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callofdooty69 · 2 months

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happy (late) valentine’s day !!

to celebrate, here’s a little blurb for steddie because i wanna switch it up a bit🤞

cw: talk of alcohol, minor profanity, mlm ship

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despite the assumptions, eddie wasn’t a very big fan of parties. there were always too many people that he didn’t know, or people that he’d rather not know. he went to the occasional party during a holiday or for some kind of celebration, but other than that he would rather sit in his trailer and play guitar.

it was the valentine’s day of 1986 and the only things you could see for miles were heart decorations, ribbons, and lights along main street. the high school was filled with stickers on lockers and the pungent smell of flowers throughout the air, couples scattered across the halls while expressing way to much PDA for eddie to be comfortable with.

he didn’t know what all the fuss was about. it was just some stupid lovey dovey holiday that held no meaning other than corny love and romance. he told himself that he hated it because of the thought that it was a waste of time, but it’s obvious the real reason; he didn’t have anyone to share the day with. being the “freak of hawkins high” doesn’t exactly get you laid, and even though he craved affection as much as the next guy, he knew that he wouldn’t get it any time soon.

he had other things to make him happy, to focus on and turn to when he needed it. he had people that cared about him, like his uncle, the kids, steve and robin. he had the D&D campaigns, his music, his band. he had things.

there was just something missing, and he knew exactly what it was.

it was steve.

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steve nervously straightened the collar of his crisp white shirt, glancing around the room as the valentine’s day party buzzed with laughter and chatter. he had spent hours preparing for this evening, wanting everything to be perfect. as the host, he wanted his guests to have a great time. he wanted eddie to have a great time.

he knew eddie wasn’t necessarily the “party” type of guy, but it never hurts to shoot your shot and invite someone you’ve been in love with for the past year to a party that he probably won’t go to.

as if on cue to drag steve out of his thoughts, eddie entered the room with a charismatic grin, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on steve. "hey, steve! thanks for inviting me, man. this place looks awesome," he said, approaching with a warm hug.

eddie, as always, was exuding confidence and style in his meticulously curated outfit for the evening's festivities. he wore a tailored black suit that hugged his frame perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and trim waist. the ironed shirt underneath was adorned with a subtle pattern, adding a touch of sophistication to his ensemble. completing the look was a sleek black tie, expertly knotted at his throat. his polished leather shoes gleamed under the soft glow of the lights, completing the outfit with a sense of refinement. his outfit spoke volumes about his taste and attention to detail.

steve didn’t think he had ever seen anyone look so beautiful.

"hey, eddie! i’m really glad you could make it," he replied, feeling his heart flutter at eddie's presence. "can i get you something to drink?"

"yeah, that would be great. surprise me!" he said, flashing another smile before they walked towards the makeshift bar.

steve watched him wave to the other people he saw in the crowd, feeling a surge of nervous energy coursing through him. he knew he had to make a move tonight, or he might never get another chance. taking a deep breath, he followed eddie, hoping to strike up a conversation.

as they reached the bar, steve turned with two glasses in hand, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "i hope you like whiskey," he said, handing one glass to the latter.

"whiskey's perfect, thank you," eddie replied, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach.

they chatted for a while, exchanging stories and laughter as the night wore on. steve found himself mesmerized by eddie's easy charm and infectious laughter, feeling more drawn to him with each passing moment.

suddenly, amidst the laughter and animated conversations, there was a loud crash as someone bumped into eddie, causing him to spill his drink all over his pristine white shirt.

"watch where your going, asshole!" the man exclaimed, eddie’s eyes widening in horror as he looked at the stain spreading across his abdomen.

“oh my god, are you alright?” steve exclaimed with furrowed brows and glancing at the other’s now red and white shirt.

eddie tried to hide his disappointment, forcing a smile as he shrugged it off and turned. “it’s all good, accidents happen.”

but steve wasn't having it. "no seriously your shirt is, like, ruined. i'll go grab a towel," he said, already moving towards the kitchen.

eddie watched him go, feeling a mix of frustration towards the man and gratitude for steve swirling inside him. he couldn't believe his luck - his chance to try and impress steve ruined by a spilled drink.

a few moments later, steve returned with a damp towel in hand, looking sheepish. "here, let me help you clean up," he said, gesturing towards the stain on eddie’s shirt.

eddie sighed, resigned to the fact that his shirt was beyond saving. "thanks, but i think it's done for," he said, trying to hide his disappointment.

steve frowned, his brow furrowing in concern. "i feel terrible, is there anything i can do to make it up to you?"

eddie hesitated for a moment, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. "actually, there is one thing you could do," he said, his heart pounding in his chest.

steve looked at him, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "what is it?"

eddie took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "do you... do you mind if i borrow one of your shirts?" he said, gesturing towards the staircase.

steve’s eyes widened in surprise, a slow smile spreading across his face. "of course, c’mon." he said, his enthusiasm infectious.

steve felt a surge of relief flood through him as he led eddie towards the staircase, his heart pounding with anticipation. maybe this valentine's day wouldn't be a total disaster after all.

as they reached the top of the stairs, steve rummaged through his closet, searching for a shirt that would fit eddie despite the fact that he probably had none small enough to fit him. "here, try this one," he said, handing eddie a clean white shirt.

eddie grinned, slipping the shirt on with ease. "thank you, steve. you're a lifesaver," he said, admiring his reflection in the mirror.

steve couldn't help but smile back, feeling a warmth spreading through him at eddie’s gratitude. Maybe this was his chance to finally tell him how he felt. he felt a surge of courage welling up inside him. tonight was the night he would finally lay his feelings on the line, no matter the outcome.

before eddie walked out the door and back to the party, steve took his hand before speaking. "hey, can i talk to you for a second?" he said, his voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in his stomach.

eddie turned towards him, curiosity flashing in his eyes. "of course, big boy"

steve took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts and calming his mind from the nickname before plunging ahead. "i know this might be a bit forward, but... i've really enjoyed spending time with you. and i was wondering if maybe... you'd like to go out on a date sometime?" he said, his heart pounding with anticipation.

his eyes widened in surprise, a dark red and a smile spreading across his face. "are you serious? i'd love to!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm contagious.

eddie felt a rush of euphoria wash over him, unable to believe his luck. maybe valentine's day wasn't so bad after all.

walking back into the party, hand in hand, steve couldn't help but feel grateful for the spilled drink that had brought them together. sometimes, fate had a funny, shitty, weird way of working things out.

as they danced the night away, surrounded by friends and laughter, they knew that this valentine's day would be one to remember.

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AHHHHHH i actually love how this turned out !!! let me know what you think 😌

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callofdooty69 · 3 months

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part 1 || part 2

cw: use of y/n, fluff

helping a drunk can get you dates - part three (last part)

underneath the soft glow of streetlights, the atmosphere crackled with an undeniable tension as you and simon ambled down the dimly lit sidewalk. with the moonlit sky looking down on you, a magnetic tension lingered.

his hand brushed against yours, sending shivers down your spine as laughter echoed through the quiet streets. the sounds of your voice blended with the rustling leaves, creating a symphony of the shared moments.

the night air was cool and crisp as in the quiet streets after an eventful evening, the ambiance of dimly lit lamps and the distant murmur of the city created a romantic backdrop for the moment.

simon’s hand grazed against yours, a subtle yet electrifying touch. your eyes met, an unspoken connection weaving between you. the cool air seemed to intensify the warmth emanating from your bodies.

