Loud. Daft. Charming in the way a lit match is charmingβ
Bright, warm, and a little too chaotic for anyoneβs long-term safety.
He flirted, he joked, he ran headfirst into danger with the grin of a man whoβd never truly been afraid.
And Price, Ghost, Gaz, they all figured they knew him better than anyone.
But even legends keep small, human secrets.
Soapβs secret lived in a cottage tucked against the Scottish coastline, where the hills rolled like sleeping beasts and the sea wind carried the smell of salt and heather.
The cottage was small, weathered by storms, with lavender lining the stone path and a stubborn chimney that always seemed to sigh white smoke into the air.
Inside lived the person heβd married in quiet.
You were everything Soap wasnβtβ
Soft where he was sharp, plush and warm skin and eyes that could gentle a storm.
You had a laugh that filled a room and hands that could coax beauty from anything they touched.
And you loved him. Madly. Fiercely.
And without question.
Which was exactly why almost no one on earth knew you existed.
The team never questioned why Soap always volunteered for Scotland-based leave.
Why he never brought dates, or never committed to the women who were more than willing to try and tame him.
Ghost teased him once, βWhatβre you hiding, Johnny?β
Soap only smirked. βWouldnβt you like to know?β
Ghost rolled his eyes and walked away, assuming the sergeant was just being a menace.
Price assumed it was restlessness.
Gaz assumed it was family.
None of them assumed it was a marriage license tucked inside a drawer beneath a pile of your sweaters that smelled like vanilla and the faintest hint of the soaps you made yourself.
When Soap reached the cottage door, the entire world always seemed to fall away.
Heβd enter and youβd be there, apron dusted with flour, figure wrapped in soft cotton, smile splitting your face like sunrise.
βJohnny!β Youβd exclaim, dropping whatever you were holding to rush toward him.
And his arms would fold around you effortlessly, as though built for your shape alone.
God, he adored you.
Adored the softness of you, the way your body fit to his broad frame like you were meant for him.
Adored the warmth you brought into his cold world.
Adored the way you kissed him like you werenβt afraid of anythingβ
Even though he knew full well you were terrified every time he stepped out on a mission.
βMissed you,β heβd whisper into your hair.
βYou always do,β youβd tease, but your voice trembled with relief.
Here, he was not Sergeant MacTavish. Not demolition expert. Not 141.
Here, he was simply your husband.
The one who fixed the roof. The one who cooked breakfast terribly. The one who kept you warm at night, his calloused hand splayed over your hip like he couldnβt bear to let go even while asleep.
When the mission finally ended, Soap made the trip home half-dead from exhaustion and full of desperation.
He opened the cottage door quietly, as though afraid you might vanish like a dreamβ
And he held you like the world had been trying to take you away.
Your hands explored his face, his arms, his chest, checking for wounds, checking he was whole.
When you kissed him, it was trembling and grateful and full of every fear you hadnβt spoken into the empty nights.
βDonβt scare me like that again,β you whispered.
βIβll try,β he whispered back, because he could never promise more than that.
You forgave him with a softness he didnβt deserve, curling into him on the sofa, his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat like a man who needed it more than air.
They didnβt know your laugh, or the warmth of your embrace, or the way you could quiet Soapβs fury with a single look.
They didnβt know the way he breathed easier when he saw you, or the way he held you as though you were the only thing in the world that made him human.
They only knew that sometimes Soap returned from leave with a peace around him that no amount of war could break.
And Soap?
He knew that as long as you stayed safe, tucked away in their quiet cottage, wrapped in softness and safety, he could face anything.
Because the world could take scars from him. Could take sleep, blood, pain.
But it would never take you.
Not while he still drew breath.
Secret spouse reader but make it soap instead of price/ghost >:)
Does this count as angst because this is how I felt writing this:
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Imagine youβre a young demon prince who knows youβre going to one day become the king of your territory. Ever since your uncle (who you loved dearly) tried to off you, youβve never trusted anyone else ever again. Everyone is out to get you, and you can never let your guard down or youβll be hurt, or worse, disappointed.
