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the-whispers-of-death · 2 months

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worshipper!soap plsplspls i beg u

No need to beg, friend! Worshipper!Soap, coming right up.

Johnny is someone who likes to joke, everyone knows about it. He's on battlefields constantly, places where hope and light is far away, where it's so dark and dreary. He and other soldiers need the lightness of his jokes, just to remind themselves of what's waiting for them back home—life.

But he absolutely does not joke about his partner and how divine you are. As previously stated, Johnny's usually the one who gets everyone laughing and feeling good, but You? Your light is unlike any other's.

Your laughter makes the air feel so much lighter, Your smile brightens up any room, even one that had been previously dark. He can't get over Your divinity and he never wants to.

I imagine You stumbled into his life, quite literally. You were just bringing up Your groceries home to Your flat, walking up the stairs and stepping onto the landing of Your floor just as Johnny was about to step down onto the stairs. He hadn't seen You (because that's the only way he would've missed Your divine self) because he had been talking on the phone to Gaz and you two collided.

He had been quick to reach out and steady You, his blue eyes moving to look into your eyes (no matter what eye color you have, it's now his favorite eye color and he insists that no one else's eyes are as bright and benevolent as yours). His breath caught in his chest at the sight of You, his only thoughts being on how bright You seemed to be.

You exuded divinity and benevolence, it wafting off of You in waves. He could tell that You were one of a kind, a deity. And so, he was quick to start worshipping You right then and there, helping You gather Your groceries and helping You take them inside.

For days afterwards, Johnny gravitates towards You, aching to be in Your divine presence. He memorizes which of his jokes make You laugh the hardest, memorizes what You tell him are Your favorite food, color, etc. If You tell him Your favorite food is pink, he's buying pink things immediately. He's buying—or cooking Your favorite foods, feeling so blessed whenever he sees Your bright smile when he brings his offerings to You over.

He'll talk the 141's ear off about You, growling and snapping if they even dare to suggest You're not the deity he insists You are. How can You not be a deity? They just don't know what they're talking about, Johnny decides. They haven't met You after all, only Johnny knows how divine You are.

Speaking of growling and snapping at others, Johnny is a mix of devotee and guard dog. You're so kind that You must be worshipped, but You also must be protected. He sees the way others rake their lecherous stares up and down Your holy body, and he won't have that. Even if You're not yet dating, he's not letting any creeps around You. He won't let Your divinity and kindness be taken advantage of, not that You're helpless. No, You can take care of Yourself when defending Yourself from creeps, You just don't have to. Your most devoted servant is here for that.

When you two finally start dating, You're the one who musters up the courage to ask him out. And Johnny swears he's in heaven at that moment, but no, You're just so kind to deem him worthy of being Your lover. He easily scrounges up whatever money he has and takes You out to the fanciest restaurant he can afford, because a deity like You deserves the best of the best! He's in heaven the entire time, cherishing every single moment he has with You.

Thank You, Kind and Merciful One. Thank You for gracing him with Your beauty and divinity. He's kissing Your feet and worshipping the ground You walk on. He's Yours forever and he never wants that to change.

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x-reader-theater · 7 months

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Rambling Requiems

summary: You could listen to Soap talk all day if you could.

pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x Gender Neutral!Reader

word count: 251

warnings: None.

a/n: i'm currently going through all the requests i have left over from my criminal minds days. don't be afraid to request more specific stuff though. just remember that i reserve the right to not write any requests i want. my requests are open and you can find my request rules here.

You’re sitting in the canteen, your chin resting on your palm, a pleased smile on your face as you listen to Soap talk about the latest mission.

“-and I actually got to blow the warehouse as we left! The explosion was glorious! Ghost had to pull me back because I kept trying to walk into it!” Soap exclaims with a chuckle. “I mean… it was fantastic…”

You smile at him, just listening as he talks. Dinner ended hours ago and the two of you are the only ones left in the mess hall, but you don’t care. You could listen to Soap for hours and not get bored. You already have.

“And, on the heli back, Ghost gave me the final detonator, and the shockwave from that explosion rocked the heli, and Ghost had to grab me to make sure I didn’t fall out! He yelled at me so much when I finally strapped myself in…”

You laugh as he says this, and his eyes finally snap back to you, to the most likely lovesick expression on your face.

“I-I’ve been rambling, haven’t I?” Soap asks.

Your eyes go wide, and you lift your head from your chin, exclaiming, “Oh! I don't mind!”

“Really?” Soap asks, hesitantly.

You hum in affirmation and nod, resting your chin on your hand again. “I wanna hear more,” you assure, and Soap relaxes slightly as he continues talking about the mission, occasionally looking to make sure he’s not boring you.

He could never bore you.

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ninothebirb · 4 days

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🧼🛁🫧Soap HCs🧼🛁🫧

Soap x Gn! Reader headcanons where this adorable scottish man is your boyfriend and you are a medic of the TF141.

Content Warning: A lil suggestive stuff (implied sex), fluffy, wonky writing

Soap who only lets you and Ghost call him Johnny cause the two of you are his lifeline. Ghost is his bsf btw! (According to him)

Soap who adores it when you care for him while he's injured. Makes him wanna be more reckless which you absolutely dislike. So you smack his ass

Soap who enjoys teasing and annoying you whenever he's in the mood because he's just the kind of person who makes cheesy jokes and likes to see your frustration.

Soap who loves cuddles at every moment and every time, especially when the two of you are snuggled up cozily under a blanket.

Soap who enjoys teasing and annoying you whenever he's in the mood because he's just the kind of person who makes cheesy jokes and likes to see your frustration.

Soap who's extremely moody and sensitive after a failed mission and indulges in the comfort of your sweet lullabies or comforting ted talks.

Soap who's extremely dramatic on purpose when you don't pay attention to him after you're done with work because you're too busy cleaning up the medical supplies.

Soap who'll sneak into your personal clinic and steal the cookies you made because he hates it when you give them to someone else. They were meant for him!

Soap who's a bit of a himbo at times, and likes to whisper all those dirty thoughts he had during the mission when you're cleaning up his wounds.

Soap who literally spawns out of nowhere when you're helping out an injured soldier, but sometimes will sit quietly and obediently because he knows the stress of being a doctor. (Keyword: Sometimes)

Soap who always shows off your pics to his friends and family outside of military, because he believes you're the hottest being alive. With consent ofc!

Soap who prefers gentle sex, because being part of the military is an extremely stressful and difficult job and this man just wants some love.

