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ghouljams · 9 months

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Cowboy!Soap picks up a barn cat, or something like one...

We’re taking a break from the Fae for a bit so I can write cowboys. Oc talk is still open! But my inbox is all fae!Price and it was making me a little sad for the cowboys. I miss my favorite boys :’(

You’re having an exceedingly difficult time avoiding one Sergeant MacTavish. It feels like he’s everywhere. You duck behind a shelf in the grocery store, clutching an armful of canned goods close to your chest. Somewhere around here your roommate has the cart, and you can’t reach your phone to send out an SOS. There’s no way you can wander aimlessly to look for them either without Soap catching you. Soap, Soap, Soap, you’re trying to drill the nickname into your head. Anything but Johnny, not when saying it makes him look at you like- Soap, you are calling him Soap from now on and that’s final.

No! You’re not calling him anything! You’re not thinking about him, you’re not talking to him, you’re certainly not calling him, and you’re not hiding from him. This is just a man goddammit, you can handle men. Hell, you’ve never met a man that wasn’t more scared of you than you were of him. So there’s no reason to- You peak out of the aisle to check if the coast is clear.

“What’re we hiding from?” Soap whispers behind you. You jump and spin to face him, doing your best to calm your heart down from the startle response. You didn’t even hear him coming.

“I’m not hiding from anything,” You lie. Soap raises a brow with a smile that says he doesn’t buy it for a second. He looks around you and out at the rest of the store.

“You see an ex-boyfriend or something? Want me to pretend we’re a thing, make him jealous?” He sounds far too eager at the prospect.

“I’m a nun,” You sternly remind him, “and again, not hiding.”

“Too bad,” He hums. You’ve noticed Soap has a habit of standing close, especially when you have nowhere to go to get away from him. You’re crowded against the store shelf, close enough you can smell the sweat on his skin. You can see the start of a sunburn on his cheeks, your fingers itch to feel if the back of his neck is warm. He needs a hat if he’s going to be out in the sun all day, something to make him look like a proper cowboy. You’re starting to notice his smile getting bigger, you wonder what that’s about.

“What?”

“Nothin’ just wondering if all nuns stare as much as you lot do.” You blink up at his shit eating grin, you refuse to give him the satisfaction of looking away. You’re not sure if that’s the right call, with how happy he seems to have you staring.

“Did you steal my keys?” You change the subject, unwilling to entertain his flirting. You’re not flirting. Soap, Soap, Soap, you drill again.

“Might’ve picked them up, was wondering why they weren’t workin’.” He tugs your keys from his pocket and holds them up in front of you. You eye the keys, wondering if he’s been carrying them around in the hopes of striking up a conversation since he stole them. It’s sort of annoying that he seems to have a brain in that pretty head of his.

“Stealing is a sin you know,” You narrow your eyes at him. Somehow the nun angle never seems to work on him, maybe you just haven’t found the right button. Usually you can send overly friendly men running with a few careful words about sin or the lord.

“Then it’s a good thing I found you,” Soap shifts his weight, leaning closer with the movement, “think you can help absolve me?” His voice is low and deep, the warmth of him seems to seep into you over the chill of the store’s a/c.

“You’re lucky I have my hands full,” You threaten, shifting the cans in your arms. You wonder if it’ll be terribly noisy just to drop them, grab your keys, maybe smack Soap for good measure…

He shakes his head, tongue darting to wet his lips before his teeth catch on his smile, “Why d’you think I’m talkin’ to ya’, bonnie?”

Something small and shivery rushes down your spine knowing he’s purposefully trapped you. Cocksure bastard, thinking he can get the upper hand on you. Actually maybe you’re more angry it’s worked so well, kept you talking to him so long. You sidestep out from under his shadow and turn away from him to find your roommate. You’re sure they must be wondering where you are. It’s more than a little annoying to hear Soap following you.

“Don’t you have anyone else to annoy?” You grit out, not bothering to look over your shoulder when you can feel him close by.

“Not for another hour,” He hums. You can hear him spinning your keys between his fingers as you glance down aisles. It’s not a huge store, it shouldn't be this hard to find the only other nun in here. “You collecting for a can drive?” John- Soap asks.

“I’m setting up a free pantry.” You spot your roommate and start down the aisle trying to catch their attention.

