#johnny mactavish x reader

[sprout-fics]

Soap being bitten by a weird looking attack dog on mission and does the usual rabies shots treatment/whatever. All his tests came back fine so he's not really worried about it.

It's just that....

Was he always this hairy? Like yeah sure he's never been sleek exactly, always had a dense bit of hair across his arms, legs, and torso. But recently it feels thicker, coarser.

Did you start wearing a new perfume? Weird he didn't notice until now. It smells amazing on you, he can't help but bury his face in your neck given any chance to do so, nibbles at your neck as you giggle and swat at him.

Everything's louder now. He mentions to Price that he can hear conversations from three offices over, and Price just shrugs and asks why he's complaining- his hearing has been damaged by so many close proximity explosions. Maybe it's just healed on its own somehow.

He keeps having to trim his nails for some reason, and doesn't miss Ghost's weird, observant stare as he sits next to the trash bin for the third time that week trimming his toenails. "Giving yerself a pedicure, Johnny?"

He's so hungry all the time. Gaz jokes he's going through a growth spurt the way he devours his meals, piles on the protein and craves red meat. Soap tells himself he was planning on going on a high-protein diet anyways so he can bulk out a little, so it's not really an issue.

You complain about the love bites he gives you, how he's biting harder than he should, and Soap swears up and down he isn't. The welts on your neck and shoulders tell a different story though, and when you frown at him Soap whines, wanting to tuck a tail he doesn't have under him in apology.

It's weird, but it's mostly explainable.

That is, until the next full moon, when you wake in the darkness of your bedroom to the low, dangerous growl of something wild and feral as he slowly creeps up your body and lets instinct take root.

[quarterlifekitty]

No one asked but uhhhh baby trapping headcanons

cw: baby trapping. As stated. And dubcon.

Gaz tells you he’ll buy you plan B in the morning. He has no intention of doing that, and he also knows you well enough to know that you’ll forget to ask.

Soap promises to pull out. Promise! But then you end up feeling so good, he just can’t help it…

Ghost tells you he’s been snipped, so it’s fine. He has not been, and it is not fine.

Price is replacing your birth control with sugar pills. Isn’t it so unlucky— well, you know those things are never 100% effective, darl’.

König is tampering with the condoms. Either buying ones that are too small so they rip while he’s inside you, or just poking holes in them. He loves the classics!

Nikolai has you switch positions, and pulls off the condom when you turn around. He laughs as he asks you how his raw cock feels, knowing you’re too drunk on his dick to really fight him off.

[iskinpeople]

NOOOO

cw: pregnancy, rushed plot writing.

being simon's riley high school sweetheart, you just stuck to each other, somehow, there was something in him that pulled you easily, as if a treat shown in front of the grabby child, the way he kept himself aside from all the commotions and class gangs, his stoic, brooding facade, his eyes, usually so heavy and dark, gleaming tawny under the morning sun, never looking at you with hatred, something addictive.

a silly, simple crush, but it's transcended years, always close to each other, a brief exchange of greetings, sharing a book, helping with homework, sitting together because it's more comfortable this way, quieter, and then exchanging clumsy kisses on the back of the school building, where nowhere can see, find out about your little secret, a weakness of simon.

when you both graduate, simon suddenly dissappears, not a single word uttered, as if you never knew each other, as if you didn't mattered, and perhaps, that was it in the reality, just a childish mess of love, a complex thing you lose interest in, making you move on forward, looking over small, cheap polaroids where you two are hugging, making faces to each other through laughter and little kisses, something now forgotten.

years later, you meet an attractive, sweet man in the towns pub, when deciding to travel in scotland, clean your head a little bit, look at mesmerizing, incredible landscapes and get close to other's people culture, that's how a first taste of whisky suddenly ends in a bed of an cheesy, charismatic scott, johnny, not just a stranger with deep ceruleans that stole your breath, but your husband, the father of your baby.

johnny is military, you know well, deciding to step away of all this business as much as you can, and also because of him, he wants to shield you, not burden your and the baby with fear of wars, terrorism and endless missions, when he comes home, there's never soap, it's just johnny, always back to you with wide, lopsided grins and arms spread wide, scooping your precious baby in his beary hold, while peppering your scrunching from giggles face with kisses.

your new, perfect life that's snaps so easily, when your calendar starts missing days of johnny's comeback, the red circled date is far away from the current day by now, and there's not a single message from him, planting a gnawing, chilling feel that makes you walk back and forth all over the house, bouncing the baby in your hands, cooing worried, but suppressed to soothing lullabies, until you hear a knock to the door.

but instead of your husband, there's a masked, beefy man, an envelope in his gloved hand, a situation too forbidden, and a voice too familiar to you, apologizing for the death of his friend, simon riley, a man you remember by his eyes alone, even through painted with sorrow.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[tempfrangit]

very self-indulgent thoughts today about 141 x reader who isn’t just white, who like your hair (because my dumbass gave myself a chemical haircut with bleaching). something all other partners have if not disliked, been annoyed by the amount of hair care you devoted your time to.

gaz has female relatives, he knows not to just touch your hair or interrupt your schedule for it, but he loves to watch you, perched on the edge of your tub. he’ll help you do your hair if you ask, but sometimes just the closeness of watching you is all he needs. he’ll happily let you help him take care of his hair, even.

johnny does not have an once of control — johnny touches your hair all the fucking time and sometimes you have to swat his hands away. he can’t help it, he just loves the way it feels between his fingers and the way he can smell your conditioner, the soft edges of your scent. he has the most dexterous fingers, though, practically begs to help you because he knows he can help. just let him help, hen. (but if you give him an inch, he'll take a mile and you will never have a moment of peace.)

simon takes it as an honor that you let him sit with you, it took a while for that possibility to pop up and he's not losing out on more time with you. he’ll braid your hair for you, he’s around to help you if you need it. when you’re sleeping, he’ll twine his fingers in your hair — but has 5000% gotten a strand stuck in an unknown split nail, and yanked it, and woken you up. man learned to file the edges of his nail very quickly.

price keeps everything in stock for you. low on a product? no you’re not, he restocked when he went to the shop for lighter fluid. he’ll help you make a whole evening of doing your hair, a nice relaxing time. he only touches your hair when you tell him it’s okay unless you’ve already okayed it for a night because he respects you.

there’s more that could be said but my brain is mush

[a-wolfs-bad-moon-rising]

Mistletoe Kisses

(Ft. Ghost, Soap, Price, Keegan, and Konig)

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Hello WolfPak! I decided to write a cute sappy Christmas drabble for the delicious 141 members! Let's all have a great end to the year! 😊🎄

Simon "Ghost" Riley

"He won't do it." Soap deadpans. I grumble at him.

