battelpixel123 - Tumblr blog

battelpixel123 · 1 year ago

Note

Ok but Gaz and Soap... 🤧😮‍💨🫰

141 with a gf who has been cheated on in the past and it kind of destroyed her confidence?? Like just how they would prove themselves as true and how they would go about a relationship with her. Love your writing, friend!!!! <3

141 with a (fem)partner who's been cheated on in the past

Some headcanons about things that Simon Ghost Riley, John Price, Kyle Gaz Garrick and Johnny Soap MacTavish do to reassure you after learning that your previous partner/s cheated on you.

Word count: 1k || No warnings. || Reader: FEM reader. Pronouns "you", but feminine terms used ("missus, girl, lady") [I could make a gender neutral version too if anyone would want it!]

Simon Riley, who, half joking half serious, reminds you that he’s a difficult bastard to get close to. So you don’t have to worry. I mean, look how much time it took you to make him open up and let you become part of his life. He has a hard time openly admitting how he feels about you and how he only has place for you in his heart and mind. So instead, he jokes that you’re the only person on this planet, crazy enough to approach him. Though sometimes, when you have late night conversations, he admits in a hushed voice, that as much as he enjoyed the solitary life, leaving it behind for a lifetime with you was the best decision he's ever made.

Although he prefers to avoid crowded places, he starts taking you to pubs more often to prove that he’s right about being unapproachable. It also gives you a reason to dress up all pretty, so he can shamelessly compliment you and tease you about wanting to show you off.

If someone is silly enough to walk up to you two and try chatting him up, he immediately cuts it short, not even trying to be polite – “No, we’re alright. We’re busy.” And if they’re persistent, he uses his “Lieutenant Ghost” voice on them – “You’re interrupting my date. With my girl.” He keeps his hand on you for the rest of the night.

He asks you if he should get your name tattooed on his arm and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not. But he is dead serious. Have you seen his tattoos? Not to be judgemental, but… He wouldn’t mind tattooing your name on himself once he thinks you’re the one.

John Price, who relies on communication. He asks you to talk to him whenever something feels wrong – whether it’s caused by your thoughts or something he’s done. But he doesn’t just wait for you to bring the issue up either. He’s a true leader and he’s very observant. Sometimes he notices the heavy thoughts starting to cloud your mind before you can even cotton on. He’s also really good at reading between the lines. If you ever do that self-sabotaging thing, where you ask his opinion about other women on the street or on the internet, he immediately gives you a stern look and, without even looking at the lass you’re pointing at, gives you a lengthy pep talk. Why would he even need to form an opinion about another woman’s appearance, when he only cares about you?

He’s got the patience of a saint when it comes to you. He’s told you what he feels towards you and how you are the only one for him many times already. And he would repeat himself, over and over again. Until he loses his voice.

If he got approached by someone and offered a drink, while you’re hanging out in a pub, he would point towards you and say “I’m alright, but you can buy my lady a drink if you insist,” with a cocky smile on his face.

Kyle Garrick, who attacks you with “I love you”-s and compliments whenever you start doubting yourself. Literally. Won’t let you finish your self-derogatory comments, even if they’re well hidden in what you’re saying. Starts yelling ILYs from afar. Then once he gets closer, he grabs you and holds you close, repeating it against your ear until you laugh from the sensation. But he doesn’t ignore your worries. He often sits you down so that the two of you can have a conversation about your feelings, your boundaries, behaviours and things he can do to assure you of his loyalty.

He has pictures of you everywhere and he’s proud to show you off. There are polaroids of you alone and both of you together in his wallet, in his car’s sun visor, in the pocket of his uniform. You’re his phone’s wallpaper. He posts pictures of you on social media. Obviously, he does all that while making sure it won’t affect your safety. And as for him bragging about you, you probably learnt about that from Price. What you don’t know though, is that he went out of his way to introduce you to his captain in hopes of Price telling you how often he talks about you. And only you.

