Imagine being one of the Fantastic Four (Five) with ice powers, and accidentally wrecking the Baxter Building with Johnny while practicing your powers together.
“Just think about it,” You said to Johnny. “How sick would it be if we could work together, in tandem? Fire and ice? Maybe I could even freeze your flames, you ever think about that?”
Johnny rubbed the back of his neck. The truth was, you two did work well together, in the Fantastic Five. He was the fire, and you were the ice - he could fly like a comet and you could slide over your own self-formed ice like you were a speed-skater.
“Seems a little dangerous - guess I’m in.”
An hour later, alarm bells were ringing hell in your ears, echoing throughout the entire building - or rather, what was left of it, anyway. The windows on the top three floors were blown out by the explosion that the combination of your powers created - fire and ice shards everywhere.
Sue was pissed. Luckily, the nursery had escaped the damage, so little Franklin was safe, but Sue and Reed’s bedroom was up in flame, destroying a lot of her designer dresses.
“Whose idea was it?” Sue asked, rubbing her temples, like the mother that she was.
You and Johnny exchanged glances and you already knew what he was going to do - try and cover for you. So you stepped forward before he could open his mouth.
“Mine,” You said. “It was my idea to see if we could … I don’t know, combine fire and ice somehow. I didn’t expect it to be so … explosive.”
“Well, you made a bomb,” Reed said with a small chuckle.
“Reed!” Sue said, looking towards him. “Don’t sound like you’re impressed!”
But you and Johnny grinned over at each other, feeling like you just got some praise from dad, even if mom was pissed.
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You're a hard worker, everyone knows that. God, even Price had to carry you a few times to bring you to bed (and not in *that* way, get your mind out the gutter!) But your insistent attitude of working till you collapse is a trait that the 141 is aware that will never go away, not when they've seen you do it for over three years.
Price
You have your office close to his, connected with an adjoining door which was lucky because you bought your own coffee machine. Majority of the time, you're brewing him a fresh cup of coffee, black with a hint of sugar to cut the full bitterness.
He loves listening to you shuffling and singing next door, sometimes singing back to your songs when duets are playing from your phone but he'd be damn and hide in a hole before he'd let you know that he sings along to you and your velvety voice with his gruff one.
But this also includes him actually hearing you when your head finally thuds down on the desk when you refused to stop working from 5AM till wee hours of the night. He'd peek through the adjoining door first before sighing and picking you up, cradling you close before carrying you out the offices, ignoring looks from the other soldiers still awake late at night. Gaz would immediately walk up to help, opening the doors for Price so he can tuck you into bed, removing your boots before turning off the lamp light. He'd sneak a forehead kiss before closing the door and walking back to the offices, ignoring his racing heartbeat.
Soap
Our Scot is a freaking sweetheart (this is the hill I'll die on.) If he knows Cap isn't in office or in a mission or conference somewhere, you bet your ass he'd delegate himself into keeping company, literally. He'd play on his phone in your office couch, nothing too loud but just enough to be there.
Talks will be nonstop and he'd teach you some Scottish slangs too, much to a certain Skull masked teammate. He'd even teach you traditions and if he had the time and the energy, he'd do your hair into some Scottish Braids. (Look em up, they're GORGEOUS.)
He'd pause from time to time, get a snack or something and he'd come back with something for you too! And if you fell asleep, you bet he'd transfer you over to the couch and find your emergency blanket and tuck you in.
He'd brush your hair out of your face and plant a kiss on your cheek before sitting on the floor next to the couch, just playing on his phone till he fall asleep himself or if he gets hungry and get another snack. He'd wait till you wake up, and not even Ghost can drag him out the room. Someone had to guard the team's Bonnie after all.
Gaz
If you think he wouldn't help out with the paperwork, you'd be fucking wrong. Being the youngest meant you two are the closest, age wise anyways. Would pause halfway on working to show you something in TikTok or play some random playlist on YouTube or Spotify just to break the silence in the room.
