⋆★ RIOT!! ★⋆

⋆˖୨୧Call me Riot୨୧˖⋆

🍬I write blurbs, drabble, some oneshots, funny commentary, a lotta complaints. Stick around for that :p

MDNI its weird for all of us

18 yrs old

🍭Love House MD, New Girl, Valorant, Call of Duty

‼️ Don't message me if ur creepy, I just wanna write & make friends man ;-;

On page 43 of writing my goth ahh research paper rn, send help 🙏🙏

Im in a writing mood so if yall got oneshot ideas PLEASE LEMME HEAR EMM🙏🙏

I haven't ever really thought of it like that man, I use the tags I like to use - mainly the COD tags when I post drabble or oneshots, and girly thoughts a lot because hello, I am girl - these are my thoughts.😭

Also hello I am a teenage girl (eight-TEEN), most of the ppl who follow me are 18, 19, n like 22 💀

I don't see it as 'attracting teens' in any way, just tagging for the kind of people who usually like reading my stories, and that's a lot of girly girls, who like COD, Girlblogging, and have Manic Pixie Dream Girl Energy idk what to tell ya🤷‍♀️

Dw twin I see the vision let's do it ✨️

AHH I LOVE IT

!Suggestive Language at the End! MAINLY FLUFF!! 💖

You had a theory.

König didn’t make mistakes.

König made mistakes around you.

And honestly?

It had become your favorite pastime.

───♡───

He’d be standing at attention like a statue, perfect posture, flawless form - and then you’d wander by with that look on your face.

“Königgg” you jeered, peering at his gear. “You sure that’s on right? Looks… crooked.”

It wasn’t crooked.

It became crooked the moment you said it was.

His fingers tightened on the strap, overcorrected, and suddenly the whole thing was out of alignment.

“I am correcting it,” he said calmly.

You tilted your head. “You sure? Looked better before I got here...”

He didn’t respond. He just fixed it, jaw set, expression unreadable behind the mask.

"Hm, weird." You shrugged before walking away.

That was the thing.

He never defended himself. Never teased back. Never let anything slip.

Except his hands.

Later, in the comms room,

“Königgg,” you called lazily from your chair, spinning once. “Did you always type that slow or is that a new personality trait?”

The keyboard sounds paused.

“I am not slow.”

“You just typed your own callsign wrong.”

A beat.

“…It is a difficult word.”

You laughed. He didn’t.

But the tips of his ears burned so hot he was sure the mask couldn’t hide it.

He stood up in a huff, exiting the room.

He didn’t go to the mess hall for dinner.

He went straight to his bunk.

The room was quiet, lights dimmed low, the soft whir of ventilation filling the silence. He sat on the edge of the bed for a long time before lying down, boots still on, hands folded over his stomach like he was bracing for impact. He stayed like this for quite some time.

A few footsteps thumped in the hallway as he laid there, pondering.

Then they stopped for a minute, shadow clear under his door.

König stayed put.

A folded up peice of paper wedged it's way under the door, sprining open once it had reached the other side. More footsteps, then nothing.

He got up after the hallway lights had timed out, picking up the note, and taking it over to a table where he could see it under a light.

Turning on a lamp, he sat down.

Sorry about today :(

It read.

He flipped it over.

Same time tomorrow? <3

He replayed everything.

Your voice. Your laugh. The way you always found him, always singled him out like he was some private joke only you were in on.

You didn’t know what it did to him.

He kept it buried - years of practice, burying things. He never looked at you too long. Never lingered near you unless duty required it. Never let himself imagine what your teasing would sound like if it wasn’t public, if it wasn’t sharp.

But at night, alone, he failed.

He pocketed the note, folding it up exactly as you had, and returned to his bed.

He stared up at the ceiling above him, the metal slats casting shadows across the room, and let himself think things he would never say out loud.

She likes when I lose control.

Not in the obvious way - you didn’t want him weak. You wanted him human. Fallible. You wanted proof he wasn’t just a husk of a man, with a rifle.

She likes to see me flustured.

His chest tightened.

He turned onto his side, facing the wall, one gloved hand curled beneath his cheek.

Tomorrow you would do it again. Call him out, poke holes in his perfect discipline, laugh when he slipped.

And he would let you.

Because the alternative - being invisible to you - was far worse.

His breathing slowed, the base settling into its nightly hush around him, your voice still echoing faintly in his ears as a tent formed in his cargo pants.

Fuck... Y/N..

Pent up & achy, König eventually fell asleep.

That next morning, he realized something.

She only saw a soldier who slipped up when teased - he saw the only person who ever made him want to be seen.

<3

New Years Eve Ghost who always admired Y/N from a distance..

Almost a stalker but c'mon he just wants to be close to you <3

Lurker!Ghost who followed you out on New Year's Eve. He gained access to your texts months ago, saw you making plans with your friends to go out partying & started worrying about all the dangerous things that happen to pretty girls like you - especially at a bar on New Year's.

Lurker!Ghost who always ends up positioned where he can see you, without being seen. Leaning against doorframes, pretending he’s guarding exits when really he’s just watching you laugh with the others, enjoying the New Year's party like it’s the only thing keeping him in the bar. (It very much is.)

Lurker!Ghost who times his movements to yours. If you drift toward the drinks table, he relocates to the wall behind it. If you sit down, he claims the chair across the room that gives him the clearest line of sight. He'd already seen 4 drinks get spiked. Too many people want to hurt you, it's just safer this way.

Lurker!Ghost who never interrupts your conversations - just waits for them to end. Grabbing another drink just so he can eavesdrop on you & your friends. He waits for a quiet moment, then murmurs something low to you like it’s nothing important, when it’s actually the highlight of his night.

Lurker!Ghost who refuses to join the countdown, but keeps checking the clock. Every time someone yells “Ten minutes!” he stiffens a little, jaw tight, knowing he'd have to watch you make-out with a strange once the clock hit midnight.

Lurker!Ghost who watches you at 11:59 like it’s a live wire. Noise everywhere - people shouting, music blaring - but all he hears is your voice somewhere in the crowd. His hand twitches like he might reach for you. He doesn’t. You leave. Your friends stayed, grabbing onto random guys & pulling them in for a peck. You hailed a cab.

Lurker!Ghost who wants to kiss you so badly it’s almost painful. A real quiet, needy feeling sitting heavy in his chest. A few hours of closeness to mark a whole new year with you.

Lurker!Ghost who leaves the bar right after midnight. You're already on your way back to your apartment, there was nothing else for him there. He paid his tab & started his car, cursing himself for not buying you a drink.

Lurker!Ghost who lingers in the hallway outside your apartment afterward. He doesn’t knock. Just stands there for a moment, helmet tucked under his arm, whispering “Happy New Year,” to a closed door before finally walking away.

His new years resolution?