#if that makes sense...

[paninicupcakke]

I Call Shotgun💉⚾️🚛

(BLU blunt trauma one shot + Engie mentioned)

(Suggestive /slight nsfw/ fluff ending)

(CW: this is set in the 60’s & there’s no seatbelts mentioned. These guys are fictional maniacs cramming themselves into a truck, don’t do this irl it’s not safe!)

The three mercenaries had planned to travel together for a supply drop across town for work. Engineer had volunteered to drive, leaving Medic and Scout to argue over the shotgun seat. More specifically, who would be sitting where. This BLU supply work truck specifically only had one passenger seat. Scout made sure to wake up extra early that morning to be the first one seated. Medic and Engineer both walked over to the parked supply truck. Engineer casually hopped into the drivers seat. Medic swiftly opened the passenger door and immediately glared at his colleague. He let out a frustrated groan. There Scout was, comfortably sat with both hands behind his head. He glanced up at the doctor with a smirk, plucking his headphones off and tossing them aside.

“I call shotgun!” Scout teasingly declared.

“Stand up.” Medic sternly ordered.

“No way! First come, first served.” Scout replied. Engineer let out an agitated sigh.

“Will you two quit this nonsense already? We have got to get movin’ within the next 5 minutes.” Engineer sternly scolded. Quickly sticking the key into the truck's ignition.

“Why should I have to sit on him?! It makes more sense for me to have this seat, and for him to be sat on mein lap!” Medic angrily proclaimed while folding his arms.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Scout asked in a snarky tone, manspreading even wider.

“Dummkopf. You weigh less than I do! If I sit on you, I am going to be crushing you this entire ride.” Medic explained in an agitated tone. Scout deviously snickered at the doctor’s words. The runner was fully aware of that already. That was the entire reason he had raced over to claim the seat in the first place. This was a rare opportunity to have the doctor right where he wanted him.

“You ain’t big enough to break me! Quit actin’ like I’m some toothpick. Now quit flappin’ ya gums and get in the truck.” Scout sternly ordered while folding his arms. Medic continued to glare at him, clenching his fists. Scout instinctually flinched, assuming he was going to get forcibly removed from his seat. Surprisingly, Medic refrained from doing so. He took a deep breath and finally climbed up into the truck.

“Fine.” Medic replied in defeat, swiftly shutting the door behind him. Scout immediately perked up from being slumped over in his seat. Straightening himself out and moving his legs closer together. Medic had smoothed out his lab coat before carefully sitting down onto his colleague’s lap. Scout anxiously bit down on his lip as he felt the doctor’s full weight on top of him. Trying his best to contain his composure. Meanwhile, Medic was quietly seething in his seat. He decided to begrudgingly avoid eye contact with both of his teammates for the time being. Feeling utterly humiliated and emasculated. Engineer let out a sigh of relief and began pulling the truck out of the driveway. Driving outside of the base and onto the dirt road they would be glued to for the next hour.

“Do you seriously want to be like this for the next hour?” Medic asked with his back facing the shorter man.

‘Oh, God yes.’ Scout desperately thought to himself.

“It could be worse.” Scout replied with a small shrug. Medic sighed as he whipped out his pocket sized crossword puzzle book. The three mercenaries were now locked in for a two hour long car ride with each other. Scout put his headphones back on, resting his head back into both of his palms. Secretly enjoying the current view, a beefed up German maniac sat on top of him.

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The first hour had passed and their manual labor was all done for that day. The three of them had stopped at a gas station while on the way back to base. Once done with his much needed bathroom break, Scout made sure to hurry back to his seat after getting his fill of beef jerky. Throwing his hat and sunglasses off and onto the truck’s dashboard while plopping back into his seat. Medic grumbled as he walked out of the gas stations doors and back over to the truck. He swung open the passenger door and climbed back inside.

“You seem very passionate about this seating arrangement. Why is that?” Medic asked in a snarky tone. Scout was caught off guard by that question. Letting out a frustrated groan before replying.

“I’ll give you two reasons why. One, because I called shotgun. And two, because I like how pissed off you get about it.” Scout slyly replied. Medic furrowed his eyebrows even further, glaring daggers at the young man’s devious and arrogant smirk.

“C’mon doc, just sit back down and I’ll share my jerky with ya.” Scout continued on, teasingly patting his lap. It was a miracle the doctor hadn’t violently choked him out yet. Medic rolled his eyes and begrudgingly sat back down in his lap. Scout grabbed the stick of jerky beside him and offered it to Medic.

“No thanks.” Medic piped up, taking back out his crossword book from his pocket.