“this is really nice,” he said, his voice a gentle caress against the quiet night.

you smiled, a soft blush gracing your cheeks. “i think so too, it’s been ages since i’ve felt so comfortable with someone.”

the spark was undeniable, and your eyes met with a shared understanding. your gaze lingered on him, a mix of gratitude and anticipation in your eyes.

“you know,” he began, his voice low and intimate, “there’s something about the way you look tonight. you’re absolutely breathtaking.”

a shy smile played on your lips, “you’re not so bad yourself, simon.”

he chuckled as you both continued walking, the air thickening with an unspoken tension. he took a deep breath, mustering the courage to express what was lingering in the air before stopping on the cold concrete. “y/n, there’s something i’ve been wanting to do since we started walking from the station.”

your eyes sparkled with curiosity, keeping your voice at an awkward whisper. “what is it?”

without a word, simon gently cupped your face, a magnetic pull drawing you closer. leaning in, his lips pressed against yours, meeting in a soft, lingering kiss, an irreplaceable connection forming between you.

your heart raced as you reciprocated, savoring the warmth and tenderness of the moment.

reluctantly breaking the kiss, you locked eyes once more, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken chemistry that had ignited. he couldn’t help but smile, a mix of warmth and longing, as he whispered, “i’ve been wanting to do that all night.”

your gaze locked onto his, a mixture of surprise and desire in your eyes. “i didn’t expect that, but i’m definitely glad you did.”

you laughed softly, the awkwardness of the unexpected moment dissolving into shared amusement. the night continued, the distances of your conversations and shared laughter weaving a tale of connection and intimacy.

as you two approached your doorstep, simon lingered, his eyes fixed on yours. “i hope we can do this again soon.”

you nodded, a subtle smile playing on your lips. “i’d like that.”

with a final, lingering glance, simon turned to leave as the night air carried the promise of something more, and as you watched him walk away, a flush of exhilaration was painted across your cheeks.

the reminders of your first shared kiss lingered in the air, leaving you with a sweet taste of what the future might hold.

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man writers block is kicking my ass right now 😭 but i think i’m gonna make this the last part tbh, not my best work lol

anons and interactions are always appreciated 🫶🏻

stay safe lovelies ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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callofdooty69 · 3 months

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part 1 | part 2 | part 3

cw: suggestive, use of y/n

a night at the bar - part four

when simon agreed to a cup of tea, you opened the door after fiddling with your keys for what felt like an embarrassing amount of time and let him in. you were greeted by your fluffy black cat and picked him up as you walked. “hi, toby,” you said.

“you have a cat?” simon looked at you after settling down on one of the stools at the small island counter in the kitchen.

“oh, yeah… are you allergic? we can go somewhere else if you want.” you responded.

“no, no i’m not allergic. he’s cute.” he smiled softly under the balaclava, reaching his hand out to pet him. the cat hesitated for a moment and looked at you, almost like he was asking if it was okay to let the strange new man pet him. “go on, toby, it’s okay, you can say hello to si.”

his face reddened at the nickname. ‘si.’ it had a nice ring to it. toby leaned into his touch and curled into simon’s lap, like he fit perfectly between his thighs. “wow, normally he avoids people like the plague but toby seems to like you.” you smiled wide.

simon chuckled as he let his calloused fingers go through the hair on the cats back, petting him softly and embracing the comforting warmth that it brought him. he could get used to this. used to you.

you set the kettle to the side after it heat up, reaching up to grab two tea cups from the cabinet and brought them to the table. “sugar?” you asked.

“please,” he replied.

you got a heating pad and set the kettle down, along with a cub of sugar and coasters. by this time it was a little after ten, the tiredness from both of your bodies seeming to disappear when a little conversation started.

seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned to hours until it was 1:00 in the morning and the two of you were sat next to each other on the couch. “oh my god, i’m so sorry i didn’t even think that you might have work-” you started.

“don’t worry, i’m off for the week. but i can go, if ya’ want.”

“no, no you can stay if you’d like. i have the night shift for the next few days, so i don’t mind. i mean- i wouldn’t mind either wa-”

simon couldn’t hold back anymore, he needed to get the tempting thoughts out of his head. he knew it was soon, he knew that you knew it was too soon, but that didn’t stop him. he cut you off when his hand rested on your cheek, closing his eyes and kissing you lightly.

you pulled away, stunned by what just happened. he immediately felt horrible, like he ruined what the two of you had and he apologized right away. “i’m so sor-” you cut him off, putting both of your hands around his neck and leaning into him as you kissed him.

everything went from soft and sweet to heavy and full of lust in the span of a minute. you felt desperate, you needed to touch him, to have him, and you felt fine knowing it may be a selfish act that would dig a hole and live in your conscious forever.

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cliffhanger mwahahaha 😈

also i’m having horrible writers block rn so i’m sorry if this sucks balls 😭 the next part is gonna be smut don’t even fret 🤭

take care of yourselves lovebugs ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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callofdooty69 · 3 months

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this + price and ballerina!reader ?!? HELLO?!?!

cw: mentions of child neglect (minor), profanity, injury, bullying, f!reader, use of y/n

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growing up, your parents weren’t around very often. working constantly and out of the house was frustrating enough, let alone being left discarded to the side while all of the other kids got to get their nails painted with their moms and go to the daddy-daughter dances. you were raised through money and a bitchy babysitter. they always “made it up to you” with random expensive gifts, half of which you didn't even relate to. the minute you asked to join your friend in lessons, they signed you up as soon as they could, as long as it meant not bothering them.

you loved it, spending almost all of your free time training and practicing for upcoming concerts and lessons. it was your life, your dream. you loved it as much as it seemed to love you. however, it took a turn.

when you were fifteen, you broke your foot. it was horrible, it got to the point where you were kicked off of your team because you couldn’t perform and “weren’t meeting the standards like the rest of the class”

you were miserable. ballet was the only thing you could use to cope, to be happy, and now it was taken away from you and ripped away from your hands in the blink of an eye.

you missed being on stage and practicing. after a seven grueling months, you were finally cleared to practice again. feeling ecstatic, the first thing you did when you got home was put on your ballet slippers and trained. you were incredibly nervous, worried you would damage your foot again. but by going slow and not straining yourself, you got back into your normal routine again.

you were yourself.

your parents signed up for a different ballet studio, one that you admired and hoped of joining. they accepted you practically on the spot, seeing as you were one of the best at your old studio. you had dedication, you were committed to it.

during college, you weren’t able to practice as much because of your studies. any minute you had free that didn’t require you to spend time reviewing notes, you went to the local ballet theatre that was free use from 5:00 - 9:00 pm. the stress seamed to float out of your body when you practiced, following the beats of the music and going out into the cool breeze after sweating.

you were now in your early thirties, earning a major in dance studies and living in a new city. you were the happiest you ever had been, loving the freedom you had. your new studio was lovely, filled with supportive teachers and peers, people that were in love with dance just as much as you were.

the next two weeks were the hardest you had experienced. the biggest concert you’ve ever been in was coming up and you had to train almost 24/7. the worst part was the ridicule you faced from you peers, the people you thought were friends.

