leftshoeuntied - Tumblr blog

leftshoeuntied · 22 hours ago

Text

Hesh x reader

3.8k | fluff, fix it, doggos After the war, Hesh started over, one walk with Riley at a time

Gabriel Rorke died with the sinking train that July afternoon. The kinetic rods raining over the horizon marked the start of a new world.

Hesh’s chest pounded as medic surrounded him. Each inch of his body sore as agony radiated from his abdomen in pangs, the Chilean sand grated against his skin. But with Logan next to him, even that it was just the two of them now, he knew things could be alright again.

He managed a smile through the blinding pain as his eyes fluttered.

At least he could rest now. Finally. After 10 years with the weight on his shoulders.

Sometimes Hesh stared out his apartment window, overlooking the neighbourhood park. Not often, but on nights when it was too silent, when his bed was too big and too cold… When his ribs felt like they were unfurling for his pleading heart to flee, he let his mind wander back to that fateful day.

The plunge of the derailed train into the ocean should have killed him - three of them. At the very least, the .44 Magnum bullet shot point blank was supposed to when it hit his armour and broke his ribs from the impact.

He was supposed to be dead, like Rorke was. He, too, should have been extracted by recon from the wreck and shipped back to San Diego in a body bag.

But he didn’t, and the mighty sun still rose in the East, and set in the West.

With the end of the war, the country crawled back to its feet. Back to normal. The real normal, pre-Federation. Nothing was going to erase history, but the city stood taller and prouder each day.

It still felt like a dream that a year ago, California wasn’t more than a wasteland. That the streets and landmarks he knew as a child were nothing but rubble and dust in endless craters.

Now, there were parks, restaurants and communities. Things he couldn’t imagine ever seeing again in his lifetime, let alone in such a short time. The country was healing, and so were the hearts of its citizens.

But that night was one of those nights again. He didn’t worry though - there was nothing his comfort food couldn’t remedy.

“I’ll be back soon,” he said to Riley, curled at the foot of his bed, before heading to the food truck lot.

Hesh brisk-walked through the park back to his apartment, warm and perfectly crisp loaded hashbrowns with lemonade from his favourite food truck in hand.

When he spotted a woman with her dog headed towards him, he slowed. It was a massive rottweiler, panting happily as he strolled next to you, leash slack.

He smiled at the sight. What could he say? He loved dogs, especially well-trained ones.

As you got closer, the dog’s brown eyes zeroed in on him - typical for dogs to be alert of their surroundings. What he didn’t expect as they passed each other though, was for the canine to charge at him, smacking the bag and cup out of his hand with his snout.

You gasped. Yanking the beast’s leash, keeping it away from the mess of his drink, now pathetically splattered on the ground.

“I am so sorry!” Your eyes cut to him, before squatting to salvage the bag and handing it to him.

He inspected his meal, thankfully still contained in the box albeit jumbled up from the tumble.

You picked up the empty cup and looked over at your dog. “Colin! Look what you’ve done!” you scolded.

The culprit immediately stopped pulling and sat next to you, pushing his forehead against your thigh as he let out a whimper.

“No, don’t apologise to me.”

The dog trotted over in silence and did the same to Hesh. As confused as he was, he chuckled. He’d never met a dog like that.

“Did you get that from one of the food trucks? Please let me buy you a new one.”

He waved his hand dismissively. “It’s fine. It was an accident.”

“No, no. Please, we’re heading there too. Or if you don’t have the time, at least let me pay for the meal.”

He considered. Lemonade was an important part of his meal.

“I’m terribly sorry,” you said again, wincing. “He doesn’t usually do that.”

“It’s fine, really. My dog goes insane too whenever I get this,” he reassured, feeling bad about how remorseful you were. “I don’t know what kind of magical bacon they put in here.”

You smiled, turning to him. “You have a dog? What kind?”

“German Shepherd. His name’s Riley.”

“How cute! Do you take him here too?”

“Sometimes.” Almost never. With Riley getting enough exercise on base, he never had to take him on longer walks.

“I think I’d have remembered him if you do. I love German Shepherds.”

“You come here a lot then?”

You nodded. “I live nearby.”

