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Headcanons: How they treat you when you're tired

141 & König with reader

Price:

Absolutely tucks you into bed.

Could be his bed, could be your own, but there definitely a bed getting tucked.

Once you're warm and cozy, Price will bring you your favorite warm drink (bonus points if you both like the same kind of tea).

If he doesn't have anything else to do for the day, he'll gladly stay and cuddle with you.

The man's probably tired himself from the day and any extra time spent with you is well worth it.

If he needs to go back to work, he'd at least stay around until he made sure you were asleep.

Price would run his fingers across your hair and smile at your relaxed face.

He treasures how much you trust him in these moments.

Gaz:

You might be tired and he might not be, buthe's making a movie night out of it regardless.

He knows you'll end up falling asleep regardless, but he secretly likes it when you do because you always manage to end up on him in some way (lap/shoulder/etc.)

He'll make you both popcorn and if he's feel extra special, he'll have already gathered some snacks you can both share.

Gaz will hold you tightly and rub your shoulders as you burrito'ed in your blanket while the laptop playing a movie is sat on Gaz's lap.

You'll be fighting off sleep for a good half an hour before Gaz's yawning makes you feel even more tired.

Neither of you makes it through the movie before you're curled into each other's arms and fast asleep.

Ghost:

He's seemingly always constantly busy and you often think he doesn't have a lot of tike for you.

He'd want to give you more of his time, but he considered himself married to his work.

However, you've both come up with a solution for when you're both feeling tired.

Ghost had bought a little lap desk that he could use on the bed so that the both of you could lay side by side.

Careful maneuvering allowed you to curl into his side as he worked on the final pieces of his paperwork for that period.

You'd fall asleep and a few hours after Ghost would have his work finished.

Placing the lap desk on the floor, being careful not the wake you, he would flip over toward you and pull you into his arms.

You could feel the faint traces of his fingers running along your facial features which allowed you to fall into a deeper slumber.

Soap:

He absolutely blabbers you to sleep.

You'll both be cuddled up in bed, him asking sure the covers don't show any skin besides the faces of you both.

He'll tell you stories, either stories he has created throughout the day or stories he had witnessed or had a part in.

He enjoys story telling, but it takes him quite some time to master the quietness of nighttime story telling.

He could still get a but excited at time with his stories, but he mostly kept it under wraps.

Eventually, long after you had fallen asleep, he would wear himself out to be tired right along with you.

He'd press a kiss to your forehead right before he succumbed to sleep, squirm his way further into the blankets, and curl himself around you.

König:

If there's a bath, there's a bath to be had.

Gets all the best smelling stuff even if he's not a huge fan of it.

He knows you like it, so he'll deal with it for your sake.

It probably grows on him because those scents remind him of you.

He isn't a huge bath person himself, but he'd gladly join you if you wished for him to.

König would carefully massage your back and shoulders while cleaning you off.

Presses kisses into your water-warmed skin in spots he knows are ticklish or that make you a touch squirmy.

He'd dry you off and dress you in your favorite pj's, making sure you were comfortable.

As soon as he'd make sure you were comfortable in bed, he'd join you.

As always, requests are open :)

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Ghost x Reader: Sharing Sweets

The reader shares an offering of chocolate with Ghost.

While carefully balancing the heavy box in one arm, you unlock Ghost's room door with the other. The man inside looks up from his bed, from which he was watching a video of something on his laptop. Simon gently closes the laptop and shifts off the bed to take the box from you without so much as a word.

“Is there any reason you're bringin’ a giant box in ‘ere?” He seems a bit skeptical,

“It's for us!”

“Ah, thank you for clarifying.” Ghost side eyes you as he sets the box down, he quickly slips a knife from who knows where with a flick of his wrist. The slide of the knife along the tape is smooth, no snagging, but impressive considering you had just tried to open the box with a pair of old, rusted scissors with no luck.

“Just open it. You'll Like it.”

The man still seems a bit suspicious of the random action, but he trusts you. Which is evident by him carefully opening the flaps of the box to reveal a rather large assortment of candy, sweets, and biscuits. “What in the…”

“The little sweet shop on the corner back home, you know the one, had an Anniversary sale and because the owner is so sweet to me, said I could fill a box with what I wanted for twenty quid. I got some of my favorites and some of yours and some I think we would both like if we tried them out.”

“This is… a lot.”

“Yeah… I only filled it halfway because I felt guilty but the sweet older woman who owns the store kept telling me to take more and even kept throwing stuff in there as well. I've known her since I was a child, she's practically a second grandmother to me.”

“That's very kind of her.”

“It is!” You reach into the box and pull out a bag of what appeared to be some sort of salted chocolate. The bag is quickly opened and a chocolate is held out to Ghost. “Take it. Tell me what you think.”

He takes a small bite of the chocolate once taking the sweet from your hand. He hums in approval before tossing the rest in his mouth. “Pretty good. The caramel has a really nice softness.” A small smile paints his face. You knew he liked chocolate, so upon mentioning this fact to the old woman at the store, she had eagerly put some of her top sellers in the box.

