(part Of The Wife At First Sight Series)

Little Mermaid 🌊🐬

mermaid!reader x sailor!John Price

part 2!

!!warnings: fluff, uh...idk, mermaid x human? idk this is just cute, reader isn't fluent in english. F!reader, use of Y/N. Invented mermaid language, any resemblance to a real language is purely coincidental.

English isn't my first language! Not proofread, i apologize for any gramatical mistakes

John Price was a successful sailor, always had the best fishes and had a big boat in the best conditions, he lived near the sea in a house made of wood, a cozy place near where his boat was embarked.

Price was counting the money he had made that week with the fish sellings while smoking a cigar when he hears a melody coming from outside his house. It was hypnotizing, probably the best melody he had heard in a while but he's also in alert, who would be singing near his house late at night? He goes outside, a pistol on his hand for protection.

He sees a figure sitting on a rock, brushing it's hair with it's fingers while singing. He gets closer and notices... It had no legs, was he going crazy? Was the age finally hitting?

Whoever it was, notices Price staring, shocked and, at the same time, amazed and...it jumps into the water. Price, getting out of the trance, rushes to the ocean.

"Oi! You are going to drown!" He says, the water was from the ocean at that time of night it was cold and the tide was choppy. He runs into the water but...he doesn't see anyone, he looks around, left and right but...it disappeared?

But, when Price less expected, a head sticks out of the water, looking at him, curious but at the same time a bit scared. He sighs in relief but he frowns slightly.

"Who're you and what are you doing here?!" He says, accusingly, pointing at the person at the water.

"..." You doesn't answer, scared and not quite understanding what he is saying but at the same time curious.

Price gets even angrier. "Who. Are. You?!" He says, practically yelling. You flinches.

"Y/N! My name Y/N!" You says. You understood the basic English but didn't know how to speak clearly.

Price's expression softens and he takes a deep breath. "Do you speak English?" You nods a bit shyly, knowing it's not fully true. "Good... What are you?" He asks, frowning again, "You don't seems human." He crosses his arms.

He gets closer and stretches his hand, wanting to help whatever you were to get out of the water, you flinches slightly and his expression softens. "I'm not going to hurt you, I mean no harm." He says with a softer tone.

Hesitantly, you take his hand and he drags you closer, making half of your body sticks out of the water. That's when he notices, your fingers webbed, the web having a soft slightly transparent blue color, your nose and cheeks that had a blue blush and most importantly, the conchs and algae as straps that covered your breasts. You certainly weren't human.

"What are you?" He asks again, more to himself than to you. You frowns slightly and says 'what' in your mermaid language, making him answer to that with another "What?"

You two spend a few minutes in silence, confused and curious about each other, only the sounds of the sea filling both of yours ears, an awkward silence...

"Are you...a mermaid? Like...half fish, half human? Like the fairytale?" Price asks, feeling a bit embarrassed by how ridiculous that question sounds. You nods, understanding the fish and human part, you were, indeed a mermaid but didn't know that humans called your species mermaid, for you, you were just a simple kwauz (mermaid).

"You're a mermaid, so how do you know English? How are you understanding me?" Price asks, confused and amused. "Me English... drowned library!" You says, trying your best to explain the situation.

You had discovered a drowned library from a ancient english civilization while exploring the ocean, it was full of books and you studied English by the books but, of course, you weren't fluent.

"You learned English by a drowned library?" He chuckles softly, you nods, smiling slightly. It was hard to see each other's face because of the lack of light in the night but he could tell you were smiling so he smiles too.

"I've never seem a mermaid before, is there more of mermaids like you in the ocean?" He asks, kneeling down to be at your level, letting go of your arm, not caring if his clothes get wet. You nods. "Where are you from, mermaid?" He asks with a softer tone, looking at you. "Hydralis! Uh...Hydralis is...between Pavlopetri and Sublima!" You says, your broken english and thick mermaid accent making him chuckle., finding it cute how you tries to explain to him. "Oh yeah, my name is John Price by the way, I'm from England." He notices your eyes sparkling a bit and you get closer, a bigger smile on your face. "England? Me have uh... Read about England!! In history.. books! Y-you like tea?" You asks, making a little pauses betweens words to remember how to speak English.

Price giggles heartly, finding you expression and question adorable, a mermaid interest in England? How cute. "Yeah, i love tea, do you like tea?" He asks quite sarcastically, being fully aware she couldn't drink tea in the ocean, you shakes your head, not understanding the sarcasm and that he was just joking. He chuckles, finding your unaware of his human's sarcasm quite charming. "Can i see your tail?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You nods and swims to the rock and sits on it, giving him a good look of your tail.

