I mainly focus on CoD writing right now, but I might expand in the future with anime or manhwa depending on my next hyperfixation
I'm willing to try to write almost anything at least once. That being said a few things I don't really feel comfortable writing about are: descriptive sexual violence, incest or paedophilia.
I don't do tag lists, but I keep my masterlist updated.
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Since the first time you saw him, still a fresh faced recruit staring at the masked man who was to be your superior, there was something about him that you couldn't put your finger on. As his much bigger hand completely engulfs yours, the look he gives you is akin one of a predator whos meal just walked itself right into his den.
During the mission you're glad that you and König are on the same team as he crushes yet another soldier with his hammer. Every time he turns around to make sure you've seen everything, you swear there's a satisfied expression under his mask that you're not sure what it means.
You feel it before you see him, the sensation of something pinning you down and boring into your skin. Turning around you have to crane your head back to meet his eyes, a pair of blue orbs floating into the dark mass of his mask freezing you in place. Ever aware of your surroundings and somehow he still manages to sneak up on you.
The sensation of his eyes watching you lingers throughout the rest of the day, whether during training or in the mess hall you know he's around even if you can't see him yourself. The sensation follows you late into the night in your own room with the covers held under your chin and if you stare too long into one of the corners, you think you might hear a chuckle. Sleeping with a light on the rest of the night doesn't stop the hand grabbing you from under the bed that muffles the scream before it can leave your throat.
You probably haven't seen the latest post from Unsociableraccoon about Roommate!Konig. One of the things she writes is how Konig "accidentally" breaks his key in the lock the night reader is supposed to go on a date but at least the fridge is stocked with reader's favorite snacks.
But this got me thinking, what are some ways the 141 would mess up reader's date? I wouldn't be surprised if John showed up to the same restaurant by accident and just had to sit down and chat about how funny of a coincidence it is. I could see Gaz deleting reader's texts from her date about running late so she thinks she got stood up too. Anyways, just some ideas. If you could include Nikolai and Graves that would be cool. Graves would be so extreme and passive aggressive in his lol.
Price looks your date up and down and lets out a chuckle. He spends the few minutes before leaving compliments your outfit in front of him in a that's how it's done kind of way. When he hears the guy telling you to venmo him half the uber ride, he not so subtly gives you his card while telling you to not worry about anything and have fun. Not even an hour later John gets to the restaurant, exclaiming about what a coincidence this is and starts making conversation with you, talking about bills and repairs like you're a married couple, completely ignoring your date. When the guy goes to the bathroom he whispers to you how he looked him up and found some very unsavory things about him. Of course you believe John, he has the resources to know things like that or fabricate them so you get up and leave with him.
Ghost sabotages your date every step on the way, scares the guy when he picks you up, squeezing his hand too hard when shaking it. He makes no move to stop Riley from barking at your date and as soon as you and guy leave he gives the dog a treat for scaring away the intruder. Someone slashed the tires on your date's car and that puts him in a bad mood for the entire taxi ride. At some point during the very boring meal a scared expression washes over your date's face when he glances at his phone for the tenth time in the last 20 minutes. Looking around panicked, he gives an half-assed excuse and leaves the table without paying his share of the meal. Simon takes his place not even a minute later, putting a wallet that is not his on the table and telling you to order whatever you want.
Gaz takes the opportunity while you're in the shower to go through your phone and delete the messages from the guy telling you that he'll be late and suggesting at the last moment another meeting spot. He scoffs at that, confirming to himself for the hundredth time that your date wasn't good enough for you and promptly deletes the last two messages. Half an hour later when he gets a call that you got stood up and your phone battery is almost dead, he's already on his way. Kyle is more than happy to take you on a real date. You're already dressed up so why not take advantage of the opportunity? He knows a good restaurant that the two of you can check out. If your phone starts ringing while you're gone to the bathroom, he promptly blocks the contact.
