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Day 4: Best Main Antagonist Albert Wesker

10 or 11 little ducks have been spotted crossing the dash board

-basically kidnapping y/n to get information-

Grave: Look, we don’t want any trouble. Just tell us what we need to know.

Y/n: ¿qué? No entendí. (Translation: What? I didn’t understand)

Alejandro: *assuming they can only speak spanish* No queremos problemas, solo dinos lo que necesitamos saber y eres libre de irte, amigo. (Translation: We don’t want trouble, just tell us what we need to know and you’re free to go, my friend.)

Y/n: No tengo nada que decirles gente. (Translation: I have nothing to say to you people)

-after some more questioning-

Alejandro: *is extremely frustrated* I can’t do this! ¡Hemos estado atascados en una pregunta todo este tiempo! ¡Solo coopera! (Translation: We’ve been stuck on one question this entire time! Just cooperate!)

Y/n: *pauses leaning forward* No.

Alejandro: Fuck this. *storms out*

Everyone: …

Y/n: *turns to Graves* He has no idea…

Soap: *laughs*

Ghost: wait, if you could speak English why were you so confused when Graves started talking?

Y/n: Couldn’t understand his giddy up cowboy accent.

Master list

Please, don’t sexualize my work unless it hints to a sexual theme.

They’re dating, your honor

「 They Said I Couldn’t Be a Sniper… 」

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Cod X male reader !! Mabye the characters scolding the male reader and the male reader has bad memories from childhood and the scolding triggered their truamas and the male reader tries to avoid COD characters

[A/n:Ooo this one is interesting. Thank you for requesting]

Summary:they scold you causing you to remember bad memories from your childhood

Type:short scenarios: Valeria X M!Reader: König X M!Reader: Woods X M!Reader: Gaz X M!Reader: Ghost X M!Reader

Version:Mw2, Cold War

Woods

He didn't mean to be to hard on you, you were just not paying attention and almost got killed. He was scared. Woods did everything he could to protect you and you still just didn't listen, he had to scold you. But now he's regretting it. Adler was the one who noticed, he seen how you would nervously look at woods and then look away quickly like a scared child, how you would make sure he wasn't talking to you and did your best to hide yourself from him. When woods noticed he felt horrible, and tried his best to talk to you but it was hard. When he finally learned why he corner you to apologize, he had to or he'd never live it down and feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Valerie

She's hard on people, everyone knows this. She isn't nice, or caring towards people. Of course you were at expectation, in private of course but still everyone could tell she was nicer to you and cared more about you, until she scolded you about something small. She didn't notice, like woods. And it wasn't until you wouldn't come to bed, she waited and waited for what felt like an eternity but you never came. She finally got you down to her office to talk to you and she could see how you struggled at first, this was the first time she was genuinely patient with someone. Valerie let you calm down then talk, then she felt like shit. First she didn't notice her own boyfriend feels upset and scared of her and now she's realizing she made you have to remember bad childhood memories? She felt horrible and made sure to make it up to you.

Gaz

Now Gaz isn't one to yell at people, or scold, just anything like that in general. It's usually Price. But Gaz was scared and worried and it just it happened because you were being reckless, yes, Gaz loves you, but God you scare him sometimes. After he had scolded you he went straight to his room to calm down and if price can notice that Gaz is upset, he can notice you too. While Price was taking to Gaz you were no where to be seen, which would have worried Gaz but he currently was focused on Price and his emotions. After Price was done talking Gaz sent out to find you, but he couldn't find you. It wouldn't have worried him if soap didn't run up to him asking where you were. Now the fear hit him. He spent the whole time looking high and low for his beloved boyfriend worried something happened to him. When he found you, he crushed you in a hug, apologizing. He didn't let you talk more focused on getting his apologize out there. He never found out about your past due to his apologizing.

König

He felt bad a second after he scolded you. You wouldn't even get a chance to leave as the bad memories flooded your head, König pulled you into a hug directly after and apologized for scolding you and how he was just scared. He could tell you were still upset and you explained how you can take time away from but he needs you to know that he's sorry, he really is, he'd be upset too if someone scolded him like a child. If you did avoid him after his apologize, it'd hurt him but he wouldn't try and stop you. Instead watching you from afar sadly until you came back to him.