It is a beautiful light blue with some white scales, it has a natural sparkle on it, making it glow on the night, he also gets a better look on your skin. It was (your skin color) with the extremities colored with a blue color. Your elbows, ears, shoulders being blue. Your hair was a beautiful (your hair color) that had waves on it, like the ocean, your (eyes color) eyes captivating and your slightly blue lips also catching his attention. You were a beautiful thing to be seem, for sure.

Before he could say something, a voice is heard.

"Captain! JOHN!" It was one of his crewmates. You, scared, jumps into the water and swims away. "Hey! No, don't go!" Price tries to stop you but you had disappeared in the great ocean.

His crewmate finally finds him. "Captain! There is a bunch of rats eating our stock of food and our cats aren't doing anything! Help us!!" He yells. Price sighs in frustration. "I'm coming!" He says and the guy nods, walking back to the storage, to try to stop the rats. Price takes a last look at the ocean before rushing to the storage.

Maybe, another day, he would see you again...

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extremely late-in-the-day daily König sketch😔💤I’m so sleepy

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he’s got that previously neglected shelter dog rizz. he looks like he wants to quietly sit next to you on the couch while you watch TV

so uhh i want to write more stuff about the hybrid farm sooo who u guys think should be the mean coyote bc yeah i love mean man

ive been thinking maybe graves, makarov, krueger or nikto (dont worry abt konig i have special plans for him

You're a lil cow at a hybrid farm, your farmer is the person you love the most, his name is John Price and he loves you too! but you're just a little stubborn cow who refuses to get breed and produce milk to his farm even though you were VERY expensive and that is getting on his nerves, your body was made to make more babies and produce warm milk but you doesn't want to get breed... Until he basically forces you by saying 'if you don't contribute to the farm, you won't be part of it' and of course, you can't quite survive in the wild so you follow your farmer to the stall and... and the bull is scary! he's big, dirty blonde hair, penetrating dark brown eyes that seem to look into your soul and his fur makes it looks like he has a skull on his face, he's twice your size and so intimidating! You're just a cute lil cow, why does you mate have to be so scary? Didn't Price had other bulls that weren't so terrifying?! Like the one with the funny accent or the one that was always wearing a sunglass, they look are definitely are less intimidating than... This thing!

...

Well, at least the babies you and him made are cute and strong, and your milk is as delicious as Price imagined.

I LOVE HESH YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WANT HIM

DIRTY LITTLE DAYDREAMS ft. HUSBAND!HESH

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After a long day on field, Hesh wants nothing more than to come home to his pretty wifey and have her sit on his lap as he fondled her folds, underneath her frilly little apron while he sucks on her earlobe and she can't help but to continually twist and pant. He wants to hear the sound of her calling out his name from her sweet, honeydew-flavored lips, fawning over the way he touches her. To inhale her rosejam and coffee perfume as he delves between her dripping walls when he tenderly lays hold of her pretty, lissom neck as she licks her lips before catching them between her teeth.

To have her tremble, digging her fresh, pink manicured set he paid for the day before into his thighs. Her fluttering lashes to glance over at him as her precious, eyes shimmer in serpendipity, spellbound by his lithe fingers working her cute, puffy little clit. To charm her with his winsome words and pet names that would only make her eyes soften before rolling back into her skull.

But he feels his body jolt as Keegan's hand pats his shoulder. "C'mon, kid, we ain't finished yet." His husky voice brings him back to reality of the unfinished task ahead.

His emerald eyes flickering up to his teammates in a nubivagant state. Keegan's gaze abates and a smile, warps the distressed balaclava that conceals his face. He stops for a moment in front of him as Hesh nods, pulling himself out of his stupor and checks his mag.

"I know that wife of yours wants to see your pretty boy ass alive to make it in time for dinner, so let's move." His brows raise playful at him.

Hesh flushes red as he swipes at his wedding band with his thumb before giving him a sheepish grin, knowing he's been caught up in one of his dirty little daydreams about you. "Yeah..."

