hello, good morning or night! iāve been getting asks if iām open to requests, and iāve been getting a couple request and prompts. but yes, my ask box is wide open for you all.
but please mind that i make my own posts and lil scenarios that i put into a schedule. so, if i get your request itāll be put in queue and scheduled.
it might be a little slow since i make a bulk at a time for when iām not available to post due to school. so iām very sorry if it might be slow.
if i donāt get to it immediately, it most likely means iām sups busy or am having a hard time trying to think about it.
Whenever he has a long day or comes back from deployment, the first thing he wants to do is just lay down with you in bed and sleep for hours. Heās a naturally sleepy giant. But if youāre not by his side or physically touching him in any way, heās an insomniac.
He loves to be able to feel your body heat against his skin when he sleeps. It doesnāt matter how you guys fall asleep as long as heās absolutely smothered in you. Kƶnig will happily fall asleep with your head on his arm while he holds you close, even if he canāt feel his arm after. Heāll rest his head on you chest with your hands rubbing his back.
One thing Kƶnig loves more than cuddling is being little spoon. Thatās it. Not elaborating.
letās ignore my little lazy disappearance and focus on *cough cough* yk
Seeing the fanart and edits made me immediately think of when Michonne was introduced and had the two walkers behind them ,ā:)
Todays hunt was successful! Found multiple cans that are still intact and unspoiled, one or two new shirts since your supply was running low. And a couple squirrel to roast for tonight while your little helper carried the large deer across his back and over his shoulders.
Kƶnig was useful in more ways than one. Yes, yes he did offer you protection and a great disguise. But he was curious, a trait he mustāve clung onto before he turned.
At first it was quite hard for him to submit and learn to follow the first couple weeks. Having to yank the chain whenever he gone astray or refused to move. Earning and annoyed groan before complying.
Over time it was like he was attached to you. He knew exactly what you wanted him to do without saying anything. He knew the exact routine and procedure for every task.
Not only was he obedient, Kƶnig was helpful. Looking out for any other infected in the area while you scavenged and searched for tools, carry the bags and boxes when it got too heavy for you, and even would keep watch when you would set up in a sketchy or unsafe area. Sitting quietly next to you as you slept, making sure to be 900% attentive with every noise and movement.
hey!! i love your writing so so much oh my god. your account is just perfectā if it's not too luch to ask (and forgive me if this is a little long) can i request headcanons with taskforce 141 + masc reader???
reader's kind of distant from the rest of the task force. they all get along with him just fine, does what he's asked to do on missions and all that, but he just feels kind of... absent. nobody really gets what his deal is, but they've gotten used to him. (BONUS POINTS IF HE ALSO WEARS A MADK HE DOESNT TAKE OFF THAT OFTEN... i wanna be cool too </3)
one day he wakes them up, and (to their surprise) tells them that he had a nightmare. this is the softest his voice has ever been and the most he's ever opened upā just. fluff and comfort lolz :p
FIRST TIME WITH FLUFF OR COMFORT!!!
iāve always had a hard time writing this kind of stuff but iām cleaning out my inbox so.. ^^
SORRRYYY IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET TO THIS >3<
it sorta implies angst?? like the nightmare is something serious of an issue?? idk
(Callsign will be Anon to make it easier for me ā¹ļø)
Anon has always been distant, keeping some space and never really contributing to any of the conversations x But they still treasure him just as much as each other. They understand that some people just have a hard time with stuff like that or just donāt wanna get into it in general.
Soap and Ghost always makes constant visual checks to see if heās still part of the group, since heās always quite as a mouse itās hard to keep track of him. Price would make sure to save a seat for him whenever heās a little late. And Gaz would always check up on you from time to time.
They make sure you felt part of the team. Just because Anon doesnāt really have a deep connection with any of them doesnāt make him any less one of them.
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In the middle of a mission they all had to sleep in a safe house for the night. A rather small one since they had to share a room together. Sleeping bags all lined up across the room. One soldier found it hard to get at least a wink of sleep. Priceās and Soapās loud and grumbling snoring didnāt really disturb them since it was practically white noise to him now.
After half an hour Anon finally found the ability to be carried into rest. It was peaceful for a while. Until he woke up violently, body twitched when he woke up from how intense it was. He found that it was hard to keep his breathing under control and try to focus on one thing. Physically and emotionally.
He put this off as a last resort and tried everything to calm himself down. But when all else failed he turned to Ghost beside him. Reaching for his mask and hastily pulling his mask over his head, hesitating before bringing his hand up to shake Ghost awake, heās a light sleeper anyway.
āWhat? What happened?ā After a second to comprehend what was happening he sat up and looked around, thinking something happened, like someone broke in or someone found them. But once he saw his comradeās, somewhat, relaxed but worried eyes and stopped.
Sitting up fully and comfortably, he asked if everything was alright. Judging by his lack of response Ghost nodded, immediately understanding and not making a big deal out of it since this is way out of his comfort zone.
