#outback at ya

[tf2-plus2]

RED Team all lounged outside in lighter combat clothing, waiting for the next mission or wave of BLU attacks. It was still summer, still hot.

"Ach... We need a break from this heat..." Medic whined.

"Ice cream," Soldier nodded, "Good, American, ice cream."

"I rather agree. A nice cold treat on such a hot day after fighting sounds perfect."

"There's a shoppe on the edge of Teufort that also has sodas."

Everyone turned back to look at Assassin, who hardly ever spoke up. She had her mask down for once, and raised an eyebrow at everyone before they looked away.

"What?"

"Well. Ya never really. Talk much," Engineer murmured, "Ya just sorta... stand there and add to the strategy or nod."

"...... You keep telling me I need to open up more. Don't act so shocked when it finally starts working."

Everyone shrugged and nodded and Sniper stood up, "Right. Pre'-y sure I'm th' only one with a truck big enough for all us. Pile in, an' let's get a treat."

The team followed him with a small chorus of agreement and debates on which flavor was better.

#smoke and knives (assassin) #disturbed doc (medic) #See Ya Outback (Sniper) #Helmet Case (Soldier) #Comic Update! (Lore Post) #Training Time! (Open Thread)

[preyed-llama]

Jason todd, but australian

if he studied in his years abroad in the outback and not Europe and Asia.

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Bruce: Jason, stay here, you aren’t cleared for patrol. Jason: You’re dreaming, mate. Give me a fair go. Bruce: You have a serious concussion. Jason: She’ll be right. Pop some panadol and fuck right out.

- Jason: Awww fuck, I’m fanging for a cuppa. Dick: Jason, I’m begging you.

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Jason after being punched: He’s built like a brick shithouse, I’ll tell ya that.

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Bomb about to explode Jason: GUN IT! Tim: DON’T SHOOT IT! Jason running away: BOLT, ASSHOLE, BOLT.

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Barbara: Hood, do you need backup?  Jason: Yeah nah. 

#Jason todd #red hood #batfamily #batman #tim drake #red Robin #robin #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #batfam #Oracle #Barbara Gordon

[italiansteebie]

i desperately crave non american steve.

gimme italian stephano

french stephen

damn even Australian steve like can you imagine??

them moving to hawkins steve's freshman year and eddie immediately following steve being all like "oi, im gonna head to the servo for a bevvie. can ah get ya somethin?"

and eddie just... blubbering. "uh- i. im, gnarly. dude."

cut to a few years later steve meets the kids and by that time steve's accent has cut away significantly, and they don't notice until eddie wakes up in the hospital bed high off his ass from morphine asking steve to "talk austria" to him and everyone is highly confused and steve only makes it worse.

"right babe. as soon as we shoot through here we can get you right. maybe stop by maccas. good on ya almost dyin' babe."

"what the fuck was that."

"that was worse than when max first showed up from california."

"you can do an australian accent?"

steve scoffs. "gimme a pash and go back to sleep. you must be rooted, love."

their audience is still standing in confusion and steve pays them no mind, waiting for eddie to fall back asleep.

"steve." robin hisses once eddie's eye flutter closed. "explain."

they're all looking at him expectantly.

"i was born in australia. a real true blue. freshman year as youse call it."

he can almost see the moment it clicks for robin.

"oh my god! you're the australian guy everyone was freaking out over in 8th grade? shit. i was wondering what happened to him. that makes so much sense."

there's a grimace on little wheelers face.

"what pissed in your cheerios, mate?"

the grimace worsens.

"my sister talked about you ALL the time. it was gross when i didn't know it was YOU. now it's even worse."

"oh piss off, wheeler."

the rest of the group giggles, quietly launching into questions about australia, like can he surf? is everyone really always drunk? does the toilet actually flush backwards? what's the outback like?

steve sighs. thanks a lot, eddie.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #best friend robin #australian steve harrington #non american steve harrington #steddie #established steddie #the party #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #eddie lives au #steve and eddie #soft eddie munson #soft steve harrington #established steddie au #stranger things #best friend robin buckley #stranger things ficlet #steddie drabble #soft steddie

[that-basic-simp]

Chained

"Y/N! Come in 'ere for a second."

Getting up from the couch, I walked into the bedroom to find Odessa was holding a box in her hands. Walking over to her, I grew curious.

"What's in the box, Dez?"

"Somethin' special I got for ya."

"For me?" I asked. While Odessa did get me gifts here and there, it was never anything outside of the city. And from the way it was packaged, it was definitely outside the outbacks and into the actual city.

"Yeah. For you. Open it," she handed me the box.

I took it as she grabbed Gracie from the side of her leg, handing me her precious knife. Taking it carefully, I opened up the box and to find a chain necklace resting in some nice tissue paper. Grabbing it, I removed it from its plastic wrapping and found it was a pretty long chain. It was thick, too. But the ends weren't like the normal clasping of a necklace. There were two hearts on the end of the chain.

"H-How am I supposed to get this on?" I asked.

"'ere, let me help," Odessa said, taking the chain.

Raising it above my head, she placed it behind my neck. Taking one of the heart endings, she put it in the other. With the two entangled in one another, it sat nicely on my upper chest, the two hearts interlocked.

"Aww, Dez," I said. "Did ya get this because it reminded you of us?"

She nodded her head, "And then some."

"And then some?"

"Yeah. You'll see what I mean later. Right now, I've got to meet up with someone," she said and kissed my forehead. "I'll see ya later."

"Bye, Dez," I said, hugging her. "Thank you for the necklace."

"You're welcome," she said.

Before she left, I pecked her lips and waved goodbye to her. I might as well get ready for the work day. Once I had finished getting ready, I walked out of the house and towards the warehouse. I got some interesting looks and comments about the necklace I was wearing. Some were even smiling, whispering behind their hands as they pointed at me. I was so confused. Reaching the warehouse, I started to get orders done and when people came to pick them up, they admired the necklace, but also made some interesting comments about being 'chained' and 'marked'. This went on for the rest of the day until I went over to Odessa's office building. Those comments were swirling in my head and when I reached the throne room, I opened the door, despite it being closed.

"Dez?" I asked as I walked in.

She was sitting in her throne reading some papers. Picking her head up, she smiled at me, setting her papers down.

"Hey, princess. Work day done for ya already?"

"Yeah."

"Heard you were the talk of the town. Everyone loved your necklace."

"I-I've wanted to talk to ya about that."

"About what?"

"T-The necklace."

"What about it?"

"What exactly is it? I-I've never seen anythin' like it."

"Come 'ere," she said.

Walking closer to her, she slipped her finger through the heart shaped clasp. Spinning her finger around, she wrapped her index finger around it, pulling the chain closer to my neck. And in doing so, it pulled me towards her. Our faces were right in front of one another, the tip of her nose touching mine.

"Oh, darlin'," she growled in a dark tone. "You're so innocent."

"W-What is this?" I asked, trying to loosen the chain up, but she tugged me closer to her.

"Called a slip chain, darlin'."

"A-A slip chain?"

"Meant for dogs, to keep 'em under control. But I saw someone made 'em for people. Decided I might try it out on ya."

"S-So kind of like a collar and leash?"

"Similar, but not exactly."

"W-What do ya plan on doin' with me when I wear it?"

"This," she wrapped a small portion of the chain around her two fingers before yanking me towards her.

Her lips pressed against mine firmly, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I let out a moan as my hands grabbed onto her shoulders.

"Come sit on your throne, darlin'," she said through the heated make out.

She didn't need to tell me twice. I crawled onto her lap and wrapped my arms around her neck, digging my hands into her hair. She released her hold on the slip chain, loosening it to where I could breathe a bit better. Her hands trailed down from my sides and to my thighs, squeezing them before making their way to my ass, rolling my hips against hers. Pulling away to breathe, she growled and hooked her finger through the heart clasp, pulling the chain again.

"I ain't done with ya, princess," she snarled.

"P-Please, Dez. I-I need a breather."

"Fine," she said, removing her hold on the chain. It loosened up and sat nicely once more.

I took in a deep breath as Odessa placed her elbow on the arm rest, leaning her head against her hand. Looking down at me with a dark, hungry look in her eyes. She could tear the clothing right off of me with just one look. And that was the same look she was giving me. The tip of her tongue came out and licked at her lips, grinning as her other hand grabbed my ass tightly.

"D-Dez," I whined.

"Ya think I can restrain myself when I am lookin' at the most stunnin' and gorgeous woman ever?"

I smiled widely, feeling my face growing warmer as she pressed her forehead against mine. She placed her hands on my waist, rubbing little circles against my stomach.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too."

"Now," she hooked her finger through the heart shaped clasp once more and leaned back in the throne, yanking me towards her. Our noses were touching once more as she glared harshly into my eyes.

"You're goin' to give your queen what she wants, yeah?"

"Does my queen want 'er princess to please 'er?" I asked, knowing what she wanted.

She chuckled darkly, "Fuck yes. On your knees."

I got off of her lap and placed myself on the ground. Placing my head in between her legs, I rested my head against her thigh. Reaching down, she cupped my jaw and titled my head up.

"Such a good girl," she smirked. "Now, you know what to do."

"Yes, my queen."

#junker queen #odessa dez stone #queen of junkertown #odessa stone #junkerqueen #overwatch2 #overwatch #this woman i swear #junkerqueen x reader #junker queen x reader

[berry-messy-scribbles]

Junkrat having a crush on you - headcanons

Pairing: Junkrat/Jamison Fawkes x GN!Reader

Summary: General headcanons of Jamison Fawkes aka Junkrat having a crush on reader.

