Another Husband Ghost Drabble

Husband!Ghost who doesn't let Ghost into the house

He takes the mask off as soon as he enters the door

He's YOUR Simon

Ghost doesn't deserve you

He hides the mask in the back of a drawer while he's home

He never EVER wants you to meet the person Ghost is, you don't deserve that

So when he peeks into your shared bedroom before he leaves for a mission, he's shocked by what he sees

A soft kiss being pressed to the hard shell of the skull and a whisper of "bring my Simon home safe"

He almost breaks when he hears those words

Whispered so soft and sweet to a part of him he thought so unlovable

Simon vows to come home safe to you from then on

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧’ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 chp.1

pairing(s); simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish x fem!reader, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x fem!reader, john ‘bravo six’ price, werewolf!soap, harp crow hybrid!gaz, dragon hybrid!price, wraith!hybrid (?) ghost, phoenix!hybrid (?) reader

summary; new recruits, questions, and a bag of tricks

warning(s); monster au, dark twisted themes, normal cod violence, firearms, knives, combat, pinning (?), poly themes, death, r call sign is flatline, blood consumption, eventual smut, kissin, and language

A/n; my toxic trait is starting a new series before finishing my other ones 😊 | chasin chaos masterlist

“Sergeant Mactavish, Werewolf.” The brunette held his hand out clawed fingers reaching about for the lieutenant who barely spared it a glance before looking back towards his sergeant and captain who smirked or started back at him smugly your presence lacking completely which was uncommon even if you weren’t meeting the eye he could feel your presence today it was gone but he temporarily stopped himself from dawning on it while words spewed from his lips

“Where’d you find this guy?” The gruff voice drizzled over the sassy reply made Gaz bight back a chuckle

“At the end of a rainbow” The harpy replied smartly his arms crossed over his chest feathers lying delicately over the surface of his forearms slightly lighter than the ones on his back where his wings sat it’s trail coming curtly to an end when it reached his the front of his wrist that damned fitted cap resting around his head in its common home ground talons tapping one of the many quills the sound almost sounding if he were thunking a table having his feathers harden on command just for the sake of it a quirk you could say

“Worth his weight in gold mind you” Price offered eyes not looking up from some type of notes he were reading over thick pear and moss mixed green colored horns sitting adorned on his well kept hair curling slightly forward and up Ghost could tell he was wearing an older shirt since there were two holes cut out instead of one for his stray wing that still sat strong spar bones matching the color of his horns and furless tail while the mainsail resembled a more dirty rag cream color

“They said it not me” Soap grinned mock waving off the compliment quirking the damned thick bushy brow of his the only one with a slit slicing right through the point of the arch while the hulking man sighed heavily dragging a hand over his covered face balaclava with a simple print of his actual hard mask a skull

“Fuckin’ hell… you follow orders?” The muffled voice was not a mere obstacle for the hybrid to hear the slight pointed ears on the side of his face doing their job well to listen

“I well trained if that’s what you’re asking. Sit, stay, paw, jump, roll over, I know ‘em all.” The brunette looked off mocking a ponderous expression counting off on his fingers the canines in his mouth slightly showing even though they were retracted

“Real bag of tricks, aren’t you?” The instinct in the sergeant perked up as you suddenly trailed beside ghost surprised that he hadn’t been able to pick up your presence or at least your scent quicker like he had with Ghost especially since they were so… different not having a face to match with your cooled voice since it seemed you also favored a balaclava yours simply plain black yet he didn’t mind just gave him two sheets to play at once…

Raking eyes over your figure the man determined you were a looker for sure yet he didn’t miss how the other silently agreed

“My apologies miss, I dinae get your name” Soap stated a now gentle smile resting on his face that you seemingly ignored accent seeping through a little more and as more time went on the more he could smell the authority coming from you and Ghost it was a little less than Price yet more than Gaz and the other recruits around base

“Depends who you ask. What’s the role you’ve had in your pack?” You questioned eyes low that he could see through the gap in your mask where your sight shone through staring him down almost as if you could see right through his soul yet he kept his quirky grin Mohawk stopping just below the base of his neck a small piece of stray hair lying against his forehead thick fluffy tail perking up slightly swaying against the back of his thighs cargo pants dipping in the back just below his tail

“I’ve been in a few packs could be an alpha, beta, omega if you wanted me to… but I seen you have your roles sorted. I’ve got no problem bein’ ah pup miss” You roll your eyes at that while the brunette winks you swiftly trail away dragging Ghost away with you picking up Price on the way while both men let you drag them along their hulking figure’s towering over your back boots slightly thumping against the floor before your figures disappear within the halls he turns to the crow who’s fiddling with the screen of his phone

“You ever feel left out of somethin’?” Soap questions and Gaz suddenly stands a small smirk on his face as he rakes his eyes over the wolf before shaking his head

“There’s enough for everyone to get their fill, you’ll be next soon enough” Without an explanation the sergeant was already trailing away opposite of where you had gone leaving him alone

But never for too long

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“It’s rude to stare sergeant” Ghost grunted gruffly after jamming his janky locker shut barely giving Soap enough time to look at his shadows slipping from under his glove some looking like it was traveling farther up almost resembling veins while the rest began to make a small cloud on his wrist until he shoved his sleeve over the sight unapologetic about the whole thing barely looking over his shoulder to acknowledge the wolf as he stood behind him

“Just tryin’ ta figure you out, Lt.” He grins tail becoming livelier as it perks up behind his back before it reluctantly lowers still up and lively

“I’m well traveled, seen a lot of things, met a lot of people. Never smelt anythin’ like you… or Flatline for that matter” A slightly clawed finger rests curled on his chin tail gently flapping up and down it had been a little over a week since he was recruited it didn’t take long for him to find out your name or call sign that might have well been your name since no one seemed to know it just by the brief description of eerie, bold eyes, and a mask to cover you face, he got the answer of either Ghost or Flatline

“Hell of a compliment soldier” The blonde resorts almost sarcastically finally looking over his broad shoulder to lock eyes with the brunette and he waves him off finally stepping closer to the skull mask wearing man deciding by his side was the best place to stand and if he noted the smoke trying to spill from his pockets where he had his hands shoved deeply he didn’t say anything about it

“Och, you know I dinnae mean it that way. Can’t blame me for bein’ interested, I never packed with a wraith hybrid before… or a phoenix thought they were bedtime stor-”

“Not hybrids” Ghost cuts off the scott before he can dig any deeper and he furrowed his eyebrows questioning if he had heard right if his ears were failing him or not with a small ‘what’ spilled from his lips

“We’re not hybrids.”

