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Count on Me

Pairing: Soap x military gf!reader

Summary: soap gets in trouble defending you

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: fluff, angst, mild violence, strong language, brief mention of death, unwanted touching, sexual harassment(just to be safe)

A/n: another fic for one of our favorite 141 boys! Because of the warnings I highly suggest if any of this makes you uncomfortable please don't read it! That being said I hope whoever does read it enjoys it! As always reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated! :)

Soap never really thought about the future anymore. When you work a job like he does, it's counterproductive and sometimes even dangerous to think of a future. When Soap was a younger lad he always thought he'd have a lass and a bairn or two of his own but ever since joining the military he pushed it to the back of his mind. That was until he met you. Price and Laswell recruited you to help with a mission and you ended up earning a spot alongside the rest of the 141.

Soap had always been quite flirtatious by nature but you were different. While yes he did still flirt with you, he caught himself doing the one thing he tried so hard to avoid. He caught himself seeking you out during meals or wanting to spar with you during training. He caught himself staring at you during meetings or rec time. He caught himself thinking about a future with you; little lads(or lasses) running around getting under your feet. He caught himself falling in love. At first it terrified him realizing he loved you; loving people in his line of work put a target on their back. But seeing how badass you were but also one of the kindest people he knew, he couldn't help himself.

He found out you felt the same when you two were stuck in a safe house in no where Siberia. You were given dodgy intel and it ended with you being shot. Soap had never felt his heart sink so fast; he felt like it dropped to his feet. "Soap in case I don't make it out... I have to tell you something," you said, struggling to get the words out. You could feel the life leaving with every pump of blood; it was a strange sensation to feel yourself dying.

"Dinnae talk like tha' lass," he said, holding a cloth to the hole in your stomach. "You can tell me when we make it out of here,". Your hand grasped his and made him look at you. "I love you Soap," you said. "I tried really hard not too; I tried keeping it professional but...I love you," the words were harder to speak with each passing minute. For a moment Soap's heart felt like it was gonna burst but he still had to get you out alive. Soap had managed to stop the bleeding and a heli had come for exfil courtesy of Price. You ended up making a full recovery in the medical wing.

Ever since then you and Soap had agreed to keep your relationship a secret from the rest of the team. Midnight rendezvous in your rooms, sneaking glances and featherlight touches made Soap feel like a schoolboy again messing around with the popular girl. Of course Price had his suspicions right away; he always kept a close watch over his team and saw how you two treated each other after the mission in Siberia. He didn't say anything though because it didn't affect your performance. Ghost found out after Price when you and Soap were a little drunk after a night out and were a little too loud in the shower. After that you both agreed to be more careful.

It was because of this that men still hit on you. It was nothing new to be hit on especially in the military; you usually just brushed them off politely and then laugh when you saw Soap staring daggers at the poor man who hit on you. It usually ended with you not being able to walk; not that you minded in the slightest. But this time was different.

Because of Price's reluctant agreement a team had been brought in to assist with an extraction. During the whole mission the squad's lieutenant, Yates, had been making sexual comments about you; you were able to brush them off like you always do because this was nothing you hadn't heard before. Being a woman in the military you weren't a stranger to inappropriate comments from men. But you could tell it was bothering Soap.

The mission was a success; you were able to get your target out without it being a disaster. You were hanging around base with Soap, Gaz, and Ghost after you all got back. Price had retreated back to his office to work on paperwork and the squad that was brought in was with you three in the rec room. "So y/l/n what about you?" Yates asked. They had been talking about their weekend escapades with beautiful women while being especially crude. "Who here would you let do you?" He asked, a smirk on his face. "Excuse me?" You asked, hoping you heard him wrong.

You could feel Soap tense beside you, gripping the neck of his beer bottle so tightly you were surprised it didn't shatter. Ghost laid a hand on Soap's shoulder trying to keep him from doing anything stupid. "Who would you let do you?" The lieutenant repeated himself. "Or maybe you already let them," he said still with a nasty smirk. You finished the last of your beer before standing up. "I think I'm going to go finish my own paperwork," You said, bidding goodbye to your teammates. "Oh come on don't be a bitch just answer the question," He said standing up and blocking your path. "Move. Now." You said, flatly.

"Come on it's just a simple question," he said, stepping closer. "Do you let them take turns?" He asked. "Just tell me who leaves you the most sore afterward?" He grabbed your ass and pulled you against his chest. Before you could break his hand for touching you, Soap pushed between you two and punched the lieutenant across the face. "You son of a bitch!" Soap shouted. The two tumbled and fell with Soap on top. The rec hall erupted in shouts some from Gaz and Ghost and some from the other squad. Soap was able to get a few more punches in before Gaz and Ghost could pull him off "Johnny what the fuck?!" Ghost shouted.

