Saturday Night"Ach laddie I cannae believe ye did thae'!"Saturday Night4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Demo was laughing and laughing, so hard he could barely keep sitting on the bench. It was odd behavior for someone in a jail cell, but he'd been through worse, and besides, the two of them seemed to wind up in this kind of situation a lot, for various reasons.
Jane, after all, was hard to stop once he got going in a fight. The Soldier'd probably punched out more cops on a regular basis than was good for anyone- it was only by mercy of their contracts that they rarely spent more than a night behind bars. They were probably in for a hell of a scolding by their respective bosses later, though.
The BLU Soldier simply huffed, shrugging, and wiped his bloody knuckles on the sleeve of his jacket, leaving a dark purple stain as red met blue.
"Well, what the hell'd you expect?"
"Could've always gone someplace else."
"No way. It was the goddamn principle. I mean, what's wrong with you? I do not see a single goddamn reason that you can't dri
Every Planet We Reach Is Dead"I'm sorry."Every Planet We Reach Is Dead4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He whispers it. He very seldom whispers. I don't know if anyone but me has ever heard him speak in such a quiet manner. But it's understandable. He's exhausted.
I hold him close to me. Under the bandaging, my chest hurts. I don't need stitches but I would've if the wound went much deeper. It probably wouldn't hurt, though but I don't want to. I'd have to answer questions then, and people wouldn't understand. They'd try to take him away.
It'd be easier if I could just holler for Medic. He'd fix it with no comment but rolled eyes. But Medic's home in Germany. The war's been long over.
I slide the helmet off Jane's head. He lets me do this. It's a good sign that he's truly calmed down.
He looks up at me, apologetic, worn out. His eyes he could always knock me out with those eyes. Like the brightest, bluest sky on the most perfect Fourth of July you ever imagined.
"Tav I hurt you again, didn't I? Goddamnit GodDAMNIT "
"Shhh. It's it's
To Cook ... or Not to CookTo Cook ... or Not to Cook6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All was quiet in 2Fort. The fighting had halted for a good while and no one expected it to restart for another few days. As usual, when this happened, everyone took the chance to sleep in late, catch up on some much needed R 'n' R, and well just chill. Everyone, that is, except Scout. It hadn't taken the youngest member of the team long to get bored of the lack of action. So here it was, 4 AM and the boy was pacing in his room while everyone else slept. He'd like to say that this didn't happen often, but during these breaks, it was quite a common occurrence. He was edgy and itching to do something. But what? He sat down for a brief moment, staring at his door before standing right back up again and heading down the corridor. This tick wasn't healthy and Scout found this even more so as he rounded the corner. He had this uncontrollable urge to coo
Through the Eyes of a SniperI couldnt believe it! Not only was this blighter in the open, he was kneeling by all the blokes thatd bit the bullwhip, or were nearly there anyways I havent the foggiest as to what the hell hes doing. Figured Id take a few shots at him, see if itd tip is knickers into running off somewhere; but he dont even act to bother about it all! What the hell is he doing? Is he holding a book?Through the Eyes of a Sniper6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Now dont that beat all; not only is this bloke out in the middle of a bloody capping field, but hes going about it with not but a bleeding book! He aint even totin that syringe shooter of his! I cant think to understand what on earth hes trying to get at, hes just walking about the field, checking peoples to see if theyre dead or not, closing all the blokes that didnt make its eyes, and squatting by the others reading a book at them as they lay there wasting away. Grant it, he
SCOUT IS SUCH A VIRGIN.In my tummy, butterflies.SCOUT IS SUCH A VIRGIN.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel them flit about.
Now, I know I need it, and
Now, there is no more doubt.
So now, here we are. I look
Up and say, "I love you."
When you smile and kiss my head,
I know you love me too.
But I want more of you, and
I can't just stop somehow.
I can't think of a better
Setting than here and now.
I can't stand it anymore.
I pull you to a kiss.
"I want it, I want you, I
Want tonight, I want this."
"If I give it to you, I
Need to know it's not just
Another notch in your belt.
Is this love I can trust?"
"'Cos this is significant.
