#johnny soap mctavish

[tealakko]

Call of Duty silly drawings by me ‼️❤

[katzenmas]

Simon who has never fallen in love before, so when he starts catching feelings for you he thinks he's sick. He was perfectly fine a few months ago, there was nothing amiss, even now he can't exactly pinpoint when his heart started palpatating or his palms started sweating. he was never uncomfortable in his own skin, but this felt just like that! he was fidgety, his throat went dry, his face was flaring up as if he had a fever. it always happened randomly, the only common denominator? you. It was crazy! you and Simon have been on the same task force for about four years now, he was doing just fine before. slowly befriending you and keeping a civil relationship with you. He thinks it could be an allergic reaction? but why wouldn't it flare up in the previous years. It just made no sense. Simon almost drove himself crazy trying to figure it out. Even know, he was sitting in the lounge area with his elbows on his knees, face concentrated in deep thought. It was Johnny who found him trying to burn a hole through the wall with his intense gaze. ' LT? you doin' okay there?' The sudden question ripped Simon away from his thoughts. He stared at Johnny for a few minutes, the latter slowly becoming increasingly more nervous as the silence stretched between them. 'alrighty then i'll leave ya to it' ' Johnny wait' even Simon was confused with his behaviour, but maybe an outside perspective is what he needed. 'i have an...affliction' Johnny took a seat and listened to his lieutenant start explaining the situation. slowly, the gears in his mind clicked. Simon kept on rambling about how his mind goes blank, his core temperature keeps rising, the clammy palms, the shaky voice and the sudden shyness not making sense to him. Johnny just laughs, hard. ' holy hell Ghost ya in love?' the question felt like a slap in the face. Simon looked at his sargeant in disbelief, almost offended by the question. Johnny just kept smiling and asked Simon a simple question. ' when do these uh, symptoms make themselves known LT?' So Simon tells him about how he thinks he might be allergic to you, or at least some perfume or body wash you use. Johnny listens and keeps nodding, a smile never leaving his face. ' You know Ghost? This might actually be an allergy. You should talk to her and ask her about it, maybe she has more answers?' Oh Johnny was going to enjoy seeing how this would turn out.

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

there’s definitely a bar that the 141 are regulars at, with a bartender they all want to fuck, and she knows it, and they all know it, but the mind games they play to get there first…

[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N, trying to stop blood flowing out :

Y/N, in a panicked yet comforting tone : I promise, Johnny. I’ll take you home.

Soap, weakly smiling : My love——

Soap, pressing your hand to his heart : I am already home.

[katz-chow]

texts between johnny “soap” mactavish & his bonnie

a/n: uh i don’t have anything except that these r so fun to do. trying to find a good gc maker rn. stay tuned.

[cumikering]

Possessive best friend Soap x reader

1.6k | angst, bullying, swearing Operation Sabotage: Soap crashed your date (Part 2) Idea from @ceilidho

Soap stepped into the quiet restaurant with an easy smile, not taking long at all to spot you. He could recognise you from anywhere even with your back to him. His smile turned into a cocky grin as he walked over to the table of two, his boots thudding.

He watched as your date looked at his figure approaching, his words trailing off. You blinked at his sudden withdrawal, and when you turned to see what had stolen his attention, you were met with the sight of Soap.

He grabbed a nearby chair, sitting next to you and your date with a chuckle. “Hey, you. Fancy seeing you here.”

You tried not to roll your eyes, pretty much knowing what was to come already. “Hi, Johnny. I’m in the middle of a date,” you said through gritted teeth, gesturing at the man across you.

“I’m sure the lad wouldn’t mind,” he dismissed. “Oh, sorry, where are my manners? I’m Johnny. What’s your name again?”

“Daniel.” He let out a nervous chuckle, shifting his gaze to you, as if asking what was going on.

“Nice to meet ya, pal.” He didn’t even try to mask the smack as a pat on the back.

You sighed. “Johnny, don’t you have other things to do?”

“Not at the moment, just want to catch up with my buddy here.” He shrugged, turning to Daniel. “So what were you guys talking about?”

Daniel seemed to have recovered from the interruption, going back to his easy-going self. “I was talking about my time in uni,” he began, before taking another bite of his pasta.

You stopped listening, severely distracted by Soap’s uninvited presence at the table as you moved your food around your plate. You always did this - you shut down when you were upset, as to not overreact and make a fool of yourself. If you kept it cool, hopefully Soap would get bored and leave you and Daniel alone soon enough.

Soap nudged you, pulling you back into reality.

“Hey, I thought you didn’t like guys who bounce their legs?”

In a burst of self-consciousness, Daniel’s leg stopped under the table.

“That’s none of your business, Johnny.” You stabbed your fork onto your food too forcefully, not lifting your gaze.

“But you told me it really irked you. Just like when people eat with their mouth open,” he replied, feigning innocence.

Daniel let out a cough at the comment, turning a little red.

You let your fork drop to your plate. You didn’t mean to make it ring that loudly in the room. “Sorry, I need to go to the loo,” you announced to no one, not daring to look at Daniel. Your heavy seat dragged across the carpeted floor before you left.

You were glad the bathroom was empty. You took a few deep breaths with your hand over your chest, going over to the sink when you were a touch calmer. With your hands supporting your weight, you leaned in, looking at your own figure in the large mirror.

Yes, you noticed Daniel bounced his leg – it was one of the first things you noticed of him. Yes, he chewed with his mouth open, even spoke with his mouth full. Yes, these things peeved, no, vexed you. But he was funny and smart, handsome enough with a light stubble, and from what you could tell, handled difficult situations well (like keeping his composure while getting humiliated by a third-wheel on his first date).

You tried to give the man a chance, clutching onto his redeeming qualities, but with each flaw called out, it felt like your attraction towards him drained.

You knew you had to be realistic. It’d been months of online dating, and you’ve met no one you were genuinely interested in. You were frustrated, near hopeless. You knew full well no one was perfect. Yet at this rate, you’d find nobody, not when you couldn’t stop holding every potential partner up to Soap. You knew no one would be as playful and fun as him, as loyal and strong, and you’ve accepted that. But after all these years, why couldn’t you let go of the fantasy of being with him, or even someone like him?

Soap wrapped a heavy arm around Daniel’s shoulder. “Mate,” he began.

Daniel turned to Soap, tearing his gaze away from your body disappearing as you rounded the corner. He took a large gulp of water, before looking back at Soap.

“Did I mention I’m Special Forces? I’m a Sergeant.” Soap watched as his eyes widened. ”We bench press recruits to warm up, usually about your size,” he added, nodding to himself.