Words: 1,500

Tags: SFW; gender-neutral reader; fluff

Warnings/triggers: minor curse words

A/N: "I absolutely adore Junkrat and his expanded characterization in overwatch 2, so I decided to write some headcanons for my favourite pyromaniac. I hope you will enjoy this piece as much as I enjoyed writing it!" - Mod Berry

Oh boy, you bet that there will be a lot of puns involved. You know those interactions, that they added in overwatch 2? From casual puns, they will evolve into cheesy pickup lines. Not to mention, if you show the slightest bit that you do enjoy them or lord forbid, you follow up with an even dorkier response - expect to be smothered in bad puns every time he sees you. Jamison will be more than happy to share with you his special chemistry pickup lines such as:

"Are you carbon monoxide? Cuz ya sure take my breath away!"

"Excuse me darl, but did ya lose an electron? Cuz you are positively attractive!"

"Damn I've never seen a bomb like you! And I make those every day 24/7!"

"Oh, how I wish you were like Avogadro cuz then I would already know your number!"

I imagine he tells them with a full happy grin plastered on his face followed by a wink ;)

Jamison would definitely try too hard to sweep you off your feet by bragging about his and Roadhog's heists or even about their casual shenanigans. Don't worry, Mako makes sure to add realism to those and embarrasses him from time to time, by telling exactly how they went. For example:

"Oi Roadie do you remember the time when I saved both of our asses in Numbani by MY magnificent and strategically thought out plan?"

"You mean that one time you accidentally lit your ass on fire just to confuse the guards and buy us some time to escape? Yeah, that sure was something Rat."

The big man then lets out a hearty chuckle.

*gasp* "Betrayed by my own crime partner!"

At first, it would embarrass the hell out of Jamie. He would desperately try to explain to Mako that his pride and chance at a relationship with you is at stake, but then he sees you laugh, and just like that all his worry instantly disappears. From that very moment, he would tell all the awkward details himself just so he could hear you laugh one more time.

This also includes Junkrat telling you a different story about how he lost his finger, since the first time you have ever asked him about it. You would call him out at any given chance though. However, you appreciated his effort in trying to brighten up your day even if it meant listening to the silliest of tales of Jamison's lost finger.

“Oh, this? This is a painful reminder of my tragic yet complicated past." he follows up with a very expressive pose like the drama queen he is.

"Dude you are literally missing an arm and a leg. How could the finger be the main focus?"

"Y/N I am flattered that you are so invested in my backstory but no spoilers! Even for you. Now, where was I? Ah yes! (...)"

Some of these stories included his supposed memories from the outback. Probably back when he wasn't featured on every wanted poster in Junker Queen's domain.

"I lost me finger to a bunch of fellow junkers in a truth or dare fight in a bar, and you wouldn’t believe that it was because of the truth part!” 

Other times it would be something so ridiculous that you can't help but snort at the simple prospect of that situation ever happening to Jamison.

“There was this one time when I had to wrestle a quokka for my lunch! Don't ever let them fool ya with those big ol' eyes and cutesy faces. I am tellin’ ya those things are bloodthirsty. I got my food back but the little rascal took my finger as revenge!"

"I am not blaming it though, sometimes even I wonder how I taste."

That last part earned him a well-deserved nudge, followed up by a sigh and being called a "dumbass" ( affectionate ) in response.

"Y/N you know that I am messing with you right? Or am I?"

But do not be fooled as this man is far from stupid as everyone likes to think. This man can be a menace to society and still be a genius. I had to include that in the note because I am sick and tired of people brushing it off. You have noticed that not only his craftmanship and his entire workshop reflect that statement but also his special interest, which is drumrolls please - philosophy! Specifically speaking, philosophy of mathematics. His newest interaction with Sigma shows that Jamie is aware of concepts such as Zeno's paradox. But why am I sharing this headcanon with you? That is because I am sure that if Jamison sees that you are interested in what he has to say, ( unless being ignored by like half of the other characters *cough* ) and therefore feel comfortable around you, he will be so excited to infodump you with all sorts of fun facts!

Whenever he sees you worry about his health, whether it would be because of his recklessness on the battlefield or an experiment in his workshop gone wrong Junkrat feels unusual. That is the best way to put it. Not many people care about his well-being. In fact, most of them wish something bad would happen to him or simply ignore his injuries ( I am looking at you Mercy ) so this blonde mess of a guy is used to not even notice the pain in the first place. Jamison tries harder to be more careful knowing that there is a special someone that cares about his safety. The thought of you caring about him that much fills his stomach with butterflies.

Having said that he is still the pyromaniac we know of and Jamison would most definitely use his explosives to create something entirely dedicated to you. That way he gets to demonstrate his engineering skills and show you that he is not an all talk no action kinda guy. There was this one time when he got too carried away though. He carefully prepared everything and showed you the results of his hard work but.. let’s just say... it gave you mixed signals? I mean, how could you possibly feel about bombs arranged in Y/N exploding at a rapid-fire rate just to leave nothing but ashes and flickering flames behind? Jamie was so eager to get any reaction from you but in your mind, you were so confused. Is this supposed to be a threat or a love confession? In Junkrat’s case, it could be both at the same time.

Junkrat gasping for air all proud of himself with what it seems like stars in his eyes after the explosion: “So what do you think? Am I good or what?”

Y/N standing there with wide eyes, while thinking to themself *chuckle* “I am in danger.” It would be rude to leave him with no response so you settled for “Great, it was sure something to see my initials get blown away. Truly a sight I won’t ever forget.”

“Aww Y/N you sure have a way with words.” 

Having said that if you are not the kind of person who likes grand gestures, don’t worry Jamison will understand and won’t bother you with any going forward. He might be one of the most wanted criminals but he still has class.

Speaking of another wanted criminal Jamison would so rant about you to Mako. It happens anywhere at any given moment no matter if it's fitting or not - from their daily hangouts to the dangers of their crime-filled life. I imagine that even when their lives are being threatened Jamie will still make sure to mention how gorgeous and cool you are to Roadhog because something they encountered reminded him of you.

"Oi look Roadie! That is just like the show Y/N was talking about that I need to watch. I wonder what they are up to right now. " while being tied up.

"Rat that is not the time to talk about Y/N we gotta scram."

This would also include Jamison daydreaming about you and losing his focus on the battlefield. Mako was once fed up with that behaviour and had to interfere.

"Look Jamison if you do that one more time there might not be another chance for you to see Y/N so be more careful god dammit."

The sole thought of not being able to see you again was Jamison's driving force to how he puts it "get his shit together" and focus more on his actions. Jamie cares about you a lot and not being able to see you one more time would be his worst nightmare. Your beautiful face, the way you laugh, talk about your special interests and listen to his, the way you sneeze or cup his hands when he is injured or hell even being called a dumbass by you all gone because of his carelessness? Nothing scares him more than the idea of losing you.

#overwatch x reader #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes x reader #overwatch headcanons #junkrat headcanons #jamison fawkes headcanons

[chickensarentcheap]

Lost and Found - Chapter 30

Fandom: Extraction

Pairing: Tyler Rake and Esme Drummond (OFC. You do not have to read the original series to understand this fic)

Warnings: slight profanity

It's a lot of dialogue. Sorry :(

Tagging: @tragiclyhip @themaradwrites @secretaryunpaid @youflickedtooharddamnit @munstysmind @karimac @ninjasawakenedmystar @thebejeweledwatercat @alisbackalleybbq @asirensrage @residentdormouse @fanficanatic-tw @kmc1989 @arrthurpendragon @ocappreciationtag @occommunity

Link to Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43179357/chapters/139296199

My tag list is OPEN. Just let me know if you’d lke to be added :D

****

“I figure in a couple of days we’ll go into town. Get you and Millie all the things you still need.”

His voice is raw and husky; laced with both sleep and contentment as it rumbles deep within his chest. Scarred and misshapen knuckles repeatedly skim the length of her spine; their naked bodies pressed tightly together, caught in a mess of rumpled sheets and tangled limbs. Spent and sated; droplets of perspiration littering their skin and gathering at their temples and the napes of their necks. Their lovemaking had been uncharacteristically slow and tender; a combination of reconnecting and worshipping one another’s bodies and his desire to not cause any more discomfort as she continues her recovery.

“It’s a pretty lengthy list.” Her head rests on his chest; eyes closed as the fingers of one hand lazily trace the tattoo that graces his ribs. “We didn’t exactly come with much. Lots of things were left behind. At Alessio’s.”

“Doesn’t matter how much there is. I don’t care how many lists there are. Whatever you guys need…fuck, whatever you guys WANT…we get. Simple as that.”

“You’re going to create a hell of a predicament for yourself,” she chides and repeatedly brushes the tip of her nose along his collarbone. “People are going to think you hooked up with a gold digger.”

“Yeah, right,” Tyler chuckles, palm briefly lingering at the small of her back, calloused fingertips drifting over the curve of each buttock. “Because there’s just so much gold to dig for.”

“You know what people are like. They talk. It’s what they do.”

“I don’t give a shit. You should know that by now. Besides, you stuck around when I didn’t even have anything to offer you. Just tons of baggage and a shack in the outback. I think it’s safe to say you’re not with me for money.”

“Of course, I’m not with you for money.” She presses a series of kisses along his jaw. “I’m with you for your body.”

“As ancient and crumbling as it is?”

“It’s beautiful.” Lightly scraping the fingernails on one hand down his chest, she speaks between kisses and gentle nibbles on the side of his neck. “So…so…so beautiful.”

“And fat.”

She laughs against his Adam’s apple. “I did not call you fat. I called you thick. And I said it with love and admiration. And insane amounts of animalistic lust.”

His fingertips glide across her shoulders, then down the backs of her arms.“My favourite kind.”

