A Personal Rant Because I'm Hurting

Just ask your crush out already, you cowardly bitch!

Yes, me! (And yes, you too if you're reading this and the header could apply to you but mostly I'm writing this as a pep talk for my own wussy ass.)

Hey, I know it's scary. The chance of rejection is always scary, and if you've got rejection sensitivity or some traumatic memories about being turned down in a humiliating or cruel way, doubly so. Having both of those, I got ya.

But I'm sorry, there's no other way around it and better do it now. If you keep waiting in order to find the perfect moment / observe them for signs they like you too... you'll wait an eternity. A perfect moment likely never comes and reading someone's behaviour or body language is often quite hit-and-miss, or you'll end up overanalyzing stuff and lose all your gathered-up courage for some minor change in atmosphere, not to mention body language expertise has no scientific base and the same gesture can be due to many different reasons: they may lean closer to you in conversation because they like you or they may do it because they're hard of hearing and want to hear what you say. The only way to get a definite answer to "Do you want to go out with me?" is, well, ask. Waiting any longer for some celestial signal is likely futile, so just do it now.

I don't know how they're gonna respond. What matters is that you'll get peace. Also, in my experience the fear of the worst-case scenario is very often worse than how things actually play out.

If they reject you politely? Good, now your brain power doesn't have to go on fantasizing about them anymore and you can return to your usual productive levels. And, if you wish to look for a relationship, you won't be stuck on someone who won't give you what you want.

If your worst fear comes true and they reject you while being mean about it? Same as above + good thing they revealed themself as an asshole now, you didn't want a person like that anyway! You will heal from the wound they caused. Remember: most people aren't like them.

If they say yes... Great! All those daydreams about cuddling with them, deep conversations, playful tickle fights, all that can actually happen now.

But it won't happen (or at least you won't get certainty of it never happening so you can stop pining for it) if you don't ask. Sorry.

Heavy x medic: rainy night

Notes: " This was an anonymous fic request :3 thanks for the idea ❤️

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Ludwig and Misha sat in the infirmary, the sounds of loud wind and the rain outside. Usually, the desert was so incredibly hot and dry. But today was one of the lovely days where the mercs got a break, and the desert had finally got its rain.  They were both laying on the infirmary bed in their sweatpants and relaxing in each other's embrace.

"Oh my dear Misha, isn't the rain vunderbar?" Medic purred calmly as he laid his head upon Misha's warm and hairy chest. "These days just amplify the amount of time we get together!"

"Da." Misha agreed as he scratched his doctor's head in the way he liked. Misha chuckled as he did this. "You are like cat, always wanting me to pet you."

Misha moved his hand from the doctors head to his stomach, stroking the beautiful burly hair that lined Ludwigs tummy and chest.

The doctor let out a soft, relaxed sigh. "That feels so lovely mein bärchen." The doctor continued to purr until he felt heavys fingertips lightly graze his ribs. He bit his tongue in an attempt to silence his giggling.

"Oh? Is my любимый (darling) ticklish?" Misha whispered as he began to tickle Ludwig. The smaller man wiggled and squirmed in his lap but was held down by Misha's hand.

"M-Misha st -" the German panted and laughed as his bear continued to tickle him.

"Nyet, say special word." Misha laughed along with his doctor as he brushed the tips of his fingers against Ludwigs stomach. The Russian had picked up on scout and snipers tricks and now began to make the Medic say uncle just as they did.

The German attempted to scowl as he howled in laughter. "Uncle!" Ludwig had managed to shout as Misha stopped his tickling.

Ludwig had tears from his laughter, and Misha wiped the tears and began smothering his lover with kisses. The German giggled happily and returned a kiss to Misha's forehead. "I'll remember zhat!" Ludwig grumbled, although his words held no venom.

Ludwig grabbed his lovers arms and pinned them to the bed. "You always zhink just because I am slightly shorter zhan you, it means I am weak. Think again!" Ludwig exclaimed as he straddled Misha's hips and lovingly caressed Misha's jawline and began to leave little kisses on him.

