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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.

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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.”

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Veritas, the Geo Archon of vegetation and knowledge.

Not a fan of contracts concept… I took the vision from the one of the Titans in Amphoreus

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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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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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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.”

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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.

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William Afton💀

Finished

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idk

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Oh mah gods....

Ngl. Peepaw trolling Henry with his "eggplant". "I'm coming over and bringing *it* and then it's just his eggplant.

yeah, he can offer his 🍆 to Henry :3

LATER:

wow! growing his own vegetables? a man of many talents~

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As a William Afton enthusiast... Yes but no, should be Springtrap *TECHNICALLY* but yes it is for the most part accurate!

Very accurate description of graveborns trust

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William my enemy

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Reference

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William, Henry, and Aethena mood boards (CCXCCXOC / MMNB)

I was just fucking around on Pinterest, and didn't feel much like drawing today 😭🙏 Just did headshot and anatomy sketches today.

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Sometimes I get random thoughts about oneshots I should write, and because I want to study William fckin Afton under a microscope, it’s usually about him. I know it’s freddy fazbear like WHATEVERR LOL, it’s fun to explore the crime side of things and dynamics and the potential he has as a character cuz he’s a monsterrrrr

I’m thinking about him being interrogated after Charlie’s murder, or during the whole MCI thing. And I think he would be a scarily amazing actor, like he puts on such a facade. I NEEEED him to lean in, make his voice break, and just play it up. Being like “I lost…I…I lost my son, my little boy- I KNOW what it is like to lose a child. I cannot imagine what sick, sadistic, monster could ever- EVER commit such a…a downright unspeakable act!” AHHHHHHHHH LOL I HATE HIMMMM

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gotta snap real quick