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If requests are open, could you do killers of your choice reacting to the new guy?
Like, the Unknown managing to lure them in by mimicking a survivor's voice
I took some creative liberty for this
TW: Violence, death
Characters: Trapper, Knight, Blight
Male!reader mentioned
The Trapper - Evan MacMillan
Evan is working on his bear-traps in his warehouse. The realm is silent, the sounds of faint cawing and the rustling of leaves echoes through the estate.
Out of nowhere, a voice calls out
"E...van?"
He stops working immediately
That was your voice, but you'd left for a trial just a while ago
There's no way you'd be back this early
Evan sighs rubbing his temples
Maybe he's been working for way too long; starting to hear things
Before he can go back to tightening bolts, he hears it again
"Evan"
He immediately stands up, so abruptly that his chair falls over
The stomps outside, confused and a bit worried
"(Y/N)?"
He hears no response
The air is still and the hairs on his body stand stiff
Suddenly, the smell of rotting flesh and wet copper
Something was wrong
Evan notices that even the crows have stopped making sounds
Slowly, he tries to head back into the building; he needed his cleaver
He turns around to look at the entrance to the warehouse, only to see it
The Unknown was hiding, waiting for him to see it
It attacks Evan before he can react
The first thing on Evan's mind, once the Entity revives him, is to find you
The Knight - Tarhos KovƔcs
Tarhos was sharpening his sword in the Borgo, listening to the crackle of the fire he sat by
The peace is interrupted as a bloodcurdling scream pierces through the air
It's you, or at least it sounds like you
If Tarhos had taken the time to listen, he would've noticed how off it sounded
But he was way too panicked to think
To him, you were in danger
With sword gripped tightly, he booked it to where he heard the scream
"(Y/N)! WHERE ARE YOU, MY LOVE!?"
He's absolutely distraught
"SPEAK TO ME, (Y/N)!"
every one of his questions is answered by another screech, coming from another direction
Before he knew it, Tarhos was worn out and exhausted
It seemed that was the thing The Unknown was waiting for
Before Tarhos can even think about catching his breath, The Unknown attacks him from behind, knocking him clean off his feet
A tendril of flesh stabs into Tarhos's thigh
The Knight reacts quickly, swinging his sword and slicing the appendage through with one slice
"It...hurts... No...m-more"
It spoke in your voice, as if mocking Tarhos
His heart sunk into his chest, mind flooding with questions as to why this creature knows what you sound like
The Unknown shrieks as it feels his flesh sizzle, snapping his head around to see Alejandro pressing his hot iron into it; the rest of the Compagnia manifesting alongside him
Seeing the thing distracted, Tarhos stabs the beast through the chest
The Unknown is unnerving unaffected, pulling away before crawling away on all fours
Tarhos isn't having that, reeling his arm before throwing his sword like a makeshift spear, pinning The Unknown's hand into the ground
He grits his teeth as he stomps towards the monster, screaming at it
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY (Y/N)?!"
Durkos and Sander rush forward as well to kill the creature
The Unknown uses its axe to chop its own hand off to escape
"(y/n)... my (y/n)" it repeats mockingly as it slinks away
The Blight - Talbot Grimes
Talbot was working on his serums and elixirs when he heard your voice
"Hey....co...come over.....here"
Right off the bat, he knew it wasn't you
Talbot knows you
He knows your every scream, moan, laugh, and tone
This was something attempting to mimic that
Despite knowing whatever was calling out was trying to luring him in, he was curious to see what exactly it was
He makes his way outside, albeit apprehensively; his cane and syringe ready
The voice speaks again
"Wha...what is that...?"
It seems to be repeating something its heard previously
Were you in a trial with whatever it was?
It also seems to be getting better at mimicking you
Talbot hurries his steps to find the source of the voice
Its not long before he comes face to face with The Unknown
Talbot isn't afraid, he's downright furious
Whatever this monster was, it clearly had some contact with you
Why else would it know how you sound like?
The fight isn't pretty; both sides inflicting heavy damage on the other
In the end, The Unknown screeches as it retreats from sight, slinking away into the fog after seeing that Blight wasn't easy prey
Talbot managed to stab the syringe into the thing, acquiring a blood sample
Experimentation could wait
He needed to find you
The real you
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āÆā§āāā ā self-aware!ghostface and the player headcanons | part 1/?
-> first things first, once danny breaks the fourth wall, good luck because bby that man will never leave you alone. he wants your attention on him and him alone. you either main him or risk getting your game glitched out til you do.
-> gets frustrated when you purposely let survivors go. this is not a charity party, this is a hunting trial. thinks you're going too soft and might honestly assume control of himself and take matters into his own hands if you keep it up.
-> depending on his mood, he might or might not care if you accidentally let some slip. it's okay hun everyone makes mistakes (but not 3 in a row). you're not like danny, a ruthless and cold-blooded murderer, so he understands. though if he keeps getting flashbanged he will take matters into his own hands again because he's trying not to go blind before his forties.