If someone tried to chat him up while he’s with you, he would give them the nastiest, most offended glare possible. He looks at them, at you, at them, at you… He throws a simple “Uhh, no thank you,” while he grabs your hand and pulls it to his chest, using it to ground himself. Before the person can even turn away, he’s looking at you with a “can you believe this shit” stare. He gets upset for the both of you.

Johnny MacTavish, who’s physically glued to you.While off duty, he doesn't give you much space for doubts or anxieties cuz he follows you everywhere. You’re going to run some errands? He’s coming with you. He’s going to run some errands? Can you please come with him…? One time, when you went to the toilet in the middle of the night, you found him sitting half-awake on the floor next to the bathroom door. Later, he can’t even explain why he did it. He wasn’t even fully conscious. It was pure instinct – you go, he follows.

He takes you to buy matching rings. You can take your relationship at your own pace, but others don’t have to know it. He’s more than happy to pretend to be already married to you. Especially when he’s deployed away from home. And when he comes back, he proudly shows you a tan line on his ring finger, proving he’s been wearing it the whole time.

If someone approaches him and offers him a drink, he scoffs and tells them that HIS MISSUS can buy him his drinks just fine, thank you very much. If you’re there with him, he turns to you and, before the person can walk away, he starts playfully flirting with you, saying you can take him home if you buy him a drink. If you’re for some reason not there, he immediately calls you (or at least texts you if he’s with the lads) and proudly tells you about how clever his response was.

I hope that some loose headcanons like these are alright.

Also, if this happened to you – I'm really sorry and I wish you all the best! And if anyone needs to hear it: remember, the fault is never in the person who got cheated on but the one who cheats. Screw them. You deserve to be treated kindly.

2K notes · View notes

battelpixel123 · 1 year ago

Text

Ok this actually hits hard. Warning: stupid vent I've never had someone try taking my virginity away but when I was only in kindergarten, there was this older kid in 4th or 5th grade who was hellbent on trying to get me to kiss him. I told him I didn't want to because at the time I didn't give two shits about wanting to be in a relationship... I was literally 6. I js wanted to watch TMNT all day, I had no interest in this boy. But on the bus he threw his jacket over me and basically got on top of me and kissed me. I know that's not that serious since it was only a kiss but my dad's friend's daughter (she was in middle school, the bus I rode drove both middle and elementary kids at the same time.) found out and she was kind of a bitch and told my dad who then beat me for 30-45 minutes straight with a big ass stick, then humiliated me by sitting me down and writing an email to my teacher saying I was having relationships with boys and dating. I. Was. 6. I will never forgive him, and I started to realize how bad what happened to me actually was when I brought it up as a joke when I used to be in middle school, my friends were shocked and disgusted and said I should talk to someone, again, Ik that wasn't that serious but sometimes I still cry thinking about it, not js because of the kiss, but because my dad made me seem like the bad guy and never fucking believed me. He believed his friend's kid over his own child. </3

We were young

John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader

Summary: A fun evening at your home with task force 141 turnes slightly sour when the topic switches to your previous partners. Soap takes it particularly hard.

Minors, don´t interact!! This is heavy! No smut. Hurt/Comfort

Part 2

Word count: 4.088

Warnings: comfort/fluff in the end BUT: mentions of sexual abuse, talks of virginity taken, abusive ex, stalking, mentions of porn, blood, crying, protective Soap, cursing, heavy topics in general

Authors note: I would like all of you to proceed with caution when reading this fic. Everything you read here actually happened to me and this is MY outlet because I wish I had a Soap at the time I actually realised what had happened to me. I chose him for this fic because I think he´d be just the right person to help. As I said, please be careful but I still hope you enjoy the story and my version of our favourite Scottish golden boy :)

“Okey! Most embarrassing thing your ex ever did!”

You rolled your eyes at a tipsy Gaz trying not to smile. This actually was an interesting question and would surely make this little get together more fun. You were currently sitting on your plush couch in your small living room/kitchen. Around you an assortment of the task force 141.