And don't think for a moment Keegan doesn't see Hesh readjust his tactical pants in his peripheral before they get going again.

perv!johnny and perv!kyle who spot you at the public pool, lounging in that cute little string bikini, and decide then and there: they have to have you. but johnny's never been one for patience, so kyle ever the loyal accomplice, takes a little dive.

with a pair of goggles strapped on, kyle slips beneath the water, unseen, fingers deft as he tugs at the ties of your bikini bottoms. a quick pull, a flick of his wrist, and they’re gone. (kyle will put them to good use later, don’t you worry.)

you don’t even notice at first. not until you make your way toward the pool ladder, reach the first step, and feel a cool rush of water where fabric should be. panic sets in, your thighs snap together, and you sink back into the pool, trapping yourself beneath the surface.

enter johnny. ever the gentleman, he strolls over with a towel slung over his shoulder, offering it out to you with an easy grin. his cock chubs at the slightest glimpse of your bare ass as you wrap it around yourself, hurrying back to your lounge chair to slip your shorts on. when you return to hand him the towel, cheeks warm with embarrassment, you murmur something about how grateful you are, how you’d love to repay him somehow.

johnny tilts his head, smirks. that so?" his voice drops, low and inviting. "how do the showers sound?"

you freeze. gulp. but before you can even think of a response, his hand is already at the small of your back, guiding you inside.

the door swings shut behind you. and outside, gaz takes his post, arms crossed, standing guard until johnny signals him for his turn.

quite the duo, those two.

an artist and his muse ⭑⚝²

pt1

artist! König x chubby!F!reader

!!content warnings: König is younger than canon, pistol mentioning, idk this is just fluff. Chubby reader. Extensive description of how to make a condensed milk cake. Maybe a bit out of character.

3,7k words — English isn't my first language, i apologize for any mistakes.

Since that day, you and König have been talking practically every day through the cellphone, König would often talk about his day and his new projects, sending you photos of the new paintings he was working on and recently, he started a new hobby: learn digital art. He would send you screenshots of his drawings, they were... Certainly something, it wasn't as great because he was used to work on a canvas with paint and such but, he was trying at least.

If he disappeared for 3-4 hours, you were sure he was just working on whatever his mind was thinking of, painting, digital art or even ceramic, yeah, he also started ceramic. He was trying to occupy his mind with something and it was obvious... You just didn't know he was trying to occupy his brain because you were everything in his mind.

König was having trouble painting because he couldn't focus on anything but you, his happiness was texting you everyday and looking at the selfies you send him anytime you were doing something mildly interesting, watching a movie, cooking, baking, oh god, baking, he could kill someone to taste those brownies you baked practically every weekend. He really wanted to ask you out on a date but he didn't have the guts to, you were such a pretty girl, who was he to think he had a chance with such a beautiful girl?

On your side... Well, it was the same. You were too shy to ask him out on a date, he was such a busy guy, he was painting and when he wasn't painting he was training his digital art and when he wasn't training he was doing ceramic, you didn't want to bother him. Your heart skips a beat every time he sends a photo of what he was working on, his face wasn't even on the photos but you were so in love it didn't even take too much to make you kick your feet and smile like a fool...

"Who are you talking to?" Suddenly, your father kicked you out of your thoughts, he was frowning and trying to peek on your phone as you were eating. You were already an adult but old habits never die to your father.

"M...my friend, his name is König." You reply, showing him the conversation, Anton takes a look and nods. "Your boyfriend?" He asks, you blushes slightly and shakes your head, "N-no, he's just a friend." You stutter. He gives you a look like 'yeah, sure' and then goes back to the living room, leaving you in the kitchen to finish your lunch.

You didn't have anything to do that day. You wanted to go out with your friends but they were all busy, you didn't have a photoshoot today, no modeling or something, so you would just enjoy the day, just being lazy... So you decided to bake a cake! Why not?

You looked for a recipe on the internet and found one you found interesting, 'Condensed Milk Cake'... Hmm, sounds good! And you have all the ingredients, luckily.

You grab the apron that was probably too old for its own good and protect your hair and start making the cake, it was therapeutic. In a large bowl, you pour the condensed milk, whisk in butter and the vanilla extract, over the bowl, sift four and the baking powder over the condenser milk mixture. After that, you grab the rice cooker, grease the interior with butter and pour in the batter, spreading it evenly in the rice cooker, you decide to top with some chocolate chips, put the cover on and cook for 20 minutes. After waiting, you pick a toothpick and poke the cake, it comes out clean so it means it is ready! You place a plate on top of the rice cooker pot and carefully invert. The scent of vanilla and condensed milk infested the kitchen. It was so good, you were proud of yourself, it looked delicious!

Your father walks in the kitchen, "What are you doing?" He asks, frowning slightly before he sees the cake, "Oooh, it looks good. Gimme a slice." He picks a knife and goes to cut the cake but oh no, your father didn't have the reputation of being the best cake cutter.