#Soap x gn reader #john soap mactavish #Johnny x reader #soap x reader #john soap mctavish x gn reader #Gender neutral reader #soap x gender neutral reader #Cod #cod x reader #gn reader

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mackjlee9 · 1 year

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Hey!! I'm very glad that you enjoyed my requests!! Male reader is part of the 141 team and is Soap's boyfriend. The team was on a mission, and when they finally finished it, they all reconvend at the heli. They noticed that Reader was not with them. They tried to reach him through coms, but no answer, Soap went out to look for him. he found the reader laying wounded blood pooled around him, and his face turned to the side as if to hide something. when Reader finally turned his face to look at Soap, Soap was greeted with a horrific sight, someone or something had ripped up half his face, leaving large strips cheek hanging, unattached from his face. His upper teeth, as well as part of his right jawbone, were exposed. maybe with how Soap reacts? the others' reactions? how reader lives with it? idk, this was just something i came up with on a whim and wanted to share. Do with it as you please :)

I tried :]

John 'Soap' MacTavish x Gender-Neutral!Reader [Angst&Fluff]

2nd person narration.

Warning; body horror, reader is referred to by their code name 'night'.

Masterlist.

"We're going home, boys!" Price announced as they arrived at the extraction point.

The 141 team had finished a pretty risky mission, and they were leaving with minimal injuries. They watched the helicopter landing but before they got in, Soap noticed one thing.

You weren't with them.

"Guys, has anyone heard from Night?" Ghost, Price, and Gaz looked at each other in silence, and before they could respond, Soap attempted to communicate with you through the radio, "Night? Night?!"

All of them with greeted with radio silence from your side of the radio, and Soap cursed as he holster his pistol, running away from the helicopter to try and find you. Knowing Soap wouldn't be able to find you by himself, the rest of the team ran after him to help him.

Running through falling buildings and stepping over enemy corpses, Soap sprinted while calling for you, his voice almost cracking as he felt a knot growing in his throat, blinking away the tears he was desperately trying to fight back at the thought of having lost you.

But right when he stopped to take a breath for a moment, he caught movement on his right out of the corner of his eye, and turning around, he saw you.

You were sitting on the ground surrounded by debris, laying in a pool of your own blood. Carefully, Soap approached you, he wasn't sure if it was you or not, but upon closer inspection he realized that, in fact, it was you. He rushed toward you when he saw you rest raising and lowering from your slow breathing, shifting around ever so slightly.

That was enough to cause a few tears to fall down his face, relieved that you were still alive, although barely.

"Darling, I found you! What-?" You turned your face further away from him when Soap tried to get closer to you, and he frowned, slightly hurt by your action, "Sweetie?" Soap gently touched your shoulder, watching you flinch and recoil from his touch.

"Don't... look at me, Johnny," Soap felt his chest hurting, his mind running a hundred miles an hour to try and figure out what could've possibly happened to you, and his eyes caught sight of a dead dog nearby. Its neck was broken, and its lifeless body lay a few feet from you, and looking back at you, he saw the blood dripping down your neck.

"You're hurt, please, come with me," you took a deep breath while feeling his hand trailing down your arm to hold your hand tightly. You swallowed difficultly, grimacing at the taste of blood in your mouth, and taking a deep breath, you slowly turned your head to look at Soap.

Soap was left speechless, his eyes opened wide as he stared at your face. Or well, what was left of it at least.

The right sight of your face was ripped apart, leaving big strips of skin and flesh hanging off. Your upper teeth and bits of your jawbone were left exposed, blood gushing out, leaving you dizzy and sweating from the amount of blood you lost. Soap guessed that the dog you had killed was the culprit for hurting you in such a way, and he couldn't hold back the tears anymore, hating himself for not checking up on you earlier as he told you he would.

Now he had to live with the knowledge that you getting hurt and almost killed was his fault.

Without saying anything, Soap picked you from the ground, not caring one bit that he got covered in your blood as well. He gritted his teeth whenever he heard you wincing as the cold air hit your face, but pressing you against him was only gonna hurt you more.

He took you to the helicopter and on the way, he met up with the rest of the team who hadn't been able to receive any response from Soap, he hadn't even realized they were calling for his status, too worried about you and whether you were gonna make it or not.

Price was the first one who saw you, and he informed the medic on the helicopter about your situation. Ghost gritted his teeth when he noticed the state you were in, but he silently helped Ghost take you to the helicopter as quickly as they could. Gaz was slightly scared, he hadn't ever seen something like that, but he quickly snapped back to reality when he realized you needed all the help and support you could get from your best friends.

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Reconstructive surgery was needed, and now the skin on the right side of your face was sewed tight, leaving obvious scars where there used to be flesh. Most of your face had been surgically restored, but there were things that they couldn't do anything about.

Your upper lip had a slit up to your nose, leaving your teeth exposed. But the bottom half was in worse conditions.

Due to muscle loss, you had issues moving the right side of your face, but some facial workouts should work to regain some of that muscle back, but you were warned, your face will never look or move the same as before.

You spend your days with gauze covering pretty much everything exposed, and when the looks on you got too much, you would put a mask over it to hide your wounds.

But, there was something positive about this whole recovery.

Soap was every moment beside you, helping you eat and drying your face whenever you spilled a drink on yourself. He told you every day how you were still you, no matter how you looked, leaving gentle kisses over your scars, careful not to hurt you. He was there to scare away anyone that looked at you disgusted or made fun of you, joking about how a "cute little dog" did that to you.

Let's say, no one ever doubted his scary and lethal military-trained dogs could be.

Ghost would lightly joke around about how you could wear his skull mask better than him, and Gaz always made sure to have your medicines close by just in case you were feeling pain. Price didn't think of you as less than before, he actually seemed to admire your bravery and determination to keep living.

Day by day, walking around without hiding became more recurrent, even feeling as comfortable with it as to joke and mess around with the recruits, doing silly demonstrations of what you could do now with the right side of your face.

You being able to keep living a normal life was thanks to everyone in the 141, and especially, thanks to Soap, who never looked at you with fear or disgust, only love, and adoration.

#cod x male reader #john mactavish x reader #soap x reader #cod mw2 x reader #male reader #reader insert #x reader #angst #fluff #.mackjlee9 writes #soap x gender neutral reader #john soap mactavish x gender neutral reader #john mactavish x gender neutral x reader

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bunny-extract · 1 year

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Slight NSFW Soap x G-N!Reader drabble I’m working on a proper nsfw one shot for <3 Based on those teases of Soap wearing the throat mic.;,,,, if they had put that in the game I’d be obliterated. destroyed. vaporized. They had no right to omit it.