āGo on.ā He nodded his head, sitting next to him and relaxing against the wall, still half asleep but still willing, very willing, to listen and comfort if needed. Ghost listened intently as Anon began to explain and mumble out what happened in his sleep.
āUhm.. Fuckā Now that Iām thinking about this, it sounds stupidāā Looking down and fiddling with the edge of his sleeping bag Anonās interrupted by Ghost.
āJust tell me. Youāve already got me upā Heās probably not the best one for comfort, but he knows heās trying, not the best with his words, but heās willing to listen.
It stuns him for a second with his bluntness, but chuckles lightly, knowing that he really does wanna listen. He starts to explain, second guessing himself every couple sentences, but slowly he gets more comfortable with sharing.
Halfway through Soap starts to stir and move in his sleep, making both stop and just stare. Turning around to see both sleeping bags empty, Soap immediately sits up and searches for them, only to see them off the side, sitting together.
āOh.. shit..ā He calms himself down, both Ghost and Anon look at each other before looking back at Soap. He slowly sits up and crawls over to where they are, next to Anon so heās between Ghost and Soap.
āWhatāre you two doinā up?ā Somehow his accent is deeper when heās half-awake. Slouching back against the wall, almost leaning on Anonās shoulder.
āI couldnāt sleep after.. a.. uhhhā¦ nightmareā Anon was hesitant to explain, wondering if waking up his friends were really worth it, hoping that they wouldnāt make fun of him. Soap just hums in response.
āNightmare? Alāright. Continueā To Anonās surprise, Soap wants in too. He looks back to Ghost who just shrugs and nods, silently telling you that itās up to him whether he wants to share or not.
Before Anon can even start again, both Price and Gaz wake up, both confused as fuck, but following along, dragging their sleeping bags over to him. They were all now wide awake, Price laying back in his sleeping bag, arms crossed, half-awake but still lucid enough to understand stuff coherently.
Anon started to explain again, relaxed to see how supportive his teammates are with how little they really know about him. Once he got to a certain part of the nightmare, the part that really made it a nightmare, his lungs felt tight once again.
Suddenly his mask felt so thick and concrete, he had to lift it up to his nose to breathe. Blubbering out apologies between breathes as they tried not to stare too much.
āNah, nah. Youāre fineā Ghost reassured him through his mutters, rubbing his back to try and soothe him. It didnāt, but it was something. Something that they were there to listen.
āDonāt force yourself if you donāt wanna tellā Gaz nodded, not wanting to force Anon to go too much out of his comfort zone, in the chance that he changed his mind and wasnāt okay with sharing this kind of stuff.
āIām fine.. fineā Anon nodded his head, realizing how much of his face he exposed and tried to cover it up with his hands so he can still breath. But for those couple seconds that his lower half of his face was open. A large, old, scar decorated his lips, diagonally going from the top right to bottom left, almost reaching his chin.
With something so unexpected being exposed, the fact that Anon even reached out, it made them all alert to watch out for his emotions and how heās feeling. But what was most surprising for them, was how he talked. It was usually so stern and short, always getting straight to the point. Almost robot like. But now, itās softer, more warm but sorta confused, he fumbled in his words a little but it was just so different than how he is out on the base.
An hour has passed, but now that all of that is out of Anonās head, and everything, almost everything, was off his chest, the sleepiness started to catch up to him. In the midst of Ghost explaining how he was feeling and the possible reason for it, Anon was already asleep, snoring softly as he struggled to keep up.
They knew that this was something youād never do. So it was a sort of shock for him to break his blocked off demeanor. But it made them feel good that Anon even considered venting. Even if it was something small like a complaint or something annoying, they wanted him ti let it out.
Regarding my last ramble post, I am sorry to inform that it is now all I can think about now, and now it's all you can hear from me. CUZ OML.
I was just thinking back on it again and thought about beefy farmer boy Kƶnig. JUST THINK ABT IT.
Farmer boy Kƶnig that always wakes up super early to do his chores and errands. Driving the rusted blue truck to the town square to restock on groceries and food. He'll have his little sticky note of things that you asked him to bring back. Stuff you guys don't produce like sugar and honey, since you two produce you're own food.
Stuff like bread that you bake yourself, jam you mash on your own, milk that Kƶnig fetches, eggs from the hut, and butter that you season to your liking. Although he does indulge in his own little interests, looking at sturdier and shinier. And occasionally a more comfortable and flashier collar for your farm dog, Ace.
And sometimes heād come back to you with a new dress he saw on the market that he thought would look great on you. A linen white maxi dress that he found so beautiful with you wearing it when you ran around with the cows and Ace.
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Kƶnigās way of keeping the baby cows and sheeps in when they somehow get over the fence is throwing them over his shoulder and softly plopping them to the inside of the fence.
I donāt know that was just a good visual to me š
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Kƶnig tends to the crops and the plants, making sure there arenāt any weeds or contaminated areas. Making sure itās always well watered and the soil is always making sure theyāre all pruned and taken care off. And heās always proud of the outcome. Healthy fruits and veggies heās delighted to see used in meals.