Its loss can't be erased.
It can't be compensated
For, returned, or replaced."
"If I give it to you now,
I need to see you know
That, no matter who you meet,
Or the places you go..."
"No matter where you start from,
No matter where you end,
No matter if I am your
Love, enemy, or friend..."
"No matter who you were, and
No matter who you'll be,
You'd always, always, always
Have a small part of me."
I can see his smile grow i
Pet Medics for DummkopfsPet Medics for Dummkopfs4 years ago in Humor More Like This
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Laundry DayA nap, just a short one. He awoke with a stretch, scratching his neck. Still most of the day left, better get started. The Sniper set his feet down off the side of the cot. Dishes cluttered the small table ahead. To the left near the door sat a pile of laundry. Glaring he watched it shift on its own accord, clothes bobbing up and down before settling for a bit only to twitch again. A wayward sock rolled off the top of the heap.Laundry Day3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
No need to grab his glasses but he picked up his hat from the hook on the wall. Rising he sighed, cracking a smile. Didn't need his shirt either. With another stretch he pulled it over his head and shoulders, tossing onto the pile to be washed with the rest. At once it rose then disappeared, pulled in by some unseen force. With out a word the Sniper leaned downed and picked up the entire pile, save for a few tumbling bits of clothing. A wooden basket slid under it, guided by his feet. More wriggling, sleepy squeaks.
The first fell out, landing in the basket with
TF2: A Psychiatric Evaluation--------------------------------------------------------TF2: A Psychiatric Evaluation6 years ago in Humor More Like This
A PSYCHIATRIC EVALUATION OF THE CLASSES OF TEAM FORTRESS 2
From the files of Dr. Cole Dimpsey, PhD:
At the behest of the members of the team, the commanding officer of Reliable Excavation & Demolition (Or RED) has recently called upon my services. Feeling that the numerous missions he has sent his men upon have taken untold psychological tolls upon them, and that morale is low for those reasons, I have been hired to give each member a psychiatric evaluation to see what effects the ongoing struggle between them and the men of the Builders League United, (BLU) has taken upon their minds.
I went into this little job with an open mind, and hopes that this study would possibly net me a Nobel Peace Prize nomination, not at all expecting to meet some of the most fascinating, thoroughly depraved, and deep
Better Of Two EvilsBetter Of Two Evils3 years ago in Drama More Like This
No answer, of course not. Mike kept silence as always. It was kinda funny, that the boy who usually barley shut his mouth remained silent like this all the sudden. Yet, to be honest, Sydney wished he would at least answer in this very moment. But he didn't.
Sydney filled two glasses with water and placed one right in front of the tight-lipped runner before he sat down beside him on the couch. They could have looked like two friends, who were just chilling in the communal room of the base....beside the hand- and foot-cuffs which kept Mike from running away and/or killing someone.
They were alone; well, at least it seemed so, because Sydney knew Jean was nearby, but he didn't want the Tentaspy being part of his weekly conversation with Mike. He wanted to talk to the Scout privately - with Jean around he would probably never open his mouth. Not that he ever opened it when Sydney for a change wanted him to.
"How is Gabe?"
Mike looked away, releasing an irritated grumble. It w
TF2 - Respawn Family Part 4"Me-"TF2 - Respawn Family Part 44 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Russian had burst through the door to his friend, war not thirty minutes from starting, and upon not seeing the doctor at the breakfast table - (Spy's turn to cook; nothing like French toast before war) - Heavy knew the man had overslept, and raced after finishing his food to the man, only to find the German with his back to him, fully aware of the situation, and hastily getting dressed.
Dark hair tussled from sleep; the physician was tying his belt around his tan pants, shirtless from sleeping, boots on, glasses on his desk.
"Almost there, go vithout me!"
The weapons expert watched as a smooth and slightly scarred back disappointingly disappeared beneath a silky white shirt, and as soon as the cloth slipped over his shoulders, the owner of the pale flesh began darting around his infirmary, gathering his needed things, the shirt open and revealing the stomach and flat chest beneath, also slightly marred by senile battle wounds.