-Back at base and Soap is still buzzing with unspent adrenaline, trying to shed himself of his equipment as quickly as possible.

-It’s his throat mic that he’s struggling with, the wires having tangled with the strap. The more he yanks the tighter the knot gets, and he’s ready to rip it clean off when you walk into the armory.

-He isn’t shy to ask if you’ll help, but when he has to kneel in order for you to reach the bugger he hesitates for one incredibly honest second.

-And then he’s sinking down, head bowed.

-You can reach him fine where he is, but you push him lower, until his thighs are to the floor. He allows it, but only because your fingers are already under the strap around his neck, warm and surprisingly soft. Working almost too quickly for his liking when he feels some give.

-Soap knows it’s loose enough to unclip, but your fingers linger, scooping under his chin to lift his head and…examine him.

-Soap lets you turn him this way, brow furrowed. What is it?

-You shrug, eyes heavy. You look real pretty in a collar, Johnny.

-He’s dumbstruck, eyes visibly dilating while you smile down at him, slipping the mic effortlessly from around his reddening neck.

-You drop it in his lap, ruffle his hair, and leave Johnny half melted on the floor, still trying to pin point exactly why he’s hard.

Bonus:

You can’t just say those kind of things to a man, lass—

That’s why I said it to you.

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broken-glass-puppet · 8 months

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Ohh I loved the latest soap x male demon reader fic! ❤️❤️

Can we get a part 2 where soap actually sees the reader and now they kinda have a deal, where the reader protects soap and 141 in exchange for cuddles?

Please and thank you very much

Devil by my side

Soap got back to base okay, wounded in the leg and shoulder and feeling like he was being watched, but otherwise he was alive, good thing right?

He said goodbye to the others so he could take a hot shower, which according to Ghost he needed, "you smell like wet dog" the British told the Scotsman

Soap entered the shower and began to clean the dirt, gun powder, blood and sweat from his body, it was a bit late so there was no one in the showers except him

But that feeling of being watched wouldn't go away, it pissed him off, he had never been a fan of people staring at him and the fact that he didn't know who the hell was watching him It drove him fucking crazy, He turned around after drying his hair and body.

"Ghost, it's big fucking funny" he said freaking out, no one was in there, the lights started flickering and he scoffed annoyed "I don't believe in ghosts or demons..." He said almost reminding it to himself

"you should" a voice said behind him, it wasn't human, it sounded both terrifying and beautiful

He turned around, a tall figure stood before him, he could see it was masculine, broad shoulders, big chest and muscular arms, but it was like a shadow, not those caricatures of demons that where red, with a tail and horns, he backed away

"what the fuck...?" He said a bit to himself looking at that massive figure, the Being chuckled, it was between a chuckle and a purr, it got closer to him and soap by instinct backed away

"don't be scared, little mortal, I'm not going to hurt you, in fact, you should thank me" the creature said crossing it's arms "thank you? For what exactly demon?" Soap asked

"because thanks to me your pretty little head is still resting where it shoulds" the creature said purring "it would be a waist...so many human souls...and I have to admit...you are a gorgeous mortal..."

Soap felt his cheeks getting red, it's not everyday when a demon compliments your looks

He cleared his throat and looked at the demon "what do you want then" "a little pact..."

"a pact?" Soap repeated, the demon nodded purring "I'm not going to give you my soul" soap said looking at it bored "oh no, your soul is already mine" the demon chuckled "see, when you were having a bad time in that mission, You said that God was with you, the problem is that you did not specify the God"

The demon chuckled seeing the dumb look on soaps face "I don't even believe in god, it was just a say" he said annoyed and blushing "such a shame neither you and I can do anything about it" the demon purred, it's tail brushing against soaps chin in a flirty manor

"what's the deal?" He asked looking at the spirit in front of him "I protect you and your team...and you give me physical affection...do we have a deal mortal?..."

It asked

"yes...deal" soap shook it's hand

What did he get himself into now?

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rodolfoparras · 5 months

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Just wanted to say it’s so great that there’s more gender neutral fics popping up but a lot of writers do not understand why for example a huge part of male readers don’t feel included in their content even when there’s no pronouns mentioned

So I have this analogy:

Imagine you’re going to have a pizza party with all your friends (can be read as: you’re going to write a 18+ gn fic).

When you order it you have in mind that some people don’t like mushrooms (pronouns) on their pizza (fic)some don’t like onions (mentions of genitalia).

The pizza arrives and you’re like here it is the perfect pizza, most likely a plain Margherita pizza (a gender neutral 18+ piece).

But then there comes a person that’s like oh y’all ordered Margherita ? Well I’m allergic to tomato (can be read as: I’m a top male reader).

The rest of the party is like wym everyone likes Margherita it’s just a plain ol’ Margherita (can be read as everyone wants to be fucked by the character) and besides the tomato paste is what makes the Margherita pizza? (Can be read as: but the plot of the smut is the character fucking the reader).

What do you do in that situation obviously you can’t scrape the paste off it wouldn’t even be a pizza (can be read as: you cant avoid the smut part if you plan on writing a 18+ piece).

you just have to order another type of food for that person (can be read as: the next time you can write 18+ content for that category of ppl).

That’s kind of how it works, 18+ gn pieces cannot be fully gn, it cannot cater to everyone and that’s okay! Just state in your piece “this is suitable for ____ male reader “ and realize that sometimes you have accidentally ordered a Margherita to the wrong crowd

#I’m hungry #off to work yall 🫶🏻#gender neutral reader #john price x gender neutral reader #soap x gender neutral reader #ghost x gender neutral reader #gaz x gender neutral reader #all my years in the elementary teacher program paid off😌

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sant-riley · 6 months

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[Touchy feely] [tf141 headcanons]

(Romantic impied Task force 141 boys x gender neutral!reader headcanons :))

Summary: Being the sweetheart of the task force means the boys are not shy about the fact that they're all simps and always want some sort of contact with you at all times.

Consists of romantic/suggestive headcanons for each of the guys and little things they do with you <3

Words: about 1.5k (this was supposed to be short, whoops)

Warnings/Info: Can be read separately but it is intended that they all harbor feelings for you at the same time, possibly out of character for everyone, some swearing, the guys manhandle you, as always, let me know if I miss something!

Thinking about how each of the boys is so touchy with you, it doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, they're shameless.

Other units and teams who will sometimes share the base with 141 know better than to ask questions or directly say anything to one of the guys or you for that matter. Not that they could anyway, seeing as you always have at least one of them attached to your hip.

