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November 27, 2025 at 8:44 PM
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Oh my GOD they were roommates—
November 27, 2025 at 12:38 PM
Oh my GOD they were roommates—
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#ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #simonghostriley #johnsoapmactavish #johnnysoapmactavish #johnnymactavish #johnmactavish #soapmactavish #simonriley #ghostriley #ghost #soap #codfic #callofduty #threadfic #fluff #firstkiss #soft #ghostxsoap #soapxghost
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#ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #simonghostriley #johnsoapmactavish #johnnysoapmactavish #johnnymactavish #johnmactavish #soapmactavish #simonriley #ghostriley #ghost #soap #codfic #callofduty #threadfic #fluff #firstkiss #soft #ghostxsoap #soapxghost
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November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
let out a breath. Didn’t realize he’d been holding it.
“You’re such a twat,” he muttered.
Johnny grinned. “Takes one to kiss one.”
Well... with an invite like that... who was he to refuse? (44/45)
“You’re such a twat,” he muttered.
Johnny grinned. “Takes one to kiss one.”
Well... with an invite like that... who was he to refuse? (44/45)
November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
let out a breath. Didn’t realize he’d been holding it.
“You’re such a twat,” he muttered.
Johnny grinned. “Takes one to kiss one.”
Well... with an invite like that... who was he to refuse? (44/45)
“You’re such a twat,” he muttered.
Johnny grinned. “Takes one to kiss one.”
Well... with an invite like that... who was he to refuse? (44/45)
It felt like an eternity had passed and yet no time at all when Simon pulled back a few inches, just far enough to see his face.
“Why didn’t you go?” he asked.
Johnny looked up at him, eyes wide, voice barely a whisper. “Didn’t want to leave you here. Not if you were staying.”
Simon (43/45)
“Why didn’t you go?” he asked.
Johnny looked up at him, eyes wide, voice barely a whisper. “Didn’t want to leave you here. Not if you were staying.”
Simon (43/45)
November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
It felt like an eternity had passed and yet no time at all when Simon pulled back a few inches, just far enough to see his face.
“Why didn’t you go?” he asked.
Johnny looked up at him, eyes wide, voice barely a whisper. “Didn’t want to leave you here. Not if you were staying.”
Simon (43/45)
“Why didn’t you go?” he asked.
Johnny looked up at him, eyes wide, voice barely a whisper. “Didn’t want to leave you here. Not if you were staying.”
Simon (43/45)
No teeth, no heat. Just lips pressed together like they’d been waiting for this—holding it back through months of bullshit and noise and closeness neither of them could escape. (42/45)
November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
No teeth, no heat. Just lips pressed together like they’d been waiting for this—holding it back through months of bullshit and noise and closeness neither of them could escape. (42/45)
Johnny didn’t move.
“Do you want this?” Simon asked, voice nearly gone.
Johnny nodded. "Do you?"
Simon didn't answer in words. Just leaned in, closing the distance as his eyes fluttered shut and their lips brushed. It was softer than either of them probably expected. (41/45)
“Do you want this?” Simon asked, voice nearly gone.
Johnny nodded. "Do you?"
Simon didn't answer in words. Just leaned in, closing the distance as his eyes fluttered shut and their lips brushed. It was softer than either of them probably expected. (41/45)
November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
Johnny didn’t move.
“Do you want this?” Simon asked, voice nearly gone.
Johnny nodded. "Do you?"
Simon didn't answer in words. Just leaned in, closing the distance as his eyes fluttered shut and their lips brushed. It was softer than either of them probably expected. (41/45)
“Do you want this?” Simon asked, voice nearly gone.
Johnny nodded. "Do you?"
Simon didn't answer in words. Just leaned in, closing the distance as his eyes fluttered shut and their lips brushed. It was softer than either of them probably expected. (41/45)
didn’t answer.
Just stepped in. One hand curled at Johnny’s hoodie. The other hovered, hesitated, then settled at his jaw. Warm skin. Shallow breath. Close. So fucking close, he could see every shade of blue in the man's eyes—clear as frost and bright as the summer sky. (40/45)
Just stepped in. One hand curled at Johnny’s hoodie. The other hovered, hesitated, then settled at his jaw. Warm skin. Shallow breath. Close. So fucking close, he could see every shade of blue in the man's eyes—clear as frost and bright as the summer sky. (40/45)
November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
didn’t answer.
Just stepped in. One hand curled at Johnny’s hoodie. The other hovered, hesitated, then settled at his jaw. Warm skin. Shallow breath. Close. So fucking close, he could see every shade of blue in the man's eyes—clear as frost and bright as the summer sky. (40/45)
Just stepped in. One hand curled at Johnny’s hoodie. The other hovered, hesitated, then settled at his jaw. Warm skin. Shallow breath. Close. So fucking close, he could see every shade of blue in the man's eyes—clear as frost and bright as the summer sky. (40/45)
Close enough to notice the way his fingers twitched at his sides in anticipation, like he'd been secretly hoping for this. Neither moved, hardly daring to *breathe*—
“Right,” Johnny said, after a long moment. “This is the part where we both pretend it doesn’t mean anything, yeah?”