But what heās most proud about, aside from you, is his garden. Picks out the most beautiful assortments and pallet of flowers. And makes sure theyāll bloom in time for your favorite season. Kƶnig loves picking out the most developed and vibrant colored ones, making sure to cut out the thorns and little branches
And when he presents them to you, he lives for the happiness on your face and the way your eyes light up at the newest arrangement.
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This man is so unbelievably burly and huge, that when winter comes and it gets cold, you donāt need a radiator or heater. All you need to do is squeeze yourself in front of him and pull his shirt up to enter yourself between him and his shirt.
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Kƶnig always comes home tired and hungry after a long dayās work. So, heās always super eager and ready for the dinner you prepared. Heās super clingy so he doesnāt allow you to sit on the other side of the table, instead just picking up the chairā along with youā next to his seat and slides your plate next to his so you two can sit next to each other.
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100% has fallen asleep in the field at one point. You found him laid back against the grass with some of the other farm animals napping around him.
iāve been obsessed with Soap bringing Ghost over for the holidays when he found out heās spending it alone. And he meets his family who is so excited to have him over and takes him in with open arms.
Especially his mom and younger sister, whoās close in age with Soap. But really though, I feel like Soap would be the only boy with 4 sistersšš
JUST HEAR ME OUT. PLSSS
The first time Ghost comes over after constant reminders and hinting, that later became begging, Soap was able to get him to come over for Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Soap was super giddy and couldnāt wait for him to come and meet his family. The MacTavish family is a very head strong, loving, and stubborn family. No wonder thatās how Soap turned out to be. And they were more than happy to take him in.
It took some getting used to, and it all happened so fast. His mother and younger sisters were always so sweet and caring to Simon. If he even comes into the living room or kitchen for a glass of water, theyād immediately ask if he needed anything and end up leaving with a plate of food, a slice of cake, and a juice bag.
Being around the family, it never made him feel so relaxed and cared for. The whole demeanor and intent the family brought was so soft and loving while still being loud and aggressive in a way.
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Knocking on Soapās bedroom door and entering with a plate of cut fruit and water.
āWhat are you doing here?ā Soap asked in the common annoyed sibling tone. Making you scoff and roll your eyes.
āRude. Mom told me to bring this to yaā two but now I donā think I wannaā You place the plate on the spot next to Simon on Soapās bed and handing him a fork for the fruit.
āHeeeeyyyā Your older brother whines as you leave the room.
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Occasionallyā more like all the timeā theyād ask Simon for help to put up decorations, lights, the tree, banners, and the heavy lifting. Your younger sisters always gushing and wanting to be around him. Heās actually really great help with keeping them in one spot, rather than them just running around while everyone is trying to get work done.
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Simon got such puppy treatment it was almost ridiculous.
āYou need to stretch more, child! Youāre muscles are so tense!ā Youāre father tutted and clicked his tongue as he tried to undo all the knots in his back. You were giving him a mini manicure, just simple nail care.
Trimming his nails, filing it down, cutting his cuticles, nail and cuticle oil, and a layer of clear nail polish. Massaging his hands with oil to try and relax his rough, scarred hands.
Your mother coming by and placing a plate of short bread on the table.
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Suddenly his clothes are all so soft and smell so good, and hey, even all the holes and scratches are patched up with.. embroidered flowers. Even his initials are embroidered on the rim.
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Walking into the living room and seeing his younger sister massaging Simonās scalp as he sits on the floor in front of the couch watching TV, Soap just stands there staring.
āWhat are yaā doing?ā He asks, arms crossed.
āHe couldnāt sleep. This always helped yaāā You shrugged, continuing on, Simon starting to feel more lethargic and sleepy as you worked your magic.
āThat is a war criminalā.
āA war criminal that canāt sleepā.
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Even when Soap is doing laundry, Simon helped out since he feels that he needs to at least try to pull his weight and help out. Itās the least he can do to try and pay back their hospitality for letting him stay. Theyāre watching TV in the living room as they do.
Every so often Soapās father would come in with a spoon full of meat stew or soup for Simon for him to taste test it and see if itās good. Anxious to see if he needs to add or cut back on anything.
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āAye, youāre so skinny! Here, child. Eat. Eat moreā Your mother insists as she adds more food to Simonās plate. You even separated some of the best parts from each dish for him to have.
āMa, heās fine. A man can only eat so muchā Your father grunts as he sits down, heās such a burly man so of course your mother would want him to eat more.
āHave you killed people beforeā Your younger sister blurts out from beside Simon.
āI- Uh..ā.
āDonāt ask questions like that!ā Soap scolds her as she runs off giggling.
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Since his visit was sort of last minute, they were stressing what to get him for Christmas when the time came around. But the best gift of all will always be something made with thought and love.
After some hard effort and a ton of yarn. You, your mother, and father finished a knitted patch blanket for him. They picked out specific colors and tones to make it super colorful without being an eyesore. Something that looks extra home made. You even got your brother to help out.