“No shit? What the hell is tha’ like?” Swiftly Simon was in front of him eyes bold yet precise slicing right through him while Johnny’s gaze slightly widened at the quick movement his boots not even so much a squeaking against the ground a bit of the air currents flowing against Soaps slight shorter form

“You ever shut up Mactavish?” He somewhat seethed and the wolf was back to sly grin in less than minute, the grin that showed his canines in the full well kept facial hair adorning his structure even more, the grin the wraith wanted to wipe of his fucking face to be exact.

“Only when people make me.” Soap implied looking up slightly to address his superior with a voice that would make other feverish or peely in his terms that damned drunken grin still on his lips while Ghost practically stared him down eyes slightly squinted thoughts brewing behind those sharp, precise eyes of his that the Scott couldn’t wait to hear of tail swaying behind him with a bit more speed than before but of course his Lt. was a tease and put all his weight on one foot to turn walking out of the locker room without so much a grunt but he liked the chase

And so did superiors

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“It’s an in and out mission that I’m sure you could do on your own, however I don’t need higher ups on my ass about favoritism. You’ll grab a few normals and head Midwest in the states to Chicago. One out of three missiles resigns with one of the biggest weapons busts in America that’s supposedly on its way over to Russia package delivery for a friend of ours… Makarov.” The air in the room shifted at the name drop of a once friend fallen foe even though You and Prices shoulders were up at the mere mention of Russia itsself you had a love hate relationship with meeting room as you got passed a file over things you truly didn’t need to go over things that a rookie could even fill in the blanks for

“This will either be the easiest sail of your life or your standing on the line of death, you all know your first priority even though I know you don’t want to hear it. Push come to shove the normals go first.” The older short cut haired woman looked at You, Price, and Ghost especially Soap noticed it confused him at first the wraith and phoenix at least, two lieutenants in such a small base or at least a small base that wasn’t Air Force but it made sense to him shortly after when he peeked in on occasional training sessions thought out a week You and Ghost switched groups between normals and weaker hybrids both favoring one group more than the other deep down and then at the end of the week bring them together to spar

“Wheels up at 04:00 tomorrow I’m sure you’ll have your picks by then.” Laswell sighed looking around the table for any objections your sitting between Soap and Gaz while Price and Ghost are sitting on the opposite side of the rounded table one of your legs are crossed under your form while the other is propped up you have your arms wrapped around it and your covered chin is lying on your knee and without another word she grabbed her laptop and exited room something about a ball and chain to her desk

The wolf and harpy are first to get up from their seats and the winged hybrid doesn’t go before gently brushing his fingers against your arm migrating towards the exit even though he’s stopped shortly by a shit eating grin and swaying tail conversation quickly taking place between the two

“So, what do you think?” Price hums both him and Simon approaching your seat as you began to stand rolling your shoulders eyes low beneath your mask it was still early in the day only 13:27 you had a training group normals at 14:15 sharp anyone who was a minute late got to run laps around base even if they weren’t hybrids or the ‘superior’ race in the field you couldn’t determine if you were fighting a hybrid or a normal and if you babied them because they were weaker than a super they wouldn’t have a fighting chance against one.

“He asks a lot of questions” Ghost responds curtly while the older man takes no offense to it producing a chuckle from the back of his throat taking out a cigar from his breast pocket in his vest holding out the thick brown lump filled with nicotine out to the blonde who responded by taking out a silver lighter snapping the cover back quickly as it produced a flame its front covered by an ace card with its main attraction being a skull the drug lights aflame a small hissing sound coming from it when the salt and pepper haired hybrid took a drag

“Comes with the package. Wolves don’t like uncertainty in the pack dynamic.”

“He knew you and Gaz before he transferred, didn’t he?” You spoke up squinting your eyes at your captain eyelashes mere meters away from kissing your cheek standing the only way he could get a read on you and Simon he usually says ‘those eyes can tell you everything and nothing all at once, just gotta watch em.’

“Yes, but you’re both hell of a new variable” Price admits before smugly nudging your shoulders with his strong single wing while Ghost crossed his arms over his chest you roll your eyes stepping away from the pair

“Save your verdicts until you see him in action, he’s a vision in the field.”

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Hey… how yall doing 😅

I haven’t posted since October I missed you writers!

Ermm I’m a year older —Nov 8th— happy belated birthday to me

And that’s about it 😭

Jeff the killer, ben drowned and the reader right? Their like really close but do you think they would kill together or create mayhem around the mansion? And who do you think would be the main target for their chaos?

Jeff, BEN and reader being chaotic together

A/n: absolutely I do think they would bring hell together >:) also side note I've been getting so many requests!! I'm really really happy I LOVE writing your guys requests. I'm sorry it's short I'm very overwhelmed with school rn

💥 You three clicked by the first time you entered the mansion

💥 you three got super close very quickly. It's impressive considering that all creeps are super selective to who gets close to them

💥 If slender gives the thumbs up, you all go on a torturing/killing spree. Otherwise you get very few times where you go to missions or killing without purpose together. Part because of schedule problems (you're on a mission and they're not or vice versa) and part because slender doesn't really like your guys together.

