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My Mother’s Café

Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish x GN!Reader

Synopsis: All of 141 is on leave and you thought you’d relax at your local and favorite café with the nice lady working there. Little did you know McTavish would take her place.

Notes: This was the most random idea ive ever had and the fastest ive ever went up with an idea like that 💀💀

WC:596

Twice a year, unless of injury, all of 141 gets to go on leave. This was 1 out of 2 of those weeks. You laid in bed, wondering what you should do on your time off.

Normally, you’d sleep or only go out for groceries since no one else besides Laswell, from the task force was in America. You didn’t want to disturb her and her wife’s time asking to go out somewhere.

You decided to at least get up and take a shower. After you got home last night, you just striped and went straight to your bed.

While getting undressed, you remembered the café that you’d always visit on your time off. That’s when you decided to go there instead of sleeping the break away.

You got out the shower, dried off, and went to your closet. Since you hadn’t been home for a while, it never crossed your mind to do the laundry. You looked up to the tiny amount of clothes on the white plastic hangers to pick out.

You thought about going to the gym later, so you just threw on your compression shirt and some shorts. You grabbed your keys and phone and headed out the door.

As you pulled up to the café, you noticed the usual long line. The place had very few people come around, reason being why you loved it so much. You turned off your car and walked in.

What you didn’t expect to see is Soap panicking behind the counter with a red apron on and hair threw back into a mohawk ponytail with a scrunchie.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sight almost making you belly laugh in the blaring café. You didn’t realize that you were next in line until you heard Soap clear his throat.

“Hello and welcome to Scottish delights how can i help you today?”

You finally looked up to him. Getting a good glimpse of him made your face warm. His scar down his eye shining in the early morning, almost afternoon.

“I didn’t know you worked another job, McTavish?”

“I don’t. Im here on my mama’s behalf.” “Your mom?” “Yeah, shes out sick. The flu.”

You had to do some mental mathematics in your head to calculate what he meant.

“Like.. Your mom is an employee??”

“No dimwit, she owns the place.”

You had to blink at him for a split second, but your small dick sized brain finally caught on.

“O-“ “Listen hurry up and order and i’ll explain more after my shift, I get off at 6.”

You ordered your usual and waited at a table patiently. You thought about the woman, finally noticing the smile so similar to Soap’s, the body language, the eyes, and most definitely the accent.

You can tell he got most of his traits from her too.

“number 65 with a black tea, 3 sugar cubes, and one cranachan.”

You heard Soap yell, he almost sounded like he was on the field.

Seeing peoples heads and faces turn startled was funny. You got up from your seat and walked over ti the counter.

“Hm, maybe I should meet your mother more personally?”

“Don’t sweat it, she doesn’t like dimwits like you.” “Really? Because every time i’d come here, she seems very fond of me.”

He started turning pink and shoved the bag and cup towards me.

“Just get the hell out and i’ll see you at your place later.” “Ok, seems like a date though. See you later!!”

You took your order and headed out the café towards your car.

IM SORRY FOR NOT POSTING BUT UH HERE U GO SS MY APOLOGY 😞😞 (might be a part 2??)

#mw2022 #soap x reader #johnny mctavish #soap mctavish

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kmoplq · 1 year

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hi guys! ik its been a while so i might try to get smth out by new years.

happy holidays (im like 2days late)

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kmoplq · 1 year

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‘Is it really you..?’

Captain Price x ‘Hostage’ & FEM!Reader

(Special thanks to @overthetopobsessed for the idea!!!)

Warnings: HEAVY Angst, Mentions of kidnapping, Mentions of torture, Mentions of drugging, slight signs of insanity, but teeth rotting fluff as my apology with tears☹️☹️, also me being goofy in parentheses 🥳

WC: 2.1k

All you remember is spending time with your crush before anything.

You couldn’t even remember anything after that, the only thing stuck in your mind was John Price.