You insisted on replacing his entire meal, and decided on one for yourself as you’d never tried the place before. As you ordered, Colin slipped between your legs, watching your six. When you moved to the side to wait for the order, your pet stayed vigilant as you mindlessly rubbed his head.

“He’s incredibly trained,” Hesh admired. “Can I pet-”

He didn’t even move an inch, but Colin looked up and growled at him.

You chuckled. “He needs time to warm up to strangers, hold on. Colin, let him pet you.”

The dog grumbled like a petulant child before sitting down with a huff, frozen, staring up at Hesh. It was concerning, its emptiness. If he had blue eyes, it would have been as unsettling as Keegan’s.

“Are you sure he’s not going to bite my hand off?” he asked, partly joking. “I don’t speak dog, but I’m pretty sure he just dissed me.”

You laughed. “He won’t, I promise. He’s the sweetest, see?” You scratched under his jaw, making him pant, tail swaying. When you retracted your hand, he slipped back to his composed stature and hard gaze.

He paused, considering how much he liked his hand. “You know what, maybe next time.”

You smiled. “No hard feelings.”

When your orders were up, you turned to Colin as you headed back thorough the park. “You’ll get a little piece later if you don’t smack it out of my hand, boy.”

“I was going to ask if you trained him,” Hesh said, this time holding onto his meal more securely.

“I did. My cousin is a trainer, and taught me how to.”

“I think you did a wonderful job.”

“Thank you, but it’s nothing special. I only taught him the basics, and.. Well, how to look mean when he needs to.” You chuckled. “He never bites, just snarls and barks at strangers if they’re too close. Enough to get people to back off. But he’s very social with other dogs.”

“Well, my point stands.”

“What about you, did you train Riley yourself?”

“No. He’s a military dog, so I was only responsible for a small part of it,” he said, before adding, “But I did teach him how to walk on his front legs, if that counts.”

You laughed. “I’d love to meet him sometime. Never met a K9 before, especially not one which does that.”

He beamed, liking the sound of your laughter. Crisp yet soft, genuine. He let his eyes linger on your side profile. You were more than pretty with your kind eyes and easy curl of your soft lips.

When you approached one of the park gates, you slowed to a stop.

“My place is this way.”

“Mine’s is still straight ahead,” he said, stuffing his hand in his pocket. “I’m He- David. David Walker. By the way.”

“Sorry again for the trouble, David. Enjoy dinner!”

“Yeah. Okay. See you around.”

After you turned, he made his way home with a small smile that kept him company.

The end of the war was a very welcomed change, but having only known destruction and losses his entire adult life, Hesh had taken some time getting used to the past year.

He was still a Lieutenant in the Army, still a part of Ghosts. While most of his teammates were older than him, they didn’t seem to find trouble adjusting back to life. Evidently, they had waited forever to carry on with their lives. Some of them wasted no time getting back into dating, few had even developed steady relationships.

Meanwhile, the older Walker brother only woke, went to work, took care of Riley before ending the day. Rinse and repeat. It was the only thing he knew. He had nothing to ‘get back to’. He hadn’t even used his government name for so long, he almost introduced himself as Hesh because no one called him David.

So it wasn’t weird that he wanted more at the ripe age of 29, right? Nor was it weird to walk Riley after work, surely?

For a week straight, he did, but never saw you again. It was then it occurred to him the late the hour you went the other day probably wasn’t your regular schedule.

He needed excitement, something to break up his mind-numbing routine. The thought of seeing you again, even that he didn’t know when it’d be, made him want to squeal and shake Riley by his shoulders. So he tried going out earlier and earlier each time, in hopes of encountering you again.

“Logan, I think I might like someone,” Hesh started in the rec room after another week without seeing you.

He had a better bet asking the veterans, like Merrick or Keegan, but he found it too embarrassing with the obvious disparity in experience. His brother wouldn’t make fun of him, right?

The younger Walker gasped and paused his coffee stirring. “Who’s the unfortunate woman?”

His lips pressed into a thin line. He shouldn’t have asked the child. “We’ve only met once, at the park. I’m hoping to see her again soon, but yeah, what’s the best way to ask someone out?”

He nodded, shooting a knowing look at his brother. “You find a common interest and ask if she wants to do it with you,” he replied simply, continuing his stirring with a shrug.

