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Kissy Face

You hurt your foot and can no longer walk around and explore, so you decide to take a step further your relationship and teach Mr. Crawling how to kiss. Warnings: kissing, cuddling, slightly suggestive, Mr. Crawling stands up, injured reader

Your foot ached, constantly throbbing after you tripped and hurt it. Maybe it was a sprain? You don’t know - but it hurts like hell. Mr. Silvair made a last minute cast for it, and it was sufficient, but it had to be changed. 

 You can’t walk and explore with an injured foot, so you currently reside in your shared bedroom with Mr. Crawling. His head was on your chest, snuggling into you as you spoke about your day. His head would go up-down-up-down as he listened to your breathing. 

He liked you, and you liked him. You two were lovers. Any second he’s with you, he’s hugging you, touching you - telling you how much he likes you and cares about you. But you two haven’t gone further than that - not that far, but in normal human relationships, there are other ways to show affection besides hugging, or in your case, head pats.

Did he know what a kiss was? Sure, he would press his forehead against yours, nuzzle his head in between your neck, and pet your hair - but he’s never kissed you. 

He likes you. 

So what does it hurt trying to teach him how to kiss? 

“You kiss?” You asked him curiously, and he lifted his head up, tilting it to the side. No, he didn’t know what a kiss was. You had to explain to him what it was, in the best way you could due to the language barrier. 

“You kiss who you like,” you explain, pointing to your lips. 

“Me like you!” He giggles, grinning at you and petting your head. 

“Me like you,” you respond, returning the smile to him. “No kiss no close,” was your best attempt at saying “you don’t kiss somebody you’re not close with”. 

You rub your hand on his head, petting him. “Me pet you, me like you.” You lean up against the headboard, pulling him closer so now he’s sitting on top of you. He shifts closer, smiling, enjoying the feeling of your touch on him. You level yourself so now you both are sitting upright, and you engulf him in your arms, resting your chin on his left shoulder. He holds you back, wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you tighter to him, so you two are touching chests. “Me hug you, because me like you.” You turn your face to his, so you two are face to face. “Me kiss you, because me very much like you.”

“Me very like you,” he uses his right hand to pet your head, his skin cold against your scalp. He understands that you do it with somebody you’re close with! He also knows what the would very is now, which will be very good in the future for him. 

“Me kiss you, because me show you me like you,” he say to him, and he mutters another sentence back to you which you couldn’t translate, but you heard the words “like” and “show” in them. 

“Me,” you touch your lips with your pointer finger, “you,” you place your finger on his lips, and he grins. “Me, you,” you repeat the same motion, then using both pointers from each of your hand, touch them together. “Kiss on mouth.”

“Kiss,” He says the word out loud slowly, before touching both of his pointer fingers together, then touching your bottom lip.

“No, no,” you smile at his confusion, finding it really cute. He was trying! And he was listening to you. 

Instead, you pucker your lips together and make a ‘mwahh’ sound, and you touch your lips with the pad of your pointer finger. 

“Me, my mouth, and you mouth, touch.” 

His straight lips curved up into a smile, and he scoots closer to you on the mattress. He casted a shadow on you, from the light bulb on the ceiling. It made his grey skin darker, the shadows of his hair around the corner of his face.

“Me touch you?” You ask nervously, giving him a soft smile. 

“Me like.”

Okay, now you can do it. You move your face closer to his, feeling his breathe on your lips. Even when he was on top of you, he was huge - scarily so. 

As if he read your mind, his left hand comes up to the top of your head, rubbing and petting it back and forth, before moving down to your cheek, resting there. He giggles.

“Me kiss you,” you say to him, staring at what would be his eyes, but covered by the long black strands of his hair.

“Kiss,” he says, and retracts his hand to poke your lips, but is startled when you softly caress his cheeks. Your other hand is placed on his shoulder, right in the middle of his ice cold skin and the fabric of his black kimono.

“I kiss you, yes?” You whisper, and gently crawl up more on top of him so you can reach his face. Instinctively, he places his palm against your lower back to hold you in place. The sudden contact made your heart throb, and you felt his ice cold skin through the thin fabric of your dress.

You were nervous, yes - it’s the first time you will kiss someone, and the first time you’re truly being intimate with him. 

Your body was nervous too, your hands slightly shook as you traced his jaw with your fingers.  He took notice of this immediately. He grabs your hand off his cheek, feeling how it was slightly clammy, and he rubbed his fingers around on your palm. 

“You warm,” he grins, “me like.” 

He was holding onto you, and holding your hand - this was the best time to kiss him.

You lean up and press your lips against his, and you shut your eyes. He let out some sort of whimper, almost inducible. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean-“ your pull away from him, falling back so you’re now sitting on his shins, and his smile drops.

Both his hands hover in the air, and he frowns. Did you 

“You no like?” 

“No, no, I, me hurt you?” You stare at his face, your voice slightly creaking, fighting the urge to cry. You were about to whisper even more apologies before he softly pressed his lips to yours. It was different than last time, your heart throbbing, and you close your eyes and kiss him back. You place both your hands on his face, kissing him softly. 

After what felt like a few minutes, you pull away, breaking the kiss, earning a slight whine from his mouth. Your head felt foggy, and you were out of breath - his chest was rising and breathing at an insanely rapid pace. 

“It doesn’t have to be on your mouth, though,” you add. You grab his hand, and press your lips to his knuckles. Then you flip his hands over and kiss his wrist, his skin ice cold.

You drop his hand, earning a frown from him, but you engulf his face in your hands , and softly kiss his cheek. 

“Again! Again!” His grin widens, and you kiss his cheek again. 

“Aha! Stop you!!” you laugh as he attacks your cheeks with kisses, peppering them all over your face before pulling back to look at you, and kissing your lips. He kept kisses more and more, getting more sloppier by the second. 

You finally pull away, leaving a line of saliva between the both of your lips. 

“Noodle! We shared noodle!” He points to your lips then his, and uses his fingers to trace the shape of a pasta noodle. 

“It looks like a noodle, aww that’s cute!!” you giggle at his comment, and he dives on top of you to kiss you again, knocking your back to the mattress, head hitting the soft pillow. He’s right on top of you, caging you in, and he’s about to kiss you again when- 

“Is foot healed? Me need to see- oh.”

Mr. Silvairs eyes were covered by the cloth that shielded his eyes, but his mouth widened in.. horror? He looked disturbed at the sight. 

“Sorry! Uh.. uh yeah.. it’s better - good, me foot good, still pain,” you gently push Mr. Crawling off you, and he whines in response, but wraps his arms around you and leans his head on your chest.