Simon wasnāt really expecting a gift at all. So when he opened the bag to see the blanket wrapped in ribbon, he genuinely felt himself tear up. He kept it on the entire day and happily brought it home to sleep with every night.
OMG I LOVE YOU WAITRESS!READER X GHOST AU,,,, MAY YOU PLEASEEEE MAKEEEEEE MOOOOOOOORRRRWWW AAAAAAAA!!!!!
YES YES YES
I FUCKING LOVE THIS TROPE
I WAS HOPING SOEMONE WOULD ASK FOR MORE šš
Sitting on the bar, where Simon usually sits at, you waitedāfor him. The other side didnāt have any seats and there were no customers so it wouldnāt really cause any fuss with your boss.
Mindlessly scrolling on your phone, you didnāt even hear the familiar chime of the door when it opened. Simon watched as you didnāt even flinch, or blink, at the sound of his arrival, he chuckled at the opportunity.
Sneaking up behind you and using his gloved hands to cover over your eyes, making you jump with a small yelp.
āGuess who?ā He grins at the way you put your hand over his and pull it down while you look up at him with a playfully annoyed look.
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āDonāt think itās gonna let up any time soonā Simon had his head turned towards the window, watching and listening how hard the water is smacking against the glass. Making you sigh in disappointment.
āMmā You press your lips together before biting at your lower lip, trying to come up of a way to get home dry.
āWhatās wrong?ā He stares at you, wondering what you were so worried about and what he can do to help.
āIf this rain doesnāt go away I might be drenched by the time I get homeā You shake your head, huffing out a sigh as you accept your fate and lean forward to rest your elbows on the wooden countertop.
After half an hour of talking the usual routine of how each otherās day was and complaining about the creepy customers. He leaves. Coming back a minute later embarrassed since he forgot his phone at the counter.
When you go to clock out and hope that your coat will at least try to keep you dry, you find a small black compact umbrella on his seat and a small sticky note that read: no need to return it :). His handwriting was somewhat neat, kinda rounded. He mustāve sneaked it in when he āforgotā his phone.
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He looked at the phone charm on the edge of your phone case then back at you. Exhaling a chuckle to show how childish he thinks it is, but really, he finds it cute how you can find such interest in such cute things.
āWhat the hell is he?ā He asked, taking the phone charm in his hand and twisting it between his fingers. It was a tiny Pekkle 3D charm, a little model.
āA duck. Canāt yaā tell?ā You watched his amused expression. Placing the little ducky to stand on the counter next to his coffee cup.
āHeās kinda stupid lookingā.
āHEY!ā.
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āYouāre spending Christmas working?ā Simon asked, surprised that youād even pick up the shift. It was a week and a half before Christmas so heās surprised that youāre not gone to go visit family or something
āYeah? I donāt really have plans, so might as well make money instead of wasting timeā You sigh, kinda upset since you just realized that you are spending Christmas alone. Simon hummed in response, looking down at his cup of coffee.
Days later, a day before heās deployed, he stopped by during the day. Catching you by surprise, you had just clocked in, since you werenāt really expecting him at all actually.
āI canāt really stay long. I wanted to drop this offā He said hastily, like he was anxious rather than in a rush, dropping two paper bags in your hands, one plain brown and the other decorated, and leaving before even saying goodbye.
āThatās your guy? Didnāt think heād be so..ā Your coworker bounced excitedly as she followed you to the staff room so you can see what he gave you. To be honest, your were excited as well.
āIā I never said he was āmy guyā!ā You immediately shut up when you opened the little cardboard box and saw a mini christmas tree inside it with tiny ornaments. You can tell he painted tiny things on the ornaments it came with: a coffee cup, a duck, a skull. Something only you two would understand, along with other things Christmas related.
āAWWWWWā You coworker gushed at how much effort he put into this, leaning against you and looking at each of the messily painted ornaments. You knew he wasnāt very artistic but you can see the effort he put in. Placing it at the front of the counter, arranging the decor on the small branches in a way that the design is always showing.
The other decorated bag was pink with yellow stars on it, stapled shut with translucent pink makeshift bow on the handle
It had a tag that said: ādonāt open until x-masā
Christmas eve, you stared at the clock until it was exactly 12. Opening up the bag and getting the tissue paper out of the way there were three things. A dark blue mug with white stars on it, a tiny astronaut keychain, and your favorite thing most of all: a duck plushy, but a specific duck, Pekkle.
It made your heart flutter that he was so thoughtful, getting you things he knows youād like, let alone get you anything. For the entire rest of your shiftā week actuallyā all giddy and fluttery like a school girl. Thinking about what to get him, and if heāll treasure it.
hiii, hope ur doing well both mentally and physically. :)))
can i request like a young, gen z, member of the 141 and konig. and just general scenarios and headcannons of what the base would be like???
