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sardonic-the-writer · 6 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, engineer, heavy, medic, sniper, and spy (i forgot demo i'm so sorry)

↳ warnings: bad translations, slight mentions of world war two and malpractice

↳ song: with a little help from my friends—joe cocker

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• He would be so smug about it

• Puffing his chest out and everything

• His friends in the past- and even family members -have teased him for mispronouncing words or speaking too fast, and it’s made him a bit self conscious about the way he talks. But after hearing that you find it endearing, its a giant ego boost for him

• “Yeah dat’s right! Who’s awesome? I’m awesome!” Scout smiles as he flexes his arms in your face, subjecting you to what he likes to call a surprise gun show. You pretend to hate it as you shove his arm away, but chuckle all the same

• He’s already gloated before that he already knew his accent was the best. Boston is the greatest place in the world after all! But hearing it from you really just sent him over the moon

• Makes a point to talk to you a lot more now; as if he didn’t already

• “Yo! Hey did you see that kill out there? I totally messed dat Spy up! One wrong step and pow! He’s dead meat!”

• “I saw Scout. I was covering your flank while you did it, remember?”

• “Yeah yeah, but I just thought you’d like ta hear about it again.”

𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫

• Didn’t consider himself to have an accent until you pointed him out

• Sure, he says the occasional y’all and ain’t, but not enough to qualify as a whole different way of speaking

• It wasn’t until he dropped a hammer on his foot and cursed that he understood what you’d meant

• “What in the sam hill! Sweet hell!” He’d exclaimed, startled. Once the throbbing in his leg had subsided, Engineer replayed his words in his head, making a slight o with his mouth as he realized you were probably right. To some extent at least

• He was a born and raised Texas boy, so it makes sense that the culture rubbed off

• Doesn’t understand at first that you find it nice. Maybe he thought you pointed it out just because you could? He’s a bit distracted when it comes to anything but machinery, so he misses context sometimes

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• Surprised that someone like you who can speak English fluently finds his mannerisms attractive

• Gets frustrated sometimes when he can’t remember certain words in English. Heavy is a very smart man, so it aggravates him when he looks illiterate in front of his team

• That’s why hearing that you like his mother tongue caught him by surprise

• “But you don’t know any Russian?” He’d rumbled out as a question. When you shook your head no, still sporting a smile, his eyebrows furrowed further

• “Nah. But I like hearing it when it comes from you. It sounds more natural. Like you’re more comfortable than normal, you know?”

• You’re technically right. When Heavy slips into Russian, often whilst talking to Sasha or simply forgetting that not everyone on the team know how to speak it, he is more comfortable in his words. They flow better, and he’s flattered that you’ve noticed

• One hundred percent offers to teach you Russian in his spare time. He finds it slightly adorable how you stumble over words in your broken translations, but always manages to softly correct you

• He’s a really good teacher

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Positively thrilled that you like his voice

• When you tell him for the first time, he goes into shock for a moment before breaking out into the biggest smile you’ve seen. Somehow its a perfect balance between excited and malicious

• “Do you hear zhat Archemedies? Mein freund here enjoys my accent!” He cooes at his bird, chuckling in a way that would make anyone’s insides squirm

• Once you look past Medic’s initially devious reaction, it’s very clear he enjoys knowing this

• If anything, the ex-doctor would have thought that you’d enjoy the more stereotypically romantic sounding languages. Spanish, Latin, etc

• German has always been considered harsh or scary sounding, and it turned a lot of people away from hiring him after the events of World War Two, which he understood. Still, Medic finds himself absolutely tickled that you are drawn to his accent

• Finds himself slipping more and more into German while doing checkups on you now. When he catches himself, he translates most of what’s he’s said back to you. But sometimes he’ll simply forget, and it leaves you wondering if he’s offered you a glass of water or the opportunity to swap your bladder out

• You sincerely hoped it was the former

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

• Oh my god you killed him

• Sniper is very reserved. Living in his camper, hunting his own game for dinner instead of joining the others, literally pissing in jars, etc etc

• Being a man of few words comes part and parcel with that; which normally works out just find because Scout talks enough for ten people

• Hasn’t said much to you before. He mostly communicates in head nods or slight tilts of his coffee mug in your direction. Maybe a few ‘good mornin’s’ tossed around, but nothing more than that

• “You know, you should talk more.” You’d said to him one day while pouring a fresh pot of tea you had just boiled into your own mug. He preferred black coffee himself, but whatever floats your boat

• “You voice.” You elaborated after a sip. You must have noticed his confused look as you carried on. “It’s nice. Can’t imagine that you don’t have gals throwing themselves at you all the time because of it.”

• Suddenly very grateful he wasn’t drinking any of his brew at the time, because what you said surely would have made him choked

• He, in fact, had had a few ladies approach him in town before saying something along the same lines. Even a few fellas. But nothing made him blanch this strongly like you had

• Excuses himself as he walks out of the room suddenly, tilting his hat down to cover his face no one can see the furious red tint forming

• Sniper leaves you in the communal kitchen. Holding a steaming cup of liquid and looking very confused

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• Already knew before you told him

• To anyone else, it would have been passible as just curiosity. But Spy’s job is to know things, and it is an undeniable fact that you found his voice attractive

• Doesn’t utilize this weapon often. You are not a weak willed person swayed by just a few words, so when he needs something he pulls out all the stops

• Of course, that doesn’t stop him from being impressed when you eventually admit your little not-so-secret-secret to him. And of your own free will. He didn’t have to pry it out of you, which was a feat on its own

• Much like Heavy, he extends the offer of teaching you how to learn his language. Now that he no longer has this knowledge as a bargaining chip, he might as well seize the opportunity to teach you a proper language

• Considers using electroshock therapy to condition you faster, but nixes it pretty quick

• Again, like Heavy, he finds it cute how horrible you are at French. More amused than anything, but he can appreciate the way you practice verbs in your free time even when he isn’t leaning over your shoulder

• That you know of, that is

• Praises you often in french, letting excited phrases slip when you nail a particularly hard set of words

• “Merveilleux ! Tu t’améliores beaucoup, ma petite. Encore une fois.”

• While you don’t understand the full extent to his words, you smile and continue on, eventually realizing what he had said later in a fit of embarrassment

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bee-writessstuff · 2 months

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Home Run

Authors note:

Hi, I hope you like this there will be more to come. Also, I don't own little Pootis that belongs to @quazies.

- Bee

The sun had just begun setting now, starting to cast a warm glow to the shop. It was almost closing time. You were helping a man with a flower arrangement he wanted for his wedding while his son scoped around your shop like it was his new adventure.

You showed the man examples and some references with some flowers he was interested in.

You heard the bell chime atop your door, to immersed in the man infront of yous order you didn't check to see who entered.

Once the man was finally finished with his order, his sin joined him at the counter. The boy looked at you, and you handed him a flower pot with a pipe cleaner sunflower that looked like it was growing from dirt.

The boy smiled brightly, showing his missing tooth. "Thank you, Ms.____"

"It's no problem, sweetheart," you said, returning the boys smile. "Have a nice night," the father said, taking his sons hand. "You too."

You waved at the pair before greeting your next costumer "Hi what help you with today-"

"____!!"

"Hi," you said with an awkward smile. "You're here, you're ok? I thought you...?" You shook your head, answering his question.

An orange figure on his chest caught attention. A bird was sitting in a baby carrier that's slumg on his chest.

You raised a brow, looking at the bird. " Who's that?" Confused Jeremy looked to your line of sight." Oh, Pootis? He's kinda like my son or whatever."