Hesh lit up. That was a brilliant advice, and in hindsight, terribly obvious. Undoubtedly, as a fellow dog lover, you’d appreciate dog parks or a hike.

He didn’t have to break his head over courting after all.

It took another week before Hesh finally met you again.

He didn’t expect to, judging by the hour. It was the first time he had enough energy whatsoever after consecutive days of overtime, but it was one of those nights again.

He paused when he saw you from afar. Colin’s imposing figure was unmistakeable. He wished he’d worn something nicer than his worn beanie and hoodie he’d carelessly pulled on. He had no excuse for his overgrown facial hair either.

You squinted and he couldn’t help the lopsided grin that cracked his face as he gave you a small wave. You lit up in recognition and quickened your pace towards him.

“David! Hi.”

“Hi,” he muttered, biting his lip as his heart tingled. Next to him, Riley panted as he observed the company.

You smiled down at the him. “And you must be Riley.”

He boofed, wagging his tail.

“You can pet him,” Hesh encouraged, watching how Colin circled the K9 before his tail swayed in interest.

“Hi, Riley.” You held your hand out for him to sniff before reaching to rub the side of his neck. “This is Colin.”

Colin panted, tapping his front feet.

“Are you getting dinner too?” Hesh asked when you straightened up.

“No, we’re heading home actually. I ate before the walk, which is why we came out a little late.”

“Oh, don’t let me keep you then.”

“That’s okay.” Your gaze slipped down to the doggos, tails wagging as they smelled each other. “Look how happy they are. I think we can do another lap.”

He was not going to say no to that.

“You want me to hold him?”

“Sure.” You pat Colin’s head. “David is going to hold your leash, okay?”

When you handed him the leash, your pet stared up at him for a second before continuing the stroll. At least he didn’t look like he was trying to bite Hesh’s hand off. In fact, he brushed against Hesh’s leg a few times after. He was oddly delighted by the approval.

He asked you about what you did and what you liked to do in your free time, eager to know more about the woman his mind had been wandering off to for weeks. He asked follow-up questions to keep you talking, enjoying the way you lit up when talking about your interests, the way joy radiated out of you. It was admiration, but there was something else under that tasted different on his tongue.

Nearing the gate to yours, he finally braved himself to ask, “Do you like chicken nuggets?”

You laughed. “Of course. Who doesn’t?”

“You want to get some with me sometime?” With the heat creeping up his neck, he gawked at your blooming smile a beat too long. “We can go to a dog park afterwards.”

“That sounds wonderful. I’d love that.”

In his head, he pumped his fists.

You exchanged numbers before you headed home. This time, he allowed himself to look at you walking away for a moment before turning back with a grin and a content sigh, his loaded hashbrown craving long forgotten.

The aforementioned grin carried over into the next morning. There was a spring to Hesh’s step as he strolled into the office.

“That’s suspect,” Logan concluded, eyes narrowing at his brother as they passed each other in the hall.

“I have a date on Saturday,” he almost squeaked.

He smacked his back. “Hey, look at that. My advice worked, huh?”

“Yeah. I asked if she wanted to get nuggies with me.”

The proud smile faltered as he stared, waiting for him to say he was joking, but there was nothing. He shook his head, walking away. “I can’t believe she said yes. Lord, give her strength.”

Hesh pulled up in front of your building to you already waiting. It was impossible to not smile back at the sight of you waving at him so warmly.

Colin boofed at Riley in the lined backseat, the window partly rolled down, earning a bark in reply. After Hesh helped to secure your pup next to his K9, he licked Hesh’s hand as if to thank him. He smiled, scratching the Rottweiler’s neck.

“Thank you for picking us up,” you said, strapping yourself in.

You were dressed for comfort in a loose shirt and denim shorts. Why did you look so good in such a simple outfit? Meanwhile, Hesh had shaved and donned a coach jacket over his white t-shirt and light-washed jeans. Layers make you look like you have your shit together, as Logan had expertly advised the day before.

He tried to not stare. “Was my pleasure.”

You got nuggies and brought them to the park across. He laid out a blanket under a tree and unpacked the meal.

You pulled out a Tupperware and a thermos flask. “I always make peanut butter sandwiches when we go to a dog park. I made extra, in case you and Riley want some. And lemonade for you.”

“I love peanut butter, and lemonade.” He smiled. “But you already knew that.”