"He might!"

"Nope."

"But wha-"

"Nope."

"Can't I-"

"Nope."

"Soap is great!"

"Nope...ah what the hell? Damn savage (Y/N)." Soap chuckles.

"Hmph you had it coming."

"Eh maybe so, but yer in over yer head. Ghost'll never give ye a kiss under tha Mistletoe."

"It's worth a shot trying!" I implore. Soap shrugs with a smile.

"What aboot that big Ole burly bastard screams holiday sediment?"

I slump my shoulders.

"Aye don't worry lass. He still loves ya." He says. Ghost comes in.

"What in 'ell is goin on ere?" He asks looking between me and Soap.

"Will you kiss me under the mistletoe?" I plead interlocking my fingers. I bounce on my toes in anticipation. Ghost looks puzzled for a moment before giving me a quick "No."

I slouch and Soap laughs.

"Sorry lassie. Told ya he wouldn't do it."

I glare at him and flip him off. Ghost glares at Soap. He then looks at me and his eyes soften slightly.

"Do you really want it love?" He asks. I bounce on my toes again and nod my head eagerly.

"So much!" Ghost sighs and beckons me over to him. A Mistletoe sits above him tangled in garland. I giddily prance over to him and stand in front of him.

"This is because Johnny boy said I wouldn't." He says gruffly. I laugh.

"I'll take it!" I say with glee. Carefully, as carefully as he did with our first kiss, he wraps of his arms around my back, his strong bicep squeezing me. His other hand goes under my chin. He gently pulls my closer, my chest pressing against his. He tilts my head and strokes my chin with his thumb. He's being so tender I almost believe this isn't really about spite.

Ghost stares at my eyes a moment and then gently leans down. His soft lips touch me so carefully. I close my eyes and melt into it. I put my hands on his chest and kiss him back. His lips move against mine gently and I smile into the kiss. He gives me one more peck before pulling away.

He doesn't let go and keeps looking in my eyes.

"Damn LT way to put one on er." Soap laughs. Ghost groans and looks at him.

"Fuck off MacTavish." He says and Iaugh. I bring my hand up and caress his face. He looks back at me.

"I love you Si."

"I love you too."

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

I stare out the window as the flurry of snow billows down and stacks on the ground. The once green grass and dirt, now covered in blankets of white puffy snow.

I touch the window pane and shiver at the cold. It's so beautiful outside. I love this time of year.

"Oi (Y/N)!" Gaz calls to me. I snap my head and look at him.

"Yes?"

"Few of us are goin fer a drink. Wanna come?" He asks. I blush and nod. I'm a little shy and I always felt I flew under the 141 members radars. But here is one of them asking me to come for a drink. He grins and beckons me to follow. I walk behind him.

"Who all is going?"

"Eh me, LT, Price, Keegan, and Ole Johnny boy." He says. I flush and feel my heart best quickly. Gaz smiles with his back to me. Unbeknownst to me, I didn't know a few members knew my feelings for Soap. The way I'd blush or stutter around him. They're all pretty observant men.

At the bar I sit between Price and Gaz. I feel swallowed up by the two large men beside me. I quietly sip my drink. Subconsciously I keep stealing glances at Soap. Gaz notices and nudges me.

"You should shoot yer shot ye know." He says. I blush a deep red.

"W-what?!" I stutter. He laughs.

"Come on take a chance with Ole Soap. You never know he may like ya back."

I shake my head. "N-no I couldn't....what would I even say to him???" I babble. Gaz chuckles and looks at Soap. He notices he's under the Mistletoe.

"Ask im for a kiss. Tis the season after all."

I blush and shake my head. "I could never!" I sigh and sadly put my head in my hand knowing I'm too shy for my own good. Price kicks back his beer and eyes Soap.

"Better make a move quick before that girl does."

My head snaps up and I see a girl approaching Soap. I clench my fists. "Oh hell no!" I jump up and make my way to him. I step in front of the girl who huff and tap Soap on the shoulder. He turns and faces me questioningly. He gives me a lopsided smile, eyes sparkling.

"Yea lass?"

I fidget and struggle with words. I start to stutter.

"Relax lass use yer words. I can barely hear ya." He says with a chuckle. I blush violently and take a breath. I point up to the Mistletoe. Soap's neck cranes upwards and his smile shifts into a smirk when he sees what I'm pointing at.

"Ah a Mistletoe init?" He asks. His eyes find me and I nod sheepishly.

"Want me to give ya one do ya?" He asks. I squeak and nod. He chuckles and pulls me jn close, the proximity startling me and making me look away. He tilts my chin up.

"Ah ah eyes on me lassie. I wanna enjoy this." He says. I gulp and look at him. Ever so carefully he leans forward. I close my eyes. Instead he kisses the corners of my lips and my eyes shoot open. I look at him stunned and he gives a heart laugh.

"What's wrong lassie? Not the kiss you wanted?"

"SOAP!" I yelp and he laughs harder. Then quietly says.

"Don't worry lassie just wanted ta tease ya."

He smiles before kissing me for real this time. His lips soft against mine and my eyes close. I hear clapping and whistles as he leans me back and holds my body tight. I kiss back and bring my hand up to touch his face. Before he pulls away he bites my lower lip and I yelp.

He chuckles again the asshole.

"How was that lassie?" He asks wrapping his arm around my waist and following me to the bar. I gulp and nod furiously. He nuzzles me.

Gaz is giving me a cheeky grin when we get back.

"Who knew we just had to make you jealous to get you to do it?" He laughs

"SHUT UP!"

Captian John Price

Captian John Price of the Task Force 141. A tough, rugged, military man. Well respected with a reputation that precedes him.

He definitely is in his element when he's got a weapon in his hand. Giving orders and overseeing missions.

He's definitely not in his element when it's Christmas time and he's stuck Christmas shopping with me. He knows I'll need help carrying bags and also just doesn't want me going alone with all the craziness that happens during the holidays. He really is a good man. I can't deny the attraction that happened between us. We've only been dating a few months but he has been the perfect gentleman. Very old fashioned and down to earth.

Anyway, Price, with his big burly arms, is carrying my bags, gifts for the other taks force members, while I carried my gift for him. He didn't complain though, just walked beside me and took anymore bags of things I decided to pick up. I hold onto his bicep as we walk through the town square.

He sneezes and I look at him. "Cold love?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"No....damn snow gettin in my beard. Ticklin my nose." He scrunches his nose for relief. His arms retrained by the carefully wrapped packages. I giggle and lean up brushing his beard with my hand.