“That’s wonderful,” he said, looking away.

He retraced his arm. “Och, I didn’t mean to scare you, pal! I thought we were getting to know each other. Daniel Harris, was it?”

Another uncomfortable chuckle. He didn’t remember mentioning his last name.

“Hey, you still live in Brentford, right? On Clifden and Brooks Road?”

This time he looked genuinely spooked as his brows shot up.

“Any plans yet for your wedding anniversary? October is fast approaching.”

Colour drained out of Daniel’s face. He stood. “I think I better go,” he croaked.

“Aww,” Soap cooed, the smug smile wider. “The very least you can do is pay for the meal, no?”

He pulled a few notes from his wallet with a shaky hand, placing them on the table.

“Och, away an bile ye heaid, pal!” Soap snapped, shooing him away. “Yer a fockin’ disgrace, ya prick!”

With that, Daniel quite literally bolted out of the restaurant.

You stayed in the loo for a few more moments, making peace with yourself as you regulated your breathing further. When you’ve cooled down enough, you walked back to the table with your head held high, determined to tell Soap to piss off as rudely as he’d interrupted your evening.

But Soap was the only one at the table, in Daniel’s seat, leaning back onto the booth. He smirked, his brow cocked. Before you sat down, you noticed the wad of cash, stark in the middle of the table.

“Where’s Daniel?” you asked, alarmed.

“Sorry, lass. He said something came up.” Soap shrugged. “He paid for the meal though. Good lad.”

Your stare narrowed at him as your fists balled on your sides, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Just before the first tear fell, you stormed off the restaurant, ignoring his calls for you.

Clouded with anger, you walked away far enough until it occurred to you you had nowhere to go. Daniel had picked you up for the dinner and you were left with not even the satisfaction of slamming your own car door shut and screaming to your heart’s content in private. You stopped, knowing Soap had followed you close behind, recognising the distinct thud of his boots.

“Hey,” he muttered as he approached you, a hand almost touching your shoulder, but decided against it.

You wiped your tears with the back of your hands before turning to him. “What’s your problem, Johnny! This is not the first time you’ve ruined my date!”

He softened as he saw your tear-stained cheeks. “Lass, I’m just looking out for you.”

“I told you, if you have anything to say, say it civilly not during the date. You keep embarrassing me!” You couldn’t help raising your voice, more tears flowing out. “At this point, I think you just don’t want to see me happy. I’m trying fucking hard here, Johnny! Just because you don’t want a relationship, doesn’t mean you get to ruin my chances.”

He blinked, the air still between the both of you.

“I’m sorry, lass,” he said, eyes on the ground in remorse. “You know that’s not true.”

You hated how pretty his lashes looked. “No, you’re not fucking sorry,” you spat, wiping at your tears again. “Seriously, what’s your problem, Johnny? Are you scared we won’t be friends anymore? I’m royally sick of this. You’re making me fucking miserable.”

His gaze snapped to you, equally fervent now. “Me? I make you miserable?” he repeated in disbelief. ”Ye know wha ma’ problem is?” His head cocked to the side. “Ma’ problem is tha I fockin hate hearin those Tinder pings an knowin it’s nae me who’s makin ye smile at yer phone!”

Soap’s accent always got thicker whenever he got fired up. You usually understood him regardless, but this time you frowned. What you heard was so outrageous, you second guessed your hearing.

“Am fockin sick of seein the lot of arseholes ye meetin, when am right here!” He gestured at himself. “Wha the bloody hell do all these blokes hav tha I daen’t?”

“Johnny,” you said tentatively, taken aback by the sudden change of demeanour. “What are you on about?”

“Why are ye so blind tae me?” he softened. “I thought I made myself clear. All these years I’ve been trying to get you to notice me, to see me as more than a friend.”

Your eyes widened, not believing what tumbled out of his mouth. You watched as his lips parted, his chest moving under his crisp white shirt. For the longest time, you had wanted him to wrap his strong arms around you, pull you close against his broad chest before pressing his sweet lips on yours. And here you finally were, hearing the words you previously could only imagine from him.

“I like you too, Johnny,” you muttered against his neck, arms wrapping around him.

You heard the smile in his sigh.

First fanfic. Would appreciate feedback and constructive criticism. Thanks :)

@sofasoap

[bigassmoonchild]

Can I please get the 141 reacting to their and y/n child's first recital or play.

I do ballet and I just think it'd be cute reaction

Or... Getting in a relationship with y/n for quite a while and it's the first time they meet her kid. Whichever works for you hun, have an awesome week💗

thank you so much nonnie! i hope you guys have had an amazing week yourself, please take care of yourselves!! all other asks and requests will be responded to tomorrow! i love you guys!!

Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

he didn't consider himself a child person. he didn't know how to interact with them, he didn't know the first thing about children. even so, meeting your child for the first time had him stressed out.

'lovie, i just don't know what to wear. do i get a suit? what do i say?' and you gave him a little laugh over the phone, little james was calling out from the other room about hearing simons voice.

he listened to your struggle against the child about going to brush his teeth and that simon would still be on the phone to say goodnght. 'simon, it's a child we're talking about. you're not meeting my parents,' you laughed.

just your laugh alone made him feel a lot better about it. 'i still don't know exatly how to go about it all,' he told you. 'i've never really been around kids, especially in my work,' he added quickly.

you hushed james, and he could hear the tap running in the background as you made sure the boy brushed his teeth. 'simon, you could come in drenched in mud and the boy will still love you. don't stress too much about it,' you told him.

simon gave his goodnights to james and your conversation changed directions. even when the day grew closer that he would meet him, simon didn't feel like a world class soldier. he felt like a scared child who wasn't sure what to do.

and when he entered your home, for what felt like the millionth time, he heard the patter of little feet running to the door. james stopped in front of him, eyes staring up at him big and bold.

a huge grin broke out across his face and james reached up for simon, who awkwardly picked up the boy and allowed the hug. james took simon to his room, pointing out all of the different things in there.

and for just a few hours, simon felt normal. like a civilian. 'if anything happens to james i will tear the world apart,' he whispered to you in bed and you gave him a little hum.

Captain John Price:

little lily. that's what he called your little eight year old. she had gotten into instruments, specifically the violin. luckily enough for him, he didn't get to listen to her practicing. he was often away in the office or on missions when she was in her lessons.

all of this came to today. her very first recital. it was a group of them, a small band that they joined together all of kids her own age. all of the parents and family members of the little band had come together in the small performance room that the school had.

john was almost late. you'd saved him a seat, and luckily enough for him he didn't have to wait for the other ages to play. he was slightly red in the face from running, and gave you a weak little smile at the frown you gave him.

