My name's Vander (or Das for those who know), and I enjoy writing and art (tho I never post art on Tumblr.) Anyway, here is my intro and my request board for asks. I've taken away some of the characters I'll write for because they were never really requested.
So I mainly write Call fo Duty stuff and you'll see that as you tour my blog posts. I mainly write for Modern Warfare (reboot or OG but mainly reboot as that's what I've played) but I can give other cod characters a shot if you truly want them!
List of the most popular ones/ones I do the most:
Any of the 141 (Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, etc.)
Any 141 adjacent characters (Farah, Alex, Nikolai, etc.)
Kortac (König is probably the best, but I can attempt some of the others if you're interested)
You can request any other characters and I can't certainly give it a shot.
Also, I write gender-neutral by default if you're requesting an x reader. However, I will do Ghost x Soap as well as Canon x OC (but you must give me something to work with or if I know you, just drop the name and I'll give it my best shot).
NikPrice pleaseeeeeee, (Mayhaps some ThemaNikPrice even if you’re up for it, plus Nolan x Konig there... Again)
Nolan x Konig stuff too, I wanna see moee of mah babies 😭💔
I hope you know, after I wrote this I had to go back and change every "Price" to "John" because my brain refused to write John in the first place. Might have missed one or two when correcting.
John grunts as the morning light manages to shine right through the blinds and into his eyes. Quickly closing them, he feels the arms around his waist tighten with a nose buried even further into his neck.
"Go back to sleep, *Milyy*. Too early." So that solved the mystery of who was clinging to his back, Nikolai's words a deep rumble of surety.
"You know what time it is?" John can feel the arms tighten even more, a sign he should probably listen to the touchy man this early in the morning.
Ignoring him, John rewards himself a smack to his thigh as he reaches for the phone on the edge of the nightstand. He blinks a few times to adjust his eyes as he stares at the screen. The face of Aethena's Lieutenant and his boyfriend light up the room showing a time of nine hundred. John swears it feels later than that.
The phone thunks back on the nightstand as the Captain scoots himself backward into the arms of his boyfriend once more with a sigh.
"Where's Aethena?" John cautiously asks as he pulls Nikolai's arm back over himself.
"They went to make us breakfast for in bed to surprise us. She bumped her hip into the corner of the nightstand and cursed up a storm. I admire you for being able to sleep through it."
"She know you woke up?"
"Nyet. I pretended I slept through it. I make convincing snores."
"Then she knows you were awake."
"Rude. What is it you say to your Sergeant? A cheeky bastard?" Nikolai chuckles and pokes a sensitive spot at the bottom of John's ribs causing him to jerk and swat the hand away. "That's what you are. A cheeky bastard."
"You love it."
"I do, but I think I love you more." At Nikolai's words, John feels his face heat up. He shoves the man off of him and sits up on the bed with a grumble.
John pulls himself up off the bed and stretches. A few joints pop, but that's expected st thus point in his life. He remembers when Soap made a comment that his joints make the sound of popping limbs off of plastic dolls. Why he would know such a thing is the better question to ask, but the man did grow up with all older sisters. "Think it's about time we go see what Aethena managed to create without burning the house down."
"Da. He should not be left alone for very long in the kitchen. They make good food... about fifty percent of the time. It is always a gamble."
Nikolai stands from the bed and ruffles John's already messy hair and walks out the door. John smiles to himself with a shake of his head before following after, he still wonders how he got where he is today.
Reader and Soap wash clothes? Ig? Idk how else to describe this one, chat
Staring at the pile of laundry before you, not even just your own because Soap decided he truly needed to add his own clothing to the pile, you decide you definitely need to take a trip down the hall to get this sorted. However, as if a higher power were watching out for you, the devil whose name is John MacTavish walks through the door. Upon seeing you holding a hefty arm full of the clothing pile, the man tries to walk back out the door.