Simon (39/45)
“Right,” Johnny said, after a long moment. “This is the part where we both pretend it doesn’t mean anything, yeah?”
Simon (39/45)
November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
Close enough to notice the way his fingers twitched at his sides in anticipation, like he'd been secretly hoping for this. Neither moved, hardly daring to *breathe*—
“Right,” Johnny said, after a long moment. “This is the part where we both pretend it doesn’t mean anything, yeah?”
Simon (39/45)
“Right,” Johnny said, after a long moment. “This is the part where we both pretend it doesn’t mean anything, yeah?”
Simon (39/45)
though. Thought we could use more festive spirit."
The air shifted. Warmer now, like the radiator finally kicked in. They were standing too close. Close enough that Simon could see the freckle on Johnny’s cheekbones. (38/45)
The air shifted. Warmer now, like the radiator finally kicked in. They were standing too close. Close enough that Simon could see the freckle on Johnny’s cheekbones. (38/45)
November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
though. Thought we could use more festive spirit."
The air shifted. Warmer now, like the radiator finally kicked in. They were standing too close. Close enough that Simon could see the freckle on Johnny’s cheekbones. (38/45)
The air shifted. Warmer now, like the radiator finally kicked in. They were standing too close. Close enough that Simon could see the freckle on Johnny’s cheekbones. (38/45)
Johnny looked back at him, face unreadable. “You put that up?”
“Don’t be daft.”
“You sure?”
Simon gave him a long, steady look. "More likely that *you* put it up."
Johnny grinned—small. A little sheepish. “Could’ve been the Mistletoe Fairy.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Still tradition, (37/45)
“Don’t be daft.”
“You sure?”
Simon gave him a long, steady look. "More likely that *you* put it up."
Johnny grinned—small. A little sheepish. “Could’ve been the Mistletoe Fairy.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Still tradition, (37/45)
November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
Johnny looked back at him, face unreadable. “You put that up?”
“Don’t be daft.”
“You sure?”
Simon gave him a long, steady look. "More likely that *you* put it up."
Johnny grinned—small. A little sheepish. “Could’ve been the Mistletoe Fairy.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Still tradition, (37/45)
“Don’t be daft.”
“You sure?”
Simon gave him a long, steady look. "More likely that *you* put it up."
Johnny grinned—small. A little sheepish. “Could’ve been the Mistletoe Fairy.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“Still tradition, (37/45)
Simon's gaze followed the line of his hand—
—where, above the doorframe, a crooked scrap of plastic mistletoe hung from a loop of scotch tape. Dusty. Wilting. Obviously fake. It hadn’t been there yesterday. Or this morning, for that matter. Simon stared at it.
“Subtle,” he muttered. (36/45)
—where, above the doorframe, a crooked scrap of plastic mistletoe hung from a loop of scotch tape. Dusty. Wilting. Obviously fake. It hadn’t been there yesterday. Or this morning, for that matter. Simon stared at it.
“Subtle,” he muttered. (36/45)
November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
Simon's gaze followed the line of his hand—
—where, above the doorframe, a crooked scrap of plastic mistletoe hung from a loop of scotch tape. Dusty. Wilting. Obviously fake. It hadn’t been there yesterday. Or this morning, for that matter. Simon stared at it.
“Subtle,” he muttered. (36/45)
—where, above the doorframe, a crooked scrap of plastic mistletoe hung from a loop of scotch tape. Dusty. Wilting. Obviously fake. It hadn’t been there yesterday. Or this morning, for that matter. Simon stared at it.
“Subtle,” he muttered. (36/45)
Johnny yawned. Scratched the back of his neck—
Then he looked up and *froze.*
“…Are you takin’ the piss?”
Simon raised a brow. “What now?”
Johnny pointed up. (35/45)
Then he looked up and *froze.*
“…Are you takin’ the piss?”
Simon raised a brow. “What now?”
Johnny pointed up. (35/45)
November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
Johnny yawned. Scratched the back of his neck—
Then he looked up and *froze.*
“…Are you takin’ the piss?”
Simon raised a brow. “What now?”
Johnny pointed up. (35/45)
Then he looked up and *froze.*
“…Are you takin’ the piss?”
Simon raised a brow. “What now?”
Johnny pointed up. (35/45)
and an exhale. Johnny leaned back on his bed, let his head thump against the wall. “Christ.”