“And for the dogs.” You unpacked a smaller bag, revealing a container of chicken cubes, boiled eggs, cucumber, carrot and apple sticks, along with a few toys.

“That’s very sweet, really. Thank you.”

You had lunch as you chatted while the leashed doggos enjoyed their snacks and busied themselves with the toys after. He didn’t want to gawk, but the sun made you glow, bringing out the pretty colours of your kind eyes. The breeze caressed your hair, as if inviting him for a touch too. You tucked a strand away from your face before turning to him. He blinked before his gaze slid to the ground.

Hesh helped tidy up the wrappings, setting them aside. He sipped the last of his lemonade as you lay on your side, your hand propping yourself up to face him.

Riley crawled in front of you before flipping over onto his back, leaving Colin to chew on his toy at the foot of the blanket. You scratched his belly.

“I heard people in the military have interesting nicknames. Do you have one too?”

He chuckled, laying to face you too. “Hesh. H-E-S-H.”

“Oh, where did that come from?”

“Will you promise not to laugh?”

“How can I not laugh now when you say that!”

That grin of yours was contagious.

“I was obsessed with hashbrown as a kid, so I gave myself that nickname. Before you say anything,” he added quickly. “Yes, it’s lame, but as a teenager I thought I was slick when I spelt it with an E. And it just carried over.”

“No, I don’t think it’s lame. With how much I loved ketchup, it should have been my nickname too.” You chuckled. “How long have you served?”

“I enlisted right when I turned 18, a few months after ODIN…” He did the math. “So 11 years now.”

“You always wanted to be a soldier then?”

He paused. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.” His gaze wondered past you as he exhaled. “I wanted to do something with my hands, wanted to be a mechanic. But dad was a career soldier, so it’s no surprise we went down this road, my younger brother and I.” His green eyes went back to you. “I… Wanted to make him proud.”

There was a beat before you sat up. “I’m sorry,” you muttered.

“It’s okay,” he gestured for you to lay back down.

Your eyes searched his. There was understanding in them that made him feel bare, but the tenderness in them made him want to keep it that way.

“I struggled a lot at first.” He smiled to himself, averting his gaze. “It was hell. My body never went through anything close to the training we had. But I couldn’t give up, not when something so awful was happening out there. And I’m glad I didn’t. We got to serve with him - with dad. We keep him in our hearts this way.”

At the word, Riley flipped over and turned to Hesh with a whimper, his eyes pleading.

“I know, buddy. I miss him too.” He scratched behind his fluffy ear, exhaling. “He never said it, but I hope he’s proud of m-“ He shook his head, chuckling. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling…”

“You can tell me if you want to.” You placed a reassuring hand on his forearm.

Before his eyes could flick down at the touch, you’d retracted your hand to stroke the K9’s side.

He lingered for a moment before reaching over and curling his hand over yours, stopping your movement. “It’s just… Sometimes, I feel like I’m walking someone else’s path. That this isn’t supposed to be my story, not where I end up.”

You squeezed your hand over the tips of his fingers. “I think you have plenty of time to figure it out. It’s never too late to start over, as long as you have the courage to fail. And from what I see, with that kind of resilience, you have a lot of it.”

He let out a shaky breath. He wanted to give you a hug. No, that was a lie. He wanted to hug you, wanted to feel your arms around him. If you held him long enough, he wouldn’t fall apart, would he?

“Thank you,” he whispered instead.

But your hand remained in his, warm and comforting. It was close enough.

You moved to the off-leash area to play fetch and tug of war with the doggos. A small smile played on his lips the entire time your pretty fingers laced between his. Sometimes you’d caress his forearm, squeezing it when he made you laugh. He took his jacket off, wanting to feel your touch on his skin.

When the sun started to dip, you and two very happy but tired good bois headed back to his SUV, your fingers curling over the crook of Hesh’s elbow. As he secured them in the backseat, you asked if it was alright to go get some coffee.

“Of course,” he said, glad the day didn’t have to end yet.

“We’ll get pupcups for them too.”

“Pupcups?”

The barista at the drive-thru handed him two small paper cups of whipped cream, the dogs’ names scribbled on them.

“I never knew this was a thing,” he chuckled, driving off to park after thanking the staff.

