Thats Where Im From, Sweetheart

That’s Where I’m from, Sweetheart

Synopsis So I’ve been tinkering with southern reader and everyone’s favorite Scot.

cw: none? Maybe one mention of blood, talk of strip poker, some playful but still threatening language (all is fair in love and war guys), just a teensy eeensy bit suggestive (if you don’t wanna see it, just scroll by it’s that easy.)

Pairing: southern(texas/Georgia fusion inspired)!medic!reader x John "Soap" MacTavish

Author’s note: literally doing this as a test but if nobody likes it I’ll still repost it. Anyways all inspo and motivation comes from @glossythor

©️moonriseoverkyoto 2023. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

- Southern Medic!reader didn’t learn their tricks traditionally from med school, no in fact they aced their classes and almost graduated top of class.

- So when you were specifically invited to join the 141 in the field, you can imagine the look you received when you pulled up the flight deck in your low rise jeans, and a cowboy hat sitting on

- You can also imagine the peak curiosity you were going to withstand for the next few months on the mission

“Soap won’t be the only one with a tough accent around here anymore.” Announced Price as you walked into the room with a big smile only to be greeted by hardened eyes scanning you for your weaknesses and possible ulterior motives.

“hello everybody, I’ll be y’all’s medic for this trip. Believe me I’ve already heard all the western jokes, the hillbilly, and the redneck bullshit so can it for me okay everyone?” You spoke to the room with a gleaming grin that hid your boiling anxiety.

As the day proceeded on there was a tension stuck between your shoulders especially when you got placed between ghost and soap for the flight

“So what part are you from darlin?”

“The part where Mama doesn’t let you come home until the sun goes down and where you’re more likely to get kicked by a horse then learn the alphabet. That’s where I’m from sweetheart”.

- You never grow used to the look you receive from others as the team grows close to you. Nor do you ever live down the jokes and the constant harassment from the team to “get a room” with soap once your accents kick into high gear and his gaelish comes out.

- “dinnae be in any rush darlin, our captain isn’t bleeding out any faster than usual. I would hate to clipe to the rest of the group that you get slower when I come around.” The Scottish flirted with a wink as he dragged Price in one rainy day to base camp.

- “and I’d hate to hogtie you to a mustang and magically push my Nana’s spurs into it’s hide so you can eat shit for all the shit you talk, sweetheart.”

- “aye love if you did that, I’d let you just for the moment I’d be under you, even if it makes me boggin eejit being tied to the horse.”

Price’s grunt as you sprayed the wound stopped you both and the man spoke to you both with his look of surprise between you both.

- Soap definitely pulls you everywhere by your belt loops when you’re not in scrubs. Like I’m talking you’ll be doing something and just feel a tug before you’re face to face with your favorite (you don’t have favorites right :)? )

- the absolute one time you played strip poker, you whipped everyone’s asses and they’ve been begging to know your tricks since. You even had your cowboy hat on still by the end

- Soap who secretly goes weak at the knees hearing you say sweetheart but he would never admit how whipped you have him

-Soap who talks Ghost’s EAR off about you so much so that Ghost could win a jeopardy game about you

- Soap, the man who confesses by… well I’ll save that for another time

-Soap definitely is shitting bricks nervous to meet your family and actually makes your dad shit bricks instead when he sees your hunk of a boyfriend.

-Everyone turning their comms off once you say sweetheart because they know you’re just talking to Soap

-Soap sending everyone a video of you hogtying a pig, and winning first place at a rodeo held in your hometown over holiday one year

- now they actually get a little nervous when you start stomping around in your infirmary/makeshift medic tent talking about hogtying whoever who misplaced your special medical needle gifted to you from your nana/papa/mama/whoever you find special in your life

authors note again: Anyways I’m just gonna yk slip on past here. Lmk if there’s anything that offends you or anything I should improve as I’m still super new to writing fanfiction (so much harder than literature analysis or film writing) I loved doing this and I hope I can do more!

