fully release your starved irritation.

"Johnny! Get your goddamn fleshlight out of the microwave, you petulant celery stick fuck!"

"Eh, eh, eh...easy, hen. No need fer smearin' this early in th'mornin."

Turning on your heels to Soap's murmured voice from within the living room, you eyed his distinctive hawk as he peered his groggy blue stare over the back of the couch.

"S'ides. It ain't mine."

You parted your lips with a snarl, puffing your chest to expell another series of disgusted expletives. Only to be silenced as Mason came barreling down the staircase, pushing you aside as he swiftly plucked the pleasure device from the within the appliance.

"Sorry, love. Didn't think you'd be home til later," he said with a soft smile and an impish stare. Explaining his actions with ease and nonchalance that had your head spinning in confused disgruntlement.

"Are you just gonna stand there with your warmed up dick toy, Mason? Or can I eat my lo mein in peace?"

"I don't know. You want dinner and a show?"

A muffled gag erupted from within your throat at his provocative query. Tossing the left overs into the garbage, your appetite abruptly disappearing while making your way out of the kitchen.

"I'm moving out."

"Like hell you are, sweetheart." Mason replied while passing by and disappearing briskly up the staircase.

With a heavy sigh, you grabbed at your purse to make way up to heavenly seclusion.

"Eh, bonnie?" Soap called out, halting your ascension.

"What?"

"Ya like celery?"

Rolling your eyes, you turned to face him with a sardonic brow.

"Yeah. Sure. Why?"

Soap's eyes narrowed, shifting his gaze from you to the obvious tent in his sweatpants than back again.

"Got'a thick stock callin yer name, lass."

Your stomach folded in on itself at his decisive temptation, nearly bolting up the stairs. However the sudden tingling within your heat made you think otherwise.

Tossing your purse to the floor at the end of the stairs, you made your way down with a hungry glare. Joining Soap on the couch as he intended to feed a more carnal appetite.

-

The banter in this series is going to be epic. I'm so excited. Can't wait to get this AU finally started.

@deadbranch @ohgeesoap @efingart @writeforfandoms

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[brewed-pangolin]

More Soap x Mason because, oops, my fingers slipped...

Mason held your jaw in his hand while he slowly pushed his hardened cock inside your heat. Stifling your moans with a rapacious kiss, his hips descending and easily finding their place between the valley of your open legs.

"Sshh, gotta be quiet. Can't let him hear," he muttered with a strained bite into the humid canyon of your mouth.

Your lips quivered against his as you struggled to remain silent. The exquisite roll of his hips drawing a shaky breath from the depths of your chest as he stretched your walls with glorious intent.

"Mason."

"I know, baby. I know it's his night. But I fuckin needed ya," he proclaimed against your mouth in a crooning whisper.

Your bodies moving in a passionately restrained rhythm as Soap slept peacefully next to you. You arms and legs wrapping around him, quietly embracing him and his illustrious entanglement.

-

I'm making it canon that Mason has to hold your jaw while he's inside you. Makes it more intimate for him. Idk. I'm just rambling at this point...

@deadbranch @ohgeesoap @efingart @writeforfandoms

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[brewed-pangolin]

Have some Soap x Mason Roommates AU because I said so...

Clencheing your thighs against Soap's thick waist, you rolled your hips over him as his cock twitched deep inside the chasm of your greedy cunt.

Fingers running through the sweat covered hair of his chest, his hands clawing into the flesh of your hips as his pussy drunk eyes stared up in blissful adoration.

"Fuckin hell, lass. Insatiable little thing, aren't ya?"

A low growl of your name vibrated within the confines of his throat, muffled through his teeth as he guided you into a languid and euphoric rhythm.

Throwing your head back as the enormity of his girth steadily overwhelmed you. Attempting to release a moan, only to be silenced by a vice lice grip around your jaw as Mason swallowed your pleasure with his encapsulating and covetous mouth.

-

Unedited Soap x Mason mumbo jumbo

@deadbranch @efingcod @ohgeesoap @writeforfandoms

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[brewed-pangolin]

Oooohhhhh, should I make Roommates AU Soap drive a 4Runner????

