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"soap is the bad bitch ghost pulled by being autistic" how does it feel to have the biggest brain on this entire website. enlightened take

i really wish i could claim genius but unfortunately it’s actually a reference to a meme 😭 absolutely still applicable to ghostsoap though LOL

#ask

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AU with art handler/curator soap and ghost, (secretly) an immortal with a suspiciously endless stream of antique art to donate just so that he can have the chance to speak with soap more.

ghost is torn for two reasons: one, because he actually likes a lot of the art; and two, he doesn’t want to risk getting too close, to inevitably get his heart broken when soap grows old and he doesn’t. but ghost’s stupid feelings, after being seemingly dormant for so long, have him constantly seeking out soap’s company anyway—even if it’s only in the form of business deals.

soap, on the other side of this, is wondering how rich ghost must be to own all of these antique pieces. he wonders how much he’s travelled, how much he knows to have curated such things. but ultimately, he, too, wonders if their friendlier-than-business-partners relationship could blossom into something more—even if he suspects that there’s more to ghost than meets the eye.

#happy ending soap ends up being immortal too? #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #alternate universe

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I like the trope of can dance vs can’t dance.

Soap who grew up going to church dances and private catholic school dances and balls, so he knows how to dance pretty much any kind of dance.

Ghost hadn’t ever been to even a school dance. He preferred wandering around doing dumb shit like fighting or chasing bugs or whatever it is teenage boys do. He doesn’t know how to dance, never bothered to learn, he doesn’t even know how to grind to music at a club.

John doesn’t care at first, really. Simon doesn’t mind him dancing with strangers as long as he wanders off when it gets too serious. Simon encourages it, even, because he knows how much John loves to dance.

He’s seen Simon try to dance. Simon’s awkward and embarrassed and stiff and after a few moments he runs away. The most he does is settle his hands on John’s hips and let John dance on him rather than join in.

And, John loves him, so it doesn’t matter.

And John loves it when he’s in the kitchen and dancing while he cooks or washes dishes, and Simon is watching him with that stupidly soft expression. “Come dance with me.”

“I cant dance,” Simon says softly. He leans against the counter, teacup gently held close to his chest. John just continues swaying, holding his arms out and wiggling his fingers. “There’s no music either.”

John does a spin and gathers Simon’s tea, setting it gently on the counter. Simon chuckles quietly. John pulls him away from the counter, settling Simon’s hands on his hips and wrapping arms around his neck to pull him closer. “It’s just swaying.”

Simon shakes his head a little, looking down at their feet and trying to keep the pace up. It’s adorable how Simon struggles to keep up the slow circling motion, the way his eyebrows scrunch together when he misses a step. John bites his lip to hide a giggle when Simon nearly trips. “Honey, it’s swaying.”

“It’s not my fault i have two left feet and horrible balance.” John gently grabs the hair at the back of Simon’s neck. “Fuckin’ dumb.”

John hums the beat of a song he doesn’t remember the words to. “Stop over thinkin’.” John moves a hand to his face and cups his cheek. “Look at me.”

Simon looks up from their feet. “I don’t wanna step on you.”

“You wont. And if you do it’s okay.”

Simon frowns. “I cant dance.”

“Just sway to the beat.” John hums a little louder, dramatically swaying with Simon. Simon’s frown flips into the upside-down smile he has when he’s mildly embarrassed or insecure about a particular thing.

“We’re gonna fall.”

“No we wont.”

John isn’t sure how long he hums the song, or how many times they almost fall from Simon tripping over his own feet, but it’s fine. The kitchen smells like lasagna in the oven, and Simon has started humming too.

They’ll have to take a dancing class for their wedding. John doesn’t mind.

