John “Soap” Mactavish as a loving and gentle husband to dear GN!reader
Not proofread, Gn!reader is implied to be afab like,, twice, fluff!!! More fluff!!!
Word count: 737
Soap is an asshole to you tho !!! (Lovingly<3)
John ‘Soap’ Mactavish and you have been dating for quite awhile now, so long in fact you two aren’t even dating, you’re married.
You two got married about five months ago and when you thought your loving husband was clingy when you guys were dating, increase that by tenfold. That man is constantly touching you, holding your hand, holding your hips in both of his hands, grabbing/smacking your ass.
Right now however, you’re picking at some candy left on the coffee table, Johnny had insisted that he absolutely couldn’t get comfortable. One thing led to another, you’re both shirtless and pants less, only wearing your underwear, his head laid on your chest and pinned under the man.
You don’t mind being pinned under the man, but right now? He was snoring as loud as a damn chainsaw and looked to be drooling a bit, you were half tempted to just wake him up just so he’d shut the hell up. You love the man, but by god he is LOUD, annoying and very clingy.
“Honey bear,” you said after a few moments. Silence met you and then a loud snore. “Sweetheart,” you said a moment later after he was silent again. The same thing, silence then some loud snoring. “Johnnnnyyy dear,” you hummed, running your hand through his hair for a few moments. Still didn’t wake up, and still snoring loudly. “John?” You said, poking at him as you picked at the candy some more.
“Mactavish.” You said loudly before you just picked up his head and lightly shook it, getting a sleepy grin from your husband. He laid his head back down and then nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “Wa’ I snorin’?” He mumbled out slowly with a yawn.
“Very loudly, mister. You were dreaming?” You guessed as you moved to play with his hair lovingly, “Mmm, a wee lil bairn.” He grumbled out and you could feel him have a (presumably) big and goofy grin on his face. He was still pressing his face to your skin, trying to get as comfortable as he could.
“A baby?” You hummed, moving his head so you could hear him clearer. He nodded with a silly smile, “yeah, you all plump with a lil’ bairn, always wanted ‘em.” He said after a moment, kissing your neck until he sat up slowly. He stretched while sitting in your lap.
You set your hands on his legs and smiled, “Maybe at some point, I would love some with you though.” You hummed after a moment. He gave you a cheeky grin, “Should I make us coffee?” He offered then ever so “elegantly” rolled off the couch.
You let a laugh out at your husband who got up and went to the kitchen to make you and him some coffee. “Let me guess, way too much milk and sugar so it’s not even coffee?” Johnny called out, getting a no worded response, only the middle finger.
He let a laugh out, “So a yes?” He asked, “Don’ gotta respond.” He added with a snort as he made the coffee. He simply shook his head and moved on, making coffee for the two of you.
A little milk and some sugar for his coffee and too much milk and sugar for yours. He came back over to you with two mugs, sitting down with a groan, “Here ya go sweets.” He cooed, handing your coffee to you.
He pressed a kiss to your lips, a smile dancing on his lips. He began to sip at his coffee while you sipped on your own. You shifted a blanket over the two of you and snuggled up together, holding your mugs of coffee close to your chests.
“A beautiful day to spend it with my beautiful spouse.” He cooed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. You simply just smiled and leaned against him. “I love you.” You said quietly, shutting your eyes as you lifted your mug to finish the rest of your coffee.
“Love you too.” He hummed to you, smiling cheekily as he rested his head on top of yours, taking your mug to set it on the coffee table. He sipped a little more at his coffee before finishing it, the mug joined yours on the table.
You both closed your eyes, resting against one and other, basking in each other’s love and warmth.
Summary: After a long day of work for both of you,some cravings for sweet baked memories wouldn't be too much right?
Your keys rattled from you pulling them out as you entered your apartment. It's been a long day from your lousy boss screaming at you and your co-workers dumping their work on you. Worst of all, you had to finish the deadline by today; that's why you came home late this time.
You checked out of work at 10pm already and all you want to do now is just enjoy a cup of coffee and read a good book. But then you remembered that Johnny was coming home from one of his missions today, and you knew your own best friend of course. Every time he comes back from all the heavy tiring work, he would visit you no matter what time was; Usually you guys would make full blown meals for the hour before he goes back to his apartment the next day.
But it seems like this time, you were so drained and tired, all you wanted to do is tell him how awful your day was and cry about it on his shoulder. Then eat a tub of ice-cream while watching some lousy Rom-com you found the day earlier.
And just as you were about to go to your room to end the day, the door bell rang before the noise of keys opening the door filling your ears. But something was different today, he didn't call out to you like usual; no. Just silently entered and weakly smiled at you. Just that sad-tired expression from him that told you he went through something, maybe the ride here or the mission; but now, all you cared about was to make that boy smile brightly once more.
“Johnny, why so grim? You'd usually jump on me the moment you'd see my face. But now? You look like Simon told you he wants you to shut up. (Usually, he never does that)”
By this time, he said nothing. Just a sad sigh and slumped his shoulders to you, respectfully.. you didn’t push him further, but to give him the tub of ice-cream? Yeah, now you remember you already ran out of it. Netflix? You’re not even sure he seems to be in the mood. But then you remembered that he loves sweets. Your sweets specifically. You’re quite the baker, so of course he’d like it. Said it was “unintentionally skill”, but really? Maybe it was just talent. But now you have an idea of how to cheer him up; maybe you too.
The moment you invited him to bake with you, his face lit up so bright it seems like all the sadness and tiredness never existed. Of course he’d accept happily, his face gave a big grin when you took out the ingredients, cook book and much more.
“Ay bonnie, so what are we Makin’ today? Cookies? Or something else complex? Like Croissants maybe? I dinnae you still have the energy to make this for me.”, he flipped through your cookbook before you snatched it from his hand, chuckling slightly. “A simple vanilla cake will-do Johnny”
The making dough was almost hilarious, He mistook vanilla essence for chocolate. The entire process was fun too. Whipped cream means your faces is covered in it. Then comes baking, silly boy thought it was supposed to go 500°f. Well that would just burn the cake. But after all the chaos, there it lays a vanilla cake make by the both of you. Its not perfect or precisely by the manual.. but what made it taste better?
It was the time you 2 spent together at 12pm at night, just to cheer each other up. Those were great memories.
(This is my firat fanfic! Please give me some suggestions on how to make it better! Thank you for the support!♡)