Soap is secretely pleased when your date shows up and looks much more scrawny than he expected, intentionally flexing his muscles and putting an arm around your shoulder and goofing around. If your date seems uncomfortable he just plays it off as the two of you just being really close, "basically family" he says as he winks, joking about how his mom is waiting for the two of you to visit tomorrow. His grandma especially keeps asking about you, having already prepared all your favourite dishes. As if on cue his phone starts ringing and after a few seconds he passes it to you telling you that his nieces want to talk to you. By the time you get off the phone your date is gone, none of your messages going through. Johnny has a pained expression on his face as he comforts you, telling you that you deserve better than a guy who gets cold feet on the first date. It's ok, bonnie, you have people in your life loving you, after all you're basically part of the family.
When you tell Nikolai that you have a date tonight, he chuckles and smiles like he's indulging an unruly pet. He compliments you right in front of your date, sincere and a little flirty, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. He gets on one knee and helps you put your shoes on and then your jacket while the guy stares awkwardly, but doesn't dare say anything with the looks Nik gives him when you're not looking. For some reason at the restaurant there's no reservation with your date's name, not only that but he's actually on a banned list for disruptive and violent behaviour on multiple occasions. As he starts trashing around while the security escorts him out, the waiter tells you that your husband is waiting for you in a private booth. It's hard to be mad at Nikolai when he looks at you that way, telling you to sit down because he has a surprise for you.
Philip doesn't even bother to hide his displeased expression when seeing your date. He starts picking apart everything about him, from the way he was dressed, the restaurant he picked out to how he already interrupted you two times in the last 10 minutes and didn't even bother to take off the clearance tag from the flowers he gave you. As if things weren't going bad enough for your date, his car won't start so Philip decides to drive his car with you in the passenger seat and the sulking date in the back seat. If it just so happens that Philip had to park the car in such a way that the guy stepped in a puddle, it was inevitable. When he starts swearing and screaming around, two of Philip's shadows just take him away while the commander gently caresses the small of your back:
Whoever suggested that humans getting abducted by aliens, they need to get their ass ATE, LUV IT hope both of yalls lives are with glitters and sunshine
I've had this thought for a while now ever since it came to me in a dream. What if aliens came every once and a while to Earth and abducted a few humans. These humans would be taken back to their planet to be studied, bred, and used for public enjoyment. These humans get put into zoos along with other species and just like any zoo does, eventually they try to get their animals to breed. So two humans will be put in an enclosure but bars will stay in between for weeks between the individuals to make sure there are no signs of aggression/they seem interested in each other (like they do with tigers). Eventually, the gate will be open one morning and both can interact and hopefully breed for the zoo in the future.
Anyways, it's pretty much a humans get treated in alien zoos like animals do in our zoos. I was thinking this would be a good Price or Soap x reader. It'd be interesting to see how they'd handle being in this poor situation in the first place to then slowly getting comfortable to their sole human companion across the bars and of course the eventual smut. I have thought of maybe the aliens promise to take both back home (Earth) if they agree to produce a child because the child won't crave a home it's never known. I can see this causing conflict of whether they are willing to breed and sacrifice the child they're making to secure their own freedom or if they abstain as long as they can resist the temptation of each other for the sake of their morals.
Sorry if this is too dark for you. As jacked up as a scenario it is to be in, I did enjoy the dream I had and woke up questioning my own sanity for enjoying something like that.
They play some children's music to announce it's time to wake up, their intentions are for it to be gentle, but it comes off as artificial. The lights have started turning up brighter every ten minutes to let you get used to it slowly. You look towards the white walls and leave out a sigh, putting off getting up for one more moment. In the begining they asked you what kind of habitat you would like to live in so they could recreate it, but at the time you were too busy kicking and screaming against your restrains to give a proper answer. Not understanding what was happening, a bad dream that kept on going every day or to the rhythm of the instalations they put here to mimick the day-night cycle on Earth.
For some reason there are a lot of them watching you today, which still unnerves after all this time here. No matter how they pricked and proded at your skin, doing test after test and gawking at your reactions like a couple of bored children playing with a small animal, you can't shake the chills down your spine from their gazes. There's an opaque screen on one of the "outdoor" walls which wasn't there when you went to sleep and you can't help but feel drawn to it.
