-Owner!Ghost x hybrid! Bunny! Reader whos foot keeps thumping on the ground as Ghost continues to get to busy to pet them. Maybe cleaning up their bed because they got stains all over it because they ate sweets in it. (Something they weren’t supposed to do)
-Owner!Ghost who sighs as you continue to sneak unhealthy snacks from the pantry. He finds you burrowed in the warm clean laundry nibbling on chocolate. His once clean pants now stained with chocolate. (;¬_¬)
-Owner! Ghost who gets more annoyed as he finds you sitting under the bed while chewing on the wooden bed post. He shoots a look at the pile of chew toys he got for you! Gah he’s so annoyed at how spoiled you’re getting!
-Owner! Ghost who finally has enough and realizes he has to do his least favorite thing and punish his sweet little bunny! He grips your hips and pulls you out from under the bed. (╥_╥)
-Owner! Ghost plopping you on his lap while pulling your cute little shorts down. Your mouth nibbling and licking his fingers. Cute butt on full display, tail wiggling. He mentally calculates to himself how many times you didn’t listen this week. Ten times in total.
-Owner! Ghost’s hand landing on your ass. You stiffen, letting out a small yelp. Trying to wiggle away, he grips your hips harder. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞
-“You’re going to count- hold still baby- every single spank. Do you know why? Because you were bratty alllll week. Okay?”
-Owner! Ghost who smiles to himself a bit as you start counting. Noticing how you start to leak after the fifth spank. Soft coos telling you how well your doing and how your almost done.
-Owner! Ghost how hugs you and coos as he tells you how well you did. Petting those sweet fluffy ears as you sniffle, your stomach warm with pleasure. （˶′◡‵˶）
His team, except Captain Price, was shocked to learn that Ghost was married. He casually mentioned it once, on a ride back to England. Something about how the missus was going to fuss over his fatigues being all ripped.
Shock sustained in the helicopter. No one talked for a few minutes. First, Ghost had a wife. The emotional constipated man had a wife. The silent shadow had a woman back home. Second, Ghost had a wife who knew his life. This was against the accord they all signed to not reveal anything about their military lives and what they were doing. So, why did Ghost went against those terms?
Because you had been part of a similar unit, long ago. Except, your own Task Force had been ambushed. You and Ghost were the only survivors, taken away, tortured. They slashed your face, burnt it with acids. Ghost? They locked him ten feet under the ground with the corpses of his own friends.
When you both got away from this hell, and you were honourably discharged, Ghost had come to see you. Made you his proposal. You accepted.
Was it love? No. It was companionship. It was Ghost seeing your face, your trauma and couldn’t comprehend how you would survive alone. And he couldn’t survive without you. Two same sides of the same coin. You needed each other to live, to be alive, to feel alive hell.
So, you took care of the small cottage home you both purchased. You knew how to make his tea. He knew how to cook your favourite meal. You mended his fatigues while chastising him by reminding how the government funding was declining. He left notes around the house to make sure you drink water and take your medication. You begrudgingly agreed to take in the military dog that failed his exam. He begrudgingly have to leave you all the space in the bed.
The Missus wouldn't like that is Simon Riley's catchphrase.
It follows him round like the plague; every mission briefing, without fail, whatever it is Price wants him to do is followed up with Johnny's voice rattling off the walls and chiming with a shit-eating grin, 'Well sir, wouldn't be too sure 'bout that really, cause I heard his missus wouldn't like that.'
Like clockwork, Simon follows up always with, 'Fuck off.'
They don't think you're real. They think you're something he's come up with an take every opportunity it rub his nose in it, and so, when he's back home and on leave, as he's standing in the kitchen, watching you bake, you look over his shoulder and chime, 'Why don't you have the boys over?'
'Luvie-'
'None of this it's unprofessional business,' you say with a huff, pointing your rolling pin at him. He shuts his mouth quickly, 'You bring them here, and they'll never call you a liar again; I'll see to that myself, yeah?'