He'd being his own snacks, which also includes a big bar of Cadbury. Sometimes Lindt if he got to visit in the nearby city. Work goes faster so he always try to help out on hell week so you wouldn't handle the full brunt of the workload.
If you fall asleep, he'd switch the music to a lullaby or a soft classical music, keeping you asleep as long as he can anyways. Like Soap, he'd transfer you to the couch but he'd push an armchair flush against the couch to block you in from falling like a pseudo bed (or fort or crib. Do people still do this?)
Tucks you in gently and continues his half of the paperwork before joining you on the couch and cuddling you to sleep. He's not one to pass up in getting to sleep in your arms after all.
Ghost
This man trusts with his life. (He'd never say it out loud.) He wasn't really warm with the idea of having a support member in the team, especially one who's specialty ranges from medic to sniper to assistant. Like how is that even possible? So when he realized that you're one of the most hardworking person he'd ever met, respect was earned... And affection.
It was around halfway the second year when he showed his face to you, the heat surge in the office making it annoying to have the mask. He didn't make a fuss so you didn't as well, just working along with him and Price in the Captain's office and hope to survive the heatwave enough. Door was locked so he was confident enough to do it even if Price did raise an eyebrow for a moment before shrugging it off.
By the third year, he already made it a habit to remove his mask once he got you to your room, finally dragging you to bed even before you fall asleep on the desk. You'd grumble and complain but when he glares you down, you relent anyways, not like you can fight him back easily when he's the largest amongst your teammates. So against your unnecessary complaints, he'd spoon you till you fall asleep, much thanks for your exhausted body and mind. Once asleep, he'd sneak a nap for an hour or two himself before letting you be, heading back to his own room, but not after sneaking a kiss to the hair and hand. For him, you're his hardworking lovie, not that he'd let it slip out to everyone else.
what about having sub!soap underneath your tree? all pretty and wrapped up with his hard cock hanging out...🎄🎀
he's a mess, waiting for you with his dick leaking. johnny is especially sensitive, as he's been playing with himself for hours, needily waiting for you to find him all desperate underneath the tree.
the sight of you in the morning; barely clothed, looking so fucking delicious to johnny who's practically humping the air from anticipation and horniness. a quiet whine is only caught by you, giggling at the sight of him bound with ribbon around his wrists and ankles, around his broad hips and outlining his thick cock.
he's so, so desperate, especially when you begin pumping his thick, hard cock. he's throbbing and twitching in your soft hands, crying and imagining that your walls are wrapped around his cock instead. poor johnny! his cheeks are all pink and flushed and hot, and his tip is so incredibly sensitive :(
it's even worse for johnny if your present is a vibrating cockring... he'll be cumming all over his abdomen, covering himself in his own thick, hot cum while you touch yourself infront of him teasingly. :(
warnings: cussing, jealous nct, hair pulling,suggestive asf,honestly i dont even remember so, also no proofread 🥲🥲
johnny: honestly it's no use trying to get Johnny jealous, he doesn't strike me as someone would really care. I think he would just laugh and talk to the person ur talking to the same way you are, but there's always something you can do to make him at least a little annoyed. That was sitting in between their legs or sitting on their lap. He didn't care who he just hates the thought or even view of it, so when that was the only spot u could be cos the car being so filled he yanks you off jungwoos lap and puts you in his, "what was that for?" , "you know what it was for stop acting dumb".
taeyong: def the type to ignore it and talk about it at home, more like ignore u at home as well, he'd jus be so bothered by you flirting with jaehyun he would just ignore you till he's ready to talk about it. So when u see him on his gaming chair playing animal crossing on his switch you go to sit on his lap, you thought he would look up but he just ignored u and continue playing, trying to get him to talk to you , u went to kiss his neck when he stopped you. "I don't kiss people who kiss my friends" what the hell is he talking about? "What are u on about" , "u were flirting with jaehyun. Obviously something is going on" , "no taeyong nothing is going on u idiot" , "yeah sure." , "I'm serious! He was asking me what he should get his girlfriend for their anniversary" u say trying to defend urself, he puts down his switch and wraps his arms around ur waist. "Is that so?" He says with a small smile , "yes baby" u say with a smile back, he gives a small kiss on ur lips then goes to kiss ur nose. "I'm glad you guys have nothing going on" , "u know I wouldn't cheat" , "i know i was just being overdramatic" he says between kisses he's giving ur chest now. "Wanna fuck?" , "taeyong what the hell u were jus mad" , "and?".