💥 You LOVE doing pranks and do it often. The main target varies but the most common is X-virus and Masky.

💥 You all have a HOLE arsenal of prank material, that goes from pillow farts to fake props to other things that are possiblity deadly

💥 You guys like to spike other pastas drinks/foods with Viagra or some shit like that, nothing too heavy tho slender made everyone go clean because the addictions where messing up missions, he just allow cigars, weed and alcohol but that's about it.

💥 You all play lots of games together, COD, Mario Kart, Minecraft, animal crossing, etc.

💥 When you're bored you'll create the mansion in the sims and kill the pastas that you don't really like XD

💥 One time you guys decided to make stove marshmallows. If Slenderman wasn't there the mansion would've burned down

💥 You have a group chat together, the name is either super silly or a slur. You chat in there when one or more of you are away in a mission.

John Price x Reader

Haven’t written in months. Here’s a new piece for a new fandom. Enjoy. Also this is like unfinished.

Content: use of She/her pronouns, angst, near death experience, honestly it’s a rough draft, I’ve never written for the cod fandom, but I felt inspired. Readers call sign is ‘Chaos’

She had never been one to think things through. She just acted, and dealt with the consequences after. The consequence usually being Price ripping her a new one for an hour, while everyone else cleans off from the mission.

So when she makes a terrible decision during their mission, she doesn’t understand why Price looks sad instead of angry. She doesn’t understand why he yells for Gaz to go find the med supplies. She certainly doesn’t understand why he’s stroking her hair instead of giving her latrine duty.

“John?” She finds it hard to speak. But why?

“Shhhh, Chaos, you’re gonna be okay.” His eyes dart around her body. He turns to face Ghost. “Where the fuck is Gaz!” Now he sounds angry, desperate, even.

She’s getting nervous. She tries to pick her head up from the ground, but her neck struggles to support her.

“Stay still, you’re gonna be okay.” He reassures her as he begins to unclip all her gear from her tac vest.

She casts her eyes as far down as they can go, trying to look at her body. For some reason when John takes off her vest, all she can see is blood. Funny, she thinks, I don’t remember getting shot.

Once her vest is off, she feels John pull her sticky shirt up, piling the fabric up under her breasts so he can get a good look at her stomach.

She can tell it’s bad by the way John’s face scrunches up. “Jesus Christ, kid.” He says it mostly to himself.

She tries to speak, but it feels like her vocal cords have been ripped from her throat. Everything pulses with white hot pain, and the last thing she remembers before passing out was the sight of Gaz sprinting over with a med kit.

The next time her eyes open she’s met with a throbbing head and the loudest noise she’s ever heard. She recognizes it immediately as a chopper. Medevac. She thinks to herself. She can feel mostly pain, and she can see John hovering above her. And then her lids get heavy and before she can stop herself she’s falling into a dreamless sleep. A long one.

Fifteen days.

It wasn’t like the movies either. She couldn’t hear a goddamn thing. All the boys had visited her, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost would come together a few days a week.

John would always come alone.

Halfway through the sixteenth day, she woke up. Her body screamed at her, told her to go the fuck back to sleep. She slowly turned her head to the side, and there was John. Sleeping, his boonie hat over his eyes. His arms were crossed over his chest and his legs were stretched out.

She couldn’t speak, her throat was on fire and her mouth felt like sand paper. Instead she saw a jello cup on the table and used all her strength to pick up her arm just enough to reach it. Her arm fell back on the bed, but she had the jello cup. She fixed her fingers as best as she could in her weak state and she lobbed the jello right at John’s chest.

He jolted awake, his hands shooting up to move his hat away from his eyes. “What the fuck?” He muttered, looking up.

“H…hi.” She said, her voice was hoarse and he could barely understand the simple word, but she was awake. She was fucking talking.

“Hi.” He said back, wild eyes taking her in. He moves his chair closer to her bed.

She tried to say something, anything, but violent coughs rip through her body.

“It’s alright, love.” His hand immediately went to her head, stroking her hair until she stopped coughing. Once the fit had died down, John turned to grab the small cup of water that was on the table near her bed.

He placed a gentle hand under her chin, “drink up.” He whispered, helping her tilt her head back.

It was an intimate gesture, especially for them. Sure they flirted, but they had never touched, not like this at least.

“I’m happy you’re here.” She managed to get out after she drank the water. She was looking at him through her eye lashes, her lids drooping.

He shook his head. “No, love.” He took his hand away from her chin.

“What do you mean no?” She whispered.

“I put you here. You should fucking hate me.” His voice was wavering, and his eyes got glossy.

“Don’t tell me how to feel John.” She said sternly. “This was not your fault. It was my own actions that got me here.” She sighed, drawing her lip between her teeth at a sudden burst of pain.

“I don’t blame you.” She said, after a she took a few deep breaths, waiting for the pain to subside.

“You’re too good.” He sighed, taking her hand in his and squeezing it gently.

“Thank you for saving me.” She ignores his previous words, instead changing the conversation.

“I didn’t save you, Gaz did most of the work.” He laced his fingers with hers.

“Yeah but if I didn’t have you to live for I would’ve given up.” She whispers the sentence, but she says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

He feels his cheeks heat up at the comment.

“I’m sorry I made you worry. I’m sorry I made a bad decision.” She looks down to her free hand as it fidgets with the hem of the blanket.

“I’m just happy you’re alive.” He breathes out, not caring about anything else.

“Me too.” She says, her voice dripping with honey.

hey everyone! Its your favourite, never sleeping, anon! Cause I kept rereading my dumbass villain Seablings idea, I wrote something…. ;)

When Evil Seeps From Someone Within.

