#cod wip

[killerpancakeburger]

Currently in an angsty mood.

On top of the xmas fic, I have one about a fat, insecure Reader who hates their body but deals by mostly ignoring it. Until they start dating Johnny. They plan to hide their body from him until it's not possible anymore and, when he inevitably breaks up with them after seeing them naked, they'll just have to suck it up.

Spoilers but not really: Soap ends up seeing them nude by accident, but there's no way he's leaving. (Plus, you’re even more mouthwatering than he imagined) He can’t believe you find yourself ugly. First of all, how dare you. That's his partner you’re talking about. Second of all, he's a very persuasive man. He'll change your mind.

I also want to write about Soap losing his mind over Reader wanting to break up (for bad/bs reasons) with him. I want him to not be able to picture a future where they're gone. I want him begging on his knees for Reader to not leave him. As some fucked up way to demonstrate how much he cares about them, how much they means to him, how viscerally he needs them.

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[guppybibi]

Late WIP Wednesday ..

(aaa km not sure if i should finish this, it started off strong but just fell off and now my brain isnt working)

Simon’s home & marriage was his refuge, until it wasn't. He knew something wasn't right when you were coincidentally prepared for his return, all dolled up when you greeted him with an “I miss you” kiss. No, he was sure it wasn't you when he saw that the dinner table was prepared with a generous spread of food on it.

There was no reason for you to come this prepared, everytime he comes home from deployment is a surprise. So..how exactly are you this ready? It didn't sit right with him, the whole thing felt like it came out of a painfully obvious scripted reality TV show.

But food was food and after countless weeks spent eating barely edible MRE’s, a home cooked meal was all he needed. Sluggishly, he sat down at his unsaid designated spot at the dinner table. He closely watched if you would sit down at your designated spot, if you didn't; that’d explained a lot. You do end up sitting at your spot, it wasn't all that hard to do though. Dinner with you was unsettling to say the least, all of the small talk you were making felt forced, it’s barely been an hour and he already feels like he's going crazy.

He knows more than to question you upfront though, having gone through enough interrogations to know that he should take his time and that you could get hostile if things don't go your way. You could be a threat for all he knew, and it's better to be safe than sorry. Unsure if it was the right decision, he starts out some sort of small talk himself, asking you some seemingly innocent questions.

“What were yer up to while I was gone, luv?” He asks mid chew. “Oh not much, I just picked up a new hobby actually. Clay sculpting! I've been watching online tutorials, I could say I’ve been getting the hang of it if I do say so myself.” Liar, was all he could think while he subconsciously nodded to your words. You hated clay, not fond of the texture it had and the way it’d get stuck under your nails. Perhaps it was another one of your impulsive decisions, jumping into conclusions should be the last thing he should be doing. It could cost him more harm than good, so he lets it slide. For now at least.

“Sculpting eh? That's new, have ye finished any?” He pauses, swallowing his food. “I’d love to see them.” A spark lights up in your eyes, but it didn't look right. There's a lit candle in there but it's far, far away. The lack of life in your eyes makes his stomach spin like there's a guinea pig rolling around in their wheel in there, it made him want to puke. He wasn't the biggest fan of prolonged eye contact anyway, so he’ll just avoid looking you in the eye to prevent making a mess. “Oh yeah I actually do! They're already displayed on top of our shelves, I’ll show them to you after.” You exclaim, if that was you anyway, which it wasn't.

Dinner passed at an uncomfortably slow pace, Simon swore he could hear each individual tick and tock of the clock, the scraping of utensils against the porcelain plates and each chew you took. He’s gone through debatably louder things than this, the booms of the explosions were unforgettable after all but this somehow takes the cake. Wanting to distract himself further, he helps with washing the dishes which you normally did but you specifically chose today to help do the other minor chores. Water, that was your weak point. He noticed it, you didn't drink water after dinner either. What kind of monster doesn't drink water to hydrate after eating roasted pork?

To test out this thought of his, he decided to ask another question. “I'm heading to the shower, luv. Care to join me?” Meekly, he suggests to you, deep brown eyes staring intently as he awaited the already expected answer. “Oh I..actually already showered earlier dear. Maybe next time.” A dishearteningly dismissive reply, just like he expected. “Alright, suit yourself luv. I'll be back.”

He thought about it, almost forgetting about the bubbly soap running down his body from how deep in thought he was. There was no doubt about it anymore, everything about you being you, pointed away. At this point, he didn't care what the fake you was anymore, rather where you actually were. You could've been dead for all he knew, replaced by the soulless woman that now roams around his home.

