#Engineer is Scout's personal heater

[megsiepoo]

            "Ya look pretty cozy to me. All bundled up snug as a bug in a rug." Scout rolled his eyes with a huff.             "Yeah, well, I'm not. Easy for you to say anyway when you're next to the freaking boiler room."             "Well, ya know you're always welcome in here, Scout." Engineer patted the spot next to him. "Why don't you come take a seat and get warmed up? I think I've got a blanket down here somewhere."             Scout wordlessly stepped towards the bench and took the offered seat. Even wrapped in layers, Engineer could see the subtle shivers emanating from Scout's body. But as he stood to go find the blanket, he felt a pair of slender arms wrap around his waist, tugging him backwards in protest. A second chuckle rumbled in his chest as Scout pulled him closer, snuggling into his back.

Let's give it up for day two! Featuring some cozy Engiescout

It was hard to pick a pairing for this one (Day 2 - weather/cozy) since there are so many good options for this. But it was ultimately going to be Engineer with someone. What can I say? I think the guy gives really good hugs.

Thanks for reading and feedback appreciated as always!

[littleguypumpkinsheep]

Sleeping with the mercs (literally) <3

Engineer: Has no concept of a sleep schedule, when he goes to bed is completely random every night. But the times when the both of you do go to sleep together, he’s very cuddly. He might be a little shy at first, but he gets over it once you wind up tangled in each others arms in the morning. His room is kept pretty simple I think, since he doesn’t stay in there often, but there’s some overflow of things from his garage. Sheets are light and airy from living in Texas, but the heater definitely comes on in the winter.

Scout: Also has no sleep schedule, though he’s more prone to passing out around midnight. Talkative up until the very moment he falls asleep because his mind is racing constantly. Probably still has a twin sized mattress so it’s pretty cramped, but he’s long and thin so cuddling makes enough room for both of you. He moves around a lot though, so sometimes the blankets end up on the floor in the middle of the night. Prefers to keep his room on the cooler side.

Demoman: Goes to bed pretty late, but it’s always around the same time. Very open to cuddling, loves to be the big spoon. Snores a little, but nothing too obstructive. Mattress is soft and squishy with big, thick comforters. Lots of quilts stacked on top of them that his mom made, which essentially act as a weighted blanket. Room is on the chillier side, but all the bedding prevents it from being uncomfortable. Sleeps like a rock.

Soldier: Has an extremely strict schedule and follows it exactly every single night with no exceptions. He’s kind of like a cartoon character in that he'll pull out a book, read one sentence, and then immediately pass out and start snoring. Doesn’t mind cuddling but you have to be the big spoon. His sheets and room are kept very plain, he just has the bare essentials and not much else. The bed is comfortable, though, and there’s a little raccoon stuffed animal he sleeps with every night. Room is kept pretty cold, but he’s warm so it’s okay.

Pyro: Has a set bedtime and routine they like to follow, which includes keeping a nightlight on. Bed is soft with tons of blankets and stuffed animals piled on top of it almost like a nest. If enclosed spaces feel secure and comforting to you, Pyro’s bed is the perfect place to be. Room is kept pretty warm. Heavy sleeper to a comical degree, if a fire alarm went off they’d still be snoozing. Curls up in bed like a cat.

Sniper: Goes to bed early, but doesn’t actually fall asleep until way later. It takes a while for him to get comfortable with the idea of sharing a bed with someone, but once he does, he’s very clingy and very affectionate. Loves to be both the big and little spoon, it doesn’t matter which. It’s definitely cramped in his van, which means cuddling is necessary if you both want to fit. It gets a little cold at night, so he layers a heated blanket over the rest of the bedding. Wakes up early in the morning.

Heavy: The only one with a healthy bedtime. He has a lamp next to his bed so that he can read a bit before sleeping, and sometimes he falls asleep with the book still in his hands. Bed is very very large and very very comfortable. Thick comforters, fur blankets, fluffy pillows, everything is built to keep heat in and the cold out. He’s like a personal heater, this man radiates warmth. Likes to sleep side by side with you so he doesn’t accidentally crush you.

Medic: You have to drag this man into bed, he will not sleep otherwise. He’s usually exhausted though, so he falls asleep quickly once he’s actually in bed. Likes cuddling and being cuddled, and his chest is the perfect place to lay on. His room is cluttered with jars of unidentified substances and creatures, books, medical tools, and scattered papers. His bed is the only cleared off space, mainly because he doesn’t ever use it. Room is chilly, but he also radiates heat so it’s never uncomfortable.

Spy: Usually goes to bed at around midnight. His living quarters and room are usually off limits to anyone but himself, so inviting you in is a big show of trust for him. He’s not much of a cuddler, but he’ll hold you for as long as you want if you ask him. Sheets and blankets are silky smooth and soft and have just the faintest smell of smoke. His room itself is very lavish with warm lighting. He has a fireplace that keeps the room nice and toasty.

[ao3feed-tf2ships]

Strong Arms Make Good Heaters

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62911078

by Megsiepoo

When Scout finds himself feeling cold and miserable in Coldfront, the only person who can make him feel better is a certain Texan with a penchant for solving practical problems.

Words: 1301, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Valentine's Week 2025

Fandoms: Team Fortress 2

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Engineer (Team Fortress 2), Scout (Team Fortress 2)

Relationships: Engineer/Scout (Team Fortress 2), Engineer & Scout (Team Fortress 2)

Additional Tags: Cold, Cold Weather, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Warm, Huddling For Warmth, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, PocketValentinesWeek, quick study, Texas Two-Step, Engiescout, Engineer is Scout's personal heater, Not that he really minds, No Beta We Die Like the Classics, Cuddling & Snuggling

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62911078

[xxiamtiebrousxx]

Chapter 1 "Storms" (The Medizin | Medic x Reader)

A storm unlike any other raged over the small, desert town of Teufort, New Mexico. The rain poured down hard on the roof of the RED base. The news people warned the residents of a possible flash flood. All nine RED mercenaries were in the living room. Demoman, Spy, Scout and Heavy sat at the table, playing poker. Engineer and Pyro were working on a puzzle on the coffee table. Medic, Sniper and Soldier watched the news. “WHAT’S A FLASH FLOOD?” Soldier yelled. Medic pinched the bridge of his nose. Soldier was a very loud person and he didn’t know when to use his inside voice. “A flash flood is flooding of low-lying areas, like a desert,” Engineer explained. “What does it have to do with a flash?” Soldier asked, more quietly.  “I dunno, to be honest,” Engineer answered.  “Perhaps because it’z very sudden,” Medic said. Soldier shrugged and changed the channel. As night fell, all the men retreated to their rooms. Spy thought it best to put sandbags at the foot of every door so no water would seep in. Everyone slept peacefully as the storm raged on. The wind screeched and the thunder roared. This terrible storm should’ve kept the men awake, but it didn’t.  The following morning everyone slept in, except for the doctor. Medic decided to get up early to make some coffee. He slipped on his bathrobe and slippers. He then headed downstairs. No water was to be found anywhere in the base. Archimedes was asleep, thankfully. That meant peace. Medic stared out the kitchen window. Most of the desert ground was still wet from last night. Nothing bad had happened. But something terrible had happened.  Outside, something was wedged into the mud. Medic noticed this. Whatever it was, it seemed to be breathing. He squinted and got a better look at the mysterious figure. He dashed out the door. Stuck in the mud was an unconscious woman. She was still breathing, luckily, but the problem was that she was shivering. “Please be alive,” the doctor whispered. He pulled the woman out of the mud and held her. Medic carried her bridal style into the med bay where he put her in one of the beds. He then turned up the heater. “Doktor? Vhat’s going on?” Heavy called out from the living room. “I’ll be out there in a minute!” he yelled. He removed the wet clothes from the woman, but kept her undergarments on and replaced the clothes with his own. The woman stirred awake. “Where am I?” she murmured. “Good morning Frau,” he said. He brought over his cup of coffee he never touched.  “What’s this?” she asked. “It’z a cup of coffee,” Medic replied. “You need to drink it.” she took the mug in her hands and blew gently. She gulped some of the coffee down and sat the mug down. “May I ask you a question?” she asked.  “Ja, what is it?” “Who am I?” she asked. “Yo doc! Where are you?!?” Scout called out. “I’ll be right back,” Medic said. The woman nodded and continued to drink the coffee. Medic rushed out of the room. “Where were you?” Engineer asked. “I have something to tell you,” he answered. “While I was looking outside this morning, I found someone wedged in the mud from last night’s storm. I brought her in and now she is drinking coffee in ze med bay.” "You bought someone in?" Scout asked. Medic nodded. “Fricking unbelievable!” “So who is she?” Spy asked. “She asked me who she vas just moments ago,” he said. “When I brought her in, she was shivering. I haven’t yet taken her temperature, but in my opinion, I believe she has caught hypothermia.” “Mfh hudda mfh huddah hud mfh (That’s not good, right)?” Pyro asked, still wearing his balloon unicorn onesies. “It's bad. One of the symptoms can be memory loss,” Medic explained. “Why don’t you go check on her, we’ll prepare breakfast,” Spy said. The doctor nodded and went back inside the med bay. Archimedes rested on the shoulder of the woman as she sipped the coffee. “Oh you’re back!” she said with a smile. Medic’s heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t comfortable around people, but this woman made him feel different. “Are you feeling better, fraulein?” he asked. She nodded.  “I give my