Gaz was sitting on the floor on one of your throw pillows, leaning heavily onto your wooden coffee table. Next to you on the couch sat Price, contently nursing a beer and smiling mildly. You even got Simon to come. Although it was probably his Captain who forced him to come and unwind from a particular rough mission. Three weeks they had been gone. Another three weeks of worry over your friends.

You had met them when your new neighbor moved in. When you´d heard the ruckus outside your door, you had peeked out carefully only to see three men shouting at each other, trying to maneuver a massive couch through the door. “I swear to god, Soap! You tell me to pivot one more time, I´m goin´ to fuckin´ kill you!” That had been Gaz shouting at a snickering man who had been holding the back of the couch. Meeting his gaze, you´d immediately noticed his piercing blue eyes, full lips and 5 o´clock shadow.

After your initial meeting, things just took off naturally. You would notice when he came back from a mission, quickly moving to the door to say welcome back. He´d always smile at you, no matter how banged up he was, holding a small conversation and then vanishing into his apartment to sleep for days it seemed. After a few months you made it a habit to bring over food every time he came back. He seemed to genuinely worship you for that and at one point didn’t even bother walking into his own living space. He had just knocked on your door, waited until you´d opened it and gave you a tired smile. “Hiya, lass. ´M back and starvin´.

Meeting the other members of his task force had happened gradually. Johnny had invited you out to a bar one evening and the whole group just seemed to kick it off with you. After that evening you´d brought home a very drunk John MacTavish and helped him into bed. He´d grabbed your arm and tried to cuddle it as he was laying on his bed fully clothed. Snorting you´d knelt down and waited until he was asleep. By the time you´d seen his face relax and his breathing had evened out, you couldn´t help yourself and had touched his face very lightly. Mapping out his features, you had wondered what this usual sunshine of a man had to endure anytime he went away.

You only knew that they were in the military and went on missions. They wouldn’t tell you more and you always thought it was a good thing. You worried none the less about them. If you would actually really know what they were doing, you´d probably lose your goddamn mind.

Johnny had been your neighbor for three years now and you enjoyed those little get togethers at your place immensely. You knew of course that Simon for example only came around because he wanted you to see for yourself that he was okey. Johnny and Gaz were the ones who genuinely wanted to unwind and just have a nice evening and you guessed so did Price. Even though he never really drank much , he always gave the warmest hello and goodbye hugs.

“Good one, Gaz!” bellowed Johnny and plopped down on your recliner giving you a little wink. “You go first, then” he toasted towards Gaz who blinked slowly and pinched his brows. He looked as if he tried really hard to remember something. “He got piss drunk because he thought I was out cheatin´…found him butt naked on my balcony creaming slurs from the top of his lungs. My elderly neighbor almost called the coppers.” He shook his head. “It was just a fling but I called it off the next mornin´. I can´t deal with jealous and crazy.”

Prize sucked in a breath through his teeth and tried to look put off by the story. You could see his beard twitch though and the little laugh lines around his eyes appeared. Johnny was wheezing into his glass of whisky and even Simon had scooted to the edge of his seat on your armchair.

“`Aight, Captain. Let´s hear it then” Gaz said with a grin and leaned back onto his hand. Price huffed and took a swig from his bottle. “´S no way I´m tellin´ that. ´M very happy with the missus” he waved his hand in front, showing off his wedding ring. “We´re talkin´ about our exes, Cap. Not our spouses.” Johnny rolled his eyes good naturedly. It was hard to be annoyed with Price when he was talking about his wife. The man was obsessed. He smirked. “My ex- fiancé is my wife, ya muppet.”

“I don’t think you´ll get an answer out of him, Gaz” you giggled and bumped Price softly with your shoulder. He just shook his head in denial and sipped the rest of his beer. “Fiiiiiiine,” Gaz groaned. “Ghost, your turn.”

