#/the/ one with cod cafe au

[gomzdrawfr]

🍰 Cafe AU ☕️

[reyesbignaturals]

classic tumblr destroying photo quality el oh el anyway here's some konig cafe au doodles because it's all I'm going to think about for the rest of time kthx (I have plans to try and write some stuff for it)

[zenlesszonezero]

As the conspiracy reaches its finale, the Void Hunter joins the fight.

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[gremlinmodetweeker]

König AU Writing Masterlist

Masterlist

Konig Dump

Happy Tails:

KorTac decided to rent some space in a small animal adoption cafe to provide an animal therapy program for their agents. König came for the snacks.

Intro [1] [2] [3]

Summoned!CoD AU

Reader, or Summoner, was forced by the military to summon a beast of war to use in battle. Unfortunately, Summoner isn't great at controlling themselves, so they accidentally summoned a being far too powerful for any of you to control.

Intro

None of Your Shit

Ever Watchful

An Ant Among Men Among Gods Among Cosmos

Kiss the Ocean Kiss Yourself (First Kiss)

Accidental Meteor Showers

An Unexpected Appearance of Softness

A Question Best Left Unanswered

Sweets and Sours and Maggots

Circles of Stars in Cosmic Waltzes

Writhe Beneath Me

Silly Games for Silly People

A Step Through Time, A Step Closer

A Different Definition of Ash

In The Heart of My Mother I Laugh

Mistakes Meld Realities Together

Paper Trails Leave Bleeding Hearts

Extras

The Best Song for Summoned!CoD

Nice Kidnapper!König

To live is to suffer. Your existence feels meaningless, and you know that if you dropped off the face of the earth, nobody would remember your name. Your one chance of happiness was speaking to a nice masked man at a bar, but your 'friends' had cut off your time and stolen you away. Little did any of you know, he'd steal you back soon enough.

Intro [1] [2]

First Time Out of the Basement

Flickering Shadows Hide the Light

Cream and Honey and Thorns and Nettles

Ablutions with Acid

Carve the Fat

The Possibility of an Open Window

Do You Miss What You Had? Do You Miss Who I Was?

Long Pig

Read Me To Sleep, Let Me Drift Away

I Entered Daniel's Den and I Saw the Truth Before Me

A/B/O Universe

In a world where military soldiers are forcibly paired up with partners to produce more soldiers, König is paired with an omega O, and has to deal with the new changes in his life.

Intro

My Ever Empty Bed

An Olive Branch Among Thorns

Declivities

Two Can Play At That Game

To Market to Market to Buy a Fat Hog

Aren't You Tired Yet?

I Sit With You And Cry For What Could Have Been

The House is Burning, and Everyone is Laughing and Smiling [1] [2]

Kinktober

Ghostbusters AU:

Who ya gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS

New Recruit

A Conversation with Those Who Laugh at Death

You're a What Now?

Basement Bros

Infection!AU

You've managed an off-grid farm ever since you parents passed. It's been years, but you've endured the winters and grown to be an incredible homesteader. However, that was before the lights went out, and the barracks north of you went to shit.

Monster Trainer!Cod

Reader, code name Handler, is assigned by higher ups to be the Designated Operator of König, a rowdy and difficult-to-control jotunn/nachtkrappe shifter hybrid with a strange history of 'accidents' with his previous handlers. Your best bet to get by is to speak to others on base, but nobody is forthcoming with information.

Talking Heads Roll On Floors

Headaches Split my Skull, Stop Talking

Mischief and Mayhem

A Knot Undone Spills Forth Endless Possibilities

Break Down Build Up

Phantom of the Opera!AU

Inspired by a glorious ask, a version of Phantom of the Opera where König is our beloved phantom trying to save reader from the horrible fate of being seduced by a lover from the past with a dangerous agenda. König is a twisted man, but it takes a dark soul to recognize another, and so he will do whatever he can (from the shadows) to save his beloved songbird.

The ask the inspired it all

A Man Among Ruins

Lights Go Out I Wake Up

Cannibal King!AU

Taking place in the world of Sons of the Forest, reader is trapped on a remote island. Soon she is kidnapped by a cannibal king. Once by his side, she learns that life in the woods isn't as painful as expected, adn that humanity comes in many forms.

King Cannibal Conquer Quest

Rest Well Reign Strong

Fuck Me Like A Bitch So I May Love You More

Stars Whisper Prophecies into Waiting Wells

Sweet Like Honey Suckles, Bloody Like Venison

Local Executioner!König

Living in a small village leads to a tight-knit community. When you father left to be an adventurer after your mother passed in childbirth, you were taken in by the village baker, your uncle. You always avoided the public executions, but your uncle gets sick and can't go out to market to sell his buns on the very day an execution is slotted. You must go, and there you find a cursed outsider who sparks your interest.

Carve Out a Place for Me to Sing

Hope is in Buns, Life is in Stars, Promises are in Vain (Pt 2)

Behind The Dew You Sing To Me (Pt 2) (Pt 3)

Cat Hybrid!KorTac

Horangi and König are sick and tired of roughing it on the streets. They were born and bred to be soldiers, but the batch of kittens that were meant to be made into KorTac's next greatest soldiers escaped into the city, they had to grow up on the streets. They made their little gang, but Horangi and König always wanted more. One day, reader comes along and finds two sick kittens on the street. Unable to stop herself, she brings them in and nurses them back to health. She immediately regrets her decisions.

Intro

Konig and Horangi Refs

Hunters

Horangi Wink

Horangi's Hoard Art

Meeting the Human Forms (First Time)

Cuddling Konig

Move comic

Food Quality Ask

Get Out of There! Comic

Devourer of Treats Ask

Child Locks Ask

Buzzing Static Burns The Silence Between My Ears (Ask)

Art from This Post

[krypticcafe]

How do you feel about CoD boys in a monster au? Whether they’re the monster or their s/o is the monster, I just think it would be neat. I’m partial towards werewolves but honestly I love anything that goes bump in the night. I LOVE the idea of a monster being afraid of hurting their partner but their partner knows that they could never hurt them. If you’re open to monster requests, I have so many ideas. Just… monsters, man

oooo are we spitballing bc I love throwing around ideas!!

I absolutely love monster AUs, one of my faves is @/bluegiragi's and I'm sure you all know that iconic one. I'm totally open to monster/hybrid requests, and a detailed list of what other things I write can be found in the cafe's Customer Service Policy aka rules :]

And monster-related plots? I'm a sucker for that shit, need more of that and monster!reader.

If I were to make a Monster Hybrid AU with my own specific ideas though, hmm...

Powerful and stoic, Price would make a great minotaur (lower half of a bull). Sure, maybe his back isn't what it used to be, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have the strength to send you back to your maker. Every step he takes on base acknowledges his presence, a posture that demands respect from its witnesses. The horns on his head aren't something to mess with either, though it takes him ages to scrape out the dried blood from the cracks and tailor his bucket hats.

On the other hand, the canine hybrid for Soap is oddly charming. Similarly to a werewolf, he would have the senses of one, but as a just hybrid, he's unable to fully transform. Instead, he's equipped with features like ears, tail, fangs, some fur on his arms and legs, and a longer tongue. I can see him being a border collie, the Scottish sheepdog just makes sense. But a kelpie/merfolk would also work with his callsign. Soap, a mischievous water spirit known for "cleaning out" rooms of enemies? A body with slick scales, gills, and a frilled mohawk when in monster form? Yeah, I can definitely see that.

For someone with a Queen's honor, a phoenix feels right for Gaz. Bright and burning wings and tail—a light that feels regal and elegant, yet so youthful and lively at the same time. With him in the sky, you're guaranteed to be safe under his watch. Or maybe a cervitaur with those doe eyes of his, gorgeous as ever. Yet equipped with a kick that's sure to shatter the ribs of those who mock him for being just a faun with a pretty face.

Undeniably, with such a specific callsign, Ghost can't be anything other than a wraith. Maybe mix in a bit of demonic blood, soul-eater tendencies, or even marks of an incubus for a little extra kick. His scars look more like shadowy cracks in his skin, smoke pours from the concerningly realistic skull he wears, he looks more like a reaper than a spirit. Regardless, this man is a shadowy phantom that provokes the fear of gods in whoever he sets his target as.

Roach, sure maybe his energy is fitting of a satyr or something more fitting and urban for our token American, like a roach version of Mothman. Bug wings and scales similar to the structure of an exoskeleton, But Roach came to be for being nearly indestructible, like the bug. In fact, it would be more accurate to call Roach, Roaches, as a bogeyman with a human body that can crumble into a swarm of those insects would explain why gunshots and explosions can hardly stop him.