The waters were a reck for her birth. She rose from the depths cracking out of a large pristine egg and in her arms, she cradle a slightly smaller, damage egg. She proclaimed that she was the Queen of the ocean and those who do not believe her shall face her wrath.

One challenged her, so she gently lagged the egg she held in a small bed of seaweed and brutality murdered the challenger. After that day, no one dared to cross her majesty. They feared her and loved her. They offered gives of jewels and riches, pearls and gems.

The day her brother hatched was almost as magnificent as her birth. She warned the people that since a predictor had hurt him while she was in her weakened state, that they must look past anything that might be wrong with his and act as he was as big and mighty as her.

When she was made be as mighty as him, the creator, she begged for her brother the same. She feared that since she was seen as even more great, they’d harm him. The creator granted him immorality since in their eye, her brother had not proven his worth. She ask “What must he do for him to be of your worth, my creator?” 

No one knows what the answer was, but years later after the creator started to create the great gods of old, her brother was chosen as one. She rejoiced, for now, no one would dare harm her sweet younger brother. But she was wrong.

Many many years later after, a challenger came, as they did every year. But they were not here for her. The challenger called them self the ‘Salmon’ claiming that there were far superior to the ‘Cod’, her brother most favourited creation. For their stupidity and bravery, she created a creation after the challenger but as a weaker, far less superior creation to her brother’s. As if mocking the challenger after their death.

For long they lived and have they many ‘deaths’. Ceremonies were they would ascend back to the land of Gods and from there they watch over and blessed their people. They return after their bodies they used were remade. This went on for centuries. 

A great corruption came upon all the great gods of old. She had grown bored of her regular schedule so she set this on to the world, but kept away from her and her brother. But there was two that just wouldn’t give in. The ‘Goody-two-shoes’. The suck ups. They attempted to stop the corruption but they were far too weak, so she ‘helped’. 

Aeor and Exor had rewarded her and her brother greatly for the help but she ask that they not be mention in their story for ‘fear’ that their people would confused the stories. The Stags agreed and ascended. But tragedy struck as when they tried to go back to the mortal plain they were unable to. Asking the only gods they knew had access to the mortal plain to assign protectors.

She was so glad when they asked this, for she now could gave as much chaos without worry.  So she did as told but slipped a bit of corruption. She did question if this was wrong when her brother hesitated. Scared. But she reassured him that the other child would be the protector, so the corruption wouldn’t get out of hand. She never breaks her promises for her brother.

After many years of this, her brother soon grew bored and tired, scared and lonely. Every child would kill the other, cry until their lungs gave out and then it would repeat. But one caught his eye. A blue hair one. He was beautiful. Her brother knew that if ask she stop his brother from hurting him in anyway but he was afraid. 

He didn’t even know why he was afraid. His sister had fallen in love. So why couldn’t he? The elf in traced him with everything they did. Despite knowing how the story will end, he gave a peace offering in hope to get to know the elf. Tho…his sister said that he was a bit messed up since he had been hurt when he was just in the egg, he never thought that it would ruin something like this.

He had miss spelled ‘pufferfish’. One of his sisters creations. The elf had taken great offence, crushing his heart. He had not wanted to lose the elf. His sister say his sadness and was ready for revenge, ready to sent the elf’s brother to kill the elf, but that cause him to break.

He cried out to her, “No! Please! Sister..sister I love him! I want not anything to happened to him, please!” And she listen, she always listen to everything he said. She forced the elf and his brother’s life to be combined so that the elf’s brother would not harm the elf or else he would be harmed himself. He was eternally happy, tho he knew mortal won’t last. 

He hope for at least a hundred years before he had to say good bye, but his elf was selfless and brave. More brave than the salmon. More brave then the first challenger. brave than himself. An he adored his elf for that but it caused him pain. His swamps grieved with him, fogging over and claiming the lives of all those who weren’t his people.

He grieved for years. He begged and pleaded to his sister to talk with Lady Death. He’d do anything for his elf to be with him again. His sister did beg Lady Death, seeing her brother cry broke her heart more than when her human died. She wanted nothing more than for it to stop.

It took years for Lady Death to even consider her pleading for her brother’s request, but she did. The elf had been one Lady Death cared for as well. She said he reminded her of her child, a mortal child she had lost ing a war. And so she agreed. She brought him back but now as powerful as she could. Even if she was the creators sister, there was only so much she could do.

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Also. The creator? No gender. What the fuck is gender? All they know is she must keep all the other gods from killing each other or he wont have any left.

(also with no context what so ever, should I or should I not kill the main character. This only changes the sequel btw)

the creator is like me frfr. what is gender? LOL

OKAY BUT DUDE THIS IS AWESOME. I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM!!

Little introduction post!

About me :

Hi! You can call me Chaos or Ghost (yes I know it's the name of two reçurent characters in my stories.) I go by she/he/they, but mostly refer to myself with feminine or androgynous adjectives or prounous. I'm AFAB but genderfluid and queer. I'm gen Z and I act like it. I'm Mexican so English isn't my first language

If you don't like the dark things I write about, mostly in Karma's story, they are all noted either with #Book of Karma or #dead dove do not eat. Everything is warned about.

I write about abuse, child trafficking, family issues, manipulation (and anything like it), SA, SH, suicidal ideations, and more things like it, you are warned.

Do's/ yes'

I mostly write fem readers but can try to write masc if they are requested.

I'm fine with a lot of things others aren't fine with so be respectful please. (Both with me and the others)

I write fluff, angst and touch dark themes. (It is not intended to make them good or normalize them but to normalize talking about it and seeing the repercussions trauma can have on people)

You can ask about me, but only things like what I like and what I think

You can request dark stuff but I'll only write it if I feel like it.