He blows out air and smiles.

"Thanks love" He says.

"Always."I say. Price notices up ahead a Mistletoe hanging from one of the arches on the buildings and he gets an idea. Unfortunately I did too and I keep walking while Price is trying to get my attention. I see a pretty Christmas tree I wanna take a picture of. I pull out my phone and go to it.

"Love..."

"Love.."

"Dammit woman turn around." Price laughs

I stop in my tracks and face him. "Hmmm?" I look at him with my head cocked. He sets the bags down and signals me over. I step toward him.

"What's up love?"

He pulls me into him and holds my hands to his chest. His beard shifts as he smiles down at me and my heart flutters. I love it when he looks at me like that.

He dips down to kiss me. My eyes widen surprised but I don't complain. I kiss him back, our lips moving lovingly against each other. His arms tighten around me and I grip his shirt. He pulls back and kisses my cheek, then my lips again and stands his full height.

I giggle.

"What was that?"

He smiles at me and points up.

"Jus feelin Christmasy is all love " He says. My eyes look up and I register the Mistletoe. I smile.

"Oh my John Price you're a precious man." I say. He chuckles and picks up my bags again.

"Cmon love let's get you something hot to drink, you're about to freeze over." I giggle and pick up his present.

"Lead the way.....Oh John! Konig would love that!" I say pointing to a shop window. He only groans but follows me.

Keegan Russ

I pull into the Cafe. I double check my phone to ensure this was the right place. My windshield wipers are still going, hitting the snowflakes as they land on my windshield.

I confirm the address and sigh. My heart is beating fast and I try and calm my nerves. It's just a date a simple date at a coffee shop. I tell myself. Well......with Keegan. My face flushes at the thought. I can't believe he actually asked me out. He's more reserved but one day after work he came up to me and asked me out.

I was do excited and here I sit in my car trying to compose myself and stop worrying about

"AHHHH!" I shriek as someone startles me and taps my window. I look and see Keegan who gives me a friendly wave. I quickly turn off my car and step out. My heated car was a contrast the the freezing cold outside. I shiver and rub my arms.

"Hey Keeg!" I say

"Hey (Y/N), scared ya didn't I?" He says amused. I blush.

"Only a bit." I with my fingers. He rolls his eyes and smiles.

"Sure that's why all the colors drained from your face isn't it?" He chuckles. I whack him on the arm.

"Oh knock it off Russ." I laugh and he leads me inside the coffee shop.

"Yes ma'am." He says holding the door for me while I duck under his arm. We go to counter and order hot chocolate. Keegan swears it's the best he's ever had. We sit down in a cozy booth and I warm my hands on my mug and blow on the steam. I take a sip and Keegan's eyes watch me carefully. The velvety chocolate enters my mouth and it's bliss. I hum in content and look at Keegan.

"It's amazing."

"I was hoping you'd like it." He says and holds my hand. I smile at him and take another drink to hide my blush. We talk about ourselves and who we are outside of work. Me and Keegan have a lot more in common than I thought.

"I'm really glad you asked me out Keegan."

"Oh believe me it was my pleasure (Y/N)." He says.

"I didn't know we had so much in common you're so quiet usually."

He chuckles. "I am but I've been wanting to ask you out for a while. I always thought you were beautiful." I blush at his words

He stares at the window and notices a Mistletoe window sticker and he smiles mischievously. I don't notice yet because I'm still drinking my cocoa. I finally catch his eyes.

"Hmm?"

He leans forward, his hand coming up and touching my neck. I shiver under his touch. His eyes never leave mine.

"Can I?" He asks. Speechless I only nod.

He presses his lips against mine and sigh contently. He thumb strokes my cheek gently and he tilts his head for a new angle. Our lips move together and I can taste the chocolate and mint from his cocoa.

His other hand squeezes mine and I push more against the table. Carefully he pulls away his face still close to mine. He brings my hand to his lips and places a gentle kiss to my knuckles.

"You're beautiful." He says. I giggle.

"You're too sweet Keegan."

"Does this mean you'll go out with me again?" He asks. I smile and nod.

"Absolutely."

Konig

Konig was a quiet man. Though big, scary, and intimidating, he definitely had a soft side. A side that he showed me. Though we're not technically dating I guess.

We've been on a few dates and we both seem to really like each other and I'm just waiting for him to make a move. I'd love more than anything if we were official. Especially during the holidays. We have done a lot of couple like things already but, it's not the same when I refer to him as my friend or date.

I'm not surprised when he asks me to be his date for the base Christmas party. Of course I agreed and when the day came I took time getting ready. It was a more formal event and I put on a dress. I was applying some light makeup when Konig knocked at my door. I opened it and for a moment his stoic resolve broke and he looked over my figure.

"Vow liebling. You look....gorgeous." He says. I pull at the side of my dress.

"You really think so?" I ask him and he nods enthusiastically.

"I know so. I cannot vait to show you off." He tells me and offers me his arm. I take his feeling his strong bicep underneath his jacket. He leads me down the hall, through the building to the ballroom. We're greeted by warm twinkling Christmas lights that adorn the windows and arches. I stare in awe and look at the gorgeous Christmas tree at the end of the room.

Soft music is playing and before anything else, Konig pulls me along and stands in front of me on the dance floor. He smiles down at me and places his hands on my waist. He makes me feel so small but I love it. I put my hands on his shoulders and we dance around happily. He spins me effortlessly as of I weigh nothing. He dips me and I toss my head back laughing. He chuckles pulling me up against his strong chest.

I look deep into his eyes. Yes. This is what falling in love feels like. We finish our dance and we notice a photographer taking pictures of couples.

"Come on Liebling let's get something to remember this day." He says and leads me to the photographer.

We pose together and a few pictures are snapped. Across the room I hear.

"Come on Konig kiss her." I look and see the other 141 members calling to us. We look at them puzzled and they point up. We both look up and see the Mistletoe on the ceiling. I blush but look at Konig with a smile.

"Do you.....?" I start asking and he nods.

He dips me and gives me the deepest kiss he could muster up. I hear applause but I focus on Konig and how passionate he's kissing me. His lips feel so good against mine molding onto my mouth like a perfect fit. His hands squeeze my waist and I grip his neck harder.

He stands us up and the clapping ceases. We both have pink dusted on our faces and I giggle happily.

"Schatz?" He asks and I look at him.

"Yes Konig?"

"Vill you be mine?" He asks me. My eyes widen.