Pootis looked at you with a curious look. "Looks like you've been busy," you said, casting a sad expression grabbing one of the flower handouts for the kids.

Jeremy mirrored your expression, looking down, scratching his cheek. Pootis gave his "mom" a concerned look, looking at both of you confused at the situation.

You sighed, picking a lily of the valley you handed it to Pootis, patting his head.

Pootis looked at the flower with admiration, chirping a thank you.

This brought Jeremy's attention back to you both looking at each sporting a somber expression. "He's adorable, you know."

"Thanks, uhm, it's been y'know kinda lowsy back at the Tuefort without ya." You chukled, looking at the bird and seeing how was fairing with the flower you gave him.

Jeremy was honestly glad you weren't looking at him right now his face and ears were flushed. He watched you pinch Pootis' cheeks lightly before grazing your thumb on his cheek.

He smiled lovingly at the scene before him. He really did miss your presence, nothing, had really been the same since you left.

No one even touched your room, leaving it the way you left it, only for someone going in to clean it when needed.

"You should really come and visit sometime with this little guy again or even with the other merces."

This pulled the man from his trance. Looking at you again, he smiled. "We would love that."

This made him ecstatic he'd finally be able to spend time with you again, and you'd finally get to know Pootis. It felt like a dream come true for him.

Thanks to the help of Jeremy and Pootis, although he did try to eat the flower foam a few times, closing up went a lot faster.

Locking up the front door, you stood outside holding Pootis in your arms with Scout to you left.

"I'm sorry, I should have sent a letter or something," you said with tears starting to form in your eyes.

Pootis saw your sad expression and hugged your arm that made you smile a little.

"It's alright, I-I'm just glad that you're ok and all." Jeremy stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking at the floor trying to hide his flushed face with the flap of his hat, which would have worked if his ears didn't go red too

"I'm glad I got to see you too, Jeremy. " Jeremy just gave you a dopey grin, "I-I mean yea, why wouldn't you be glad?" Pootis looked at him like he said the most atrocious thing to you.

When Jeremy looked up and saw Poootis' face, he straitned his posture. With an awkward caught, he scratched his neck with sweat drooping from his forehead.

"Well, I uhm just'a hope this won't be da last time we see eachother." Jeremy turned his face away from you.

His words made Pootis sighed in relief. At least he wasn't as dumb as he thought. You placed Pootis back in his baby, not before kissing his cheek and wishing him good night.

With a smile on your face, you looked at a flustered man you couldn't help but fall in love with time and time again.

You kissed his cheek, making him short circuit. He gave you a dopey grin flashing his gapped teeth in the process, making you smile more.

"Good night, Scout." That brought him back to his senses. As much he did want this to end, he knew he had to, but there was always tomorrow.

"Good night, Rabbit."

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rabbitsrams · 8 months

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thinking about how j would react if his s/o was sensitive to yelling and he lashed out on them without a second thought because he’s just so frustrated with/jealous of another person in their life or any other reason. i believe he might be an angry person in general but he just doesn’t know how to express that so he just yells

they’d start crying and he’d just literally question everything he’s ever done because he feels so bad and even though they’re upset they’re just trying to reassure him through tears, he desperately wants to make it up to them though (wink wonk)

he’d definitely realize immediately but has his back turned so doesn’t see their immediate reaction until he hears a little sniffle and his heart just breaks

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🦷anon ilysm for this it's such a great prompt (added bonus im a sensitive bitch lmao)

schlatt exits his room with a hand in his hair. this recording session completely drained him. there were so many technical difficulties and overall he felt much more irritable than normal. then of course the video he uploaded today got age restricted despite it not even breaking any rules. overall he is fucking pissed.

you're in the living room sitting on the couch, cats curled up beside you while you scroll social media on your phone. you hear schlatt slam the door and go into the kitchen. he's grumbling to himself as he scours the fridge.

"doll? where's the leftovers from last night?" he shouts.

"there weren't any." you reply, not looking up from your phone.

"great, just fuckin' great."

"there's some of the rice i made for lunch if you want that-"

"i don't fucking want that, 'kay?" the harshness of his tone shocks you.

"oh. okay." your voice quivers a bit and tears start to well up in your eyes. you sniffle softly, dabbing your eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

"don't cry, don't cry." you tell yourself as you stand from your spot and walk toward the bathroom. you grab the hand towel from the rack and cover your face with it as you start to cry, the towel muffling your sobs.

as schlatt heats the rice up in the microwave, he notices that you left the living room. he calls your name as he goes around the apartment, stopping in front of the bathroom door when he hears your silent cries.

his heart immediately drops, realizing that you're crying because of him. he didn't realize how harsh his tone was, how he was lashing his external frustrations on you, his sun, his moon, his stars.

"sweetheart, please open the door, i'm sorry." he pleads, rattling the doorknob.

you quiet yourself down before telling him, "don't worry about me, baby. i'm okay."

"no, no. i shouldn't have yelled at you, it's nothin' to do with you and i'm so sorry."

"no, i shouldn't be crying at this, i don't wanna make this about me."

schlatt pries the bathroom door open, immediately scooping you up into his arms. he strokes your head as he whispers apologies and reassurances into your ear.

he cradles your face in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. you smile sheepishly, which earns a soft smile from him.

"i'm sorry," he presses a kiss to your lips. "i'm so sorry, doll." he continues to apologize in between kisses, moving from your lips to your cheek and down to your neck. your breath hitches as his breath tickles your neck.

you lean down and capture his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. he returns your kiss with volition, holding you close while he deepens the kiss.

"let me make it up to you, please." schlatt stands and lifts you into his arms, pecking you on the lips as he carries you into your bedroom.

#🦷 anon <3 #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt smut #schlatt imagine #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt fanfic #schlatt fanfic #scout <3

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lianaloverr · 6 months

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Your safe with me

Paring: Sam Golbach x Fem!reader

Summary: your boyfriend just broke up with you after admitting to cheating on you, and you had to break the news to Sam.

Warnings: fluffy, some cussing, softy sam

Hey y’all!! Told u a fic was coming this weekend and I delivered! I hope u all enjoy this as much as I loved writing it! Not proofread. Just to say, Sam and Kat are NOT dating!!

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“Y/n it’s gonna be okay.” Kat says, as she and Colby try to comfort you. “Yea, don’t cry about him, he was a dick anyways.” Colby says while patting your shoulder.

“But not only did he break up with me, he cheated on me too!” You say while balling your eyes out. “I know, I know” Kat says and Colby nods.

Your boyfriend now ex broke up with you and had the audacity to cheat on you too, you were pissed and sad. You gave that man everything, you let him stay with you, you bought him stuff, you even let him shut out a bunch of your friends because he “didn’t like them and their attitude”.

“Have you told Sam?” Kat asks as you snap out of your thoughts. “No.” You say with your stuffed nose visibly heard. “I think you should tell him, he needs to know.” Colby says.

“Yea, I should huh?” You say to Kat and Colby as you start to grab your keys.

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You pull up to Sam’s house ready to tell him everything that went down, you come up in the driveway and sigh. “Here we go.”

You knock on the door, waiting for him to answer. Suddenly, the door opens and you see your best friend of 12 years standing in your face, probably watching you go through your 100th break up.

“Hey y/n, why are you crying? Are you okay?” Sam says worried. “He broke up with me and cheated too.” You tell him. And you see his face instantly soften up. “Oh my god y/n come in” he says

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“ what happened?” He says. “Well he texted me out for the blue, saying that he cheated on me and that he wanted to break up.” You say as he listens to every word.