-> loves watching you scroll on your phone or eating when you're taking a break from matches. if you don't pay attention to him for long he'll start repeating his basic animations (stab stabby stab stab) until you look up and he can see those pretty eyes of yours again. ā”
-> absolutely despises when you switch to survivor. he doesn't get it. what do they have that he doesn't? what's the fun in being chased and hunted? he's so much more fun and entertaining- you can't just replace him like that.
->danny doesn't care about fashion or his appearance overall. his hair is often messy and with hits of dried blood here and there, and sometimes he forgets to wash himself after a kill but he loves when you buy him cosmetics. maybe it's the way your eyes lit up, or the small comments you make about how 'handsomely gorgeous he looks in red', and he craves that attention.
->believes you two are the match. no other killer or survivor could ever have what you and the ghostface have. his skills and your brains are the ultimate pair, any other could only dream of having a 'relationship' like the two of you have.
->snickers to himself as you make background commentary of how the trial is going, 'wow nea what was that?' 'damn are you just gonna leave your teammate die on first hook?' or his personal favourite... 'ace get your fucking ass off of the balcony right now'
->his dark, cold heart flutters in excitement as he hears you cheer after a 4k or after you get vengeance on some particular sassy survivors who think they can outsmart you. oh, how danny would love to see your hands covered in blood as you digged his blade into the corpses of-
->for now, danny will keep watching and testing his boundaries. his limits. watching you from behind a screen can only satisfy him for so long. he wants the real deal, he craves to feel you, your touch, the softness or roughness of your skin. he wants to show you that he's the only one good enough for you.
A/N: trying a new format of headcanons/stories hehehe
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Hi its me againšš
Can you write nikto or krueger self aware headcannons?
I just love both of them sm and i love your self aware posts toošš
(No rush btw!)
a/n: sure!!! Of course, thank you for waiting so patiently, Iāve been 50/50 on writing nikto recently due to his DID and me trying to find better ways to write it but I think this one turned out fine?
Nikto:
-he adores when you get to play him on your console, enjoying the sight of you up in the corner of his mind
-has had to bite his lip to stop himself from cursing you out when youāve done something dumb quite a few times, since heās not keen on letting you know heās alive
-the idea of someone always watching him made him uncomfortable at first, but he got used to the pleasant feeling of knowing you were around, listening to you drone on about your day to someone on the phone
Krueger:
-not really a common choice so itās nice to have someone who loyally uses him as their operator
-has and will mess with your settings if you leave the game on while doing something or nodding off to sleep
-wishes so hard that he could just jump out of the screen and hold you tight, but heās too scared for that
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Hoon Hoon franics has tentacles, argue with yo mamaššš¤
(this was in my quese but im here to add more)
Look at the fanart ive found
made by @wanwan_sfw on twitter
(get in my askbox and give me your ideas)
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thinkinf blue collar!simon thoughtsā¦
welder!simon making you those pretty metal flowers. welder!simon who loves when you pack lunch for him because its so domestic and heās out of the house by 0400 in the morning anyway. welder!simon who talks about you to all the down-to-earth guys that come through and have a job for him. welder!simon who always showers right when he gets home because he know how you get when he gets thise little curls of steel that latch onto his shirt on the couch or get dirt on the bed.
mechanic!simon who always gets your vehicle in and out before anyone else though possible. mechanic!simon who offers to fix things up at your house/apartment for free because he (wants to spend time with you) knows how expensive things areā¦ and he is your friend, so why not just do it out of the kindness of his heart? mechanic!simon who is friends with you long enough to know your favorite animal/song, so he casually gets a tattoo of the animal silhouette/lyrics because he has tattoos anyway so why not get one that reminds him of you?
electrician!simon who always jumps to offer his work skills if you need. electrician!simon who always lets you know the latest gossip that he hears on the job if you want to know. electrician!simon who always calls you after a work accident/scare: he fell about twenty feet and landed on his back and his first thought was of you, simon got shocked by a live wire and asked for you to come cook him dinner because he burned through some skin tissue (and he knows youād do it).
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How the flowers bloom
Pairing: Marius "JƤger" Streicher x reader
Summary: This is part 2 of my smitten!JƤger x oblivious!reader series. JƤger explains a bit of his work to you.
Warnings: None, this is all just wholesome fluff!
Words: 1.6k
Part 1 - Part 2
This is still not proofread! Criticism is welcome, and I do take requests for this fic :)
Your front door opens, the creaking of the hinges resonating through your house. The sounds of a person taking their shoes off can be heard from upstairs. You peek over the railing of the first floor, only to spot Marius. He has his bag slung over his shoulder, and a tool case and a big black unmarked case on the floor.
He lets his bag fall to the floor, and with everything else he's brought, you realise he's come here to work. He sighs and looks around the kitchen, before picking his things back up and heading to his office, a spare room you had let him set up shop in since he was over so often.
He closes the door behind him, without even saying hello to you. Your curiosity is piqued as you slowly go down the stairs and through the kitchen to get to his office. You sneak your way to his door, not wanting to alert him to your presence, and carefully lean your ear up against it.