"Waaaaait!" You shouts, trying to stop him but your father was a man on a mission. He cuts a huge part out of the cake and walks away, you can practically see the evil smile on his face as he goes to his room, leaving you with less than a half of the cake... Goddamnit.

You sigh and decide to take a photo of the... Half cake you have, you grab your phone and try to get the best angle of it but yeah, a cake cut in half wasn't the most aesthetically pleasing thing ever.

Eating a slice of the cake while watching something was a pleasing experience at least, watching some old humoristic sitcom your father had on DVD since the 90s that he refused to get rid of was nice at best. You hear a notification coming from your phone and check it... It was König!

'Hallo, are you free tonight? I would be pleased to have dinner with you.'

You found it amusing how he always wrote it grammatically correctly, you could've never, sometimes you just forget how to write some words.

'Yeah, I'm free! Where do u wanna meet?'

'Meet me at the park, I am going to take you to the restaurant from there, at 7pm. Don't be late.'

You smile, he was always so assertive and direct sometimes, it was nice though, at least he wasn't confused about what he wanted and treated you well.

You start getting ready at 5pm, showering, doing your makeup, choosing the best clothing, fixing your hair, airdrying it and, oh god it's already 6:56pm! You run out of the house, forgetting to bring your lip oil.

You go to the park and look around for König, it was 7:04pm. You feel a cold hand on your shoulder, looking over your shoulder...

"Oh, hi Kö! How are you?" It was König! He didn't seem mad at you, good. He smiles and gives you a little pat on the head.

"I'm fine. Let's go to my car." Simple as ever. He takes your hand and leads you to the car, opening the car door for you. You two make small talk in the car on the way to the restaurant. He was wearing some nice clothes, a white button shirt that was rolled up to his elbow, black tailored pants with a belt and black shoes. It was minimalistic and he looked good on it. You could see some scars on his arms, that was interesting, maybe he wasn't always an artist.

The restaurant was nice, had a warm atmosphere and some relaxing jazz music playing. You order some alfredo pasta and chicken with some orange juice, he orders steak with onion, rice, salad, some rustic potatoes and... You lost track of the list after that, he was a bottomless pit. Oh, he ordered some apple juice for himself too.

"So, what do you like to do in your free time? When you're not doing paintings and such." You were the one to start the conversation, noticing that Konig was more of the quiet type and that, depending on him, the date would be mostly silence and eating.

"I enjoy... Uh... I enjoy television shows, I watch it when I'm... I'm not doing art..." He stuttered, not looking at you directly, you noticed that he was very nervous, his hands shaking, it was very different from the man you met before. Maybe you were starting to get under his shell.

Your soft smiles didn't help much. His mind was going a mile a second, his hand shaking and his body couldn't relax, he felt like everyone was staring at him, why wouldn't they? He's on a date with a cute girl while he looks like this giant freak, you probably don't even like him, you're just with him because you pity him youcangetsometingbetterthanhimyou—

"König?" Your soft voice slaps him out of his trance, his eyes focusing on your worried expression, "Are you okay? You seem... I don't know—" "I'm fine." He cuts you off, his hands still fidgeting underneath the table.

You were a bit confused and even a little shocked. He was so serious, confident before and now he's shaking like a wet cat. Well, he's trying to hide it but it's obvious, someone his size can't hide. You decide it's best to let him relax, stay silent for a while, let him recompose.

Well... His brain was going miles an hour, waiting for YOU to say something, to talk about something YOU like, maybe you could even forget he's there and just ramble away his anxiety... But that doesn't happen. He's waiting for you to talk and you're waiting for him to speak. Both so awkward, his anxious behavior getting into you, where you are scaring him? Why? What have you done? Did you do something that made him uncomfortable? Doeshenotlikeyouanymore-

Then, the waiter arrives after what felt not even a second, you swear you had just ordered not even 10 minutes ago. The waiter places your order in front of him and two of König's extensive list of food, the potatoes and the beef. The orange juice being placed in the middle for the both of you.

He awkwardly starts cutting his beef, the cutlery was so small in his hands that it made a task as simple as cutting a steak difficult. You eat your pasta, staring at nowhere as your mind is non stop thinking that you did something wrong. You both reached for the orange juice glass, his fingers touching yours before he flinched his hand away, just reassuring that he was scared of you on your worried brain.

