König Would Never In A Million Years Speak Up In A Public Environment, But When He Sees His Poor Schatz's

Johnny knows he's messed up when his sweet bonnie calls him "Johnathon"

pairing: john "soap" mactavish x gn!reader

You had a handful of nicknames you'd call Johnny.

Love, Honey, Baby — whatever you were in the mood for.

Johnny loved all your nicknames, always giggling and smiling ear to ear whenever you'd endearingly mention him. Ever since dating you he's never heard his actual name, even at base it'd be soap or johnny.

Until he messed up. Big time.

"We have to talk when you come home Johnathon."

It was just one message you sent to Johnny and he damn near shat his pants.

His mates knew something was up when he was eerily quiet — his usual dorky remarks and tease nowhere to be found and instead replaced by uncomfortable silence along with rhythmic thumping of his foot.

"What's got your knickers twisted Johnny?" Simon would question, arms crossed as he stared down at Johnny.

"The missus is angry with me."

Even Simon knew that was a death sentence — his mate might as well have one foot in the grave.

Johnny ran around town to gather a bouquet with your favorite flowers, candy, takeaway; he bought the whole damn city just to somewhat quell your wrath when he came home.

He hesitantly opened the door, and after only 2 second when he entered his house he immediately felt your looming presence.

"Johnathon." Your voice was stern, arms crossed, and an empty pint of ice cream in your hands.

Johnny gulped, his eyes darting from your scrunched face to the empty pint of ice cream.

Your favorite ice cream, nonetheless.

"Luv—"

"Don't. You greedy man!" You cussed at him, face scrunched in anger as your hand dug into the plastic body of the ice cream. "You ate all of my ice cream, and even had the audacity to put it back in the fridge after!"

Johnny knew he couldn't say anything back unless he wanted his bonnie to be even more angry at him, so he just stood and let you vent at him, calling him a gluttonous beast and every other name in the book (he deserved it because seriously, who leaves the ice cream in the fridge after they eat it?)

After you finished yelling at him, a bit breathless and panting, he'd scoop you into his arms — coddle and kiss you until all the anger washed out your body and you went back to calling him your baby.

He also made sure the next day you'd have your favorite ice cream tucked into the fridge, less he wants his poor bonnie to lash out at him again for his gluttony.

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Happy new years! I had the idea of reader doing the tradition of eating 12 grapes on new year day and miraculously meeting their dream man a week later (König)

pairing: König x gn!Reader

cw: robbery, police tw: knives (nothing done by König)

Despite the hurdles, challenges, and unfortunate breakups the past year had brought upon you — you still made it. You made it to the end of the year and now you're with your friends, all of you laughing and giggling while holding bowls of grapes under their rickety old dining table.

"This year I'm finding the man of my dreams. Tall, Kind—"

"The countdown is starting!" One of your friends suddenly interrupted, everyone looking at the TV screen as the countdown ensued.

All your voices muddled together as you counted along with the crowd shown on TV, smiling and shouting in enthusiasm when the clock ticked midnight and it was officially the new year.

Everyone hurriedly ate their 12 grapes, forced gurgles and swallows filling the room with uncomfortably gross sounds.

Thankfully you finished them all under a minute, gulping one last time before sighing in relief.

You crawled out from under the table, grabbing a glass of water to down after shoveling grapes down your throat.

Your heart thrummed at the idea of meeting your dream man soon, hoping that the 12 grapes would work in your favor.

They definitely did — just a lot quicker than you expected.

Unexpected as well.

A week later your workplace was getting robbed by some amateur, their hands shaking as they fumbled with a knife and were yelling out demands for all the money in the cash register.

You would think the scene was pathetic if you weren't at the other end of the knife. You tried your best to remain calm, assuring the robber you wouldn't call the cops as your hands meticulously bagged the money away, only for a man — a really big man — suddenly grab the guy and shove him onto the ground.

Honestly you weren't paying attention to the guy crying in pain or the sound of knuckles against skin from the punches the guy was swinging at the robber, your head foggy as you were actively dissociating from the chaotic scene.

"Miss," A gruff voice spoke to you, an Austrian accent present as he held the bloodied and bruised man by the scruff of his neck.

"Ah— sorry, let me call the police and- and thank you!" You stuttered out, your hands jittery as you fumbled out your phone and called the cops.

You sighed as you saw the robber get dragged away, your manager talking with the cops, and strangely the man lingering next to you.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his posture slightly hunched to meet your dazed gaze.

"Yeah, just— kinda still in shock," You mutter under your breath, a shaky exhale leaving your lips, a breath you weren't even aware you were holding the entire time.

"Do you like coffee?" The man questioned, his gaze firm and steady on your trembling figure.

You raise your head, eyebrows knitted together from the sudden question as you looked at the man's face first for the time.

