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Soap Mactavish x Reader - Mental Health Day
Word Count - 1.1k
Warnings - depression, cursing, very SFW
A/N: This is a gift for my friend @bunnyreaper, so reader is described!! Sorry y'all <3
For bunny, I want you to know that I love you so much and that you are valued and loved. I hope this brings some light to your life :)
For the past few weeks, it feels like every day has been the same. Wake up, cry, eat whatever shitty snacks are in the pantry, cry some more, check your phone, and go back to bed. Rinse and repeat. You know you must look like hell, with unwashed hair and bags under your eyes that won’t seem to go away, but you can’t bring yourself to care – or rather, you care but you can’t find the energy to do anything about it. You haven’t had the energy to do much of anything recently, now that you think of it. Depression is a bitch, you know, but it doesn’t change the fact that when it hits you upside the head with an emotional baseball bat, you’re unable to fight back with the metaphorical pool noodle you have in response.
Your phone buzzes on the pillow next to you, and you groan, opening your eyes blearily and sitting up. Afternoon light is streaming in through the blinds, and you squint at your phone screen. You have a myriad of messages, but you only care about one: a message from your boyfriend, Johnny “Soap” Mactavish, the cheerful, firecracker of a man that barreled his way into your heart and made a home nestled between your ribs. You love him with everything you have, but even speaking to him has taken more energy than you’ve had recently.
Johnny <;3: Mind if I stop by, bun? got something I think you’ll like.
Thankfully, Johnny has always been both understanding and accommodating of your mental health struggles and has never asked more of you than he thinks you can handle. Which is why, you think as you smooth out your hair in the bathroom mirror, he’s coming over to see you. You pull out your phone and fire off a quick text before heading to the bathroom.
You: I’ll meet you at the door :)
By the time you’ve put on your least dirty pair of pajamas and brushed your teeth, there’s an excited knock at your apartment door. Knowing you must look a mess, you aren’t quite thrilled to open it, but all reservations melt away as soon as Soap sets the groceries he was holding down and sweeps you up in his arms with a bright smile and a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Olivia,” he murmurs, practically lifting you off the ground with the force of his hug. “Missed holdin’ you, love.”
“Missed you too, Johnny”, you mumble into his strong chest, feeling the muscles under his shirt. Yes, you were being squeezed quite tightly, but you most certainly didn’t mind it. It was nice to be surrounded by him again.
As he sets you down, you notice he’s holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his arms. You can’t help but smile at the sweet and romantic gesture, but before you know it hot tears are rolling down your face. Johnny’s brow furrows in worry, and he softly lifts your chin up to wipe your tears. “Shh, shh, bun,” he whispers, wiping your tears with his thumbs before holding you close. “S’okay, I’m here now, yeah? Yer not alone now. Never have been.”
At that, you cry harder, dampening his shirt with your tears, but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind. He lets you sob into his chest, rocking you gently back and forth in the doorway of your apartment until your sobs die to sniffles and shaky breaths. Once he’s sure you’re calm, he doesn’t hesitate before picking you up with ease and carrying you into the kitchen.
“Alright, love,” he declares, a determined glint in his eye. “First order of business? Getting some food in you.”
There’s no room for protest as he sets you down on the counter before turning to the stove. You begin to protest, opening your mouth to speak phrases like you really don’t have to and that’s too much, but the words die on your lips as he raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you dare, Olivia,” he teases. “I know you’ve been too unwell to cook.”
At that, you don’t offer anything but a sheepish smile and a shrug, and he grins. “Thought so, hen,” he says as he turns back to the stove and begins cracking the eggs he brought.
You watch as he assembles what appears to be the most perfect breakfast out of all breakfasts, complete with eggs, bacon, and waffles (admittedly, the waffles are toaster brand – while an amazing boyfriend, Soap does not have the ability to make batter from scratch). Handing you a plate and leaning next to you on the counter, he takes a big bite of the eggs. “What do you think?”
You mirror his actions, taking your own bite. Your stomach grumbles in appreciation, delighted at the first taste of real food, and you smile at him, your eyes showing a light in them he hasn’t seen for weeks. “They’re amazing, Johnny. Thank you,” you say, kissing his cheek lovingly in response.
As the both of you finish your breakfast together, you feel the dark cloud that has been surrounding you over the past few weeks slowly lift. By the time breakfast is cleaned up, you’re feeling a lot better than you had been. The flowers are freshly trimmed and put in a vase on the table, and they bring color to the apartment that you haven’t felt in a long time.