Misha sighed happily and kissed his lovers' cheeks again. "You know you like." Misha smiled as he rubbed Ludwig's back. "How about we get ready for bed? Clock says it is eight." Misha offered as he pointed to the alarm on the nightstand.

"Yes, I suppose it is time for bed. We will probably have a mission tomorrow." Ludwig sighed as he removed his glasses and set them on his nightstand. "It's going to be so torturous, the humidity is going to be disgusting. I hate this Verdammt desert." Ludwig complained as he cuddled back into his lover. They both pressed their foreheads together for a bit, and they kissed deeply before separating and holding each other close.

"It is okay, doktor, we will be alright." Misha smiled as he and his beloved fell asleep. the rain calmed in the desert, and the two had slept calmy and happily through the night.

The Mechanist's Quest: Chapter 1

A/N - Hi! Sorry for the general delay of all my writings. I'm doing my PhD proposal at the moment and that clearly takes priority lol. I have been having that TF2 brainrot and have a million ideas for fics. Since you all mentioned that y'all prefer larger fics to be reduced to small chapters, this one will be! If y'all end up hating the chapter set up, I'll go back to how I was writing fics.

This is a TF2 fic centered around Pyro being tasked by Engie to learn more about certain team members. Please enjoy!

Word Count: 1,498

Pyro was on a mission; something difficult, albeit important. Granted, they had been assigned this mission as it was the Engineer who was really on a mission but was too busy in his workshop to complete this mission, thus Pyro was sent to complete it. Despite the convoluted complex confusion this caused in their brain, Pyro was still going to do whatever it took to get the job done. 

The mission: find a way to subdue the three support team members. 

Pyro did not need to subdue their own team members, of course not, that would be mean. However, they needed to get a good idea of different things that could affect them and cause them to do a poor job on the field. As the BLU Team were almost exact clones of everyone on the RED Team, shadowing the three men to find out how to make them tick couldn't be that difficult, at least not in Pyro’s mind. 

  For the last few weeks, the BLU Team had been kicking the absolute shit out of the RED Team, with most of their victories being the direct cause of one of the support members doing some crafty thinking and making power plays in the last few minutes of each round. Overall team morale was poor, with most of them dreading going out into the field each day just to think they might win, then be decimated at the very end. Not one to take losing well, Engie told the team he was going to develop a machine to change things up, assuring victory. However, he needed data, and he was not very good at this sort of data collection. 

     This is where Pyro came in. Pyro enjoyed spending time with people, with the team. They enjoyed learning about others, and unlike Engie in this situation, they were able to be subtle about it. That and with Pyro on the job, Engie was able to spend more time in his workshop sketching out various blueprints and fixing his current menagerie of sentries. 

      A few evenings after Engie gave Pyro their task, Pyro was walking back to their room for the night. The sun had set long ago and most of the other mercs were already in bed or at least hidden away in their rooms. Having spent a majority of the day with Spy, which meant they spent a majority of the day in the smoking room where the two of them lounged around and read all day, Pyro was exhausted.

It had been an abbreviated day in the field, with the RED Team’s defeat striking faster than normal; feeling almost as if the group had given up and accepted failure before they even arrived at the Badlands. Once the team returned to base, all nine of the men scattered, not looking at nor acknowledging any of the others. Except for Pyro.

Too mentally tired, Spy did not turn around and snap at Pyro when they heard them begin to follow him down the hall. At least, Spy had thought, Pyro wouldn’t try to be talkative. As he opened the door, Spy held it longer than normally, allowing the shorter pyrotechnics expert to walk under his arm and enter the room. Unceremoniously, Spy sat down in his chair with a huff, from both the mental toll of the losses and the physical toll they had on his body. Losses typically meant Spy had suffered; hard.

As he withdrew his pack of cigarettes, his grey eyes followed Pyro’s movements as they gazed up at the small library.

Mann Co. had supplied a fair number of books that catered to each mercs general interests and along with a couple books brought by some of the mercs, the team had gathered a small library, which grew every time Heavy or Soldier went out into town.