The rest of the date was... Not cozy, just two looked like two pathetic wet cats that didn't know where their mama went and was scared of the world. He pays for everything, even if you insisted that you had money. You two step out of the restaurant, some significant distance from each other, and just... Staying there, waiting for the one another to say something.

"Look-" "I'm sorry-" You two speak up at the same time, eyes meeting in an anxious atmosphere, silence remains for a few seconds. "Hear-" "I apologize-" Interrupting one another again, the atmosphere getting tenser and tenser, you both take a deep breath, taking a step closer to each other. He let you talk first.

"I'm sorry, I'm not aware of what I did but I apologize for making you uncomfortable." You speak up, playing with the hem of your clothes as you try to sound not nervous.

He frowns slightly before sighing and nodding, "I'm the problem. You're not the problem, I've always been this... Social awkward, since I was a teenager. It's not your fault." He reassures, taking a step closer... Closer... Closer until he's right in front of you. He looks at you... "It's going to snow, you should go home." Before he lifts your chin and gives you a forehead kiss...

Then he turns around and walks away, you don't know that but he's panicking inside, his hands shaking and his heart beating like a drum, his face red as a tomato... That man saw you naked and is flustered because he gave you a forehead kiss! Men...

Well, you were blushing too, your mouth opened slightly in shock... The snow starts to fall, the cold feeling makes you feel even hotter inside, it has just started. You didn't know what to do so you do the same as him, you turn around and walk home... No, you can't do that. You stop in your tracks, turn back and start running towards him.

"König!" You shouts, making him stop and turn to see you. You don't know what you're doing and why but you feel like you need to do this. You reach him, panting, you weren't used to exercising. "I'm- I'm-" "You don't need to be sorry, it's okay." He cuts you off.

"No, that's not it, I-i... I-" You look up at him and you just... Can't finish your phrase, he's so handsome your heart beats and your brain stops.

He smiles softly and ruffles your already messy hair, "You shouldn't stay outside, you're gonna catch a cold... Wanna go to my place?" He speaks up, and honestly, he's being too damn bold, his heart feels like it's gonna explode out of his chest, he's trying to keep this cool guy persona but... That's not him.

You definitely didn't want to freeze outside so... "Y-yeah, sure." You nod. He takes your hand and starts walking to his car. This all feels too... Unbelievable... Damn, you're going to a guy's house after the first date? What are you? You silently judge yourself but König isn't like other guys... You hope.

The car ride back to his place was silent, some random song in German playing on the radio. His car was fine, definitely not the best or the most expensive but also not the cheapest, it was a nice car that had the necessary to live. When arriving at his place, the snow was already filling the streets with its soft whiteness, he opens the door and gets inside after you. The place was... Nice? It was a bit messy but it was comfortable.

"Make yourself at home. The TV has a little sound problem but nothing that will bother you, I'm going to take a shower, there's a few snacks in the drawers in the kitchen if you feel hungry." He welcomes you, giving you a faint smile before going to his bedroom.

You look around... Should you explore? Yeah, why not? As soon as the shower starts, you begin to wander around the house. The drawers were filled with snacks and the fridge with water, milk and egg... Nothing else. How did this man lived? Whatever. You go to the living room and turns on the TV, putting on your favorite show, yeah, the sound definitely has a problem but your ears would probably get used to it, it was some sort of faint static it could be heard on the background but whatever. As you wander through the house, the drawer closes to the door catches your eye, you open it and... A pistol and a dog tag. Your eyes widen slightly but then you frown, you take the dog tag and before you can read anything in it, a hand rips the dog tag from yours, your heart falls, your face going pale.

You gulped and looked at König, his face was dark, his eyes filled with disappointment, your eyes immediately went back to the drawer, not wanting to look at him, your hands shaking. He sighs and throws the dog tag back in the drawer and closes it. "Forgot to lock it."

You two stay silent for a while, before you murmur an "Sorry." Nervously. He shakes his head, "Don't be. It's okay to be curious... Just don't do it again." His voice was deep and dark, like if he was giving an order...

"... I'm gonna order some pizza. We can watch a movie, c'mon." He tries to sound more excited as he pulls you by the waist, leading you to the couch. You were still shocked, but trying to relax as you do breathing exercises. He tried to make small talk but you were still thinking about the pistol and the dog tag...

The pizza arrives not long after, he picks it up and goes back to the couch, placing the pizza on top of the living room mini table and putting on some movie on Netflix.

The silence was uncomfortable, the pizza munching sounds not helping. After half an hour, he pauses the movie and looks at you. "I have to explain something to you." He says in a serious tone. You look back at him and gulps, nodding.

