The Lightning Was A Paid Actor.

I loved this fic the second I read it! Can’t wait to read the last chapter.

Idiot's Guide to Dating by Simon Riley

this is part five! read on ao3, or read on tumblr - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4. no archive warnings apply! this is pure, unadulterated fluff :]

A groan escaped Ghost as his alarm went off. He rolled onto his side, clumsy fingers reaching out until they brushed against the clock and turned it off. He’d not quite been brave enough to leave his room, yesterday, though it was late enough that he could pretend he was resting.

That was a lie.

His sleep had been quite disturbed, in fact, restless, consistently drifting into panicked thoughts about Johnny, and how the hell you were supposed to confess to somebody that you loved them.

Of course, he told himself, that the other must know, right? What else would his words from yesterday mean?

‘Like’ could mean platonic, though. Soap could think that this was just a friendly thing... Ghost wasn’t a very friendly guy. He could have just assumed-

Another groan escaped him, and he buried his head into his pillow. Fuck Soap. How dare he make the Ghost fluster like this? Simon had killed plenty of people, and he had seen a great many things, but here he was, panicking over his crush like a child. It was an entirely foreign feeling to him, and he couldn’t figure it out.

Deciding to no longer dwell on these thoughts, he pushed himself up and got changed. He’d go on a run, and that would clear his mind, and all would be fine.

It was easy to fall into a routine, and it soothed his fraying nerves. His brain could switch off for a moment, as he worked just on instinct. Getting dressed, then brushing his teeth, washing his face, putting his mask on, putting his shoes on, leaving the base – the list continued. It was all usual, to him, and it helped things get easier.

Another thing he was entirely grateful for was the fact that the run went easy. It wasn’t an overly cold morning, though it wasn’t too warm, and it wasn’t too muddy – everything was perfect. That made his skin crawl. It was... too nice. Given his plans to officially romance Soap, it felt wrong. Ghost couldn’t be lured into a false sense of security.

Okay, he had to admit, it sounded odd to find things being too nice wrong, but he could admit that he was a paranoid bastard, sometimes.

Once the run was over, he returned to his room to change clothes and freshen up, not wanting that sticky, post-run feeling to stick with him throughout the day. It was routine – fuck, he liked routine.

With that done, donning a hoodie, jeans, and, of course, his mask, he made his way to the kitchen in order to grab some breakfast. The first disruption in his plan was here, though that was mostly because he hadn’t really considered the rest of the day. Johnny was there, fussing with the microwave as Gaz and Price sat by and watched, offering the occasional tip, but not helping him.

That microwave had never been the same after Soap arrived on base. He was pretty certain it was now a short horror story Price told the rookies. He couldn’t blame him.

Apparently, his footsteps weren’t as quiet as they usually were, as, when he stepped in, Price glanced over his shoulder and offered a hum, “Morning, Simon,”

“Lt!” Before Ghost even got the opportunity to respond to their Captain, the Sergeant was turning around excitedly to face him. There was a grin on his lips that had his heart fluttering, and he hated it because it was so silly and childish, but... honestly, at the same time, he really liked the feeling.

In the back of his mind, he quietly blamed Soap for making him feel like that. It was unfair, honestly.

“Johnny-” Ghost began, not quite certain what he was going to say, but he was cut off before he could figure that out, regardless.

“Me and the Sergeant have... some paperwork to do, regarding our last mission,” Price spoke up, suddenly, giving Gaz a look.

“We do?”

Price nudged Gaz’s shoulder, and understanding dawned across his features.

“Oh! Yeah, we do. See you guys later,” Gaz flashed a grin at them, pushing himself to a stand and following Price out. When the duo walked past Ghost, their Captain nudged his side, and Ghost watched them leave, bewildered.

“Meddlin’ bastards,” Grumbled Soap, which only added to Ghost’s bewilderment, truly. He turned to look at the Scot, whose grin turned a little sheepish, turning back to the microwave to try and figure it out. “Eh... Good morning, Lt?”

“Decent,” Ghost responded, finding himself still feeling a little... outcast, in this situation. There was nobody else in the room, and nobody would be interrupting them, it seemed, so this was the best opportunity he had, to confess to him, but he still found himself lost.

Despite his list, he was fucking floundering, and he scoffed at himself. He was Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, god dammit, he physically dragged himself out of his grave, and here he was, flustering himself at the thought of asking Johnny out.

He just... had to do it. He could do it.

Ghost stepped closer, rounding the counter near him, and just as he went to speak, he registered something that threw him off-kilter, all over again.

“Are you... heating up pizza for breakfast?”

“Oh- uh... aye, ran out of cereal, and I’ve never really... cooked anything for breakfast, so...”