'you were almost late,' you hushed to him, watching as the age group just above lily's finished up their last song.

he wrapped his hand around yours, pressing a kiss against your temple. 'almost late is not late,' he told you. rolling your eyes you gave him a sarcastic scoff.

'do you tell all your soldiers that, or just the pretty ones?' you asked him and he deadpanned at you. as the kids filed out and yours filed in, you hushed john as lily took her seat. 'oh gosh, please record this!' you whispered to john and he pulled his phone out.

hitting record, he was beaming wide as he watched the conductor prepare to start this part of the recital. as the first cords struck, you watched as his face fell at the unruly sounds.

no one was in tune, and it was quite difficult to listen to. he still recorded it, though, and turned to look at the little smirk on your face. to john, it felt like forever before the final song played and the kids took their bows.

the lights came back on and everyone stood, ready to collect their kid. 'that was god awful,' you swatted his arm, sharply saying his name but hiding the smile behind your hand.

when lily ran out, she was beaming so wide. just like her father. 'that was good, huh?' she asked and john nodded quickly.

'the absolute best, little lily,' and he picked her up and spun her around. from above her head, he gave you a little grimace.

that night, as you lay beside him, he spoke into the dark. 'maybe we should sign her up for football,' he said and you had to hush the barking laugh that had almost escaped.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick:

kyle had never thought of himself to be the type of person to love kids. he was surrounded by pain and suffering, murder and (secretly) some war crimes.

but, he loved you. and you loved him. what he hadn't been expecting was for you to suddenly have a child in your possession (the better word would be custody, but he begs to differ). there was some family drama, and you were chosen as the next best option for the little boy.

noah. some nephew or similar relation to you. he wasn't entirely sure, but he tried his hardest to figure it all out. and so, even if he hadn't entirely been wanting to, he found himself at the school play with you. watching noah perform wasn't something he'd ever expected to do.

the play wasn't something he'd ever heard of, but he was more than willing to watch noah. if it meant spending time with you, and eventually spending time with noah, he'd been more than happy to come along.

so he sat there, struggling to keep a straight face as he watched the performance. noah was surprisingly good, but the rest of his castmates weren't entirely up for it.

one of the children was laying half inside of the wing, whining to someone about not wanting to get up. another child was sitting in the middle of the set, back to the audience.

noah, though, was reading off of his script and at least trying to act everything out. the kid had grit, for sure, but kyle wasn't entirely sure if he even wanted to be there.

sure, there was some emotion, but he was also younger which meant there wasn't much. and even when he waited afterwards, still slightly snickering about what he'd watched, he brightened up as noah ran towards the two of you.

hugging you first, he finally jumped at kyle and began babbling on about how excited he was for the next play. there were auditions, but they weren't exactly a cut and dry type.

and even through it all, kyle nodded along with noah and grinned happily at the little boy. he adored noah, not as much as he adored you but it was getting there.

he'd only known the boy a few weeks at this point. even so, noah had seemingly taken a big liking to kyle, and kyle was more than happy to help with raising the boy.

so maybe he was the type of person to love kids. maybe he'd be the type of person to love just about anything if it gave you such a sense of adoration and love.

just maybe, he would think about having some of his own. maybe not putting them in a play, but he would definitely think about it.

Johnny 'Soap' McTavish:

compared to simon, he was better with kids. he knew what to expect, he knew what to do. it's what happened when you had a larger family. the one thing he didn't expect, though, was the terror that was your daughter.

on the phone, she was a sweetheart. absolutely delightful to speak with and quite honestly one of his favorite people (that wasn't you). he could easily see the remarkable resemblance between your personalities, but he would've never expected this.

opening the door, prepared to surprise the two of you, he heard a small shout. 'fucker!' a high-pitched voice called out. you hushed the child, whispering about how that was a grown up words and that santa would never give a child with such language a good present.

she hushed quickly, but he could still hear the two of you squabbling over something he couldn't make out. walking into the room that it was coming from, he quickly realized it was your own.

standing with your back against the door, hands on your hips he could just barely make out the little girl. olivia, you had named her, but he was quick to realize that the sweet little angel wasn't exactly that.

her face was coated in makeup, eyeshadow covering nearly half of her eyebrows. lipstick spread across her cheeks into a grin. blush in her hair, hands covered in something he couldn't discern.

'johnny!' the little girl shouted and jumped around you to throw herself into his arms. he caught her, hugging her close and pointing towards her. mouthing out the words what the hell? you gave him a laugh.

'that's the little angel,' you told him. 'the little angel got into my makeup stash, and apparently does not want to give up her passion of doing everyones,'

that's how he found himself sitting on the floor, allowing her to spread makeup all across his face. somehow, he'd even been roped into getting his nails painted by you.

maybe the two of you weren't perfect little angels like he'd assumed. closer to fallen angels, with the way that you smirked evilly at him.

'why won't we give him some pretty clothes to put on too?' olivia grinned just as wide as you, eyes lighting up at the thought. shaking his head, he moved to crawl away but found himself damn near pinned to the ground by the child.

he now played dress-up and makeup with her at least once a month.

[kelthebarb]

if i could tell her. — john mactavish.

john “soap” mactavish x fem!reader

summary: you’re walking the halls after training, headed to the lounge room. you stop quick enough outside the door to hear john rant to gaz about a girl.

warnings: kissing, fluff, johnny being a softie, gaz is such a freakin tease, cursing, reader is a sergeant.

if i could tell her by ben platt & laura dreyfuss

a/n: this is sort of an apology for my last fic (and mostly cus i’m obsessed w johnny and this song)

long and strenuous training is what you were used to. being a soldier wasn’t for the faint of heart. you had adapted to the hardcore training sessions over time: you’d been doing this for years.

still, you had some days where it felt like your body felt like it was pushed beyond its limits. today was one of those days. you were sore all over, your head pounding and the room spinning ever so slightly. you smelled of sweat and dirt and your hair was tousled in ways you didn’t know were possible.

you walked the halls slowly, careful not to pull any more muscles. it was a fairly quiet day, which was good for your head.

you were on your way to the lounge room. nobody really hung around in there, except for privates that were avoiding their duties and their commanding officers. you would sometimes go in there between training sessions, when you were still on-duty.

as you approached the door, you noticed it was closed. muffled voices came through, though you couldn’t make out what they were saying. you moved quietly, hoping to scare some new recruits so they would stop disobeying orders.

you peeked through the small window on the door, and instead of some skinny, weak-looking boys having a laugh, you saw gaz. he was attentively listening to something that a man in front of him was saying. he had his back to the door, but you could tell who it was from a mile away.

his accent was extremely apparent, his hair recognizable in any crowd. it was johnny. his hands were flying around in the air, in an undoubtedly exaggerated way of speaking.

you locked eyes with gaz through the glass and held a finger to your lips, pointing the other one at johnny. gaz smirked at you and turned his attention back to the man in front of him.

you placed your ear against the door and listened to him ramble on.

