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Soap doesn't really have a 'type'. Until he meets Ghost.
Ghost has never really needed someone. Until he met Soap.
A bit of mutual avoidance and other outlets should sort it out. Right?
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26 Jun 2026
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Honestly, it still didn’t feel real sometimes; their little fling. The sex. The talking in his bed afterwards, sometimes. The shared takeout other times. Whatever it was. This thing they didn’t have the courage to name or take any further than those stolen moments before and after he was fucking Soap good and deep.
or, Ghost eats Soap out while he tries to cook them a post hookup meal.
Bookmarked by Chief_Mourner
26 Jun 2026
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"Warmth was the best way to describe it. Yu had made him feel like sunshine simply by reflecting his light back to him. Just like how the sun and moon converge, Yosuke was caught in a total solar eclipse with Yu, creating a ring of warmth that radiated to his very bone.
Yosuke decides, right there, that Yu was his moon."
(or: when a total solar eclipse reveals Yosuke's eclipsed feelings for Yu.)
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23 Jun 2026
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It should worry the hell out of him, the way he could stare at the man’s hands as they tore through muscle, broke bone, and crave to have them running through his body, fingernails digging in and still bloody. It has made him become a part of something bigger in the worst possible way, outside of the carefully built system that saves lives and takes them, never for selfish reasons. Because he would kill for that man without an order, against an order, control slipping through his fingers like a weight tied to a rope, burning the bare skin of his palms.
For a few moments, they just sit there, side by side, the only sounds being the distant buzzing of the generator and the trickle of soft rain against the safehouse’s ventilation system.
“Soap.”
“Simon.”
Ghost looks at him. His eyes lack the usual edge, replaced by something Soap might dare to call doubt, that was directed to him in rare, quiet moments.
“Soaking my shirt up won’t dry up yours.”
Or; their car dies out in the middle of nowhere. They make the most of the time they have while waiting for aid.
Bookmarked by Chief_Mourner
19 Jun 2026
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Even though this is their first time trying this specific act, Yu is still deeply familiar with Yosuke's body and has played him like a fiddle before.
(or: Yu's an ass guy. Or, more specifically, a Yosuke's ass guy.)
Bookmarked by Chief_Mourner
19 Jun 2026