Gloved hand finally pausing on a particular novel, Pyro’s index finger pushed the book back into their grip. With almost a supernatural sense, Pyro spun around and quickly lit Spy’s cigarette before the man could withdraw the lighter from his pocket. Despite being startled by the action, Spy simply nodded and mouthed his appreciation as Pyro plopped down into the chair next to him.

While he wasn’t aware of Pyro’s mission, Spy was pleasantly surprised by Pyro’s companionship for the hours they spent reading. The plush chair beside Spy scarcely was occupied, and even more rare was the person sitting in it keeping quiet and actually reading. Sure, Heavy or Demo would occasionally make an appearance to read in the silence of the room, but more often than not, it was Scout or Medic that sat there, trying to push whatever narrative they had past Spy and earn his undivided attention. As such, a quiet evening beside Pyro was a gift.

Due to the general sense of peace, and a certain person’s gasmask, Spy did not notice nor visibly acknowledge Pyro’s occasionally staring. In their head, they had a list of extensive notes to write down later about Spy, though most of them had absolutely nothing to do with the mission. Apart from the chain smoking and the Ian Fleming novel in hand, Spy had given Pyro nothing to work with; so, once he rose from his chair with the notion of going back to his room, Pyro felt as if they may have just wasted hours with little data for Engie to work with.

Luck would favor our dear Pyro as while they were walking toward the exit of the support wing, a loud crash and yelp of exclamation emanated from behind the last door before the exit. Interest piqued, Pyro walked toward the Med Bay, figuring the doctor was still in there. 

 While each merc was given their own rooms, a few stayed unoccupied most of the year. Medic, Sniper, and Engie rarely used their own personal rooms; Sniper staying out in his campervan unless the outside temperature dropped below freezing, while Engie and Medic typically fell asleep while working on projects and paperwork. Pyro had walked into the workshop many times to see the engineer slumped over on his desk. Apart from the first few times they had caught him asleep, Pyro had gotten into the habit of gently picking the man up and placing him on the cot in the corner of the workshop that Soldier and Demo had been insistent on him having.

Door cracked open just a smidge, Pyro was able to peer into the room in search of the commotion. The room was dark, sans a single light in the corner, which was a bit unusual for Medic. Whenever Pyro would come in for an examine, the room was so bright it was headache inducing even through their goggles; so, the darkness was appreciated.

“Du musst aufhören!” the words were frantic, in a higher pitch than Pyro would normally hear Medic use when speaking his native tongue. “Heavy, dammit! Get off me! Nein!”

Silhouetted by the dim light, two figures sat atop the examination bed, intertwined as one. The smaller figure lay flat, limbs flailing with uncoordinated urgency. The larger figure sat atop the smaller, straddling them by the hips.

“Doktor needs his sleep,” the other person teased, voice gruffer yet tonally light. Pyro would recognize Heavy’s voice anywhere, even without Medic shouting his name earlier.

“No, I don’t,” Medic practically spat out as Heavy interjected the doctor’s words with his fingers. “Nein. Verdammt!”

While choking out his last words, Medic began to laugh, arching his back with his arms outstretched, weakly pushing at Heavy’s arms. Never able to form the words in any other language apart from his native tongue while being playfully attacked in this manner, Medic squeaked out a few threats in German, to which all fell upon deaf ears.

In the recent months, Heavy had been finding Medic falling asleep in the middle of an experiment more than once. Just like Engie, the doctor kept finding himself busy with all sorts of work. While most of the team had absolutely no idea what he was doing, or if it was even important as he kept saying it was, they mostly left him alone to do his work. Heavy, however, knew that he needed rest and that falling asleep while standing up and covered in shark intestines was not restful. After what felt like forever, Heavy finally found a method to get Medic to go to bed.

Pyro’s eyes lit up as they watched the scene play out in front of them, a giddy smile spread across their face underneath the mask. As they watched Heavy’s fingers glide across Medic’s belly, the cacophony of Medic’s hysterical laughter filled the room and their ears. Not only was this one of the cutest things Pyro had ever seen, but this gave them a brilliant idea. As the light bulb appeared above Pyro’s head, they scampered out of the room to head to bed.

Pyro had some planning to do.