Grabbing his g
TF2 - Respawn Family Part 2"Doktor-"TF2 - Respawn Family Part 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
"No!" Medic swatted a hand airily in the direction of the large Russian, attempting to bury his head further under his pillow.
The world spun upside down and Medic found himself being held up by the ankle, high above the ground, eye level with Heavy, glaring at him lightly.
"Is time for vake up, Doktor."
"Neeeeiin." Medic squirmed in the uncomfortable grip and grabbed a pillow, batting the giant weapons expert across the face. "Put me doooown! I vas asleep! Down!"
The German kicked out a little, squirming upside down, still half asleep and glaring from the bright walls of the infirmary.
"Nyet, Doktor, it is time to vake up, you overslept."
The Heavy was silenced by another hit across his face by the soft pillow, making him chuckle lowly at the brunettes futile attempts to escape the one-handed hold.
"Down, dummkopf, down!
"Nyet. Are you awake yet?" The larger of the two grinned as the smaller looked down- or up in his case- as if truly
TF2 - Respawn Family"Medic. . . . . Medic . . . .!"TF2 - Respawn Family4 years ago in Romance More Like This
No, no, no, he didn't like this, not one little bit. He was being shaken by a large, warm hand on his shoulder, and the doctor screwed his eyes up tighter.
He was in the middle of a dream, where he was at home, in Germany, safe and warm and away from all the fighting and gore, able to laugh and have fun genuinely, without fear or memories of death, destruction and murder.
No, no, no, he didn't like this at all.
It wasn't right. He could laugh and have fun here. This was home.
Finally, he awoke, eyes blurred, even with his circular glasses on, the ceiling blindingly white, as he realized he was in the Respawn Room, the room next to his own infirmary.
"Doktor . . ?" came a large voice that the Medic could not pinpoint. His head was heavy and vision swimming in the pale, sterile-smelling room.
Medic finally managed to sit up, shakily propping himself up onto his elbows. He felt as if he was detached from his body, like he was just rudely awakened
6:15 English Version6:15 English Version3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The dining hall was completely barren; save for a single person, whose physical presence was not enough to prolong a facade of liveliness throughout the room. A heavy, weighted silence commanded the whole of the room, penetrated only by the unearthly clock, hanging ominously above the only set of double doors leading into the dining hall proper. The Mess room, in which more than one hundred men could eat at any given time was separated in this very moment into two halves: in the half furthest back where dozens of stacked chairs and tables, untouched from the day on which they first arrived. In the closer half, closer to the kitchen and entrance, rests a single long table and twelve chairs. Only one was occupied. Scout draws his arms farther from him, allowing the limbs to rest across the table. He stares, exhausted, at his coffee --- strong, drenched to an unrecognizable beverage with the help of extraneous amounts of milk and sugar ---- he would need it.
As far as he could rememb
TF2 vs 40kTF2 vs 40k7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Team Fortress 2, Ork style!
Engineer: Big Mek.
Nah lissen boy, oim a mek, and dat meenz oi fix problemz. Not problemz like what is dakka, dat falls in yer own ideas of brainitude! i fix reel problems. Loike 'ow am oi gonna kill some puny 'umie in a bunka? da answer? use some gubbinz. and if'n dat dont werk? use more gubbinz. Take dis, shokk attack gun, designed boi me, made boi me, and you best hope...not pointed at yoo!
Heavy weapons guy: Flash Git
I'm a Flash git, and dis...is my weapon. It fires kustum made bullets at free fahsand shots a minnit... It costs seven 'undred teef, ta fire dis gun, for...sum seconds!
zoggin' 'ell who touched Shouty? Dats it...'OO TOUCHED MAH DAKKA?!
Sum boyz fink dey can outfink me... maybe... maybe... I've yet ta meet one dat can outfink dakka!
Soldier: Ork boy
If deres a battle to be fort, den yoo must fight!