It was your senior year of high school. He had just told you that he was planning on going in the military.

You didn’t like the idea of him going out there. The Price you knew wasn’t always hard and demanding.

He was a average guy. He was the guy to enjoy a nice movie, nothing to scary, or boring. Just a nice comedy.

“Your really thinking about it, aren’t you?” He looked ashamed. It wasn’t a painfully obvious look, he tried hard to hide it but you’ve known him long enough.

“I just.. I don’t know! I know the risks and the training will be hard to take, but thats the whole point.

(Innit?) Isn’t it?”

You sighed. When John had something in his mind, he wouldn’t let it rest until he found out what to do with it.

“I just want you to be safe, I don’t wanna lose you, too.”

“Why? Do you think I’ll die that easily? Y/N, You know that if I died before I saw you again, I’d come back just to say goodbye.”

“Thats what im afraid of! I don’t want you to say goodbye! I don’t want to see your mother in tears on my porch!”

“Do not bring my mother into this.”

“Why? Is it because you know she’ll care? Honestly, isn’t it enough to know that you have actual family that will keep and touch with you and will actually sort things out?!”

“I know thing are hard for you right now-“

“No, you don’t get it. You don’t get it, not even in the slightest. I can barley have you come over without my parents yelling at each other over the phone or at me. Hell, my mom even whopped my ass in front of you! Is that not enough proof for you?”

At this point he was speechless. He didn’t know who to respond. So he left. Didn’t call, Didn’t show up at school, Didn’t even send a letter.

You trace 3 soft knocks at the light pale blue door in front of you. You had on John’s hoodie. You were giving it back, but you just wanted to make sure he was ok.

“Oh! Hello dear! Come in, come in!” You stepped in to see the dining table set up so perfectly. Nothing out of place or mismatched. All perfect.

“Uh, Ms.Price?” “Yes, dear?” “Where’s John?”

Her faced pulled a frown from her normally bright smile.

“He left, and I thought you’d be the first he’d tell. That stubborn boy.”

You looked like you had just witnessed the most gruesome thing imaginable.

“W-What do you mean ‘He left’?”

“To the military. Did he really not tell you, dear?”

Your heart dropped, you stopped breathing. Tears wound up on the edge of your eyes. You lost all feeling in your body and went limp.

This. This was all your fault. That stupid argument. That stupid comment. If you had kept you big ass mouth shut, you probably would have gotten a call.

You started weeping into Ms.Price. You didn’t understand why you were crying. Ms.Price should be in your place right now, seeking you for closure. Knowing that her son, her only child has left her.

“Its ok, dear. I get that it hurts, but at some point you gotta let them go.”

Letting go. Letting go sounded to sweet for your ears. You pulled away after some time, seeing that you had completely ruined Ms.Price’s shirt.

“Im sorry Ms. Price.”

“Please dear, call me Hazel.”

“Ok, Ms.Hazel.”

She let out a chuckle. So sweet and soft, almost lulling you to sleep.

“Dear, you don’t have to add the Ms, Its completely fine, I pinky promise.”

She held out her pinky, looking at you like you were her own child. You held out your pinky and intertwined them.

TIMESKIP!

It had been 19 years since that whole shit show. You barley remembered it.

You walk around your decent sized apartment, finding something to keep you busy with.

You still had John’s hoodie on. It still being to big for you.

Your cat, Mews, purrs against your leg. You look down to see a pretty orange-brown, coat of fur.

“Look at my little chaos baby. Alright, time to feed you.”

You had found Mews at a animal shelter that was obviously wasn’t in the right condition.

You and the feline had bonded instantly with the look of an eye. She was a very friendly cat in general, but she was especially cuddly with you.

And thats why you instantly got her.

You heard a knock at the door. Turning around from the window, you walked towards the door

You open the door, looking around before closing the door.

As you turn around, a man in all black takes hold of your mouth and throws you against the previously opened door.

