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Joyride by j4cky_no, Pin_and_Quell
Fandoms: The Group Chat - TheGroop (Podcast), Video Blogging RPF
09 Mar 2026
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Larry has to ride on Tanner’s lap during a car ride. Tanner takes it poorly.
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- Part 4 of Pin’s TGC Fics
Bookmarked by evansautopsy
20 May 2026
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"D’ye ‘ave a favorite scar?"
“I do.”
Soap grins. “Ye gonnae tell me whit one or do Ah gottae guess?”
Ghost huffs with amusement, weighing his options. The hopeful look on Soap’s face makes the choice easy. Ghost sets down his beer and with a smooth motion pulls his shirt overhead.
Soap’s expression is everything he could have hoped for, wide eyed admiration, lips parted in surprise, the tint of blush spreading over his cheeks.
If Ghost’s forearms are littered with scars, his torso is practically a collage of them. The eye-catching Y shaped vivisection. The starburst on the right side of his ribcage from the meat hook. A constellation of circular cigarette burns spread across his clavicles. His left flank, covered in a burn scar that’s healed into a watercolor of purple and pink stretched skin. An acid splash across his right hip bone that peaks up over the waistband of his joggers. A myriad of other miscellaneous marks.
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Ghost and Soap sit together on the roof watching the sunset and discuss scars.
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Bookmarked by evansautopsy
16 Jan 2026
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Ghost invites Soap to his Manchester flat while they’re both on leave.
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22 Oct 2025
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“Cap, what’s going on?”
Price turns half towards him, jaw working, levels him with a long look. When he eventually speaks, Soap can tell that he didn’t imagine the earlier flicker in his eyes.
“It’s Ghost. He’s been captured.”
After a mission gone sideways, Ghost isn't the only one who has to deal with the aftermath and everything that comes with it.–––
Edit: Now with wonderful art by Armache in chapter 11!
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- Part 1 of Disintegration
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Bookmarked by evansautopsy
06 Jul 2025
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John is all bare skin and brimming heat against him, pressed flush and unapologetic. His fingers curl back, gripping Simon’s thigh, nails digging in just enough to leave a mark against the soaked denim. A fucking mark, a claim that makes Simon's head spin. "The fuck are you doing, MacTavish?" Simon grits, voice rough, frayed at the seams.
The man hums, a slow, deliberate roll of his hips that sends a sharp bolt of pleasure down the length of Simon's spine. His breath stutters, a jagged inhale at the pressure against his cock.
"The fuck does it look like, Lieutenant?"
"Brat," Simon hisses, fingers curling into the man's damp mohawk, a swift tug as he pulls John's head back toward his chest, those blue eyes clouded with a wicked intent.
"Yeah?" His voice is rough, teasing, Simon’s grip bruising tight on his waist. "And what the fuck are you going to do about it?"
Bookmarked by evansautopsy
21 May 2025