“Mine too.” She rests her head in the nook between neck and shoulder, nose pressed against the long-healed bullet wound in the side of his throat. Her eyes closed as she reaches up to comb a hand through his longer strands of hair; allowing them to slip between her fingers before repeatedly curling and twisting sections around her index and middle fingers.

“Whatever you and Millie need, we’ll get it taken care of. Doesn’t matter how long the list is. Gotta take care of my girls, ya?”

“I like how that sounds. ‘Your girls’. There’s something so sweet about it. So…romantic. In a Tyler sort of way.”

“I can’t believe you’d call me romantic and sweet in the same sentence. What did I ever do to deserve that?”

“Listen, I know you have a reputation to uphold, but you DO have your moments. Where you’re just the softest, loveliest, cutest man on earth. You bring your own brand of romance to the table. And it’s perfect. For me, anyway.”

“Ever thought maybe you’re the one that brings all that out? That I’m not like that with everyone?”

“I already know you’re not. In the same way that I know how lucky I am. I get ALL of you. The REAL you. You’ve never hidden that from me. Not even in Dhaka.”

“I’ve never felt a reason to hide anything. Even back then. Something told me you were good people. That I could trust you. And believe me, I hadn’t felt that way about anyone in a long time. If I ever even did.”

“You trust Nik. And Yaz.”

“That’s different. That’s pretty much all business. Related to the job. I know that they always have my back. That they’ll step up if things go bad.”

“You trust them with me, don’t you? And Millie?”

“Not in the way I trust myself with the two of you.”

“That’s because you know what you’re capable of. You don’t second guess your skills or the things you can do. And you’ve always been protective of me. EXTREMELY protective. OVERLY, at times. Now add Millie to the mix…”

“I know that no one can take care of things the way I can; that the two of you are safest with me. Because I won’t fuck up. I won’t let that happen. Someone even thinks of coming near you and Millie, it’ll be the last thing they do, believe me.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. That everything just stays calm and peaceful. That we can just let Nik and her people handle things in New York while we do our own thing here. I just want to concentrate on us. And Millie. On being a family.”

“We’ll just take it one day at a time. Concentrate on getting past what happened.”

“Do you mean in New York City? Or me taking off and never telling you about Millie?”

“Look at me…” Pushing a hand into her hair, he gently tugs on the dark tresses; encouraging her to lift her head from his chest. “...I forgive you. I know you’re having a hard time accepting that, but I do. Yeah, sometimes I’m still pissed and sometimes it hurts like hell. But I DO forgive you.”

“Just like that? Just so easily?”

“I love you. I never STOPPED loving you. And you had your reasons; for making the decisions that you did. I don’t pretend to completely understand them. Not right now, anyway. But one day I will, I’m sure.”

“I really did do it to protect you. I didn’t want anything happening to you., Tyler. And I never would have forgiven myself; if I permanently lost you because of a mistake I made. It just sucks that in the end, all I did was hurt you.”

“That’s not entirely true though, is it? I mean, I AM alive. Nothing happened to me. And things would have gone really bad if the High Table had shown up while I was there. So you DID do the right thing. If you hadn’t left, we wouldn’t be here right now. And Millie wouldn’t even exist. They wouldn’t have cared. If you were pregnant. It wouldn’t have stopped them from killing you.”

“I don’t even like thinking about that. Her NOT being here. She’s everything I ever wanted. And everything I don’t deserve.”

“There you go selling yourself short again. You deserve so much, Esme. You’re not the monster you think you are. Far from it.”

“Boy, deja vu. I seem to remember saying those EXACT same words. More than once.”

“And I learned, didn’t I? It finally got through to me.”

“You’re a lot better, that’s for sure. You’re not filled with as much self-hatred as you used to be. You know what that means, don’t you?”

“What?”

“You really can teach an old dog new tricks.”

Tyler smirks. “You are such a bitch.”

Esme laughs when he aggressively slaps and pinches her ass, then gives a content sigh when he kisses her; long and languid and deep, naked limbs sliding along one another and against the cool, wrinkled sheets. Her breath soft against his skin when she once more rests her head on the centre of his chest; her fingers drawing continuous circles around his navel while his repeatedly comb through her hair.

*****

He finds himself teetering on the edge of sleep when he feels her move against him; placing a forearm across his torso, her chin resting upon it as she peers up at him.

Pressing a kiss to her nose, his hand slides to the nape of her neck. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“How have things been? With you?”

“You mean in general, or…?”

“In the last two, three years. That’s when you started scaling back on things, right? Trying your hand at a more normal life.”

“Nothing’s been normal about my life. Not for a long time. And especially not since you left.”

“I mean stuff like firefighting. And starting your business. How HAVE things been?”

“Guess I overestimated your spying abilities,” he teases and skims his knuckles across her cheek. “I thought you knew everything there was to know.”

“My spying stopped at your personal life. I knew the basics; the firefighting and how you started your own business. To be honest, I think I was scared to venture past those things.”

Cradling her cheek in his palm, he brushes the pad of his thumb over her lips. “Scared? Of what?”

“Finding out you were with someone. I know that sounds pretty stupid, considering I’m the one who fucked everything up. You had every right to go on with your life; to meet someone and fall in love and everything else that comes after that.”

“I was already in love. With YOU. And that wasn’t going to change.”

“Were you with other people? Other than Delaney.”

“Maybe in the biblical sense.”

“THAT I expected. For you to go back to sowing your wild oats all over the place.”

“Wasn’t all over the place. Just the vast majority of the northern territory. Well, the western part of it, anyway.”

“Oh, lovely. Does this mean I’m going to go to the grocery store and meet up with all kinds of women you’ve bumped uglies with?”

“I never pissed in my own front yard. It would have been too fucking awkward; running into a bunch of one-night stands.”

“I am marrying a whore,” she laughs, and presses a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. Briefly capturing his bottom lip between teeth when she pulls away.

“I promise you won’t run into any of my conquests while picking Millie up at school or grabbing something at Maccas.”

“Good. Because the last thing I want is to be sharing stories about your dick and its abilities while I’m in line at the store, waiting to buy shit tickets. “

He arches a quizzical brow. “Shit tickets?”

“Toilet paper.”

“And you say us Aussies have weird slang.”

“You know how long it took me to get used to the words you’d use in conversation? Or even your accent for that matter? It wasn’t that easy; trying to decipher exactly WHAT you were saying half the time. I remember how strong it got; when we were living in The Kimberley. I guess it was from being home so much.”

“Think it was easy getting used to you? You’ve got a pretty wicked accent yourself.”

“I most certainly do not.”

“You do.”

“I’m from Colorado. People from Colorado do NOT have accents.”

Raising his head from his pillow, he presses a kiss to her brow. “Trust me, babe. You do.”

“So other than Delaney…” A fingertip drifts over the scar that runs over the bridge of his nose. “...it was just one-night stands? No relationships?”

“No relationships.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want to be in one.”

“Didn’t want to be in one or couldn’t find anyone worthy enough to be in one with?”

“A mix of both, maybe. I didn’t want anyone else, Esme. Not in that way. A serious way. I wanted YOU. And if it meant I waited forever or you never found your back…”

“You would have found someone eventually. Someone that you’d fall madly in love with. Marry, have a family…”

“No. I wouldn’t have. Because that is everything I wanted with YOU. Not anyone else.”

“You don’t think you could have learned to love her? Delaney? That you could have moved on and…”

“How could I move on when I was still in love with you? When I always would be in love with you. And why are we even having this conversation? This is supposed to be the start. Of everything. Of US. And talking about this…”

“I’m just curious. Trying to fill in the gaps, I guess. Because I love you and I want to know what I missed. Even if it makes me uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t miss much, believe me.”

“Do you like it? Firefighting?”

“It’s a job. The pay’s decent. Got a little bit of edge. Keeps me busy, at least.”

“You’ve never been one to sit still for very long. Not that surprising you’d thrive at something that keeps you on your toes all the time.”

“I don’t know how much it keeps me on my toes. Not the busiest area. We don’t get a lot of action. I do get a lot of cats out of trees, though.” He gives a playful wink. “And ladies love a guy in uniform, so…”

“I’ve yet to see you in uniform, but I bet you’re hot as fuck. Especially in your turn-out gear.”

“I didn’t think you’d be into that kind of thing. Seeing as your brother is a firefighter.”

“Believe me, Tae. Nothing about you could ever remind me of my brother.”

His eyes close as her fingertips explore the scar on the left side of his forehead and the second one lower on his cheekbone. It’s a form of intimacy as its purest and most innocent of roots; the soft and tender touch of a lover who adores and worships you. Who knows every inch of your body; every blemish, every imperfection. And it’s a closeness…a level of trust and vulnerability…that he’s never experienced with anyone but her.

“What about the business? I assume that’s doing pretty good.”

“Better than I ever thought it would. Got a lot of regular clients, and more and more are coming aboard all the time.”

“Do you have people that work for you?”

“I have a few full-time guys. That deal with the heavy-duty stuff; concentrate on the real manual labour. And a handful of students who help out on weekends and during school breaks. They do small repairs, landscaping stuff, things like that.”

“Who’s in charge while you’re on your little sabbatical?”

“Koen’s my right-hand man. The guy that I trust with everything. Things are being taken care of. I’m not worried about it.”

“I knew you’d find something you’d be amazing at. You always liked working with your hands; doing your own repairs on your truck, putting up the walls and installing the new windows in that little shack of yours.”

“Of OURS.”

“Millie’s really going to get on you, you know. About that treehouse. And she’s definitely going to want to be your little helper. She loves to create. Build things. She’s got a real talent for things like that.”