yuta: doesn't even let you get a single sentence out to johnny before he's dragging u to the other room slamming the door while pushing u to the wall, hovering over u. "U think ur fucking funny?" He says with a small laugh. U can't help but to think he looks so fine in this moment. So possessive over u, so mad, yet so sexy in this very moment. "yuta i was just talking with hi-"he cuts u off by kissing u, very very sloppy. He doesn't care about how he kissing you right now. Right now he just wants to teach u a lesson, hands everywhere on u as u try n pull his pants down that's where he stops u, he pulls away from the kissing to lean down to ur neck to leave a huge hickey for everyone to see. After leaving a few more he pulls away from u and pushes his hair back from his face, "try that shit again n see what happens" he says while leaving the room.
doyoung: just like johnny I don't think he would be a jealous type of guy, but you on the other hand? U were mad at every female who came his way. So when u left to get ice cream from the ice cream stand that was not too far away from where he was, u saw him talking to some girl, a very pretty girl at that. Sure you were pretty or whatever but she was on a next level. Walking up to them felt awkward since u had 2 ice creams in ur hands slowly melting from the heat, "oh uhm im doyoung" he says awkwardly like he has never talked to any girl in his life. U finally get to where they were n stood by his side, he looks at u and smiles taking one of the ice creams from u saying a thank u while licking it, "who's this" u say with the most disgusted face u can make. "I'm not sure.." he says back while the girl just looks at u two, "I'm Kaylee and you are?" She says with a obviously annoyed face acting like she wasn't the problem here. "I'm his girlfriend. Y/n." She snickers n walks away. "She was ugly anyways babe done worry about her"he says putting his arm around ur waist starting to walk away. "You know she wasn't so shut up." U say back at him with the same face u had from earlier, "baby ur so jealous its cute" , "she wanted you" , "I want you" , "ok doyoung."
jaehyun: he just smiles n laughs while watching u have a conversation with Mark, "this is fucking crazy." he mumbles but haechan was able to catch what he said, "ahhh u jealous of them talking" he teases jaehyun making him ignore haechan. "that's such a cute bracelet mark! where did u get it?" u point at his bracelet mark had on, he slightly blushes n looks at it himself. "oh thanks y/n, my ex gave it to me so I don't know where she got it..." he shyly smiles , remembering how he got the bracelet for his birthday last year. U smile at him n grab his arm taking a closer look at the bracelet, jae would look so pretty with this, u thought to urself. But what u don't realize is how jaehyun is hovering over u. He grabs ur arm and takes it away from mark's. " I feel like you have had enough time with y/n." He gives a tight lipped smile n looks towards u signaling to get up n walk with him, u bid mark goodbye and get up from the dark blue couch, waving goodbye to ur friends at the party. After u guys reach the car and got in it he let's out a frustrated sigh, gripping onto the steering wheel. "jae i wasn't trying to flirt with him or anything, his bracelet was just nice and I wanted to get you one similar" u start to explain urself to your boyfriend. He looks at you and moves one of his hands to your thigh and caresses it. "I know baby, I don't know why I got so jealous. I know he means no harm, and I know you weren't flirting with him" he says to you with a genuine smile. U give the same smile back relishing in the comforting moment holding his other hand that wasn't on ur thigh. U were enjoying it until his hand started to move too close to where you need him the most. He looks at you with a slight smirk removing his hand from yours and your thigh to jump into the back seat, "cmon pretty" he says tapping his thighs.
jungwoo: it all started with a message from this dude u went to school with back in high school, he decided to text u out of no where saying ,
hey y/n it's been so long , how have u been?
