141 + Knig Teaching Medic!Reader To Spar

141 + König teaching Medic!Reader to spar

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141 + König & Reader

Short Drabble

Price decides that you need to learn how to spar. He doesn’t really explain it, but you go alone with it anyway.

It would be inaccurate to say you weren’t surprised when Price called you into the gym in the middle of the day. You were in the midst of getting as much paper work out of the way as you could before you took your lunch break when you got the call.

“Head down to the gym, need your help with something.” Was all you got from him before he hung up. You were expecting to have to supervise a particularly rough sparring session.

Once you’re in the gym, Price calls you over to stand in front of him. “I’ve never seen you in combat, so I want to know what you can do.” Lucky for you, you were already dressed in some workout appropriate clothes.

“Don’t worry. You’ll have a good teacher.” He says, gesturing to…

———Simon “Ghost” Riley———

Isn’t going to go easy on you and treats you like any other rookie in need of training

Doesn’t train like he would with Soap or Price, makes sure to treat you like you have no experience in fighting

Doesn’t spend time letting you get any “free hits” in, not a hardass but definitely not just gonna “let you win”

Believes in the “people out there won’t be nice to you, so it’s best you learn now with people who will be”

Ultimately just wants to see you learn and be safe

Ghost steps onto the mat in front of you, practically staring you down through the holes in the fabric mask he wears around base. His gaze is cold and calculated, already analysing you as you step on in front of him.

He drops into a low stance, feet spread slightly, looking relaxed. His hands come up to shield his torso and face, balled into loose fists, hovering still in the air.

You barely have the chance to try and mimic him before he’s stepping in and throwing you to the ground. It’s a clean and controlled takedown, nearly landing you on your front. You would’ve been winded were if not for Ghost’s hand balled up in the fabric of your shirt, holding you up.

The moment doesn’t last long at all, as he elects to drop you onto the ground. You manage to catch yourself on your forearms before rolling onto your back and staring up at him. He holds a hand out to you, eyes crinkling slightly with a smile.

“Get up, you’re not gonna learn anything on the floor.”

——John “Soap” MacTavish——

Mostly fun and games, even during this

He doesn’t feel the need to be absolutely serious, but will still point out areas where he feels you need to pay attention

Knows this is likely your first time ever fighting, so takes it easy - but not too easy

Kind of forgets you aren’t a solider at one point and gets a little too harsh with his hits - he feels so bad

Enjoys helping you learn

Soap is bouncing on the balls of his feet as you try and ready yourself. You haven’t the vaguest idea what you’re supposed to be doing with your hands or feet. Luckily, Soap is here to guide you!

“Hands up, protect your organs and your head - they’re important, ‘specially for someone that has to think all the time, like you,” he chuckles lightly, bringing his head up slightly, looking directly into your eyes.

His eyes sparkle with mischief as you follow his instructions. You find your body sinking slightly, easing into a lower stance that makes your thighs burn after a few minutes.

“I’m going to punch you - slowly - and I want you to try and block it.”

He does as he says and you do your pathetic and best attempt to block it. That attempt being you brining your hands up to shield your head and scrunching up your face.

“I think we’ve got a lot to learn.”

Despite his chaotic nature, he makes a surprisingly good teacher.

———Captain John Price———

Feels responsible to do this, seeing as he’s the one who called you down here

Very slow in his movements - a combination of him being a patient man and knowing you have little to no experience

Much like Soap, he tries to keep it more lighthearted so you don’t feel under pressure

Spends a lot of time correcting you, moving to grab your arms and tug them into place or kicking/tapping your ankles to get you to move your feet

Price doesn’t bother trying to fight you, instead opting to stand with his arms crossed across his chest before you. He looks at you with a look somewhere between disappointment and analysis - you can’t really tell. Something about him does, however, says ‘deep in thought’.

“Hands up, legs apart, relax your knees,” he speaks while moving to stand behind you, placing his hands in your upper arms. You quickly realise he’s doing this to support you as he gently kicks at your ankles. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s just hard enough that it causes your legs to shift and you to sink your stance.

“There. Much better,” he mutters, moving round to the front of you and taking your wrists in his hands. “A low stance means a low center of gravity. A low center of gravity if good for balance. Better balance, less likely you are to be knocked over. I’m sure you can infer why that’s a good thing.” He speaks as he moves your hands, placing your hands about half a foot in front of you.

“Keep your guard up. You got one head, if the enemy gets it, you’re gone. Don’t give them the chance.”

He stands in front of you, out of reach of any misplaced punch or pathetic kick you might try and throw.

“You learn quick enough, I’m sure this’ll go smoothly.”