“I’ll have to get her own stuff. Some tools and a toolbelt, little hardhat, some steel-toed boots.”

“She’ll love that. And probably drive us completely nuts trying to fix everything around here.”

“I’ll start her out slow. Small projects. Birdhouses, flower boxes, some planters for the garden. I promise I’ll keep her away from the power tools.”

“You’re going to have to really watch out for her. Because that child? YOUR child? Isn’t just headstrong, she is completely fearless. I wonder where she gets THAT from?”

“Her mother.”

“Hardly.”

“Well, it’s not from me, that’s for sure. ‘Cause there’s plenty of things I’m afraid of. And they all seem to involve you.”

Sighing, she presses a series of soft kisses along the scar that mars his left shoulder. “I know it did a real number on you. The accident. Seeing me like that. It’s definitely bothering you way more than you’re letting on.”

“I’m not shy. I admit it fucked me right up. All the things I’ve been through? All the people I’ve gone up against? I’ve never…EVER…been that scared. Seeing you like that? Not knowing if you were alive or dead? And if you were alive, was someone going to show up to finish things off? That was…rough.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m really proud of you. For how you handled things. Not just with getting me out of there and making sure I survived, but everything AFTER that. How you just took control. Stepped up. You were banged up and exhausted and hurting and you did what you wanted to do. For Millie. Just focused on her. Took care of her.”

“Why wouldn’t I have done all that? She’s my baby, too. My little girl.”

“It was all still so fresh. So new. You’d barely had a chance to catch your breath. Coming face to face with me, finding out you were a dad again. You had your entire world turned upside down. You…”

“No. I didn’t. I got my entire world BACK.”

His honesty is raw. Real. Powerful. Succeeding in both taking her breath away and bringing tears to her eyes.

*****

“So is this where I get to ask questions now?” His fingers move in slow, methodical circles on the small of her back. “When it comes to what you’ve been doing the last five years?”

“What more is there to know? Didn’t we cover all the bases?”

“Not quite.”

“There’s not much more to tell. Not anything of interest, anyway.”

“You didn’t work or anything? What did you do with your spare time?”

“I picked up jobs here and there. For Nik. Things I could just do from home. Background checks, basic research and tracking people down. Nothing that would draw a lot of attention. So I could stay under the radar. Or try to, at least.”

“Well, you did a pretty good job hiding from me, that’s for sure.”

“We’ve talked about this. I wasn’t hiding from you. Not intentionally, anyway. It was all so complicated. I had to protect Millie. Both of her parents were still in the life. In some way. And we’d both burned a lot of bridges and made a lot of enemies. I couldn’t take the chance that someone would come after her. I just couldn’t.”

“There were other reasons, too. You know there were.”

“Selfish ones. Staying away had nothing to do with you and EVERYTHING to do with me. You know that. We’ve been through it how many times now? It was never about you, Tyler. Not in the way you think it was. At first, it was about protecting you. Then Millie. And finally, it became about myself. Because…to make a long story short… I was a stupid, insecure little girl.”

“You’re not any of those things. It was just a messy situation. All around.” Tangling his fingers in her hair, he pulls her towards him, lips meeting the bridge of her nose. “What else did you do? Other than helping out Nik?”

“Just took care of Millie, mostly. Devoted myself to being a mom. I joined a couple of those mom and baby groups; just to get out of the house and socialize and try and make friends. When she was a few months old, I even signed us up for yoga classes and water aerobics. Millie always loved the water. She was always so comfortable in it. Confident, even.”

“She’s gonna love it here, then. Trips to the beach, being able to swim in the ocean.”

“Except for the fact the thought of an encounter with a shark will be exciting to her. She’ll probably pray for it to happen. I am telling you, that girl is fearless. She’s so much like you, Tyler. More than just the physical. There’s so much of you in her. And it was kinda bittersweet, you know? Seeing you every time I looked at her but knowing I couldn’t actually be with you.”

“I mean, you could have been. But…”

“But I was a stupid little bitch. Like I said. That’s something that will eat at me for the rest of my life, believe me.”

“I don’t want it to. And I’m sorry I bring it up so much. Make you talk about it. Explain yourself. That’s not fair.”

“If anyone has the right to bring it up, it’s you.”

“I don’t want to be that kind of person. I want to be better than that. For you. And Millie.”

“I remember the first time you told me that. How I made you want to be a better man.”

“It’s true. You do.”

“I never considered you a bad man in the first place. A good man who made bad decisions, yes. But bad to your very core? Not even close.”

“You always have been full of shit,” He teases, and curls an arm around her neck, drawing her into a long, deep kiss. His lips against her temple when she settles her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed as his fingertips repeatedly graze up and down her bicep. “Tell me about the guy.”

Her hand slips lazily across his collarbone, down his chest, briefly settling on his stomach before travelling back up again. Finally coming to rest on the side of his neck, nails lightly and repeatedly scratching against the skin. “What guy?”

“The one you dated. In New York. The cop. Or detective. Or whatever the hell he was.”

Esme raises her head from his shoulder, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. “How did you know about him?”

“A little birdie told me.”

“A little birdie, huh? What did you bribe her with? Two scoops of mint chocolate chip instead of one? Unlimited Bluey viewing on your cell phone?”

“I promised her a Porsche when she turned sixteen.”

“I wouldn’t put anything past you. You’re going to spoil her rotten.”

“I didn’t have to promise her anything. She just offered the information.”

“Out of nowhere? She just suddenly started talking about my personal life?”

“I MAY have asked her about it.”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“Okay, so I did. I DID ask her. If you’d ever had a boyfriend. I was curious. I wanted to know.”

“Curious, huh?”

“And a bit jealous.”

“Just a bit?”

“A lot.”

“Why are you like this? When it comes to me and other men?”

“Like what? What am I like?”

“Self-conscious. You’ve always been. Even at the very beginning of things. And believe me…” Slipping out of bed, she stretches languorously before padding towards the dresser; a pair of plaid pyjama bottoms and tank top folded neatly on top. “...you do not come across as someone who would be self-conscious.”

“Did I say you could get out of bed? That you could put clothes on? There’s a strict ‘no clothes allowed’ rule in this room. Once that door closes…”

“I know what Millie’s like; if she wakes up in the middle of the night. She’ll come looking for me. And the last thing we need is her seeing both of us in all our naked glory.” Climbing into her pyjamas, she tosses his discarded sweats in his direction. “And don’t do that. Deflect. Answer my question.”

“I’m old.” He grimaces as he swings his legs over the side of the bed, moving slowly as he puts one leg into the pants, followed by the other. Knees cracking when he stands to pull them up. “ My brain is mush. I already forgot what the question was.”

“I asked why you are the way you are. When it comes to me and other men. Why do you always get so bent out of shape about it?”

“I don’t get bent out of shape.”

“You do.” Removing her hair out of the back of her tank top, she moves back to bed; fluffing and moulding her pillows and arranging them to her specification. “And I don’t get it. There’s nothing for you to get prickly about.”

“Like you don’t get prickly about my ex-wife. Or Delaney.”

“Being curious is not the same as being prickly. What is your hang-up? When it comes to me and other people?” She gives a content sigh when she slips back into bed, settling her head on a pillow before rolling onto her side to face him. “It’s not like any of them are still in the picture. And even if they were, they still wouldn’t be a threat to you.”

“I don’t see them as a threat. I know what I bring to the table. It’s not about feeling threatened.”

“What’s it about then?”

“I just don’t like it. You being with other guys.”

“I mean, I was married, remember? I’ve had boyfriends. And girlfriends, for that matter.”

“Since you left?”

“I’m talking about throughout my entire life. And did you honestly think I wouldn’t date? Or at least try to? That I would have just spent the last five years completely alone?”

“You know how you said you were okay with me going on with my life? Meeting someone else? Falling in love, getting married, all that shit?”

Esme nods.

“I’m not that gracious. Not by a long shot. I didn’t want you with anyone else.”

“For the rest of my life?”

“Well...yeah.”

“You’re being ridiculous.” She reaches for him. “Come to bed.”

“So was this guy the real deal? Someone you could have moved on with? Gotten your ‘always and forever, happily ever after’ with? Totally forget about me and…”

“Tyler, I was never going to forget about you. I carried your child inside of me. Gave birth to her. She looks just like you. Kinda hard to forget you when I’m looking at your clone every damn day. Add the fact that I was still in love with you and always would be into the mix…”

“Would you have moved on with him? Gotten married, had more kids? All of that?”

“All of that was what I wanted with you. ONLY you. So no, none of that would have ever happened. I didn’t want that life with anyone else. Just you. And if that meant I never got any of that, oh well. Now…” She pats the empty spot beside her. “...come to bed. Please? I’ll answer whatever questions you have., but just come to bed. Because you standing there like that? It’s making me incredibly anxious.”

He relents. Laying on his side with her back pressed against his front and forearm draped across her collarbone. And he presses a kiss to the back of her head before resting his cheek against hers. “What was his name?”

“Don. His name was Don. And he was a detective. Homicide.”

“How the hell did you ever meet him?”

“I worked a small job for Nik. Nothing serious. I had to find my way into the main evidence locker at One Police Plaza and steal some papers related to an old case.”

“What the fuck….?”

“Someone hired Nik because an old money laundering and embezzlement case they were involved in was going to be reopened. And if that happened, it was going to cause a big old shitstorm; he had some big-name contacts and clients of his own that would be exposed. Some really well-known people, too. Politicians, lawyers, judges. And if all that got out…”

“Heads would roll. Most likely literally.”

“Exactly. So Nik and Yaz created an entire persona for me. I had the credentials; photo identification, passport, fake driver’s licence.”

“Who were you supposed to be?”