 “I come look, go to the room,” he backs up, shooting Mr. Crawling an odd stare (which Mr. Crawling couldn’t see, as he was smiling up at you and his fingers were buried in your locks), before shutting the door. 

“We should really lock the door next time, they probably think we’re up to something else,” you laugh, pulling back the sheets and throwing your legs off the bed. He looks at you, confused, and tilts his head - he doesn’t even know what ‘else’ means, and you feel the rise of heat in your cheeks.

“N-nothing, forget what I said. Let’s go find Mr. Silvar, I need him to check my foot out.”

You're about to stand up, when the sudden throbbing is back in your foot. You can’t walk like this! You can hop and use the wall for support, or Mr. Crawling can help hold you as you walk, or maybe you’ll have to join him in crawling on the floor.

“Foot hurt? Me hold you,” he crawls off the bed, and slowly stands up to his full height, completely casting a shadow onto you and engulfing you in his outline. His grin widened as he stared down at you. 

“You don’t have to stand! It’s okay, I’ll hop- hey!” his long arms scoop you up, carrying you bridal style. “You don’t need to, I’m fine I promise!” His fingers accidentally tickling you.

“Me carry you! Me carry!” He leans his head down and kisses you, his long black hair covering your entire face. 

He opens the door with his free hand, the other one holding you, and he ducks, making sure to not to hit his head on the doorframe. 

Geez, I wonder how many times he’s accidentally hit his head before! You say to yourself, but as you’re about to making it full through the door, his forehead comes in contact with the roof, earning a giggle from him. 

He’s too cute for this world. 

Your back rests against the grey couch, and you sit besides Mr. Chopped. He was too busy rambling about his day, his face making so many different facial expressions. A clicking sound is heard, and you both turn your attention to the door opening, and suddenly Mr. Crawling is right at your legs. 

“Hello you!” He giggles, and places his head on your thighs so he’s staring up at you. 

It's only been two minutes since he put you here. He  went to go fetch Mr. Silvair to check out your foot - he said meet you in the living room and he wasn't there? So naturally, Mr. Crawling has to seek him out.

“You two weird!!!” Mr. Chopped’s face turns angry, “weird weird!!”

Ignoring his comment, Mr. Crawling climbs up onto you, sitting on your lap, and covering you with his entire body. 

The door opens once more, and Mr. Silvair comes out with a syringe in hand. 

“Me see your leg,” Mr. Silvair asked, moving close to you. You reluctantly stick your foot out, but it was covered by the fabric of Mr. Crawlings kimono. “Crawling, move please?” 

“No!” there’s that high pitched giggle.

You go to place your hands on his head, and hopefully push him off gently, but he lifts his head off your chest and smashes his lips onto yours instead.

Uh?? He’s kissing me in front of everyone! 

You hear two people sigh, and Mr. Silvair walks away. 

“Tell me when to come back.”

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Celebrating Christmas with the Mercs!

Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone! I hope everybody has a safe and fun day with friends and family <3

Just a bunch of headcanons of how I think each Merc would celebrate Christmas, and some of the gifts they would get you Warnings: Alcohol, setting stuff on fire, blowing stuff up, general holiday chaos

Scout

Wakes up at 5 am, and runs downstairs only to find literally nobody awake so he sits and waits

Accidentally ends up waking everybody up in the process

But he does make everybody on the team a present!

Wraps them poorly in printer paper, or some of Engie’s thrown away blueprints 

He hands you the present he got you, with is in a cardboard box and wrapped with blue paper and tons of clear tape 

Prefers to make you something but will buy you something as well

Such as a duct tape wallet, a drawing, or some music cds he found at the thrift store he’d think you’d like!

Uses this as an opportunity to give Miss Pauling a gift, only for her to be working :(

Give him baseballs or something Tom jones related and he will be crying from happiness <3

Pyro

Is the one who got the Christmas tree

Probably came to work one day with their fire axe in one hand, and tree in the other 

Decorates the tree with lights and colorful ornaments that they made themself!

Adding onto Scouts arts and crafts, Pyro will definitely make their own as well! 

Might accidentally burn the tree down

Super excited to give everybody their presents!! 

You gifted them a pink sparkly lighter, and after opening it, they ran and hugged you so hard off the ground you couldn’t breathe 

keeps their suit on but throws the cutest ugly sweater over it!

Will match sweaters with you too!!

Makes the BEST hot chocolate hands down

Soldier 

“THIS TREE IS NOT AMERICAN ENOUGH!”

Everything he hangs is all American flag themed. Also wakes up wearing his American flag pajamas in the morning 

You can tell exactly what was wrapped by him, because the paper is the American flag.

Has tried to hang up ears as ornaments, but Spy took them down. 

If you are wearing green instead of red he will yell at you for disrespecting the American spirit (he doesn’t no or care that green is a Christmas color)

Gifts you literally the best clothes, weapons and gear, except it’s all american flag themed so just be okay with that

Demoman

“MERRY CHRISTMAS LADS!”

The best person here to celebrate with hands down. 

Greats everybody with a ‘Merry Christmas’ when he sees them in the halls or somewhere in the base

You decided to get him a nice sweater, and another bottle of scrumpy for his present

Obviously he can tell that its a bottle, since you wrapped it in wrapping paper 

Accidently blows furniture up after partying too hard

Also will put on holiday music, before Scout hijacks the vinyl and it’s forced to be turned off because his music taste is garbage. 

Sniper

He’s already awake way before Sis, and waits until half of the mercs are up before going to the base to celebrate Christmas

He can’t fit an entire tree in his camper, but he has a very very small baby pine tree that he found while hunting. He put it in a little dirt pot and has it next to his window.

Doesn’t really expect presents on Christmas, so he doesn’t go out of his way to get into the holiday spirit that much. 

Get him a present and he will be so stunned, it seems like he doesn’t like the gift (he really does!! He’s just shocked somebody actually put thought and effort into it)

Prefers things that are handmade and one of a kind

All though he isn’t partying, he will sit on the couch by the fire and just listen to everyone talk

Medic

Obviously there are mercs that medic likes better than the others

And I think this means the more he likes you, the even more insane of a gift he’ll get you

He hands you a plain white box, and you open the cardboard lid to see one of his doves.

Before it starts flying around the room and getting stuck in the tree

“I heard jou speak about wanting a pet, so you can have Archimedes' brother!”

Sleeps in really comfy pajamas, that are red and patterned in snowflakes

If you mention that you like them, he’ll definitely get you a matching pair and you can join him and heavy twinning :)

Heavy

Has a traditional way of celebrating

Sends letters and postcards to his family

On base though, he will help make things feel like a holiday, and make everyone feel like family (since he does see his teammates as family!)