“Nope. Nuh uh. You're helping with the laundry. This is a monster we've both created.” As you speak, you can see the smile on Soap's face drop. Similar to that of a dog, he perks back up when you beckon him closer to press a kiss to his cheek. “Behave and we can go watch the demolition demo later on. By behave, I mean help pack these clothes into the baskets to carry down the hall to the laundry room.”
The Scot sighs and shakes his head before beginning to stuff the dirty clothes into the laundry basket. “Why did we let it get this bad?”
“We didn't do anything. You wanted to keep putting it off and off and now I've run out of shirts and I can't really wear yours because you've run out of shirts too. Don't think I haven't noticed that shirt you've sniffed three times and worn four times.”
“I was trying to be sneaky about it. I see I have failed in this regard.”
“You're not exactly subtle, love.”
Getting the clothes to the laundry room was a bit of a hassle, but the two of you were successful in getting everything there. Only a few socks and shirts were dropped along the way with a swift pick up. After loading everything into the washers, you step back and turn to Soap who was checking out the assortment of detergent along the wall, of which you could get with a few coins.
“Checking out the competition, Soap?”
“Shush, you.” He turns to face you. His smile on his face giving away the happiness not found in his voice. “Was just seeing what this place even had to work with.”
You shrug, you bring your own stuff to use, always have. You didn't have a clue what the base had to use. “Probably cheap stuff.”
“I don't even know these brands. The hell is Koala Klean? What does freshwater even smell like? These are absurd.”
“That is why I bring my own stuff to use. Knowing how this place likes to spend money, I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up with a full body wash just from smelling them.”
Soap hums in agreement
The clothes end up dry after a few hours of you and Soap chatting away and playing games on your phones together. Organizing the clothes with minimal distraction from Soap proves to take about twenty minutes. Eventually, the two of you end up with fresh clothes and a date to go see the demolition later, you made a promise after all and Soap behaved.
Cpt. Aethena x Cpt. Price 🥺 (Ft. König AND Nolan perhaps?) probably doing paperwork but getting dragged to do something like watch TV in the commons of the barracks on a double date?
I might do a second part but it was getting so long 💀
The knock on the door had come as a surprise to the two. It was rather late in the evening, the captains had decided to retire to their shared room to work on some last-minute paperwork while catching up on what they had missed from the other while the Earth rotated. Aethena, having just finished their stack, turned to Price as the soft knock rapped against the door. Price looked towards the door, having thought he was hearing things, but another soft knock afterwards solidified the fact he wasn’t. With a grunt, he stands up and moves the open the door to be greeted by a man a few inches shorter than himself and with hair that could only be described as orange. The male, whose facial hair appeared patchy at first glance, had scars lining his face. Deep, painful-looking ones.
“Sorry to interrupt but König wanted me to ask if you guys wanted to watch Tangled with us.” Price’s eyebrows furrowed, he didn’t have a clue who this Scottish man was, but the voice was eerily familiar. Who the hell asks two captains if they want to watch a Disney princess movie with the large, frankly terrifying Austrian man?
Price feels a hand at his back and moves to the side to let Aethena into the doorway. “Let us wrap up this paperwork from the training earlier and we’ll be in the rec room in 10 alright?”
The ginger man nods his head with an uneasy smile and moves to walk down the hallway. Just listening to him walk, his uneasy gait, was proof to Price that the boy had seen a bit more than his fair share of combat.
“A recruit you’ve made friends with?” Price shifts back over to his desk and sighs as he sits in his chair. The creaking of its structure tells how well-loved it is.
“No? Why would… John, honey, did you not know what that was?” Aethena’s head tilts to the side, damn their owl-like tendencies and how loveable they were.
“Never seen the man in my life. Didn’t know you went around befriending the Scottish.” He sniffs and scoots his chair to finish what he had left off on. If they had to go watch some silly movie in ten minutes, he could at least finish up this small stack so he had less to worry about coming back afterward.
“That… well it makes sense you’ve never seen him before, I guess, the idiot walks around in a creepy mask. What is it with lieutenants and mask-making? Is that a requirement?” Aethena chuckles.
Price squinted down at this paperwork, which he had ignored in favor of figuring out who the hell the man was. “McLoughlin?”