———————König———————

He’s well aware of both his strength and size and is incredibly nervous to try this - especially when he thinks about the fact that you haven’t been trained to fight

König wants to do right by you, he really does, but his nerves get the best of him sometimes

He’s very hesitant to touch you, so ends up taking a very hands off approach to teach you instead, opting to stand next to you and have you copy him instead

König is fidgety as he moves to stand next to you, holding his hands up with his left hand in front. He waits, unmoving for a second, before looking down towards you.

“Could you copy me please?” He speaks, voice seeming to crawl out of his throat at the same speed that honey drips off a spoon.

You do as you’re told, trying your best to copy his stance. It takes a few minutes for you to get it right, not including you making tiny little adjustments to your position to try and be as accurate to your teacher as possible.

König can’t help but chuckle a little at your actions. He makes a small comment, asking you to raise your front fist up slightly.

“Put your non-dominant hand forwards, so when you punch, you can punch with your dominant hand.”

You do as told, holding your non-dominant hand further in front of you than your dominant one. This prompts another laugh from him.

“You need to also put the same leg forwards. Left hand forwards,” He pauses for a second, taking care to gesture to his left hand. “Left leg forwards.” He does the same thing, this time gesturing to his leg, planted sturdy in the ground, providing a solid support.

“You have to do the same,” he speaks with a hint of a smile but with nervousness dripping off of every syllable.

“Don’t worry, it gets easier with time.” He reassures you, and you’re almost certain you see his eyes crinkle in a smile.

That wasn't very heroic

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Kenny McCormick x Fem!Reader

Kenny is on the run from the cops and needs a safe place to hide, so he chooses a house and breaks in. Little does he know, the occupant is still awake... But surprisingly, she isn't too upset to see him

Kenny can feel the snow crunching under his feet as he runs, fresh and crisp, compressing with each footfall. The sirens wail in the distance, slowly growing quieter as he continues to run – the flashing blue and red lights fade in time. He needs a safe house and he needs one fast.

The thought of a house right on the edge of town pops up. It’s a small place, if he remembers correctly, with two people inside at most. Maybe the police would check there first, have a single smart thought between them and check the most out of the way house.

Doesn’t matter, not as Kenny approaches the house. None of the lights are on, but one of the second story windows is cracked open ever so slightly. If it isn’t locked in position, then there’s just enough room for him to slip his fingers under the window and crack it open the rest of the way. If it is locked, then… Well, Kenny’s never had a problem with a little bit of property damage.

Finally reaching the side of the building, he begins to scale the brick. Wall running has never been a problem for him, especially not after years of practice. There is a hole in a brick about halfway up between the first story and second story. This makes it easy for Kenny, giving the chance to practically launch himself off a lower window ledge and use the hole to hoist himself the rest of the way up.

Luckily for him, the window isn’t locked in position – in fact, it slides open incredibly easily. So easy actually that it nearly makes Kenny lose his balance and topple backwards. He manages to recover at the last second, digging his nails into the wooden frames though his gloves. It hurts, tugging slightly at his fingertips, but its enough purchase for him to pull his body forwards and tumble into the room.

After the tumble, he finds himself splayed out on his back, arms and legs outstretched in a starfish position. He’s laying on top of a fluffy rug, a large round shaggy rug that’s tucked partially under the foot of a bed. It’s a sweet cherry blossom pink colour, slightly faded from sun bleaching, making it closer to white.

He sits up, rubbing the back of his head from here he had smacked it upon landing. The room is bathed in a soft yellow tinged light, making it feel warm. A sweet scent is also lingering in the air, a mixture of vanilla and cinnamon. It only takes Kenny a second to see that the smell is coming from a nearly burnt down candle shaped like an anatomically correct heart.

There’s a door to the left, positioned right next to a desk with paper strewn about. Soft rock music is thumping gently behind the door. Kenny doesn’t pay attention to it however, instead choosing to haul himself up and investigate the desk.

The paper looks like it was ripped straight from a sketch book. Its nice and thick and has a textured feel to it that’s noticeable even through Kenny’s gloves. There are many half-done and crossed out sketches all over the paper, ranging anywhere from furniture to still lives.  A small leather-bound sketch books catches Kenny’s eye, however, as its partially tucked away. Whoever it belongs to had obviously attempted to hide it.

He takes a moment, pulling out the rolling desk chair and sliding into it, picking up the book and turning it over in his hands for a few seconds. He brings it to his nose, taking a deep inhale – an earthy smell takes the place of the sweet one from just moments earlier. He holds the book close to his face for a second before letting it drop, exhaling and turning the book the right way around in his hands again. He can tell its bound in real leather.

Just as he pulls the cord from around the book, cracking it, the door next to the desk shifts open. The soft rock plays a lot clearer now, accompanied by the mumble singing of a young woman. She has a towel wrapped around her hair, keeping it up and out of her face.