Gifts everyone scarfs, gloves, and mittens for everybody to keep warm during winter and the nights

The scarfs he gets are soooo warm and comfy that medic wears his 24/7

If you’re into reading, he will get you either some Russian stories that were translated into English, or ones that he translated himself.

Overall literally the best person to spend any holiday with <3

Engineer

Makes the star for the top of the tree, and the lights for the tree all by scratch

Will also bake with pyro! The kitchen in the base will smell so good of cake, cookies, and banana bread

On Christmas Eve, pyro and him go and place a plate of cookies and milk on a table next to the tree for Santa

Seeing Pyros excitement when the plate was just crumbs made his entire day

Gifts you a custom little gadget he made himself

If you want to join him bake and cook he’ll be super happy

This is probably the one day that he’s not inside his workshop, and he’s spending time with everybody as much as he can

Spy

The most reserved out of all the mercs

Comes down to wish everybody happy holidays, before cloaking and disappearing off to whatever he usually does.

When things calm down, and people like Scout and Pyro aren’t bouncing off the walls, he’ll grab a glass of wine and join the rest of the mercs on the couch

Miss Pauling 

She’s working unfortunately :( 

Comes by later at night, and celebrates and drinks with everybody. 

Although she has no interest in Scout, she picked up a couple of Tom Jones CDs to make him happy. 

When I mean comes by, she’s there for like 10 minutes, drinks an entire bottle of wine, and then goes back to work. 

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Medkit (The Wraith x Reader)

After seriously injuring yourself, Philip helps you get fixed up. Warnings: Gore, a lot of blood, crying, comfort, kissing, cuddling, swearing. Also written with a gender neutral reader in mind <3

Your legs carry you into the killer shack, running so fast while holding the massive gash on your arm. Blood followed behind you, leaving drips of crimson on the grass and covering your blue sweater in red. As soon as you’re inside, you collapse underneath the window, giving you moonlight to open your medkit and try to stop the bleeding. 

You dab the gauze on the cut, instantly absorbing blood but the stinging was so painful, you had to bite down on the collar of your shirt. Digging through the medkit, you pull out another gauze, some antiseptic wipes, and a roll of elastic bandage. You pull the opening to the wipes, taking one out, and holding it above your arm, delaying the inevitable pain. 

Finally, you give in, placing the alcohol wipes directly on the wound. The moment your skin came in contact with it - you cried so loud, you were sure Philip could hear you from all the way across the realm. You tried to catch your breath, to calm down, but the pain was so excruciating you couldn’t. The bleeding didn’t stop, and at this rate you're hyperventilating. Hot tears dripped down your cheeks, and you grab the roll of bandages.

As you open the small cardboard box, you hear the sound chime of a bell - the familiar ding ding ding, and through teary eyes you watch as The Wraith uncloaks in front of you. 

“Philip! H-how long have you been here for?” you say through sobs, and he stares at the wall, before motioning to the door, and holding up one finger. He just got here.

He stood awkwardly at the entrance of the shack, before his eyes widened in horror at your arm and the blood covering you. Before you know it, his weapon hits the floor and he's right by your side.

Philip holds your cheek, before placing his chin on top of your head to try and calm you down. His hands find your back, and he rubs them up and down. He tries his best to tell you everything’s okay, that he loves you, that he’ll help, but he can’t. He tries to shhhhh you, but the only thing that comes out are soft growls. He moves his head to press his forehead against yours, and he tilts his head down at your cut arm. You continue to try and wrap your arm, your hand shaky, making the bandage uneven. Philip  watches, and before he can take the bandage and do it for you, your cry even more.

“Ah- shit!” you whisper, your finger accidentally scratches the cut, causing it to sting and throb even more. Philip fixates on your arm, and he tilts his head to the side. He softly snarls, making you turn your head towards him. “I’m okay, Philip. It’s not b-bad at all,” your voice betrayed you, stuttering as you’re on the verge of tears. He could read you perfectly, he knew you were in pain, and no matter how hard you held the bandage to your skin it didn’t stop bleeding. 

He tilts his head, thinking as he stares at you. “I cut it on a generator, I’m serious Philip, you don’t need to help, it’s okay. Please.”

His eyes shifted from the medkit beside you to your pained face, before he scooches closer towards you. Using his left hand, he tenderly places his rough fingers under your forearm, trying to be as gentle as possible as he holds you in place. He knows how easy it can be to hurt you, to scratch you with his sandpaper-like skin. He takes the roll of bandage in his other hand, and wraps it around your arm. After your entire arm is covered, he rips a piece off and tucks it under the side, making sure it stays in place.

“Thank you.” You whisper. His eyes meet yours once again, still holding onto you. You can see him try to smile at you, the dark gruff skin on his cheeks move very slightly, and he closes his eyes and tilts his head down. Even when sitting down, he completely towers over you. His form casted a large shadow, big enough that he can see it himself. The starlight leaked through the cracks of the wooden walls, making it bright enough to see everything. The breeze began to pick up more, and branches hit the side of the shack. You were getting colder by the second, and it made your arm throb more.

Before you can pull the fabric of your sleeve down, Philip reads your mind - and does it for you. His icy fingers touched your skin a few times, making you shiver. His hand lingers on the cuffs, before letting go of the fabric and pulling back to look at you. You wonder if it's possible for him to warm up, if his hands are always cold - or maybe he’s just cold blooded. He was a human before, no- he is human. He shows more humanity than any other killers here, and you memorized the pattern of his heart beating. 

His hands find both your shoulders, making you flinch as you’re pulled out of your thoughts. He softly squeezes you, an inaudible apology, and he slides his hands down your arms to your hands, tangling his fingers with yours. Your warmth made his heart throb, and he squeezes your hands tighter.

He gently pulls you up from the floor, making you whisper his name in confusion. Still holding your hand, you let him lead you out of the killer shack, and he pulls you through the stacks of crushed cars, and the trees in the scrapyard. He made a small glance to you, noticing how your body slightly shivered each time a gust of wind came, and he pulls you closer to him. 

“Where are we going?” you ask, and he points towards the gas station, and you notice the hatch in the distance.

“You want me to leave now? The entity won’t force me until for a couple more- hey!” he scoops you up his arms, carrying you bridal style. Your head was now against his chest, his shirt fabric soft against your cheek, keeping it warm. He walks closer to the humming sound, and steps over a couple of rocks and tree stumps. He pulls you tighter, and instinctively your arms wrap around his torso. He slightly jerks at the sudden contact, not expecting it.