You grow older and one random day you kill some random humans. However, one of them somehow survives and latches onto you, like a pathetic insect and begs you for mercy.
You allow him to live, because someone as weak and useless as him is too hilarious to even bother with. You faint from injuries.
He couldβve killed you. But he doesnβt.
He saves your life. Multiple times.
You wait for him to let you down, to betray you.
He never does.
You grow to become fond of him. And worse of all, you trust him. Because heβs the only one in your life that has earned it.
And then he tells you heβs leaving.
Against all odds, he has the audacity to NOT leave you behind to die and instead, saves your icy, useless butt again. And THEN leaves.
You donβt understand. You donβt understand this strange human, and you most likely never will.
But you know that you need him. You need him more than youβve ever needed anyone.
You do everything you can to find him.
Once you do, youβll do anything to make sure he stays this time.
never would you have thought βhelping outβ with your boyfriend stepping out of his comfort zone would backfire on you so drastically. news reports, podcasts, tiktok edits, fan girling, billboards, it was all driving you insane. all because your boyfriendβs dumb under amour athletic wear ad broke the internet.
it was completely absurd. his video was more popular than the chocolate-covered strawberries video on tiktok. at first, when you saw him on the biggest billboard in japan, you were excited for him. but then the attention only led to obsession, stalking, and audacity.
you liked the advertisement at firstβtruly you did. you would always find yourself giggling at the βcongratulationsβ¦annabelle, get themβ or βGod, i see what you do for othersβ comments you would get whenever you posted you and shoto together. but after that fiendish modeling gig, it quickly lead to βshe doesnβt even deserve himβ or βi could treat him way betterβ and it got under your skin so profoundly, because who the fuck did they think they were?
yes, he may have gone viral, but for all the wrong reasons. the fan girling was too extra, too lustful, too thirsty, too messy, too disrespectful, just too fucking much. you pressed βuninterestedβ to every edit with his athletic wear, you reported peopleβs vile comments, and you even had to limit your comments on your own social media accounts because the only thing people were commenting on was about shoto.
you tried to ignore the situation as much as a humanly sane person could, but you couldnβt last long knowing you were a jealous person. you didnβt know why, you just were. your boyfriend never gave you any reason to be jealous. in fact, he found it funny whenever you were jealous due to the fact he never showed any other women attention, ever. but i guess thatβs the delirious price you have to pay for dating an insanely attractive man.
even if you tried to run from itβwhich youβve tried many, many times, you couldnβt. it was everywhere; shoto wearing a black compression under armour shirt with matching joggers. his biceps were practically bursting out of the shirt and the joggers were what felt like purposely trying to expose the tent in his pants. couldnβt they have made him wear any else pants?
along with the ad, came with him modeling for the specific clothing. there were many slides of him posing for the clothes. one of them was an unexpected photo of him wiping his face with his shirt, capturing his exposed tight abs and him looking into the camera, all at the perfect timing.
the stupid fucking photo only came from the small snippet of him drinking water, and the water trickling down his fierce adamβs apple, and he just had to wipe his mouth with his shirt. and that is what especially made people go crazy. over that? unbelievable!
you laid on your shared bed while you continuously switched from the under amour website, to tiktok, to twitter, to instagram, and repeated that for the last hour. every time you refreshed the under amour website, the view count in the corner of the page increased every second. βSHOTO TODOROKIβ ended up being the most commonly searched prompt on all social media platforms with hashtags of his name trending everywhere.
you scrolled through countless edits. there was not one edit that you came across that didnβt have more than 100,000 views on it. not only that, your phone was blowing up since you had your boyfriendβs instagram account logged into your phone. he gained 500,000 followers in a span of 48 hours and almost 1,000 new messages requests. you off-loaded all your social media apps because if you had gotten one more notification from anything regarding shoto you were going to lose your mind.
you scoffed and slammed your computer shut and tossed your phone over to the other side of the bedβonly to have to grab it seconds later when you got a text from your boyfriend.
myloveβ€οΈ
i just left my motherβs house. iβm on my way to you now.
