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Would thou write a little accidentally shrinking Simon's mask in the washer 🗣️

yes, I shall write a tibbit of shrinking the scary mans mask.

You had been trying to do him a favour, seeing him return with blood all over the damn thing. You'd had to practically peel the mask away from him even after he'd reluctantly agreed to let you wash it. Your efforts, while valiant, halted when you realised doing it by hand with an old toothbrush and wet sponge was getting you nowhere. So, after cursing whatever material he uses for the skull, you put it in the washing machine, thinking nothing of it...until you were met with a glowering ghost, towering in the doorway which would almost be horror movie gold if it weren't for the fact he was stood with a mask that clung to his face, the holes for his eyes were strained, making them look almost comically large. You could see the shape of his nose and how it was being pushed down, almost flat. You hold in your fit of laughter and end up in a staring contest which definitely did not help your composure. "Y/N" He growled, but instead of responding with fear you sputtered out a laugh, the way his mask clung to his mouth muffled his voice more than usual and you could the fabric straining against his mouth, reminding of you of those sheet ghost costumes but drenched in water. And so you ran for your life. Simon was never going to let you wash his mask again.

(this was my first ask! i hope i did your idea justice!) :]

thinkin about ghost....again

this ones a little nsfw?it's not like...staight up porn but theres like suggestiveness, so just to be safe minors be gone. im serious 😑 like, you can read anything else on my blog but stay away from this okay?

Ghost who matches readers freak. He'll wake up in the mornings with small bites littered across his arms or you squeezing at his chest.

Ghost who absolutely melts when you play with his chest, at first it may be a somewhat innocent action but after a while he'll let out the most pathetic whine because you've accidentally worked him up, which means it's your problem to fix.

Ghost who you'd expect to not want any roughness after his harsh job but when it's you he loves it. He'll offer up his hand or arm instead when he sees you biting at your nails or peeling the skin.

Ghost who's grown to love that gnawing sensation when you just needed to feel a certain pressure on your teeth. He won't admit it but he loves it when he looks down and sees his chest and neck covered in bites and bruises.

Ghost who knows you're not trying to hurt him or cause him pain (at least not too much)

Ghost who will gladly let you tackle him to the ground and do a bit of roughousing with you because god you look hot when you're staring down at him with that grin. so to no one's surprise your little wrestling match on the floor escalates.

Immortal souls ch1

CW: uhh...this shits kinda sad ngl, death, details of injuries and said death, swearing, dont think there's anything too bad but let me know if there is

The day was bright as you lay in the field, the grass swaying softly against your face, exhausted from the day spent running around, completing errands for the villagers and then proceeding to goof off with simon. Simon, who was currently beside you in the cool blades of grass, your pinkie fingers hooked together, too embarrassed to properly hold hands. You both speak soft promises into the sky above, the blues and pinks of the lowering yet still bright sun being covered by the patchy pattern of leaves from the tree that you and Simon had taken shelter under, being the witness to your words.

The two of you began your daily walk back, all laughs and jokes, smiles and subtle flirts.

"hah! you should have seen the fruit stall owner! the way he was chasing after me just for a simple apple."

Simon recounts his adventures of the day before you had met up for the afternoon. You sigh playfully at your thief of a friend.

"honestly, si....what am i going to do with you, hm?"

Simon smirks, loving the sound of your nickname for him on your tongue, the way you shortened his name sounded so much better than the harsh way that everyone else says it. He's about to make a crude comment most likely but you both get interrupted as you see flames and hear the distant yet deafening cries of the fellow villagers that echoes through the once peaceful afternoon.

The two of you run, as fast as you could, desperate to help, lungs burning as they frantically search for oxygen in the thick smokey air. You frantically search for your family, friends or anyone who could explain this sudden chaos.Y

Through the smoke of your burning village you and Simon come across a group of men holding torches, wearing odd metal masks, armed with blades, arrows and spears, things you'd hardly seen before in the shelter of your peaceful village. Though you both knew that it could be nothing good.

You pause, never having been in such a life threatening situation before, your instincts and common sense weren't quite up to par and why should they be when all you've known was peace, the only chaos was when Simon stole something from the market.