Yates lied on the ground, holding his face. Blood poured from his broken nose and busted mouth. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Yates groaned. You stood there stunned and looked over at Soap who Ghost was still trying to calm down. "Go take a fucking walk Johnny," Ghost growled. Soap looked over at you and turned on his heel stalking off. "You're finished Sergeant you hear me? You're fucking finished!" Yates screamed at Soap's retreating back. "Shut the fuck up Yates," Ghost said, his voice a low growl as he looked at the injured lieutenant. The lieutenant got up and left, probably to find Price's office. You didn't know what to say so you turned to leave when Ghost grabbed your wrist. "He just risked his entire career to defend you. Give him some time to cool off but you need to talk to him," Ghost said, his voice the usual grumble. You nodded, glanced briefly at the blood on the floor, and left for your room.

Soap knocked on Price's door waiting for Price to tell him to come in. The door opened and Yates stepped out. His face purple and bruised, his nose still crooked with cotton stuffed in his nostrils to stop the bleeding. His mouth was swollen with dried blood caked on it. Soap felt a sick sort of satisfaction knowing he did that. Ghost followed Yates and gave him a reassuring nod. Yates just glared at him when Price called him in. "Take a seat," Price said from behind his desk.

Soap closed the door and made his way to one of the chairs facing Price's desk. "His captain is calling for your discharge," Price said. "He's not happy that his lieutenant has a busted face," he added. "You didn't hear what he said about her," Soap said, his fists clenching at the memory. "I know exactly what he said. Ghost told me," said Price. "The fact is you assaulted a superior officer. You're lucky you're not being court martialed," Price said, looking at Soap.

"Yates is a womanizing bastard. I'd do it again discharge or not," Soap said. "I know you would," Price couldn't help but chuckle. "Fortunately for you that won't be a problem. His captain is as much of a cunt as he is but we worked it out. You'll be suspended for six weeks," Price said. "And for what it's worth I would've done the same to the bloody bastard," Price added, before he dismissed Soap.

You figured Soap would've had enough time to have his talk with Price so you headed towards his room. You passed by the rec room to see Yates mopping his blood off the floor; you could already hear Price telling him to "clean his bloody floor". You made it to Soap's room and rapped on the door. "It's open," Soap said. You walked in and saw Soap lounging on his bed wearing one of those tight muscle shirts that drove you crazy.

"So? How bad is it?" You said, wetting a washcloth and coming to sit next to him. You grabbed his hands and started dabbing the warm cloth over his knuckles. "Six week suspension," he said, focusing on the feeling of you cleaning off his hands. "Really?" You asked surprised. "How'd you manage that?" You said, getting up to rinse of the washcloth. "Price vouched for me. Without him I could've gotten into some real trouble," he replied, looking at you clean off his other hand.

"You know I appreciate you doing that but you shouldn't have," you said, tossing the cloth into his hamper. "I couldn't let him say those things about you Bonnie," he said, looking at you. "It wasn't right," Soap added. "You could've lost your job Johnny. I would never want you to do that for me," you shook your head. Soap grabbed your hand and stroked the back of it with his thumb. "I love you hen and I'll always defend you," he said. "I love you too Johnny," You said, giving him a kiss. Soap wanted to make sure you knew you could always count on him.



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Omg I love you!! Thank you so much it's been a stressful week!💕 don't be hard on yourself either!

So cute🥺

My request sent before I could finish typing!!! I'm so sorry!

So for Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes with romance and 👄 thanks so much!!! Again so sorry!!!

Thank you so much for your request 🥰 I haven't written a lot for Steve now that I think about it, so I'm making this a Nomad!Steve fic (because that beard is glorious).

Festive Sleepover Requests

💋 - My place, or yours?

Warnings: Flirting, hints at smut, a little alcohol consumption, Steve being a flustered adorable darling, kissing.

Author Note:

The reader can decide where this fic is set and what they do for work, I've been deliberately vague with the details.

I have to say, writing a romance in 1,000 words or less is tricky, so I hope this came out well!

It took you a while to notice him, sat across the bar, in the corner of the room. Broad, bearded, and very handsome, you were surprised that you hadn’t clocked him before.

Usually when you noticed a man looking at you in a bar, it felt a bit unsavoury. But something about this man felt different. His eyes didn’t linger too long, he wasn’t sizing you up. It was a look of understated admiration, curiosity, not an impersonal, lustful stare.

Your work friends had left half an hour ago, heading home to their partners or wanting an early night. For some reason, and you weren’t sure why, you had stayed a while longer.

