#his wry smile in the last one 💞

[sainz100]

some Max + the media pen moments via Mariana Gertum Becker's insta

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Konig and 141 boys hearing "Ok, boomer" from a younger so. Not in a mean way, though, but as a joke. Maybe they disagreed on something. Ty so much.

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Task Force 141 (+König) + gn! reader

OMG. I LOVE THIS IDEA. AHHHH thank you for the request Anon! Hope you enjoyyyy💞💞💞

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König

As you and König sat on the couch, engaged in a passionate debate about the merits of modern technology, your voices filled the room. The topic at hand was the increasing reliance on smartphones and social media, and the generational gap between you was apparent.

"Well…" König stated firmly, his voice laced with skepticism, "You are too consumed by your smartphones. Back in my day, we didn't have these distractions."

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "Oh, come on, König. You're sound like a boomer."

Silence filled the air and you watched as König's expression shifted from one of determination to confusion. His brows furrowed, and they fell into deep thought, comprehending your remark. The room grew quiet as könig processed the joke, his mind caught between questioning if it was satire or an actual insult.

Ten minutes passed, each second filled with mounting tension and anticipation. Finally, König broke the silence, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Y/N" he said cautiously, their eyes meeting yours "did you mean that as a joke?"

A mischievous grin spread across your face as you reassured him "Of course, König! It was just a playful jab, nothing more. I didn't mean any harm." You didn’t think he would really think about your statement.

König's shoulders relaxed, and a chuckle escaped their lips. "I suppose I still have much to learn about your sense of humor." he admitted with a smile. "But let me tell you, the world can be a serious place. Sometimes it's good to find a balance between tradition and progress."

You nodded in agreement. His last sentence just proved your point but you don’t say anything. You just smile at him because he looks adorable when he tries to lecture you about random things.

Simon Riley

Simon and you never really fought since you both are scared at the thought of screaming at each other. But one day, as you engaged in a spirited debate about a current topic, a disagreement emerged between you and Simon. The tension crackled in the air as opposing viewpoints clashed. In an attempt to lighten the mood, you playfully say "Okay boomer."

Simon's brow furrowed in confusion, his piercing blue eyes searching your face for a clue. "Boomer?" he repeated, his voice tinged with genuine puzzlement. "I'm not that old! Compared to Price, I'm practically a baby compared to him."

A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of your lips let a wheeze escape, realizing the misunderstanding. "Oh, Simon" you replied, laughter dancing in your voice. "It was just a joke. I didn't mean it literally." you continued to laugh.

Relief washed over Simon's face, replaced by a wry grin. "Ah, I see" he said, his voice laced with amusement. "You certainly know how to keep me on my toes, don't you? But next time, warn me before you unleash your arsenal of jokes."

You playfully nudged him, the camaraderie between you reigniting. "Deal" you replied, your eyes sparkling. "Consider yourself warned, Lieutenant Riley. From now on, I'll make sure to give you a heads up before I unleash any more jokes."

As laughter filled the room, the tension disappeared, replaced by a sense of shared Love.

John MacTavish

The two of you found yourselves engrossed in a lively debate, each passionately defending your respective opinions. The air crackled with the sparks of disagreement as the conversation grew more intense. And just when it seemed like the tension would overwhelm the room, you couldn't help but blurt out "Okay boomer" as a joke.

John's reaction was utterly priceless. His usually composed demeanor shattered like a clay pot dropped from a rooftop. A wheeze escaped his lips, followed by a burst of uncontrollable laughter. His shoulders shook and he clutched his sides, struggling to catch his breath..

Your eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of shock and amusement playing on your face. John's laughter was too funny and soon, you found yourself doubled over, laughter escaping your lips.

The room echoed with your laughter. The weight of the disagreement lifted, overshadowed by the sheer absurdity of the situation. Time seemed to stand still as the two of you laughed, tears streaming down your faces, muscles aching from the sheer force of your amusement.

Finally, as the laughter began to subside, John wiped a tear from his eye and managed to compose himself. His voice still tinged with residual chuckles, he says"That... that was unexpected." And soon you forgot about the disagreement and talked about something else.

John Price

You and John spent as much time together as you can. It became clear that your perspectives on certain matters didn't always align. One day, during a discussion about a topic with Kids and if they should have an iPad at such a young age for school, you both had different views.

"Okay boomer." you finally say as John said something only and older person would say.

Price raised an eyebrow, momentarily taken aback by your response. His eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward, his voice laced with confusion. "Boomer, am I? I may be old, but I'm not that old. Don't underestimate me."

Your laughter escaped your lips, filling the air that even John couldn't resist. He watched you, a mixture of confusion and amusement playing across his features.

"What's so funny?" he asked, unable to contain a smile of his own.

You composed yourself, wiping away tears of laughter. "John, it was just a joke."

Price's stern expression softened, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. "Ah, I see. So, it's just a harmless jab, then?"

You nodded, still chuckling. "Exactly." you said.

Price leaned back, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, I'm glad we got that cleared up."

Kyle Garrick

One sunny afternoon, as you and Kyle lounged around the base, the topic of conversation took an unexpected turn. A lively debate came up with you expressing your opinion and Kyle fervently defending his own.

"Okay boomer," you exclaimed.

A look of mock outrage crossed Kyle's face as he showed offense. "Hey now, I'm not even old! I‘m not even 30?" he replied, defending himself.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the air. He looked amused and in that moment he understood that it was satire and you didn’t mean it actually.

Kyle's expression softened, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "You!" he said letting out a chuckle himself.