She doesn’t notice him at first, walking out of the en suite bathroom and over to her bed. She shuffles around in the sheets for a second, looking for something Kenny is unaware of. It takes a second before she stands back up again, holding a hair brush in her right hand and using her left to smooth out her sheets again.

When she turns around, Kenny is sure that – for a second at least – that she doesn’t see him. But she does. And she screams. Not any words, just a short, sharp, terrified scream. To punctuate it, she throws the hair brush at him. It doesn’t hit, however, instead smacking into the wall quite a bit to the left of his head before clattering to the floor.

“You done?” Kenny rasps out, making sure to put on his Mysterion voice in order to keep up with the bit.

She takes a deep breath, standing up properly and dusting something off of her pyjamas that isn’t actually there. Her eyes narrow as she stares at him, scanning over him. They freeze for a second, staring into his eyes before she sighs, relaxing.

“Why are you in my room?” It’s a reasonable question really, but Kenny is still offended that she didn’t get at least a little excited to see a superhero in her room.

“Running from the cops, needed a place to lay low for a little before heading home,” He keeps his voice monotone as he talks. “Can’t risk someone finding out who I am.”

“What did you do to make the cops chase you?”

“What’s with all the questions?”

“Answer or I’ll call the cops.”

“Ok!” He holds his hands up in surrender, facing his palms towards her as a sign of defeat. “Cops just don’t tend to like it when you stick your nose in their business… Or solve their crimes for them… Repeatedly… By beating people up… So, when they saw me, they decided to chase me, that enough information?”

“I guess it’ll do.” She crosses her arms, cocking her hip a little. Her eyes don’t move from him for a few seconds. But then they flit down to the small book in his hands and bulge out of her head ever so slightly. “Give me my book.”

“This one?” He holds it up, smirk coming across his face as he stands. “The leather-bound book?” He holds it in his right hand, pointing to it with his left.

“No, the one behind you – Yes that one!” She storms over, even thought its only a few steps, and reaches for it.

Kenny holds it away from her, pushing his arm behind him as she goes for it. He can’t help but giggle at her frustration as she attempts to reach around him for it. He just passes it into his other hand, holding it in front of himself as she circles around him.

“Don’t you want it?” He finds himself suppressing laughter as she practically growls, desperately trying to grab the book.

“Yes! Of course I want it!” She goes to snatch it but he moves his arm too quickly, holding it above his head.

She grumbles, standing in front of him and staring up at the book. A second of silence passes before she places a hand on his chest and bends her legs slightly. Kenny immediately knows what she’s about to do but doesn’t have time to react as she jumps. She managed to snag the book, gripping it between her finger and pulling it back from him as she comes back down.

As soon as she’s back on the ground, she’s stepping away and turning her back to him. Kenny can’t help but take a few steps forwards and peer over her shoulder as she flips through the book. He’s shocked to see that the book is full of sketches from people around town. He recognises a few faces, mainly that of Wendy and Bebe just going about their days. It’s not till he sees his own face, mostly covered by his signature orange parker, that he gasps. She jumps forwards upon hearing it, turning around to glare at him.

“What are you doing?” She growls, snapping the book shut and holding it close to her chest.

“I was just seeing what was in the book… You’re a pretty good artist,” he speaks with amazement, eyes shining slightly.

“I… oh, well, thank you,” She mumbles, face flushing red for a few seconds before she clears her throat and stands up straight.

“You draw a lot of people?” Kenny finds himself genuinely interested, especially considering that he can barely remember seeing the girl in front of him anywhere around school.

“Yeah... Normally just my friends, but sometimes other people too. I don’t want to come off as creepy though, so I try to refrain,” She sighs, looking down at the book in her hands.

“Why don’t you draw me?” He chuckles, mostly joking but still backing up to the desk chair from earlier. Sitting himself down, getting as comfortable as he can while also striking a mockingly mysterious pose – the sort of thing you would see in a bad superhero movie.

She giggles slightly, sitting on her bed and tucking her legs up under her, crossing them. There’s a pencil on the nightstand that she picks up, flipping open her sketch book and immediately beginning to sketch.

“Don’t move, I want to get this right,” she laughs, eyes flickering between the page she’s working on and his form.

“So, I never caught it, what’s your name?”

“You never asked, but it’s (Y/n).” She looks up from her book for a second, stopping her sketch for a momentarily to smile at him. Kenny can’t help but feel heat rise to his face, flushing it a light pink. “Now stay still, that includes talking.”

Kenny chuckles at the words, settling in for however long this is going to take. He can feel his muscles start to ache after a while. He has to resist the temptation to get up and stretch, to shake his muscles out. But looking at (Y/n)’s face, seeing the sparkle of concentration in her eyes as she sketches, watching her tilt her head ever so slightly as she continues, pushes him to continue.

