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Summary: Johnny reminds you that no matter the years, he will always miss you and cherish you having you close.
~ Second part of clingy!reader (First Part)
Taff Says: Yea... I made this like at 1 am ;-;
Ahh. Nothing else feels as good as cuddling with your warm boyfriend on the couch while watching whatever is on TV. It was raining, and the sound of raindrops pouring against the window made things even cozier. You were wrapped in a blanket, snuggled up next to Johnny.
While Johnny was focused on the TV, you couldn't help but stare and admire him instead. The soft glow from the screen reflected across his face, the way his messy mohawk had fallen slightly from all the lounging around, and a small smile would appear whenever he found something funny on the show, which made you melt.
Honestly, you weren’t paying attention to whatever was playing anymore. Why would you, when your boyfriend was right there?
Johnny eventually noticed your gaze. He glanced down and caught you staring, your chin resting against his shoulder, your eyes filled with nothing but affection. He chuckled softly. “Enjoyin’ the view, hen?”
You immediately blinked, “Oops, of course I am,” you let out a devilish grin and giggled, your arms wrapping around his arm. “Aye, who wouldn’t, hm?” he says, as he kisses your forehead before focusing on the TV.
You stared at him again for a few seconds before asking, “Do you… Ever get tired of me?”
Johnny blinked and looked away from the TV, his eyes settling on you. “Hm?”
“You know…” You played with his fingers, “because I always wanna be with you. I’m always clinging onto you, following you around, always wanting your attention…” You smiled sheepishly. “Sometimes I wonder if it's too much…?
Johnny didn’t reply for a moment,nt but only looked at you,u which made you kinda nervous. He then let out a snort. “Too much? Hen, ye say that while your holdin’ onto me like a koala.” You groaned, “But still…If I asked you to cuddle me all day, would you?”
“Aye.”
“And if I wanted attention every five minutes?”
“Aye”
Johnny snorted. “Too much? Hen, ye say that while holdin’ onto me like a wee koala.”
“But still…” You nuzzled his shoulder. “If I asked you to cuddle me all day, would you?”
“Aye.”
You giggled. “Do you like it?” Johnny only smiled fondly at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Love it”
“Really?” “Really”
You giggled. “Do you like it?”
Johnny smiled fondly and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Love it.”
You hummed happily before something popped into your head.
“If we were old and… wrinkly, would you still let me cling to you like this?” Johnny chuckled, “If we’re old and wrinkly, I’ll probably be the one clingin’ to you.” You both laughed, “And…like if you had to leave another mission..” Your voice softened, “Would you miss me a lot?” Johnny’s expression immediately softened, “Bonnie… Of course, I do. Every bloody day”
You beamed and hugged him tighter, “Good, cause I’d miss you a lot too.” He laughed and rubbed your back, “Such a clingy thing, ye are.” You only smiled and snuggled closer to his warmth. Can't help it”
Summary: Clingy!Reader. As Johnny prepares to leave for another mission, his clingy girlfriend struggles to let him go.
~ Smoll angst i think
Taff Says: Okay so you might be wondering about the "(1/3)". Basically this is just one scenario of clingy!reader being clingy to johnny. There will be two scenarios soon ^^
“Alright, I’m ready tae go” Johnny said as he picked up his duffel bag and slung the strap over his shoulder. He stood in the doorway, looking at you while you leaned against the wall.
It wasn't fair.
He had only just come home, and now he was already leaving for another mission. Another week of sleeping alone. Another week of missing him, his laugh, and his voice.
You sighed. “I guess so…”
Johnny chuckled softly. “I’ll come home, alright? Don’t worry that pretty head o' yours.” He walked over, one hand still holding the strap of his bag, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
As he pulled away, you tilted your head up slightly, giving him those eyes.
He paused immediately.
“Don't give me those eyes, sweetie,” he sighed, already smiling. “Ye know I cannae say no tae ye.”
Your lips wobbled into a small pout. “Do you really have to go?”
“Aye, bonnie.”
“But I’ll miss you…”
“I’ll miss ye too.”
You groaned and rested your forehead against his chest. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “I've got tae go… but I’ll try tae message ye whenever I can, alright?” he said. You lifted your head, and a small smile crept onto your face.
“Okay… just promise me you'll come home in one piece?” Your voice became small as you said it.
“I will.”
