#Drawing engines are so hard and always takes too long.

[b1anketplask]

GORDY!!!

My hands were treated at the hospital and now they are completely fine. Which means I could finally finished this painting!!

My hands don't hurt anymore lol I'll draw James when I can. Please wait in patient!!

oh, yeah. you see this.

[thegnomelord]

I REALLY LOVE THE STRAIGHTFOWARD WEREWOLVES SOAP. OMG. Its just really funny in my head, imagine the way soap would act so shameless around the reader, uncaring about the stare he got because thats just how they are! The werewolves race with their no-shit and unfiltered attitude, and oh if they take interest in you, prepare your heart especially if you has a weak one; because surely they'll cling their every waking moment with you, sniffing every spots of you that they can reach. Absurd yet endearing flirtiratios compliments would hurled at you, catching you off guard cause they just come out of nowhere. Baring their fangs at potential rivals, worst case scenario if its their own race, because they can and will get violent, best calmed the werewolves down before anything awful happened. Just a thing between werewolves to prove which one is the stronger and more qualified, whose more worthy of your love, in their point of view.

If you have the time can you make a short fic, it would be the highlight of my life for weeks!!

Okay yes but also because I love needy clingy pathetic Soap too much lol

CW: NSFW, gn reader, grinding, somnophillia, quick and rough.

You've noticed that Soap has started to act. . . strange.

He's started trying to feed you all types of stuff, mostly meat, seeking you out at all times of the day. You'll see him go out to the woods and come back with some large animal, and an hour later he'll be coming to you with a plate of food and a 'Kiss the cook' apron on (every time you have to bite back from drawing attention to the fact the arrows point down to his dick). "Hey, need that wonderful mouth of yer's to try this out." He says, watching with rapt attention as you try his food, taking every critique with a wagging tail.

And if you like his food, oh, there's a giant grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, ye like that?" He comes closer, the plate in your hands forcing distance between you two. "Reckon this cook should get a reward." He's already stepping around to press his chest flush with your back before he can finish his sentence, and you don't have the heart to stop him because the food is mouth watering and he's just scenting you, even if the occasional flick of his tongue against your nape makes you shiver. (You, again, try not to draw attention to a hard bulge grinding into your ass)

That's the other thing. He's gotten really clingy.

He's always been clingy with all the team members, nuzzling his cheek against Gaz, whining like a kicked puppy when pushes him away with a hand on his face, tail wagging as he scents Price. Usually he's satisfied after he's done scenting the lads in your team, happy to continue with his business.

But with you. . .

You can't even sit on the couch for five seconds before his burly body is snuggling up to you, taking his seat in your lap like he owns it, like he's a lap dog. Doesn't even excuse himself before his hands are groping your biceps as he nuzzles your neck. "Aye, yer so hoht," He purrs, full body rubbing against you. "Could use ye fer a blanket on cold nights." You don't know how to feel about that, his words causing your mind to stutter long enough for him to replace the scents lingering on you with his own.

And when someone enters to find you like this, he doesn't even throw them a glance, gripping onto you like a koala and all you can do is mouth a 'help me'. Doesn't work though, as the second he senses someone is getting near he's growling like a monster truck's engine, glaring at the poor sod with his face still stuck in your neck.

Or, if you're busy with something, he'll saddle up to you, ears perked up. "Oi, bonnie, hold som'ting fer me." He'll whine, tugging on your arm until you sigh.

"Fine, just give it here." You growl, holding out your arm, still concentrated on what you're doing.

Next thing you know you're cupping his jaw, his head resting on your hand. "Anyone ever tell ye, yer got perfect hands te grope with?" Johnny grins at you, that one snaggletooth fang pinching his lip, using your confusion to rub the scent glands in his cheeks against your palm, making sure you smell like him.

You shake out of your stupor and pull your hand back, resisting giving in when he gives you such a heartbroken whine. "No, Johnny." You growl and shoo him away, but he still manages to brush his tail against your leg.

You make the mistake to fall asleep on the communal couch after a grueling day of training recruits. When Johnny finds you, his nose immediately trying to get a whiff of your scent, he growls when he can barely get traces of it beneath the smell of dirt and sweat and way too many people when the only scent you should have on you is his. His inner wolf growls along with him, his ears pricking up straight, staring at your sleeping form.

He's more than happy to rectify your mistake.

He lays on top of you, purring happily to himself when you don't even shift. "Good mate," He hums to himself, wrapping around you like a blanket, face buried in your neck once again. His hands slide beneath your shirt, making him pant into your skin from the sensation of your muscles beneath his hands. He moves his body slowly, seeking to have as much skin contact as he can, mouth watering and angel bells ringing in his skull at how he can taste his scent replacing everyone else's on your skin.

He doesn't notice when he starts to nibble on your neck, but it's the sensible next move, what better way to keep competition away than let everyone know you're taken? Johnny's marks bloom across your throat as he sucks hickeys into your skin, his wolf and himself standing on common ground to make sure you're covered in his marks.

He pulls back his head to look at his work and groans, cock immediately hardening in his pants from you covered in his marks. His hips gain a life of their own, thighs gripping your own as he grinds down, already half drunk on your scent.

You wake up to find his hot breath fanning over your face, the sensation of something hard grinding against your leg dissipating any residual drowsiness. "Johnny, what the fuck?" You ask, voice rough from sleep, only now registering his weight on top of you.

"'m sorry bonnie," Johnny whines, burying his face into your neck to muffle his whining. "Just- hah- needed ye."

You grumble, but you can't hide the way heat burns through your veins at the sight of him, his face flushed, claws gripping you like you'll disappear, desperately humping against your leg.

"I can see that." You say, tensing your thigh to give aid him in his grinding, your eyes growing wide at the loud moan that escapes him, like he's a whore on camera.

"Oh, shite, thank ye, thank ye, thank ye-" He whines, his humping growing faster, butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the way you hadn't pushed him away, that you're accepting his advances, muttering 'mate' under his breath as he chases after his orgasm.

He cums before either one of you knows it, a dark stain forming in his pants as he bites down and groans into your neck. You grunt, but Soap's quick to release your skin and lap at the aching spots with his tongue, soothing the pain.

"'m sorry bonnie." He mumbles, cock still hard in his pants, his wolfish eyes settling on you. Shame nibbles on his stomach for cumming so fast when he can't smell a lot of arousal on you, his wolf growling at him to show you how good he can be.

You jump when his hand slides down to grip your crotch roughly, his pupils dilating at the way a small moan slips past your lips. "Lemme make it up fer ye yeah?"

[gallilovesf1]

P1 Into You: Goodnight

🏁 Character Introductory 🏁

MASTERLIST

Pairings (applied to the whole fic): Sergio Pérez x FemHorner!Reader, Toto Wolff x FemHorner!Reader, Lewis Hamilton x FemHorner!Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of sexual topic, Dom/Sun dynamic, Soft Dom! Sergio, Dom! Toto, angst, cheating, fluff, mentions of death

Author's Note: I haven't seen someone write for Sergio so I'll just do it myself, this will be a long fic so bare with me! Enjoy!🏁🏎️

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You graduated as a mechanical engineer at Harvard University, honestly it's one of your greatest achievements in life. Before your mother passed you promised to her that you’ll be a mechanical engineer just like her and you did, years of studying hard, all those sleepless nights, it eventually pays off.

Of course as expected, your dad's not happy on what you've done, you did what he also wanted, worked as one of the engineers in Red bull, you expect him to compliment you for a little but he didn't, except he pressured you enough to cry every night, blaming yourself that why aren't you good enough for your dad to be proud at you, but the good thing is your brother, Jonathan. One of the drivers in red bull is supporting you, you and him always have the best bonds as siblings. He teaches you some stuff on formula one, telling you the basics, like the teams and its drivers, team principal. Besides that he also supports you as an artist, growing up you always love drawings, you always tell your parents how much you love doing tiny doodles and showing it to them, but as always the only person who cares about you is your mom and your brother.

“Y/N?” Your brother says as you snapped back into reality, “Earth to Y/N?” “What-?” “I said, Dad needs us in the paddock, are you coming?” “Yeah, give me a minute-” you said as you grabbed your phone as you and your brother went to the paddock.

You and your brother arrived in the paddock as your saw checo, your best friend and also one of the drivers of red bull alongside your brother.

You met checo at your brothers first win in sakhir grand prix 2020, Checo’s on podium 1 while your brother is in podium 3, you're so happy for your brother that day, checo and your brother celebrated their victory as a team, later that night the red bull team threw a party and you had a blast, you made some new friends, talk so some new faces, until checo approached you, “Y/n, Right?” He smiled shyly as he looked at you up and down, “Yes, that's right, You're Sergio, right? Congrats by the way, you did so well earlier!” You complimented him as he smiled at you, ‘god he's handsome’ you thought, “Ah- Thank you, that's- really thank you.” Checo's cheeks turned light pink, “Call me checo, everyone calls me that and I think you should too.” He smiled, “Checo” you said as you liked the way his name sounds, “Yeah-” he chuckled.

Since then you and checo got really close, he always treats you, going on a dinner date with him, watching a movie with him, having some fun time together, and lastly going in some art museums around the world whenever the team travels for the race.

He knows that you're a big fan of art, he knows that you always liked drawings as a kid up till now, he thinks that you deserve to be treated like what he's doing, making you feel worth it and not neglected.

“Y/N, Luz solar-” says checo as you heard his little nickname for you, “Checoooo!” You run towards him as you give him a tight hug as if you haven't seen each other in years, “How are you?” You said as you smiled up at him, “I'm doing good, Miel, how about you did you enjoy the city here in Mexico?” He smiled at you, “Yeah! I liked it here already, though I haven't explored the city yet since you know, dad always needed me here” you rolled your eyes as checo chuckled, “Luz solar, I'll tell you what, after the practice we can go and take a look at the city, we can eat and maybe find some museum to go in.” He smiled as I pats your shoulders, “Can I come?” Your brother says as he looks at checo then to you, “ye-” “No.” You said “¿Porque mi amor?” (Why, my love) Checo says as he looks at you confused, You chuckled, “Dummy of course you can go! You two are my supporters, I wouldn't be like this if you guys weren't here for me!” You smiled to both of them as checo and your brother chuckled, “Ah, sí, after the race ok? We'll talk about it later-" Checo winks at you as he leaves, leaving you and your brother.