“I swear the woman is magic with her recipes and skills.”

Ghost chuckles and snags another chocolate from the bag before popping it in his mouth. “She must have good taste.” He speaks with a smirk forming on his face.

“That she does.”

As always, requests are open :)

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I just found your blog and im already OBSESSED 😍

Would I be able to request Ghost with a prek/kindergarten teacher? Maybe helping her make decorations for the classroom or building cubby’s for the classroom?

Thank you!

Sorry for the delayed response. Got caught up in uni work, but I hope you like it!

"Why is everything so tiny?" Simon nudged a rather small chair away from an equally as small circular table.

Because they're tiny. I am a kindergarten teacher after all. Everything is small because it promotes a better learning environment for the children. They're small, so having things in their size lets them experience things in the way an adult would." You bump the chair back into place with your knee and move to set the box down on one of the tables with a heavy thump

"I... guess that makes sense. Do you have a normal-sized chair I can sit in, preferrably Simon-sized so I don't get stuck in it?"

"I have my stool behind mt desk, but I'm going to be sitting on it to finish up some lesson plans. Which while zi work on those you'll be putting together paper chains to hang around my classroom. I need links of 100, as many as you can make before you run out of paper. Chop chop, mister." You clap your hands together and toss your hair over your shoulder as you walk toward your desk. You can hear Simon grumble behind you before you hear the creaking groan of him finding a seat in on of the tiny chairs. Consider yourself impressed it didn't break with his weight.

The rhythm of you typing away on your keyboard combined with the rustling of paper from Simon, it was relaxing in your classroom. Your classroom had a calming aura to it with its dimmed lighting and purple and green theme. You tried your best to not get distracted from your task, but seeing the tall and broad man sitting before you at a tiny kindergarten table using kiddie scissors to cut up strips of construction paper to glue together made you smile. You felt your heart melt at the thought this big man would do anything for you if you asked. Maybe you could convince him to play a tree in the play you wanted to host later in the year.

Distracted from looking at him, you barely notice him sealing the last of the steps together creating about 4 chains. He stretches his fingers and looks over his shoulder toward you with a glare, but you could see the hints of a smile in the same eyes. "I think that's the rest of them. Anything else you want me to do?"

You dart your eyes away back to your screen. Despite trying your best to not get distracted, you had lost your place within your work. You really needed to finish this up before class started up again the following week, so you glanced around the room to see what else he could do. Just your luck, but you spotted some boxes to the side that you had been meaning to put together for some years now. The cubbies had been in storage in your back closest for a while, you just kept putting them on the back burner. Better now than ever, you suppose. "You could out together those cubbies and line them up by the door. I have some screwdrivers in my desk. Not sure what you'd need."

Simon grunted in agreement and moved over toward your desk to retrieve the screwdrivers you pulled from your drawer. With a quick swipe, the tools were gone and Simon was off on a mission to put those cubbies together. Thankfully, he was working out of your direct line of sight so you wouldn't be distracted by the horrifically tight black T-shirt he wore as it stretched across his back as he moved.

Eventually, everything was finished up and you were thankful for the help, even though you did have to bribe Simon a bit. Though you believe he wanted to spend the day with you anyway considering he wasn't sure how long his leave would last. Regardless, you finally could mark those items off your to do list and worry about spending the next day relaxing in bed with Simon.

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Headcanons: The First I Love You

141 + König ❤️

Totally not something for Valentine's Day 2 weeks late...

Price:

He would probably be the first to say it between the two of you.

It would reach a point where he couldn't hide it from you, he just had to get it out.

He knew you were the one, his only one.

Might as well tell you how much he loves you every chance he can get.

Gaz:

A bit slower than Price, but he would automatically assume the both of you knee you loved each other without words.

Words didn't need to be said when you doted on each other, made sure the other was happy and healthy.

So saying 'I love you' took a lot longer, but you didn't need to hear it to know it was true.

Soap:

You were probably the one to say it first, only because Soap would feel a bit nervous about saying something so serious.

As soon as he heard the words from you, it was like he had unlocked a part of himself.

It didn't matter what you did or what you said, he would look at you with hearts in his eyes and a muttered 'I love you.'

Ghost:

Would hold out saying it for as long as possible because he thinks that if he said it, you would suddenly disappear from his life.

You said it first, but even then it took Ghost many more days and weeks to even mutter it out to you while you were asleep.

Eventually, he does manage to tell you directly to your face which leaves you giddy and smiling for the rest of the day and more.

He doesn't say it often, but he believes that it's worth more that way. That in the moments he truly feels it, it has a bigger impact.

König:

A mutual agreement of loving each other.

A circumstance where you both stuttered out the words to each other before earning laughter from the other.

It became an occurance, to see how often you two could say it to each other, to be genuinely in love with each other.

You wanted to see him smile, he wanted to see you laugh.

A sort of competition, to see how much the other could prove their love with a spoken 'I love you.'

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König x Reader: Warmth

Reader and König return to their apartment for designated leave together.

