If The Ocean Ever Disappears DONT GO LOOKING FOR IT… Go In The Other Direction

being in a public restroom and hearing someone shitting really loud

Because I'm board here are all the NSFW audios of the CoD boys I know of, if you know of anymore please let me know. 18+ Minors DNI.

Tagging @honeymoon-ss @hearts-for-mason @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @ashiscool10 @ask-the-virtual-council and idk who else to tag, I just thought you guys would like to have this list cause i know i do 🤤, if I tagged you in this and you didn't want to be tagged I'm sorry, forgive me 😭

Unless @kristopher-1105 if you want to check these out

Ghost audios (by Badjhur on Reddit)

Caught by ghost.

Zero hour.

Ghosting the party.

Testing the perimeter.

A specialist's touch.

König audios (by badjhur on reddit)

Doktors orders.

Soap audios (by ScotsLibrarian on reddit)

Late hours.

That's all the ones I know of! If you know anymore please feel free to share and I'll add them to the list.

Also made this for myself as well hehehehe

Tony: Surgery is just stabbing someone to life.

Stephen: Please never become a surgeon.

to the male population: when you don’t know every lyric to a @taylorswift song and don’t act like this during a concert - i’m sorry but we’re not meant to be. thanks to mr. mendes for setting my standards even higher.

aww your bodyguard!simon au reminds me of enemies to lovers its so cute!! 🥺

aww baby, it definitely would be! 😙 he would hate to be around all the popstar things you do, he doesn't understand it and he doesn't care for it.

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"so fuckin' stupid" he muttered, practically glaring under his balaclava at everyone around him. but especially at you. it's almost comical. ghost was a behemoth of a man, standing tall and proud at 6'4 and weighing at around 250 lbs. but one look from you and he could feel himself shatter beneath your gaze. your eyes on him making him feel exposed, vulnerable almost.

god, he hated you. your terrible attitude, horrible humour, the little miss know it all, the popstar princess bullshit. he hated you with every fibre of his body

you hated him, his arrogant cocky personality paired with his sarcasm. his silent and brooding at everything you did, his judging gaze constantly looking at you as if you've committed the biggest crime. you hated him with every fibre of your body.

and yet ghost learnt, the line between hate and love was a very thin line indeed.

despite how much he denies over and over, there's a tenderness when he looks at you. even with his frown, even with his harsh words, there's a flicker of emotion that runs through his brown eyes. it's only for a second but even for him, that's a second too long.

late at night when he's alone and relieved of his bodyguard duties, when the buzz of the songs and the chatter of the fans come to a silence, he dares himself to allow to dream. he hates how most of them revolve around you now. his breath shutters when they take a turn, his hand snaking down his abdomen and to his weeping cock for attention. he doesn't usually let himself have this pleasure but god, he can't help himself with you.

dreaming especially of the pretty sounds you would make when he pushes his aching cock between your slick folds, how beautiful you'd look splayed out across the bed as he took his sweet time learning every single thing about your body. what made you whine and arch, what made you whimper and moan. how you'd react with every sloppy thrust, how you'd clench around him with every movement of his hips

and it only served to infuriate him further when he knows he could never have you that way

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he's so emotionally constipated and he wonders why everyone is scared of him :")

GO 👏 THE 👏 FUCK 👏 OFF. Also, the American educational system is trash. I applaud this child’s parents for giving her a voice and standing up against bias authority.

Identical - The Twins Backstory (Prologue 1)

(Lovely poster made by @prettybubblesintheair, I’m so thankful for you, and I love your amazing work darl! Please check out her blog, she’s an absolute gem 💖)

Hey guys! Mini Prologue here for “Identical”.. In order to kick things off with this story, I’ve decided to give you an idea of what’s happened before all of this “Tom liking bestfriend and Harrison marrying her bullshit” 😂

This story would make a lot more sense in future chapters if you read this epilogue haha! Also I’m going to be doing a seperate epilogue for Tom as well, because this story is based on his point of view too!! Ahh I’m so excited angels, please let me know what you guys think cause I need that shit 😂💖💝

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Y/N - Your name

L/N - Last name

Emily - Your twin

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Identical Twins:

either of a pair of twins who, as a result of developing from a single fertilized ovum, are alike in all genetic characteristics (including sex) and typically very similar in appearance.