(These two by the fire would be heaven, not gonna lie)

When you find a group of friends that mutually appreciate a character. One that's not just underrated, but forgotten. That's not just something special. That's campfire special. And I'm enjoying feeling the heat of this underestimated masterpiece.

@ohgeesoap @efingart @writeforfandoms campfire on the discord 🔥@deadbranch you're in here too 💛

[brewed-pangolin]

Pockets Full of Stones

A Call of Duty Roommates AU

MDNI 18+

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x f!Reader x Alex Mason

Series Masterlist

Synopsis: Your best friend and longtime roommate receives an unexpected promotion and is forced to move across the country. And in this economy, it leaves you scrambling for a new abode and equally new cohabitants. Thankfully for your sake, two broke lads are in desperate need of a third to complete their townhouse trio.

slow burn, epic amounts of banter, friends to lovers, little bits of angst sprinkled throughout, smut to come, eventual throuple

Snippets (No set timeline here. Just random thoughts)

Evening Attire *

Lazy Mornings *

Cool Headed Mason *

Slow Glide ***

Height Ratio ***

Stolen Need ***

Celery Stick **

Grocery List **

Chapter One * (Coming soon)

[shotmrmiller]

DISGUSTING!!! HOW DARE HERE WHEN IM RIGHT HERE!!!!

i want you to know i squealed at mason turning into a meat missile as he came to get his pocket pussy from the MICROWAVE OH MY GODDDDD

AND THAT ITS NOT THE FIRST TIME I WOULD PLACE A SHAME JAR ABOVE THE FRIDGE. a dollar every goddamn time i find a toy somewhere it's not supposed to be.

Have some more Soap x Mason for Super Soap Sunday

18+ Mildly NSFWish

Previous Interaction Here

You had completely lost track of time. Shift work taking its toll on your circadian rhythm to the point you had forgotten what day it was altogether.

Walking into the kitchen, back bent in exhaustion and a stride that was only just above zombie incarnate.

Opening the fridge, you eyed a Styrofoam box and flipped its top to spill the remnants of whatever days Chinese food into a bowl from the rack on the sink.

With a loud click, the door to the microwave swung open, and you were once again met with a familiar sight.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you muttered in restrained frustration. Rolling your eyes, stepping out of the kitchen to stand at the base of the staircase to fully release your starved irritation.

"Johnny! Get your goddamn fleshlight out of the microwave, you petulant celery stick fuck!"

"Eh, eh, eh...easy, hen. No need fer smearin' this early in th'mornin."

Turning on your heels to Soap's murmured voice from within the living room, you eyed his distinctive hawk as he peered his groggy blue stare over the back of the couch.

"S'ides. It ain't mine."

You parted your lips with a snarl, puffing your chest to expell another series of disgusted expletives. Only to be silenced as Mason came barreling down the staircase, pushing you aside as he swiftly plucked the pleasure device from the within the appliance.

"Sorry, love. Didn't think you'd be home til later," he said with a soft smile and an impish stare. Explaining his actions with ease and nonchalance that had your head spinning in confused disgruntlement.

"Are you just gonna stand there with your warmed up dick toy, Mason? Or can I eat my lo mein in peace?"

"I don't know. You want dinner and a show?"

A muffled gag erupted from within your throat at his provocative query. Tossing the left overs into the garbage, your appetite abruptly disappearing while making your way out of the kitchen.

"I'm moving out."

"Like hell you are, sweetheart." Mason replied while passing by and disappearing briskly up the staircase.

With a heavy sigh, you grabbed at your purse to make way up to heavenly seclusion.

"Eh, bonnie?" Soap called out, halting your ascension.

"What?"

"Ya like celery?"

Rolling your eyes, you turned to face him with a sardonic brow.

"Yeah. Sure. Why?"

Soap's eyes narrowed, shifting his gaze from you to the obvious tent in his sweatpants than back again.

"Got'a thick stock callin yer name, lass."

Your stomach folded in on itself at his decisive temptation, nearly bolting up the stairs. However the sudden tingling within your heat made you think otherwise.

Tossing your purse to the floor at the end of the stairs, you made your way down with a hungry glare. Joining Soap on the couch as he intended to feed a more carnal appetite.

-

The banter in this series is going to be epic. I'm so excited. Can't wait to get this AU finally started.

@deadbranch @ohgeesoap @efingart @writeforfandoms