This was beyond cruel, beyond the pain physical torture could've caused. It was like the universe was a cat and he was a yarn ball, being played by it meticulously. The whole thing was definitely planned out by a certain someone he knew, the both of you are fairly private so it couldn't have been a random person. He couldn't handle this alone, as much as he’d hate to admit, the situation was way bigger than him to do alone. So, he decides to call a trusted someone.

“You tellin’ me ye think your wife got abducted or something..and a doppelgänger replaced her?” A gruff voice questions, lightly tapping his cigar against the side of the ashtray. Price, him and Kate are the only members of the Task Force so far that Simon allowed you to meet. Well, it unfortunately looks like the sergeants won't get to meet you under these circumstances just yet. Strangely enough, the clocks inside the pub weren't working. Must be a malfunction. The masked man nodded, sighing through his nose when he got a whiff of the alcohol-filled air in the bar.

“I feel so.” He grumbled. “Couldn't she be just having an off day? We all have those, Simon.” John opposes it, it was an unquestionable possibility they couldn't simply ignore. “No, I know my wife. In my years of being with her, she's never acted this way.” Ghost hissed back, a hint of crystal clear impatience seeping out from his words. The lack of respect in his tone wasn't intended, but what could he do when his wife is apparently kidnapped and replaced so seamlessly? “I guess you have a point, but you need to confirm it Simon. You shouldn't make any decision on impulse, if the woman in your home really isn't your wife then this is a bigger issue.”

Then the plan was set, still a little all over the place but there really wasn't any time to lose. Simon would further observe the woman who's allegedly ‘you’ to make sure he isn't making things up, then if he was incredibly sure it wasn't you, he’ll head to the police and file a report for a missing person. In all honesty, it wasn't hard to do, having gone through missions more intense than this. Yet the fact that you were involved made the bugs inside of him crawl, this was totally his fault.

He didn't hide you away from the world enough, he should've just kept you locked inside a cage like the little birdie you were to avoid any danger coming your way. Simon wasn't stupid though, that was inhumane, you were one of the only few people who has managed to make Simon feel less of a ghost and more of a human. So doing such a thing to you was unethical and out of the books, but how could you blame him for subconsciously letting his possessiveness and worry take over when you're literally so far from his grasp? Being so near before that he could easily grip at the back of your top, now so far that the trace of your scent is long gone.

It makes Simon feel sick, his core being left to rot. He comes from the pub to what felt like an empty house, not home because nothing would feel like home without you there. He’d rather be living in a pile of rocks and plywood with you than in a giant mansion without you, that would be the real hell. “Bloody hell..where are you?” He murmurs under his breath, stressedly rubbing his creased forehead. If he could, he’d pry at every surface that comes up within his sight just to find you.

“I’m back.” He whispers, unsure if the fake you was asleep or not. Anyone, human or not wouldn't be happy being woken up from their slumber. “Welcome home, hun. You alright?” Looking up from your cup of tea, you ask. “Yeah, just spoke with the Captain. That's all, no alcohol.” Simon was so used to you being a worrywart about his alcohol intake, telling you that he didn't have any alcohol is practically ingrained into the wrinkles of his brain. But the woman in front of him didn't seem to care less about his health, let alone him in general. The lack of nagging that usually filled his ears to the brim didn't feel right, he would've much rather gone through another one of your yap sessions about how constant alcohol intake affects him in the long run than..just silence.

He feels the desperation inching up on him, eating him whole. At this point, he's willing to admit he doesn't want you. He needs you. He needs to hear your fretful complaints about him getting deployed, knowing you’d shut up because you were used to it by now. He needs you to tell him to include more vegetables in his diet because he's not some kind of carnivore to be eating that much meat. God, he just needs you with him. Whatever bloody thing came with you he’d take like it was on a stupid Black Friday sale.

“Not yet..” He’d think every single night, eyes wide open as he prevents himself from making a rash decision. The woman sleeping soundly right next to him, if that was you..But it wasn't, even if he stared at the unfamiliar woman for ten hours straight, she wouldn't just magically turn into you. Well sure, she was a carbon copy of you from head to toe but she simply just didn't scream ‘you’. Whatever and whoever you were anyway.

“When all is said and done, I think it'll end well Simon. My gut feeling tells me so, it's rarely ever wrong so I’m pretty sure we should trust it.” You ramble on and on, the little amount of alcohol taking over your lightweight self. Simon was still courting you here, yet he remembers it like it's been replayed in his mind like a broken record. He trusted your gut, and he could consider that as one of the best choices he's ever made in life.