Ghost slow-blinked at him because this wasn’t the first time his Sergeant had thrown him off-guard like this, but it was definitely towards the top of the list.

“Sit down,”

“Uh- Why, Lt?”

“Sit down,”

“Copy that, sir,” Johnny grinned at him. It should be an infuriating expression. It, in fact, made his stomach erupt in butterflies again. Ugh.

Ghost shuffled to grab what he needed; two eggs, a bowl, a pan, a whisk, and some bread. Once done, he began cracking the eggs, so he could stir them.

Recognition crossed Soap’s features, and a shocked little gasp escaped him. “Are you... making me breakfast?”

“You’re not eating pizza this early,”

“Aww, Simon...” Johnny cooed, and yet again, it should piss him off, but it didn’t, in fact, it made his cheeks flush under the mask, and he let out a huff.

“Shut it, Sergeant,” Being told to shut up by Ghost should have him complying, if for nothing else, then out of a healthy respect for remaining alive. Soap’s actual response was a laugh, which was perhaps more of a cackle than anything else.

He hated how nice that laugh was.

As Ghost worked, the other did lapse into silence for a few minutes, which surprised him. A quiet Johnny was one he was not used to – even in the ride to Alejandro’s safehouse, after the shitshow that was Graves’ betrayal, the man managed to talk the whole way there. Incessantly.

The memory made him smile.

Ugh.

“Y’know, I could get used to this,” Johnny spoke up, suddenly.

“What?”

“I mean... this. You cooking for me. Looking all domestic in your hoodie and shit,” he laughed.

“Domestic?”

“Yeah... I mean... You look casual. Apart from the mask, but I’m coming around to it. Still makes you look strange, but... I’m coming around to it,”

“You like it?”

“I... guess I do, yeah,”

“You like me?” His words echoed the ones from yesterday, from their mission.

“I... do?”

Ghost turned around, pleased to notice that there was a light flush coating the Sergeant’s cheeks, accompanied by a distinctly confused expression. It was nice to be the one causing that expression, for once. He walked up to the counter, leaving it as a barrier between them, and leaned against it, his elbows used to prop it. He leaned into Johnny’s space, watching as the other man swallowed thickly, wide-eyed but smiling nonetheless, which reassured him that he was reading into this right.

“I like you too,”

“You... do?”

He was so proud of himself to have such a talkative man so tongue-tied. A smile quirked his lips and, judging by the fact that Soap’s eyes flitted down, that was clear, even with the mask on. Good.

“I do. Been gone on you for a while, Johnny. Didn’t know if I should tell you, but...”

“You’re not... takin’ the piss, aye?”

An amused chuckle escaped Ghost, pretty certain his newfound confidence only came from that thrilled glint in Johnny’s eye, “No, I’m not ‘takin’ the piss’,”

“C’mere,” Soap stood up, gesturing to his side. Feeling rather like he couldn’t deny him right now, Ghost obliged, rounding the counter and standing in front of him.

Carefully, almost like one would to a feral animal, Johnny reached his hands up, taking Ghost’s face in his hands. “Can I... kiss you?” His voice was so soft, so tender, in a way he was so unused to from the other, he was helpless to simply nod his agreement.

Rather than lift the mask, which he’d expected the other to do, he instead pushed onto his tiptoes and kissed him through the mask. It was nothing more than a peck, hesitant and careful, but the other relaxed when Ghost didn’t pull away.

The fact that Soap saw the mask as simply another facet of Ghost was... so sweet, honestly. It was such a kind gesture, but he didn’t need that, now. No, he needed to know what Johnny’s lips felt like against his, not through the mask.

His head tilted back out of his grip for just a moment as he reached up and lifted his mask up, noting how Johnny’s pupils blew wider as he did. This time, Ghost was the one to lean down, pressing his lips against his. Everything sort of melded into place, at that moment. His hands wrapped around Soap, finding his waist, gently squeezing at the firm skin he found there, and – well, shit, everything was perfect.

As much as he would like to say that he spent the next few minutes kissing Soap as he pleased, it instead was interrupted by the smell of burning.

The eggs.

A frustrated groan escaped him, suddenly parting from Soap only to round the counter once more and switch the stove off. There was probably no saving them – maybe breakfast would have to be fucking leftover pizza.

He turned around once more, watching as Johnny laughed at him, and only found it within him to roll his eyes, teasingly. He had a nice laugh, the asshole.

“Ah... Maybe I’m not the only one who shouldn’t be trusted to cook, eh, Simon?”

“You’re a distraction,” Simon accused, fondly, the smile clear in his words.

“A pretty handsome distraction,” he waggled his eyebrows in a way that should have been stupid looking, but he truly found it charming. Definitely an asshole, how dare he be so endearing?