Your muffled curses hitting the gloved palm of the shadowed man.

You think as fast and smart as you can. Coming up with a solution, you throw all your weight onto the man, sending you both tumbling to the ground.

I guess the martial arts class paid off after all. Maybe your mother was finally right. Sure, she wasn’t right about you being a whore, but that martial arts really did teach you something.

You get up quickly, getting into a fighting stance. The man groaned and massaged the back of his neck.

“And what are you going to do little girl? You don’t know anything.”

The heavy russian accent flows through the wind, the broken english made it even clearer somehow.

“Come here and I’ll show you?”

He pulled out a knife, which made you flinch a bit.

He came running towards you, knife at the ready to stab or slice some part of you.

You dodge and hit him in his throat and he falls to the floor. You thought he was the only one.

Hell maybe he was a robber. But you were mistaken when you felt a sharp pain in the side of your neck.

You left hand quickly held that spot the pain was erupting with. You turn around to see another masked man, holding a syringe with liquid in it.

You’ve been drugged. You cant do anything. Your visions goes blurry, colors flashing around and polkadots painting a picture in your vision.

Everything goes black quickly. Your woken up by a harsh slap. It definitely hurts more then it’s supposed to. You’d know.

Your voice hoarse, you try speaking but all that brings you is pain.

“What..What do you want?”

“You have information that can help us.”

You looked at them, almost laughing. It was a scary moment, but hell all you could do was laugh.

“Me? Having some sort of sensitive information? Your fucking crazy.”

“You know a ‘Price’ , yes?”

That made you shut up instantly. You almost wanted to blame Price for this, but you know that it can’t be helped.

“Whats it to you?”

“Thats none of your concern.”

“For fuck sake. How am I gonna give you information if your not even gonna tell me-“

Another harsh slap to face. But this time, instead of it hurting more than normal, It hurt like a fucking bitch.

It felt like someone had sliced your cheek open,

but it hit you. If you were slapped, just a normal slap to the face, it would sting. So why the hell is your face bleeding?

“Did you just slit my cheek?” “No, I kissed your cheek.” “Oh wow, you have jokes.”

The man pulled you by your collar, making you jerk forward.

“Listen, just give me the information about Price, and we can let you go.”

“Well kill me then cause im not giving you shit.”

“Didn’t think i’d have to do this the hard way. What a shame.”

He let go of your collar while walking over to a counter that held shit that you’d see in movies.

Your heart sunk to your stomach. You had thought this whole thing was just a fucking dream.

But your life is at stake here.

It had been weeks. You had started keeping track of the days, but had slowly lost count.

The stab wounds, scars, burns, and everything else had just became numb.

Is this where I die? I’m m not ready to die. I can’t t die. Please.

You cant feel anything. Not anymore. So is there even a point to cry anymore?

You feel yourself go crazy, seeing thoughts. Until you heard a loud bang. Your head shot up like you were just fighting sleep.

I mean, you’re not wrong, are you? You hear gunshots, you don’t know what else to do besides stare at the iron door.

Feeling absolutely nothing knowing that you’d be dead by time anybody got to you.

“Is there anybody in there?” You heard a all too familiar voice behind the door.

“Hello.” You barely even heard yourself and was even more surprised when that familiar voice came back to you.

“Step away from the door, Im coming in!”

You crawled away from the door, unfazed by the loud banging ans just stared into the dents being made into the cold metal.

Once there was a big enough hole, a tall man stepped through scanning the room before he landed on you.

Price. This bastard is Price.

You sat up on your knees looking up at the man. Admiring his physique and his bearded face.

‘Is it really you..?” You felt all the emotions flood back too fast and started letting out tears.

He thought you were delusional. He can’t blame you though since you’ve been trapped here for who knows how long.

“I’m sorry miss, but I’m not the one your looking for.”

Your heart broke into billions of fucking pieces.