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Born. Identical.. Inseparable… Compared…. Jealousy….. Heartbreak…… Bitterness

Y/N L/N and Emily L/N, were two beautiful identical girls that were both conceived by the same mother, on the same day and at the same time. It was like seeing a duplicate of one person, a beautiful creation purposely doubled, the only difference between them was their personalities, both different and opposite of one another.

As they were growing up they were inseparable, sharing the same dolls, clothes, hair ideas and eventually makeup when they hit the early teenage years.

Unfortunately overtime during high school, they grew apart, both on the opposite sides of the social ladder, her being popular and you a simple outcast. Due to their personalities being opposite of each other they were completely different people, the only bond they could muster between them was simply hanging loosely by a thread of well… nothing..

Your father was to blame for all of this, using his power and authority over you to convince your mind that you were the weak one, the mistake, the unloved one out of the two. The man had favourites, and unfortunately for you, it was your twin sister, Emily.

Whilst this was happening throughout your teenage years it caused some serious damage to your self-esteem. Your mind was playing tricks on you, causing you to hate everything about yourself, starting from the way you talked, looked, walked and laughed.. just simply every day things that defined you as a person. The comparisons quickly took its toll on you, forcing you to hold a firm grudge against your perfect sister, the oh so innocent one.

You have been always compared to her, your looks, your grades, your popularity. It was all just a game to your father, taking advantage of your different personalities and passions, to watch you silently fume in the corner, as you gazed upon your sister who took the spotlight.

Out of spite towards your twin, you tried so hard to gain the affection from your father, even at the risk of losing everything and everyone around you.. but it never seemed enough for him, your efforts going to a complete waste.

During the time of this happening, Emily was oblivious, taking your behaviour as a simple teenage thing, a thing that she was going through herself, but not as intense.

Completely opposite to you, she was naive to everything around her, for the longest time she failed to realise the fire that your father continued to create within you.

You continuously fought against her, shutting down any of her efforts to reconnect with you. You were so far gone down the black hole of insecurities, that all you felt was a deep immense hatred towards your blood twin, your insecurities slowly eating you up inside.

You weren’t the smartest. You weren’t the prettiest. You weren’t the most stylish. You weren’t the most popular. Most importantly.. You weren’t the favourite and you never would be.

It didn’t help that she was so loving, smart and beautiful. You wanted to hate her, to shut her out, and to make her feel the way you did, but you couldn’t… because you loved her. She was your twin, your very own heart and soul. Of course you would never admit that, quickly mastering the facade of a bitchy sister. Masking your love for hatred, never wanting her to know the absolute affects she held over you…..

In an effort to get rid of the toxic ways of your father, you fled to Australia to finally start afresh. To be able to do this, you had to completely wipe out any evidence of your horrible past… and that included your twin sister. You stopped contacting all together, deleting your family off your phone and any social media, completely cutting all ties from your old life.

On the year of your 19th birthday you started a new college, adjusting quickly to the new atmosphere and even finding new friends that you absolutely adored. Slowly but gradually you picked up the pieces that was left of you… the real you.

From here on, the story is only just starting to begin….

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What did you guys think? Please tell me haha 😂🤪💖

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This was the best tbh

Dr. Feelgood

3. Physical Exams

Start at part 1 here!

Summary: You've been in trouble at work several times before for "lack of professionalism" but now you've gone too far. You've been reassigned to Task Force 141 as a temporary doctor to replace the ones they've made quit out of frustration. You must either prove yourself and earn your former position back at a prestigious military hospital in California or face dishonorable discharge. Author's Notes: This is my first fanfiction - please be gentle. Additionally, the reader's callsign is "Feelgood." I have done my best to write the reader as ambiguous regarding appearance, but she/her pronouns and AFAB anatomy will be utilized. I hope for this to be a slow-burn romance with Simon "Ghost" Riley.  Warnings: Gunshot wounds, medical terminology and procedures, finger up the butt, touching, allusions to NSFW

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Ghost lay alone in the medical bay, thoughts racing through his foggy mind. For once, he’d gotten Feelgood to shut the fuck up and leave him alone. After his flirtation you’d squeaked, snarky reply dead on your lips, and made an excuse to leave before bustling out, the door slamming behind you. 

