The Most Humane Monsters

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Yandere!Mold Ethan Winters x GN!reader

Summery: Childhood friends of Ethan Winters you watch as the blond man grow into a fine adult, someone caring and devoid of any malicious capabilities. As time grows you soon realize that you love the adorably dumb man, Ethan was everything in your eyes. So when he marries another person by the name of Mia it tore you to pieces, especially when you come to learn her true nature. Cruel, manipulative, and cold, safe to say you hated her in every way. Regardless, Ethan loved her whole heartedly and you did your best to support him. One day Mia goes missing from her "babysitting job", days turn to week, and week to months, Ethan was a wreck from the anxiety. And despite all feelings for Mia and for Ethan you buried them alive, stepping in as the supportive friend Ethan always knew you as. Apparently that was not enough as without any notice Ethan was gone, out on an adventure to save his wife. This left you alone with no idea of what happened to the man you loved, left alone for weeks and months. Just you and your thoughts.

That is until Ethan returned, changed by the experiences in more than just emotional trauma.

Tags: Heavy Angst, some fluffy moments, yandere themes (lighter side), Ethan being turned into a mostly mindless mold monster, character violence, mentions of abuse, jealously, mentions of depression and eating disorder, slow-ish burn, friends to lovers (?)

Please don't like my posts, if you like and want to support me as a writer do not like. Instead reblog, comment, or just leave a nice message in my inbox. Likes are discouraging writers from writing; there is more info for people who are interested here.

So much time passed ever since Ethan ghosted you, you just hoped he was happier now. Slowly you started to move on, eating again. Going to therapy, seeking help and bringing the colour back to your life. It wasn't easy by any means, certainly not cheep either. Damn American healthcare. But for once in your life things were just okay, to most that wouldn't even be close to a quality of life but for you it was improvement. The best type of improvement where things were just good enough for you not to be in constant misery. It surprised you, but you were indeed moving on. You even started to date again, met a few people that were nice but it wasn't the same as Ethan.

It would never be the same.

Obviously things were still pretty difficult but you did the only thing you could do, take it a moment at a time. After a lot of thinking you planed to move, maybe a fresh start will finally stop reminding you of Ethan. You weren't just planning to move state but country, somewhere you can just wipe all those little shops that reminded you of your past away. All the bars with his favourite beer, or the nerdy comic book shops, gone.

You took a deep breath in, you were going to be alright. You already found a new place across the borders thanks to a friend and now you just needed to pack and pull out your emergency funds, you'll figure out work when you get there. Let the wind pull you were you need to go, maybe your friend across the border would advise you somewhere. Either way you were still pretty young and you could do it, the business maybe being the thing to finally stopping all your thoughts of Ethan. It was a dark night as heavy rain fell against your window, it sounded like it was trying to break the glass. Looking at the weather report it said there was an atmospheric river, a.k.a a few days of heavy rain. You didn't mind, it would give you time to re-write you resume, you last boss gave you a really nice reference and you intended to use that to its full extent. Prepare to write your application to the new house you were going to move to, start to organize all the things you need to pack, budget. You stretched before sitting down at your computer and started typing, calm music in the background to help you focus. Maybe a few hours passed before thunder struck in the distance, lights flickered before it all turned off. You screamed as all your progress has been lost, maybe if the gods were merciful enough your program auto-saved not too long ago. Either way your power was completely out, maybe this was just a message for your work to be finished today. It was already 7:30 pm and you haven't even eaten dinner yet, standing you fumbled in the pitch darkness for your flashlight. Finally finding it only to discover its dead batteries, cursing you pulled open a drawer with pillar candles. These would have to do, lighting them it was enough. Collecting them you started placing them around the kitchen area and one by one you lit them with the one in your hand. In a strange way this made you happy, a little romantic moment for yourself. Maybe you could make a nice fancy soup, some fresh bread, then take a warm long bubble bath and go to sleep at ease.

Self care.

You hummed at the idea as another strike of thunder echoed in the distance, you were glad you were inside. As much as you loved the rain if you were to go out there right now you would be soaked to your bone marrow in the icy needles down pour, anyone out there for more than a few minutes could get hyperthermia. Its late fall almost winter at this point, nights got close to -1 C often hovering around 0 C- 5 C. Disregarding your thoughts you started with your soup, chopping onions, carrots, celery and other veggies, pan frying meats before adding them to the broth you made. Humming a small tune as you moved back and forth in your warm house, peacefully oblivious to the person who opened your front door. Despite it being locked they knew exactly where you kept your spare, quietly they walked the halls with their muddy boots still on. Silently down towards the living room before turning to the dining room with the open kitchen. The figure stood behind you at a distance, just silently watching you as you hummed and cooked.