"um...escuse me gentlemen? Do you know-"

Your polite and timid words are abruptly cut short as they shoot an arrow, the metal tip barely missing your widened eyes and instead causing your cheek to bleed. You were frozen, you felt like crying, being sick and running away all at once. The overwhelming feeling of having danger so suddenly thrown in your face. Luckily for you, Simon managed to snap out of his own trance, grabbing you tightly and pulling you along.

"come on! we need to go!"

You run to the forrest in hopes of losing the men, weaving through the old and and sturdy trees, memories of the times you and Simon would spend hours up in the branches briefly flash in your mind before being promptly tugged again by Simon to the side, your eyes catch a glimpse of the spear that had just about missed your head.

The heavy breathing of you both echoes through the darkening forrest, your warm breath creating clouds of vapour in the air, your lungs sting with the sharpness of adrenaline and exercise.

The strange men clad in metal and weapons can be heard, their chasing relentless, voices yelling at each other to guide more of them towards you. It goes silent for a few minutes, the only noise in the seemingly empty forrest being you and Simon's heavy breathing which you both desperately tried to quiet.

You and Simon turn to each other, a smile of relief on both your faces. You were finally safe, you began to think of all the ways to save the villagers, maybe you could find a nearby lord? Or maybe they'd just leave on their own?

But it doesn't take long until everything around you seems to go dull, that relief you felt just moments ago going cold, as you watch the spear tear through Simon's chest, the cracking noise of sharpened metal breaking bones and flesh of the man you adored embedded in your memories forever. You fall to the ground with him, almost as if you had been wounded yourself. The strange men seemed to believe so anyways as they left, not even checking if you two were dead, almost like this whole thing was just for their own sick enjoyment, enjoying the pain of families watching each other die, their only relief being the hope of seeing everyone in the afterlife.

As you fell to the floor everything felt dark, dull, an empty feeling of loss covered you. The moss on the forest floor was cool against the heat of your living body. You could see the way his eyes were fading, that beautiful brown that made you think of nature and warmth, going a ghostly grey. Your hands grasp onto him.

"no...no,.no, no... si! Please dont, you have to stay with me. Im begging you! I cant be without you...si, please"

A tight feeling in your heart takes away the rest of your breath, you can't speak properly anymore, only managing garbled pleas as if that would save the dying man in your arms, as if that would get rid of the spear in his back that pierced through his chest. Through your begging you still couldn't manage to utter those three words that you'd both been hanging off the edge of your tongues, those three words that was so obvious between you yet because they were never spoken neither of you dared to go further than friends.

The trees suddenly felt like they were watching, mocking you for your feeble love, laughing at how easily he was dying. They loomed over you, the bark twisting into cruel smiles as you begged Simon to stay with you.

He tries to brave a smile, barely breathing as he gets out his final words.

"god....I love it when you call me that"

And with that you saw the playful light drain from his eyes, that oh so beautiful brown gone pale.

You cried, you don't know for how long but you remember seeing the sun disappear in the corner of your eye more than once. As you cried your grip on Simon's icy body only got tighter, as if you could transfer your warmth to him to bring him back.

Thinkin about ghost....

Ghost who sleeps with his back pressed firmly against the wall because he's been shot in the back one too many times, leaving it unprotected while he sleeps feels like a death wish to him

Ghost who bundles up his blanket to cover his front. The last thought before he sleeps is 'i hope the blanket is thick enough to stop a knife at least.'

Ghost who sleeps facing the door and with the window in a few short steps at most. He watches the door until the very last second, until sleep overpowers his eyes and they fall shut.

Ghost...who when he shares the bed for the first time practically uses you as a shield since you insisted on sharing the blanket. So of course you are now the substitute for his blanket shield. perfectly reasonable.

Ghost who, one night, falls asleep with his back facing you, not pressed up against the wall though he's still facing the door because someone needs to keep both of you safe.

Ghost who would never admit that the feeling of you pressed against his back was a lot more pleasant than the hard, cold wall, maybe even comforting.

Ghost who now can fall asleep so easily next to you, belly exposed like animals do to show trust, because he knows when he wakes up the worst thing you've done to him is draw on him.