Like Ghost, we can't deny who Hound is, either. Werewolf. Anything less would be criminal. For fun, mix it in with a bit of hellhound hybrid biology, so that he has to either go as a full hellhound or a human with hellhound features. Eyes that burn like Tartarus and a fanged snarl that even Cerberus would shudder at. Maybe even make him in charge of a hellhound K-9 unit, forced to face the very thing he fears.

As for the Reader? Well, that's up to you. Personally, I'm a little fond of shapeshifters. Might need to draw some of these ideas sometime...

Ah well, just some thoughts I had. Any other spitballs you guys have?

[wttcsms]

💖 second couple syndrome! one shot event;

˗ˏˋ second couple syndrome ´ˎ˗ when you find yourself rooting for/being more invested in the secondary couple as opposed to the main pairing

˗ˏˋ about this event ´ˎ˗ just like how secondary couples don't get much screen time to develop their story, this event is accepting requests only for characters that are underloved, underappreciated, and/or undervalued. whether it's because they're forgotten by the fandom in general, the fandom itself is underrated, or their canon screen time totals up to six minutes and five lines of dialogue, it doesn't matter. this event is their shot at being the main character and getting the happy ending for once!

˗ˏˋ more about this event ´ˎ˗ going with the secondary couple theme & playing on the fact that this is for the more "forgotten" characters, the prompt requests are going to be based on pairings that would most likely be the usual secondary couple's trope!

˗ˏˋ rules ´ˎ˗ -> this is for underrated characters only. while there's no hard min/max, if i look up your requested little guy and he has more than 4 pages worth of fics on ao3 or his tumblr x reader tag is very much still active, i don't want to see that request!! for ex: don't ask for oikawa or gojo. be so for real with me rn -> please specify whether you want nsfw or sfw. -> the prompts to pick from aren't hardcoded, meaning it doesn't have to be that specific au!! if you want, i can tailor it to canon, or if you kinda get the gist of what i was getting at, you can follow that pattern & create your own 'second couple pairing trope' <;3 -> fandoms i write for: haikyuu, bnha, blue lock, cod, jujutsu kaisen, aot, genshin impact, honkai star rail

˗ˏˋ prompts to pick from ´ˎ˗ -> instead of the ceo x secretary, it's the ceo's right hand man x the secretary's bestie -> instead of the troubled pop star x heart of gold bf, it's the pop star's stressed out manager x pop star's equally stressed out publicist -> instead of the high ranking employee x lower ranked employee, it's the two interns who are both competing for the one full-time offer -> instead of the good girl x mysterious bad boy, it's the good girl's boy best friend (who's been hopelessly in love with her for a while) x the new girl in town who's her complete opposite -> instead of the college tutor x the athlete, it's the athlete's coach x the athlete's professor whose class they're failing -> instead of the dilf x babysitter, it's the newly divorced woman x her new hot neighbor that's always willing to lend a hand -> instead of the down on her luck stripper x rich ceo (who just happens to be at a strip club??), it's the sarcastic nightclub bouncer x babyfaced reader whose real ID he just broke -> instead of the barista x her future sugar daddy, it's the owner of the cafe x the owner of the cafe's biggest competitor -> instead of the lawyer x down on their luck client, it's the police officer x the district attorney -> instead of the mortal x the god, it's the two immortal gods who've had a bone to pick with each other for eons -> instead of the journalist x the celeb, it's the up and coming podcaster/social media star x their number one hater -> instead of the normal girl x the ceo getting into a marriage of convenience, it's the ceo's shopaholic sister x the normal girl's brother who happens to be the deliveryman -> instead of the hot, rich older man x the poor naive girl, it's the hot, rich older man x the spoiled heiress who's not so easy to impress or get -> instead of the maneater x womanizer, it's the happy go lucky lover girl x cute lovable idiot with zero game & has never had a girlfriend ever -> instead of the soldier x the civilian, it's the mercenary-for-hire x spy on the run -> instead of the knight x the princess, it's the king's royal advisor x the princess's lady-in-waiting

˗ˏˋ requests ´ˎ˗

[ghostherlig]

long form fic??

hear me out- one of the first fics i wrote for the cod fandom was a detective au and i had a lot of fun with it- (you should totally give it a read if you like cod or just skim it if you want to see what this au might turn out like here it is- HEED THE TAGS it gets dark-)

and i've been handed, on the shiniest of silver platters, another version of that with special agent takahashi kenshi and his partner, jackson briggs- who have to work with forensic specialist johnny cage and his lab partner sonya blade (who also happen to be exes for the drama)

and maybe raiden and kung lao who run a bar or restaurant or cafe together of which both johnny and kenshi frequent, but at different times- and maybe i can sprinkle in some syzoth and tomas and have them be detectives that have worked closely with johnny in the past and maybe they come in handy for the case- (these are subject to change)

and, of course, a few other characters sprinkled through out with fun placements and the like, but i just...

there's a lot to think about, but this is mostly to gauge interest bc i kind of wanted to try and get a long form fic started (or best, best case scenario, fully done and posted) by the time i start school again-

tell me what you think in the replies/tags/whatever is convenient, i wanna know if anyone would like to see a dark and gritty but also sweet and kind of soft and possibly a little smutty detective/special agent/crime au??

[zenlesszonezero]

As the conspiracy reaches its finale, the Void Hunter joins the fight.

Uncover the Conspiracy in Zenless Zone Zero's All-New Version "A Storm of Falling Stars", S-Rank Agent Hoshimi Miyabi is here! With S-Rank Agent Asaba Harumasa Limited-Time Giveaway! Pre-register to obtain additional rewards.

[seragak]

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here are some ghost/soap fics that i’ve read recently that i absolutely loved (thanks to all the writers for writing & sharing their wonderful works) 🧼🖤💀 Poison Apple by surveycorpsjean  ☆ Just one bite; to taste, and let go.Or, the on-field flirting is getting a little ridiculous. Familiar as a Bottle and a Glass by queeniegalore  ☆ He’d had Ghost’s voice pouring into his ear for hours, somehow rough and smooth and smoky all at once, like the kind of Scotch he couldn’t really afford. And that voice, combined with the fatigue, the bone deep weariness, was starting to have the same effect as good Scotch on his resolve, on his fucking impulse control Soapghost Drabbles Collection by slytherco  ☆ A collection of Soapghost shorts. i'm afraid i'll go to heaven by malfoymoment  ☆ “So blackmail,” Ghost supplied. Price gave a jerky nod in affirmation. “Okay. What in the fresh hell does it have to do with me?” 141 Cafe (Comic) by BluishFishFood  ☆ Coffeeshop AU comic for the cod men. Demolition Lovers by eddie_dxaz  ☆ Soap is framed for a crime that he didn’t commit. Now a fugitive and officially an enemy of the military, he’s on the run desperately trying to survive. What happens when his best friend and former partner Simon “Ghost” Riley is sent to kill him but fails? Dripping Diamonds (Between My Thighs) by EmpressCirque for AppleCiderp  ☆  Soap sends Ghost a nude thanks to drunken courage. It goes better than he could have expected.

Emergency Contact by soapsbeloved  ☆

John MacTavish, known to most of his friends simply as “Soap”, is about as unlucky in love as you could get, never finding someone that would give him enough of a chance for a second date, resorting to sleeping around when he gets stood up. Simon Riley (aka Ghost), his best friend, seems to be the only person in the world willing to give Soap a chance, but the dumbass (Soap, that is) can’t see past the fact that Ghost isn’t very good at talking about things, and is completely and utterly oblivious to how Ghost feels about him.

Except You, You Can Stay by Iravaid  ☆

Five times Simon Riley let himself be vulnerable and was met with punishment for it, one way or another. Then, one time he finally wasn't.

gasoline in your heart by whisperwarm  ☆

soap and ghost start hooking up; soap and könig have apparently been hooking up; ghost doesn't know how to deal with it (eventual polycule)

Something In The Orange by insomniamemoirs  ☆

Soap wakes up next to Ghost in the mornings, just to get called by a name that isn’t his. Ghost wakes next to Soap and sees another Sergeant that he’s going to fail.

i'll write "i love you" with my fingers on your sleeping hand by books_bracken_and_booze  ☆

Many people often took one look at Soap and dismissed him as stupid. Why, he didn't know. He could hazard a guess that it was associated with the near-constant smile on his face and the jokes he cracked. You didn't become the resident demolitions expert by being dumb, however. And if there was one thing that Soap was good at, it was reading people.

Something About You by Crypticchaotic  ☆

@sgtslut posted an image!

or

Ghost is a simp. Soap is an attention whore.

Pattern Breaker by mothbeast  ☆

A canon-compliant rework and extension of MW2: Reboot.