“No, no no no no.. You have to remember me theres no godamn you can’t. John please.”

He was shocked when he heard his name come out of your mouth. He didn’t know how to react. He saw you eyes widen, your eyes behind him.

“What-“

“Get down!”

You pulled him to the ground with you and you heard a strangled cough right after.

(gunshot. gunshot to the head. he’s dead 🤯)

“Oh, um, thank you.”

“Your welcome, Sir.”

Now he was really fucking confused. First you were calling him by his name and now your calling him sir?

“We’ve swept the floor, Cap.”

“Alright, let’s head out then.”

He offers his hand for you to hold for support and you feel yourself fumbling over your feet.

“Woah, careful there.”

Then he notices the one thing he forgot. His hoodie.

You both began to walk as the new proclaimed man, Gaz, leaded you both outside. Checking every corner.

“Hey, I had the same hoodie in high school. Where’d you get yours?”

“Just a friend. What’s it to you?”

“When’d they give it to you?”

“2 days before he left for the army. We went out to the skating rink. The fucker didn’t know how to skate at all, had to help him regain his balance every time. He even fell on his ass, I think.”

You let a gruff giggle, but to him it sounded angelic.

Then he realized. He finally fucking realized.

“Y/N?”

You stopped admittedly, your breath hitched so hard you started coughing.

He started laughing and patted your back with the right amount of pressure.

Gaz noticed and stopped to turn around.

“Are you two seriously flirting? You guys just met like, 10 minutes ago.”

“Gaz, I’ve known her since birth.”

“WHAT.”

You started coughing more with the tiniest hint of laughter.

“His mom basically took me as her daughter.”

“Speaking on my mother, how is she?”

You glared at Price.

“I don’t know Price let me think… Oh wait, i’ve been locked up for weeks!”

You playfully hit his shoulder. He playfully hit you back.

“Your not supposed to hit a woman, Price.”

“But your not any woman, your my girlfriend.”

You looked at him, taking a second to register what he had just said.

“What did you just call me?”

“I don’t know what your talking about.”

“John.”

“Am I technically wrong though?”

“Yes!”

“How?”

“Because you didn’t let me say yes yet.”

“What-“

You cut Price off by pulling him into a passionate kiss.

“But yes, I am your girlfriend. For now at least.”

“Now what’s that mean?”

“You’ll know when I show you.”

“You guys suck at flirting and im going to throw u both off a cliff.”

“Gaz, your just mad you don’t have anybody.”

“I DO! I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND TOO(HINT HINT 🤭).”

“Whatever, loser.”

I actually don’t like this a wee bit ngl, but i hope u guys liked this ☹️🫶

#mw2022 #john price #john price x reader #i love this man

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kmoplq · 1 year

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just a lil smeak peak of the story im writing! tjought abt making it a series, but everything leaves my body after i sleep so im just gonna take this like a fireball shot 🤭

(currebtly at 1108 words)

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kmoplq · 1 year

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thinking abt making a captain price x reader smut rn 🤤🤤🤤🤭🤭

But on a serious note, pls give me ideas for a fanfic 😞😞😞

#writer block #i hate everything #captain price x reader #mw2022 #im gonna fucking cry

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kmoplq · 1 year

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‘Are you that obsessed with me?’

John ‘Soap’ McTavish x Fem!Reader

someone commissioned me to do this and idk if they’d like to stay anon, so im just gonna keep it there!

Warnings: smut, msub to mdom, a bit rough, teasing, thats abt it. I’m not that good at writing smut, so this is your other warning 😢😢

WC:985

It was no secret that you and Soap were best friends. Before anything, you and Soap had met in high school. You stayed friends stayed friends ever since. Nothing more.

Currently, you both were training. Nothing to severe, just punching and dodging. You both could barley breathe.

All Soap could pay attention to is how your chest would go up and down heavily.

“Pay attention, McTavish. Don’t want me winning do you?”