As you two reach the hatch, you look up at Philip, his eyes meeting yours once more. They looked shinier and sadder than usual, and he lowers you closer to the grass while still holding you. 

“Wait, wait,” he goes to lower you into the hatch, but your hands shoot to his biceps and he stops. “Can I see you as soon as we’re back? At the campfire? I’ll sneak off right away.” He tilts his head before nodding, bringing the hand holding your legs up to your face, caressing your cheek, and your legs are hung over his.

“I’ll meet you by the lake, the usual spot,” he circled his hand on your back in acknowledgement, and your hand to his face.

“Goodbye then,” you pull him towards you and your lips press against his. He closes his eyes and kisses you back, his chapped lips deepening the kiss. 

Your heart throbs as he breaks the connection, and he steadily lowers you into dark mist. The black consumed you, making your mind fuzzy and numbing the throbbing on your arm.

After a few seconds, you open your eyes to the campfire, and your other survivor friends sitting besides you on the wood log. 

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Headspace Gang

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rules for requesting ♡

i need to reformat this entire post and make it look pretty but this just has general info

things i will write: • fluff!! • nsfw/smut • character x reader • female reader • gender neutral reader • fluff • Angst • comfort • selfharm comfort

what i will NOT write:

• rape/noncon • extreme kinks • abuse (will write comfort) • pedophilia • aged up characters if i don't feel comfortable writing something, i'll probably delete it, i'm sorry :(

also idk why the color is messed up?? I’ll fix it later XD

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Probst Wyatt III SFW Alphabet - Wyatt x Reader)

SFW Alphabet headcanons with the best character ever Wyatt! I tried to keep this as GN as possible, although I wrote it with a F!reader in mind. Might be ooc? Oh well, Wyatt is a hopeless romantic <3

Warnings: Major Wolfenstein spoilers, nazis, drug abuse, suicide, family issues, death, self harm, gore, child abuse, cuddling, kissing, mentions of having kids

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Wyatt is always affectionate to his friends and members of the resistance. Always handing out genuine compliments, shouting “Nice job!” or “You got this!”. Especially with people he’s close too, giving shoulder pats. He also loves giving visual gestures - thumbs up or clapping.

He’s someone who loves fist bumps and high-fives. Seriously. Planned out something awesome? Jump up and down and hold your hand up to him. He’s instantly high fiving you back. 

When Wyatt starts to feel for you, small things like touching or complimenting you make him extremely nervous. It doesn’t mean he wont stop doing it though. He will begin slightly touching you more. Instead of shouting your name, he might just gently tap your shoulders, in a soft way not to startle you. Small things like sitting alone together become more intimate, listening to music, or reading books together. Wyatt will read aloud to you for hours. If he’s reading his usual nature books, he will turn the pages to show you the images, and drawings of the birds and fishes.

When you two enter a relationship, at first he will be attached to your hip. He understands that you don’t have to be holding hands or leaning against each other every second, but he gets really excited when you first start dating. 

He will always lend you his green military jacket anytime. Deny it all you want, he will make you wear it. If you tell him you're okay and fall asleep in the cold weather, you’ll wake up to it covering you like a blanket. Never minds lending you his sweater. 

Regularly reminds you how much you mean to him. Whether it's a simple “I love you” or a long hug, he will communicate it to you. Sometimes he’s so exhausted and tired, and he just seeks you out just to hold him. He believes you should know that you are loved, so he will tell you every chance he can.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

If you wanted to be his friend, you would have to be yourself. Be kind to others, be compassionate, and don’t be afraid to use your voice. Somebody who isn’t afraid to fight for what they believe in is the kind of person he loathes to hang around. 

You would definitely become friends during the time of The New Order, being another person who joined the resistance after being rescued by BJ and Anya. But if you go out of your way to be kind, and not be afraid to be yourself, he will notice you. If you stayed up late at night and read stories to Max, volunteered to assist anytime, he would admire you and join you. If you ever told him something like a simple “goodnight”, he’d fall head over heels for you. He has a hard past with his family. Give him hope that people can truly be good. 

As a best friend? You two are the Dynamic duo. Always goofballs, and always brightening everyone else's day. Probably a little too chatty sometimes though, Grace constantly has to tell you two to turn it down a notch when everybody is exhausted. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Please touch him, hold his hand, give him hugs. Poor boy is so touch starved. It's been years since someone has shown him physical affection. 

I think he enjoys cuddling, but it would definitely be awkward at first. You would have to initiate it the first time, being the one to curl up to him in bed. 

I think cuddling would go something like this: 1. The two of you have your backs on the wall against his bed, and you slowly wrap your arms around him and nuzzle yourself into his chest, while he is still sitting upright. This would turn into him hugging you back, pulling the both of you down on the bed and him cuddling you as you two rest.  2. He cradles you facing towards him. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

When things get better, he would love starting a family and growing old with you. He would absolutely dream of being a Dad, playing with his kids, letting them ride on his shoulders and back. It’s something he isn’t afraid to admit to you. When America is officially liberated, and he can live without fear of you or him being harmed, he would sit down and have that conversation with you. Whether you adopt, have kids, or decide not to have any at all, as long as he can be by your side, he is happy. The only thing he is scared about is turning into his father. Please reassure him about that. 

He is also incredibly organized. He knows exactly where every single object in his room is, always has his bed made and his pillows puffed, and always pushes in his chair. He constantly helps Set organize his lab, and clean it up. His desk can get messy sometimes, but he makes sure to keep it clean.

He’s.. an alright cook. Growing up, he mostly just helped his mother set the table and organize the dinnerware. He remembers a few recipes from cooking with his mother. During his time in the war though, he had to live on canned food and anything he could consume. So he definitely is NOT picky on what he eats. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t like or enjoy cooking! He’ll always offer help to the people in the kitchen on the U-boat, weather just help cleaning up or grabbing ingredients. He will always ask to join you and help you cook if you ever do though!

Extremely random, but he keeps the coffee machine and mugs clean. He would make coffee for Caroline and anybody else who wanted some each morning, so she wouldn’t have to go out of her way to get it. He left her mug in the exact spot it was left from when she passed.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would try to not let it get to that point. He would be honest, communicate with you, work things out. He would try to be the bigger person until the end. Unless you’ve done something serious to hurt him or somebody else, he would still try to remain friends even if it may not work out. You two will always be a team no matter what.

He would probably speak to William about it first, and then bring you to a secluded area. Obviously his heart hurts. It would be so painful for him to get over you, since you two work together every single day. Unless he’s sober, his drug abuse might appear more frequently just to get his mind off of everything. 