Ghost who feels safe enough to lower his guard while sleeping.

Immortal souls

I know i should be writing my other fics but...i got a new idea so here, have some scraps

Simon and you who were bonded a long time ago, long before kings and knights. You spent your childhood together and grew up eating fruits off of trees from strangers land and it wasn't long until love blossomed just as the flowers on the trees did

However, flowers dont last forever and neither does love...or does it?

War breaks out in your small and isolated haven, both you and Simon tried to escape but the enemy was relentless.

it wasn't long until you sat there on the mossy bed of the forest, the smoke of your village being set ablaze slowly inching closer just as the claws of death were grasping for you and simon.

Unfortunately for you it turns out you're immortal, you dont know how and dear god you've tried to find out how.

Whatever cruel curse had been put upon you and simon that night, it took a while for you to figure it out but you seem to be immortal while Simon....simon wasn't, but don't fret, he got revived eventually. However his memories were long gone, barely being lost in time because you cling so desperately to them.

And now you stood in front of your one and only true love, time to relieve this hearwrenching cycle until the cruel gods take mercy on your human souls. Except...it's no longer your Simon, it's ghost now, even more broken than the last incarnation you saw of him. He speaks up, oh how accents have changed over time.

"sorry...who are you?"

should i make this into a proper fic?

What do you think?

im writing a fic. ghost (COD) x reader (probs gonna be male or gn but with like male in mind if that makes sense? like neutral pronouns but it might seem masculine in a way)

It's mostly going to be in the POV of the reader but what should i do when a character talks to them?

What do you want?

ive got a few ideas swirling around in my noggin right now but the one i wanna try first i want to see what you lot would prefer to read. they're all pretty similar but there'll be slight changes. It's going to be male reader since thats what im used to writing

when i say bikes i mean motorbikes/ dirtbikes. Also my asks and messages are always open, just in case any of you want something.

Uploading some older art I've done some time ago bc I think it's cute and I might redraw it sooner or later.

I'm not to happy with some of it but I still love it. I originally made this lil guy as a oc for CoD MW2 (kind of like a service dog hybrid for Simon Riley specifically) I might revamp the concept eventually but for now this is all I have

Defenseless

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Pairing: [Gaz] Kyle G. x [Enemy] reader

Pronouns: he/him

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Quote: “Look.. I could care less about that file, but.. My office. You trashed my office.”

Description: Gaz gets caught somewhere he shouldn’t be. He has nothing to defend himself with either. He’s running on pure adrenaline and fear.

Disclaimer: Shitty writing. Guns. Fear. Pain. Gaz gets hit a few times.

A/n: This is just a little thought I had. I’m very tempted to make a pt. 2 though.

Master list

Word count: 751

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Get in and get out. Get in and get out. In then out. In then out. This was racing through Gaz’s mind as he frantically tore apart the room. He had no ammo. He had nothing to defend himself. He couldn’t afford to get caught.

“Don’t waste time! Find it and get the hell out of there!” He heard Soap yell from the comms.

“I’m trying!” Gaz whisper-yelled as he threw open a drawer. He needed a certain file. This file was needed to get the team too the next stage of the mission, but he couldn’t see to fucking find it.

“Where is it…” He whispered to himself.

He’s been in the stupid building longer than he’d like. He’d been at this for hours. He was so tired. He was running on pure adrenaline.

“Someone’s headed your way, I won’t be able to see him from this point. You’re on your own.” Soap said.

Get in and get out. Get in and get out. “Get in and get out. Damn it!” Gaz’s frustration grew with every second.

He stood back, his hand on his head in a fit of stress. He frantically looked around the room. His eyes caught a small bit of yellow stuck under a keyboard. He ran up to the desk, throwing the keyboard to the side, grabbing the file. He opened it and smiled.

“Fuck yeah!”

His victory was quickly shut down when he felt something press into his back. His heartbeat quickened as he slowly realized what it was.

The stranger let out a small click as he shoved the gun further into the man’s back. “Look.. I could care less about that file, but.. My office. You trashed my office.”

Gaz tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears.

“The least you could do is leave the file.” The man said.

