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soap mactavish on a run call that jognny

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Gaz being Gaz

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I love it when I get 5 notifs from the same person, especially on one of the series. Like yes, I'm going to be making more SPECIFICALLY for you.

Anyways here's some Childhood Friend! Soap.

No NSFW under the cut, but slight angst and daddy issues.

I imagine Johnny grew up in a very religious home, catholic or Christian, doesn't matter much, you can decide. But also very traditional. his ma and pa have a very stereotypical marriage, she cooks, cleans, bathes the little ones, takes them to school, the park, buys them their clothes, all that, while his father works and provides, handling the 'Man's' tasks like fixing a facet or building a shed, (Which he taught Johnny how to do aswell.)

I imagine he's the youngest, three girls before him. His father refused to stop until he had a boy, and practically praised the Lord when he finally came. of course he loves his daughters, scaring off their boyfriends when they're old enough, but he needed someone who, in his words, "Could handle the manly work when I ain't around."

So naturally Johnny was held to higher expectations. got him into sports the minute he could run, his favorite was soccer (football, for ya fucking Brits). He taught Johnny how to be a handy man, holding the flashlight for his dad and teaching him which tools fixed what. and heaven fucking forbid he caught him playing dress up with his sisters, wiping that makeup off his face with a bar of soap before sticking it in his mouth, reprimanded him with a "this'll remind ya of yer place, huh boy?" Johnny quickly learned what and what not to do infront of his father, and did everything in his power to stay his pa's golden child.

So imagine the horror when His pa caught him sneaking around with the creepo 'devil child' from church. kicking Kid! reader out of the house before screaming his head off, Johnny honestly thought he was going to pop a vein.

His Ma wasn't there to defend him, off shopping with the girls, so it's no suprise he ended up out in the snow, a nasty bruise on his cheek and no shoes on his feet.

What is surprising is that Reader's father was the one who opened the door when Johnny knocked. (the same drunk who ushered him upstairs and out of his face the first time they met.) and hurried him into the house so Reader's mom could put a bag of frozen peas on his cheek and wrap a warm blanket around his shoulders.

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I like to think that when Simon eventually settles down, he marries a slightly strange, mildly autistic super genius who's known for just sort of knowing everything. They're the one person forced to sit out in pub quizzes and asked how to word or spell things correctly when the guys are writing work emails. Their whole thing is knowing something about everything.

Or, most things, at least.

Simon soon learns, that whilst his spouse is killer at trivia and knowing stuff, that's about as good as it gets.

"How do I write a cheque?" Leaves him literally baffled, perhaps even more than the one time they'd revealed to him that they didn't know how online banking worked.

"It tells you - on the paper."

"Yeah but - I don't know my bank details." They respond to his incredulity like an adult not knowing their own bank details is the most natural thing in the world.

"What do - how do you get paid without knowing that?"

"My dad set it up for me - I just figured the money goes in every month."

The sudden realisation that his partner is deadly serious hits Simon like a truck. If they don't even know how to access their bank, how have they done taxes and paid off their credit cards?

"And when the money goes out - like, say, when you pay your taxes?" He questions with anxious patience, sitting opposite them at the kitchen table.

"I thought you paid our taxes."

"But I thought you paid them. That's been like your one job since we got married."

He signs them up for one of those old people online banking courses like a week later.

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Animatic is finished! :D Thought this audio fit them well, so I had to animate it (gotta love the Soap has ADHD headcanon)

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Ghoap hybrid AU number 2048

Them but Soap is a pesky fox who keeps stealing chickens, and Ghost is a big highland cow who keeps catching him.

Posting more WIP stuff on my bsky, please follow if you wanna see extra stuff :D

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Currently thinking about best friend/roommate Soap.

Characters: best friend/roommate!Soap, Gaz, Gender neutral Reader.  CW: sexual themes, profanity, snark, sarcasm, childish name-calling, immaturity, bickering, overly-long sentences, a general disdain for grammatical rules, butchering of the Scottish language and slang. PG-13 at best.  Word Count: 891

Johnny gets plenty of action, of course; he’s an attractive guy.  Lots of fun.

Not that you care. Pointedly. 

He's just letting his latest fuck buddy out of the apartment when he notices you sitting on the living room sofa, a mug of hot coffee in your hands. 

"Och, didn't see ye there, chum." 

Of course he didn't. "No worries, Johnny. Have a good night?"

"Had an excellent night," he says as he drops onto the couch next to you, looking quite pleased with himself.  You can tell that he wants you to ask.  He is practically vibrating with the need to brag, waiting to tell you all about his sexcapades, but you leave him hanging in anticipatory gloating mode because, quite frankly, the walls are thin, and his partner was LOUD AS FUCK.  (As per usual.)  Because of them, you were kept up most of the night and are cranky, something Johnny seems to notice with a small twinkle in his eye because he's an annoying bastard.