“It's a bit chilly here, isn't it?” You glance over toward the towering Austrian man standing behind you. The apartment, which was left empty for quite some time while the both of you were on active duty, was cold and dusty from not being lived in. However, the two of you finally scored some leave time together after trying for a year.

“Ja, just a bit. I'll go get the thermostat figured out and you can take our bags to the bedroom.” König pats you on the shoulder and sets his bag on the thrifted couch you acquired a few years back. The bag flung some dust up into the air and the man winced. That would definitely need to be cleaned amongst everything else.

“On it. Make it a mission.” You laugh and shrug his bag across your shoulder and move toward the back of the apartment where the door to the bedroom resided.

Upon opening the door, you found an equally dusty bed, which would be the first thing you'd tackle. Setting the bags to the side of the room, you began to strip the bed of its covers and sheets to wash later. Grabbing a new set for the bed, you begin to carefully make the bed and to tuck the corners in as if it were your bunk bed back on base. Habits die hard.

König eventually joined you in the bedroom to take the bed covers out of the room to put with the rest of the laundry that'll surely need to be done before returning to begin dusting off spaces with a duster he had managed to pull out of somewhere. You didn't even know you had a duster. Having the man around seemed to be becoming more and more useful.

Eventually, the room was cleared with the precision you were trained for. All ledges, tables, desks, and drawers were dust free and reorganized. König had chosen a side of the bed for himself, placing his belongings on it in a way that made your heart flutter. Knowing this was his space as well as yours, that it was shared, made you happier than you had ever remembered being.

“Can we order from that one place?” His accented English was charming, you knew he was asking for you to call the order in because he was really wanting food from the grill place down the street. You smile and nod your head in agreement.

“Yeah. You want the chicken with the rice again?” You unzip your bag on the floor and pull out your phone to begin hunting through the contacts to find the number.

“Bitte?”

“Of course. I'll place the order and run to grab it. You stay here and see if you can get that TV working. We can eat while we watch TV in bed, we've gotten enough cleaning done for today.”

With the food ordered and picked up, you returned to the house to find König snuggled into your bed with the covers pulled up to his chin. Upon seeing you, he sits up and makes grabby hands toward the bag of food. He laughs when you place the bag next to him and he eagerly begins to pull out his food as you get into bed beside him. He had chosen some sort of documentary about sea creatures to watch, which was fine with you. Within the covers, you snuggled up to König and pulled a spate blanket around both of your shoulders as you ate each of your chosen meals.

The apartment felt warm again, whether it was the thermostat regulating the temperature or the man worming his way into your life, it wasn't certain.

As always, requests are open.

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Headcanons: Amusement Park/Carnival First Date

141 & König with reader

Requested on Discord

Price:

Mostly in it for walking around and holding hands.

He absolutely loves the Ferris Wheel and sits next to you with his hand rubbing your leg.

Probably tries to sneak a smooch in when you get stuck on the top of the ride.

He'll probably take you home after a few hours, but detour and find a quiet hideaway spot that overlooks the area and/or park.

Pulls out a blanket and snacks and you both sit there for a few more hours just chatting and laughing with each other.

Drives you back home and ends the night with a kiss on your cheek.

Gaz:

He's super sweet about asking you put to the amusement park in the first place.

He isn't sure if it was a good idea, with it being a bit stereotypical, but he stuck with it.

He's in it for the fun and the laughs and ends up having the most fun he's had for a while.

If there's some sort of love tunnel-like ride, that's his final ride of the evening.

He sneaks his hand into yours when the darkness covers the both of you, leaning into you.

You both whisper into the dark, speaking to each other, to not break the spell the atmosphere settled into.

He walks you home with an arm around your shoulders with his coat draped over them and ends the night with a tight hug and a promise for another date.

Ghost:

It was a spur-of-a-moment decision and probably googled what to do on the first date as soon as he asked you out.

He doesn't do dates and doesn't do a lot of social things besides what he deems required of himself, so asking you out was a complete accident.

He doesn't regret asking you out, and more or less is surprised he managed to build the courage in that dark and gloomy pub.

There were people everywhere at the amusement park, however Ghost had managed to choose a time where the crowd was significantly lighter in density.

You were a bit startled to find out Ghost had decided to wear a simple medical mask rather than a balaclava, but you couldn't deny he was handsome either way.

Ghost stuck to the rides that didn't have long lines, some of which kind of sucked, but spending the time together was what mattered.

Soap:

Thinks the idea of an amusement park date is "originial" and "unique" despite it being a pretty popular choice.

The entire date is a game of keeping up with him, one ride to the next to the next.

He's obsessed with the rollar coasters, convincing you to join him on some of the scariest coasters you've ever seen in your life that makes you regret saying yes - but you have fun regardless.

Once you both tire of the rides, Soap takes you to enjoy the food of the park- introducing you to some of the most sketchiest places to eat you've seen.

Soap swears by these places despite having never been to this park before.

He takes you back home and awkwardly tries to give you a kiss, you laugh and give him a better one.

Soap probably ends up with food poisoning.

König:

It was your idea to go to the amusement park, a new ride had opened up and you really wanted to go.

König was a bit nervous about it, he wasn't much for amusement parks, but for you he wanted to give it a shot.