“What the fuck dude?” You hear Sam say as he is pasting around the room. “Okay but, are you okay?” He asks. “Yea, now that I’m with you.” You say honestly.

You feel a sudden warmth of your best friend hugging you like the world was ending. “Listen, I will never let anyone hurt you. If you want me to beat someone’s ass, I’ll do it. I just want you to know, I love you so so much.” Sam tells you. “I love you too.” You say. “How about we get some ice cream and watch a movie huh?” Sam says and you nod.

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As you and Sam are watching a movie, you can’t help but to think back to when he said he loves you. You and him always said you loved each other, but this time felt different.

You had always had feelings for Sam, but since you guys were best friends you never tried to get with him and tried to distract yourself with boyfriends and one night-stands.

“Sam, I’m tired do you mind if I crash here?” You ask. “Yes of course, you know I’m not gonna say no.” He says with a chuckle. “Okay, thank you..” you say as you drift of to sleep.

As you close your eyes, you hear Sam say one more thing.

“Don’t worry y/n, you’re safe with me.”

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Heyy guys! I hoped you enjoyed reading this! Sorry it’s so short lol. But thank you for reading, I appreciate your support and everything. Lmk if you want anything else for Sam or anyone else on my masterlist!! Love u all and see you on the next fic!

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mehidktbh · 1 year

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Spiders

Pairing: Mick "Sniper" Mundy x Fem!Reader

Summary: A hot summer day attracts all types of insects to get into the base, out of the hot sun and humid air. Only to be faced with their death by someone not so keen on them.

Warning: Swearing, the killing of a spider? Ngl this is just something I threw together before I slept. 🤷🏼‍♀️

A/N: Wanted to make this before I write my next Simon Riley fic (thanks to your votes). But this also came from today when I found a little Black Widow Spider in my shoe. Still living in Australia I cannot with any insects. (Also it's canon that Sniper has a feat of Spiders, I was there)

How much longer of this humid sun did you have to go through? At first, you thought that the summer would stay when needed, but no. You've got months ahead of you, knowing you're going to wake up in a pile of slickly unpleasant sweat every day. Even worse is the lousy air conditioning in the base, it's been fixed so many times it runs as low as it can. Just as bad as the air circulation too.

So here you are, slouched over in the main room, the leather seat sticks to your bare skin the second you'd get up. You'd be carrying the whole couch along with you. Scout sits next to you, his loud huffing is getting annoying, and one of his arms is slung on the back of the couch. Just touching your head but you're too into heatstroke to realise he's nearly touching your hair.

Sniper sits next to you too, a chair for himself as he spreads fully out. His usual smirk rests on his face as he casually looks over to the two of you. "Gettin' comfortable 'ere?" Scout slowly looks over at him, a scowl on his face. Usually, he'd fling himself across the room, both hands probably strangling the poor bushman but all he can do is roll his eyes.

"How abou' 'cha Y/N?" A weak smile slowly appears on your face, and you flick him a thumbs up. Only he sees right through your smile. But he nods sharply, flicking his attention to the TV. To him, an interesting documentary on animals hibernating. How different animals do it in different seasons and how bears survive through the cold season catches his attention more than you and Scout combined.

But you're too busy looking over at the small old-fashioned fridge. You begin to wonder how cold it really is in there, usually, the beers don't get nearly as cold enough to drink comfortably but still, that's better than nothing. So gradually you start to get up, the leather breaking apart from your skin makes you cringe but it dies out over the TV.

"Bears can be woken easily during a mild spell of weather, but may not have enough energy to survive the rest of the winter. Which is why-" "AHH!"

Your inarticulate and high-pitched scream easily overpowers the TV, even with its high volume on it's enough to echo throughout the whole base. "Holy- What?" Scout's Boston accent quickly appears behind your terrified figure. Sniper also sprints right behind him to reach you from across the room. Looking over your shoulder to see what's got you shaken up and pointing at.

Expecting to see another head or organ which Medic decided to leave unattended in the fridge or on the kitchen counter. But instead, he only spots a little Black Widow Spider sitting unsettled on the counter. Eating away at the bread crumbs left behind from Heavy's sandvich.

"Kill it, Scout, before it kills us!" You frantically order Scout, only he groans in annoyance. "Jesus Y/N! I thought you found someone fucking dead" Your hands shake his shoulders back and forth quickly. "Well, you're about to find my body if you don't-" Before you can say anything he leaves swiftly. Ignoring your pleas as he tiredly walks back to the couch.

Looking over to Sniper you give him the same look in your eyes, a plead. "Pfft, watch an' learn" You watch as Sniper leans over to the counter more. The movement of his arm quickly alerts the pernicious red spider as it begins to move quickly. A yelp nearly leaves Sniper's mouth as he backs away instantly.

"You're scared?" You ask not out of laughter... well maybe. But more because you generally thought he'd be used to Spiders by now. Living in the outback much mean he's dealt with them thousand times before, right? "Nah'm not." His usual down-to-earth and easygoing face now flashes bright red either from the humid air or is now because you mention his (unknowingly) fear of spiders?

But before you can mutter out a single word he reaches over the counter again, his eyes glued to the Spider chilling there. His whole hand flexed and tense as he quickly snatched a tissue from the box. The sudden sound sends the Spider flying in his direction. It sends him flying backwards, his hands coming out in front of him like he was going to fistfight the insect.

You on the other hand you're now snickering softly, the fear you felt before going away as you watch Sniper unravel in front of you. He quickly catches onto your laughing, a glaring cold look replaces his scared expression as he pushes past you. His shoulders square as he swiftly squishes the spider under the tissue, a gross sound following.

"See, m' not scared of spiders..."

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typewriting101 · 2 years

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protector: pt 2

Levi Ackerman x Reader

warnings: abuse descriptions/scene, swearing

genre: fanfic romance

word count: 20k+

⟶ summary: the day you were dreading has arrived. it’s time to go to Shiganshina and face your fear of what’s living inside the town

a/n: i’m so happy to be back & so grateful for this audience i have :,) thank you all for the support, i’m so glad you love my work! i wouldn’t be here without you <3

click here for: part one

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You woke up and humiliation was the first thing you felt.

You vented to Levi Ackerman last night.

You could tell he understood and was deep down wanting to help you or he wouldn’t have offered himself, but you couldn’t help but feel like a damsel in distress and a little embarrassed with yourself.

You sat up in bed and quickly got on your uniform and put on your scout cloak. You walked to the door and took a deep breath, then opened it. You walked as if nothing happened, maybe the Captain would forget your late night breakdown.

You reached the breakfast hall where soldiers were coming and going and you heard a shout,

“Y/n! Over here!”

You smiled as you saw Armin, waving you over to where he was standing by the wall. As you walked towards him, you felt a set of eyes and instantly knew who they belonged to, yet you couldn’t look back. You were starting to feel uncomfortable about this whole thing, Shiganshina, Levi, your emotions, everything. You were shutting down and as you walked toward your best friend, he could see it.

You met Armin after the wall fell and became quite close with him, he knew your story, the two of you confiding in each other early on, because he had lost everything too.

“Hey, I saved you some bread. I figured you wouldn’t be able to eat too much, but it’ll be okay…even if you do see him.” Armin whispered with a supportive smile.

“Thank you.” you said quietly while taking the bread. “I’m okay, just thinking.” You felt the Captain’s eyes on you still and it was beginning to make you nervous. “I’m going to head to my room though, I need to… collect myself? I guess? Anyways, tell the others I said hello.”

He understood a lot was on your mind and patted your shoulder. “If you need me, you know where to find me.”

You were so grateful for him.