For a moment you caught his eye, and he gave you a flustered, shy smile. And that’s when you recognised him, your heart leaping into your throat.

You hadn’t intended to develop a crush on Steve Rogers during your placement at SHIELD. But it was hard not to. The man was a rare sort. Modest yet principled and confident, kind-hearted, caring. To you he had been more than the superhero, he was a man with a heart and a conscience that you admired. And there had been something in return on his part, you had felt it, but how could either of you act on that when you were only posted for three months? That was the nature of your work, going where you were called.

Well, that was over two years ago now, and somehow you thought that you had forgotten all about it and shucked those old feelings.

Clearly not. How could you forget Steve?

As your eyes locked for more than a moment, you finished your drink, stood up and made your way over. He shuffled in his chair, eyes widening in surprise.

“Oh, you weren’t expecting me to come over?” You grinned.

“To tell you the truth, I wasn’t.” He said with a shy smile, his face reddening. “I wasn’t even sure you recognised me.”

“Well, the beard was a bit of a stumbling block.” You smirked.

Standing, Steve hugged you tightly, and you tried not to relax too much in his arms, tried not to inhale and be intoxicated by his smell again. Holding you at arm’s length, he beamed.

“It’s so great to see you.”

“I didn’t think our paths would cross again.”

“Neither did I, but I’m glad they have.”

“What brings you to this backwater?” You asked as you both took a seat.

He exhaled, puffing his cheeks in a kind of mock exasperation. “Let’s just say work troubles.”

“Yes, I heard about the fracas at Leipzig. Are you still on the run?”

Steve nodded. “Although by staying here we can fly under the radar a bit.”

“And you thought coming to a bar would be flying under the radar?” You teased.

“Hiding in plain sight!” He replied, finishing his drink with a self-mocking grin.

“I am glad you’re safe Steve, I tried not to worry about you when I heard what happened to the Avengers.”

“It’s more my team I’m worried about, keeping them safe, the least I can do for their trust and confidence in me. But thank you.” He sighed.

He was scant on the details of his situation, and you supposed he had to be. Instead, he wanted to know about you, how your life had been since you left the SHIELD placement. The whole time, he gazed at you, as though he couldn’t believe that he had encountered you once more.

Most of all, he wanted to know whether you were happy.

“I suppose. It’s a strange world. Alien attacks, Norse gods. I guess you have to find moments of happiness where you can.”

“I think you do.”

“What about you, Steve? Are you happy?” It was a loaded question and you knew it. Perhaps it was even inappropriate, but Steve smiled at you instead, his eyes moist.

“I am right now.”

“What do you mean?” You asked coyly, although really you already knew.

“It just feels kind of magic that I bumped into you tonight. I was kicking myself for years for not asking you out for a drink, or a dance.”

“I could have asked you.” You shrugged. “And I was only there for three months.”

“I suppose. Maybe I still had some old fashioned ideas about dating back then.”

“You sweet thing.” You whispered, somehow finding yourself closer to him, your knees brushing his thigh. Steve looked between your face and where your legs were touching, his lips parted.

“Well, maybe I’m not so old-fashioned in this regard.” He grinned, before leaning in and kissing your neck, his beard tickling you.

Your surprise gave way to joy. Letting go of your earlier restraint, you let yourself melt into him and kiss him back, his strong arms pulling you closer until you were almost sat on his lap.

“This is two years too late, Rogers!” You whispered against his mouth, before biting his bottom lip.

“I know, and I don’t want to let you slip through my fingers again.” He growled, sinking into another kiss, passionate and fierce, before pulling away and cupping your face in his hands. “I mean before… You felt it too, didn’t you?”

“I did. Perhaps it’s fate, or whatever you want to call it… Shall we continue this somewhere more private?”

“Yeah.” His kiss against your forehead was so soft compared to the passionate embrace you had been locked in before. “We can go to mine, but I’m not staying in the most ideal place to have guests!”

“Hiding out with the other fugitives?” You asked, playing with his collar.

“Yeah…”

“Mine then. Although it’s no palace I have to warn you.”

“You should see our safehouse!” Steve giggled.

“Not the Ritz?” You teased.

“They were booked up!” He countered with a smile, before going serious again. “Just as long as I can be with you tonight, forget things for a while, then I don’t mind.”

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Yaaaay! Can’t wait to read Aaric fics 🥳🩷 but what about Dain? Will you be writing any on him? I’m on a Dain high since onyx storm! LOL

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Honestly he's grown on me a little since Onyx Storm so I'm definitely all for a Dain redemption arc. I'll link the Masterlist below and once I get a good idea for him I'll add to it! If you have anything specific you want to see just send me an ask :)

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