The opportunity is enticing, he thinks to himself, almost too plausible to let it slip through his fingers, so, he grabs his phone and asks you, 'How's tonight work?'
'I'll make a cottage pie.'
He hears the Scot before he sees him, he's a doorbell in himself, and as he pulls open the door, Garrick has his hand raised, about to knock on the door. He lowers it slowly and grins, 'Nice place ya got yourself, Lt. Let me guess, the missus decorate it?'
In spite of his cocky attitude, he steps to the side and allows the three of them to walk in. The airs warm, chasing away the coldness from the outdoors. Price closes the door, whistling as he looks around the place, 'You playin' a prank on us?'
'Ah, ah, ah,' Johnny hisses, 'Don't joke like that; his missus wouldn't like that.'
'You're right.'
There heads turn down the corridor to address you, standing in your apron, brows furrowed as you look at the three of them. Their jaws are on the floor as you approach them, wielding a wooden spoon like its a knife. 'His missus wouldn't like that, and if I hear one more thing about you sayin' anything to him, Makarov will be the least of your worries, you hear me?'
Simon sensed they didn't quite believe your identity until you said that name. Now, even Price is red in the face. It crawls up his neck, 'You work...'
'At the base, yes, Johnny, I do,' you say, narrow-eyed. The wooden spoon is right by the Scots neck as you say, 'And you say anything to my Simon again, you'll be buried at the back of it, you hear me?' He audibly gulps and you swear you hear him sigh in relief as you turn and walk away.
Simon's grinning like the cheshire cat as he says, 'I tried to warn ya. The missus won't like that.'
The boys decided to go out for drinks the first night they’re able to after a particularly difficult mission. It’s a good way to get away from base and unwind. Maybe flirt with some strangers for a bit even just until they have to return to their duties.
It’s Johnny who spots you first.
You, standing next to the bar as you look unbelievably bored, like you’d rather be literally anywhere else. Despite the disinterested look on your face, Johnny still finds you to be incredibly attractive. So, he tells the others that you’re his. That you’ll be the one he spends his evening flirting with.
And what better way to start than by swooping in to save you when an obnoxiously inebriated man starts getting a bit too handsy with you?
Only he barely makes it three steps towards you when he’s left frozen in shock, mouth and eyes wide open as he stares at what’s happening.
The poor drunk bastard made the mistake of grabbing a bit too low on your body without your consent. The result? You grabbing him by the back of his neck without even looking at him before slamming his face repeatedly into the bar top. You go until his body is limp, eyes rolled back as he falls unconscious, then let go of him leaving him to collapse onto the dirty ground.
And the only reaction you get from every one else in the bar is cheers, followed by the bartender sighing and shaking their head while questioning if you have to go so far every time someone touches you.
Johnny knows right then that he’s not leaving without your name, number, and maybe even ring size.
The familiar sound of keys in the door alerted you to your husband’s return.
“My love?” he called, looking for you, boots making heavy footsteps as he made his way towards you and your child. His eyes soften once they land on you and your baby girl.
“How’s my princess?” he drawls, voice deep with exhaustion from work.
You look down at the child sitting in your lap, occupied with trying to fit a chubby foot into her mouth. A steady finger reaches underneath your chin, lifting it to meet his warm, intense gaze.
Think I need someone older, just a little bit colder. take the weight off your shoulders, think I need someone older
ft. ex boyfriends dad John Price
tw. age gap [reader is 22 and John is in his mid-late 40s], oral sex [male and female receiving] mentions of cheating [not by price or reader], insinuation of multiple rounds, PIV sex, creampie, mentions of a bitchy ex-wife, fem!reader, female anatomy, illusion to toxic and psychologically abusive relationship
a/n. this turned out a lot longer than i anticipated it to be or i intended but when i started i just couldn't stop. price also works in security in this. this is also the first ime in ages that i have written something this long, so i apologise if it non-sensical or it makes no sense.