Soap gently coaxes you into the shower, and while you scrub the past few weeks’ tension from your body, he does a load of laundry and strips the sheets off your bed. By the time you emerge from your sauna-like bathroom, your pajamas are in the dryer and your bed is made with new sheets, blankets and stuffed animals folded and arranged with military precision.
As you sit with your back to his chest, Johnny gently brushing the tangles out of your curls and massaging your scalp all at once, he murmurs your nickname. “Bunny?” He asks.
“Hm?” You turn your head to look at him, the light of your bedroom lamp reflected on his face.
“I know that you don’t like asking for help. And yer so strong and kind and smart, you don’t always need to. But don’t ever feel like you can’t rely on me, okay?” He cradles your face in his warm hands, sincerity reflected in his bright blue eyes. “When your brain is lying to you, I want to be here to tell you the truth.”
At that, you can’t stop the tears from spilling over again, but unlike before, Johnny is here to hold you close in his arms, running his hands soothingly down your back and murmuring kindness into your ears. Unlike before, your bed is no longer empty, and your brain is no longer full of negative self-talk and racing thoughts. Johnny surrounds you like the warm blankets in your shared bed, his scent enveloping you and lulling you into a peaceful slumber.
You’re just barely drifting off when you feel him kiss your temple tenderly and whisper softly in your ear: “I love you, Olivia.” And then you fall asleep.
A/N: I'm at a cafe and I literally can't stop thinking about fat!reader catching the eye of Gaz while ordering a drink so BEAR WITH ME OKAY
Currently picturing Gaz scoping out an area for a mission, wishing he had a dark coffee to keep him warm so he wanders into the nearest cafe. It's crowded, soft music playing from the speakers and pop art hanging from the walls and his eyes wander the throng of people - and then he sees you in the long line, layered up to your neck to keep out the cold, waiting patiently for a drink to warm your bones. He quietly slips behind you in line, unable to stop staring at the way your cheeks are reddened from the cold and how your soft stomach spills over your jeans, the way your jacket flatters your larger figure so well. He's immediately enamored, and when you give the barista at the counter your order, he orders the exact same thing so he can run up and "accidentally" grab your drink instead of his when they call them out. He pretends to be embarrassed and apologizes as your hands brush the same paper cup, and then flashes a charming smile and comments about how "you have great taste in beverages, love".
He asks for your name and if you'd like to sit down, and by the end of the hour he knows your name, your number, where you work, what you do for fun. He decides as he walks you out of the cafe, that an overwhelmingly sweet latte was a small price to pay in order to meet a gorgeous, soft thing such as yourself.
Be My Valentine
Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader for @soapsgf in @'bunnyreaper's valentine's day fic exchange!! hope you enjoy, love <3
You’re playing with the satin straps of the lace set you have on when you hear the jiggling of the lock in the front door. Head whipping to the hallway, you quickly run and grab one of Simon's t-shirts, throwing it on and moving to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Sweetheart?” Simon’s voice echoes in the hall as he sets down his keys and leans down to untie his boots. “I’m back from the store.” “I’m here!” You call back, still distracted as you fiddle with the hem of the shirt, nervously waiting for your boyfriend to come in the door. You hear Simon’s heavy steps as he walks down the hall and into your shared bedroom. His eyes widen as he sees you dressed in his t-shirt, your bare legs giving the impression that you’re wearing nothing underneath. You approach him, hands moving to cup his face as you give him a soft smile. “Hey”, you breathe, noticing the way his hands ghost your sides, feeling his cock strains in his jeans as you press against him.
"What's all this, hmm?" He asks, feigning nonchalance as you not-so-subtly press your tits against his chest. "Is it my birthday or something?"
"No", you laugh a little and lean up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. “It's for being the best boyfriend ever. Happy Valentine’s Day, Simon."
“Happy Valentine’s Day to me indeed", he says, picking you up effortlessly and carrying you to the bed. His eyes are dark with arousal as he sets you both on the sheets, leaning over you and sliding his hand under the shirt.
He freezes as he feels the soft lace you’re wearing underneath, and moves to slowly tug the shirt up and over your head, revealing the red lingerie you’re wearing. It perfectly accentuates your figure, the lace cupping your breasts and leaving very little to the imagination. “Do you like it?” You ask a little nervously, and Simon’s eyes flicker up to yours. You blush as you see the heat in his gaze.