My requests are open and I love writing these as a emotional release

To the fucker on my fyp who reminded me that it’s December 20th with a banana fish reference: there’s a seat in hell with your name engraved on it

Oh my god BAEEEEEEEEEEE THORRRRRRRRRRRRRR. HOLY SHIT. I just had a root canal but I’m gonna need some screws bc my jaw is ON. THE. FLOOR. WOW.

Gaz dosent know what he likes to see more in your pussy. His cock, his fingers, his tongue or your favorite vibrator 🫠

bloody shame ; kyle garrick

warnings/tags: fem american reader, smut smut smut, best friends to lovers, obsessive best friend gaz, squirting, overstimulation. italics = fantasies.

word count: 3.2k

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Kyle’s palms stung as his calloused skin rubbed against the metal pull-up bar. He huffed as he pulled himself up, holding himself up for a few moments before slowly lowering himself down.

Pull up, hold, lower down. Up and down. Up and down. Again and again, working his way through his long set of pull-ups. Once he hit his last pull-up, he let himself land on his feet with a gentle thud.

He was walking over to the bench press station when he heard the doors to the gym push open. He looked at the reflection on the mirrored walls in front of him to see you and Soap walk in, both dressed in standard training gear.

His chocolate brown eyes automatically trailed up and down your figure, drinking in every detail and feature. He loved how that compression shirt perfectly hugged your curves and accentuated your breasts, all while showing off your muscles. He loved how your leggings hugged your waist and how the fabric smoothed over your legs like butter.

All Gaz could think of when he saw you wearing those leggings that hugged you perfectly, is how he wanted to grab you by your hips and bend you over. He wanted to hear your little shocked yelp as he pulls you against him, gripping you by your plump curves. He could imagine your eyes widen just a fraction as you look back at him, your eyes peering up at him through your lashes. He wanted to yank your leggings down your waist, revealing your white thong and your soft skin that he ached to grab and squeeze. He wanted to palm your soft flesh with his calloused hands, before bringing his hand down in a spank, letting the skin become sore under his touch.

He wanted to grind himself up against your clothed cunt, feeling you all warm up against his dick. He wanted to pull your panties to the side, ridding you of that flimsy fabric and revealing your already soaked pussy. He wanted to let the head of his cock graze your lips, teasing you with the smallest bit of contact. He could just imagine you whine and wiggle back against his cock, begging for more.

“So desperate, doll. Love seein’ you like this, all wet for me.”

“Please, Gaz,” He could imagine you whining, looking back at him. “Please touch me.”

He was brought out of his fantasies by Soap’s incredulous voice hitting his ears.

“So yer’ tellin’ me, it’s common in the states for ladies to fake it?” He overheard Soap ask, his Scottish voice filtering through Gaz’s headphones that had paused after a song.

Gaz’s brows furrowed as he picked up a dumbbell in each hand, ears perked up as he unintentionally eavesdropped on your conversation with Soap.

What in the hell.

He watched as you failed to stifle a laugh, hinting at your own surprise at the subject. Or at least, your surprise at Soap’s nonchalance on the matter.

“Past the TMI stage, are we?” You joke.

Kyle started lifting the dumbbells, alternating between arms and grunting with each lift up. He couldn’t help but look at the two of you through the mirrors reflection in front of him, curious as to where the conversation was going.

How the hell did the two of you get to that topic?

He watched as Soap brought his thermos up to his mouth, taking a swig of water and you standing next to him, sanitizing the machine you were about to use.

Kyle saw you laugh a bit, almost humorlessly, as you looked up at Soap through your lashes.

“You have no idea.” You shoot back with a roll of your eyes, moving to sit on the machine.

At the tone of your voice, Kyle made a noise of indignation deep in his throat. You sounded way too familiar with the subject of faking an orgasm.

“Speaking from experience, aye?” He heard Soap quip, only half serious as he didn’t expect you to take the bait.

No, you couldn’t have possibly faked your—

“Again, you have no idea.”

Gaz’s eyes widened.