-š§ø
YEAH YEAH YEAH
dw pookies, iāll always be ok writing for yall!!!
iāve seen so many of these n there so creative šš
this was def fun to write but i needed my bf for help on some.
(using my callsign again :3 āSharkā)
Not even a question that Shark would disrupt both Soap and Ghost to teach them how to do the stanky leg. Soap was literal ass with it, stiff and awkward, but he got the general idea.
Shark and Soap had to practically beg Ghost to do it, on their knees and hands clamped together. Shark even offered the last 7 dollars in their bank account for him to do it. Eventually he caved in. Surprisingly heās actually really good, pretty smooth with it. But never again that this would happen. When pigs fly.
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It was a daily occurrence for Shark to pester and poke at every member of the team. Today, it was Kƶnigās misfortune to be Sharkās victim today. Sitting in the common room while you bounced beside him. Hands up and guarding like you were boutta fight someone.
āPunch you in the face, elbow you in the faceā You said in a stupid voice while fake punching him, stopping just before you actually touch him.
āNeck slice!ā You take a little spin and hold the edge of your hand to his clothed neck. All Kƶnig does is sigh and look up at you, obvious dark eye bags under his eyes.
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Gaz suggested that everyone have a shared playlist amongst everyone, helps bring everyone closer, and itāll be fun to listen to each othersā music while on mission or during training.
It was a good idea at first with everyone adding in their own songs. A weird mixed jumble of everyone unique and different music taste. But Sharkās was the most different, stuck out like a sore thumb. You could even tell when Shark would subtly do a little dance whenever it came on during a mission.
āMy d-ck is big. My d-ck is very big. My d-ck is big, is big, is very very bigā It boomed through the speakers of the training room, everyone froze or stopped their sparring when they heard the song. The only person who continued was Shark, swaying their hips a little to the beat of the song.
(Big Dick by Little Big)
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Sweeping and empty establishment for any potential leftover enemies. Kƶnig behind Shark against the wall with Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost against the other. It was an old apartment. Something caught Sharkās eye. Putting their hand up for everyone to stop.
Everyone thinking that they caught something, but instead they pull out their phone and take a photo of the four against a blue wall.
āWhat is it?ā Gaz asks, wondering if they really did catch something but rolled his eyes when Shark started laughing at the fresh picture on their phone. Four men standing in front of a blue wall.
āYou wouldnāt get itā They chuckled before stuffing their phone back in and signaling for everyone to continue.
āRemind me not to let them be lead againā Price muttered.
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āAre you sure this is 100% safe to drink?ā Gaz asked as he stared down at his cup, trying not to breathe in itās toxic fumes.
āIām pretty sure this stuff is radioactiveā Ghost muttered under his breath. Holding the glass up to inspect it like it was a new found alien.
āIām sure the old geezer would kick the bucket after a whiff of thisā Soap chuckled to himself, earning a hard back of the head blow from the captain.
āYou guys are being dramaticā Shark rolled their eyes. Earlier in the day, they begged Price to take them to buy something they wanted all of them to try. After enough begging and pleading he caved in.
āI donāt think zis is a good ideaā Kƶnig looked up at you, taking a single gummy worm from the rim as a little treat.
It was a mix of monster, half filled with cherry slushee, sour gummy worms rimming the plastic martini glass, 2 War beads dropped at the bottom, simmering at the top, a handful of sour patch kids, baby bottle pop powder mixed in, and a little bit of blue gatorade.
They saw it on social media and wanted to try it out, it wasnāt like it would be a daily drink, just to try it once. (Seriously though, do not consume this on a regular basis, let alone at all).
After enough hyping up, pep talk, and a countdown. They all took a mouthful of their witches potion concoction. Gaz spit it out, Ghost almost gagged, and Soap lost his vison. Price took it surprisingly well. Not even Shark was able to swallow half of it.
It gave them weird jitters and a big boost in energy. In one night they were able to deep clean the entire base, finally organize the arsenal, somehow separate all of the cereals. The marshmallows from the lucky charms, separate all the colors of the Fruit loops, and remove all the raisins in Raisin Bran.
They all woke up the next day feeling like they drank 19 gallons of alcohol the night before. Price slept like a baby, he actually felt a lil more energized when he woke up.
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Price had been walking around all day, searching for Shark to ask for one of their reports. He knocks and barges into Gazās barracks. Finding him laying on his stomach on his bed and a comic book in front of him.
āGaz, have yaā seen Shark anywhere?ā Price walks in with his hands on his hips. Gaz looks up at his captain then back at Shark thatās been discretely following close behind him for the past 10 minutes heās been searching.
Looked at his captain, back to Shark, who shook their head and made and x with their fingers.
āEhh.. No?ā He hesitated, finding it amusing but needing to keep in a steady front.
āAlāright, champ. Thanksā He shakes his head before leaving the room with the missing soldier behind him, Price muttering frustrated remarks as he continues to search.
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Shark took it upon themselves to make a little cup of coffee for Price since they know he likes to drink a cup in the morning. Placing it in front of him and taking a seat next to their captain with a cup in front of them.