OMG that lee!Sniper jumpscare at the beginning was a wonderful surprise 😭💕

Oh, and the rest of the story too. The characterization is spot on - I'm endlessly amused by the idea of Solly really being that confidently delusional about his non-ticklishness and yet that's the way canon would totally do it. Ler!Demo my beloved <3

One more thing: your transcription of Sniper’s laughter is perfect. It conveys the crispy chainsmoker tone (you know what I'm talking about) very well.

"I thought you said you weren't ticklish" with ler!demo and lee!solly :3

"KKKHAHAHAHA!"

A mix of laughter and a scream could be heard coming from the common room. In fact, it was loud enough to reach Soldier's ears and sent him rushing to the source.

"Enemy alert, enemy alert, everyone, regroup-!"

He stopped instantly once he arrived in the doorway.

It was not a sneaky enemy attack, it wasn't even anyone accidentally burning the kitchen. Or in case of some of them not accidentally at all. The point was what met Soldier's eyes was Sniper sitting in Heavy's lap. Still screaming.

"Maggot, what is going on!? What is this Commie-?"

"KKKHAHAHA! AHAHHA!" Sniper wailed again. "S-STOHOHOHAP HIHIHIM!"

Sniper's arms flailed wildly and that's when Soldier saw it. One of Heavy's arms was keeping Sniper pinned to his chest, while the other one was wiggling against the marksman's ribs. Oh.

"Sniper was being rude," Heavy simply claimed, like that was enough of an excuse. Maybe it was.

"Bah! That is no serious emergency." Soldier thumped his leg and just when he was about to turn around and find something better to take care of-

"Naw, c'mon, laddie, not good enough of a show fer ye?" Demoman revealed his presence and spoke from the couch trying his best to be louder than Sniper, his eyes moving from the tickle pair to Soldier. "It's good fer me." He took a sip of his scrumpy.

"Show?!" Soldier raised an eyebrow under his helmet. "Being ticklish does not count as entertainment, this is an unforgivable weakness!" With that he took off, ignoring Sniper's curses.

However, he didn't get to go far before, aside from Sniper's laughter, he could hear thumps of steps behind him. Instincts kicked again and he was face to face with the intruder.

"Spy!"

"Eh, naw, lad, still me." Demo blinked at the other.

"Good job, then!" Soldier patted him on the shoulder. "Keep it up."

"Aye." Demo grinned. "But actually, I wanted to ask ye a question."

"What is it, Demoman?"

"Ye said that ticklin' is a weakness."

"That is not a question, but yes!" Soldier straightened his posture. "It is. Just like pain."

"Riiiiight." Demo rolled his eyes half-heartedly. "Guess it's bad then that every mate in this team is ticklish."

"WHAT!?" Soldier's helmet almost flew off his head. "Everyone?"

"Yep. Checked it meself." Demo grinned to himself. "'S not that weird, actually, doc once said that someone not bein' ticklish would be more of an er, "atypical nervous reaction"."

"Hmp, so everyone here is a weakling," Soldier scoffed and crossed his arms. "Aside from me. I knew it all along. Soldier prevails, maggots!"

"Soooo, you're saying ye're not ticklish?"

"Correct!" Soldier saluted.

"Riiiight." Demo narrowed his eyes. "Mind if I check then?"

"Weakness inspection, I approve!" Soldier agreed enthusiastically but then added quickly, "Even if I know there are no weaknesses on this body." He patted his chest. "You still have-." He choked on his words when Demo started pulling him with him, away from the common room.

Even though Sniper's laughter has died a while ago, Demo figured they could use a different area for that "test". And what a better place than his own room where he could be like, 50% sure no one would come uninvited.

So, they entered the area, and he lightly pushed Soldier towards his messy couch where the other sat down, still as straight as a guitar string but definitely not tense. And Demo thought that could only mean one thing,

"He genuinely thinks he's not ticklish."

Fine then, either he would make an absolute fool out of himself orrrr prove to a very unwilling mercenary that he is ticklish as well. He weighed the pros and cons, and his mind was made up.

"Alright, lad, remember, no laughing."

He sat down next to Soldier and shifted into a more comfortable position. His hands hovered above the other's body for a moment or two and then-.