after the list for the final cast of “swan lake” came out, you looked for your name, only to reveal you were the understudy for the lead role. you were frustrated with yourself, but you had been an understudy before and still worked just as hard. everyone in the class knew your potential, and once they got the news that you were the understudy, the backhanded compliments came from left and right. it was embarrassing, but you tried your hardest not to let it get to you. you needed to focus, and this was the best opportunity for you to do so.

to prove them wrong.

you spent the entire day before the concert date training, barely giving yourself any breaks. from 6:00 am to midnight, it was all you did. the studio was surprisingly empty, everyone else probably practicing at home. the one time you gave yourself a break was for food, walking to a local coffee shop and ordering tea and some small pastries. that was when you saw him.

hearing all of the commotion from outside and everyone in the café running to the road, you looked through the window, facing into one of the clear spots, and seeing military men in uniform walking down main street. you knew one of the local bases in your city recently went on deployment and, apparently, they were finally back.

you met a few of them, a scottish man and a british brute talking to you in a bar a few months ago. you didn’t think much of it, just a simple conversation for an hour or so before they had to leave. you also knew after every deployment, there would be a huge load of women swooning over them in the street as they walked by. it was slightly agitating, watching everyone gush over, very obviously, exhausted men that didn’t even look their way.

you went back to eating and enjoying your book, hearing the familiar jingling of the bells on the café’s door. you didn’t look up, figuring one of the workers was back after watching the “parade” to finish their shift. up until the person walked in, you were the only one left in the shop for a solid ten minutes.

you heard them shuffling their shoes on the large rug in front of the door, most likely scuffing off the rain pellets that they walked on. no one thought twice about walking out with an umbrella, taking the risk of catching a cold. you saw the thunder rolling in, expecting a large storm over the night.

you lost track of time, looking at your watch and seeing that it was 1:19 pm. ‘shit!’ you whispered, rushing to put everything back in your bag and sat up. seeing that all of the workers were still outside, you reached behind the counter to grab a to-go box and cup for your tea and the pastries you had leftover.

looking around to see who entered the shop earlier, you saw a tall man, probably around 6’2” ish, with a hat in his hand, a uniform on, panting from the cold and probably from running to get somewhere warm, combing through his wet hair from the rain.

‘christ almighty, he’s hot’

as if he sensed you staring, he looked your way and flashed a smile, one that could literally blind someone with how beautiful it was. your eyes widened, feeling your face flush with embarrassment and forcing a small smile and nod. you speed-walked past him to get out the door, fleeing the scene of one of the most humiliating moments of your life. when you got outside, you watched the rain drop onto the concrete as you walked back to the studio.

you felt like you were missing something, something important. you paused and stood to the left of the sidewalk as to let others pass you by. searching for what it could be, you looked through your bag. everything was there, your phone, keys, wallet, book…

“fuck!”

you ran back to the café, hoping and praying to any gods who were listening that no one stole them after you left. feeling the hard rain drops against your skin and hair didn’t make things any better, your glasses getting wet from bolting down the street. you luckily didn’t get too far away, swinging the door open only to be met by a wall.

except it wasn’t a wall. no, no NO

you took a step back, your breathing heavy from the running. looking upwards, you saw the same man from before, holding your ballet slippers. ‘so they weren’t stolen’

“lookin’ for these?” he said, drawing your attention back into reality after staring at his handsome face for what felt like an eternity.

you looked down and smiled to yourself as you sighed. “oh my god, thank you, i was so worried they were stolen!” you laughed. he chuckled alongside you and flashed that same gorgeous smile from earlier.

“‘s no worries, saw ‘em on the floor by the table after you left ‘nd was gonna try and find you to give ‘em back”

“yeah, i think they might have slipped out of my bag before i left.”

he paused for a moment and you swore he was staring directly into your soul. “i’m john,” he stated, reaching out a hand. “y/n” you responded as you shook his hand.

“‘s a pleasure to meet you” you could feel your face heating up again, telling yourself it was just from the freezing weather outside. “likewise”

you both stood there a moment, staring at him until you felt the need to look down at the marble floor in the front of the door. “can i walk you back? don’t want ya’ gettin’ trampled out there.” he said.

you nodded, laughing as he held the door for you. ‘hot AND a gentleman?? jesus’

the walk was silent, the rain only slowing to a light drizzle compared to before. the cloudy skies were still above you, hinting at another storm approaching soon. though the atmosphere reached a comfortable silence, you let your curiosity wander as you struck a conversation. “so… do you live in the area? you look familiar.”

he looked at you, smiling when he responded. “sort of… i’m captain of the military task force just on the outskirts of the city. we don’t stay here long, goin’ on deployment a few days after we get back from our last one. we’re stayin’ for a few months or so this time, unless plans get interrupted.”

“that’s great! i’ve probably seen you at these rally-things or whatever. how long have you been in the military? if you don’t mind me asking.”

“i don’t mind at all, been stuck with the fellas back there for ‘bout ten years give or take.”

“oh, so you must’ve joined pretty young. i mean, you don’t look a day over thirty.” you chuckled.

he joined with you, seeming amused at your remark. “as much as i’m flattered, i’d have to say you’re wrong. joined when i was 23 and have been around a few bases. i’m 40 now.”

‘fourty?? four oh??? this guys lying.’

“please, you’re really forty? god what does that make me.”

“well, i know you’re not supposed to ask a lady’s age, but how old are you?”

you looked up at him and smiled, “i’m 33, turning 34 next monday.”

“well, now you’re just a liar.”

“how am i a liar!? you don’t look even close to fourty compared to me.”

“i guess that makes us both guilty now, hmm.”

before you knew it, you were already outside the studio. you didn’t want to leave, you barely knew him and he snuck his way into your heart. he held the door again, gesturing for you to go in first and you both wiped your shoes on the tattered mat inside. you turned the lights on, unlocking the room you were practicing in. “welcome to my humble abode.” you said.

"what, you live here?"

"basically. don't really go to my apartment much anymore. i mean, anything i need i can get right here."

"fair enough" he smirked.

there was a moment of silence, standing close enough that you could see how dark his eyelashes were, how the light shined in his eyes and made the most beautiful amber color. the tension in the room could be cut by a knife.

“can i ask you something?” he whispered.

“anything”

“i know we just met… but, are you free anytime soon? i’d like to get to know you more.”

your eyes widened, a dark blush sweeping across your face. “i’d really like that,” you responded.

“great. what about tomorrow?”

you mentally kicked yourself in the ass. “shit, i have my concert tomorrow. maybe you could come and we could get drinks after or something?”

he smiled, “that would be lovely. swan lake, right? i saw on the board out front.”

“oh yeah, i know i’m just an understudy but if all goes well we can celebrate together…?”

“an understudy is still part of the production, the most important part even. i would love to see it, even if you aren’t on stage.”

your face was now a bright red. “that means a lot. god, this is so weird no one has ever gone to see me before.”