“An agent with Homeland Security.”

“Jesus Christ. And you don’t consider THAT serious?”

“You know, for such a huge police department with apparently the best security in the country, they were sure easy to fool. It was like taking candy from a baby. I was in and out of there in ten minutes. Not even.”

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or pissed off. That you even put yourself in a situation like that. Especially with Millie in the picture. If you’d gotten caught…”

“But I didn’t. Well, not until about six months later. But that comes further in the story.”

“So the cop…”

“We met in the elevator. I was running to catch it and he held the door open for me.”

Tyler scoffs. “What a gentleman.”

She scowls over her shoulder. “I thought you promised you wouldn’t get prickly.”

“I’m not getting prickly. I just…”

“YOU asked,” she reminds him. “You wanted to know these things, right? You have questions. I’m just answering them. Do you REALLY want to hear this stuff? Or do you just want to be angry about something?”

“I’m not prickly. Or angry. I’m jealous.”

“Of what?”

“Of anyone that even looks at you the wrong way.”

“Oh for God’s sake…”

“I was never like this before. I never used to give a shit about this kind of thing. I didn’t care how many people my ex dated or fucked before me. Because I was always so far up my own ass that I knew I was better than anyone that came before me. Sometimes I miss that guy.”

“The guy you were before me.”

“I was a drunk and a drug addict before you. So, no.”

“You weren’t ALWAYS that way. You didn’t always have those issues.”

“But I was a prick in other ways.”

“I liked the guy you were when we met. Yeah, you were messy and you had your issues, but so did I. I wasn’t a picnic, either. We were both fucked up. But it didn’t stop me from falling in love with you. And staying that way.”

“And now?”

“Now I like you even more. I’m glad you’re not totally up your own ass, as you put it. I like that you’re not afraid to talk about the hard things. That you’re able to admit you’re self-conscious or…”

“I never admitted to that.”

“Or you’re feeling spiteful or hateful or jealous. I mean, as weird as it sounds, everyone should want their man to be that way. Just completely honest. Because it doesn’t do anyone a lick of good if they keep that all bottled up.”

“So what you’re saying is that it’s okay to be a prickly asshole.”

“Don’t push your luck, Tyler.”

Grinning, he =presses a kiss to her temple. “So, this guy…”

“What more is there to know? You asked how I met him. I told you. What more do you need?”

“You just chatted in an elevator and hooked up with him, or…?”

“He asked me out for an Irish coffee. I said yes. It was as simple as that.”

“Irish coffee, huh? So that’s what the kids are calling it these days.”

“We went out. One date turned into two, two turned into three. Three turned into a relationship.”

“A serious one, or…”

“I mean, we were exclusive. We didn’t date other people. We just…I don’t know…we just did our thing.”

“Did you do HIM?”

“Tyler…”

“I want to know, okay? I NEED to know.”

“Why?”

“Because I do.”

Sighing, she presses a kiss to his forearm, then rolls over to face him. “That’s not an acceptable answer for anyone over seven.”

“Did you? I mean, I think I already know the answer, but…”

“I didn’t sleep with him. And believe me, it wasn’t for lack of opportunity. I won’t lie to you; we did other things and I enjoyed them. I enjoyed them a lot, actually. It was nice; to feel beautiful and wanted and to have someone completely and utterly devoted to you.”

“I would have given you all that. I DID give you all that.”

“And I WANTED it to be you. More than I ever wanted anything in my entire life. But it wasn’t a good time. To just show up on your doorstep. It was all so complicated. Confusing. And I needed to protect Millie. We’ve both burned a lot of bridges, Tyler. Crossed a lot of really bad people. I couldn’t put her at risk. I just couldn’t.”

“But you can now?”

“So much has changed. We’re both walking away. From this life. And I know all of this probably doesn’t make much sense to you. But it makes sense to me.”

“And you couldn’t seal the deal with this guy because…”

“Because it wasn’t fair. To him. To let things get THAT serious. He was a good man and he was great to me and Millie. But I couldn’t give him THAT. That part of me. I just couldn’t. And he didn’t realize it and I never told him about you, but It was always a competition. Between you and him. Everything he did, everything he said. All I would think about is how YOU would handle things. The things YOU would say. And I tried; I really did. But he deserved better than that; a woman who thought of someone else every time he touched or kissed her. That wasn’t fair to him. He wasn’t a bad person. Far from it.”

“I kind of feel bad now. For handling the five years like I did. Me and my wandering dick.”

“Why would you feel bad? Those were my issues. Not yours. You had every right to go on; to deal with things however way you wanted to. You were the one that got hurt.”

“Sometimes I wonder if you hurt yourself more than you hurt me.”

“It wasn’t easy. I didn’t want to leave. And I didn’t want all that time to go by; flying under the radar and keeping Millie a secret. But it was so complicated. The lives we were both living. It was never to punish you or hurt you. It was to protect you. And her.”

He nods slowly, considering her words. “So is that why things went bad? Between you and the cop? ‘Cause you wouldn’t pull the trigger?”

“He was very understanding. Very patient. He just assumed I’d come out of a bad situation and I just wasn’t ready for that kind of thing. And I didn’t bother telling him any differently.”

“So what happened? What made him walk?”

“You mean there’s something the little birdie DIDN’T tell you?”

“She did. But I’d rather hear it from you. How’d he find out? About who you REALLY were?”

“I told him.”

“That was risky.”

“Once I realized he was getting more serious and deeper into things than I expected him to, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I’d spent six months with him; half a year pretending to be someone I wasn’t.”

“Were you getting more serious about things? About HIM?”

“I mean, I liked him. I was attracted to him. And he was very good to me and Millie. He spoiled the hell out of her and she liked having him around; he took her to baseball and hockey games, they went to the zoo and the movies, he braved the Macy’s toy department more than once.”

“And I want to be happy about all that, but…”

“You weren’t there, Tyler. Through no fault of your own. Millie needed someone. A father figure. She wanted someone like that in her life.”

“She had someone like that. She had a DAD. That would have been there had he known she even existed.”

“And THIS is why I didn’t want to talk about this stuff. No matter what I say or do, it’s only going to upset you. You say you want to know everything, but deep down…”

“I have a right to know all of this stuff. I haven’t hid anything from you. About what I was up to in the last five years. I was totally honest about Delaney. It should go both ways, don’t you think?”

“I don’t want to fight. I get it; you’re hurt and you’re angry and you need to take it out on someone. I get it, Tyler. And I don’t blame you for feeling the way you do. You have every right to be pissed. But do you REALLY want to keep doing this? Bringing it up over and over again? Finding fault in everything I say? You tell me you want to hear these things and then…”

“I’m not trying to fight.” He uses his fingertips to clear hair away from the side of her face and loop it behind her ears, then presses a soft, reassuring kiss to her lips. “And I’m sorry. For acting like a prick sometimes.”

“I never said THAT.”

“Not in so many words.”

“I’m not trying to take away how you feel. You have every right to be pissed off. And hurt. You even have the right to take it out on me. But…”

“I don’t have that right. At all. And I don’t mean to do it. I know it hurts you. And you’re the last person I ever want to hurt, believe me.”

“We need help, Tyler. PROFESSIONAL help. Or we’re GOING to need it. To get past all of this. To deal with how we’re both feeling. You and your anger and your hurt and me and my regret and my guilt. I don’t think we can do it alone. Or that it’s healthy for either of us to even try.”

“You want me to see a shrink.”

“Not a shrink. A counsellor. And not just you. US. Someone who can sit with us and help us unpack all of this and work through it. I think deep down, you realize we need it. That kind of help.”

“If you think that’s the way to go…”

“I think it’s something we need to at least try. And then just go from there.”

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. Including THAT.”

“Now that’s true love,” she teases, and presses a chaste to the corner of his mouth. “And I think it might do Millie some good, too. To talk to someone. She’s been through a lot; seen and heard things no kid should ever have to. I know she’s a tough little thing, but I also know she’s a lot like you; when it comes to shoving things down and pretending they don’t exist. I don’t want her growing up like that. And I know you don’t either.”

“I don’t. I don’t want that at all. Whatever she needs…whatever WE need…we’ll make it happen.”

Smiling, she kisses him; long and soft and sweet. And when she pulls away, his palm still cradles the side of her face; thumb repeatedly brushing against her cheek. “I didn’t love him.”

“I never…”

“You were going to ask. I knew it was coming.”

“Not even a little bit?”

“I was attracted to him. I cared for him. Deeply. But I didn’t love him. And I don’t think I ever would have.”

“He must have loved you. He just let you walk. After he found out the truth.”

“Maybe? I don’t know. He never said he did. Sometimes I felt, you know? And I wasn’t ready for that. I probably never would have been. None of it was fair to him; lying about who I was, allowing him to get so close, letting him think that maybe there was some kind of future…a happy ever after…in the cards. He deserved a lot better than that. A lot better than ME.”

“You’re not a horrible person, Esme. You’re…”

“I hurt people. Even the ones I love the most. It’s who I am. It’s what I do.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. You didn’t do things because you wanted to. You did them because you HAD to. It was just part of the job. If you didn’t lie about who you were, the ending would have been a lot worse than fucking up some guy’s ego.”

“I should have never gotten involved with him. I should have done everything possible to just keep my distance. But I was lonely. I wanted someone in my life. Maybe not to have a serious thing with; I didn’t want to live with someone or get married or grow old and gray with them. He made me feel beautiful. He made me feel wanted. I hadn’t felt that in so long. And if I couldn’t get it from the person I wanted it from, I had to settle. SETTLE. How horrible does that make me sound? Talking about another human being like that?”

“It doesn’t sound horrible. It sounds…”

“Needy? Desperate?”