You can ask about any character you like, I might just as well know it or want to, so I will look into it. If I feel like it

You can chat with me, just don't be weird.

English isn't my first language so do correct me if I'm wrong

Karma's timeline is wonky so do tell me if you notice a mistake.

Don't's/ No's

Don't ask about personal info (age, real name, etc) if I want to tell you, I will.

Don't be homophobic, racist, or anything like it or you will be blocked.

Don't talk about politics, we're here to enjoy our time.

Don't fetichize the dark stuff I write about, and don't be weird about it.

Don't ask for smut, I won't write it.

Don't feel offended by what I say, either I mean it as a joke or don't realize it's mean or bad. (Do call me out on it if I feel I'm crossing the limits)

Don't ask about personal relationships or anything like it.

Don't try to find out who my friends are or in what grade I am. (When I post about the stupid things I said)

Masterlists :

Cod MW

Cod MW 2 mafia AU

COD MW and Black Widow! Reader

F1

Marvel (Spider verse, MCU, others)

BNHA

Coming soon :

Stupid things my friends said

masterpost

hey guys!

yall can call me syran. he/him. i hyperfocus on tings for fun. currently in college, so any tips are welcome! bc im broke af

talk to me! i love interactions and comments.

currently writing for wakanda forever's namor and cod.

buy me a coffee?

requests are welcome! i write for all genders, but if you don't specify i'll make it gender neutral so everyone can enjoy.

here's my writings :P

namor/k'uk'ulkan

series

birds of a feather ; feathered touch ; serenades of sea

tagged under birds of a feather

one shots

spoonful of sugar [after many years on the surface, your body fails you for the first time in forever. you get sick. k’uk’ulkan isn’t happy. and neither are his generals when they have to drag their king back to his duties.]

bottled words [soulmate au! k’uk’ulkan’s skin remains without a name for 400 years. buried beneath the pride of a king. el sin amor in the vast ocean. until black ink imbeds itself into his skin. it strips him until he is but a man with a broken heart and a will to find the missing fragment of his soul.]

westside [soulmate au! k'uk'ulkan finds solace. he finds home. he finds the warmth he's been craving since the passing of his mother. he finds you.]

new tides [as the moon rises, so does the strange behavior of k'uk'ulkan.]

headcanons

relationship headcanons

when you’re sick headcanons

cod

oneshots

inure [ (v.) to become immune to unpleasant events or situations. something haunts ghost. but it isn't as unpleasant as much as he thought it would be.]

series

i.) he knows me [the crew slowly realize that their newest member wasn't just haunted by the deaths they've seen.]

ii.) the beast with many names [the aftermath of near death leaves the team shaken. and simon? he's terrified to find out what exactly lurks behind the curtain of shadows you hide yourself in.]

iii.) euclid [the past. the present. and them.]

venom au!

series

rain down on me [a solo mission gone wrong, you found yourself on the verge of death when something otherworldly unearths itself.]

monster au!

headcanons

monster!simon

streamer au!

headcanons

part I ; part II ;

blurb/asks

animal crossing chaos ; sub/dono alerts ; shipping you with ghost ; shipping you with soap/jealousy ; content creator house chaos

tagged under streamer au

The Devil Wears Metal please! 😍

Oooh thank you for the ask! I will share a long snippet of this fic, I laughed a lot writing this particular part, and apart of the title of the fic, you can guess what movie I am recreating XD The Devil wears Metal - Snippet

“Hi, I have an appointment with Billy Hargrove”. The blue-eyed, blonde guy at the desk gave him a look from head to toe. Then shook his head. “Human resources has an odd sense of humor,” he said. He was wearing thigh black leather pants with a chain on the side, an oversized short levees shirt opened on a fishnet crop top, and military boots. He pushed the office door with big silver rings at all fingers, and he kept giggling. “Follow me,” said Billy with a gesture. They entered a large open space with a lot of lights and little corners with sofas and chairs, plants, and guitars with weird shapes, signed pictures and golden vinyls on the walls. “I was Eddie’s second assistant,” Billy said again “but his first assistant recently got promoted, so now I am the first”. “Ok, so you’re replacing yourself,” answered Steve, amazed by the big place and the view.  “Of course. We need someone who can survive here. Eddie fired the last two in a few weeks”. “I understand. Who’s Eddie?” Billy stopped and smirked looking at him in the face. “I will pretend you didn’t ask me this. Eddie is the chief producer of Upside-Down Records. Not to mention a legend. You work for him for a year, and will have all the opportunities you want”. Steve nodded. “It sounds like a great opportunity. I’d love to be considered”. Billy giggled again. “Steven, Upside-Down Records it’s a metal label, so interest in metal is crucial”. “What makes you think I’m not interested in metal?” Billy opened his mouth to answer, but in that moment they saw a little chaos from the hallways, through the glass doors, as people reunited to chat or at the coffee machines started to run around like chickens, trying to look very busy.. “He’s already here?” hissed Billy to a guy that passed them in a hurry. “Yes, apparently his trainer canceled,”  he answered,running away. “Shit!” Billy ran to the door, opening it for a tall, skinny and almost completely covered by a black leather trench guy.  “It’s really so difficult to find a reliable professional in this city?” said the guy shaking his long wavy hair. “Tell Dustin that I’m not going to approve that demo with that cow bells; I asked for a clear, light sound, he gave me some sad country music; Rsvp yes to the Carver party, I want the driver to drop me there at 9.30 and then be ready at 3.00 when we will go downtown clubbing. Then call my wife, send her the red dress I just saw from the car at Gucci’s and ask her to meet me for dinner at that place she went last week. Call Jonathan and tell him no, I don’t want another busty, naked lady for the cover, is it really so difficult to find a good looking, toned and not tanned male biker? I am reaching for the star here? No, I don’t think so. Also, I need to see those things Dusting is putting together for the second Ozzy tribute cover try. Who’s that?” Steve was there, mouth opened like a cod, shaking for the river of words from the man in black. Now he was staring at him with dark brown velvet eyes, and a stunned expression. “He is… well, nothing, Human resource surely messed around again… I was, like, pre interviewing him for the position, but he is totally hopeless and…” “Clearly I have to do it myself, the last two you sent me were a complete disaster. Send him in. That’s all”. The man crossed his office’s door, and Billy looked intensely at Steve.  “He wants to see you,” said Billy, pushing him towards the office, but at the last moment he grabbed his backpack and threw it behind his desk. “Don’t show him that ugly thing”.