“Colin loves it.” You looked over your shoulder at your pet who was mega wiggling his butt in the backseat.

He put his car in park and watched as you held the cup out to the German Shepherd.

“Wait, Colin. This isn’t yours,” you said.

Riley leaned in, sniffing its contents before sampling it. His tail sped up as he pushed his nose into the cup, licking every corner.

Next to him, Colin whimpered, his feet padded on the seat as he licked his lips in anticipation. When it was his turn, he dove right into the cup, lapping at the treat with so much excitement sending blobs of it onto your hair.

“Slow down, boy!” You giggled.

Too late. He had wiped the cup squeaky clean.

“If I don’t look, he might just eat the cup,” you joked, facing forwards and setting the cups aside.

“You have some…” Hesh let out a small laugh as he pointed at his hair, his heart fluttering.

You flipped down the visor, inspecting yourself in the mirror. You shook your head with an amused smile and reached for the tissue, but he beat you to it and helped wipe away the stray cream.

It was then he realised his hand was shaking and that his cheeks were on fire. He turned away, eyes on his fists on his thighs.

When you cupped his face, his eyes widened at you. You leaned in over the console, planting a quick kiss on his right cheek before casting your gaze down and fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

A kaleidoscope of butterflies stirred in his belly as he reached for your hand. You returned his smile with one of yours that always made him melt. With the pink Californian sunset behind you, you were breathtaking.

Hesh let out a content sigh.

Maybe you were right. It was never too late to start over.

Masterlist

@tiredmetalenthusiast @keegansshark @milkteaarttime @blacktacmopsi yo hesh hivemind wassup

#this was so cute and so good oh my god 🙂‍↕️😭🫶🏻#cod hesh #david hesh walker #hesh x reader #cod hesh x reader #hesh

37 notes · View notes

leftshoeuntied · 1 day ago

Text

R2-D2's favoritism towards Anakin is so funny like, he's canonically the most foul-mouthed, ill-tempered, grump old cat-coded droid. The cute appearance is only an illusion to lure you in just so he can tase you, and maybe also kick you from behind just because he wants to. Even the disney princess Obi-Wan loved by all animals on first sight doesn't get along with R2. But he just. likes. Anakin. He's the wingman, he's emotional support, he's a good helper in battle. He carries snacks and checks if Anakin is hungry. He looks at this also ill-tempered angsty goth kid and said, yep that's my bff. Meanwhile Anakin goes around saying things like R2 is such a sweetheart 😌he's a little angel he's literally the best buddy anyone could ask for and I will risk my life to save him. Everyone else just looks like the demon droid and be like what the fuck are you talking about.

#pls I love r2 so much 😭#anakin skywalker

927 notes · View notes

leftshoeuntied · 1 day ago

Text

Chai tea bag + lil but of brown sugar + apple cider packet + 16 oz. mug of hot but not quite boiling water

it will not Fix You but like. maybe. maybe.

50K notes · View notes

leftshoeuntied · 2 days ago

Text

very much inspired by a post i’ll link at the bottom to avoid spoilers

i love putting john price in situations

simon had known price for over a decade, had served under him as his lieutenant for a good portion of it, so he was pretty confident in answering yes when asked if he thought he knew the captain well.

he could acknowledge he wasn’t as close as say laswell may have been, but he knew that price’s wife was not common knowledge around the base either.

he’d pieced it together over the years on missions; catching the odd comment shared over coms; the glint of a ring around his neck; the odd teased mention of her when they sat in the rec room after barely scraping through a tough spot, when price needed the company as well as the silence ghost offered before returning to the real world.

it was how simon knew the sergeants were staying when price let slip about her one day. because he doesn’t let anything slip, wouldn’t, especially about her.

“got anyone at home waiting for you, sir?” gaz asked as he sighed impatiently over the coms, hour three of silently waiting and watching had finally gotten to him.

“i do,” price said simply, not offering any further information. ghost could imagine the amusement tugging at his daft facial hair as price refused to continue without prompting and simon smiled under his mask when he heard johnny scoff next to him before chiming in.

“c’mon sir, give us a wee bit more’n that,” he weedled. “when’d ya meet? is she nice?”

john hummed, the sound low and crackly over the radio in their ears. “met when i moved.”

