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Jealous?

Price x Reader pov & au (forgot to post this omg)

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The air was warm this evening. Once you entered the mess hall, you were greeted by fellow soldiers enjoying their meals, laughs and conversations filling the air as everyone enjoyed their downtime.

You were hungry, starving even. Today’s training really beat you up. It was worth it though, you got Captain Price to mentor you after all. You felt giddy and excited when around him.

It didn’t matter to you that he was as old as your father, he is just so goddamn attractive to you. From the way he carries himself to how he grasps your arms gently with a firm grip, repositioning your stance, really made your heart flutter once you thought about it.

Your eyes surveyed the area, hoping to see Price, but sadly you didn’t. Not until you felt someone brush against your arm, stopping beside you with a warm hand on your shoulder.

“Famished from earlier aren’t you, _____?” Captain Price let out a deep chuckle, his voice accompanied by his accent sending a pleasing chill down your spine, exciting the hairs on the back of your neck.

“Definitely.” A giggle escapes your mouth. God, he was absolutely breathtaking, the way his hypnotizing, bright blue orbs look into yours. You were quite glad that you guys were friends and not just teammates for work.

Once the two of you filled your trays, you sat across each other on one of the vacant tables in the mess hall. You could at least have him to yourself, right?

Wrong. A charming female soldier approached Price as well, striking up a conversation with him. He seemed to enjoy talking with her too, leaving you to listen to their conversation and munch on your food begrudgingly.

Your face contorted into a frown, brows furrowed, leading you to sulk as you played with your meal, poking it repeatedly with your fork. Captain John Price could see your face in the corner of his eye, bringing an amused smile onto his face without you noticing.

Supper at the mess hall concluded and you left with Price and had an evening walk around the base, having a conversation which you both enjoyed.

Price stopped walking abruptly, grabbing your shoulders firmly and shifted your body to face him. “Did I upset you earlier, ____? You seemed off.” He gave you a knowing grin, aware of why you were upset.

“No you didn’t upset me at all, Captain.” You let out an awkward laugh, avoiding his gaze. That seemed to amuse him even more, bringing his face closer to yours.

“Were you jealous, ____?” He noticed. He was aware of your stares and what went through your head when you saw him. After all, a man of his age went through it all. He was experienced.

“Uh.. of course not, Captain.” You denied it, as expected. But you indeed felt the heat of jealousy once you saw Price enjoy his time with that woman while you were watching.

Captain Price went closer to your ear, his facial hair brushing your cheek gently. He whispered to you, his breath tickling your ear. Blood rushed to your face, tinting it a pretty hue of pink.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, ____. I’d like to see you smile more.”

[jejubeans]

Pov: you’re tired of könig

könig x reader scenario (wrote another one, yay!)

This was your 8th argument this week. It was over the trash. Again. It was a never ending cycle of fight and make up. Really drained the life out of you.

The stress of it showed on your face. Dark circles under your eyes, disheveled hair that you can’t tame no matter how you tweak it.

It was not just about the trash for you though. König always had these anger outbursts whenever he became overwhelmed. Anxiety isn’t a pretty thing to have.

You tried to help him, tried to get him to come along with you for some therapy sessions you booked for him, even brought him some resources to look through. He always refused to get help, his pride and ego coming always taking over.

You were tired. Why stay with a person who won’t help themselves? Why take the full brunt of the consequences of someone’s pride? You felt guilty but you knew what you had to do, and it took every ounce of courage to do it.

“König, we should stop this. All of this. I love you but I’m exhausted. I’m done.” You looked up to meet the eyes of the towering stature of the man in front of you, pleading with your eyes.

“What do you mean, meine liebe?” König stopped in his tracks, the anger he felt was replaced by shock and a hint of fear. The fear he had of losing you was beginning to happen.

His voice was sickly sweet, he always did this to make you stay. Of course he was afraid of losing you. He doesn’t have anyone else to rely on whenever he had his episodes.

“I’m tired of this cycle of breaking and making up, König. I understand your issues but it hurts me that you take out your rage on me every episode you have.” You were tearing up, it pained you to say this because you still loved him. It was just too unhealthy for you to stay.

This behemoth of a man got down on his knees, grasping your hands gently with his. He was pleading, begging you to stay with him, stay for him. “Please, ____. I’m sorry, I’ll change for you.” He looked intently into your eyes, those blue pools threatened to pull you back into his abyss.

Your heart ached for both of you. You could stay but you’d be ruined, change doesn’t come easily to a man who has pride despite how much he says he will.

“Just let me go, König.”

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You fell out of love w/ Ghost.

Au: ghost x reader

Link to the tiktok slideshow i made for this!

Your eyes fluttered open as the sun rays creeped in through a crack in the blinds. It seems to be a great morning for you.

There was movement in the corner of your eye accompanied by the rustling of sheets. You turned your head, meeting a pair of mesmerizing hazel brown eyes, seeming like pools of honey as the sunlight hit them.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley still wore his ridiculous skull balaclava when he sleeps. It was fine for you, really. You understood why, it was like a safe space for him.

You’ve been together for what? 2, 3 years now? You loved him for who he was once you got to know him as a rookie on the 141. He was standoffish and avoided you at first, but with a little bit of effort, you made him warm up to you.

It was all worth it, up until now. Once you met those warm brown eyes of his, where it always filled you with joy when you open up your eyes and seeing them, now filled you with guilt.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?” Ghost’s raspy morning voice greeted you. The voice that always made your ears perk up just felt like noise to you now.

“I slept pretty fine.” You responded without elaborating. Simon found that weird as well. You were always the type to ramble about what your dreams contained, but maybe you just didn’t have one last night.

You didn’t even greet him back, was something wrong? “(Y/n), is everything alright?” Simon asked with concern in his voice, his brows furrowed with worry as he looked into your eyes for a hint, or any hint.

“I’m okay, Simon. Nothing’s wrong at all, I promise.” You gave him a forced smile, still staring into his worried eyes, searching desperately in your heart that you still had something for him, anything.

Simon knew instantly as he continued looking into your own eyes. They seemed cold, distant. Devoid of any love or feeling for him. He should’ve realized this sooner.

The way your replies to him were short and curt, lacking in substance. Different from before. The way you easily go on your day without talking to him, just saying you were busy. The signs were all there.

“Do you still love me, (Y/n)?” Simon asked, almost pleading even. He wanted to hear it from her, lie or not. But he was only answered by silence and a blank stare.

“Let’s not talk about this when we just woke up, Simon.” You were always ready to address problems no matter the situation. That answered Simon’s question.

“Ah, yes. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”