Ghost

Now Ghost he's done some scolding and he never feels bad for the person be scolded. Same goes for you. He wouldn't scold someone for no reason, so he'd just watch you avoid him and honestly he'd probably make it worst. Mainly because he'd think your only avoiding him because he scolded you, not because of the past. So eventually he'd corner you and tell you that you shouldn't avoid him because of a little scolding and to get over it since it wasn't a harsh scolding. Which might make the simulation worst. Soap would came to Ghost a few minutes later, pissed off. Soap would process to yell at Ghost in his heavy Scottish accent about how bad he hurt you and accidentally say why Ghost hurt you so bad. And no soap wouldn't let him talk. Ghost would wait for you to finally come around him so he can apologize.

[A/n:sorry Königs is so short. I hope you enjoyed]

came home drunk last night and got way too excited to see my cat

Ethan Winters sfw cuddling hcs?

I’ve been thrown head first into Ethan love and I’m okay with it

YES!! Join us in Ethan-Simp-Hell 😩🤍

Ethan Winters Cuddling Headcanons

Ethan can be a little stiff when it comes to hugs and cuddling at first. He’s not used to actually being hugged so sometimes the feeling may seem foreign, and he chokes up.

But low key…. He’s touch starved.

He likes spooning a lot. Either holding you in bed or being held in bed. It really depends on his mood.

He’s a respectful cuddler. He won’t initiate any spicy stuff unless you were okay with it beforehand. Even then, he doesn’t strike me as someone who needs sex. He simply enjoys just being in your company.

Ethan likes to kiss behind your ear when he’s spooning you!!

He doesn’t have a preference where you cuddle but the bed would be better than the couch.

He also really enjoys just laying in bed with you, talking about life and anything that could be stressing you both.

No matter how long you’ve been together, Ethan is always going to awkwardly smirk and blush when he holds you. There’s just something so intimate about it and it genuinely makes him happy.

Cuddling usually leads to him being late in the mornings… instead of 5 more minutes of sleep, he wants to hold you for 5 more minutes before getting up.

I really enjoyed your story a part two would be lovely but do not push yourself and have a lovely day

GHOST (mw2) X MALE READER (platonic) PT2

woooooo yeah baby, thats what ive been wait for, thats what ive been taking about, wwoooooo, another installment of my poorly planned fanfic

as perusual: sorry for any typos, and do not expect some grandiose writting, i am not that smart

CW/TW's: toture, gore, vomit, if i should add more just tell me and i will

I throw on a shirt. A button up. Not one I chose myself, but its not like I hate it. Its ugly but in a charming way. I put on leather boots, keeping the pants I wore to sleep on. Its not my best outfit, but considering how little sleep I got last night, I don’t anyone will care. I sure as hell don’t. 

I leave my room, entering into a hall. The cold concrete  below me tapping under my feet. I stop in front of ghosts room. I hear talking on the other side of the heavy metal door. Faint, but still there. The guards posted in front of the door ask me if I want in. I tell them no. I want to get somethings first. I wonder the halls. Looking for the stairs up. The building were currently holed up in (and have been for awhile) is some old abandoned hospital. When we first set up here, it was trashed. To this day  It still doesn’t look very homely, but its better then it was.

Ive been stashed away in the basement, Also where the interrogation room is set up. i find the stairs, ascending up to floor level. I make my way to the current medical ward. there are so many people. You wouldn’t expect this place to be so packed, but it almost always is. Most of the people here are good. Civilians. Simply people in need of doctors, but without the money to get any. Cant say the same for the people stationed in the basement.

“hey.” I try and get the attention of one of the makeshift medical staff. His name is Chester im pretty sure. “shit-“ he turns around, startled. he was tending to some random sick person. Cant tell why their sick though. “(reader)!” he sounds pleasantly surprised. Like meeting an old friend unexpectedly. Weve only really ever talked a few times. “I need bandages.” I tell him. He looks around, a but confused, “uhm…” he takes a second “do you mind if I ask why? Or is that.. uh.. can I ask why?” he lowers his voice into a whisper for the last bit, leaning in.