“Mhmm. Bet you’d never have guessed the man was a ginger, would you?”
A shake of a head later, Price speaks. “No, suppose I wouldn't have…”
“You can ask if you want. Nolan knew you were here and he willingly walked here without his mask on, meaning he trusts you whether that be of his own will or because I trust you.”
“His face… what happened? Is that why he wears a mask all the time?”
“Part of the reason. He didn’t used to, not until he witnessed the death of his second almost-fiance.”
“Second?”
“The first is what got him carved like a jack-o-lantern, a kidnapping/hostage situation. He doesn’t talk much about it, but I’ve read his file. He’d answer anything you asked him about it, just doesn’t want to be the one to talk first.”
“Hmm.” Price seems to think on something as he flips through a few sheets of paper before looking toward Aethena. “Suppose we shouldn't keep them waiting.”
“Not going to finish that pile up? I know you thought about it.”
“I could, but then we'd miss the poor attempt at setting up a double date.”
“You think that's what that was? You think Nolan is with König?”
“Maybe not together-together, but they do have something going on.”
“Agreed.” Aethena sighs and smiles at Price before nudging his shoulder. “Let's get going. Nolan always makes a shit ton of popcorn and I don't think the two of them will eat it. Probably why König sent Nolan to get us.”
Price wraps an arm around Aethena and begins to lead them out the door. “Yeah why Tangled? You know what's up with that?”
Would I be able to request Ghost with a prek/kindergarten teacher? Maybe helping her make decorations for the classroom or building cubby’s for the classroom?
Thank you!
Sorry for the delayed response. Got caught up in uni work, but I hope you like it!
"Why is everything so tiny?" Simon nudged a rather small chair away from an equally as small circular table.
Because they're tiny. I am a kindergarten teacher after all. Everything is small because it promotes a better learning environment for the children. They're small, so having things in their size lets them experience things in the way an adult would." You bump the chair back into place with your knee and move to set the box down on one of the tables with a heavy thump
"I... guess that makes sense. Do you have a normal-sized chair I can sit in, preferrably Simon-sized so I don't get stuck in it?"
"I have my stool behind mt desk, but I'm going to be sitting on it to finish up some lesson plans. Which while zi work on those you'll be putting together paper chains to hang around my classroom. I need links of 100, as many as you can make before you run out of paper. Chop chop, mister." You clap your hands together and toss your hair over your shoulder as you walk toward your desk. You can hear Simon grumble behind you before you hear the creaking groan of him finding a seat in on of the tiny chairs. Consider yourself impressed it didn't break with his weight.
The rhythm of you typing away on your keyboard combined with the rustling of paper from Simon, it was relaxing in your classroom. Your classroom had a calming aura to it with its dimmed lighting and purple and green theme. You tried your best to not get distracted from your task, but seeing the tall and broad man sitting before you at a tiny kindergarten table using kiddie scissors to cut up strips of construction paper to glue together made you smile. You felt your heart melt at the thought this big man would do anything for you if you asked. Maybe you could convince him to play a tree in the play you wanted to host later in the year.
Distracted from looking at him, you barely notice him sealing the last of the steps together creating about 4 chains. He stretches his fingers and looks over his shoulder toward you with a glare, but you could see the hints of a smile in the same eyes. "I think that's the rest of them. Anything else you want me to do?"
You dart your eyes away back to your screen. Despite trying your best to not get distracted, you had lost your place within your work. You really needed to finish this up before class started up again the following week, so you glanced around the room to see what else he could do. Just your luck, but you spotted some boxes to the side that you had been meaning to put together for some years now. The cubbies had been in storage in your back closest for a while, you just kept putting them on the back burner. Better now than ever, you suppose. "You could out together those cubbies and line them up by the door. I have some screwdrivers in my desk. Not sure what you'd need."
Simon grunted in agreement and moved over toward your desk to retrieve the screwdrivers you pulled from your drawer. With a quick swipe, the tools were gone and Simon was off on a mission to put those cubbies together. Thankfully, he was working out of your direct line of sight so you wouldn't be distracted by the horrifically tight black T-shirt he wore as it stretched across his back as he moved.