But..trusting you now? While you're probably out, all shivering & teeth clattering from the immense cold night? Impossible, he’s fully aware that you're a capable strong woman however..how far can his trust go? How far do you have to venture into someone’s soul to gain their fragile trust, something that can be easily broken with your own bare hands? Ghost doesn't trust you, but Simon does.

“You're a strong gal, you can hold on for much longer.” He supposes, deep in thought while he flipped around in bed. The fake you hasn't set off any red flags yet, acting normal. Too normal. He knew ‘you’ had a purpose for being here, one with malicious intent, though what exactly? One wouldn't simply come in here and replace his wife with a fake one just out of spite, unless they were a little cuckoo. Tossing aside to check the time, he presses the ‘on’ button on his phone. Weird, the time didn't show up. Maybe it's just a glitch in the system.

“Simon, Hey? Simon, wake up. Hurry, you need to get up.” A voice shakes, lightly nudging him in order to awake him. It's your voice, he can instantly sense its meekness. With one eye and another, they flutter open, still full of sleep in them. “Oh thank goodness, you're awake! But you seriously need to wake up, like right now.” You crooned, hoping he’d fully wake up to the sound of your voice. Groaning, Simon sat up, a few joints popping in the process. “What..? Yeah, I’m awake luv. Whad’ya need me for?” He questions groggily, eyes opening further once he gets a closer look at you. It's actually you, he can tell! The way your eyes meet his, connecting like a bee landing on a precious flower. The way your voice lilted to him like a mother bird nursing her hatchlings, it really was you.

“Wait–luv? You're here? Bloody hell, you actually are–Did you see the other gal who looked just like you? Tell me I’m not losing my shit please.” Then you shushed him, convinced he’ll continuously go on and on if you didn't. “Please listen to me closely, Simon.” You pause, noticing how his eyes bask in yours like it was long overdue. “You need to wake up, hurry.”

[machveil]

I'm foaming at the mouth with that last Konig writing, I wasn't expecting it and my god did I need it today. I need this man in every possible way, mentally rolling him against my fingers like he's a fidget cube. I can't believe you've done this to me, how could you (do it more, please and thank you) Out of curiosity, would you be willing to show us (some of) the WIPs/ideas you have? As vague or as detailed as you like, I'm just nosy, but also I totally get not wanting to show them! -🐸

(very glad you enjoyed the Loser!König fic haha) ah! of course, some of them are just titles, but I can give descriptions on what they’ll be🎀✨

Sweet Man | Simon “Ghost” Riley | 18+ | giving Simon Riley a handjob and overstimulating him after he cums. fluff fic hidden behind a smut label

Someone at Home | Simon “Ghost” Riley | Ghost keeps making calls back home while on base - very unlike him. Johnny is suspicious, but Ghost just says he’s checking in with the housekeeper

Guess featuring Simon Riley | Simon Riley | 18+ | inspired by the song Guess featuring Billie Eilish! you started playing a game with Simon whenever he’s home from deployments: if he can guess what pair of underwear you have on he gets to take them off

title N/A | Simon “Ghost” Riley | 18+ | your secret crush on Lieutenant Ghost gets passed around base… landing right at his feet. while you’re is busy avoiding him, Ghost is waiting to get his hands on you

title N/A | Simon Riley + König | suggestive | Baker!König, Cook!Simon Riley, and Bartender!Reader decide to open a café; the place runs smoothly with you three… the back kitchen is a bit of a tight squeeze though

title N/A | König | mandatory penpals have König writing to you, a stranger. eventually, after months of passing notes back and forth, you both decide a call wouldn’t hurt

Neighbor!König pt 3 and a Retired!König/Retired!Reader are also in the works

since my inbox is always open for CoD asks everything staggers in when I’ll work/post stuff - but don’t be afraid to send stuff in!! I like having multiple projects to work on because it keeps me busy🌷✨

don’t worry about sending in too many requests - on or off anon, I’ll eat them up

[gofishygo]

saw a meieval executioner konig! artwork and decided to yap !! might become a series but this is a part of what ve done :D

[spiderdollie]

Upcoming Fic!

I'm so excited to publish my first ever COD fic, and I'm nearly done with chapter 1. I'm 2080 words in, and it's coming together so well. In total I plan for it to have at least 15 chapters.