No way. Kyle’s arms falter from pure surprise as he lifts the weights.

He saw Soap cough on his water, just as taken aback as Gaz was by your insinuation.

“What, don’t tell me you’ve had to fake it?” Johnny asks.

Gaz’s brown eyes dart right back to you.

“Okay, I won’t tell you that.” You have a sarcastic quip, uncapping your thermos.

No fucking way.

(….)

That’s how you ended up here.

In Gaz’s quarters, in his bed.

With your knees pushed up against your chest and his cock buried inside your cunt. Your head thrown back against his pillows and his face buried in your neck, mouth already marking you up.

“Fuck,” He grunts against your skin, leaving wet open mouthed kisses as he spoke. The sound of his hips slapping against your skin mixed with the sound of your moans.

He couldn’t help himself as he drank in your squirming form trapped beneath him, all sweaty and on display for him. He commits every detail to memory. Every mark and scar and curve that decorated your body, every inch that he had been so desperate to see for so long. Now, he was finally seeing it. And he couldn’t get enough.

He couldn’t get enough of how your brows knit together and your eyes scrunched shut because you were so overtaken by the raw pleasure. When your mouth wasn’t hanging open and letting whines fall out, you were biting your bottom lip in an effort to muffle your noises of desperation.

When he notices you trying to silence yourself, he angles his hips to hit that spot just right and brings one hand down to rub at your swollen clit. That’s a fool proof way to get you choking on a sharp cry of pleasure.

He couldn’t get enough of your breasts bouncing with every thrust, your nipples just aching to be sucked on and tweaked.

He couldn’t get enough of how your legs spasm and twitch as he thrusts into you, your muscles unable to control themselves as they contract. No matter how much you squirm though, he just holds your legs steady — with a firm grip right in the crook of your knees. His soft yet calloused hands squeezing the supple flesh of your leg, his thumbs tracing small circles on your skin.

He couldn’t get enough of how fucking wet you were, how wet noises filled the room while he rutted into you. He couldn’t get enough of how you were squeezing him so fucking tight, so fucking warm.

He just couldn’t get enough of you.

“Oh my god,” You moan, feeling that knot in your stomach wind tighter and tighter with every thrust of his hips. You couldn’t fucking believe it. Not even a full round into it with your best friend, your Gaz, and you were already closer to the edge than you ever were with any of your exes.

Even using a toy didn’t feel this good.

“Can’t believe you didn’t come to me for help.” Gaz mutters into your ear, angling his hips at a new, cruel angle. One that had you choking on air, your hands working to clutch him impossibly closer as his breath fanned hot against your skin.

“Gaz, fuck—,” Your cries of pleasure would be cut off by a moan as his mouth latched onto your nipple. His tongue lapping across the sensitive bud and moaning around it, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure.

“Bet that feels good, huh? Better than any of those other blokes you fooled around with? Yeah, that’s right.”

Moans and whines echoed throughout his room as his hips thrust inside your warmth, your face contorted in pleasure and your hands clutching at his broad back to ground you in reality. Your nails dug into his skin, dragging and leaving stripes across his back.

“You know where I am, doll. Coulda fixed this problem a long time ago.” He all but growled into your ear, feeling you squeeze around him so fucking warm and tight and perfect.

“Hm? Why didn’t you just come to me? Why didn’t you get your best friend to help you?” He asks, as if he wasn’t forcing an orgasm out of you right now. As if you could respond in any capacity.

He glances over at your blissed out face and his lips break out into a smirk.

“Please, please,” you whine, not even knowing what you were begging for.

“Oh, yeah? Feels that good, huh?” He croons in your ear, his pace never slowing as he thrusts inside your soaking pussy. Brown eyes burning into your face as moans poured from your lips and tears streaked down your cheeks. “Poor baby. Can’t even fuckin’ talk.”

Every second he was buried in your cunt and filling you so deep inside, you felt yourself grow closer to the edge. Your toes curled and your legs twitched as they were pushed up against your chest.