That seems to be what they want as a few of the spectators throw some packets of food in that direction to encourage you to get there. You try not to let the gesture feel as humiliating as it is. Even if they stripped your humanity a long time ago, now something no different from a zoo animal, you pick at the last shreds of dignity and pointingly ignore the blocks of dehydrated food. They never bothered enough with creating fresh food, finding it more convenient to imitate the cellular composition of astronauts' supplies found in the past.
The screen starts lifting slowly and at first you think your eyes are deceiving you, but after being away from home for so long you're finally face to face to another human. By his startled reaction you think it might be the same for him. He was recently brought in, you can tell by the small bumps on his arm from all the testing, also adding the period of quarantine they must have held him, you suspect he's been abducted for a few months now.
You're looking at him with curiosity, but there's something desperate in the way he's looking back at you. Putting your hand through the bars you want to see if it would pass through, if his image was just a hologram, a trick they devised to play with your mind further. To your surprise the tip of you finger touches a cheek that feels like flesh, even the small hairs of his unshaved beard tingle. Blue eyes stare intently at your movements and startle when a warm fingertip give the smallest touch, his body angling towards you for more.
Suddenly he grabs your hand in his and squeezing it hard, murmuring something under his breath and you have to strain yourself to try to understand him. Luckily he speaks english, but his accent make some of his words hard to make out. You think you hear something along the lines: "They're dead, they're dead, every last of them is gone. Are you even real?".
"Hey, it's ok. Take a few breaths, I know things seem scary right now, but if you look too agitated they're gonna sedate you."
The last words bring a pained expression over his face as if he's remembering something. His hand squeezes yours too hard, but you ignore the pain as your fingers start to go a little numb because this is the first human contact you've had in over a year and you can't bear to let go. Belatedly you remember them watching eagerly the two of you like waiting for a chemical reaction, somehow eager and bored at the same time.
An unpleasant feeling washes over you so despite craving the human touch for a moment longer, you wiggle your hand away and take a step back. The man looks as if you physically injured him, his hand streching through the bars towards you, but not able to touch. You think there's tears threatening to spill from his eyes and you feel the same sting. As you turn around wanting to return to your sleeping space, you hear him say:
"John, my name is John."
You nod and also tell him your name, the sound of it feels foreign on your tongue, but at least it calms him down. This meeting feels wrong, despite your loneliness and desperation you can't help but think that there's more to it than just giving you a companion. They disregarded your needs for so long that it's hard not to feel suspicious now.
The next day you wake up much earlier than usual and when you get out of your sleeping space and something catches your eye. It's somewhere close to the common wall and as you ge closer you finally see what it is: a doll resembling a baby. What surprises you the most is just how much the doll looks like you to the point it's uncanny, the same skin tone and hair type. The only different thing is the pair of blue eyes that stare right at you and then everything falls into place, shattering the parameters of your life yet again.Right then as if on cue the same children's song starts playing just as John comes out his sleeping space, a small smile on his face as he waves at you.
There is a beeping sound around you and as soon as you open your eyes, bright white light almost burns your retina. It takes a few tries before getting used to it and finally managing to distinguish your surroundings.
Your head feels kind of woozy, the all sterile white walls losing into a spiral as the room swirls into your vision. It takes a moment for your surroundings to stop moving. You seem to be in a hospital bed, your injured leg now properly bandaged and proped up. There is a vase of flowers on the small table, you think those are carnations, Ms Maple had quite a few bushes of those in her garden.
There's a slightly sour taste on your tongue, feeling suddenly hyperaware of it and how awkwardly it fit into your mouth. Swallowing your saliva, you look around for a glass of water, licking behind your teeth, but the bedside table is empty. Pinching the skin on your arm, you don't register feeling anything. Just what did they give you?
Just as you're about to press the button and call a nurse, the doors opens suddenly and Ms Maple comes in followed by Laswell?
"You're finally awake! And to think that pesty nurse wanted to send me home. How are you feeling, child?"
"Better than last time."
She nods like the answer tells her more than just your physical state. She plops down on one of the chairs and starts cutting up fruits, looking one more time towards Laswell as if daring the woman to ask her to leave.
"It's good to see you again, kid."
"How did you find me?"