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server soap who consistently racks up the biggest tips during his shifts, always knowing how to charm, flirt, say the right things. it’s even pretty common for him to receive at least one phone number every time he’s working, though he always discreetly tosses those once he’s out of sight.

not because he’s necessarily opposed to dating—it’s just that he’s got his eyes on a certain bartender.

ghost is gruff, quiet, awkward, and stupidly oblivious to soap’s advances. soap thinks he’s perfect. so he doesn’t really care if his flirting doesn’t get him anywhere, because at least ghost talks to him unlike with most of their other coworkers.

ok, soap cares a little bit. because god knows how much he wants to kiss ghost silly, how much he wants to hold him and sing praises and watch that endearing blush spread across ghost’s face. but even still—he could wait. he would wait, until ghost was comfortable enough for anything to come about.

but for the time being, soap will just pretend the eyes he often feels on his back mean anything of significance, and aren’t just ghost glaring at him for snagging drinks.

#favourite trope is suave charming soap going for loser ghost #soap is the bad bitch ghost pulled by being autistic #except he doesn’t realize it yet #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #alternate universe

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doodled them again

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ghost lets himself ask for nice things

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one of soap’s greatest accidental discoveries is the dark shade of red that colours ghost’s face when he blushes.

he doesn’t even particularly remember what he had said to elicit the reaction—only recalls the way the endearingly deep tint had even creeped past the edges of ghost’s balaclava before the lieutenant ducked his head and changed the topic.

as great as the initial discovery is, however, soap is left with questions. he wonders how far the blush goes. he wonders the exact pattern it stains ghost’s pale skin, wonders how warm ghost’s face grows beneath its prickle.

but with the discovery now made, it becomes his mission to see it as often as possible—and hopefully one day, make ghost blush with his face uncovered, just so that soap could map the colour along with freckles and beauty marks and commit every aspect of ghost—simon—to memory.

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap

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gotta keep your soap bundled up! 🧶🧣

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Putting them in suits seems to be my new obsession i fear. They’re dancing to “Jim Reeves - Welcome to My World” btw

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orca!ghost + leopard seal!soap

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haha wow guys…. can’t believe you’re making me write a part two of this…… haha ok if you insist….

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the sting of soap’s disappointment following the most recent assassination attempt is shortly resolved when only a week later, as he reads in the candlelight, he feels the cool press of a blade gentle against his throat.

he’s smiling before he can stop himself. there could only be one person silent enough to manage such a trick.

“back so soon?” he asks the shadow. he closes his book, careful to keep still. the blade wasn’t meant to hurt unless he moved.

a low hum. “thought i might catch you off guard the second time.”

“sorry to disappoint.” soap feels the pressure disappear, and slumps back in his seat. he lolls his head back to peer up at the assassin, who looms over him, staring with that same dark, piercing gaze.

“don’t worry,” the assassin consoles. “you could never disappoint, your majesty.”

soap laughs. “isn’t it too early to be making assumptions like that? we’ve hardly met.”

a gloved hand, still partially curves around the hilt of a blade, draws a line across soap’s jaw. a gentle caress, met by the bitter kiss of cold steel as his assassin shifts his hold.

“that’s all i need,” the assassin teases. “you’re an easy read.”

soap scoffs, letting his head fall back forward. the assassin makes his steps audible as he backs away.

“well, at least give me a name before you disappear again,” he pleads. “so i know whose title might leave my lips when you inevitably succeed.”

a pensive silence, consideration that soap should not be allowing such a man.

“ghost,” he finally offers.

“ghost,” soap echoes, almost wistfully. he isn’t surprised, when he turns in his chair and sees that ghost is gone yet again.

soap sighs, though his disappointment this time is brief. a second visit is no coincidence—something tells him ghost would most certainly return.

and the prince already finds himself anticipating that very moment.

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap #alternate universe

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It really is a shame that Ghost so rarely takes his mask off outside, because he’s made to be seen in the sun, Soap thinks. Privately, quietly.

It’s not his fault Simon has cheekbones like he was sculpted by a loving god. A nose with a broken bump that catches the light just so. Eyelashes that fan over his cheeks as he squints a little from the brightness.

That one’s a particular shame, because his eyes can look red midday, and amber right at dusk; but when he squints he gets this little furrow in his brow. That’s compensation enough for hiding those eyes, since Soap isn’t normally deprived of them.

Sun makes him look healthier, puts some color in his pale cheeks. Soap would bet money that he’d freckle given the time. He’s comforted some by the soft moles speckled on his face, but that’s another kind of torment.