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[hisaacswrites]

Bake Room in Your Heart for Me? Chapter 4

Summary:

When Simon first interviewed for The Great British Baking Show, he hadn’t expected anything to come of it. He certainly didn’t expect to win. Despite the chaos it brought to his life, he couldn’t really complain. It landed him the best job he could ask for and a close circle of friends who actually seemed to enjoy his company. It also led him to his biggest fan, one John MacTavish, who’s determined to win him over one baked good at a time. — Or, The baking AU that no one asked for

← Chapter 3 】 ⦿ Chapter 4 ⦿ 【 Chapter 5 →

☆ Read on AO3

【 Chapter Specific Warnings: - 【 Notes: Apologies for the delay, but Bake Room in Your Heart for Me is now entirely outlined! You'll see that the chapter count has been upped to 13 for that perfect baker's dozen. Unbeta'd, as always, so forgive anything that slipped through the cracks! Now that I have this entire work outlined, I'm hoping updates should be a bit more frequent. We'll see if time cooperates.

Bake Room in Your Heart for Me? Masterlist ⦿ CoD Library ⦿ Hayden Isaacs Library

🍰 Chapter 4

The kitchen was quiet as Simon finishes with the last of the pans, only the metallic clink of them hitting the sides of the sink and the white noise of running water filling the space. It was miserably rainy and windy outside, so much so that not even the promised warmth of good drinks and pastries could tempt customers into the cafe. That meant it had been quiet and slow all day, though Simon had refused to vocalize that out loud lest he jinx it, so he had let Alejandro and Rudy leave a bit early to get a head start on their weekend. 

The extra work was minimal, and, honestly, Simon didn't really mind. Sometimes it was nice to be alone in his element. No need to carry on idle conversation, direct anyone, or even think, just falling back into a blissfully empty mind and muscle memory led by the rhythm of softly rumbling thunder.

Setting the final pan into the drying rack, Simon assessed the kitchen, satisfied to see it sparkling clean and ready for a fresh start the next morning. Wiping his hands on the towel tucked in his apron, he mentally consulted his to-do list. Cafe 141 was meant to be open for a few more hours, but all that was left for him to do was tidy up the front display cases and restock the shelves with the last of their goods for the day. Once that was done, Simon figured he could relax for the rest of his shift, start planning for next week's baked goods, and maybe even start thinking about some new seasonal recipes to experiment with.

First thing first though: cleaning and restocking. Approaching the kitchen's door to the cafe, Simon looked through the window to gauge what state of disarray the shelves were in and how much product he would need to restock them. The cafe looked like a ghost town, the warm lighting appearing especially moody against the dark skies outside. The display case didn't look too chaotic, thankfully, and the shelves were still relatively full. It looked like they would have extra pastries left over at the end of the day... Simon mentally added stopping by the shelter to donate the excess to his to-do list.

As his eyes swept over the end of the counter, Simon realized the cafe wasn't entirely empty. Gaz was leaning against the countertop, wiping it down with a rag as he spoke to a familiar mohawked man.

Soap.

Without thinking about it, Simon ducked his head down from the small window, hoping that he hadn't been seen. His heart started racing and he stood there, tall frame awkwardly crouched behind the door, for a few moments to settle his sudden nerves. Rising slowly, Simon peeked back through the window.

Gaz and Soap were still chatting as Gaz cleaned up, the Scottish man gesticulating wildly all the while. Gaz was reluctantly smiling at something his friend said and Soap grinned in victory, radiating smugness even in a separate room. Simon felt the tips of his ears warm as Soap's teeth gleamed in the low light, contrasting against his tan skin impishly. It was cute, Simon noted, the playful mischievousness in his grin, the pleased crescents his eyes formed, the way well-worn laugh lines creased the corners of his mouth—

Simon moved away from the door, willing the flush away from his cheeks. He didn't know how to act around Soap, feeling completely adrift in an unknown sea. The other man was kind, if a bit awkward (though who was Simon to judge others on their level of awkwardness? He was awkward personified). He was also sweet and attractive in a way that Simon couldn't describe. Just the thought of being around Soap again made him nervous, which was ridiculous considering the situations he had faced down in his military service.

Fighting the urge to peek through the window one more time, Simon turned to gather up his supplies. It would be no big deal, he tried to convince himself. Gaz would be talking to Soap, keeping him distracted while Simon quietly cleaned the cases and refilled them. They wouldn't even notice he was there and he'd be back in the kitchen before they knew it.

Cleaning rags tucked into his apron pocket and carefully holding a small tray of pastries in his hands, Simon took a deep breath before gently shouldering the kitchen door open.

Gaz heard the door open from behind him but paid little mind to it, continuing to tell Soap about a particularly obnoxious Ken of a customer that had stopped by a few days ago. He was scrubbing at a stubborn coffee stain on the counter as he spoke, only pausing to look up when Soap didn't respond for an oddly lengthy amount of time. He was looking over Gaz's shoulder, but his blue eyes didn't have the telltale glaze to them that signaled when the Scot had zoned out.

Gaz didn't even try to recapture his attention, instead looking over his shoulder at the object of his single-minded focus. He couldn't help snorting or the amused quirk of his lips. It was Ghost. Of course it was. Cafe 141's hulking head baker was wiping at the interior of one of the display cases with a damp rag, seemingly oblivious to his spectators. From the subtle tensing of Ghost's grip and the way that he angled his body, however, Gaz knew that Ghost was aware he was being watched. And was that a blush peeking over the top edge of his medical mask? Oh, how perfect...

Smile widening into a teasing smirk, Gaz turned back to Soap. His best friend was obvious in his little crush on Ghost and it looked like the attraction was reciprocated. Never let it be said that Gaz wasn't the best wingman.

Gaz snapped his fingers in front of Soap's face, reveling in the embarrassed way his focus jolted back over. He didn't even wait for Soap to try and defend himself, grinning at Soap with way too many teeth as he said, "Seems like you've found something a bit more interesting, mate."

Red burst across Soap's cheeks and he spluttered out an excuse, but Gaz just shook his head and laughed. "I'll head to the back and give you some alone time, 'lright? Make sure you turn on the rizz before you talk to him."

"Gaz." Soap whisper-hissed in panic, lunging for the barista's wrist before he could walk away, "No, dinnae! What dae I even say to him? He must think I'm a feckin' moron."

Gaz was ready for another round of teasing, but a look at Soap's face had him sobering up. Usually charismatic and suave, Soap looked worried and at a complete loss. "Hey," Gaz said softly, catching the Scot's wide-eyed gaze. "It's just Ghost, alright? Take a deep breath and be yourself. Just talk to him. You got this."

Soap could only nod, his grip on Gaz's wrist loosening until the other man turned to walk away. "I'm heading to the back to make sure we've got the coffee and tea for next week," He called over his shoulder to Soap, loud enough for Ghost to hear while not being obvious about it. "Keep yourself occupied and don't burn the place down." 

And with that, Gaz headed to the stock room disappearing through the hallway door, leaving Soap alone.

With Simon.

Soap sucked in a breath, trying to be quiet as he attempted to calm his racing pulse. Sat at a barstool at the counter as he was, he could see Simon methodically cleaning the display shelves out of his peripherals. As the other man swept up spilled frosting and jam from the glass, Soap couldn't help but admire his form.

Simon was tall and broad, imposingly so, but not in an intimidating way. No, in the privacy of his own mind, Soap could admit that Simon's size gave him a feeling of... safety. Of someone solid to lean on, of an all-consuming embrace, of comforting strength to weather any storm. It was honestly one of the first things he had noticed about the man over a year ago when he first saw him on the Great British Baking Show. A massive mountain of a man that had the most gentle, reverent touch for baked goods. Soap had become obsessed, watching and rewatching Simon's season just to see the man in his element. And now, seeing him in person? Well, the telly screen didn't hold a candle to him.

Chestnut brown hair with an endearing wave to it that never seemed to lie flat. Rich, dark brown eyes that looked almost black at first glance, but gleamed like gold in the light. Thick forearms with a fine coating of hair on them, strong and able. Wide, long-fingered hands that moved with a precise deftness that had Soap's mouth dry. And his lips— Simon's mouth was covered by a mask more often than not, but the glimpses that Soap had sneaked? Slightly chapped lips, the skin constantly worried by anxious teeth, that were surprisingly plush looking and far too tempting.

In Soap's professional artistic (and not at all biased) opinion, Simon was gorgeous. But Soap knew that he was more than just a pretty face. While speaking on the show, Simon had come off as quite reserved, but Soap had seen glimpses of a thoughtful and caring man underneath the prickly shell. And now, getting to see him in a more natural setting, Soap coveted all the moments he found Simon in with his walls lowered. How he wanted to see more, learn more. To be invited to look behind the broody wall and know the carefully guarded man within.