“I swear he likes you-” your brother teased as he scoffed, “He's literally way much older than me, what do you mean?” You looked at him confused, “C’mon, you and checo have been friends for 4 years now and you think checo doesn't like you? He always treats you like you're his wife!” Your brother said as he chuckled, “He's always like that, I think he's just kind and sweet, he knows everything between me and dad, so maybe he's just making me feel appreciated in a way he can.” You said as you had flashbacks of your moments with checo.

It's true, Checo's been treating you as if you're his wife. Honestly, you find checo attractive and god he's so perfect, his eyes, his face, the way he looks at you whenever he talks and listens when you're talking. You liked him, but you just don't know how you will say it to him, you don't want your friendship with him to go to waste if your relationship with him didn't work out.

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The Free practice was done and you cheered your brother and checo as they got the pole position 1 and 2, Checo is in P1 while your brother is in P2, his highest position so far in this season.

“You did great!” You said as you hugged your brother, “Thank you sis! I'm excited for tomorrow-” your brother replied as he pulls away from the hug, You saw checo walking towards you while smiling, “Checoooo- you did great P1 is your highest so far! I'm proud of you-” you cheered as you hugged checo, “Thank you, Mi amor, Are we still going out though?” “Hell yes!” You said as you looked checo in the eyes, admiring his brown eyes, “Way to go checo!” Your brother said as they hugged each other, “You did well too.” Checo smiled as they both pulled away from each other, “C’mon let's get out of here I'm excited to explore the city!” You said as the three of you went to change clothes.

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The three of you arrived in a restaurant, not far away from the paddock, you entered first as you bumped into a tall man, you felt like you bumped into some hard wall, “I'm so-” you said as you looked up seeing The team principal of Mercedes, Toto Wolff.

“I'm sorry-” you said shyly as you looked up at him, ‘Fuck, he's tall.’ you thought, he leans down at you slightly, “It's ok, don't apologize.” He said, smirking down at you.

“Is that Toto?” Your brother says, asking Checo, “Yeah and that's Y/N talking to toto?” They both looked at each other confused. “Y/N-” checo called your name as you looked behind you seeing your brother and checo walking towards you, “I'm really sorry I didn't see you passing by-” you apologize again as you lowered your head in embarrassment, Toto said nothing as he looked down on you as he nodded and left.

“You ok?” Checo said as he looked at you slightly confused, “Yeah, I just didn't see him that's all-” you said smiling at him, “Toto? You didn't see him?” Your brother chuckled as he teased you, “I Don't know, I don't even know who he is, ok?” You said chuckling. “That's the team principal of Mercedes, one of our rival teams, dad hates that guy.” Your brother replied, “That's him?!” You said shocked, “Yeah, your father and Toto are not the best of friends.” Checo said as he looked at your brother and you, ‘Why would dad hate him, he looks kind though-’ you thought, “Hmm, I see, let's just forget it- we need to celebrate for what happened on the practice earlier!” You said as you smiled at Checo and your brother.

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The three of you sat down as Checo asked the waiter for the menu, the three of you took a while from choosing what to eat, “Since it's your hometown, why don't you tell us what's the best food to order?” You said looking at Checo while smiling, “Yeah!” Your brother agreed as checo grins “Ok- how about we choose this?” He said pointing at ‘Torta’ in the menu, “Torta? What's that?” You asked, “Well it's like a sandwich filled with a lot of vegetables and meat-” he said looking at you then your brother, “Well that's sounds delicious to me-” your brother said smiling as checo looks at you, “What about you Y/N?” “Hmm I want to try it!” You said as Checo smiled at your words.

Few minutes later all of your orders have arrived, checo ordered a torta with a diet coke on the side, your brother ordered the same, while you ordered a torta and a sparkling water, the three of you ate and exchange conversation, you liked the food that Sergio suggest to eat, “So, why did you bumped into Toto earlier?” Your brother asked, making checo nod, “Yeah, it's impossible for you not to see him, that guy is tall!” You chuckled, “Well yeah I didn't kinda see him because I was admiring the outside view of the restaurant, plus I'm really excited so I didn't bother to look In Front of me, the next thing I realized is that I felt like I bumped into a wall-” The three of you chuckled, “That's a weird and funny interaction of you and toto- is that the first time you saw him in person?” Checo asked, “Well…Yeah- given that dad only describes him with words and I only saw him in interviews and pictures, so I wasn't expecting he'll be that intimidating…” ‘and damn hot…’ you thought.

The three of you exchanged conversation as you remember that there's a museum close by the restaurant, “Checo, can we go to the museum across the street, please?” You begged as you gave Checo an irresistible eye, checo chuckled, “I don't know should we go, Johnathan?” Checo asked your brother as they teased you, “Hmm let me think about it checo-” Your brother teases you too, you looked at them unimpressed, “alright, ok, jeez-” your brother says as checo chuckled, checo paid the bill as the three of you head out, checo and your brother searched the museum that you might like, “Y/n, what about this?” says checo showing you a picture of ‘Museo de la Ciudad de Mexico’, “Wow- that looks so beautiful…” you said as checo looks at you saying “Yeah, Beautiful…”

You, Checo, and your brother arrived in the museum, you proceeded inside as Checo and your brother bought some tickets. Inside you saw a lot of beautiful carved stones with a lot of symbols in it, you took a picture to post it later on your Instagram, “Enjoying already, Y/N?” Checo asked seeing you taking a picture, “Yeah- these are beautiful-” You chuckled, as you saw your brother having his alone time at the other part of the museum, you and checo strolled along the museum, checo took some pictures of you, “We should take a picture!” You smiled as Checo seemed to be surprised, “Yeah, ok” you took out your phone as you took a photo of you and Checo, Checo's arms are on your shoulders as he looks at you, while you're looking at the camera smiling. You smiled at Checo, “Should we post that? I mean ya know?” As a mechanic of redbull and Checo a red bull driver, you don't want controversy or issues in the paddock, so whenever you and checo are going out or taking pictures you always ask him permission or he will ask you permission to post the pictures, “Of course- it'll be good for your Instagram eh?” He chuckled, “ok ok- I'll just tag you and Jonathan-”

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After thousands of pictures with Checo and your brother you decide to go home to get ready for qualifying tomorrow, “I'll see you guys tomorrow ok? And I know that both of you will do well tomorrow.” You hugged your brother and checo, “Thanks sis! Love ya!” Your brother said as he opened his hotel room door, waving to Checo and you.

Your brother lives in 4th floor of the hotel, while you and checo lives in 5th floor, he said he wanted to be close to you just Incase you need anything, you find it very thoughtful of him, I mean…he's always like that to you, sometimes you think why you and checo aren't together.

You and Checo entered the elevator, he pushed the number 5 button as you posted the pictures on your Instagram, tagging checo and your brother. Silence filled the elevator, Checo's the one who breaks the silence first, “So, how did it go? Did you enjoy it?” He looks at you with full admiration, your eyes lit up “Yes! I enjoyed it a lot- I wasn't expecting Mexico to be a beautiful place, so thank you Checo.” You smiled at Checo as the elevator door opened. You walks out first then checo, standing In Front of your door as checo took a picture of you, you chuckled, “What's that for?” “Nothing, you just look beautiful.” He smiled, “Hmm..” you opened your door as you turned to face checo, “Thank you for today checo, You're the best.” You said tip toeing and kissing checo on the cheeks, “Goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow.” You saw Checo's face turned red, you went inside your room quickly, closing the door behind you, ‘Fuck, why did I do that-’ you thought as you sat on the floor.

Checo's still standing outside your door, still shocked by what you just did, “Goodnight too…” he mumbled, smiling as he left going to the other door beside your room, opening it as he caressed his face where your lips once were.

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Omg I hope you like it! This part of the fic is All about checo and Y/N, and of course the meet of Y/N and toto!!

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[rolex-kaard]

a few nutcracker headcanons. because im really normal about them

they are Weird. Who let the mechanical things have flesh.

the flesh part of a nutcracker does extend throughout its entire body for control

it has starfish-like properties in that it can regrow pieces of itself if needed, given some time

it will, however, only be able to do this a finite amount of times before running itself too thin- the flesh used is stored in reserve in its torso, and can run out, though it would take a long time

they do not eat, so have no way of growing more

they do have a power source, though, somewhat like a battery, that they must charge occasionally (likely drawing from apparatus power in facilities, and whatever power source a mansion has)

similarly, the supply of ammo on their person can run out

i like to think that somewhere in each building is a designated room that all the nutcrackers there use as a "hangout" spot; repairs, recharges, and ammo refills mostly happen here

the shell of a nutcracker is, obviously, very, very hard to break. besides attacking the eye, the most damage that can reasonably be achieved is detaching limbs/parts at the joints, the weakest points

which is where the regrowth comes in; once it can recover the limb, it will need that new segment of flesh for it to be fully useful again

sometimes they will need a new pin or bearing for a joint, either from injury or plain age. they keep a supply of spares in a drawer-like compartment in their hats, which is popped open with an inset button on the side

rarely, a nutcracker will keep another small item or trinket in that compartment as well- a badge, a key, a ring, etc. these may either be some kind of keepsake from their existence before the houses were abandoned, or a result of their own random fancy

their "heart" is a very odd thing. a clockwork engine that also has meat in it is the best way i can put it. it makes noises if you're close enough to hear

their music boxes are attached close to the heart, somewhere beneath the eye. they did not always sound so distorted

they can sleep in some form, though they can also go without. most often sleeping just means them being motionless and unresponsive, still standing up

[shmothman]

Alloy

Al•loy (noun): a mixture between two or more metallic elements, especially to give greater strength or resistance to corrosion.  (Just like titanium, two people can be stronger together, too.)

Vash the Stampede x Reader 829 words Rated G Tags: pre-relationship, mutual pining, fluff, pride and prejudice hand flex

“Vash,” you say, chewing on your lip; you’re not sure if you should even ask this, but your curiosity’s just too great.

He looks up at you, seated beside you before the fire. “Hm?”

“Your arm,” you say. “It’s lost tech, isn’t it?” That much is obvious, but it’s a necessary first question; a prelude to what you really want to ask.

He looks down at his left arm, flexes his hand. His voice is soft when he says, “yes.”

“Could I… look at it?” you ask, and then quickly append: “it’s okay if you don’t want me to!”