Eventually, everything was finished up and you were thankful for the help, even though you did have to bribe Simon a bit. Though you believe he wanted to spend the day with you anyway considering he wasn't sure how long his leave would last. Regardless, you finally could mark those items off your to do list and worry about spending the next day relaxing in bed with Simon.
TW: Death of Family Members; shorter than normal and more headcanon-y
You had just gotten the call that changed everything. Your parents, whom you've been waiting to get time to go visit, had been seriously injured in a car accident. The hospital back in your hometown Had called to share the information, with a warning that they most likely wouldn't make it through the night. Even a flight back home wouldn't make it till tomorrow morning, you were stuck where you were and couldn't do a thing. König had been there through it all, through the entire phone call. As soon as he heard you say who you were, he knew something about the call wasn't good. No one ever called you, you were more of a texter than anything else.
König was instantly by your side, his arm around you while his hand rubbed at the arm folded across your chest with the feeling of anxiety. He had heard everything on the phone so as soon as you hung up, he was pulling you into his chest and pressing his lips to the top of your head while whispering soft words.
You were rather grateful to have him there in the moment, the anchor was life-saving in the moment. Knowing he would hold you the entire night, keep you safe in his arms while you grieved, was the world to you. Even after it had passed, he was by your side through all the processing. You were grateful to have him by your side, forever and always.
“How about I pour you a glass on the house, you look a hit worked up. Something bothering you?” Price startles at the voice coming from beside him. He'd been so out of it he didn't realize the Bartender had gone down the line and reached him at the end already.
“Ah. Yeah. Just some work stuff.” Price sniffs and rubs at his nose before clearing this throat. “Being in charge of men who don't want to listen, for better or worse. Love the boys, but sometimes they make me do much more paperwork than necessary.”
“Military yeah?”
“How'd you tell?”
The Bartender chuckles and shakes their head before placing a glass on the counter from behind the bar. “You're wearing a shirt that says Captain John Price on the breast pocket. Made some assumptions because you didn't look like you played on a sports team. Only one other captain I could think of.”
Price looks down at his shirt, totally forgetting he'd thrown on the blasted thing. It was all he had left in his drawer that wasn't in the laundry basket. “Seems so. If you're still thinking about letting me have that drink, I might have to take you up on it. Seems I've gone and embarrassed myself.”
The bartender lets out a bark of laugWhat'and bangs their hand on the bar top twice before snorting. They shake their head and scoot the glass toward Price. “What're we feeling today, Captain?”
“Hate to admit it to the bastard I'm annoyed with, but in the spirit of my anger hit me with a scotch. Neat preferably.”
The Bartender winks and crouches blow the counter for a few seconds before popping back up. He begins pouring the drink with a laugh. “My kinda man, it seems. Anything else I can get for the Captain?”
Price seems to think for a moment before smiling, his mustache riding up with the movement. “Your number, maybe? Here I went and embarrassed myself once, hoping that's enough for this interaction.”
The bartender laughs and taps the counter again. “I'll see about it, Captain.”
Price watches the bartender move away and begin serving the others at the bar once again, he continues to sip at his drink with a sigh. Worth a shot, regardless.
Eventually, the end of his bar trip comes to an end and he waves for his tab. He had gotten a few refills throughout the evening after the first glass was poured. The Bartender from before slides his tab over to him to sign off on it and written on it is a scribbled out number followed by a smiley face with a note reading ‘Don't worry about it. I paid. Hope to talk more, Captain.’
Price looks up from the paper to see the bartender send a wink his way with a smile before turning around to continue serving. He carefully tucks the paper into his wallet while leaving a generous tip. He wasn't about to let the other get away with nothing after all, cheeky bastard.
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“What do you think about ordering out?” You ask as you rummage through your various storage locations within your kitchen and find out you don't have a single thing.