Bake Room in Your Heart for Me? Chapter 2

【 Fandom: Call of Duty 【 Main Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish 【 Rating: M for Mature 【 Trigger Warnings: -

Summary:

When Simon first interviewed for The Great British Baking Show, he hadn’t expected anything to come of it. He certainly didn't expect to win. Despite the chaos it brought to his life, he couldn't really complain. It landed him the best job he could ask for and a close circle of friends who actually seemed to enjoy his company. It also led him to his biggest fan, one John MacTavish, who's determined to win him over one baked good at a time.---Or, The baking AU that no one asked for.

← Chapter 1 】 ⦿ Chapter 2 ⦿ 【 Chapter 3 →

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【 Chapter Specific Warnings: - 【 Notes: Un-beta'd, as always. Still not entirely sure where I want to take this but I hope you all have fun on the ride!

Bake Room in Your Heart for Me? Masterlist ⦿ CoD Library ⦿ Hayden Isaacs Library

🍰 Chapter 2

Simon was carefully folding his macaron mixture when he heard the commotion out front. Cafe 141 was made up of a lively crew, almost all of them veterans that could more than handle a disgruntled civilian, so he paid the ruckus little mind. It wasn't until he heard Rudy's voice joining the shouting that he looked up from his batter. Rudy and Alejandro were his two baking assistants, with Rudy being the more level-headed of the two, so if he was fired up about something...

Simon sighed and eyed his macaron mixture carefully, taking in the consistency of the pale blue batter (Price said black macarons would scare off their customers, so the SAS' pompadour blue seemed like a fitting choice). It was at the perfect consistency, ready for piping, and he didn't want to risk ruining a perfectly good batch of macarons just because some civvie thought they could get smart with the staff. Confident that his coworkers could handle themselves for a few moments longer, Simon gingerly scooped his mixture into his prepared piping bags, quickly tying them off so that the batter wouldn't dry out while he tended to... whatever was going on. Straightening to his full height, Simon rolled his shoulders back, made sure his surgical mask was in place and secured, and made his way across the kitchen and out the doors.

He had expected to see a Karen or Ken up in arms about some minor inconvenience, shouting obscenities, poking fingers, making threats, or perhaps attempting to destroy their merchandise (again). What he did not expect was for Gaz to have a random man pinned to the ground with Rudy's assistance , his knuckles vigorously giving their victim's head a noogie while Rudolpho cackled and shouted good-natured abuse. The pinned man was struggling valiantly, but he couldn't shake two of Cafe 141's finest staff. Instead, he resorted to shouting angrily, though Simon couldn't understand a lick of it. He stared, unimpressed by the childish antics, but silently relieved that it wasn't anything major, as the man thrashed and cursed at the pair in a way that only a tried-and-true friend could. It was fortunate that it was a slow day, the cafe entirely empty, lest he have to field questions from concerned customers. (Again.)

Through the chaos, Simon was finally able to make out a disgruntled "Gerroff me, you bawbags!" and some of the pieces started clicking into place. Gaz and Rudy's victim was Scottish, violently so if the strength of his accent was anything to go by. Leaning his hip against the counter and crossing his arms, Simon just couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire with some of his own heckling.

"Let's try that again in proper English."

Both Gaz and Rudy's heads whipped around at his dry baritone, Rudy's face flushing in embarrassment as he scrambled off of the Scottish man, while Gaz merely smirked as he pressed the man's head into the tiled flooring, muffling the renewed shouting. "Hey, Ghost!" He greeted, apparently unfazed that he was smooshing a potential customer's face into the less-than-sanitary ground of the cafe.

"Garrick," Simon returned, raising a brow in an unspoken question as to what was actually going on, ignoring the wheezing sounds as the Scot fought to catch his breath with Rudy now off of him.

"An old friend of mine finally deigned to grace us with his presence," Gaz explained, pinching at the other man's cheeks one last time before finally letting up on his head and leaning on his lower back instead. "This is Soap, my absentee best friend with an arson problem."

The Scottish man, "Soap", apparently, immediately seemed to take offense to Gaz's ribbing. "It was just the one time an' there wasnae any property damage," he scowled, prompting an amused snort from Simon.

Largely free from Gaz's grasp, Soap turned his head towards the noise, his eyes sweeping up Simon's torso from where it showed from behind the counter, all the way up to his face. Bright blue eyes met Simon's own dark brown ones, Soap's mouth sliding open as his gaze darted all over Simon's face. Simon met the stare head-on, his walls sliding up at the open gawking. A military career like his garnered more than his fair share of scars, so he was used to the staring, but people tended to at least try to be a bit more discrete. His face mask hid the worst of them, but he knew that there were countless others still exposed. Simon stiffened as the silence stretched for one moment, then two, his anxiety building with each passing minute. This was one of the reasons why he hated being out in the front of the shop. People were always staring for one reason or another and Simon just wanted to just bake and exist in peace. He was just about ready to make a tactical retreat back to the kitchen, ego be damned, and leave Gaz and Rudy to their friend.