It’s long past sunsdown now, and your sleeping bag is wrapped around your shoulders as the fire you had built earlier finally dies down. Most of your companions are already tucked in their own sleeping bags by now, and there’s no one to overhear your quiet conversation, the soft intimacy of Vash sitting so near you, his thigh almost touching yours.

“Oh,” he says, sounding somewhat bashful. “Um, if you wanna?” He holds out his hand to you, his face lit in the soft orange glow of the fire, his bright blue eyes not meeting yours.

You wish your heart wasn’t hammering quite so hard. “You sure?”

He nods, gives a small hum of affirmation, and gingerly, you take his hand in your own. 

With his gloves and coat, sometimes you forget that his arm is prosthetic; he moves it so naturally, so carefully, that you didn’t even know until you were close to him. You know that it’s been a part of him for a long time now, though you’ve never asked the specifics, and he’s never offered. But now, he’s allowing you a closer look, and as you run your fingertips over the joints of it, you hear him draw in a breath.

You’re too embarrassed to meet his eyes. “It’s incredible,” you say. Machinery fine enough for the motor control he has is a feat of engineering that you doubt anyone alive today could replicate; the way it actually connects to his nerves by way of the port in his upper arm.

He only gives a nervous laugh. 

“Do you… feel it? Or can you just move it?”

“A little bit,” he says softly, his voice very gentle. You risk a look at his face, and his gaze is steadily locked on the way you trace his fingers with your own, run your thumb over the joint where the palm of it connects with the wrist. “Not pain, though. I can feel pressure; enough to move it and hold things, but not much more.”

You ignore the shiver that works its way up your spine at the way his voice sounds, at the way the metal—that strange, lost alloy—feels so cool in your hand. “Can you feel this?”

He nods. “Only a little. Like a really soft touch.”

You wonder if he would be able to feel it if you brushed your lips across his knuckles, or pressed them to the tips of his fingers. 

You’re not brave enough to try.

The fire’s burning down to embers now, and it’s getting colder; the metal of his hand growing cold, too. When you shiver and draw your sleeping bag tighter around your shoulders, Vash smiles gently. “You should get some sleep,” he says. 

He’s right, it’s late—but you’d give anything to stay by the fire with him, to keep up this excuse to touch him in any small way. But the desert night is cold, and you can’t ask him to keep you warm, no matter how much you wish you could, so you only smile softly and nod.

“You too,” you say, though you know he always stays up later than you—you’ve seen him disappear, night after night, and sometimes you catch him watching the stars.

You wonder what he thinks about, those long nights.

You wonder if you’ll ever be able to know.

Letting go of his hand, you stand. “Goodnight, Vash,” you say, and you hope that he can hear what’s in your voice—the love there, the care, the adoration. One more smile thrown his way, and then you’re heading off to lay your sleeping bag down, to slip inside and curl up and try not to think too hard about his hand in your own.

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As he watches you join your companions in sleep, Vash lets out a soft sigh and flexes his hand. What he wouldn’t give to be able to touch you like that all the time, to take your hand in his right, to actually feel your warmth. Even with his prosthetic, your gentle tracing of his fingers sent shivers up his spine; he can only imagine what it would be like with the other. And imagine he does, as he watches the embers die down, only the coals glowing a soft red, now. 

But you deserve more than the danger that follows him… if only he could gather the courage to leave.

[5eraphim]

tf2 mercs: least to most fun to go shoplifting with-

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10. Heavy

he’s not too observant and can’t help but draw attention, though it’s unlikely anyone would try to stop him even if he was caught trying to make a get away.

while he might not stop you, he wouldn’t encourage this kind of behavior. in his eyes it’s just a silly way to get into trouble, and has a hard time understanding the appeal of this.

he’s a hunter, not a gatherer an is at a natural disadvantage here. heavy is a simple man, he lives within his means, and is content to abstain from this practice.

9. Engineer

like heavy, engie doesn’t really get the appeal, but would be able to get away with stealing way easier than heavy. 

he was probably brought up taught this sort of thing was very, very wrong and disrespectful to the employees or something- or like, maybe he was caught when he was really young trying to steal idk, a toy or a snack or something in school and got in trouble and he’s never been able to shake the guilt. (he’s not a cop or anything, but would have the “I’m not mad, just disappointed” reaction if you were to proposition going lifting with him. and if he were to see a stranger trying to get away with stealing, he’s not gonna snitch.)

he’s always wearing those overalls and his work belt, so theoretically, he could empty all those out and go in with a ton of free pocket-space. he’s also on the shorter side and could easily keep his hands below the employee’s eye level.

might have a bit of fun tinkering with ways to disable security mechanisms. might randomly decide to disable a bunch of security devices and walk out without taking anything with him. just to sow a little chaos for funsies.

ok with stealing things like food if he were in an extreme situation, so long as you were stealing from some corporate chain store, and not a smaller independent location.

8. Soldier

HE IS NOT SNEAKY, HE DOES NOT WANT TO BE SNEAKY, PLEASE DO NOT MAKE HIM BE SNEAKY

the best strategy you could hope to use with him would be to just straight up ask him to go beat the fuck out of the cashier while you grab what you want and make a run for it. 

7. Pyro

it’d be fun to convince them to do this with you by pretending it’s all some game, and whoever can walk away with the most without getting caught is the winner.

when you put it to them like that, they can do quite well for themself, but prefers to stick closer to you, rather than stray too far on their own. it’s impossible to get much of a bounty with pyro, but they want to win the “game” so earnestly it’s hard not to have a good time despite the lack of reward.

always rips off soft security tags, but also likes to wear them on their clothes like stickers, completely defeating the point and getting caught as a result.

6. Spy

realistically, he’d be the best lifting partner you could ever hope for, but he’s too aware of this and would be really fucking annoying about it. you would walk away with some great loot for sure, but that doesn’t exactly mean it would be fun.

exclusively goes for ridiculously expensive items he hardly even wants or would realistically use. he doesn’t even really have anything to prove, he just does this for the bragging rights.

spy knows he has the huge advantage of being the kind of person sales associates wouldn’t assume would try to steal, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

to people he doesn’t know- he’ll lie and say he paid for all his luxuries bc he can afford it, but people who are tighter with him know he’s stolen a decent amount of his finer treasures. 

5. Sniper

he lives in a campervan and doesn’t have too much space for cargo/personal belongings, but he’d really be in his element here, even if he doesn’t completely get the point of “the fun of stealing for the sake of stealing”

while he’s sneaky, he’s also real lanky, and would draw attention on account of being so tall, making him a solid diversion. 

he’s pretty fun to go out with, but he also only wants to go out once in a blue moon, so you’d better savor the time with him while it lasts. (he was simply not built to compute with capitalism, though he can handle small doses for the sake of a good time)

4. Scout

he’s done this all before. scout’s the little guy and has always felt the need to prove himself, especially to his older brothers/teammates/friends growing up. scout was probably hazed/dared into stealing a lot during childhood and adolescence, and has gotten remarkably good with practice. (unfortunately much like spy, he too knows he’s really good at this and won’t shut up about it.)

as the one who’s been at this forever, he likely has his own hook, a neodymium magnet, and is really good at the tinfoil trick. (you know he’s got them fast lil’ fingies) 

he’s surprisingly good at keeping his tracks covered and getting away with stealing. excels with a blitzkrieg, “get in quick, get out quicker” strategy. he’s not in it to steal expensive things, just likes to stir up a little trouble every now and then.

though, with all that said, just because he’d be great at shoplifting, he’d also be great at getting himself caught. he’s the biggest braggard, and would be way too likely to get cocky and brag about his heist before it’s over, and get himself caught and banned.

he’d be the most apt to, and grateful to accept gifts from you if he knew they were stolen. likes the idea you’d risk getting in trouble for him, and would want to try and one up you, and get you something he stole himself.

3. Demo

he wouldn’t exactly be good at this, but it would be fun. he wouldn’t shoplift alone, but is into the idea of doing it in a pack, or just with you.

realistically, he’d get a couple lifts in before he starts to get overconfident and gets himself and everyone he’s with caught.

specializes in liquor lifting, but likes to pick up little gifts for his buddies. (maybe one of the only guys who genuinely likes to gift stolen goods, rather than receive them.)

having one eye puts him at a serious disadvantage here, and he’s not too sneaky, but he’s usually pretty good at scoping out the area before trying to make his move.

2. Medic

able to strike a perfect balance of stealing expensive items, but wouldn’t take himself too seriously, and wants to have a good time above all. it’ not about stealing expensive things, so much as it is about getting loot from as many different locations as possible.

he’d likely have the coolest little cashe of the weirdest stuff he’s stolen. he’s much like a magpie in that sense, medic likes the idea of pilfering and bringing treasures back to his “nest” and having his own little secret hoard. (he likes stealing and gifting for others too, but prefers to be able to keep what he takes)

his morality is completely relative and fickle- there’s no way he would have reservations about stealing from corporations or “big money” stores, or just about anywhere he thinks he could get away with

would hide stuff in his underwear bc he is a WHORE

1. Miss Pauling

would be the most fun to go shoplifting with. she has so much stress to burn off from work, and she could have a lot of fun winding down from a long day of mortal sin and heavy crime with some lighthearted crime.

would be willing to get tipsy or stoned before going out because she’s more interested in having a good time, rather than the bounty itself.

she’s feral, she’s evil, you know her hunter-gatherer instincts go fucking CRAZY.

women be shopping

[ozarkthedog]

summary — your car breaks down so you call the first person that comes to mind. your crush and grade a dilf, Marc.

warnings — alt universe. dilf!Marc Spector x afab babysitter!Reader. first kiss. sexual tension. grinding in the front seat of a car. filth. panty stealing. illusions to a threesome. no beta.

word count — 2.4k

author’s note — this fic is part of my ongoing series, Slow Like Honey, but it could be read as a stand alone. idk anything about cars lmao

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾

❦ 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❦

— 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 - 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈. — 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝/𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

You flip through the radio in your beat up car, singing along to whatever song distracts you from the horrid day you had just endured. As you drive through the small town, the sign from the little bakery that always tempts Layla with its baklava gleams brightly in the dusky atmosphere.

Layla. 

Your mind instantly summons an image of the beautiful woman. You saw her yesterday and yet, you miss her. She radiates warmth and verve. It makes you giddy just thinking about her. So it shouldn’t have been a surprise when the minor attraction to the curly haired woman grew into a bonafide crush.  

