Zombie Apocalypse -Ghost-

Lost and found -König-

Tw: some cuss words?

When I tell you that König is a southern man in my head, heee is.

You knew that when you were in high school listening to the speeches of how to not to do drugs, or how bad drinking is for you, or how its double bad to drink and drive, you start to wonder why you didn't pay close enough attention because if you did you wouldn't be stranded on the side of the road.

Truthfully you weren't that tipsy, a shot here and there didn't kill you but having a run down car and only a small amount of water definitely did. You did not think that this was how your night was going to turn out. Watching your feet as you walk along side the road you put your thumb out in hopes of catching somebody, anybody really would be perfect. "Come ooooon" you yell out as another car passes you for the umpteenth time. You sit down in the grass feeling a bit embarrassed for yourself while trying to keep your puke in rather then out. How nice it was to finally see a truck pull over to the side of the road after sitting there waiting for so long, your knight and shining armor. You stood up to slowly start walking to the truck while you feel your nerves go haywire, when the biggest gol darn man you have ever seen steps out of the drivers side. "Hey are you okay?" "Do you need help?"

Your entire body is frozen in place, that is not a knight in shining armor, that is a executioner, why the hell does he have a rag over his face, why is he so big? he looks like he could squeeze your head right in between his arms and you would pop like a cherry. "My name is König, I am sorry to scare you, I just saw you sitting here and wanted to see if you needed any help". You watch as he takes off his red flannel and hesitantly hands it to you. "Here, you can wear this, its a bit chilly out here" As you slowly reach up to grab his flannel you peak at the back of the sticker that on his truck. "Military" you state out loud. König chuckles a bit and nodes his head. "Ya I am in the military, a good chunk of my life really"

"If you want I can drive you someplace safe, or you can use my cellphone to call someone"

If only you knew any numbers on the top of your head, you politely ask him to take you back home. He walks around his truck to open up the door for you as you climb into the passenger seat. Trying to cover your bottom with your hand as you do so, because your skirt might just be a little to short. You watch as he closes the door and steps back into the drivers seat. Sitting there as he starts to drive back onto the road you slip the flannel on. You never would have expected his flannel to smell as good as it does. Like a crisp wood smell with a hint of smoke, and definitely some sweat and dirt to. Maybe because you have been a bit buzzed, only know you have realized that this man has a thick Australian accent as he is speaking to you. "Your jacket is so warm" you say as you cut him off. You see him peeking at you through the corner of his eye, but as he starts to ask you were you live you fall asleep with your head against the window.

This image is from hqsugax on twitter.

So I do have an idea of maybe adding a second part to this but I am not positive yet. I hope you enjoyed my little story of one of my favorite husbands. Thanks for reading.

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His prying eyes -Nikto-

Feeling your fingers glide across the keyboard as you continue your progress to end the day. Lord knows how many hours you have been cramped over your computer trying to find out wanted data for your team.

You would think that sense hacking is a big part of the military maybe they would give you a more comfortable work space, but yet you got stuck with a squeaky chair and dim lighting. Standing up to stretch and flex your calves, you walk to the much needed coffee that's in the vending machine.

"y/n"

It was so light that you almost didn't catch it, you almost didn't hear the quick breath of your name that rolled off his tongue.

Your skin is crawling, it is like your entire body has been alerted of something near that shouldn't be. Shifting your eyes from one end of the hall to another ,you look but there is nothing. Maybe your just paranoid. It can certainly happen when your staring at the same screen all day.

You start retrieving back to your working desk only to be startled that your coworker is sitting there. "Nikto" you say out loud. How in the balls did you miss seeing this giant guy walk right into your office, let alone sitting in your chair.

"We came to see if you have finished with what we needed" He rasps out.

You walk to your desk to start printing out the papers that needs to go into the vanilla file. "Ya I am just about done here, it took me awhile but thankfully I was able to attain everything we needed". He grunts in response but it is something you expected.

Nikto is a man of short talks, he speaks when needed and sometimes he doesn't speal even when it is needed. Most of the time he grunts or huffs, walking around base like he has no care in the world, but what you didn't know is that he did have a care for you. A very small crack in his shitty heart that he set to the side when it came to you. Something you never seemed to notice was the fact that he was the one to always come to retrieve you when you were needed, or be the first one to spare with you when it came to practice your combat skills.