You can hear him unpacking his work, the metal of his tools clanging on the wooden desk and the small, ambient music coming from his bluetooth speaker. He sighs as he starts to work, or you assume so as you can hear the soft sounds of him putting his screwdriver down to pick up something else, something that sounds heavier. You've always loved watching him work. It's one of the things in life you find calming.
You wonder if he'll mind. He didn't say "hi" like he usually does, and that worries you. You push those thoughts away and head to the kitchen to make him some coffee, assuming he's tired. The coffee machine starts with a soothing hum, and you take out a mug for him.
The machine fills the cup with coffee, and you add cream and sugar to his liking. You pick up the cup and carefully head back to his office, making sure not to spill anything. You open the door slowly, to find Marius completely engrossed in his work.
He doesn't notice you, keeping his head down and biting the end of his pen. He is focused as he leaves the pen in his mouth and adjusts a few screws on his project. He takes the pen out of his mouth and writes down a few notes, before sighing and stretching. He taps his pen on his desk twice before flipping his project around.
"Marius." You call out softly, approaching him from behind. He tenses up before immediately relaxing and turning to look at you. "Schatzi! I didn't know you were home." He fidgets with his pen, twirling it in his hand absentmindedly. He puts his hands on his thighs, discreetly wiping them before clearing his throat. "The house was so quiet so I wasn't sure..."
You hand him his coffee and he quickly takes it, avoiding touching your hands with his as he does so. "Yeah, I was just reading upstairs." You explained as you leaned forward on his desk. He leans back against his chair, putting some distance between the both of you. "Can I watch you work?" Your question makes him hesitate, and he looks behind him for a second before looking back at you.
"Uhm. Okay, just, don't get too much in my personal space, ja?" He jokes as he drops his pen on the floor. He sighs and slowly bends over to pick it up. As he goes to pick it up, he accidentally pushes it away from him and just looks at it for a solid few seconds. He bends over to pick it up, but you've already beaten him to it.
You swipe it from right under his nose and for a second, your face is so close to his he thinks you might put him out of his misery and kiss him. But you don't. Of course you don't. Instead, you back up after putting his pen back on his desk and smile at him. You turn away to drag a chair next to him so you can watch him work.
The silence is tense, at least to him, and the only thing filling the silence being the soft music playing in the background. He should not be blushing like that around you. He's pushing 40 for fuck's sake. Why is his body reacting to you like he's in high school again? His heart is beating hard when he feels you lean in close to him to see his work better and he hates it.
He decides to act like you're not there, like your presence doesn't bother him. Like every time you smile at him or touch him it doesn't make him a little more scared of dying on the job. It's beyond frustrating for you to always be so god damned close to him, for it to not affect you like it affects him.
He's so focused on ignoring you, he doesn't realize he hasn't been working for five minutes. You don't know why he's just frozen in place like this, his screwdriver just hovering over his personal project, even though he doesn't even need to screw anything in. "Marius." You call out softly, trying to keep yourself from chuckling at just how distracted he is. He nearly jumps out of his skin as his grip tightens on the screwdriver and he seems to notice he hasn't been working.
"Ja?" He doesn't look back at you, and you think he's just trying to focus up, not noticing the fact that his cheeks are bright red. "Explain what you're doing right now. I'm confused." Oh God. You're smiling when you ask that, and you don't realize he can hear it even though he's not looking at you. "Oh, ja, I can do that." He takes a deep breath and finally starts explaining. His words are a bit rushed, not the usual calm, passionate cadence you're used to.
"Essentially, I'm trying to lessen the resistance so it takes a minimal amount of power to work. I'm worried I might have wired the circuit wrong though." He explains as he puts his screwdriver down with the rest of his tools and starts looking at the different wires on the circuit board. "So, see, here the power should be of 110 watts but it doesn't seem to output enough to turn on my test bulb."
The more he explains, the more you can see his shoulders relax and hear his cadence slow. You admire him really, the expertise with which he navigates around his circuit, the confidence he has working with such complicated objects. His passion for his work is palpable, and he gets so into his work he's not realising you've slowly been getting closer and closer to him to get a better angle on what he's been doing.
His hands work expertly with the small wires as he explains everything to you. He talks a little fast, making it tough for you to understand everything he says but you enjoy listening to him regardless. He always waits for you to confirm you've heard what he said before he continues. You miss small cues. Like how his grip seems to tighten on the tool he's using every time he feels your breath on the back of his neck. How every time he notices your closeness, he trips over his words.
You watch him attentively, absorbing whatever information you can understand. He starts to trail off, focusing more on the equations he's trying to solve. He taps his pen on his desk as he thinks, and you try to solve it in your head to see if you can help him.
"Liebe." He calls out suddenly as he looks at you. He's still tapping his pen on the desk absentmindedly as you hum in response. "Hm?" You tilt your head slightly to actually look at him. He looks away for a second, before you hear him sigh and he looks back at you. "You wanna go to the museum later this week? There's a, uhm, cool exhibit they've just added on planets, you might like it."