"Y-you mean????" I stutter and he nods before kissing me again.

"Yes leibling I'm crazy about you. I've just been vaiting for the best time to ask you." He admits.

I hug him tightly.

"Yes Konig I'd love to." We share another kiss before the 141 starts heckling us to get a room.

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(Wolf): There! What do you guys think??

(Ghost, Soap, Price, Keegan, and Konig look over my work)

(Ghost): Well written for what it is

(Wolf): what does THAT mean?

(Soap): why are you so jealous in mine lass?

(Wolf): it's just what I thought of!

(Price): I liked mine

(Wolf): Thank you Price.

(Price): Maybe just change-

(Wolf): Oh KNOCK IT OFF

(Keegan): I prefer coffee too cocoa

(Wolf): *wailing* come on I put a lot of effort into this!!!

(Konig): I liked them all Liebling, well done

(Wolf): Thank you Konig you're always so nice to me.

[chaosandmarigolds]

The deep dark fears of the 141

John Pirce is absolutely terrified of whales, dolphins, orcas, sharks... any of that certain genre of ocean creature, he wouldn't ever admit it though and no one would assume because he would go to the beach but he would never go into the water past knee level-

Kyle Garrick is little girl scared of scorpions, doesn't matter if someone explains to him that 'this ones venom isn't that bad, it just stings like a bee' he doesn't care, if he sees one he's dropping his shit and turning around (a fear Johnny commonly exploits, I'm afraid)

Johnny MacTavish is quite literally screaming and crying scared of the quiet. Now I could go into the psychological aspect of that and how he probably grew up being forgotten so blah blah blah but now! All im saying is that if it gets quiet he's yapping, there is a white noise machine in the barracks for just in case the AC goes down- he likes the noise

Now Simon Riley? The man with no fears? Well he does have one, Cats. Orange Tabbys to be exact, probably some bad experience when he was kid or something however, he is terrified. So when he goes to his new girlfriends house and she aptly hands him her little 'princess', Mila, he freezes. Holding the cat but not...exactly breathing. So that is how his girlfriend found out that her 6'billion foot boyfriend was scared of a 10 pound cat, by him passing out in her doorway.

[emasstars]

call of duty won!

[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Love on the brain

Ch.1

Series Master List

CW: Domestic Abuse. MDNI. Check the master list for full content warning.

Jabari had sprinted across the lawn as fast as his feet could carry him. He didn't understand much in life, but he did know that this was bad. His mom and dad were arguing again, this time about something other than money. At ten years old, he was almost certain that his life couldn't get much worse. He had hastily locked his seven year old sisters in his room and barricaded the door with his bed and dresser. Gave both girls a sweet smile and tried to explain for them to stay in the closet and not to come out no matter what, unless it was him or mom or the police.

His heart was racing the second he slipped out of the window. The screams of his mom shouting for his trifling dad to just please leave. Pleading for him to just please leave and to not touch her. He scrambled over the fence into the neighbor's backyard. He'd only seen them a few times since he and his family moved in a few months ago. It was four men, all of them huge and varying degrees of scary. He scrambled up the back steps and began to bang on the back door.

Blood was rushing into his ears as he prayed for someone to be home. The light behind the door turned on, and it opened. Jabari held his breath for a moment as a guy with a strange beard was shocked to see this little boy in the dead of night.

The man looked at him and then around for a moment. “It's late kiddo, what has you waking the dead?” There was concern in his voice.

Jabari let out a sob, “Please, I'm sorry for bothering you,” He devolved into tears and quite possibly the ugliest crying ever. “I need to use your phone to call the police, I'm afraid he might kill her!”

By now, another man had come to the backdoor curious about the commotion. Jabari looked up at them both and thought that the mohawk was cool, but right now, he needed to get on the phone.

Weird facial hair frowned and gently pulled him in the house. “Johnny, go grab Simon and you both meet me next door. Tell Kyle to phone the police.” He looked back down to Jabari and gave him a reassuring smile, “it's gonna be okay.”

There was blood dripping down your temple from the cut that your husband gave you. Your throat was raw from all of the screaming and yelling that you and this demon had done. When the test results came back that you did have chlamydia, against your better judgment, you confronted the man. What was supposed to be just you telling him that he needed to get treated turned into him accusing you of being a whore. It was laughable, down right hilarious and absurd. To accuse you of stepping out when you had walked in on him with women in your home.

In the start, you cared about his serial cheating. You cared about loving your husband, Kenny. He took care of you, he was smart, owned his own business, something to do with computers. Kenny, in the beginning, was not a bad man, even if he called soccer, football, and preferred rugby over actual football. Things got bad when you married him and became worse when Jabari was born and then abysmal when the twins Jada and Jayla were born. You asked for a divorce multiple times, but when Kenny cornered you, after you dragged yourself back together, he begged for another chance. He told you that things could be better, would be better. The five of you just needed a new change of scenery. He begged for you and the kids to move back with him to England and let the kids grow up in the countryside, America was not where he wanted his kids to grow up.

So please understand, getting burned by him below the waist again, after giving up and sacrificing everything was your last straw. You could handle a lot of things, but this was the straw in the camel's back. Seeing the panic on Jabari's face as he tried to get between you and his father before being shoved out of the way broke your heart. You sent him and your girls to their room and then pleaded for Kenny to just leave for the night and to cool down. A promise that in the morning, when the kids were at school, you'd both try again. You'd lay down, despite knowing about the std. You'd spread your legs and then ask in the afterglow of sex if you both could go to the clinic and get things taken care of. Then when the kids come home to a clean and rebuilt house, you'd order pizza and Kenny would drop money on a new TV (he broke this one in his fit of rage) and those toys and game consoles the kids had been asking for.

It was going to be the same song and dance. Right up until there was banging on the door that stopped him from striking you again. You both freeze, your eyes wide and his narrows. He backs away from you with a growl for you to wait there, and he'll get the door. He stalks to the front door, wrenching it open.

“Good evenin’” came a man's voice, “We heard some commotion and wanted to come over and check on you.”

You quietly sneak closer to the front door. This may be your only chance at help for the night. The phone cord had been ripped from the wall earlier in the fight.

Kenny is smiling but you know he is tense. You can see it in his shoulders and hear it under the false pleasantries in his voice, “Thanks for checking in, but we're all good here.” He wisely doesn't offer whoever is at the door anything else.

There is a beat for a second as you quietly stand just in view of the front door. You know you look a sorry mess, shirt torn, blood on the face, and hair a rat's nest. The man, a nice-looking man with neatly trimmed muttonchops and wearing a dark beanie, makes eye contact with you briefly. He's careful not to tip off Kenny, but you know he is watching you. A silent ask if you're okay.