Price:

Anyone who walks into Price's office late at night to turn something in is used to seeing you next to the Captain on the little dingy loveseat he has in there.

John is usually smoking a cigar, taking care to not blow smoke your way while your head is resting on his shoulder. Your eyes closed as you hum at his words. It's terribly domestic for a military base.

John likes to gently play with your hair while he speaks about missions he's been on, always somehow trying to braid despite not knowing how to for jack shit, whether it because it's you or just the mindless motion, he's not willing to say.

John will usually walk you back to your room after dinner or time in his office unless he's swamped with work.

A small hand on the small of your back while he leads you. It's always a respectable touch, though he tucks you into his side, nodding at everyone you may pass.

If you're comfortable with it, he likes to press a kiss to your head, smiling that goofy ass smile, and tells you to get a good night's rest.

He lets you help him trim up his beard, he won't let you do all of it but he likes the closeness of it, him sitting down while you gently shape it up, tilting his head up and he tries his best to not stare directly at your chest.

The fact that he's letting you this close to his neck with a razor is a sign of trust, maybe small for others but for a man that doesn't drop his guard and doesn't truly trust others, it speaks volumes.

The first time he let you, you were barely putting any pressure and he grabbed your hand in his and showed you. "You're not gonna hurt me, put more force into it, yeah?"

Don't get me started on going out on walks in London with Price, he wraps you up in his beanie and some big leather jacket he has that dwarves you, helping you move through crowds by once again holding the small of your back, or taking your smaller hand in his. (He doesn't correct anyone if they mistake you as married)

He likes to kiss the back of your hand and laughs when it makes you blush and sputter out that his beard is scratchy.

Ghost:

Ghost is a subtle one, he won't actively reach for you or your hand but he does have some part of him against you most times.

Whether it be his leg, arm, or thigh, anything works. A normal place yall will be seen together is in the dining hall, you've both learned to ignore the stares from everyone else.

Simon never eats there, just sits with you until you're finished and then you both move on to either his quarters or somewhere else so he can peel his mask up to eat a bit.

However, while you're eating and telling him about anything under the sun, he'll lean over and wipe some crumbs off of your mouth with his thumb softly, which again, you're used to so okay whatever but Recruits always are taken aback in their seats.

Ghost's reflexes kick into overdrive with you. His hand going to cover a corner of a table 9/10 times before you completely wreck your shit, but when he does miss (sometimes on purpose).

He'll bring a hand up to rub at your head for you, chuckling under his breath before cooing down at you "That hurt pretty? Sure look like it did."

Whenever you two specifically are paired onto a mission, doesn't matter if any of the guys complain, he will share a cot/tent with you. He claims he runs the hottest (he doesn't, it's Johnny but he will not lose on this) and can keep your body the warmest.

He pretty much lugs you on top of him and wraps his arms around your waist, he'll press a hand against your head if you keep fidgeting, rasping at you to go to sleep. He takes great pride in the fact that you're usually out like a light very shortly.

I've said it once and I'll say it again, Ghost likes to hook a finger into your body straps and pull it really hard and let it smack you to get your attention if you're not actively paying attention to him, he'll soothe the area but he's smirking behind that fucking mask.

On that note, he definitely does the "You got something right here." And points at your chest and immediately pull up to flick your nose hard as fuck, he KNOWS his own strength but sometimes your eyes water and he immediately feels bad.

Ghost rests his head on your chest a lot, he finds your heartbeat to be soothing and reassuring, also grunts if you don't wrap your arms around him in return, bro literally shoves his head into you and groans

This is a grown man but it's cute so you let it slide bc he'll never ask for it outright, he just assumes you'll cradle his head.

Soap:

Johnny is the most shameless motherfucker here, I'm talking about draping himself over you, grabbing at your cheeks, ruffling your hair, kissing you dangerously close to your lips (it drives the others mad), he's the most unapologetic about it and will gloat to the others.

Manhandler #1, isn't above grabbing you by your hips and picking you up to move you somewhere, he's literally gone and grabbed you from some rookies side to come stand next to him with a smile and you're just so used to it that you just shrug and go along with it. (He gets slightly jealous, why would you stand next to some random ass dude and not him??)

Throws you over his shoulder, or likes you to cling to his front or his back and just carries you, he says it's a comfortable weight. If you ever dare say you're too heavy, he's gonna go to the gym and work out even more to PROVE to you that he simply doesn't care, he will carry you.

Extremely bad habit of sneaking into your room to fall asleep with you, Price has come into your room many times to see Soap sprawled on top of you, he's drooling and snoring and you're knocked the fuck out (he's like a glorified weighted blanket).

I've touched on this before but he only wants you to cut his hair for him, yeah he can go to the barber on base but he much prefers you and loves it when you scratch at his scalp. He also likes to just have his head in between your thighs but that's something else for another time-

Soap specifically slings you over his shoulder a lot, especially off base where he truly doesn't have any fucks to give.

You're not going to bed because you have other work?? Too bad, shoulder time you go. You're not willing to get up and make yourself food? Good thing he's here, either pick what you want from the kitchen or throw some clothes on bc he IS dragging you out of the house.

Johnny likes to draw on you a lot, it ranges from scribbles, to sometimes his name if he's feeling cheeky (he's drawn it on your thigh before and you didn't notice until Gaz shot you a look), to intricate drawings of whatever he can think whether it be a landscape or an animal.

He always holds you steady and it isn't uncommon for your limbs to fall asleep but it's worth it, if only to see him smile.

Gaz:

Gaz is probably the most secretly clingy person out of the four, he CAN function without your touch but does he PREFER to? No.

His first instinct in any situation is to grab you and shield you, he's the fastest of the four so his body moves without thinking and it's saved you more times than any of you would like to count.

The one mission where you both fell out of a moving truck, he tucked your body into his despite it costing him his shoulder popping out of the socket, you couldn't help but freak out while Ghost moved to pop it back into place.

"Why the fuck would you do that? Look at your arm!" "It's nothing." "Garrick what the fuck-"

When you're out anywhere off base, he's holding your hand, good luck trying to pull away bc he is not letting go. Too bad so sad, resign to your fate.

I think Gaz is definitely good at dancing, at least with you and when the right music is on, you cannot tell me this man wouldn't twirl you around and shit-fight me on it. He'll even lift you off your feet, laughing when you scramble to grab at his shoulders.

He goes stark still if you rest your head on his shoulder, not because he's nervous but because he's worried about waking you up when he knows you deserve a rest.

