Arthur: Why Is Ginny Upside Down?

Moments like that get me so emotional and happy ;_;

Don’t leave

John Price X M!Reader

Summary: just a soft lil moment :]

A/N: and I’m back! Quick disclaimer that I have not played any of the COD games and all of my knowledge from said games or the military in general is either from random videos on the internet or my brother so please bear with me since this will probably be out of character, but I hope you enjoy! As always requests are open

You were used to nightmares and they plagued you on a regular basis, but this one was different. This one felt so real, like it had actually happened and you were experiencing a memory rather than a dream. You must’ve been louder than you thought when you were asleep, because soon after you’d finally caught your breath you heard a soft knock at the door.

You slowly rose from the bed on unsteady limbs to quietly pad over to the door. It unlocked with a click and as you opened it you were met with the concerned face of your Captain

“Y/n-“ he started, simply and light. But just your name on his tongue had you breaking down. It was embarrassing for a moment. You were a grown man, a hardened soldier that had taken countless lives on the battlefield yet here you were, tears gathering in your eyes as Price stood in front of your door alive.

You were quick to drop into his arms, and he was quick to catch you, pulling you to his chest as he kept a firm hand on your back while the other went to rest on the back of your head. The pressure just enough to let you know that he was there and that he was okay. That you were okay.

“Don’t leave” you’d whisper out, hands coming to desperately grab at his shirt to make sure he’d stay.

“Please don’t leave me again” you sounded so broken, and it was something he wasn’t used to. He gently led you back into your room and closed the door, locking it behind him as he sat down on the bed and pulled you into his lap.

“I’m here. I’m right here” he’d whisper into your ear, his hand gently rubbing up and down your back. He didn’t bother asking questions, he could use his context clues to figure out what was wrong and he didn’t think now was the right time to start pressing about whatever nightmare you had. You needed comfort, and he was there to give it to you.

You didn’t know how long you’d stayed in that position for, but it was long enough for both your legs and his to start cramping from the tension. He slowly laid you both down on the bed, carefully tucking you into his side as he wrapped the blanket around your bodies to keep the cold air out.

You eventually gained your composure, and you wished you hadn’t. Because now with a clear brain you could assess the situation, and by god were you embarrassed. You didn’t know whether to bury yourself into him further to hide your reddening face or to completely pull away and apologize profusely for what you had done.

You wiggled away just a little, Price looking down at you with a confused look as you stared up at him.

“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to wake you up. Or have you take care of me like I’m some kid” you averted your gaze, trying your best not to let the shame completely engulf you.

“Don’t be” he said simply as he pulled you back into his hold again.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about, we all get them. If I can help you through it then I want to, you’re not alone in this”

You hated how he always knew just what to say to get you to crumble, you hated how much affect he had on you. But you couldn’t argue with that warm fuzzy feeling filling up your chest, not that you really wanted to anyways. And you didn’t know where this put your relationship with the Captain, but it seemed like that was a problem for tomorrow. Right now you were tired, the sudden wave of exhaustion hitting you like a truck, and all you wanted to do was relish in the comfort you were getting.

You carefully put your head back on his chest, a content sigh leaving your lips as you relaxed in his hold, your body putty in his hands. As you slowly drifted off to sleep, a small almost unnoticeable kiss was placed on your forehead before he too let himself rest.

A/N: ahhh okay so this isn’t my favorite and I think it’s got a bad ending but I just needed something to get those creative juices flowing :]

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König and his s/o that's like always super nice and kind to everyone but then the moment they step onto the field they turn horrifying? Like deathly silent would prolly snap your neck in half with their bare hands type

Such an interesting request, friend! Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy!! (～￣▽￣)～

Wow so this turned into something completely different, but I still hope you like it!

This work is not beta-read!

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|| König With a Nice but Scary S/O ||

Tags: Fluff, Scary!Reader, Established Relationship, Soft, Cleaning each others wounds, Kinda Sad, Comfort, Caretaking, König is Babygirl, Short.

Warnings: vague mention of blood and violence

Gender-Neutral!Reader // Romantic

I sort of thing he would be the same in a way

I think he can get quite scary when he is out on the field, in the heat of battle

But, while he is like this on the battlefield, I imagine your scariness would be unpredictable

Like, one minute you can be the nicest person on the planet and then someone gets on your bad side and it's downhill from there

I also imagine you being really protective of König

Like, if a rookie comes in thinking they can poke fun at him due to his quite, anxious nature, you immediately step in

They start warning each other not to say anything mean to König, then the rookies get surprised when they say he isn't the one they should be scared of

Because, yes König could easily handle himself, he isn't a big fan of confrontational and he doesn't like to be seen as scary

You, on the other mind don't mind at all

I can also see you not really knowing that other people see you as scary

Like, König is just like "Maus, you need to stop scaring the new guys."

And you're just like, me? Scary?

Because in reality you aren't really and you are actually quite kind to everyone,

König tells them that you just value respect and if they act with respect you will in turn

They are even more concerned with how you act on the field

If you were scary before, you are down-right feral in the field

You go silent with this look in your eye that begs anyone to mess with you

You and König work as a power-couple together

You are like unsuspecting silently feral type, he is a loud and unabashed feral type

the two of you often have to be reeled in after an op, the both of you wildly blood thirsty

But then imagine the two of you, wrapped up in each others arms as you come down from the adrenaline

The two of you gently cleaning each others wounds and exchanging soft kisses

After the adrenaline wears off your both bone tired and in need of a good nap

Your hands were laid across his shoulders, slowly sliding down to unclip the latches on his tactical vest. He hums lightly, lifting one of his large hands to your face, a damp washcloth secured in it to wipe at the blood splatters across your cheeks. The heavy vest drops with a thump, neither of you caring about where your gear ends up in that moment.

Your hand comes up and covers his, laying a gentle kiss on his knuckles. You gently take the cloth from his hand, moving your other hand up to remove his veil. You wait for his small nod of approval before you lift it off, throwing it over the dresser in the corner. König flattens his hand across your cheek, the rough pad of his thumb moving along it. Your smile while looking at his face, pushing some of his long fringe back from his eyes before beginning to wipe at the eye-black that rims them. His eyes flutter shut as he leans into your touch, his other hand rubbing up and down on your outstretched arm.

When you seem satisfied with his newly cleaned face, you throw your cloth down onto the bedside table to be dealt with later. König moves in, placing the softest kiss to your lips before pulling back just enough to mutter, "Let's go to sleep, Maus" against your lips. With a gentle tug, he slumps down onto his too-small cot and pulls you across his chest. The cot was barely enough to fit just him but even with the two of you, it didn't feel too small.

It was jarring to you, that two people so intimately capable of violence were allowed such softness. That two monsters, as you were often called, were allowed moments like this. Maybe you were monsters. You didn't really mind as long as you could be a monster with him.

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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.

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