You were infuriating. The way you bossed his colleagues around as if you had some sort of authority over them, the ways you tried to control him by cornering him and forcing him into bed, allegedly “for his own good.” The softness of your skin against his as you held him while he collapsed during his panic attack. The way he wished he could shut your smart mouth up with your plush lips wrapped around his–

The door to the med bay swung open and pulled him from his thoughts. Gaz poked his head in and glanced around, raising an eyebrow at Ghost.

“Where’s Feelgood?” he asked, wandering into the room with Soap trailing behind him. 

“Left.” Ghost grunted, shrugging his shoulders and scowling under his balaclava. 

“Where to? Price was asking after her and I think she has some questions for him too,” he said, peering into the office through the window in the door. 

“Didn’t ask.” the masked man grumbled. 

“How you feelin’ L.T. - seems like the lass is doin’ a lovely job,” Soap remarked, plopping down in a chair at his lieutenant’s side. 

“She’s competent.” Ghost said. What he wanted to say was ‘She’s a feisty little thing. I quite like her.’

“She’s scarier than you, mate. If I ever get shot, promise you’ll protect my arsehole?” Soap asked, snickering. Ghost fixed him with a glare. 

“Bring that up ever again, sergeant, and you’re a dead man,” he growled lowly. 

“Bring what up again?” you called out as you strode back into the med bay, a tray piled high with food in your arms. 

“Got you something to eat from the mess, Lieutenant,” you said with a smile, setting the tray by his bedside. 

“Hey, Feelgood, Price was askin’ after you earlier. Said you should head down to the office when you get a minute.” Gaz said, coming out of your office and offering you a smile. You returned it. 

“Thanks! I need to ask him about hiring medical support staff for this place. I’m sure you guys would be happy with more than just me poking at you all the time.”

“Hey lass, what does Feelgood mean? Where’d you get the callsign?” Soap asked, leaning back in his seat. 

“Oh, it’s stupid. Do you like classic rock?” you asked with a laugh, sitting down and sweeping your hair back into a ponytail. 

“I know enough to know Dr. Feelgood is the title of a song - Motley Crue, right?” Gaz asked, sitting next to you. 

“Yeah! I got it when I was still doing fieldwork and running missions with soldiers on the ground as a medic in the marines. One day three of us are headed into some little village and we get hit by an IED and the Humvee we’re in flips. So I crawl out, and my guys are still alive but they’re fucked up pretty bad. 

“My buddy Marston’s lost an arm so I tourniquet it and pump him full of drugs and he starts feeling good again before he passes the fuck out. And I figured fuck, why stop there? We’re all fucked up and bloody and we might die here in the sand so why not go out feeling better than just comfortable? So I offered some to Duncan after I’ve finished bandaging him up and he was like, ‘Sure, why the fuck not?’

“Then I patch myself up and put the needle in my thigh. Next thing I know I’m waking up driving a little donkey cart down the road and there are evac vehicles coming towards us. Marston’s passed out in the back and Duncan’s singing something made up - I think pretending to be the radio. 

“Anyway, I got into a metric fuckton of trouble even though we all made it out alive. I fucked my shoulder badly in the wreck, too bad to keep doing fieldwork, so they shipped me off to work in the base hospital’s emergency department. I got my shit together and went to medical school after that. 

“But the name - when my buddies came around enough to joke about it with me, they started calling me Dr. Feelgood after the song. See, it’s about a drug dealer called Jimmy who manages to evade trouble for a long time, but at the end of the song, he finally goes down on charges. They kinda reckoned my story mirrored Jimmy’s, but instead of going to prison, I got reprimanded and put in a more boring environment.” You finished. 

“Steamin’ Jesus lass, that’s–”

“I wasn’t aware you did field missions.” Ghost’s voice cut through Soap’s, silencing him. You smiled thinly. 

“Used to. Now the closest I get is coming with evac to stabilize wounded soldiers before they reach a proper hospital,” you admitted. 

“Sorry, Feelgood, but that’s pretty funny,” Gaz said with a grin, patting your knee before standing. 