You shake your head no.

“Well, that's nice and all, but I think we're gonna stick around until the police get here.” He says, his voice having a commanding authority to it.

“Look,” Kenny sighs, “everything is good here mate, and I very much would like it if you got off my front porch, we don't-” but Kenny stops dead in his little spiel. “What the fuck!?” He must have seen something.

“Now listen, you're gonna step outside and wait on the porch with my two friends here.” The man says, “or we can drag you out. Either way, we ain't leaving until the police show up, and the Missus says she feels safe.”

The front door swings open even wider, and Kenny takes a tentative step outside, and from your view, you see him plop down on the front steps. The man is standing in the doorway, his blue eyes alert and sharp as he steps into the threshold of your home. You see behind him, a hulking shadow just out of reach, a hood pulled over someone's head. The light from inside your home hits him, and you see that he's wearing a skull mask, but that's it. He lords his size over Kenny, and your husband rightfully sits still like a statue. Off by the mailbox is another person, probably waiting for the police to show.

“Ma'am, your son is at my house. He's fine, came and got us and we called the authorities for you.” He steps in front of you so you don't see your husband.

“Jabari went and got you?” You whispered, “oh god!” You hurry back down the hallway. Of course, your son would run and get help. You tried to open his bedroom door, and it would barely budge. But after a few rough shoves, you managed to get it open and squeeze into the room. “Girls?”

The closet door opens, and Jada and Jayla rush to you. Gripping onto you tightly while crying, you do your best to soothe them.

Back in the front room, John looks around at the damage. He doesn't dare go farther into the house where he hears you consoling your children. Instead he takes stock of the mess that the front room is. The broken TV that glitches, the turned over furniture, glass on floor and the phone cord ripped clean out of the wall. It disgusts him really, he never had patience for men that were aggressive towards women. Found that type of man to be scum.

He didn't know you, but from what he had seen of you just over the fence, you were a dedicated mother and home maker. John had seen you puttering about the back yard in your garden. He heard the sound of your voice scolding your children for running through your flower beds and plucking the blooms. Sometimes he would watch you sunbathe and help your daughters make flower crowns, while your son read comics next to you. He often wished that what he saw over the fence was what he and his boys had the privilege and luck to come home to.

It was, for him at least, a sight that made him incredibly envious of the bastard. To have a family, a Missus to make a house a home was a dream come true. To beat and abuse that Missus was sacrilegious and went against the natural order of things.

“Cap'n, they're here.” Soap is standing in the doorway. The chatter of voices of the radios could be heard. An officer steps around Soap and enters the house. He asks for the second owner of the house, and John directs them to the bedroom down the hallway.

“A right mess.” Soap whistles, “ya ken if ta lass woul’ want the help?”

“We'll come back in the morning and ask her. I'm sure when this is all squared away she won't want us in her home to help with anything tonight.” John says, “go and let Kyle know, Jabari can come back.”

Soap nods his head and leaves. John watches as you talk to the police, still in tears.

Chapter 2

[milkyblxxd]

giving fuckboy!soap the ride of his life after thinking he’s going to be the one to leave you crying, feed his own ego. instead he finds himself to be the one whining, pawing at you, drool dripping down his chin as you circle your hips and use him for your own pleasure. he’s in a daze after you make him cum, barely noticing you’re kicking him out with a kiss and a wink until your door slams shut.

he prays he remembered to get your number.

[itsa-me-lily]

@nightunite I hope she is everything you want her to be.

This is the start of an expansion in the Military Program Spouse Universe.

Please note this is a different reader than with Simon. Here you are Goggles and you are a menace to all.

The gym scene that Johnny is obsessing over came from Pick Up Games (A fic from Simon and his reader's playlist)

Here is Johnny & Goggle's playlist

Content warning;

Sexual themes, sexual tension, Sexual innuendoes, Goggles

Johnny knew he was a good solider. He was part of the 141. He prided himself on it. So why the hell was he letting someone from Mechanical of all places get under his skin like this?

"I bet you're real good at following orders aren't ya Sudsy?"

The words from the gym kept circling around and around in his head for days. Sudsy. That wasn't his call sign and he positive you knew it. It would be like if he called you fucking Wrenches instead of Goggles. What kind of call sign was Goggles anyways? He earned his call sign with how cleanly he swept houses thank you very much.

With a huff he cut off whatever conversation Gaz was trying to have with him. Something about a bird? A pigeon? Or dove? Whatever it was Johnny was sure that it was something they could revisit later at least. He could feel an energy buzz in his fingertips. It was similar to when they'd be cooped up on site, a need to excise it without the space to do anything about it.

Only this time he wasn't cooped up waiting for some terrorist or oligarch to make a drop. The only four walls around him were the breakroom, and he could leave it at any time. And like a cartoon it was almost like a lightbulb went off above Johnny's head. He just had to tell it to you straight. His call sign was Soap, and he was a seargent damnit, he was going to be respected.

With that mission directive in mind he hustled his way out of the break room and down to the garage. Surely you had to be there.

Whoever the fuck had decided to go try mudding with the LTATV and fucked up the undercarriage, their mother was hoe. You could feel your blood pressure rising as you looked at what seemed to be like gallons of dried mud that caked underneath as well as inside. Seriously, it was built for like two people, but given how the suspension was fucked you could only guess that, the weight limit was happily disregarded. Cap gave this to you as payback for giving Smudge new markers, you were sure of it. Bastard.

Before you could consider if insubordination was worth having on your permanent record, the very man you were considering insubordinating was calling for you. What great timing. With a grunt you rolled out from the LTATV, brushing the crumbling mud from your front, uncaring of what was caught in your hair at the moment.

"Yeah yeah I'm coming what-Oh Sudsy!"

And just like that your day was looking so much brighter. Sgt 'Soap' MacTavish was an absolute fucking meal and you were starving. Especially when he got that annoyed pouty look on his face that made you wanna give him something to be a little less grumpy about. Or maybe a little more grumpy depending on if he'd let you-

"Sargent here wanted to have a word with you."

Fuck Cap for being a goddamn buzzkill. You were enjoying giving the good sargent a slow once over.

"Sure. I'll take a little break from the bullshit you gave me."

Honestly you knew you were lucky that Cap let you be as mouthy as you were, but that was something to tell him later. You were giving your undivided attention to a certain Scott.

"So, what can I do ya for? Sudsy?"

