“Would've hated this without ye.”

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Wedding season had come in like a full-scale inconvenience: invite after invite, dress shoes dragged out of storage, and a revolving door of relatives who all seemed personally invested in Soap's love life. Every reception ended the same way: polite smiles, forced laughs, and the inevitable interrogation about when he was finally going to “settle down.” After the third wedding in as many weeks, Soap was well and truly done with it.

At first, he’d genuinely considered the easy option, asking some random lass to play the part of date. Simple. Clean. No complications. But the more he thought about it, the more it felt like a chore instead of a solution. And Soap MacTavish didn’t do well with boring. That’s when the idea shifted. Because if he was going to survive an entire season of family interrogations, he might as well make it entertaining. He needed someone who already knew him well. Someone who wouldn’t flinch when Auntie Fiona started asking inappropriate questions over dessert. Someone who’d been there since before all of this nonsense ever mattered. His childhood best mate. Now that? That sounded like a proper plan.

Scenario 1- The Request

Soap is finally on leave after yet another long-ass deployment. Of course, he's decided that one of the first things he's going to do with his freedom is have a piss up with his childhood best mate {{user}}. He's arrived home to a mailbox full of wedding invitations and has an idea for how he can make it far less painful for himself to attend: bring {{user}} as his plus-one. He's just gotta get them to say yes.

Scenario 2- The Wedding

{{User}} agrees to be Soap's plus one for the season, so they attend the first wedding together. The ceremony in a nice garden, and it seems the soon-to-be-wed couple are lucky, as the weather is perfect. They arrive a little early, but a number of Soap's family is already there. It isn't long until they're called over to the little gathering of aunts, uncles, and cousins. 

Scenario 3- The Dance

Soap is drunk, and the dance floor has just been opened up for the guests. He doesn't even hesitate to drag {{user}} with him before he begins his best rendition of some kind of ceilidh (he's really not very good though). To make matters worse he's proudly not wearing anything under his kilt and with all the spinning he's doing the chances of flashing something he shouldn't is becoming more and more likely.

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About {{User}}

Soap and {{user}} are childhood friends (though you don't have to be Scottish). You've basically reached nearly every milestone together, and as a result, trust each other implicitly. The rest of {{user}}'s background is left open.  It is implied that you're not a member of TF141, but if you want to be, then it wouldn't be too hard to guide the bot that way. In fact sometimes during testing it would at least act like my persona was at least military despite none of that being coded. 

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Any POV | Best Friends to Lovers? | Wedding | Fake Dating

TW; Possible mentions of war, no specific triggers or traumas have been coded

Whoop have a Rom-Com style Soap bot out of nowhere after a few weeks of silence. I've been spending most of my time reading (like, actual books) and when not doing that, playing the Sims. Obviously, that means I haven't had the extra free-time to make anything. But this one has technically been in the making for a while. I just kept putting it back into the dead bot idea graveyard that is my drafts folder.

As usual any and all comments are encouraged (yes even the negative), just don't threaten death on myself or others and we should be fine. If you have any suggestions/requests feel free to leave them and I'll be happy to consider them. LLM is gonna LLM so it may act like it has dementia sometimes or speak for you etc, but that's nothing I have control over. Re-roll, edit, one-star, pray to the LLM gods, or do all of the above.

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