“You have that chicken in the fridge, just do that.” Simon sets his book down on his leg and looks over toward you. “It needs to be fixed anyway, I don't want it to go bad.”
You deeply sigh, open the fridge, and grab the chicken to examine it. “Don't have anything else to go with it.”
“I can handle the chicken while you fix that broccoli in the freezer. I think we have some of those instant potatoes somewhere.” The man stands with a grunt after placing his book to the side. He joins you in the kitchen by washing his hands and snatching the package of chicken from you. While placing it on the counter, he crouches down to grab a pan from the cupboard. Ceasing Simon turns to look at you with an eseoerated look on his face before it quickly turns into a smile. “Can’t resist anything, can you?”
“Absolutely not.” You pat his back and move around him to grab whatever it is you needed from the freezer. Being in charge of frozen broccoli was a very important mission after all.
Once the bag of broccoli was placed in the microwave and the timer was counting down, you began to hunt the kitchen for the bag of instant potatoes that was promised. Sneaking by Simon, not without another tap to his rear, you eventually find the bag of instant mashed potatoes that luckily was still in date. While the broccoli was microwaving, you began the process of standing next to Simon at the stove to boil the water. Eventually, he knocks his hip into your own and wraps an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to his side. Simon presses a kiss into your hairline, which gives you enough of a chance to sneak another rear tap.
With minimal damage to each of your prides, the meal was eventually created and the table was set. As you were placing down plates and silverware for the both of you, Simon had disappeared into the depths of the house in search of something. When asked, he simply told you not to break anything and snuck down the hallway.
As you began scooping out serving for the both of you, Simon returned while holding something behind his back. As he steps closer, you tug his arm to reveal the hidden item. The item turned out to be a very basic-looking candle, with no label to even suggest it was scented, but that wasn’t what truly mattered. He flicked a lighter out of his pocket and lit it. After carefully lighting the candle, he placed it in the middle of the table with a bashful smile. Tossing the lighter on the kitchen counter, he sat down in his chosen spot with a grin. “I can’t believe we didn’t manage to burn anything. It truly smells nice.”
“We had plenty of fun making it together, so even if it did turn out terrible, the journey we had along the way was worth much more than a tasty dinner.”
“Very cheesy, but I agree. Even if you got more than a few smacks of my arse thrown in there in an attempt to distract me.”
You raise an eyebrow as you turn over toward Gaz, your phone flopping down on the best beside you. He seemed rather tired. “Do what?”
“Not fall asleep scrolling on your phone this late. You're putting me to sleep just watching you.”
“I'm not sure, to be honest. Just mindless, numb stimulation. I don't even pay attention to half of what I scroll through.”
Gaz hums in acknowledgement and snags your phone from where it was resting beside you. He plugs it in and unceremoniously tosses it on the floor next to the bed. “Then let's stop doom scrolling for night, yeah? You'll put us both to sleep before I get to do what I want.”
“What you want? Wha-”
Gaz is quick to snag you by the clothes and yank you under the covers. You feel his cool hands tickle at your sides. No amount of kicking can save you from his tickles, the blanket only getting tangled around you both. “I must appease the tickle monster. His voice beckons me to his realm.”
“Bullshi-”
The tickles do not cease before you manage to get a freed elbow and knock Gaz lightly in the face. Both of you laugh and huff out air as he pulls you into his chest. You bat a wandering hand away, afraid he will try again with the ticking touches. Instead he takes your hand and presses a soft kiss to the back of it, a smile painting his face. Then another to your knuckles, then another to your wrist. Soon he travels up your arm, stopping to press kisses light enough that the faint ticklish feeling follows the path.
He eventually makes his way to your neck, pressing a kiss to a spot he knows makes you twitch with how sensitive the spot is. With a laugh, you try to nudge his head away but he just nuzzles his face deeper into your skin. With a final kiss pressed to your jaw, he removes himself from the immediate space. You can still feel his warm breath against your cheek as you turn to look into his eyes. His smile gleams. “Sleepy now?”
“I could be convinced.”
“Hmm. How about this?” He presses a kiss to the side of your mouth.