Oh you probably shouldn't have enjoyed the way his eyebrow twitched at your new nickname for him. But you did and well that was going to be his problem. You tilted your head as you waited for an answer, enjoying the way Johnny crossed his arms over his chest. Seriously you just wanted to gnaw on him. Just a little. Those biceps looked very gnawable...

"What's wrong with it?"

It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about, looking back at the LTATV with a shrug.

"Some dumbasses thought they'd test the all terrain in some unauthorized mud shenanigans."

"So it just needs a wash?"

Oh it should have been illegal for him to sound so cute when he was confused. Seriously. You just wanted to smoosh his face between your hands.

"The suspensions fucked at the very least, but won't know until I can get a better look. And get covered in mud myself."

With a sigh you leaned against the side of the vehicle, and couldn't help but give Johnny a smirk.

"Though I bet you know all about that right?"

His confused stare only made your smile grow.

"Getting dirty? You know through mud and blood and all that jazz? Bet you clean up real nice too Sudsy."

Having a neon sign above your head flashing 'fuck me' might have been a little less obvious. But given the look on Johnny's face you weren't sure if he was getting it yet.

"Soap."

Huh?

"Huh?"

You didn't mean to sound stupid, but if it meant having this man step into your space, you could be the dumbest bitch possible. You could just barely smell whatever aftershave he used as you tilted your face up to keep eye contact with him.

"Call sign's Soap. Not Sudsy."

Fuck you'd call him whatever he wanted with that hard look on his face. Wonder if he'd still look like that if you slid down and-

"Right. Soap."

"Don't forget it."

You weren't planning on it anytime soon, and you could feel how charged your little stare down was getting. It was for you at least. Before you had a chance to suggest that you move your little meeting to somewhere more private, like a storage closet, the man was nodding to himself and stepping back to turn on heel and walk away.

Not great manners, but you could train that into him. You were sure. You enjoyed the view of him walking away, waiting until he was just about to leave the garage to call out to him.

"Toodles...Soap."

The man didn't bother to wave good bye but that was alright. You were pretty sure the flush you saw crawling up the back of his neck wasn't your imagination. With a groan you dropped your head back for it to clunk to the ATV frame.

"Fuuuuuck I gotta get that man pregnant."

You weren't sorry for the private that you startled.

Edit;

Goggles is a menace and I will never apologize for that.

[writersdrug]

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish is the kind of dad who throws your kids around for fun, tossing them into the air and catching them just to hear their infectious laughter, ignoring the worrisome protests that you call out from the kitchen when they get a little too high.

Captain John Price is the kind of dad who convinces your children to ask you for pizza for dinner, acting all surprised when you tell him to call the local pizza place, eyebrows rising with "What's the occasion?" despite the obvious grin that his plan worked. You aren't fooled.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick is the kind of dad who chases your kids around with a nerf gun, relentlessly pelting them with styrofoam bullets and ganging up on your oldest son with your youngest daughter. Waits behind the front door for your son to get home from school and immediately fires on him.

Simon "Ghost" Riley is the kind of dad who holds your toddlers like footballs, your daughter tucked sideways under his arm and dangling your son by his ankle. "Found these mice sniffin' 'round the cookie tin." He says with a deadpan expression, but you don't miss the way his mouth twitches when they giggle and shriek.

[quarterlifekitty]

I just read the baby trapping HC’s… what if it was the reverse? reader baby trapping THEM

I think that depends entirely upon how cleverly you went about it! I’m gonna answer this with the assumption that they match your freak on the matter lmao

cw: dubcon, baby trapping

And as a preamble: it’s literally so easy for you. For any of them. Because quite honestly if they’re hard, and you say you’re on birth control, they’re gonna believe you. And really, most of them probably would’ve just assumed you were if you let them hit it raw. But we’re gonna say you lied about being on the pill for this ask.

Gaz is such a sweet guy. He’s literally just like “I’m happy if you’re happy, love” when you tell him the news. These things happen, and he has no reason not to believe you, right? What does it matter as long as you’re both happy?

Soap has his suspicions about it. But again, it’s not like he was really pressing you for reassurance that it was safe when he came inside you— when he gets like that, the dog in him takes over and there’s no stopping him. And maybe he’s not sure initially, to be honest, but then he thinks about a little bundle that has the same eyes as you, and he just can’t bring himself to be upset. Even if you are a liar.

Ghost, regardless of how he feels on the news, is going to investigate. He can’t help himself. Fucker is nosy. And you would’ve known this! So you’ve got it all set up for him to find. Water glass on your nightstand, the drawer just slightly ajar— not even enough to see inside, but enough to make him curious. He opens, sees the round of pills, and the timing all checks out. All taken right up until recently— when you tested positive. And you’re not careless to leave them in the trash. They were flushed. And from before that— you have drawer in the kitchen where you often shove the stray contents of your handbag. And there are receipts. A few months worth, from the pharmacy, with exactly what you bought. If you have a menstrual/symptom calendar app on your phone, it’s all logged. There are notifications in your reminder app telling you to refill your prescription. A number in your contacts that matches up with the doctor listed on the prescription. It’s the fact that it’s too neat that tips him off. Every piece of evidence he could’ve ever asked for is there, and that’s how he knows it isn’t natural. And it makes him smile. It’s touching— how much care you put into securing him in your life forever. Kid’ll be a terror, with the two of you as the parents. Too capable.

Price had a feeling in his gut when you told him you were on the pill. He thought about pulling out just to see how far you’d take things. In the end, finishing inside of you was like calling your bluff to him. He’d be fine with waiting a month or two to see if he was right. In the meantime, he’ll be looking at paint swatches for the nursery.

König is not looking a gift horse in the mouth. But if he does find out, he’s actually grateful. Saved him the trouble of asking you to have his baby, which was just one of a few questions wracking his nerves when it came to you. And this provides him the perfect opportunity to ask you to marry him! Doesn’t have to torture himself with sussing out your ring size, the kind you’d want, waiting for just the right moment. He asks you when you tell him you’re pregnant— it’s like everything is coming together. It’s a fairy tale ending for him!

Nikolai confronts you when you tell him that you’re pregnant. There’s a sly smile on his face. He teases a bit. Isn’t that just so strange? That you’d be unlucky enough for that tiny little chance of it failing was enough. And he has a way of making you squirm, of prodding you until you tell him what he wants. You can’t help but smile when he smiles, feeling a little giddy. He makes it seem all light and cute— so you do spill the truth. And he’ll pick you up and spin you as he laughs. His malyshka is so naughty, isn’t she? Lying to him like that, like he wouldn’t find out. Like wouldn’t give her a baby just as soon as she asked. Like he wasn’t planning on pulling a similar move in the near future.

