Omg i love love looovvee your angsty fics/drabbles, I’ve literally been on your acc for whole a day, and OH GOD, IM HERE FOR ITTT😩. Maybe just maybe I could make a request with ghoap slowly forgetting about reader, basically reader getting neglected, but reader gets more and more mentally unstable and gets hyper fixated on cigarettes. And maybe if you’re okay with it, drugs? And maybe she kills herself and simon has to see her body on her bed?😭. IDK I JUST WANT PURE ANGST GOOD GOD😩 but feel free if you want to write about it or not, no pressure bb✨

Alright, I'm going to respond to this before it disappears from my inbox!!

For one, thank you so much and I'm so glad you like it!!! I swear I'm working on it, I just keep running out of sad writing songs lol. And I LOVE this idea!! There are so many heart-wrenching ways to take this and playing with the scenario has my brain boiling!

Just thought I would let you know that I have been holding this close to my heart and working on it!!

OK ok ok, my mind is churning with an AU

So, we know Charlie's wonderful slasher Simon AU, right? Well, I just finished the second scream movie and BOY do I have thoughts for my own vaiernt of the Slasher Simon AU.

College.

Sports.

Murder.

Of course, not for any convoluted reason like Micky or Ms. Lumen, no. Just because Simon had a rough upbringing, and it's one of the only ways he knows how to releive stress. Besides, he's always found knives and firearms fascinating, especially his KBAR and his Snake Eye. The first time was an accident, the second time felt good, and after that? After that was just... Ghost.

They can go to an rotc specializing college (idk if those exist, but it's 4 am, I'll finesse the details later) ANYWAY they can be split up by Dorms!! Like, dorm TF141, and K0RT4C.

Laswell could be the headmistress, or Vice President

Price would totally be the golden boy dorm leader. He has to make sure that the boys under his jurisdiction stay safe and abide by dorm rules. He totally acts like the father of the group and always gets mistaken for a teacher (although, he does tutor students who fall behind, even if they aren't in his dorm)

Gaz could be the clumsy right-hand man who always has the scoop around campus (Golden retriever boy) always wears a baseball cap or letterman jacket, sometimes both.) He's the little brother of the group, definitely. Not to the point where he is baby, but definitely to the point where the others help him out a bit more and tend to give him advice (whether it's warranted or not) and he totally looks up to Price.

Soap is a study abroad student from Scotland who takes his studies almost as serious as his Rugby. A total Jock, but not the sleazy kind, the kind that takes a drunk girl home and writes her a note explaining what happened while leaving a bucket by her bed and some pedialite on the bedside (because not everyone can drink like him) going with the brother theme, Soap is TOTALLY the older brother, you can't tell me I'm wrong. I totally headcannon that he grew up in a stable household with three younger sisters, so he's just used to being the big brother.

Simon would (obviously) be the Ghostface. The scream movies are really good at keeping you guessing who the killers are, so it really wouldn't be obvious at all. He's buff from sports and the time he spends either at the gym or training in martial arts for his expected military career, of course he still likes dark humor and really bad jokes, and has a penchant for skull themed clothes, going as far as to wear a skull-print balaclava in winter. (Soap has declared himself as Simon's best friend. Simon won't admit it, but it's true.) Keeping up with the brothers theme, Simon is DEFINITELY a middle child. Quiet, reserved, brooding, tries to keep to himself so people tend to overlook him. Middle child all the way in this dorm dynamic. (Though, being a murder isn't exactly his LIFE, more of a hobby to let off steam, so it isn't really the focal point of the AU so much as college shenanigans)

And Roach (Because in my AU roach is alive and well) if the dorm is a family, then Roach is the pet, or the Wine uncle who occasionally shows up at 3 in the morning to steal snacks. Roach is the dorm party animal, always up to trouble, always has a drink, everyone loves him, and he always seems to know everything about everyone on campus. But he's also a feral gremlin who says and does weird things (like taking naps in the ceiling on lunch) all the time, so half the time no one takes him seriously. Odd and feral as he may be, he's still part of the dorm, and everyone treats him as such.

I still have to think about the K0RT4K dormmates and their dynamic, as well as the Ghosts squad, but oh my gosh, let me know if you want any more, and please send asks if you're interested! Though, I'll probably be drabbling more about it anyway, lol

Caught in 4k

Oops! Didn't realize my ask box wasn't actually open. That's fixed now! And yes, anon asks are on! Sorry about that!