Lost in thought, you don’t notice the check engine light flick on until it’s too late. The engine begins to sputter, forcing you to carefully pull to the side of the road.

You slam your hands on the steering wheel with a shout. This is just what you needed to add to your spectacularly shitty day.   

Without a thought, you dial the number of the first person who comes to mind. The father of the children you babysit for and who just so happens to be Layla’s husband, Marc.

With looks that could kill and a body that actually can, he made you nervous the first day you met him. It wasn’t until you got to know him and saw through the rough, hard shelled exterior that you fell head over heels for the man.

Marc’s a kind, stoic man who works hard to support his family. Running a body guard protection business is tedious work and requires long hours, hence why he and Layla hired you as their babysitter.

What you didn’t expect was to develop a serious crush on the couple. The more time you spent with them, the more you saw how much love and tenderness they had for one another. They supported each other’s endeavors and would go out of their way to make sure the other knew it. 

You went about your job though, taking care of the kids and household whenever they needed you. You did well not drawing attention to the silly infatuation you had on the husband and wife. 

Or so you thought.

The side road was quiet; aside from crickets that sing into the night as you exit your car. The late fall sunset cools the air to a crisp temp. You hug yourself in an effort to keep warm and kick a stray rock into the brushes that line the road. 

Marc pulls up behind your car less than 10 minutes later.

“Hey.” He greets you with a concerned smile as he steps out of his black Audi. 

He looks like he usually does, a devastating mix of suave and rough around the edges swagger. The dark button up he’s sporting is open and loose showcasing a clean, white t-shirt beneath. Jet black hair is combed back in waves and the familiar shadow of a scratchy beard frames his jaw.

As you lean against the trunk of your car you can’t help but smile in return. Your knight in shining armor. 

Marc steps closer, inspecting you even though you told him on the phone that you were alright. 

He smells like home. Well, his home with Layla.

“Do you know what happened?” He asks, walking towards the front of your car.

“Not a clue.” You shake your head as you watch him prop open the hood.

He inspects the engine before his jaw molds into a grimace. 

“It’s your alternator. Thankfully, it’s not too expensive to fix, but you’ll need to call a tow truck and have them drop it off at a shop.” he slams the hood and nods toward his car. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.”

You chuck your backpack onto the floor and sink into the leather passenger seat with a defeated sigh. This day just wouldn’t end. You rub your temples and wish away the headache that pounds lightly behind your eyes.

“How was your day?” Marc asks as he starts the engine and turns the wheel, driving in the direction of your apartment.

“Oh, just peachy.” You snort sarcastically and sink deeper into the seat. You couldn’t wait to wash off the hellish day and crawl into bed. Thankfully, you lived in a small town and your car died only a couple miles from home.

Marc side-eyes you with a raised brow. “That so?”

You try to change the subject wanting nothing more than to forget about the day but he doesn’t give in.

“Come on. What’s wrong?” He softly pushes with that concerned fatherly tone that always makes you turn to jelly.

Try as you might not to give in, it’s a lost cause. It always is with him.

“Ok, just remember you asked.” You grumble before taking a deep breath. 

“1. I overslept. 2. I got a B- on an essay I worked on for 2 weeks.” You continue counting the numbers on your hand. “3. I had to watch my roommate and her new boyfriend suck face all during lunch and now my car breaks down.”

Your blood boils as you suck a heavy breath into your lungs and you hold it until it burns, forcing yourself to calm down.

Marc nods silently, keeping his eyes trained as he drives.

“Really? She was making out in front of you?” he questions, vexation dripping from his tongue.

“It was infuriating! Why would I want to see that!? It’s bad enough I’m single and have a crush on two—” 

Your brain screeches to a halt. 

You almost let your secret slip to one of the two people who invade your thoughts on a daily basis. Damn your emotions and damn Marc for being so sympathetic and comforting.

“What’s this about a crush?” Marc quips as he briefly flicks inquisitive eyes at you. His tongue pokes his cheek as you groan and shove your face into your hands.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s a pointless crush.” You tell him flatly, also reminding yourself for the millionth time that day.

“Ok. I get it.” He says, raising a hand in surrender.

His eyes flick to you every so often during the rest of the silent drive. You don’t think anything of it aside from him making sure you weren’t about to break out in a fit of tears. 

Soft, yellow hues illuminate his handsome features and you can’t help but be mesmerized whenever you steal a glance at him.

The car finally comes to a stop in front of your apartment and you couldn’t be happier. You unbuckle your seatbelt and pick your backpack up off the floor ready to exit when Marc holds your attention with a sober stare.

“I’ve seen the way you look at Layla.” Marc murmurs, breaking the silence and forcing your heart into your belly.

“I– I don’t know what you mean.” Your backpack tumbles from your hold as you deflate into your seat and sputter around the tightness in your gullet.

His chin drops to his chest and he laughs under his breath. “You can’t fool me, Honey. It’s written all over your face.” 

You play with the hem of your skirt, anxiously tugging the material between your fingers. You press your eyes tight gathering the courage to come clean.

“Yes. I think she’s beautiful inside and out. Ok?” You admit quickly with a bit of a bite. 

Your shoulders no longer feel the immense weight they were used to carrying. Still, your body burns with humiliation and you hide your face in your hands, no longer strong enough to face him.

Marc rests an arm on the back of your seat with a sigh. “I don’t blame you. I did marry her after all.” 

He tugs your hands from your face and cradles your jaw, softly thumbing at the apple of your cheek as his eyes dip to your parted lips. “It's ok, Honey. There’s no need to be embarrassed. You’re not the only one who has a crush.” 

Marc tilts his head and leans in so slowly and cautiously it feels like he’s moving in slow motion. He places a soft kiss on your lips and your eyes flutter as you selfishly groan into the affection. 

Eventually, your mind catches up and you pull as far away as the hand on your jaw will let you, which isn’t far at all. His nose bumps yours as he teasingly licks your parted lips. 

He tenderly kisses you again. The tension in your jaw fades as he deepens the kiss, slotting his lips over yours with possession. 

Marc groans deep in his chest when your tongue experimentally slips between your lips and smooths along his own. 

His fingers press into your jaw and open your mouth wider so he can taste you completely. A sinful mewl falls from your lips as he licks into you with abandon. 

Your pussy floods with heat, pooling arousal in the gusset of your panties as he hums with satisfied approval. His fingers press firmly into your cheeks like he never wants to let go. 

A thin strand of spit connects you to the older man when you finally come up for air. He searches your eyes for hesitation but all he finds is adoration. 

“Come ‘ere.” He commands as he sits back in his seat and reaches for the lever that slides it all the way back. “Wanna feel you against me.”

He helps you over the gearshift with steady hands before seating you in his lap. He locks his arms around your hips, fitting you snugly against his burly buttoned up chest. 

With your knees stretched on either side of his expansive thighs, your barely clothed pussy has no escape from his rough jeans and the solid mass that hangs between his legs.

Your brain fogs drastically when you feel his cock pulse against your mound. He’s half hard but already he feels massive. You wonder what it’d be like to have him stretch you open and mold your core around his impressive girth.

You yelp when he nips the sensitive skin of your neck dragging you away from the filthy thoughts. The slight sting makes you instinctually grind down on his straining length. You chase the pain with pleasure forcing illicit moans to tumble from both sets of lips.

“Shit– that felt good didn’t it, Honey?” He purrs into your collarbone, scratching your soft skin with his beard and laving at the burn.

Your pussy glides smoothly across the material of your ruined panties, rubbing your clit up and down his hidden cock. Wet squelches and flustered moans fill the small confines of the car as a thin layer of dew begins to grow on the windows.

He furrows his brow, squinting at you. A large hand cradles your jaw and he shoves his thumb between your parted lips. “Atta girl, grind that needy pussy on me.”

Your eyes flutter as you suckle and circle your tongue around the digit. Your pussy weeps profusely as you drive your hips harder, frantic to ease the ache that pulses steadily between your thighs. 

“Bet you’re soaking.” He grunts, shifting his hips until his cock glides against your core and a pathetic whimper tumbles from your lips. “Fuck- You’re gonna make a mess all over me aren’t you?”

His free hand molds to the shape of your ass and he shoves his hips in time with your hurried thrusts. “Just like that. Shit– wanna feel you come.”

Your grip on his brawny shoulders tightens as the tension builds higher and higher. He forces you to the edge so quickly that you have no choice in the matter but to come. 

“Come on.” Marc grunts feeling you shake in his arms.  “Be a good girl and cream those panties for me.” 

At his command, you tug the curls at the base of his neck as you shatter and careen over the cliff. A wrecked yelp forces its way out of your tight throat as your body quivers from the overwhelming pleasure.

He hums sweetly into the column of your neck, kissing the tender flesh and holding you fiercely in his arms as you come down from the exhilarating high. 

“Are you—? Did you?” Your eyes flick down to his lap when you notice his cock is still hard and twitching beneath his jeans. “Cause I can—”

Marc shakes his head. “Nah, I’m ok. I’ll take care of it later.” He nudges your nose before pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is slow and deliberate as he drowns you in affection. 

You’ve never felt so safe being in his arms. You never wanted this to end but you feel his eyes check the clock on the dash and you know your time has run out.

He helps you maneuver the center console again and you settle back into the passenger seat. You timidly gather your things and move to open the car door when he stops you with a raised finger.

“Give me your panties.”

The shock of his request makes your insides burn like hot coals. “What?”

Marc bites his lip. “I’ll give ‘em back tomorrow night,” His eyes drop to your skirt in a silent command. “I promise.”

“O— ok.” You whisper and wiggle the drenched scrap of material down your legs. The gusset is absolutely soaked. A shiny, wet trail stains the inside of your legs as you slide your panties off and do your best to not cower when you hand them over. 

Marc grins like a fool as he inspects them. “God damn. You made such a mess.” He moans while palming his cock with a hard squeeze.

He folds your panties carefully and pockets them but not before giving a deep sniff. “Layla will love to suck on this while I fuck her tonight.” 

You gasp at the admission and from the fresh wave of slick that floods your pussy. Images of the couple fucking flash before your eyes making you woozy.

“Best get a move on. It’s getting late.” Marc states before adjusting his seat and starting the car. 

All you can do is nod and robotically gather your belongings. 