āAww. Thanks, kid! You didnāt have toā He smiles warmly at them before taking a deep sip of his cup. Watching his soldier do the same he notices it isnāt coffee. A more clear, pale-yellowish kind of color with steam coming off of it.
āDidnāt know we had tea. What kind did you make?ā He initiates conversation, still looking down at his little sudoku puzzle on the newspaper.
āTea?ā
āWhatā What are you drinking?ā He looked up at them then back at the mystery drink in front of them.
āOh. I just boiled a can of Red Bullā.
āWhatāā.
āWhatā.
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Walking into the lobby with a watermelon in one hand and metal knife in the other, except the actual blade was broken in the middle of the watermelon. They all stared at Shark, then the watermelon.
āWe need a new knifeā.
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Waking up at 2 AM, sleepily stumbling into the bathroom, Price walked into the bathroom for a midnight piss. After he was done he walked by Soapās barracks, seeing the light was on and the door was cracked open.
Opening the door, he saw Soap and Shark in their pjs, sitting on the bed with their backs turned toward him. They both froze and looked at each other.
āWhatāre yaā doinā so late at night?ā He roughly grumbled and leaned against the doorframe, eyes still adjusting to the light. But, they wouldnāt turn to look at him, just answering and nodding their head.
āWhat are yaā doing?ā He asked more concerned and confused this time. Noticing how they wouldnāt face him and was super dismissive. Now that he was directly behind them, they accepted defeat and looked up. Both with pink bow or bunny headbands and a sheet face mask on each of them.
āWhatā.
A couple minutes later heās laying on his stomach with a matching sheet mask and a black cat headband. Talking to his soldiers about his wife. Soap and Shark listening intently.
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Visiting Sharkās home while theyāre on a health leave to check on them, they all sat on the country house porchāSharkās casted leg up on a stoolā and talked about the missions they missed out on and how they were doing.
Gaz and Kƶnig were playing and messing around with the farm animals, Kƶnigās was more petting and loving on the cows and goats while Gaz was feeding the little duckies.
Kƶnig was running around, the cows playfully chasing him as he did.
āNO, LITTLE GERMAN BOY! DONT RUN INTO THE ELECTRIC FENCEā Shark called out once they saw him getting a little too close.
āOh, mein gott! Zis fence is full of shocken!ā
ERRRRM GHOST MEETING SINGER!READER AT THIS OLD BAR OR FANCY LIL DINER.
hear me out.
the reader does dress kinda fem, but itās still they/them. :3 ANYWAYS
It was routine for the team to get a drink after every mission. To unwind, relax, and get everything out of their system to get back to themselves again before going back to base.
The mission took place a little far from home so they couldnāt go to their usual pub. Either way, Soap recommendedā well, insistedā that they go to this new bar he wanted to check out.
Upon entering, the whole mood was so warm and fluid. It was dimmed down, almost completely dark if it wasnāt for the low lighting of the bar and the bright spotlight of the small stage up front. There were tables littered with people that just stared and listened in awe, there were some low chattering and conversations throughout.
Taking a row of seats at the side bar, they all began to talk and ramble about the mission or how much theyāre looking forward to getting back home to their partners/pets. Keeping it not too loud of course to be respectful to the performers. But for some reason, Ghost couldnāt bring himself to focus on the conversation or contribute, not like he contributes much.
His attention was always drawn back to the performance. Brown eyes just stared in a relaxed daze at the singer, weightlessly sitting at the edge of the piano. The pianist staring up at them with a cig hanging from his lip.
Almost like it was his last time seeing ever, Ghost took in every little detail of you. Black satin slip dress with a slit on the left leg, transparent stockingsā if you look close enough you can see the subtle shine of glitter in themā black heels, a string of pearls lining your neck.
Leaning back against the bar, shoulders open and elbows resting on the wooden surface. The lieutenant entirely discarding the conversation and gave all of his attention to you. The bandās music was so soothing and fresh, enhancing how enchanting your performance was.
Somehow, feeling himself get sleepy, more relaxed and comfortable. Listening to you cover an Eartha Kitt song. After a couple minutes, the rest of the team realized how quiet and unresponsive their lieutenant was. Staring at him then back at each other.
From then on out, Ghost started coming more by frequently. At first it was once every two weeks, or so. He insisted it was because he needed to decompress. Then it was once a week, which turned to twice, then almost every day.
Heād come in, sit at the same spot on the bar, and order the exact same drink. Heād note and notice your different dresses and outfits, how youād style your hair, how different youād do your makeup, what song you sang, how passionate you were when you did.
His favorite part was listening to you talk and ramble about your life on mic to the audience or band after your performances when it got late.
And youād notice him as well. The mysterious masked man thatād watch you during your night performances. Always too nervous to look at his direction, let alone eye contact.
Ghost made the first move. Not really a first move, but a way to show his adoration for you. When the bartender delivered a drink for you given by a kind stranger, you immediately knew it was him. He was the first person you looked at, and he was looking back.