Anytime he sees a hint of them—or really, one particular mark right at the corner of Ghost’s jaw—he wants to reach out and graze them. Feel the blood in his skin, under his own two palms.

Soap resigns himself to looking, and occasionally sketching. It makes him itch for color. He wants to capture it Ghost, in his golden, healthy, human glory.

Maybe it’s better though, to stay in grayscale. ‘Makes the real sight that much more precious.

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soapghost circus au

ghost’s an extreme motorcycle stunt performer - globe of death, riding on his back wheel along tightropes, that sort of thing

soap’s a fire breather/dancer. he’s a roaming performer; he just finds empty spaces or bored people and starts twirling

he pretends not to notice the way he always wanders towards a certain tent every night to watch a certain masked daredevil defy gravity. he thinks he's slick and that ghost won't notice him in the crowd, completely forgetting that he's carrying something that happens to be on fire

ghost couldn't miss him if he tried

one day off, soap's trialing fire whips; he loves the loud crack and the way the flame licks through the air and maybe he's a little too impatient to practice with non flaming whips first, even though he's never used one before

he's covered in soot and fine welts where the tip of the whip keeps flicking back up at him, cutting through his shirt and stinging his skin but he doesn't let that stop him. it starts to stick to him, damp with sweat and blood and he's quick to strip it off; throwing it to the side to keep practicing

when soap finally gets a few good cracks in a row and breaks to celebrate, he almost jumps out of his skin when he sees the masked rider leaning against a trailer watching him

of all the times he's wanted ghost to talk to him, this is not one of them

he wanted to impress him, dance for him with his flaming batons and be mesmerised by his fluidity and skill

not catch him filthy and struggling with something as basic as a whip

he's ready for ghost to ream him out for not having control over the whip - he's known throughout the circuit for expecting utter perfection in his routines - but when ghost finally does speak, it's only to ask if he's done for the day

soap falters for a moment. he wanted to get some consistency with the whip before he stopped, but he's starting to feel the hours of practice; muscles aching and skin blistered with minor burns

he says he is and ghost pushes off the trailer, nodding his head to make soap follow. he brings him back to his trailer and tells him to clean up then takes out his personal med kit to treat the grazes on soap's skin

soap's shocked; for all that he loves to watch ghost perform, they've never really talked before

part of why he joined the circus was so he wouldn't be a burden on anyone, the oldest in a family with too many mouths to feed and not even time to nurture, and here he is taking up ghost's valuable practice time be he wasn't good enough to handle his own discipline. he tries to brush him off, downplaying the burns and tries to leave before half them can be treated but ghost just glares and orders him to sit back down

ghost does expect perfection from himself but it isn’t out of any malice or ego; it's bc he knows if he isn't perfect, he could very easily die. he’s picked a dangerous profession and he gives it the respect it deserves. there isn't any shame in being a novice or failing at something; he thinks there's a lot of beauty in having the courage to get back up again and again

so every day he watches soap practice and bullies him into his trailer to put him back together bc he knows he won't do it by himself

and every night soap wanders over to ghost's section of the fair grounds, in awe of his skill and wishing he could be worthy of the care he gives him

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Kitty soap rubbing himself on everyones legs leaving fur behind on their pants?

another menace joined the chat

affectionate lil kitty

Also kitty!Soap almost never leaves Ghost so expect to see his fur on Ghost 24/7

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rough week

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i can’t find that reverse trope list but no one being convinced that ghost and soap are dating

the fact is just… beyond them. they flirt all the time, they’re always in close proximity, honestly they’ve possibly even kissed in public despite rules in fraternization—yet no one believes they’re dating. not even price or gaz.

apparently they seem “incompatible”—whatever that’s supposed to mean.

soap jokes that the ghost must be incapable as such a thing as romantic relationships. ghost jokes that they must be too straight.

but whatever. if it helps them to stay out of trouble in the long run, then what the hell. even if it’ll take a lot of convincing that they’ve been dating by the time a wedding inevitably rolls around.

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #ghoap

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