“really? maybe you’ll have something to look forward to then.”

you laughed and looked down at your shoes. you didn’t get very far before he put his finger on the underside of your chin, raising your face up to look at him. “i’ll be there.” he smiled. “i should probably get goin’ now, gotta make sure the lads don’t kill each othe-”

you pecked him on the cheek, standing on the tops of your toes before he could get any farther with his sentence. “i’ll see you tomorrow.”

he was the one blushing now. “it’s a date”

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idk if i like this but i definitely wanna continue this one because i have some ideas planned for it 😈

also i know he’s definitely not forty but just stick with me it makes sense in the storyline trust 😭🤞

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callofdooty69 · 3 months

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i’m feeling extra delusional today so here are some silly little cod headcanons ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

cw: (very VERY little amount of suggestive content), profanity, mention of “boob” so

captain john price

absolutely terrified of spiders to the point where he’ll practically jump on you if he sees even the smallest daddy longlegs

holds his kid by the feet on occasion

burped in front of everyone at a meeting one time. it was dead silent and the lads still make fun of him for it

laughed uncontrollably when he saw soap with his mohawk for the first time and had to convince him not to just shave it off after hearing his giggles

calls gaz his “work wife” in a very serious tone

uses “cringe” emojis like 😅😂🤬

one time he was butt ass naked at three in the morning, shaving his beard in the communal bathroom. made ghost promise not to tell anyone what he unfortunately witnessed

says “jolly good time” like it’s a prayer

the man will tease you for letting out a little toot when his farts could kill a victorian child (i’m so sorry)

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick

slaps soap on the ass at least four times a day

called ghost his “wittle pwincess” as a joke and almost got his ass beat if it weren’t for price holding him back

a huge lightweight when it comes to drinking. like one shot of vodka will have him throwing up in the nearest toilet

shit his pants in the middle of training one time because he got food poisoning from eating too many freeze-dried skittles

said “womp womp” when soap told him he got broken up with (before the two of you together)

pokes your boob when he’s bored (consensually of course)

johnny/john ‘soap’ mactavish

cried when he found out titanic wasn’t actually based off of a true story

also slaps gaz on the ass daily

one time accidentally put a shit ton of salt in ghost’s coffee, mistaking it for sugar

ghost asked him to test how many oreos he could fit in his mouth without chewing. he made it to 19 before he almost choked to death

practiced kissing with a stuffed teddy bear when he was twelve. his mom has it on video and will never let him live it down

picks you up at random times of the day. washing dishes? perfect. making lunch? wonderful opportunity to throw you over his shoulder

bites you when he’s bored and wants attention, not hard enough to hurt but he just rests his mouth and teeth on you

when in public he always has to take an anxiety piss. he could have gone right before you both left and he would still run around looking for the bathroom and take a two minute long piss

shit in the pool. you might be thinking ‘oh this was when he was a child, right?’ no. he was 26.

simon ‘ghost’ riley

one time lost his mask and had a conniption fit for two hours, which is understandable. he was wearing it the entire time. went on a violent rampage for no reason

also uses “cringe” emojis

you walked in on him trying on your bra one time. you both didn’t move for about two minutes before you pulled out your phone and sent a picture to everyone else. he punished you that night if you know what i mean

says “laugh out loud” instead of actually laughing

burned his tongue when he tried to fit an entire bowl of ramen noodles in his mouth in one sitting

laughs in horrible situations

the king of “my bad homeboy” and “on god”

one time soap told him that saying “babygirl” to someone was a form of high respect and said “you’re absolutely right, babygirl” to price in a very serious meeting and everyone laughed after a moment of silence and genuine concern for his well-being. chased johnny around base for an hour after that

he had to change a diaper for price after he had his kid one time and she shit in his face. he made the horrible mistake of not wearing his mask in that moment

lays his head on your ass and calls you his “personal plump pillow”

found out he was deathly allergic to peanut butter after eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that was made up of half a jar of jiffy and less than a quarter of a tube of jelly

könig

thought “passenger princess” meant driving around with a barbie doll in the passenger seat of a car

almost had a mental breakdown when you told him that girls do, in fact, poop

got a flat tire in the middle of nowhere and his phone was dead. walked four miles to a gas station for gas but then forgot which direction he came from

he genuinely thought that babies come from the butthole up until he was seventeen

you recorded him sleep talking one time when he was mumbling incoherent german and out of literally nowhere said “stream taylor swift”

watches “keeping up with the kardashians” like it’s his religion

munch

anyways… you were yelling with your friend on the phone one time in a joking way and könig ripped the phone out of your hands and said “fuck off” and apologized profusely to both you and your friend after finding out it wasn’t actual anger and that you two were just joking over the phone

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let me know if i should make more, or if i should make some specifically nsfw 😏

anons are open as always ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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callofdooty69 · 3 months

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thought of this idea and wanted to share╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

MAJOR CW !!: 🪦🕊️ do not eat, daddy issues, implied abuse (not between reader and ghost !!), fluff, angst, death, PTSD, panic attacks, anxiety, talk of alcohol, guilt, grief, profanity, usage of y/n, f!reader, attachment issues, abandonment issues, not proof read, super long post (PLEASE let me know if there are any warnings/tags i missed !!!)

in NO way shape or form am i trying to glamorize daddy issues/the topics in this. i am incredibly sorry if it’s taken that way because that is most certainly not my intention. if i’ve offended anyone by writing this than PLEASE let me know. i want to keep everyone safe, and don’t forget to take care of yourself. my anons and messages are always open if you need help or someone to talk to ♡

(this is inspired by daddy issues - the neighborhood if you couldn’t tell)

i know that you got daddy issues ☆♪

ghost x y/n

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it’s not fair.

why, of all people, did this have to happen to you? you did nothing to deserve this. you always heard stories of abuse survivors that came from toxic households, but you never thought it would happen to you. you would never, under any circumstances, want or allow this to happen to anyone else. so why did no one help you? you relied on the people you loved and trusted, but they did nothing to stop it from happening.

living in an abusive environment was never supposed to become your life. coming from a happy family with a loving mother and father was your norm, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. until it happened. until the event that sparked the rest of your life’s struggles occurred on a random thursday.

when you were fifteen, your mother passed away. you were the one that picked up the phone that night. you were the one that asked her to go to the stupid school fair and pick up your missing assignments because you were sick and couldn’t go to your classes. hell became your life the minute you heard the news. that a drunk driver ran into her.

she was dead on impact.

the guilt haunted you. sitting at the funeral, sobbing over her casket, you couldn’t help but think that this was your fault. it shouldn’t have been her.

you couldn’t even count on your fingers the amount of days you missed from school. you almost got held back if it weren’t for your previous grades and attendance record. you went weeks without showering, and when you did you just sat on the floor, letting the hot water pellets hit your back until it was red and almost bleeding. you could barely eat, let alone sleep. you couldn’t remember the last time you slept comfortably, nightmares consuming your brain every night.

your father coped through alcohol. he didn’t know any other way, going to the bar was the only time when he could escape reality, even for just one moment.

your birthday was two months before it happened. you wanted to start driving as soon as you could and got your permit right away. that definitely came in clutch when you had to pick up your dad at least three times a week, one of your family friends calling and saying he was wasted again. the abuse started shortly after, going from yelling to genuine physical pain.

you bolted from your house as soon as you turned eighteen, driving as far as you could to escape the home that brought you gallons of tears and misery. you got a job soon after leaving, starting as a fast food worker to waiting tables at local restaurants. at one point, you had to pick up four jobs to just pay for basic materials to sleep in your car.

after a few years, you were diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder. you weren’t surprised, somehow relieved that you got it off your chest and just talked to someone. medication flowed through your veins shortly afterwards, easing the pain and guilt just enough to live.

you were doing well for yourself in your early twenties, renting a decent sized apartment and working as a bartender for a big restaurant in the city. even with the trauma from the alcohol addiction your father developed, you were strangely comfortable around it. anytime a conflict would arise, your coworkers would handle it, vaguely knowing your experience with violence and confrontation.