The tasteful aroma filling the house, gods was he hungry. When was the last time he eaten? Slept? Done anything aside from walk?

He was just glad he was home again.

You felt a draft suddenly wash over you, was the house always this cold? You turned curious before screaming and dropping your wooden spoon, there was a figure of what looked like a man in the darken dinning room. Just standing there, staring. Looking down the hall you saw your front door open, the dark blue outside with inky black drops pouring from the sky. Muddy foot prints trekked by this 'guest', like there was any suspicion that it wasn't the figure who made them. How did they get in though, you lock your door, you always locked your door! Looking at this figure you couldn't see them clearly with the low light, but they were dirty, very dirty. Covered in what looks to be a black mud? It coated their clothes and body, hands completely black and continuing up to their elbows were it slowly transitioned back to pale white skin. They looked like a ghost with how pale they were, a ghost with a black gradient of mud. They were wearing kaki office pants and mud covered boots, but strangely a brown mud. What once was a white shirt with the same mix of brown and black mud, you eyes trailed back to the figures hand to see a single key in it.

Oh, that's how they got in.

You were completely frozen in fear, they found your spare key?

The figure didn't move either, just standing and staring at you. What did they want, why were they here, how did they know where you kept you spare key? A flash of lightning illuminates the room for a split second and it gave you enough time to see the stranger's face, Ethan Winters.

Audibly you gasp before moving slightly closer, "Ethan?"

There was no response as he stood there, "Is that you, you're freaking me out!"

Slowly Ethan walked towards you and you felt your heart leap in your chest, something was wrong, clearly wrong. The man looks like he's been through hell and back, dirty, grimy, hair a mess and clothes beyond ruined. What the hell happened to your old friend- ex friend.

Slowly he walked until he was in front of you and all you could do is stare into his face, towering over you never before have you felt threatened by Ethan but now you were. Gods were you scared, has Ethan lost his mind, was he here for revenge or something? The dim candle light finally caught onto his face you could see the calm almost solemn expression, a type that you figured originated from a sort of relived exhaustion. You watched as Ethan slowly reached between you arms to turn off the stove before leaning down to embrace you, you still felt so paralyzed and yet still you eased into it. All those years of working on your feelings breaking through to the front again, seeing Ethan clearly in some form of distress just opened the flood gate.

Against his chest you could smell almost a mildew scent, that along with the one that comes from having clothes in storage for too long. Underneath that you could barely smell that warm musky scent that you loved so much, buried under what hell Ethan had to live through.

Slowly you pushed away from his embrace to look up at Ethan, "What happened to you Ethan?"

You were met with more silence, peeking between his arm you saw the door was still open and letting in the cold air. You went to squeeze out of his embrace to close it went he suddenly tightened his arms again, you let out a surprised squawk not expecting such an action. "Ethan, I need to close the door." You voice was quiet as if not to scare him.

Almost reluctantly Ethan let go and you made you way down the hall, closing and locking the door. You turn around to see Ethan looming right behind you which causes you to yelp in fright again, how many times was he going to jumpscare you? "Jesus, personal space."

He didn't reply again, something was seriously wrong with Ethan. It was like he was confused and in auto pilot, following you around like a lost dog. You looked down at his hand and still saw Ethan was holding the key, "Here, why don't you give that to me?"

You reach for the key as Ethan followed you with his eyes, still gripping it you carefully open his fingers to take it before setting it on a table in the mudroom. Ethan's hand instinctively grabs onto yours as the only thing he was holding into was taken away, that same black mud now coating your hands.

"You must be freezing, I think I have some spare clothes for you to wear. Maybe you can take a hot shower to warm yourself up first, get that dirt off of you at the same time." You were met with that same soft blank stare as Ethan continued to look through your eyes, it was slightly unnerving.

"Take off your shoes, I can help you with finding some clothes first." The tall man obeyed, still dripping wet you pulled him down the hall towards your bathroom. You lead him inside before holding your hand out signaling to 'wait here' before opening your drawers to find some spare sweat pants and an oversized shirt, only then did you noticed that black substance on your hand. It was strangely warm, like if you were touching someone's skin. You walked back to the washroom, past Ethan and to the sink where you turn on the water, Ethan slowly walked over to continue to loom behind you.

"What is this stuff anyways?"

No reply.

"It's weird and sticky, warm too."

Ethan still made no move besides looking down at you, you caught his stare through the mirror and felt a shiver ripple down your spine. "You should probably wash that gunk off too."

More echoing silence pierced the air between you two, Ethan was clearly not functional at the moment and you needed to help him through whatever happened. You took his hand and put it under the warm water, scrubbing it with your own trying to get as much as that substance off. It was surprisingly difficult, yours came off easier than Ethan's though. You suppose it was because it was on him longer, Ethan didn't seem bothered at all and was still trying to hold you as you scrubbed. Eventually it seemed like his hands were clean but they were still pitch black, the only way you knew they were 'clean' was by the fact you no longer could feel that weird texture of the mud.