All the ‘doctors’ know who theyre working for. The same man im working for. But that’s about all they get to know. We bring them medical supplies so that they can help their towns people. in return, they fix up anyone we bring to them, no questions asked. It’s a covert deal, and they arent aloud to talk about us. If they did, my boss would probably anonymously tell the police what they have set up here. Only one of the doctors has a medical license.

“the bandages arent for me” he understands that he isnt gonna get much more then that, nodding and leading me away from his current patient. He takes me to a closet “bandages and stuff are in here,” he opens it, “can I ask what type of wound your bandaging?” he asks, leading me in.

“I don’t know.” It sounds like a copout, but I genuinely have no idea. It could be anything. Cuts, burns, chopped off limbs. “oh wow.” He looks worriedly, searching through the random supplies. He hands me a roll of white bandages, “here” and then he goes back to looking around. “what are you looking for?” I peek over his shoulder. “well your probably gonna need more then just the plain bandages, even if we don’t know what you gonna have to fix up.” he hands me some bandage tape. “thank you” I tell him.

we part ways, and I start back to the basement. Stopping on my way to ghosts new room to get a bucket of water, two rags, and a towel.

I stop in front of the door, there isnt any talking now, nodding to the two guards. They go to open the door, but its prematurely opened by someone else. Im greeted by a man covered in someone else's blood. The man with the cart of torture supplies. The butcher. “hi-“ my voice cuts off. “hello.” He looks down at the assortment of things Chester handed me. He grunts, pushing past me, dragging his cart behind him. Its bloody. Very bloody. there are a few loose teeth on it that werent before, and it leaves a trail of blood behind him as he leaves.

I enter the room, hastily met with the smell of blood and vomit. I turn my face, it smells fucking awful. The door is shut behind me. The table has been moved off to the side, and ghost to the middle of the room. Hes covered in his own blood. “hey..” I let out. I try not to let my concern waver my voice. Ghost groans, and then ends up in a coughing fit. His mask is off, but his head is dropped down, facing the floor, blood soaked in his hair. I go over to the table, dropping my supplies down, and picking up his skull mask. “would you like your mask back?” I ask, turning to him. He just coughs more. Im pretty sure he coughed up blood.

I get up closer to him, placing down my bucket of water, his breathing hastens, he turns his face away. It takes a moment for it to click, “oh shit-“ I look at the rag in my hand, “im not gonna water board you bro, I swear.” I panic out, trying to make him less weary of me. 

It doesn’t work much, and he tenses everytime I move. Pulling up my sleeves, I dip the rag in water, and then start to clean out his wounds. There are different kinds. Some deep gashes, some circular holes in his skin, others bruises so blue youd think it hurt his bones. I don’t really get a good look at his face, even while I try and get blood off of it. he moves his face away everytime I try to touch it. its Understandable, but it makes things much more difficult. 

I give up on trying to clean his face, and just put his mask back on him. He immediately seems more comfortable, still incredibly tense, but less so then before. I continue to clean off all the blood on him. Its tiring. Eventually its done though. I wrap the towel around him, covering him and helping him dry all in one. I get up, and grab the bandages, and tape. i get back to him, placing both on the ground. I open the package for the bandages. 

I cover up most of the big gashes, and even a few of the smaller ones. Im covered in dried up blood now. I clean up around his chair too. Just getting blood up off the floor. Theirs vomit beside him. I begrudgingly clean that up too. I throw the second rag into the bucket. Taking a deep breath ones ive left the floor.

“thanks” ghosts voice sounds hoarse and it cuts out at the end. I go sit up in the table off to the side. “whens the last time you slept” I ask him the first real question of the day. Its quiet for a few minutes until he responds, “four days.” I mouth a ‘wow’ under my breath. I hold my breathing in thought, puffing out once I get to my conclusion. “ill let you sleep the entire time im here.. which should be..” I trail off thinking and doing math in my head, “two hours I believe, if you tell me what you guys know.”