“I just feel bad for whoever’s cart that was,” you admitted with a laugh, making Gaz shake his head. 

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You went to see Price not long after the conversation died down under the assurances that Gaz and Soap would watch over Ghost. The door to his office was shut so you knocked softly. 

“Come in!” he called. You stepped in, taking in framed pictures and documents lining the back wall. A little plant sat atop the sill of the little window on the left wall and a couch was leaned against the right wall. 

“You wanted to see me?” you asked, slipping inside, the door shutting behind you.

“Yes! I wanted to let you know that I’ll be going on a mission with Soap and Gaz in a few days. It won’t last more than a week, but I wanted to check in with you and ask your professional opinion about Ghost’s condition before we leave. How’s he healing?” he asked, closing the laptop on his desk and fixing his gaze on you as you sat down. 

“Ghost is healing remarkably quickly and I’m confident he’ll make a full recovery provided he follows my instructions. Whether or not he does that is a matter of question,” you admitted with a smile. 

“Ah, I understand. I also wanted to ask - do you have any other concerns about the medical bay? Are there any supplies you’d like me to request for you, are we running low on anything?” Price asked. 

“What I need the most right now is support staff. Nurses, care assistants, other doctors? I know that those positions might be difficult to fill, but I’m one woman. I’m also not an anesthesiologist, an orthopedic surgeon, or a psychiatrist - my scope is very limited. 

“I also looked back at old records and I’ve noticed that none of you have ever provided medical history or undergone a physical. Before you leave for your mission, I’d like to do that for each one of you to get a baseline to compare later records to,” you said, counting each thing off on your fingers. Price nodded. 

“I can get the boys to get looked at for sure, but extra staff will take time to find. If there’s ever an emergency that you can’t tackle, we go to the general base hospital, but that’s discouraged due to the secretive nature of the work the task force does,” he explained. 

“Sir, I’d like you to undergo a physical too. Not just the boys. Do you have any reservations about seeing me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“I don’t doubt your competency, Feelgood, and I mean no offense, but I…dislike the idea of being prodded at.” Price admitted. You nodded sympathetically. 

“What if I gave you a questionnaire and you wrote things down? I’d settle for that and a check of your vitals - that’s really what I want from you guys anyway.”

“I’ll think about it.”

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“Oh, come on, you’re telling me you aren’t appreciating being pampered and doted on by a cute girl while you’re laid up in bed?” Gaz asked teasingly. Ghost grunted. 

“I’d rather not have been shot, Sargent,” he said dryly, poking at the buttons on the side of the hospital bed. The bed alarm was blaring, signaling that he had gotten up, but you were too far away in Price’s office to hear. 

“But you think she’s cute, right? Come on, how could you not? And she’s got fire, too, I like her.” Gaz teased, making Ghost roll his eyes - but he didn’t respond. He finally figured out how to silence the bed alarm and the room went quiet again.

“Oh my god, you do think she’s cute! Come on mate, at least ask if she’s seeing anyone!” Soap almost shouted, laughing in disbelief. 

“If anything, I’d like to see less of her. She’s fuckin’ everywhere, buzzing around me. Won’t shut the fuck up.” Ghost said. This was a lie - he just didn’t want his teammates to see how you got under his skin. Soap and Gaz groaned in unison. 

“You should see if she’ll come out with us before we leave. I wonder if she likes bars?” Gaz wondered aloud. Ghost stiffened where he stood. 

“You’re leaving? All of you?” he asked.

“Less than a week, it’s a quick one this time. It’ll just be you and the–” Soap’s eyes widened in realization.

“Steamin’ Jesus it’ll just be him and the doc!” he exclaimed, turning wide-eyed to Gaz. 

“If anything happens–”

“Watch your mouth before you end up with me here in the med bay.”

“--you’ll tell us, right?”

“It’s perfect, you’ve got a whole week to flirt with her without him bothering you,” Gaz said, jabbing his thumb back at Soap.

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Gaz was your first physical patient. You’d offered to take him back into your office for privacy but he said he didn’t mind Ghost sitting in. Ghost was on his phone on the couch in the corner with a cup of tea and hardly paying attention to the world - it was a compromise you’d come to once you found out he’d broken the bed alarm and he’d threatened to go back to his room permanently. 

