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Rivaille X Reader~ Cabin Fever
"Ugh, sometimes Heichou can be really annoying." Sasha groaned as she picked up a dusty old vase. The vase was only a fraction of the work we need to do. Of all places we can go, our grumpy superior just had to pick the most filthy dump within the walls. It's a decently large cabin that had exactly six rooms for the Special Operations Squad, a small living room, a kitchen, and a dining room. Of course, the Corporal made us clean every room until it was spotless, and his harsh orders were clearly affecting us half way in.
"I second that," I hissed through my teeth. I pulled out a feather duster from the bucket of supplies and walked towards the bed- if it was even a bed, it's coated in so much dust I can't even tell what it is.
"I think he picks the worst places just so he can torture us," Mikasa comments, looking up from dusting the wooden dresser.
Sasha nodded as she cleaned the glass vase. She sloppily brushed the feather duster over its surface. "Sasha
Guard Duty (LevixReader)A gentle breeze toying with her [h/l] [h/c] hair [Name] sat alone in the silver moonlight, a quiet smile playing across her soft features as she gazed up into the star-filled sky. She enjoyed the young hours of the night, with none other than the moon keeping her company: the only time that real quiet and a shadow of peace could be found in the Survey Corps headquaters. It did not matter to her that there was no person out with her - in fact, the solitude of these moonlit hours was something she welcomed and looked forward to. With all the training, expeditions and what not, a single moment of peace was a treasure to be cherished and [Name] considered herself lucky to have whole hours at a time to let her mind and soul wander. Nothing but the rustling of leaves and the constant buzzing of insects floated in the mild summer air, providing space to just breathe. Ensconced in her bliss, [Name] did not hear the footsteps until a familiar voice behind her broke spell of the night.More Like This
AtC: OverprotectiveThe familiar squeak of the hinge as you pushed open Rivaille's door made you smile as you entered, watching as your husband looked up from the window he was standing at. He glanced at you for a moment without greeting before turning back to whatever has captured his interest down in the courtyard below.More Like This
A playful smile danced on your lips as you strode over to where your husband stood, hands folded behind his back.
"I brought you lunch." You declared, setting a small basket of groceries down on the surface of his desk. Rivaille did not look up. You paused for a moment, observing him.
His brow was furrowed in an expression of frustration or mild anger, you weren't sure. His mouth was a taut line, his eyes half lidded as he stared down at the courtyard.
"What are you looking at?" You asked, though you already knew. You wandered over to the window, placing a small peck on Rivaille's cheek before gazing down into the courtyard.
A young lady, with dark feathery
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You stumbled up the stairs behind Rivaille, gasping as your feet tripped against the stairs with every step you took. Ahead of you, Rivaille failed to look back, but you could see an angry grimace on his visage.
As you reached the top of the stairs you felt an angry yank on your arm, eliciting a small whimper upon your part. Rivaille looked back at you for a moment, and you swore that his face took on a slight expression of remorse. But you couldn't be sure, because suddenly you were being pulled forward.
Your footsteps hit the old wooden floorboards harshly, two pairs of footsteps echoing down the hallway irregularly.
At last you reached the door that led to the apartment.
Rivaille practically threw the door open, making you flinch. The fury in this man scared you, in all honesty. Rivaille glanced back at you, eyes half lidded, brow furrowed in frustration.
He held the door open for you, motioning you inside with a nod of his head.
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"Hey guys! It's time for seven minutes in heaven! It's been such a long time! I hope you all are ready!"
America gave a thumbs up to the crowd. You stood in embarrassment, this was your first time coming to a party, and you only came because your friend made you.
"Since you're one of the only ladies here, why d-don't you go? I'd rather not...b-be stuck in a closet with a boy..."
Canada said shyly.
You walked up the the enormous hat and reached in.
You felt a furry, irregular shape; it was a fake mustache.
"Hey-a that's me..."
Romano blushed and looked at you.
You smiled and walked toward him timidly.
"You two have fun now!"
America waved you two to the closet.
Romano grabbed you hand and took you inside.
"S-so, how're you? I-I'm rather nervous my self...d-dammit."
He started to curse under his breath.
You forced out the words while shaking.
"H-hey, you're nervous too...t-that makes me feel better..."
He edged toward you and placed his hand on your cheek.