He put up with all the noises and excitement for your sake, to see you smiling and happy.

He really loved it when you finally got through the line for the new ride, your face lit up as you drug him to the gate to get a seat.

Later on, after the ride, König had to rub your back and made sure so hair was in the way as you leaned over a nearby trashcan.

The ride was fun, but you wouldn't be going back, König agreeing with you as he was a tad bit sick himself.

The walk back, both of you deciding to forgo eating anything in the moment, was relaxing and you learned quite a bit about the gentle giant.

Despite the date being less than favorable, you both agreed you'd gladly like to go on another... maybe something a bit less nausea inducing.

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Price x Reader: Bartender

Price meets a bartender who seems to understand.

“How about I pour you a glass on the house, you look a hit worked up. Something bothering you?” Price startles at the voice coming from beside him. He'd been so out of it he didn't realize the Bartender had gone down the line and reached him at the end already.

“Ah. Yeah. Just some work stuff.” Price sniffs and rubs at his nose before clearing this throat. “Being in charge of men who don't want to listen, for better or worse. Love the boys, but sometimes they make me do much more paperwork than necessary.”

“Military yeah?”

“How'd you tell?”

The Bartender chuckles and shakes their head before placing a glass on the counter from behind the bar. “You're wearing a shirt that says Captain John Price on the breast pocket. Made some assumptions because you didn't look like you played on a sports team. Only one other captain I could think of.”

Price looks down at his shirt, totally forgetting he'd thrown on the blasted thing. It was all he had left in his drawer that wasn't in the laundry basket. “Seems so. If you're still thinking about letting me have that drink, I might have to take you up on it. Seems I've gone and embarrassed myself.”

The bartender lets out a bark of laugWhat'and bangs their hand on the bar top twice before snorting. They shake their head and scoot the glass toward Price. “What're we feeling today, Captain?”

“Hate to admit it to the bastard I'm annoyed with, but in the spirit of my anger hit me with a scotch. Neat preferably.”

The Bartender winks and crouches blow the counter for a few seconds before popping back up. He begins pouring the drink with a laugh. “My kinda man, it seems. Anything else I can get for the Captain?”

Price seems to think for a moment before smiling, his mustache riding up with the movement. “Your number, maybe? Here I went and embarrassed myself once, hoping that's enough for this interaction.”

The bartender laughs and taps the counter again. “I'll see about it, Captain.”

Price watches the bartender move away and begin serving the others at the bar once again, he continues to sip at his drink with a sigh. Worth a shot, regardless.

Eventually, the end of his bar trip comes to an end and he waves for his tab. He had gotten a few refills throughout the evening after the first glass was poured. The Bartender from before slides his tab over to him to sign off on it and written on it is a scribbled out number followed by a smiley face with a note reading ‘Don't worry about it. I paid. Hope to talk more, Captain.’

Price looks up from the paper to see the bartender send a wink his way with a smile before turning around to continue serving. He carefully tucks the paper into his wallet while leaving a generous tip. He wasn't about to let the other get away with nothing after all, cheeky bastard.

As always, requests are open. Also if you'd like to pop in and chat about cod, here's my discord server :)

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Ghost x Reader: Cooking Together

Reader and Ghost share a meal together

“What do you think about ordering out?” You ask as you rummage through your various storage locations within your kitchen and find out you don't have a single thing. 

“You have that chicken in the fridge, just do that.” Simon sets his book down on his leg and looks over toward you. “It needs to be fixed anyway, I don't want it to go bad.”

You deeply sigh, open the fridge, and grab the chicken to examine it. “Don't have anything else to go with it.” 

“I can handle the chicken while you fix that broccoli in the freezer. I think we have some of those instant potatoes somewhere.” The man stands with a grunt after placing his book to the side. He joins you in the kitchen by washing his hands and snatching the package of chicken from you. While placing it on the counter, he crouches down to grab a pan from the cupboard. Ceasing Simon turns to look at you with an eseoerated look on his face before it quickly turns into a smile. “Can’t resist anything, can you?”

“Absolutely not.” You pat his back and move around him to grab whatever it is you needed from the freezer. Being in charge of frozen broccoli was a very important mission after all. 

Once the bag of broccoli was placed in the microwave and the timer was counting down, you began to hunt the kitchen for the bag of instant potatoes that was promised. Sneaking by Simon, not without another tap to his rear, you eventually find the bag of instant mashed potatoes that luckily was still in date. While the broccoli was microwaving, you began the process of standing next to Simon at the stove to boil the water. Eventually, he knocks his hip into your own and wraps an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to his side. Simon presses a kiss into your hairline, which gives you enough of a chance to sneak another rear tap.

With minimal damage to each of your prides, the meal was eventually created and the table was set. As you were placing down plates and silverware for the both of you, Simon had disappeared into the depths of the house in search of something. When asked, he simply told you not to break anything and snuck down the hallway. 