compliments to whoever made this delicious coffee,” she said.  “Zhat would be me,” Medic said, sitting next to her on the bed. She smiled. “You're welcome,” she said. “So, mind asking where I am?” “You’re in the RED base, near the town of Teufort,” he replied. “Zis is my home. I live with eight other men. Demoman, Heavy, Soldier, Scout, Sniper, Spy, Pyro, and Engineer.” “Are they your friends?” the woman asked. Medic nodded. “Are they nice?” “Ja, all though Soldier, he can be a little rough sometimes,” Medic answered. “And Pyro loves to set things on fire.” “I’d like to meet these friends of yours, if I can,” she said. “You can, but first you need rest,” Medic replied. “I vill let you rest and then I vill come back to take you to breakfast.” “That sounds good,” she replied. “Wake me up in a bit then.” Medic left the room. “Oh before you go, I need to know your name,” she said. Medic popped his head back in. “It’s Ludwig,” he answered. “Ok Ludwig,” she said. “My name is Y/n, I think.” “Y/n, I vill see you soon,” he said. Ludwig closed the door quietly. “So what did she say?” Spy asked. “She told her name may be Y/n,” Ludwig replied. “She isn’t entirely confident.” “I see,” Spy answered.  Moments later, the bacon and eggs were ready to be eaten. Ludwig returned to the med bay. He softly rubbed Y/n’s shoulders. “What is it?” she murmured softly. “Vake up Y/n, breakfast is ready,” Ludwig whispered. She opened her eyes.  “Ludwig? Is it time?” she asked.  “Ja, come along, Engineer had cooked some bacon for us.” Y/n got out of the bed. Her mud covered boots touched the ground as she stood up. With help from Ludwig, they were both able to get to the dining room. "That bacon smells good."

[rainofdauwuand0w0]

[Original post date on twitter: 12/15/21] Smissmass Resurgence

Scout:

Light Bulber

on hit: bleed for 4 seconds +50% bleed damage +25% range compared to grenade launcher Fires like grenade launcher, still deals base scattergun level damage -50% direct damage

Momma's Cocoa

Upon drinking: Gives 50% resistance to slows of any kind for 8 seconds -75% recharge rate -75% consumption speed

Snow Scooper

flat 25 damage dealt -25% swing speed

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+75% faster recharge rate Flat 10 damage on hit from rock-filled snowball projectile

Soldier:

Snow Lobber

+35% direct damage Enemies hit by splash or direct damage get slowed by 15% Your projectiles have an arc -75% clip size -65% splash damage -30% reload speed

That Christmas Greed

On wearer: +45% movement speed +65% melee resistance +25% projectile damge taken from projectiles -65% resistance to slows

Dealmaker

On hit: enemies will take 50% more damage from everything for 5 seconds While deployed: you yourself take 50% damage from everything

Pyro:

Seasonal Waker

(In comparison to dragon fury) +35% range +25% max ammo capacity +10% faster repressurization rate overall -10% projectile speed

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Alt-fire on allies give them a speed boost and makes them "wet" via the coffee (enemies only become wet)

Heated Whipper

You don't need to reload before shooting again +50% fire rate +50% max secondary ammo +20% splash radius On hit: 5% slow for 5 seconds(timer can be restarted on hit and go up 5%, up to 15%) -40% damage -30% range

Chef's Choice

+20% damage +35% more damage to burning targets -30% holster and deploy speed

Demoknight:

Snower's Boot's

On wearer: immunity to all slows +10% movement speed

Holiday Fear

On wearer: a huo-long heater-like aura that is 35% bigger in radius(aura slows enemies by 15%) +25% damage to slowed enemies

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+10% shield ram damage While charging: increase aura radius by 65% -75% recharge rate

Frost King's Blade

On hit: causes enemies to be "frosted" (-25% fire rate and -25% swing speed) for 5 seconds On kill: leave an ice statue of that person(even when taunt killed!) -30% swing speed

Heavy:

Siberian frost

On hit: enemies frosted for 2.5 seconds(hits reset timer) +10% damage +25% fire rate +50% max ammo On kill: freeze the enemy to a ice statue Fires ice bullet projectiles -30% projectile speed(compares to arrow)

Curated Cooler

On wearer: +50% fire resistance +15 hp -10% movement speed +10% damage taken from explosives

Frosty Claws

On hit: slows enemies by 30% movement speed for 5 seconds(effect must end before able to reapply) -25% damage -65% holster and deploy speed

Engineer:

Rapid Resupplier

+55% fire rate Fires large ammo packs that cost -20 metal per shot anyone can pick up the ammo packs -25% range

Gift Maker's Utensil

On wearer: +60 max metal +50% build speed Buildings act like their sapped when out of supplies -15% sentry turn speed

Brighter Wishing

Brighter wishing +60% faster redeploy speed You have festive themed buildings (Cryo-thrower sentry, snowman dispenser, and chimney dispenser) -20 up on wearer

Cryo-sentry Lvl 1:1 damage per tick, flame thrower range, slows by 5% on hiy Lvl 2:3 damage per tick, 5% range increase,slows by 10% on hit Lvl 3:5 damage per tick, another 5% range increase, slows by 15% on hit

Snowman Dispenser: Lvl 1:mini-cryo aura that slows enemies by 5%,-15% dispense rate Lvl 2:boosted slow to 10%, -10% dispense rate Lvl 3: boosted slow to 15%, -5% dispense rate

Chimney teleporter: Main feature: no trail left by allies yet puffs a big thing of smoke into the air whenever an ally (or disguised spy) uses the teleporter

Medic:

Healer's Headpiece

On wearer: Immunity to slow effects +50% health gained from lunch box items

Nostalgischermacher

+75% heal beam range -30% heal rate

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Winter's warmth("uber"):the longer you stay attached to an ally,the bigger buffs they gain,every 1% to the bar is +1% to every stat they have on their weapon, max of 100%,disconnecting your beam rapidly decays the "uber"

Krampus's Punisher

+100% melee range On hit: knockback enemy Damage ramps up as the further the person is Whip-like hitbox -35% damage

Sniper:

The Distant Lighter

On headshot: target gives off a huo-long heatmaker circle that it is big as the charge of the rifle's percent On hit:burn enemy for 5 seconds +50% burn damage Leaves a flaming trail from where it is shot -30% damage Cannot shoot when submerged like flamethrower

Australian Christmas

On wearer: +25% movement speed in water While wet: +60% damage resistance While wet: -50% crit resistance

The Big Whiff

+150% holster and deploy speed While deployed: give off a "scent", this scent causes enemy attacks to have a 50% chance to miss (akin to bonk) -85% damage

Spy:

The Haronem

on kill: gain a flame,each flame increases accuracy by percent per each flame(max 5 flames) +20% range +30% damage -20% accuracy -15% clip size -15% ammo capacity

The Gingerbread Stab

Alt-fire: eat your knife to regain 50 hp(regain knife 50% faster then spycicle in general)

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-80% damage while taking damage when this weapon is deployed, it has a 1/1000 chance to break

Portable Freezer

Upon destroying a building: instead leaves an ice statue, leaving no metal dropped 1 shot by wrenches -60% sapper damage

The Cold Alarm

upon cloaking, leave behind a ice statue, this statue cannot be walked through by enemies, and the statue disappears when you uncloak, poofing away in snow particles -30% cloak shimmer -20% fire resistance while cloaked

[jazz-miester]

Lying is supposed to be easy. So why do you make it so hard?