He takes a deep breath, "I used to be a soldier, a lieutenant. I was in the army from 17 to 29, almost 30. I retired earlier because of my mental health, it was killing me from the inside." He puts his hand on his chest, "I had no choice. I've done a lot of things that shouldn't have been done and I regret it with my heart."

"You're... A war criminal...?" You ask, the tone quiet and uncertain. He shakes his head, "No... No, not that I'm aware at least." He chuckles nervously, looking away, "I've... Killed a lot of men. My hands are filled with blood... But I've never wanted it, I never wanted to be a soldier, to kill people. I've always loved art, and I'm doing what I want, what I love now and I can't escape my past, it doesn't matter where I go. My soldier self is part of me, I can't get away from it." He vents, his tone getting sadder and more self aware.

You nod, taking a breath and sighing, "I don't know how it feels, how it is to have such a hard backstory... Are you in therapy at least?" You ask and he nods, "I take meds.. I don't want to talk about it."

Nodding, you sigh, "I understand... I'm sorry for sneaking in your things, I shouldn't have done that." You clench your fists and look at your lap, feeling trapped, disappointed at yourself... Until, he takes your chin and lifts your face to look at him. "It's okay." He says, softer, making your heart beat faster. He gets closer... Closer... Closer, until your lips touch his. You immediately kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He smiles on the kiss and takes you closer by your waist until your legs are on his lap. The kiss is soft, like a make-up kiss, warm.

You were the one to break the kiss, your eyes meeting his... And he panics, "Oh verdammt— es tut mir leid— I'm sorry, you're just so pretty and I'm so awkward, I'm-" He freaks out, immediately taking his hands out of your waist. You smile and giggle.

"It's okay, I liked it." You take him by the cheek, making him look at you. "You- you did?" He asks, not believing you. You nod and smile, "Yeah." "Y-yeah?" "Hell yeah!" You giggles and kisses him, you taking the lead now. This one was much more playful than intense as the last one, you break the kiss a few times because you were giggling and he starts giggling too. He pulls you closer as he lays down on the couch, you getting on top of him. You two start laughing, apparently for no reason at all.

After relaxing, you two just cuddled, he was warm and you even warmer due to your weight. It was comfortable and the closeness was making the heart of the both of you relax. Him giving you forehead kisses from time to time. "Hey... You wanna sleep here?" He asks and you nod, "Sure, why not."

The night falls and you were used to showering before sleeping and you definitely needed one... But you had no clothes to wear! He was okay with sharing the bed with you and you didn't want to smell bad. So you asked for some of his clothes, he at first laughed but then gave you a shirt and some boxers.

For some reason, the water of his shower was freezing cold and had no heating option, so poor you. His shirt was bigger than your, that was rare, that never happened with your exes, it was nice to now have someone that was bigger than you, it makes your heart warm... and the boxers a bit loose but fitted better than the shirt, you put your hair on a bun with a satin scrunchie and go to lay with him. The heater was on so that was nice. "Goodnight." You tell him before he turns off the lights and lays next to him.

..."Can we cuddle? You're warm and I like your weight on top of me..." He asks a bit shyly, your heart beating faster. You look at him and nod, snuggling closer to him, he pulls you closer, getting you slightly on top of him. "Goodnight." "Night..." And you both fall asleep.

When you woke up he was already up. You stretch and yawn, going to the kitchen after fixing your hair (or trying) and he was already there, eating his breakfast. His eyes light up as he sees you, "Morning. I made breakfast! Eat!" He says, sounding excited. You smile and join him, it wasn't the best but it was good enough.

You two spend the afternoon together, watching movies, chatting, playing in the snow. At night, you were ready to go home. He drives you to your place, and in the door, he kisses you goodbye.

You get in the house, very happily, smiling widely and your father notices, he smirks. "Just a friend, uh?" He teases and you chuckle. "Boyfriend now, dad." You correct him playfully and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew it.”

Sorry, this took too long!! I was in a creativity block and didn't know what to do but i hope this is fun to read!!! Love yall, stay safe, xoxo from Kel. Feel free to send me asks!

soap is the kind of guy to come back from deployment with two bullet wounds and his arm in a cast and just shrug it off like achhh it’s nothing serious hen. but when he gets the stomach flu he’s literally on deaths door whining and complaining pestering bird about her taking too long to cook him his chicken noodle soup. also she should really check his temperature again he’s still burning up :(