Gaz stayed silent, scared if he said anything he’d end up with a bullet in his back.

“Turn around.” The man ordered.

Gaz slowly turned around. From the outside, you would never be able to tell he was scared shitless. Get in and get out. More like get in and get caught.

“How are we lookin’, Gaz?” Soap asked, not being able to see the situation.

When Gaz reached to respond, the enemy took his gun and smashed it into Kyle’s hand. Kyle hissed in pain as he gripped his hand. The man then kneed him in the stomach, causing the soldier to choke and fall forward on his knees.

“Gaz?” Soap asked.

The man pressed the gun against Gaz’s head. “You want that file?”

“Yes.” Gaz said in a broken voice. His stomach is still aching.

“Tell your little friend you ran into trouble, but you’re fine.” Y/n said.

Gaz now looked up at him. He was frozen. When he made no move for the comms, y/n rose a brow.

He then slowly reached up to the comms.

“Gaz?! Are you al-”

“I’m good… I-... I found the file..” His breathing was heavy. “I.. I ran into a little trouble, but I’m fine! I’ll see you soon, S-... I’ll see you soon.” He didn’t want to say any names, even if Soap was only a codename.

“Good.” Y/n brought the gun up as if he was about to hit Gaz with it.

Gaz’s eyes were now screwed shut as he awaited for the impact. The gun hit the comm, breaking it. Gaz groaned as it still hit him.

Y/n put his gun back in its holster. He then grabbed his spinny chair, pulling it closer, gesturing to it. “Get up and sit down.”

Gaz slowly got up, taking a seat in the chair.

Y/n leaned against the table behind him and smiled. “You a bitch.” Gaz’s eyes widened in surprise. “Look, you can take the file, but you’re gonna tell me everything I need to know.”

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Big Brother Keegan | platonic!Keegan P Russ x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: “You’re a softie, really” keegan russ & familial m!reader pls

summary: Keegan hates your fucking guts, but he does love you… kind of.

tws: swearing, mentions of violence

Keegan loathed you. He absolutely despised and hated you with every fibre of his being, but if someone were to so much as look at you the wrong way, he wouldn’t hesitate to cause them such woe and agony and misery that it would make anyone wince and ask if it was a bit too much; he supposed, though, that’s why the other Ghosts teased him about being your adopted big brother. He loathed you so much that if you even hinted at being upset, he would immediately try to find out who had caused it, and make them suffer; only he was allowed to bully you, no one else, and he made that more than known. Even the other Ghosts didn’t try to so much as playfully bully you, as they didn’t want to face Keegan losing his temper with them. No matter what, big brother Keegan was always there to save you; whether you were too smart for your own good and had gotten yourself into shit, too ambitious and rambunctious and ending up in a situation you weren’t prepared for, or simply because you refused to slow down, refused to back down; big brother Keegan was always there to pull your ass out of the fire, with only mild complaints about it. Big brother Keegan, always there to pull his little SAS brother out of any shit that tried to coat him. 

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Everything i touch turns into babygirls

Also a rough wip that im not gonna finish lol

Defender | König x trans!m!reader

anonymous asked: Hi! This is my first request but I think the prompts "walk the fuck away" and "are you scared of me now" with könig, where someone is being transphobic to trans!m!reader and konig deals with it but is scared he may have frightened reader ending with "the world will never know a man as amazing as you" from reader <3

summary: König loves you, there's no doubt about that, and he will always fight your corner.

tws: transphobia, swearing, some violence (not super graphic)

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König had heard it from the moment that he had stepped onto base; the amount of self righteous, stupid and cruel, cunts spewing bullshit about you as they always did. He despised it, and although he knew that you took care of it yourself more often than not, he was also well aware that not many people stuck up for you, either.

He did, and so did Horangi, but nobody else. Often, you were told to shut up and take it, be glad that they were only joking, stop being so fucking whiny, it's not their fault - he couldn't stand it. He knew you couldn't do anything about it, you had tried a thousand and one times, so he knew he had to step in.

It wasn't hard to find you, looking down at the floor and chewing at the inside of your lip as a group of people surrounded you; König heard everything. The way that they called you a girl, a woman; the way they poked fun at your body and told you that you would never be a real man; it was enough to make anyone sick, the way they spoke such bullshit with such cruelty.