It was only when Rudy cleared his throat awkwardly that Soap shut his mouth, teeth connecting with a firm click as a ruddy flush exploded across his tanned cheeks. His eyes met Simon's again, though they still seemed to have a weird haze to them that had Simon a bit suspicious , maybe even slightly concerned. When Soap opened his mouth, Simon expected a question, maybe an apology, or at least some sort of belated introduction.

That is not what he received.

"Do you knead a bakin' partner? Because I promise I could fire up your oven like no other."

Simon stared.

Rudy stared.

Gaz stared.

Soap froze.

Simon spun on his heel, making a hasty retreat (he didn't run away , fuck you very much) and pointedly ignored Gaz's sputtering laughter, Rudy's long-suffering groan, and the thunk of Soap's head as he repeatedly hit it against the sticky floor.

Heaven "Satan" St. John

An introduction to my CoD MW2 OC. TW for Violence typical to the CoD franchise.

Irish

Child of a cult leader

One older brother, Michael, and two younger sisters, Faith and Eva

Michael escaped the cult first, leaving all his siblings behind

Their father believes his son being a heretic "infected" Heaven with demonic ideals

Heaven escaped the cult at 16 after being nearly tortured to death

Queer

Religious trauma (obviously)

Can growl & hiss like an animal, defense mechanism from their childhood

Joined the military young by lying about their age

Violently beat a fascist to the brink of death because he reminded them too much of their father

Had the best time of their life as a cadet in the Royal Air Force

Had the chance to finally feel normal and make friends

Callsign "Angel"

Met a black girl named Gloria "Wrecker" McIntosh, fell in love with her

Became a RAF officer

Eventually achieved rank of squadron leader due to being an excellent helicopter pilot and drone operator

Loves flying bc all their big problems seem so small from up high

Arrogant enough to call the helicopter on their first big mission "The Baron"

Caught special forces recruiters' eye for being able to potentially resist enemy torture very well

Received "special interrogation" training

Shot down while on patrol in a war zone and pulled themselves out of the burning wreck, only survivor of the incident

Barely made it and had to undergo 2 years of physical and psychological therapy

Covers the massive burn scar on their face with a mask

The right side of their body in general is extremely scarred from the crash

Captain Price was present when they first woke up from surgery, but they didn't recognize him

Captain Price continues to make sure Heaven stays in the military

Once they're allowed to be active again, they get recruited to SAS and change their callsign to "Satan"

The co-pilot that died in the crash was Gloria

Kept a pair of Gloria's dog tags as well as a few (stolen) sweaters

Price's immediate reaction to seeing Heaven again is "Oh no, not another one with a mask..."

Is present during the events of MW, helps get Gaz and Price around and is assisted by Nikolai

Eventually gets put on Task Force 141 after the events of CoD MW

Immediately befriends Soap

Soap and Satan talk in extra thick Scottish and Irish accents when around each other

"Speak fuckin' English!"

Satan's cocky attitude slowly but surely is wearing Ghost's patience thin...

Audio books + stress cleaning = post-mission coping mechanism

Secretly loves eastern European music, but will never admit it

Learned to speak Polish for a mission

Fluent in Gaelic

Despite listening to a lot of heavy metal, their favorite song is "Somewhere Over The Rainbow"

Gets anxious letting anyone besides themselves pilot an aircraft

Insists that they hate chocolate (lie)

Actually hates any other candy

Doesn't celebrate any holidays and volunteers for shifts on said days, but Price, Gaz and Soap still gift them stuff for Christmas

The only way they're able to seem to be as unfazed as they do, is bc they're completely disconnected from reality on missions (helps keep the PTSD in check)

When TF 141 meets KorTac, Satan befriends Gromsko almost as quickly as they befriended Soap

Polish swearing can be heard throughout the base at all hours

König has a staring problem and thinks nobody notices

Ghost notices and chaos ensues (aka Test The Limits)

TW for more shit Heaven went through:

beaten as a child up until they were 16

nearly drowned during baptism in order to be "reborn"

forcefully exorcised at 14, burned with battery acid in the process

had a large cross carved into their back to "drive out the devil"

caged in with a hungry dog

starved

sleep deprivation, forced to stay up for days reciting prayer

held hostage at gunpoint during a mission

survived a nearly fatal helicopter crash, cracked multiple ribs, a triple fractured right leg, broken collar bone, two broken fingers on the right and three broken on the left hand, broken left wrist, severe concussion, 2nd degree burns on the right side and back of their body and face

Harsh Words - Pt 1

A silly drabble I wrote based on something my friend said

Part 2 here

Part 3 here

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Ghost had hated you for as long as you could remember. He had ignored you since the very day you joined the Taskforce, only speaking with you to give a snippy remark or harsh criticism.

Severe words exchanged in a short time frame are usually how your interactions went. Anger swelled in your chest with each:

"Shit shot you are."

and

"Get your head in the game."

Yeah, as if you could focus with his snarky comments in your ear every ten seconds.

And yet you hold your tongue because the smug bastard is a higher rank than you.

But one day, when you come back from a mission, unconscious and bleeding profusely on a gurney, things change.

Blinking away the sleep dust from your eyes, a hoarse groan escapes from your throat. Your whole body aches, and light just feels too bright.

It only takes a short time for a nurse to realise you are awake. She fusses around you, propping up your pillow and making sure you're comfortable before checking your IV and stitches.

"You've had a very consistent visitor over the past week," the nurse says, a soft southern accent coating her words.

"Really...?" Just speaking hurts at this point, but that was expected. Especially with the bullet you caught in the side having punctured a lung, and that's just without considering all the other injuries.

"Yeah, darlin'." She smiles widely. "A tall guy with this scary mask. Funny lookin' thing he is."

Your eyes widen, and a wave of disbelief washes over you. Really? Him?!