Pairing: Optimus Prime X Reader

Song: weathers- c'est la vie

Warnings: Bit of angst. Cursing.

An: A character/story idea I may never write. Let me know what all of you think!

A cigarette hangs loosely from thier lips. Unlit. The lighter they had pulled out wove around thier fingers. Y/n's mind still undecided if they wanted it lit or not. Granted, it wasn't a normal cigarette. Herbal. Some sort of lavender and chamomile medley.

They had promised to quite long ago. But some habits die hard and it's easier to find an alternative than fall back on old vices.

Thier hands shook slightly as they finally brought the lighter to the cigarette. On hand curling protectively around the flame and the wind howled around then.

Rain fell heavily down to the earth. The first rain in Jasper Nevada since god knows when. They needed it. Desperate for it.

God's knew they missed it. Some old memory locked away in thier mind. Cobwebs dusted away from thier not to long ago childhood.

They were barely into thier adulthood. Some would say.

It doesn't matter.

Smoke spilled out from between thier lips. Curling around and drifting into the cool air.

Thunder roared from the dark clouds. A sounding trumpet for lighting to follow.

Y/n's old chevy rattled with it. Thier heater sputtering a few times before finally giving up. Soon blasting cool air instead. They cursed. Smacking the dashboard.

"Mother fucker." They hung thier hand out the window. The cigarette almost put out by the wind. "First the fucking tire then this." Y/n hisses through thier teeth. They smack the dashboard one more time. "Last time I let someone else work on you." They turn the truck off. The silence sudden and heavy broken only by the rumbling thunder and rain smacking against the trucks roof.

Y/n checks thier phone. It was six now. Two more hours before nightfall. The tow company said they be here four hours ago. They wonder if the company decided to stay because if the rain. Wait for it to pass. Maybe this wind knocked down a power pole or two.

Or maybe the company was just lazy.

Y/n's stomach growled and they glanced over at the take out in the worn seat next to them. Chicken teriyaki and rice. Should they eat now? Probably. Before it got cold.

They blew out another huff of smoke. The window frame was wet now. As well as part of thier leg. They smashed the end of the cigarette into the ashtray and rolled thier window up. The hand crank sticking momentarily before letting go with a squeak.

They began to eat. Still keeping an eye out for the tow truck in the rapidly dimming light.

Halfway through eating thier phone buzzed. Rattling across the dashboard and onto the floor. Cursing they swallowed thickly and sputtered. Clearing thier throat before answering.

"Hello?" The phone cracked in and out. Reception was spotty this far out if town.

"We..... Can't..... Unable." Thier phone screen lit up. They held it out in front of then. The screen cracked. Obscuring part of what they could see. They looked at the number on the phone. Then to the one on the crumpled piece of paper.

"You have to be shitting me." They tossed the styrofoam back into the seat. The plastic fork falled to the ground. It was the tow company.

The bastards. Couldn't have called sooner.

Fuck it. They'd walk home and tow it themselves in the morning. Before work.

Or at least they would have if it weren't for the rumbling semi heading thier way. It came to a stop next to them. Engine deep and rumbling. It was fake. They knew. Ment to imitate earth's vehicles.

Thier phone rang. An image flashed across the screen with the caller id. Optimus. He had looked all to peaceful in that field to not take a picture.

"Hey Big Guy." They chuckled.

"Y/n. Hello. Is everything alright?" Y/n snorted. Oh fucking peachy they were. First they were late for work. Got yelled at by thier boss for shit they didn't do. Had thier piece of shit phone stolen so they had to go fucking find it. Paid sixty bucks to get it back. Had some dickhead think they didn't know shit about vehicles so they tried to scam them.

And the list goes on.

They looked over at the semi as they spoke.

"I'm fine Prime." Optimus rocked on his wheels.

"Are you sure? I was unaware one could drive with a blown tire." Y/n scoffed. Brows shooting upwards with disbelief.

"You sarcastic-" They cut themselves off. "You here to make fun of me?" The truck rumbled.

"No. I'm here offer help." He paused. "You have been here for over six hours." How. Oh ya. Patrol. They forgot he frequently came through here to and from base.

"I. Ya. I could use the help." They hated admitting that. That they needed help. They knew they could manage and y/n always felt like they owed the person back.

Optimus pulled in front of their chevy. An unspoken "I'll tow you" hung in the air. He would. Optimus knew they would come back shortly to get their truck back. Might as well help so they don't try to do it in the dark.

They were shivering and slightly soaked when they finally got in the driver's seat. Optimus wordlessly turns the heater on. Angling the vents to point at them.

"Sorry for tracking water in." Y/n muttered. Doing their best to wipe off any excess water that got inside.

"There's no need for apologies." The semi pulled away from the side of the road and began to drive. Slightly clicking gears as he rumbles downwards. Rain splattered across the windshield. Wipers working overtime to keep it away. They new it was more for them than him.

His headlights were dim, they noticed. Barley lighting up the old gray road.

It was silent. Comfortable.

It was dark now. Even more so without the full moon. Heavy cloads still cloaking the sky.

"Are the kids home?" Y/n broke the silence.

"Yes. I had to drop Rafael off at home." That's right. Bumblebee has been busy on a scouting mission. He's supposed to be back tomorrow. Short. By cybertronian standards.

It's been almost a month for us.

There's was flashing in the distance. Orange hues erie in the heavy rain. They can make out more shapes the closer they get. A red blob turning into a car. Two small blurs turned out to be a couple.

Optimus stops next to them at their urging.

Y/n hope out immediately. The rain quickly soaking through their thin shirt.

"What seems to be the matter?" Y/n asks. A woman turns around. Hand on her obviously pregnant belly. "Well shit." They mutter.

"Our tire blew out on the way to Jasper." The woman brushes a few strands of soaked hair out of her face. "Me and my son can't seem to get the tire changed. We umm." They look over at their kid. Some tiny teen trying to pull the bolts off the best they could. The car wast quite high enough off the ground either.

"Do you want help?" They already began rolling their soaked sleeves up thier arm. A simple tattoo wove from thier wrist up to thier elbow. A memento from a close friend. The woman nodded vigorously.

"Yes please." Y/n points the woman towards Optimus. They hope he wouldn't mind.

"Please Ma'am. I don't want you catching cold." Her cheeks flush. "The kid can help if they want. But they can get out of the rain if they want." The kid grins at them, missing one or two front teeth.

"I can help!" Y/n chuckles and pulls the tire iron gently from thier hands.

"Well then. Let's get going." They popped the bolts off one by one. They themselves straining despite the fact that could easily toss tires like these around. Y/n lifted weights to get stronger and boxed to defend themselves. Thier muscles flexing beneath thier shirt a testament to that.

"God. Who stuck these fu-friggen things on." The kid laughed.

"My cousin." Well damn.

It took a few moments and a bashed finger later to change the tire. Y/n was thoroughly soaked by the time they finished. Practically drowning from the rain.

They helped the women down and out from Optimus. Both of them none the wiser to the alien next to them.

The two got into the car and drove off. Y/n watches as the car gets smaller and smaller until the rain completely obscures thier view.

They grab into the handle next to Optimus's door and hoists themselves up. Smacking thier boots to get off any mud or debris before getting inside.

"Well now I'm even more wet." Y/n snorts and peels thier shirt off. They had a tank top underneath. It sticks to thier skin uncomfortably.

Optimus hums. The deep sound rumbling in the cab. Y/n pats thier pockets fully intending to light another cigarette before remembering where they're at. More precisely, who, they are with.