Ghazghkull Thraka sed dat, an I fink 'e kno's a bit more abaht krumpin' dan yoo do boy, becuz 'e invented it! An' den 'e perfected it so no livin
Tenta SniperHe awoke in water, deep enough to drown in. The lights shining in his eyes remained even hours after a needle drove into his skin. Arms bore the signs of metal and leather bindings and he rubbed them with out thinking. No more voices, no more hands. His nerves replayed the violations even as his vision focused. No, it is done. Silence, save for the water flowing around him.Tenta Sniper3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Eyes went wide. His nose, his mouth all under the surface breathing in unnatural liquid. Another vile reminder in his mind; being shoved under, head kept down until he near blacked out. Again they said. We'll test him again after more injections. Reflexes clenched at the realization and his head shot up, mouth vomiting a lung full of water.
Pain in his limbs from the motion. He shut his eyes trying to breath. Air in his chest now, an old comfort. A flash of memory. Scalpels on his face, a point directed at his helpless pupil propped open with clamps. Bringing a hand up he rubbed his temple, swatting the area free of
Teamwork is Magic: Chapter 3Dash grabbed the freshly-modded scattergun, specifically made for hooves instead of hands. Engi had made special weapons for all of them, capping it off by modding the regenerator so that the ponies could respawn. He even modded some of the clothes to fit the equines. Everyone stood around, firing their weapons to get a feel. Once they were ready, one by one they ran out the door.Teamwork is Magic: Chapter 34 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Of Course, Dash was out first, flying over the bridge, past the enemy respawn, and down their spiral.
"I'll just run in, grab the intel, and run out. Easy" She peeked in, and the sight that greeted her was not a good one: A level three sentry pointed directly at her. She screamed and ducked behind the corner as the rockets missed by inches. "Okay, maybe not so easy. At least no Engi's were around. That would have been embarrassing"
"HI DASH!" Pinkie yelled right behind her. She jumped backwards, back into the sentry's sight.
"PINKIE! wait..." She looked around as the sentry beeped to confirm her pr
Vanilla ch. 2VanillaVanilla ch. 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Over the next few battles, Sniper found himself looking out for the little Medic. He'd often catch sight of the German while hunting for REDs, and would find himself watching the man work. He'd often snipe just the REDs coming after the younger man, ignoring the rest of the team totally(they can take care of themselves, he often said). He found that Medic wasn't ever fully relaxed, not even when hidden from the REDs and attempting to rest.
One day, before battle, Sniper pulled Medic to the side.
"V-vat is... Wrong, Herr Sniper?"
"I saw you yesterday, during battle. You seem to not be able to rest during battle. I know that a good moment's rest will help you out, but you can never find that rest. Follow me, when the battle starts, okay?"
Medic nodded, and when the battle started, he trailed the Australian, to a small wooden tower. After climbing a few flights of stairs, they came to a small room, with a door that locked. After Medic stepped in, Sniper turned and shut the do
Breaking Point 5Sniper was up on stage, swaying unsteadily as he belted out the words to the song playing on the jukebox. "If I should call you up, invest a dime, and you say you belong to me, and ease my mind," he croaked softly, as if knowing he SHOULD have been a lot more ashamed of what he was doing, even if he wasn't. "Imagine how the world could be, so very fine, so happy togetheeer."Breaking Point 54 years ago in Drama More Like This
Pyro cheered and clapped along gleefully with the tempo as Sniper's singing grew to a crescendo at the chorus. It even began singing along in its muffled voice with him: "I can't see me lovin' nobody but you! For all my life! When you're with me, baby the skies will be blue! For all my liiife!"
It was now ten days after Scout leaked the information of the RED Intel. Soldier had allowed his team a night celebration after RED's successful recapture, and they sure as hell were going to use it. Now most of the team (excluding Soldier, who never went out of War-mode, and Spy, who'd become quite the recluse as of
The Scout and the Crab chp.23Chapter 23 - Then there were twoThe Scout and the Crab chp.234 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Spycrab noticed an unusual change in the weather as the week went on. It stopped snowing and the cloud cover cleared up, allowing the field to warm up a bit for the fighters. It made him feel uneasy when he noticed how the snow was slowing thinning day after day. Eventually it got to the point where he could even see patches of the ground beneath the snow. That just made things worse when the REDs would return from the battle, practically covered from head to toe in mud. Particularly the Scout, due to all his running and jumping.
