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pfhwrittes · 13 days

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the aftermath.

rating: mature audiences.

pairing: john "soap" mactavish x simon "ghost" riley.

word count: 1.8k

notable tags / warnings: transgender john "soap" mactavish, fluff, humour, very light angst, references to offscreen sex, egregious use of scots, banter, swearing.

A/N: i wrote this instead of sleeping, it was meant to be the set up for another part of my trans!soap drabbles but it took a wild left turn into feelsville and so no actual smut occurs in this fic. however, it is funny and fluffy (in my opinion). as always this can be considered to be very lightly edited so typos and weird grammatical goofs are likely to remain so for that i apologise.

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unsurprisingly, it’s kyle that catches on and confronts him the following afternoon as johnny pushes some truly god awful looking peas around his tray in the mess.

“so, who’d you fuck last night then mate?”

kyle plunks himself into the seat opposite johnny, dropping his tray with a clatter. the shepherd’s pie on his tray sags slightly and johnny feels a disarming bolt of empathy for the oozing mince and potato blob. sue him, he’s still feeling a little tender in places, alright? not that he’ll be admitting that to garrick of all people.

“dunno what you’re oan about pal.” johnny sniffs and pokes a particularly dehydrated pea with his fork. there we go, nice and breezy. no need to give the game away son.

kyle scoffs and aims a kick at johnny’s shin under the table.

“oi! ya fuckin’ roaster, the fuck wis that for!”

“i know you fucked someone last night. price was complaining about the stink in his office this morning.” kyle points his fork at johnny’s chest accusingly.

well, shit. johnny knew he should’ve got simon to crack the window before he got fucked seven ways from sunday. again, not that garrick needed to know that particular practical tid-bit of organising a secret rendez-vouz with your superior officer.

johnny clears his throat nonchalantly and picks the spot over kyle’s left ear to address.

“who’s to say it wasnae the captain gettin’ some last night?”

the look kyle directs at johnny could probably be used to store clean cut finnish ice directly from fucking lapland with how freezing it is.

“because he was with me, you tosspot.”

johnny can’t help the way his face slips from carefully blank neutrality into something a wee bit more salacious.

“oh aye, is that right?” johnny abandons looking at kyle’s ear to shoot him the dirtiest smirk he can muster.

“fuck off mactavish.” kyle scowls, “you know what i meant. he was watching the bloody footie with me.”

“is that what you kids are callin’ it these days, eh?” johnny waggles his eyebrows knowingly just to watch kyle glare even harder as he leans forwards to stab johnny in the chest with his fork.

“hey! mind the nipples, they’re fuckin’ custom! i spent money on these things!” johnny pouts and rubs gingerly at his top, pulling a face as he smears mashed potato into the fabric. gross garrick.

“shut up, you got ‘em on the NHS like everyone else, you dickhead.” kyle shoots back.

what was sure to be a brilliantly witty retort gets silenced as price appears from nowhere, glowering down at his two sergeants like he’s just found two of his wayward puppies rolling in something long dead and incredibly pungent.

“mactavish. a word.”

johnny gulps and shoots kyle a betrayed look as soon as price’s back is turned.

“oh sorry mate. must’ve slipped my mind. captain’s looking for you.” kyle grins, looking for all the world like butter wouldn’t melt in that clever wee mouth of his.

bastard.

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johnny does not fidget. not even once. he’s cool, he’s calm, he’s co-

“it was reported that you were seen leaving this office - my office - at 0300 hours this morning, sergeant.” price rumbles from behind the - his - desk.

-mpletely and utterly fucked.

and not in the way he was only twelve hours previous. in this very room. over that very same desk. steamin’ jesus.

johnny pointedly does not meet price’s gaze, instead he continues staring at the cinderblock behind his captain’s shoulder like it contains the secrets of the universe. or perhaps a false brick that when nudged just right would open a portal to hell under his feet.

the chair under price’s bulk creaks as he settles back, watching for any sign of guilt or admission. the cigar propped on the edge of the cut glass ashtray sends a smoky tendril into the air as it drifts lazily to the window that johnny can see is cracked open a fraction in his peripheral vision.

