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  1. Public Bookmark 25

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    “Fuck—“ there’s a squeeze to his cock, then, a kiss to the corner of his mouth, a lick to his lower lip that makes his jaw go lax. He makes space for Johnny's tongue to explore his mouth, as if he weren’t familiar with every nook and edge of teeth, letting it fill his mouth along with his thumb.

    Eventually, Soap draws out his fingers to cup his face, leaving a wet smear of saliva up his jaw. The kiss slows down, the drag of teeth turning occasional and almost tender, a wet glide of lips on lips.

    “Simon.” Soap’s knee presses up to nudge his legs open. His mouth is still brushing his, still sharing the same air. “Let me take care of you.”

     

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    Ghost is what the world made of him: an efficient survivor, light on his feet and heavy with his hits, borderline invincible.
     

    Soap wants Simon.

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    29 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 81

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    Simon 'Ghost' Riley was fine.

    At least, that's what he kept telling himself. Besides, the long sleeves were nothing new—Johnny liked to tease him for having the body temperature of a corpse, and he'd always preferred the extra layer anyway. If anyone noticed he'd added his usual skeleton gloves to his off-duty rotation, well… at least they were smart enough to keep their mouths shut.

    Nothing had really changed. He still wore the mask, still kept to himself, still preferred to watch versus talk—

    —and he checked his arm every morning the second he woke up, and every night right before he went to sleep.

    — 🌻 —

    or: what if hanahaki bloomed on your skin instead of in your lungs?

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    29 Jul 2026

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    “Out,” Ghost snarled – too harsh, he knew, but he didn’t care in the moment.

    “I’m- I’m so sorry, fuck-”

    Out, get the fuck out,” he snapped again, jabbing a finger in the direction of the door for emphasis.

    John only hesitated for another second, his face turning red and obviously mortified, before he seemed to hunch in on himself and scurry towards the door.

    He let himself out without another word, leaving Ghost in blissful silence again – finally.

     

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    Ghost moves into a new space of his own to set up his tattoo parlor, and things... don't go as planned.

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    27 Jul 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 73

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    Don't feed the wildlife and certainly don't try to make friends with it, the rules say. Yet here MacTavish is, trying to get closer to the gorgeous creature hiding in the sea.

    A creature that is staring right back at him, and seems just as curious about MacTavish in turn.
     

    or: big mers with big cocks? no! small mers with proportionally small cunts!

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    24 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 51

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    Now, Soap's got a healthy amount of superstition, as much as the next guy. He taps twice on the spines of his sketchbooks before opening and closing them. Wrenches his door handle up whenever he enters his room even though that does nothing to lock it, just because back in his childhood home the front door would stick and that was the only way to make sure it was properly shut before the deadbolt would work.

    He offers a mindless, habitual prayer whenever they pass by a roadside memorial. Taps his glass once on the table before drinking when on a night out, whenever he's drinking from something made of glass.

    Little things. Simple things he barely thinks about, and no one calls him out on in his team. Just another Soap-quirk, one of thousands of little rituals that every man who risks his life on the daily would do if they thought it would put Lady Luck on their side and let them see another sunrise.

    But this…thing. This thing has no explanation. No little ritual to make him stop seeing it. It keeps its distance but in that way a haunted doll in films does - with the implicit knowledge that it will get closer, it will move.

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    22 Jul 2026