you lost contact with everyone from your old life; your deadbeat father, the “friends” that did nothing to support you, the councilors that couldn’t take the fucking hint. everyone.

then you met simon. he came in one night with his colleagues, celebrating for some kind of special occasion. a few of them came up and ordered drinks, but simon only sat down and stayed silent. it’s like he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. it was weird, but not in a bad way.

as he came to the restaurant more often, you two sparked up conversations when he sat down at the bar. starting with small talk here and there to discussing random bullshit for hours on end. he knew you had to do your job, so he let you serve the other customers of course. it was strange to him, how he could get so comfortable with someone so fast. but you seemed different. you were trustworthy and safe. a security blanket he didn’t have growing up.

you eventually got into a relationship with him, finally feeling happy. your nightmares and guilt still remained in your thoughts, images and flashbacks of what caused you internal and external wounds that you didn’t think could heal controlling your mind. you were hesitant in opening up to him, as was he. but you confided in one another, slowly opening up the gates you both spent years building. you went to him when you needed him, and he did the same to you. you learned everything about each other, learning your pasts and showing vulnerable scars you didn’t think you’d have anyone to share them with. he’s home. your each other’s safe haven.

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after a long shift at work with no sleep, you went home to find simon not there. he was usually off of work by now and should have been back for at least an hour. you immediately thought of the worst case scenario, thinking he was in trouble or that something happened. you panicked, unsure of what to do, calling and texting him to no avail.

you paced around the apartment you two now shared, your breathing getting harder and more difficult and seeing fuzzy spots in your vision. you sat down on your floor, knees pulled into your chest and hands covering your ears, trying to drown out the hallucinations and flashbacks of trauma. nothing seemed to be working, you gave up on calling simon after the seventeenth dial of his number.

it felt like your skin was on fire, uncontrollably sobbing and hyperventilating. you didn’t know what you were going to do, all you knew was that you needed simon. you didn’t know what you would do without him in your life, he was all you had.

you were so caught up in the swirling emotions and thoughts going in and out of your head that you didn’t hear the door open, boots hitting the floor and keys jingling as they hit the marble counter. when simon turned the corner and walked into the dining room, he didn’t hear you or see you anywhere. he expected to walk in and see you eating dinner, binge watching a show like you always did. but you weren’t.

he called your name, looking for you. “y/n? are ya’ here, love?” that was when he heard faint crying coming from the living room. he rushed to the noise, only to find you breaking down on the floor. he ran towards you, sliding right in front of you and frantically looking around.

he knew in these moments it was difficult to see what you were comfortable with. from touching you and hugging to giving you space, he wasn’t sure what you needed in the moment. based off the fact that this was probably the worst panic attack he had ever seen you have, he knew you definitely didn’t need space.

he lightly touched your arm, pulling back when you jumped. simon reached for your hand guiding it away from your face for you to see him. that he was there. he was home, and safe. you looked up, terrified of what you might see. that your father was in front of you, or watching your young self pick up the phone. but when you saw simon, sitting across from you and worry on his face, you clung onto him like he was water and you were dying of thirst.

he held you tight, cradling your head and pulling you into his lap to make it more comfortable for the both of you. he swayed softly, rubbing circles on your back as you sobbed into his arms and softly whispering reassuring words in your ear.

when your breathing slowed and your sobs gradually wore down, he gently lifted your face from his chest and saw your bloodshot eyes and mascara running down your cheeks, the dried tears forming marks through you face and the wet spots on your shirt from where you were crying. it broke his heart to see you like this. to see his baby girl like this.

he moved the hand on the back of your head to rub your cheek, softly wiping away the makeup that stuck to your skin. he kissed you on your forehead, then your temple, and all down your face until he gently kissed your lips, reminding you that he was safe. that you were safe. that everything was going to be okay. with your face close, he whispered “what happened, love?”

you told him how worried you were. how you thought he was in danger, that you tried calling and messaging him but he wasn’t answering. “i’m so sorry baby girl, my phone died. i was just on my way to the store to pick up some chocolate for you. but i’m home. we’re safe, everythin’ is gonna be okay.”

you cried again, leaning your forehead against his and just feeling him. touching him in these moments was all you wanted, to have reassurance that he was there. that he was real. he always managed to pull you away from your dark thoughts, to be there for you and give you want you needed.

you explained the flashbacks you were having, the voices you heard, all while simon rubbed his hands on your back and made random shapes with his fingers up and down your spine. he listened to you silently, letting you speak without interruption. when you finished, he planted kisses on your face, gently kissing your lips. it was intimate, but not in a sexual way. it was vulnerable intimacy, calming intimacy.

you laid there for a moment, hugging one another and holding each other tightly but softly. simon’s back was hurting and his legs were starting to cramp up, but he didn’t care. as long as could take care of his baby girl and hold her until she felt safe, he was okay.

“ya’ wanna go to bed love? i’ll grab some tissues to wipe off your mascara n’ tickle you all night if ya’ want.” he smiled as you giggled and nodded your head. lifting you up and carrying you to the bedroom, he slowly sat you down on the bed. “i’ll be right back, okay?” you smiled at him and whispered a small “okay” as he want to grab the makeup wipes.

he sat there for what felt like hours, rubbing your face and telling you all the things he loves about you. your hair, your smile, your cute nose, your contagious laugh, everything. when he was done, he kissed you and leaned his forehead against yours. “how ya’ feelin’ now? better?” you nodded and mumbled a small “yes,” saying “you know what would make this even better?” he hummed as he kissed your temple. “cuddling with you.”

“well, that is somethin’ that can definitely be arranged,” he smirked and rolled you around as you laughed. facing you towards him, he rubbed his calloused hand on your soft cheek, staring into your eyes like they held the galaxy in them.

your eyes fluttered, half lidded and a small smile on your face. simon placed one last kiss on your forehead, whispering “goodnight, love. everythin’ is gonna be alright.”

with that, all of your troubles washed away. the only thing that mattered in that moment was him, holding you like you were his world. because you were, you were each other’s safe space. you taught one another how to love, how to be vulnerable, how to learn that you were cared about.

things were going to be okay, as long as you had simon with you.

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how we feeling about this? ngl i cried a bit while writing it. should i make more angst and/or fluff content on here? let me know, and (as always) feel free to leave anons/comments╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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callofdooty69 · 3 months

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part 1

cw: slight harassment, profanity, fem!reader

helping a drunk can get you dates - part two

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hey, is this simon? it’s y/n from the restaurant!

ghost glanced down at his phone, looking to see what the buzzing sound came from. his eyes widening a bit, not knowing you would message him the same day he asked you out, but he definitely didn’t mind.

simon riley

yes, it is. how are you?

he anxiously tapped his foot on the sidewalk as he waited for the train, watching the three dots disappear and reappear multiple times. why was he this nervous?

y/n

i’m doing well! are we still on for friday? no worries if not, we can totally reschedule if needed!!

simon riley

i’m still free if you are, anywhere specific you want to go?

you pondered for a moment. walking back from the restaurant to your small apartment didn’t take long, but you always got nervous walking alone at night. where would he even want to go? you didn’t want to spring anything on him that he wasn’t comfortable with.

y/n

nope! dealer’s choice ;)

a winky face? really?? you added a fucking winky face?! you internally screamed at yourself, you’re already sending a stupid flirty message and you barely know him.

simon chuckled at your response; he found it cute.

simon riley

well, if that’s the case, how about that diner on washington avenue? i’ve heard great things about it.

it’s like he was reading your mind, you loved that place. you were tomato red and smiling to yourself like an idiot. you were so glued on your phone that you didn’t see the three men walking your way. it wasn’t until you bumped into one of them that you looked up.