"I guess that's good enough for now, why don't you take that shower now. You must be freezing." Tender eyes stared down at you before Ethan nodded, he was cold. So cold.

You turned on the water before leaving the room to find him clothes again, meanwhile Ethan couldn't help but feel anxious at your leave. He wanted to open the door and find you, Ethan really hated the idea of being alone again. He doesn't remember much but what he does remember was the feeling of being so lonely and scared, lonely and scared for too long. Somewhere cold, damp, dark. Gunshots and screams. Black mold.

Ethan opened the door and walked towards the other that was half opened, pushing the door open annouced his presence as the hinges screamed in a long winded protest. You turned with a oversized band tee in your hands, confused. "Ethan, what are you doing?"

"Is the water too hot or something?"

You were met with more silence as the man slowly walked towards you again, embracing you and keeping you against his chest.

"Ethan, I know your cold, I can feel you shivering. Go take a shower, you'll feel much better after." The man still didn't move.

"Come on, I can help you get the water right." That seemed to do the trick as Ethan released you, leading back towards the washroom.

The water was still running, fogging up the mirror and area. You put you hand under to find it perfectly warm, maybe a little on the cooler side if anything. "The water is nice, I don't see anything wrong with it."

Still Ethan just stared at you, "Go on, feel."

You urge the man, he squeezes himself past you to put his arm under and doesn't react much to it. Backing away you start to leave but get caught by Ethan again, eyes telling you something you couldn't quiet understand.

"What, I'm leaving so you can shower." Voice smooth and small as if not to startle him, Ethan shook his head to your answer.

"You don't want to shower?" Ethan shook his head again.

"No, do you not want me to leave then?" He nodded.

A part of you wanted to protest, this was all so strange but it was apparent the man was traumatized. Leaving him alone would probably only cause more unesscary anxiety, setting aside your own feelings you turned your back and faced the wall. "Okay, I'm looking away so you can undress."

The sound of rustling clothes filled the air as you focused on it, you stood still against the wall trying your best not to see anything. The water's sound became slightly quieter as Ethan stood under the water, you could hear a sign of relief. Moving away you sat down on the sink and allowed Ethan to take his time cleaning, enjoy the warm water and not worry about anything else.

"The clean clothes are on top of the toilet with a towel, I can take your dirty clothes after.". Much to your surprise, Ethan hummed in response acknowledging you, a little progress.

Whenever Ethan found you got too silent for his liking he would poke his head out to check you were still there, and every time you would give him a comforting smile. It didn't take long for Ethan to get clean, taking all the black gunk off of his hair and skin leaving hind stains in his skin. At least his soft blond hair was back, Ethan did feel much better now warmed up.

When you saw his pale leg come out of the shower you quickly turned to face the wall, Ethan could've least given you a warning. You don't understand why he decided to step out of the shower to dry and get dressed, but at this point you were not going to question him.

"Are you hungry?" You asked still facing away from the man.

"I still have the soup I made, its probably still warm." Ethan snaked his arms around you and rested his face on your shoulder, you could feel him nod against your skin. God was he so affectionate right now, was it because he needed comfort or another reason? You didn't know.

"Come on, its downstairs. I know I am starving."

Ethan followed you as you lead him back to where you found him, sitting him at the dinner table before turning to grab a bowl. Toasting some bread and setting it down for the man you watched as he tore into it like a starving animal, maybe he was one. Sitting across from Ethan you noticed the black stain on his limbs, surprised that they did not wash off. What was that mud?

"Did the mud not come off?" Ethan stops his messy eating to stare at you curiously.

"The black on your skin, is it a colouration or something else?" The man dropped his spoon as he turned to look at his arms like it was the first time he noticed the difference.

You sat there in silence as anxiety bubbled in your stomach, did Ethan not even realise he was covered in whatever that was?

"Does it hurt?" You finally spoke again, and he shook his head.

"Maybe we should get that checked out, I can call a doctor." Ethan shook his head again this time with a more stern and serious expression.

"What if it is a type of necrosis, like something eating your skin and flesh. If we can treat it early we could prevent damage before it happens."

Ethan suddenly slammed his hands on the table causing you to jump at the sudden noise, he didn't seem to like that answer. As Ethan saw your tension he calmed down, he didn't want to scare you. Furthest from it, he almost got up to comfort you but you spoke before he could. "Okay, then maybe another day." Hands up trying to show innocent intent.

You didn't eat much, having enough to satiate you. Ethan on the other hand ate both his and your own portion, you knew he always had a larger appetite than you but it surprised you. Once finished he looked at you with a happy smile, he must have felt better now with good food in his system.