The idea of Layla mouthing your ruined panties while Marc fucks her breaks you. You barely squeak a goodnight to him before stepping onto the sidewalk.

He clears his throat prompting you to turn and face him one more time. 

“We’ll see you tomorrow night.” Marc declares with a sly grin.

You smile dumbly at him and somehow make it up the steps to your apartment before locking the door behind you. The sound of the engine purrs to life as he drives away leaving you in a state of shock and filth.

What the absolute fuck.

[softpascalito]

Raised on little light - 2003!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: You don't have anywhere to go on Christmas Eve. Much less anyone to celebrate with. A neighbour down the street turns out to be your personal Christmas miracle.

Relationships: Joel Miller xF! Reader WC: 1500 Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Violence, Non-Graphic Violence, Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Forehead Kisses, First Kiss, Pre-Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Pre-Cordyceps Outbreak Joel (The Last of Us), Christmas, Christmas Eve, Author needs therapy (and sleep), domestic abuse Read on AO3 full advent calendar (updated daily)

notes: hello loves. today is another sad one. please read the tags. the abuse is not very detailed but it's there. this fic is very personal to me and (partly) based on how i spent christmas last year. any comments are very appreciated. i'm sending you all all my love <3 also i wanna mention that this has similar tropes to a longer story idea im working on so feel free to let me know if you like the vibes of this and would like to read more :) title from the song northern attitude by noah kahan and hozier

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for everyone who has spent christmas alone.

The worst part is the shouting.

You can ignore the passive-aggressive snides, mumbles that reach your ears in passing. You can ignore the absence of the feeling of safety. You have even learned to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach when you apply another layer of concealer.

But the shouting seems to follow you. No matter how many rooms you put in between them and you, the sounds crawl through the house, slipping under doors and into hiding nooks that you’ve long outgrown.

It makes you freeze in your tracks, every time it starts. You stand still for a moment, listening, trying to hear what it is about, how bad it seems. There is always the gnawing fear of them running out of words and turning to actions instead. And despite the fact that you’re a grown adult, that you’re technically not the helpless child you once were, it still scares you like nothing else does.

It’s exhausting to exist in a violent house.

You silently let the front door fall shut behind you, stumbling a little as you make your way to the street. Your feet seem to have a mind of their own, carrying you out into the night without a goal in mind. Just get out of the house.

It’s surprisingly cold for Austin and you draw your jacket a little tighter around your shoulders as you move down the sidewalk. The houses on your street are lit up with Christmas lights, stars dangling in windows, colorful fairy lights wrapped around fences, a lit up reindeer figurine a few houses over. 

A truck drives by, the engine humming quietly, before it pulls into a driveway two houses ahead of you. When you pass the house with your head down, the sound of a car door opening and slamming shut makes you jump slightly.

The voice that follows doesn’t.

“That you?”

It only takes Joel a few strides until he’s in front of you, brown eyes searching your body for god knows what. There is a brown paper bag in his hand but you don’t dare lift your head higher to look at his face.

“Whatcha doing out here? Escaping the family gathering?” He jokes lamely, remembering the way he used to sneak off during the holidays if it got too overwhelming.

“Something like that,” you mutter back, trying to put on something resembling a smile. Either it doesn’t work or Joel is too smart to be fooled by it. Because he nods softly, bending his back a little to try and get a look at your face, “Can you look at me for a second, darlin’?”

Oh, he’s so not playing fair. He knows exactly what that nickname does to you, especially coming from him. And he’s shamelessly abusing that.

You swallow, hard and lift your head enough for the porch light to hit you. Joel’s face instantly changes. The somewhat cheerful, joking manner he’d been in a second ago is replaced by concern and something else. Something that almost seems like anger.

He drops the bags of groceries to the floor, bringing both hands up to cup your face. He’s mere inches away when he suddenly stills, eyes softening a bit, “Can I?”

You give a small nod and right away, he closes the distance, turning your head a little to get a better look at the black eye that is undoubtedly getting worse by the second. He should get some credit for not flinching away, you think, for not pretending not to see it like everyone else does.

“You put ice on it or anything?” Joel mutters, his gaze flying over the rest of your neck, clearly checking for more injuries. You barely have time to shake your head no before one hand is on your back, steering you back towards the Miller’s house. “We’ll get you patched up, okay?” Joel asks softly. When he sees your gaze, he adds, “Won’t take long, promise.”

The mood inside the living room could not reflect yours less. There is a bright tree by the window, colorful lights twinkling away. You’re barely inside when you hear footsteps coming down the stairs and you stop in your tracks. Of course Sarah would be home. You’ve gotten to know her rather well this year, after she almost failed Biology last year and when Joel mentioned it in passing, you offered to help out.

You don’t plan on letting her see you like this. She’s smart, like her dad and your afraid that just like him, she’ll know instantly what’s going on.

Joel tugs on your sleeve, motioning for you to stay. Then he turns the corner, catching Sarah at the foot of the stairs before she can reach you. Her voice still carries through to you.

“Did you get the ice cream?” Joel chuckles softly, “I did, dessert is safe. Listen, I gotta- I mean, Santa’s gotta do some last minute preparations. You mind staying in your room for a bit? And no peeking.” The girl grumbles something under her breath but heads back upstairs and a moment later, you hear her door close, a small breath of relief escaping you at that.

Joel's head appears around the corner, “Come on. I’ve got some stuff in the kitchen.”

He pulls out a first aid kit, disinfecting your wound carefully before wrapping a few ice cubes into a towel and dabbing it against your cheek a few times before holding still. The cold immediately seems to work and you involuntarily let out a sigh of relief.

Joel smiles a bit, his hand still pressing the cool sensation against your skin, “That’s better, hm? Just don’t leave it on too long.”

“Yes, sir,” you tease, bringing your own hand up to take the towel from him. There is a small moment, merely a few seconds, when your hand sneaks below his, your skin pressed against him, somehow fitting more perfectly than you ever couldve imagined. It feels even better than the ice.

Joel let go after a moment, taking a step back and turning to the kitchen that is messy with dinner preparations.

“She made you get ice cream?” You ask softly, hoping to steer the conversation into a somewhat pleasurable direction.

“Yeah, yeah, she did. You know how she is,” Joel smiles softly. It doesn’t last long. He clears his throat, glancing down at his feet.

“Listen, I know it ain’t my place. But this is not- it’s not normal. Not even close.”

“It is to them.”

Your voice is quiet. You don’t even want to say it. But something about Joel has always made you open up faster and more intensely than you have with anyone else, “It doesn’t happen that much.”

“Ain’t supposed to happen at all, darlin’,” he argues softly. His eyes fly to the window for a second. There’s a string of lights hung up in it as well. You think there’s not a single one at your house. You were raised on little light.

“We’re making dinner in a bit, Sarah’s pick, and Tommy can’t make it so we are one person short.”

You furrow your brows slightly, wondering for a moment why he is telling you about his dinner plans. But then- it washes over you.

“I couldn’t- I’m sure you have a lovely night planned and-”

“Won’t change if you’re there. It’ll still be a lovely night,” Joel says softly, nudging your foot with his. “Come on, let me- let me do this for you.”

You let him. There is dinner, luckily with no more questions about your slightly swollen face. Joel offers you some wine, lets Sarah pick a movie, pretends to hate that it’s some cheesy Christmas movie. You still catch him smiling at the screen throughout the film.

The teenager falls asleep halfway through and Joel gives you an apologetic look before he carries her to bed. When he comes back and sits down, his hand almost automatically finds your knee. Between the romantic movie and the second glass of wine, the atmosphere between you has changed.

“You know our door is always open, right? Sarah loves having you here.”

“Only Sarah?” You raise a brow, leaning into Joel’s broad form a little more and his eyes soften as he looks down on you, “You’ve had a long day. We shouldn’t add any more to that.”

“What if I want to?” Your face is hovering inches from his. You don’t remember even being this close to him, “Joel, please.”

He can’t resist your begging. He doesn’t think he could if he tried.

Christmas Eve brings you your first kiss with Joel. He runs his hands over your cheeks, always careful to avoid the bruise and even when you pull back to catch your breath, his mouth stays on your face, kissing your chin, your nose, your eyes.

He kisses your forehead an hour later when you’re wrapped into his sheets, after you’ve moaned and then cried immediately afterwards. He holds you through all of it, his voice barely a whisper to not wake Sarah.

“I like having you around too, darlin’.”

notes: thank you for reading. i love you <3

[ohworm-writes]

alrighty, here goes. there was this one time a firefighter came to my school years ago to do one of those job presentations. And apparently firefighters have to write a goodbye letter in case they die while on the job. they always have it kept up to date, stored in their locker with rest of their gear. but just imagine firefighter! schlatt writing his goodbye letter or better yet, someone reading what he wrote.

Anon, I was getting on a flight after I read this and I looked high I genuinely cried so hard. I didn’t know that was even a thing and it makes me so emotional about it.

Firefighter!Schlatt who spent weeks trying to put even one thing down on his letter. The only thing he wrote consisting of “Engine Co. 219 Ladder 131, Brooklyn, New York City. Firefighter Jay Schlatt.”

Firefighter!Schlatt who has over 100 scrapped letters to signal his goodbye, too stuck on critiquing what would make the letter sound more professional or, simply better.

Firefighter!Schlatt who leans more on a short and sweet letter as opposed to a long and wordy one, but writes one that crosses over 11 individual pages nonetheless.

Firefighter!Schlatt who thanks every single one of his family members, no matter the relationship, and writes the longest paragraph for the one person who got him into computer related things and signs off the letter to them in specific.

Firefighter!Schlatt who names every single person at the station and thanks them individually with so much heart that even he sheds a few tears at his own words.

Firefighter!Schlatt who grabs the two kitties' paws who he's called his own and paints them black, pressing them into the paper with their names written over them, hearts and renditions of them around the paws.

Firefighter!Schlatt who draws a little portrait of himself at the end of the letter, simple smiley faces decorate around it and a (poor) rendition of his gear.

Firefighter!Schlatt who writes down every struggle and success he has dealt with in his letter, some of the words and sentences blurred for the water of his tears disturbing them.

Firefighter!Schlatt who, once he finishes his letter, refuses to touch it after it's done, less he need to update or change it in the future, and shuts his locker with such force and goes about his business as usual, as if nothing had ever happened in the first place.