“Watch yourself, Johnny,”

“Don’t think I need to, Simon, not when you’ve been watching me?”

“Like a hawk. Don’t you have work to do?” Really, Simon just... needed a few minutes to process everything that just happened.

Maybe he needed to scream into his pillow just a little. Things never went to plan, he needed to celebrate, you know?

“Got some training today. I’m... free this evening, though,” once more, the man segued from teasing to tentative and tender in moments. It was so fucking sweet.

“Meet me by my room, at 5 pm,”

“You gonna take me out?” The words were teasing. Ghost needed to rectify that.

“I am.”

“Oh... Aye- Uh.. Right! Okay. I’ll see you then, Simon,”

“See you then, Johnny,”

The shorter man scarpered around the counter once more, pressing one final kiss to his lips for good measure, before backing off. Before he left, he grabbed the cold pizza from the microwave, and brought it with him, to wherever he was going.

Cold pizza for breakfast... Jesus, Simon certainly knew how to pick them. As he turned around and began to clear up the mess he’d accidentally made, he couldn’t bring himself to be mad about that, though. Nah, he was pretty certain he couldn’t have fallen for the average person, so he’d just have to deal with those quirks. Well – maybe he’d just try to quell them. How a man could live off of cold pizza in his late twenties was... insanity, really.

Once the kitchen was cleared, Ghost pulled his mask down, and began to settle into his daily routine for work. A smug, prideful feeling stuck with him the whole time, making him want to preen, stick his chest out and fucking boast to anybody that came near him – he fucking wooed John MacTavish, and he did it well, dammit. Maybe he was better at romancing people than he’d thought, hey?

Now to plan their date. On short notice. What... sort of date would Johnny enjoy?

Maybe the plan had been a little short-sighted. That was fine. It worked out perfectly anyway.

Was this not the series

do you have any poolverine fanfic rec's?!'

I do indeed!

Every Single Other Universe

only fools rush in (can't help falling)

where soul meets body

tell your baby that i'm your baby

go tell your girlfriend (that i'm your boyfriend)

the bucket list

Save Me

Oh God, i think im fallin'

electrochemistry

Poolverine and Prejudice

i know hearing people on this website love to pass around those posts with links to free sign language lessons but you know you need to actually put effort into learning about Deaf culture, too, right?

AAAAHHHHH. EVERYONE CALM DOWN! ITS HAPPENING

The modern!AU is finally heeereeeeee!!!

also, EVERYONE is in this. we got EVERYONE.

Let me just say. You look fabulous in all of them.

Reblogging for the sheer fury Anakin would rant to the clones about as Obi-Wan dies of laughter in the background

TCW season 7 hopes:

- Rex starts a union and the clones go on strike. They get picket signs and catchy chants and everything

- literally everyone knows about Anakin and Padme but they let him continue sneaking around and making dumb excuses because it's just so entertaining

- Maul returns as a ghost to haunt Obi-Wan, but Obi doesn't even notice and Maul is angy

-Ahsoka breaks Bariss Offee out of prison and they work together as vigilantes

- Wrecker adopts a stray animal and yeets anyone who tells him he can't keep it

- Bad Batch in every episode. And I mean EVERY. EPISODE.

- Someone finds out about order 66 and all the Jedi just...leave the Jedi order a day before Palps gives the command and the clones have no idea what to do because technically they aren't Jedi anymore

- Delta squad cameos. Give me Scorch being silly and Sev being annoyed with him or give me death.

- Padme is hormonal and cranky and everyone is absolutely TERRIFIED of her

- all the galaxy seems to think Clovis is the father and Anakin, unable to prove them wrong, is just *pulls out hair while silent screaming*

- Palpatine gets so annoyed that nobody ever seems to know the Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise that he publishes it and it becomes a best seller

Alright people, prepare to cry.

So, in Infinity War, the Infinity Gauntlet has the power to change reality right? So what if that means the people that were snapped were never really snapped, they just weren’t able to be seen or interacted with. They could move around and talk, but the people who weren’t dusted would have no idea they were there.

That would mean that the people who were dusted saw their family “ignore” them for five whole years.

Peter thought he saw Tony get tired of him, and work without him.

Bucky thought he saw Steve forget he was there and thought it was karma for him forgetting Steve.

Clint’s family thought they saw their dad and husband leave them all alone.

Groot thought he saw Rocket loose interest in him.

I am emotionally invested in this story now. I must know what happens.

this girl was showing me how many ppl she’s blocked on tumblr and..

Steve: the secret to keeping your hoodies? Buy your boyfriend the same one.

Bucky, putting on both hoodies: you fool. You idiot.