He’d do anything if it met you’d win. He didn’t care if that meant you’d have him pinned down on the mat.

He’d do anything to feel that luxury.

“Huh, wha’d you say?”

“Jesus.. Here, why don’t we take a break because it’s obvious you cant focus.”

“I can focus perfectly fine!”

He can focus fine, when i came to you at least.

You both headed to the kitchen of the safe house and got something to get something to eat.

Who knows how long you and Soap had been trying? Soap did. He always new how long you and Him would train. Always 1hr and 50mins.

One thing he knew he wanted was you. All he needed was you.

He knew that it took was one kiss to the cheek and he’d go absolutely crazy.

“John? Do you want the water or not?”

“Oh, yeah sorry..”

“Whats up with you? Your zoning out a lot, and you don’t do that a lot? You can talk to me.”

That. That right there was the reason he needed you so much. That was the reason he loved you so much.

“I-I uh.. I don’t know if i can tell you about this one though..”

“Please Johnny.”

Those two words had him shying away from you and a blushing mess. Even his pants started growing tighter.

“I-um.. I like you, a lot. And I don’t know if I keep it a secret any longer“

You admittedly stopped breathing. You couldn’t stand properly anymore and you didn’t know if it was because of training or because what Soap just confessed.

“So thats why you keep looking at my tits? And thats why you have a boner right now? Am I correct?”

You wanted to tease him a bit, just for a while.

“N-No! Maybe, and so what?”

“I’ll tell you what, you’ve trying to act sly. Did you really think i couldn’t see all of that happening?”

All he could do was whine. He was to hot to make a comment back.

“Aww, whining for me already? Haven’t even touched you and your already a mess.”

“Am not..” He basically moaned it out. He just needs you bouncing on his cock. No thoughts besides you on him.

“How about we go to your room and fix that little problem of yours, hm?”

When he finally gets enough courage to talk again, its admittedly taken by you kissing him.

As soon as you both hit the door, he’s on you in a instant.

“Let me close the door at least! God, your that desperate, aren’t you?”

All he could respond with is kissing your neck. After you close the door he throws you on the bed.

“Take off your shirt. Please.”

“Whatever you want.”

He went to help you but you shoed him away.

“instead of worrying about me, how about I help with your cock?”

He didn’t even have to reply before you were on your knees infront of him, unbuckling his pants.

All he could do is let out a grunt of desire. It wasn’t long before you had his tip in your mouth. You took hold of his hips and pushed his cock to the back of your throat.

You tried not to gag. He’s not average, just 3 inches above and had a nice bit of thickness.

He took hold of your hair and face fucked you until he was close.

“Get up so i can fuck you much harder.”

You obeyed without a comment, sitting up on the bed, legs open wide for him.

You couldn’t help but whimper at the size of him. You thought he looked bigger when you sucking him off.

He lined himself to your entrance before looking at you for your approval.

You nodded anxiously, and as soon as you nodded he slowly stretched you out.

It hurt, but it hurt in a good way. A way you couldn’t describe.

You whimpered and squirmed around him causing him to take hold of your legs.

“Hold still baby. You only took the first couple inches and your a mess. What a shame.”

“Just hurry up please!”

“Calm down, Just a couple more inches.”

It felt like an eternity until you felt his hips sharply slam against yours, making you cry out of pleasure.

Soap started picking up pace quickly. You could barley catch your breath. The only thing coming from your throat were gasps and moans.

“Eyes on me baby, and keep them there.”

You couldn’t muster up the courage to look at him, so he grabbed you by ur chin making you look at him.

You whined at the sudden contact. You didn’t know how long you could last if you had to look into his pretty blue eyes.

“S-Soap, Im gonna cum.. Please.”

“Just a bit longer, I promise.”

His thrusts got more sloppier, and more fast paced.

You cried out as you came. It was enough to make you pull a blank. The only thing coming out your mouth was Soap’s name.