“nothing to say, sergeant?” price’s voice is deceptively soft and a shudder runs up johnny’s spine unbidden. fuuuuuuck. the way he sees it, he’s either fucked once if he admits to being somewhere he very much shouldn’t have been with company he definitely shouldn’t have been fraternising with, or fucked twice if he tries to deny it without knowing all the facts. he is, as the big bastard himself would say, in a spot tighter than a nun’s cunt.

johnny swallows drily, preparing to take possibly the stupidest risk of his career and possibly his life so far, when a solid knock on the closed door saves him. thank christ. his heart soars -

“enter.” price commands.

almost immediately the hulking figure and current cause of johnny’s predicament steps through the door near silently to stand shoulder to shoulder with johnny. just a hair too close to be considered professional.

“lieutenant riley, good of you to join us.”

- and promptly falls out his arse.

good to know that there was a third and far worse option available to him.

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centuries or possibly even aeons later, a knock rouses johnny from the light doze he’d slipped into immediately after clambering into the tiny twin bed provided in his room. sent away from price’s office in disgrace, the sounds of his shouting still ringing in his ears. but even worse, the way that simon - ghost - simon had refused to even look at johnny before he turned on his heel and stalked down the corridor. away from him.

“nngh.” johnny grunts intelligently and swipes a slightly tacky palm over his face before letting it drop to brush against the worn carpet tiles. fuck getting up to let price in here to yell at him some more, or to deal with gaz’s kicked puppy look. he’ll stay exactly where he is ta very much, despite the way a spring in the lumpy mattress is poking into his right kidney something fierce. and the fact that now he’s awake he could do with a drink to rinse away the gummy feeling in his mouth. eurgh.

the knock sounds again.

“fer fucks sake, come in then ya -” johnny calls out grumpily, lifting his head from the pillow and his eyes flying open so he can glare at the door from his supine position.

and once again, simon “here to make shit worse for him specifically” riley steps through the door.

“- prick.” johnny finishes weakly. oh. well this is awkward.

simon hums quietly in agreement and quietly shuts the door with his foot. johnny blinks, not entirely sure if he’s agreeing with being called a prick or if the situation is awkward.

“bit o’ both really.” simon rumbles. ah, right yeah. johnny’s always had a habit of saying the first few thoughts that pop into his head immediately after being woken up. always makes one night stands a bit awkward in the mornings.

“hm. is that the reason you’ve never let me stay the night then?” simon asks as he drops heavily into the tactically acquired chair in the corner of the room paying no mind to the fact he’s sitting on johnny’s freshly laundered skivvies.

“somethin’ like that, aye.” johnny swallows awkwardly, christ he needs a drink of water, “that an’ i thought we’d get -”

“caught.” simon finishes tiredly.

johnny huffs out a sound that if he was being charitable could be considered a laugh under the right circumstances. this isn’t the right circumstances. obviously.

“aye. yeah. that an’ all.”

a silence stretches between the two of them then. it’s uncomfortable to say the least, aching in a similar way to johnny’s neck as he continues to peer at simon, who is sagging like a half-empty rucksack. johnny lets his head drop back onto the flat pillow underneath him so he can gaze sightlessly up at the water stained ceiling tile. what a fuckin’ mess.

“‘m sorry.”

it’s said so quietly johnny could half believe he imagined it.

“‘s not yer fault, don’t worry about it.” johnny says flatly to the water mark on the ceiling. he closes one eye and squints, hm. looks a bit like a pair of knickers like that. johnny hears simon take a steadying breath from across the space. oh. johnny opens both eyes and lifts his head, his expression carefully blank.

simon is hunched over now, his elbows resting on his thick thighs and he’s staring fixedly at the carpet just in front of his boots, purposefully avoiding johnny’s eyes.