You headed back to your room and sat on your bed with a notebook, writing and drawing doodles to pass time and stress. You heard a knock suddenly, causing you to jump. You opened it and didn’t expect who it was, even after last night.

It was Captain Levi.

You instantly got a feeling of dread, were you supposed to be somewhere? Were you late to gather with the soldiers? The Scout Captain’s have never usually gone to their soldiers personal spaces. “Oh… I’m sorry, sir. Am I late to leave? I can run the mandatory mile—”

“No, y/n. You’re fine.” he said in his usual monotone. He stepped in your room and touched your stuff slightly with his fingertips. The brims of your books, the edges of your window, without messing anything up. It seemed like he was thinking.

“We’re leaving soon, I wanted to give you a warning.” he finally spoke.

Your heart dropped, “Thank you, sir.”

“Cut that shit out.” he snapped. “You do that a lot.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but do wh–”

“You are a good soldier, but you don’t have to act positive all the time. Look at me, I’m damn straight with people and am still respected.”

You shifted a little, he was right. You are trying so hard to be okay, to be happy with today. You didn’t have to be. You opened your mouth but he quickly spoke,

“Don’t apologize either, I just told you last night how I felt about that. We leave in five minutes.”

He left as quickly as he came, leaving you with butterflies again.

He acknowledged last night.

You fixed yourself up a bit and headed out the door, the troops were headed in squads to the towns. You saw Armin in the wagon to your left and the Captain heading inside it, knowing that was yours, you headed in.

The wagon was made up of the Levi squad of course. Armin and Eren were in rapid conversation, Mikasa listening intently, Jean was laughing with Connie and Sasha, while Levi looked down, legs spread, his elbows on his knees, clearly in deep thought as he was looking at his folded hands.

“There’s the pretty lady!” shouts Jean, causing you to smile and roll your eyes and Levi to look up through his hair, not leaving his hunched thinking position. “We’re just about to leave, I saved you a spot.” he smirked.

Jean could make you smile almost anytime, his flirty comments were more of a joke than an intention and usually caused you to laugh.

“Thanks, Jean. I appreciate it.”

The ride was not too long, so you looked out the window for the most part, worried about what was to be. This time you didn’t feel a gaze on you from Levi on the other side, but it was there.

It always was.

The wagon eventually stopped and the Captain got out first, everyone piling out shortly after, surrounding him.

“Here’s the plan.” Levi began, “Don’t leave town, behave yourselves, and we meet back here before sunset. If I hear anything about insubordination, you’ll answer to me and Commander Erwin, understand?”

“Yessir.” echoed from all of you in unison, hands in positions on your back and heart.

“You’re free to explore then.” he said plainly.

Sasha immediately ran off with Connie and Jean, yelling about some type of bakery.

You looked around, watching the people come and go, soldiers, townsmen, children. What if you didn’t see him? What if he finds you first? What if—

A hand settles on your lower back and begins to walk you, “If you keep standing there, you’ll get trampled over. The wagons are going to move to park at the stable.”

Levi guided you away and you both began to walk, looking at the shops and stands, his hand on you the whole time. You stopped at each one, complementing even if you didn’t buy anything. Eventually, you forgot all about your uncle and all of your anxiety. Levi must have seen your tension release because he let go of you, following your every move without speaking.

After a few hours you both reached a small tea stand. Levi moved forward to buy some and a smile graced your face, knowing he was actually doing something for himself. You told him you were going to step back to let more people in line,

“Alright, don’t go too far. I want you in close range of my peripheral vision.” he commanded.

You nodded, secretly enjoying his protectiveness very much and decided to only remain a few feet away, just outside the average sized crowd. What you didn’t realize, was how deep into Shiganshina you truly were.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” said a voice in both anger and surprise.

Your pulse quickened, heart suddenly banging on your chest.

No.

You quickly turned and looked up. There he was. In all of his rage and egotistical glory, stood the man who you thought you’d be better off dead than living with.

Your uncle.

He grabbed you by the wrist, causing you to yelp. “You sneak out and are gone for three years and think I won’t be pissed? I’m about to make your life a living hell, y/n.”

He began to drag you, but you put pressure in your feet, stopping yourself from being pulled.

“You little bitch, let’s GO!” he yelled.

Tears streamed your eyes, as your wrist began to burn. You pull at your wrist and suddenly hear yelling people and footsteps rapidly heading in your direction.

Your uncle's pull was strong and eventually your wrist began to bleed from the friction. Suddenly, the footsteps grew loud and Levi ran right past you and slammed his fist right into your uncles face.

He fell to the ground and spit out blood, “What the hell— oh my god. Captain… Levi?” your uncle sputtered.

“Yeah.” Levi answered like ice, looking down at him. He bent down and grabbed your bleeding uncle by the hair, causing him to wince, “and you better hope this is the last time I see you, or next time,” he squeezed harder, causing your uncle to yelp. “I won’t be so nice.”

He slammed your uncle into the dirt, hard enough to keep him down for a while. You were absolutely frozen from shock. It all happened so fast, your mind was racing and you were trying to keep your emotions at bay.

Levi stared at the townspeople that were watching the scene and they all quickly got back to work, not wanting to mess with him. He grabbed your face tenderly and tried to get you to look at him, but you wouldn’t. He could tell part of it was a shock response and maybe humiliation, so he scooped you into his arms and led you back to the wagons as you clung to him, scarily silent.

He led you both in and he sat down with you on his lap and whipped out Hange’s medical kit she stored in each wagon. Slowly, he wrapped your wrist in gauze as you sat, still not speaking.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice trying to be soft, but failing a bit.

You nodded. “Thank you.”

He could tell you wanted to say something else but wouldn’t. You also weren’t looking at him and your face was flushed. You wanted to tell him sorry, that you couldn’t stand up to that man but could to a thousand titans. That you were a coward, that you were useless, that you–

“It’s not your fault.” he said suddenly, while still wrapping your wrist.

You looked at him eyes wide, “What?”

It was almost inaudible, but he heard it from how close he was to you. He finished your wrist, set both hands on your waist and whispered back slowly. “It wasn’t your fault. You froze from trauma, it’s normal that the human body does that. Its called a shock response, it’s happened to me. It’s not your fault what he did to you, and you’re okay now.”

It was something you never realized you needed to hear. “Are you sure?” you whispered back.

His hands slowly made its way from your waist, up your torso, to your shoulders, up your neck, and to your face, as he leaned your forehead onto his. “It wasn’t your fault, y/n. It was never your fault.”

Your breathing grew heavy as you tried to hold it in. Your lip quivered as you brought your injured hand up and let your fingers trace his jawline.

“I didn’t know, I– Thank you, Levi. I–”

Your moving fingers stopped and rested on the side of his face. His eyes were closed, along with yours. his one hand moving down your spine the other, moving from your cheek to your jawline.

“If you’ll let me, I’ll protect you.” he said breathlessly, so close his lips ghosted over yours when he talked.

“I don’t wanna be vulnerable.”

“You’re not, you’re valuable, there’s a difference.”

It was all said in whispers until your lips met. He pulled you against him more with one hand.

“Let me.”

“Levi—“

“I can keep you safe.”

It wasn’t a beg, because he’d let you say no. You kissed him again and he pressed you against him, only to pull away. He looked at you, waiting. In a way, you thought you saw nervousness, like he didn’t like your silence. You knew he wasn’t one to express almost any emotion, so you knew he was serious.

“Okay.” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

He pulled you in and his hands roamed your body, pulling you as close to him as he could. You ran your hands through his hair, breathing in his scent. The kiss didn’t last too long and he pulled away, he leaned against your forehead this time.