OK, needed a fluffy drabble to follow up that sin. More below the cut!

Biblically accurate König headcannons

Tw: Social anxiety (I tried)

OK, ok, hear me out.

Konig is a big, scary colonel, right? With social anxiety? Omg this man.

This lumbering behemoth wall of muscle and intimidation is the type to reherse and plan what he's going to say for at least a minute or two straight before addressing his squad.

He thinks about the tone he should use, his volume, where to put inflections, how his face should move even beneath his mask, what he'll do with his hands when. And when it comes time to finally speak, he delivers his words with his heart nervously pounding in his chest, which causes his words to come out sharper and more agressive than he intends.

Everyone thinks that he's super intimidating, cold, and angry, but he's really just nervous around crowds and speaking in front of them.

Don't get me wrong, he would be more comfortable in front of his squad compared to a group of soldiers he doesn't know. But that's not saying much.

And it doesn't mean that he's "Shy" or fumbles and trips over his words nervously (even if it's a cute thought)

No, he probably actually appears quite calm, confident, and composed. Even when he's panicking internally.

Strategy and combat are easy to Konig, sometimes easier than breathing. But not standing out in a crowd? With his height? Now, that makes his palms sweat just a bit.

It's useful a lot of the time, sure. But it has its disadvantages. König probably prefers to remain in his office, in the gym, or on one of the training courses; where he doesn't have to think about what he's saying and doing, or how he's saying and doing it. He can focus his mind on something else.

OK, I know this is what you suckers want

But if you were König's person? I have a feeling he would cling very subtly to you. A new squad transfers to your base? König hardly ever leaves your side.

A lot of the time, he would make sure to be touching you in some way, too. You're probably shorter than him, so it wouldn't be irregular for him to rest a hand on your shoulder or against your arm. No one would notice if he stood a little too close and your boots were touching or your shoulder brushed against him.

It wouldn't be hard to read his tells once you pick up on them either.

Whenever he's rehersing how he'll say something in his mind, even if he's in the middle of a conversation outwardly, his eyes become focused on one or two spots while having this unfocused look in them, as if he's only half present.

Whenever he's starting to feel overwhelmed or drained in a crowd (whether he will admit to or realize it or not), he'll usually end up with one hand in his pocket, the other reaching for you or drumming on his thigh.

And as soon as it's just the two of you? Well, you best believe all he wants is to recharge. He likes holding you in his arms with your back against his chest. He loves everything about it.

He loves feeling the rise and fall of your chest, hearing your breathing, hearing your voice. He loves looking down at you and watching as you occupy yourself or relax and melt into him. He could hold you forever, you're his personal portable charger. Just the juice he needs after a stressful day. (Or any day, for that matter.)

Or, maybe you aren't the touchy type and don't really like being held? That's ok, he gets it. Really. He's more than content to simply occupy the same room as you. Your voice seems to make all of his worries go away, watching your lips move is utterly entrancing, and he can't help but get lost in your eyes; whether they're looking at him or something doesn't matter.

Long story short, biblically accurate König rules, and we stan the German chaos himbo. Even when he's not a himbo lol

NSFW rambling below the cut

Thinking about cockwarming Ghost.

Thinking about sitting on his lap with your legs draped around the sides of his chair while we works on mission reports or some other mundane thing, your arms wrapped around his torso and clinging to the back of his t-shirt while your head rests on his shoulder, tucked into the crook of his neck, nuzzling gently into the hem of his mask.

Ghost is a man of patience, control, discipline. I don't imagine he would have much difficulty forcing himself to work on his task, even with his cock painfully hard and leaking inside of your tight little hole.

Even so, the way you pulse around him and breathe heavily, desperate for friction, drives him mad. It's getting hard to breathe through his mask, his cock is twitching inside of you, the grip on his pen becoming tighter.

But he won't give in. No. He has work to do, and he'll be damned if he lets pleasure come before work.

So Ghost would just make you sit there patiently, drooling for his cock, shooting you a glare and reaching up to (not so) gently tug on your hair any time you shifted too much or tried to tempt him away from his work.

You're already tempting enough, don't worry.

OK, that's all I have for now lol. Imma head to bed because it's 3 in the morning. Have a good existence!