You don't answer as you try to think of when you're free, but your lack of answer seems to make him follow up on his question quickly. "You know, just uhm, you and me.." His voice trails off awkwardly. It's nothing out of the ordinary for the two of you to do things one on one. He's your best friend after all. You pull your phone out to check your calendar. "Friday?" You ask him curiously.
His face lights up immediately. "Ja, ja, I can pick you up too." He seems almost too eager that you have accepted his offer. You're not sure why, but you're happy he's not so tense anymore. You miss how his pen tapping on the desk has gotten quicker, how he now seems to have a smile plastered on his face, the way he completely relaxes now that you've said yes.
Your phone rings, breaking the moment. "I have to take this." You grimaced at the sight of your boss calling you. "Of course of course." Marius replies, and you finally notice how brightly he's smiling. You leave his office, answering your phone, and he closes his office door after you exit. You've just missed how he celebrated quietly in his office, and how he nearly knocked his project off his desk because of his celebration.
His happiness is contagious, you think. You yourself feel giddy and you're not sure why. You briefly look back at his office door as you talk to your boss, before focusing back on the heated conversation over the phone, still completely unaware of how he'd travel to the ends of the universe if it meant he could just be with you.
Sorry for a slightly shorter chapter! I'm really busy with college so I haven't had as much time which is why I took so long (also had writer's block haha) I hope you guys enjoyed it!
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How the flowers bloom
Pairing: Marius "JƤger" Streicher x GN!reader
Summary: This is part 1 of my smitten!JƤger x oblivious!reader. Reader has a mental breakdown and JƤger helps you feel better.
Warning: Slight warning, reader has a big breakdown questioning their life. Apart from that it's all fluff. This series is a slow burn (somewhat lol).
Words: 2.3k
Part 1 - Part 2
This not proofread! Criticism is welcome and encouraged. I also do take requests for this fic :)
Today feels dull. Work takes longer than usual, your coworkers' voices grate your nerves more than usual. You have less patience for the customers yelling at you, less tolerance when your boss yells at you for the nth time to do something you haven't had the time for yet. After all, she gave you a never ending list of tasks to do, from mundane to tedious. You were getting to it.
Now, your boss asks you to be at the cash register, whilst also berating you for not going through the to-do list she gave you fast enough. The vase is filling up, one drop at a time. Now, youāre standing at the cash register trying to keep it together. It's excruciating, smiling at the customers like the stress of your job isn't starting to weigh on you.
Your vision starts to get blurry as you speak to the customer. It's been five years and you're still just an assistant in the bakery. You wanted to start your own business. Now here you are, acting as some sous-chef for an ungrateful baker, not a step closer to having your own bakery. What am I doing with my life? The thought rings loudly in your head, as a drop of water falls on the receipt you were gonna hand the woman.
You look down at it for a second, as more droplets fall on the receipt. The vase has overflown, and you're crying. The realization hits you as you wipe the tears off your cheeks and smile at the woman awkwardly.
"I'm so sorry." You chuckle in hopes of making the awkwardness of the situation go away. The lady surprisingly doesn't seem to take it badly. Instead, she looks almost.. concerned. "It's okay love. Everyone needs time off every once in a while." Her british accent is thick, yet it really seems like she cares. You nod in agreement and print out another receipt for her before handing it to her and heading to the break room.
You swallow the lump in your throat, mentally preparing to talk to your boss. You've decided, you're going home. You finally spot your boss, and she stares you down. Her gaze is piercing, like she's reading your every move.
"What the fuck are you doing back here? You're supposed to be out front." Her arms are crossed over her chest. An uncomfortable silence settles as you get the courage to speak up. "I'm heading home. I'm taking time off for the rest of the day." Your boss's face hardens, though she notices your teary eyes and she sighs. "Fine, take the rest of the day off. I don't need you today anyway." She doesn't seem genuine as she storms out of the break room, going to take care of the customers waiting for their order.
You pack your stuff up, almost relieved to be going home. Though the stress of losing your job seems to hit you as you put on your shoes to leave. It's a good paying job after all, right? The only downside is it's not exactly what you want to do for the rest of your life, but it's better than nothing you suppose. You sigh as you step out of the break room, the tears won't stop flowing. It's a never ending stream as you sniffle quietly, trying to bring the least amount of attention to yourself.
You glance at the line as you leave the bakery. It's the lunch rush, the line goes out the door. As you go to open the door to leave, you make eye contact with a customer. A smile appears on the man's face. You know him. He excuses himself from the front of the line and walks quickly towards you, before trapping you in a tight hug.
"Marius, wha- why are you here?" Your tone is laced with laughter as his hug lengthens. He doesn't answer for a few seconds, choosing to hold you in his arms a bit longer. He finally pulls back, putting his hands on each side of your arms. He's ecstatic to see you and it shows. "My op ended early, things got done a lot quicker than we expected." His smile falters a little when he sees your puffy eyes and red cheeks.