“No. It just sounds…sad.”

“Sad as in pathetic or…?”

“YOU sound sad. When you talk about it. And you must have been sad when it was happening.”

“I missed you. Every second of every day. And it got worse when Millie came along. I had wanted to be a mom for so long. And I finally had this beautiful little girl. Everything I ever longed for. But I couldn’t share her with you. And that wasn’t fair. To either of us. Or you.”

“See? You did hurt yourself more than you hurt me.”

“You have no idea what I went through. I just tried to shut myself off. I was in love with someone I couldn’t be with. Through no fault of his. He’d done nothing wrong. So I told myself I’d never let that happen again. Get close to someone. That it was better if I just concentrated on being a mom. And that’s what I tried to do. I DID. But…”

“Then you met this guy…”

“All of a sudden, I wasn’t as lonely anymore. There was this man that wanted me. And no, it wasn’t nearly to the depths you did. But it was…something. And I desperately needed it. More than I wanted to admit. All I wanted was to feel something…anything…again. But the more I felt for him, the more I missed you. And that’s when the competition began. He was never going to be YOU. Not even close. No matter how good of a person he was.”

“Did he just walk away or…?”

“He was hurt. Rightfully so. It’s kind of a kick in the nuts when you hear something like that; that the person you’ve spent six months with was nothing but a fake. And he felt stupid; that he didn’t sense that there was something wrong or that there was something I was hiding from him. I told him not to take it personally. It wasn’t any fault or weakness on his part. I was just that good at my job.”

“You must have horseshoes up your ass. ‘Cause for him to just walk away instead of not locking you up…”

“Maybe he felt bad for Millie. Putting me away meant she’d have no one. And I don’t think he’s the type to do that to a little kid.”

“You know what I think? I think he was in love with you. That’s why he was so forgiving.”

“And I think you’re reading too much into things.”

“I can’t say I blame him, though. I know from personal experience how easy it is. And how fast it can happen.”

“Now I think you’re overestimating my appeal.”

“Not in the fucking slightest.”

A smile curves her lips, and she reaches up to sweep hair off his forehead. A hand on his cheek as she leans in to kiss him.

“Thank you.” The fingertips of both hands slide across her shoulders and down either side of her spine, gently squeezing her ass when his lips meet her brow. For telling me. About him.”

“Thank you for not totally losing your shit. I was worried there for a minute.”

“Oh believe me, inside I was throwing tables and punching holes in walls.”

“Because that’s healthy,” she chides, cradling his face in her palms as she presses a kiss to each corner of his mouth, his cheek, chin, and finally his lips. And when she pulls away, she finds herself rendered breathless by the way he regards her; the pure adoration and devotion that softens his face and sparkles in his eyes.

It’s overwhelming at times. To be worshipped and loved in such a manner. Realizing that you’ve become such an enormous and integral part of someone’s existence. Yet it’s a love that many fear will never find them; so beautiful and all-consuming and life-altering.

Running the pad of her thumb over his lips, she sweeps her knuckles along his jaw and then wraps both arms around him. Her body pressed tightly against his as she tucks her face into that favourite spot of hers; that secure, safe place between neck and shoulder.

“It’s always been you, Tyler.” Her breath is warm and sweet against his skin. “It will always be you.”

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[aquaquadrant]

I like to think that as a small side effect of worsening the bad traits from a player to make a hels, it inadvertently thickens their accent.

A good chunk of the hels (Clear Cut, Largishlegumes, etc.) sound like they are going to have tea with the Queen in London.

Sean sounds like the Scottish Pokemon Trainer Memes from a few years back.

Opal sounds like if the outback could talk.

/j

I MEAN i definitely imagine clear to have a much thicker accent than mumbo so like. yeah.

due to popular demand (/j), i’ve actually decided sean sminor is irish.

so it’s gotta be like, The Most Irish accent to ever Irish. if he and scott ever met they’d both blue screen for a solid minute after hearing each other talk.

and opalescent moth probably sounds pretty aussie once you get past the buzzing insect-like voice distortion. so there ya go 💃

#hels to pay au #HTP cast

[ronearoundblindly]

Ro!!! I saw this, and it remind me that nomad stev and reader...

just thinkabout when you and Steve both take a day off, and they start playing

maybe some size difference, size kinks, manhandled and nomad eat you out...(*cough)

fluffy, sweet and smut... I just...🤤🤤🤤

Hehe,loaf ya(*/ω＼*)

sweet googlymoogly, this one hit me like a ton of bricks which is what I imagine it feels like to have Nomad Steve on top of you lol

The Game

Warnings: MINORS DNI, smut, pet names ('little one' and 'kitten'), several positions including doggy style 😉, hint o'size kink, vurray strong Steve but like explicitly cute, if that's a thing, zero attempted editing

You’re trying to read the paper to get an idea of where in the world the group is needed most. The quinjet is parked outside, charging in the sunlight since you all haven’t had the resources to stock jet fuel for months. The delay used to irritate Steve, but he’s remarkably comfortable with downtime now. Why might that be?

It’s hot in the Australian outback, go figure, and a while ago Nat discovered these two cottages on an abandoned ranch. The first time you stayed, you and Sam and Steve and Nat all patched up the structures, spreading out into a ‘girls’ house’ and ‘guys’ house’ for some days of R&R.

That was then; this is now.

Wilson and Romanoff have taken the bikes on a supply run, leaving you and Steve lazing around on two twin mattresses smooshed together on the floor. It’s still fancier than most places you lay your head these days. In naught but underwear and a tank top due to the heat, you’ve opened the newspaper from the other side of the world to see what’s happening out there, spread out on your stomach with arms crossed under your chin.

Steve, completely naked—though you joke that he has enough body hair grown out all over to cover him—makes a show out of sighing heavily before poking at your hip.

“No,” you gripe, swatting at his hand.

He whimpers and tries to tickle you, fingers sliding underneath the hem of your tank.

“I said give me ten minutes.”

“That was nine and a half minutes ago,” he whines.

You push Steve’s broad and heated palm away from you. “Have you been counting?”

“Yes.” He so matter-of-fact about it. It’s infuriating.

You turn to put your back to him. “Then I have thirty more seconds, don’t I?”

Steve growls playfully behind you, the mattress dipping with his weight and you nearly roll over.

“How about a game,” he asks, hot breath on your shoulder as he opens his jaw and lightly bites the curve of you. He keeps his mouth there as his eyes shift to meet yours.

“It’s too hot, Steve.”

“You’re hot.” He releases you and wiggles his eyebrows.

“No—“ you knock his body back with yours “—you are legitimately too hot.”

“Thank you?” He mutters something, and you can’t make it out until you hear, “three, two, one.” Steve runs his hand over your ass, tucking it between your thighs. “So you wanna play a game?”

“And then you’ll leave me alone?”

“If you win, I’ll leave you alone and I’ll cook dinner tonight.”

He knows you well; that’s a fucking challenge to succeed.

“Fine. What’s the game?”

“You have to get away from me.”

“Well, I was trying to do—“ You suck in a gasp when his hand slides across your panties and up your belly beneath your shirt, pushing you flush with his chest.

“Yes, but I wasn’t trying to hold you yet.” Steve nips at your ribcage while his giant paw presses you closer.

He is very hot, the radiating warmth of his skin broken only by the thick cushion of his beard and the bristle of the trimmed hair all down his body. The smooth skin of his dick swells at your ass while he not-quite bites his way up your neck, sealing his hold with a lick along your ear.

“Play with me, little one.”

In such a low voice, his request is indistinguishable from your captain’s command. God, that voice does things to you.

“You want me—“ you roll back toward him, noticing how he relaxes his grip to smooth down over your mound and pull the fabric off “—to get away from you?”

That’s when his other hand, the one you didn’t notice before now, grips at the back of your neck. It’s just a pulse of pressure, a hint of control. “I want you to try.”

Faster than you can exhale a shiver of excitement, your panties are gone, and Steve’s got you on your back, head lolling off the side of the mattress while he pins your hips down. He buries his face in you. It’s not fast or aggressive. He’s not a man starved. He has time, all the time in the world because you can’t get away.

Through pants and rutting groans of pleasure pushed from your lungs, you do try to shift away. That’s the game. Each time you move, even just an inch, Steve tightens around your hips and his teeth graze your inner thigh, a threat, challenge, and tease all in one little motion.

Because little motions are all you’re getting; they’re all you can manage with his strength bearing down and all he’s giving across your clit, but little motions are enough when Steve’s focused. They are more than enough with that fucking beard of his.

When he knows you’re close, he hauls you back onto the mattress, ruining all your progress (that merely got your shoulder blades to the edge). The pull and the burn and the friction and the wet of everything inside and outside of you implodes as your grab Steve’s long hair hard. You’re not even sure whether you’re pushing him into you or pulling him off of you. You’ll never know because, fuck, why would you care? He’s not budging until your screams die down.

Then he drops you, and you weakly scramble to perch yourself on your elbows, anything to show some fight left in your ravaged body.

Game’s not over. Steve’s not done.

By your ankles, he flips you. It’s not that difficult, not for Steve, and you’re not that big, certainly not compared to him.

His palms press and slide up the back of your thighs, over your ass. One stops at your hip. The other settles between those treacherous shoulder blades, riding the tanktop up to just beneath your breasts. The hand at your hip lifts your lower half, presenting everything you have as an offer to Steve. His groan and your whine harmonize and mingle in the red dust blown through the open windows.

Two fingers sink in while he chuckles. “Could have sworn you had claws, kitten,” but it’s too late. He can hold your hip, your arms, your neck, he can drape his weight overtop you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You still fight for every inch, but each rush forward ends with another inch of him sinking into you. By the time your palms are back on the floor, Steve’s buried to the hilt, and all you’ve managed to do is give him a better—no, the best angle to fuck you.

