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awake would only prove the fantasy made lucid sense by C0nfused_cactus99
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
03 Jun 2023
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Soap froze looking at the person in front of him.
He was broad, wearing all black, exposed hands, one holding his side as blood slowly trickled down and a balaclava with a skull print on it.
“Ghost?”
“Johnny” to anyone else his voice was monotone, but it wasn’t, in fact, it was far from it. Ghost's voice was far more gravely than it usually was, and spoken with a low rumble. Soap would say it was a pleasant sound if the man wasn’t actively bleeding and clearly exhausted.
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soap is on leave missing ghost, then ghost shows up at his door bleeding :)
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- Part 1 of maybe we'll be there when you want
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The smile splitting Neil’s face in two is a soft thing, gentle and wonderful and the most genuine the expression has ever felt settled into his mouth. “I think you like putting up with me”
“Shut up”
“Make me,” Neil tells him.
“Marry me,” Andrew replies.
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And the thing is, Soap doesn't usually have to try so hard to appear like nothing's wrong.
So when he's like this—quiet and withdrawn and plastering on a smile that might look real enough to anyone else—Ghost is worried. So he tries to help—fuck, he tries.
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- Part 8 of Any Time You Need Me
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I Want To Give It To You (I Want To Show You Some) by WhomstTheHell
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
15 Apr 2026
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It starts because of Aaron, like all Andrew's problems recently. And that's what Neil Josten is: a problem.
A problem with messy red hair that glows like flame under direct sunlight and soft freckles hiding under scars, and glacier blue eyes, who smiles when Andrew walks in rooms…
But anyway.
OR: Andrew meets Neil in a math class while pretending to be Aaron.
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- Part 2 of my aftg fics :)
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“Do you really think your art is that meaningless?” Neil asks him incredulously. “I chose them. You put them on me. They make me different from everybody else. They’re permanent. They make me feel-,” he almost laughs at himself as he says it, but doesn’t, “-Permanent.”
Andrew doesn’t reply. He flicks the end of his cigarette over the side of the roof. Neil watches it fall, then asks quietly, “If you think your work is worthless, why do you keep putting it on me?”
Andrew turns to face him. Their eyes meet, and Andrew says, “You’re interesting.” Before Neil can respond to this rather substantial admittance from Andrew, he keeps speaking. “Mildly. You’re 1% interesting, which is more than I can say for every other fool that steps foot in that shop.”
AU. Andrew is a tattoo artist. Neil is searching for something to make him permanent.