"Herzblatt, what happened? Are you crying?" The worry in his tone is obvious. He leans forward, as though to get a better look at your face to make sure you aren't injured. He backs off quickly, his cheeks now tinted red. What was he even trying to do? Confusion takes over as you're not quite sure why he reacted like that. He quickly reaches for a tissue in his pocket to hand you. "I'm okay Marius." You try to reassure him, chuckling to ease some of his worry.
He completely disregards your comment about being okay. "Did someone hurt you?" Instead of handing you the tissue, he goes to wipe off the tears off your cheeks himself. However, he stops himself and awkwardly looks away before handing you the tissue. You take the tissue from his hand, wiping your tears away. "Thanks." You take a deep breath. "No one did this, I'm just.. stressed." You feel a bit bad, complaining about your stressful job to a man who defends people's lives for a living.
"You were heading home, right? Why don't I make you dinner?" Marius proposes confidently. He seems almost too excited to be at your house again. He's fiddling with his belt loop on his pants, you notice he looks almost.. nervous. Granted, he's been like that around you for a bit, you just kind of assume it's how he is. "I couldn't ask that of you, I'd feel bad taking up your time like that." You really just feel like you're taking up space. Not that you don't want to spend time with him, you just don't want to feel like you're bothering him.
His confidence falters ever so slightly. He feels a bit rejected, almost like you're making an excuse to let him down easy. "Well, I don't have anything else to do and uhm, I missed you so..." He looks away awkwardly for a second, before looking back at you and smiling confidently once again. His cheeks seem a bit more flushed than usual. "Okay, yeah, if you're really okay with it, it'd be really nice." You feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. It's nice to have a friend who cares.
"I missed you too, by the way. Let's go." You sniffle as you wipe the last of your tears. His heart flutters at your words. Marius puts his hand out for you to take, but you don't notice as you've already started to walk. He quickly follows you, walking side by side with you.
The walk back to your house is... animated to say the least. Marius has a lot of energy, and a lot to talk about. The entire time you have your hands tucked away in your pockets, to Marius' great disappointment. He's talking your ear off about stuff he's recently watched and read, and he never seems to run out of talking material. His laugh is contagious, and you find yourself forgetting about all the stressful things that happened today.
You finally get back to your house and open the door for him. You take off your shoes and lock the door behind you both. He takes off his shoes and heads to the kitchen, going over to your fridge and opening it with you hot on his trail. You sneak behind him, peeking above his shoulder to see what he's looking at. "What do you want me to make for you, Schatzi?" His tone wavers a bit due to your proximity. He starts to pick stuff up from the fridge and puts it back in an effort to distract himself from you.
"Pasta would be nice." You mumbled, your hand coming to rest on his side to stabilize yourself as you look at what you have in your fridge with him. He freezes, the thoughts in his brain becoming a bit scrambled. "I uhm, I suppose I could." His tone was a bit hesitant as he looked back at you, not realizing just how close you were to him. He looked away immediately, taking a few things out of the fridge and walking away from you and towards the counter.
Marius gets to work. He seems to know what to make with what you have. He's expertly navigating your kitchen, he knows exactly where everything is. You get out of his way, resorting to watching him cook. You're leaning on the counter, looking at his every move, not saying a word. Then, he drops a glass and freezes. He's never done that before. Especially not around you.
"ScheiĆe." He mumbles under his breath. He's avoiding your gaze, he seems embarrassed. "It's okay, I got it." You stand up straight and head over to the mess he made to clean it up. His palms are sweaty as he tries to help you clean the mess, though he seems to keep dropping everything. You clean up the raw egg that fell on the floor, but accidentally cut yourself on the glass. "Tsk, shit." Marius immediately grabs your hand to look at the cut. He inspects your cut and helps you up.
"Let's get this cleaned up, Liebling." He leads you to the washroom but you stop him. You never understand the names he gives you, you never bother to ask since they seem innocent enough. "I'm okay, Marius. I just need to rinse it." You smile reassuringly at him, and he seems to relax, his grip on your hand loosening. He doubles down regardless. "No, I don't want any glass in your cut." He pulls you towards him and into the washroom.
He drags you over to the sink, and cleans your wound for you. His hands are sweaty and you can feel it. He's nervous, but it's nothing out of the ordinary so you don't question it. You lean towards him to see what he was doing better. He's cleaning it up, putting your hand under warm water, rinsing your cut to make sure there's no glass. He puts some polysporin on it and covers it with a bandaid, making sure it's nice and snug. He finally looks up to see you. "There, it's all-" He stops talking abruptly as his eyes meet yours.
You're confused as to why he stopped talking. His face is very close to yours, but it's not bothering you, you're usually this close to him. He clears his throat and looks away. "Uhm, yeah, it's cleaned and you're good to go." He smiles awkwardly, and leaves to go back to the kitchen to finish making you food. You can't deny his help is making all your stress vanish.