“We have to go back out there, you know.” he said calmly, trying not to scare you.

Still pressed close to him, he felt your heart skip. He gently grabbed your face, the whole situation feeling like a dream to you.

“I’m not letting you get even ten inches away from me this time.”

You slowly began to smile and he grabbed you standing up, setting you down in front of him. He looked at you, and his calm face turned to his expressionless one again as he moved around your figure and out of the wagon, you right behind him. There was about an hour or so left and he had his arm around you, grasping your hip comfortably tight.

Your uncle creeped around a few times, but Levi made you didn’t even know, and you didn’t. He would stare him down, until he realized Levi was looking and would run.

Eventually you made your way back to the wagon, he sat on the edge as you sat on the ground between his legs, reading a book you just bought. Every once in a while he would massage your shoulders for a moment, to feel if you were alright. You knew that and you’d reach up to grace your fingers over his hand each time, giving him the silent “I’m okay now.”

One by one the others showed up, laughing and talking, barely noticing that Levi would touch you once in a while, except for Mikasa, who gave you a smirking side eye for a moment, causing you to smile.

You all piled in the wagon, Levi at the end this time, so you were in between him and Jean, instead of across from him. The sun was setting and your head fell on the Captain’s shoulder. He took your book, flipping it to the first page to read without asking, trying not to smile as you fell asleep on him.

You didn’t fear falling asleep this time, there was no anxiety or tears. He proved himself to you today. He opened up and was vulnerable with you and told you that you’re valuable to him. He saved you from your uncle, without thinking of you as a coward, so you were right about last night,

he really was your protector.

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a/n: I tried SO HARD to keep him in character while trying to have him show affection omg i hope it’s okay :0

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0-animelover-0 · 1 year

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With a S/O that can't swim

A/N: I'm only doing the Argonians for this one.

Warnings: None. Just fluff :)

Shahvee

She found this out when you almost fell over a boat at the docks and you panicked harder than she ever saw you panic. Her scaly hands caught yours before anything could happen.

"Sweetie, can you not swim?" The look on your face answered her question. You mumbled a 'No...' and she raised her brow. "Do you want to?" If you replied no, then she would nod and tell you it's nothing to be ashamed of.

If you said yes, she would try her best to teach you when she's not working.

Luckily, the female Argonian had got an extra day off from her usual work at the Windhelm Docks.

(She suspected you beat more sense into that man that forced underpaid labor on the Argonian dock workers but said nothing about that.)

The cool water reached around your ankles as she coaxed you to move further. Her slender hands were reached out with a sweet smile present on her scaled face. "Come on. I will not let you go."

And with that, you took a deep breath and inched closer to her. The cold water racked a shiver up your spine. You were just glad that you used magic to keep from freezing to death.

She put her hands under your elbows and slowly started walking backwards. She kept her promise though and her hands remained on your arms. "Good. See, you can do it."

You felt like an infant learning how to walk for their first time. But her loving words drowned out your worried thoughts. Okay maybe drowned wasn't a good choice but whatever.

She beamed as the water reached passed your hips. It was progress at least in her eyes.

Derkethus

Him being a miner who worked in the mines, he didn't do much swimming unless he had to. He tilted his head as he watched you stare at the large lake nearby. He placed one of his scaled hands on your shoulder and spoke. "What are you thinking?"

You shrugged your shoulders and looked up/down at him. "Just wondering what it's like." His confused face made you smile. "To swim, Derk."

He made a face in realization. "Oh. Well, you should maybe learn." His sentence sounded more like a question. You nodded and said, "Maybe."

He stood in the large lake's shallow waters, his pickaxe and dirty Miner's shirt long forgotten on the shore. He watched as you stood along the bank of the lake.

"Let's try tomorrow."

He rolled his pale green eyes at your words. "Love, I adore you and anything you do but I am already waist deep in this water."

An annoyed groan came from your mouth and soon you were undressing. Derkeethus raised an 'eyebrow' at your actions. "You plan to get naked just for this?"

He almost smiled at your deadpanned look. "No, I'm only stripping down to my undergarments."

With a surge of confidence, you waded into the warm water and placed your hands on his rough shoulders. He had put his hands on your waist and guided you into the lake's depths more. He stopped when he figured your feet could still touch the bottom of the lake.

Derk kissed the top of your head and pet your somewhat wet hair. "Good job. I knew you could do it, my little warrior."

Scout-many-marshes

Scout-many-marshes is a patient sweetheart and he will let you take your time if needed.

He doesn't miss a beat when he sees your reaction to almost falling over the dock's edge. He naturally grows concerned about it and will gingerly confront you.

He does encourage you to try and learn how to swim. But he won't force you into doing it. He'd never force you into doing something you wouldn't want to do.

Scout held your hands as he led you closer to the water. His movements were slow and patient, his eyes scanning your eyes for any hesitation or fear.

Once you were both far enough that the water reached your guy's waists, did he stop. He wanted to make sure you were ready before moving any further.

As he waded deeper into the chilly waters of Windhelm, he didn't fail to notice when you climbed him and wrapped your legs around his torso.

He smiled warmly at your actions. "Dearest, I will not let you go until you are comfortable." His loving words made your anxiety slowly dissipate as he guided you into the water.

He walked around slowly and even dipped lower into the water. He swam around, his long spiked tail whipping side to side with his movements. He continued to hold you securely in his arms.

He smiled down at your face that was pressed against his bare, green chest. He felt a soft glow of warmth spread thoughout his cold-blooded body. "You are doing well, my darling Dragonborn."

You huffed and looked up into his dilated, yellow eyes. "Why does everyone keep calling me that? I have a name."

He caressed your cheek and spoke in his accent you treasured. "Well I could call you 'my darling spouse' instead. I do like the sound of that." So maybe he does make you feel giddy inside sometimes, but you don't mind.

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sardonic-the-writer · 6 months

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𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, soldier, medic, and spy

↳ warnings: mentions of surgery and alcohol

↳ song: runaround sue—dion

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• He’s such a doofus. It takes him at least a month to pick up on it

• The entire time you’re flirting or making moves on him, he’ll jokingly reciprocate it under the impression that you’re just joshing around

• It takes one of the other team members approaching him for the mercenary to realize what was actually going on

• “Son.” Engineer had sighed as he stood in the doorway to Scout’s very messy room, “You do realize they like you?”

• Scout’s very dismissive and red faced about it

• “What? Psh. Stop messing with me, Engie. Don't you have sentries to build or somethin’?”

• The second Engineer leaves, he’s practically tearing up his room in a tirade of emotions

• Overthinks the past few months with you way too much. Practically wears a spot into the floor from all the nervous pacing he does

• In the end, Scout confronts you to ask you out

• Tries to be formal, but we all saw how that turned out with Miss Pauling. Eventually just gives up on trying to be suave— and not succeeding —to blurt out what he’s thinking

• “So, uh, yeah. I’m not so. Er. Good at this sappy stuff, but there’s a Tom Jones museum I think we could go check out. Together.” Scout pauses, accent only getting thicker with worry, “Alone. Y’know?”