But in order to do that, Soap would actually have to talk to him.

Just the thought had him veering towards an internal crisis. It seemed like every time Simon was in his vicinity, Soap lost the ability to act like a functioning person, much to his embarrassment. Despite Gaz's words, Soap couldn't help but start mentally planning their conversation. He couldn't afford to put his foot in his mouth again — his self esteem would never survive it. After a few moments of mustering his courage, disguised as strategizing, Soap slid from his barstool and walked over to Simon.

Simon continued to clean the display case, oblivious to Soap's inner turmoil. He had felt the Scot's eyes on him, increasingly so when Gaz had gone to the back, but he had a job to do (and he was never the best at small talk), so he continued to wipe the last of the crumbs with a damp cloth. While it may have looked like he was entirely focused on his task, his military training had him tracking Soap's movements as he walked over, so it didn't startle him when Soap suddenly spoke up.

"Good tae see you again, Simon," He drawled with a grin, leaning against the display in a charming manner.

"Afternoon," Simon greeted quietly, straightening up from where he had crouched to reach inside the case. Despite Soap's loose postured, he carried an air of nervousness about him. Surely Simon wasn't actually that intimidating?

"I wanted tae apologize for being awkward as all hell. I dinnae ken what's been wrong with me but I swear tha' I am a functioning person and not some—", Soap gesticulated widely as he fumbled for the words, "Some primitive pod person who dinnae ken how to behave themselves. I ahm civilized."

His eyes had been jumping around, nervously avoiding Simon while he spoke, and it was only once his apology trailed off that he had the courage to look back at the quiet man. Simon wasn't even looking at him, instead, his gaze was focused downwards. Soap internally preened for a moment, thinking that he was checking him out, only to realize that Simon was looking at his hands.

Which, odd, but everyone had their favorite features he supposed, except—

Except Simon was looking at his hands where he was leaning against the display case.

The glass display case.

The glass display case that Simon had just cleaned.

Soap jumped back as if burnt, hurrying to apologize once more. "Feckin' hell, I'm so sorry! I ken ye just cleaned tha', 'n Ah wasnae even thinking, lemme just-" He pulled at the sleeve of his jumper, wiping frantically at the handprints he had left on the glass, ever mindful of Simon's stare as he only made the oily smears worse.

"Shite, I can clean tha' if ye have a spare rag? Or I can just..." Simon was still quiet, his dark eyes flitting back between the handprints and Soap's face. Soap deflated, considering that perhaps it would be best for him to retreat, even if it was with his hypothetical tail between his legs. "I'll just... head back over there 'n wait fer Gaz. Get outta yer hair 'n stop making more work for ye."

Heart in his stomach, Soap turned to leave.

"Two-" There was a clearing of a throat, "Two cakes are on a shelf,"

Soap's brow furrowed, and he turned back to Simon, barely noticing that the man waas nervously fiddling with a corner of his apron with thick fingers. "Go on,"

"One cake leaves, and the other says to himself, 'Just a bunch of desserters these days.'"

An awkward silence dropped between the two, Soap staring incredulously at Simon while Simon looked anywhere but at Soap. When the silence stretched almost too long, Simon looked at Soap out of the corner of his eye.

"'S a little bit of baking humour," Simon rasped quietly, the barest hint of pink peeking above his medical mask.

Soap finally barked out a laugh, breaking the tension with his customary grin. "Aye," He agreed as he stepped back towards Simon and the display case, seizing the offered olive branch with both hands. "Very little,"

With the ice broken, the conversation seemed to unfold easily, naturally, akin to dough finally given the breathing room to rise. It was nothing deep, nothing substantial, but it was perfect in allowing the two men to get comfortable with each other.

Soap was a chatterbox, always had been, and Simon seemed quiet and reserved. Soap was worried that he was potentially overwhelming him, or that his tangential rambles were a bit too much, but Simon actually seemed to be listening to him, offering grunts and short responses occasionally. It may have been nothing to some people, but to Soap it meant quite a lot. He had a history of being "too much" for people, of being too loud, too "hyper", too eclectic in his conversation topics. So for Simon to be actively listening and engaging him? It made Soap's chest warm.

So, it was really no surprise for him to sheepishly divulge a secret he'd been keeping close to his chest around Simon. "I, uh... Actually watched ye on The Great British Baking Show." He ran a nervous hand through his mohawk, tugging at the long strands. "Yer season is my favorite; watched it so many times that I think I can tell all yer jokes by heart,"

Simon nearly dropped the tart he had been restocking the display case with. Multiple people had told him they found him endearing in the show, but he still struggled with seeing himself as anything other than awkward and standoffish. Habit makes him want to read into Soap's admission, but the other man came off disarmingly sincere. Still, Simon couldn't help but downplay and deflect.

"Well, I had plenty of material to work with with some of those bakes. 'Nd they had to keep someone around for comedic relief."

Soap snorted, seeing right through the deflection. "Aye, right, ye won the season based on your dad jokes alone." He quipped, revelling in the blush that peeked over Simon's mask and his scowling eyebrows. "Cannae say yer jokes weren't some of my favorite parts, but yer bakes... Ye made some amazing stuff and it's no wonder ye won. I dinnae ken if there was one thing ye made that didn't look absolutely delicious."

Soap was delighted to see the flush erupt higher onto Simon's cheeks and onto his ears. The quiet man was determinately avoiding Soap's gaze, grumbling something under his breath as he finished restocking the display case. 

"Thanks," He grunted, setting down his empty tray before glancing up at Soap through golden brown lashes. Usually he'd leave it at that, but something about the lively Scot just made him want to... try. 

"You're probably the expert by now," Simon continued, focusing on cleaning the crumbs and frosting from his hands with his rag, "With how often you've been stopping by the cafe and such."

"Not exactly," Soap countered quickly, "Dinnae get me wrong, I've tried everything ye've had on the menu at least once, but there was one thing that ye made on the show that I haven't been in for that I've been dyin' tae try."

Soap's eyes took on a bright gleam as if imagining this mysterious pastry, and Simon couldn't help but snort under his breath. He was absolutely ridiculous. Simon tried not to find it endearing.

"Well, what was it?"

"Er, good question. Uh, it was lemony and had a weird name, mile faux or somethin'-"

"Mille feuille," Simon corrected seamlessly, remembering the stacked puff pastry dessert. Of all his bakes during the show, he had actually been quite pleased with that one and the handshake it had earned him.

"That's the one!" Soap's voice rose with excitement. "It looked pure magic, I'm telling ye. I love lemons 'n' with that blueberry sauce ye made? Jesus wept, I've been aching for a taste since I saw it."

Simon's mind raced, thinking over the recipe and its difficulty. "I actually haven't made it for the cafe yet," he said slowly, "But maybe it'll show up on the menu soon."

He hadn't actually meant to say that last bit, the words escaping his lips before he could even think about them, but Simon couldn't regret them when he saw Soap perk up as if his birthday had come early.

"Really? If ye make them, Simon, I swear tae ye that I'll buy out the entire tray just for myself. I'll come in first thing and buy every batch throughout the day, amnae even joking."

Simon laughed, his first unhindered one in a long while, fully believing Soap's words. He had already made it this far without things catching fire in his face and Soap seemed receptive to his... "charms", so what harm would a little more harmless flirting be near the end of his shift?

"I make no promises, Soap. You'll just have to come back to see me to find out if I do."

Soap grinned at him, smaller and softer than his previous ones. "Aye," He agreed. There was a lull then, a peaceful sort of quiet between the two as Soap watched Simon gather up his things to bring back to the kitchen.

"John."

Simon blinked at the non sequitur, brows furrowing in confusion.

"My name," Soap rushed to say, "Soap is my nickname, had it forever an' everyone calls me that, but John- My name is John."

Simon smiled, knowing that Soa- John wouldn't be able to see it behind his mask but unable to help himself.

"If those mille feuille do make an appearance sometime next week, I suppose they'll have your name all over them, Johnny."

[sawdusst]

The Rainmaker Heist: Chapter 3! ⚓ (Coroika Pirate AU)

Please check out the main thread for the other chapters + background info! Here's a link to it :]

Word count: 1,592

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I uh— didn't exactly get a lot of votes on the last chapter,,, but that's ok! I have a lot of ideas in mind for how things are gonna go. I've got a lot planned and I hope I can make it fun to read as well! I appreciate everyone's support :D

Oh, side note before I get started; I'm calling Clip-Ons "Clips" in this AU mostly since it's easier to type out. Just a heads up :D

Without further ado, welcome to Chapter 3! enjoy! :]

[Check out the commotion]

Gloves turned his attention towards the commotion. He stuffed the manual into his coat pocket and hurried towards it with excitement. Army could get his manual back another time.