He'll usually wrap his arm around your shoulder to hold you in place so the heli ride doesn't jostle you so much, gentleness rubbing his knuckles along your arm to soothe you.

Gaz is the one who holds you when you have nightmares, on rare occasions when Soap isn't in your room and you just need to be held with no talking, you always without thinking find yourself in Kyle's room, his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucks your head under his chin, no questions asked.

He'll maybe hum a tune to help you relax but other than that, he lets you lead the way.

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midnightcrw · 6 months

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Fight

Pairing: Ghost x Reader, Price x Reader, Soap x Reader, Gaz x Reader

Summary: Your child gets in trouble

a/n: This one is a little different from my usual ones, but I just felt like writing for all four of them. I'm not sure how accurate you'll all find them as I've deliberately exaggerated them, but I do believe that Gaz is a sassy man after seeing how he didn't want to shake Graves' hand. I've also named the children of the TF141, I hope that's okay with you all.

Scenario:

The moment you both heard that your child got in trouble, the first thing you two did was rush into the principal's office in fear that something happened.

And now you were both sitting in the principal's office with your child, while another child was there with his parents.

Ghost:

Your eyes widened as you heard the principal say that Daisy and another girl in her class had gotten into a physical fight.

"There was also something your daughter said that is completely unacceptable," Mr. Smith said, looking disappointed at Daisy, even though the girl apparently started the fight and your daughter was just defending herself.

"It wasn't even that bad..." Daisy muttered underneath her breath as she crossed her arms.

Simon was very quiet, but his stoic expression spoke for itself.

"Daisy, I want you to quote what you said," Mr. Smith continued, not wanting to hear another word from her unless she quoted exactly what she said to the girl.

Your daughter looked at you, a pleading look on her face but you just shook your head at her in disappointment, wanting to hear what she said.

She sighed and quoted what she had said before, "You have a face that only a mother could love."

Without missing a single beat, Simon started wheezing in his seat the moment he heard his daughter's insult to the girl.

You glared at him, "Simon!"

Trying to calm down, he put his palm on his mouth as he continued, completely ignoring the angry looks of the principal and the other family.

"Mr. Riley, I want you to calm down. This is highly inappropriate," Mr. Smith said as Simon calmed down.

A few seconds of silence passed between you all before your beloved husband opened his mouth.

"Did you win?"

"Simon!?"

Price:

It felt like hours as the girl's parents and the girl herself ranted and raved about the fact that your daughter Sophie punched her.

At first you had both been shocked, completely angry at your daughter until the parents opened their mouths to speak.

You almost fell asleep listening to the mother go on and on about how her daughter's nose was bleeding because of Sophie.

Price, on the other hand, sat still in his seat, listening to the whole thing, not having said a word since he walked into the principal's office.

"Your daughter should be suspended!" The father said, glaring at Sophie.

Mr. Smith didn't even get a single chance to say anything, as they continued.

Slowly, Price seemed to lose his patience and turned his head towards you and your daughter.

He whispered, "Punch her harder next time."

"What?" The principal asks.

"Nothing."

Price says as Sophie giggles at her dad.

You tried to stifle your grin by putting a hand over your mouth, just hoping that the parents would shut up soon.

Soap:

Your son sat between the two of you, his nose bleeding and his face bruised as he frowned at the boy and his parents.

You were extremely worried as you put a hand on your son, Callum's arm, and quietly asked him if he was hurt anywhere else.

Callum just shook his head, not wanting to speak while Soap was already getting bored listening to all of the talking the principal was doing.

"It doesn't matter if he started insulting him because Callum was the one who got violent," Mr. Smith said as you tried to defend your son.

The boy obviously looked much worse than Callum. His hair was disheveled and his face was bruised. His nose was also bleeding, as was his lower lip.

It looked like your son had done some damage.

"What exactly did he do?" Soap asked, wanting to know exactly how Callum had hit the boy.

As Mr. Smith explained what your son had done, Soap's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face.

"I'm so proud of you, you used the punch I taught you," Soap said, extremely pleased that Callum had listened and actually used the things he had taught him.

Callum grinned at his dad's antics as you put your face in your hands, sighing and muttering "Why did I marry this idiot..."

Gaz:

You were shocked to hear what your son, Ethan, had done to the boy.

Mr. Smith was obviously upset and angry that Ethan had acted so childishly, and immediately got into a physical fight the moment the boy wouldn't stop insulting him.

You felt the headache already pounding in your head as you rubbed your temple, completely out of it.

Ethan didn't really say anything, he just listened to everything that was said.

The boy's parents glared at the three of you, never once looking away.

The boy that insulted your son, looked angry, obviously still being pissed at the fact that Ethan punched him, even though he himself started with the insults.

Gaz was not even shocked, sitting there with his hand holding up his head up as he looked extremely uninterested in the principal's endless speech.

Rolling his eyes, Gaz moved closer to you and Ethan as he whispered.

"Did you break any of his bones?"

"No."

"Good, because I'm not paying anything in this economy."

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luci4theminorannoyance · 2 months

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OK but reader not wanting to forgive whoever tortured them after being falsely accused? (I don't know for which characters but um anyone of kortac and the task 141 if that's OK? Sorry for the ask I've been in a depressed state lately)

a/n: it’s okay!!! I hope you get feeling better :(! I realized after writing this whole post that you said ‘not’ so- erm- request again so I can do it correctly next time! I’m so so so sorry

Konig:

-he’s mad for you. He’s mad at himself and he’s mad at everyone else who got tricked into hurting you! He doesn’t want to be forgiven when he knows he did something that horrid to you

-he accepts your apology of course, but it still eats at him and haunts him and he makes sure everyone else involved doesn’t get off the hook as easy as you want them to…

soap:

-the apology makes him feel better, but at the same time he doesn’t want you to talk to him or even anyone else involved… you don’t deserve to be around people who were hurting you at the flip of a dime, but of course he can’t pull himself away from you

-feels horrid at the idea of you forgiving him after the fact. he had apologized enough though he still manages to apologize practically every day until it’s a long forgotten memory in a year or so, and even then whenever you get hurt in any way or you think about it he’s back apologizing

price:

-he sits you down and looks you in the eyes; his anger and sadness very very very clear

-“I don’t want you to apologizing to or forgiving people because you feel bad about not doing so. I want you to only forgive people you want to forgive because they’re making an effort to fix your hurt, including me. Yah?”

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phantasmagoria-in-neverland · 6 months

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COD men and what article of clothing of theirs they prefer to see you in.