As you began scooping out serving for the both of you, Simon returned while holding something behind his back. As he steps closer, you tug his arm to reveal the hidden item. The item turned out to be a very basic-looking candle, with no label to even suggest it was scented, but that wasn’t what truly mattered. He flicked a lighter out of his pocket and lit it. After carefully lighting the candle, he placed it in the middle of the table with a bashful smile. Tossing the lighter on the kitchen counter, he sat down in his chosen spot with a grin. “I can’t believe we didn’t manage to burn anything. It truly smells nice.”

“We had plenty of fun making it together, so even if it did turn out terrible, the journey we had along the way was worth much more than a tasty dinner.”

“Very cheesy, but I agree. Even if you got more than a few smacks of my arse thrown in there in an attempt to distract me.”

As always, requests are open :)

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Price x Reader: Paperwork

You help out Price with paperwork.

Cracking the door open revealed Price hunched over his desk and flipping through a set of papers. A few more similar stacks were sprawled across the surface of his desk. His gaze turns upward when you shut the door behind you, your arms holding two trays of food from the mess.

“You��ve been at that for hours now. Take a break?” You use your foot to toe out the chair across from Price’s desk. With a bit of a struggle, you can precariously place the trays of food in free spaces without them laying on top of any of the papers or other odds and ends littering the desktop.

“Afraid I can’t. I should’ve done this much sooner but I gave this paperwork off to a newer captain and they went and messed it up. Everything is wrong and out of order and it came back to me for me to fix it. I should’ve done it myself to begin with.” The man grumbles under his breath and continues flipping through a stack of papers, briefly making a note or scribbling something out with the pen tightly held.

“The whole point of transferring the paperwork is so you have less on your plate to work with. Why aren’t they fixing their mistakes?”

“Because the lucky bastard went on a month's leave for his wedding right after submitting this garbage. It ended up defaulting back to me.”

“What's it about?” You pull one of the trays of food into you lap and nudge the other close to Price's side of the desk.

“A lot of things, really.” He taps his pen against a Sheet if paper. “This one here is something involving that incident that happened down at the range where the fool dropped a tub of ammo casings and caused another idiot to step on to send him flying. Soap got a laugh out of that one, poor recruit ended up with a broken arm and a lifetime's worth of embarrassment. Heard from Gaz they're calling him Roly-Poly now.”

You snicker and grab a sheet of paper off of one of the stacks and look over it. Seemed to be about stock refills, it was simple enough. Grabbing a pen out of a mug labeled ‘World's Best Peepaw’ you began to make notes and sign off on things.

“What are you doing?”

“What's it look like? I'm helping.” You wave the paper at him and go back to working through the list of items and stopping periodically to take a bite of the dry steak that was served to the masses. “Also eat your food. It may be shitty but it'll be more shitty when it's cold.”

“I have to sign those, you know.” He picks up a fork and knife to cut off a piece of the meat and places it into his mouth.

“Your signature is painfully easy to forge. Let me handle this stack and you handle your more official ones. No one will have to know and you'll get it finished much faster this way and actually get out of his office and go to bed at a reasonable hour like the grandfather you are.” You wave the pen at him. “So eat your food and get cracking.”

“Fine, fine. If anything is even remotely off and it comes back at me again, I'm blaming you.”

“Fine by me. I just want you to relax more than you do. You deserve it.”

“Ill take your word for that, love.”

As always, requests are open!

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Gaz x Reader: Sleepy Kisses

Giving love in the sleepiest of moments

“I don't know how you do it.”

You raise an eyebrow as you turn over toward Gaz, your phone flopping down on the best beside you. He seemed rather tired. “Do what?”

“Not fall asleep scrolling on your phone this late. You're putting me to sleep just watching you.”

“I'm not sure, to be honest. Just mindless, numb stimulation. I don't even pay attention to half of what I scroll through.”

Gaz hums in acknowledgement and snags your phone from where it was resting beside you. He plugs it in and unceremoniously tosses it on the floor next to the bed. “Then let's stop doom scrolling for night, yeah? You'll put us both to sleep before I get to do what I want.”

“What you want? Wha-”

Gaz is quick to snag you by the clothes and yank you under the covers. You feel his cool hands tickle at your sides. No amount of kicking can save you from his tickles, the blanket only getting tangled around you both. “I must appease the tickle monster. His voice beckons me to his realm.”

“Bullshi-”

The tickles do not cease before you manage to get a freed elbow and knock Gaz lightly in the face. Both of you laugh and huff out air as he pulls you into his chest. You bat a wandering hand away, afraid he will try again with the ticking touches. Instead he takes your hand and presses a soft kiss to the back of it, a smile painting his face. Then another to your knuckles, then another to your wrist. Soon he travels up your arm, stopping to press kisses light enough that the faint ticklish feeling follows the path.

He eventually makes his way to your neck, pressing a kiss to a spot he knows makes you twitch with how sensitive the spot is. With a laugh, you try to nudge his head away but he just nuzzles his face deeper into your skin. With a final kiss pressed to your jaw, he removes himself from the immediate space. You can still feel his warm breath against your cheek as you turn to look into his eyes. His smile gleams. “Sleepy now?”

“I could be convinced.”

“Hmm. How about this?” He presses a kiss to the side of your mouth.