“A little to the left.” A kiss to the other side of your mouth, you groan and wrap your arms around his shoulder to pull him in closer. Your foreheads touch gently.
“Did I miss?”
“Yes.” You lean forward and press your mouth to his, a faint laugh sounding from you both.
“Your version is much better.”
“It always is.” You smile as he tucks you against his chest, both falling asleep soon after.
“You don't talk about your family much.” König seemed a bit confused as he looked over at the man beside him on the train. The two were packed together in a rather small seat, well the seat was average sized but König was a fair share above average. Nolan wasn't all that small either, at least broadly.
“Soap talks about them enough that I don't feel the need to.” Nolan rolls his head to the side, his neck popping, to look at König.
“Ja. Soap speaks of his family, but you never speak of yours.”
Nolan blinks slowly before furrowing his eyebrows. The Scot sits up in his seat and turns his body to face König. “Are you serious?”
“Of Course I am. I just assumed you had ill will toward your family, but we’re currently on a train to see them so that didn't seem to add up in my mind.”
Nolan snorted and leaned back in his chair with a thud, he was starting to get restless. His skin felt like it was thumping and he'd picked his nail beds raw just in a few hours they were on the train. “Soap and I are brothers, König.”
The Austrian tilts his head. “Brothers?”
“Sort of. Our mothers are identical twins, Which makes me and Soap genetically half brothers. When our families merged when everyone found out, we were just called ‘the brothers’ because we were the only men besides Soap's father around the house. Soap and I refer to each other as such, even though by relation we're cousins.”
“That… makes a lot of sense. I am completely surprised I did not know this about you. You act similar and look alike.”
“Away an bile yer heid.”
“Ah, ah, ah. You can no longer use that against my ignorance. Your lovely brother-in-law taught me what that meant when Soap said it to Gaz.”
“Brother-in-law?”
“Ghost, ja?”
“They aren't married, König.”
“They might as well be. They argue like a married couple. Just the other day they were arguing over what blanket they should buy for their bed. I snuck a peak and the blankets looked exactly the same, just different colors. It amazes me how people are like that.”
“I don't really understand the whole couple thing, not really. Always gave it my best and you know how that turned out.”
“I think you do the couple thing perfectly fine! Sure we aren't exactly conventional compared to Ghoap-”
“Did you just-”
“But we make it work, ja? Aroaceing against the world.” König draws his hand through the air as if giving a performance.
“I don't think that's a word.”
“It doesn't matter if it's a word. We work well together, mein Schotte, and that's what matters.” König finishes his statement by poking Nolan on the nose. “It also helps that you are very adorable.”
“I kill men with my bare hands, König.”
“Ja! That only helps!”
“You're crazy, absolutely crazy. I don't know how your brain works sometimes.”
“It keeps people thinking. It's quite entertaining.”
Nolan scoffs and shakes his head. His dual colored gaze looks out the window at the fast passing nature. “I think we're almost there. I want out of here as fast as we can go. Don't like the rush of people.”
The reader shares an offering of chocolate with Ghost.
While carefully balancing the heavy box in one arm, you unlock Ghost's room door with the other. The man inside looks up from his bed, from which he was watching a video of something on his laptop. Simon gently closes the laptop and shifts off the bed to take the box from you without so much as a word.
“Is there any reason you're bringin’ a giant box in ‘ere?” He seems a bit skeptical,
“It's for us!”
“Ah, thank you for clarifying.” Ghost side eyes you as he sets the box down, he quickly slips a knife from who knows where with a flick of his wrist. The slide of the knife along the tape is smooth, no snagging, but impressive considering you had just tried to open the box with a pair of old, rusted scissors with no luck.
“Just open it. You'll Like it.”
The man still seems a bit suspicious of the random action, but he trusts you. Which is evident by him carefully opening the flaps of the box to reveal a rather large assortment of candy, sweets, and biscuits. “What in the…”
“The little sweet shop on the corner back home, you know the one, had an Anniversary sale and because the owner is so sweet to me, said I could fill a box with what I wanted for twenty quid. I got some of my favorites and some of yours and some I think we would both like if we tried them out.”