word count. 3769
banner by @kaitsawamura
ex boyfriends dad John Price who had grown to hate the man his son at become, he was spoiled and entitled and thought he was gods gift to mankind always looking down on others and it was all because of his ex-wife. The woman worshiped her son, saw him as her prized possession, she did everything for him. Washing, cooking, cleaning and never punished him for anything he did and turned him into the monster he was today. John had tried to change her ways, tried to punish him and instill some discipline and human empathy into him but his wife wouldn’t have any of it. If John took his electronics away for misbehaving, his wife would give them back in 5 minutes. If he grounded him for any period of time, he knew all he had to do was ask his mom if he could go out and she would immediately tell him yes and to be safe and have fun. Any time he showed disrespetful behaviour, to them and to the other people she would always say ‘boys will be boys’. It was one of the many things that led to their eventual divorce when their son was 15. They shared custody and anytime his son was over Price tried to correct his behaviour, believing it was never too late but all of his work would be undone anytime he would go back to his mothers and by the time his son was 18 and stopped coming over as mandated by the courts, it was too late. Now his son only came round when he wanted something or was in the type of trouble he didn’t want his mother to know about.
ex boyfriends dad John Price who met you for the first time at his son's 21st birthday, he didn’t plan on staying long and was only going to show face, put some money on the tab for his son and give him his present. And there are you, a pretty little thing wrapped in the arms of his asshole son and he decides to stay just a little longer than he planned to talk to you. You are oh so sweet when he talks to you, telling him you had heard good things about him from his ex-wife and son (which he instantly doubted, his wife was still bitter he went through with the divorce and his son saw him as this hard-handed father always dishing out punishments he believed he didn’t deserve), you voice is positively dripping with syrup and John feels his heart pick up in a way he hadn’t felt in years. But as he walks with you, he watches. Closely. Watches the way you're never too far away from his son, how you talk to nobody but him, how your eyes are always searching for his son in the room, how you rub your hand up and down your arms to comfort yourself as you watch his son talk, no, flirt with every other woman in the room. It makes something in his gut twist itself into knots because his son as this absolutely beautiful and sweet girl right there and he was just throwing it away
ex boyfriends dad John Price who meets you a few times in the next year, in cafes or supermarkets or even just when you’re out for a walk in the local park, you always look so pretty especially in the warmer months when you’re out and about in little summer dresses and short skirts, the warm summer sun shining on your skin and giving you a gorgeous glow, and you are always so so nice to him, making conversation with soft smiles and wide eyes but he notices you're a littlemore skittish, always checking your phone and looking around you anxiously as if someone was watching you, how your clothes start to get a bit more conservative the little hints of your gorgeous skin now being hidden behind long sleeves and trousers. When he asks if you’re okay you give him a small smile, one that doesn’t quite reach your eyes and tell him everythings fine, the feeling he had in his gut when he first met you gets worse. He knew something was wrong and though he couldn’t pinpoint what it was he knew it had to do with his son.
ex boyfriends dad John Price who hasn't seen you for a few months since he last saw you in December, the last time he saw you all the warmth had drained from your face and your eyes and though you were smiling there was an undeniable sadness and pain just rolling off you in waves. It broke his heart to see someone who was once so full of life become lifeless, like all the light and warmth that had radiated from you when you first meet was sucked out and replaced with a deep darkness that penetrated the very fibers of your soul. When he see’s you again, its Spring and the world has started to gain a bit more of its colour back, and so have you. You’re in a local bar, your friends surrounding you as you laugh and drinkand dance, John watches from the bar. Watches the way your eyes light up and your smile finally reached your eyes, the way your cheeks are dusted in a small pink hue as the alcohol flushes your skin. He smiles as he brings his whiskey to his lips and turns away from your group, who unbeknownst to him were trying to convince you to go up and talk to him despite the fact that he was your ex-boyfriends dad. They rolled their eyes and shoved at your shoulder every time you tried to brush them off, saying what better way to get revenge against your cheating, toxic ex-boyfriend than to sleep with his dad? And with the encouragement of another shot you decide to go ‘fuck it’ and walk up to the bar, sliding in comfortably beside John your hand falling right beside his your pinky finger brushing against as you turn your head to look at him only to find him already looking at you, his eyes raking up and down your body. He wasn’t going to admit it out loud, at least not to you at this very moment, but gods was he glad you were showing a little bit of skin again, the tight crop top you had on giving him the perfect view of your cleavage and leaving the delcious skin of your sides exposed while the short skirt you wore hugged the curve of your hips in such a teasing manner that he just wanted to reach out and palm the fat with his big hands just to feel it squish between his fingers, and your thighs gods he just wanted to bury his face inbetween them and feel the fat press against his head.