“A little to the left.” A kiss to the other side of your mouth, you groan and wrap your arms around his shoulder to pull him in closer. Your foreheads touch gently.

“Did I miss?”

“Yes.” You lean forward and press your mouth to his, a faint laugh sounding from you both.

“Your version is much better.”

“It always is.” You smile as he tucks you against his chest, both falling asleep soon after.

As always, requests are open.

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Soap x Reader: Laundry

Reader and Soap wash clothes? Ig? Idk how else to describe this one, chat

Staring at the pile of laundry before you, not even just your own because Soap decided he truly needed to add his own clothing to the pile, you decide you definitely need to take a trip down the hall to get this sorted. However, as if a higher power were watching out for you, the devil whose name is John MacTavish walks through the door. Upon seeing you holding a hefty arm full of the clothing pile, the man tries to walk back out the door.

“Nope. Nuh uh. You're helping with the laundry. This is a monster we've both created.” As you speak, you can see the smile on Soap's face drop. Similar to that of a dog, he perks back up when you beckon him closer to press a kiss to his cheek. “Behave and we can go watch the demolition demo later on. By behave, I mean help pack these clothes into the baskets to carry down the hall to the laundry room.”

The Scot sighs and shakes his head before beginning to stuff the dirty clothes into the laundry basket. “Why did we let it get this bad?”

“We didn't do anything. You wanted to keep putting it off and off and now I've run out of shirts and I can't really wear yours because you've run out of shirts too. Don't think I haven't noticed that shirt you've sniffed three times and worn four times.”

“I was trying to be sneaky about it. I see I have failed in this regard.”

“You're not exactly subtle, love.”

Getting the clothes to the laundry room was a bit of a hassle, but the two of you were successful in getting everything there. Only a few socks and shirts were dropped along the way with a swift pick up. After loading everything into the washers, you step back and turn to Soap who was checking out the assortment of detergent along the wall, of which you could get with a few coins.

“Checking out the competition, Soap?”

“Shush, you.” He turns to face you. His smile on his face giving away the happiness not found in his voice. “Was just seeing what this place even had to work with.”

You shrug, you bring your own stuff to use, always have. You didn't have a clue what the base had to use. “Probably cheap stuff.”

“I don't even know these brands. The hell is Koala Klean? What does freshwater even smell like? These are absurd.”

“That is why I bring my own stuff to use. Knowing how this place likes to spend money, I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up with a full body wash just from smelling them.”

Soap hums in agreement

The clothes end up dry after a few hours of you and Soap chatting away and playing games on your phones together. Organizing the clothes with minimal distraction from Soap proves to take about twenty minutes. Eventually, the two of you end up with fresh clothes and a date to go see the demolition later, you made a promise after all and Soap behaved.

As always, requests are open :)

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I have a request!!

Can you do headcanons and/or a short blurb for König, Soap, and Price with a fem!s/o who constantly gets hate and bullied online for no reason? She hasn’t done anything wrong she just likes to post things that she made and is proud of, like photography, art, edits, etc. They see her reading comments and trying not to cry, how would they be in the moment?

It’s totally fine if you don’t want to or if you need time there’s no rush!<3

Added a read more because I got super into this and the post is very long. Hopefully, this is good to read, definitely had fun writing it! 💚

König:

"What is wrong, mein Schatz?" The man seemed greatly concerned upon finding you with tears in your eyes while looking at your phone.

"Just some... mean comments. Nothing bad." Your hand reaches up to wipe at your eyes but König stops you. He settles down next to you and the pad of his thumb gently caresses your cheek.

"Nothing bad? Anything mean towards you is automatically considered bad. What is it about?" His brows furrow in concern as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear to better hold your face in his hand.

"Just some bad reactions to a photo I posted. It wasn't the best photo, but I was proud of it and I think that's why it hurts a bit more."

"Oh nein, nein, nein. Nothing could ever be bad if it came from you. Creativity should not be judged and ridiculed, no matter the person. And it definitely shouldn't be yours either." He holds out his hand and makes a grabby motion. "Give me your phone. I will get rid of all the comments so you won't have to look at them and I will replace them with my own."

"You don't have to do that. I just need to get over it."

"I am still going to do it. Gib mir jetzt das Handy." He makes the hand motion and you hand over the phone. The man seems a bit upset about some of the comments, but he happily deletes them as he pulls you closer to him with his free arm. "This happens again and you come to me, ja?"

Soap:

"What has you all worked up?" He raises an eyebrow as he sits down on the couch next to you. You gladly lean into the arm Soap wraps around your shoulders.

"It's nothing really. Just... need to get over myself." You sniffle and move to tuck your phone away but he's much quicker. Soap snags it out of your grip as you exclaim at him to give it back.

"Nah. Nope. Not giving it back till I know what has you all worked up. Can't stand to see you upset like this, lassie. You being sad makes me sad, and that's a crime against nature."

You fight back a sniffle as you watch him scroll through the post you had open of a picture of a painting you and posted because you were rather proud of it. "You don't need to worry about it."

