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wheezingstar · 3 days
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Moth hybrid reader in my mind is a flannel moth! But you can think of any type of moth, it isn’t specified. Also, thoughts on me starting this as an actual series?
Everything seemed normal for Roach. Waiting for his teammates to return from mission that had a place in a facility.
Once he knows they returned he could only hear conversation filled with curiosity around the halls. Being interested he walks to the common room to see Captain Price and others returned with someone. Someone that isn't fully human. You. You are a moth hybrid with fluffy wings and big antennas coming out from your head. Your gaze instantly turns to Roach who is looking back at you. He has little antennas himself on his helmet, but you couldn't understand that it's fake. You look at him like he's one of your kind.
You were excited, until you realized they were just black zip ties on his helmet and you looked genuinely disappointed and confused. You’ve been locked up in a small room for years, experiment after experiment. You weren’t even born a hybrid. Just an unfortunate pick of the draw I suppose.
Roach wanted to connect with you, he was curious. He wanted to learn about you, how you got the moth features, why his team brought you to base.
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wheezingstar · 6 days
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König doesn’t sleep with clothes on. Once he gets comfortable with you and you’re moved in together, he’s not wearing anything but boxers and his wedding ring to bed. He’s a big man, he creates a lot of body heat by himself. He’s your personal heater whenever you need one.
You’re snuggled into his side, your head resting on his chest and one of your legs resting on his and looping around one of his legs slightly and your arm across his torso in bed.
König isn’t upset by it whatsoever, he’s happy actually. He falls asleep almost instantly after you’re asleep and he likes holding you close.
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wheezingstar · 8 days
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Just wanted to show you my cat! She’s very snuggly and… orange… She’s the definition of being a stupid orange cat lol
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Also, I totally think Soap as a cat would be an orange cat.
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wheezingstar · 9 days
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You’re waiting for Keegan to get home, he’s been out on a mission for a couple months. Around 10am you got a call from him saying he’ll be home tonight.
You went to the store to get things for dinner, just some beef and broccoli with rice, cut up bell peppers and a sauce your dad taught you to make and some seasonings.
You’re hoping Keegan will be home in time so he can eat it hot without having to microwave it. And just in time as your take the food off the heat to let cool the door opens and you hear him dropping his bags down and some pops as his muscles relax
Keegan come up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder “Smells delicious, babygirl…” he says tiredly but you can hear the smile in his voice. He playfully nips at your shoulder and you say ‘ow’ without it actually hurting.
You ask if he can set the table real quick and hand you two bowls for you and him. “Yes ma’am” he says with a playful tone and a salute before handing you two bowls you fill with food and hand him his bowl before filling your own and sitting at the table across from him
“I’ve missed you, Keegs.” You say with a smile and wait for your food to cool down before taking a bite. He smiles and takes a bite of his food before answering “I’ve missed your cooking,” he says with a grin “oh, but I missed you too. Probably more than you missed me.” You giggle and roll your eyes before taking another bite.
You and Keegan talk for a while as you eat, telling him all the drama and how your bakery is going. He tells you bits and pieces of what he can of how the mission went.
After dinner you do the dishes and put them in the dishwasher and start it. You hear the shower turn on and you stop the dishwasher so Keegan can get as much hot water as possible. You change and wait in bed for him, when he gets out he’s in a pair of sweats and a tank top, he lays beside you and turns toward you and pulls you into him. He smells your hair and lets a content sigh out, “I’m thinking of settling down with you, Darling I want to marry you, get a dog, no kids… not interested in kids..”
He was starting to drift off into sleep, he fell asleep before he could finish but you had a wide smile and a small hint of pink on your cheeks as you snuggled into him and fell asleep.
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wheezingstar · 13 days
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If you’re still taking fluffy Simon requests… I cannot stop imagining Simon who is your biggest protector. As someone who gets stressed and anxious easily, and the thought of being able to let your guard down around him makes my heart flutter 💕 also, telling him this while you’re wrapped in his strong arms would definitely make him blush.