“watch it, bitch.” he said.

“sorry…”

suddenly, simon’s gut told him something was wrong. you hadn’t responded in a few minutes, which normally he wouldn’t think twice about. but when he heard shouting from behind him, he knew something was up. he turned around, looking in the dark, the dim street lamp being the only source of light on the road. what the fuck?

there you were, slowly walking backwards and stumbling over your feet as three men inches closer towards you. it was obvious you were incredibly uncomfortable and simon didn’t think twice before running around the railing and down the steps. he jogged up behind you, lightly grabbing your waist from behind. you jumped a bit, already anxious about the current situation you were in. you didn’t need someone else harassing you.

when you looked up, you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. there he was, the tall brute himself. “there you are, love. was lookin’ for ya’” he said.

you hesitated a moment, slightly in shock. “o-oh hey! sorry, i got a bit lost on the way back.”

his brows furrowed when he looked down at the guys in front of you. “do you know them?” you shook your head and whispered a small ‘no’

“who the hell is this? what, you need your boyfriend to save you?” they all laughed. you looked down, fiddling in your hands. what if simon started laughing with them? what if he couldn’t do anything to help? what if-

“i don’t think anyone needs to be saved. jus’ think ya’ should get the fuck outta here and back to the frat house where ya’ came from.” his voice got deep and his eyes darkened as he let go of your waist and grabbed onto your hand, rubbing small circles on your knuckles to try and reassure you. he was starting to get pissed off, they should have taken the hint a long time ago.

the men stopped their laughing, seeming to realize who was actually standing in front of them. a tall, broad, military man, wearing a balaclava and a pair of cargo pants that were paired with a black, skin tight long sleeve shirt. you had to admit, the sight made you weak in the knees. how was he always so handsome?

“r-right… we’ll be goin’ now,” one of them stuttered. with that, the ran the other direction and tripped over each other.

you were pulled out of your thoughts when simon squeezed your hand lightly. “ya’ alright?”

you looked up and smiled, ‘god how can you smile so beautifully after all this?’ he thought. “yes, thank you. just a bit startled. sorry for not responding, kinda got caught up in this…” you replied.

“you don’t have anythin’ to be sorry for, love. can i walk ya’ home?” he tilted his head and you could tell he was smiling a bit under the balaclava.

“that would be really nice, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“never too much trouble.” he smiled.

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anons are open as always, lovebugs ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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callofdooty69 · 3 months

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𝓀.𝒿’𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ★

(note): i always include a content warning for everything i write, even if it’s just minor profanity

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ghost x y/n - a night at the bar || 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖞

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4

loving like a ___ || 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖞

ghost - loving like a dog: oneshot

könig - loving like a bear: oneshot

ghost x y/n - helping a drunk can get you dates (completed) || 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖞

part 1 || part 2 || part 3

ghost x y/n - i know that you got daddy issues (explicit/18+/🪦🕊️ do not eat) || 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖞

oneshot

(TF141 + könig) headcanons || 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖞

silly/fluff hcs

price x ballerina!reader || 𝖈𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖞

part 1

steddie valentine’s day post || 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘

oneshot

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callofdooty69 · 3 months

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cw: talk of alcohol, talk of vomit/throwing up, profanity, fem!reader

helping a drunk can get you dates

simon never got involved with women, mostly because he didn’t have time. every woman he tried dating wasn’t happy with the idea of him never seeing them because of deployment and needing to be on base most days. he was never in a relationship for more than a month.

that was, until he met you.

on a cold thursday night, him and the lads had just gotten done with their two-month-long deployment and went out to celebrate. they went to a local pub and soap ordered beers for everyone. simon wasn’t a huge drinker, afraid of the idea of becoming an alcoholic. but, mostly when he went out to celebrate, he had a few drinks. he could handle his alcohol well and wasn’t a light weight. his comrades on the other hand, were a totally different story, with the exception of price.

soap and gaz were fully wasted and could barely walk straight, making shitty jokes and laughing at each other when they fell. they decided to call it a night after soap nearly got a himself killed from bumping into a waiter and spilling drinks all over himself.

simon and price held up the other two drunks while trying to get back to base, struggling because they were barely lifting their feet off the ground. they definitely had a few too many drinks and price barely dodged gaz puking all over him.

as they stumbled along the concrete, ghost internally regretting parking so far from the bar, he saw you and your friends walking towards him. you were laughing, the only clearly sober one trying to guide your drunk friends and making sure they didn’t bump into anyone. your smile looked contagious, practically lighting up the snowy and foggy street.

you were inching towards them, trying to get your friends out of their way. you looked at him, showing a small smile as you passed. unfortunately, with the unlucky curse you both seem to carry around, soap vomited all over you before you got the chance to walk by. you tried your best not to show it, but you were freaking out a bit when you saw the puke all over your dress and heels.

“johnny?! the fucks a matter with you, mate?!” price shouted, scolding him. “holy shiiiiitttt,” gaz slurred, “why’d you do that man? you totally just ruined her niiighttt.”

“oh, don’t worry. it’s really not a big deal, this shit happens,” you smiled, trying to reassure them that you were okay, just a bit grossed out. soap let out a burp, “oh sorry lass, didaen’t mean ta!” he groaned.

“it’s really okay, i promise. just try not to puke all over anyone else tonight, yeah?” you smiled. “yes ma’am!” gaz and soap spoke at the same time, laughing their asses off and saying “jinx” and elbowing each other.

“okay, okay that’s enough. god, your gonna have a horrible hangover tomorrow,” price said, warning them. “sorry miss, i’ll see to it that ya’ get a new dress.”

“oh it’s okay! no need to,” you responded. you were desperately hoping it would wash out, you spent four paychecks on it. “have a good night, guys. get home safe!”

simon was surprised. despite the fact that some random scottish drunk just puked all over you, you didn’t even break your smile. he wouldn’t have had that self control, probably would have ended up socking him in the face if he was in your position. it was admirable, definitely something he would remember in the morning, if soap and gaz didn’t.