“This is… a lot.”
“Yeah… I only filled it halfway because I felt guilty but the sweet older woman who owns the store kept telling me to take more and even kept throwing stuff in there as well. I've known her since I was a child, she's practically a second grandmother to me.”
“That's very kind of her.”
“It is!” You reach into the box and pull out a bag of what appeared to be some sort of salted chocolate. The bag is quickly opened and a chocolate is held out to Ghost. “Take it. Tell me what you think.”
He takes a small bite of the chocolate once taking the sweet from your hand. He hums in approval before tossing the rest in his mouth. “Pretty good. The caramel has a really nice softness.” A small smile paints his face. You knew he liked chocolate, so upon mentioning this fact to the old woman at the store, she had eagerly put some of her top sellers in the box.
“I swear the woman is magic with her recipes and skills.”
Ghost chuckles and snags another chocolate from the bag before popping it in his mouth. “She must have good taste.” He speaks with a smirk forming on his face.
Can you do headcanons and/or a short blurb for König, Soap, and Price with a fem!s/o who constantly gets hate and bullied online for no reason? She hasn’t done anything wrong she just likes to post things that she made and is proud of, like photography, art, edits, etc. They see her reading comments and trying not to cry, how would they be in the moment?
It’s totally fine if you don’t want to or if you need time there’s no rush!<3
Added a read more because I got super into this and the post is very long. Hopefully, this is good to read, definitely had fun writing it! 💚
König:
"What is wrong, mein Schatz?" The man seemed greatly concerned upon finding you with tears in your eyes while looking at your phone.
"Just some... mean comments. Nothing bad." Your hand reaches up to wipe at your eyes but König stops you. He settles down next to you and the pad of his thumb gently caresses your cheek.
"Nothing bad? Anything mean towards you is automatically considered bad. What is it about?" His brows furrow in concern as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear to better hold your face in his hand.
"Just some bad reactions to a photo I posted. It wasn't the best photo, but I was proud of it and I think that's why it hurts a bit more."
"Oh nein, nein, nein. Nothing could ever be bad if it came from you. Creativity should not be judged and ridiculed, no matter the person. And it definitely shouldn't be yours either." He holds out his hand and makes a grabby motion. "Give me your phone. I will get rid of all the comments so you won't have to look at them and I will replace them with my own."
"You don't have to do that. I just need to get over it."
"I am still going to do it. Gib mir jetzt das Handy." He makes the hand motion and you hand over the phone. The man seems a bit upset about some of the comments, but he happily deletes them as he pulls you closer to him with his free arm. "This happens again and you come to me, ja?"
Soap:
"What has you all worked up?" He raises an eyebrow as he sits down on the couch next to you. You gladly lean into the arm Soap wraps around your shoulders.
"It's nothing really. Just... need to get over myself." You sniffle and move to tuck your phone away but he's much quicker. Soap snags it out of your grip as you exclaim at him to give it back.
"Nah. Nope. Not giving it back till I know what has you all worked up. Can't stand to see you upset like this, lassie. You being sad makes me sad, and that's a crime against nature."
You fight back a sniffle as you watch him scroll through the post you had open of a picture of a painting you and posted because you were rather proud of it. "You don't need to worry about it."
"Oh, I absolutely need to worry about it because it's my right to worry over my girlfriend." He begins to scroll through the comment section and his smile drops. "Is it the painting you posted? The comments from the asses?"
Your silence is greeted with a grunt and a few pings from your phone of Soap deleting the comments. You sniffle and press your face into his shoulder.
"Boom. All gone. I'd have a go with them if I could. Smash all their faces in. Your painting was absolutely stunning. Right bonnie like the artist who painted it."
Price:
Price wasn't sure what had you crossing you phone on the nightstand with a huff, had you crossing your arms and deeply sighing with a shaky breath of air. He wasn't as attached to the device like you were, didn't quite understand the importance of it other than for communication. "Did your phone die?"