Once ur bf sees he grabs the phone a little disgusted since someone decided to text his girlfriend knowing that you post him 24/7. "jungwoo let's just block him" , "nah I wanna fuck with him" , "babe that's so stupid" , "yk what's stupid? This dude. Who even is this guy!" He says going to click on his profile. "Winwin huh? He looks more like a loselose why is he texting u" he says going to go reply to winwins message, but instead of staying by ur side he moves to the other side of the bed and cuddles up in a ball to text the dude back. U climb over to his side bear hugging him looking at the screen of ur phone.
Who the hell is this
Uh? It's winwin, yk ur old friend
"Old friend huh?" He says while typing up a storm. "jungwoo it's really not that serious just ignore his ass" u say kissing his neck to calm him down. Putting ur arms around his waist,
Old friend is crazy. I don't care if ur a old friend or whatever.
Y/n why are u texting like that??
It's her boyfriend texting
"Idiot" he mumbles under his breath. "I see no point in this all at this point ur js bullying the poor thing" u say feeling bad for ur old friend winwin. "poor thing??did yall fuck or smth to be saying that" he says turning his head back look at u. "No dumb ass, he's just a old friend that decided to move away" u say offended he would even think u would fuck winwin, sure he's cute and all but u wouldn't mess w him, he was like a little brother to u.
Oh.. I thought she was still single
Did u even look at her page? I'm everywhere on it
After saying that he blocks winwin, turning ur phone off n putting it on the bed stand. U let go of him n he turns to face u. "If he ever texts u again ima delete ur insta" he says with a pout , "aww my little baby is jealousss" u coo at him bringing him into ur arms placing soft kisses on his face and neck. "I'm not jealous i just like to keep what's mine."
mark: poor markie wouldn't even show he's jealous cos he's too embarrassed to say he is, so when he sees yuta holding ur waist while u were wasted n dancing ur ass off, he would js stare in complete shock from what he's seeing rn. "Dude ain't that ur gf" jaemin says when he sees u and yuta tg. "Yeah.." he softly says, it almost goes unheard but jaemin was able to pick it up.
You were drunk and couldn't even feel ur body. But what u did feel was a arm snake around ur waist, u thought it was ur beloved markie so u let it stay there as u continued to dance and drink, so when u finally turn to face the body holding u u jump back I'm utter shock, how did u not realize it was yuta? He was so much taller than mark how did u not realize that? U look around trying to find ur boyfriend, but in ur drunken state u couldn't even spin around without having the urge to throw up, everything was moving. U felt dizzy and felt like the walls were closing in. So u ran to what u think was a bathroom , (it was the kitchens sink) and threw up, not even focused on the state of ur mind rn u try to find ur bf to tell him that u had nothing going on with yuta, but where the hell was he?
Mark was in the car he drove the both of u to this stupid party, everything and everyone was so stupid to him rn. He gripped the steering wheel harder than he was before. But he didn't drive he js sat there hoping u would at least come out. And you did, and when he saw u he got out and ran up to u feeling bad since he saw u stumbling. Putting u in the passenger seat and putting the seat belt on he gets in the driver's seat. Doing the same and putting the seat belt on, "markie.." u start, he looks at u. U looked still so cute despite ur mascara running down and ur hair all messed up, he always loved this look on u since thats how u always looked after giving him head. So now he's wondering, did you give yuta head?
U start up again pulling him out of his thoughts, focusing back onto u. "I didn't do anything with yuta. I swear! I thought that arm was yours mark. I swear to God! I really did think it was yours, m sorry my love ill stop drinking so much. I drank so much I forgot how my boyfriends arm felt..." u rambled on and on, u felt like he wouldn't believe u but , he did. Why wouldn't he? He knew you wouldn't cheat or do anything like that. So he believed you, "I believe you baby, I love you so much" , "I love u too markie..but I would really love to fuck rig-" he stops u from talking with his hand over ur mouth, "not tonight babe ur drunk" he says with a sweet smile, starting the car n driving to ur guys shared apartment.