you thumbs upβd the message and turned your phone right back off. you knew it was wrong to be mad at him, especially since you were the reason why heβs now on the front cover of the under armour website, but you didnβt think it would go this far. you thought it was just be a silly little fun gig to do, i mean it wouldnβt kill him to live a little.
you jumped out of bed, grumpy and moody, but still going to the kitchen to cook the food you planned to make for both of you. did he deserve to be fed though? actually, yes, but you wanted to tell yourself no so desperately.
you werenβt mad about the fact that heβs a fan girling sensation currently, but because you're the reason heβs a fan girling sensation. you couldnβt put the blame on shoto even if you tried. it was all your fault. maybe he knew this was going to happen. maybe thatβs why he denied it the first time you brought up the idea to him.
you opened the refrigerator and grabbed all the ingredients to make the chicken-fried rice that leaves your boyfriend asking for secondsβthirdsβhell, even giving some to his mom when he goes and visits her.
you started to cook the rice first and chop up the chives. you hated how you felt at that current moment, ugly and bitter. you didnβt like the feeling of being mad at someone you shouldnβt, but why did it bother you so much? why does everyone have to obsess over your boyfriend? why canβt people take the hint youβre his and forever will be?
being caught up in your thoughts caused you to knick yourself with the knife, letting out a sharp, agitating grumble in your throat. you held onto your hand and quickly ran your finger under the faucet water. a warm tear streamed down your face. you placed your head down as you sniffled away your tears. youβd hate to admit it, but you were a complete wreck right now.
just imagining the thought of βshotosrightbicepβ or βtodorokisbabymamaβ possibly being a better girlfriend for shoto that you sent you off edge. what if they could make chicken-fried rice better than you could, or could massage his back better than you could, or even wash his hair for him better than you?
your head rose up and eyes darted towards the door when you heard keys jingling outside the door. you quickly wiped your tears and turned off the running faucet.
when he opened the door, he closed it back up and locked it while neatly lining his shoes up with yours. βhi babe, how was your day?β he asked, his back turned away from your saddened expression.
you cleared your throat before you spoke, trying to disperse your teary eyes by wiping your eyes with the fabric of your shirt. βitβs going well.β
he walked closer to you, walking around the island counter and waiting till you finished drying your hands to give you a hug. you could sense him waiting for the hug, so you slowed down your movements to grab the paper towels and dry your hands.
thatβs when he grabbed your hand softly and pulled you in for a warm embracing hug, a hug that he could obviously tell you needed, but wasnβt going to engage in. βyouβre upset.β
those two words made your heart drop for some reason. he could always tell when you were upset, even if you didnβt say itβyou sure showed it. βiβm fine,β your throat betrayed you enviously. talking felt like someone was kicking sand down your throat.
he grabbed your hand and took you to the couch. he sat down first before his hands led you to sit on his lap, his arms snaking around your waist and caressing your back.
βwhatβs wrong, baby?β his voice was gruff but filled with care.
you looked up at him for a second, then looked away, contemplating whether to just give him the lousy βiβm fineβ bullshit, or actually tell him what was wrong.
βitβs the stupid under armour adβ¦β you mumbled while looking down in embarrassment.
he turned his head slightly, his eyebrows furrowed. βwhatβs wrong with the ad? i thought you liked it. just yesterday you were showing me the videos people were making about me.β
βi was, but now everyone is fan girling over you and saying theyβre better than me, and itβs just so annoying.β your voice cracks, a lump swarming in your throat.
βthose people are probably little kids. donβt let them get to you love.β he gave you a small kiss on your forehead and pulled you in for a hug.
you fell into the hug, re-thinking about everything. yeah, maybe they were just a bunch of little kids commenting. and even if they were adults, they wouldnβt have a chance in the long run.
βi guess i was doing a little too muchβ¦β you sighed.