“Like it?” He says lowly, tugging on the lace. You gasp as he snaps the elastic on your ass, watching as red blooms on your skin. “Lovie, I’m going to eat you alive.” He slides a hand up your thigh, cupping your pussy and toying with your clit through the fabric. He chuckles darkly as he feels your wetness through the fabric. “Such pretty panties,” he murmurs. “Sweetheart, you’ve already ruined them.”
He wastes no time in tugging his pants and boxers off, sucking air through his teeth as his cock practically springs free. As he moves the skimpy lace out of the way and drags his cock up and down your folds, you swear you could cum right then and there. A breathy whine catches in your throat as he slides into you, setting a pace that makes your eyes almost roll back in your head. “Look at you, sweetheart,” Simon groans, watching the way his cock disappears into your cunt. “Didn’t even need to prep you, you’re so fucking wet.” His voice, rough strained as he thrusts into you, sends a blazing heat down your spine as he leans down to press gentle kisses in your hair. “So sweet to me, so perfect.”
The debauchery of you still half-clothed, the way his words reach into your brain and set a fire in your core, and the feeling of his hands gripping your tits, your waist, your thighs - it's all too much. It takes no time at all for your orgasm to approach, gasps and moans leaving your lips as he angles your hips and goes deeper, harder. “Si, I’m-“ Your voice breaks off in a moan as he reaches down to rub your clit.
“I know lovie, I know,” Simon murmurs, leaning down to kiss you softly and lovingly. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me feel you.” You whine his name as you tighten around him, back arching as you reach your peak. Simon follows soon after, giving a few more short thrusts before he fills you. You both lay there for a few moments, breathless and panting as his cum leaks out of you.
Once the fog in your mind has abated, you notice that Simon is calling your name, holding you gently against his chest. “Lovie?” He murmurs, and you hum in response. "Happy Valentine's Day." As the two of you lay there on the bed, still partly dressed and shining with sweat, Simon decides that the gifts he bought you can wait. Not when you're still wearing the lace you bought.
How the 141 celebrates Valentine's Day with their s/o A/N: This is late so please forgive me!
How the 141 celebrates V-Day
Ghost: I don't imagine him wanting a big spectacle, at least not for himself. But he would want to celebrate quietly with you. Flowers on the nightstand with a handwritten note, breakfast in bed (he practiced so many times so he wouldn't burn the food). He'll spend the day with you, binging rom-coms on the couch while you sit in his lap. He'll make you your favorite dinner at home and set the table with candles and rose petals. Ghost may not say it often, but through his actions you know just how much he loves you.
Soap: I picture Soap as a very outdoorsy person, so in my mind he wants to spend the day outdoors with you (but not in a sweaty, bugs everywhere kind of way). If the weather is nice he’ll have a picnic with you in the park, and will have made homemade chocolate strawberries, sandwiches cut into hearts, a bottle of wine and an obnoxious amount of sweets. If the weather is rainy or freezing cold, he’ll lay out the blankets on the floor and have a cuddle party! Soap will put on your favorite movie and let you ramble to him about anything and everything while he excitedly rambles back, the night ending with you in his arms and his hands running through your hair. He just loves spending time with you and being near you, and today is no exception.
Gaz: Kyle, like Ghost, doesn't make a big deal out of it, but he is so sweet to you all day (as if he isn’t sweet to you every other day). He'll have your favorite flowers on the table when you wake up (or delivered to your work if you have to work that day). He’ll cook you a homemade breakfast, treating you to the best pancakes/omelets/favorite breakfast food ever. In the afternoon (or whenever you like), he’ll give you a massage, using the time as an opportunity to pamper you and make you feel relaxed and calm from the feeling of his warm hands easing the tension in your body. Gaz will bend over backwards for you, and refuses to let you do anything that day unless it’s relax or give him a kiss.
Price: As the fandom has collectively established, the captain is fairly old-fashioned. He definitely takes you to a fancy, candle-lit restaurant, and he pulls your chair out and brings you roses like a gentleman (and he absolutely matches his pocket-square and tie to your outfit). He treats you to the best meal he can afford, and makes small talk with you over wine, complimenting you and kissing your hand over the table all night. When the two of you are done eating, warm and fuzzy from the wine and the meal, he takes you home and slow dances with you in the living room to your favorite song, twirling and dipping you as the two of you laugh and enjoy each other’s company. Price is nothing if not a romantic, and he loves to treat you like royalty.