Instead they pull out a stick of gum. The minty flavor almost overpowering.

Optimus hums again. A sign they've come to find, was of him thinking. A habit he never broke of even after becoming Optimus Prime. Perks of being his charge they guessed.

They never knew why he did that. Became thier guardian. Y/n was well enough an adult. Had a house, payed the bills. They never understood and didn't plan on it anytime soon. Optimus was Optimus and he does what he does. He was one of the few people they never second guess thier opinion.

They held a lot of respect for the old mech.

More so than a lot of people in thier life. They wondered if he knew that. He could tell them to leap off a cliff and they would. Trusting him to be there to catch them.

It took a lot to earn that trust. And they had given it to him. With shaking palms and to high walls.

'Here'. Their actions said. 'Here is the key. Open the door and you hurt me. Guard it. Please. Because I am unable to anymore.'

And Optimus did. Because Optimus is Optimus. A being to good for this world.

Y/n had a scar that reached from thier shoulder to the small of thier back. It would have killed them if Optimus didn't step in. They got the relic. Optimus got thier trust and friendship.

"You do that often." Y/n head jerks up from where it had been resting against the window. Startled from thier thought.

"Do what, Prime?" Optimus slowed down. Rolling to a general stop at the battered stop sign.

"Help others without question. Despite it often being inconvenient for you." Y/n pops thier gum. Thinking.

They never really thought about it. They just did what felt right.

"And?" They scratch at thier neck.

"Why?" A simple one word question. Might as well been a loaded gun. They knew exactly where he was taking this.

"Because I can. Because it's the right thing to do. Because I'd want someone to do it for my friends and family." Optimus rumbled his engine. Pulling off to the side of the road.

Son of a bitch. He's gonna make them do feelings now?

Last time it was from a simple, yet self deprecating joke. Last thing they will joke about around him again was being dumber than a box of rocks. Who knew the old guy could be so silently, and heavily caring without a single word.

"And what about you? Would you not like help as well?"

The rain lessened to a drizzle now. No way we're they gonna do this shit. Not again. Don't make them face things yet.

Y/n reaches to open the door.

Optimus locks it shut.

"Fucken hell man." They mutter. Not for the last time they began wishing for an actual cigarette.

"Hmm." They sunk down in the driver's seat uselessly pushing at the gas pedal urging for him to go on.

"You can ask. You do know this." Y/n chuckles.

"I did." They wave thier hand at the steering wheel. "I called the tow company. Not my fault they didn't call me till forever later." Optimus sinks down on his tires. If they don't wrap this up now and tell him what he wants to here they'll be here forever.

But he can tell when they're lying.

They both loath and like it.

They can be truthful to him. But sometimes it hurts. Because he makes them feel. He makes them know.

They're people to. And they deserve so much more that they give themselves.

Deserve more than the punishing pace they put themselves through.

"And no one else? What would you have done after?" Y/n shrugged thier shoulders.

"Walked home and make tomorrow me deal with it. They're a bitch in the morning but they get shit done."

Shit.

"And you would call no one? Again?" They shake their head.

"It's just a tow Optimus. Not me bleeding the fuck out." They feel bad. A sour taste in thier mouth as they bite their answer out.

"You where feverish and unable to walk last time." His voice was low. Almost sad. He was upset without showing it.

He cares. Cares so much.

He cares enough about me for the both of us.

"It's fine."

"No."

"I.." I shiver. The heater turns on. "Lying 'spose to be easy. Why do you make it so fucking hard." Optimus rumbles.

"Because you care." He's right.

"And so do I. I am here. Always. No matter what. No matter how trivial you think it is Y/n. I am here. And, as you like to say, I am stuck to your side whether you like it or not." He begins to drive. His words stick to me.

"I know. It's hard." Its hard when you don't think you deserve it. Any of it.

I lay my hand on the center of the steering wheel.

"I know. I know. But I will tell you again and again. Until you truly believe it y/n."

I was lost before him.

God's I hate that he makes me feel. Feel more than I ever have. But he got me to quite one bad habit. And he's working on the other.

[tootfootroot]

What if the Mercs S/O ia always freezing no matter what and always trys to steal heat from them?

Scout:

- “Well damn (y/n), I can’t control the weather!”

- Makes sure you bring your jacket everywhere

- Is totally down to hold you close everywhere you guys go to keep you warm

Soldier:

- Always willing to lend his jacket to you

- Cuddles you extra tight at night

- Holds your face when it’s cold

Pyro:

- LIGHT ALL THE FIRES (jk)

- Always keeps a fire roaring in the fireplace

- Makes you warm beverages whenever (tea, coffee, hot cocoa)

Heavy:

- “Come here, leetle one.”

- Lets you wear his jackets that are always huge on you

- Keeps the heat on even when it gets too hot for him

Demo:

- Lends you his sweaters (and doesn’t expect them back)

- Kisses your nose when it’s cold

- Makes you spicy alcoholic beverages that’ll warm your stomach up

Engineer:

- Builds you a personal heater

- Holds you close at all times

- Lets you hog the blankets

Medic:

- Takes your vitals to find out why you’re always cold

- Lets you wear his lab coat when you’re both in his cold lab

- Will sometimes cocoon you by wrapping his lab coat around you while he’s still in it

Sniper:

- Yelped when your cold toes touched his legs for the first time

- Still jumps when your cold hands/fingers/face touch him but not as bad

- “Let’s get you warmed up, (y/n).”

Spy:

- Sits you in his lap in front of his fire place

- Kisses your cold fingers

- Buys you expensive woolen sweaters

[crossoverchaos]

Cuddles w/ TF2 Mercs

Look at that, we aren't dead. Just really bad at updating. Have apology headcanons! -Mod Kit

Scout: Big spoon. You could swear he is a dog with the attention he wants. He is a human space heater that makes you feel nice.

Sniper: Little spoon, He places his S/O on his chest and throws the blanket over them. Falls asleep 90% of the time

Spy: Big Spoon, he does it in secret seeing as he wants to keep his secrets. Great if you want some attention

Heavy: Big Spoon, He doesn’t need to give the blanket he is the blanket. He is very easy to fall asleep on.

Pyro: They absolutely love cuddles. They can be either the big or little spoon depending their S/O. They are comfortable and easy to fall asleep on.

Engineer: Big spoon. Very comfy to cuddle. They make you feel calm and safe. The best person for cuddles if you want to calm down.

Medic: Honestly probably isn't the best to cuddle with. Would not suggest it. Warm yes, comfortable, no. Good chance of “Did you just stab me with a needle?” “It was a flu shot.”

Demoman: Lays on you in strange ways much like a cat. Depending on how exactly he lays with his S/O, it can he either comfortable or uncomfortable. Otherwise, good cuddles

Soldier: Little spoon. Gives a feeling of safety. Not that comfortable to fall asleep on, but great if you just want to lay there and watch a movie with someone.

[voidselfshipp]

The Copper War

Chapter 2

Ok to rb

Tw:blood mention

The old base was dirty, dust and sand accumulated in the entrance.

--Youll meet with your co-workers in a bit--pauling said--Meanwhile go unpack..

Jerico nodded--I Will...and uh pauling?,thanks for accepting me here, I ,I wont let you down.

The woman smiled--Its good to have you here, I know you wont

A small smile appeared on his face as the woman left.

And with lazy steps he Walked to the last room on the second floor,and opened the room.

It was small,cozy, an electric heater, a small fan were near the bed.

Red covers, presumably for one person,and a fluffy pillow.

Infront of it,against the wall, a desk with a cork blackboard.

His familiars went to lay on the bed,And he unpacked.

--Oh...there they are--he grabbed some books and left them on his desk.

And a heavy feeling in his chest set in when he grabbed picture of him and his dad.

--Ill make you proud dad...--he whispered to himself,leaving it with the books.

And once everything was tidily put in its place he Walked to the kitchen,singing to himself holding vica in his arms,walking down the stairs into the kitchen.