John Price is an elegant gentleman, he loves putting his coat over your shoulders when you're cold. He always holds it for you to help you put it on, and he adjusts the collar as his fingers gently brush against your neck. His coat is big, warm and it smells like him, and he adores the way you burrow yourself into it. During the colder months, he keeps an extra jacket in his car that he can wear if he gives you the one he had on, and if you fall asleep while you're not at home, John always gently lays his coat over you like a blanket.

Simon “Ghost” Riley is an absolute sucker for the way you look in his hoodies, and although he never says it out loud, he gets a certain look in his eyes that speaks a thousand words in his place. They're oversized even on him, and they fit his style perfectly: black with the occasional skull/edgy design of some sorts. He especially loves it if your style is even just a little bit different from his, the contrast makes him melt. He never asks you to wear his hoodies, but he does leave them lying around in a way that is very obvious.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish goes feral every single time he sees you in his boxers. It doesn't even have to be sexual, just the intimacy of it makes him go wild. It's something that you simply don't share with anyone else, sure, someone else might lend you their jacket, but no one else but him can lend you something as intimate as his boxers. If you also wear boxers he is more than happy to trade, if you don't, he will not so jokingly insist that his underwear is way more comfortable than whatever you're wearing.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick puts his signature cap on your head every time he isn't wearing it or he isn't on a mission. It's the most him thing he owns, and he thinks there's something incredibly intimate (and attractive) about seeing you wearing it. He's sharing with you the one thing he wears that truly feels like it represents him, and he'd love it if you did the same for him. Sometimes he helps you put it on almost reverentially, other times, he pulls the visor over your eyes and chuckles like it's the funniest thing in the world.

Alejandro Vargas loves when you wear his shirts. It's a bit of a classic, but he loves the difference between how they look on him, tight and accentuating his muscles, and how they look on you, with the neckline wide enough for small flashes of your collarbones to peek out. Wear his shirt as a dress, even just once, and he will never shut up about how much of a breathtaking sight you make. He subconsciously starts buying colours he thinks will suit you, and the wide grin he gets when he sees you in them could light up an entire city.

Rodolfo Parra prefers to give you the most comfortable, cozy clothes he owns. It can vary from a warm sweater, to comfortable joggers, to a loose T-shirt. Whatever makes you feel the most at home is immediately transferred from his wardrobe and into yours. And if you prefer it when they still smell of him, he'll either take the care of wearing them just to give them back to you, or give you a bottle of his perfume that you can spray on whenever you want to. Most of all, he has a gigantic soft spot for seeing you in an article of clothing that has sentimental value and meaning to him.

Phillip Graves loves to give you clothes that are very easily recognisable as his, like the blue button ups that he always wears. He adores seeing how comfortable you look in them while you wear them at home, maybe paired with high socks. And he adores it even more when you style them properly to wear them outside the house, in a way that makes it clear that you're happy to let everyone know who your man is. Either way, his eyes are glued to you for the whole day while you are wearing his shirts, a smug smile on his face.

König always gives you small pieces of himself, small things that remind you of him but that are subtle enough not to bring other people's attention to it. He likes that it's something only the two of you know about, something you keep for yourselves. The things he gives you always change, it could be a ring one day, then a necklace, a scarf, or even a bag. And in the privacy of your home, he adores seeing you in his mask, as he shares the intimate part of himself he never shares with anyone else.

Alex Keller literally gives you free reign over his closet. Everything that is his is yours as well, you don't even have to ask. He'll even change his outfit for the day if he sees you wearing something he was planning on putting on. When he goes shopping, he often asks you to accompany him, so that you can help him choose the pieces that you think would look best on him, and also the pieces that he knows you'll want to steal later. He also adores wearing his clothes after you've borrowed them, your smell still lingering comfortingly on them.

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the-whispers-of-death · 3 days

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Worshipper!Soap

This is the masterlist of all of the Worshipper!Soap Drabbles. This reader is gender neutral.

First Thoughts About Worshipper!Soap

This may not be a completed list (it may be expanded upon)!

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d0youc0py · 10 months

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Heyyy. This might b triggering so it’s okay if u don’t do it, but how would 141 + Konig react if reader was @ her friends house and got in the middle of an argument between friend + her bf and friends bf ended up hitting reader? (Kinda self indulgent 🫣)

“You always do this Simon!” You growled, shoving some clothes into an overnight bag.

“Do what?” He snapped back. He stood in the doorway, trying to slow his breathing. He was upset- more than upset, but he refused to loose his patience with you. “Just want to keep you safe kid.” He reminded.

“You’re trying to isolate me!” You shouted, making your way towards the bathroom. “Every time I try to do anything you always tell me it’s not safe- or that I shouldn’t trust this person. Newsflash Simon I have been able to survive on this earth without you.”

“I don’t like him.” He held strong. He wouldn’t compromise with you if he felt you were at risk. Your friend had invited you to spend the night at her house for a sleepover, and when you broke the news to Simon his first question was: ‘will that slag of hers be there?’ To be honest you hadn’t even thought about it. Why did it matter if he was there? You knew Simon trusted you but his constant distrust of other people was starting to wear on you.

“That doesn’t really matter Simon.” You sighed. You stood in front of him expectantly, waiting for him to move out of the frame. “Besides what evidence to you have against him?”

“He’s a strange man.” He responded.

“He’s not a stranger Simon. We’ve been on like three double dates with them.” You huffed, taking it upon yourself to push past him when he refused to move. He growled to himself, following you around the flat. Suddenly his hands gripped your hips pulling you back towards him. His neck bent down and you instinctually made room for his head by tilting yours to the side.

“Just stay home with me tonight, yeah?” The anger left your body at his soft words and the small kisses placed against your neck. “Or at least say you can’t spend the night. No reason for you to be away for that long.” You turned in his arms, placing a kiss against his chin.

“Simon I’ll be fine, yeah?” You murmured, causing another huff to escape him.

•••

That turned out to be a fat lie.

“Do you think Simon’s going to propose anytime soon?” She asked causing you to flush. “You two have been together for what, three, four years?”

“Just two.” You corrected politely. “I don’t know honestly, haven’t really thought about it much.”

“Such a lie.” She snickered, wiggling her brows at you. You rolled your eyes waving her off.

“Keep it down in there!” You both jumped at the sudden boom from the living room.

“Sorry Rick!” Your friend shouted, seemingly unbothered by his nasty tone. A pit formed in your stomach.

“He always talk to you like that?” You asked, keeping your voice down. She looked at you with a small smile.

“Just when I’m bothering him. Surely Simon snaps at you.” She explained. How could she not realize how out of touch her statement was.