Gloves looked around in the crowd, glancing over another inkling’s shoulder to see two octolings. They were arm wrestling with a small bunch nearby eagerly watching who would win. Gloves overheard some muttering throughout the crowd.

“Who are these guys anyways?”

“I heard the bright yellow one is Captain Tako of the Barreleye Pirates,” someone murmured, “Something must’ve happened to their previous captain… The other one? I’m not too sure about.”

“I’ve never seen the other one around town before.”

The match was close, the other octoling struggled for a split second before the match ended. Their hand slammed into the table almost as soon as the match started. Captain Tako only brushed herself off and gave her opponent a smile.

“You did great!” She beamed, “Wanna try again?” She propped her arm back onto the table, offering her hand.

The other octoling only shook their head, pushing the chair away from the table and stood up. Captain Tako snickered. She looked around the crowd again, noticing Gloves standing there.

“No way, Captain Gloves? What are you doing here?” She exclaimed, then gestured to the other chair, “It’s been forever, get over here!”

Gloves smiled, hurrying over and taking a seat across from Tako. “Tako!! What are you doing here!?”

“Just running errands and all that jazz,” she answered, “Nothing really exciting."

“I can’t believe it’s really you,” she continued, “You’ve changed a lot! Is that a new coat? And is it just me or have you gotten taller?”

“Maybe it’s a new coat, maybe not,” Gloves replied sheepishly, “I think it’s pretty fresh. I’ve heard it’s quite trendy for pirates to wear.”

Tako laughed. “You haven’t changed a bit!”

“I could say the same for you too,” Gloves replied, tilting his head with curiosity. The small crowd around the two slowly began to clear as they talked. “Since when were you promoted to Captain? Is— Barreleye… okay?”

“Oh, it’s kind of a long story,” Tako shrugged, leaning back in her chair, “I’ve been Captain for a few months now… Barreleye’s still around, he’s just— a bit under the weather at the moment. The rest of the crew is holding up fine, though. He just went into the cafe, I’m sure he’ll be out in a few minutes if you’d like to talk to him!”

“Wow, it really has been that long since we’ve ran into each other,” Gloves said, rubbing the back of his head, “I’m glad to hear the crew’s been doing alright though. How’s it been as Captain?”

“Eh, nothing too crazy, so far,” Tako said with nonchalance. She folded her arms across her chest. “Staying out of trouble hasn’t been too much of a hassle. We’ve been managing pretty well.”

“Oh, that’s good to kn—”

“CAPTAIN GLOVES!!!!”

Gloves perked up, hearing footsteps pattering against the mossy cobblestone ground. All of a sudden, Gloves was tackled in a tight hug.

“Captain Gloves!! It’s been so long!” Barreleye exclaimed, setting Gloves down in front of him. Barreleye violently shook Gloves back and forth, hardly able to contain his excitement, “Oh my cod, you look great!! Wow, is that a new haircut? It looks great on you! You look all official now like a true pirate! Since when did you get the new coat? You’re looking fresh as always! I’m so happy to see you here.”

“Barreleye!” Gloves beamed, taking a step back, “You look—”

Gloves noticed Barreleye’s other arm was bandaged up— the old bandages stained with cyan and purple colored ink.

“...Are you okay?” Gloves asked, pointing to Barreleye’s arm, “You’re hurt—“

“Oh, this?” Barreleye raised his arm. He laughed, “It’s nothing. Just typical pirate shenanigans. I uh— haven’t really been able to fight for the past couple of months since I was Black Labeled.”

Barreleye rolled up his sleeve, revealing the corner of a black sticker with a red X and a squid. He sighed, “It still hasn’t come off. I’ve tried everything to get it removed but nothing seems to be working. I haven't been able to use any weapon at all. My main blaster's been Black Labeled too.”

“…Black Labels? Aren’t those the things that the Wireglasse Pirates carry around?” Gloves asked, “I thought you guys were friends, what happened?”

“What? Oh no, no, no. The Wireglasse Pirates didn’t do this,” Barreleye scoffed as he brushed himself off, “It was the X-Bloods that did it! I’m… not sure how they got their hands on them, either way, just make sure to steer clear of them when you’re at sea. I don’t want anyone else I know getting hurt.”

“I bet they’re working together or something!” Gloves exclaimed, “That’s not cool, I thought the Wireglasses were better than this! I thought they were cool. You guys were supposed to be friends!”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Tako interjected, “The Wireglasses haven’t been answering any of our letters—”

“Hey, hey, let’s not jump to conclusions, alright?” Barreleye laughed it off, “I’m sure they had their reasons to work with the X-Bloods. We’re not in control of what they’re up to. Pirates do whatever they want anyways— both captains never seemed like the friendship-y type to begin with…”

“But that’s enough about me!” Barreleye scoffed, “What’s been new with you? How’s your crew doing?”

“Oh! We’ve been doing great!” Gloves answered with a smile. Then, he slumped his shoulders with disappointment, “Still haven’t ran into many other pirates. It’s odd, I was kind of hoping to make some more friends overseas.”0

“Don’t worry about it, that takes a lot of time,” Barreleye scoffed, “My crew and I haven’t really made a lot of friends overseas as well, mostly just peace agreements to stay out of trouble— That’s really all you need at the moment. Making friends is better than making enemies, you know?”

Gloves nodded.

The two talked for a bit more as the busy town slowly began to quiet down. An hour later, Gloves watched as the sun slowly disappeared into the horizon. Suddenly, Gloves remembered he had to meet the rest of his crew at the docks.

“Shoot! Half-Rim’s waiting for me back at the ship!” Gloves exclaimed, then looked at Barreleye, “I’m sorry, I really have to go. It was great catching up with you!” Gloves hurried off towards the docks.

“See ya Gloves! Stay fresh!”

“You too!” Gloves shouted back. He laughed, “Say hi to the crew for me!”

Gloves turned around and ran towards the docks. He hurried down to the shore, where numerous pirate ships were lined up. He hurried down the line of ships until he stopped by his.

A decently sized ship with its flags lowered and sails curled up. Half-Rim was already on board loading up a few crates. Clips was raising the anchor while Straps readied the sails. Gloves hurried aboard his ship and took a good look around.

“Are we ready to set sail?” He asked.

“For the most part, yeah,” Half-Rim replied, “We almost left without you."

“Ah— My bad,” Gloves laughed, “I was caught up in conversation."

As the crew got ready to leave the port, Gloves reached back in his pocket and pulled out Army's manual. He flipped through a couple pages. The first page had a small scribble of writing that said "Aloha was here".

The manual was still incomplete, with a few blank pages at the end of it. Gloves flipped through the pages some more, looking over each chapter.

"Hey! Captain!"

Gloves looked up. He looked over his shoulder to see the docks slowly disappear as they drifted out of the port.

"Where are we going next?" Straps asked.

Gloves thought for a moment. Then pulled out the manual. "I've got an idea!"

He gathered the rest of his crew and showed them the manual. Gloves flipped to the page where the Rainmaker was mentioned.

"Have you guys ever heard of the Rainmaker?" Gloves asked, "I say we go after it! We find the pirates holding onto it and take it for ourselves!"

He showed his crew the scribbled drawings in the manual with a smile on his face. "This should be fun! I bet the Rainmaker is gonna look even cooler in person!"

"Isn't that thing— super dangerous and could kill all of us in an instant?" Half-Rim interjected.

"...Probably! But since when were we scared of a little danger?" Gloves dismissed, "C'mon, what do you guys say? Do you think it's worth a shot? It'll be like a treasure hunt!"

"It looks really cool!" Clips exclaimed, "I think it'll make a great addition to the ship!"

"Well, where would we start looking for it?" Half-Rim asked.

"How about those ominous looking clouds over there?" Clips suggested, pointing over Gloves' shoulder.

There was a short pause as everyone looked at her funny. Everyone slowly turned their head towards where she was pointing. Sure enough, there was a collection of dark, ominous looking clouds gathered in the far distance— possibly for dramatic effect.

"Well that's suspiciously convenient," Gloves commented, "Should we go check it out?"

"—I mean yeah we could, but it's not the smartest idea to sail straight into a storm," Half-Rim replied, "...We could just keep sailing and hope some other pirates could give us directions. The manual doesn't even tell us where to start looking for this thing."

"...But I guess it's up to you since you are the captain after all," Half-Rim mumbled.