-- Someday he'll come along

The man I love

And he'll be big and strong

The man I love

And when he comes my way

I'll do my best to make him stay

He'll look at me and smile

I'll understand

And in a little while

He'll take my hand

And though it seems absurd

I know we both won't say a word-- He sang to himself,as the water boiled,unaware of the men entering the kitchen.

The team went to meet their New recruit, what they found was a Man in his thirtys singing cheesy love songs.

--Maybe I shall meet him Sunday

Maybe Monday, maybe not

Still I'm sure to meet him one day

Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day

He'll build a little home

Just meant for two

From which I'll never roam

Who would, would you

And so, all else above

I'm waiting for the man I love

He'll build a little home

Just meant for two

From which I'll never roam

Who would, would you

And so, all else above

I'm waiting for the man I love

Suddenly the New merc stops singing when he finds his team just...standing there as if they were enchanted by his voice.

Pyro,who had their usual battle Gear giggled, and hugged him, greeting them.

--Oh hi, im jerico, Jerico von terra--he said scratching the back of his neck.

--Im scout--A boy,around twenty said--Ya have a nice voice kiddo

--Ah...thanks--Jer answered.

--anyaway let me introduce ya to these morons--scout said-- The grumpy drunken cyclops is demo,the creepy freak that just hugged you is pyro, the big guy is--

--Names Heavy--A thick russian accent said approaching jerico, he was way bigger than him--You have nice voice

--Ah shmucks thanks-- Jeris cheeks Turned bright baby Pink as he awkwardly toyed with his necklace.

--Im zhe medic!nice zo meet jou!--a german Man,maybe in his fifties,still handsome from the New mercs eyes shook his hand-- and ja,zhats blood

Jer shook his head and smiled-- yeah I can see that

The german doctor was taken back--Joure not grossed by it

--eh--jerico shrugged cleaning his hand-- ive seen worse

Suddenly medic perked up with a huge grin'--I already like him!

Jeri chuckled Rolling his eyes.

--engineer,nice to meet ya partner

--nice to meet you too!

--Im zhe spy, and zhe bushman besides me is sniper

After the Introduction some of them left back to their things,not before acting distracted,as jerico kept singing, now quietly.

--He'll build a little home

Just meant for two

From which I'll never roam

Who would, would you

And so, all else above

I'm waiting for the man I love...

When he finished singing however, spy,among sniper,scout and medic bawlled out the room,nobody could know they had feelings!.

--howd ya learn to sing so nicely?,if ya dont mind me askin' --engie Inquired.

--Eh, practice I guess,I really enjoy it,anyway! Ill go by your workshop later,Im workin on some cool stuff to kick greys Manns ass

--Didnt know you knew about machines too son

Jeri giggled--nah im just a kid that knows a lot about steam powered machines,I have a phd and all

--Damn son, thats some old tech --The New merc shrugged and Suddenly pyro talked,or mumbled specifically.

--im sorry...I dont understand

--Pyro asks if they could join ya while ya work

--sure!,I have some snacks if you get hungry

Pyro stood up and grabbed jericos arm dragging him so both could go to Jers room.

While working, pyro took off their mask--Hey!-They said sitting besides him.

--Oh hey pyro whats up?whyd take your mask off?

--I just dont like showing my face much you know? Besides you seem pretty cool, Names lexys!

--Heh thanks lex

And so back to work he went.

[multi-purpose-tool-guy]

9, Techienician!

comin right in with the angst eva, alright, i see how it is XD also this is 1.6k and kinda got away from me, sorry!! 

9. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

6:15pm, on the dot, Techie arrives at his apartment and walks his bike through the gate and into the garden. At approximately 6:22 he sits down at his desk with a hot tea, checks his emails. He turns on the tv, ready to settle into a few episodes of bake off until Matt gets home, sometime between 8:12 and 8:37, depending on traffic.

8:15, Techie opens his phone and goes through a few rounds of 2048, distracted. 8:25, he refills his tea.

8:34. He sends Matt a text full of silly emojis, an excuse to see if he’ll read it at a red light or something, and Techie will know he’s almost home.

8:46. Sent, but unread. He refills his tea again, adds more sugar than he normally does. He moves from the living room to sit in in the entryway, tucked against the window on the reading bench. A few more games on his phone until he can’t concentrate, checks the text. Still unread.

He opens the email app with a hurried jab at the screen. Maybe he had to stay late at work, his boss was always dumping work on him (or so Matt liked to complain). His inbox refreshes with a few junk messages, nothing from Matt. He refreshes it four more times, just in case. Maybe he was sending one now? He flicks on the notification sounds so he doesn’t miss it, he almost never has them enabled.

He’s probably stuck at work, covering any loose projects before the weekend. Most people slacked off on Fridays, and somebody has to get the work done, Techie thinks. But Matt would text him, let him know he was going to be late. He checks the text. Unread. They were going to order pizza tonight, they’d planned it, and their favorite place closes at 9:30.

Matt’s never been this late before.

At 9:01, Techie starts to worry.

He calls Matt’s phone and it goes straight to voicemail. He’d picked up a charger for Matt to keep at work when he found a Kylo Ren themed one at the dollar store, so his phone shouldn’t be dead. Something must be wrong.

He calls it five more times, Matt’s gruff leave a message, or whatever making his throat feel tight by the third time. He paces in front of the window, googles his work’s public number. It goes to the automatic answering service, directing any after-hours callers to leave a message. He doesn’t, hangs up, and checks his email again while he tries to get a handle on his breathing (which is suddenly very fast, short choppy breaths.

No new emails.

Text message still unread.

He sends a few more, trying not to let the clenched-tight-ness of his insides show through his words.

Hey! Heading home yet?

Should I go ahead and order the pizzas? Mushrooms and olives, right?

Matt?

He paces, holds his phone tightly in his hands. He triple checks that the volume is up, then he checks again. His tea gets cold.

At 9:42 he can’t breath. He checks online for any news of car accidents, doesn’t find anything. That could be a worse sign, what if he’s hurt or-or worse and no one knows? What if help doesn’t arrive on time? What if someone came into Matt’s IT office with a gun, like so many places he sees on the news? What if Matt’s phone is off because some horrible person shot it to bits when Matt tried to call for help?

The texts are all unread. leave a message, or whatever. No new emails. Our normal business hours are 9am to 8pm, Monday through Friday-.

9:45. Techie can’t breath.

He calls Armitage, because he doesn’t know what to do and Matt still isn’t home.

Armitage doesn’t answer. He calls again and again, leaving stuttery and tearful messages that are probably unintelligible anyway, and he can feel the scream building in his throat until he remembers. It’s his brother’s anniversary, with Ben, and they’re out to dinner right now. He told him about it, weeks ago, there are pictures of them dressed sharp and dreamy-eyed on his facebook feed, posted an hour ago. He sucks in a truncated breath, forces it out as smooth as he can. Tidge is busy, but he’s safe.

10:04, Techie loses the fight with his composure. Tears spill down his face, breathing chopped into pieces by hacking, high-pitched sobs. He pulls his hair, sinks to the floor. His phone is open on the floor near his foot, the only light in the room now dark with the blanket of night settled firmly in place. Message: sent. Unread.

————–

Matt slams his palm down on his steering wheel, the car’s horn blaring at the idiot in front of him taking a goddamn eternity to parallel park on a busy residential-adjacent street.

He’s late, really late, and his boss is an asshole. All he wants right now is to be out of this bullshit traffic, lose his pants and his stupid polo shirt, and have some pizza. He hopes Techie ordered ahead, he’s fucking starving.  

Finally, finally he pulls into the driveway and as the headlights sweep over the apartment he tenses. Techie is sitting outside, huddled on the front steps in one of Matt’s thicker coats, and he startles to his feet before Matt can even kill the engine.

He steps out, the car door groaning as he slams it closed. “Babe? What’s wrong? It’s cold as fuck out, what-”

“Don’t you ever do that again!” Techie shouts, or the closest Matt’s ever heard him get to doing so. He’s also– fuck, is he crying?

“I know, I know, it’s fucking- I’m really sorry, my phone-”

“You ca-an’t do that to me Matt, f-fuck, I thought you were dead!” Techie is trembling all over, Matt can see he’s not wearing shoes and his feet are pink with the cold. He chokes out a sob and Matt takes a step forward.