βyeah,β he subconsciously agreed, and for some reason, that made your face scrunch.
you pulled back instantly, βso you think iβm doing too much?β your voice snapped at him.
his eyes widened slightly when he realized what he agreed with. βwell, noβi was just agreeing with your statement is all,β he quickly explained to himself.
you got off his lap and returned into the kitchen, even more upset at how easily he let you leave his grip. youβre angry, all for nothing. you just want a reason to be mad, but at the same time, the only thing you really wanted was a one-up on him. he sighed before he got up and followed you to the kitchen again. he leaned himself against the counter while you were in front of him. he was about to say something until you turned around to face him.
βoh and just to let you know, the guy who went to shiketsu high school, inasa yoarashi, just followed me on instagram! texting all about how he can be a βtrue man,ββ you bragged in a bratty tone, feeling evil and childish all at the same time.
you only said it to make him mad, and it worked. the softness in his eyes fell quickly. shotoβs jaw immediately clenched, his eyebrows furrowing, and his eyes narrowing into a fierce glare that made your stomach drop.
you both knew that comment was way below the belt. you could feel the jealousy, but it didnβt feel as good as you imagined it. shoto has hated that guy since high school, and his hatred only conjoined further when a month ago, he was on an interview saying how you needed a βreal manβ to take care of you after you were injured from a villain attack.
and you being attacked was shotoβs biggest nightmare that came to life. he wasnβt able to be there to save you, and he never forgave himself for it till this day. it was unexpected. nobody wouldβve thought a villain would be inside a grocery store. that day, you left with a broken arm and a cut under your right eye, along with five other people injured.
his eyes nearly twitched, the twitch that only comes about when he finds himself about to say something his negligent father wouldβve patted him on the back for.
βthat was too far y/n.β his voice was low and sharpβso sharp his words could cut you in half, and it did. βitβs not my fault people are commenting stupid shit all the time. i didnβt want to do the ad in the first place, so for you to be mad at me and throw something in my face like that was just relentless.β
he ran a hand through his hair, eyes flicking away from yours like he couldnβt even look at you. βyou know how hard iβve been trying to forgive myself for what happened to you. you know that, so why would you throw it in my face like that?β
the silence that followed wasnβt empty, it was loud with regret, anger, and the kind of pain that doesnβt leave easily.
your throat tightened.
to him, you said it like you meant it, like telling him that had been something sitting on your tongue just waiting to be spoken at the right moment. βi didnβt mean it like that,β you spoke quietly, but it sounded pathetic even to you. βi was mad, and iβi donβt know, i just said it, i wasnβt thinking.β
he didnβt say anything. didnβt look at you either.
you took a shaky breath, trying to calm the storm rising in your chest. βi know youβve been trying. iβve seen it, and iβm sorry i made it seem like that wasnβt enough. but you hurt me too, and i didnβt know how else to get through to you.β
finally, his eyes met yours, and they werenβt angry anymore, just disappointed. βso we just hurt each other now? thatβs what this is?β
your heart cracked along with your voice. βno,β you muttered. βthatβs not what i want, but maybe i didnβt know how to ask for what i do want.β
βso what do you want?β he asked, his eyes filled with a quiet ache, the kind that sits just behind clenched teethβhurt flickering beneath the surface, love still tethered to him even as your words echoed like a bruise.
you looked down and shrugged, regret eating you up inside. βi-i donβt knowβ¦β
he didnβt respond. just shook his head with a bitter breath, jaw clenched, and walked off. you flinched at the sound of the bathroom door shutting a little too hard. the water turned on not long after, and the silence that followed was somehow louder than the argument. you stood there for a moment, staring at the space he left behind, then moved to the refrigerator in silence.
your hands began working on autopilot. rice, chives, chicken, eggs, something simple. something heβd still eat even if he was upset, his favorite. the sizzling pan and the stove fan buzzing was the only things that were filling the quiet now, and even that didnβt drown out the heaviness sitting in your chest.
you decided not to wait for him to get out of the shower, which was probably the best option. you sat the food on the table, only keeping the stove light lit, and climbed into bed with a quiet sigh. the sheets were feeling colder than usual, and your shared mattress was lighter than normal. your back faced the door, not expecting much. just waiting for sleep that wouldnβt come.