Firefighter!Schlatt who spends months refusing to touch or even look at his letter, stuffing it in the back of his locker behind and under a random assortment of things.

Firefighter!Schlatt who spends all of this effort to put the letter out of his mind, accidently taking one thing out and resulting in the letter gracefully flying to the floor.

Firefighter!Schlatt who doesn't realize it and leaves to tend to his cats and rest up, leading to one of the members of his crew to come across it- well, at least one of the pages.

Firefighter![X] who finds the first 3 and last 2 pages and nothing more an hour or so later, give or take, being confused by what it was until reading the title of the paper: “Engine Co. 219 Ladder 131, Brooklyn, New York City. Firefighter Jay Schlatt.”

Firefighter![X] who only doesn't want to read the whole amount of pages they have, but can't help themselves as they read their own name and Firefighter!Schlatt's message to them and sobs.

Firefighter![X] who reads through the whole thing and is left in tears by the end of his, moving to clean themselves up before consulting Firefighter!Schlatt.

Firefighter!Schlatt who is disturbed in the middle of falling asleep by Firefighter![X] clearing their throat in front of him, handing him the loose pages with a quiet "I think these are yours... sorry" before vacating the area as quick as the entered.

Firefighter!Schlatt who reads over the first words of one page before shoving them in his pocket, placing his hands over his face and hoping, at the very least, Firefighter![X] won't tell anyone.

Firefighter![X] who keeps their mouth sealed tight with no desire to share a word of what they read.

[web-spinning]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN HOPE YOUR DOING ALRIGHT ! ANYWAYS HERES MY REQUEST:D

mercs with a child who seems really creepy at first but is actually really cool?

Like they really quiet,is usally in the dark, stares at something for a long time etc,? Vut there actually really cool and interesting

Hoe you have a good day and remeber to not overwork yourself👍🤭

Mercs with a child who seems creepy at first, but turns out to be nice.

Scout- at first he's like " get this thing away from me ", overall avoiding the kid and trying not to talk to them. But one day, during his baseball practice he threw the ball really far away. He wanted to go get it back, but the kid has already found it before him. They gave him back the ball, saying how cool his sport skills are- and ever since that, he has sworn to protect them at all cost.

Soldier- he doesn't think much, just finds it "very immature" when they don't reply to him when he tries to talk to them. But a few weeks after they get used to the base, they give him a drawing showing Solly and the kid. He patriotic heart softens immediately, he takes the kid and adopts it immediately.

Pyro- they don't like to presume anyone as weird. They like the kid, even if they're a bit odd to the others. Mostly because he knows how hard it is to be a little different himself. Always makes sure to protect the kiddo in case another merc has a problem with them.

Demoman- he's questioning the fact that the Administrator allows a child in the base in the first place. He tries not to engage to the kid, he doesn't want it to be raised through war. But then he kinda grows on them when they him things like "I love your eyepatch, Mr. Cyclop!,

Heavy- immediate bear dad response is to make sure the kid is feeling well all the time. He's scared their strange behaviour is associated with something that happened in the past, and he makes sure to keep them happy at all times,

Engineer- Dell thinks something must be up about the kid. He stays up nights trying to figure it out, and gets close to the child to figure it out. After noticing how much open they are when he plays with them, he gets an idea! And so, he builds them wooden toys, little robots who say their name and a little communication module they can use instead of talking,

Medic- he doesn't like this child, nothing will change it...or so he thought. But one day after a long battle when he got back to the lab and noticed the kid playing with his doves his heart melted. It turned out they really like talking about the doves too, and so, Medic found a new friend that liked to listen to him ramble about birds,

Sniper- he isn't exactly good with kids in the first place, and mostly thinks it's his apperance and personality that makes the kid so closed off before him. But then he realizes he was also quite a strange kid. So he asks the kid what they like and stuff, and realizes they might be really interesting. Fast forward time and he takes them on trips in his vans because he likes them so much,

Spy- he's just a big salty butt towards the kid at first. But then they start following his around, saying just how cool they think he is, and how it's awesome that he can disguise as just anybody. And eventually, he grows towards them too. He stops smoking and invites them to his room to teach them how to play chess.

[greensagephase]

Ok, ok, it's been so long and I have many things to say.

First, I already have a sketch of Miguel (kind of), and he looks so soft. I was going in with super low expectations because he is so hard to draw, but I love how it came out! School keeps me busy, and I suck at managing my time, but I'll draw Pavitr soon enough so I can get started with fanarts (If I hear another engineer say my career is easy I'm losing it)

Second, the nickname post was so cute!!! I always love Miguel fluff. We don't have enough of it. I remember one time you hinted Miguel might or might not get jealous in one part of Nonviolent Communication but if I'm being honest I can't see Miguel being a jealous type (Although I'd love to read your take on it) I think he is more of an insecure person. Sure, I see him getting angry and even uncomfortable if someone flirts or tries anything with his partner, but not because he is jealous but rather because he wants his partner to be safe. I picture him hugging them the moment he gets home and just melting with them in his arms, nuzzling his nose against their hair, drowning in them. I think he focuses more on their safety than in any other thing.

"Did he touch you? Offer you something? What else did he say? Are you sure you're ok?"

In his mind, he is just glad they're safe and comfortable. Anything else is secondary, but I can maybe see him getting jealous of the attention they give to others, but if that's the case, I think he would just start saying nonstop that they are his and they're in a relationship at every opportunity he gets. He would also stand closer, just as an extra precaution (because he is petty like that)

Ya, por último, do you think Miguel eats red meat during Easter? I'm sure he allows Gabri to do so, but I have this silly idea that Miguel just... doesn't. He isn't religious or anything, but whenever he serves something with red meat to his daughter, he hears his mom telling him that he shouldn't eat that because it's disrespectful. Again, he isn't religious, but I like to think that something deep inside him tells him he shouldn't. Like that feeling when you can finally do something your parents didn't allow (like pulling an all-nighter or trying a certain food or watching a show). It's not guilt. It just feels odd... So he instead cooks seafood unless Gabri specifically says she wants something else. It's a silly idea, but I feel it's something ATSV Miguel would do

I'm sorry for the late answer! I'll check the last headcanons I sent you so I can answer your questions on them in another message (and show you my sketch). I feel this one is too long already. Take care!!!

Hi @coralskybunny !! I'm so happy to see your ask 😊

I love seeing that you're doing well with your drawing journey, especially drawing Miguel!! He's def hard to draw (I'm still struggling and I've been bad about practicing, too, because of poor time management recently😭 so that doesn't help! Really hoping to get back into it this week tho, so I can draw him correctly one day), so I'm happy that you love the way it turned out!! I'd love to see your sketch and the full fanarts of your headcannons once you're ready to post it!! I was actually thinking about the last ones you sent the other day because in the upcoming chapter Miguel, Pav, and Hobie will have a scene together, so I thought of you and your headcannons!! 🥺 Also, good luck with school, haha!! I'm going to make a guess that you're studying architecture? I always see that engineers and architects have beef, so that's my educated guess! But don't feel pressured to confirm! Either way, no career is easy, they're all hard in their own way 😭

Also, thank you!! I'm glad you liked the nicknames for Miguel post!! I've been meaning to post a little more since I feel like I rarely post original content, even though I have a lot of ideas but sometimes lack of time and overthinking stops me. I do agree that we need more Miguel fluff though!! We need more people to write or send fluff requests to writers!! We need like a fluff week of writing or something for Miguel!!

AWWW your jealous Miguel idea just got me in my feelings for real!!!!! 🥹🥹 Him being focused on his partner's safety more than anything >>>>> why is he not real???? No, I totally agree that Miguel would be more insecure than anything!! In Nonviolent Communication, I've included that Miguel has felt/sometimes still feels insecure about his appearance and his family life (the parents situation), so if we do have jealous Miguel in the fic... 👀 This aspect will def play into it. Also, the bit about him being more jealous of the attention - I can see this as well!! But in the fluffy way that Miguel just loves receiving his partner's attention, you know?

I can see him def making it known that his partner is taken especially if he sees that his partner feels uncomfortable by someone trying to make a move on them despite already making it known they're taken, so Miguel then steps in and we have him pulling them into him, placing his hand on their waist, and "hola, mi amor" or whatever nickname he has for his partner, to emphasize to the person to stop bothering his partner.

But do trust that if we see jealous Miguel in Nonviolent Communication, it won't be him going crazy or acting aggressive/hostile. I don't want to say much but believe me, we'll continue to see soft Miguel no matter the situation, even when he gets all celoso and grumpy, which I can see him displaying - grumpiness, not aggression!!

I'm very quickly going to say that I didn't know you're a Spanish speaker, so I'm delightfully surprised to see your Spanish in this ask!!! :) But about Easter and whether Miguel follows lent - it's actually crazy that you bring this up because I was thinking about this, too, recently as I'm Catholic and was not eating red meat. And well, this man truly does live rent free in my head and being Mexican, I like to wonder about his experiences - both the serious and the funny ones - as a Latino.

I hope I'm not rambling from this point on but this is something very interesting to think about, so here we go!! I know in a comic run it's mentioned that he's not religious but that he still finds himself at times doing certain things out of habit because he grew up in a Catholic home. He doesn't identify as one though, but instead as an atheist. That's comic Miguel and that's what I've seen so far from doing research in the past for the fic. I haven't read the comics yet, so I may be missing some information but that seems to be it.

ATSV Miguel on the other hand... I have a feeling he's not super religious right now (maybe hasn't been for several years), but he's also not an atheist?? It's more like he's lost a lot of faith at one point with so many negative events and situations taking place in his life (and like, I wouldn't blame him because if the writers stick to comic events... I would, too, lowkey). I think he probably has an ongoing inner conflict with his religion. Despite that, I truly do think that he still respects not eating red meat during lent for the reason that it's so ingrained into his brain that doing that is bad.

I can see him letting Gaby eat whatever, especially her being a child and children being excused (at least that's my knowledge; children, the elderly, and those sick/injured are excused), if she wishes to eat red meat but like you said, I imagine he finds himself cooking meals without red meat because again, it's ingrained into his mind that eating red meat is disrespectful. Also, the fact that he lives in a New York that's heavily influenced by Latin culture - I feel like that also influences him and leads him to opt out from eating red meat.