“I didn’t know your name was Kyle. I like it, it suits you,” you remarked as you took his blood pressure. 

“Thanks, Feelgood.”

“Makes you sound like an American frat boy.” Ghost quipped from the corner. 

“Hey, be nice. Is HIPAA a thing over here?” you asked. Gaz laughed and shrugged and you went forward with the exam.

Overall he seemed to be in exceptional health and you were satisfied with your findings. Gaz seemed oddly relieved when you told him so, almost as if he was worried he’d fail the health exam. You sent him outside and called Soap in. 

“Hey, lass, no finger up the arse today right?” he asked nervously, sitting down on the gurney you’d set up as you took his temperature. 

“Not unless you’re into it,” you said dryly, earning a surprised cough from Ghost and a laugh from Soap. 

Soap’s exam went as well as Gaz’s had and he walked out with an inflated ego when you informed him that he was in excellent physical shape. You decided to approach Ghost next. 

“Your turn big guy,” you said, gesturing for him to raise his arm so you could attach the blood pressure cuff.

“I’ve been in this fuckin’ bay for days, don’t you have enough?” he grumbled but reluctantly obeyed - only so he could feel your warm hands against his skin as you secured the cuff. 

“I’ve been managing your wound and making sure you don’t get infected, not doing full physicals every day,” you said with a laugh. “Give me your hand?” 

He held it out to you and you took it, gently attaching the clip. His hand dwarfed yours and your face warmed slightly as you lowered the hand back to his thigh. Ghost watched you attentively, doing his best to read your expressions. You cleared your throat. 

“So, got anything cool you like to do on leave?” you asked, doing your best to strike up a conversation. 

“No.” Ghost grunted, a little too harshly. He winced and immediately felt bad. You took the equipment off of him when it had finished reading his vitals and tucked it away in the corner again, a little hurt. 

“I’m sorry,” he said after a minute as you fiddled with your stethoscope. “I didn’t mean to say that so aggressively.”

“It’s alright. Can I listen to your heart or would you rather me not touch you?” you asked briskly, watching him. 

“S’alright,” he grumbled, sitting forward and tugging his shirt off. 

“Oh, you didn’t have to– that’s okay, I can check your bandages afterward,” you said, your face hot as you took the sight of him in. Scars and old wounds crisscrossed his chest and a large bruise extended from beneath the bandages near his side. 

You put a gentle hand on his shoulder and leaned forward, carefully listening to his heart through your stethoscope. His skin was warm and it made butterflies take flight in your stomach. 

“Can I hear from your back?” you asked softly after a moment. Ghost grunted his assent and bent forward. You leaned over his shoulder slowly, pressing your stethoscope to his back. 

Ghost couldn’t help himself as you leaned over him. Your soft skin practically burned him where you touched him and his heart rate picked up quickly. He took a deep breath and gently wrapped an arm around your waist, steadying his hand on your lower back. 

You looked at him in surprise but didn’t pull away. He met your gaze for a moment before pulling away and sitting forward again. 

“M’ sorry. Should go get something to eat.” he grumbled, picking his shirt up and moving to put it back on. 

“It’s - uh…it’s okay! Can I…change your bandages first?” you asked softly, your voice coming out as almost a squeak. Ghost nodded and waited patiently as you gathered the supplies you needed. The feeling of your touch against him made him shiver when you returned. 

How he wished he could reach out and sweep you up in his arms, press a kiss to your lips, whisk you back to his room, and never leave. As you changed his bandages, he watched and imagined you trailing those delicate fingers up his chest to ruck his mask up and pull him down into a kiss. 

“Thanks,” he uttered as you finished, and that’s all he did. He tugged his shirt on and was almost to the door when he turned around. 

“Soap and Gaz wanted me to ask you if you’d come out with the lot of us before they leave,” he said. You didn’t have to think about it. 

“Of course!”

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I’ll never forget that one time I was talking to this boy and I rejected him (mind you I almost gave him my address because we were supposed to go out) and he stalked and harassed me for an entire month and put my number on Craigslist (I was getting hundreds of calls and texts every day to the point my phone stopped working).

Men are crazy.