"Agh!"

Squeezed both of Soldier's knees.

"Aha, what was that?" He smirked, not only because Soldier actually made a sound, but also because from his bent position he could see his eyes, and they were widened.

"Nothing!" Soldier, of course, denied everything.

"Mmmm, sure. Be it yer way."

Demo didn't stop, his hands still sitting on the trusted source that were Soldier's knees and kept squeezing. He hummed when they started twitching and the corners of Soldier's lips started moving up.

"I dunno, ye seem to be reactin', alright."

"This is... ngh, nothing," Soldier hissed through gritted teeth. "I-It's magic, you're using magic!"

"I wish."

The reaction on knees sure was promising but became even better once Demo's hands moved up to the sides of Soldier's thighs and scratched.

"Mmmph!" Soldier's hands moved, just a bit, to grab Demo's, but he managed to stop them just in time.

"Naaw," Demo tickled at the area just between thighs and hips, just where he could feel the bone. "I thought ye said ye weren't ticklish," He purred, half in satisfaction, half playfully, and pinched the skin.

Soldier jumped.

And snickered.

"I-I'm n-not."

To Demo's delight, Soldier's voice as well as body were now shaking. There were definitely no other excuses available now.

"Hah! Ye are ticklish!"

In his enthusiasm Demo put his hands under Soldier's arms and picked him up. It didn't last long, however.

"HAAAAAH!" Soldier wheezed, his hands instantly plastered to his sides.

"Ohoho-hoh. What have we here?" Demo's all-teeth grin was positively evil.

"N-Nothing." The panic in Soldier's voice was absolutely delightful. His arms were making absolutely sure Demo couldn't free his hands from under them even if he tried. "Demoman, I order you t-to stop this r-right nggh, right now!" He sputtered.

"Hmmmm, no." Demo pretended to ponder. "Not only are ye ticklish, ye're really ticklish. Admit it."

"No!" Soldier shook his head so strongly his helmet was now askew. "This is all propaganda. N-Not true at all! Maggot, let me go, or I swear-!" Demo scratched just once in the hollows. "AH!"

Once Soldier threw his head back there was no saving his face getting fully uncovered but at least he managed to catch the helmet. However, instead of putting it back in its place Soldier was now holding it against his face. All in all, if covering his face was the goal Demo had to admit this move was definitely doing its job better than before.

A shame really because he was starting to notice blush on Soldier's face. The good thing, however? Soldier uncovered his armpits completely and Demo was not planning to miss his chance.

His fingers renewed their eager exploration of Soldier's armpits to which their owner in turn returned to laughing, though now it wasn't just a single burst but a continuous stream.

"AHAHAHAHAHA! G-GGHAHAHA!"

No amount of helmet covering could muffle his laughter enough.1

"Guess that means yer just like the rest o' us." Demo shook his head, mock-disapprovingly. "Full of weaknesses. Yer armpits seem to be the worst weakness-central yet."

"NOHOHOHOH, I-I REHEHEHEFUSE!"

"Aye, refuse all ye want, Private Haircut." Demo vibrated his finger which resulted in an actual squeal from Soldier. "Even with one eye I can see it all just fine. Tickle tickle tickle! If that helps, ye can see it as a punishment for lyin' about not bein' ticklish."

"IT WAHAHAHASN'T A-!" The rest of the sentence dissolved in the absolutely wild wheeze escaping Soldier. He tried to come back to it a few more times but each time more laughter or wheezing proved to be superior. "GAHAHAHAHAHA! D-DEHEHEHEHEMO- GAHAHA!"

"Idea!" Demo beamed while drilling his thumbs into the center of Soldier's armpits, causing him to spasm. "I stop when ye admit yer ticklish."

"NEHEHEHEHEVER!"

"Whatever ye say, lad." Demo shrugged. "I have a whole day."

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Help, this is the longest one yet, that ain't a drabble :'). Anyway, I'm glad I got to try writing those two's speech because before I had found it quite intimidating, especially Demo's but I think I did ok :}. Didn't help however that at first both sites with Soldier and Demo's lines didn't freaking work.