You whipped your head around to the bulging figure sitting in your chair, his elbows on his knees. Simon never really talked much and you were sure he wouldn’t get into these kind of shenanigans. To your surprise though (and to everyone else´s as well) he leaned back a little, pulled down his mask to take another big gulp of his scotch and slowly spoke. “She… got a little too excited and uhh…bit me.”

Silence.

“WHAT?!” Johnny almost jumped out of his seat, his full attention on Simon. “What do you mean, she bit you? You realise that can be pretty hot though, right?” Your tipsy brain really tried not to imagine biting into Johnny´s delicious neck. Simon hung his head. “Believe me, she bit a part of me where teeth really aren´t supposed to be used.”

“Yer arse and parsley, Ghost (You´re talking shit)!!! She bit yer doaber (dick)?!?!” Gaz was already crying with laughter on your carpet as Johnny looked at Simon as if he´d suddenly grew a second head. Until he as well dissolved into cackling wheezes, holding his stomach. You couldn’t help but join in on the laughter whereas Price actually looked mortified this time. “We were fourteen!!” Simon groaned. “We knew fuck-all about what we were doin´.”

Still trying to catch your breath you looked at Simon who gave you an almost pained look, understandably. “But you did have….relationships since then, right? Your last girlfriend wasn´t at the age of 14, was it?” You looked at him with raised eyebrows.

His eyes suddenly narrowed and you knew he was smiling underneath his mask. His eyes glinted a little. “Relationships? None. I joined the military at 16. Not much time for that. Relations?...Plenty.”

Hollering and whooping Gaz and Johnny started clapping while Simon sat back into the chair again. You could feel your face burn pleasantly. Simon coming out of his shell this much and even cracking innuendos made you really happy. “Johnny,” you looked at him. “Your turn.” You were almost bouncing out of your seat out of sheer excitement over what kind of story he would tell.

He still had tears in his eyes but they looked a bit sheepishly at you. “Well,” he drawled. “Not so much an embarrassing story or a story about an ex but…more of a crazy one.” He winked at you and continued. “There was this young lass. She worked at the front desk of the military accommodation office. When I fist joined, she took a likin´ to me. Didn´t think much off it. I was there maybe three or four times. I´ve never seen her outside of the office.” Somehow you didn’t think this story would end that well. You stomach sank a bit. “By the time I was 18 and just about to join the SAS I came home one night with me mates and well…there she was. Naked as a wee baby, standin´ right in the middle of our room.” He shook his head when Gaz started to grin and wiggled his eyebrows. “Would have been funny…if she hadn´t brought a fuckin´ knife and held it to her own throat.”

Ice made its way into your veins and you stared at Johnny disbelievingly, almost in horror. He had a tight lipped smile on his face. No real joy adorning his features.

“We were quick enough so nothing happened but when they dragged her screaming arse out the barracks, she looked more like a banshee than a human.” He sighed heavily. “She seemed like a nice girl. Quiet, but nice.”

“Why in the shit did she do that, though? What did she want?” Gaz looked seriously taken aback.

Johnny took a deep breath through his nose and gave you a nervous side glance. “Me, apparently.”

The ice in your veins was replaced with rage and you balled your fists. What would have happened to Johnny if some crazy stalker hurt herself because of him or worse yet, for him?

Johnny continued. “When they searched her flat they found…stuff. Missing shirts from my room, pictures, something like a shine…I don´t funkin´ know. I never saw any of that. They just told me she lost her shit when she heard I was leaving and joining the SAS.” He shrugged his shoulders and the little glint in his eyes was back. “I´m glad I didn´t see what she had been up to. Freaks me out just knowing about it.”

Gaz pushed out a long breath through his lips. “Maaaaaaaate, what the fuck?! We know you´re a pretty boy but, damn. That´s fucked up.” Johnny chuckled and nodded his head. “Tell me about it. Makes you a little cautious about who you want to date. Not that there is much…dating.” You could clearly see his eyes flicking over to you. You gave him a sweet smile that he immediately returned. His shoulders relaxing more and more. “You can say that again,” Gaz said and grossed his arms behind his head. “We can´t all be as lucky as our dear Captain.”