haechan: he didn't mean to talk to her like that, he didn't even try at all. She just thought he was flirting with her because of that whiny voice and attitude he has, so when he sees u storm into the study hall looking for him and the girl he thought he was done for. Quietly sulking in the chair , the girl thought he was just being silly so she rubs his arm and laughs at him. He moves his arm away from her n scoots over slightly. When he sees u standing there obviously annoyed by the fact she saw him and this girl in the back of a photo her friend posted just 4 minutes ago, u take a seat infront of them and slightly smile at them both. "Oh my, are u two a couple?" Once these words left ur mouth he knew he was in for a long one. The girl not knowing who u were just laughed and said , "I wishh, he would be the perfect boyfriend for me!" She says with a smile after. U give her a tight lipped smile and look at your very scared bf. He wasn't looking at u cos he knew if he made eye contact he would fade away from fear. "Well if you want, I could give u a few tips on how to make him youres!" U say laughing a bit, he finally looks at u and shakes his head as in no, "please God save me tonight" he whispers looking up to the roof. "Oh my really?" , " of course, tip 1. He loves his hair pulled he likes the pain it gives him, tip 2. When ur going down on him don't do it fast, go veryyyyyyyyy slow. He likes it like that. Tip 3. Don't call him haechan during sex , he likes his real name. Donghyuck, or if ur y/n u can call him whatever. He doesn't care js not haechan, he doesn't find it very moanable" u stop and smile at the both of them, they both looked at u in complete shock. "Uhm...who's y/n?" She says looking at u then haechan. "Oh me of course" u laugh at her mouth hanging open, u stand up n haechan is quick to follow u. "Stop talking to random girls u little shit" u say gripping onto his hair as u walk to your car. And of course he let's out a quiet but loud enough for u to hear moan.
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୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you are the new kid and johnny, a popular boy in your school, had took a liking too you.
popular!soap who notices the new kid the moment you come into the school - he had thought you were kinda cute
popular!soap who doesn't talk to you for ages when you come in, you knew who he was everyone did - he was the popular kid, the kid who always gets into trouble , getting sent to detention. He was the kid everyone either hated or loved but you, you were different. you didn't think anything about it - it was weird though.
popular!soap was one of those people who you cant have a middle ground on but somehow you had. you two never interacted unless it was a bump in the halls or he had smiled joyfully at you during change over.
popular!soap who disrupts your class so much with his mates he gets moved; next to you. He shouted and passed notes during the class so much it had finally pissed the teacher off he got yelled at, the decimals throwing up from the teachers mouth were so high you could barely hear the actual words.
so here you were sitting next to mr popular. ofc your classmates gave you and him hacky looks as if it say “ugh whys she next to him” or “she don't deserve to be near that twat” a variety of the two.
popular!soap who talks to you whenever he would get the chance too , it wouldn't be just dilly-daddle conversations like ‘oh how are you’ ‘hi uhh what's your name?’ it would just be asking the title and date or asking what they were actually doing cause he would never pay attention.
Soaps friends would always be taking the piss out of him, mocking him because he sat next to you or telling him you had a big fat crush on him or whatever. you just kinda blurred out all the nonsense they blurted out. but nonetheless he would always manage to force you to speak a few times a lesson, you had almost dreaded coming to the lesson just because of him and his mates.
but then again he was actually quite sweet - always smiling at you, talking to you and joking with you, slagging off the teacher a few times as well. it was just when he was with his mates he was kinda a cock.
popular!soap who then started showing up more in the halls, nearly every time you were somewhere so was he, it was like he had your timetable or something . weird.
popular!soap who finds you outside sitting on a tree at lunch so he decides to talk with you.
“y/n!!” he shouts as you flinch, looking down instantly to see him down there. well not down there anymore he had climbed up the tree and was now sat next to you.
popular!soap who doesn't talk instantly and just sits there, swinging his feet as you glare at him, wanting him to say something.