“oh, a real meet-cute type thing, eh?” gaz teased.

john ignored him. “wouldn’t say she’s nice, soap. she’s more than that. ‘nice’ is your aunt’s new wallpaper; you have permission to shoot me point blank if i start calling her nice.”

“what is she then?” ghost piped up. this was the chattiest john had ever been on the subject and he was going to take advantage.

john went silent for long enough that the three men thought that was it, the end to their sharing session and knowing more about their captain outside of work. simon chewed the inside of his cheek.

“she’s devoted,” john whispered finally before his voice firmed. “heads up, team, movement 2 o’clock. anyone got eyes on the target?”

—

it was months later when she was brought up again, the team thinking. nothing of it until price’s phone pinged in his pocket enough times to pique johnny’s interest as they prepped to leave.

“that the wife, sir?” he asked.

john huffed, didn’t bother checking his phone as he turned and shook his head. “she’s clingy, but she doesn’t bother me when i’m at work.”

“how’d you know?” gaz asked. “could be an emergency.”

��‘n’ how’d you get her to agree tae tha’?” soap followed up quickly, having had issues with his own flings petering out when he was distant and slow to reply.

“been with her long enough now it’s routine,” john said simply. he checked his weapons before heading for the exit. “helo in 5, be air ready.”

—

the mission had gone to shit, and they were stuck hidden in a building that looked like it was 10 seconds away from collapsing under a brisk wind when ghost finally felt his patience snap.

it was no one’s fault, but being stuck in another country with no back up and a target on their backs for an extra three weeks wasn’t ideal and johnny’s insistence on playing cards at every opportunity to keep his idle hands and mind busy combined with gaz’s tinny whistling had made for the perfect scenario to grate on simon’s patience quicker than anything else ever had.

“tell us about her. ya wife,” simon asked, his gaze slipping across to john, watching him pick at his nails. his cuticles were red and raw from four days of agitated fidgeting since they’d ran out of cigars and cigarettes. every so often simon caught him pat his empty pocket before he’d remember and huff heavily through his nose like a bull.

john closed his eyes at the mention of his wife and sighed. he started his description without protest or hesitance. “shes soft spoken. christ, you’d hardly know she was there half the time, she’s so quiet. but she’s firm. stands her ground no matter what,” he chuckled. “don’t think i’ve ever won an argument against her.”

kyle laughed and ghost closed his own eyes, trying to picture what he thought the captain’s wife might look like. pretty certainly, but was she tall, plump, did she have an endearing gap between her front teeth, did she keep her hair short or long?

“she’s a bit of a homebody,” john admitted bashfully, unaware of simon’s drifting thoughts. “but i can’t say i mind it.”

“not wanting to leave the bedroom much when yer back?” johnny joked, hissing when ghost punched his thigh.

john just smiled placidly, eyes still closed. his eyebrows pulled down as he gushed, “god she’s gorgeous in red. wears it every time i come home.”

“lucky bastard,” gaz huffed.

“yeah.” john nodded and finally opened his eyes. “yeah, lucky.”

“you’ll be back with her soon, cap,” gaz reassured him when he saw price swallow thickly.

“thanks, gaz. now who’s taking first watch tonight? soap?”

—

john was quiet on the plane ride home, not unusually so, but ghost noticed the difference all the same.

he was pensive perhaps, worried what his wife would say when he finally got home a month later than scheduled, uncontactable the entire time. ghost could understand to a certain degree that john would have more important things on his mind than what his three subordinates were going to do as soon as they stepped foot on home soil, so he didn’t push when john ignored the few threads of conversation thrown his way by their younger sergeants. instead he nodded when john said a quick goodbye as they all parted ways in the airport.

simon could only assume john was the same all the way home in the cab that dropped him outside of his little three bed house.

he didn’t see however how john hesitated at the door to his home that evening. how he gripped the front door keys tightly in his fist, shook as he stared down at his feet instead of letting his eyes drift and catch on the windows, and felt as though he could crack a tooth from how hard he was clenching his teeth.

he finally opened the door when he thought the neighbours might begin to get worried and stepped inside, flicking on the lights as he went.

it wasn’t until he got to the kitchen that he found her.

stood bare foot, silent, eyes wide and pleading, blood seeping - always seeping. would it ever stop? would the blood ever end? - through her white pyjama top, his top that she’d borrowed for the night, and trickling down her bare legs.

her mouth opened and she visibly struggled for breath, but no sound escaped even as her tongue wagged on the floor of her mouth, lapping at the backs of her teeth as all words escaped her.

he swallowed back bile.