He's definitely so so happy if his partner feels safe to just shut their brain off around him🤭 Makes him feel like he's done something right💕
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The moment you and Simon are at home with one another, you're able to check out into that quiet, peaceful, fuzzy spot in the back of your mind where everything is gentle and easy. You know he'll be there to look after you. A hand on the corner of the table when you drop something to make sure you don't hit your head, your phone put on charge when you drift off, a gentle hand guiding you through crowds.
"Still with me, hm?" You're snapped from your daze with a gentle hand brushing an errant strand of hair behind your ear.
The minute you shimmy over to sit beside him, Simon opens his arms to bundle you into his strong side, nestling your head under his chin. Calloused fingers card absently through your hair, slowing to match the pace of your breathing, the rise and fall of your chest against his.
Whatever plays on the TV, some documentary, is completely forgotten as you sit blanketed by his ever comforting presence and the soft haze that fills your brain. He's perfectly happy to let you check out, dropping the occasional kiss to the crown of your head, reminding you he's there, fingers drawing patterns up and down your spine as he watches his show.
If you could spend every evening like this, you'd be happy. Happy to sit in the peace and quiet that only comes from being surrounded by love and safety. Happy to get lost in your thoughts alongside someone ready to pull you back if you ever drift too far. Happy to just be, without any pretences or awkward small talk. Happy to have found someone who lets you have that.
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wheezingstar · 16 days
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One morning you wake up, you’ve been sore and sick for the last few days. You wake up hardly able to breathe due to all the phlegm building up in your throat and laying on your back.
You walk around your shared apartment with Nikto trying to find one of your many inhalers. You come across the bathroom, you’re holding onto the wall and your breathing is raspy. “Inhaler…” You say and Nikto hands you your inhaler as if from thin air before speaking
“Keep it on you for the rest of the day, and go lay back down”
You’d go sit on the bed, afraid to lay down and need to sit back up and cough or not be able to breathe again. Nikto sets medicine on the nightstand of the bed and a water bottle before leaving for work.
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wheezingstar · 17 days
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I feel like if you say stupid shit to try and tell König you don’t feel good he’d agree. You could say something like “I feel like a puddle” and he’ll straight up go “you are a puddle, but at least you’re cute?”
He’d be unsure how to respond but then he’d hear how bad and scratchy your voice sounds and make you soup, or at least try too. This man wants to learn how to make homemade meals for you, but he’s struggling. He tries his best though.
He’ll make you into a burrito and say “you have to sweat the sickness out.” and then set a glass of water next to the bed along with Powerade and DayQuil pills cause he knows you hate liquid medicine.
Whenever you fall asleep from how tired you feel and hardly getting sleep from all the coughing he’ll set a cool rag on your forehead and keep an eye on you and your breathing.
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wheezingstar · 18 days
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Imagine that you get so sick that you cannot sleep in your bed with Simon. You would go sleep in the living room on the couch, your muscles aching so badly no matter how little you move. And feeling like you can’t breathe.
Simon would be stressing out, but he’d go into the living room and sit on the floor next to the couch unsure what to do. At some point he gets up and makes some tea to help soothe your throat and sets it on the coffee table for you.
Simon isn’t afraid of a little sickness, but when you start needing to get up every few minutes to cough up some phlegm it becomes an issue and concerns him.
You’re absolutely restless, the little sleep you did get you’d wake up about five minutes later calling out in a raspy whisper “Si…” as if he’s gonna leave you for being sick. He stays where he sits on the floor next to the couch and reassured you that he’s there and you’re okay.
“It’s alright, Luvie. You’ll feel better soon”
He’ll kiss your forehead and gently run his fingers through your hair wanting to put you back to sleep, cause if you’re asleep you can’t be in pain, right?
