I Realized I Never Posted This One Here 🤠 I’m Really Proud Of How It Turned Out So Here You Go Hehe

Soap comes back to base after having teeth pulled and is not expecting Ghost to pounce the second he gets through the gate.

Ghost: "So where are they? I wanna see."

Soap: "What?"

Ghost: "The teeth. Gimme"

Soap: "I didn't... keep them?"

Ghost, upset: "They didn't let you?"

Soap, growing more confused by the second: "I didn't ask?"

Ghost: "You didn't- Johnny what the fuck?" 😟

Soap: "I was in a lot of pain, Lt., and still am, mind you-"

Ghost: "But... I woulda took 'em if you didn't want them."

Soap: "Ghost, my teeth were far from perfect, there's a reason they had to come out, not exactly great specime-"

Ghost: "THAT'S WHAT MAKES THEM SPECIAL!"

Soap: 😶

Ghost: "ONE OF A KIND!"

Gaz, who walked up in the middle of the conversation: "Think I've still got my baby teeth somewhere, you want 'em?"

Ghost, still distraught: "At least GAZ loves me."

Soap: "... my mouth hurts..."

Ghost on his leave as a caretaker of random kids that saw him and said "mhm, yep, that scary, scarred man is trustworthy and won't kidnap me"

(Based off Armache's story lmao)

Johnny just wants to see Simon happy😭♥️

(He's desperate dw)

— Frank Bidart, from "The War of Vaslav Nijinsky";

Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016

happy mermay! one sturgeon soap for you <3

I love butcher!Simon. I love weirdo!Simon. But I extra love weirdo!butcher!Simon. He's just so awkwardly precious.

Nothing is does is socially correct. Covered in blood some dates, following reader around with the cleaver before, during, and after they were together. The things he talks about, proudly referring to some cuts of meat by the animal's pet name ( "Joe's ribs were extra tender to cut into. Was a good clean cut, lots of blood though.")

But you're just smiles and sunshine, the whole "that's my man. Thank you to my man" sound. Anyone who was around to see the first kiss thought you were being attacked when they saw you being held against your will by this brute in the alley by his shop. Or, the first time reader and Simon had sex and the cops were called to your apartment cause your neighbors saw him enter your apartment and heard your cries later on. Somehow, even the proposal was strange. When you tell the story, you tell it with big grins and distant happy look, but the other couple you're on the double date with (Gaz and his bird maybe, or an old friend of reader's who was in town) are now anxiously watching the door and Simon, wondering how you could have ended up with this man.

It's true love.

c/w: somno, dub-con, blood, menstruation, period sex

I love the idea that butcher!simon’s wife is so super obsessed with him because he’s just such a strange guy. and she likes her men a little strange

everything he does is endearing to her, “funny” stories about how he comes home covered in blood and scares the everloving shit out of you. his blunt, uncomfortable humor always makes her giggle whilst everyone else looks on horrified

they just don’t understand how good he is to you :( he brings you a thick cut of of steak on the first day of your period and cooks it up proper for you. in exchange, however, you have you let him eat your pussy until his face is smeared with your blood.

or how he he makes you feel so safe and protected at night, wrapped you in those burly arms and squeezing you so tight. just don’t be upset when you wake up to your hand wrapped around his cock, his own hand forcing you to pump his shaft until he spills all over your fingers after only a few strokes :(

he’s just such a pathetic loser

babbler

price with reader who never got much attention as a kid/growing up??

very self indulgent but hear me out. price is a lover man. he takes his time for his partners, gives them what they need, even if he's busy. you on the other hand are simply used to being put aside, people only listening to you half heartedly, not looking at you and getting distracted when you talk, other things were always more important than you and you felt that. you got used to it, it's normal to you.

but when you're with price he's the total opposite. he looks at you intently when you talk (if not hes leaning his head towards you so he hears you better), putting things down when you ask him something - hes attentive. he listens. and its absolutely strange to you, it makes you feel flustered, kinda watched. at some point you ask him why hes looking at you like that, the tv running in the backround. he furrows his eyebrows at you, with a confused chuckle. "what do you mean, love?"

"you're starin' at me." you accuse him, your cheeks getting hot.

"you're talkin' to me. where else would I be looking?" he jokes with a soft chuckle, wondering what the hell you're on about.

"your show's on." you say, gesturing to the tv. he looks at you like youve got three heads.

"I'm listening to you, love."

I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

The very touch of you corrupts, when Castiel first laid a hand on you in hell, he was lost.

Ever since I pulled you out of hell, knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you, I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack. I cared about the whole world because of you. You changed me, Dean.

fyi i do not “crush” i experience violent, all-consuming devotion and yearning that leaves me physically ill

John reminds Nikolai of an ocean.

He'll make the comparison to dazzingly blue eyes but he keeps the truth tucked between two ribs, away from sight.

There are corpses in the midst, bloated and forgotten along the ocean floor. Occasionally, someone will toss a body over the side of the boat, and they'll join the cemetery of the nameless below.

Despite the calm of the water, something darker always lurks underneath, ready to drag an unsuspecting under it's depths. People see it's surface and make the assumption that safety is a given, approaching the tides with confidence. They're drowning is slow. Throat raw as they choke around the water that seems intent on finding a home in their lungs, eyes stinging as they thrash and fight a force that's godly in it's vigour.

He flows through life with a fluidity that is beyond practice. Places himself in front of a gun with smooth precision, the calm before the storm.

And at the echoing thunder of those he leads, he drags them off a cliff onto the rocks below. Backs broken, blood spilt and yet the water stays blue.

Above all, Nikolai opens his arms, and John floods his every sense.