“Not like that.” You said.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” You winced as Ricks voice rung out from behind you. How the hell were you suppose to get out of this one? “You comin into my house, filling my girls head with shite?” He snarled. You quickly stood up.

“No, course not.” You smiled, making your way towards the door.

“I’m good to her.” He huffed, following your footsteps. You nodded your head in agreement.

“I’m sure you are.” You offered a weak smile, peaking behind you to make sure you didn’t trip over any furniture. His arm darted out gripping yours, tugging you close to him.

“You’re sure?” He pressed. You were a quivering mess at this point. Fear and adrenaline being to much for your body to process.

“Rick!” Your friend yelled. He threw a harsh ‘shut up’ over his shoulder. Your mind raced trying to remember even just one technique Simon had showed you. You wished you had payed more attention, instead of just staring at his arms the whole time.

“You’re sure?” He growled again giving you a shake.

“Stop!” You shouted. It was met with a harsh smack to your face.

“I’ve got neighbors you little”- His words were cut off as Simon’s words finally rang through your head:

“When in doubt, aim for the balls or the throat.”

You decided the first one was the most viable option. It had caught him off guard enough to loosen his grip and it was all you needed, slamming the front door shut behind you. You had made it down the flight of stairs, your hands searching your pockets for your phone only to realize you had left it inside.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, trying to make heads or tails of where you were. You weren’t overly familiar with this area. But you were familiar with the fast approaching figure heading towards you. “Simon.” You gasped, hurdling yourself towards him. You didn’t know why he was here but you sure as shit weren’t complaining.

Even through your own shakes you could feel him tremble against you. You let out a sob as he tried to pull away from you.

“He touch you?” He growled, none of it’s malice towards you. Your cheek burned and you could only imagine the mark it had left.

“I want to go home.” You sputtered, burying your face in the safety of his shoulder. He swallowed down his anger to the best of his ability.

“Alright, sweetheart.” He murmured against your head. He carried you to the truck, buckling you up. He continued to let you cling to him until you had calmed, and the loudest thing between you two was his pounding heartbeat. “Tell me what happened, yeah?” He hummed, trying his hardest to fake some calmness.

“He grabbed my arm.” You whispered. His chest heaved. “And”- you cut yourself off. Taking a small breath you pulled away from him, his heated eyes quickly falling on the bruise already spreading over half your face. His face flushed, but he was able to hold in the burning of his body.

“Sweetheart.” He said slowly. He pressed his lips against your forehead. “Give me the apartment number.”

“1G.” You said, with surprisingly little hesitation. Whatever Simon was about to do, it was deserved.

When Simon came back he was shockingly clean, and shockingly poised. He tossed your overnight bag into the back seat and handed you your phone when he got into the drivers seat.

“Simon”- he cut you off by tangling both your hands with one of his, pulling out of the parking garage. You didn’t need to know. You didn’t need to know that he had broken down a door- and almost every bone in that man’s body. That he had been waiting outside the apartment building for the past three hours, stewing in his own protectiveness. Your friend wasn’t even mad. She didn’t bat an eye when Simon asked to use her bathroom to clean himself up a bit- not wanting that man’s blood anywhere near your precious body.

He brought your hands up pressing a kiss against your knuckles, pulling into the grocery store parking lot for a bag of frozen peas and ice cream.

He wasn’t suppose to be home yet. He had at least another week away- another week for your bruised face to heal. It had just began to look better, the harsh purple color fading to more of a greenish yellow color.

He opened the door, steadying himself for the only attack he actually enjoyed. Your pressing yourself as close to him as you could, tangling your limbs with any part of him, your lips suffocating any thought he had other than he was finally home with you. His stomach dropped when it never came, shutting to door behind him his bag thumping loud against the floor.

“Sweetheart?” His voice boomed, the worst running through his head. He reminded himself he wasn’t suppose to be home for another week and that you weren’t expecting him. Yet your car was in the driveway and there was still no sign of you.

“I’m here.” His shoulders relaxed, your voice melting his brain just right.

“Where are y”- he stopped himself. You were standing in front of him. The realization as to why you weren’t all over him right now crashing down on him harder than a bullet. You- his literal everything- adorned with a sickening brush on your cheek. The same cheek he would brush his beard against to make you laugh. The same cheek his fingers would stroke to self soothe when his brain was just too loud. The same cheek that would flush berry red when he mumbled certain things against you.

“I can explain.” You said quickly, allowing him to maneuver the two of you to the couch. You quickly found your designated spot on his lap, hoping your touch would cause the storm that was about to ensure lighten.

“I want a name.” His voice was calm. Too calm.

“It was an accident. Fell in the garden and hit myself on that big rock you keep telling me to look out for.”

He wasn’t buying it. His face stone cold, as his thumb traced over the healing brush gently.

“I’ll be good.” He assured. He couldn’t fathom why you wanted to protect this person. Must’ve been someone you knew. “Name, please.”

“John.” You whined, clawing at his shirt. He huffed and relaxed you against him, resting his cheek against the top of your head.

“You don’t want to tell me because you think I’ll overreact.” He couldn’t even blame you for that. The man would happily start a war over you. “I won’t touch ‘em, I promise.” He whispered. His hand rubbed up and down your back and you realized just how much you needed the comfort. His hand stopped at your neck, massaging the tense muscles. “Just need to know who hurt my love, hmm?”

“Promise you won’t hurt anyone?” You insisted using his chest to cover up a yawn. He hummed, nodding his head.

“Rick. Remember Kelsey’s boyfriend? I went over to her house and he showed up drunk yelling at her about some fight they had earlier. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut and before I knew it he hit me.” You explained. The normally comfortable body under you had turned ridged, his heartbeat drumming against your ear. “John?”

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” He chuckled slowly against your temple. “Did you”-

“Put a frozen steak on it? Yeah.”

“I’m sorry that happened darling.” He sighed. His large hands gripped your sides pulling you away from him just for a moment. “If something like that ever happens again you call me, understand?” His eyebrow rose to show his seriousness.

“Yes sir.” You swore a small smile on your lips.

He had kept his promise- he didn’t hurt anyone. But he couldn’t allow someone who hurt you live a comfortable life. It would go against his oath to you if he did.

And besides, someone has to make the enemy afraid of the dark.

He should’ve know better than to leave you alone. He thought that for just one moment while he went to the bathroom it would be safe. You had been tucked under his arm the whole evening, so everyone knew who you were there with. It was his fault for assuming his physique was enough to keep any unwanted advancements away. Time slowed as he came out of the bathroom, his trained eyes spotting you right where he had left you, except you were on the floor. Tears streaming down that perfect face of yours, your own hand cupping your cheek. He didn’t even need to see your best friend pulling at her boyfriends arm in shock- or the way his green eyes stared at his own hand like it had just appeared out of thin air to know what had happened.

