Since you are looking for request, can I request ex-husband price x reader. He's obviously not over her and uses his work position to manipulate her back to him. It's up to you how he does it could be a stage break in or something similar.
I also love the trope about soap where he's mentally unstable after being shot in the head then finds reader and becomes obsessed with her. Love me some crazy soap.
I also love me some good angst, but like something happens to reader then she gets her revenge or the other gets their karma angst. So like it could be a cheating trope or something happens in the cod team doesn't believe her so she finds another team and when they find out what happened is too late.
Anyways just throwing some ideas out there, if any of these interests you I would love to read what you have to write. ❤️❤️❤️
I was thinking so long about this but I think I can write the obsessed soap. 3rd try I guess 😀👍
After the incident, soap felt a bit hazy. He had most of his memory. But not quite all of it.
He was let on leave, and he was alone most of the time. Every couple days, someone from the team would visit, bring him some groceries and make sure he was healing up well.
He didn't really want to go outside, what was the point, he had everything inside. But after some tough suggesting from Simon, he decided to go for a walk, take a look over the city. It helped him remember some stuff. Just random things, how he once fell infront of a grocery store in December and got stuck head first in a pile of snow.
Or maybe how he once got mugged infront of a bar but he just... didn't react.
Anyways, it was a good idea. After that, he went back to his own flat. But in the corridor, he was a beautiful lady, you.
You were his neighbour. Fumbling with your keys from the cold weather outside. There was mud stuck to your boots, you hair was unbrushed. You smelt good. He could smell it from afar. You. Were his neighbour.
He went up the stairs, "hello." Johnny finally said. You turned around and nodded. "Hello... could you help me? My hands are too cold to-" johnny eagerly nodded without further question.
Your voice was like honey, like a soft blanket. You handed him the keys and he opened up the door for you with a smile. "Oh thank you." I hummed and pocketed the keys.
That was it. The whole interaction. Yet Johnny couldn't get you off his mind. He worked out your whole schedule, to make sure you were awake at the right time and also at home at the right time. He would always make sure to accidentally bump into you on the street. The team was just glad he was doing better.
Johnny even started cooking and bringing it to you, playing it off as 'i had too much left over'.
So one day when you were at work, he helped himself into your apartment. It smelled exactly like your perfume. It was amazing.
He couldn't control himself, he looked through all your stuff to see what were your interests, he hadn't been so happy in a long while.
But of course all good things couldn't last long, while he was in the middle of sorting through your hamper of dirty laundry, the front door opened.
He was too distracted though. When someone stepped into the bedroom, he expected it to be you. But it was some man.
It wasn't Johnny's fault. The man came into his way. Thank god there was a river nearby.
You were so beautiful. So pretty... so smart...
Johnny made sure to write to you on the man's phone. Breaking up with you... then he could have you all to himself.
And when you came home and asked him to comfort you over some dinner. He agreed with a wide smile... he loved how smart he was. Truly loved it.