Non-American non-native English speaker here, can someone explain me this character and the show he's from? My curiousity has been piqued

TICKLE COMMUNITY!! Can I get your thoughts on this iconic character? If you watched The Wiggles as a child then you definitely know who this is

The most iconic “ler” character of all time I’d say

Update three days later: he said yes.

Just ask your crush out already, you cowardly bitch!

Yes, me! (And yes, you too if you're reading this and the header could apply to you but mostly I'm writing this as a pep talk for my own wussy ass.)

Hey, I know it's scary. The chance of rejection is always scary, and if you've got rejection sensitivity or some traumatic memories about being turned down in a humiliating or cruel way, doubly so. Having both of those, I got ya.

But I'm sorry, there's no other way around it and better do it now. If you keep waiting in order to find the perfect moment / observe them for signs they like you too... you'll wait an eternity. A perfect moment likely never comes and reading someone's behaviour or body language is often quite hit-and-miss, or you'll end up overanalyzing stuff and lose all your gathered-up courage for some minor change in atmosphere, not to mention body language expertise has no scientific base and the same gesture can be due to many different reasons: they may lean closer to you in conversation because they like you or they may do it because they're hard of hearing and want to hear what you say. The only way to get a definite answer to "Do you want to go out with me?" is, well, ask. Waiting any longer for some celestial signal is likely futile, so just do it now.

I don't know how they're gonna respond. What matters is that you'll get peace. Also, in my experience the fear of the worst-case scenario is very often worse than how things actually play out.

If they reject you politely? Good, now your brain power doesn't have to go on fantasizing about them anymore and you can return to your usual productive levels. And, if you wish to look for a relationship, you won't be stuck on someone who won't give you what you want.

If your worst fear comes true and they reject you while being mean about it? Same as above + good thing they revealed themself as an asshole now, you didn't want a person like that anyway! You will heal from the wound they caused. Remember: most people aren't like them.

If they say yes... Great! All those daydreams about cuddling with them, deep conversations, playful tickle fights, all that can actually happen now.

But it won't happen (or at least you won't get certainty of it never happening so you can stop pining for it) if you don't ask. Sorry.

OMG OMG OMG, Imagine like- Phoenix Write is just absolutely oblivious that his tickling Edgeworth, like- his just rubbing his thigh to reassure him or something and Edgeworth is trying to look menacing, but his just a twitching, giggling mess

OMG THATS SO CUTE ANON WHAT okok how bout feenie does KNOW or rather he finds out on the spot (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

and after that day he wouldn't stoppestering him ;u;

Random TF2 t-word headcanon at 2AM because I can't get any sleep before I get this out of my head

Sniper gets bullied by the enemy Spy every now and then during a match.

The first time it was completely unintentional. Spy had once again snuck into Sniper's nest, the latter being totally unaware of his presence. After having backstabbed him like 35164 times that day already, this time Spy decides to troll him a bit first. You know, Spy just being his bastardly self for no particular reason.

So still cloaked, Spy sneaks right behind Sniper; right hand raised ready for the backstab, he almost sensually murmurs straight into Sniper's ear "Bonjour, bushman~" (up to you if you interpret this as ship or Spy just fooling around) while his left hand he sets to gently hold the latter by the ribcage.

Spy genuinely doesn't expect Sniper to jerk that violently from the touch, let alone yelp such an undignified noise. That time he backstabs him immediately before the situation has time to escalate, but Spy takes a mental note of this with an evil smile...

The second time Spy does a little test to confirm his theory: instead of just holding his hand there, he even wiggles a few fingers on Sniper's side, causing him to fire a rogue bullet and visibly squirm, trying to protect himself by pressing his arms closer to the body.

They never acknowledge this verbally, but since that day Spy has taken an irregular habit of tickling Sniper before killing him. Sometimes he runs a finger down his spine, sometimes he teases a vulberable back of the knee... It's never for longer than a brief scribble, never in the same spot twice in a row and he doesn't do it every time they confront each other on the battlefield - and he definitely hasn't got any regular pattern for these little extra attacks. He just does it often enough for Sniper to be constantly on his toes and underperforming at matches because of being extra paranoid.

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