This is a stupid game, and it feels un-win-able. You get away? Well then he’s not inside you anymore, and that’s a travesty. You stop fighting? He might go easy on you, and that’s just plain unacceptable when his dick feels this good. Hell, he sounds so good, grunting and babbling about how tight you are around him, how much he loves watching your ass from ‘way up here,’ how you’re so wet his balls are dripping as they slap against your sensitive nerves. It’s an impossible situation.

But…

Captain said to play the game, and Captain Rogers must be obeyed.

You press against your hands like a stretching cat, shoving Steve back onto his heels. He huffs, his rhythm broken until you attempt to stand and jump off the bed.

Mid-air, he catches you, swatting you back down onto the springy cushion, face up and giggling. You can’t help it. You’re so not sad that your ploy ‘didn’t’ work. Your reward—the thinnest veiled punishment of it all—is Steve’s near-feral attack on your breasts, top ripped over your head, nipples caressed, sucked, and bitten to within an inch of your life, or so it feels to your lung. The now dire ache grows between your legs.

As if on cue, he lines himself back up, a glorious sigh rolling off his shiny pink lips. Steve pushes that giant paw of his into your stomach again, this time using the other to prop your leg over his chest and shoulder. He clutches your thigh to his straining abs.

Sweet mercy, he knows. He goddamn knows that’s the spot. He can feel himself thrust inside you. He savors the slow drag of his head beneath his own fingers through your skin, but he can only handle that so long.

You coming around him is his downfall. His eyebrows synch together crudely, and his movements falter. Steve’s moans cut off in higher and higher whines.

This is your moment; he’s useless when he comes.

You seize onto his broad shoulders for leverage, using the slick of your arousal and his sweat to launch out of his grasp and off the bed. Though the victory feels empty without Steve filling you, you’re granted the glorious sight of the beast that is Nomad frantically stroking himself to completion. His desperate, small cry at having to shoot his load on the sheets beneath him instead of deep in your heat may as well be music.

That treat alone could be enough of a prize, and it is…until those blue eyes turn up toward you through long lashes, a grin breaking through the coarse hair all around it.

“Best two outta three?”

Ope, feeling myself gettin' frisky, gang. Good thing I've got two series that all have smut next...

Hope you enjoyed reading! Reblogs and feedback are always welcome!

#steve rogers #nomad steve #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #fanfic #steve x reader #steve x you #fluff and romance #smut #steve rogers x reader smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steven grant rogers #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fanfic #captain america fanfiction #captain america x you #captain america x reader #captain america #captain america fluff #captain america smut #ro answers

[belladonnasmenagerie]

Mick Taylor X F!Reader

!18 plus!Minors don’t interact!

Wanted to write Mick recently so I decided to finish this little story lol if you don’t like Mick don’t read. I always feel so self conscious when I write for Mick XD even though I love this man for some reason XD

Synopsis: Pulling over on the side of the road Mick decides to eat you out before fucking the daylights out of you

Warning: f!oral, finger fucking, multiple orgasms, references to uncle by Mick, dirty talk, masturbating, fucking reader till you pass out

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With his hands deep in your hair, gripping at the roots, his fingers roughly pounded into you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. Juices ran down shaking legs as the 4th orgasm slowly approached, an overwhelming sensation making your mind go numb as eyes crossed in pleasure.

Leaning down Mick whispered into your ear

“Gonna be a good slut for uncle mick and cum again, sweetheart?”

You did your best to nod knowing it would be nearly impossible to speak at said moment.

Mick smirked “Good girl.”

Pulling back he finally slid his sopping fingers from your abused and swollen pussy, looking at the juices dripping down to his palm before sticking the fingers in his mouth moaning as he cleaned them off.

Finally letting go of your now messy hair he dropped to his knees, hands grasping your cheeks and squeezing before spreading to show your pulsing pussy.

With another groan mick palmed himself through the front of his pants as he dove in licking up the mess, thumb coming up to circle around your swollen nub.

You let out a long moan feeling his tongue push past your walls flicking up and down inside combining with the overstimulation on your clit.

“F-fuck mick…” you managed to moan out

Mick groaned into your core as the hand palming himself fished out his engorged cock, pre cum leaking down the shaft.

Letting his pre cum be the lube he pumped himself, tongue still deep inside your tight hole.

Digging nails into the palm of your hands you used your upper arms to push back your hips hoping to get more pleasure from Mick. A growl left Micks chest feeling the pressure against his face, tongue getting pushed deeper.

Instantly removing his face the hand moving against your clit slapped your left cheek hard making a yelp leave your throat. Standing up Mick grabbed your hair yanking you up against his chest.

“You just broke the one rule I gave ya darlin.”

You whimpered feeling his hardened cock grind against you, the emptiness in your core setting in.

“Pretty sure I told ya to follow my every word, didn’t I?”

You shook your head followed by an mhm sound, narrowing his eyes mick yanked your hair snapping out a strict order

“Answer me when I’m talkin’ to ya!”

“Yes sir!” You shouted couple tears rolling down your eyes

Mick smirked “Good girl, you do know how to listen.” He placed the other hand of his at your hip “so tell me doll, if you can listen so well why did you disobey me?”

“I-I’m sorry sir, I wasn’t thinking just please.” You begged

“Please what?” He whispered moving the hand on your hip to his cock, lining it up with your entrance.

“Fuck me mick I need your cock please!”

With one thrust he slammed himself inside you letting out a curse at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. Dropping your body onto the fords tailgate he gripped your hips tightly, inevitably leaving bruises.

Limp from pleasure you felt him pull out half way only to thrust harshly back in, starting off with an unforgiving pace.

“Fucking shit, you’re tight.” He growled thrusting harshly back and forth the tip grazing your g spot every time

Your mind hazed over at the pleasure, overstimulation taking a back seat to the feeling of pure bliss coursing through you.

Soft moans left your lips as you felt your once lost orgasm coming back to bubble up in your gut.

The slick sounds of your juices echoed through the outback air, sun going down slowly as mick fucked you brutally in the back of his truck. Grunts and groans left micks lips as he pummeled your poor cunt.

“Nice and tight for me, gonna make me cum inside your fucking cunt.”

He threw his head back cursing before leaning down wrapping his arms around your mid section kissing over your shoulder up your neck. Giving shallow sharp thrusts your mouth fell open as your orgasm quickly approached.

“Mick I’m gonna, oh fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out

Mick moved a hand up to your throat his lips close to your ear as he whispered “You don’t get to cum until I’ve filled this pretty cunt full.”

“What?” You asked baffled

“This is your punishment darlin’ I’m going to fill that nasty cunt of yours nice and good then you can cum.”

You whimpered like a battered down puppy dog, the feeling of your orgasm straining to be released ached in your core. Mick kept his sharp thrusts up going faster and faster every second his hand around your throat clenching harder and harder with each thrust.

Burying his head in your shoulder you could feel your consciousness faze in and out as you barley hear him grunt out.

“Fuck! Imma fill you up babygirl!”

Releasing your throat he slammed his hips harshly against yours slamming himself as deep as he could go, his cum filling up your womb. Gripping you tightly his breathe was heavy and hot against you, after a few beats he stood up.

Taking a few more intakes of breathe mick backed up, pulling his cock out of your spent cunt, He watched as his seed slowly dripped out of you. Grabbing at your waist he flipped you onto your back before pulling you up against his chest. Wiping some of your sweat drenched hair from your face he pulled you to his lips in a steamy slow kiss, tongue tangling with yours, a whimper leaving your throat.

Pulling away he looked down at you “been such a good girl for your uncle mick.” He looked you over “why don’t you touch yourself for me.”

With the permission your hand quickly shot to your clit, the orgasm inside you ready to snap already, you watch mick back up hand on his cock as he pumped the half hard member, watching you move your fingers deftly along your clit.

Moaning out you let praises seep from your lips “thank you! Oh fuck thank you thank you!”

Throwing your head back and letting out a long moan your body quivered as the massive orgasm knocked you back against the truck, your strength no longer able to hold you up.

Letting your body go limp a haze started to overcome you until your vision became black.

Mick chuckled to himself stuffing himself into his pants

“Fucked ya into a coma did I?”

He commented to himself walking over to your unconscious body, picking you up gently he maneuvered you into the passenger seat leaving your torn clothing in the dirt. Climbing into the driver seat he looked once more at your marked worn out body and smirked to himself before starting up the truck.

The jingle of the chains in the back being the only sound going down the road as the Australian sunset on the horizon.

#slasher #slasher x reader #slashers #horror #slasher smut #smut #wolf creek #mick taylor #mick Taylor smut #mick taylorxreader

[phoenixwatchesmovies]

2023 Favorites

I'm kinda glad I was keeping track of what I watched, in retrospect, because looking back over my posts this year, I realized I forgot about a lot of stuff. XD After looking over the recaps and excluding rewatches, here's my top ten New Stuff I Watched for 2023:

10. Cabinet Of Curiosities

Bizarre nightmares unfold in eight tales of terror in a visually stunning, spine-tingling horror collection curated by Guillermo del Toro.

If GDT is your guy, give this a watch. Creature features, cursed objects, aliens, you name it. 8/8 tentacled eldritch abominations.

9. Wolf Creek

Three backpackers stranded in the Australian outback are plunged inside a hellish nightmare of insufferable torture by a sadistic psychopathic local.

Holy shit, this was intense. And as I said initially, so mean. If you're into Texas Chainsaw Massacre, try this. I'm into franchise bingo, so I'm going to look into the sequels and TV series. 3/3 heads on a stick.