The plot follows both You and König through a town that is not right™. You're on a camping trip with friends and happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Throughout the story find yourself struggling through this situation with your new unlikely partner, König.

It's going to be a horror, slowburn. Sweet moments, tension, survival/adventure, and some scary vibes! 18+ (I'll compile a list of the TW later on!)

Heavily inspired by games like silent hill and resident evil!

If that sounds interesting to you please strap in for the ride with meeeee. ♡

[jumbojazzcats93]

Since I started writing more, I'll participate in WIP Wednesday!

I'll just show screenshots of my list in my notes. Anything greyed out, I've started on.

Some of these ideas might never touch paper, tbh. The inspiration was fleeting for them, but I kept the ideas just in case. Being a woman and knowing the actor is gay, I don't ever really feel inspired to write for Gaz because, while I find Gaz/Elliot Knight very attractive, to me, Gaz is a gay man.

@glossysoap @lordlydragon

[karlachismylife]

Comrades I'm on my little hiatus as promised, but just so you understand what I'm dealing with in WIP/ideas department (and there are several more that will be added in the next few days)

here's my wee little teeny tiny list of everything.

first crossed out batch is what's been done&posted, second what's been done but not posted yet, every other thing is in progress more or less. blocked out a few things I don't wanna spoil, but yeah. also they're not in any particular order within their batches, i just stuff whatever comes to mind wherever my coursor clicks. so don't take it as chronological order plz

ADHD who?

Juju 6 going dark, will come back with something.

[dirtfullofwork]

👀

[killerpancakeburger]

Me @ me: Come on! Finish the christmas fic! Almost there!

What I did instead:

(You bought it after the Scottish Bastard threw a fit/sulked that time you wore skulls earings and Ghost complimented them, pretending to enjoy the jewelry more than he actually did just to rile up his sergeant).

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wip

like this part

[guppybibi]

hai..um heres a wip bcus i realized i have like 10+ wips

Ever since Johnny made what seemed to be an impulsive decision of joining the military, you two have been the talk of the town. “He had the potential to be an artist.” and “He could've been an artist, what happened?” Those were a couple of the various questions asked of you. And if you were truly being honest..You weren't quite sure either. Not once in your years of being together has he ever hinted about signing up for the military.

Nonetheless you continued to support his decision, not doubting him even for a single second. Going long distance when you two have practically been together for who knows how long certainly wasn't the easiest but it looked like everything paid off when you learned that he was the youngest candidate to ever pass SAS selection through a letter, whatever that was..All you knew is that you were proud of him. You wondered why the hell they called him ‘Soap’ though..

Communicating through letters wasn't the worst thing in the world, in fact, it left you with more longing than ever before in your life. Well except the longing progressively watered down when letters from your Johnny stop coming through. Day by day it felt like arrows were being shot at your heart, and you knew for sure that it wasn't Cupid’s doing.

Soon you're hit with a large smack of reality when you receive a message from someone named ‘John Price’ about Johnny being killed on an important mission. You wouldn't say you were surprised but he promised. A promise that he would come back home to you, that the deadly silence in your home would be filled with his voice again. What a fucking liar he was.

The world isn't going to stop spinning just because someone got their heart broken from the news of a loved one dying and is mourning, especially if it's a mere girl from a quaint town. The world is unfair. It's always been like that, it probably won't change until a few centuries later either.

So, moving on seemed easy enough. It really couldn't be that hard right? You've lived half of your life without Johnny, you're sure you can spend the rest without him as well. This is just one challenge life handed you, you could most definitely handle it. Yup, no problem. Cleaning up Johnny’s belongings wasn't heartbreaking whatsoever, and seeing the last bouquet of flowers he sent you slowly wilt over the days was fun.

..Okay maybe it wasn't all that easy. Maybe admitting that you're struggling is fine, though that was just a baby’s first steps. In the end, progress is still progress so you decided that maybe your heart could handle finishing looking through Johnny’s things plus cleaning because you haven't been in that room for months now. Particularly the stuff in his office, well not really office per se, simply a random room where he stored random items for hobbies he says he’ll get to eventually. News flash, he didn't so now you're stuck with all of it.

You started off strong, dusting shelves and sweeping floors, until you opened a drawer full of art supplies and manuals that were basically brand new. Disgruntlement bubbles up within you, all of this wasted space and materials. Charity sounded real good right now but the sentiment they held was too much..Though the handbook about sculpting caught your eye.