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wheezingstar · 18 days
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Totally not what I usually post as of recent, but… I feel like a bag of apples that was thrown at a wall but not hard enough to explode just hard enough to badly bruise and slightly crack
To put it in a more understandable way, I’m sick. I feel like death in a bottle, an old bruised banana. I’m sore as fuck and this is a bit gross, but there’s just phlegm (mucus) building up in my throat that is just sitting there.
Fun fact about me, I get sick… EASILY. I used to have a great immune system before moving and then it fucked me up. I never thought I had such terrible allergies, I didn’t think I could get Covid THREE BLOODY TIMES.
Anyway, expect some head cannons and mini stories with the CoD characters when reader is sick because I’m sick.
Thank you for coming to my tedtalk.
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wheezingstar · 19 days
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Excuse any spelling mistakes I make, I wrote this while walking on the side of a road to a dollar tree with my sister. ANYWAY, HIGH SCHOOL HEADCANNONS ME AND MY SISTER MADE WHILE WALKING!
So, Soap would do football and DOMINATE. He’d be quarter back or the guy who runs the ball… (I don’t know anything about football positions”
Gaz would join cheer (remember, this is a fucking headcannons calm your tits now.)
Price would obviously be the football coach BUT he’d also coach wrestling.
Ghost would 100% be apart of wrestling and he’d dominate too
Roach would be a band kid, silly lil clarinet player or flutes.
König Would either do Wrestling or Band, but I lean more towards hand because I get the vibe he’d want to try and blend in while also bullying the other band kids.
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wheezingstar · 19 days
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Price calls the team his little ducklings
Ghost calls Soap the ugly duckling
(I have to draw the TF141 as ducks now…)
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wheezingstar · 20 days
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Because I’m traumatized and I, myself hate arguments and yelling…
I know damn well that Ghost hates getting into heated arguments. The battlefield is one thing, but at home, in a safe space? Hearing the yelling and the screaming brings him back to when he was a boy and he completely shuts down.
On a softer note, Soap MacTavish is a yapper, he’ll be info dumping for ages and when he notices no one is listening he’ll start to get annoyed. I don’t think he’ll shut down, he’ll keep talking.
König is a silly lil guy (he’s too tall.) and he’ll buckles the groceries in the backseat and say “safety first!” yet they still end up falling out of the bags. When he opens the back door and sees that they’ve all fallen out he’ll look like a disappointed father looking at the groceries.
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wheezingstar · 21 days
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Hey, here to learn ‘bout little ol’ me darlin’?
You can call me Wheezy or Star, whichever works. My pronouns are They/Them/Theirs! My favorite color is Green, my favorite band is Ghost, and I’m a Satanist. Please do your research on my beliefs before automatically thinking bad of me!
I’ll mostly be posting silly little head-cannons that could become a bit… Spicy. Mostly Call of Duty content. Feel free to send me your own head-cannons or ask me stuff. I want to write stories (smut) but I’m still learning how to write smut, but I can draw it lol.
I’m just here to post my thoughts, you’ll probably mostly see Ghost x Reader and König x Reader but I don’t forget about my other traumatized men.
I try and keep it gender neutral, cause if there’s a hole, there’s a goal.
Have a freaky-tastic day, Lovely’s. make sure to eat and drink water, gotta stay hydrated.
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wheezingstar · 21 days
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Nikto don’t get enough love I feel, and I love me my traumatized, disfigured man with voices.
Nikto prefers being a sub during the devils tango, he doesn’t trust himself as a dom when it comes to safe words cause of the voices. He’ll do his best to be gentle but you’re definitely leaving with a few bruises from the way he holds onto you when you’re on top or below him guiding him and his hands where you want em.
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wheezingstar · 21 days
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I imagine that Ghost’s main form of affection when it comes to kissing or something is kissing your forehead.
I imagine he’s too afraid to kiss your lips so he decides he’s more comfortable with kissing your forehead. Like, when you’re lying on his chest he’d kiss your forehead and such. He doesn’t like PDA, he’ll do simple hand holding but not much more than that.
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