• Over the moon when you say yes. All nerves dissipate and are immediately replaced with a cross between a smug and relieved victory

• If you look close enough at his ears, they’re a little pink

𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫

• If he hasn’t known you for long, Soldier will actually just chalk your actions up to being a communist spy

• A very exasperated Demoman had to get Miss Pauling to bring in heavily classified paperwork on you just to prove to him you weren’t a commie

• “Very well maggot! I’ll believe you— for now! Sleep with one eye open!” Soldier had barked, slamming down your file on the dining room table as a tired Pauling watched. You noted that the papers were upside down, and you doubt he even read them. Or that he could read

• He’s very blunt with everything. Words, actions, emotions, etc. Doesn’t understand why other people can’t just do the same. It would make conversation so much easier to him

• So he’s not oblivious to your attention per se. Just very curious, I suppose

• It takes maybe less than two weeks after the Communist Incident, as Demo had dubbed it, for him to corner you

• “Maggot! Do you find me attractive?” He demanded

• You’d been eating breakfast at the time, and almost choked to death on your laughter at the question

• “Short answer, yes.” You gasped through wheezy laughter, the volume only increasing at the frown on Soldiers face. “Follow up question; is that really how you just asked if I had a crush on you?”

• Nods and booms back that he thinks you’re also easy on the eyes. Proposes the idea of doing a training course with you sometime. Breaks out into a crooked grin when you accept

• “Excellent! I expect you up at oh five hundred for the course tomorrow!” He saluted you, which was Soldier equivalent to a bone crushing hug of respect

• You returned it, and missed the way his eyes crinkled with happiness behind the brim of his helmet

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Always so consumed in his work that he probably just ends up finding out from Archemedies

• The birds had always been allowed to rest on your shoulder while he performed risqué experiments on you, acting as a distraction from the feeling of someone sifting around in your guts

• I guess the dove had picked up on one too many looks you’d tossed the ex-doctors way

• To this day, no one can understand how the two of them can communicate, but one thing leads to another and suddenly Medic is looming in your doorframe silently

• “What’s up, doc?” You’d greeted him with a Bug’s Bunny quote and a grin. Medics lips only twitched up slightly as he pushed his glasses back up the brim of his nose

• “A little bird told me zhat someone has a crush, ja?” He barreled right into the topic, leaving no room for you to prepare for the sudden accusation. Medics scrutinizing gaze didn’t miss the way your eyes glanced in the direction of his lab, no doubt silently cursing Archemedies

• “No need to fear, freund.” He unclasped his gloved hands from behind his back and approached you. “I simply am here to offer you a deal.”

• Turns out the deal was a chance talk over cheap beer in his office. Pretty rare, considering how much of his time Medic chose to dedicate to work

• “I’ll take it.” You shook his hand, briefly noting how large it seemed even when compared to you

• “Vunderbar, mein schatz.” Medic smiled gently, leaving you to wonder what he had just said

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• There is no hiding when it comes to this French fuck

• Spy immediately picks up on every glance. Every chance of avoided eye contact and unnecessary clearing of a throat

• Suddenly he seems to be a lot more talkative towards you than normal. Hanging out by your side at gatherings rather than a dark corner with cigarette smoke curling around his head

• Fleeting touches slowly begin to sprinkle themselves in between conversation. A hand on the shoulder here, and a brief touch to the pulse point there

• The first time he did the latter, he noticed how fast your heart was beating and couldn’t stop himself from letting out a slight chuckle

• If he was nicer, Spy would definitely take action and approach your first. In fact, sometimes he almost finds himself wanting to

• But the man knows how people work. If you truly wanted to pursue him, you would come around eventually. No point in making rash decisions. He was a patient man, after all

• A small part of his ego preened at the thought of making you work for it

• And come around you did eventually did

• Finds himself opening the door to his smoking room one late night only to be met with the image of a very frazzled looking you

• You rush out something about a date too fast for his ears to catch. Spy is simply too busy letting his eyes roam over your casual cloathing and slight fidgeting. The crooning of an old French record plays from behind him as he blinks down at you

• “Would you like to come in?” He finally sighs out, opening the door a little wider in the form of an invitation

• By the time you manage to get inside, you notice he already had a wine glass set out for you

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vvyvernicus · 6 months

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Beginning of my Winter King x OC fic. Unsure if I'll commit to finishing it to full, but I'll leave it here in case anyone was curious.

Chapter 1: The Winter Star

When thinking of the coldest month of the year, December often comes to mind. All the winter decorations and holiday traditions are promoted most during this time of year after all. But in reality, the months that follow can have much harsher climates. Just like the weather that blankets Ohio in January.

The first snowfalls are beautiful and awe-inducing… for the first couple of days. Then people get sick of all the ice. It's cold, makes roads dangerous for travel and is just a pain to remove when more will just take its place a few hours later. Pure white snowflakes that first fell to the ground have now become coated with dirt and grime. And people will be wishing for spring to take over.

Not to mention when they block the view of the sky. Planes have to navigate through them carefully whenever a storm happens. And the people assisting the pilots from ground level have it even more rough. However these stresses really only apply to people like Yenna Lynn who are air traffic controllers.

With the weather being frequently abysmal, it made their jobs just that much harder. Knowing that lives could be potentially lost only added to the tension. So just what was there to be done about that stress?

* * * * *

“Damn blizzards…”

The brunette scowled as she pulled her winter coat tighter across her body. Not only did these snow storms make directing the airplanes substantially more difficult, but they had prevented her from leaving her work premises. There had only been light snow that morning but no forecast predicting that the weather would turn into this. Then again, it was the snowiest time of the year.

Yenna stared out the glass door which was getting battered by icy clumps from the other side. If it hadn't formed two feet of snow at the base, she might have been brave enough to traverse through it and get to her car. Normally there was equipment used to remove the snow buildup, but only during daylight hours. Unfortunately she was working a night shift. So for three more hours she was to be confined to her work environment.

“Ms. Lynnly, I see you've been taking in the scenery.”

She did not turn her gaze from the window as she knew who it was. One of her co-workers, one that she may or may not have indulged in a few risky acts with to fulfill a temporary way to relieve stress. Despite this, they were definitely not friends. At least not from her perspective.

“What do you want, Jeremy?” she groaned as she tore her focus away from her view of the world outside.

He stood taller than her, but considering she was 5'3, most men she came across did. Though not by too much, only by a couple of inches. It made it easy to make eye contact with him and look into his blue eyes that were eerily similar to hers. Thinking about it made her reminisce of back when she first got the job and people confusing them for siblings for that fact alone.

“You were looking a bit more anxious than usual so I thought I'd pop by to check on you. I'd offer you some of my ‘special candy’, but I know you don't operate that way,” he chuckled as she shot him an unimpressed glare.

While it was true that their job positions could be quite stressful at times, not once had she accepted one of his illicit methods of relaxation. Not only was it illegal, but she was pretty sure if her boss found out she would be fired. Unless he and the other staff were stealthily slipping them as well. Honestly it wouldn't surprise her if they had official doctor's prescriptions for stress relieving drugs.

“We are literally snowed in. Of course I'm stressed out,” Yenna huffed before pulling her coat tighter. Even if they were inside, it still felt blisteringly cold to her. A grin flickered across Jeremy's face as he got a little closer to her.

“You know, we could always… have a little de-stressing in the bathroom. Not like we're on the clock so we have plenty of time to—”

“On second thought I do want some candy. Hand some over, will you?” she said as she gestured for him to slide some into her coat pocket. His eyes widened and he seemed to be in genuine surprise that she actually wanted to take them this time. “Just give me the damn smarties and I'll make sure I de-stress you thoroughly later,” she smiled at him as her fingers began to trail across his white dress shirt.

After that interaction, she found herself in possession of the alleged ecstasy candies. Though she grimaced at the thought of spending another time with him privately. She didn't exactly want the benefits he provided for her anymore. Not that she ever craved them the first time. But now was not the time for her to be thinking of the future.