It wasn't a hobby Johnny really focused on as it was time consuming and difficult despite his natural talent for art hence why he focused on drawing instead. It simply wasn't his thing, no problem with that. You spent countless hours browsing through the handbook, the guide eating your interest up. Hey, this could've been a great couple pastime for you two! Shame on him for not thinking about suggesting it to you! Although you were lucky enough that he stored the clay in such a way that it didn't dry up just yet, trying it out couldn't possibly hurt, right?

Tossing on an apron, you began sculpting away!..Well an attempt to at least, the piece continued to look..rough after a long while but practice makes perfect! Well as I said earlier, time doesn't stop for anyone, it keeps flying regardless of the fact it doesn't have a destination in mind. That's probably how you ended up practicing for days, so much so that your fellow townsfolk started getting worried sick and sent out one of the kind ladies to check up on you. And it was a lovely surprise!..Because they had a basket of goodies, who can say no to that?

“Oh dear, look at you! Everyone has been worried about you..” The lady says in relief, brushing a stray piece of hair away from your face while she looks at the state of your clay-stained clothes. Thank goodness for aprons. “Well I hope you're doing alright after your husband's passing dear, we all made this goodie basket for you!” She chirps, extending the basket out to you. Your eyes immediately lock onto the fresh baked goods, looking like you have something to devour when she turns away..

“So you know, all of us are here to help, you aren't alone in this. I’m off, I need to pick some groceries up at the store. Bye-bye!” She waves, walking along the stone path that led away from your home. A quiet ‘thank you’ falls out of your lips, hoping that she’d heard your appreciation towards her caring but totally unnecessary gesture. You step back, placing the basket aside. The pastries could wait, not this. You do appear to be a natural at this, the sculptures you've made so far aren't even half bad for a beginner..It wouldn't be too hard to make Johnny right? I mean, you know his features by heart, you could make it with your eyes closed. Probably. It doesn’t hurt to try, you have enough clay too so there’s really nothing stopping you.

[konigofmyheart]

tooth rotting christmas prep fluff with könig coming soon 🎄<3

[maelstrom007]

also a snippet or info on ‘until’ pwease🥺👉👈 ty ily

From my Wip Tag Game post

Honestly I really need to get my teeth into this wip, I'm just so scared that I won't do my idea justice like this shit needs to be perfect and I know it'll never be perfect enough for me. 😭

The blurb from my doc:

GhostxSoap, Task force 141 goes on a camping trip as a way to destress and improve team morale. Early in the trip, Price pulls out a guitar to play music while they sit around the campfire late at night. There’s an unspoken agreement to not directly offer Ghost the guitar, because despite the trip he still seemed up tight and reserved. Ghost is in his more casual clothes, and is wearing the plain balaklava instead of the skull. Can’t decide if Soap should pass the guitar to Ghost one night, or if Ghost should grab it himself. Ghost reveals that he used to play when he was younger, which surprises everyone. He takes off his gloves to play, and plays ‘Until’ by Ira Gonzalez. The entire task force is completely enamoured, silent and watching in awe as he plays. Potential Soap pov where he notices Ghosts features in the firelight and falls head over heels. Potential for Ghost to play another song when it’s just Soap ‘Time in a Bottle’ by Jim Croce

Thoughts:

This fic came from thinking about ways for Ghost to be soft, and to counter his typical stereotypes. In this case, it's that he has a wonderful singing voice, and that he used to play guitar when he was younger. I want this fic to briefly address that while Ghost doesn't really put himself out there very much, the rest of the 141 (in this universe) don't really give him opportunities to do so either. They're not trying to be malicious per se, but I think they're definitely not putting in the effort to see behind the facade he's created. Ghost has feelings for Soap prior to him playing the guitar, and plays Until as a sort of hidden love confession for him. Either Soap doesn't realize he has feelings for Ghost at this point, or Soap develops feelings once he realizes that Ghost is multifaceted and that maybe, just maybe, Ghost was singing that for him. (Obviously I'm going to add in a healthy dose of ~Features looking amazing in the firelight~ and ~Simping for Ghosts massive incredible hands~)

I hope you like! This is definitely one I want to start writing for soon. I hate the thought of not posting a finished piece, but maybe I should let loose a bit and post some small blurbs and ideas for this fic.

[888888-88]

Been little too overwhelmed by work recently but able to do some sketches ✍️🎨

Im big sucker for domestic men 😭🧎‍♀️

And some peek for the bigger project 🫶

Coming SOON 💀

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He'd probably eat him if he could