“you got the homework answers?” one of his classic ways to talk with you.
popular!soap who replies with a soft oh when you tell him no, you don't have the answers. and then he would offer for your hand. “i'm givin out signatures gi’is your hand.” after he had drawn out his name across your hand he would softly smile at you. soap didn't think his little plan to hold your hand would actually work. god he was smart - well that's how he thought it was.
popular!soap who finally got your number a few times after sitting with you at lunch, it had taken you a while because you hadn't fully trusted him. yk you could never trust popular boys in school. ‘They only want one thing’ which would either be sex or to just mock you later. but you finally gave up and gave in.
popular!soap who texts you daily - every chance he would get. He would send you shit you liked or like pics of what he was currently doing. the same usual things nonstop. But what did he actually want ?
popular!soap who just started developing feelings for you, actual fucking feelings. like crush feelings to clarify. you would never find out though, well eventually.
popular!soap who worked with you for a lot of projects - surprisingly he was in a lot of your classes but he would always turn to you for team jobs instead of his mates. sure he was still mates with all his lil friend group but it just so happens he liked you a bit more
you weren't sure if he just hung out with you for a relationship - or even just sex but still it was quite nice ; him hanging around you.
during projects his friends would come over a lot, if you two were doing some lame science experiment , but most of them were fine. they definitely still judged him and you for well knowing you.
popular!soap who would lose his friends if they actually didn't like you after a bit, as much as he tried and tried he could never get you to really get along. once he got into a fight because of you and god you never felt more like a cunt after he got that black eye.
the fight went something like this:
“yeah that freak y/n? that's soaps little whore isn't it '' one of his ‘mates’ jokes.
“why you bein an arsehole?” “what did they do , huh?” his piercing eyes would kill a man if they could.
so long story short he came round to yours cause you felt bad.
popular!soap who started coming to yours at least once a week, you genuinely liked having him over - you never admitted that though. imagine all the teasing and shit you would get when he found out you liked him.
soap was the reason you got more open and you were happier and you would always thank him for that and the same for soap. He would get sent to detention less because detention = no you so it was a no go.
popular!soap who always got you doing stuff, he would class them at dates but you wouldn't have to know that did you, he would take you out, go shopping or go see movies. he was so sweet actually - it was just you needed for him to get out of his little ‘bad horrible boy’ shell.
“you comin to this party charlie's throwin?” he asks as if he doesn't know the answer. which was no but he was down for a debate for why you should come. “I'll be there for sure, invite whoever you wanna as long as you come though.”
popular!Soap would never think that his small hallway ‘crush’ would become an actual friend, he wouldn't think that that party was the night that changed everything.
synopsis: johnny takes care of you after you donated blood
🏷| gn!reader, blood donation, ambiguous relationship, fainting, cheesy
a/n: donated blood and didn’t feel good right after. father figure to the rescue right after and now i’m just trudging on thru the trenches. this one's short, sorry. but it's still prompt 11! @glitterypirateduck
during college, you made it a routine to give blood consistently. either whole blood, platelets, or plasma, you also found yourself the victim of many pin pricks, much like a sewing holder.
this time around was no different. except you had forgotten all about the appointment and hadn’t noticed until that morning.
breakfast was forgotten about as you continued to drive to the store, preparing for the next week. until a text notification pinged on your phone, mounted on the car dash.
your eyes widen as you got to the store with more urgency, determined to finish shopping before the appointment time came. it ended great as you hurried home, checking your phone periodically to see if any of your friends are available to drive you home from the blood bank.
to no avail, you frown but got ready to go anyway. you filled your cold water bottle and left the house, driving silently to the medical center.
as soon as you got in, everything went fine. you hardly looked at your phone and instead had watched the screen playing some action movie. over to your right arm , the tubing was dark and crimson with blood at as it filled the blood pouch rocking back and forth.
the phlebotomist came and checked your arm, blood flowing slowly and thick from your lack of fluid and food in your system. you sighed as you felt the blood escape from you, instantaneously tired and woozy.