“Baby, what-? My dumbass boss let Cal and Rena take off after lunch and somehow forgot to tell any of us, and he strong-armed me into staying. I almost punched him Techie, I was really fucking close-”

“I called, I texted you,” Techie says to Matt’s shoes, quieter but hard, defensive.

“Right. Uh. I tried to argue with him and I got into it and I sort of…” He pulls his phone from his back pocket, shows techie the cracked and darkened screen. “I’ll replace it first thing tomorrow.”

He steps closer, right in front of Techie now, and he doesn’t back away but he doesn’t move forward either. That’s not a good sign.

“So you, you broke your phone okay, but. You could have sent an email, I kept checking…” He still won’t look at him. Matt puts his hands on Techie’s shoulders, rubs his thumbs in slow circles. Please look at me, they say, I didn’t mean to scare you.

“You’re right, I should have. I’m sorry, babe, I guess I just.” He takes a deep breath, turns his head to the sky, lets it out through his nose in one big push. He’s home, he’s with Techie, he needs to calm down. “I just wanted to get the work done and get home, as fast as possible. I’m an ass but my boss is a bigger one, I’m really sorry.”

Techie sniffs, loud in the crisp night air, and Matt pulls him close, wraps his arms around him. He feels Techie’s hands lift weakly around his back. That’s a slightly better sign.

“You just, you can’t do that Matt, I can’t… I can’t do this…” He’s mumbling into Matt’s chest and he huffs, annoyed. Does Techie thinks he scared him so bad on purpose?

“Tech, I’m sorry, but I literally had no choice. He made some smartass comment about cutting hours to people who ‘don’t pull their weight’, which is bullshit because I’m not the one who took a half day, but he’s got a complex and we have bills and shit.”

Techie takes a half-step away and meets his eyes fiercely, taking Matt’s face in his freezing hands. “I’m not mad at you for getting held over, I’m not- I was just worried, okay? I can’t shut my brain off, it doesn’t, it doesn’t work like that. It’s fine if you have to stay, if you’re late, you just have to tell me, okay?” He closes his eyes and takes a breath, sniffs again.

“Just make sure I know you haven’t been kidnapped or murdered, and I’ll be okay.”

He tries a weak smile up at him, and Matt is cold and hungry and still a little angry but he gives him a smile back.

“Okay, I promise. Scouts honor,” He holds up three fingers in muscle-memory, and then shivers visibly. “Fuck, babe, it’s freezing, why aren’t you wearing shoes? Let’s get inside.”  

Techie shivers violently as if his body is just remembering that it’s freezing, like his panic had been keeping him warm and was now ebbing away. Matt swiftly bends and scoops techie up into a bridal carry and he squawks, Matt’s parka bunching up around his face.

“I should probably carry you, y’know, so you don’t get frostbite.” Techie snorts and rolls his eyes, wipes his cheeks dry. They pass the threshold and Matt kicks the door closed, and he takes an investigative sniff of the air.

“Pizza?” He sets Techie down and rubs their noses together.

“No pizza, I had a panic attack for dinner.”

Matt groans and he kisses Techie’s cheek in apology, while privately his heart breaks. Techie had been making real progress dealing with his anxiety, winning lots of little battles, and Matt swore to himself then and there that he would never be the source of Techie’s pain, never again.

He pulls Techie into the living room, cranks the heater up, and orders Thai.

send me a pairing and a number! 

[shmuzzieheart]

Spycicle-Secret Santa

I was @morpheusenmemori‘s secret santa, and I decided to write a short Spy story involving a certain weapon of his.

It appeared the theme for the night was cold.

It had been cold outside.  Troublesome drifts of snow waited for an invisible man’s foot to leave a print, spread out over the ground like pearlescent mines in a minefield.  The wind whipped his masked face, a sheet of sharp blades wrapping around his body and cutting his throat with every inhale.  Puffs of steam from his mouth could not be disguised with any form of Inviswatch.  It was a curse to him and his years of training in stealth.

Inside it was still cold.  The cool grey-blue walls he was in now radiated the same wintery temperature of outside.  He could feel it when he had to press up against the walls to sneak past a blue-clad Pyro.  It echoed up from the floor to his feet and continued through his legs.  Doors would open and heat would leave from the room along with those inside it, giving him a merciful wave of warmth.

But the coldest thing was the object in his hand.

Freshly created by the Engineer was something the Texan called ‘The Spycicle.’  A shard of forever-frozen ice sat in his hand, chilling down to the bone.  At first he had been wary of it, expecting it to melt as soon as he left the base.  But now, now the cold object in his hand gave him a certain glee.  It was cold in a way that he felt was dangerous.  It was the cool shudder running down your back when you’re alone in a room but feel eyes on you.  It was the shock of icy fear when you knew danger and death was closing in.  It was the frozen sting of an icy blade sliding into your back as a bone-chilling laugh pushed into your ear, echoing as your conscious went into oblivion.

What weapon was more suited for someone like him?

Thinking of his new weapon in this way made the nonsensical construction of it somehow make sense to him.  A childish sort of feeling came over him, when a kindergartner raises a toy weapon and claims to be the king of the kingdom.  With this newfound sense of empowerment he slunk through the BLU’s base, dodging people and ducking into hallways.  Here and there he went through the so-familiar yet so-different base of his enemies until he reached a room with a blue sign beside the door.

Intelligence Room

A blue briefcase sat on the table behind the large man guarding it.  The cold, smart eyes resting in the head of the muscle-bound mercenary held a sense of intelligence to be not only respected but feared.  None could melt them or crush the ice in them into submission.  None but his family and comrades.

And so the chill within them melted into warm blue pools as an excitable young man entered the room.  He carried a baseball bat, lazily twirling it around.  Though the action held a sense of carefree nature, there was still an air of energy around him.  A cocky smile rested on his lips, full of youthful arrogance.

“How’s it going big guy?” Scout asked, walking up to the large man.  Heavy chuckled down at his teammate.

“Boring,” he responded with a rumble.  “But, is task.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t see me doing this.”  He gestured to the brief case.  “I gotta be doing something besides just standing here.  Don’t know how you do it.”

“Patience.  Is good trait to have.”  Heavy’s lips slid up his face at an amused angle.  “You do not have it.”

Scout gave Heavy a playful smack to the arm.  “Hey, I can be patient!  I can totally be patient!”

“Can you?”

“Yeah!  What, you think I can’t?”  Scout crossed his arms.  “Watch me.”  He went to the other side of the desk and stood as still as his teammate, earning a hearty chuckle that shook the floor beneath them.  Heavy shook his head and resumed his stance, not bothered a bit.  The young man could be an annoyance at times, yes, but also the funniest person in the base.  He could make standing here much more entertaining.

Within a minute Scout’s leg was bouncing.  At two his lip started to twitch.  Another minute went by and he started to swing his baseball bat back and forth.  He reached the five minute mark before he finally let out an exasperated groan, his knees buckling a bit in defeat.

“Why is this so boring,” he said, saying it as a statement more than asking it as a question.  Heavy burst out laughing as he continued with, “This is literally the most insanely boring thing to do!  I could be drinking hot chocolate or sitting in front of the heater or something.”

He turned to Heavy and grabbed the collar of his shirt, the larger man still laughing.  He shook him a bit with his hand not holding the bat, which was more of Scout shaking himself attempting to move the giant in front of him.  “How do you do it, man?  How?!  Tell me your secret.”

Heavy stopped laughing long enough to look Scout in the eye and simply say, “Patience.”  The look he got from the younger threw him into another wave of booming laughter.  He ducked down a bit, and Scout pretended to knock him on the head with one hand, fake choke-holding him with the other.

“Ahahaha,” Heavy wiped the tear from his eye.  “Oh that slaps me on the-”

A quick, sudden feeling of cold against his back sent a shockwave of familiar fear through his blood in an act of muscle memory.  Smoke flooded his vision, and the last thing he heard before his entire body flooded with a feeling of dread and chill was a familiar, tobacco-scented chuckle.