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TL;DR: Gloves checks out the commotion and runs into Captain Tako. He learns about the Black Labels from Barreleye and then decides to go after the Rainmaker. 👍

Thank you reading! Have a great day/night! 😁

[killerkillerkillher]

A/B/O HEADCANNONS w/ 141

Hi. Okay so I was sitting here thinking about cod and fandoms and stuff, right? And how there's a natural sort of timeline that plays out with anything that gets popular, ei. Shipping, cafe au, cross overs and whatnot. I've seen it all in the mw2 fandom so far except... omegaverse. So here. I might not be the first but I will not be the last. Cheers.

Warning: nothing really. Very brief mention of ghost's past but no real details. There is pining but options are gave to keep it all platonic. Sfw. Sorry for any mistakes.

They/them reader pronouns. Call sign is Winter.

PRICE

● definitely an alpha.

● he's passive for the most part and doesn't let his biology get in the way of his work.

● he would be someone that omegas are 100% okay hanging around with not matter the circumstances. Their heat is coming and they need aid finding shelter? He will be there to help and the omega doesn't have to worry about getting taken advantage of. Someone is bullying them? He'll nip that behavior in the bud immediately.

● is not alpha aggressive. That means that he doesn't pick fights with other alpha's just because. He is self assured and knows that his position as captain in is no danger.

● I can imagine he would just have that crisp, cool autumn morning smell if that makes sense. Like one of those days you would go out and just step on all the crunchy leaves on the sidewalk. Maybe a little nutty.

● the base knows when he's in rut when he starts going soft on some people. And by some people I mean you.

● "I didn't see you in the mess, Winter. Did you eat yet?"

● "Hm? Oh, no, Captain. I'll go later, I need to keep reading these papers."

● "Those can wait. Let's go get you diner."

● "But Captain..."

● "No but's. Can't have one of my best skipping meals."

● no matter what your secondary gender would be, he would dote on you. If you aren't in a relationship, this would be an indirect admission of his feelings.

● if you're already with someone (and not accepting additional partners), he would watch himself. There would be lots of fleeting glances and pulled back touches.

● he thinks the fact that some alphas actually growl is crazy. Would not be able to take someone seriously if they did so at him.

● doesn't restrict his scent or anything. It's generally not overbearing and people have said they find comfort in it.

GAZ

● honestly, I'm a little torn with Gaz. In my soul of souls, he's giving beta. But another part of me is saying alpha :/

● he could be either, but I'll write him as an alpha for now.

● he's similar to Price to be honest. He's quite passive, but not to such an extent.

● another man that omegas would feel safe with. He wouldn't really see it until he starts noticing that a lot of the lower ranking omega soldiers confide with him often. Definitely makes note of any reoccurring issues he hears and reports them to Price.

● won't start fights, but will end them if someone bothers him enough. He prefers to use words to end conflict but he'll take someone in a sparring match if he thinks it's necessary.

● smells very oaky, maybe mixed with some eucalyptus. He definitely has a relaxing smell, making him is the best cuddle contender on this list.

● his rut is a whole other story. He is also noticeably different.

● not aggressive or anything, but he'll get slightly more closed off, more serious. Soap isn't able to get as many laughs out of him during this time, but Gaz will still hang out with him.

● definitely worries about you more than he usually would.

● "Ouch!"

● "Hey, what happened? Let me see."

● "It's nothing, just a paper cut."

● "Jesus, you're bleeding. We need to go get a band-aid before it gets infected."

● "Huh? GazーGaz, its just a little cut."

● "And it could get way worse. Come on."

● His coddling won't be a confession, he'd probably just out right tell you. Not on purpose though. Those hormones will have him making some personal rash decisions and it'll slip out if he thinks you're being particularly alluring.

● not into him or you're taken? He'll avoid you to make sure he doesn't make any slips. If you ask about it he'll just tell you that he's just going through the motions of rut.

● Used to do the silly growling when he was a teen. Reality hit him once he was out of school that it was not sexy. Atleast, not the way he was doing it.

● if he let's a growl out anywhere near Soap or the captain? It's over for him. They will not let him live it down.

● covers his scent glands with patches to dampen his scent to make others more comfortable :)

SOAP

● another person I struggled with. I was stuck between omega and beta for a hot minute, however I have come to a conclusion.

● he's an omega (please don't kill me)

● Years in the military has given him a lot of practice when handling alphas, specifically, lower ranking ones.

● they get jealous, or viciously angry about having to take orders from an omega, and so he's had to put up with more than he'd like to say.

● would happily step into the ring with anyone who questions his integrity. He's quick to prove that he's where he is today because of his skills, and that his body does nothing to interfere with that.

● has forced himself to override his instincts when it comes to smells and alphas and whatnot. Probably struggled with it a lot when he was younger and got into somethings he shouldn't have. Learned from his mistakes and has tried to improve his restraint.

● Smells really earthy. Have you ever laid down on slightly wet grass and just got a whiff? That. And cotton.

● Heats for him aren't terrible. He will be a little needier, a little more talkative. You'll find him in his bed more often, curled in some spare blankets and entertaining himself on his phone.

● he's able to power through it on assignments if he needs to.

● I think of heats almost like periods? If ppl with periods can get though it (they shouldn't have to but you know) without getting the care and treatment that they should, then omegas could as well. Soap would definitely pop a few painkillers and keep trucking.

● expect for him to want you around A LOT.

● "Winter, here. Come closer. Closer."

● "I get any closer and I'll be in your bed."

● "I know. That's the point."

● You're his designated cuddle buddy. Prepare to be the big spoon because he will shamelessly ask you to be. Not a cuddler? Then maybe you'll at least hold his hand. He just craves that contact.

● let's say you're taken and/or not comfortable with that. He'd find solace in his pillow, or if Ghost doesn't mind, he'll ask him. Asking Ghost only has a 40% success rate, however.

● growls as a joke, but thinks it's actually very stupid. Has had people growl at him to be aggressive or sexy but he just ended up laughing them off.

● patches over his scent glands for his own sanity.

GHOST

● was split between alpha and omega. I obviously found a conclusion. Please do not kill me (again).

● So, I think he was born an alpha, but the environment he grew up in was so stressful that it caused his body to adapt into something that it thought would increase his survival chances.

● and so, he presented earlier than most as an alpha, but was put under so much pressure by his father that most would not have to endure at that age. The stress caused a hormone imbalance that lead to permanent damage to his body.

● thus, making him virtually an omega. (I would love to build on this concept more in the future)

● it's a rare phenomenon, but it can happen.

● is absolutely aggressive towards alphas he doesn't have familiarity with. He's probably even wary of betas as well dispite their general lack of danger.

● Price and Gaz are completely fine in his books. You are too if you're an alpha.

● no one picks fights with this man unless they want to get hurt, because that's the only viable conclusion.

● he's made a point that he is not to be fucked with, he doesn't not care who you are. Alpha's will have to bite their tongues and listen when orders leave his mouth.

● his smell is probably confusing. Like antifreeze and smoke. Sweet and musky. An odd mix.

● his heats are odd as well.

● he'll be damned if anyone catches him lacking. You will not be able to tell he's in heat because he'll be on a near lethal amount of hormone stabilizers and his neck will be matted with gland patches.

● but he's still human. Sometimes his shell will crack and he'll look for you. You'll know something's up when he asks to borrow a piece of clothing very casually.

● "Hey, Ghost. What's up?"

● "Think I can use one of your jumpers? Mines in the wash."

●"...? Yeah, sure. I think I have one that should fit you. It'll probably stink of me, though. Sorry about that."

● "'t's fine."

● jokes on you, that's why he wants it.

● using your clothes let's him relax and ride the motions of his heat with more comfort. It also helps him keep it private. Might wear the sweater to sleep or stuff it under his pillow.

● nothing of yours can be used? That's fine. He'll suffer in silence tbh. I can't imagine he has a nice, healthy list of coping mechanisms.

● growls, but intimately. Like a purring cat. It's rare, but it'll happen. If you point it out he will deny it until he dies. Don't expect to hear it again for a long time.

● most people think he's a beta because his scent is so muted. He does everything in his power to prevent anyone from finding out he's an omega.

[funnyfooddatabase]

Duff Goldman’s Kellogg’s NYC Residency Menu

Food AND Drink

Type of Funny Food: Event

Introduced: September 2018

Location: Kellogg’s NYC

Kellogg’s NYC is a now-closed “cereal cafe” that took up residence in Times Square- and then Union Square- from 2016 to 2019. In that short time, the cereal giant-owned cafe hosted a number of events, including one for National Cereal Day, and another for Pop-Tarts.

Another of these events was a two-day residency helmed by famed pastry chef and ‘Ace of Cakes’ Duff Goldman. Goldman created his own cereal-themed menu for the occasion, which included food- main course and dessert alike, and one drink!