“she’s everything to me.”

“tell me more about her,” you heard gaz say.

johnny hesitated for a moment, “there’s nothing like her smile. it’s contagious. so bright it could blind you. i don’t think she knows how wonderful that smile could make someone feel.”

you frowned slightly. you never told anyone about the fact that you’d loved johnny since you laid eyes on him for the first time. you kept it hidden in a locked part of your mind.

“what would you say if you could tell her?” voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“i won’t be able to. i’ve tried rehearsing it to myself, i couldn’t find the words,” johnny said with a sigh.

“just say what you feel,” gaz said, as if it was obvious.

“wow, thanks mate, didn’t think of that,” you could practically hear johnny roll his eyes.

gaz chuckled a bit. “i’m just saying, you should tell her before someone takes her from you.”

“i don’t want to ruin our friendship. she’s one of my best friends, what happens if she rejects me? i’d lose her altogether if it goes badly,” johnny looked down. “besides, i don’t know how i would even start.”

hearing about how much he loves this girl was making your head hurt even more than before. you took a deep breath, stood up shakily (you were still sore), and opened the door loudly.

gaz looked up and smiled at you mischievously. johnny whipped his head around, horror seeping into his eyes when he saw you.

“what’s that look for?” you asked him, a playful smile on your lips.

he shook his head, “nothin.”

you sat down next to him, sighing in relief as your muscles finally relaxed. gaz looked between you two, snickering to himself.

“shut the hell up, gaz,” johnny said sheepishly.

you rolled your eyes at the both of them.

“how long until your next training session?”

this was the first chance you had to actually relax since 5 AM. you groaned loudly when your head met the pillow, just about to fall asleep. then-

knock.

“are you fucking joking.”

you stood up, sighing and opening the door. gaz stood there, looking slightly impatient.

“do you understand how badly i want to punch you?” you asked him, visibly angry that he interrupted your attempt to sleep off the aches in your joints.

“that can wait,” he stepped inside your room, taking a seat at your desk chair. “i assume you heard almost if not everything johnny said.”

“about the fact that he’s in love with some girl? yeah, heard all of it from when you saw me in the window.”

“so you didn’t hear it all.”

“how about instead of trying to be mysterious, you tell me so i can go the fuck to sleep.”

gaz raised his hands in defeat, “johnny wasn’t talking about some girl.”

“again, stop with the damn mysteries!” you shouted.

“he was talking about you.”

your eyes widened and your expression was almost entirely blank. the pure shock that filled your head was unfathomable.

“what.”

you uttered only one word, entirely monotonously. gaz could only hold back his laughter for so long.

“oh shut up, kyle,” you said, smacking his arm.

“i’ll leave you with that for a bit. you look tired,” he remarked, practically cackling when you flipped him off. you almost shoved him out of the door, shutting and locking it.

your attempts to sleep went down the drain. you couldn’t keep your mind off of what gaz said. you thought over what you heard through the door, concluding that he couldn’t possibly be talking about you. still; the thought lingered in your head, preventing even a minute of sleep.

as 20 minutes went by and no sleep, you decided that you’d have to go talk to johnny if you wanted to get rest.

so there you were, standing at his door. you told your body to knock, but the fear was holding you back. you were scared that gaz was just fucking with you. that johnny didn’t actually love you.

on an impulse, you knocked rather rapidly, pulling your hand away and taking deep breaths to yourself. you clenched your shaky hands at your sides, impatiently waiting for the door in front of you to open.

it took a few seconds - johnny was undoubtedly in bed when you’d showed up. he looked annoyed when he first opened the door, but his gaze softened when he saw you.

“you okay? it’s late, i thought you’d be sleeping,” he said, stepping to the side to let you shuffle inside his room quietly.

“yeah, couldn’t sleep. sorry if i woke you up though,” you grimaced at your unsure tone.

“nah, i couldn’t sleep either. what’s wrong? you’re shaking like mad,” he pointed to your hands.

“hm? oh- yeah, gripping a gun for three hours straight isn’t the best,” you lied, wringing your hands and placing them in your pockets.

he nodded, looking around the room and desperately searching for something to say. you couldn’t find any way around what you came here for, no matter how hard you tried. your mind conflicted you. you were afraid of embarrassing yourself, but there was no going back now.

“gaz came to my room earlier,” you said quickly.

“yeah?” johnny said, fear creeping up in his chest.

you opened your mouth to speak, but you hesitated. taking a deep breath, you realized: you dug your grave, now lie in it.

“he did,” you said, matter-of-factly. “told me something really shocking.”

now johnny was the one shaking. “and what was that?”

you looked at your feet, then back at him.

“i heard your conversation at the door to the lounge room. it wasn’t intentional, i was just waiting for you to finish talking so i could jump out and scare you. i heard you talking about a girl, how pretty her smile was, how you didn’t know how to talk to her,” you took an unconscious step toward him. “he told me who it was.”

johnny made a mental note to beat the shit out of gaz later. “i’m sorry, i told him not to. i didn’t want to ruin anything-“

he stopped as soon as you wrapped your arms around him, your head resting on his shoulder.

“don’t be sorry.”

“sorry.”

“you’re terrible.”

“i love you.”

you pulled away, eyes widened but your mouth smiling nonetheless. “i love you too.”

“you do?” he looked at you as if he was admiring you.

“i do. always have,” you hugged him again. when you pulled away, johnny was more than impatient as he grabbed your cheeks softly and pressed a kiss to your lips.

there was no desperation, it wasn’t like fireworks. it felt like home. something so familiar it almost gave you deja vu. his lips on yours felt nothing but right.

“do you have any idea how long i wanted to do that for?” he asked when you pulled away.

“if it’s as long as i have, then it must’ve been ages, huh?” you chuckled.

“stay the night?”