Price snorted but his chest swelled with a content sigh. It was adorable, really.

“Right then,” Johnny clapped his hands and sat up straight, his torso turned to you. “Onto the most interesting story” he winked. You scoffed. “Don´t be a creep, Johnny” Simon said lowly from his place across from him. He just waved his hand at him dismissively without looking away from your face.

You also sat up straight again and giggled. “It´s not about my recent ex...I don’t have many of them anyway but…” your shoulders shook in an effort not to laugh out loud. “My first ever boyfriend? He tried to take my virginity…in his moms bed!!” You started cackling. Gaz and Johnny joining in. “Jesus” you heard Price mutter from next to you, chuckling.

Gaz was rolling on the floor “You´ve got to be shitting me” he wheezed. “He did not!” Clutching your stomach you wiped away at your eyes and nodded. “´M not kidding.”

“H-how old…How old was that idiot?” Johnny asked you through hearty laughs. “He was eighteeeeen” you wheezed. Another roll of laughter went through the room. “I was only sixteen and had no idea how relationships were supposed to work but I did get that that was NOT it.”

Johnny seemed to sober up a little bit, though still grinning he looked intently at you. “Please tell me you dumped his arse, lass.” You nodded. “Eventually yes. I mean…like I said, I didn’t have any experience with having a boyfriend. But by the time he tried to actively isolate me from my friends and my family, I´ve had enough. He tried to take me away from a family event even though I told him I couldn’t spend time with him that weekend.” Slowly their laughter ebbed away to little chuckles. You felt like something shifted in the air. Johnny´s grin looked forced all of a sudden.

Trying to light up the mood you quickly turned back to the previous topic, starting to laugh again. “Also…get this…this idiot was so hellbent on taking my virginity, he even undressed me in my sleep! Telling me I probably did it myself and I should listen to what my body wants.”

This time the change in the air was almost tangible. Johnny´s face fell completely and his eyes went stone cold. Gaz was staring at you from the floor with a disbelieving look on his face and Simons knuckles turned white. Your stomach clenched uncomfortably. You tried to think about these events in a comical way whenever you could, because if you didn´t, that would only mean these happenings were nothing else but…

Price´s face appeared in your peripheral and you turned your head. His eyes were warm but stern when he spoke. “___, love. You know what he actually did, right?” You took a long breath through your nose and nodded your head. “Yes, yes I know what he did. I sensed the danger and got out. Believe me, bullshit like that will never happen to me again.” You tried to give your friends an encouraging smile. “Nothing else happened. He was just a massive creep.”

Gaz finally caught himself. “Yeah, no kiddin´” he said with an angry huff. “What a dick! Who thinks that´s how you woo a young lady into giving you her virginity no less? Bleachch…” He made a retching sound with his throat. “Yeah, yeah” you said. Feeling Johnny still boring his eyes into you from the side you tried desperately to change the mood again. “So tell us then, Gaz. How did you do it?”

__________________________________________________________

Thankfully your distraction worked and after another two hours of drinking and light-hearted conversation, Price and Gaz got up to go home. Price mumbled something about not wanting to leave his wife alone for too long while hugging you to his broad chest. You wound your arms around his shoulders and whispered in his ear. “Again…I´m so happy for you. Make sure you get some ice cream and pickles on your way back.” He grinned adorably when he let you go and walked outside, waiting for the others. Gaz too hugged you and gave you a small wink. “Thanks for having us,___. As always.” You nodded and he hesitated for a second. “If there´s anything you want to talk about, call me.” Your heart swelled for your friend as you smiled at him. “I will” you promised him.

Next was Simon. He raised one of his large hands as he always did, put it on your head, as he always did and gently rubbed your scalp, as he always did. Smiling up at him he gave you a meaningful look. “I know, Simon” you said before he had to speak. Huffing a little bit he patted your head once more and also left.