.
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(Yāall should listen and check out Eartha Kitt CUZ OMG)
refresh your pinterest and save the 3rd pic, 4 times. that's your aesthetic.
Thereās definitely a seasonal/vampy themeā¦ and heās there. Dunno what Oliver Jackson Cohen is doing there but Iām not complaining, heās my vision of Simon š«¦
I tag: @cheezbites @dins-riduur-anthe @tumblinginoz @deadbranch @lunarw0rks @ceilidho
refresh your pinterest and save the 3rd pic, 4 times. that's your aesthetic.
i... don't know how to explain what's going on with this. mohawk kitty (soap); beautiful sculptures; angsty quotes; and of course, charlie hunnam my beloved <3
i tag: @bunnyreaper @notwonderlandsworld @captainfern @the-starry-raven @hiding-in-my-blanket-fort
No idea if this is just me and my type or anything. but i 100% believe that Kƶnigās is not toned or entirely muscular. heās a lil chubby, has that middle ground of dad and greek god bod.
You can tell heās strong just by looking at him, muscles showing through and protruding out more when he flexes.
ramble :3
I am religiously devoted to the idea that heās thick, and I mean thick. The muscular thighs, round tummy, biceps the size of your head, and an ASS. No plastic surgeon can recreate that ass.
Yes, I know that it is not canonically true. Let me dream.
I like to think that he was usually very insecure about this, his physique. Heād cut very often at the gym but he always somehow gains it all back. It was sorta obvious when you two started dating.
But ever since you two moved in together and you started cooking meals you found yummy on social media, started feeding him like a loving grandmother. Always insisting that he hasnāt eaten enough and adding more onto his plate, to which he happily accepts.
Heās always happy to taste test your little samples or treats. After a while of this going on, heās more open about his body and looks around you.
(Side track: He loves it when you pack him a lunch, loves it when you put together a meal in a little metal lunchbox and a drink in a matching thermos. Every day heād show it off to the rest of the KorTac members, proudly displaying his gummy bears and cheez-its in a zip-lock bag.)
Youād try to boost his confidence and make him more comfortable in his own skin by hyping him up. Whenever you link arms with him or hold onto his arm you squeeze his bicep and go āOhh, looks like I got me a strong manā.
Or when youāre bringing things down from shopping or groceries youād say: āI need my big, strong, guy for helpā
Or just general silly lil compliments or comments.
Some mornings heād be in the living room with just pajama bottoms, chest galore all out for you to see.
I actually love the idea of him having little love handles or a lil muffin top. Something you should totally expect the first time he does this. Cuddling with Kƶnig would be nirvana. Big, muscly arms wrapped around your waist and shoulders with his barrel chest smothering your face. You canāt breath but telling him mean that it would end :(
Hugging him would the the absolute-fucking-best. Just the little layer of fat on his body will make him a bit extra squishier, a soft pillow for you to squeeze when your feeling stressed. The endorphins and dopamine just releasing through the ridges of your brain. (thatās the best how i can explain it T-T).
Muscly and thick thighs that you use as a pillow sometimes. I feel like youād even use it as some sort of table when you two eat in the car.
Going back to that absolute dump truck. Itās to be expected that you always give a light tap or squeeze whenever he walks buy. AND as a pillow :3 Like when heās laying on his stomach on the bed and heās on his computer, acting like a lil school girl. You always take the opportunity to use that ungodly thick man as a pillow. Maybe sneak a bite.
Kƶnig with a round face and chubby cheeks. A daily task to pinch and bite on them, always giving a soft squeeze whenever you pass by.
can you please write a insecure chubby reader with ghost, price and soap?(separate ofc) ive been feeling REALLY shitty lately and your fics are so comfortingšš
YES. I LOVE WRITING CHUBBY READER SHIT!!!
(brings me to tears to hear my fics r comforting :,,))
anyways :3
Simon āGhostā Riley
Ghost would be the type to be obsessed with you, obsessed with touching you, but heād never admit it. Just sitting next to you isnāt enough, he man spreads as an excuse to press his thigh against yours, an arm wrapped around the couch to be closer to you.
This man is just so enamored by you. Heād lay on your bed, pretending to be in his phone, while he watches you do your makeup and pick out an outfit for your date night tonight.
Itās a natural occurrence for you to get discouraged by yourself midway through your preparation. Being with him, your mind just turns off and there aināt a care in the world. But in the midst of your makeup routine you start to get more insecure, your self esteem plummeting when you realize how round your face is and squishy your cheeks are. But that is exactly Ghostās favorite part of you is.
He pinches your cheeks to scold you, pulling you in with his arm around you to give you 50 kisses on your soft cheeks, doesnāt matter if some of your makeup gets on his face/mask. Sometimes bites them, not too hard ofc, when he feels like it.
āYou alright, lovely?ā He stops whatever heās pretending to be busy with on his phone, immediately dropping it to his side as he sits up.