With the bathroom door locked and secured, she reached into her pocket to take out the baggy. Inside were three round tablets, one red, one blue and one green. They really did bear a strong resemblance to smarties. Though she doubted they tasted the same. She popped the blue one first and was immediately hit with a bitter taste as she swallowed it.

Definitely not candy for kids. It went down her throat easily but then she pondered on if she was supposed to chew it up first. Suddenly panic set in as she worried that in the chance she took it wrong and that something bad could happen. Luckily Google came to the rescue and assured her swallowing it whole was the way to go.

“Thirty minutes to an hour, hm. I haven't eaten anything since lunch so it's got to be closer to thirty right? This waiting sucks,” she then groaned as her body slumped to the cool floor.

This is what her life had come to. Taking narcotics in hopes that life would suck just a little less. If only her parents could see her now. Though she never did care to meet them as they ditched her as a baby. With no familial ties, she was able to focus more on landing a good job for herself. However a six figure salary was starting to seem pointless if she was stressed all the time and had barely any time to do things outside of work.

Sighing, she leaned back against the wall as comfortably as she could. It was quite cold in the bathroom. Even with her hands inside her pockets she felt cold. Maybe the tablet also made one more sensitive to temperatures. No, it had to be because of all the cold outside building up.

Her mind began to feel hazy and weak. The smartie was taking effect and now she could finally be at peace. She leaned down so that her head was flush with the hard floor. For some reason it felt like a cushion of softened snow. The faint sound of the winds howling away outside began to lull her into slumber.

* * * * *

Eventually she had to get up. There was a good chance that people would wonder where she was after being gone for so long. Plus it wasn't a very comfortable position. After all, she didn't want to keep touching the cold masses of snow beneath her.

What a silly comparison for her brain to use to describe the bathroom floor. Sure it was cold, but it wasn't ice. Or wet. At least not last since she checked.

Her body suddenly jolted upwards as her eyes blinked themselves clear. As she gazed at her surroundings, one thing was clear. This was not the bathroom. Nor did it look close to the airport. She appeared to be in the middle of a forest that was covered thick with snow. This… had to be a prank, right?

“What the hell?” she spoke to herself softly as she stood to her feet. “Did someone seriously drag me out in the middle of the woods as some kind of… prank?”

She looked around for signs of people or perhaps cameras filming. It was a weird conclusion to jump to, but she wouldn't be surprised if that happened to be the case. She probably blacked out after taking the drug and a rival co-worker saw perfect opportunity to take the chance. Though this would have to be the most extreme prank someone had caused her to go through. Certainly a step up from putting salt in her coffee.

Then a more likely reason popped into her head. Of course. This was a hallucination. Had to be, no doubt about it. Though was that a even a side effect of molly? She was no drug expert by any means.

“At least I didn't hallucinate my clothes being wet in this lovely weather,” she muttered as her hands started to dust off the snow clumps that had been forming on her clothes.

Touching the ice made her shiver more. Okay, maybe not a hallucination. But she was still holding onto the possibility. It would not be fun to have been stranded in an unknown location like this.

Oh of course! No need to panic since her phone was in pocket's reach. All she had to do was turn it on. Great, still has plenty of charge. Now to Google maps—

“Shit, no service,” she growled as she turned it back off and shoved it back into her pocket with unnecessary force.

Too far out into the wilderness that her phone wasn't able to get a signal. So much for that expensive data plan. As she looked around as her brain argued with itself on which direction to walk towards, she felt a certain pain in her chest.

Every time her heart beat, it felt like someone was sticking a needle right through it. One needle soon became several needles. And soon her hand found itself clutching at her chest. Though it did nothing to stop the pain.

She fell to her knees and doubled over, snow coating her pants once again. Now was no time to be panicking and yet…

It must have been a side effect of the pill she took. Anxiety welled up in her chest and was violently attacking her heart and lungs. She couldn't breathe. And it was too cold. Much too cold to think properly.

“Hey, over there!”

Her head perked up at the sound of the voice. It sounded like it could belong to a young, teenage girls. Even though she was trembling an in pain, she still did her best to pull her body somewhat upright. As she did, she saw too figures gliding towards her over the snowy ground. But as they got closer, she couldn't help but recoil backwards.

“A human woman?!” one of them blurted out in surprise as the pair stood only a few feet away from her.

As she stared at them in bewilderment, their pale blue eyes bore a similar expression. The two were completely identical in appearance. Each wore a blue helmet with a lightning bolt shape coming off the top, blue skirts and cyan blue hair that nearly came down to their waists. Their skin was also completely white and they had long, pointy noses. They also had swords which made Yenna even more wary of them.

“It can't be a human, they all got wiped out during the war remember? Our king told us that so it must be true,” the other said as she looked at Yenna with skepticism.

“Well, maybe not every human did. There had to be at least a few left that he didn't know about. Our king is great and smart, but I bet he doesn't know absolutely everything,” the first to speak replied as she lowered herself to Yenna's level. Yenna's eyes never wandered too far from their hands and weapons.

“Excuse me, but where exactly am I?” she spoke up as she tried her best to avoid showing weakness to these strange creatures. She had no clue what was going on, but for now she had to be cautious if she wanted to survive whatever this was. For all she knew, she could have been hallucinating and stranded in the snowy wilderness. “And dare I ask what you two are?”

Both of their eyes blinked at Yenna before they turned to face each other and then back to her.

“We are…” The two of them began to twirl before holding onto each other's hands. “The Winter Kingdom's finest Ice Scouts!”

The confusion on Yenna's face became more apparent as she watched them strike a pose. What in the world was she supposed to make of this? Winter Kingdom? Ice Scouts? Her reality seemed to be getting more bizarre by the second.

Before she could ask them more questions, pain filled her body once more. Her body felt like it was freezing from the inside out. She normally had a good tolerance to cold weather, so this was a threatening feeling. That stupid drug… she never should've taken it.

“Damnit… I can't feel—”

Her body collapsed onto the ground once again as her legs gave out beneath her. As she fell, the two Ice Scouts rushed to her side immediately. She couldn't quite hear what they were saying as everything became muffled. However she retained some consciousness and did not drift off so easily.

“Quick, Christina! We've got to give her the cloak!” one of them said while looking at her twin companion.

“Really? Her? But what if she ends up being a problem for the Winter Kingdom?”

“We'll figure that out later! But for now let's just wrap her up in it. Our king will know what to do when we bring her to him,” she replied confidently, having full trust in how he would handle the situation.

Yenna began to stir as she felt the coldness in her bones alleviate and her senses returning. Her eyes flickered back open and she immediately grabbed her arms, feeling new clothing on top of her work attire. It was soft, sleek and warm. A cloak that was now covering a good portion of her head and protecting it from the snowfall.

She did not waste time to question why this cloak felt like she was in the perfect climate and returned her gaze to the beings responsible for putting it on her. They seemed happy that she had recovered, but there was the slightest bit of wariness in their eyes.

“You said you have a king, correct? Could you bring me to him?” she asked them as they bobbed their heads in agreement.

“Of course, that was the plan!” They both spoke in unity as they took their places on each side of her. “Let us escort you safely. Then it'll be up to our king to decide what needs to be done.”

Yenna was not in any position to be arguing with them, so she went along with it. If there really was a king here and this wasn't a hallucination, it wasn't a bad idea to get close to someone who held power in this world. But honestly if she truly had the chance… No, terrible idea to try escaping from armed creatures she knew nothing about.

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rabbitsrams · 7 months

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just had a thought about hockey!schlatt with figure skater!reader, and i just needed to share that i had that thought!!!

scouttttt that would be so cuteeeee!!!

i don't know too much about hockey or figure skating so please bear with me😅

♡ first of all i think schlatt would look so good in a hockey uniform

♡ like damn.