"Oh, I absolutely need to worry about it because it's my right to worry over my girlfriend." He begins to scroll through the comment section and his smile drops. "Is it the painting you posted? The comments from the asses?"

Your silence is greeted with a grunt and a few pings from your phone of Soap deleting the comments. You sniffle and press your face into his shoulder.

"Boom. All gone. I'd have a go with them if I could. Smash all their faces in. Your painting was absolutely stunning. Right bonnie like the artist who painted it."

Price:

Price wasn't sure what had you crossing you phone on the nightstand with a huff, had you crossing your arms and deeply sighing with a shaky breath of air. He wasn't as attached to the device like you were, didn't quite understand the importance of it other than for communication. "Did your phone die?"

"No. Still at sixty percent, just... upset over something."

Price hums in acknowledgement as he removes his shoes before sitting on the bed next to you. Rolling to face you, a hand rests on your hip and rubs soft circles into the sliver of skin that showed. "Care to share with the class?"

"It's... I made a post about this edit I made. It was the first edit I made in quite some time. It wasn't the greatest edit ever, not viral-worthy either, but I was proud of it."

"An edit?"

"Like... a series of clips of a TV show or movie or video game set to music. It's... I can't explain it well, but that isn't what mattered."

"Well, regardless of what it was, in sure it was great. You're a creative person, and if it made you proud then it made you proud. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks if you enjoyed it and had fun with it, then that's what truly matters. I'm sure people liked it, but comments usually come from people who are jealous of your abilities. Don't let them get to you, love." He smiles and pulls you closer to press a heavy kiss to your neck. "And certainly don't let them have the satisfaction of knowing they got to you. I'll fight off every one of those... haters? Whatever they're called, they don't deserve to know you."

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König x Reader: Grieving your Parents

TW: Death of Family Members; shorter than normal and more headcanon-y

You had just gotten the call that changed everything. Your parents, whom you've been waiting to get time to go visit, had been seriously injured in a car accident. The hospital back in your hometown Had called to share the information, with a warning that they most likely wouldn't make it through the night. Even a flight back home wouldn't make it till tomorrow morning, you were stuck where you were and couldn't do a thing. König had been there through it all, through the entire phone call. As soon as he heard you say who you were, he knew something about the call wasn't good. No one ever called you, you were more of a texter than anything else.

König was instantly by your side, his arm around you while his hand rubbed at the arm folded across your chest with the feeling of anxiety. He had heard everything on the phone so as soon as you hung up, he was pulling you into his chest and pressing his lips to the top of your head while whispering soft words.

You were rather grateful to have him there in the moment, the anchor was life-saving in the moment. Knowing he would hold you the entire night, keep you safe in his arms while you grieved, was the world to you. Even after it had passed, he was by your side through all the processing. You were grateful to have him by your side, forever and always.

As always, requests are open :)

[metalfuzzwriting]

Hey! Welcome to my blog!

My name's Eddie (or Das for those who know), and I enjoy writing and art (tho I never post art on Tumblr.) Anyway, here is my intro and my request board for asks. I've taken away some of the characters I'll write for because they were never really requested.

So I mainly write Call fo Duty stuff and you'll see that as you tour my blog posts. I mainly write for Modern Warfare (reboot or OG but mainly reboot as that's what I've played) but I can give other cod characters a shot if you truly want them!

List of the most popular ones/ones I do the most:

Any of the 141 (Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, etc.)

Any 141 adjacent characters (Farah, Alex, Nikolai, etc.)

Kortac (König is probably the best, but I can attempt some of the others if you're interested)

You can request any other characters and I can't certainly give it a shot.

Also, I write gender-neutral by default if you're requesting an x reader. However, I will do Ghost x Soap as well as Canon x OC (but you must give me something to work with or if I know you, just drop the name and I'll give it my best shot).

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König x Nolan (OC)

Meeting the Family: Part 1

“You don't talk about your family much.” König seemed a bit confused as he looked over at the man beside him on the train. The two were packed together in a rather small seat, well the seat was average sized but König was a fair share above average. Nolan wasn't all that small either, at least broadly.

“Soap talks about them enough that I don't feel the need to.” Nolan rolls his head to the side, his neck popping, to look at König.

“Ja. Soap speaks of his family, but you never speak of yours.”

Nolan blinks slowly before furrowing his eyebrows. The Scot sits up in his seat and turns his body to face König. “Are you serious?”

“Of Course I am. I just assumed you had ill will toward your family, but we’re currently on a train to see them so that didn't seem to add up in my mind.”

Nolan snorted and leaned back in his chair with a thud, he was starting to get restless. His skin felt like it was thumping and he'd picked his nail beds raw just in a few hours they were on the train. “Soap and I are brothers, König.”

The Austrian tilts his head. “Brothers?”

“Sort of. Our mothers are identical twins, Which makes me and Soap genetically half brothers. When our families merged when everyone found out, we were just called ‘the brothers’ because we were the only men besides Soap's father around the house. Soap and I refer to each other as such, even though by relation we're cousins.”

“That… makes a lot of sense. I am completely surprised I did not know this about you. You act similar and look alike.”