[lumibuns-blog]

Most desperate things the 141 boys have done for sex because I can't stop thinking about it <3

John's begged for it. I mean on his hands and knees begging for a taste. I know this man is an avid pussy pronoun user too. He has been on his knees in front of you as you sit pretty on his couch, trailing kisses up your soft belly to your tits and then back down to your thighs.

"C'mon sweet girl lemme' 'ave a taste of 'er yeah? Know she fuckin' needs me hm? Just look at tha'" as he runs a thumb of the wetness that's seeped through you thin panties, just waiting for you to say the words and let him tear them off.

He knows if anybody else in the 141 or if any of his fellow soldiers could see him now, the Captain Price practically drooling over you and sweet talking your cunt like it could hear him they would have a fit. But he couldn't care less because you looked so fucking good right now so "just let 'er 'ave what she wants alright sweet thing?"

I just know Kyle has spent 70% of his last month's pay check on hotel room because the 5 star pent house suite was the only hotel room in your area left available during the holidays. He played it cool with an arm around your waist assuring you it was fine, acting like this was the room he wanted to get, not the one he was forced to have. But if he was being forced to do anything thank god it was spoiling you.

"Don't worry 'bout it love. Just make 'urself comfortable" He'll say in a sultry sweet tone, planting kisses up the side of your neck before excusing himself to the lavish bathroom to check his bank account. He had to make sure he still had enough to buy you a nice breakfast in the morning.

And you're already layed out so pretty for him on the bed so he's not complaining about anything. Especially not the mirror situated on the ceiling right above the bed. Oh and don't you dare suggest splitting the cost, "just split your legs for me hun, 's all ya need to do"

Johnny is eager, like so so eager. When a passionate make out session on your couch got even more heated than either of you had previously expected and he now had his fingers playing with the waistband of your skirt, letting his cold finger tips splay themselves just below. When he got to the hem of your panties and began to hook a finger into the lace you had to stop him,

"Johnny"

"Yea?" He was breathless, chasing your lips when you pulled away to talk. You almost felt bad for separating but if he was going to touch you, there was one request you needed to make. You had felt his nails drag across your thighs moments earlier, it felt wonderful but they were...a little long.

"Do ya nae want this hen?" He'd ask, looking at you like you were a piece of art. Pleading with his eyes, shining like they'd spill tears if you said yes.

"No, no I want this, I want you so so much. It's just..." you trailed off

"Tell me what's wrong bonnie and I'll fix it, yeah?" his hands kept you grounded to his lap either a soft grip on you ass.

"It's just- you're nails, they're a little long" your request was nothing more than whisper.

'Oh' Johnny knew he probably should have just asked for clippers, but you felt so damn good on his lap. He could feel your warm cunt through the zipper of his jeans and with your tits brushing against his chest he couldn't bring himself to move.

You watched in shock as he just began to just tear his nails off with his teeth. Without a second thought his pointer and middle finger nails were bit off to the skin. He paused and looked at his right hand before ripping off the index finger as well.

"Johnny what's gotten into you-?"

But he's already got his hands back down your skirt. Soft finger tips slipping between your folds. "Feel better now eh?" And when you just nuzzled your nose into his neck and let out a little whimper he chuckled "I'll take tha' as a yes"

Simon swallows his pride for the first time in his life for a chance at hitting it raw. You tell him it's okay to not use protection, that you're on birth control. But you needed to make sure that he didn't have any stds seeing as they're even more of a pain when you're on birth control. Not that you don't trust him you just want to make sure and it's not a problem for him seeing as he has to get tested every other week being in the military.

He doesn't, however, have his records on him at the moment and with a girl already lying in his bed telling him he can cum inside. Plus a raging hard on, he doesn't exactly feel like running back to base to get the paper work. So...next best thing.

"Price-"

"Rare for ya to call on leave Simon, whatchya need?" Price responds, his voice cracking through the face time call, a cigar dangling from his lips.

"Sir I need..." he looks back at you, your eyes expectant and shining. You wanted him and he wasn't going to fuck this up. "Can you send me a picture of my last med check results?" He rushes out the last part, elbow on his knee and hand dragging over his face.

Price quirks one eyebrow but doesn't look like he's going to ask any questions. Unlucky for Simon though, Johnny was also in the room. His voice distantly coming through the phone,

"The feck ya need those for l.t.?" He questioned

Simon just groaned, soap's addition to this call just made it even more frustrating. But he snapped out of his frustration at the sound of price opening his file cabinet. "What part?" Price asked, dismissing Johnny with a wave of his hand.

"The-" Simon began, this was fucking embarrassing but when he looked back to you, now perched on your hands and knees, the plush of you hips resting on your ankles, he'd do anything at this point. "STD results." He responded plainly.

"Aye! No fuckin' way mate!" The sound of a chair scraping the floor could be heard as Johnny began to clammer over to his captain who pulled the sheet from his files.

"Ya didn't tell me he was in the room" Simon growled

"Ya didn't ask" Price droned

Johnny's head popped into frame "show me what she looks like ey l.t?"

"Not happening" Simon deadpanned

"Aw c'monnnn" The sergeant whined "just proud of you for finally getting some action!"

"Enough." Simon could see you biting your lip to stifle a laugh out of the corner of his eyes, a curious look in your eyes at his reddened face.

"Sent a picture to ya Simon" Price huffed, letting Johnny give him one last "good luck!" Before hanging up the phone.

You were a mess of giggles as he just shook his head and shoved the phone results in your face for you to look at. "See. Clean."

"Okay okay" you giggled, finally letting his form eclipse you back onto the pillows

"Went through a hell of a lot of trouble for ya, sweet girl" he whispered, nipping at the shell of your ear.

"I'll make it worth it" you said, kissing the corner of his lip and tangling your fingers in the back of his hair

"Christ woman" he groaned, feeling his cock twitch at your promise, "gunna' be the death a' me"

[tempfrangit]

ya know what, shorter sick thought, soap is the nasty ass guy who tells you that he can smell you ovulating when it's around that time in your cycle and you have to push him away, because he will try to talk you into letting him knock you up

[bagofshinyrocks]

Government name vs Military callsign

Prompt: What scares them worse? Addressing them by their full government name, or addressing them by their military callsign?

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: none

John Price

Government name.

Calling him Captain or Skipper just ends with him sauntering to where ever you are and ask (in an obnoxiously self-satisfied voice) what you wanted. Like a cat pretending it can’t hear the urgency in your tone when you say to get off the counter.