ex boyfriends dad John Price who smiles at you, warm and welcoming, eyes twinkling with mischief and mirth as he greets you with a friendly ‘hi’, you give him a flirtatious smile and a ‘hi’ back. You quickly fall into an easy conversation, catching up with one another and skirting over the glaring question of what happened. You talk about your classes and how glad you are to be graduating soon and, saying how you’ve already secured a graduate position in one of the top companies within your industry and he tells you some stories of his time in the military and when he tells you about a scottish man called ‘Soap’ you can’t help but giggle and ask how he got that name and when John tells you its classified you pout at him and he damn near pulls you in for a kiss right there. Time flies by so quickly when you’re talking to him that you don’t even notice your friends leave, your best friend sending a text letting you know everyone got home safely and to use protection and not to do anything she wouldn’t do (which causes you to roll your eyes and John can’t help the dirty thoughts and images that flashes through his mind when he sees it), or how the numbers in the bar keep dwindling down until its just the two of you left and the bartender gives you a cheeky smile as you close out your tab (John insisting on paying for yours as well).
ex boyfriends dad John Price who insists on walking you home when you’re ushered out of the bar, his hand casually slipping around shoulder as he pulls you against him, using the fact that the spring night is chilly and you didn’t bring a jacket out with you and he just radiates warmth, which instantly spreads through you at his touch. Starting in your cheeks, causing an adorable flush that quickly spreads through your entire body settle deep in your stomach and your core. You continue to chat as you walk, more stories flowing between the you and you flush even brighter at the big belly laugh he lets out as you share your drunken stories from freshers week when you first started university. Before you know it, you’re outside your apartment and you dwindle for a bit conversation dying down but neither of you wanting to say goodbye yet. It takes a nothing more than a few nanoseconds for you to decide to invite him up for a drink, telling him you had a bottle of 15 year old single malt your father gifted you for being accepted into your dream job after college and he accepts even quicker.
ex boyfriends dad John Price who follows behind you, his hand in yours and his heart beating rapidly in his chest feeling like a goody teenager as he crosses the threshold of apartment, he doesn’t even let the door fully close before he’s turning you around and pinning you to it. One hand gripping your hips and the other cradling your jaw like you are the most precious thing in the world, completely contradicting the way he kisses you. Its deep, harsh, bruising and full of passion, lips slotting against yours like they were always meant to be there. The kiss is absolutely intoxicating, one hand reaches out to fist at his shirt while the other tangles in his hair at the back of his head, your grab is a little tighter than you expected and tension at the back of his skull causes a moan to ripple from deep in Johns chest and spill into your mouth and you arch into him, pressing yourself impossibly closer to him, your hand moving from his chest to grip at his shoulders. You dig your nails into his skin beneath the soft fabric of his shirt as his hand moves from your hip to grab at your ass and pull you against him, his hard cock pressing into the plush of your stomach through his jeans. John pulls away from the kiss far to quickly for your liking and you go to chase his lips but he quickly buries his head in your neck, lips pressing against your pulse point as you pant and move your neck to give him better access to the skin, his teeth graze your skin as the kisses turns to bites and the moan you let our is absolute music to John’s ears.