Minutes later, Soap finally reached his high. Letting out curses and blurting out a ‘I love you so much’ which pulled you out your blank.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

You looked at him and laughed.

“Im serious! Did i say something?”

“I love you too, dickhead.”

He looked redder than he was before and hid in your shoulder.

“Aww, after that you get so flustered? Thats adorable.”

“Hmp.”

“Goodnight, Babe.”

“Goodnight.”

IDK IF THIS IS GOOD OR NOT BC IM NOT THAT GOOD AT WRITING SMUT SO PLS LEAVE UR RECOMMENDATIONS 😰😰

#john mctavish #soap x reader #task force 141 #mw2022

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kmoplq · 1 year

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Touch starved Ghost

➤Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x John ‘Soap’ McTavish x Afab!Reader➤

Warnings: None, just touch starved ghost and a comforting soap and reader (i made this all on notes app bf posting 🤷🏾‍♀️)

WC: 846

“Ghost, this is Phoenix, do you copy?”

You whispered into the comms. You, ghost, and soap, were sent on a mission to get some info on a enemy team in austria.

You, Ghost, and Soap have been dating secretly for 2 months. It hasn’t been anything serious. no kissing, no touching, no anything. But Ghost needs some type of affection besides subtle looks and genuine smiles. He needs to be held by the people he loves, you and Soap.

“Simon, do you copy?”

It finally hit him when he heard your voice ring through his ears. “This is Ghost, I copy.”

“Finally, what the hell were you doing that took you so long?” “Just thinking.”

You scoffed into your comm. “And what were you thinking about, Simon?”

He hated how his name only sounded good rolling of your tongue, even if it was ‘Ghost’.

“The mission. What else would i be thinking of. Wouldn’t be a lieutenant, now would I?”

“Depends.”

“Guys, stop your flirting. Theres 2 guards outside the base. Plus, your making me feel left out.”

Soap finally spoke up. There was finally some actual action besides the banter between You and Ghost.

“Soap, whats your position?”

“I got eyes on the target, what about you Lt?”

“Got eyes on the guards. I can get them in one swift motion.”

“Like Taylor swift?”

“No, your an actual dumbass..”

“You cant say that Soap, your name is literally Soap-“

“How about you two idiots stop fucking around and come down here?”

Ghost was about fed up with the both of you. Hell, fed up is an understatement.

You and Soap jump down and run to Ghost.

*TIMESKIP*

After the mission, you basically jumped into the shower. You were dirty, bloody, sweating, and hell, you most likely looked like shit.

When you turned on the water, you whined from all the pain erupting from your body.

All the cuts, scraps, and stab wounds were practically on fire. You couldn’t help but listen into what was going on in the locker room.

“Do you think Phoenix stopped to the infirmary? They had some pretty nasty cuts.” Soap was always worried about you, felt almost sickening.

“Im sure they’re fine. Their tough enough, wouldn’t be here if they weren’t.”

“That’s not the point, Simon. They could like.. I don’t know, pass out of blood loss.”

That got you to snicker.

You heard the two shuffle on their feet to sound like they were doing so to face your direction.

“So, you guys really do care about me, especially you, Simon. I feel special.”

“Oh, you should see Simon’s face right now- OW!”

You could hear the contact of Ghost’s fist to Soap’s arm. Poor guy.

“Alright, can one of you guys hand me my towel?”

They both basically ran towards your towel to get you your towel.

You turned off the water to reach out from behind the curtain, feeling a gloved hand and a veiny one.

You wrap the towel around you and stepped out.

Both men stared you down like they were some dog and you were a nice bone.

“Remember, my eyes are up here, idiots.”

“Sorry, but you’re too good not to stare at.”

You turned red at the face and quickly rushed to your room.

You got dressed in the usual attire. A black tank top with the basic camo cargo pants.

You stepped out, seeing Ghost and Soap smiling brightly at the both of you.