“as if i’d do anything different.”

a/n: he’s all i want just GIVE HIM TO MEEEEE

[maxinequigleyart]

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mctavish, played by Neil Ellice

Digital painting of our beloved Scottish soldier...💜

[confused-wanderer]

The taskforce was waiting for exfil.

Gaz has intervals where when sleep grips him he just dozed off, Roach is always tired and needs just like a white noise back ground and Soap immediately falls asleep when he has to be quiet or stop whatever he’s doing, like tapping his feet or doing anything that keeps him moving.

So when they’re all out of danger, waiting for extraction after pushing their body to the limit for five days, it’s only a matter of time. They’re all sitting on a bench inside, no wall to lean back against in an attempt to remain alert.

Gaz knocks out first, head landing on Soap’s shoulder whose sharpening his knife. Roach follows soon, succumbing quickly with the drowsy rhythm of Gaz’s soft snores and the sound of the metal slicing wood. Soap, stilling to ensure none of their sleep is disturbed and stuck being silent starts feeling his eyelids grow heavy an hour or two later.

He wanted to be on watch. Wanted to make sure nothing killed them because this was a side of them he wanted to protect. But slowly and surely, the knife becomes too heavy to hold, and he just has enough strength to put them aside before the silence softly claims him.

Ghost only steps in when soap starts nodding off, and sits back-to-back with him so soap can rest. He feels Johnny relax, lean against him heavily - his mind far too gone to truly comprehend what was going on, only that he was safe. A long sigh escapes Johnny’s lips before he drifts off, head lolling back and landing on Simon’s. And when Simon stiffens, it falls on his shoulder.

Simon can hear Johnny’s breathing along his jaw, can feel the slow and steady warm air against his neck and intertwines their fingers when he sees Soap’s white knuckles gripping the bench.

This was something Simon wanted to protect too.

[katzenmas]

pt.2 to my "simon riley is down bad for Johnny's little princess"

they were on leave, johnny invited simon over to his place in inverness, promising to take him hiking and fishing. when simon knocked on the door it was you who opened it, a graceful smile and a hand on his shoulder as you ushered him inside.

walking up the stairs to the guest room he was staying in was painful, with how tight his pants got the second you touched him. you talked to him, asking him if it was his first time in scotland, what kind of food he liked, all simon could do was grunt and nod, not trusting his voice, the images running through his mind were diabolical.

third day of his stay simon was sure he'd died and gone to heaven. you pranced around the house wearing skin tight shorts and one of johnny's old shirts, your hair put up messily as you swayed to whatever music was playing on the telly. it was getting hard to conceal his boners, simon was about fifty percent sure johnny noticed how he would always excuse himself when you touched him.

on the fourth day simon was woken up by a conversation you were having with johnny.

" c'mon lass you were the one that wanted this remember? why you backin' out now? leaving the poor fella with blue balls are ya?" you two were in the kitchen, johnny's hands on your hips as he was grinding against your backside, crowding you to the island.

" i know love but he's too shy! maybe he isn't ready? nothing he's done makes me sure that he would comfortable with it?" simon continued creeping around in the hallway, listening to a conversation he was sure was about him.

" bonnie you cannae be that stupid, poor lad is about to walk into an early grave if ya give him another boner" that caused heat to crawl up simon's face, he stood in the doorway, watching how johnny slid his hand up your shirt and tugged on your nipple, eliciting a moan so heavenly from your mouth that simon was already half hard in his sweats.

johnny looked behind him and his eyes zeroed in on simon, a wicked smile flashing on his face. suddenly he turned you around, a debauched look on your face as he put one hand on your chin and forced eye contact between you and the lieutenant.

" what do you say lt? ready to make this wet dreams of your's a reality?"

thats how simon ended up kneeling near the bed where you were sprawled out, johnny holding your pussy lips open as he made simon watch how your wetness was seeping from your slit.

" go on lt, she don't bite" that was all that simon needed, his nose was pressed into your wetness before the words were fully out of johnny's mouth. a groan left his pretty lips as he tasted you for the first time.

one of johnny's hands left your body and found themselves fisted in simon's hair, guiding his face around your wet cunt, whispering instructions on how to make you feel good.

"you should see what she looks like as she cums lt, might make you cream in your pants the noises she makes" johnny's hand in simon's hair tightened as the latter pushed his tongue into you, another mewl escaping your lips at the action.

soon enough you were squirming on the bed, your hands clawing at simon's shoulders as your first orgasm of the night washed over you. johnny didn't let the lieutenant up for a breath, forcing him to lap at your clit as you were coming down the waves of euphoria.

with a crazed look johnny ripped simon's head away from your wetness and brought him in for a kiss, tasting your juices on his tongue. simon started humping the leg of the bed, becoming near overstimulated as the kiss from johnny tipped him over the edge and he came. shuddering, whining and ruining his sweatpants in the process.

you crawled up from your laying position and cooed at simon, softly running your hands through his hair as johnny maneuvered the bigger man onto the bed. short, labored breaths fell out of simon's mouth as you started pawing at his shirt, slowly raising it up and cupping his chest. your fingers grazing his nipples, making simon's hips buck off the bed.

"such a good boy for us ain't he lass? look at him, all stupid in the head from eating your cunny and getting one kiss." johnny said as he crawled up onto the bed with you two, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he turned to his superior. "we ain't done here yet ghost".

your hands found simon's bulge and you started cupping him through his sweatpants. you let out a giggle as you felt his cock twitch at your touch. slowly you pushed your hand into his sweats and briefs, a small gasp leaving your mouth as you felt how big he was even half hard.

simon threw his head back and let out a deep groan the second your soft fingers touched him. his eyes trained on your lips as he leaned in to kiss you hungrily. it was messy and wet, with no real technique to it. simon just knew he needed to feel you.

"please love lemme put it in, please i'll make ya feel good" johnny chuckled at how the big bad scary ghost was asking his sweetheart to let him wet his dick.

"whaddya ken lassie? should we let him?" simon had tears brimming the corners of his eyes, johnny's taunting words and your touch being nearly enough to send him over the edge, the second you nodded simon was fumbling his pants down his legs.

both you and johnny stopped for a moment to admire just how thick and heavy simon's cock was. he was sliding it up and down your slit, small spurts of pre sliding from his tip and smearing all over your puffy lips and clit.

simon's hips stuttered the second his tip breached the entrance to your cunt. you were so warm, holding him there in a vice grip. johnny shushed you with placing kisses on your brow and the corner of your mouth, one of his hands coming down to play with your clit while you adjusted to the sheer size of simon's tip.