"Feeling better?" Ethan nodded

One part of you wanted to ask Ethan what happened but you also knew he would need time, maybe tomorrow morning would be better. "Are you tired?"

Ethan nodded

"Well there is the spare room, you can rest there." Ethan got up and started to walk down the hall, quickly you took the bowls and placed them in the sink to deal with later. Trailing behind Ethan as he went towards the bedroom, instead of turning to the spare room he went straight into yours. "Wait, Ethan!"

You jogged after him only to find Ethan already crawling into your bed, "Ethan, this is my room." He didn't respond as Ethan further tucked himself under.

"That's my bed!" You raised your voice a little louder and indignant but still no response from the man.

You huffed out your nose in annoyance, "Okay, I guess I will take the guest bed then."

Like incantations to a spell it worked its magic as Ethan sprung into life once more, a darkened arm jumping out from the covers to grasp onto you and pull you back with him. You ended up falling on top of Ethan with a frightened yelp, the man under you smiling gently like how you remembered him doing. Well one thing was for sure, Ethan was defiantly better than how you found him. But why he was acting this way was beyond you, sure its probably a trauma thing that he doesn't want to be alone but this felt different. You couldn't put your finger on it right away, and frankly you were too happy with Ethan being back in your life that you probably brushed most red flags away.

By now Ethan tightened his arms around your middle and now was slowly rolling the both of you to your sides, nuzzling in and relaxing it was clear he was about to go to sleep. You allowed this to happen, it seemed so harmless, confusing sure but ultimately harmless. Ethan was always a more physically affectionate man, even with his friends he liked to show that he cared for them. Either way maybe tomorrow morning thinks would be cleared up, by then maybe Ethan will be able to talk again. You were too tired

@thatgoblin @piers-wifey @starblazer124 @sebbytheraccoon @chaoticlovingdreamer @notgalaxii @germvity @sirpeanutthethird @clusterfuck-yandere @frogge-lol

More Posts from Clovers-reblogs and Others

clovers-reblogs

2 years ago

Hey there, could i ask ghostface, wesker, joey and deathslinger when a survivor constatly gets sandbagged and bodyblocked by other survivorw, and do the puppy eyes to see if they spare them?

I love this ask sm <3

Killers when you do puppy eyes at them

Ghostface

You were getting chased and doing good only 2gens remained

You were hit and bleeding bad but you were still hanging in there

You headed to the shack

YunJin pops outta no where and slams the pallet down on your head

You fell back and groaned, clutching your head

Ghostface stood behind you

He was agitated that YunJin did that fucking white ruined the chase

He looked down to see you looking at him with puppy eyes

Instant boner

The way you were on your knees with big teary eyes and lip trembling

He took pity on you and destroyed the pallet and let you free

He killed YunJin and then came after you and then fucked you

Wesker

He was chasing down the halls of RPD

You are doing good dodging him

You tried to vault a window but YunJin who was working on a gen close by vaulted it in front of you

She was uninjured and you were so she fucked you over

Wesker stood right behind you

He just stared down YunJin

The fucking bitch wasn't even getting chased or even an interest to him

You turned around and looked up at him with wide puppy eyes

He softened a bit and took pity (he loves you <3)

He went after her and slammed her against many walls and then hooked her

Joey

You were constantly sandbagged by Meg everytime you were in a match with her

You don't know why but she just did not like you

Joey has seen this and felt bad

Especially when you made puppy eyes at him when it happens

He always took pity on you (lil softie)

Although he tries to kill Meg, sometimes she wastes him time and he's not able to

But it's the thought that counts <3

DeathSlinger

You were avoiding his gun and doing good

You went to turn into a building to avoid it

But Meg ran in front of you and blocked the entry way

You tried to push her but it was too late

You screamed when his gun hit you and pulled you back

DeathSlinger saw what happened and it irked him

He looked at you who looked at him with big wide eyes

He sighed and let you go

He then went after Meg

1K notes View Post

clovers-reblogs

2 years ago

I wish to give you an idea 🪑Teen mercenary reader (who is quite tall) getting saved my MW2 characters, or the other way around. Like, for example, on a mission that doesn't go as planned, a building blows up and one of task force 141/Los Vaqueros gets stuck under the rubble and reader saves them and gets them to their team and helps them out of there. I hope it isn't too much, but I've been just thinking of their reactions to a teen their level. I hope you're taking requests/ideas. Sorry! 🧡

141 & Los Vaqueros getting saved after shit fell on them

WARNING: swearing

A/n: I hope you like it. I know it probably isn’t exactly what you want, but I tried my brains working a little slow.