The menu options were:

Corn Flakes Crunchy Mac ‘n’ Cheese, a baked bacon mac and cheese topped with Corn Flakes,

Special K Red Berry Yummy Frisée Salad, a curled endive salad with Special K Red Berry croutons, whole grain mustard vinaigrette, and cranberries, served with Corn Flakes-baked potatoes au gratin,

Snap Crackle Poppin’ Matzo Balls with Chicken Soup, Rice Krispies-based matzo balls in vegetable-filled chicken soup,

Kellogg’s Krispie Fish Sticks, Rice Krispies and Corn Flakes-battered cod sticks served in an actual fish bowl with your choice of assorted sauces,

Sunny-sensational Lahmajoun, a Turkish flatbread made with with bran dough drizzled with labneh and mint and covered in date puree, raisins, shredded haloumi, tumeric parsley pesto, lamb and sesame Raisin Bran sausage, and diced white onion,

Big Apple Jacks Bowl, a caramel-drizzled “deconstructed” caramel apple with a “snickerdoodle surprise” and peanut candy clusters, served in an event-exclusive bowl designed by Goldman,

Frosted Flakes Pumpkin Spiced-Up Rompope, a drink filled with Pumpkin Spice Frosted Flakes custard and topped with Frosted Flakes streusel and cinnamon whipped cream,

G-r-r-reatest Banana Kream Pie Ever, a maple-cinammon banana cream pie with Frosted Flakes crust with milk chocolate and Krave inside, 

and the Not So Mini Mini-Wheats Upside Down Cake, a pineapple and Frosted Mini-Wheats cake a la mode with pan-toasted Rice Krispies.

Interestingly, one offering was present in advertising for the event, but didn’t seem to make it to the official menu. This was some flavor (ha) of Froot-Loops-themed macaron and cookie with a color-changing rainbow custard that came out of a toothpaste tube.

Donations made during the short residency were given to the charity No Kid Hungry. Customers could also buy themed merchandise, such as the aformentioned Duff-designed cereal bowl.

[lehguru]

here i am with the first round of self-ship questions! c: how did you two meet? was it love at first sight or did it take some time? 💕

I HAD TO WAIT FOR SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS CUZ I WANTED TO GIVE IT MY ENTIRE FOCUS EJWGDHEHKDJ BUT AAAAAAAAA IT MADE ME SO HAPPY!!! imma start with my fav selfships from each fandom cuz yes. (jk it will b my main ones lol)

denjia (denji x me): with both of us it took some time! i know i know, its denji, but i think it would take at least sum weeks for him to actually grow true and real feelings for me. we probably met at high-school or because of some mutual friend (yoshida), but then i just started to go to his house to hang out all the time, till the point where i was basically living there (even leaving my clothes and makeup in his room).

leguru (bachira x me): i love to think that we would randomly meet at a cafe or maybe a blind date? but he would ask me where im from and get EXTREMELY excited when i say im from brazil LMAO i would take a while to fall for him but he would absolutely fall at first sight; he would look at me with heart eyes whenever i speak ngl

suguria (geto x me): he prolly saved me from a curse 💀 or we met at a museum (in a modern au). i think that i would immediately fall in love with him or at least be HELLA attracted romantically to him (going against my demiromantic ass), like?? a hot guy?? that knows abt art??? and dress up with baggy clothing??? and long hair??? AND HIS GORGEOUS BODY AND EYES??? yeah im in love. for him it would take a while, simply bcuz he would b actively trying to cut his feelings before they grow (but it wouldnt work)

livinho (lavinho x me): BRAZILIAN BITCHES!!!! i prolly met him at a party with funk playing lmao for some reason he decided to approach me (thats why i think he would either fall in love at first sight or second sight LMAO) and we just hit it off very well (not... in a nsfw way). he prolly leaves smthin he owns with me, like a necklace or a ring, just do he can text/dm me and make me go on a date with him just to give it back lol and tbh it wouldnt take me long to fall for him cuz hehe he is funny ♡♡

the CoD ones will b under the cut cuz im still a lil shy abt them

königia: könig immediately falls for me!!! i was in the administration of KorTac and probably helped to give them info to jobs and what they needed, so as soon as i walked in a meeting, he became extremely flustered and his eyes went WIDE, hella puppy-like (thank god his mask hid his blushy face). it takes me a while to fall for him, because he is SOOOO much taller and bigger than me so i would b so scared of him. i would probably fall as soon as i learn this huge teddy bear man have social anxiety and trips over his own words while he tries to ask me a question.

elimon (simon/ghost x me): probably the same situation as könig. i was in a admin role and we had a lot of contact with each other, but i think we both would take a while to fall for each other. me bcuz i would b a little intimidated by him and ghost bcuz huh... its ghost lmao. he legit doesn't feel the need to have a partner so he prolly dont even realize he's falling for me lol. i prolly fall for him while we communicate during his missions (me at the base andhim in the field), it includes some banter and i can see a little of his sense of humor so it makes me smile a lot — i definitely pick up a bit of his accent or at least sum british slangs like "bloody hell, lad"

[gemsofthegalaxy]

crack-taken-seriously AU where Ed is a Pro Gamer Streamer type who plays all the shit like COD and idk Dark Souls-esque games (i'm not into those games so idk that many). He's really good at them and has a massive bro-y following and Izzy is his moderator or something. His love and passion for those games is dwindling, though, and he doesn't know how to branch out. He secretly fears losing his audience if he strays too far from his regular content, not that admitting to being worried is in his Brand so he's quiet about it.

one day, though, he meets Stede at a gaming cafe type thing, who has never really played games before but picked up Animal Crossing due to the hype. After establishing a very quick friendship Stede convinces Ed to give it a go with him, and Ed somewhat quickly becomes engrossed and falls in love with the game (and Stede). eventually he gets the courage to go live playing ACNH and his fans are like "what the fuck is this shit" and he's like "Whatever mates, if you don't like it. fucking leave. Now let's terraform this fucking island!!"

he doesn't switch everything overnight or anything, just adds some of these chill "casual" games to his roster and eventually lets it slip its his boyfriend that got him into these other games.

bonus: he's got new fans thanks to the change in content type and a bit more openness to his personality and, due to popular demand, he eventually streams him and Stede playing some "real" game for the first time. Stede is naturally horrible but Lucius is modding the chat and proverbially takes anyone being mean about Stede out back and shoots them. Thankfully, most of the audience is pretty encouraging.

bonus bonus: maybe they make some "Gaming for Non-Gamer" type videos which in real life was done by youtuber Razbutan and is something that fascinates me personally.

[fictiousfragments]

ahh okay so,,.. first og post on tumblr. this is my cast of characters that i will be using in art & fanfics. all o' these will be undertale au variations, please let me know if i need to tag anyone.

i would love to answer questions but i think its safe to say nothing is gonna happen until later, whenever that is

they use masculine pronouns unless otherwise specified!!

UnderTale

Comic - his hobbies consist of conspiring with the rats and finding the most ridiculous places to hide. have you ever seen someone hide under the floor? it was him, always has been.

Rus - is his love for coffee the result of his jumpy enthusiasm, or does the coffee fuel his hyperactivity at 3am? we will never know. sorts his books after levels of nostalgia.

UnderSwap

Blue - being within a ten meter radius of him will make you giddy. motivation and an energy drink is all he needs to survive. oh shit, he spiked the punch again.

Stretch - he stores everything in his pockets, and is very big on social media. maybe its his personality, but everyone is staring at the chaos in the bg, while this man stays oblivious.

UnderFell

Red, Cherry - the sad wannabe tough guy. he looks like he could crush you with a hand, but in reality he just wants to know which cafe you got your vanilla latte from.

Edge - the diplomacy is a front, he is a bastardly cat father with no sense of style (it doesnt matter though, he can make it look good, fuck you linda).

SwapFell [purple designs]

Razz - [she/they] watches youtube, tells herself just one more, and whoopsies its 4am now. all of their shirts have cursewords on them because she has the same self-restraint level everywhere she goes.

Slim, Pup - cannot bother with sorting his music into playlists. he just has that autoplaylist 'liked' with at least 1000 different songs. he knows where every. single. song. is.

FellSwap [red designs]

Wine - being around him with a coffee mug feels like a crime. it must be gold plated or it will feel out of place. wine knows that, that's why he always drinks suspicious red liquid out of a wine glass.

Mutt - oh god who put him in charge of anything. its all memes. he shouldnt even have access to the internet anymore, since he hired hackers at one point to- oh, shit, sorry, thats classified-

TwistFell {@itsladykit}

Black - the entire house smells like baked goods, all the sugar is gone, and now black doesnt know what to do because all the counters are covered with cinnamon skulls with a hint of calcium.