He never really cared much when it came to women in his life, but god did the hair on his skin stand when he sees you. His mouth dries out and his hands start to shake, you've been a part of his team for a while and he hopes to keep it that way.

Grabbing ahold of the file and passing it on to him, he says a simple thanks and walks out, not to long after you follow in his foot steps sense work is done and over with.

you just wish you could break this feeling that your being watched.

--- I hope you enjoyed this little chapter I wrote out for yall. Please know that this is my first time writing fanfiction so if you don't like it please don't leave any mean comments, but if you have any ideas on how I can improve please let me know!!!---

Soaf

Office worker Soap who almost poops his pants everyday, because you bring him non decaf coffee and he can't bear to tell you that he can't have dairy products.

His favorite -Ghost-

Simon "Ghost" Riley who bought a glass cup of your favorite color so he can drink bourbon out of. Simon "Ghost" Riley who nicknamed his gun a similar name to yours. Simon "Ghost" Riley who pushes soap over during meal times so he can sit next to you first.

Simon "Ghost" Riley who watches the insane amount of TikTok's you send him so you know that he appreciates them

Simon "Ghost" Riley who is always a few inches behind you in the battle field because he would never let anyone harm you.

I hope you enjoyed, maybe tomorrow I will post something about price. Thank you!!!

Sheepherder Simon

TW: mentions of guns and cussing It was something strange, something interesting to look at when you went outside of your house, following along the riverside to make your way around the small farm that was slowly loosing life.

A man, a giant man to be exact, seeming to be huddled into the herd of sheep you have, the big momma of the group licking his leg in comfort while patiently waiting to see any reaction from the man.

Dropping your bucket of hay you collected you start running inside back towards your house, your no idiot to a situation like this. A man stumbling upon your farm, pretending to be injured just to strike when you let your guard down. Feeling the air between your feet and reaching your hands out to touch the door, you make your way towards the kitchen to grab the shotgun you have below the kitchen cabinet.

Grabbing two shells and shoving them into the barrel you start to pace your breathing as you walk back outside, eyes set on the man that's still laying in the same spot. Letting out a loud whistle and walking through the few sheep you have you point the barrel of the gun towards the man, kicking his leg to wake him up.

"Who the hell are you?" you said loudly, startling some of the sheep.

The man starts to sture a little bit, opening his eyes and moving his hands in front of his face, blinking multiple times and taking small, hard breaths.

"I'm Simon"

"Simon?" you say lightly, kneeling down a little bit to get a better look at him. "Well Simon, I hope that you can see this gun I have in my hand and the fact that your on my goddamn land." You watch as he looks around, setting his eyes upon the sheep that have wondered around yall.

"This is your land?" He states out loud, letting a painful groan follow after.

"Yes, it is mine and you need to leave. I have helped men that have come along in a similar state like you but I shall not do it again, you need to leave."

Simon starts to allow his eyes to wonder, starting from the lack of shoes on your feet to the worried look on your face, as you try to hold yourself together. "Look I don't mean no harm, I was hurt, my leg has been twisted a bit and it's bleeding. If you give me some tools i can help myself up and leave as you wish."

Taking a step back and contemplating on what you do, you do try to get a better look at his leg, you do start to feel a little bad reckon that you did just kick the crap out of the leg that seems to be a bit twisted. "What happened to your leg" you ask him.

"I was running after one of my sheep, I have my own farm a good bit back from yours, though I don't think I have ever seen you before" He states as he raises his eyebrow a bit. "There was some wolves that came around, and I was trying to get my sheep back into there shed when one ran off and I followed, and well here I am."

You watch as he points at you, feeling your eyebrows come together in confusion. "Look behind you" he says. You turn your head slowly and sure enough there is a a sheep, a sheep you don't really recognize. "Simon I have random sheep come onto my land every so often, it's not something that is new, so I need you to really start telling me the truth."

Simon tries to sit up a bit, wincing in pain and leaning back a on his arms when he lets out a long, loud whistle, one very similar to the one you had let out not to long ago. As you stand there above him, you watch as the sheep starts walking towards him, slowly at first but then start to run at a slow pace. "Tots" he says very low. "Her name is Tots and she is my dumbest sheep out of all of them" He starts to pet her head while looking back at you.