You had a feeling you knew why, when you turned away from the door, Johnny was still standing in your living room awkwardly. He made eye contact with you and tried to smile but his eyes were still full of concern and anger. You didn’t like that look on him. He turned quickly and began cleaning up the various bottles and glasses, bringing them to your kitchen.

Thinking it was probably best to give him some time you picked up the throw pillow and rearranged your furniture back to its original place. You could hear him take a deep breath behind you.

“Was that really all he did?” he asked in a seemingly calm voice. You knew better. He was boiling up inside. “Johnny…” you breathed in a small voice. This was truly not something you wanted to get into too deep tonight. “Did he. Do. Anything. Else?” He didn’t sound angry. In fact his voice was clear and soft. You knew he would not let this go. Johnny was way too stubborn for that. Giving into your fate you sat down on the sofa again and patted the space next to you. He moved quickly but didn’t sit down next to you.

He sat down on your sturdy, wooden coffee table right in front of you, leaning onto his knees. Your gaze shot to his jean clad thighs and folded hands. Thank god he was wearing a long sleeved Henley. You didn’t think you could´ve handled a peek of his forearms right now. He was so close your heart began hammering. Not just because of the conversation you were about to have with him. He smelled so good. Like laundry detergent, peppermint aftershave and warm summer winds at the sea.

Looking back up into his face his eyes were soft and warm. Ever present though, was the piercing colour that always reminded you of blue shattered glass.

“You don’t have to tell me” he reassured you in a whisper. “But sometimes talking about these things can actually help.” You knew he was right, so you nodded your head softly and took another deep breath. Folding your hands in your lap, nervously rubbing them together you began to speak.

“As I said, he was hellbent on taking my virginity. It was like he was obsessed with it. Always wanted to talk about it. Everything we talked about kind of always ended there. To be honest…I was flattered at the beginning that he wanted to give me that experience so badly. He was my boyfriend, I liked him a lot.” Johnny nodded in understanding.

“But when he started to become obsessive I felt less and less comfortable. He´d pick me up from a friends birthday party way before it actually ended. He tried to pick me up from school so I could spend the rest of the day with him and bring me back to my parents’ house later. Basically just to sleep there. On the weekends I basically had to force him to meet any of my friends because he didn’t want me to leave him to go see them.”

Saying all of this out loud made your blood boil. “Yes, I know I was only sixteen but I should´ve realized sooner what he was doing. He undressed me in my sleep!!” Your voice rose while you spoke your last words and your hands suddenly became fists. Without hesitation Johnny grabbed them and soothingly rubbed his fingers over your knuckles. “___, listen to me. What he did is nothing short of…I´m so sorry…sexual abuse. He took advantage of the fact that you liked him. But seriously. All I can hear is that you stood your ground. You still went to see your friends, you ended it when it was too much. What he did…” his features became hard once more. “What he did happened without your consent. That´s inexcusable.”

“It´s not all” you choked out, realizing horrified that your eyes began to water, threatening to spill over if you actually told him. He stilled for a moment and then relaxed again. Still holding your hands protectively he said “Tell me. I´m here, just tell me.”

“When he saw that talking about having sex with me wasn’t going anywhere he…he tried to take my, as he put it ´fear´ away by showing me…these…I´d never seen porn like that before, Johnny.” You could hear the fear in your voice as your sixteen year old self tried to explain herself. The tears were there, falling onto your cheeks as you looked him in the eyes. His hands moved to your face and carefully wiped them away while speaking. “He showed you videos?” You nodded, sniffling. “Of women having their virginity taken. `See? It´s not that bad´ ´They´re not scared´…They were bleeding, Johnny.”

He was next to you on the couch in an instant, hugging you close to him. His gentle hands and reassuring presence warmed every cell of your body and without thinking about it you clambered onto his lap and buried your face in his neck. Immediately his arm wound around your waist and pulled you as close as possible to him. His other hand came up to your face and gently held it, softly dragging his fingertips over your damp cheeks and jaw. From this angle you couldn’t see his face of course but by the way his thighs were shaking and his pulse was thumping wildly against your forehead you knew he tried to hold himself back from exploding.