“But I asked you a question, love. And I expect an answer. Why didn’t you come to me?” Gaz grounds out, punctuating each word of his question with a hard thrust. Soaking up every whimper and whine and moan you let out.

When you still didn’t give him a sufficient answer, besides your mindless babbling, Kyle grips your jaw and forces you to look at him. Your eyes shoot open, all wide and glossy as you have no choice but to hold his gaze while he fucks you. “Hmm?” His eyes boring into yours, savoring your teary eyed fucked out expression as you willed yourself to form a coherent response.

“I didn’t— fuck,” You cut yourself off with a moan, “I didn’t think that was an option. I didn’t think you liked me—”

Your explanation was cut off by him closing the short distance between you and crashing his lips down to yours. Your eyes widened but you quickly melted into him as the head of his cock kept hitting that spot that made your toes curl. He swallowed any moans and whines as he forced his tongue inside your mouth, tasting you so wholly and completely. The kiss was messy and passionate, full of unspoken feelings and building tension that had finally come to a breaking point.

With each whine and moan that Gaz pulled from you, he smirked against your lips. Those noises only pushed him to make you cum even faster.

“You have no. Fuckin’. Idea.” He all but growls against your mouth, nipping your lip as his hips thrust cruelly with every emphasized word. “No fuckin’ clue how much I like you. How much I love you.” Your brows knit together at his muttered words, so taken aback by his confession that you were half convinced you had imagined it. That you had conjured it up amongst the fog that filled your head.

“But I’ll make sure you know.” Was all he murmured against your lips, eyes flitting open to drink you in. He sneaks the hand that was holding your jaw, all the way down your stomach and between your legs. His fingers quickly find their place on the swollen bundle of nerves that was your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud furiously as he kept thrusting. He could feel the itch of his curls brush up against his hand and your juices drenching the hair and creating a seal around the base of his cock.

He found himself rushing toward his own orgasm right as yours crashed over you, letting out a guttural curse as he came inside you, his cock spurting ropes of cum into your warm cunt. He watched your face contort in even deeper pleasure as you felt his warmth flood your pussy, mixing with your own juices.

It didn’t take long at all for you to cry out into Kyle’s mouth, feeling him grin against your lips. He pushes past his own sensitivity and grinds hard into your cunt, his fingers still rubbing your clit as you squirt all over his cock, squeezing him for all he was worth.

“There you go. Just like that.”

(….)

He was far from finished at showing you how much pleasure you’ve been missing out on.

Only a mere few minutes had passed since you came around his cock before he had moved down your body and found his home between your legs once more.

Your heart was pounding as you came down from your high, your chest heaving and your eyelids weighing heavy. Your mind was fuzzy and clouded, and your cunt was throbbing and pulsing.

Your legs were shaking, feeling so sensitive and boneless — so when you felt his gentle hands prying your thighs apart, your legs jolted. Your breath hitched and your eyes shot open to see Gaz’s head buried between your slick covered thighs.

You could already feel his breath fanning your sensitive pussy. “Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy.”

As soon as you felt his hands grab your hips and pull you down his bed, you scrambled to get away from his mouth. Your cunt was still throbbing and your legs were still weak, making it almost pointless to squirm away from his touch. Your legs that felt like jelly were no match for his strong grip, his arms full with corded muscle built from years of training.

“Kyle,” You whine, eyes glossy as you look down at him, “ ‘M so sensitive.”

His eyes crinkle at the edges as he grins, looking up at you from between your legs. His arms snake around your thighs, keeping you anchored for him and leaving your cunt on display.

Just how he likes it.

He looks up at you through his lashes while he bites at your thigh, savoring the gasp that falls from your lips. Then he sucks that bit of soft, warm skin into his mouth, forming a suction in favor of a future hickey.

“Oh, I know, baby.” He croons, voice sickly sweet, brown eyes peering up at you as he hikes your legs over his shoulders. You yelp as he pulls you impossibly close to his waiting mouth. Your hands find purchase in the sheets below you, fisting the fabric in an effort to ground you in reality.

