Engineer x Reader: Valentines dayYou'd spent all day preparing for this. Still, you didn't feel ready at all; your hands were shaking lightly against the top of the tub that sat in your lap and the nerves were getting so bad it felt like your stomach was cramping. Taking a deep breath, you looked up at the clock on the wall as you exhaled.More Like This
6:30PM. Figuring that if left alone to do this at any time, you would've chickened out eventually, so you had set a time limit for yourself. Be there at 7PM at the latest. You set the tub down beside you on your bed, standing up to look into the mirror of your vanity desk.
Standing for a moment, you watched your reflection as you turned your head this way and that, looking at the way the light caught your hair, running your hands over your cheeks and feeling the shape of your face, running fingers over the increasingly darker bags under your eyes. Being a mercenary had certainly had it's toll on your sleeping habits. Despite the imperfections you could spot, you smiled at yourself.
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Scout X Reader
Mornings for most people would start out with lazy yawns, back stretching, getting the coffee started, ect. But here at 2Fort, it starts out differently. Soldier yells down the hallway “Every maggot better be up in five or it’s hell to pay!” and there is this slow scramble to get up and make the beds before shuffling into the main hall for breakfast that we all share a part in making.
But on weekends, which are special sleep-in days, two particular team members initiate a long held tradition: Watching Cartoons. Don’t get me wrong. Both me and Scout get enough TV in each day when fights and training are over with. But those certain special shows come on only on two days, and to view them in their glory, one has to be awake and ready at a moments notice.
“______!” I heard Scout’s voice float in under the door, waking me from my beloved dream world of yaoi. Turning over, I pulled my covers over my head, not
TF2: Seven Minutes in Heaven - SpyYou kept your eyes pinned to the ground, staring at the shiny grey floor beneath your feet, the whole time the Medic was in the closet. You felt too scared to look at the Spy after seeing the slow-smile that spread across his face when the door closed behind the Medic. You shudder as your mind conjures that smile again.More Like This
You look up suddenly when you hear the door being opened and the Spy calling the Medic and his partner back from the darkness. You swallow nervously when you see them emerge, both smiling at one another. Oh god, this is it.
“Our turn, cherie,” the Spy calls to you, a more pleasant smile on his face. You get up slowly, almost warily, and cross the room to him. You eye him nervously, looking for a hint of the smile that had crept upon his face before. It doesn't show, but you aren't fooled.
You take a deep breath and step inside the closet, unfazed by the haphazard and dust-ridden mess that litters the floor. You stop on a patch of floor that isn't cluttered j
TF2: Seven Minutes in Heaven - MedicYou bite your bottom lip nervously as you look between the Medic and the Spy – the only two mercenaries who are yet to be paired off. You let your gaze linger on the Medic far too long and turn away meekly when you notice, trying not to draw attention to yourself.More Like This
The Spy makes an impatient noise and shakes the bag in his hands at you, goading you to hurry up. His masked face shows his displeasure. You ignore his raised eyebrows and plunge your hand into the dark bag, letting your fingers trace the sides till they reach the bottom.
Your hand searches the near empty depths of the bag till your reaching fingers brush against something silky and smooth. You gently wrap your fingers around the foreign object, feeling how it is virtually weightless. Its presence is only just recognisable on your skin.
You retract your hand and see the item resting against your fingers. It's a long feather. The plume is a clean shade of white, the feel of it against your skin soft and light. You feel y
Former Little Boy, Daddy's Big Man(Jock WG/TF )More Like This
Former Little Boy, Daddy's Big Man
Written by Zachary Everlust
Image by Fighting-Wolf-Fist
Note: Each Panel takes up two days (4 posts), in total, there are 12 days ( 24 posts). Hope you enjoy
10:00 am Morning Circuton’s Voice Journal Day 1
Hey there everyone! Circ here and uhh, I’ve decided to get a Voice Journal seeing as it’s one of the trendiest things around lately, all you need to do is speak and it records everything! …I’ll let you guys know a little bit about my life.
My name is Circ as I’ve stated earlier, I’m a free-lance writer who lives with his mo—well used to before she passed away. Can’t help it though…but at least now I get to spend time more with my biological father. My mom managed to win over in the case on who gets to take me, but my dad is allowed to see me every other day of the week. I really love both of them, I do, though I follow mostly my mom’s teachings as she’s always there for me. D
Favourite Pirate (Foxy The Pirate TF)Favourite PirateMore Like This
Written By ZacharyEverlust
“He was always my favourite…”
Dressed up ready for work, sweet and salty sweat dripping down from my forehead, this is no place for any man to be at.
“Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day 4. I knew you could do it” I sarcastically replied. I doubt anyone would still want to work in this pizzeria after hearing my pre-recorded messages for the past-three days, but better to be safe than sorry…for their case at the very least.
“Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow.” Words slipped by as I glanced nervously at the left door. *Bang Bang* goes the one animatronic I so adore, the coolest of the bunch. I still wished that he wasn’t condemned of being in co-hoots with THAT OTHER foxy, more commonly known by my colleagues as the Mangle.
“It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you.” I paused for a sec, clearin
Going GJock! (Dash Baxter TF)Going GJock! (Dash Baxter TF)More Like This
Written By Zachary Everlust
A mixture of a sunny shinning morning and a windy weather afternoon, a perfect day to pump iron. Well not for Danny Fenton though.
Of course aside from my ghostly half with supernatural, and superman powers, being a teenager, fighting with raging hormones and lack of muscle, it is torture compared to ghost fighting with Vlad every week. Not that the high school bullies ever gave me any break.
“Why didn’t I become sick today?” Sighing as I leaned against the wall of the restroom, raven black hair pressed against the cold hard tiles.
“Sam and Tucker are both absent from school today for whatever reason. Even Valerie’s off doing her dad knows what? Can this just get worse?” Knowing Casper high, misfortune is just around the corner. As the male bathroom doors swing open, revealing my blonde haired ‘friend’ who just loves to pick on me.
“Hey Fenton! It’s Friday! Do you know