āYeah.. just.. having one of this moments yāknow?ā You sigh, peeking back up to continue adding your makeup, he can tell that itās more than just a moment. Bringing himself up he makes his way towards you, leaning forward over your shoulders to rest his arms on the edge of your vanity. Making you look up and rest the top of your head on his chest.
āJust continue, just wanna watch youā He mutters quietly, as he urges you to move on. Hesitantly, you continue, trying to ignore how Ghost dios his head down to cover the sides of your neck in kisses, leading all the way up to your cheeks. Trying to keep your giggles in as his lips tickle you.
Ghost laughs along with you, eventually tightly wrapping his arms around your middle and peppering your face all over with kisses and smooches, making you burst laughing and beaming at his affections.
āLove this cute, cute faceā He smiles against you, nuzzling his face into your neck and covering your collarbones in love pecks.
āSo soft, n squishy, like a marshmallow, n so so deliciousā He let out in between your laughs and kisses, making your push him away, giggling.
āFine, fine. Go away! I have to finishā He smiles, letting go of you and complying. But not before attacking you with another fat smooch.
Captain Johnathan Price
John is a very very affectionate man, and he is not afraid to show it. Always a hand in your back pocket or hip when you to walk together, has you sitting on his lap while he does work, even when he sleeps he makes sure an arm is wrapped around you at all times, little spanks on the ass when you walk by, and holds your face in both of his hands while he covers you in kisses.
It was a lazy Sunday today, he wanted to sleep in, arm laying across your thighs while youāre sitting up and on your phone. Scrolling through Instagram, you somehow ended up on a feed of posts of style and fashion, models and photoshoots of incredibly skinny and beautiful models.
Starting to feel like shit you feel like totally drained even after just waking up. You sighed and let your head hit the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. You donāt know how but he can tell, tell every shift in your mood, every thought in your head, he knew you better than you.
āWhatās wrong, hun?ā He asked, already knowing whatās wrong but wanting you to let it all out. You donāt respond but just shake your head, saying your still just a little tired. Bull. He was literally watching your phone, knowing what was going through your mind.
Without warning, Price sits up, picking you up like you weigh nothing and placing you on his lap, sometimes you forget how strong he is.
āI know whatās going through that pretty little head of yours. And I want you to know how fuckinā stupid your are right nowā He flashes you his charming, sleeping smile at you, putting you at ease a little you smile back and look away.
āI know, I know. Itās just sometimesā¦ I donāt feel..ā He huffs out a chuckle, shaking you a little by your hips to get a response, tilting his head to the side to see you better.
āItās stupidā
āItās notā He chuckles.
āSometimes, I donāt feel veryā¦ sexy. Sometimes I wonder if your still attracted to meā You whisper, so quietly if he wasnāt listening any closer he couldnāt make out anything your saying. Making him laugh, at first it made you angry, thinking heās just totally dismissing what your feeling.
āHoney. Sometimes I really do have to question if you have a brain in thereā John smiles, squeezing your hips and pressing you closer to him.
āIf you donāt think that this is sexyā His eyes grazing from your face to your hips and thighs, rough hands caressing every part of you.
āThen I donāt know what is. āCause seeing this gets me so so worked upā His eyes shift back up to you, pushing you down on the mattress and lifting your shirt upā was actually his shirtā hands going up to caress and rub at your sides before placing a kiss from your chest all the way down to your waist. Making his way down to your thighs, he goes up to see your content but flustered expression.
āAnd I am still so in love with you, let alone attracted to you. Seeing you in my shirt, in my bed, in my houseā our houseā makes me feel so young and refreshed againā He pulls up to hold your cheek, giving a little peck to your forehead, then your nose.
Johnny āSoapā MacTavish
Just getting straight to the point. Soap is 1000% a thigh man. Loves every-fucking-thing about them. Loves napping on them, loves having them wrapped around his head. Not even in the sexual sense, just sitting there on his phone with your plush thighs against his cheeks with you mindlessly playing with his hair sends him into pure bliss. This is his nirvana.
He loves biting them, pinching them, slapping them, grabbing them. Like I said, everything. Loves seeing them in shorts, leggings, practically anything. The second you first say anything negative about them, about you. He looses it.
āWhat.ā
ā??? I donāt know. Itās just such a hassle with clothes and chairs. Makes it hard to move through crowds. Seeing them double in size when I sit with my skinner friends makes me feel fatāā You start on your mini rant when your boyfriend cuts you off.
āFat? FAT? Oh, baby. You donāt even know what fat isā He sits up from laying his bed between your thighs to lay on his belly, arms around your sides and chin resting in your chest.
āI fucking love theseā Soap grabs the back of your thighs and squeezes, making you blush.
āAnd you should too. How I see you doesnāt matter much. But hearing that you donāt like you and your body is and insult to you and to the God that took his sweet olā time making you. āCause all of this. Is a Goddamn master pieceā In the middle of his lecture and scolding heās pulled you in by your hips to slide up on his lap, looking up at you wish such adoring, puppy love eyes.