I don't see him as somebody who would break up with his partner very easily, you would seriously have to be a terrible person to get this man to leave you. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

If you two had stayed together during the events of the first two games, he would want to marry you. He's a very committed person, he’s never given up effort or slaked in anything. If he loves you, he will never ever let you down. However, I don't think he’d be in a rush to get married at all. He might have some family issues he needs to work through first, since he doesn’t want to end up like his father. If the two of you continue to get each others backs and support each other, he’d be so happy to change your last name to his. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

On the outside, he’s a mixture of tough and soft. He’s a natural leader, so of course he will have his loud and direct moments. But he cares about people, and he believes in doing the right thing, so his concerns for his people? That outweighs everything. He will drop anything to go and help save people, and make sure his people are safe. Sometimes, he does force himself to be “tough” and direct, but he’s naturally a soft person. 

The moment he falls in love with you, his handshakes or hugs would transform from “bros” to you being made of glass. He would always softly hold your hand if you needed to hold onto him; gently carry and cradle you if you get injured and need to see Set as fast as possible. If you were to ever, ever get hurt and he patched you up, his fingers on your skin would be so delicate as if he was afraid of injuring you more. 

Now onto the ugly: he does drugs. He is suicidal. It takes a lot of trust for him to open up to people about his personal issues, and when he tells you about them, all you need to do is listen. Just be there for him, and he’ll be at peace. Comfort him, tell him it's okay and you’ll help him through this. He might be known as the ‘good kid’, but this terrifies him how vulnerable he is at this moment. 

If you experience the same thoughts and feelings as he does, or self harm, he would listen to you anytime. He cares so so much for you and it breaks his heart to hear what you’re going through. He is the world's greatest listener, change my mind. 

Really random, but he would never slam your door or close it loudly. He's closing it as slow as possible to not disturb you. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loves hugs!. If you two are platonic he will do the greeting hug that he did to William when he saw him for the first time in a couple of years, and would also properly hug you, sometimes letting his arms linger for too long. 

When you two enter a relationship, they become a lot more emotional. He'd hug you every time you leave, everytime you go back to your room. He'd wrap his arms around your torso, and either rest his head on your shoulder or rest his chin on your head. If you two are sitting down, he would hug you from the side, which would then turn into him cuddling you and cradling you in his lap.If you were to hug him, bury your head on his chest so he can hold you as close as possible to him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Either when he confesses to you, or when you’re going on a dangerous mission. 

 It would either be a “I’m in love with you, Y/N, I love you so much,” or a “I’ll see you later, I love you”. If you told him those words first, he would repeat them back and kiss you softly. But he 100% tells you those words every time either of you go on a mission and leave the base. 

As you follow Grace and William into the gray helicopter, you pause and turn around when you hear Wyatt call your name. He looks concerned, nervous - his eyebrows were lifted and his hands held onto the bottom of his jacket. 

“Is everything okay? what's wrong?” you ask. Your stomach was twisting with nervousness, as nobody usually walked here unless they had something urgent to say in person. 

He closes the gap between you, lifting your chin up and pressing his soft lips to yours. It was short, and he placed his hands on your shoulders.

“You got this. I'll be on the headset if you need anything from me,” he locks his eyes with yours, earning a nod from you.  “Be safe, I love you.”

Tells you he loves you every single night. If you’re sleeping together, he will whisper it to you then kiss you. If you're in your room about to fall asleep, he will go to your room and tell you. if he’s out with the resistance somewhere, he will tell Anya to put you on the headset so he can tell you about his day (oh, and how much he loves you). 

Also wouldn’t be afraid to say it in public after you two have been together for some time. Obviously everybody will find out eventually, but he is nervous with his words and letting everyone see this side of him will be hard. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not a jealous type, as he completely trusts you. If there are any issues regarding you and him, or speaking to other people, he will talk to you about it. There aren’t that many people in the resistance living alongside you two, so it’s pretty well known you two are together. However, if someone were to flirt or get a little too touchy with you, he’ll go over to you, hold your cheeks and kiss you. 

Depending on your family circumstances, if you have a healthy relationship with a parent or guardian, he will envy you SO much. It’s not really jealousy, and he’ll never admit it to you because it's such a scary and heartbreaking topic for him. You would have to bring it up to him if you would like to talk about it. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

In the beginning of your relationship, he will always ask you for permission. Unless you initiate it first, he will be a ball of nerves and anxiously ask if he can kiss you. Whether it’d be looking at your lips then your eyes, quietly asking, “may I?”, or just asking directly.  Communication is very important to him.

When he kisses you, his lips are always soft and his kisses are tender. His lips are smooth, most of the time not chapped but can be sometimes.

Will kiss your forehead, top of your head, and your cheeks. Will hold your hands in his and just kiss them all over. 

Kiss him anywhere you'd like. He will still become a flustered mess. However, if you softly kiss his scars, it would probably make him cry from happiness.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Loves being around kids, but can’t help the lingering nervousness around them. I can see him asking to be the first to hold a baby, or reading stories aloud to Anya and BJ’s kids. It takes him some time to gather the courage and ask her though, and when he does, the kids love him! 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

If you two fall asleep in the same bed, the two of you will be touching in some  way. Whether a leg against the other, holding your hand, or just cuddling, you will always feel the warmth of him.  He is always awake before you. If you have to get up at a certain time, he will softly caress your hair and rub your back until you wake up. However, if you have nothing to do, he will lay in bed with you until you wake up. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He prefers to fall asleep with you, but sometimes he will head to bed by himself. He will always tell you goodnight when he’s heading off to bed. If you two aren’t sleeping together, he sleeps on his side and holds onto something. 

When you are sleeping together, he will hold you. He prefers to hold and spoon you, but if  you want to wrap your arms around him and lay your head on his chest, he will love that as well. Sometimes sleeps with a shirt on, but most of the time he doesn’t wear a shirt. Meaning when he holds you, he is a heater. Even if you sleep in a shirt or a long sleeve, you will feel his body heat through your shirt. 

If there is anything on your mind or his, now is a time you can speak about it. Unless it's super serious (which he would prefer to speak about when you two aren’t exhausted), he will listen to you for hours.

He will wait to make sure you fall asleep. He will sit and exhaust himself, no matter how tired he is, just to make sure you fall asleep peacefully. He also has a hand on you at all times - in your hair, softly tracing circles on your back, or holding your hand.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

If you two are good friends and start to become closer, he would tell you personal things. I don’t see him being the kind of person to keep everything in, but once he trusts you, he will spill out his feelings all the time. If you trust him with your personal things too, he’d be more inclined to reciprocate. Vulnerability scares him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Wyatt can be uppity sometimes, but he tries his best to keep his cool. If he sees somebody he cares about get injured, he will get aggravated. Not in a scary or aggressive way, but more so out of pure worry. 