Spy was just as surprised as his victim as he stepped backwards to get a better view of the ice statue in front of him.  Heavy was bent down, a hand on his knee.  His face was in the middle of transitioning from laughter to shock.  The masked man blinked a few times, reaching out to touch the frozen mercenary.  Heavy was cold as death, the chill seeping beneath Spy’s glove.  At first he marveled over this.  Then, realizing it was caused by his new weapon, he looked down at his Spycicle and held it carefully in his hand.  

A weapon dealing out icy death and turning his victims into statues, freezing their looks of pain and surprise on their dead faces.  This was his now, and he was free to use it as he pleased.  A cold grin spread from ear to ear, baring teeth.  He chuckled to himself, and gave the statue a little push.

Without the consciousness to hold himself still, Heavy fell to the ground.  His body cracked and shattered, giving Spy another laugh.  Swiping the briefcase from the desk and running to the nearest door, he snorted as the alarm went off to signal the intelligence had been stolen.  He went to the nearest window and stabbed it with the Spycicle, kicking through the ice that formed over it.  The masked man leapt out the space left behind and rushed to his car, shining ruby red in the gleam of snow and starlight.  

They wouldn’t know what happened.  A frozen corpse?  How was that possible?  Who could’ve done it?  Had the RED team found a way to entirely freeze a person?  What should they do?

Well, Spy knew what they should do.  

Winter is the time for holidays and family get-togethers.  A time for candy, cookies, and snowmen.  But, the warmth can be overrun with cold.  And what should be done when faced with the cold?

Be afraid.  Be very afraid.  Because a careless person caught within the mercy of an invisible, chilly wind of winter will be faced with either life or hypothermia.

Spy held hypothermia in his hand.

And he was very excited to dish it out.

[hostelfish]

Peak to Bleak

I just bought kitty litter.

And no, it’s not because I have a cat, nor (unfortunately) is the hostel getting a cat. I bought kitty litter because two good-Samaritans just heaved and hoed for about 45 minutes to help get my car out of a ditch. It was an unfortunate situation, for sure. There I was, high up on the Peak to Peak road in the dark, with the snow cascading down in thick and heavy fluffs. The wind was whipping, the snow was sticking fast, and with every attempt at correction, my car was sliding further and further away from where I needed it to be.

My original plan had been to park at the Sourdough Trailhead overnight, then get up early for a long snowshoeing hike. I’m no stranger to sleeping in the car, but the sudden onslaught of snow had made me think better of sleeping way up on the mountain. To tell the truth, I’d already been stalled once in the Sourdough parking lot, which hadn’t been completely plowed. I was able to dig myself out, easily enough, however. Nevertheless, the last thing I wanted was to be snowed in.

While on the way back down to Nederland, I decided to use one of the pull-offs, momentarily. It was a wide pull-off and the snow looked shallow, yet as soon as my right-side tires met the edge of the asphalt, they sunk. I realized this instantly, but could not maintain the momentum to come back out of it. With every attempt to recover, backwards or forwards, the front of my car slipped further down the (very) slight decline. The main problem was a 2-inch lip of asphalt that the tires couldn’t gain enough traction to overcome. Unlike the brief situation in the Sourdough parking lot, I could tell this might just pose a real problem. Thankfully, this was all taking place on the main road that connects the small and eclectic mountain towns of Nederland and Ward. It wasn’t all that long before a passing car took notice of my predicament and offered to help. He was a light hearted, middle-aged man named Ron, and he was adamant about helping. Despite his straining and shouldering, and me rocking the engine, we made no progress. After several attempts and about 15 minutes, he was close to throwing in the towel. I didn’t blame him. This was my burden, and I felt embarrassed having him help, with the weather as it was. He started walking back to his car and I got back to work, scraping out ruts with a ski pole. I noticed another car drive by slowly and a man lean out to talk with him. A few moments later they were both walking back my way.

Long story short; we slipped and strained, and dug in and heaved all the more. Progress was slow and frustrating. Every time we thought we had it over the lip, it stubbornly resisted. At one point, a car barreled by and sent an extra whirl of wind and snow our way. Ron said, “I thought it was mandatory to stop on the Peak to Peak...this guy…” With one more person pushing, we most likely would have had it with just one more go. Nevertheless, we persevered. I was straining with all my might and will power. Finally, having progressively inched into the best possible position, and with floor mats under the tires for extra traction, we were able to will the car over the edge and fully back onto the road. I was breathing heavily, my hands were numb, and my sweater sleeves were soaked. I thanked them profusely, and offered bottles of whiskey as tokens of appreciation. “Ah, man. I just hope you stop next time you see someone stuck and pay it forward.” I certainly will.

               Despite venturing to, and driving in, the mountains my entire life, it seems I still have some things to learn. Namely, I’ve learned to be weary of using shoulders and pull-offs while snow is on the ground, for they can be deceiving. Any sort of decline will be accentuated with snow and ice. Unless you are certain about the area you are pulling over to, and absolutely need to, it’s a good rule of thumb to avoid stopping. Furthermore, I learned a valuable lesson in mountain ethics. If someone appears to be in need of assistance, investigate the scene and lend a helping hand if you can. You never know when you might need the same.

All in all, there’s nothing more important than to adhere to that famous ole Boy Scout slogan of “Be Prepared.” I was prepared, as far as clothes and blankets go. I even had a small heater and some canned food. I was, however, lacking in resources to help me get unstuck. When going on excursions into the mountains, especially during this time of season, it is imperative to be prepared for anything. I would advisegathering some provisions, just in case. Include: Extra warm clothing/blankets, flashlights, kitty litter, a small shovel, food, water, aaaaaaaand…a tow strap! I keep a medium sized box in my car with all of these items now, just in case. Don’t let the snow keep you from having an awesome, mountainous adventure, just understand that it has inherent risks and prepare accordingly.

[rainofdauwuand0w0]

[original twitter post date 4/11/21] times have changed

scout:

Scout's Personal Rifle

+150% ammo capacity and clip size +50% damage You can scope in but move 25% slower While scoped, headshots mini-crit Crits boosting just gives you mini crits instead -50% reload speed

Agitated ale

Upon drinking: Gain +75% melee damage and instantly swap to melee, the effect lasts for 10 seconds though in those ten seconds, you can't switch off melee -90% recharge rate

Spy and Engie's Gift

+15% damage Upon hitting back: mini-crit

-15% swing speed

Alt-fire: +80% throw range Upon throw: wherever the ball lands is where you will be teleported to +55% arc speed -120% recharge speed

Soldier:

Tavish's Rum-powered Launcher

+35% splash damage +10% projectile speed +15% max primary ammo On hit: make enemies "drunk" (Drunk = tilt FOV and invert movement controls) -25% fire rate -15% direct damage

Tavish's Chugger

On wearer: +25% healing from all sources -15% movement speed +25% damage taken from fire

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+55% recharge rate On use: give allies the ability to make enemies "drunk" but during the 12 second duration, you are "drunk"

Kara-Choke-E

On wearer: Your footsteps are 20% louder

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+10% damage +10% swing speed On hit: enemies footsteps will be 75% louder for 4.5 seconds

Pyro:

Texan's Warming Gift

+200% max primary ammo Primary fire shoots a ball of lava that is slightly slower then short circuit but 5% more damage and causes burning -40% repressurization rate

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Alt-fire: -70% airblast cost Is an Explosion that knocks back like a rocket

Casual Offheater

On wearer: +20% movement speed You give a huo-long heater type ring that surrounds you but it's 15% bigger and it happens 10% more often

Telegrammed Bash

+35% damage Upon hitting ground: launch yourself upwards ten feet Upon killing enemies: teleport their body back to their spawn -15% swing speed

Demoman:

Ameri-7 Nade Launcher

+10% damage +15% projectile speed Infinite reserve On hit: slow for 50% speed -75% clip size -40% reload speed

Gifted Liberty Wings

On wearer: +100% air strafe control +4 jumps +35% jump height No fall damage and can glide slowly down

Thick Skull Brew

+15% holster and deploy speed +5% damage and swing speed

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Dealing damage with any weapon charges a bar after 355 is dealt, taunt to gain +75% reload speed and fire rate for your primary for 7 seconds