♡ anyway...

♡ the two of you met because you were both at the same ice rink

♡ you were practicing with your trainer when your college's hockey team arrived.

♡ and you knew it was time to leave since the team always came in for practice and needed the entire space

♡ but you were practicing a move that you were this close to perfecting.

♡ "please just give me a few more minutes!"

♡ most of the team is quite impatient but one of the centers wasn't.

♡ "come on guys, give 'em a few."

♡ since he was one of the most respected players, the others agreed.

♡ you ended up landing the move perfectly

♡ you were so happy that you got to do that in front of the cute player...

♡ you get off the ice, thanking the team for letting you stay extra.

♡ as you're leaving, you're stopped by the cute center.

♡ "hey, your skatin' was pretty cool. ya looked great out there."

♡ "thanks!" you introduce yourself shortly after and learn his name

♡ and of course you don't leave without getting his number.

♡ going to ALL OF HIS GAMES. you're his biggest cheerleader and he always manages to score the most with you around <33

♡ and him going to ALL OF YOUR COMPETITIONS. always cheers the loudest for you and thinks you're so beautiful in your costumes.

♡ going to the rink together to practice (skating, hockey or both)

♡ also if you just want to skate freely you do it together

♡ watching him practice and admiring how good he looks out there

♡ then him staying behind to watch you practice and is so impressed by you doing all the jumps and stuff

♡ like wow. that's his partner out there. <3333

♡ him being with you whenever you choose new costumes

♡ "do this one, no no, this one."

♡ he ends up buying you both hehe

♡ WEARING HIS JERSEY AROUND CAMPUS!!!!!

♡ also gets a little jealous if you have to perform with another person (esp if it's another guy)

♡ but you assure him your heart belongs to him <3

♡ and he trusts you ofc he just doesn't trust the other person lol.

♡ also if one of u gets hurt on the ice the other is there in an instant to help

#scout <3 #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt fluff #schlatt fluff #jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt imagine #schlatt fanfic #jschlatt fanfic #jschlatt fic #schlatt fic

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lianaloverr · 7 months

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Jay from the Kubz Scouts best friend/ boyfriend hc!♥︎

^Kubz Scouts x Gn!reader^

Helloo, I hope you enjoy!

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• You guys live in the same apartment/ house

• On most nights, it’s hard for you to get sleep because of his screaming from the video games

• You like to be kept anonymous for privacy reasons, but you and Jay play video games all the time

• His number 1 fan, and you always laugh at his editing/sound effects

• when you do try not to laughs (not posted on his channel), both of y’all laugh your asses off

• Both of you guys LOVE music, so you listen to music together like everyday. Songs like Marvin’s room ( good song )

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Signs that he likes you/ how he confesses his love

• he always lets you play on his computer, just have a feeling he doesn’t like people touching it

• He always invites you over to play video games/ watch movies/ or just for your company

• He always tries to make you laugh, his laugh always gets you

• You always catch him staring, when you ask about he says “What are you talking about?”

• He seems like lowkey about saying he likes you, so you would probably be the one to say you like him

• but if he does, he would probably make a game for you asking you out

• Nervous boyyy

• But relief washed over him when you say yes

• He would probably take you to a fancy restaurant, he’s trying to impress you😉

• He asks you to be his girlfriend and you say yes

• for the rest of the dates, y’all keep it lowkey and stay home to watch a movie/cook/bake, anything that involves home

• you live happily ever after❤️

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Heyy! Thanks for reading Kubz scouts hc’s! Also, please tell me about mistakes, I’ll be happy to fix them. Lmk if you want like breaking up hc’s and stuff for anyone! Byeeee! (Also I am working on I hate You, Right? For Quackity, so keep a look out for part 2!👀);

( Plus a little edit, Credit: kait0id) literally baee 😩

#kubz scouts #kubz scouts x reader #jay from the Kubz scouts #gender neutral y/n

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lost-in-sokovia · 1 year

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bathtub baby

this idea came to me on a whim oh my god

warnings: cursing, fluff with no plot

“she keeps splashin’ me— dammnit, scout, stop fidgetin’!” your husband half-laughed half-scolded. your ten month old daughter moved her chubby little arms up and down in the small metal tub she sat in, giggling as she continued to splash warm water all over her father as you and him sat in front of her.

“it ain’t gonna be warm much longer if you keep it up, scout-a-roo,” percy warned lightly. of course, your baby daughter didn’t understand what she was being told, and instead kept happily splashing and making you laugh as percy closed his eyes and scrunched his nose with every contact of water. you sat with the small tub in front of the fireplace so scout’s bath water could stay as warm as possible for as long as possible, more water being heated above the fire for whenever it became too cold for her.

your daughters little cheeks were pink and plump beneath her green eyes, her reddish hair matted to her soft baby head as she joyously laughed and squirmed.

“splash your momma, daddy’s had enough,” percy groaned jokingly. your daughter looked to you, recognizing your name, and scrunched her nose as she giggled again. you laughed as she bounced, causing the metal tub to scrape a bit against the floor.

“god, perc, she’s so funny!” you observed and booped her little nose. you dipped your hands into the water and gently poured more water over scouts head, your daughter instinctively closing her eyes and percy helping to wipe the water away as she blinked. he grabbed the small bar of soap beside the metal tub and dipped it beneath the warm water before beginning to gently scrub his daughter’s soft baby skin. scout’s eyes widened as the bubbles formed and looked from her daddy then back to the soap suds.

“she’s goin’ to grow up and be smarter than me, i’ll tell ya that,” percy remarked as he gently rubbed scout’s chubby tummy. scout giggled and percy mimicked it, causing her to laugh louder. “she’s the most curious baby i ever seen.”

“how many babies have you seen, though, percy?” you asked. he chuckled and shrugged.

“you’re right, but she’s got her momma’s brains already, i know it,” your husband persisted. you hummed and kissed his cheek, leaning your head against his shoulder. it was lovely watching your husband and daughter bond as she got older, but you longed for the days when scout was small enough to fit perfectly in the crook of percy’s arm. you frowned.

“i miss when she was little,” you mumbled. percy didn’t reply, simply rinsing off the remaining soap on scout’s tiny body before wiping his hands on his pants. he wrapped his arms around you as scout cooed and wiggled her little legs beneath the water, splashing some onto the wooden floor beneath her.

“darlin’, she is little,” percy responded gently. he kissed your head and smiled at the wiggly baby. “she’s only ten months, not even a whole year yet. she’s still got tons to learn and tons to grow, just enjoy where we’re at,” he told you. you knew he was right; scout wasn’t even walking yet and she could only say mama, dada, and moo. you sat in silence with your husband until scout started to frown.

“getting cold?” you cooed, sticking your fingers in the water. percy rubbed his hand over her thin, wet hair and sniffed.

“think she’s done, anyway,” he said. you grabbed the fuzzy towel beside you and percy lifted your daughter out of the tub and into your arms, scout cooing as you held her close to you and the fire warmed the other side of her. you closed your eyes and placed your head atop hers, snuggling her and letting out a deep breath.

percy carefully moved the tub aside before wrapping his arms around both you and scout. the crackling fire and the sound of your daughter’s soft breathing filled your ears as your husband held you in a comforting grip.

this was the life you had longed for.

#percy dolarhyde #percy dolarhyde x y/n #percy dolarhyde fanfiction #percy dolarhyde x reader #cowboys and aliens #scout marigold dolarhyde #paul dano fanfiction #paul dano x you #paul dano x reader #paul dano fanfic #paul dano

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