Confrontation can upset him easily, too. You can overhear him in his room arguing with BJ, and it takes him some time to cool off. When he’s feeling angry or upset, he usually doesn’t know how to deal with it in a healthy way, so he’ll find himself in his quarters alone or at the shooting range. You can try to approach him, but he will tell you politely that he needs time to himself. 

However, if you are ever injured, he wouldn’t know what to do. 

“A-are you crazy? You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” He crouches over you, holding onto both of your shoulders, his eyes wide with horror, betraying the anger his voice originally had. His hands shook slightly, and the more he spoke, his voice cracked, almost with fear. Fear he could’ve lost you, because you wanted to protect him. 

You laid on the concrete road, elbows scraped and covered in red. A panzerhund had run after Wyatt when he wasn't looking, and you instinctively moved in front of him and sprayed it with bullets. You killed it, but it still shoved you forward and slamming you against the hard ground. The sound of your yelps made Wyatts heart drop - his stomach sank. The sight of you sprawled out besides the robot made him almost throw up on the spot. Then he dashed towards you, furious. Furious that you did something so stupid, so utterly ridiculous. He could fight it off himself. He's strong enough - so why did you even think about doing that??

He wanted to scream at you for trying to protect him, and getting yourself hurt. But he couldn’t. His throat was full of needles, his fingers held onto your coat for dear life, and he just wanted to cry. 

“I’m okay Wyatt. Seriously, it’s just a scratch,” you compose yourself, trying to mask your stuttering from pain. He knows you’re in pain. You can’t hide it from him, and he presses a desperate kiss to your lips.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Remembers every small detail about anything you tell him. To your hobbies, your favorite CD, or the crevices in your hand, he knows it in the top of his head.

If he's under the influence of something, he won’t remember as well. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time you fixed his collar.

It's something so common and small. The first time your fingers touched his neck, lifted the white piece of fabric and folded them downward, it felt so familiar, and safe. You stepped back and gave him that soft smile that he loves so much,  and he thought his cheeks would get third degree burns.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

In a relationship way; he knows you would never cheat or betray his trust. So if he sees somebody interested in you, he knows you will tell them you happily have a boyfriend. If you were to get harassed or in an argument with someone else (regarding literally anything) he will not hesitate to step in immediately. Even if it's a close friend - if he hears something off putting he will check in to make sure everything's okay. 

Wyatt is a little too much of a meat shield on the field. He cares about you so much, and doesn't want to see you hurt. Ever. He gets very anxious that you might end up seriously injured or dead if you go on a mission, although he never ever stops you from doing them. He encourages you to go all out and do your best, and kill those nazis. His face lights up when he sees you enter through the door when you’re back.

He’s a strong man, physically and mentally. He’s been through a lot on the battlefield, so he will tell you not to stress about him. You both have an earpiece, so you can always communicate during missions. Simply just watch his back, give him call outs, and he’ll be safe - which you do anyway. 

Something he cannot protect himself from is himself. If he's spiraling and attempting to use drugs, protect him from himself. Hold him, hug him. If he pulls away from you, grab him by the shoulders and tell him to listen directly. His head is filled with thoughts at this moment, and the only thing that can calm him down is your physical touch. Hug and hold him softly, and throw both of your arms around his shoulders. When he buries his head in your neck, you can slowly try to talk to him. It will take him time to calm down, but it will always make it better after.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Goes all out! Wyatt will make and give you trinkets, small things he thinks you’ll like, and absolutely melts when you return the favor. When he can’t see you or hang out, he will leave things outside your door. Most common being J’s music CDs. 

Since the both of you live on the largest boat in the world in the middle of the ocean, buying gifts isn’t an option. However, that isn’t important to Wyatt. He prefers to make you one of a kind things, and pass down to you things of his he thinks you will appreciate having.

He also loved making things with you. He has been borrowing a member of the resistance's camera, and taking photos of you two. Reading a book on the couch in Sets lab, when you look really pretty, or the two of you on the empire state building before hell breaks loose. He loves taking pictures and scrapbooking with you.

The two of you have a running joke about taking random things home from missions, like a souvenir. Most recently, from breaking into the Nazi headquarters.

“Why is this on your desk?” Anya questioned, picking up the object.

“Oh yeah, Y/N told me it looked like me, so I took it.”

“Wyatt, it’s a doorknob.”

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not too concerned, but his literal description says “always clean-shaven”. I don't think he cares more about what he wears but how he presents himself. He definitely prefers to dress nicely. 

I don’t see him as too insecure about the scar on the side of his face. It kind of just became a part of him. However, if you did press tons of kisses onto his cheeks, he would melt.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He's definitely missing a personal part of him. His father hated him, his mother died by suicide - he only considered William and the resistance his “family”. If you two started a relationship together. He would never be able to forget you. ever. I also believe this would be the first relationship he’s been in. He might’ve had one or two that only lasted a few days back in middle school, but you’re his first for everything. 

That being said, if you’re gone for short periods of time he would be okay. He understands. Being a part of the American resistance is a risk, and you aren't going to be together 100% of the time. If you’re gone for a while or spontaneously with a goodbye, he might spiral and get very stressed. He isn’t somebody that wants to depend on someone for everything, but he can’t help but love you so much.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Yellow is his favorite color. Not a vibrant yellow like the sun, or the bright gold petals of a sunflower - a soft, very candle light yellow is his favorite. Although he’s constantly covered in the color green, he loves the color. It’s calming and pretty.

This shade of yellow can also be found in sunsets. Since everybody's always in the boat,  he hasn't been above deck since the death of Caroline, and being up there without a mission purpose would make his heart break. 

The first time you both headed up onto deck, and watched the sunset – listening to the water crashing against the ship, the orange and cream colors mixing together as the sun dipped under the water. That moment will always be engraved in his mind. Although you’ve done it only a handful of times, he will continue to take you up there and watch the stars come out. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Swearing. I know it's something small but please don't excessively curse around him. In certain circumstances it's okay, like him almost getting mauled by a panzerhund. But if you’re going to throw in the f word unrationalized? Yeah he might tell you nicely to watch your words. 

Even during intimate times, he doesn’t like cursing and it makes him feel bad. His mother probably made him wash his mouth out with soap if he swore. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleeps on his side and cuddles a pillow. Can fall asleep anywhere though. In the old resistance base, he’s slept at his desk before, and slept god knows where when he was imprisoned. He could sleep anywhere, but would prefer sleeping on a bed.