“Can I help y’all?”

“Ghost has a very, wery, important question to ask us- well you since he’s already asked me but-“

“Hurry up, McTavish.”

“Right, he wanted to ask if we could all cuddle together.”

You were shocked. You and Soap both assumed that Ghost wasn’t the touchy feely type, but you guess you were both wrong.

You glanced between the two before pulling them in by their shirt collars and closing the door in two swift movements.

Ghost’s was flushed a deep red and you and Soap started laughing.

“We didn’t take you for the cuddly type, Ghost.”

That made him grumble. But you had to ask him one question before anything actually happened.

“Can we kiss you?”

That made the man become putty in you and Soap’s hands.

“Sure..” It didn’t sound to reassuring, so you gave him a ‘are you sure?’ look.

He nodded and began to lift up his balaclava above his nose.

You and Soap began lightly placing kisses along his half, exposed face. You felt him shuffle slightly, but slowly start adjusting to the feeling of his face being felt up.

He let out a sigh of relief.

That made you and Soap chuckle a bit.

“If any of you tell anyone about this i will kill both of you in your sleep.”

“Ok big guy, it’ll be worth it, right Soap?”

“Hell yeah it’ll be.”

I procrastinated this story for WAY longer than it was supposed to, haven’t posted in a while, so it feels good to be writing again.

#soap mctavish #ghost x reader #soap x reader #mw2022 #task force 141

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kmoplq · 2 years

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I really do love you.

Connor x gn!reader

Summary • You and Connor get into an argument and he goes to apologize for his mistakes.

fluff & angst? ☆*:.｡.

btw, tysm for all of the support on my first story!

"Connor you don't understand, you could have fucking died!" you scowled at Connor, but he didn't seem as worried as you did. "Y/n, i am but an android. i do not feel any type of pain. besides, cyberlife can just repair me or make another copy of me. they'll transport my memories into the copy-" "Thats not the point, Connor! It doesn't feel the same when theres a copy of you. especially when i just witnessed you die right in-front of me. it feels like somebody whats to replace you, they don't feel like the real Connor."

He didn't understand what you meant by 'someone whats to replace you'. That got Connors light spinning amber. he was looking for the right response, something that wouldn't make him have to talk any longer. he thought this whole argument was a waste of time.

"You should be at least thankful i saved your live, detective." he spoke calmly and softly. but that only ticked you off more. "I am thankful! But i would have been glad if i took that godamn bullet! i don't want you getting hurt again, even if you don't feel pain! end of conversation."

He was shocked by your response. As you left the police station, Gavin tried hitting on you, and since you weren't in the mood and also dating Connor, you flipped him off.

Your shift had been over anyways. You didn't know how to feel. Sad, upset, angry, confused? You felt all of them, you knew Connor could take care of himself, that didn't mean he had to get himself killed for you. You, out of all the people, it had to be you. You heard your phone ring. And when you saw who it was, you declined .

Within minutes, there was a knock at your door. "Y/n, listen i- I'm sorry." "Go away, Connor. I'm not in the mood." You heard him shuffle, and then the sound of heavy rain. It so being clearly heard. " How the hell did you get in my house without a key?!" He softly smiled at you while dangling a spare key. "Fuck, I forgot about that. Holy shit your drenched, why didn't you have an umbrella?"

" I um, I ran here right after work and didn't bother taking my umbrella. Listen, i just wanna say, I understand why you worried. Your mom, she took a bullet for you and she didn't make it." You looked at him with utter shock, wondering how he knew such information.

"Did Hank tell you?" "Yes. I'm sorry for your loss. She seemed like a good mother." You smiled to yourself "Hell yeah she was. I just- I don't want that to happen or see it again."

Connor felt that you were in the state of crying. He didn’t want to see you cry so he hugged you. Hugged you tighter than anyone had before. His head in your hair, he mumbled something that made your eyes widen.

“I really do love you.”

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