“clever body, how fascinating…” you say to yourself as the machine next to you beep uncontrollably. lifting your head up to look at it, you felt your body freeze over like ice and your eyes rolled back.
next thing you know, you’re laying limp on the chair as the phlebotomists crowd around you, checking vitals, calling your name, and icing you down.
you respond weakly and gave a thumbs up. your heart thundered in your ears as you feel the large gauge needle being pulled out of your arm and bandages being wrapped around. however, you blinked a few times, feeling for sure that your eyes were indeed open, you started to panic as your vision fly away from you.
“hey, hey it’s okay. your eyes are still rolled back, it’s okay.” one voice rang out, breathless and on your right.
another voice rang out on your left side and you turned your head over to her as cold sweats fell from your body. “is there someone we can call?”
you nodded and slowly reached for your phone in your lap, pulling it out and handing it to the empty space in front of you as you laid limp against the reclined chair. “john mactavish…”
your breathing felt heavy and labored as they continued to cool you down. your eyelids were closed now and your movements slow, trying to prevent another fainting spell.
light entered through your eyelids and you slowly opened your eyes, your stomach growling in hunger. the phlebotomists look at you, judgmentally, side glances at you.
you groan and look at the clock to the side, embarassed by how loud your stomach is and how the fake-nice healthcare workers treat you with. you were treading on their lunch hour, which is why you were treated as such.
there’s a certain different type of weighting shame that comes with giving blood and the aftermath. how weak you feel, how ill prepared you are, and the fact that it seems like no one wants you here at all. well one person does, as a kind older woman drops off a sympathetic bag of chips.
you give her a weak smile, not much you can do other than just sit there and just try and get better. at some point you don’t even remember why you're still sitting there, legs up and an instant ice pack placed on your forehead.
"there you are hen, got your call." a familiar voice calls out to you as you tilt your head up just a bit, following the sound of the voice. a handsome scotsman faces you with a weak smile. almost instantly, a boost of energy rushes through you and you sit up quickly and push yourself to the edge of the chair.
"hi, johnny...i'm sorry you have to be here." you mumbled to him as you let him wrap an arm over you and help you up.
"can you walk?" he asks gently, grabbing your purse and nodding a curt goodbye to the workers there as he guides you out and into his car.
you, feeling quite a little a lot of a loser, shook him off and proceeded to walk out and towards your car, "i can take myself home, johnny. it's okay, i can drive..."
johnny, taking none of your nonsense, proceeded to catch up to you, like it was hard, and blocked you from your path. you looked up at him, and grumbled something while pushing him gently away. "i don't want to bother you anymore than i need to."
he frowned at this silly statement you put out as you continue to push on his chest. he chuckled a bit at your weak attempts, clearly not feeling well as the sun makes your face scrunch up and your punches are not as hard as he knows they can be. "i'll take care of you, okay? we'll get food on the way and you can stay at my place."
he looked at you and brushed your hair away from your forehead. "don't fight it. i'm right here"
indeed you were when you're sitting on his counter top, watching as he makes you dinner. the music blared through his speaker as you scroll through your phone, searching for a movie to watch.
suddenly, bored of your search, you looked up and saw his backside. how the cotton of his tshirt stretched over his muscles so nicely, how with every movement, you saw his muscles contract and pull, beckoning you to come closer.
he felt you staring and he turned his head back from the stove just a bit, catching your glance with a wink. you huffed out a shy laugh and continued to scroll through your phone.
you see his turn to you, thinking he needed to get something next to you. instead, you see his get closer to you and cage you in with his arms against the counter top next to you. you peak up from behind your phone and look at him, a grin on his face. "stop looking at me."
"i'm not..." you replied, hiding your face behind your phone.
he laughed and leaned closer to you, both his palms held your cheeks now, opting to squeeze and feel how soft they were. "don't lie, to me bonnie."
you blushed, not knowing what to say. you put down your phone next to you, your hands running along his forearms and then resting them upon the back of his, still on your cheeks. "thanks for being there for me."
he chuckled at you and kissed your forehead gently, yet a bit longer than anyone would, savoring it. "i told you, i'll always be there for ya."
