#Engie bee

[soldier-bee]

THERES BEES AND COCKROACHES SWARMING ME WHY!?(I decided to do more detailed drawing of the buggs)

[scrunckled-idiot]

a little fella eatin' a jam sammich

(bonus 10 seconds after)

[cervinae-canine]

"Sweet Little Bumblebee, I know what you want from me, dododo dodada, dododo dodada :D"

- Bumblebee by Bambee

Oh God, now that song is stuck in my head ahhhh

(based his design on him in the comics; also they really made him so cute and attractive with the beard for no reason)

Proships DNI

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[wolfram-but-art]

sorry for being dead

[bluekiivi]

back home

[scuntactivities]

SCIENCE PARTY?!!???

here u go <3 I think they pull all-nighters together

also gunslinger origin

[feppepyro]

gave that spy i drew some friends =:]]c i wanted to do exclusively frenchman practice at first but the others just popped up out of nowhere

the ogs if someone needs them

[reinabeestudio]

Close Shave

Words: 1267

Relationships: Gold Waltz (Soldier/Cee)

A/N: I talked about this draft ages ago and finally it's DONE. Warning, it eventually gets rather suggestive. That said, there's nothing actually explicit. If I had to rate it, I guess I'd give it a 16+ (?). It's super corny and silly, I had a blast working on it ∋( :D

It even comes with its own art: a comm I got from @/beeholyshit featuring a scene from the oneshot ✨ You should read it. For context

*[divider]

Stroke. Rinse.

Stroke. Rinse.

Stroke. Rinse. The room was blanketed in a comfortable silence, only the sounds of the blade on the skin and their breathing filled the confined space. The base was often quiet after dinner, most of the mercenaries tired from the fighting during the day under the punishing heat of the desert. Soldier used this time to shave. He used to shave in the mornings... sometimes. Until he used the razor to stab a BLU son of a bitch in the throat, covering the blade in blood and little chunks of gore. A lost cause, thus he was left to use a straight razor he owned. An old gift from his father back when he was a teen growing his first stubble. A razor which belonged to his own grandfather. It had the family name inscribed on the handle: Doe. It helped his memory, looking at it and holding it. Never forget who you are, son. Using the straight razor forced him to go slow, and he didn't like it. But if there's something he learned as a trained soldier, it was to adapt. Even if that earned him a few more cuts and nicks before bed. And one day, Cee Doremi stepped in. She popped up behind him when he was on the way to his room, that was when she offered her help with the shaving. "I don't need help, Ms Doremi." "Perhaps. But such a hard-working veteran like you deserves to be serviced once in a while, yes?" Little minx, she knew how to short-circuit his brain with so little. Yet he willingly fell for it each time. He felt her presence behind him as he resumed the walk back to his bedroom.

That's how he found himself in this situation: laying down on the bed while resting his head on Cee's lap, his old helmet resting next to her, on the mattress. There was water dripping from his face down his shoulders and collarbone, drenching his white tank top.

Soldier's pale blue eyes didn't leave Cee's face for a second. She was so focused, her own gaze never shattering from her task. There was a light blush on her cheeks, barely noticeable on the dim light, and he found himself enjoying the sight above him. Her strokes were gentle yet steady, shaving his face with the straight razor, and her free hand cradling his own face with a tenderness that made fireworks go off inside his chest like the 4th of July. Her hand lifted his chin, exposing the column of his neck, and he had to internally sing the Star-Splanged Banner as he tried to not make a sound.

Her eyes flickered to his, and she smiled sweetly at him. Fuck, there was the short-circuit again.

"I'm almost done, sugar cube. Be patient." She leaned in closer, the blade grazing the warm skin. "The neck is a delicate part... Be a good boy and stay still." Cee's delicate fingers grazed his throat and his Adam's apple bobbed. Soldier bit back a groan at the contact, internally counting to five as he held back the impulse to reach out and pull her face closer.

Several minutes of silence later, the job was done. Soldier sat up, drying his face with a small towel she brought while she cleaned up and put the tools away. The towel was pure white with a flower pattern, and it was surprisingly soft.