“But you’ve never had anyone eat this pussy like you deserve, huh? I just know you haven’t.” He lowers his face down to your dripping cunt, the juices of your cum mixing with his. “Such a shame, doll. Bloody shame… for this pretty pussy to go neglected. To not be absolutely worshipped.” He traces your slippery folds with two gentle fingers, spreading your juices up and down your slit, before using those fingers to part your folds and revealing your cunt all spread out and ready for him. You gasp with every touch and trace of his delicate fingers.

“So that’s what I’m gonna do. That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” Is all he said before diving into your soaked pussy.

He was messy and unabashed, with no care for how loud he was as he tasted every inch of you. He took his sweet fucking time devouring you, kissing along your folds and licking wet stripes along your slit.

“Gaz, oh my god-,” You cry out, throwing your head back against his pillow. Your hips jerking and bucking up against his mouth involuntarily.

He smiles against your cunt as he hears you moan and cry over and over, writhing in his hold from how sensitive you were. He licks a wide stripe up and down your pussy, savoring your juices and cum as if it were his last meal.

“Fuck, you taste so fuckin’ perfect.” He groaned into your cunt, his voice sending vibrations into your core and making you moan even louder.

He didn’t leave his fingers out, though.

The entire time his tongue was licking up your juices, his fingers were playing with your pussy. Starting out slow, dipping those same two fingers inside and letting the pads of his fingers gather your juices. Pushing them in and feeling around your velvet walls, feeling you squeeze around his fingers so damn tight — as if his cock wasn’t buried in your cunt only a few minutes prior.

“So fucking tight. Almost pushing’ me out, love.” He groans into your pussy, before finally dipping his tongue into your entrance.

“Kyle, fuck-,” You cry out, feeling him tongue fuck you while he pumped his fingers in your slippery cunt. Your hips bucked and twitched, making him grip your hips even tighter, grounding you against his face.

His fingers quickened as he heard your moans grow high pitched, knowing you were growing closer and closer with every passing moment.

“Mmm-hmm, that’s it.” He moans into your cunt, delving his tongue even deeper. He curled his tongue and hummed into your heat, almost even growling.

He curled his fingers inside you, enjoying the way you squirmed and jolted from all the sensations. Your legs wriggled on his shoulders, moving on their own accord as his mouth kept working in tandem with his fingers.

“Please, please, please!” You babbled mindlessly, tears stinging at your eyes and your lips sore from being bitten between your teeth too many times.

He smirked against your cunt, one last tactic popping in his head to push you over the edge.

All while pumping and curling his fingers, he used his free hand to reach into his nightstand drawer. He felt silicone beneath his fingertips before swiftly pulling it out, revealing a sleek vibrator. It was small, only about three inches long and matte black.

He clicked the toy on and felt it vibrate it in his hand, excitement flooding his veins as he imagined you jumping from the sudden vibration against your cunt.

With one more glance up at your fucked out face, he pressed the vibrating toy against your throbbing clit.

“Kyle, oh fuck!” You all but screamed, utterly overwhelmed by the mix of sensations. You were drowning in pleasure and ecstasy as his tongue lapped at your wetness and dipped into your cunt, while his fingers pumped into you at a furious pace. To top it all off, an intense wave of vibrations suddenly washed over you.

You didn’t know where the hell it came from, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Not when you couldn’t even feel your face. Not when you couldn’t even tell which way was up and which way was down.

Not when your best friend was busy making you cum over and over. Not when your best friend was making you feel better than any other man ever could.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You wail, feeling that knot burst deep in your stomach as you squeeze tight, pulsing over and over. You squirt all over his fingers and tongue, absolutely drenching his chin and his palm in your juices. Your slick coated the vibrator as he held it against your cunt.

“There you go.” He purred, fingers working you through your orgasm.

“Bet you wish you would have come to me sooner, doll.”