You walk back into the kitchen, and smile when you notice he cleaned up the glass. "Marius." You call out to him as he turns on the stove to make the sauce. "Ja?" He doesn't turn to look at you. "Thank you for helping me with all of this." You sit at the counter realizing he'd put his sleeves up to his elbows now. "Any time, do you wanna talk about what's bothering you?" You contemplate it for a second before speaking. "I don't like my work." Marius is stunned for a second as he looks at you.
"I thought you loved baking?" He checked the sauce before leaning over the counter to pay more attention to you. "Well, yeah. I just-" You sigh, trying to find your words. "I want to have my own bakery, you know? I'm tired of being some- some sous chef to my boss." You clench your fists. "She treats me like shit, Marius. I've been there for five years and she's not any closer to letting me have a little bit of freedom when it comes to designing the menu."
Marius seems to think for a second. "Why don't you take out a loan? I'll help you find a good spot for your bakery, I can help with the renovation. You'll make that money back quickly." His positive nature is contagious. "You think I could do it?" You don't want to get into debt, it's worrying. "You have the experience and the passion. Besides, I can be your taste tester, ja?" He smiles, trying to lighten the mood. "But for now, focus on getting food and relaxing, Schatzi. I can set something up on the TV for us."
You nod, feeling relieved to have someone there for you. He focuses back on making you a good meal, occasionally spilling some things and bumping into dining chairs and counters as he navigates the kitchen. After a few minutes, he plates the food and presents it to you. Pomodoro pasta, and it looks mouthwatering. "Living room?" He asks as he holds both bowls in his hands, looking at you eagerly.
"Yeah." You hurry to your living room, sitting on the couch, and he puts the pasta bowls on the coffee table. Before you can grab the remote to turn on the TV, he snags it from you. He sits on the couch next to you and sets up a documentary on quantum computers. You lean back on the couch, leaning into him since he's so warm. He freezes but doesn't move. As you both watch and eat, you're hit with a strange sense of calmness.
You focus on the documentary, and though you don't understand everything, you don't mind. He loves explaining it to you anyway. You, however, never notice all the looks he gives you to make absolutely sure you like what you're watching. After all, he'd give you the world if you'd only just accept it.
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Buckshot roulette x francis
Doppelganger vers:(blood warning on the lastšāļø)
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Milkman after seeing his down bad outrageous posts about him
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A PSA to all Kƶnig/Krueger writers:
Hello, Iām Voov, and Iām a native German.
And let me just clarify that I do not mean any of this in a offensive matter, and that none of these things are 'annoying' or 'bothersome' to me as a German, which Iām sure other Germans would agree with me. This isnāt something thatās making it impossible for us to read blurbs/fics/etc., however I do know that some writers want to write in foreign languages as accurately and realistically as possible, so this is for those. And for everyone else whoās just interested, of course
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1 - What I often read is "Exemplary Sentence I canāt think of something right now but itās in English, ja?"
We donāt end our sentences with "[ā¦], ja?". Sometimes, yes, fair, sometimes we do so, but itās on the rarer side in my opinion. Majority of the time we use this at the end of our sentences:
"[ā¦], nicht?" = "[ā¦], no?" (please donāt use "[ā¦], nein?" for this one)
or:
"[ā¦], nh?" = honestly this one can be used for a lot of things, it can be used for "[ā¦], no?", "[ā¦], donāt you think so?" or how the Brits use 'innit', like youāre trying to prove a point.
(Translation for "[ā¦], donāt you think so?" = "[ā¦], denkst du nicht auch so?")
I understand that when you type in a "[ā¦], ja?" youāre translating from the words' English equivalent which is "[ā¦], yeah?", but again, itās more common to use "[ā¦], nicht?" instead.
If you use a good mix of "[ā¦], ja?", "[ā¦], nicht?" and "[ā¦], nh?" (and any other word you might want to add to the end of your sentence) instead of sticking to one throughout an entire fic, youāll make us Germans a bit happier.
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2- If youāre using longer sentences, and the sentences are directed at the Reader, you should clarify beforehand if the Reader is masc or fem. Why? Because a lot of words are gendered in German, so the way theyāre conjugated tell us the Gender of the Person:
English: "My perfect Partner."
-> Gender neutral, the reader could be a Man, Woman, in between, on the outside, an Alien race, whatever
If you type this into google translate you get: "Mein perfekter Partner."
-> Masculine. Itās an instant tell that the reader is a dude.
The female version would be: "Meine perfekte Partnerin."
-> Now we know instantly that this is feminine.
There is no gender neutral, German simply isnāt a language that works that way.
Can you write full sentences without using anything gendered, at all? Yes, absolutely, hereās an example:
English: "Oh God I love you, I donāt know what I would do without you. Youāre my everything, Iāll do anything and everything for you."
German: "Oh Gott ich liebe dich, ich weiĆ nicht was ich ohne dich machen wĆ¼rde. Du bist mein ein und alles, ich wĆ¼rde alles fĆ¼r dich tun."