" look at him lassie, he's stretching you out so good" johnny groaned out and forced you to look down at where you and simon were connected. the lieutenant was shaking, it was taking everything in him not to just snap his hips into you and cum like a teenager.

" go on si, you can push in more" you whispered out and looked at him with so mich trust in your eyes that simon had to look away, suddenly feeling to exposed. instead he focused in sliding into you slowly, letting you get used to his size.

when he was fully sheathed in he started rocking his hips, slow and shallow at first, but speeding up as more noises started falling from your lips. he could hear johnny praising him, but simon couldn't make out the exact words, the ringing in his ears as your hot cunt swallowed him reverberated through his mind.

he pulled out, leaving only the tip in, just to piston into you. simon grabbed both yoir legs and threw your ankles over his shoulders, he hunched over you put you into a mating press.

" so. fucking. good. for. me. you take this cock like you were born for it" each word was in rhythm with his brutal strokes, the bed creaking under the force. johnny laughed and asked if simon was trying to fuck you inot the mattress.

the men both saw when your eyes rolled back and a dumb smile overtook your features. you fluttered around simon as he fucked you through your second orgasm of the night. johnny grunted and pushed his hand into his pants, pulling his angry, hard dick out and started lazily pumping it.

" go on then lt, gimme a show" a few more strokes and simon was pushing impossibly deep into you. the overstimulation causing you to sob as you felt his got seed shoot against your cervix.

he was shaking, his head was empty. simon rutted into you through his own overstimulation, riding out the last waves of his orgasm until it got painful. he slowly pulled out, watching his cum dribble out of your used cunt, and then collapsed onto the bed.

johnny patted his head and gave him a quick kiss. "good boy simon"

your boyfriend tutted as he watched the cum ooze out of you.

"not nice bonnie, simon here tried so hard to breed ya and you're lettin' it go to waste?" before you could even answer johnny pushed his cock into you, fucking simon's cum back into your hole.

simon watched the scene in front of him with hazy eyes, leaning over towards you at some point and sucking on your right nipple. your sweaty and spent body was so pliant for both men, you were like a little toy just for them to use and break.

" 's t' much johhny, cannae take it anymo'" your pleas were met with small, cruel laughs as johnny cooed at you and went faster.

simon found his hand creeping down to your cunt, his fingers skimming over your abused clit, making you sob louder.

with a final thrust johnny was growling as he pulled out and came onto simon's chest. little stray spurts landing on his chin. thats when you let out a scream and gushed.

johnny's blue eyes were dazed, watching your pussy gape around nothing, as your juices kept dribbling out.

"oh sweet girl, we made ya squirt" he said lovingly and placed a kiss on your forehead, momentarily leaving you and simon alone on the bed as he went to fetch a towel to clean both of you up.

you turned over to your side and wrapped your arms around simon's torso, your nose pressed in between his shoulder blades as your fingers traced faded scars on his hips.

johnny returned at some point, cleaned you up and laid behind you, his strong arms snaking around your waist and he pulled the covers over you three.

it was dead silent, you could hear johnny start to snore when simon spoke up.

" how long were you two planning this?" you giggled and pressed a kiss to his exposed back.

"johnny could hear you moan my name like a schoolboy every night. we made up our mind when you walked into the doors of the house. now sleep, you did so good today" simon nodded and closed his eyes, sleep overtaking his tired body.

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WELL HERE YA HAVE IT! im so down bad for sub! simon getting doted on by dom! johnny and switch! reader.

@konigslittleliebling you wanted to be tagged in pt. 2 and i tried to deliver🫡

[luminousbeings-crudematter]

I see Ghoap corrupting innocent, angel-like Reader, but what about Reader corrupting minding-their-own-business Ghoap huh?

What about Reader giving them everything they need to the point that they’ll do anything for her?

What about Reader treating them so so good, treating them with kindness and patience and love, giving them what they’ve never had before, only to turn them into her guard dogs who’ll die (and kill) for her?

[saturncodedstarlette]

Philip Graves : I bet you guys can’t make a sentence without the letter “A”

Soap : You thought you just did something there didn’t you? Well sorry to burst your bubble but numerous sentences could be constructed without employment the first letter of the English lexicon 🙄

Ghost : Fuck you.

[katz-chow]

always there

synopsis: johnny takes care of you after you donated blood 🏷| gn!reader, blood donation, ambiguous relationship, fainting, cheesy

a/n: donated blood and didn’t feel good right after. father figure to the rescue right after and now i’m just trudging on thru the trenches. this one's short, sorry. but it's still prompt 11! @glitterypirateduck

during college, you made it a routine to give blood consistently. either whole blood, platelets, or plasma, you also found yourself the victim of many pin pricks, much like a sewing holder.

this time around was no different. except you had forgotten all about the appointment and hadn’t noticed until that morning.

breakfast was forgotten about as you continued to drive to the store, preparing for the next week. until a text notification pinged on your phone, mounted on the car dash.

your eyes widen as you got to the store with more urgency, determined to finish shopping before the appointment time came. it ended great as you hurried home, checking your phone periodically to see if any of your friends are available to drive you home from the blood bank.

to no avail, you frown but got ready to go anyway. you filled your cold water bottle and left the house, driving silently to the medical center.

as soon as you got in, everything went fine. you hardly looked at your phone and instead had watched the screen playing some action movie. over to your right arm , the tubing was dark and crimson with blood at as it filled the blood pouch rocking back and forth.

the phlebotomist came and checked your arm, blood flowing slowly and thick from your lack of fluid and food in your system. you sighed as you felt the blood escape from you, instantaneously tired and woozy.

“clever body, how fascinating…” you say to yourself as the machine next to you beep uncontrollably. lifting your head up to look at it, you felt your body freeze over like ice and your eyes rolled back.

next thing you know, you’re laying limp on the chair as the phlebotomists crowd around you, checking vitals, calling your name, and icing you down.

you respond weakly and gave a thumbs up. your heart thundered in your ears as you feel the large gauge needle being pulled out of your arm and bandages being wrapped around. however, you blinked a few times, feeling for sure that your eyes were indeed open, you started to panic as your vision fly away from you.