ex boyfriends dad John Price who feels a little guilty about what he’s doing, the rational part of his brain at war with the emotional part, telling him it’s wrong and he shouldn’t be doing this, apart from the fact that you were more than 20 years younger than him you were also his son ex-girlfriend for gods sake and maybe part of him was doing this to spite his son and maybe you were doing the same thing, he didn’t know the details of what happened you didn’t elaborate when you told him you had broken up just after new year, maybe you were just doing this for revenge to screw with his son, to show him what he missed but the emotional part is screaming at him that this is right, that right there is where he’s meant to be. He found you attractive, had since he first saw you, but it was more than that he thought you were amazing and kind and so so smart, he enjoyed every second of the small amount of time he got to spend with you idly chatting when you meet, you made his heart beat so erratically in his chest that he was sure it was going to rip out of this chest but he wouldn’t even mind if it meant he go to give it to you for safe keeping because he knew there was no better place it than in your hands. Eventually the rational side wins and John’s panting as he pulls back from your neck, pupils wide as he looks in your eyes. You see a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and something inside you shrinks back a little and the heat that had been pooling inside of you was slowly turning stone cold but the way John rubs his tumb against your cheek stops it from flaming our completely. His voice is quiet as he ask if you want this, he’s still breathless as the words pass it lips and you barely hear it but when it registers in your brain you are instantly saying ‘yes’ and nodding your head. That’s all he needs for his emotional side to win and he is pressing his lips to yours once again and his hands are gripping onto your thighs as he easily hoists you up into his arms as you wrap your legs around his waist.
ex boyfriends dad John Price who doesn’t even take you to the bedroom, instead he gently places you on the sofa as his hands reach out to remove your shirt, throwing it over his shoulder hapazardly (you notice in the morning it’s hanging of the edge of your lamp shade), his lips trailing down your throat and across your collarbone intermittently changing from kisses to bites to sucks something akin to pride blooming in his chests as the purple marks bloom across your skin. Heat blooms where his lips touch and you grind up into him, the fabric of your skirt having rid up when he lifted you and being bunched around your hips leaving your panties and pussy exposed and allowing you to seek a delicious friction as your clit nudges against the fabric of his jeans through your panties, it helps that the fabric is tented from Johns hard cock. The moan you let out is almost pornographic from just the simple movement and John groans at the sound, moving his hips to meet yours as you grind just to hear it again.
ex boyfriends dad John Price who had planned to take his time with you, to learn exactly what made you come undone underneath him and to draw out orgasm after orgasm from you until you were a trembling mess who couldn’t even remember his own name, he wanted to make you moan and scream until your throat was raw and watch those pretty little eyes roll to the back of your head as pleasure overwhelmed your body, but he could feel the wetness of your underwear through his jeans and the way you nails dug into his skin through the fabric of his shirt so hard he was sure they would leave little crescent indents on the skin and bruises that would last days, ones he would proudly show off and he decided fuck taking his time. He quickly removed his lips from your skin and you mourned their loss but the feeling was quickly replaced with pleasure as he moved down and presses a kiss to your clit through your underwear as John hooks his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down your thighs once again throwing it over his shoulder haphazardly not caring where they landed as his hand wrapped around your thigh and he dove into your pussy. He licks at your clit, tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves and pleasure shoots through your entire body, sparks lighting up your nervous system and it feel like every nerve comes alive more the fire inside of you heating up to a new degree with every swipe of his tongue and as John presses a finger to your entrance gently to your entrance, at first testing the resistance before slowly pushing into you and curving in such away it presses against your g-spot and its almost like he can directly inside of you with the precision he hits it at. The pleasure causes a moan and an ‘oh god’ to tumble from your lips and your eyes roll black, which John watches from between your legs and as your head falls back against the arm of the chair he nips gently at your clit the tiny bit of pain causes a whine to tumble from your lips and a smirk forms on Johns lips
ex boyfriends dad John Price who says “eyes on me sweetheart” and the ways the words tumble from his lips, deep and rumbly and dripping with heat that almost makes you melt. And oh god the vibration against your clit has you almost seeing stars and pushes you closer to the edge but you quickly snap your head back so you can look down at John who presses another kiss to your clit as a reward but then he pulls his finger from inside you and for the briefest second you think you’re being punished but he replaces his mouth on your clit with his thumb and starts circling your clit while he raises the rest of his body to give you a bruising kiss, your tongues mixing together as you taste yourself on him and with one last flick of his thumb John feels you tense underneath him as your orgasm rocks your body. You feel like your whole body is on fire, little fireworks lighting up every single nerve ending you have and causing you to moan into John’s mouth, your fingers scramble to to hold onto something, anything to ground you, eventually tangling in the fabric of John’s shirt as you ride out the wave of your orgasm. Your chest heaves as you come down from your high and you separate your lips from John to mumble the words “you have too many clothes one”, he chuckles at you and ducks down to place a kiss against your pulse point again before sitting up and pulling off his shirt first and then reaching down to unbuckle his belt, his jeans and boxers joining the mess of clothes all over the floor. Your eyes scan his body, his years in the military and security doing wonders for his body, corded muscles bulging in his arms as he brings his arms down on side of yours head forcing you to look him in the face once again where you’re meet with inquisitive and teasing eyes as he asks “like what you see sweetheart?”