And still, right now he was so calming and comforting. His body heat encasing you, warming your clammy hands, his gentle fingers rubbing security and safety back into your body. You´d always felt like that with him. Secure and safe. He was playful and earnest. He flirted with you but only if you responded in kind. It was fun. He´d never given you the feeling of being pushed into a corner. That you had to respond, that you had to react. Suddenly a very clear revelation came to you.

If it came to him, to Johnny, you trusted him. Not just as a friend. You´d trust him with every aspect of your mind…and body. Not being able to remember when the last time was you trusted someone like this, you grabbed onto his Henley and nuzzled your nose into the base of his neck.

_______________________________________________

Johnny was in trouble. Big, big trouble. He could feel the rage boiling in his veins as he still held your sleeping form on the couch half an hour later. His chin propped up onto your head, he was still drawing patters onto your waist and neck. He felt twisted. Finally he was able to hold you the way he wanted to for a very long time. Securely tucked into him, without a worry in the world. But that was just it, wasn’t it? There was worry. Worry and fear were the reasons he held you right now. He´d take it, though. All of it if it meant he was able to sooth you, help you. He´d listen to every single bad experience you´ve had, just to slowly and gradually show you that not all men were these…absolutely fuckin´ spineless, narcissistic, balls less, creepy, psychopathic….calm down, Johnny. He took a deep breath. When it came down to it, he just wanted to show you, let you know that he wasn’t like that. That he cared for you, adored you, respected you.

Hearing what you´d been through with just the first romantic relation in your life, he realized that this venture would probably proof to be more complicated than he thought. Screw it! He was determined.

He looked down onto your sleeping face and his heart squeezed in his chest. You were the most caring, selfless person he´d ever met. He was genuinely impressed with how you managed to be such an angel of a person even though something like this happened to you at such a young age. And it wasn´t like you couldn’t handle yourself. He had seen you feisty. Nothing that would scare him but it sure did the baw bag that had tried to feel you up one night.

Shaking his head lightly he carefully got up and maneuverer you onto your couch. Your fuzzy blanket was draped securely over you when he quickly scribbled down a note for you and lay it on the coffee table in front of you. You mumbled something in your sleep. Johnny leaned down to you and carefully lay a hand on your cheek. A smile made its way onto your lips and he nearly sat down on the carpet to watch you sleep all night. Making sure you were well rested. But then the knot in his stomach twisted once more.

He felt it. The unbearable rage he´d felt for the last three hours almost making its way up his throat like bile. With the last ounce of gentleness he had in him he lightly kissed your forehead and turned towards the door.

As he was walking outside he pulled out his cell phone.

Johnny, she alright?

“Yea…well, kind of. You at the base´s gym, Lt?”

Yeah. Couldn’t sleep. Why?

“Meet ya there in 20 minutes”

Wha´ happened?

“I need to punch the shite out of someone without actually killin´ em!”

He could hear his Lt chuckle.

´Aright. See you in 20.

________________________________________________________

Thank you very much for reading. I hope I didn´t scar you for life. :) I would love a like, comment or reblog. They always make me happy. If you experienced anything of the likes of what is written above, I hope you´re doing okey and have someone to talk about this. If not, send me a message. I´d like to help.

A part 2 is not planned but if requested, I´ll find a way to do it :)

Love you all and please take care of yourselves! <3

@lolis-pikt @thychuvaluswife @rand0m--fangirl @biggiecheeselover @fullldash @radishdoodles @deceive-me @f0rg0tmynam3 @starthewolf-146 @polnareffsbouncybaraboobies @konig-breedme @rainhopesforbetterdaystomorrow @kdkj122920 @thychuvaluswife @deceive-me @radishdoodles @depressedacidtest

578 notes · View notes