“Suit yourself.“ Scout replied. Taking a huge bite of the delicious processed meat stick immediately after. Once devouring it all, he threw the jerky wrapper onto the floor of the truck. Both men silently waited for Engineer to refill his coffee cup, as well as fill up the gas tank to the truck. Scout began to feel very anxious all of a sudden. Not knowing where to put his hands this time around. He awkwardly placed them to his side, drawing his hand back quickly. He had accidentally touched Medic’s thigh. The doctor couldn’t help but notice his teammate’s sudden switch in behavior from the corner of his eye. Analyzing his hesitant expression and body language. The Scout’s cocky demeanor had diminished completely. Medic suddenly threw his crossword puzzle book onto the dashboard of the truck. Shifting over onto the younger man’s lap. Crossing his legs and sitting sideways, now facing him directly. Scout's eyes lingered on the doctor's pointed boot crossing over his thigh. Medic suddenly grabbed the young man’s lanky wrist. Scout yelped in fear, resembling a stray mutt caught in the doctor’s grasp.

“I know exactly why you want me sat here.” Medic proclaimed with a salacious grin.

‘Aw crap.’ Scout immediately thought to himself. The runner was left speechless with his cheeks flushed red. His eyes darted up and down the doctor, quietly panicking on what to say next. Medic lightly snickered before speaking again.

“So ein böser Junge. I never would have expected you to be even remotely interested.” Medic flirtatiously continued on. Guiding the runner’s gloved hand back over onto his thigh. Scout couldn’t contain himself any longer and began desperately fondling the doctor’s body. Gliding both hands all over his teammate’s thick, muscular thighs. Nearly drooling at the fact Medic willingly placed his hands where he’d been wanting to set them this entire time. Medic snickered devilishly at the young man’s desperate touch and pathetic whimpers. The doctor couldn’t help but find his shame filled, beady eyes alluring. Scout shyly rested his head onto Medic’s shoulder.

“I-I’m sorry! I can’t help it! You look damn good a-and you smell so nice.” Scout anxiously admitted in defeat. Eagerly drowning in the doctor’s clean scented cologne mixed in with a light chemical scent lingering on his lab coat. Medic snickered, watching the mutt underneath him desperately fidget and grind up against him. Medic then wrapped one arm around Scout’s shoulders, pulling him in closer. Beginning to gently pat the young man’s shoulder.

“It’s alright, just try not to get too riled up. We still have a long way home.” Medic warned.

“I-I know. It’ll go away, I promise!” Scout bashfully said. Referring to a certain issue poking underneath the doctor’s thighs. The truck door loudly swung open and Engineer plopped back into the drivers seat. Scout flinched, immediately shutting his eyes and went into hiding. Burying his face deep into the crook of Medic’s neck. Engineer set his coffee into the cup holder and glanced over at his two teammates with a confused expression.

“Looks like y’all finally made up.” Engineer quietly mentioned. Noticing their position had changed and how they were more entangled into each other. Medic gently caressed the back of Scout’s head.

“Ja, I much prefer him when he is like this. Unconscious and silent.” Medic slyly whispered. Implying the young man was asleep. Scout was relieved that Medic had lied on the spot for him. He continued to act limp. Engineer chuckled quietly.

“Well, just one more hour to get through and we’ll be back in time for supper.” Engineer whispered with a small grin. He soon started up the truck again, driving out of the gas station and back onto the bumpy dirt road.

Half an hour had passed and Scout legitimately did fall asleep. Snoring lightly as he nuzzled into the doctor’s soft chest. Medic ended up drifting off into a nap as well. Engineer glanced over at them occasionally with a wide grin. Just the other day, both his teammate's were relentlessly arguing over who would get shotgun. Now here they were, fast asleep in each other's arms.

[moonfromearth]

Every year, the Ultimate Horse Championship contestants who make it past the intermediate level are invited to a special gathering at the bar. Lou hadn't been to event like this in years... Not since she was in the symphony.

In the mirror she recognized a part of herself she hadn't seen in a long time, contained in the pearls draped around her neck. They were a gift, from her parents, some 30 years ago when she first played in Windenburg. A remnant of who she used to be blended with the elements of her newer self.

She took a deep breath. Just one party. It would be fine.

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[transcript below cut]

[Lou is looking at herself in the mirror, examining her current outfit, a long pink dress dotted with pomegranates and a white apron stained with the memory of time spent in the kitchen.]

[She smiles as she makes an attempt to hype herself up.]

Lou: Alright, Lou, it's just one party. You can do this.

[A few moments later... Lou has changed into her outfit for the party. her hair is tied up in a single bun, her hair ballooning over a tan scarf like rising dough. Her teal dress was covered in orange flowers with green stems trailing behind them, a fabric reminiscent of curtains her parents would have hung in her childhood home.]

Lou: Wow...

[Lou is giddy at her appearance, dressed up for the first time in years. She's beautiful. Slowly, the initial excitement dissipates, as her examining gaze drifts to the strand of pearls around her neck. She has a moment of melancholy remembering how they were a gift from her parents during a performance in Windenburg.]

[The moment passes and she leaves for the party.]

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