ex boyfriends dad John Price who doesnt expect or wait for an answer as he presses his lips to yours in another searing kiss, lips and tongues melding together its almost like you were trying to drain each other life essence out just through the kiss. When John pulls away from you, a string of saliva connects you and only breaks when he dips his tongue out to swipe across his lips as he checks in with you again to make sure that this is what you want and when you nod, he takes one of his hands by your head and gently guides himself inside you. The stretch is absolutely delicious and a moan rips through you, starting deep in your chest and falling from your lips before you can even stop it but John doesn’t want you to stop it instead he grips your chin and tells you to be louder that he wants to hear every little sound that tumbles from your lips and so you do. With every thrust inside of you and every circle of Johns finger against your clit your moans get louder and more uncontrolled every fibre of your being filled with nothing but pleasure and your mind numb to any other thought than Johns name and the pleasure he is giving you. You cum again with John inside you, your nerve endings lighting up like the sun itself as you clench around him, the tightness of your pussy clamping down on Johns dick causing a jagged moan to fall from John’s lips. He knew he wasn’t going to last, he was already so worked up from kissing you and eating you out that he knew he was going to cum soon. And as you clench around him again, a mini ograsm richocting from your last one, he groans into you neck and takes your hip into a bruising grip, fingers and nail digging in to the plush flesh, he can’t himself as she sheathes himself inside of you right up to the hilt as his own orgasm rocks through him and he fills you with his cum. Your both panting, your chests heaving as you both come down from your high with ecstasy and adrenaline filling your systems and you notice, John is still hard inside of you so you say with a smile, “another round?” which may have turned into 2, including a round in the shower as he tried to clean you up from the previous rounds.
ex boyfriends dad John Price who decided that night that he wanted this to be more, more than just sex. He wanted you in your entiretly, he wanted not just your heart but your soul. He wanted to know every secret you kept hidden buried deepen inside you, he wanted to know the simplest most basic parts of you, your favour colour and favourite food, what made you laugh and smile and what pisses you off. He wanted to hold your hopes and dreams in his hands and support you to reach to them, wanted to hold your hand as you rose and comfort you when you fell. He wanted your happiness and your pain. He just wanted you. Every part of you, no matter how knarled and ugly you thought it was because to him you would always be the most wonderful creature the gods had ever created.
Price, Simon, Johnny, Kyle, König, Horangi + Nikto
NOT PROOF READ
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Annoying Shit they Do (Original) <<<
Simon
Simon likes some space at times- like a house cat in a sense.
He likes affection especially physical ones in doses- but it has gotten better over the years..
However there is something that annoys him to no end..
Poking
Its such an odd tick for him-
So when you want to mess with you all you got to do is poke him and you can quite literally see his eye twitch.