One of the Spycrab's newest 'hobbies' to keep himself entertained while the Scout was out. Attempting to, at least, make the Scout's space somewhat liveable for both him and the young Bostonian. While difficult, due to his size, it was helping him slim down some due to all the scuttling, pulling, pushing, and folding. The Spycrab nearly had a heart attack when the Scout arrived covered in the mud and began tra
something cute goes hereFebuary was a cold month. Especally out here, in Coldfront. It wasn't called Coldfront because of the balmy beaches. Oh, no. It snowed here all year round. The only time it didn't snow, was around August, when the snow turned to mush. Cold slush, and made the dirt mud. August was a misrible month, one they hated fighting in.something cute goes here4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But, this wasn't August. It was snowy Febuary. Valentine's Day, in fact. The Announcer graced them with the day off, but only because it was Friday. He hated this holiday more than any other. Everyone acted so mushy, and he often found gifts on his desk, placed there usually by the Heavy. Today, however, he found two extras. One, was from their Scout. The boy had taken a liking to Medic, but in a more fatherly way. This gift was no romantic box of chocolates. Instead, it was a box of his favorite tea. He smiled and decided he'd get the young man something as well. Maybe some extra cans of Bonk. While he himself hated that drink, the Scout adored it.
The other gift,
The Scout and the Crab chp. 17Chapter 17 - Cargo ConfessionsThe Scout and the Crab chp. 174 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Scout couldn't tell how long they've been traveling. He sat idly in his seat and pressed his forehead against the window, at first watching 2Fort slowly fade from view but then just blankly watched the scenery from outside the train slowly change from a desert to a forest. Was this interesting to him? Quite the opposite. It was very boring.
Every now and then he would look up to see what his teammates were doing to keep themselves entertained. The Pyro, Soldier, Spy and Demoman were playing cards-- it was pretty evident that the Spy was winning. Most likely through cheating. The Heavy had practically taken over the seat he was sharing with the Medic, lying down on the seat with his head in the Medic's lap as he snored loudly. The Medic was trying to read a book, but found it difficult with the Heavy's -well- heavy breathing. Scout couldn't help but wonder why the Medic and Heavy weren't harassed like the Sniper was after the rumor had
Singapore 1Singapore could feel her body shake in fright as the gunshots and loud screeches that filled the air told her that she was to be left unprotected. E-England...lost? She thought in despair. What about Malaya-nii? He l-lost too...?Singapore 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She leaped to her feet and began running in a random direction. Gunshots, screams, curses, roaring of tanks and thunders of feet were everywhere; it frightened her. Singapore just ran. She didn't know where to, but she just did. But she knew that she wouldn't be able to escape anyway.
Japan had won.
"England's cooking is very different from other countries' cooking!"
Singapore said innocently and cheerfully. She wore a carefree and a happy-go-lucky kind of face.
"R-really?" England said nervously. Hoping the reply wouldn't be anything hurtful or negative, he asked, "What do you think of it?"
Singapore looked thoughtful for a while, and by thoughtful I mean really thoughtful. Then she grinned, "...Unique!"
TF2: Mylene Dawnson ch1The tiny, cramped vehicle bucked and rocked as it sailed over the rugged, barren desert landscape, tossing up waves of sand like a hot ocean mist. Great red canyons loomed on the horizon, fading into blue as they stretched out of sight into the atmosphere. I had never seen such a vast, flat stretch of land in my life. My time was spent on the other side of the mountains, where the horizon was almost never smooth. Here, I could see for miles and miles, the furthest stretches simply dissolving into the veil that was out of range of the human eye.TF2: Mylene Dawnson ch14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The driver's dog tags rattled against his chest as we rolled along, sounding like bells jingling to celebrate the journey. After so long, though, the jubilation I felt was melting along with the rest of me. The sun hissed against my skin mercilessly and I shone with sweat almost everywhere that was exposed. The only relief was the wind blowing through the open car as we drove, but even that was hardly comfortable.
I was trying to remain polite a