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the next week went by in a blur. everyone was cleared off duty for a while, around three months, given the harsh conditions they faced during deployment and the numerous injuries that followed. price deemed that gaz and soap were strictly prohibited from alcohol consumption for the next three weeks, which the lads understood. other than occasional errands, nothing important went on, everyone mostly slept and hung out, trying to relax.

it was simon’s turn to go for the grocery run, seeing as having twenty or more soldiers on the same base would mean food went by quickly. as he stopped on the road and waited for cars to pass by, he flicked the remainder of his cigarette out the window and onto the street. looking out, he saw the walkway where the event from the previous week occurred. the memory flashed through his eyes and looked into the building that you and your friends came out of. he stared intently as he waited for the light to turn green, watching to see if anything interesting was happening inside.

and suddenly, as if you teleported out of nowhere, he saw you scribbling down an order on a notepad, an apron around your waist and that same bright smile on his face in a busy italian restaurant. it wasn’t until the loud noises of cars honking behind him that he put his attention back on the road, shaking his head and wondering what the hell was going on with him.

he used his knowledge to his advantage. he volunteered to go on the grocery runs for the following two weeks. he felt like a coward for not talking to you, and it had never been this difficult for him to talk to women. with his dumb luck, the lads caught on and made fun of him for it for weeks on end. it got on his nerves so much to the point where he just had to put an end to it.

he didn’t know how to, though. he remembered price talking to you about getting a new dress to replace the one soap idiotically puked on. simon figured he might as well get you new heels too, visualizing which ones they were and what to actually get.

money wasn’t the issue, his salary was pretty decent seeing as he was a lieutenant. the problem was being in a store that was filled with items that he didn’t know. it’s as if each piece of clothing and accessory was new to him, despite buying many of those gifts before for others. he hated how confused he was, why was he even doing this anyway? he could have just left and grabbed groceries like he was meant to. but it’s like he was tied to a rope that he couldn’t cut.

he finally found the dress and heels he was looking for after spending thirty minutes walking in circles. he purchased the items, requesting a bag and a note that read ‘sorry ‘bout the dress you had, hope this one can replace it.’ with that, he left and drove back to the restaurant where he saw you.

he stood outside the door, hesitating to enter. he might as well get it over with now, he wasn’t going to bring a dress and heels back to base knowing everyone would poke fun at him for it. he pulled the door open, hearing the faint jingle of bells as he let it close. he looked around, he had to admit the place was nice, surprisingly busy for it being only noon.

walking to the front counter, waiting for someone to come out front. he heard your voice in the back, telling him it would be just a minute until you could seat him. when you came out your eyes lit up, seeming to remember simon from the previous weeks.

“oh, hey! you were the man from a few weeks ago right? how are you?”

simon’s words were caught in his throat. he mumbled a small ‘good’ and handed you the bag of items. “is this for someone in the back? if you just gimme a name i can give it to them!” your smile widened, showing a glimpse of your seemingly perfect teeth.

“no, actually. s’ for you, a replacement of the dress ‘nd heels my drunk lad threw up all over. sorry if it’s not the right ones, tried my best to remember.”

your eyes went wide, smile slowly falling. he was worried he said something wrong, messed up what he got. but your smile quickly went back even wider than before. “are you serious?” he nodded in response. “you really didn’t have to, i told you guys it was okay!”

“no, it was his fault. if it makes ya’ feel any better, the lad was suspended from drinkin’ for three weeks.” your bubbly laugh returned, the corners of your eyes crinkling. “are you sure? this must’ve been expensive, it’s really no big deal-”

“i insist.”

“really? thank you!” you ran around the corner, standing on your tippy toes to hug the taller man in front of you. “you have no idea how much i appreciate this, unfortunately the puke didn’t wash out.” you rubbed the back of your neck, only then realizing how close the two of you were. you both apologized at the same time, laughing at the responses. a blush slowly crept up on your face, and simon was internally praying that you couldn’t see how red his was.

“well, i should probably get back to work, thank you again, this made my shitty week so much better.” you chuckled. simon knew he might not have the guts to talk to you again or see you, and unfortunately his mouth moved faster than his brain.

“wait,” he said as you turned around to smile at him. “are you free on friday? maybe we could grab a bite to eat. i’ll make sure no one pukes on ya’ again.” he laughed.

you were definitely not expecting the tall and hot military man you only had two encounters with ask you something like that. “yes” you said.

he wrote down his name and number and slid it across the counter to you, “great, then it’s a date.”

and with that, simon walked out the door and you went to grab the drinks you meant to bring out five minutes ago.

the both of you were smiling the rest of the day.

****

let me know if you guys want a part 2, and per usual, leave requests in the comments or anons if you’d like ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

- 𝓀.𝒿

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callofdooty69 · 3 months

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i have been summoned ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

this actually sounds like something i would take to my grave if someone wrote, and i would love to be that someone MWAHAHAHA 😈

Someone needs to write a Phantom of the Opera AU with Simon and Johnny 🥺

#call of duty #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #fanfic #writeblr #cod #ao3 #cod fanfic

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callofdooty69 · 3 months

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part 1 - könig

ghost: loving like a dog

ghost doesn’t love like a pet. he doesn’t love like a domesticated dog, no no. ghost loves like a stray. he loves like a flee-ridden mutt, one that has matted fur and smells like charcoal and covered in dirt.

ghost loves like a stray dog because it’s all he knows. no one has ever loved him like you do. he’s used to people judging and pushing him away to the point where his guard is constantly up. he doesn’t know any better. he doesn’t know how to love.

once you truly understand him, he slowly becomes a domesticated lover. he no longer has flees. he doesn’t reek of sadness and pain, but of calming shampoo and soft fur. he doesn’t have a matter coat and damaged personality, his teeth aren’t yellow, and his nails are no longer sharp and threatening.

ghost loves like a domesticated dog, once a stray mutt with no one to love. now, he has you. you helped him, you healed him. he doesn’t go hungry in the street anymore. he doesn’t scare away anyone that gets close to him. now, he has someone to protect and care about instead of shutting himself out from the world with the interior walls he’s spent his life putting up.

ghost used to love like a stray, flee-ridden mutt. it took him ages to get used to the walls he put up slowly crumbling and breaking down. he doesn’t stay up all night, lost in the thought of being alone for the rest of his once miserable existence. he has you.

ghost loves like a dog. and it’s all thanks to you.

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as always, feel free to send requests via comments/anons╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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this is for my sweet boy könig ♡

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könig doesn’t love like a dog. he doesn’t love like a cat. or a bird. he doesn’t even love like a fucking peacock.

könig loves like a bear. not the kind in zoos, or deep and hidden in the forest. he loves like a polar bear, survival instincts activating every time a minor threat comes into his life.

he loves like a sun bear, which is known as the smallest species. but he doesn’t take after the size of a sun bear, he takes after the traits. he’s intimidating to love, but once he shuts down his walls and truly lets you see his physical and emotional scars and markings, he loves like the shy nature of the species.

he loves like a protective grizzly bear, not hesitating to intervene when any threat involves you. grizzly bears are attentive. empathetic. when könig is with you, he pays close attention to every move you make. every action, expression, and emotion never fails to catch his eyes.

könig loves like a bear. despite his cold and aggressive-looking exterior and demeanor, he loves you like it’s his only job in life. he protects you. he defends you. he loves you the same way a bear does.

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i can’t tell if i love this or hate this tbh 💀

if you’re interested in me making this a continuous series, let me know in the comments. and if you have other requests (or just requests for other characters and/or fandoms) for other tropes/blurbs, feel free to send me an anon ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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callofdooty69 · 3 months

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part 1 || part 2

a night at the bar - part three

despite the fact that simon’s car was only a half a block past the parking lot, the both of you were completely soaked head to toe from the rain. even though he was shivering, simon being the lovely gentleman he is, quickly opened the car door for you to sit in the passenger seat.

once he got in, you two just stared at each other for a moment. your hair was almost glued to your face and his eyes were widened from the cold. after a quick few seconds of silence, you two giggled. the giggling turned into laughter and you could hardly breathe. it wasn’t even that funny, but the moment of peace you felt with simon made it much more comforting than you thought.

after your laughter died down, he started the car and drove past the bar, crossing various buildings and cars that were lined up the road, almost glowing from the water. the car ride was silent after you gave him your address, but comfortable.

somehow, a little conversation between the two of you turned into smiles and laughter spreading through the air. the thirty minute ride felt like only seconds, up until he parked outside your apartment. you hadn’t realized you were there until he ran across the front of the car and opened your door for you, offering a hand to help you out.

you took his hand, the both of you running up the stairs to your flat. you both stood there a moment, catching your breath and laughing as you caught each other staring.

it wasn’t until the giggles died down and you were both standing up straight that you realized just how close he was to you. simon must have noticed, taking a small step backwards to put a bit of comfortable distance between you two.