"Cool," you deadpan, taking a sip of your coffee.

Johnny purses his lips when he realizes that that’s the end of the exchange.  “Someone’s a wee bit crabbit today.”  Then he pauses, that infuriating spark of mischief coming back into his baby blues.  “Ah ken why.”

You level a look at him which you hope, deep down, incinerates his balls, but he just laughs, throwing an arm over your shoulder.  For whatever reason, being touchy-feely with you straight after fucking all night was always high on Johnny’s list the morning after.  He’d been like this for ages, but you could never quite figure out why.  “Yeah?  Enlighten me, since you obviously know everything.”

“Ye get all jealous when I invite people home, don't ye?” he teases. “Maybe it bothers ye when ye know that they're in my room, having a good time while ye're alone in yours…”

“I didn’t realize this was a competition, Johnny.”  You probably should have.  “But since you’re so concerned for my wellbeing, I can assure you that I'm just fine, thanks,” you say with a pleasant smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Sure ye are,” he says.  “I mean... I'm nae calling ye lonely or anythin’," he says, shifting and squeezing your shoulder a little bit.  "But maybe, ye want what they're gettin, hm?"

“I'm not lonely,” you say, ignoring the rest of his bullshittery.  Standing up and draining the rest of your coffee  — you’re not escaping, you’re just getting some space, that’s all — you head into the adjoining kitchen to wash your mug.  “Your friend says ‘hi’ by the way,” you call over your shoulder.

He rolls his eyes, leaning back against the sofa. "Yeah? Which one? I've had a lot come through lately," he says with a laugh.

“Not one of your ‘night friends’,” you retort, “One of your work friends.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly taken off guard. "Really? One of my military pals came by? Who?"

“Kyle,” you say, trying to think of his nickname, but failing.  You opt for his last name instead.  “Kyle Garrick.  And he didn’t come by, we’ve been texting.”

"Gaz?? You've been talking to Gaz?" He asks in surprise, making a face you want to slap. "Really? Damn, I didn't think he'd be interested in talkin' to you."

Your eyebrows threaten to launch into orbit as you face your soon-to-be-dearly-departed best friend.  “Excuse you?  Why not?”

He shrugs, leaning back against the couch and stretching. "He's a bit of a…" Sweetheart?  Gentleman?  Absolutely gorgeous?  Sex on two legs?  After watching him struggle to come up with literally anything bad to say about Kyle, he gives up, settling instead for, “Just surprised he'd talk to you, Tattie."

You glare.  Of course he’d pull out that old nickname at a time like this.  “I thought I told you to stop calling me that.”

The smirk he wields at you is rage-inducing.  “Aw, but the potato is such a noble food.”

“Yes, that’s exactly why you decided to start calling me that way back when: because I’m so noble.”

He hums, that delighted gleam in his eyes saying he loves getting a rise out of you.  "So, when did this start?” he asks with a little too much nonchalance.  “And what have youse been talkin' about anyway?”

“A couple of weeks ago and none of your business, Mr. Bubble.”

As you take a jab at his precious callsign, his smile squashes into flattened lips, and internally, you feel vindicated.

“He wants to take me out,” you say as a peace offering.

“What, with his rifle?” he chuckles.

You smile sweetly.  “If he’s lucky.”  Watching the myriad of emotions play across his features, you continue, “He’s taking me out on a date.  Going out for a nice Sunday brunch.  Said he wants to get to know me better.”  

Once again, an insulting level of surprise lights Johnny’s face at your words.  “A date?” he asks, dumbfounded.  Rude, really.  “You and Gaz… on a date.”

“Congratulations, you’ve passed your hearing test.”  You check the time, realizing that you don’t have much left before Kyle gets there.  “Shit, I have to get ready.  Can't talk now, gotta shower!”

You disappear down the hall, completely missing Johnny's look of dismay as you lock yourself in the bathroom to get ready for brunch.

author's note: is this a fanfic, or a drabble? part 2 will be from johnny's pov. thanks for reading!

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Gaz: You think snakes can roll their Rs? I mean, look how their tongues move

Soap: Like Alejandro?

Ghost: He's a snake, confirmed

(Meanwhile in Mexico)

Alejandro, waking up from a dead sleep: Someone's talking shit

Rudy, next to him half asleep: Qué?

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This shit was supposed to be one on Halloween, and now I just stare at my stupid idea longingly..

Maybe I will finish it, only the gnome in my closet knows

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SAY GOOD MORNING TO OUR TROOPS

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Cat and dog boyfriends

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Dexter art I never thought to post ? Idk🐶🐶🐶

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