This is completely gender neutral because while typing I actively made sure to avoid using anything gendered. But I understand that this is a extremely difficult task to do so for those who donāt speak German, so if you can pull it off, you just earned my highest form of respect, but this isnāt something that us Germans expect of you as a Writer, this is just something I wanted to draw your attention to.
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My point is: If you do any of those two, we Germans arenāt crying about it. We wonāt stop reading the fic, we wonāt bitch about it or send you hate-mail.
We just notice it, correct the sentence in our mind, and some of us will type out the correct sentence as a comment.
I sadly donāt have any websites that can help with the gendered words, and google translate sucks anyways, so I truly donāt have any type of direction I could point you writers to, sorry :/
But I have said this before and Iāll say it again, as many times as I have to: I am absolutely willing to help with the German parts, my dmās are always open, no I wonāt think youāre annoying or abusing anything by asking me to check the German sentences you mightāve used in your works, no Iām not saying any of this out of courtesy, no Iām not lying, no we donāt have to know each other, no you donāt have to deal with chit chat you can immediately hit me up with 'Hey how is this sentence?', yes I am being serious. In doubt, read this paragraph again and again.
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Put Medic and Doctor in the same room and what the fuck would happen.
One word answer: fear
Long answer: Medic induces fear, and Doctor is afraid
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Could I request Ramirez and Roach with a male reader who is unintentionally clingy? Like always having a hand on them, never wanting to be far, following them everywhere, etc but he does it without realising
a/n: sure!
Ramirez:
-teased you about it at first but in the end your his boyfriend so he prefers you following him around anyway
-if you manage to follow him on missions such as you being on the same team as him though, he gets a tiny bit worried (not that heād admit it) about you following him because you could get hurt
-adores just turning around and kissing you and going back what he was doing and leaving you all blushing
roach:
-he honestly thinks itās so sweet, and will reach behind him for you to hold his hand multiple times a day
-he gets used to it very quickly since he loves having you around, but when your not following him now he gets a bit worried about where you are since your usually always right next to him
-loves the sounds of your footsteps behind him and simply just knowing your right there behind him always
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āBi-han courting you į„«į”
it's hard to imagine this blizzard of a man ever falling for someone, but he does, and he falls pretty hard when it happens although it's like, an extremely rare occurrence.
it's the classic love-at-first-sight scenario. you're at the restaurant, conversing with madame bo from a distance, when you catch his attention. he likes what he sees, and like the typical man, he discreetly stares until you're out of sight
he doesn't think much about you afterwards, but the seed of attraction has already been planted and soon grows.
somehow, coincidentally, he meets you again at the same place (fate perhaps?) but this time, it's differentāyou're both face-to-face and introductions ensue.
since the lin kuei trio occasionally unwind at the establishment after a mission, and you're a healer who madame bo often consults, it's no surprise your paths cross
bi-han is laser focused on you as the said woman introduces you to the group, observing you like a specimen: your physicality, mannerisms, demeanour, and finds himself magnetized by your graceful aura
but he doesn't speak to you at all while pleasantries are exchanged, making him the odd one out. however, his assessment of you is positive indicating a romantic interest.
despite the brief interaction, you leave a lasting impression on him and have begun to take up permanent residence in his mind.
but it doesn't end there; he sees you quite often due to your affiliation with the old woman, and each time he does, his heart skips a beat; he's emotionally incapacitated, rendered powerless (proximity to him is the only way anything can happen tbh)
he represses this newfound emotion until he's unable to resist, ultimately surrendering to it. and believe it or not, he makes the first move. surprisingly
i know the consensus is that he's pretty much inexperienced in romantic relationships and hence wouldn't approach, but for a man of his calibre, there's no way he hasn't been in a committed relationship, even if short-lived. moreover, he goes after what he wants, romantic matters are no different; the only issue is it'll take him forever to get to it.
he has to first wrestle with himself over his feelings towards you. and once he overcomes this internal struggle, it'll take your sustained absence to propel him to finally pursue you out of fear that you might slip away from his grasp.
while he won't directly approach you, he communicates his interest via subordinates, which leads to unexpected appearancesāa blue-clad ninja at your doorstep bearing gifts
you're very confused, but they explain they've been sent by their grandmaster. it is then you come to the realization that the standoffish, intimidating man you encountered at the restaurant has taken a liking to you! but wait- how does he know where you live? (he's gathered bits of information about you)
in his quest to conquer your heart and claim it as his, he first aims to impress. expect to be bombarded by gifts or flowers every fortnight. he also does this for ego reasons, to flaunt his status before eventually requesting a dateāthrough a mouthpiece, of course.
the occasion is quite awkward, overly formal, with you doing most of the talking because he wants to know all about you like the back of his hand
if you attempt to redirect focus on him to satisfy any curiosity you may have, he basically shuts it down by saying something along the lines of, "i lead a formidable warrior clan, that is sufficient enough." you can't tell if he's just reserved or severely lacking in social skills, but if you peer hard enough, the lines are blurred.