“uh… thank you. this was really nice. i’m glad i finally got to hang out with you, simon. even if it was only for an hour.”

he looked at you, eyes half lidded with a smile showing through his balaclava. “of course, anytime, love. i should let you get some rest, if you need anything you always know where to find me.”

you blushed as he started to walk away, and without any hesitation, gently grabbed his arm. “wait!” he turned back around, looking down at you with those gorgeous brown eyes.

“do you uh… do you want to come in and have a cup of tea…?” his eyes widened at the unexpected offer.

“tea would be lovely.”

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part 4 ?

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callofdooty69 · 4 months

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part 1

cw: talk of alcohol, swearing/profanity, slight violence?, harassment

a night at the bar - part two

simon couldn’t stop thinking about it. about you’re smile. about the way you brush your hair out of your beautiful face. about how kind you were to him and the lads. and, most of all, about the way you looked at him. like he was the only one in the room that was capable of truly grabbing your attention.

he always noticed the red spreading through your cheeks. he saw how fidgety you got around him. simon made you nervous, and he loved it.

it was a friday night, a cold and foggy evening that, surprisingly, prevented the bar from having many customers. it was only simon, you, your coworkers, and a few other people scattered around and drunkenly laughing. the smell of beer and smoke coated the air and simon couldn’t help but stare. the way you poured drinks and laughed at the cringey jokes your friends told made him feel infatuated.

he had been going to the bar for a few weeks now, whether it was with the lads or simply by himself. he noticed everything you did, and every time simon went back to base with his colleagues, they couldn’t help but laugh and poke fun at him for, still, not gaining the courage to talk to you.

he was new to this, no one has ever made him feel so… warm. it scared him. he hated being vulnerable, and always closed the interior walls that held him back from actually talking about his feelings. but, by this point, he finally admitted it: he needed to talk to you.

simon was lost in his thoughts, only coming back to the present moment when loud laughters and whistling filled the room. he looked up, pulling his gaze away from the half empty bottle of beer in his gloved hand.

he watched the scene play out in front of him, glancing back and forth from the table full of drunk middle-aged men and a guy that seemed to be getting a bit too… touchy.

it was obvious you were uncomfortable, anyone in the room could have noticed. your coworkers were all in the back room, packing up before closing and handing you the keys to lock up.

as you were putting your jacket on, the man kept grabbing your waist and pulling you towards him. you could smell the whisky reeking from his mouth and how he was slurring his words. continuously asking you to “have a little fun” and “spend the night with a real man” while his friends laughed and cat-called you.

simon gripped his glass harder, practically enough for it to break. his blood was boiling, and he wasn’t sure if it was from his drunken state or his jealousy taking over, but he had enough. it wasn’t until the man grabbed your ass that he only saw red.

he walked over, his boots creating loud thuds as he was walking across the old and creaky wooden boards on the floor. once he reached you and the man, he shot daggers towards him, almost like a warning.

simon stepped in front of you, getting in between the two of you. your eyes widened, not expecting anyone to step in and try to take control of the situation.

“i suggest you back the fuck off and let her go home before i shove my boot so far up your ass that you’ll be tasting leather for the next week,” he said through gritted teeth.

“oh come on, man,” the other spoke up, “we’re just talking. nothing to worry abo-”

the man didn’t get to finish his sentence before simon punched him, right across his face. he fell backwards, his head hitting the ground as he looked back up at the man towering over him. “i fucking warned you, now get the fuck out of here, and take your friends with you,” he said, gripping his collar.

the man stumbled up, him and his friends scurrying out the door and leaving you and simon alone. you stood there, still in shock while staring at the door and watching them hop back in their truck and speed off down the dirt road.

“are you alright?” simon spoke, grabbing your attention and gently placing a hand on your shoulder.

“um… yeah, thank you” you said, glancing up at him with his light brown eyes and blond lashes looking back down at you.

“it’s nothing, there’s no need to thank me. would you like me to drive you home? i’m guessin’ you walked here seein’ as my car is the only one in the lot.”

your eyes widened, not expecting him to make such an offer. “are you sure? i don’t want to be a bother, i’m sure you need to get back to the base. and it’s really not too far, i can walk.”

he tilted his head towards you, his brows furrowing and you could tell there was a small smile underneath his balaclava. “it’s not a bother, love. and i wouldn’t want you to walk back in the dark.”

you blushed at the nickname, glancing back at the clock, not even realizing it was already 10:45 at night. and, before you could even respond, you heard the patters of rain hitting the windows and the tar of the parking lot. “well, i suppose i’m going to have to take you up on that offer now, won’t i?” you smiled, the downturned one that always made simon question his own being.

he chuckled, nudging you shoulder slightly. “well, i guess you do.”

he was incredibly glad that you couldn’t see how red his face was under the balaclava.

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part 3 ?

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callofdooty69 · 4 months

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cw: mentions of alcohol

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simon was never the type to hesitate. he was forward, blunt even. it’s not like he was afraid of talking to others, he simply chose not to. and never, under any circumstances, would he go out of his way to disrupt the control he had in his daily life.

everyone on the task force knew not to get in the way of his routine. they learned that the hard way when one of the new recruits tried to talk to him one morning when he drank his tea.

no one. EVER. talked to simon when he drank tea. he was like an old and cranky british grandmother. not the kind that would hand out shitty caramels and apples on halloween, but the ones that scolded you if you didn’t finish every single crumb on your plate.

he knew he had a problem when it came to making change. he hated it with every fiber of his being. he was aware of the fact that it was getting in the way of him experiencing breaks. but he decided to take a risk and venture out of his comfort zone by joining the lads for a drink at the cantina.

he wasn’t the biggest fan of alcohol, preferring a cigarette or, occasionally, a few sips of whiskey, but never anything too extravagant. it wasn’t until johnny offered him a beer that he started getting tipsy.

he knew when he needed to step down from liquor and could handle his own alcohol well. but maybe it was the fact that it was a random friday night, or something that caught his attention, but he practically spit his drink out when he saw you. taking as he almost dropped his glass, gaz followed his eyes to where he was staring.

“oi, you ‘right lad?” johnny’s voice barely audible in the background noise.

“he’s just oogling at y/n. guessing as he’s never been down ‘ere before he’s probably just now noticing ‘er”

simon couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to what gaz said, he was only focused on you. the way your smile widened when a coworker told a stupid joke. how your eyes lit up when you saw what he assumed to be a friend of yours enter the bar.

it wasn’t until you noticed him staring and smiled in a way that made your eyes crinkle in the corners that he tore his gaze away. the lads chuckled a bit and laughed when ghost punched johnny in the arm.

and if it weren’t for the invisible string that tightened when he looked at you again, he could have sworn he saw a dark red spread across your face.

from that point on, he spent every single friday night he could, siping a beer and catching your gaze in the bar.

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part 2 ?

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