after a while, you heard the bathroom door creak open, soft footsteps leading towards the kitchen. the dining room light turned on and brought a little bit of light under the bedroom door, the gentle scrape of the chair pulling out. then silence again, except for the quiet clink of chopsticks.
he was eating. that alone made your chest ache in a different way. you listened to his movements like they were soothing white noises to you. you could hear the tv being used as a background noise for him as he ate, the occasional sighs after every sip of his drink, and the chopsticks clinking against the bowl after every bite.
once he finished his food, he pushed in his chair and turned the tv off. he washed out his dish and put it inside the dishwasher. the light from underneath your door went away and footsteps started to lead to the bedroom. for some reason, hearing the crack of the door opening made your heart race until the mattress dipped behind you as shoto climbed in.
you stayed still, unsure, almost playing fake sleep just to see where his head was at. he didnβt say anything at first, just laying there. breathing, warm, near, but not touching.
thenβ βyou said you didnβt feel enough, whyβs that? what part of us did i neglect that made you feel like this?β he murmured, voice low, but softer now.
you turned to face him, letting out a hard swallow. βyou didnβt do anything wrong, actually,β you paused, eyes tracing the shadows on his face. βi was just being immature and insensitive, and i guess i was just scared of there being someone better for you.β
he didnβt respond at first, just turned on the light to get a better look at you. his gaze stood on everything else but you, jaw still tight, like he was holding something back. βyou really think iβd want someone else?β
βi didnβt say that,β you whispered.
βbut you thought it,β he bit back.
you sighed, your voice shaky. βi donβt know what i was thinking. the internet was blowing up over that ad, people calling you βhotβ and βhusband materialβ like i wasnβt even in the picture. i felt invisible.β
βyouβre not invisible to me though.β
you blinked, trying not to cry. βi know that, deep down, i know that, but i guess it justβ¦ it messed with my head, and i took it out on you. i let my jealousy turn into something ugly.β
he turned toward you slowly, eyes dark but soft around the edges. βis that why you said what you did? about yoarashi?β
you winced. βyeahβ¦ and iβm sorry. that was the lowest thing i couldβve said, and i knew it the second it left my mouth.β
his brows furrowed. βso you knew it would hurt.β
βi did," you admitted, "and i still said it. i justββ your voice cracked, ββi was mad and embarrassed and insecure, and i wanted you to feel even half of what i felt, even if it was for the wrong reason.β
shoto exhaled, closing his eyes for a moment. βi wasnβt there when you got attacked. that already kills me every day. but to have you throw it in my face, like i failed you as a boyfriendββ
βno, noββ you cut in, your hand reaching for his arm. βthatβs not what i meant. i was trying to hit below the belt and i crossed a line. you didnβt fail me. i was scared, and you werenβt there, but that doesnβt mean you failed me. youβve never failed me, shoto.β
his eyes opened again, locking on yours. βthen why do you believe someone else could be better for me?β
βi donβt believe it,β you crooned, desperate for him to hear you now. βi justβ¦ got caught in my feelings. i see the way people look at you, and then i look at me, and i start wondering when youβre going to wake up and realize you could have anyone.β
βi donβt want anyone,β he growled, his voice low and steady. βi want you, even when youβre insecure, even when you say stupid, hurtful shit. i chose you, and i'll keep choosing you.β
a silence stretched between you. heavy, but different and softer. you swallowed again. βiβm sorry for hurting you. i was scared, not just of losing you, but of not being enough for you.β
shoto leaned forward, his hands caressing both sides of your cheek. he looked at you for a moment, giving you a small reassuring kiss on your forehead before his voice dropped to a whisper. βthen stop running from me every time youβre scared. just talk to me, y/n.β
you pursed your lips inside your mouth, a tear slipping past your lashes but shotoβs thumb catching it. βi will. i promise.β
βgood,β he murmured, βbecause i donβt care how loud the world gets. youβre the only one iβm listening to.β
you felt something unclench inside you, like a knot finally loosening.