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Wow. My world has changed oh my god I’m wringing every person I can to read this. My brain is chemically altered WOWWWWWW THIS IS SO HOT

soap ghost and reader 3some?? 😻

“Steamin Jesus, look at you.” Johnny breathed out, practically droooling as he his eyes raked over your naked body. “Can’t believe L.T. has kept this body of yours all to himself.”

You let out a shaky sigh as Johnny’s hands began to wander across your body, his eyes flickering to Simon as his fingers ghosted over your breasts. “May I touch?”

“She’s yours for the night, Johnny. I’m only here to watch.” Simons voice was strained, and you looked over to find him watching the two of you intently, his hand lazily palming his cock through his boxers. “You know my rule, though. If she says stop, you stop.”

Johnny gave a nod in reply, his eyes falling back to you. His hands grabbed at both of your tits, massaging at the plump flesh firmly, before capturing your lips with his.

It was clear that Johnny was quite experienced. He kissed you like you were the only girl on the planet for him, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, groaning against your lips as he memorized your taste.

He pulled away with a shit eating smirk, watching as your wandering eyes landed on the obvious buldge growing in his boxers “You gonna help a man out, lass?”

You took your lower lip between your teeth before looking over at your boyfriend, silently asking for permission even though the entire night was his idea.

“Go ahead, love.” Simon encouraged, giving you a soft smile. He never took his eyes off you as you sank down to your knees, freeing the Scotsman’s cock from the confines of his boxers.

Your eyes widened at his size, his cock being the farthest thing from small. It wasn’t as big as Simon’s, but it made up for the difference in length with just how thick it was.