König was light enough on his feet, sneaking up behind you and glaring at them. "Entschuldigung."

The leader of the pack glared at him. "What? Can't you see we're busy here making sure that this... I don't even know what this fucking abomination is, knows it's not welcome to be around us in the changing rooms."

Slowly, König brought himself between them and you, folding his arms across his chest and staring down at the leader of the pack. "How about you pick on someone your own size, hmm? Or are you scared?"

They tried to punch him, to get him out of the way, but he caught their fist, and with little effort, started to squeeze down; they howled, starting to sob as they fell to their knees before him. He squeezed down harder, and they howled louder, begging for him to let go.

"If you wish to say anything to my boyfriend again," he growled, "them you will have to go through me... is that clear?"

"Fuck... you..."

König tutted, letting go of their fist and grabbing them by the hair, nearly tearing it out of the scalp as he grasped the back of their head; he knew he could crush their skull, he had done it before, but he needed a little control - high command wouldn't take kindly to a fellow soldier being murdered on base, after all.

"Apologise to him," König demanded quietly. "Or ich tu dir weh... badly."

They squirmed, begging for mercy that would not come. "Put me down, brute."

"Hmm... nein," he shook his head. "Apologise to the man. Now."

The apologies came out hurried and panicked, but König didn't care, waiting for you to gently tug at his shirt before he let them go at last, huffing. "Walk the fuck away, cunt."

They did as they were told, retreating with their tails between their legs and saying that they would contact high command about the incident, about König's behaviour and your existence; he would have a word with Price in the morning to make sure that the record was straight.

But then you sniffled, and König frowned, suddenly backing away as he held up his hands, showing you his palms as he shook his head. "I'm sorry... are you scared of me now?"

"No," you looked up at him, eyes glassy with tears that threatened to fall quickly and harshly, voice shaky and a bloodied lip. "Just... thank you."

König shook his head, slow and cautious movements as he made his way back over, sinking to his knees in front of you; he gently brought his hand to your face, thumb tracing over the cut on your lip. "Did they do this?"

You nodded.

"I'll kill them," he growled, accidentally smearing your blood on his skin as he clenched his jaw ever so tightly. "I'll kill all of them."

"Don't," you said softly. "They deserve it, but... they'd punish you, and you don't deserve that."

"Did I scare you?"

"Never," you breathed out, pulling his hand from your face so that you could hold it tightly. "I'd never be scared of you... not you."

He hummed quietly, resting his free hand on your knee as he looked up at you like a kicked puppy; if there was anyone on the planet he didn't want to be cruel to, didn't want to hurt or scare away, it was you. He loved you, he looked forward to the day he would stand under the chuppah with you and finally be able to call you his husband; he never wanted to hurt you.

"You don't..." you sighed, shaking your head. "You don't think I'm not a real man, do you?"

"I know you're a real man," König told you. "A few dumm cunts won't change that. Ever. You're a real man, mein Mann, and there's nothing any stupid bastard could say to make me walk away... are you feeling better?"

You nodded. "Thank you... I... I can't thank you enough, Mein Prinz."

König grinned, nodding. "It's my job, isn't it? You stand up for me all the time, mein Bärchen - it's what boyfriends do."

You wanted to agree, pushing yourself down and straddling his waist as you wrapped your arms tightly around him and buried your face against the side of his neck, a final sniffle leaving you. Blocked nose from crying too much yet somehow too little. You adored König at the best of times, you loved him more than you had ever loved another man, and you couldn't deny that any time he came to your aid, you fell in love with him a little bit more.

No one stood up for you, Horangi did when he was around but it was rare, whenever someone came to your defence you were more than thankful for it; but as König held you so closely, rubbing your back softly, you knew that there was no one else like him, and your gratitude wasn't just because he had stood up for you.

"The world will know another man as amazing as you," you muttered. "You know that, don't you?"

"You remind me every day," he said softly. "But... danke... are you hungry?"

You nodded.

"Come on," he coaxed gently. "We'll go to that little café in town. I'll pay."