ALEJANDRO

Alejandro definitely sees you as a nephew. He admires your maturity and abilities. So when shit hits the fan and he and some members of Los Vaqueros are trapped under the rubble. He starts to pray that he'll make it out. So when you save him after he thought he was as good as dead, he was most definitely shocked. He profusely thanks you.

GAZ

Gaz and you were told to clear a 4 story abandoned compound that was once used by enemy soldiers. We were also tasked with gathering any information that was left behind. The clearing went fine, but Gaz to a wrong step and fell through the floor and into the floor below. A portion of the floor falling down on him. You sprinted to Gaz on the floor below. He couldn’t even process how fast you had come to him. You pushed the rubble off and made sure he was alright. Go through a checklist of things to make sure he was a-okay.

GHOST

Ghost like to challenge you and push you to the limits. You guys had been on recon. When you came face to face with a group of enemy soldiers. 3 of the guys went to Ghost and tried to jump him. 2 went for you and which you quickly took out. You shoot the guys that ghost was rolling around fighting. The two men dropping on Ghost. He sighs and before he can push the body’s off. You take the liberty of doing it yourself and help Simon up. He definitely appreciates you more now as a soldier.

PRICE

Price may or may have not jerry rigged a situation to see how strong and agile you were. He hadn’t expected his little plan to turn south and cause some a part of a building to collapse in. He was just kinda laying their re-thinking his life choice when you swooped in and saved his ass. He was definitely impressed he’ll tell you that, but what he won’t tell you was that his little plan went to shit.

ROACH

Roach never thought he would be laying on the ground a training mats on top of him. He just trying to train not get squished. Before he could push the heavy mats off of him. You sweep in and help. Making sure he’s ok and you’re even nice enough to set up the mats for him. Then you guys end up sparring and Roach walks away from the session with a bigger appreciation for you.

RUDY

Rudy sees you as his baby also he's a low-key mama bear. So when a building literally collapses on you guys. He is less worried about himself and more worried about you. So when you save yourself and him. He is both shocked and proud of you. He knew you had potential, but finally, getting to see your potential in action was something else.

SOAP

Soap is a cool uncle. He loves to cause mayhem with you, but when his mayhem cause you guys to get crushed by a big ass fucking bookshelf. He was shocked. He definitely didn’t expect that to happen. But when you lifted the bookcase and the books off of both of you guys. He was like damn Hercules. I didn’t know you were that fucking strong.

1K notes View Post

clovers-reblogs

2 years ago

Cheater

König x reader (GN)

Warnings: cursing

"You-... You cheated!" You screeched, your glare harsh and rimmed with unshed tears.

"You did it first!" König shouted back, his voice echoing in the small room.

"I did not!"

"You forced my hand!"

"I thought I could trust you, König!" A tear almost escaped you but you rubbed it harshly with the back of your hand. You would not let him see your vulnerability now.

He still saw it, his eyes widened a fraction of a second before returning to their previous seriousness - he hated to see you cry, but he would not bend over this time. "What I did… That's not cheating, and you know that." His voice went quieter, as if trying to make you knock down a few pegs and calm down, but you were having none of it.

"Bullshit!" You bellowed, throwing a letter from the Scrabble board at him and watching it bounce off his head with a 'thunk!' as he flinched at the impact, "there's no way that YACHT is an English word!"

"It is!," König defended himself, throwing his hands in the air in frustration, "look it up, damnit!"

Ghost just watched the wooden letter ricochet from König's head and onto his lap, and sighed as he went back to sharpening his knives, feeling the start of a migraine. "...just fuckin' nuke me already…"

Taglist: @cool-0-n

1K notes View Post

clovers-reblogs

2 years ago

HI IM KINDA TO SHY TO ASK THIS BUT- can i request for some headcanons with ghost, soap,price,gaz, Alejandro and maybe add könig with a male reader who has childhood trauma and social anxiety and when things get really quite reader starts to cry or have a breakdown and gets bad memories of something like that? Idk if it makes sense sorry bout that (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) haha anyways bye love ya sm! <33

[A/n:Love you to man. Thank you for requesting]

Summary:Due to your trauma and social anxiety you will have a break down and get flashbacks if something too bad happens

Type:Hcs: Ghost X M!Reader: Soap X M!Reader: Alejandro X M!Reader: Price X M!Reader: König X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

Price

Dad mode actived

He'll try his best to not put you in stressful situations but since your in the military that's kinda hard

He makes sure that everyone knows you can't handle stressful situations all to well

and if you ever need a break his room is always open

He's there to help you, don't forget that

König

He understands

He also deals with social anxiety so he can't help much there

But since he has it, he knows what helps him do he'll use that to hopefully help you