Johnny stood up a little while later. Said something about stretching. About walking off the stiffness. Simon stood too, purely out of habit. The lights above them blinked once, twice. (34/45)
Johnny stood up a little while later. Said something about stretching. About walking off the stiffness. Simon stood too, purely out of habit. The lights above them blinked once, twice. (34/45)
November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
and an exhale. Johnny leaned back on his bed, let his head thump against the wall. “Christ.”
Johnny stood up a little while later. Said something about stretching. About walking off the stiffness. Simon stood too, purely out of habit. The lights above them blinked once, twice. (34/45)
Johnny stood up a little while later. Said something about stretching. About walking off the stiffness. Simon stood too, purely out of habit. The lights above them blinked once, twice. (34/45)
"Then why do you always look at me like that?"
Simon stared at the mug in his hands. “Like what?”
“Like I’m loud. Annoying. In the way.”
“…You are,” Simon muttered. Then, softer: “But you’re not the only one who stayed.”
That got him a real reaction—something halfway between a laugh (33/45)
Simon stared at the mug in his hands. “Like what?”
“Like I’m loud. Annoying. In the way.”
“…You are,” Simon muttered. Then, softer: “But you’re not the only one who stayed.”
That got him a real reaction—something halfway between a laugh (33/45)
November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
"Then why do you always look at me like that?"
Simon stared at the mug in his hands. “Like what?”
“Like I’m loud. Annoying. In the way.”
“…You are,” Simon muttered. Then, softer: “But you’re not the only one who stayed.”
That got him a real reaction—something halfway between a laugh (33/45)
Simon stared at the mug in his hands. “Like what?”
“Like I’m loud. Annoying. In the way.”
“…You are,” Simon muttered. Then, softer: “But you’re not the only one who stayed.”
That got him a real reaction—something halfway between a laugh (33/45)
Was he just as lonely as Simon?
He swallowed hard before he spoke. "I... I don't."
Johnny *stared* at him like he'd grown an extra head. For once, there wasn't a cocky grin on his lips. No mischief. Just... shock. Surprise. Confusion. Guarded curiosity. (32/45)
He swallowed hard before he spoke. "I... I don't."
Johnny *stared* at him like he'd grown an extra head. For once, there wasn't a cocky grin on his lips. No mischief. Just... shock. Surprise. Confusion. Guarded curiosity. (32/45)
November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
Was he just as lonely as Simon?
He swallowed hard before he spoke. "I... I don't."
Johnny *stared* at him like he'd grown an extra head. For once, there wasn't a cocky grin on his lips. No mischief. Just... shock. Surprise. Confusion. Guarded curiosity. (32/45)
He swallowed hard before he spoke. "I... I don't."
Johnny *stared* at him like he'd grown an extra head. For once, there wasn't a cocky grin on his lips. No mischief. Just... shock. Surprise. Confusion. Guarded curiosity. (32/45)
And maybe he'd hated him at first, but...
Christ. He didn't hate him at all.
He was fucking *jealous.* Jealous of the perfect life Johnny had, the perfect family, the fact that he could afford uni without worrying about it... but maybe it wasn't as perfect as it seemed. (31/45)
Christ. He didn't hate him at all.
He was fucking *jealous.* Jealous of the perfect life Johnny had, the perfect family, the fact that he could afford uni without worrying about it... but maybe it wasn't as perfect as it seemed. (31/45)
November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
And maybe he'd hated him at first, but...
Christ. He didn't hate him at all.
He was fucking *jealous.* Jealous of the perfect life Johnny had, the perfect family, the fact that he could afford uni without worrying about it... but maybe it wasn't as perfect as it seemed. (31/45)
Christ. He didn't hate him at all.
He was fucking *jealous.* Jealous of the perfect life Johnny had, the perfect family, the fact that he could afford uni without worrying about it... but maybe it wasn't as perfect as it seemed. (31/45)
"Cause ye bloody hate me?"
The words shouldn't have landed like a punch. But they did. Cause yeah, Johnny drove him insane. He made a mess, played loud music at all hours, never stopped fucking yapping... but he brought colour to the place. To Simon's life. (30/45)
The words shouldn't have landed like a punch. But they did. Cause yeah, Johnny drove him insane. He made a mess, played loud music at all hours, never stopped fucking yapping... but he brought colour to the place. To Simon's life. (30/45)
November 27, 2025 at 4:06 AM
"Cause ye bloody hate me?"
The words shouldn't have landed like a punch. But they did. Cause yeah, Johnny drove him insane. He made a mess, played loud music at all hours, never stopped fucking yapping... but he brought colour to the place. To Simon's life. (30/45)
The words shouldn't have landed like a punch. But they did. Cause yeah, Johnny drove him insane. He made a mess, played loud music at all hours, never stopped fucking yapping... but he brought colour to the place. To Simon's life. (30/45)