I don't see him as much of a roller. If you’re sleeping with him, he’d either spoon you from behind and not let you move the entire night, or you hold onto him and he’s frozen. But he is always holding onto something when he sleeps.

First time he’s ever slept in the same bed or on the floor with you, he’s holding you someway. whether your hand, a simple hand on your side or full on cuddling you, he needs to know that you’re there. Bonus points if you initiate it first, it would make him so happy. 

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Hand Holding With Scout - Scout x Reader

Here are some headcannons and a short oneshot I wrote about Scouts hands, and how it would feel holding them! Might be slightly OOC - I hope you enjoy! ♡

♡ Scout absolutely loves holding hands with you! It’s a way he shows that he loves you. Although this man uses his words a lot, he can tell you a thousand times more just by intertwining his fingers with yours.

♡ Whether his bandages are off or on, he will love to hold your hand!

♡ Scouts fingers are soft and smooth, though slightly dry around the pads of his fingers. His fingernails are not too long – he has a habit of picking his nails. They are short enough that when his hand envelopes yours, you never feel the sharpness of his nails. 

♡ His hand temperature changes depending on what he is doing. If he’s outside battling, they will be more warm. If he’s inside sketching, they might be slightly clammy. 

♡ In the winter his hands can be incredibly warm. He’s always moving and physically active, so his body heat is always higher. This includes his palms. They are warm, but if he rubs them together and holds your hands, you will never need gloves again.

♡ He loves simple hand holding, just intertwining his fingers with yours is enough for him. Watching a movie, going for a walk around the base, or just cuddling - he will want to be holding hands with you! 

♡ If he’s taking you somewhere, or going to show you something, he will pull you by the hand softly, or with both of his hands around your arm. He loves having physical touch. Especially when your hand gently grazes his after he hands you a baseball car. It just gives him butterflies.

♡ He is extremely fond of PDA. He gets so excited at the thought of holding your hand in public, showing to the other mercs that he has a partner, and just bounces up and down about it. But when you actually hold hands for the first time?  He is SO nervous you can hear his dog tags shaking. It takes him some time for his hands to not twitch or tighten, him to stutter, or get incredibly clammy hands. After he’s fully comfortable, he will proudly hold your hand and be affectionate in public with you.

♡ Scout will never be the one to let go. Scout will appreciate every single second you hold his hand for. If you pull your hand off his, his stomach will slightly drop with disappointment. He could hold your hands for hours.

♡ Probably jokes saying “Aww why’d you let go, toots?” and laugh nervously to hide his disappointment.

♡ He will come to you every morning to make you wrap his right hand in his bandages. He's totally capable at doing it himself, he just wants to feel your skin against his. The soft and delicate touch of you twisting the tan fabric around his fingers, trying to make it as tight a possible. Even if you use your non-dominant hand to hold his wrist so you can wrap the bandages, since he cannot seem to sit still no matter what. 

♡ Scout also loves kissing your knuckles! If you have to head somewhere and break your hands apart, he’ll say goodbye and quickly kiss your knuckles. It is usually sloppy. He may prefer to kiss your cheek or lips, but he will always kiss your hand and palms.

♡ Finally, Scout loves using his hands to cup your cheeks. He loves pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, moving his hands and caressing your cheeks. His palms are genuinely so warm and cozy,  it will melt the cold off your face.

♡ If you place your hands on top of his, he'll pull them down and hold both of them in his lap. <3

The sky was an array of colors from the roof. The yellow and orange covered the sky, like a tree during autumn. The wind had calmed, although it was still slightly cooler the higher the latitude.

The cold was masked by the touch of Scout's thigh pressed against the side of yours. The both of you peering into the falling asleep sky.

With your legs hanging off the building, Scout's hand was resting atop your knee, holding onto the bone as if you were to slip off the top. He removed his grasp from your leg, and gently held your right hand. It startled you, and instinctively you intertwined your fingers with his. Your eyes connect with his beautiful sky colored eyes, and he returns a smile at you. Before you open your mouth to make a comment, a gust of wind crashes into the both of you, and you dash forwards to grab his hat.  His hands panically reach your shoulders to hold you from falling. 

“Woah! Hey calm down sweetheart, it ain't going anywhere,” he laughs nervously. Startled and worried that you could’ve slipped off the roof in an instant.

“I know I know, but I don’t want you to lose your favorite hat.” Scout smiles as you place the dark grey hat back onto his head, adjusting it to the way he likes it.

“My ma wouldn’t be too proud of me if ya got hurt over my hat,” he responds with a playfully giggle. You try to respond, but he presses one finger up to your lips. You lift your eyebrows jokingly as he shushes you, and he moves his finger to the strand of hair that came undone. He gently pushes the lock behind your ears. The gesture makes your cheeks heat up. Turning your head towards the mountains, Scout scoots you backward so your legs are no longer hanging off the concrete roofing, and instead you’re sitting cross-legged facing each other.

His palms find your face again, and engulf your cheeks as he gently moves his left thumb around your skin in circles.

The sun has lowered itself deeper into slumber. The only remaining light was dark orange and no more gold. You peer into it once more, as you engulf the back of his hands in the heat of your palms. You stay like this for a moment, gazing into eachothers eyes and basking in the warmth from each other's touch. His cheeks dusted with a slight pink, and he pulls your hands down to your lap and intertwined his fingers with yours.

The both of you turn towards the mountains, where the sun is completely absent. When you turn your head to meet his gaze again, he smiles at you softly, before gently pressing his lips to yours.

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Soft Green Sweater - Probst Wyatt III x Reader

After a rough mission with the resistance, you head to an quiet part of the U-Boat to relax. Wyatt starts to panic when he can't find you in your room. Warnings: Nightmares, violence, nazis, MAJOR Wolfenstein spoilers (TNO / TNC) , death, cuddling, scars, comfort, fluff, reader is very sleepy :p

You crashed on the couch, closing your eyes. It had been a few hours since the latest mission. it wasn't stressful, and unfortunately you couldn't slaughter any nazis. However, carrying supplies back to the ship was enough to exhaust anybody, especially in the cold weather.

Your aching back was pressed against the armrest of the soft gray couch, and you rested on your cheek on the backrest, practically sitting in the fetal position. You didn't feel like going to your room just yet - the bar was always loud, and this couch was always occupied by resistance members. Right now was the only time you could chill down here, as nobody is ever up this late. The silence was comforting and calm. There was nothing to worry about - nothing to hurt you. Just you in an empty room, lounging on the best piece of furniture onboard.