If not all he can do is put his hand on your back in hopes it'll help

But he panics and thinks that due to his size that he might stress you out

Ghost

He's horrible at comforting people

I'm sorry to break it to you but he can only watch

He doesn't know what to do, due to his trauma he can't help you. The best he can do is awkwardly hold you

Afterwards he'd feel like shit, cause he'd remember ways to help you

In the moment he can't do anything

Soap

He's like Price, great at this

He's on a role, gets you to an isolated place, some water, rubs your back, gently talks you

All the good stuff

He had experience with this kind of stuff so he knows it all

Just comforter unless you catch him by surprise

Alejandro

Along with Ghost, he's not really good at this

He panics and trys to get Rudy to help you, if he can't find Rudy he'll awkwardly pat you on the back

He does his best though, will get you some water and if there's some ice cream, he'll take a second to get you a bowl of it

Seriously, he knows ice cream helps

You make Alejandro panic more than missions make him panic

[A/n:I hope you enjoyed]

234 notes View Post

clovers-reblogs

2 years ago

11K notes View Post

clovers-reblogs

1 year ago

if i see shit like this on someone’s blog:

“if you only like my posts then you’re instantly blocked!!!”

“you HAVE to reblog my stuff or you’re not a good member of the community!!!”

“if you serial like my posts and don’t reblog then you only think of me as a machine and don’t value me as a creator!!!”

“i write for myself, but if you don’t reblog my posts then i’m not going to post anymore!!! >:(”

that’s an absolute guarantee the only thing you’ll ever get from me is likes, if anything at all.

likes are still interaction, and the tumblr algorithm counts ALL interaction when it pushes posts (including likes). there’s nothing wrong with wanting lots of notes on your posts, but guilt tripping and shaming people because they aren’t interacting in the only way you deem fit is not okay and only pushes people away from the community you supposedly care so much about.

157 notes View Post

clovers-reblogs

2 years ago

Hello, sorrow

Because of you

I am who I am

6K notes View Post

clovers-reblogs

2 years ago

do you think we could get the 141 bois with a military!reader who had a guard/attack dog with them, and went out on missions with reader, and the dog got KIA’d, and reader is taking it harshly, because they grew attached to said dog?

My dog recently passed away and I kinda just.. need some 141 bois.

🥃-

✎ i'm so sorry to hear that honey :( losing an animal is a horrible pain and i hope you're doing okay!!

✎ tags : gender neutral!reader, angst but i tried to keep it vague, otherwise pretty much just platonic fluff, not proofread

Do You Think We Could Get The 141 Bois With A Military!reader Who Had A Guard/attack Dog With Them, And

♡ to put it mildly, the 141 guys thought you were a bit weird when you first joined, along with your dog. you spent more time with the animal than you did with humans, training, doting, just generally being in the same space.

♡ eventually the team came to understand your bond together, and who doesn't love dogs? while it was always yours, it also kind of became the team's dog.

♡ so when price had to haul you over his shoulder while you screamed at him to let you go, to let you back in that ruined building, they all felt it. they felt it the entire way back to base, the absence of the waging tail and you cooing at it on the entire helicopter ride back.

♡ you try to pretend like you're doing okay for a couple of days afterward. brief smiles that didn't fit right on your sunken face, exchanging polite greetings that sounded so dull. they walk on eggshells, always unsure of what to say to help you.

♡ they wait for you to break, and when you finally do, they send kyle in first. they figure he has the best shot of conveying their empathy to you (he's just as awkward as the rest of them, he just volunteered himself to try to help you first because they were all just staring at each other when soap brought it up).

♡ he brings you a case of bottles of your favorite drink and snacks, dropping them on your desk before sitting next to you on your bed. he asks you faintly if you want to talk about it.

♡ he lets you get it out, lets you cry and rant and whatever you need in that moment while he sits with you. when your tears finally run dry and the weight in your chest doesn't feel as empty, kyle gives you a hug and rubs your back for a few moments.

♡ the other three men are waiting when he comes out, and kyle shrugs and says he thinks he helped. soap snorted and asked him "what's that mean?" and kyle explains briefly what happened.

♡ they manage to coax you out of your room the next day. ghost and price were somewhere else on the base, and kyle had taken over soap's attempt at cooking eggs (i sincerely believe soap can only cook well enough to keep himself alive while kyle is actually pretty good). they sit you down and make you eat. soap takes the credit for the eggs even though you obviously saw kyle finishing them, and it makes you laugh a bit.

♡ they drag you to sparring practice, despite your many, many protests. you find that that's where ghost and price have been. they put you up against ghost first, and you're convinced that they're trying to make you more depressed now.

♡ as soon as he's coming at you, you're in "soldier mode" again and just focus on trying not to land on your ass too hard when he throws you down. usually you're a good sport and always shake hands after the rounds, but frustration was bubbling up quick today with every time you got pinned. you found yourself putting more and more into it, until you were actually fighting, clawing, biting, doing whatever you could. ghost let you and he took it easily. it was exactly what he would have needed if he were in your position; he still didn't just let you win, though.