He was wearing a black surgical mask and had a black hoodie to further hide his face, but you saw his serene blue eyes — heavy yet gentle as they gazed back down with you.

"Why are you asking?" The question finally leaves your lips after a beat of silence, your cheeks growing warm at how he kept looking at you with such fondness. It was so strange how he looked at you — so loving and patient even though he had just tussled with an armed man.

"I know a place not far from here. Let me take you,"

You nodded before your brain even registered what you agreed to, but you didn't mind. He saved you from a robber, getting coffee with the buff man seems reasonable as a sort of repayment.

It was barely even February when by some miracle you two began a relationship and he was exactly everything you wished for in a man. Exactly what you wished for on new years when you were munching on grapes under a wooden table with all your friends and fireworks erupting outside.

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「 Sergeant John "Soap" Mactavish ❤︎」

fluff ── . ❤︎

ꕤ Gentle Johnny ꕤ "Jonathon"

More to come ★

boydad!simon misses when his son was a little newborn.

[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]

cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

You liked to think that you showed off your son a decent amount of times with pride like every other parent — but Simon took it to a different level. Anyone who gave him a moment of their time would be subject to listening to him ramble about his adorable son and be forced to see the catalogue of videos he keeps in his gallery.

Regarding that information, It came to no one's surprise that he was a fanatic for taking pictures of your little boy — doesn't matter if it was just him simply playing with his blocks it needed to be photographed!

He began the tradition that once a month he'd take a cute picture of your son next to a ballon that said how old he was in months. He even bought a new polaroid camera for it so he can tuck the images away safely in a photo-book (and most definitely show to your son to tease him once he's older).

Today would be the 8th month of the tradition, your little boy already laying down on a soft wooly blanket as he happily kicked his feet and his chubby hands smacked against the ballon.

You smiled down at your son, cooing at him as you waited for Simon to come in with his camera.

But, after 10 minutes you began to worry. You scooped your son up from the blanket, carefully cradling him and walking to your master bedroom.

"Simon!" You called out into the house, your baby on your hip as you looked through the house for your husband.

Your hand curled around the door knob to your bedroom, creaking the wooden door open and your eyes landing on Simon sitting on the edge of the bed with one of your son's old baby onesies — the first one he wore after you took him back from the hospital.

"Oh, love." You whisper softly, your little boy letting out a curious gurgle when he saw his father sitting on the bed.

"He used to fit in this." Simon mumbled to himself, his hands gently running along the fabric of the onesie.

"Yea, our baby grew up so quick." You added, shuffling yourself to sit beside Simon while your baby squealed and sat in your lap.

"Can't believe it's already been 8 months. He'll be off to uni soon enough." Simon let out a shaky breath, your gaze growing softer seeing his eyes become glossy and his waterline filling with tears.

"He'll always be our baby even when he's grown, love." You reassuringly reminded Simon, a heavy sigh leaving him as his shoulders relaxed. Your little boy wriggled in your arms, crawling his way to his father's arm and giggling once Simon held him securely in his arms.

"You better not grow up too fast on me." Simon playfully lectured your son, cradling the little boy as his large hand gently ruffled his dirty blonde tuft of hair — same shade as his daddy's.

You smiled at the scene in front of you, your head against Simon's shoulder as you both looked lovingly down at your baby. He'll grow up and become a respectable young man, but for now he was in his father's arms and loved unconditionally.

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ꕤ Sergeant Keegan P. Russ

John prides himself in his professionalism but that professionalism wavered when he met his major's sweet eldest daughter.

cw: captain john price x fem!reader

John didn't become a captain through some stoke of luck. He clawed his way to the top — created a name for himself through sheer hard-work. Very few people could command him in the SAS, and one of those people was your father.

Your father was respected and feared, loved and detested — a man that made it to the top of the food chain with heavy scars to prove his worth.

You tagged along with your mother and father to some social event since your day was free while your little sisters went out with their friends. It's not like you had anything better to do so why not join them?

You smiled at every single one of your father's subordinates, noting how they all seemed to cower away and treated you like you were some bomb waiting to explode. It made a pout form on your face, feeling a bit frustrated that everyone thought you were like your gruff father.

Except one man. Captain price.

Not only did his warm smile make your heart leap out of your chest, but when he willingly extended his hand for a handshake and then kissed your knuckles — you became a puddle on the floor.

John knew the correct approach would have just been acknowledging his major's daughter but you were so pretty: your pretty navy blue blouse and chic white skirt that cut off at your thighs had his eyes glued to you. He swore you had a halo behind your head and a pair of white wings on your back — you looked so heavenly he would've fallen on his knees to worship you if you guys weren't at this event.

His boys could easily see the bewitched look on their captains face, teasing him and making smug remarks all throughout the night.