Simon had gotten on your last nerves after deciding to overpack on your last date, who brings a tactical knife to a resturant. So you had gone a bit petty..
Walking past him as you gave a small poke right on his back. The man turning his head quickly at you as you saw his face twitch.
"What..."
"Mind grabbing the fresh sheets off the top of the closet?"
He nodded but clearly had a grumble. This started with you asking random things of him, Or just walking past. Not without a poke- You saw him slowly start to lose it.
Poke
Poke
Poke..
It was the final one when he was watching the game, slowly crawling behind the couch so he couldn't see you and..
Poke
"FUCKING GOD DAMN IT FUCKING BLOODY GOD FUCK!-"
He yelled loudly roaring up at the ceiling. You giggle and run away as he loses his mind in the livingroom and goes to chase you.
Price
John Price is a man who always has things planned
He knows where things are, knows how to go about it all and has a way to get around anything.
That includes his house.
John is a man who can walk through his house blindfolded and with tape behind his back without bumping into a thing-
As long as you dont move stuff..
Move stuff and it's like you through him in a thorn maze buttass naked and with a stick to navigate.
He does not know were to start or where to go.
If you move an object from its normal spot it might as well have disappeared from existence.
And when it comes to major arrangements..
Just put him out of his misery
John should not come home and when he goes to find a cup finds the plastic Tupperware instead
"The Hell.."
So he goes into another cabinet and finds dishes instead. Now a frantic search takes place for a damn cup.
He slowly begins to feel his blood pressure rise as he pulls out plates, the spices and everything he could think of the find a damn cup.
"...LUV!!"
He yelled out, Now frustrated. You walk into the kitchen and raise a brow at the man who looks so out of his element.
"Where are the fucking cups?"
"Its the cabinet next to the fridge"
John stops over and opens said cabinet as he grabs a cup angrily.
"Why did you move stuff? I cant find shit"
"I told you I was getting the kitchen reorganized when you were underway. I also redid the closets and organzied your office"
He looked at you as if you told him you'd laced the house with bombs for him to find.
Kyle
Kyle is fairly laid back, man.
He can handle many things but he does have a few pressure points.
But his worse one are things not symmetrical
He will stare...
Oh he will stare
Before finally he breaks and needs to fix whatever it crooked or off.
Paintings, Pillows- Hell he has even evened out some flowers you had in a vase once since they all leaned to one side.
It is like watching a nature documentary of a bird needing to arrange something just right. From moving a lampshade a few times till its somehow perfect.
So when you get an abstract art peice that is MENT to be crooked
He almost loses his shit
Getting home from an assignment and while he takes off his boots sees a painting at the end of the hall. There it looked like a wave going across the shore which was even by the image but the canvas itself was tilted giving it a unique effect...
"Fuckin Hell.."
He instantly tries to correct it.
"Hey love, Welcome back"
You say sweetly prepared to give him a hug and kiss but see he is totally focused and even took the painting down to look at the back of it to see why it wasnt evening out.
When you scold him telling him its ment to look like that.
You might as well have just said
'Im going to give a headache everytime you walk down the hall'
So sure he tries but everytime he walks past it he attempts to make it straight before it goes back to his corrective form making him groan and stomp away.
You actively saw the man stressing out everytime he looked at it.
It would only take a week to find the painting thrown into the garden..
Johnny
Johnny has a few things he actually cares about that are small..
Just a few things he will take a extra moment on and kept an eye on.
So ypu unfolding all the clothes.. makes his blink one eye then another like he was a frog you kicked.
Johnny has a strict thing about having things folded- he has been trained to a T on folding and making everything neat.
It was something that was weirdly important to him-
He would take a incredibly precise and almost meditative state while folding the clothes.
So when you bulldoze to grab one item in the middle of the stack or tear apart the drawer to were it looks like soup?
Yeah it gets on his last nerve.
He has folded up all blankets and towels so they were practically a masterpiece
To you in seconds reach in to grab a random towel not even looking and knocking over a stack of towels to use to clean up a major spill on the kitchen.