"No. Still at sixty percent, just... upset over something."
Price hums in acknowledgement as he removes his shoes before sitting on the bed next to you. Rolling to face you, a hand rests on your hip and rubs soft circles into the sliver of skin that showed. "Care to share with the class?"
"It's... I made a post about this edit I made. It was the first edit I made in quite some time. It wasn't the greatest edit ever, not viral-worthy either, but I was proud of it."
"An edit?"
"Like... a series of clips of a TV show or movie or video game set to music. It's... I can't explain it well, but that isn't what mattered."
"Well, regardless of what it was, in sure it was great. You're a creative person, and if it made you proud then it made you proud. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks if you enjoyed it and had fun with it, then that's what truly matters. I'm sure people liked it, but comments usually come from people who are jealous of your abilities. Don't let them get to you, love." He smiles and pulls you closer to press a heavy kiss to your neck. "And certainly don't let them have the satisfaction of knowing they got to you. I'll fight off every one of those... haters? Whatever they're called, they don't deserve to know you."
Could be his bed, could be your own, but there definitely a bed getting tucked.
Once you're warm and cozy, Price will bring you your favorite warm drink (bonus points if you both like the same kind of tea).
If he doesn't have anything else to do for the day, he'll gladly stay and cuddle with you.
The man's probably tired himself from the day and any extra time spent with you is well worth it.
If he needs to go back to work, he'd at least stay around until he made sure you were asleep.
Price would run his fingers across your hair and smile at your relaxed face.
He treasures how much you trust him in these moments.
Gaz:
You might be tired and he might not be, buthe's making a movie night out of it regardless.
He knows you'll end up falling asleep regardless, but he secretly likes it when you do because you always manage to end up on him in some way (lap/shoulder/etc.)
He'll make you both popcorn and if he's feel extra special, he'll have already gathered some snacks you can both share.
Gaz will hold you tightly and rub your shoulders as you burrito'ed in your blanket while the laptop playing a movie is sat on Gaz's lap.
You'll be fighting off sleep for a good half an hour before Gaz's yawning makes you feel even more tired.
Neither of you makes it through the movie before you're curled into each other's arms and fast asleep.
Ghost:
He's seemingly always constantly busy and you often think he doesn't have a lot of tike for you.
He'd want to give you more of his time, but he considered himself married to his work.
However, you've both come up with a solution for when you're both feeling tired.
Ghost had bought a little lap desk that he could use on the bed so that the both of you could lay side by side.
Careful maneuvering allowed you to curl into his side as he worked on the final pieces of his paperwork for that period.
You'd fall asleep and a few hours after Ghost would have his work finished.
Placing the lap desk on the floor, being careful not the wake you, he would flip over toward you and pull you into his arms.
You could feel the faint traces of his fingers running along your facial features which allowed you to fall into a deeper slumber.
Soap:
He absolutely blabbers you to sleep.
You'll both be cuddled up in bed, him asking sure the covers don't show any skin besides the faces of you both.
He'll tell you stories, either stories he has created throughout the day or stories he had witnessed or had a part in.
He enjoys story telling, but it takes him quite some time to master the quietness of nighttime story telling.
He could still get a but excited at time with his stories, but he mostly kept it under wraps.
Eventually, long after you had fallen asleep, he would wear himself out to be tired right along with you.
He'd press a kiss to your forehead right before he succumbed to sleep, squirm his way further into the blankets, and curl himself around you.
König:
If there's a bath, there's a bath to be had.
Gets all the best smelling stuff even if he's not a huge fan of it.
He knows you like it, so he'll deal with it for your sake.
It probably grows on him because those scents remind him of you.
He isn't a huge bath person himself, but he'd gladly join you if you wished for him to.
König would carefully massage your back and shoulders while cleaning you off.
Presses kisses into your water-warmed skin in spots he knows are ticklish or that make you a touch squirmy.
He'd dry you off and dress you in your favorite pj's, making sure you were comfortable.
As soon as he'd make sure you were comfortable in bed, he'd join you.
