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boyfriend! soap x afab! reader

TW: cheating, violence, hitting with frying pan, being tied up, anger, angst? idk, anger, betrayal, but also kind of happy ending lol,

NO SMUT but mdni probably

theres not really any pronouns for the reader but he calls her bonnie and shes just very girly so i would say she's a girl or afab!

disclaimer this is probably so bad like i just had an idea and here it is also ive never published anything on here so yeah...... erm idek if anyone is even gonna like this might delete this highkey this is probably so corny or something help

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Tongue running over your top teeth, your jaw clenched as you read the messages.

Johnny: I’ll meet you with the money. ;)

Allie: cant wait ! <3

Johnny: I’ll be in the black pickup. Let’s make this quick, can't have her noticing.

Allie: :)

The messages, shared shamelessly between your boyfriend, Johnny, and your best friend, Allie. You seethed with burning anger, hatred, and a sad feeling of betrayal.

How could they do this to you? you had thought to yourself, running over mental images in your mind.

Were you not enough?

Your lip curled in disgust at the laptop screen. Your boyfriend's phone was connected to your shared MacBook, allowing you to see all of the texts between them. Fucking idiot, you thought, scoffing at his stupidity at getting caught.

He would get home very soon. In an hour or so, you knew.

You hopped onto your own phone, blocking your best friend's number, not wanting her to ever be able to reach you again.

And, it's not like you had read any previous messages. These were clearly messages that you weren't meant to find. You had seen enough from these two, you wanted both of them out of your life. To think that you were merely a bridge for their connections? They met through you, and you had only facilitated their abilities to be around each other! They're both fucking traitors, leeches, at best! Oh, God, you had thought. I'm so naïve.

You practically snarled at the thought, a nauseating feeling appearing in your stomach, festering from the years of pent-up emotions buried deep within. Great. Another thing to add to the list of things haunting you.

You plopped down lazily on your loveseat couch, tears welling in your eyes and a familiar feeling of defeat revealing itself to you. A tear slid down your cheek, icyhot, making it's appearance in the darkness of the room. You stared over at the MacBook that was still open, the screen now on standby mode, colorful bubbles bouncing across the screen.

Something dreadful pulled you from your entranced bubble-following, and you jumped up at the sound of his pickup pulling into the driveway of your house. Scurrying over to the kitchen, you grabbed a frying pan out of your cabinet, holding it up in self-defense.

So help me, God, you thought, I'm gonna knock this motherfucker out.

You watched from the darkness of the entryway of your kitchen, stealthily hidden between the wall and your trashcan. You observed the door opening, him throwing his stupid fucking scarf over the ledge in the entryway, happily smiling, only to find the house... dark. He caught sight of the MacBook, and furrowed his eyebrows. "Bonnie... I'm back," he spoke, looking around, as he stepped further into the foyer.

He searched, listened, for any sign of you, but didn't seem to get one.

"My love?"

"You're home early," you said, quickly, as he walked by the entryway of the kitchen, before you swung the frying pan and hit him straight in the head with a whack, forcing him to the floor.

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Once his eyes peeled open, a terrible pounding at his head engulfed him. He tried to move, but he was... tied against something. A chair.

At first, the soldier he was, he believed he was captured for an interrogation, and immediately flooded with panic at the thought of you not being alright. He started to wrestle against the duct tape holding him, desperately looking around.

But he was met with the sight of you. Looking down at him, seemingly... angry?

"Bonnie!" he gasped, looking up at you, relieved to see you okay, before furrowing his eyebrows. "What's- what's thi-" he started.

"Shut your dumb fucking mouth," you hissed, leaning down to his level.

"Allie, huh?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"My best fucking friend? The person I trusted the most in this world that wasn't you!" you spat, eyes narrowing angrily.

Looking confused, and, a bit terrified to say the least, he peered up at you, his eyes glossing over.

"Bonnie, I really don't-"

You interrupted him again, slamming your finger down on the space bar of the MacBook, waking the screen up to display the text messages between the two of them. Shoving it in his face, your face twisted into an angry frown.

His glistening, blue eyes scanned over the screen of the laptop, taking in what he was reading. He didn't respond, only looking up at you with a sad look in his eyes.

Did you not like surprises, maybe?

"B-but, my love-"

"Mouth shut," you spat, again, shutting the laptop.

"Oh, the glory. The glory of being a soldier, Johnny MacTavish. A sergeant, you are. I bet everyone loves you, like I do, the funny, smiling in everyone's face, laughing and joking, Johnny. I bet your Captain wouldn't approve of you being a lying, conniving, evil fucking traitor!" you yelled, kicking his shin.

"Bonnie, what?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"How can you act like you don't know what I'm talking about?" you choked, flopping down in a chair next to him.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," he said, quietly, looking hurt and tired.

"Oh?" you asked, perking up, a sarcastic smile on your face.

