Open Arms - John "Soap" MacTavish
Soap might be the tiniest bit jealous of the throw pillows you nap with. You might just have to do something about that.
A/N; can someone please give soap a hug
Wordcount; 605
TW; none... but beware of tooth rotting fluff
"Why don' you hold me like that, huh?"
You blink a few times, swallow twice. Freshly awoken from a nap, your mind is still foggy, and you glance halfheartedly towards the sound of the voice--your boyfriend, Johnny MacTavish--with bleary eyes.
As you fully come to, you see him sitting at the opposite end of the couch, an amused expression on his face.
It takes you a moment to speak. "Huh?"
"I said," he repeats, leaning back on the cushions and giving you a sideways glance, "Why can' you hold me like that?"
Your brows furrow.
He rolls his eyes teasingly in response, gesturing to the throw pillow you have clutched in your grip. It's drawn close to your chest, chin hooked over the edge.
"You're talking about the pillow?" You ask drowsily, voice equal parts teasing and confused. "You're jealous of a pillow? I didn't take you for the type."
"Och, shut up," he chuckles, waving a dismissive hand in mock irritation.
You take a breath, momentarily shut your eyes, and stretch out on the cushions like a cat in sunshine. When you look up at Johnny again, his attention is elsewhere, looking at something on his phone. Frowning softly at the sight, you nudge the edge of his thigh with your foot.
He glances over at you, a brow raised. "Yeah, lass?"
You wordlessly pat the empty space on the cushion beside you.
This time, your boyfriend's the confused one. "What?"
"C'mere," you say, dropping the throw pillow to the ground and making a show of stretching your arms open.
His eyes glitter with amusement. That familiar, easy smile is tugging at the corner of his lips again. "Y'really don' have to. I was just jokin' with you."
"Lucky for you, I take everything seriously," you banter back, patting the cushion once more.
After a moment's hesitation, Johnny shifts to face you fully. "And... you're sure about this?" He asks, biting the inside of his lip. His gaze catches on your open arms, your sleepily determined expression. "You're positive?"
You don't miss his hesitance. When you speak again, you're mindful to keep your tone soft and inviting. "I wouldn't offer unless I wanted it."
You watch him swallow, Adam's Apple bobbing before he finally bridges the gap and settles himself within your open arms. There's not enough room for the two of you to lay side by side, so you lay flat on your back, Johnny sprawling overtop of you like some sort of weighted blanket. His head falls to rest on your chest. Almost instinctively, you reach up and card your hands through his hair.
You swear you hear him purr.
"Good?" You ask quietly as his arms wrap snugly around your waist. The hand that's not playing with his hair rubs gentle circles on his upper back, almost imitating the way you'd hold a stuffed animal.
"Mhm," he mumbled.
Leaning down an inch or so, you press a kiss to the crown of his head and relish his contented sigh.
For a while, there's nothing but a calm, slow quiet. There's the distant sound of the ventilation system kicking on; the faint scent of dish soap hanging in the air from when you'd worked together on chores earlier in the day. Johnny's chest rises and falls in time with your own.
After several minutes of muted hums and soft breaths, he speaks up, voice slightly muffled. "So," he murmurs, "You're tellin' me this is how you treat our pillows every time you settle in for a nap?"
You shrug. "Basically."
He groans quietly, burying his face in your chest. "...Lucky fuckin' bastards."
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Respectful - Yuta Okkotsu
Before you even really knew him, you had heard around the grapevine that he was kind and respectful. Most girls praised him for that above all else. Calling him cute but highly praising how gentlemanly he was.
When you first laid eyes on him you couldn’t seem to take them off. To most, he looked plain. Dark brown hair and such deep sapphire eyes that they almost looked a touch closer to black. But when the lights hit them perfectly they lit up like gems, sparkling and radiating the blue that much more.
When you befriended him you got to experience the gentlemanly behavior firsthand. He was kind and respectful to the billionth degree. Always holding your door open and pulling out your seat at the many eateries you accompanied him to. And grabbing the check was always a battle to see who was quickest. It was mostly always Yuta. Except for the rare occasions you would be able to sneak to the bathroom to go pay the bill ahead of time.
Yuta became a quick staple in your life and you wouldn’t have it any other way. It wasn’t until the prospects of losing him made you realize your feelings for him.
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“Oh my God, (Y/N) he’s such a gentleman!” Jamie, my work friend cooed, after Yuta had stopped by to join us both for our lunch break.
“That, he is,” I said, resting my hand on my cheek, elbow firmly on the table, watching him walk towards the bathroom.
I had just came back from there, not knowing he would join our lunch, and definitely not even thinking to pay the bill before coming back to the table.