βyou mean that?β
βi wouldnβt say it if i didnβt.β
and suddenly, the tension crackedβeverything softened enough to let you both breathe again.
shoto then turned the lights back off and wrapped his arms around you as you two settled on the bed. he leaned in slowly, and he met you halfway, his lips brushing yours gently and grounding. there was no rush, just a quiet promise that the worst had passed. when he finally pulled away, his hand found your waist under the sheets, pulling you in until your head rested against his chest.
βi love you pretty,β he said, his voice no louder than a whisper.
βi love you more,β you kissed him one more time before you cradled into his chest.
then silence fell again, this time, the kind that was filled with healing and love.
Howdy. Here I am again, this time I'm not talking about a movie. I'm talking about Hazbin Hotel, the Amazon Prime series, even though Amazon is the devil. More specifically "The Vees" from Hazbin Hotel, and boy do have opinions.
Let us not forget that "The Vees" are all awful, horrible, little whiny babies, as well. They're bad. And before somebody comes up with an "erm, actually, they're in hell, of course they're bad" I want you to walk outside and get struck by lightning. I know that they're in hell, and they're in hell for reasons, that doesn't make them good or enjoyable characters. And yes, I also know they're specifically the antagonists. I watched the whole show in one day less than a week ago, it's fresh in the brain cage.
I'm saying that "The Vees" are not interesting characters as they are shown, sure Vox has a sort of interesting backstory, but it really isn't that interesting. And his two personality traits are 1) Hating Alastor and 2) wanting to be *so so so so so so so* famous.
And Valentino's personality is: pimp. Nothing else. Just pimp. That's not an enjoyable thing to watch, and yeah, I know that "not everything has to be enjoyable to watch" but a compilation of Angel Dust being injured is just egregious and unnecessary. We got the picture about the whiny little dick hole after the first time he showed up, we didn't need a montage.
And Velvette is actually the most well rounded of them in my opinion, but she's still an awful person that I don't want to ever perceive. She has a personality besides hatred and violence, which is literally all she has going for her. And before someone says "oh, but Valentino also has a personality besides hatred and violence" you need to go outside and be struck by lightning.
The only other thing Valentino does besides spew hatred and commit acts of violence is what? Screw his boss? NOT THAT BIG OF A CHARACTER MOMENT THERE, BUCKO. And yeah, in the last episode some stuff happened and Velvette as well as Valentino helped save the day, I DO NOT CARE. IT WAS NOT SOME BIG REDEMPTION ARC, IT WAS A MOMENT OF BEING EVEN A LITTLE BIT USEFUL TO AVOID AN AWFUL DEATH.
Anyways, thanks for reading if you did, I guess. Toodles Doodles.
uhhhhh, happy pride month!!! i think i am new to this community ...
uhhh, anyway, my here's them both again
they just woke up from napping, (trust me) and they're already kissing...
idk what else i should say, uhh bye bye :Β³
(english isn't my main language btw, also, the characters names are: "moth" for the one on the left, and "turitio" or "tu" for the one on the right, i will try to participate artfight with both of them btw, idk bye bye again)
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There's that, I guess. I apologize that I wasn't able to post yesterday γβ½γ It just so happened that at the time I'm posting this, yesterday was my birthday β*: .ｑ. o(β§β½β¦)o .ｑ.:*β So I decided to enjoy it first before continuing this. Another thing I'd like to say is that I'll only post near/during weekends because I have a life outside of this platform (obviously, haha). I do hope that I can continue to expand on the story rather than creating comics that don't have strong premisesβ¦β¦ but hey, only time can tell, right? But even then, comics like these do take a long time to make, even though it doesn't seem as such. Ah well, I don't think I have anything more to say, other than the fact that likes and reblogs are appreciated :) Again, I'm not expecting much, but just knowing that even a few people appreciate my work makes it all worth it!
Whenever that moment occurs, that moment when I realize I am dreaming and so take control over the dream, the first thing I think is often: "If that's so, I want to fly!", and so I face upwards, and with a little effort I lift up into the air without physical aid, then go around exploring the dreamscape. Bro, you have no idea how incredible that feels, it's liberating, sublime even.