♡ soap doesn't really know how to help you in a big way, so he just makes sure the little things are taken care of. he helps you clean your weapons and makes sure kyle buys the right drinks for you when he sends him out even though kyle knows what to get. he sticks around you but doesn't make it seem like you're on suicide watch or anything, just that you don't have to be alone for too long. he makes sure you eat, and you always answer "yes" because you don't even want him to offer to cook for you.

♡ it takes a couple of months before you're almost back to your normal self. there's always something missing, and you still reach down to your side on instinct, but the pit in your stomach stops opening quite as wide. you learn how to remember the happy memories again.

♡ when you're ready and if you feel like it, price is the one that takes you to start looking for a new furry friend. you know everything there is to know about dogs, and he knows you know it all, but you still get lectured about what to look for and what to avoid and not to get too close in case they try to bite. basically, he just becomes your father.

♡ "not that one, 's lookin' at me funny," he'll say once you start looking at them. "that one won't even make it through the heli ride!" basically, he thinks none of the dogs here are good enough for you, even though they're all wonderful in their own ways. he almost walks away when you kneel down and start giving scratches to a pomeranian that hadn't stopped yipping since you'd walked in.

♡ while they may all be emotionally-stunted men, they know what loss is like. they'll be there for you in the ways that matter.

2K notes View Post

clovers-reblogs

2 years ago

EXCUSE ME SIR I- 🧍🏻‍♀️

HOW DARE HE LOOK THIS GOOD AJHSAKSLSK *heavy breathing*

🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

5K notes View Post

clovers-reblogs

2 years ago

✦Even. More. Incorrect C.o.D Quotes.✦

Y/N, pinning Soap’s arms with their thighs in sparring: Haha! Eat shit, Scotsman! Soap, struggling: FUCKIN’ ‘ELL, The hell is in your thighs?! Y/N: Pure spite and protein, bitch! --

Someone: Hey Johnny. Y/N: Oh, no, only Ghost can- Soap: Oi! Only Y/N & Ghost can pull that off, it’s Soap to you. Y/N: Yeah he- wait me too? *gaaassp* Ohhh is this what favoritism feels like?! Soap: Pfft, maybe! Y/N: I enjoy it a lot! <3

-- American!Y/N: Fuckin’ git, he’s off his rocker, that one. The entire team: … American!Y/N: *dramatically smacks their hand over their mouth* Gaz: *laughing* Was that genuine?! Y/N: AH, I’ve been conditioned! I’ve been colonized! Soap: COLONI-*WHEEZE*

-- Fem Fatal!Y/N: What th- what is this, a spy movie? You want me to infiltrate by being some eye candy?! Laswell: It’s the best option we have. Ghost: I disagree with this. Soap: Me too! This feels real nasty, I think. Fem Fatal!Y/N: *sigh* Fine, I’ll do it. God gave me these tits for a reason, might as well use’em for somethin’. Gaz: PFF-no no, don’t be funny, this is a bad situation.

-- Graves: No! You can’t, cause if you take it- …you’ll be hurting my feelings :((( Ghost: You know, I was thinking about that. And, the thing is…I really don’t care.

-- (In a ride back to base; just makin’ conversation)

Gaz: Do you find boys attractive? Or girls. That’s one what to check, if you’re not sure. Y/N: *chuckles* You think I’m not sure? Y/N: Everyone’s attractive to be honest, even if it’s just something small. Like, some people have really gorgeous hands. Y/N: I don’t know…I’m a little bit in love with everyone I meet. But I think that’s normal. Gaz: …hm, suppose that’s a fair answer…

-- Soap, laughing: You watch it or might just start fallin’ for ya, L.T! Ghost: …would you like to? Soap: Eh-…huh? Simon: Would you like to? Fall in love with me, I mean… Soap: ….well I-…well, yeah. I wouldn’t mind…if you’d let me. Simon: …I’d let you. Soap: Well then, guess that’s it then. Woo me, Si. Simon: I’ll do my best.