Carefully, your arms looped around his neck, and you leaned up to kiss him, savoring the moment. The kiss lingered, your worries creeping into your mind. What if he didn't come home? What if he got hurt? (*Intense coughing*)
Johnny gently tapped your shoulder, and the two of you pulled away. “Goddamn, I'm gonna miss that,” he joked, pecking your cheek. “I'll be goin' now, alright? I'll miss ye, bonnie.”
He stared at you fondly. You only nodded, though the disappointment was written all over your face.
Just as Johnny was about to step away, you tugged on his arm, stopping him. Confused, he turned back to you. “Yeah?”
You stepped closer and kissed him again. He chuckled softly against your lips, and after a few moments, you finally pulled away.
“Bonnie… I really have tae go—”
You silenced him with another quick peck. “Okay, I promise that was the last one,” you said with a cheeky smile.
He let out an amused laugh.
“Aye? That's what ye said two kisses ago.”
You giggled.
Johnny smiled warmly, unable to stop himself from stealing one last peck from your forehead.
“See ye soon, sweetheart.”
With a small wave, he picked up his duffel bag once more and stepped out the door.
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Summary: He won't let you get up for work. When he only just came home :(
Taff Says: I LOVES THIS MAN SM AHHHHHHH
“Mmh, bonnie…” the man groaned against your neck, nudging closer, his nose brushing the curve of your neck as he let out a sigh. You only giggled, enjoying the affection first thing in the morning. Johnny had finally come home safe and sound to your arms, spotting a few wounds and scratches here and there.
“Johnny… I have to work,” you protested, trying to get up, but he only pulled you back down.
You sighed.
“Five more minutes…” he mumbled with a groan, wrapping his arms around you tighter and burying his face in your shoulder.
You laughed softly, running your fingers through his messy mohawk.
“Johnny, I'll be late for workkk,” you whined, trying to pry his strong arms off you.
He let out an offended huff.
“And yer husband just got home,” he grumbled.
He nuzzled closer, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. “Been gone fer weeks. Ye can spare me five minutes.”
You giggled, trying once again to escape his embrace, but failed. He only tightened his hold around you.
“Mmh…”
“Soap,” you said sternly, looking down at his sleepy, closed-eyed face.
“No, no,” he mumbled, one eye cracking open to peer at you. “Johnny. Or handsome… I'll accept handsome.”
A lazy grin spread across his face.
You snorted.
“Missed ye…” he murmured softly. “Missed wakin' up beside ye.”
Your eyes softened, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek.
“Missed you too,” you whispered, your fingers moving to his mohawk and brushing through it.
He let out a sigh.
“Then stay.”
“Can't.”
Johnny groaned dramatically.
You laughed, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
“I promise I'll come back.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded.
He stared at you for a moment before finally loosening his grip. Smiling, you were about to get up. Only for him to suddenly pull you right back down.
Summary: It seems that their very own captain is on a date.
Taff Says: This was a cute and fluffy idea. I had to ><
Finally, no gear, no guns in their hands, and no bullets flying their way. For once, after everything that had been happening lately, they actually had a day off.
They were free to spend the afternoon however they wanted.
Somehow, Soap had convinced Ghost to tag along with him and Gaz for a stroll through town, claiming he needed to buy a few things. The three of them wandered through the streets, passing cafés, shops, and crowds of people. A few pedestrians gave the trio a second glance, but they paid it no mind.
It was peaceful.
At least, it was until Gaz suddenly stopped walking.
His eyes locked onto someone across the street.
He glanced at the two men continuing ahead before looking back at the figure.
"Hey... guys," he muttered.
That was enough to make Soap and Ghost stop.
"Is that... Captain?"
The word alone made both of them turn around.
"Captain?" Soap repeated.
Even Ghost paused, looking back at Gaz. It wasn't exactly normal to hear their captain being brought up on a day off—especially when Price was supposed to be spending his own free time.
Gaz didn't answer. Instead, he tilted his chin toward the opposite side of the street, still staring.
Soap followed his gaze.
"What's got ye starin'—"
Then he saw him.
Across the street, seated at a small table outside a café, was Captain John Price.
Dressed casually in a dark jacket and his well-worn boonie hat. "Oh..." Gaz muttered.
"Well, I'll be damned," Soap breathed, crossing his arms. "That is the Captain."
Ghost's gaze lingered on the man across the street.