"He went to the bathroom, but I'm sure he'll be back soon-" the nurse starts to say but is cut off by the door creaking open.

Ghost shoulders the door open enough for him to enter and backs in, cradling a mug of coffee in his large hands. The man turns around, and his eyes are wide as saucers when he realises you are awake.

"How are you?" He queries, almost scrambling to sit in the white plastic chair that his body dwarfs in size.

It's the most civil this he's said to you in- what? 3 years?

Why change now?

FHCD #43

Ezra plays call of duty and animal crossing. Both. William just watched them play it. Mikah constantly plays animal crossing 6 am theme when Ezra is playing cod.

the three of them sometimes stream together and it’s complete chaos.

(I wanna make a ezrailliam fic of this so bad)

affochoco headcanons <3

[will use he/they for dhoco and he/she/moon/star/it for affo]

affogato ADORES dhoco when hes being grumpy, its very cute to him

they were the cacao kingdom equivalent of highschool sweethearts

cuz of dhoco leaving the COD, affo tries to be with them in secret for their safety

dhoco always thought she was quite interesting

cuz affo didnt have a place to belong, dhoco tried to help moon feel comfortable in the dark cacao kingdom

all their kids r agents of chaos

affo has a very dorky laugh but rarely shows it unless ur dhoco

dhoco has hidden affo under their cloak before, star likes hiding under it

affo would commonly get teased for its slit eyes but dhoco thought they looked really pretty [insert mary on a cross lyric here]

affo is not fond of caramel arrow but tolerates her slightly cuz black raisin is dating her [moons trying his best]

affo and dhoco both hate being touched so they tend to wrap themselves in blankets to cope

dhoco def wasnt pleased w affo for the shit he’s doing but he loves the idiot so

Day 23 Jody the Explorer

But Diego, where's the fucking map!

I had a very restless night, anxious about both driving and kayaking in open waters. I got up at 5.15am to organise myself and psych myself up for the day's events. I forgot it would be dark at 6.15am when I had to leave for Praia de Albandeira to meet Filipe Tidy for my kayak tour to Benagil Caves. So several degrees of difficulty, a manual car, driving on the other side, it's dark, I don't know where I'm going (fingers crossed Siri works)...So, I got out of the "gates" and about 1km in Siri says "make a u-turn at the roundabout". WTF, what does that mean? I had made a wrong turn and here, there's so many one way streets, and some of them are very narrow (I had to put my side mirrors in), one wrong turn can cost several minutes and Filipe told me not to be late!

As I got further I built up my confidence. Re-connecting with manual driving was the simpler bit, remembering which side of the road to be on all the time was quite another experience. I had a 30 minute drive and was told yesterday to be careful as there was a dirt track down to the beach. I realised for two reasons why 7am was the best time slot to have chosen. Firstly, less people on the road, as it was really single vehicle only, and also as you'll see in the photos, apart from my little group of three plus the guide, there were only a handful of other tourists at the cave and they left, so my photos had no-one interrupting the awesomeness of the caves. Last year in summer, the government shut the caves to kayaking as people were injured from the chaos and probably their stupidity.

The ocean was so calm and being in a double with Felipe was even better. It was a bit cool to begin with, but warmed a little as the two hours continued. It was such an incredible experience, the only thing that could have made it better would have been seeing dolphins nearby, which is possible.

So, now that I had wheels and my mojo and it was only 9.15am I needed a plan. First to Porches Pottery for coffee and to browse the pottery. The cafe wasn't open and the pottery was not my taste, but I used the car and their bathroom to do a quick change. I then did a quick google for the best coffee and cake in Porches, which led me to Café Aurora. The owner had no fresh homemade cakes, but the coffee was ok. Her and her son couldn't recommend any decent pottery. It was a neat café and the son said they have their crowd of locals who visit and I saw a few of them dribble in while I was there. The son recommended a visit to Armação de Pêra, another beach side village. Again I googled best coffee and cakes and ended up at O Rei das Bolas de Berlim. Crap coffee (made with UHT as is frequent in the local pastelerias) and an ok pastel de nata and a custard donut! The beachfront area was lovely to walk along, but Praia da Rocha and surrounds is much better. I jumped back in the car and headed to Silves to look at what I might have missed yesterday. This time I chose to avoid highways as well as tolls, and ended up on some single lane only, back country roads wandering statistically what the riskiest proposition is!

Silves was pretty warm like yesterday and the mercado wasn't fully operating, some of the stores were closed and I was getting hungry. The son from the Porches café mentioned that Café Inglês was good. He did say on the weekend for music. I had one of the specials, creamy cheese bacalhau (cod)! As much as Mum's tuna mornay was ok as a kid I thought the world may have progressed since those days in the 1970s and 80s. It was ok, but a bit pricey at €14.

Back in the car at 3.05pm to try and grab my race bib for Thursday's run from Tourist Information, get to the gym, grab some items for the Seven Hanging Valleys hike tomorrow with Rosie, shower and to happy hour drinks at the Moonlight Bar by 5pm. I almost made it by 6pm! So here's the reference to "where's the fucking map". En route home my iphone decides to overheat and nothing works until it cools down! Nowhere to pull over so I just follow the signs and luckily it comes back on before I hit the hectic traffic in Portimão. At one point the police were behind me, then an ambulance with sirens was trying to get around me going up a tiny one way street. I aborted the Tourist Information, concentrated hard to get home and had to make a cup of tumeric tea to calm down.

I was looking forward to the Moonlight Bar expat happy hour drinks on Tuesday night, but it was not really pumping. I met Jim Young, who tells me he is an independent music producer from the UK. He rattles off some names I haven't heard of until he mentions Sting and Simon Cowell and assisting one of the Britain's Got Talent contestants win. He and his wife Sue are a lovely couple who spend a lot of their retirement in their campervan in Portugal.

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