8. Requiem For A Dream

The drug-induced utopias of four Coney Island people are shattered when their addictions run deep.

I get the feeling this is one of those that hurts so much more on rewatching, so there's that to look forward to. I've also rarely seen movies that do so much harmonizing between the music and the visuals, and it was so satisfying. 4/4 refrigerator jump scares.

7. Evil Dead Rise

A twisted tale of two estranged sisters whose reunion is cut short by the rise of flesh-possessing demons, thrusting them into a primal battle for survival as they face the most nightmarish version of family imaginable.

This was probably the most fun I had with a horror movie all year, TBH. Horror exploring family dynamics will always be a fave, and this brought plenty of fresh stuff to the franchise while also holding onto the core traits. 5/5 Staffenies.

6. Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

A charming thief and a band of unlikely adventurers embark on an epic quest to retrieve a lost relic, but things go dangerously awry when they run afoul of the wrong people.

This was the most fun I had watching a movie all year, period. If you know nothing about DND, it's a good fantasy movie. If you're a DND nerd, the game mechanics are baked into it. If you're a fan of found families, guess what! 6/6 stealth checks.

5. Cowboy Bebop

A ragtag crew of bounty hunters chases down the galaxy's most dangerous criminals. They'll save the world--for the right price.

I got exactly what I wanted out of this, so haters be damned. The anime is a masterpiece and a classic, but if you're not in the mood for the existentialism and other heavier themes, here ya go. 3/3 shower-bath-showers.

4. The Black Phone

After being abducted by a child killer and locked in a soundproof basement, a 13-year-old boy starts receiving calls on a disconnected phone from the killer's previous victims.

Near perfect, as far as I'm concerned. The older I get, the more kids-in-danger as a concept fucks with me, making this the most stressful movie I watched this year (though It Chapter One gave it a run for its money, and I still think they would make a great double feature). 5/5 black balloons.

3. Evil Dead (2013)

Five friends head to a remote cabin, where the discovery of a Book of the Dead leads them to unwittingly summon up demons living in the nearby woods.

It's gnarly. It's badass. I almost puked. I had THE BEST time. The story works as an effective allegory, the effects are gruesomely awesome, and the finale is metal af. Plain and simple. 70,000/70,000 gallons of fake blood.

2. The Crow

A man brutally murdered comes back to life as an undead avenger of his and his fiancée's murder.

Beautiful, sad, aesthetic for days, hella good soundtrack. *chef kiss* I still haven't seen The Batman, but they seem visually similar, so if you like that, you'll probably like this. For more in-depth thoughts, read my post. 1/1 epic rooftop guitar solos.

1. The Fall Of The House Of Usher

To secure their fortune (and future) two ruthless siblings build a family dynasty that begins to crumble when their heirs mysteriously die, one by one.

Not just a new favorite Mike Flanagan. A new favorite in general, and my number one for the year. I just screamed about this one last month, and I don't have anything more to add. I've seen Succession comparisons, and while I have no idea how accurate that is, there's my "if you like that, here's this." Holy crap. 7/7 deadly sins personified.

Happy New Year! 🥂

#yearly round up #watch a thon 2023 #tfothou #the crow 1994 #evil dead 2013 #the black phone #cowboy bebop netflix #dnd honor among thieves #evil dead rise #requiem for a dream #wolf creek #guillermo del toro's cabinet of curiosities

[tf2-plus2]

Employee Profile #130

Employee Profile for; Mitchell "Mick" Mundy Sniper ███-███

Age; 20

Hair; Dark Brown

Eyes; Gray Aqua

Blood Type; O Negative

Height; 6'2"/187.9 CM

Weight; 187 Lbs/84.8 kg

D.O.B.; Jun 14th, 1941 ███ ████, ████

P.O.B.; Wallaroo, Australia ███ ███████

Class; Sniper

Job; Precision Elimination

Background Information; He seems to have absolutely no recollection of his first home, and we have no intention of telling him unless it is necessary. His upbringing in Australia has proved to make a very resourceful young man and a talented mercenary, as he seems to have become something of a bounty hunter before being reached out to. His attachment to family is a small issue, but we have no qualms with the mercenaries contacting their families, it's not as if many people would ever believe parents talking about their sons being in the infamous Gravel Wars, after all.

Weapons: Mr. Mundy has shown more than excellent prowess with all manner of ranged weapons, but especially those that are extremely long range. His patience and accuracy are unparalleled by the rest of the team, except perhaps those gun robots made by Mr. Conagher. Thankfully, he is not useless in closer combat. He has been trained or has trained himself with some manner of shorter blades such as kukris or machetes. Unfortunately, he is still much like his countrymen, as he has begun mastering that dreaded Jarate that Mr. Hale invented. His teammates are just as disturbed as his enemies.

Notes; He's oddly... reserved? For an Australian. Although the baseline are those like Saxton Hale, who teased Mr. Mundy on meeting him, Sniper is more tolerable to be around. That being said, he was raised to live on his own and off the land, and seems to have learned his skills from hunting. Bounty hunting not out of the question. He does prefer to keep to himself, but joins in boosting the morale and camaraderie when it is presented. Especially when beer is involved.

Hiring Date; [REDACTED], 1961

#See Ya Outback (Sniper) #Comic Update! (Lore Post) #tf2 sniper #tf2 headcanons #(I hope it's becoming more and more obvious who's writing these)

[anxsity]

u already know what i gotta give this

6 ⭐ / 5 ⭐

man. and in a game in which nobody was trade protected 👀 i would elaborate on this but i am nothing if not superstitious so ill leave it be. please god dont let me go through a vrana situation 2.0

ANYWAY- ya got da big man with a shorty to start it off. hot. sexy. setting the tone, future captain shit you know how it is. AND THEN AN OVI PP! CLASSIC YOU LOVE TO SEE IT. a beck fight? garf raised him so well im so proud. then jensens??? first goal of the year?? anythings possible ig. then lapdog, amazing babe ur doing amazinggg. AND THEN MIRO!!!! LIGHT OF MY LIFE!!!! FUTURE OF THE ORG!!!! OVI'S PRIDE AND JOY!!!! FIRST NHL GOAL IN 5TH NHL GAME!!!! it was so fun to see him and the whole team just truly excited for him, especially ovi mobbing him on the bench as a proud mama bear. oh also pretty goal sonny just the icing on the cake <3 i feel like so much has happened. happy birthday to both sandy (and happy extension!) and stromer! AND FUCKING CHUCKIE SHUTOUT!!!!!!!!!!! KING OF THE CREASE HIMSELF!!!!!!!! pls dont take him away from me gmbm. also shoutout to nicke for roughing it in the australian outback and still finding a way to pirate 💀 now thats dedication. and all against shittsburgh okay alright. okay. im so scared for tomorrow.

#caps lb #hockey #and the whole game im sending skull pics to mads #tonight really had it all #im probably still missing things it was just SO MUCH all at once

[scoundrelofwrath]

@infernal-feminae

Striker had been stalking his latest target, finding them in some place outback of the Wrath ring, some dingy little area that might as well be considered a ghost town. Sneaking into one of the abandoned saloons of this forsaken place and sets himself up by the window ready to wait on his target to get out of their little safe house.

Down on one knee, window slightly ajar with the tip of his barrel resting on the window sill, scope fixed to the distance as he waits for the tiniest shadow of the one to be seen to take his shot. This mark have been eluding plenty and Striker had finally got him within reach as he is sitting here for about an hour already. "Come on ya bastard.."

#in character; safety off #infernal feminae; millie

[tf2heritageposts]

one more submission ask. what i said before about apologising for sending the same stuff twice still applies but yeah

this gif of heavy, medic and demoman (its like 9 notes away from 2000 does that count)

:0

gabe sun

cooking with pyro

what puberty did to me

why did the spy cross the road

loadouts

lemonade as outback steakhouse man

another gmod or sfm clip as a gif

anime girls

relationship punching panthers idk how to label posts sometimes

demofish

mini gun

sorry dad

cool dog pic

scottish resistance taunt

tf2 melee servers

removed the scout

rapunzel loadout

camping :)

merasmus (idk if this counts sorry)

tf2 screenshots

which tf2 class is right for you

spy da man

Hugh the hot dog king

Seven Vaganiyas

dueling hats

poison knife

engineering degree

tumblr pro

another frozen post

force a nature

more loadouts

ooc comic quotes

heres a schematic for ya

matezoned

conga

this heavy gif

pyro balloon...?

heavy goes to the store

spunch bop

where the engineer when you need him to be engihere

goodbye scout

engineer do not engifear

tiny spy

heavy :)

a tragic story

johnny test

CHAIRS HATE HIM

scary expensive hat

why i oughta

finally cleared this one oyt goddamn

[snugpunk]

Ya like tomboy Outback?

#artists on tumblr #artwork #original art #art #digital art #digital drawing #my art #oc art #ocs #tomboy #outback #drawing meme #my art <3 #my artwork #oc artist

[omoghouls]

I just love the fact that "making water" was a common way to describe pissing back in the the day. Sounds so adorable and childish, even though it was apparently common 😆

Saaame omg- it's such a proper, well mannered/less crude way of saying they need to pee-

I'm imagining a city person visiting rural/farmland territory and says they have to "go make water" and the farmer just staring at them like "We got a well outback so, no need to make anything buddy!"

Cue to the city person being too embarrassed to explain what they actually mean until they are seconds away from an accident- when they stutter out that they "need to pee"

The farmers just chuckles and slaps their back, "Now why didn't ya just say so? I swear you city slickers, always coming up with these fangdangle terms." 😂💖

#m #omorashi #omocute