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Before he can reach into his pocket for the lighter, Riley leans into his space. John is helpless to do anything but duck automatically as Riley pops up on his toes. There’s no avoiding Riley’s eyes now, not unless he wants to fully commit to cowardice, and it’s not in his nature. The ends of their cigarettes meet at the same time their eyes do. There’s a moment when the spark twinkles, dwindles, seems to consider it, then jumps to light the other.
They breathe in as one. MacTavish pulls away only when Riley does. He deliberately looks away from the way Riley’s mouth curls around the filter of his cig, but everything else seems so much less interesting now.
He knows he’s here to talk about it, is the thing. About last night.
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Or, John and Riley have unresolved sexual tension. They resolve it.
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Under the Covers, Up Against the Wall by AgentDonegal
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
01 Jul 2024
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It’s early yet when Johnny bats his big blue eyes and announces, “It’s awfy dreich oot there the-day.”
Simon frowns doubtfully at the sun shining in through the windows of their little cottage. They’re on leave but it’s impossible to shake the deep-set routine from their bodies on such short notice so they’re up at the crack of dawn anyways. The sky is pink and orange, soft, and for once rain seems to be nowhere on the horizon.
“Wot’re you on ‘bout?”
“Aye, it’s a day fur coorieing in under the covers, ye ken?”
---They don’t make it to the bedroom.
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There’s something utterly soft in Simon’s eyes when he lifts his hand, cradles the shelf of Johnny’s jaw in his massive palm. Johnny pushes his head into the touch, eyes falling shut, and reaches between them to guide his cock into Simon once more.
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Aka, pure SoapGhost smut.
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"These arms of mine
They are yearning
Yearning from wanting you..."
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Soap brings Ghost home for the holidays.
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"Sure as the stars shine above
But this is Christmas, yes, Christmas my dearThe time of year to be with the ones you love
So won't you tell me you'll never more roam
Christmas and new Years will find you home
There'll be no more sorrow no grief and painAnd I'll be happy, happy once again..."
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I know you hear their voices, I know they may seem real by AgentDonegal
Fandoms: The Old Guard (Movie 2020)
22 Mar 2021
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Nile looks around at her—family, there’s no other word for it. The not quite uncomfortable silence persists.
“Someone should tell a story,” she suggests eventually, “Isn’t that what you do around a fire? Tell stories?”
“What kind?” Booker says amiably, tossing a twig in the general vicinity of the flames.
Nile shouldn’t do it, not with how she gave herself the jitters earlier. Maybe that’s exactly why she says, immediately and unbidden, “Something scary.”
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Before the bullet, they didn't have a name for what they were. Defining a relationship in the military just wouldn't do. So, Simon and Johnny never talked about what they were, or what they could be if they ever made it out alive.
But then, perched on the small hospital chair, Simon felt like Atlas with the world on his shoulders, capable of carrying whatever Johnny placed there.
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- Part 3 of If you must hide, may it be in my arms
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25 Jul 2026
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Johnny apologized for being alive in pieces. Simon was only grateful there were pieces left at all.
Or, five times Simon said “I love you,” and one time Johnny said it back.
Johnny loved him all those times anyway.
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- Part 4 of If you must hide, may it be in my arms
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25 Jul 2026
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There is something—someone—watching John MacTavish, has been as long as John could remember. It never leaves his side, always watches, always sticks close.
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18 Jul 2026
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Soap is curled up in bed like a giant house cat, belly up and limbs flung out in different directions with one hand dangling off the side of the mattress and the other lightly fisted in the second pillow on the far side. The room is quiet save for some low snuffles that aren't quite snores but halfway there.
Setting his cup of tea on the nightstand, Ghost moves closer and lets his lips twitch up at the sound. It's a rare, welcome sight to find Soap peaceful like this. Every last stubborn bit of tension finally bled from his muscles and forgotten between soft sheets and the low light of the ridiculous Halloween-themed mood light he brought home a few weeks ago.or
Ghost, Soap, a moment of peace and ... a ghost-shaped night light
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10 Jul 2026
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Handfuls of Seconds by HigherMagic for Multifanfandomgirl
Fandoms: Call of Duty (Video Games)
05 Jul 2026
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The last two hours pass strangely. Fifteen minutes feels like nothing, but a single second takes forever. Ghost doesn't watch the clock for the sake of his own sanity, but he can hear its obnoxious ticking. Tick tick tock, like the seconds it took to ice Makarov and then throw himself at Soap's side, try to stem the bleeding, try to hold the pieces of his skull together. Tick tock, the handfuls of seconds it took to disarm the bomb and get medical to them. Tick tock, tick tock - the assembly of all those monitors, tubes and wires like Soap was a machine on the brink of self-destruction, a second bomb waiting to explode. The too-slow rise and fall of his chest, the manic-fast surge of his heartbeat. The long, long hours waiting to see if he'd even be able to be stabilized, rushed to surgery, the endless pacing outside of the ICU doors waiting, waiting, waiting…
Tick tock.
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- Part 3 of Ides of March Giveaways
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05 Jul 2026