“Thought you said you were mean,” You can almost feel the smug expression on his stupid face. You clench your jaw, hoping the ache of it will be enough to make you shut up. Do not rise to his bait.

“I am mean.” God Dammit.

“I can tell.”

Your roommate finally spots you and maneuvers the cart close enough you can drop your canned goods in. They smile brightly at Soap. You turn and try to swipe your keys from him. He holds them up out of your reach. You don’t bother humiliating yourself trying to jump for them, choosing instead to balk at the absolutely childish behavior as Soap greets your roommate.

“Hot out,” He says, as if he could just be making polite conversation. You turn to look at your roommate, give them a wide eyed shake of your head, warning them not to engage.

“Yeah it’s-” They give you a confused look before turning their attention to Soap, “-pretty hot, but what do you expect this time of year?”

“Don’t know how you’re runnin’ around in black, ah ken hardly step outside wi’out sweatin’.” Your roommate actually laughs. Betrayal. You are going to make them pay for this later.

“It’s not too bad, the skirts are actually shorter for the summer, lighter too.” They lift their skirt a little to show the difference in length. You’re sure a half intelligent man would know normal nuns don’t really have uniform adjustments.

“That so?” Soap almost sounds interested. You’re not particularly a fan of being ignored. Soap tips his head to look at your kit, and you take the opportunity to stomp on his foot. Instead of… whatever you’d been hoping for as a reaction, his arm hooks around your waist tight and lifts you out of stomping distance. You waste no time kicking up a fuss in his hold.

“Let go,” You kick your legs, try to elbow him somewhere that’ll hurt, “Put me down Johnny I’m warning you.”

“Ah told ya lass, bigger an’ meaner than you have tried to scare me off,” His voice purrs in your ear making your breath hitch, “Ya gotta try harder than givin’ me a little attitude.”

“Attitude!?” You yell. Attitude? You’re a grown ass- You haven’t had someone tell you not to give them attitude since you lived with your parents! Where the hell does he get off?

“So you got somethin’ heavier for the winter then?” Johnny asks, as if you aren’t still struggling against his hold. Your roommate gives you a look of almost concern, almost pity.

“No,” they say slowly, assessing the situation and deeming it not an immediate problem, “No it doesn’t get too cold in these parts, so we don’t need anything too heavy.”

“You fucking traitor,” You hiss at them, trying to aim for Johnny’s shins. Surprisingly it doesn’t work too well. You wonder if he’s made of stone or if you even were hitting him hard enough to hurt.

“Be nice to your friend,” He tells you.

“Eat shit.” You attempt to elbow him in his stupid pretty face.

“This is actually pretty par for them,” Your roommate tells him. You can feel Johnny hum against your back. It makes you freeze, you don’t know how you didn’t realize the wall against your back was just him. Solid unyielding muscle keeping you pinned.

“They get picked up often?” You can feel the rumble of his voice, it sends chills over your skin. Your fingers are tight on his arm, just holding, where you’d previously been trying to pry yourself loose. Blood is rushing in your ears. God he’s holding you with just a single powerful arm and you can’t even hear a strain in his voice.

“Fuck no,” You roommate snorts, “S’like pickin’ up a feral cat.”

Johnny hums, and you feel yourself blink slowly against the heat blooming on your cheeks as he speaks in your ear again, “Doesn’t seem so bad ta me.”

“Please put me down,” You try a more diplomatic approach. You’re starting to worry if he holds onto you any longer he might try to walk out with you.

“Good girl,” He whispers and you have to work to suppress the shudder it sends through you as he finally puts you back on the ground. You move over to your roommate as quickly as you can without looking like you’re running from the man that just set you down.

“We’ll see you later Soap,” Your roommate says with a smile, “We could always use more help in the garden.”

“Just tell me when and I’ll be there,” Johnny tosses you your keys, and you fumble to catch them, “Always a pleasure seein’ you Moon.” You’re sure for him it is, you’re trying to hold on to other opinions. You let your roommate steer you both away.

“You called him Johnny again,” They remind you oh so kindly.

“When?”

“Pretty much as soon as he picked you up.”

“Shit,” You swear, “That’s bad.”

“It’s pretty bad,” They agree. You’re sure that’ll come back and bite you in the ass later.

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