"A surprise? Boy, am I fucking surprised! Hey, y/n, look, surprise! I'm fucking your best friend, and I'm paying her for it too!" you mimicked.

"What?" he asked, looking confused and horrified.

"Oh, come on!" you replied, angrily.

"Release me from this-" he peered behind himself, observing his wrists tied together at the back of the chair, "from this tape, right now, y/n."

"Not until you admit you've fucked up. Then, once I untie you, you have an hour to get the fuck out of my sight."

"What? N-No!" he hissed, fighting against the duct tape.

"If you think, even for a second, that I want you in my sight after this, you're fucking insane," you declared, inching around behind him, until he couldn't see you anymore.

"Admit it. Admit that you're a liar, and a cheater."

"But M'not," he said, struggling to turn his head and look at you.

"Really tempted to knock you out with this pan again."

"You hit me with a pan? Is that why my head is poundin-"

"ADMIT IT!"

"NO!"

"I'm raising this pan," you whispered, and he watched the shadow of it raise behind him with horrified eyes.

"Bonnie, how much of those messages did you read?" he asked, swallowing thickly.

"Oh, I decided I'd seen enough sexting after the first four messages I'd read," you spat.

With a snap, the tape securing his wrists broke, and he scrambled out of the chair, backing up against the wall away from you. Huffing and puffing, he observed your form- angry, disheveled, almost, hair stringy and draped over you, in your summer frock that you enjoy gardening in. His heart melted a bit at the sight, but it was quickly swallowed by his fear of you rushing at him with the pan.

He caught your arm before you could bring the thing all the way down on him, and snatched it away from you with a grunt. He set the pan down quickly, not wanting to appear any harm to you, and raised his hands.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it. He tapped the screen a few times, and set the phone down slowly on the table before looking up at you, eyes glossy.

You approached slowly, arms uncrossing themselves, and leaned down to read the messages, the screen lighting up your tired face in the darkness of the dining room.

Johnny: Hello, is this Allie? This is Johnny, y/n's boyfriend. I was wondering if you'd be able to help me with something. I know you're good with surprises, y/n has told me about your surprise party antics!

Allie: hi! yes, that's me :)) what's on your mind, then?

Johnny: Well, I was planning on proposing to her.

Allie: OHMYGOD!!!! YES! :0

Johnny: Haha. I was thinking the beach as the destination, but I can't find time to go and pick up the ring from the jeweler, so do you think you could grab it for me? I'll pay you back!

Allie: yes, i'll be able to. how much should i bring?

Johnny: $1,450

Allie: no problem! just bring me the cash right after, if you don't mind. then we can discuss the whole party thing

Johnny: Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. Read 4:57 p.m.

Your breath hitched as you read through the messages, and you peered up at Johnny, eyes wide with surprise and sadness.

"Oh," you said, quietly, standing there dumb and aimlessly.

Johnny reached into his pocket, pulled out what appeared to be a red velvet box, and set it down on the kitchen table. It was briefly lit up by the phone screen until the screen went dark.

Silence fell upon the both of you. Awkward, guilty, hurt, confused, shocked silence.

"This was supposed to be a surprise," he sighed, sitting down in one of the chairs at the table, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm- I'm sorry," you said, quietly, avoiding his gaze, guilt plaguing you. I mean, shit, you'd whacked his ass with a frying pan and tied him up. And he wasn't even guilty.

"I forgive you, Bonnie," he shook his head, smiling up at you, before reaching to the side of his head where the radiating pain was coming from.

"Though my brains are probably mush, by now. You got me good. Serves me right, though, I suppose, how I made that look," he huffed, a sad smile on his face as he looked up at you from where he sat.

"I understand if you don't wanna marry me, now," you choke, wiping your eye swiftly to prevent a tear from escaping.

He didn't reply, a solemn sigh escaping him.

"I would've never done this if I had known. I'm sorry I ruined the surprise, I ruined everything, I broke your trust probably-" you started, choking as you began to cry.

You covered your face in shame, hiding away from him, guarding yourself. You sobbed, frantically, realizing that you'd probably just fucked up two of the best relationships ever gifted to you by the heavens above.

Unbeknownst to you, Johnny stood up, and grabbed the velvety box, opening it up. He knelt down to the floor, and, with the sound of his rustling, you uncovered your face, blinking down at him. You let out another sob at the sight.

"Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, y/n?" he asked, quietly, solemnly, but shakily. You could hear the fear in his voice.

"Get up," you huffed out a laugh, softly, before letting another sob out.

"And yes, I'll marry you, even with a dent in your fuckass mohawk from the frying pan."

He stood up happily, and engulfed you in a loving hug, seemingly forgetting about the entire ordeal earlier.

"Hey, my mohawk is not fuckass. Also, that was my favorite frying pan," he huffed, before dipping down to plant a soft, loving kiss on your lips.

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