"Some things about your supposed retirement didn't add up in your papers and by the way John and the others were behaving I knew something was up. I tried contacting you with no luck so I looked for your family, your brother was surprisingly helpful. You'll have to thank this lady here for finding you passed out in the woods. I dealt with the rest of them."
"The others?"
"Soap was already dead, Gaz did a good job stabilizing Price's wound until we arrived and Ghost suffered severe burns, but he managed to get away from the explosion."
"I see... What's gonna happen now?"
Ms Maple sneaks you bites of fruits between the answers, listening intently, she has a bandage around her wrist, but other than that she looks fine. Laswell looks one more time at her, not saying anything, but trying to convey through her looks that what is being said in this room stays in this room. Apparently satisfied Laswell goes on:
"Depending on their injuries Ghost and Price won't be able to get back for a while. As for you, we'll make sure you won't be found by any of them in the future."
"Why are you helping me so much? Isn't Price your friend?"
"He was an ally, not a friend and I am personally responsible for how things happened."
"What do you mean?"
"I knew the truth about you, I investigated you throughotfully before approving the transfer and your friend doctor told us the truth about the medical records."
"Then why did you go through with the transfer?"
"Because you were different and I thought things might work out and when a year passed by without any issues, I thought it was a success. We were about to open a new program for omegas in the military, but then you dissapeared. I apologize, this was an oversight on my part, I should have paid better attention."
Her words sound hollow inside your head, there's no point in shifting the blame towards her. She thought you'd be safe, you thought the same thing, it was your former team that broke that trust.
"Of course, we'll make sure to compensate you for all that happened. It will be more than enough for you to live comfortable for a long time."
You just nod, impressed but not surprised with how fast she moved to discussing the logistics. She probably has a 20 pages NDA tucked in her briefcase ready for you to sign it. As if reading your mind, Laswell pulls out a folder and before she can say anything more, you stop her:
"Let me read it when I'm not woozy from pain medication and see if I agree with the terms. I'll sign it after I get discharged. I assume you'll be taking care of the medical bills too."
She nods like it's obvious, but you learnt the hard way to not trust anyone. Laswell leaves the folder with you and exits the room. You don't feel like talking anymore and Ms Maple must sense it, she feeds you one last piece of fruit and puts her hand over yours, she'll be there when you need her. You squeeze her hand lightly as a silent "thank you".
You see them on the edge of the cliff, Gaz pushing Price in a wheelchair as Ghost is limping behind them. The captain's hands tremble a little as he struggles to open the container, you know what's in there, that's why you're here, far enough from them, but their moves still visible. He tilts it in the air as the wind picks up the ashes and carries them away. Watching the last remains of Johnny dissapear before your eyes brings a hollow feeling into your chest. Somehow, it felt proper to give a final goodbye.
You think you see Ghost sniffing the air and moving his head around, but it doesn't matter. You turn around walking away, your shadow on the ground lenghtening in front of you until you get to the car. As the engine starts, you never turn around to look back, keeping your eyes on the road ahead, you don't want to make Ms Maple wait too long.
Price: He is a traditional man so when a workaholic like him finally takes some time off and books a vacation just as your third year together approaches, you book a nail appointment just in case. I see him both as someone who would get you a brand new ring or use a family heirloom, maybe gives you both just to make sure. I think he would care more about his wedding band than having an engagement ring of his own.
Gaz: I see him as the type to get matching rings or get himself a ring to compliment yours. I think the two of you would actually have a proper discussion about this because he wants to make sure that this is something both of you want and that the timing is right. Very open to the idea of both of you proposing to each other.
Soap: Either as a joke or in an emotional moment that caught him unprepared, he proposes with a lollipop ring. If you're the one proposing to him, he'll get really flustered in the moment. He's never been more serious than when he said "yes". After that he asks the family for his grandma's ring so he can propose to you too, expect things to be too over the top and a mild risk of explosion.
Ghost: He is too afraid to be the one to propose, a really insecure part of him fearing that you might say 'no', knowing he would never be able to take the rejection so he keeps things like this, safe. When you're the one proposing to him, he'll start crying, taking off his mask to wipe the tears and snot running down his face. He would say "thank you" instead of "yes".