Soldier looked at her as he wiped away the remaining shaving cream, really looked at her, taking in every detail of her. Her white hair, her hazel eyes, her kind smile, her small mole under the left eye, her calming presence. Why did she have to be so fucking beautiful? Why did she have to make him feel this way, like he was going crazy? He wanted to hug her, he wanted to yell at the sky. He wanted…

Cee's hand on his shoulder stopped his train of thought, bringing him back to reality. "Look at you. A true dashing American! Now you are ready to keep shooting people while looking handsome as ever," she said with a smile.

He wanted her.

Soldier pulled Cee flush against him and crashed his lips against hers in a desperate kiss with all the pent-up passion and longing he'd been bottling up, his hands coming up to grip her waist tightly. Cee let out a surprised sound, but she quickly started kissing back, and pouring every ounce of love for him into it.

He walked her backwards until her legs hit the edge of the bed, and then he pushed her down onto the mattress, crawling on top of her. When they finally broke apart, both of them panting heavily, he rested his forehead against hers with a dopey grin.

"Cee, you beautiful bastard. You drive me insane."

Cee laughed sheepishly. The blush on her face was more prominent now, and he really enjoyed the sight. "Being honest with you, sweet thing? I've been wanting to kiss you for a while. You have a kissable face."

Little minx, short-circuiting him even when he was on top of her. It's one of the many things he liked about her.

Soldier nuzzled into her neck then, peppering the skin with kisses. His hand slid lower, dipping beneath the hem of her black dress to caress the smooth skin of her thigh. He could feel the heat of her, the way her body responded to his touch. He let out a low, appreciative groan as Cee hugged his waist with her legs and pressed their hips together. There she was, already all warm and willing and ready for him. He forced himself to not tear the dress away.

When she surged up to kiss him, he leaned down to meet her, pressing his lips to hers deeply. Hungrily. His finger was on the hem of her underwear, ready to get it off, when a loud cry from outside pierced the night. Soldier and Cee looked at the door at the same time with panic while they listened attentively.

"Ouch, my freakin' leg! It hurts SO MUCH!" Scout whined. "Your stupid machines are broken, man!"

"I told ya, string-bean: don't touch the darn thing!" Engineer chastised with an edge of irritation. His voice was strained with effort. "Now shut it, or I'm droppin' you!"

The couple stayed still as rabbits caught in the headlights as the voices of the young Bostonian and the older Texan drifted off, until the buzzing of the fluorescent lights was the only sound plaguing the hallway outside.

Soldier was about to resume the make-out session, but Cee stopped him. Instead, she hopped off the bed. He observed her, how she opened the door, and how she looked both sides before going back inside, locking the door behind her this time.

"Coast is clear, sir," Cee said with a salute and a smile. "Permission to go back to bed, sir?"

Soldier chuckled and grinned up at her as he saluted back. How cute. "Permission granted." He opened his arms afterwards, gesturing at her to get closer. "C'mere, sweetheart."

Then she ran back to him, giggling gleefully when he caught her in his arms and pinned her under him again. His grin grew bigger when she leaned in to kiss him once more, smiling into the kiss. It was not like the desperate kisses from before, but something softer, more intimate. A promise of more to come, of finally starting to explore these feelings between them.

Perhaps shaving at night was not so bad, after all.

[2fort-adventures]

He's a hard worker

[tsarjozinzbazin]

i also think they should get silly bee themed skins

[beeapocalypse]

grinding my teeth. unsure of how far i can push kitty b4 she goes from offputting to straight goofy

[wolfram-but-art]

oh my goddd!!! that looks awesome :DDD

I wanted to draw @wolfram-but-art's design of Engie mixed with a bee! Go check out him, and vir amazing art!

[ratxbones]

Maybe engie bee with Solly? Helmet party or not whichever you prefer ^_^ You're artstyle is gorgeous btw!!

thank you!! have some bugs :]

[ashersbunker]

engie bee and soldier ant solly? 🥺

(i feel like i asked someone this before but i might have been dreaming. nothing is real)

I'm like, super late to this but I finally had an idea LOL

[scuntactivities]

For the silly billy that put their request in the reblogs instead of the submissions lol <3 @furry-with-a-pan

I'm working on the other submissions I promise

[prac-ticalproblems]

JAW DROPPED. HARDEST GASP OF THE YEAR.

"Bulls with horns".

that's cute

I didnt think so. Thought they're kind cool.

Hey, y'all ever heard of Bee Cave IC Tech?