he is actually very mindful of his words and respectful towards you. he is aware of how blunt and abrasive he can come across and doesn't want to scare you away; that would undo all his efforts and bring them to naught, and he isn't going to self-sabotage, not after coming this far
he's gentlemanly, and its obvious from his body language and actions he's infatuated with you. but being a conversationalist and showing affection aren't his strong suits, so this is where you come in. the ball is in your court to steer the budding relationship forward otherwise it'll stagnate
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Nothing next to you || Bi-Han x Gn reader
Bi-Han canine poetry series in Reader pov, kinda filler ig. Ooc/poor writing, emotional vulnerability, toxic relationship, light angst, Scott Pilgrim and Laufey reference. Previous part here
You and Bi-Han stood in front of each other awkwardly, avoiding each other's gaze. The two of you were at Madam Bo's, where he was leaving and you were entering. Although you had no hard feelings towards Bi-Han, you knew he still felt slightly resentful towards you for breaking it off with him.
"...I see you still eat here." You said, mentally slapping yourself. Of course he would, why wouldn't he?
"...Yes, I do." He responded dryly, crossing his arms. "And I see that you still slack off work." You flushed in embarrassment, letting out an annoyed huff.
"I finished my work already. I'm just taking a break." You glared at him, as though challenging him to punish you. You had forgotten how much he irked you. "And even if I didn't it's not like you care."
"If you slack off on work, then it is my responsibility. I'll have to punish you." He rolled his eyes, moving to leave before freezing when he heard the words that came out of your mouth.
"What are you going to do? Run away like you did back then?" You sneered, hiding the hurt boiling beneath your skin. You didn't mean to bring it up, but seeing him just brought up the memories you tried to push down. "Run away like how you run from from everyone who's ever cared for you?"
Bi-Han looked away, unable to meet your eyes. He kept his face neutral, but his eyes shone with the faintest glimmer of pain. "...I'm sorry." He muttered out, much to your surprise. This was so unlike him, for a moment you wondered if the man standing in front of you was really Bi-han.
"I was...afraid. I couldn't face you, and I ran like a coward." Bi-han reluctantly admitted, meeting your eyes as his poker face broke for just a moment to reveal his regret. "You made me feel so many things, and I was so unused to it that I didn't know how to deal with them."
"You made me feel like nothing, Bi-Han." You gritted your teeth, holding back the hot angry tears that threatened to leak out. You wanted to know if he loved you, and to learn that all this time your relationship failed because he did? "You were afraid?" You raised your voice, a small crack making it's way into your voice.
"Well good for you then. All I ever wanted was for you to just see me. Not some performance I put on, not the picture people paint of me, but just...me." Your shoulders slumped with defeat, tired eyes staring at the floor with a mixture of sadness and rage.
Turning away, you left without saying anything else. You weren't hungry anymore, the thought of Madam Bo's food no longer making your stomach growl. The further you got, the faster you moved until you were running to god knows where. How ironic.
You had spent so many days reminding yourself how Bi-Han didn't care about you, and yet your nights were filled with dreams where he still did. The cryomancer was once your closest companion, now just another failed relationship that you failed to keep afloat.
Sometimes, when you looked at him a flicker of grief lit itself. You truly love him, you still did. He was once the only person you trusted to share a bed with, someone you wanted to share your oranges with.
But he didn't seem to love you back. You had to initiate everything, deal with all the whispers that you were only with him for his power and struggle with the responsibilities that came with being his partner.
Yet, the most he seemed to do for you was training you or having your back on a mission. And while you appreciated it, a part of you began to wilt whenever he simply kept quiet while you talked to him.
You couldn't take it. You loved Bi-han, but that love wasn't enough to keep your sanity. Whenever you were with him, you felt as though he never truly knew who you were. All those affectionate gestures you gave, he simply accepted and brushed off. If it had continued, you would have sunk deeper into your despair.
So you broke it off. You couldn't take it anymore, couldn't give more. Whatever you did, Bi-Han never seemed to reciprocate. And there was nothing you could do but leave. You didn't want to dwell on the decision, you knew if you hesitated enough you'd change your mind. You loved Bi-Han too much to really leave him, but you needed to love yourself too.
And now, everything was awkward and wrong. You missed his company next to you in bed, the way he peeled oranges for you in the evenings, just everything about him. Bi-Han may not have shown much care for you, but he had his moments and you kept them close to your heart.
It hurt to have something with him, albeit one-sided but it hurt even more when there was nothing. You knew it wouldn't work out, yet you refused to not try. And now, you wondered if you should have simply minded your own business and let Bi-Han stay an arm's length away.
A/n: I feel like this could have been better. It doesn't feel sad enough and I wanna try working on that. Anyways I love Bi-Han so much, he is me and I am him. We are one. (I am mentally ill and relate an unhealthy amount to the version of him in my head.)
#bi han#bi han x reader#mk1#mortal kombat#bi han sub zero#mk1 x reader#sub zero#bi han x gn reader#mk1 x gn reader#mortal kombat x reader
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