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"PARTY TIME, MOFO'S!" America stood in front of the crowd with the hat, confetti blowing all over him. "It'll be the best closet time yet! Everyone ready to get this show on the road?" Everyone nodded their agreements and continued to begin the game.
You were selected to be the first the pull from the hat. You were a little nervous, but completely ready. You had nothing against anyone in the room and had always wanted to try the game.
"Come on-a! The suspense! It's killing me!" Italy flailed around and blushed. You looked at the paper.
"C'est moi?" France blew you a kiss. He was right, it was him. You always thought France was too perky for you, but proceeded to him and took his arm. "O-honhon, this will be fun, mon Chérie..." He lead you to the closet and sat you both down. "So, my dear sweet, what's on your mind?" He held your hands in his and pressed his lips to your hand. Your eyes widened. What was there to say? You were locked in a closet with a total pervert for 7 minutes. Dd
Laughing over Jaeger's Baby Photos“Oi _.” Jean drawled as he waved a small piece of paper in front of you during stable duty one Monday morning. You were day dreaming about how the Lance Corporal would look in a pair of bunny ears.More Like This
“Hmm.” You replied rather crossly, annoyed that your friend disrupted your daydreaming session about your superior.
“Guess what?” He questioned as he waved the piece of paper a bit more impatiently. You noticed that the boy was trying hard to not laugh.
“What the fuck do you want, Jean Kirschtein?” You said as you flicked at a group of stray hair strands that tickled your face.
“I will show you this old drawing of Jaeger, but you must promise that you will not laugh.” Jean’s deal seemed to be easy enough, considering the list of dares he made you do during the long period of time that you knew him.
“I accept your challenge, Jean Kirschtein.” You said, relieved to have something to do other than clean the horse-manu
Hating the Winter (Jean X Reader AU)“Oh come on Jean,” you said. “Lighten up.” Jean grumbled under his breath. “(F/N), it’s cold as fuck out here and I hate winter. Can we please go back inside?” You shook her head, and then grinned up at him, (E/C) eyes bright and (H/C) blowing around you, due to the wind. “Oh, come on Jean! Can we stay out here a little longer?” He sighed. He knew not to argue with you. Besides, you were being incredibly . . . cute, even though he would not admit it.More Like This
You ran ahead, looking around outside. The night before, it had snowed and now the trees, ground, and everything else was covered in snow. As the both of you walked, it was snowing as well. You stopped in tracks, turned around, and then puffed your cheeks out. “Come on Jean! You’re being a slow ass!” He trudged even faster. “I’m going, I’m going. Geez, damn woman.”
Suddenly, a snowball was thrown at him. He glared at the assailant . . . wh
'Just Be' [Jean x Tsundere!Reader] - Part 19More Like This
---'Just Be': Part 19---
[Songstamp: 'Hresvelgr' - Ace Combat Zero OST]
The reaction to the Colossal Titan's appearance was instant. Five years ago, the Garrison had been complacent, barely competent, and sluggish on their feet. But not this time. In the brutal aftermath of the Wall Maria disaster, they had sharpened up into a professional, dedicated defense force. Within a matter of seconds, the contingency was in full motion, and the first response team was dispatched to intercept the first wave of Titans.
Everyone knew that it was a suicidal mission. The Vanguard were about to give their lives to buy the civilians time to escape. Few, if any, were expected to survive.
Meanwhile, the Garrison's finest sprung into action. Rico Brzenska stood alongside her fellow Elite Squad Members, Ian Dietrich and Mitabi Jarnach, upon the upper parapet of Military Headquarters. Despite all attempts to
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"Dudes, check it out! We totally got this awesome-ass party about to start! Ad what's even better! We got a super sexy new girl as the girl we could be in a closet with! Check ___ out! I'd so tap that man! ROCK, ROCK, ROCK!" America shook his head furiously with excitement. You stood, uncomfortable by his rather odd introduction for you.
"Why hello there, love. It's quite nice to meet you, please excuse America's foul manners and atrocious behavior..." Britain smiled cheerfully.
"Man, what the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you trying to scare me with intimidating vocabulary? Try again! Those words were definitely made up!"
"Shut up you narcissistic wanker!" Britain and America began to fight.
"I apologize mon chérie, they're often like this. But do not fear! I hate both of them, and do not care to associate with either!" France pressed his body against yours. "I can be yours, sweet dear...o-honhon.." You uncomfortably shifted backwards.
"I-it's okay, France...si