...
Johnny jaw dropping as he looked to you as if you had ripped his heart out.
"(Y/N)! I just folded that!"
You hear yelled out as you have the towel om the ground frantically moving it across the dirty floor in mild panic.
"Im sorry! Actually can you hand me another one!"
You were then promptly met with a towel to the side of your head.
Hong-Jin (Horangi)
Hong-jin appreciates you. He likes to make sure you are spoiled- well taken care of and content.
So You being a pushover over little things bothers him.
He will look at you as if you have grown a second head.
When you let someone just get their way or get in your way it frustrates him.
You are a strong person, he knows it. Yet you let someone insignificant talk down at you.
Standing with his arms crossed, lips curled down in a frown as Hong-jin watched the waiter completely ignore your every instruction as they set down your meal and you accepted the incorrect food.
"Say something-"
He will grumbled. When you try and strug it off or change thw topic he will feel his chest tighten as he would take a heavy breath.
Sure not wanting to be confrontational was an admirable trait but this was simply insanity.
Constantly he tried to push you to approach people with simple complaints that could bw resolved. A simple tiny mix up with change, the wrong dressing for your food, them giving you the wrong color of something.
It is something you want so why are you so okay with not getting what you want!
"(Y/N)- You deserve what you asked for. Tell them.."
When you wilt in your seat a bit flushed. He grumbles and looks around- irritated for the person in question.
"Excuse me- You"
"Hong-Jin!"
Konig
König likes to go in and out when it comes to certain things.. Choices being one especially if they are small. He would prefer to at least have some idea of what he wants so he can get back to where he feels comfortable
So being indecisive over small things
It will drive him insane..
Absolutely up the fucking wall.
Sure he knows sometimes it take a moment to think things over. He has even needed a moment to make a choice.
But taking 30 minutes to pick something low effoet is insanity
Switching back and forth constantly with something as simply as what you want to eat at the same restuant you two go to constantly.
Trying to think of what brand to get of bread
It makes him feel on edge since it means they are attracting more looks or prolonging a interaction he doesnt like.
He will try to be nice however it will slowly drive him mad.
"Schatz please.."
König will beg as he tries to keep from saying the choice he knows you will make.
So when you two are shopping for you to get a new phone he is leaned against the wall.
He will close his eyes and channel in all the calm of his body. His soul.
You going back and forth between two phones when he knows that you know which want you want.
"...(Y/N).. You want that one on the left.."
"Well yeah, but i don't know- This one is also good"
He will put his head in his hands trying not to cry.
Nikto
Listen.. Nikto doesnt like scarcity. He has known the feeling of not having enough. Of scrapping by, he never wants to experience thay again.
Listen.. He knows he eats a lot
So forgetting to stock up has a emotional grind to him.
He knows he can go through many things fairly quickly.
He has a card that you can use at any and all times. It is practically ENDLESS for you to use for whatever needs you have and whatever you could possibly ever want.
SO why do you wait till there is quite literally crumbs in the house? Or that there is barely anything in terms of house needs until its ABSOLUTELY gone.
So many times he has gone to different parts of the find there wasnt a restock.
Hell even of stuff you use constantly!
How do you not restock your own stuff!
So of course when things like that happen he will feel absolutely annoyed.
Nikto felt a twitch in his eye as he stared at the empty toilet paper bag in the bathroom. Stuck on the toilet as he felt a pain behind his eye.
"(Y/N!)"
You peak in to see your boyfriend there on the toilet- His scarred face a twisted mess of irritation.
Heavily inspired by this post
All the boys and their partners sitting and chatting:
Soap who doesn’t think twice before calling his much older wife “mommy” at a table full of people.
Gaz who doesn’t even react because everybody is used to soap’s shit.
Ghost who chuckles a little not necessarily because it’s funny, but because Soap’s shamelessness is endlessly amusing.
John who is silently trying to work out the fact that he could’ve had his much younger wife calling him “daddy” the entire time and nobody would’ve cared at all apparently.