Neither of them can tell how long passes before (Y/n) finally looks up, rolling her neck to make it crack. She places the pencil on top of the open sketch book, resting them both on the bed, and looks up at Kenny.

Kenny can see the sketch, its amazingly done. The proportioning and anatomy looks just right, along with the shadows – yet he can’t really say anything, its not like he knows much of anything about art.

“So, what are you gonna do now?” (Y/n) speaks up, breaking his trance and tearing his eyes away from the book. He settles on her face, observing her carefully.

“Well… I think its safe to head back so…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, there’s a part of him that doesn’t want to.

“That’s fair,” she trails off halfway through her sentence, moving to fiddle with the leather cord of the book, “ I should probably be going to bed.”

There are no further words exchanged, only Kenny watching (Y/n) fold the cover back over the book and place it back on her bedside table. She smiles softly at him and he can see something almost sad in her eyes. But he knows he has to go – and so he does.

Slipping out the way he came in, prying open the window with much more tenderness this time. It feels like a much farther way down than it was coming up, but that’s never stopped him before. Hanging from the window ledge by his fingertips, Kenny looks inside to say goodbye to (Y/n). Her eyes are acutely focused on his, watching his every movement, everything down to the way he breathes.

He finds that his tongue it thick in this throat, glued to the roof of his mouth, unmoving. Kenny can’t say anything despite the fact that he wants to so badly. So, in leu of speaking, he raises one hand in a half wave and then drops from the window ledge.

The snow partially breaks the fall when he hits the ground, giving way under his body – but not by much. He knows his knees are going to hurt in the morning. However, if (Y/n) thought that he looked cool, then it will have been worth it.

He turns on his heals, breaking into a fast jog back to his house, intending to get at least a little sleep before tomorrow. Unfortunately, he turns and runs so quickly that he doesn’t notice (Y/n) come to the window to check for him.

By the time the next day rolls around, Kenny is already finding himself regretting dropping from a second story without rolling when he hit the ground. So much so he’s considering stepping out in front of the school bus as it pulls up so he can start the day anew.

“Hey dude.” Stan looks dead when he walks up, tired eyes and dishevelled hair. He stops next to Kenny, waiting at the bus stop.

“Hey!” Kenny’s voice is muffled and hard to make out, but to his friend who’s known him for most of his life, its not a problem in the slightest. “You look dead, what’s up?”

“Friend of mine called me last night to gush about the fact that Mysterion was in her house, wouldn’t shut up about it for hours… Went to bed at three in the morning,” He grumbles, hand coming up to pick some crust out of the corner of his eye as he speaks.

“Huh.” Kenny has to supress his surprise at the fact that Stan knows who (Y/n) is – let alone knows her well enough to stay up all night talking.

“She’s a massive Mysterion fan girl, even has one of those old t-shirts from ‘coon and friends’. Doesn’t wear it though, with it being a slur and all.” He looks down at the snow, kicking at a rock on the side of the road.

“Who’s your friend?” Kenny is carefully racking his mind to see if Stan has ever mentioned her before, to see if it’s appropriate to ask about her by name.

“A girl in our science class, (Y/n). We were assigned lab partners at the start of the year, she’s pretty cool.” He doesn’t really elaborate much more, tired eyes struggling to stay open.

Kyle arrives just moments before the bus, scurrying on and tracking snow in behind him. The driver shouts, but Kyle mumbles something and slides into the seat next to Kenny. However, Kenny isn’t paying attention at all – rather, he’s staring at Stan, who’s leaning over the back of the seat across the isle and talking to (Y/n).

Her face lights up as she talks to him, a beaming smile plastered on beside twinkling eyes. He can hear the faint sound of her laughter over the noise of the bus, laughing at Stan’s jokes. Jealousy rises in Kenny’s chest at the sight; he wants to be there, in Stan’s position, making her laugh, watching her smile so close up.

He takes his time when the bus finally stops, lingering behind while everyone else gets off the bus. (Y/n) is also taking her time, still chattering away with Stan. Well, she’s more chattering at Stan while he nods along, smiling through the sleepiness. He can’t take the feeling anymore, walking over to the pair and waiving.

“You gonna introduce me man?” Kenny places his hands in his pockets, smiling over at (Y/n). “There’s something familiar about you, have we met before?” He knows it might blow his cover but he just can’t help it. There’s something about her that makes him desperate to know more.

“Can’t say we have, I’m (Y/n), pleasure to meet you,” She speaks with a smile, holding out her hand as she does. Kenny grasps it, feeling how his hand wraps almost entirely around hers, and shakes.

“Pleasures all mine.”

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