Feeling your mouth water in anticipation, you wasted no time in taking his cock in your mouth, relishing in the fact that it had both men in the room groaning.

~~~~~~~~

“Fucking hell, you’re so tight.” Johnny groaned out, his hands finding purchase on your waist as he sank himself fully inside of you. “Feels so good, lass.”

Your eyes squeezed shut at the intrusion, the delicious stretch from his cock nearly causing you to see stars. Though he wasn’t as lengthy as Simon, Johnny was just as if not thicker, and it stretched your walls in ways you didn’t think possible. “Oh my god.”

You heard a soft groan come from the corner of the room, and looked over to see Simon pumping at his cock, which was now fully hard in his hand. “S-Si.”

“Johnny makin’ you feel good, sweet girl?” Simon cooed, not taking his eyes off of you as he pumped at himself faster. “I want to hear what my best mate does to you, baby. Wanna hear if he can make you feel as good as I do.”

You let out a guttural moan as Johnny began to pull out of you, before ramming himself back into your soaked cunt. He let out a low chuckle as he felt your walls clench around him, before setting a brutal pace.

His fingers were bruising against your waist, his nails digging into the flesh there as his cock assaulted your walls, the tip of it kissing your cervix with each jut of his hips.

Unlike Simon, Johnny was rough. His nails began to pierce your skin, his pace not relenting as he relished in the soft mewls that he elicited from you. Your hands gripped the sheets in front of you as you gasped for air, your mind growing fuzzy as your friend continued to fuck you dumb.

You didn’t notice Simon moved from his spot until his face was right in front of yours, his deep brown eyes filled with lust as he looked at your lips. “You doing alright, princess?”

You gave your boyfriend a weak nod, your eyes threatening to squeeze shut as the sounds of Johnnys moans, and the sound of his abdomen hitting your ass filled the air. Everything about this night was completely filthy, and you loved every second of it.

“Such a fuckin’ good girl.” Simon praised, pressing a lazy kiss to your lips. “Think you can help me get off while Johnny fucks you? Turns out my hand isn’t as effective as that pretty mouth of yours.”

You let out a soft whine as your boyfriend cupped your jaw, pressing another kiss to your lips before standing. You watched as he fisted himself for a moment longer before gesturing for you to open your mouth.

Oh yeah, this night was far from over.

I promise that I am working on the country au guys I’m just genuinely getting thundercunted through the end of the semester by my teachers. I deadass have a whole British literature PowerPoint to present tommorrow about Geoffrey Chaucer, a root canal on Friday, family plans over the weekend, and then a whole Spanish oral final with these intense questions and a 1 year thorough budget project due on Monday. The budget project includes me having to plan for taxes, car payments, rent, like no money spared it all has to go somewhere. But yk after that I’m home free for a winter break with my man and my family, and I’ll dig into writing. Besos guys 🩷

Whistle while you work

Synopsis - sometimes all a little lass needs is to just holler the lyrics of an angry female-empowering country music, but a certain beloved Scot just can’t help but be worried he screwed up

cw: swearing, medical and military workplace inaccuracies, playful language, suggestive content, heavy flirting, slight miscommunication trope(this hurts me more than this hurts you believe me), nicknames, use of Scottish and southern(Georgia/texas) accent that some readers may find corny or displeasurable

Pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x southern!medic!reader

Author’s note: I know I said I was busy but I heard “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood come on the radio and it’s been an ear worm that sticking to my brain like flies on a horse. But once again I’m here to remind you that I’m taking southern notes from Georgia and Texas because I was raised in one and I visit family quite often in the other. I am completely open to constructive criticism but if you have nothing nice to say then you just scroll past it costs you absolutely nothing to mind your business. Italicized is singing btw.

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Soap had begun to have a routine with you. He could often come visit you after shift hours or you would come along on missions and be his first pit stop at base. It was a beautiful little arrangement that the F1F begun to adore. You were the warm fire to warm their cold hearts or the blazing hearth to whip them into shape if they got rowdy. So it was a little jarring to him when he strolled into your clinic and heard an angry drawl.

“Right now, he's probably slow dancin' with a bleach-blonde tramp. And she’s probably gettin’ frisky.”

Your voice had him weak at the knees but there was something off in your pitch. A grit, an anger, a frustration. He suddenly began retracing his steps, trying to find a failure placed upon his behalf.

“Right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink 'Cause she can't shoot whiskey.”

“Bonnie?” the man called out to you, his reaction was controlled but his heart thumped against his chest trying to break out. When you didn’t respond he decided to stay by the doors out of your vision to figure out what was the issue, studying you.

“Right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool stick. Showin' her how to shoot a combo. And he don't know”

Your hips began to sway against the rising tune and even in your scrubs, there was a clear muscle memory when it came to the rhythm of the song. Soap quickly exited and left to go to the common room to find the rest of the F1F playing poker

“There’s loverboy, we were wondering how long it would take for you and-“

“Firstly, she’s my friend Capt’n you know that. Secondly, Somethin’s a mattah with Bonnie.” Soap cut Price off quickly not caring for niceties.