"I am not gonna beg you not to shoot me, if that's what you feel like doing then go ahead, but at least if I die here you might as well take care of Tots out of your guilty conscious"

You start to lower your gun and let the barrel set close to your foot. "Let me see what I can find for you, just wait here". As you start to make your way back to your house you start to wonder if this is a good decision, you've helped a man out like this before and where did it leave you?

Alone and nowhere to go.

Gathering what you can and making sure to grab a small bucket of water, you make your way back towards Simon, taking in the scenery of him and the sheep, almost back in the huddle that they where in when you found him. "I have some water, bandages, and a single bandied i found in my kitchen" Simon lets out a small chuckle and grabs what you have " oh yes, a bandied is exactly what I need".

You see him eye you as you start to frown "Well I do have crutches but frankly there in the attic and I can't reach the string to pull the latter down." "You look tall enough to reach an attic string if I say so myself" he lets out while trying to roll up his pant leg. "Well I can't, so unless you can go in there yourself to grab them I don't think your getting them" He looks at you and gives a small nod.

"Can you help me up?, I know I'm a big man but I promise I won't do anything, help me up and ill grab the string to the attic for the crutches and stitch myself up."

Walking a bit closer to him and debating on wither you really should, you decide to because you do know that you have more of a advantage if he does decide to do anything. Helping him stand up and trying not to fall when he applied most of his weight on you "What's your name?" he says as he turns his head to look at you.

"Y/n" you say out loud. You see him smile a bit and nod his head "Y/n, that's a nice one, really pretty". You turn your head to glare at him as your almost to the front of your house, "Don't think flattery will get you anywhere, i am simply helping then you will be on your way, the same for Tots."

He nods his head in agreement. "As you have said, that is what I shall do." While making your way through the front door and making a turn into the small hallway where your stairs are, he pulls on the string and brings down the latter for it. You help walk him back into your living room to sit down on the couch, to make your way up the attic stairs. You hated going up here, the pile of boxes of someone you loved stacked away being unused and forgotten.

Coming out of the attic and walking back towards the living room you take a stop to really look at Simon. You can't really help but admire how he is really built like a farmer, His muscles tight through his flannel and the scares that ran across his face, let alone the nice tan he has going on, he is a beautiful man to look at.

You watch as he struggles to finish getting his pant leg up past his knee, you walk towards him and bend down to help. " I know how to sew and what not, I use to help my late husband when he would get hurt tending to the animals." You look up to see his eyes widen a bit.

"Husband" Simon says, not really surprised but having a undertone to it. "Well that was before he past, those are his crutches there so please take care of them."

Simon nods his head in acknowledgment while his lips tighten in a line "I understand". He watches as you start to dab the rag in water and onto his wound, taking deep breathes when you start to actually stitch it up. "Thank you y/n, I really do appreciate this."

Giving him a small smile and making sure to clean up the mess, you start to walk away when you feel him grab your arm, very gentle and as soft as he can manage.

"Let me stay the night y/n, I know it is a lot to ask but I can hardly walk and I'm tired, in return I'll help you with your farm the best I can while taking care of mine."

You can feel the tears start to swell and your heart beating heard against your chest. It has been years sense you've last had any man come anywhere near you like this, and even offer to help you. you can't help but feel a bit ashamed. You're a widow, left alone in this house to rot and die, and it is something you have come to accept a long time ago, but here, right now, you can make a decision just like you did years ago when your late husband sat in that same chair, in this same situation.

"Okay" you say to him. "You can help"

So this story if intended to be sort of a slow burn and i will definitely add a second chapter whenever I am able to. but intel then I hope you enjoy reading my story!!!

Sheepherder Simon (pt.2)

TW: None

Sorry this one feels a little rushed but I haven’t posted in a good while so I’m trying to get back into the flow of it.

A few months have passed since you found Simon laying out on your lawn, broken and twisted with his sheep stuck to his hip.

You helped him repair himself, making sure his wounds were clean every night, applying ointments, and laying out dry bedsheets on the couch.