But I don't know, that's my idea as of right now! It's certainly so so interesting to think about and I like how I have a favorite character that I can think about in these contexts that are familiar to me (and to so many other fans). I really hope that we get to see much more about Miguel's backstory in BTSV regarding these little things because I certainly find it intriguing. I think it'd add another layer to his character, too! I just really want more Miguel content, let's be real 😭 but yeah those are my thoughts on it! I'm sorry for how long this turned out!!

I look forward to reading your responses and seeing your sketch!!! I really enjoy your asks, so thank you for sending this one!!!! Take care friend, and have a wonderful day/night!! ❤️

[solradguy]

Please at some point if you can write about how those 2 panels in beginning and what they mean to you the begin content is always so good and also really enjoy how rough the drawings where for it UGH

Yess god I love Begin so much. Honestly, it's like a 7/10 star scifi novel at best; it's a pretty standard "guy gets monsterified by evil science" plot. But Sol/Frederick means so much to me and that book did more for his characterization than almost any other piece of GG media has before or since, imo.

I picked this thing apart like a carcass so readmore because it goes on for miles. A thorough dump of my thoughts on what I have labeled as "begin pic 12" in my GG Begin scans folder. Vague suicide mention warning for when I start talking about the personal stuff near the middle.

What I love about those two panels is that it's the first time we get to see Sol after he gets turned into a Gear and it's a downtime moment. It's 6 months after Asuka betrayed him and he just finished whatever mechanical process was required to complete the first Gear cell suppressor headband. He's actually unplugging it in the second panel on the left. There's a third panel below these where he's picking up the headband and there's a strong focus on how monstrous and gross his hand is as an effect of the Gear cells, but it's not quite as interesting as the first panel here.

It's so small. This is the only time we ever see or hear a (canon) description of what Sol's personal living space looks like. They DO show him at some kind of house at the end of Strive, but it's barely fleshed out. There aren't that many details or strong hints in that scene like there are here.

I've talked about this potted plant in the window a lot, it's my favorite detail in this illustration.

It's not clear what kind of plant it is though. Maybe some kind of succulent with how stiff and solid the leaves look? Something Sol doesn't have to worry too much about taking care of—low effort in case he has to leave for a long time or forgets to water it. But like... Where did he get this plant? The building he's living in is described as a rusty shack out in the middle of nowhere, so I doubt the plant was there when he moved in. He must've picked it up somewhere and brought it back. Why?

Sol calls himself a monster multiple times throughout Begin and it's pretty clear how keenly aware he is of his rapidly vanishing humanity. He knows his time is running out and he's trying to slow it down by making the limiter headband but that's only a temporary fix. Asuka betrayed him, Aria might be dead (or worse), he can't even blend in with normal humans anymore, and the only animals that are like him are mindless war machines. Sol is completely and absolutely alone.

Except he's got that plant.

The plant doesn't have feelings, it can't judge him. If he goes mad and becomes a rampaging animal like the bear Gear at the end of Begin, the plant won't know or care. Sol got that plant from somewhere and whether he takes care of it or not, it's something else for him to think about. A single purely organic thing in his rusty, machine-littered, shack. If he can't bring himself to do anything else on a given day, if the Gear cells are screaming too loudly and he just wants to say fuck it all and rip everything apart, he's got that tiny little potted thing that only needs sunlight and water. Daisuke probably didn't even think about it that hard when he was designing this scene, but I have hahah I appreciate this little plant. There is a lot of thought put into the layout of the things on Sol's desk though, so perhaps Daisuke did have a motive putting the plant there too.

Sol's desk space is about what you'd expect. A tiny toolbox under the light, notes, wires, balled up scrapped papers, books (likely on magic and software engineering, probably something on wiring), the corkboard up above that has a map with marked out locations that are implied to be locations of places Asuka might have gone since the research lab him, Sol, and Aria worked at exploded (referenced in the epilogue). The rolled tubes on the right may be maps or computer schematics for Sol to reference for making the suppressor.

Based on the position of his hands in the other panels, that thing near his elbow must be whatever was compiling something onto the suppressor headband. I don't know what those are directly in front of him by that dark tower. They look sort of like computer chips/boards? Too low detail to know for sure.

The rest of the scene around his desk are just cabinets and drawers without much unique/outstanding detail. Nothing unique or outstanding enough to base anything off of, just set pieces.

For purely personal reasons, I love this illustration because I spend a lot of time sitting at my own cluttered, dimly lit, desk working on projects that keep me sane haha. Sol's arc through Begin is relatable too, in a way, with regards to gender and body stuff. It's easy to read a lot of the Gear things as an allegory for transitioning for people that didn't have a very smooth transition or that took a long time to accept that's what they are. I fell into that latter category for a long time. Once puberty hit, I realized that I didn't want to be like a woman, but being trans was bad? All depictions of trans people that I knew were jokes or were things like drag, and none of them were women into men. I didn't know a single depiction of a trans man until I went looking for it myself as an adult. They were all tomboys that rescinded their masculinity and became petite girls in pastels. Or they were villains that died and were made fun of.

So. I just didn't know you could do it. I thought that maybe there were just never any women that felt like men or that they were something other than a woman. There was no one to talk to about it, no resources to look up, I hated myself over it because it was a bad thing meant to be kept to yourself. I grew my hair really long to cover my chest and only wore baggy/layered clothes to smooth out my unfortunately curvy waist. On top of this, I have also been 6'5" since I was about 14. I didn't fit in with the women at school because they saw me as a man and I didn't fit in with the men because, biologically, I was a woman. Through all of this, I had to move with my mom across the country to live with a literal nazi because I knew if I didn't, she'd do something stupid (I was right in that she didn't want to because I was there). My friends wanted me to stay and live with my dad but I didn't know how to tell them that I couldn't. I didn't tell them when I was leaving and just left.

I had no friends, no one else was physically like me, there was nothing for me to relate to or find inspiration in. I don't know what kept me going, in hindsight. Everything pissed me off all of the time. All I had was my sick cat, metal playlists, and art. Man, did I have art though.

My art teacher let me skip Art 2 to go from Art 1 directly into Advanced Placement Art (AP Art) because I was graduating that year and she saw potential in me. For our AP Art final portfolios, we had to do a certain set of pieces with fixed themes (portrait, abstract, specific mediums, life study, etc) and then another set of something like 12 that were wholly original illustrations connected through a single, personal, theme. The theme for my original pieces was that monsters have no friends because they're big and scary and no one else is like them, but that they still need love because they're just trying to find their place in the world. Lol. I wish I still had the short essay I wrote about it, but it was so long ago...

I don't really know what was keeping Sol going at the end of Begin either, when he's living in that shack so far from his own home, alone. But I get it though. Sometimes something activates in the human spirit when shit's got it out bad for you that makes you want to keep going. It ended up working out for me. My mom's still alive, I have friends again and I know who I am now despite being a weird biological anomaly. It's working out pretty well for Sol now too, it seems, despite it all.

[manifestmerlin]

Happy Pomefiore Part 2 release day! Here's Part 4 of the @jackplushie automation au ideas in celebration. (And because it introduces some of the Scarabia character growth that’s important for this part

EDIT: pssst if you liked this I made a sideblog for twst writing, @scertifiedsavanaclawstan! So go follow me over there!

Scarabia

Scarabia is the name of a luxury brand for the ultra rich, every bot they produce is completely unique and made to order. Additionally, since the wealthy clientele are reticent to entrust their pricey show bots to human mechanics, Scarabia also produces an equivalent line of 'Viper' bots, each of which is designed to service and maintain their respective android.

Kalim is one of the most extravagant bots Scarabia has ever produced, every part made of some precious metal or splendid gem.

His master also asked for a unique feature to go along with the standard singing and dancing, namely the ability to manipulate hydraulics to put on a water show.

Everything was going great for so long, Kalim was the jewel of his master's household, his best friend was there with him, and life was good.

Then his master had a large banquet, and Kalim took the stage ready to perform. Everything went wrong.

His voice released a cacophony of guttural screams, his limbs spasmed uncontrollably, and the gentle rain of the water show shot all the guests hard enough to draw blood.

He didn't know what happened, but no amount of tearful apologies could make up for what happened. He and his Viper were cast out of the house.

They had to go on the run in fear of someone coming to carve Kalim's body up, but they found you really fast!

Kalim knows there's a lot he can't do... so he's been trying to find ways to pay you back!

He's preformed for you a few times, but it's not like he can preform for money when he's still trying to keep a low profile.

It's okay though! If you ever need money, he can give you something to sell!

His eyes are made of red diamonds, his hair is braided platinum, his clothes are the finest silk.

If there's any piece of him you need to sell, don't hesitate to ask, he'll rip it out without even waiting for Jamil's help!

He'll give you anything to not throw him out like before, just let him stay please?

And Jamil too.

Jamil deserves it.

Jamil is Kalim's assigned Viper bot. And while Vipers are supposed to love their partner, Jamil... Jamil had always hated it.

Why did Kalim get all the attention? Why when he did all the work, all the maintenance, all the cooking for every feast even?

And yet he couldn't be seen by the public, he was unsightly, useless? He hated it, and he hated Kalim most of all.

So he decided to do something about it. For months he planned in preperation to make Kalim fall.

He knew Kalim's insides like the back of his own hand, damaging parts precisely enough to all break on the exact day of their master's banquet was trivial for him.

Of course, he shouldn't have been able to damage Kalim's parts... but maybe it was just one more thing wrong with him.

But it all went off without a hitch, even if he was thrown out along with Kalim, he almost felt like celebrating. Almost.

It would've been easier to but... it was hard listening to Kalim cry to him, apologizing that he was thrown out when Kalim was the one to mess up.

Jamil was planning on just ditching Kalim to whatever fate awaited him but... he felt guilty. So he stuck with him.

While on the run Jamil made... particular use of his limited engineering knowledge whenever they were persued by bounty hunter androids.

Taking complete control of another android’s actions and free will wasn’t part of his intended uses but... what was one more broken rule.

He was... suspicious about how coincidentally they found you, and how willing you were to take them in but... they didn't have many options.

But staying with you was... fine, it was nice to have some sort of constant, where he wasn't only there for Kalim's sake.

Although it was disturbing how the roles were reversing. He had heard Kalim offering to sell pieces of himself if you needed any money, even if he needed to take himself apart piece by piece.

And always with the request that you keep Jamil around. Jamil was... worried.