“why because she’s running a little late?” Gaz spoke while checking his turn. It was comical how they knew you by your nicknames from Soap rather than your god given name.

“Aye ‘nd she’s singin’ this song of ‘ers and it’s got me all worried. I mean I know that I’ve been a wee bit busy lately but I’ve made sure to make me rounds and when I came to her place she was swinging hips and I ken to know when somethin’s a mattah with me Bonnie-“ Simon’s head turned to his friend with interest as Gaz cut the rambling man short.

“Calm down mate. We cannot understand you when you go back to the ancestral plane with that tongue of yours” Gaz spoke. Price waved him off to let the Scott breathe.

“She’s up tae high doh.” Soap rushed out, his brows knit together trying to piece together what could’ve happened.

“In English, lad” Price spoke up. However somebody came to his rescue.

“The phrase is meant to be used to describe when somebody is pent up, flustered. It’s a Scottish saying.” Ghost answered with a deep baritone. Everyone was surprised but secretly noted the phrase for whenever they had to go solo with the Mohawk man.

“So go talk to her” Price responded to Soap with a look that said he was ordering, then he offered a small gift of liquid courage

Soap refused the drink and made his way back over to the infirmary. His brain scrambling to find an answer.

“I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive. Carved my name into his leather seats”

Your belted notes rung through the doors and hit his ears. He vowed he would find out the issue and fix it just so he wouldn’t have to hear the pain in your voice. He came around the corner as you stood in front of a table, organizing your different surgery and procedural tools. He spotted the AirPod beneath your trucker hat (since wearing a traditional cowboy hat was too distracting in the work place even during the quiet shifts. )

“I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights. Slashed a hole in all four tires-“

Soap swallowed all his worry as he grabbed an AirPod out and spoke but you beat him to the punch.

“Who in all of god givens creation just ordered a free fuckin’- Oh sweetheart Johnny it’s you.” Your fire calmed just as quick as it kindled.

“hey lassie I was getting worried about you” Soap said. His heart and maybe something else throbbed at your honey tone. One day he’d finally act upon those feelings but today he needed to worry about something else. “What’s got you all worked up?”

“Are you saying I’m throwin’ a hissy fit?”

“Noo jist haud on there Lassie. I jist was-“

“Heavens to Betsy! You do think I’m havin’ a hissy fit, why you oughta know that I was the best little-“

As you two went on back and forth, the distance between your bodies got smaller and smaller. Two wide eyed grins plastered across your face. He cut you off with a smirk

“Oh I’m sure you were the.. how do you say it again? Oh right” Johnny leaned in closer and his voice dropped, “the best little girl this side of the Mississippi. Ain’t that right, hen?”

“I know damn well you did not just call me a hen from a damn barn house-“ you went to speak again but got cut off as your throat hitched, soap’s mouth just by your ear and his tone got unrealistically deeper and more dominant. A careful hand grazing your hip.

“Shut yer pus for a moment, hen. Tell me what’s a matter. What’s got you so up tae high doh.” The male spoke.

You were silent for once. All the cogs in your brain just stopped. Everything was quiet, if you had perfect hearing you could hear Johnny’s poor heart banging to get out of his chest in anxiety from him boldly caressing your waist.

“Aww come on lassie, need me to buy a wrench for that brain of yours”

“I misplaced my sewing needle. Well I did or one of the stupid nurses did but I can’t find it and I won’t find it till the cows come home” you huffed.

“The one from your nana?”

“Does a bear shit in the woods?”

“No need for the ‘tude. May I look?”

“Sure. It’s no bigger than a minnow in a fishing pond” you said softly as he gently moved you aside to look at the table below. His trained eye spotting a glint on the ground. He reached over to pick it up and show it to you.

“Bless your heart! Good god Johnny, oh my sweet I could kiss you!” You cried out with the biggest grin. You leaned forward and kissed him softly on his cheek. His stubble gently scratching your soft, plump lips. His cheeks barely flushed as his smirk transformed into a smile and a small chuckle left his throat. He took a moment to memorize the feeling of your lips for later.

If that’s all it took to make his little Bonnie proud. He’d search every haystack for your needle in a heartbeat. You were his everything, he’d wait until the right moment to tell you. Especially when he was pretty sure the rest of the team was right around the corner listening to them. He’ll confront them later, for now he wants to stay in this moment with you. Watching his sweet hen, praising him. Grinning as she danced around with the needle he found, and even maybe hid.

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Slang translations

Noo jist haud on - Now just hold on there

Heavens to Betsy - southern expression of surprise

Hen- a woman (Scottish term of endearment)

Bonnie - a beautiful woman, Scottish term of endearment typically paired with Bonnie lass

Lass/Lassie- beautiful woman, term of endearment

Shut yer pus - Scottish way of saying hush up, not literally referring to genitalia

Does a bear shit in the woods - kinda like a sarcastic response of “duh.” Whenever you’re asked a question. Hard concept to explain but I hope it’s not just me who got this from their southern mama

no bigger than a minnow in a fishing pond - comparison of size

Author’s note: AAAAAAAA I DID IT. I wrote my first fic. Oh my god. I’m so tired but I hope everyone loves this as much as I did. Please go listen to the song as well. It’s “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood

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