Twist - reeks like chaos incarnate. there is a level of tomfuckery here unparalleled to anything anyone has ever seen. everywhere is not safe, run for your sanity!

SwapTwistFell {also @itsladykit, because good shit}

Plum - about as pleasant as a really old plum. he's also... you know... dead? probably.

Cash - prickly cactus man. hes smoking - no, really, where the fuck did all these dang cigarello buds come from? the cactus prickley thingies are, in reality, his cigarello outer coating.

HorrorTale

Axe - he's also rather dead! used to be a raging something or another.

Crooks - literally hyperfocuses on aethetics and books. every room in his house has a wildly different theme that is gorgeous on its own, but mixed together as it is, its like an assorted bag of eye ouchies.

DuskTale {my own au, will elaborate later on}

Cod - [they/them] they've been sitting in that same spot, doing nothing, for the last three hours. are they breathing? it sure doesnt look like it. call an ambulance just in case.

Acid - OH sweet baby jesus, someone left the door open and now the gremlin got into the garage. i dunno what he's making but it sounds like chemical distruction. face mask anyone?

[nervousladytraveler]

This is one of those end of year WIP not RIP things. Amazed at how much is still in that unfinished file...oh well.

This bit is from another modern Poldark AU. Untitled. Unfinished (and in my head, Ross Poldark's birthday is today, December 29th)

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Sometimes Ross Poldark felt his whole life ran in circles. In fact he’d had that same thought more than once as he moved through the same streets and ate at the same cafes or drank in the same pubs, and had the same conversations year after year. Maybe he drove a different car now or wore different clothes or even had different conversation partners, but it was largely still all the same. He had lived in Cornwall so long that it was part of him--the oxygen he breathed, the blood that ran through his veins.

Today he was tired but he wasn’t sure why. He’d slept well and he certainly wasn’t exhausted from physical activity--he didn't really do that too much any more unless it was an occasional home project he took on willingly. Even then he mostly hired those out these days.

Maybe he was just bored.

He was alone but that was a familiar feeling too, one he’d long since accepted as part of his identity, just like being a Cornish man. And except for a brief period in his twenties, he’d been alone his whole life.

The difference now was that he was comfortable with it. Demons and ghosts had largely faded, regrets had softened around the edges and none of the acidic self-loathing remained. Perhaps he had been more interesting when he was dark and unhappy--was he himself the cause of his boredom?

The cafe was crowded for 2 o’clock but he supposed more people were out midweek doing last minute holiday shopping. He was lucky to find an empty table in the rear corner. Hot soup and black coffee was what he needed.

He’d be turning 38 next week. It didn’t feel any different to him than the week before. He had no plans but supposed he’d better make some lest others start fussing.

Birthdays were the one day of the year he apparently wasn’t allowed to be alone. That would seem sad and tragic by society’s standards anyway. Not to him though--he had no more attachment to the December 29th than any other day. But all the same, he’d play along and invite Dwight and Caroline out for a drink. Just one drink then they’d call it an early evening and he could go home and do what he really wanted: be alone.

He’d be alone for Christmas too but he usually managed to get away with that. On that day everyone else was too busy with their own plans to really notice him. The years of obligatory family visits were long behind him, really since Aunt Agatha died. Once or twice he’d visited Verity and her little family but afterwards decided it really wasn’t the right time of year to camp on their sofa, to intrude on their happiness. Christmas meant something very different to little Andrew, just a boy, than to his old uncle Ross. And Ross felt he dampened the mood and trampled on something pure and lovely just by being there.

He’d done that before--ruined something innocent and lovely--and vowed not to ever again.

Last year he’d been abroad over Christmas and found that a happy coincidence. He thought he’d like to do that again but it was probably too late to book something. He could always just jump in his car and drive. Maybe Scotland--tour some old distillery and stay over for his birthday--then no one would question him being alone. He’d need to find a place to stay, one with a kitchen for self-catering would be ideal. He’d also need someone to mind his cat.

Thinking about this new plan, Ross suddenly felt less bored but only just so. He took a slurp from his cod chowder that was still too hot and regretted he hadn’t ordered a sandwich to go with it.

His spoon was midway between lips and bowl when he paused. Or was he frozen?

He knew she was there before he looked up. She hadn’t yet said anything or even touched him. It wasn’t scent--she wore a different perfume now from when he’d known her, but he wouldn't learn that until much later that night. It was more of a recognition of her energy, the way the very molecules of air shifted around her as she moved. Of course he’d never known anyone as well as he’d known her.

“Ross?” she said and in that single syllable managed to inflect so much meaning--and feeling. Gentleness, friendliness, warmth, light. And ease.

He couldn't help but smile. The thought had not occurred to him that he should try to be aloof or cool or some other such way one acts when accidentally meeting an ex. Especially an ex to whom one hadn’t really spoken for eight years.

“I thought it was you. Merry Christmas--well almost anyway,” she laughed that little laugh of hers that he knew would be accompanied by a somewhat self-deprecating eye roll. The laugh she’d use when she thought she’d said something silly or stupid. But she never had ever said anything truly stupid.

Next she shrugged, as he’d known she would.

Yes, even though they were strangers now, she was a stranger whose every inch of skin he still knew. Every inch.

And his skin? Could she still imagine it all? Did she ever?

His eyes darted around the room and saw there were no empty tables but her hands were full with a steaming mug and a plate of some sort of dessert.

“Please, why don’t you join me?” he asked, impressed with his quick thinking and even more so with his genuinely inviting tone. He wasn’t doing half bad for someone who just moments before was scheming how to remain a recluse for the next week.

“Oh thanks. I’d love to. I never do like sharing with strangers--I end up looking at my mobile too much just to avoid any awkward eye contact.”

“So I’m not a stranger?” he dared to tease.

“No, Ross,” she said with just a vapour of softness.

[rattledazzlebones]

Gen and Soap/Price fic rec list

I’ve decided to make lists of my favorite COD fics. I will be linking Ghost/Roach as it will be a separate post. These are all finished. They’re all under the cut so I don’t clog your page lol. (Here’s the Ghost/Roach one).

The Golden Road To Samarkand by ArmIa (Gen)

Summary: History is written by the victors, but history is filled with liars, and victory always comes with a Price. Spanning three world wars and everything in between, this is the story of a legend among legends. (11k)

My Thoughts: This is basically a kind of scifi/au character study of Price but it’s very well done and I highly recommend. 

Thanatos Denied by UrgentOrange (Gen)

Summary:  *MW3 AU* After their nearly fatal encounter with Shepherd, Soap and Price are forced to lie low in Afghanistan, but soon find themselves on the run from former allies. ( Plenty of violence and drug use in this one - for mature readers.) (122k)

My Thoughts: If you’re looking for extreme angst with character introspection: this is exactly what you need! I think about this one a lot.

Blood Brothers by breathe_out (Gen)

Summary:  What if Soap had lived?�� (1k)

My Thoughts: Soap lives! Read it >:)

The Barracks by doberman (Soap/Price)

Summary: The Barracks is a military-inspired inn based within Hereford, England, where good friends Soap and Ghost work. One day during his lunch, Soap sketches a handsome stranger in his journal. What he didn't know was that this stranger would later come to not only save him, but impact his life in more ways than one. Note: these portrayals are based on mw 2019's versions. (32k)

My Thoughts: Very sweet au that I was very eager to see updated.

Medicate by breathe_out (Soap/Price)

Summary: Price takes care of Soap. Obligatory sick!fic (700)

My Thoughts: If it’s a sickfic, I will almost certainly read it. This fandom is seriously lacking and this one was very enjoyable and enough to fuel my angst cravings.

The Powers of observation (except he’s really bad at it) by EpiKatt (me ik) (Soap/Price with BG Ghost/Roach)

Summary: Roach's pov on some key moments in Soap and Price's relationship. (2k)

My Thoughts: Other than this being my own fic, I’m an absolute sucker for outside pov and if anyone else is you might be interested.

Misery Loves My Company by EpiKatt (Soap/Price)

Summary:  This is simply a rewrite of the end of MW2 and the beginning of MW3 with just some minor changes to fit in Soap/Price. (5k)

My Thoughts: Yes, another of mine, but it’s the last one I swear. It’s just a more gay rewrite, you should totally read it.

RSASS and Shine by pricemactavish (Soap/Price with BG Ghost/Roach)

Summary:  RSASS And Shine is a decidedly unique little cafe in Hereford, England owned by best friends, Ghost, Roach, and Soap. His friends have each other, but all Soap has is his journal and his cat, until a new face comes in through the squeaky-but stylishly bullet lined door. (29k)

My Thoughts: Coffee shop au! I don’t usually like them but this one was done very well >:)