Gym buddy Simon

(Small chubby fem mc)

Gym buddy Simon. Soap set him up for one of those stupid "find me ___ person" sites as a prank, and he never expected Simon to find someone that he LIKED. And yet, there you were. Sending him a sweet little request, trying to work on your self-confidence. Tiny chubby little thing. Simon is immediately smitten. He knows that he's going to be more of a personal trainer than a gym buddy, but he really doesn't mind. Just means he gets to watch you sweat and work for HIM. And oh, he likes that. He loves it when you sweat, when you whine because something is a bit too heavy, or you can't take much more; he loves watching your muscles work and strain under your soft layer of squish. Honestly? Simon loves that squish. He has to focus on his own workout whenever you do jumping-jacks or anything that makes your little bit of chub bounce. If he does happen to see it, he'll become almost entranced, imagining kneeding at the soft flesh and littering it with kisses and bite marks, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your plush hips and grinding you back against him. Before he realizes it, his mask has a small wet spot from where he was drooling. He's never been so excited to go to the gym. You're such an absent-minded thing, forgetting the most important things sometimes. But, it's ok because Simon always brings his gym bag, which is always loaded with snacks, protein shakes, pre-workout, hair ties, water bottles, and even some extra gym clothes. He's also incredibly accommodating and pays attention to small things. You have better cardio when listening to a certain playlist? He talked to the gym staff about using their speakers. Nervous about people watching you? Well, he's got the perfect little secluded corner for you. Feeling stressed? He's a great listener! On your period? (He figured out your tells pretty easy) he's got Midol and some feminine hygiene products in his bag of tricks, too. Eventually, you run into the rest of the squad at the gym, and he gets possessive! Long story short, this is a need.

Red-light Green-Light (NSFW)

This could go so many ways with any one of the boys (except maybe Konig, I just don't see it with him unless he's bottoming and MC initiates it.) But ok ok, option one: MC is a dedicated military girlfriend with a penchant for twinkly and pretty things, so it's little surprise when she gets one of those curtain lights that have been online for a bit. What IS a surprise is when he comes home and she's asleep with the lights on, slowly shifting through colors at a lazy pace. That's when the idea forms. MC wakes up to pure bliss as her boyfriend lavishes on her cunt, using the flat of his tongue to brush her clit before delicately sucking on the small bud, and then he stops, simply breathing on the slickening folds with an almost sadistic smirk. At first, his rhythm doesn't make sense. He'll eat like a man completely starved for a few seconds, and then completely stop and just stare. It takes you an admittedly long time to realize what he's doing.

He's playing fucking red-light-green-light with you.

When you whine and squirm too much, begging him to do it properly, that ends up with your hands tied to the bedframe, your hips locked in his iron grip. This is a military man, and you are a small civilian. Yeah, you're going to suffer. He brings you to the edge, over, and over, and over, and over until your clit is so sensitive that it hurts and it's beginning to feel like the slightest simulation will make you cum. But, he doesn't care. In fact, he encourages it. As long as he can still play his little game. You don't dare leave the lights on after that.

And, the other way. Now, I see this better with Price or Simon just because of their respective ranks and personalities. MC is in the military, right? You can only have so many approved things. Your new curtain lights, while pretty, are certainly not approved. So, when the higher ranking officer walks into your room to find you sound asleep, lights on and flipping slowly between red and green to match the holiday spirit, something has to be done. You want to keep those pretty lights of yours? Prove it.

He'll make you ride him, hands on your hips to steady you while your hands rest on his shoulders. You look so pretty like this, so brainless, so needy. But he makes sure that you stick with the lights. Stop, and go, stop, and go. You want to keep the lights? Then make him cum, and he'll consider it. You're only allowed to move when the light is green, but it just isn't enough. But you're such a smart cheeky little thing. You pick up the remote and try to set it to just green, but isn't that breaking the rules? Oh, he doesn't like that. He snatches the remote from you easily and flips it back, speeding up the transition. You can't fuck yourself silly on his cock if you're forced to thrust pause thrust over and over, because there's only enough time for you to get in one silly little thrust before the light is red again.

That being said, the light is only red for as long as it is green, so the pace (while definitely slow) certainly isn't bad. It's slow but sensual. You can feel every inch of him inside of you. You can focus on your hands running down his chest, up his neck, cupping his face. You can stare into his eyes in appreciation. You can pull him into a slow, sensual kiss, worming your tongue into his mouth and making him feel all of your adoration. It's not a pace you would normally get for chasing pleasure, but holy fuck is it a different experience. As you get closer, so does he. You can feel it building in the pit of your stomach, feel it in the twitch of his cock.