Johnny was by your side in an instant, pulling your hazy body to its feet. He’d experienced this before on the field. Everything moving in slow motion- hyper focusing on the important things. Right now it was you.

“Mac.” You gasped, your fingers curling into his shirt sleeve. Like a shockwave he was pulled back into real time. The loud chatter of the bar. The smell of cigarettes and stale beer. The fear rolling off of you. It made his blood boil. He turned to look at Rick his mind going into autopilot. His hand shot out grabbing him by the shirt collar on flinging him backwards. The bar went dead silent the only sound was Ricks body slamming into the wall of liquor bottles behind the bar. Johnny took a few steps forward wanting to finish what he had just started. That wasn’t enough of a punishment. He wouldn’t be happy till he was unrecognizable. “Jo.” Your pleading voice snapped him out of it once more.

In that moment he realized how selfish he was. You were scared and needed assurance, not seeing your husband nearly kill someone. He wrapped a sturdy arm around you guiding you out of the disheveled bar. The cold felt good against your heated bodies.

“I don’t know what happened.” You sputtered, letting the Scot support your body weight. “Camilla was making a joke about how angry Rick gets when she folds his laundry wrong and I made a joke about how she still does his laundry and then he”-

You couldn’t even get through the story.

“Let me see.” Johnny hushed, gently removing your hand from your face. He leaned forward pressing a light kiss against the throbbing flesh. “How bad does it hurt?”

“Six out of ten.” You responded, nuzzling your way back into his strong chest. All you wanted was to be home in bed in the safety of his arms. The smell of pine tickled your brain enough for the tears to stop.

“Should go back there and”-

“No.” You huffed.

“That number is too damn high for me to let him off easy.”

“Easy? You threw the man across the room with one hand.” You reminded.

“Should make it so he only has one hand.”

“Johnny.” The use of his full name stopped the unintelligible Scottish rambling that was sure to ensue. “Can we go home please?”

“Hey sweetheart, need me to come pick you up?” Kyle spoke into the phone that was resting between his shoulder and his cheek. When you sniffled into the phone he didn’t even bother to pause his game, his fingers gripping the device in his hand.

“Ky.” You mumbled. You mumbled in that specific tone that cracked his heart in such a wince worthy way. “I need help.” His blood ran cold.

“Stay on the phone with me, yeah.” He demanded, shoving his feet into a pair of shoes. “What happened?” The sound of his car starting settled you a little bit. “You still at your friends house?”

“No, I’m down the street, by the library.” You sniffed. “He hit me, Ky.”

A sound let Kyles throat- a mix of a growl and a whine. His foot pressed even harder against the accelerator, running straight through a red light. His body was shaking, adrenaline heightening his senses. He wished the two of you didn’t live in such a big city with so much fucking traffic.

“Who’s he?” Kyle snarled.

“Jess’s boyfriend.” You emphasized. “They got into a stupid fight about which Pizza to order for lunch and all I did was fucking agree with her.”

He felt sick. He’d seen a lot of gruesome shit in his life, but the thought of someone hurting you took the cake. He could imagine how scared you were- how scared you are. He can see the tears welling up in your eyes and he imagined your heart rate was about the same as his right now. He can imagine you scrambling to find a way out of there- away from the danger.

“After this we’re practicing those damn self dense moves.” He gritted. You mumbled an ‘okay’ before seeing a familiar sleek, black car pull up next to you.

“How’d you get here so fast?” You questioned, hanging up the phone as he got out of the car.

“Let me see.” He insisted, pressing the back of his palm against your heated cheek. You winced, shying away. “Let’s go get you some ice.” He said mostly to himself. He rested a hand on the back of your neck guiding you to the passenger side.

He kept his hand in your lap the whole drive to the grocery store. “What pizza did he want?”

“Pepperoni with mushrooms.” You replied. The rest of the ride was silent, Kyle went into the store without you.

“Hold this against your face.” He pressed a bag of frozen peas to your cheek. He unwrapped your favorite candy bar, placing it in your lap. Even with your swollen face you couldn’t stop a smile. “I need to make a quick stop before we go home.” His eyes flickered over to you, the same flash of anger striking through him as he took your appearance in. You didn’t think anything of it till he turned down your friends street.

“Kyle.” You mumbled. The last thing you wanted to do was be back here.

“I know baby, I know.” He tried his best to soothe, but he was so riled up. He needed to get this out of his system. Besides he couldn’t just let people hurt you and get away with it. “Stay here, I’ll only be a second.” He closed the door behind him, grabbing a frozen pizza that you didn’t even know he got out of the backseat. You watched anxiously as he made his way up the driveway ringing the doorbell.

The door opened to reveal Rick and Kyle wasted absolutely no time shoving the frozen pizza in his face. The strength of it sent Rick flying backwards and Kyle took the upmost pleasure in the loud crack of his nose breaking.

“Traffic is bad mein Herz. I’m going to be a little late.” You huffed at his words.

“Drive safe I’ll see you soon.”

“He running late?” Your friend questioned as you made your way back into the kitchen.

“Yeah, should be here soon though.” She smiled, taking dinner out of the oven. “Help me set up?” She asked over her shoulder, making her way to the dinning room. You began grabbing the silverware out of the drawer.

“No, Konig?” Rick asked, sitting down at the kitchen island. You shook your head.

“He’ll be here soon.” You assured.

“That’s too bad.” His hand landing on your hip followed his slimy words.

“What are you doing?” You spat, backing away. He shushed you.

“Keep you’re voice down. Don’t want her to find us out, yeah?” He said, nodding his head towards the dinning room.

“There is nothing to find out!” You must’ve said it too loud, because Ricks hand flung forward connecting with your cheek. You dropped the spoons in your hand, then clattering loudly on the floor. You didn’t even have time to feel scared, catching sight of the colossal figure in the doorway.

Rick followed your gaze and it was almost laugh worthy at how quickly he lost all confidence.

“Schatz?” Konig held out his car keys to you. “Wait in the car, please.”

Gentle blue eyes watched you, almost chuckling at the way you skipped over to him. Konig reveled in the way you trusted him. Trusted him to take care of you- to protect you. Later he would wrap you up in his arms and hold a bag of ice to your face, but right now he had other things to deal with.

“And turn the music up. It might get loud in here.”

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