"Thought he'd be at home, sippin' tea."
"Aye, me too."
Then Soap frowned.
"Wait..."
His eyes drifted to the person sitting across from Price.
"And who's the pretty lass?"
That immediately caught the attention of the other two.
Sitting across from their captain was a very attractive woman. Judging by the way she looked at him and the way she laughed, she clearly wasn't some random stranger.
She took a sip of her coffee before breaking into another giggle, obviously entertained by whatever Price had just said.
"Looks like our captain got himself a date," Soap teased, nudging Ghost with his elbow.
"Spot any ring on her finger, LT?"
"Negative. Can't see clearly from here."
"What about him?" Gaz asked.
The three of them immediately shifted their attention to Price's hands from across the street.
And stared.
A few seconds passed.
Then a minute.
"We're really doin' this?" Ghost deadpanned.
Both Soap and Gaz remained focused.
"Aye."
"Absolutely."
Ghost let out a long sigh.
"Right. Just makin' sure we've all lost our minds."
The three of them continued staring from across the street like a group of particularly nosy idiots.
Summary: Price finally gets home. After being away for a week, he can finally enjoy being close to you again.
Taff Says: New blog. First Post :D, I promise myself no, I SWEAR to actively create and post fanfics.
Today.
Today was the best day. Why? Your husband, who worked tirelessly and dangerously around the world, finally had some free time. You could finally wake up with him beside you, unlike the recent days when the bed felt cold and empty whenever you opened your eyes. It had been disappointing at first, but eventually, you got used to it. You treated it as normal. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating John.
The birds chirped outside the house as the morning sun streamed through your window. A warm arm was wrapped around your waist. You stirred slightly in bed, feeling his arm tighten around you. Your hand moved to rest on top of his, your fingers brushing against the cool metal of his wedding ring.
“Mh, mornin', love,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
You felt him move even closer, his warm chest pressed against your back. A smile tugged at your lips despite your eyes still being closed.
“Morning...” you mumbled.
The two of you stayed quiet for a moment, simply enjoying the peace. John slept like a baby; it was probably the first proper rest he'd gotten in a week. He'd been desperate to finish the mission and come home. To finally see you, hold you, and kiss those lips of yours.
You sighed and slowly cracked your eyes open. The first thing you saw was the sunlight beaming directly into your face. Groaning, you shut them again before rolling over to face John.
Your sleepy eyes took in his features. His arm remained draped around your waist, and a scar—probably a new one from his latest mission—caught your attention. You'd definitely be asking about that later.
He was still half-asleep, though his arm tightened and pulled you closer. The warmth of his body spread through you.
Just as you were about to close your eyes again—
“Enjoyin' the view, love?” he rasped.
Your eyes immediately widened. His soft blue eyes were already looking at you, accompanied by a lazy smirk.
“Hey...” you murmured sleepily.
He smiled.
“Mornin', sweetheart.”
You blinked at him. “I hope I'm not dreaming,” you said with a tired giggle.
John let out a low chuckle.
“No, you're not. Don't worry.”
You smiled and scooted closer, burying yourself against his warmth. His familiar scent filled your nose. God, you missed this. In his line of work, mornings like these were rare. But today, he was here.
“Missed me that much, eh?” he murmured.
You huffed out a small laugh.
“You have no idea.”
Neither of you spoke for a moment. Then he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Instantly, you melted, letting out a content sigh as he continued peppering your face with kisses. His beard brushed against your skin, but you didn't mind at all.
He started with your cheeks, planting gentle kisses that sent warmth through your chest. One on your left cheek. Another on your right. Then one on the tip of your nose.
You couldn't help but smile.
“John...” you laughed softly.
“What?” he asked innocently, though the grin on his face gave him away. He knew exactly what he was doing.
He leaned in again, pressing another kiss to your cheek before dragging his beard lightly against your skin.
You squeaked.
His grin widened.
“John!” you whined, trying to hide your face against his chest.
Instead of stopping, he rubbed his beard against your cheek again, tickling your skin.
You burst into laughter.
“John, stop!”
“No can do, sweetheart.”
The room filled with your giggles as he continued, nuzzling his face against your neck and cheek. His beard brushed against your skin over and over again.
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest.
You tried to push him away, but it was hopeless. One arm was securely wrapped around your waist while the other kept you pinned comfortably against the mattress.