Heavy:

Kirobard's Mini

+80% bullets per shot +35% damage Fires like a fully auto shotty +80% bullet spread -30% range -30% accuracy

Personal Tosty

+80% recharge rate +50% consumption speed Upon consumption: +60% movement for 5 seconds but for 3 seconds after, marked for death and -10% movement speed

The Bio Robo-Proto

On wearer: +25% consumption speed +25% switch speed +10 hp

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+25% damage On every 3rd consecutive hit, you'll crit -50% swing speed No random crits

Engineer:

Pyro's Travelling gift

+100% max primary ammo When you fire the grapple, it acts like a 50% overall stronger manpower grapple -75% fire rate

Mini-Supplier

On wearer: +100% max metal +50 hp +50% more metal gained from all ammo packs -35% movement speed

The Technicians's Manual Upgrade

+50% metal to upgrade ratio All buildings gain one more level -50% metal to repair ratio -30% damage -25% swing speed [Lvl 4 sentry gains a second rocket launcher] [Lvl 4 dispenser gains +50% range and even more metal regen] [Lvl 4 tele +50% rate]

medic:

Greyman's Personal Spine

On wearer:

+100 hp -80% weapon switch speed

Liquid Mixer

+65% holster and deploy speed -15% heal speed

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Ubercharge: your target and you gain an extra jump and your target gains the ability to give enemies jarate on hit that lasts 8 seconds

Deal Dodger's Gift

While held: heal all allies for +1 up per second that are nearby -100% damage

Sniper:

The Hidden Sight

You have no dot -50% fire rate -30% damage -25% slower charge speed

Hitman's Lister's Container

On wearer: +75% life steal on all weapons On kill: Gain +10% speed per kill (max 8) -25% movement speed

Squeeter's Poker

+100% life steal on hit -65% damage -40% swing speed

Spy:

The Homemaker

+25% ammo capacity Single-fire breach load gun like a flare gun You fire baseball's out that stun people you headshot for 5 seconds Deals a Flat 45 damage

Batter's KeyChain

+25% holster and deploy speed +100% faster backstab raise animation On backstab:stun that person for 11 seconds -75% damage

Channel Changer

Move around buildings randomly every 20 seconds Silent sap -100% sapper damage

Heartfelt Timer

Gain full overheal upon cloaking -25% speed when cloaked -50% recharge rate

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The BMW Dependancy That Completely Destroyed This Man’s Life

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The BMW Dependancy That Completely Destroyed This Man’s Life

“Earlier than we get on your car questions,” my former round the corner neighbor, Terrance, said, “I need to tell you each some thing. My spouse left me. My children won’t communicate to me. I lost my task. I embezzled nearly a half of 1,000,000 greenbacks because I’m addicted to BMWs, and were hiding them all over the state. I’ll probably be going to prison soon.”

My spouse and that I checked out each other in utter disbelief.

That became returned in fall 2013 in Longmont, Colorado. My son changed into years antique. My wife became pregnant with our daughter. One among my bands changed into about to leave for an excursion in a pair weeks, but we had yet to discover a van. I had been getting desperate, so I went to Craigslist. A Volkswagen Eurovan stuck my eye because of its low mileage and price. The advert said it was lacking its heater center, but that the vendor would encompass one, uninstalled. I had no idea how difficult it might be to install the heater center myself. however, I knew a person who might be in a position to tell me: my next door neighbor, Terrance.

He was also an avid fan of BMWs, particularly 2002s, the small coupes that helped establish the company’s reputation for performance in the 1960s and ‘70s. He would frequently tell me how they were flawlessly designed and engineered automobiles. He had a stunning crimson one, a gold one, and a white one parked in his garage that he labored on frequently. His two youngsters had BMWs. Clearly, he knew as a minimum something about German automobiles, so I figured perhaps he ought to inform me if it would be easy to install a heater core.

I trotted over and knocked on his door. I remember that whilst he answered it, I immediately smelled alcohol, which struck me as a bit atypical. He asked me to provide him a couple of minutes, after which he’d come over so we ought to speak.

approximately 10 mins later, he knocked at the door. His face turned into flushed, and he didn’t have his standard vibrant eyes and smile. I invited him in, and he sat down on the couch even as my son performed on the floor and my wife appeared on.

And that’s while he told us approximately his crime, approximately how he was going to lose his house and his own family.

To start with, my disbelief gave way to a protecting instinct. I had a notion I’d regarded Terrance, however reputedly now not. And now he changed into sitting a pair feet from my little one son, a pair feet from my pregnant wife. I had the urge to kick him out of the residence.

but I saw how worried and damaged he was. He told us how badly he betrayed his own family and how desperately he desired them returned. I provided tepid encouragement, telling him to stay robust, hold in there, to do what turned into proper, whatever that turned into.

He left. We by no means talked about the heater core. I in no way offered the Eurovan.

I’m withholding Terrance’s final name on this tale. not for his sake, but for his family’s. His kids, I was informed, have fears about their names coming up in connection with this tale. I’m absolutely now not seeking to compound what they’ve already gone through. (They didn’t want to talk about this tale.)

Until this, the own family had been the proper next-door associates. They had been friendly, they have been quiet, they weren’t nosey, they enjoyed a brief chat, and they were helpful. This become our first residence, and the day we moved in, my spouse went into labor and we rushed off to the hospital. We were younger and new to home ownership, and especially in that first 12 months, a bit crushed. Terrance became constantly glad to help me with a chore like blowing out my sprinkler system in the late fall Before it started freezing.

I absolutely could not get my mind across the fact that Terrance, of all people, ought to have executed the one’s things. And I was the barely the only one to experience that manner.

“It was simply an incredible shock when we found out he could have betrayed us within the manner in which he did,” Byron Chrisman instructed me. Byron, along with his son Steve, based Chrisman Industrial, Terrance’s agency. “I imply, for all intents and functions, as far as we had been worried, we form of handled Terrance as a circle of relatives.”

Steven Weber, who lived across the road from Terrance, said the identical.

“I nonetheless have a difficult time expertise it’s the identical person… He didn’t look the element,” he said. “I mean, I’d come over and go to with him, and that I’d see him accessible, selecting twigs off his lawn like he become nearly passionate about twigs on his garden and neatness.”

Artwork Krill had two BMW restore shops in Boulder Earlier than he retired, and had worked on a number of Terrance’s BMWs over time. “After I got the bits and pieces of Terrance’s story, I was flabbergasted,” he informed me.

These days, Terrance is aware their shock.

“No person suspected this,” Terrance stated. “You speak approximately the white-wooden fence. I lived a pretty responsible Existence. whilst my kids had been developing up, I went to all their activities, turned into a scout chief for a lot of years, taught Sunday faculty for three-yr-olds at church, and attended church every Sunday. So people take a look at the exterior and say, ‘this guy’s a quite responsible person. He has this ardour, or maybe it’s an obsession, perhaps it’s a touch out-of-bounds that he’s spending all this time and effort on those automobiles. however he looks after his other obligations. His own family appears to be satisfied. He does an excellent process at paintings. He works hard as hell at work, he takes care of all his duties there?’”

Owning forty two extra automobiles than his circle of relatives notion he did, Terrance regarded past his driveway for storage. “I had a pal who ran a salvage enterprise, garage vicinity, and had 30-plus motors sitting in his vicinity,” in Weld County.

and then there have been the large caches of parts he stored elsewhere. “I did get a threat to peer, when we had been helping him pass stuff, some garage locations by using Boulder and different locations” Steven Weber instructed me. “He honestly had these garage places Absolutely full of parts. I in no way knew the scope of the way into this obsession he became with his automobiles… I’m able to’t even realise it,” he said.

He additionally had 12 other BMWs stored inside the parking zone of the organisation he worked for. now not only did he have automobiles stored on their lot, he filled empty devices inside the building with yet more BMW parts. “FedEx and Americaused to show up at my workplace every day with stuff that I purchased off of eBay for these automobiles,” Terrance recalled. “There has been a few unfinished space in our constructing that hadn’t been constructed out for a tenant that become literally filled with BMW parts.”