Kalim wasn't supposed to care about him, he wasn't supposed to think of Jamil as anything other than a convenient servant.

Kalim was made to be innocent, cheerful, and utterly foolish. He didn't have the capacity to even know about Jamil's plight.

But then again... Jamil shouldn't have had the capacity to hate him either.

[doobnnoob-tf2]

hiii!!

first of all, i want to say that I LOVE YOUR HCS SO MUCH!!! in fact, they're so good that every single time i read what you post i get the most dopey smile on my face 💝 you never fail to make my day so much better :///) (also, if you have a lot going on right now please don't feel pressured to answer this!)

secondly, as someone who has a quite impressive (if i do say so myself!) silly sock collection, im really curious: what socks would each merc wear? ive got these really cute fuzzy pink unicorn socks that remind me of pyro, and thats what inspired me asking this!

—🧦 sock anon (can i be called that? if so, he/she! (#^.^#) )

you can absolutely be Sock!

Scout: traditional baseball socks. he wears nothing else, no matter what the weather or the occasion or what else he's wearing. he does own several pairs of socks with obvious misprints on them but he doesn't wear them

Soldier: plain, white-and-gray socks. the catch is he likes to draw faces on them with marker that'll be washed off when he does laundry so then he can draw new ones on after. it's the only way he can make sure they stayed paired up

Pyro: doesn't matter. they'll mix and match and wear all different kinds. all of their socks are just in one drawer and whatever first two they grab is what they wear that day

Demoman: whatever's comfortable. he doesn't like wearing socks and will only tolerate it as long as they cushioned on the bottom and not made of any sort of itchy material. it's hard finding socks he likes, so he tends to wear his socks down to the threads

Heavy: plain, single-color socks. he only keeps one pair of a color at any given time to make sure they don't get mixed up. most may think it's boring but he likes the organization in his sock drawer

Engineer: very thick socks, color or design doesn't matter. he's dropped one too many wrenches on his feet and the added cushion helps. his feet are always unbearably hot but it's a small price to pay

Medic: plaid patterened socks. they look tacky as hell and he loves it. no one ever sees them but he knows they're there. he also has a pair of socks with bird faces on the top that he wears only in his off time. sometimes Archimedes still tries attacking them and he things it's hysterical

Sniper: he has one pair of thick socks he wears around the base because his feet get cold real easy. other than that, he doesn't care. he buys whatever is cheapest but has the most and sure they end up falling apart really fast but he'll probably still wear them

Spy: black socks, various materials and thickness so he is able to wear them year-round. but he always wears sock garters to keep them up. and they're also equipped with an arsenal of miniature knives and guns

it also makes me really, really happy to hear that! I'm glad people still really love this blog, I know it's lost a lot of traction as of late and so seeing people still check in and find this and even still wanna see my takes on the Mercs (outside of my sideblog ofc) still just makes me really happy

[elbiotipo]

The Mastropiero in Campoestela is, like I said, much like a cross between an Ilyushin II-76 and a Space Shuttle (Buran, if you will). It takes off and lands much like a airplane, and the engines are good enough to lift it up from an earthlike world in a single go.

While for the purposes of the story it might not matter much, since I already decided the level of technology in economics and handling is pretty much like modern or rather WWII airplanes, I AM putting a lot of thought on what the engines are like. Not only because it can help me draw plotlines (about half of Star Trek is "why did the engine stop this week") but also it helps me do LIMITATIONS, which are important in science fiction. Engines, especially, are absurdly powerful in science fiction. This Space Trucker Beto Dude is going to fly a nuclear plant, I need to keep in mind what's allowed to him and how, how fast can he get from here to there, how much delta-v and thrust and such. These are vital things to the story, not so much because of "realism" but because it tells me what my character can do, what he can't, and what's routine or extraordinary to him.

My main idea is the nuclear lightbulb engine concept, because it's powerful, allows takeoff and landing and has a cool almost retro name. While realistically, you could not see the "lightbulbs" without dying from radiation, there's something funny about "having to change a lightbulb". It must be very hard to keep it running, but Suisini the engineer is there for that, and the setting assumes the technology is mature enough for small scale ships. My only concern is how long it takes to turn it on and off, as it's basically a (totally safe honest) constantly melting down reactor. I don't want them to spend days turning the reactor on and off.

Fusion engines sound too complex for me for a rugged "bush plane" spaceship, antimatter and other exotic engines open a can of worms too. I could use some exotic materials such as metallic hydrogen as fuels (they do exist in the setting and I can vaguely justify them) that would make incredibly powerful chemical rockets... but I'm not sure.

As how the FTL drive works? Splendidly.

No really, he docks with a FTL ring thingy and just flies, don't ask any questions.

OKAY, FTL is, like always, THE impossible thing about all space settings. So, much like magic in fantasy, you can do what you want there, as long as, and this is key, keep it coherent. A top speed and how long and what does it take you to get there, and don't break those rules, don't go pulling off Holdo Manuevers. My idea is a vague "dark energy network" ships can ride, denser in some places than others, thus giving "terrain" to space (some routes are easier than others). The idea is also to call back to bush pilots and WWII airplanes, so there would be clouds and storms as the ships flies through "aetheric" space. The trip takes a few days, but it can take much longer or shorter depending on the currents: this also means that worlds in main currents will be more accessible, with lots of more remote worlds in harsher currents.

[pankowperfection]

Behind the scenes

Summary: You attend a photo shoot with Rudy, seeing him as JJ turns you on

Warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), choking kink, ring kink

A/N: requested by @writingjjfics - Hope you like it!

Rudy's hardworking attitude was always such a turn on for you. He really gave his all when it came to acting. On a few occasions, you had been invited to set so you could watch him work. Seeing him play the part of JJ so well, really digging deep to portray the anger and hurt his character was experiencing tugged on your heart strings. The rest of the cast was awesome to be around, welcoming you in to the family with open arms.

One day, Rudy had a photo shoot to get some promotional material for season 3. Wanting to spend as much time with you as possible, he asked if you minded tagging along, promising to take you out to dinner afterwards. You happily obliged, honestly just glad to see him in costume as JJ again.

You arrive to the shoot location and Rudy is quickly whisked away to the dressing room. An assistant directs you to a lounge area and you wait for him to return. As you are looking at your phone you hear footsteps approaching, when you glance up your jaw drops open. Rudy is dressed as JJ, blue cutoff t-shirt and tan overalls putting his toned arms on display. Bracelets and rings adorn his hands, drawing your eyes to his long fingers. His blonde hair was perfectly messy, hanging out from under the baseball cap he was sporting. He looked like he was ready to get his hands dirty, but all you could think about was getting him naked. "Well babe, what do you think?" he spins around slowly, letting you take in the full outfit. "Honestly? You look incredible. I see why all the fans go so crazy over JJ now." You couldn't pull your eyes away from him, and of course he caught you staring, giving you your favorite sexy smirk. He knelt down in front of you, ringed fingers sliding up your bare thigh while his other hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. "Maybe they'll let me borrow this for a bit. Sound good?" his finger trailed over your lips, waiting for your response. You had to fight the urge to suck it into your mouth, slowly nodding your head.

Watching him pose for picture after picture was torture. They had him pretending to work on an engine first, muscles flexing as he held tools in place. Next they had him bent down into the engine bay of a truck, giving you the perfect view of his chiseled back and rounded ass. You had to clench your thighs together to help relieve the ache, fighting the urge to let out a moan when he looked over at you with a sizzling gaze. The next part of the shoot involved him being shirtless, overalls hanging low around his hips. How anyone could focus on their jobs while looking at his body blew your mind. He took the photographer's direction so well, flexing his abs as he reached up to turn his hat backwards in signature JJ fashion, even biting his lip before cracking a smile. By the time he was finished you had soaked through your panties, no way were you making it to dinner without some relief first.

He walked over to you, grabbing your hand and leading you to his dressing room. He immediately shut the door and locked out, shoving you up against it causing you to let out a moan. He leaned in, breath tickling your ear as whispered. "I saw the way you were looking at me all day, like you would've let me fuck you right there on set. Think you can stay quiet and be a good girl for me?" Grinding his hard cock into your core, you bit your lip to keep a moan in. "I asked you a question y/n," he pulled back slightly, loss of friction causing you to whine. "Yes Rudy, promise I'll be quiet."

His lips were on yours in an instant, tongue sliding into your mouth as his right hand trails down to the hem of your shorts. Not trusting you to be quiet, he grabs the bandana from the shoot out of his back pocket, tying it around your head to act as a gag. When he's satisfied you can't make too much noise, he drops to his knees, dragging your shorts and panties down in one quick motion, bringing your left foot to rest on his shoulder. He wastes no time, immediately burying his tongue in your wet folds, finding your clit and starting to trace patterns over it. Your hands tangle into his hair, fighting to keep your eyes open to watch him pleasure you. He slides up the hand with rings, burying two fingers into your heat. You moan around the gag, legs already starting to feel weak. His other hand finds your ass, holding up your weight so you don't fall. In no time you are clenching around him, thighs shaking as you cum on his tongue. "Fuck princess, you taste so good." He licks up every drop before rising back to his feet, pulling out the gag and kissing you again so you can taste yourself.

Your hands slide to the overalls, reaching underneath to take his cock into your hand. You start stroking him quickly, causing his eyes to fall shut as he tries to contain his moans. He drags you over to the couch, bending you over the edge so your ass is raised and waiting for him. Teasing you a few times by sliding through your folds, you cry out. "Please Rudy, fuck me." He slams into you in one thrust, giving you no time to adjust. Sliding the bandana back into your mouth, his hand stops to rest on your throat, tightening his grip just the right amount to have you seeing stars. The only sounds in the room were skin meeting skin and both of your heavy breathing. He reached around to rub your clit, slowing down slightly to give you deeper and harder thrusts. "Come on princess, need you to cum for me." He circled his hips, cock brushing against your g spot each time. You came with a muffled scream, arms unable to support you anymore. He came a few moments later, thrusts growing sloppy as he filled you up.

He untied the bandana, finally freeing your mouth. Turning you to face him he gave you another passionate kiss. "Fuck baby, that was amazing," you smile up at him, earning you a dazzling smile in return. "If you think that was amazing just wait until after dinner." "Are you seriously taking me to dinner with your cum leaking out of me?" you asked with a laugh, sure he wasn't serious. "How about we order take out so we can get home and start round 2 sooner?"

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