“Away an bile yer heid.”

“Ah, ah, ah. You can no longer use that against my ignorance. Your lovely brother-in-law taught me what that meant when Soap said it to Gaz.”

“Brother-in-law?”

“Ghost, ja?”

“They aren't married, König.”

“They might as well be. They argue like a married couple. Just the other day they were arguing over what blanket they should buy for their bed. I snuck a peak and the blankets looked exactly the same, just different colors. It amazes me how people are like that.”

“I don't really understand the whole couple thing, not really. Always gave it my best and you know how that turned out.”

“I think you do the couple thing perfectly fine! Sure we aren't exactly conventional compared to Ghoap-”

“Did you just-”

“But we make it work, ja? Aroaceing against the world.” König draws his hand through the air as if giving a performance.

“I don't think that's a word.”

“It doesn't matter if it's a word. We work well together, mein Schotte, and that's what matters.” König finishes his statement by poking Nolan on the nose. “It also helps that you are very adorable.”

“I kill men with my bare hands, König.”

“Ja! That only helps!”

“You're crazy, absolutely crazy. I don't know how your brain works sometimes.”

“It keeps people thinking. It's quite entertaining.”

Nolan scoffs and shakes his head. His dual colored gaze looks out the window at the fast passing nature. “I think we're almost there. I want out of here as fast as we can go. Don't like the rush of people.”

“Affirmative, Lieutenant.”

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König x Nolan (OC)

König surprises Nolan with a change of scenery.

Requested on Discord

Keep in mind I only know basic German and not the differences between that and Austria's German language (so if translations are different between those, excuse them lol)

“What are you doing?” Nolan crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow as he speaks.

König, who looked as if he were carrying a laundry basket full of blankets and pillows halts his moments. “Your room is depressing, mein Ritter, so I have taken it upon myself to make it much more freundlich!”

“My room is perfectly fine, König. It's neat, clean, and suits my needs. I don't need more junk in there.” Nolan can sense the frown the other has on his face under the mask, his shoulders slump downward. The man was much more expressive when it came to Nolan and he was grateful for it. He wasn't the best at getting social cues. 

“Ja, but it is still sad. You want me to stay in your room?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then let me make the best bed suited for cuddles you've ever seen!"

Nolan doesn't get a word out before the man laughs and continues down the hallway. He doesn't have a key to Nolan's room… nor the passcode for it, so the Scot isn't sure how he plans to get into the room to do his scheming. 

Once the day ends, Nolan having not seen a single visual of the Austrian, he's a bit worn out. Maybe a wee bit more than a bit, his shoulders were slumped and he was glad to leave his office from where his posture was nothing less than shrimp imitation as he sorted through paperwork that Ghost had dropped on him. He was going to get the bastard back some day, whether it'll be tomorrow or in months. It will happen. 

Making his way to his room, he had completely forgotten about König having taken over his room. Upon opening the door, he's greeted with green and orange fairy lights lining his walls and ceiling, and a few rugs of similar colors decorating the floor. His computer looks neatly cleaned and taken care of, it needed it after Nolan had sidelined it for so long. However, his bed was a mess of extra pillows and blankets piled on top of it, some carefully balanced to create a blanket fort. Carefully closing the door behind him, Nolan walks into the room toes his shoes off, and takes in all the decorations around the room. Some of Soap's drawings are taped to the walls, a few posters of his favorite bands and video games that he knows he never told anyone about, and some printed-out photos of his family, the 141, and some silly selfies he had taken upon König’s insistence also line the walls. 

The man himself, who seems to have burrowed himself into the Lieutenant's bed, is snoring away with his masks abandoned and thrown over the back of Nolan's computer chair. He seems rather comfortable, considering he redecorated Nolan's entire room, the Scot isn't all that surprised. 

Nolan begins unbuckling his belt and quietly placing it on the hook next to his door before managing to rid himself of stubborn pants and socks. Once he is free from his garments, he carefully maneuvers himself into his bed, which squeaks and alerts the other man to his movement. Blue eyes creak open and, upon seeing Nolan, he smiles sleepily and reaches a hand out slowly in a grabby motion. The redhead flops down on his bed no longer worrying about waking the other. König is quick to readjust himself so one of his ears is pressed to Nolan’s chest and one of Nolan's arms is wrapped around his broad shoulders. 

“You do this for me?” Nolan rubs a finger along the shell of the other’s ear. 

“Who else would I do this for?” König smiles up at Nolan with partially closed eyes. 

“Ach, suppose that makes sense.”

“Do you… like it?” 

“It's… different. I was surprised. Though I will say it feels a lot more homey and less like a hospital.”

“Well, I knew how much you disliked hospitals and that your room looked like one. So, I took it upon myself to un-hospital your room. Maybe now that it's less gloomy, you won't spend so much of your free time in that damned office. I have an office and I never use it, so I know you can do work better in a space that's more uplifting.”

“Danke, König.” Nolan settles himself and gets comfortable on his pillow. 

“Gern geschehen, mein Herz.” König nuzzles his way into Nolan's chest, his favorite place, and returns to slumber peacefully.