He turned and looked my way, winking, and smiling that bright, obnoxious smile that let me know he was pulling my usual trick. A fact I was aware of because that was the way I treated him when I pulled the same stunt.
I glared his way and busied myself with my drink.
“Do you mind if I ask him out?” Jamie shyly asked, catching me off guard as I choked on my soda, accidentally inhaling from the shock.
After she hit my back enough, forcing me to make eye contact, I laughed to myself at this whole situation.
“He’s my best friend. Not my boyfriend. And I’m not his keeper nor do I tell him what he should and shouldn’t do.” I scoffed.
“So I can, right?” she asked to clarify.
I nodded, taking another drink of my soda. Unsure that I could even physically say yes.
“Are you okay?” Yuta asked, worry etched so carefully on his perfect face once he rejoined the table.
I couldn’t find my voice. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
It wasn’t that I didn’t think Yuta was boyfriend material. He was. More than anyone I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. But was he something I could potentially lose in hopes that it was something more? That, I wasn’t sure.
“She’s all better now,” my friend explained for me, “can I actually ask you something?”
and she rested her hand on his arm that lay atop the table.
Yuta looked at me concerned but turned his attention to my friend.
“Of course,” he smiled, his eyes still straying to me every now and again.
“Do you think you and I could go out for dinner some time?” she bluntly asked.
“Oh,” he said, blush dusting his cheek, “I’m actually currently seeing someone.”
My eyes widened and I looked to my friend, mouthing a sorry. She rolled her eyes but smiled through it all and quickly excused herself, stating she was going back to work. I waved her off, letting her know I’d be right behind her.
“I’m sorry,” I quickly said to Yuta, “she asked me if she could ask you out. I wouldn’t have said yes if I knew you were seeing someone.”
He cut me off.
“You wanted her to ask me out?” his eyebrows furrowed together.
I bit my lip and looked down, “I… I thought I would be okay. But…” and I stopped, nervous to finish the rest of my thought.
“But what, (Y/N),” he said, gently raising my face to look at him, “you know you can tell me anything.”
“The idea of you saying yes, of potentially dating her. It made my heart sink to my stomach. I’m sorry. I should have just told her no.”
“Why, why did you feel that way?” he asked, his hand now laced in the hair at the back of my neck.
“I… I don’t know.”
“I think you do,” he smiled.
“Well… even if I did, it doesn’t really matter anymore now, does it?” I sighed, removing his hand from my hair.
Before it could drop to his side he took my wrist in his grip.
“I’m not seeing someone.”
“But…” and he cut me off again.
“Let me finish, please. I’m not seeing anyone besides you. You are the first thing I think of when I wake up. And if I’m lucky enough to be graced with your presence, you take up a good bit of the middle to end of my day as well. I’m over the damn moon for you and I cannot keep that fact to myself anymore. Not if it means you want other girls to ask me out.”
I cut his speech off quickly.
“I don’t. I don’t want other girls asking you out. I…,” and I blushed but continued my thought this time, knowing where I stood with him, “I want you for myself!”
Yuta lightly chuckled and pulled me into his lap, embracing me in his strong hold.
“You’ll have me until you don’t want me anymore,” he mumbled into my temple, squeezing me tightly to himself.
“That day will never come,” I said, spinning to face him, to make sure he could see the seriousness of what I was about to admit. “I don’t want or need anyone else, Yuta. Just you. Just you for forever.”
“That’s perfect!” and he cupped my cheeks in his hands, pulling my lips passionately to his. Only breaking when we both needed to breathe, “now let’s get you back to work, yeah?”
I gently scooted off his lap, grabbing for my purse.
“Am I right to assume you paid when you supposedly went to the bathroom?” I peered his way.
“You would be. And just so you’re aware,” and he helped me into my coat, pushing in my chair, “I’ll be taking care of everything, financially as well, while you’re with me.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I whined.
“Well too bad. I want to,” and he kissed my nose and spun me to leave the restaurant, me scoffing behind him, “I will accept payment in the form of kisses though.”
“Fair enough, I guess. However, you coulda got those for free!” I laughed.
“Well then,” and he spun me when we got outside, his hands lacing in my hair again, an intimate feeling I would never get over, “I suppose we can discuss other forms of payment.”
“Uh huh,” I gulped at his reply, his eyes looking gleamingly devilish.
“Come on now, off to work,” and he kissed me quickly.
I pulled his lips back to mine, breaking when we needed air, resting our foreheads together, “I think I need to call them and tell them I’m suddenly not feeling well enough to come back.”
“Poor little thing, I’ll be sure to take great care of you. Nurse you back to perfect health,” he smirked, pulling me towards my nearby place as I coiled into his side, blush heavily lining my cheeks.
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