“hello, sweetheart,” he choked out. “sorry i’m late.”

the blood pooled at her feet, the panties she wore were seeped a dark purple from the viscus liquid dying the dark blue material and the shirt stuck to her front. john had remembered loving seeing her like this in a morning, had always thought she looked best in as little clothing as possible.

“i know you hate it when work keeps me busy, but it was unexpected. we were caught—“ a high screech, not dissimilar to that of a whistle that only a dog could hear, pierced through his ears and cut his words short. he curled in and covered his ears, but he knew it would do no good, he should’ve known better than to talk about work around her.

not after what had happened last time he got back late after overtime.

tears prickle at his eyes and the sound abruptly stopped. he’d never questioned why it seemed to be only him that could hear her protests, why his neighbours never mentioned a shrill cry every so often from his home. he had always said she was made for him and that had apparently translated literally into the afterlife.

he looked up at her again - it was best not to ignore her he found. it only made her angry.

“it won’t happen again,” he promised wetly. “i did my best to get back as soon as i could, i promise, sweetheart—“ he choked on his words, biting back a sob. she watched unblinkingly, silent except for the wet squelch of her feet on the laminate.

they both knew he wasn’t apologising for being late this time. he got like this sometimes, when her agonised face and mangled body was too much to bear after a long mission and the guilt bore down like a physical presence.

he couldn’t help but think if he’d gotten home even just an hour earlier he might’ve been able to save her, to have kept her company instead of leaving her on the floor alone and cold, maybe he could have caught the bastards that had hurt her while he was still travelling back from deployment after agreeing to hang back and finish his paperwork there and then instead of emailing it across.

he reached a shaking hand forward and blew out a ragged breath when his hand met nothing but frigid air. but when he brought his hand up to his face he could smell the copper tang of his dead wife’s blood on his skin. the stench unwashable, cloying, but if he concentrated hard enough it ever so faintly smelt like the vanilla perfume she used to wear.

“was telling the lads about you, love,” he forced an empty chuckle as he walked around her to the kettle and went through their usual routine. “think they might’ve fallen a little in love, not that i could blame them.”

he ran a hand over his face and gave himself a moment to let the tears fall as his palm hid his eyes. her silence was the worst part of it all, but he could see the glaring red of her in his peripheral when he dropped his hand to the counter.

it wasn’t pretending his wife was still alive if she was right there at his shoulder, was it?

“looks like i’ll need to grab you some more pg tips, sweetheart,” he said and poured the boiling water into two cups, sparing a glance over his shoulder at his wife. “we’re almost out.”

post link

#oh my god so good #reminds me of the broken neck lady from haunting of hill house (one of my fav shows)#price x reader #cw mcd #cw gore

122 notes · View notes

leftshoeuntied · 2 days ago

Text

König x Reader Blurb

feel like I'm in a bit of a creative rut right now, so just trying to write what comes to me if you'll forgive me if not good haha :)

CW: mentions of nightmares, but no in depth explanation of what's in them, military!reader, not edited

Everything that could’ve gone wrong during this mission went wrong. Hours late to the safe house, your hike to the safe house had doubled in time and night had already fallen around the two of you. As you drag your feet into the safehouse behind your CO, you nearly let yourself fall to tears. Separated from the rest of your team in the commotion of the last attack, it was just you and König in the safehouse tonight and the rest of your team should be back early tomorrow morning.

You held back the tears, but you couldn’t help the shaky breaths you let out. Although it wasn’t your home, there was a bit of relief that you were away from all of the immediate chaos tonight, behind real walls and that your team should have exfil tomorrow.