He doesn’t respond. “what about a hint.” I smile at him. “no” his voice sounds more firm. The smile doesn’t fade. “fine, then you wont sleep for another day.” I hop off the table, and get onto the chair that was discarded next to it. Theres still paper and pencils, and so I start drawing. I draw him again. Its quiet in the room for nearly 20 minutes, I look up from my drawing every now and then to make sure he isnt asleep.

Hes falls asleep. I throw a balled up piece of paper at him. He startles up, looking around frantically to assess the situation. He drops his head back once he realizes it was just me. “if you had given me that hint I would have let you stay asleep” I taunt him. “fuck off” he blurts out. Hes getting comfortable, that hes just tired enough to not give a shit.

It gets quiet again.

“you know what-“ I look over to him, getting out of my seat and sitting on the table again. “if you tell me about your family ill let you sleep..” I pause, “that or your name” he looks me dead in the eyes, then up and down. Silence. “how’d you know about my brother?” he asks. A surprise for sure. “we made a little file on you, figuring out everything we could before we ambushed you. It was in that file… one of the few things about you in that file, and not just about ghost.”

“I am ghost.”

“you are a ghost.. you know how hard it was to find that out about your brother? That you even had a brother?”

“that’s the point.” He says in between coughs

I take a deep breath in and out. “I guess it is.” I say looking off.

A silence settles again. For about five minutes. He stares at me for three of them before looking away. “my brothers name was tommy.” I snap my head towards him. I didn’t actually expect him to tell me about his family. “is that so.” I inquire more. “he had a kid.” He continues. “and where is that kid now?” ghost doesn’t answer.

“and what about your dad?” he doesn’t respond, just like last time. I sigh. i want more, but technically he followed the rules I had. “you can sleep.” I jump off of the table, and get back to my drawing. Ghost gets as comfortable in his seat as he possibly can. Wasting no time to getting to sleep.

An hour and a half pass by. Ive filled the entire page with drawings. Ghost is sound asleep- the door starts to open. Shit. “HEY-“ I greet the person at the door loud enough to wake ghost up. “your back early,” I turn to the door. And ghost hurriedly wakes up. “(reader).” ‘The butcher’ greets me back, waving one of his hands stiffly at me. 

“uh- can we have a few more minutes?” I rush out as the large man starts hauling in his cart into the room. He stops in his tracks. Slowly turning to look at me. “your time is up.” fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck “yeah but… i-I I was- I was starting to get somewhere with my… interrogation.”

“where?”

“he was starting to talk about his- uh his family and-“

“the boss doesn’t want to hear about his family.” He cuts me off

I look to ghost, and then to the man in front of me. “yes but-“

“why are you wasting my time (reader)?”

He cuts me off again.

I mumble and apology. I really shouldn’t have fucking done that. Shit, all cause I wanted to show ghost my stupid drawing.

He leaves his cart next to ghost, who has started hyperventilating. “you gave him bandaids.” He points out. “I didn't want him to bleed out.” I  had already thought of an excuse. “I didn’t say you could give him bandaids.”

“yeah but he was probably gonna die”

“I didn’t say you could give him bandaids.” He turns to me. “yeah and the boss didn’t say you could kill him,” I retort.

He picks up a pair of pliers, holding them so tight his knuckles turn white. Hes threatening me. Fuck. “im sorry, I just didn’t want valuable intel to die.” I soften my voice, trying to de-escalate the situation. He turns back to ghost. I start to leave. “your not aloud to leave.” He snaps his pliers a few times to emphasize.

“come on man-“ I turn around towards him, my voice breaking. I don’t want to be here. He hums a bit, snapping his pliers a few more times. He doesn’t respond. “ill get you those drugs you wanted.” He stops humming, and lets the air fill with silence. “alright, you can leave.”

I practically run out of there. I feel bad. I feel bad for ghost. I feel bad about having to steal from the med ward. Shit. I really wanted to show him my drawing. I bet he would have told me it was cool. I get to the showers upstairs, and I wash all of his blood off of me. Then I go to my room. I put the drawing next to the first one. Hopping onto my bed.

If I get caught stealing ill be as good as dead.

hiiiiiiiii i see you made it to the end again, blushes

if everything goes to plan there should be at least five chapters of this fic when im done