Shutting your eyes, your mind focuses on the ambient sound of the air conditioning. Every few moments the vents would tap, and slowly it started to pull you to sleep. Until the door near the bar opened and your nap was interrupted.

You sigh at the sound of the metal creaking.

"There you are, I was looking all over for you!" the boy in the green sweater exclaimed. He smiled softly and made his way to you.

"Hi Wyatt," turning your head towards him, "Why are you up so late? Isn't everybody asleep?" you asked, raising your eyebrows.

He sat a few inches away from you, making the couch dip a bit in his direction. He scratches his ear before facing you.

"I walked past your room and you weren't there, so I just wanted," he stutters a bit, pausing to look at the wall, "to make sure you know.. you didn’t get kidnapped or anything."

You giggled at this comment, and he stared at the bags underneath your eyes. He looked tired too, as his blinking was inconsistent and he yawned frequently.

"I just wanted a break from resting in my room. You don't need to worry at all," you smile softly. It was sweet how much he cared about everybody - he truly was a teamplayer.

"I know. This isn't where we usually sit though, so I got nervous when I couldn’t find you in your room," Wyatt's hands find his lap and he starts to bounce his left leg.

You look towards him to respond, but the moment your eyes meet his, he looks away from you.

Feeling guilty about not telling him about where you were, you muttered, "I'm sorry if I upset you.” Pausing, you smile and say, "Isn't it nice down here when you know, Grace and William aren't being obnoxious dorks?"

“When are they never?” The two of you laugh together, and he scootches closer to you. His right thigh was now pressed against yours gently, and you could feel the warmth radiating off it.

Your breath hitches. Yes you two were close friends, a little “too close”. But touching you while you two were alone? It makes your stomach fuzzy. It's different than draping his arm over your shoulder, as you tell stories and laugh with Grace and Set. He's hugged you, cuddled, and comforted you in private before. but it felt different this time. It made your mind foggy and your heart beat faster.

"The silence is a bit nice, when it is just us though," he slightly adjusts his leg, making the feeling in your stomach greater.

"That's why I started sitting down here past eleven, no one's ever down here." You giggle nervously, trying to ease the awkwardness between you two.

"Let's start hanging out here then."

“Yeah, like nobody's ever in this room during the day.”

-

As the two of you continue to chat about where to sit tomorrow, he yawns and rubs his eyes.

"Why are you up so late anyway? I thought you go to sleep at what, 9?" you question him. You slowly scoot yourself closer as you ask him, and you're leaning against him now. The sudden contact has him visually startled, as he swallows slowly and struggles to get words out of his mouth.

"I'm not tired."

"Oh yeah totally," you raise an eyebrow. "You are the number one rule follower here, and last time I checked you would leave game night early because you had to sleep."

He thinks of an excuse, blurting out, "I didn't want to listen to a drunk William for another hour."

You giggle, "Sureeee.." facing him again, something bothered him. He stares down at the tile floor, looking at the blurred reflection of himself and you.

"You know Y/N I just.." he pauses. You listen to him shifting your leg so you're touching him more.

He stares at you for a second, a slight pink dusting his cheeks. His breath hitches, and he looks at you.

"Ever since Caroline died, we never shut her bedroom door."

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused. Could he be worried about you getting killed overnight? And him having no knowledge about it until the next morning? It was an incredibly odd statement.

He sighs, pressing his palms to his forehead. “I have been having these god awful nightmares every single night. About you dying, about William and Grace never coming back home, Anya getting killed, I..” he exhales loudly and sighs.

Your heart drops, and you start to frown. You subconsciously lean into him even more, and his breath hitches as he realizes you're completely pressed against the side of him. He feels hot to touch.

"I’m so sorry Wyatt. You can always talk to me about anything. I promise. " His fingers were brushing through his hair nervously, and he started bouncing his leg even more.

"Y/N.” “Yes?” He looks incredibly conflicted on what words to say.

“Last week, you were with Anya breaking into the headquarters, I thought that would be the last time I would see you," he whispers the last part. He notices a strand of hair on your face, and oh how desperately he wants to tuck it behind your ear.

You open your mouth to respond, but he wraps his arms around you, enveloping you completely and burying his face in your shoulder. No words fall out of your mouth.

You hold him back,feeling the softness of his sweater. After a few seconds, you remove your right hand from his back, and brush your hand through his brown locks. You could've sworn you saw tears in his eyes.

"First Klaus then Caroline and now.. Y/N I don’t know what I’d do," he pulls his head up and looks into your eyes. Your hands find his scarred cheek, softly holding onto both sides of his face.

“Shh, it's okay. It’s all gonna be alright, Wyatt. I promise.”

The room was comfortably quiet. The air conditioner still made the tapping noise every once in a while, but your breathing made it inaudible. Exhaling slowly, and gently massaging the scar on his face, you whisper, "I'm not going anywhere, Probst” He could feel the warmth of your breath on his scarred face and his eyes light up as you call him by his first name; that was the first time he was called that directly in a long time.

Raising his hand to your cheek, he pushes that strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger on your jawline.

"We’ll get through this mess together," he tried to lighten up the mood, but the creaking in his voice made him sound on the verge of tears.

You look into sky blue eyes, and his gaze softened in return, eyebrows relaxed. You wanted to pour your feelings out right then at that moment, but it's not the best time.

Instead you hug him once more, enveloping him in your arms as you nuzzle yourself in the side of him. You rest your head on the side of his chest, feeling the soft green fabric against your cheek and he runs his fingers through your hair. You hear the sound of his heart thumping, and his chest slowly moves up and down as he breathes. His breathing was like white noise, making you slowly shut your eyes.

You were safe. Safe in his arms, safe from all the terror in the world. There was nothing that could harm you. No Deathshead or Engel, nothing that could hurt you right now.

He softly presses a kiss to the top of your head, before shutting his eyes.

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Dead by Daylight

Medkit - The Wraith x Reader

Homicipher

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Team Fortress 2

Hand Holding With Scout

Wolfenstein Soft Green Sweater - Probst Wyatt III x Reader Probst Wyatt III SFW Alphabet

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hello! welcome to my writing blog!

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i love reading and writing! i mostly write poetry for the classes i take but i really enjoy writing fanfiction, been reading for AGES so i'm going to post my works here! not the best writer, and i am always open to criticism and tips! i'm also incredibly shy, and on the spectrum so i apologize if i talk like an npc sometimes XD

fandoms i write for: homicipher dead by daylight team fortress 2 overwatch

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requests: open!

have a lovely day!! <3