König let out a gruff get yourself settled before heading into dining room area to prep some food for himself, you assumed. Readjusting your rucksack on your shoulders, you head down the dark hallway, peeping your head into the different doors along the walk to check the different rooms. You counted out three bedrooms, each with two twin beds tucked into them and one full bath at the end of the hallway. Quickly you tossed your bag into the doorway of the room closest to the bathroom, before heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

The warm water helped to soothe your muscles, but the inside of your brain still felt like it was moving a million miles a minute. You emerged from the hallway into the living room area to find König set on the couch, bowl of food in one hand, remote in the other, flipping through the few staticky antenna channels on the television before settling on some black and white movie. Once he saw you, he nodded his head towards the kitchen and lifted the bowl of food, implying that he made extra for you to grab some.

Dinner passed, and you thanked him for leaving you the extra, but had to wish him a goodnight. Today’s mission still weighed heavily on you, and you had hoped that some sleep in a real bed, even if just some twin bed in a random safehouse, could help you relax and release the stress from your bones. Sure enough, your exhaustion caught up to you but your sleep was anything but relaxing. When you woke up in a fright you could still feel your heart racing and the sweat dripping down your back, your dreams were a repeat of everything that happened earlier that day, but somehow worse, that you were only the one who made it back to the safehouse, unclear of the safety of your team.

The darkness of your empty room felt too heavy, hating that you couldn’t see the other bed in your room, even if you knew it was empty. You debated in your head what would be a worse option; staying in your room alone and not getting any sleep, or possibly waking up your CO just to tell him you had a nightmare. The second option was embarrassing and anxiety inducing enough on its own, but at least it gave you the chance of some sleep tonight. Seeing König could help you convince your brain that you’re not fully alone, but also you felt like a small child again looking for a parent for comfort.

Finally, after a few minutes of silent debate, the chance of sleep outweighed the small moment of embarrassment, and you threw your legs over the side of your bed onto the ground to start your shuffle.

You knocked softly on the closed door across the hallway from you, but heard no movement from inside. You knew he was in there and should be safe, but you couldn’t help the panic starting to swirl in your stomach. Your spiraling state only clouded your brain more, your nightmares started to feel real.

“König?” you asked out softly, trying to choke back the scared sob crawling up the back of your throat. From there you hear a bed creak and heavy footsteps heading towards you. With a creak of the door, it swings softly open and König stares back down at you, or at least you assume so, between the mask and the darkness of the room and hallway blurring your vision a bit.

“Are you okay?” He asks lowly, the gruff sleepiness lining his tone.

“I’m sorry, I just, my dreams felt too real, I just had to double check…” You start, but the more you try to explain yourself, the more embarrassed you feel. You shouldn’t be letting these nightmares and anxieties effect you so much, especially in front of your CO.

“Would you like to sleep in here tonight?”

“I-“ you begin, but before you could even dissuade the idea and say you’ll be fine, König cuts you off.

“Go grab your sheets from your bed, let’s get you set up.”

Thank you, you whispered softly before turning back to your room in pulling your sheets quickly off of your bed. König followed you in to the room, grabbing your rucksack off the ground and plopped it by his own by the door of your now shared room. König had stepped back out of the room when you started to tuck your sheets onto the new bed. Part of you started to feel bad now for encroaching on his space in this small room. Yes, there were two beds in this room so you technically had your own space tonight, but there were now two other rooms with four empty beds that you should’ve been able to sleep in for one night without having to share a room with your CO.

After your new bed had been made and you had sat, König reemerged into the room with a mug of tea in his hands, and placed it carefully down on the windowsill next to your bed. “It’s peppermint, it’ll help settle your nerves. Drink it while it’s still warm.”

And with that, König turns and gets back into his own bed. Settling back on your own bed, you grab the mug from the windowsill and hold it close to your chest, taking some of its warmth. “Thank you” you say softly again, you guess he’s close to sleep again or at least trying since he’s on his back again looking up at the ceiling, but you can’t tell if his eyes are closed or not.

Rolling onto his shoulder, he let out an easy yawn and a soft gruff “of course now get some sleep, yeah?”

Holding his eye contact you gave him a small smile and nod, “thank you”. You think you might see his eyes crinkle softly and with a small nod, he falls onto his back, settling back onto his own mattress. Soon soft snores started to fill the room, and you finished your last sip of tea before shuffling down further on the mattress and snuggling in for your own night of sleep.

divider by @/riottsrph - thank you!!

#konig x reader #könig x reader #konig #könig #könig fluff #konig fluff #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig x you #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #konig x you #leftie's thoughts

65 notes · View notes