You end up keeping the lights.

This was supposed to be a short rambling and ended up turning into a mini fic lol. I know the tense shifts, I know it's sloppy lol

Anyway, Simon has a sweetheart who gets kidnapped and gets to meet "Ghost" for the first time.

The first time you meet Ghost, it's supposed to be carefully planned and controlled. After all, Simon was so worried about opening that part of himself up to you. To you, he was Simon. Soft, introverted, sweet, desperately trying to break a cycle of generational trauma. You had never met Ghost.

But, of course, nothing in Simon's life can go according to plan, and when you have people that mean something to you, they become weaknesses. So, when you get kidnapped by a Russian military company with the intel that you were important to Task Force-141? Ghost has already burnt down the world once, you're sure as hell that he would do it again for his love. So, when you meet Ghost, it isn't carefully rehersed and planned like Simon wanted. No.

Instead, you're terrified, bound, and gagged on a cold concrete floor wearing little more than your skivvies as tears stream down your face. Then, out of the blue, gunfire and shouting rings through the halls. Stealth be damned, as soon as their cover is blown, you know that Ghost will fight like a rabbit animal. He barges into your cell, tackling a man against the wall with a knife to his throat and a gun at his head.

Those eyes that had looked at you so softly and tenderly were completely unrecognizable when they were this wide and intense, wild with bloodlust. "Where is the girl?" He spits out in fluent Russian before his eyes catch sight of you.

'BANG'

A single bullet through the soldiers' skull, splattering Ghost with even more viscera and gray matter. Ghost doesn't even seem phased as he holsters his pistol and pulls away, letting the body drop with a sickening thud. He walks brazenly up to you, but pauses as he notices the way you frantically back yourself into the corner, trying desperately to stay away from this monster who had surely come to drag you from one hell to the next.

Then, he crouches down and outstretches a gentle hand to you, letting you come to him. He called your name so sweetly, and that was a voice you recognized. You tried to muffle out his name through the rag shoved into your mouth and tied around your head. That earned a low chuckle, a dangerous one that you hadn't heard before. "Not quite, love. Ghost. Now, let's get you home, eh?"

Ghost. The name echoed in your mind, bouncing around as you tried to remember where you had heard it before. Your eyes flicked over to the corpse splayed in the doorway of your cell, making you nearly vomit in your mouth before looking away. Ghost shifted closer, using the knife still in his hand to cut through the rough ropes binding you. "Bloody hell... idiots didn't even use chains, could have escaped right easy, you could of." Ghost muttered, mostly to himself. The words were terrifying to hear.

He reached to untie your gag next, a chuckle rumbling lowly in his chest as you flinch away. He gives you half a second to compose yourself before he unceremoniously rips the gag off of you and tosses it to the side. Red marks are etched into your cheeks where the gag had dug in, and the sight makes Ghost seeth. "Oh, love..." His words are soft, but his tone is enraged, as if those marks alone could start his new crusade.

"LT!" Blue eyes and a neatly groomed Warhawk pop into the door, stepping casually over the corpse as the new face made his way over to you. "This her, LT?" A thick Scottish accent was present, along with a bit of thinly veiled appreciation. "Off limits Johnny, this is her. This is my girl."

Whenever Simon called you his, it was soft and reverent, as if astonished that he could call someone so precious his. But when Ghost said it? It was commanding, possessive, and left no room for argument. You were his. And that thought was almost scary.

Ghost wasted no more time, scooping you up into his arms and making their way quickly through the facility you had only caught glances of while Ghost and Johnny talked in some military jargon you didn't understand.

That's when you noticed it.

Even though Ghost was holding you so tight and close, even though his touches seemed so rough and careless, even though he was splattered with all sorts of blood and viscera, you had none of it on you. Ghost had been so careful with his touches, with how he held you, determined not to stain and taint your delicate skin with the fuel to his fire, the essence of his soul. And that was quite possibly when you realized that 'Simon' and 'Ghost' were merely two sides of the same coin. And they were both yours as much as you were theirs. his.

About me, I guess! (Masterlist under the cut)

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You meet "Ghost"

Red-light Green-Light (NSFW)

Gym buddy Simon

Cockwarming Ghost (NSFW)

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Biblically Accurate König HC's

College SCREAM AU

Trauma Bond Ghoap

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