"The captains found a pretty bird, eh?"

He didn't care if you were the major's sweet daughter — he heard the soft gasp that came out your lips when his lips pressed against your skin and he knew he was going to be yours.

(Your dad was just happy that you picked one of his captains and not some snappy recruit)

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「 Captain John Price ❤︎」

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ꕤ Phone Layout ꕤ Major's Daughter

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boydad!simon misses when his son was a little newborn.

[ boydad!Simon - one - two - three ]

cw: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

You liked to think that you showed off your son a decent amount of times with pride like every other parent — but Simon took it to a different level. Anyone who gave him a moment of their time would be subject to listening to him ramble about his adorable son and be forced to see the catalogue of videos he keeps in his gallery.

Regarding that information, It came to no one's surprise that he was a fanatic for taking pictures of your little boy — doesn't matter if it was just him simply playing with his blocks it needed to be photographed!

He began the tradition that once a month he'd take a cute picture of your son next to a ballon that said how old he was in months. He even bought a new polaroid camera for it so he can tuck the images away safely in a photo-book (and most definitely show to your son to tease him once he's older).

Today would be the 8th month of the tradition, your little boy already laying down on a soft wooly blanket as he happily kicked his feet and his chubby hands smacked against the ballon.

You smiled down at your son, cooing at him as you waited for Simon to come in with his camera.

But, after 10 minutes you began to worry. You scooped your son up from the blanket, carefully cradling him and walking to your master bedroom.

"Simon!" You called out into the house, your baby on your hip as you looked through the house for your husband.

Your hand curled around the door knob to your bedroom, creaking the wooden door open and your eyes landing on Simon sitting on the edge of the bed with one of your son's old baby onesies — the first one he wore after you took him back from the hospital.

"Oh, love." You whisper softly, your little boy letting out a curious gurgle when he saw his father sitting on the bed.

"He used to fit in this." Simon mumbled to himself, his hands gently running along the fabric of the onesie.

"Yea, our baby grew up so quick." You added, shuffling yourself to sit beside Simon while your baby squealed and sat in your lap.

"Can't believe it's already been 8 months. He'll be off to uni soon enough." Simon let out a shaky breath, your gaze growing softer seeing his eyes become glossy and his waterline filling with tears.

"He'll always be our baby even when he's grown, love." You reassuringly reminded Simon, a heavy sigh leaving him as his shoulders relaxed. Your little boy wriggled in your arms, crawling his way to his father's arm and giggling once Simon held him securely in his arms.

"You better not grow up too fast on me." Simon playfully lectured your son, cradling the little boy as his large hand gently ruffled his dirty blonde tuft of hair — same shade as his daddy's.

You smiled at the scene in front of you, your head against Simon's shoulder as you both looked lovingly down at your baby. He'll grow up and become a respectable young man, but for now he was in his father's arms and loved unconditionally.

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könig would never in a million years speak up in a public environment, but when he sees his poor schatz's sullen face after getting handed the wrong item — social anxiety suddenly never existed to him.

pairing: könig x gn!reader cw: social anxiety

You and König both bonded over the fact you hated unnecessary interactions with other people. You were practically carbon copies of each other; preferring to keep conversations at a minimum and then hurriedly walk back to your office (König's office) and recharge after any social interaction. Doesn't matter if it was a simple "how was your day" coffee talk — you'd whine and fumble into König's lap after to recharge in his warm, bearish hug.

König found it adorable how you used him like a charger, feeling safe in his grasp knowing your feelings were understood and validated. He knew what it was like — his social anxiety stunted him in the conversational skill department as well so he was acutely aware how draining and nerve-wracking the simplest of conversations could be.

On the rare occasions you two have a date night that isn't binge watching shows, you both pick quiet and intimate locations — like tonight you two decided on a fine dining restaurant. Yea it'll be expensive, but better than a concert where you're surrounded by strangers, right?

It was enjoyable for the most part; the atmosphere was romantic and the restaurant was elegantly designed. Only problem — they gave you the wrong dish.

Your face dropped, scrunching in dissatisfaction at the meal in front of you that you definitely did not order; and your grimaced expression did not go unnoticed by König.

It broke his heart seeing his liebchen's sullen expression. He knew you wouldn't call over the waiter to tell them the mistake, so for probably the first time in nearly his 4 decades of existence he called over the waiter.

"This is the wrong order." König nearly growled out, his voice stern and monotone as the waiter quickly spewed out apologies and whisked the plate off the table.

You stared at König, wide-eyed that he did that knowing how uncomfortable it must have made him feel.

"König—"

"Don't worry about it mein Schatz, I'm fine. You know I'd do anything for you, ja?" He gave you that sweet and adoring smile, and you swear you could feel your heart melting and falling in love with him all over again.

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