When You allowed Simon to stay that one night you would not have guessed it would turn into this. Making two plates of food every night, buying his favorite bourbon to stack in the cabinet, or washing his laundry while he tends to the animals.

You know in your gut it’s wrong, to be looking at him the way you do, to compare him to the man you lost, but sometimes you put all of that under lock and key, especially when he has his eyes on you when the night sets low and the only sound is the humming of your voice.

You swear the look in his eyes is of a man that has found a golden treasure. He doesn’t talk as much as he did the day you found him, but when he does it’s so gentle. He comes up to you and hooks his finger onto yours to make sure he has your attention, because he truly wouldn’t want anyone else’s.

Little to your knowledge, Simon can see the struggle that you hide when when your longing for him. It’s like a battle being fought that he doesn't have the info for. He can feel your heart beat quicken when he bends down close to you to pick up something, or when he purposely takes his shirt off in the living room after work, claiming that “A man that works hard should be allowed to walk around shirtless in any home”.

He knows that he needs to do something that could have you seeing him for him, not a man that use to be there.

You watch your hands as you set the mason jars inside the pot of water, when you can feel his presence close to you. His chest pressed to your back and his hand slowly grazing your thigh.

“Y/n” he crumbles out, making sure to keep his voice low and steady.

“You have been here to long y/n” you can hear him take a deep breath, debating on what chosen words he should say next.

“Your soul, your body, your mind is glued to this place, this house that no longer served you any purpose. I see the pictures you have turned around on the walls, the cups you don’t touch in the cabinet, the looks you give me. It’s time to let go y/n, let me take you. Let me have you as one. Let me take you back home with me”.

You feel your hands start to tremble and your breath quicken, how could you leave all of this behind. This has been your life for years, being married and trying for children while tending to a farm. How could you leave the place you very much built your whole life around, but when it come to looking in Simon’s eyes, the desperation he has and the creases in the his forehead, you wonder if maybe there was something holding on to him too.

Feeling his hands grab your waist and his face nuzzle against your check you let yourself wonder for a second, a life on a different farm. That maybe this was your chance to have what you wanted and try to start living for yourself again, with the help of him, instead of living in this shell that has the scent of another.

Maybe it’s time to let go and allow yourself to be loved.

I hope you enjoyed!! I also love this gif lol.

@crunchyheartbeat (what a satisfying name) made a GhostxReader post and I had to nyoom in on a HC I have:

Imagine in those fics where Ghost has a decent flat and good taste, he has these to drink from

All eyes on you -Nikto-

Nikto couldn't understand the feelings he had coursing through his veins, why his pulse was quickening, his hands were clammy, and his throat felt dry, but how lovingly he stared at you with his bright blue eyes. He was absolutely smitten on how your night shirt wrapped around your curves just right, how he could make out the outline of the rolls on your side. How you were shuffling your feet on the ground with a slight smile on your face, while he watched your entire face turn red from blushing so hard. The steam from your shower was still rolling off of you, hair wet and tangled. He had wanted nothing more then to be by your side tonight, to hold you close to his chest and to feel your soft skin. To feel your chest rise and fall and to hear you breathing out loud. He needed to know that you were alive and next to him throughout the night. The thoughts in his head could be a lot for him at times, making up scenarios that had him fighting rage inside that one couldn't see from the outside, but when you invited him in to spend the night when he confessed that he needed you by his side, he knew that he would punish himself if he said no. You were absolutely perfect to him. You are his entire world, his savior in life, the one he needs without even realizing at times. When he decides to strip down to nothing besides his boxers and mask, and asked you if you were comfortable with sharing the bed together, you finally felt like the missing piece in your body was sliding into place. He was so gentle and almost hesitant when you laid yourself next to him. It was like you were going to break if he touched you to hard. You could feel his arm curling itself around you, placing his hand along side your back with the biggest sigh being left out. The hair on his chest was smooth and the scars on his skin deep. When he thought you were asleep he would smell your hair trying to engrave it into his brain. He would rub his hands along side your back and rub his feet along side yours. He was in heaven and he never wanted to let go. He knew that one day he was going to die, and if that day was tonight laying next to you, he would fully accept it with his only thoughts being of you.

I hope you enjoyed reading, this is definitely one of my favorite post so far. I hope yall's night/day is going well.