“hey, hey it’s okay. your eyes are still rolled back, it’s okay.” one voice rang out, breathless and on your right.

another voice rang out on your left side and you turned your head over to her as cold sweats fell from your body. “is there someone we can call?”

you nodded and slowly reached for your phone in your lap, pulling it out and handing it to the empty space in front of you as you laid limp against the reclined chair. “john mactavish…”

your breathing felt heavy and labored as they continued to cool you down. your eyelids were closed now and your movements slow, trying to prevent another fainting spell.

light entered through your eyelids and you slowly opened your eyes, your stomach growling in hunger. the phlebotomists look at you, judgmentally, side glances at you.

you groan and look at the clock to the side, embarassed by how loud your stomach is and how the fake-nice healthcare workers treat you with. you were treading on their lunch hour, which is why you were treated as such.

there’s a certain different type of weighting shame that comes with giving blood and the aftermath. how weak you feel, how ill prepared you are, and the fact that it seems like no one wants you here at all. well one person does, as a kind older woman drops off a sympathetic bag of chips.

you give her a weak smile, not much you can do other than just sit there and just try and get better. at some point you don’t even remember why you're still sitting there, legs up and an instant ice pack placed on your forehead.

"there you are hen, got your call." a familiar voice calls out to you as you tilt your head up just a bit, following the sound of the voice. a handsome scotsman faces you with a weak smile. almost instantly, a boost of energy rushes through you and you sit up quickly and push yourself to the edge of the chair.

"hi, johnny...i'm sorry you have to be here." you mumbled to him as you let him wrap an arm over you and help you up.

"can you walk?" he asks gently, grabbing your purse and nodding a curt goodbye to the workers there as he guides you out and into his car.

you, feeling quite a little a lot of a loser, shook him off and proceeded to walk out and towards your car, "i can take myself home, johnny. it's okay, i can drive..."

johnny, taking none of your nonsense, proceeded to catch up to you, like it was hard, and blocked you from your path. you looked up at him, and grumbled something while pushing him gently away. "i don't want to bother you anymore than i need to."

he frowned at this silly statement you put out as you continue to push on his chest. he chuckled a bit at your weak attempts, clearly not feeling well as the sun makes your face scrunch up and your punches are not as hard as he knows they can be. "i'll take care of you, okay? we'll get food on the way and you can stay at my place."

he looked at you and brushed your hair away from your forehead. "don't fight it. i'm right here"

indeed you were when you're sitting on his counter top, watching as he makes you dinner. the music blared through his speaker as you scroll through your phone, searching for a movie to watch.

suddenly, bored of your search, you looked up and saw his backside. how the cotton of his tshirt stretched over his muscles so nicely, how with every movement, you saw his muscles contract and pull, beckoning you to come closer.

he felt you staring and he turned his head back from the stove just a bit, catching your glance with a wink. you huffed out a shy laugh and continued to scroll through your phone.

you see his turn to you, thinking he needed to get something next to you. instead, you see his get closer to you and cage you in with his arms against the counter top next to you. you peak up from behind your phone and look at him, a grin on his face. "stop looking at me."

"i'm not..." you replied, hiding your face behind your phone.

he laughed and leaned closer to you, both his palms held your cheeks now, opting to squeeze and feel how soft they were. "don't lie, to me bonnie."

you blushed, not knowing what to say. you put down your phone next to you, your hands running along his forearms and then resting them upon the back of his, still on your cheeks. "thanks for being there for me."

he chuckled at you and kissed your forehead gently, yet a bit longer than anyone would, savoring it. "i told you, i'll always be there for ya."

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[cumikering]

Possessive bf Soap x reader 3

2k | fluff, swearing Home: Dating Soap (Part 1) (Part 4/5)

“Did you mean that?” Soap grabbed your shoulders. “What you just said?”

“Yes?” you hesitated.

He sighed with a grin, pulling you in again. “Say it again, lass. Been waiting to hear it forever.”

“I like you, Johnny. I like you a lot. I really do,” you mumbled, your warm face pressed into his shoulder.

He groaned, giving you a squeeze. “Fuck, that feels so good to hear.”

“Why’d it take you so long to say anything?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he retorted.

You looked up at him, slapping his chest a little too hard. “You dafty! You said you don’t want to date, always making fun of me for wanting to!”

He gave you a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry.”

“Well?”

“I was so scared to tell you,” he began. “The better the friendship, the higher the stakes. It’s far easier to be on the safe side of things, you know. In case you don’t feel the same, or if it doesn’t work out, because then I’ll just end up losing everything. And I’d really, fucking hate to lose you.”

You always liked seeing his soft side. “I’m happy you feel the same.”

“So what now?” he said, voice filled with hope.

“First off, I need to know just what prank you pulled on Daniel.”

Soap sighed in defeat. He knew you were going to ask eventually. “Well, he’s married, so I-”

“What the hell! How did you know this?” Your brows furrowed. “Did you stalk him?”

“No, I got the tech department to look him up. I know I’m not supposed to tell you, but it’s mad how easy it is. It’s literally just a few clicks away.” He added quickly, “But I only started doing this since Randy.”

You blinked. “Randy?”

“Ehm, Nathan, but that’s his fake name. He’s a scammer, so I guess I scared him off when I said I was meeting Theo who got a lead on him.”

“Oh God, so what you said wasn’t just rubbish? He did look like he was sincerely ill after you left. I thought that’s because he was upset you interrupted us.” You couldn’t help laughing. “But why him?”

“It was my last ditch effort. You already saw him a few times, and I was worried you were going to become an item…” he trailed off. “I was jealous,” he confessed in a small voice.

You huffed. “But that’s not okay you snooped around like that. It’s none of your business at all.”

“I know, I felt guilty doing that. In a sick way I’m glad I found something so I could justify my borderline creepy behaviour.”

“True, but you’re really lucky you turned out busting these arseholes. Because otherwise you know I’d be fucking furious, yeah?”

He hung his head. “I promise I won’t do it again.”

“Better not. No much a point doing background research on yourself.”

His eyes twinkled. “Is that what I think it means?”

You gave him a mischievous smile before turning on your heels, walking further down the street. “I’m still hungry. Buy me pizza, Johnny.”

He spun you by the wrist, looking down at you. “If you’re mine, give me a kiss.”

The intensity of his blue eyes sent your heart racing. “Promise me one thing?”

“Anything,” he breathed out.

“Clean up your place. It’s always such a big mess.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you.

You crushed on Soap all over again - how could you not? He trailed behind you constantly, like a blue-eyed puppy, but now with the licence to. He didn’t have to make up excuses to spend time with you anymore, and he was having the time of his life.

“What’s going to happen if I miss you too much?” You clung to him the morning of his next deployment.

The sun barely peeked over the horizon, yet Soap was already up in his uniform while you just got out of his bed.

“That’s fine.” He smiled, rubbing your back. “I know I’ll miss you more, so at least you know I’ll suffer more.”