“If you want me to ‘shake a leg’, call my name, luvie.”

Now if you holler “Jonathan Price”, he’ll drop something. Either the newspaper in his hands, or his heart into his stomach. He sure as hell moves his ass with a purpose, and he’s peering into the room with an apology on his lips.

“Yes, luv? What’s wrong, poppet?”

“Lift the other end of the couch, would you?”

He does, and you shimmy it further back in the room. “Anything else I can do, love o’ my life?” He’s hovering, and gently coaxing you into his arms. Gauging how mad you were at him. You curled into him and kissed his chin. Then stepped away with a pat to his chest.

“No, sweetheart, just wanted you to shake a leg is all.”

When he remembers your previous conversation, he groans and tells you to fuck off.

Simon Riley

Military callsign.

When you two are alone, and he’s already given you permission to call him Simon, don’t call him Ghost. When you say that word, he assumes one of his mates are at the door or on the phone, and goes from Simon to Ghost. Stalks into the room with narrowed eyes, only to find you in the kitchen. By yourself.

“Ghost, you want a sandwich too? Turkey and cheese.”

“Fuck you callin’ me that for?” 

Once he sees you’re alone, he swoops in and wraps around you like a hoodie. A firm kiss to your ear, then your cheek, then spun you around. Back pressed to the counter top. Settles his face right close to yours.

“We playin’ games now?” You didn’t want to upset him, so you pressed a kiss to his nose. His grumpy look faded a bit.

“Sorry, baby.” Arms wrapped carefully around his shoulders. And your fingers scratch his scalp. Another kiss to his nose. “I’m sorry for playing games with you. Simon Riley.”

Hearing his name on your lips finally cracked, and he gave you a smile. A little scar on the upper lip. You gave it a kiss, and then pressed a kiss to his lips. 

A quick surge forward, and you only just had time to shove aside the things behind you before you found yourself on the countertop.

Kyle Garrick

Government name.

He doesn’t mind being called Gaz, and you’ll use Kyle and Gaz interchangeably. Doesn’t even mind if you use “Kyle” or “honey” in front of his squadmates. Though “Kylie” he does have some displeasure with.

“I’ll have you know, Soap is still calling me Kylie, you asshole.”

Call him ‘Garrick’, and he knows that you are pretending to be mad at him. He slinks over and rubs his face against your cheek. He’s too cute for you to stay mad.

If you shout “Kyle Garrick”, he comes running. He could have sworn that he put his clothes in the hamper. And did the dishes. And taken out the recycling. Damn, what was it that he forgot?

“Kyle Ga-”

“Yes, dear!” Shit, he didn’t mean to ‘yes, dear’ you. “Yes, my dear, I’m right here.”

You pause your laundry folding and summon him with a crook of your finger. Once he’s close enough, you tap your lip with the same finger. “I need a kiss.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “God damn you.” He squishes your face in his hands and gave you a quick, firm kiss. “Don’t stress me out like that. Thought you were mad.”

“Give me another kiss, or I will be.”

He rapid fire kissed your mouth, chin, and cheeks, then gave you a smack on the ass before returning to the living room. 

“In my own fucking home,” he muttered.

John MacTavish

Military callsign.

He’s got some thick skin. And he’s had his name shouted angrily many a time. He would all but skip into the room with a big smile on his face. The only people who shouted that name (and wore out the scare-factor on it) were his family members. Shouting “John MacTavish” meant you loved him. You were also mad at him, but you loved him. That was more important. Even with your scowl and the gross pile of garbage he kept forgetting to take out. You loved him.

Now shouting his callsign reminded him of his superior officers.

“SOAP!”

Shit shit shit. He put down his beer and ran from the garage to the backyard. Leg brace over his sweats, low cut muscle shirt that you also wolf-whistle at when he wears. You were only weeding the garden boxes.

“JOHNNY!”

“I’m here, bonnie,” he hollered, rounding the corner. You were sitting in the dirt, a tidy pile of weeds and dead plant bits next to you.

“C’mere, c’mere.”

He leaned down next to you, hand on your shoulder and good knee on the ground. “Wassit?”

You pointed to the leaf in your hand. “A caterpillar, Johnny. An itsy-bitsy caterpillar.”

He sighed heavily and kissed your shoulder. “Bonnie, I thought something was wrong.”

“Hm?” You spared him a glance. “What are you talking about, bubba?”

“You called me Soap.”

“Did I? Didn’t mean to spook you, loverboy.” You gave him an apologetic kiss on the lips. “Just wanted you to see the caterpillar before he wiggled off.”

Posted: 2023 Dec 10

[i-love-you-just-the-same]

as a cheeky birthday treat to price, the force makes the drive to the nearest hooters. they're in the states for a mission and the restaurants dot many of the towns they drive through. sure there are a few back home, but it's an experience. one they want to enjoy thoroughly.

when their waitress comes up, they stare wayyyy to long for her comfort. which is how you get swapped with her. you're known for being able to handle customers like this. you don't balk when they stare down your shirt, just turn and ask if you can get them anything else. they're pieces of work tonight, but they're polite and keep their hands to themselves.

they become regulars after that. they have to after seeing you smile wide (although not at them) during the birthday song for price. they always ask for your section and make small talk while flirting. one of them usually leaves their number on the receipt with a healthy tip, but you don't budge.

they show you how good and capable they are for taking care of you. they know its wrong to solicit someone during their work, but it's just this once (they've decided to not approach you elsewhere, no matter how much johnny pouts. doesnt mean they arent watching). simon breaks the fingers of the man who groped you saturday night, kyle knifed the fucker hiding around the side of your car, and johnny slashed your touchy manager's tires. you don't really know about these things, but john's tips alone should show you how well they can take care of you!

you slowly warm up to them. you learn their names and where they're from. they don't come on as strong anymore, but its obvious they're still interested when one of them walks you to your car. sometimes you'll wear their jacket and an arm will be around your waist. possessive glare on any another man who dares to look your direction.

when they come in after longer than normal time away, they see you with a little crown with pink fuzz around the bottom and "birthday girl" written in diamonds on it. youre obviously unhappy about the kid's crown so they don't say anything, yet their smirks tell it all. price buys you a dessert when you're finished with your shift. to their surprise you squish in beside price. you let them call you "love" and "doll." johnny even feeds you a spoonful and gaz wipes your chin when you get a crumb.

it's about time you come around to their affection. they've been waiting so long and so faithfully. they have everything you need in their flat, so why don't you quit on the way out the door. call your landlord and tell him that you're moving out soon. you're truly theirs now. happy birthday, darling.