#thank u emp for the history teacher suggestion

[mylarena]

ghost coming home to see soap cleaning the house and dancing to music and using a broom as a microphone.

so he walks in through the door after work, bone-tired, and hears muffled music from the living room, slips his shoes off and puts them by the door, takes off his face mask, and follows the sound. when he reaches the doorway, hes met with the sight of their living room in minor disarray, clean floors, and his husband swaying his hips to the beat of whatever pop song hes listening to. he leans against the door frame, crossing his arms, and looks at johnny with an amused and impossibly fond gaze.

“-oh-oh-oh-oh! ca-li-for-nia girls, we’re unforgettable! daisy dukes, bikinis on top-”

johnny is entirely oblivious to the man lurking behind him, instead completely absorbed in his performance. he sings along to the music, (only a bit off-key, in his opinion,) dancing and swinging his hips while gripping a broomstick in his hands to use as if it were a microphone. his sweeping has been long forgotten.

“-fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock! west coast represent, now put your hands up! oh-oh--OH-”

he spins around with the music, startling when he sees simon in the doorway watching him. simon suppresses a snicker as johnny places a hand over his heart.

“hell’s fuckin’ bells, si! how long have you been there?!”

“long enough to enjoy the show. you get distracted?”

he gestures at the furniture that’s been pushed against the walls to be swept under, quirking an eyebrow at johnny. the man let out a huff and rolled his eyes, leaning the broom against the wall and pausing his music. he approaches simon, who uncrosses his arms and places his hands on his waist. johnny reaches up and rests his arms on his husband’s shoulders, clasping his hands behind his head.

“aye, a bit. caught up in the music. how was work?”

he leans up to place a peck on simon’s lips, following it up with several across his cheek and jaw. simon tilts his head and nuzzles his nose against johnny’s. he lets him tilt his head up to place an kiss on the underside of his chin, then tugs him a bit closer, closes his eyes, and tips his head back down to rest their foreheads together. he lets out a weary sigh.

“exhausting. the kids were particularly wild today. almost like they didn’t want to learn about the great depression.”

“wonder why.”

johnny, never one to keep still for long, starts to sway back and forth, bringing simon along with him. simon follows along with no thought of doing anything else. truly, simon would follow johnny anywhere, no questions asked.

they stay like that for a while- holding each other close, swaying left and right to a melody in the silence that only they can hear, whispering sweet words and pressing tender kisses to each others faces.

#myposting #mydrabbles #soaptag #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghost/soap #soap/ghost #ghoap #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #thank u emp for the history teacher suggestion #and the dancing idea #god i love them