You had apprehensions about how long distance was going to work, but you didn’t realise parting with him would be so hard. He’d gone on countless missions over the years, yet for the first time you were near to tears about him going away.

“Don’t eat all the brownies in one sitting.”

You’d baked him a batch of brownies the night before and wrapped them individually for the road. You knew how much he loved to snack.

His chest rumbled in laughter against you, completely ignoring the comment as he had other plans in mind. “I’ll call and text as much as I can.” He kissed your forehead.

Soap promised and delivered. Sure, his fond texts came at the wildest hours, but they quenched the longing regardless. He’d given you the keys to his place too, for if you ever wanted to lie around in his bed. With bits and pieces of him surrounding you, the times he was away didn’t feel so bad after all.

When he was back in town, he was eager to please, clingy in the best way. You didn’t complain because you wanted him just so. Everything he did had a loving undertone to it, or maybe it was always there all these years, but you never noticed.

“You want popcorn? I’ll make some for you,” he said as you both cuddled on the couch with a film on. “Don’t have to pause it for me.” He disappeared into the kitchen.

A few moments after, the air reeked of burning. You poked your head in the kitchen. “Johnny, what’s that smell?”

“What smell?” He looked up.

“Oh my God, Johnny! It’s smoking!” You rushed in, turning off the heat which he’d cranked to infinity. “It’s a stove, not a furnace!”

A cloud of pitch black smoke rose up as he lifted the lid. “It wasn’t popping so I turned it up!” he defended.

You laughed. “Guess we’re having charcoal to snack on.”

Soap pouted.

“It’s fine, Johnny.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek. “We can have something else. But you’re scrubbing the bloody pot clean because you’ve somehow managed to burn it to absolute oblivion too.”

Soap’s acts of service didn’t go unnoticed even that they didn’t always turn out. One day when you were under the weather, he’d asked you to stay over so he could take care of you, even going as far as cooking his mum’s soup for you. You admired his efforts as you knew how much he didn’t like cooking.

“Lass, come have a look!”

You entered the kitchen to him beaming proudly by the stove. You peered over the pot and bit your lower lip.

“I love you so much,” you began. “But fuck me, Johnny. You’ve got the uncanny ability to make everything look like prison food.”

“Och, piss off. I know it tastes good.” He took a spoonful of the chunky soup and eyed you sideways. A second after, he held a cough in and blinked a few times as he struggled to swallow. But it’s Soap, so he wasn’t going to admit to his fuck ups. “If you don’t want it, I’ll have it,” he mumbled, looking away.

He insisted on buying you takeaway down the street, so you did what you could to salvage his soup while he was gone.

“Had some of it. It’s nice Johnny, thank you.” You slid a bowl over to him, stroking his hair.

“I told ye,” he said with a small pout before grabbing the spoon. After a bite, he looked up at you with an apologetic smile, acknowledging the assist.

You shook your head as you chuckled, digging into your own bowl.

“Johnny, I need to ask. How much salt did you put in the soup?” you asked as you dried the dishes.

“One teaspoon, just like what the recipe calls for.”

“Are you sure you put in one?”

“Affirmative. This much.” He grabbed the salt container, holding up the heapingest heap of salt that has ever heaped in a teaspoon.

“Johnny, that’s a dump truck, not a teaspoon.”

“Fuck off.” He laughed as he tickled your sides.

“I’ll write you recipes with detailed instructions,” you managed through your giggling fits. “I’ll even illustrate what a teaspoon worth is supposed to look like.”

He stopped, hands resting on your waist. “Why don’t you move in? So we can cook together every time.”

“W- what?”

“Move in with me.” He pressed his forehead against yours. “I love having you around.”

Familiarity made you move fast, perhaps too fast, but it felt right. Everything felt right with him, especially when he took you home on his next leave. You’d met his family countless of times when you were still in school, but seeing them with the new title made you a hint nervous nonetheless.

“Och, hen. So good to see you again!” Mrs. Mactavish pulled you in for a hug right after she opened the door. “I was so happy when Johnny told me!”

Soap’s open arms were met with the chilly wind. ”Maw!” he protested.

She laughed, beaconing for him to join the hug. “Get in here.”

His mum took your hand, leading you to the house you hadn’t seen in a long time. The corridor was quite literally a memory lane. Your steps slowed as you admired the framed photos on the wall. Most were of his family – Soap striking silly poses with his parents on holiday, and his yearbook photos over the years you always teased him for. He had a different hairstyle in each one until he settled for his signature mohawk in fifth year. Further along the wall hung new ones of him and his bright blue eyes, standing proud in his SAS uniform.

Mrs. Mactavish squeezed your hand. “Look how handsome my baby is,” she cooed, running a hand down the most recent photo.

You turned to him smiling gently at you. The photos didn’t come close to representing how striking he truly was.

“Let’s have lunch now.” She tugged at you, leading you further in. “I made your favourite.”

Not much had changed. The couches were still there, the rugs the same, even the way that his mum always cooked too much when you came over. That day, it looked like she made enough to last the rest of the week.

Sitting at the dining table felt like slipping into a time machine. On the same wooden chairs with floral upholstery, under the frosted glass pendant light, Soap had spent many hours there teaching you chemistry and maths, subjects he excelled at. But now with his tender gaze as he held your hand under the table, you knew this was meant to be.

That night, you squeezed together in his bed looking up the indie band posters from his teenage years. It was your first time seeing them from that angle. Nostalgia swept over you again, and you couldn’t help feeling a touch emotional.

“I know it looks blatantly obvious my maw can’t love you any more, but I hope you don’t let it get to yer head because I know I’m still her favourite.”

You rolled your eyes. “Okay, mama’s boy.”

“But you can rest assured no one loves you more than I do.” He kissed your forehead.

You turned to him, beaming.

“I think had I not gone to SAS, we’d have been together soon after we graduated. We would have been here years ago already.”

“How so?”

“It took me some time before I realised I liked you, and that was in SAS, but it didn’t allow me enough time to turn us into a couple, only friends.” He glanced at you. “By the time you moved to the city, we were such good friends already. I wanted so much more, but I feel we walked down the wrong path, and I didn’t know how to change that, so I just… did nothing. I'm sorry for taking so long.”

“I’ve got no regrets, Johnny. I’m happy we’re together now. I can’t ask for anything better.” You smiled against his lips.

Taglist: @sofasoap @thewizardarson @liyanahelena @kenma-izhu

[magnanimousmuse]

Soap’s actor, Neil Ellice, shared a very romantic edit of soap and ghost with mitski’s my love mine all mine and I think that’s really fucking cute.