“simon?” it’s a gentle nudge but johnny watches as simon’s broad shoulders tense up, his biceps flexing as he fidgets with his clasped hands. oh. that’s more of an admission of guilt or responsibility than anything simon could say. johnny knows this man, inside and out at this point. he’s economical with movement in a way that can only ever be learned through being completely aware of your size and surroundings. never a fidgeter. always still. always controlled.

“‘m sorry.” simon repeats quietly, allowing his head to hang down and exposing the soft nape of his neck where his balaclava gapes away from his shirt. in better circumstances johnny would get up and chance a kiss on his exposed skin just to hear him make a soft pleased noise that always reminds johnny of a cat purring out a raspy mrrr of contentment.

“did ye go to price an’ tell him then?” johnny asks levelly despite the way his heart has suddenly decided to reside in his large intestine again for the second time today.

simon’s head jerks up and he frowns.

“no - i - no.” simon states firmly and johnny takes a shuddering breath. good.

“good.” he says out loud. “i didnae think ye would.” johnny tacks on just to watch some of the tension in simon’s shoulders leak away. the urge to comfort simon wells up behind johnny’s ribs, it’s a tender thing and it makes johnny’s breath hitch a little unsteadily. he sighs dramatically to cover it and flops his head back onto the pillow again.

“c’mon then, get over here ya big bastard.” johnny orders faux-peevishly.

“what.”

johnny groans and rolls his eyes. simon can be unbelievably dense when it comes to intimacy that doesn’t involve being bent over the nearest suitable surface sometimes.

“‘mon then, i want a cuddle before price decides to split us up for the rest of our careers.” johnny raises his arms and makes a grabbing motion much like a wee toddler would to demand being picked up. johnny tries not to be insulted when that seems to be the reason that simon hefts himself to his feet to stand awkwardly at the side of the bed.

“‘m not gonna fit.” he states and johnny rolls his eyes again.

“sure ye will, just don’t squash my tits, alright?”

there’s a pause before simon states in his usual blunt manner -

“how th’ fuck am i meant to do that, you ‘ad ‘em chopped off at eighteen.”

and for some reason that makes johnny burst into relieved laughter.

aye, they’ll be alright.

#simon ghost riley x john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #call of duty fanfic #jm #sr #transgender john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley is a bit of a secret marshmallow #kyle gaz garrick is a little shit #john price is annoyed by his subordinates (again)#and i decided to write this instead of sleeping #scheduled post #please forgive any spelling errors i beg of you #surprise! posting this instead of my usual WIP Wednesday snippet

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bilbao-song · 1 year

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secret rocker santa tips & suggestions

since we’re just now getting started with secret rocker santa, here is a list of ideas for things you could discuss (or do) as santa with your partners! you can ask/do/talk about anything you want, but these are just a few suggestions in case you’re having trouble thinking of a place to start, or just want a few ideas for keeping the conversation going:

ask about their favorite bands/musicians:

figure out which ones you have in common and discuss those! you could ask questions about your favorite albums, concerts you would like to go to, favorite band members...anything at all! the main focus of this project is music, so you’ll probably be able to find a lot to talk about where that’s concerned :)

ask them for recommendations! most of you have been matched first and foremost based on your taste in music and bands you already like, but in some cases, people have also been matched with fans of bands they expressed interest in learning about. either way, there are probably some things that you could introduce each other to!

if you need some ideas for music-related questions to ask, i once made an ask game with music questions, so you could try some of those! really any ask game at all would be a good reference for fun ice breaker questions to ask your partner(s) :)

just get to know them:

learn about their other interests, what they like to do in their spare time, etc.

ask about their day!

ask seasonal questions!

find out what holiday(s) they celebrate (if any) and ask what they like to do to celebrate/what they’re doing this year/etc.

play games!

ask them for their top 3/top 5/top 10 _______, ask “would you rather...” questions, anything like that! basically any traditional sleepover games might be a good idea, or anything else you come up with! :^)

get creative!

while you certainly don’t have to send any actual gifts of any kind, you definitely have the option to! you could send your partner:

art

writing

gifs

edits

just photos of their favorite bands/musicians/etc. that you would like to share or discuss :)

anything else you think they might like!

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