-- Someone: I don't need advice from a team of virgin losers. Y/N: VIRGIN LOSERS?! *grabs Price’s shoulder and motions to him aggressively* You gonna tell me you think this man doesn’t fuck for a living?! HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?! Gaz & Soap: *for the millionth time trying not to laugh* Price: *he’s not encouraging it but he does look kinda smug*

-- Gaz, on TikTok: Everyone’s always like “Kyle how’d you bag a baddie, how’d you bag that baddie bruh-“ I didn’t bag shit. Y/N picked me up from my neck, threw me over their shoulder and I’ve been on it ever since. (Zooms out to show that he is in fact, on their shoulder) Gaz: And I ain’t got no plans on getting off anytime soon-

(This also works with Soap & Ghost)

-- Y/N: Why’s it always you got mommy issues or you got daddy issues? Me personally? Both my parents got me messed up, the side I pick? Is mine. I ain’t Hannah Montana- Y/N: 🎶but I got the best of both worlds!~🎵 Ghost: *he’s laughing on the inside, I swear*

-- Ghost, on the verge of dissociating: Why be sad…when you can just be ✨g o n e✨ Soap: Si, no-

-- Graves: Punch me. In the face. Didn’t you hear me? Y/N: I always hear “punch me in the face” when you speak, but it’s usually subtext. Graves: *huff* Well I- *gets punched so hard he falls over* Y/N: ….that felt good. Ghost: I’m so proud- Price: Stop encouraging them.

-- Soap, bursting into the briefing room: Y/N got into a fight! (Insert running scene) Price: Soldier, what hap- Ghost, sliding up in front of them: Did you win? Y/N: Of course I won. Ghost: Nice. Price: STOP ENCOURAGING VIOLENCE-

-- Y/N, in a vent above a room: Soap, it’s me, the devil! Soap: *wheeze* Gaz: *trying so hard not to laugh* Y/N: I’m here to convince you to do SIN. Come with me. Steal candy from babies and from small businesses! Soap: *WHEEZE*

-- Y/N, passing by: *does that super flirty “up & down” look* Hey König…~ König: Hallo, guten morgen. Y/N: *smiles and keeps going* König, as soon as they’re gone: *deep breath* Ohmeingottohmeingott *tiny scream*

-- Ghost after being asked about his feelings on Soap: *heavy breathing* ……..nextquestion-

-- Gaz, a menace on TikTok: Batches be on the lookout for Captain Save-A-Hoe, cause he savin’ hoes. Price, minding his business: ? Y/N, dramatically “swooning” in the background: I WANNA BE SAAAAAVED *falls* Price, unaware he’s having a thirst trap made for him: ?????

-- (I think bullying Graves is funny)

Graves: Let me tell you how this is gonna work- Y/N: You ain’t gonna tell me shit. Graves: Listen!- Y/N: Suck my dick. Graves: Listen to me!- Y/N: Suck my dick. Graves: Shut up, listen to me! Y/N: Suck my dick, you fuck man. Graves: Listen!! Y/N: Suck my dick. Graves: You will be here and listen to my ord- Y/N: You’ll be here sucking my dick. Graves: Listen to me, now! Y/N: Go fuck yourself.

-- Y/N: I would rather lead my team into a pit of fire, than have them wield guns for your ignorant usurper cunt of a general. Price: *mans is so proud it’s showing in his chops*

-- Simon: Your eyes are like sapphires…jeez…ahem, that’s pretty corny though, huh? Soap, swooning: No, not at all. Anyone would like it…aha… Simon: …uh…is this- Soap: Working? Oh yeah, thoroughly wooed, sir. Simon: Good, good.

-- Price: Please tell me you didn’t drag the boys into this. Y/N: I didn’t drag Soap & Gaz into this! *insert banging on door* Price: Who is that? Y/N: I think you know.

-- Soap: I wouldn’t wish that ‘pon my worst enemy. Unless, of course, we’re talkin’ ‘bout my enemy Philip Graves. Soap: Fuck you, Phillip(/neg), you know what you did.

-- Gaz: So you have feelings for this person. Just rip the bandaid off. Y/N, with daddy issues: It’s Price. Gaz: *inhales through his teeth* Put the bandaid back on.

-- Y/N: …Ghost? You’re into Ghost? Soap: Mhm…thoughts? Y/N: And prayers, Johnny. And prayers.

-- Gaz: Are you straight? Y/N: *chokes on drink* Don’t ever fucking insult me like that ever again.

-- (Some type of escort mission or somethin’)

Price: This woman wouldn’t know how to fix a broken fingernail. Fem!Y/N: Honestly, you lot have to be the most boorish, crude, pig-headed men I’ve ever met. Price: Hey, I’ve seen the high-bred boys you’ve hung out with, princess. I’m the only man you’ve ever met.

(Insert overly intense sexual tension here)

-- König: How does that even make any- *knife sound* König: *looks down at the knife in his thigh* Did you just- *takes knife out* Did you just stab me? What is your problem?!

-- (I’m only using Alejandro cause the dude in the audio had a slight Spanish accent, mans is definitely a feminist)

Alejandro: It’s not natural for girls to fight. Fem!Y/N: Now it’s not natural for a man to be as stupid as he is tall, but mm. Here you stand! Alejandro, in love: …

7K notes View Post

End of content

No more pages to load