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lu-undy · 4 years

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Sniper is a lone man, talks very little even asa kid. When we gets hurt he doesn't say anything, he doesnt whine, he doesn't want to be a bother. But his back hurts a lot. Sniper (tries to) ignores the pain as always, but Spy notices. And he tries to convince Sniper to let him give him a massage because the pain is affecting his job. So yeah, just a massage, a professional one. But Spy's hands touch just the right places, and the ambience is amazing, and maybe that massage has a happy ending❤️🐑

Funny you mention that! I have already written it in one of my fics ^^ But here is something completely different from what I already wrote in the past, I hope you’ll enjoy it! :D

The tall man grumbled.

He wished the windowsills were higher so that he didn't have to spend his day slouched that way. He sometimes would sit on a wooden crate but that would end up giving him a sore bottom. Everyday, for every battle, the choice was there: sore bottom or back pain?

That day, he had gone for back pain with a side of slight headache, the former causing the latter.

Sniper took his shots, his jaw clenching and his shoulder contracting more than was necessary to compensate for the pain in his back. He reloaded and shot again. The cycles of reloads and shots spiralling for the entire duration of the match, along with his pain growing and his posture degrading.

After the battles, he went back to spawn and put his rifle in his locker. It needed a good clean but he just wanted a hot shower and a nap, or maybe just lying down for a while. He put his hand on his shoulder and tried massaging himself but of course, it was to no avail. A massage only works if one is completely resting while someone else did the job.

Had he been back home, he would have asked his mother. But she was thousands of miles away and he knew that calling her wouldn't help.

Sniper walked back through the base.

Nah, it wouldn't help. She would worry from far away and he didn't want to be a bother for anyone and especially not his dear mother. What about his father then? Nah, he would get told off for sure.

"Told ya, gunman's no proper job, son. And you'll get hurt."

"Dad, it's only back pain…"

"Does it hurt or not? It does! And is it because of shootin'? Yeah it is! So the point stands."

He opened his van's door and shook his head as if to shake away his father's voice that echoed in the walls of his mind. This entire discussion had rolled in his head as if he had it for real.

Sniper threw his hat and sleeveless jacket away before sinking on his couch. Oh it was an old, worn out thing that couldn't possibly be less comfortable. He wouldn't usually mind but he twisted his back left and right, trying to find a position that would hurt him the least.

"Bugger…"

He unbuttoned his polo shirt and slid a hand behind his back. It hurt… The pain growing stronger and weaker under the waves of his hand.

Knock, knock.

He raised his eyes to the door. Sniper hadn't heard anyone come to the door, which immediately gave away the identity of his visitor. He rose from the couch and, his hand still behind his back, he opened the door.

"Hey, Spy, what d'you want?" He asked.

The Australian watched as his colleague's face went from his usual suave smile to something else, something between distress and rage.

"Bonjour first maybe? And I'm sorry to interrupt, I shall come back later." The French accent was strong, not too much, but thicker than usual.

"What do you think you're interruptin'?" Sniper asked, confused.

"Well, look at you! Your shirt is open, your hair is completely disorganised, you are not even wearing your hat or your glasses!"

The tone of the Frenchman's voice had grown louder and louder as he spoke. By the end of his sentence, he sounded irritated. Sniper's eyes snapped wide. Why was Spy being so pissed off?

"W-wait, what?!"

The Frenchman sighed and lowered his head.

"Nevermind, Sniper, nevermind. Forget it. Forget… me."

He turned on his heels and walked away, shoving his hands in his pockets angrily.

"Spy, wait!"

The Frenchman turned to face him.

"Non, Sniper. I'm going back to my room. See you, maybe."

"Ugh, bugger…"

As if his day wasn't bad enough, he had to give the wrong impression and piss off his only friend… Sniper grumbled and fell deep in thoughts.

Need to apologise and tell him…

The Australian went to the Frenchman's room and knocked.

There was a moment before Spy opened.

"And you have the nerve to come to my door?" Spy asked.

"Spook, there was no one with me, I was alone! Can I come in and explain now, please!?"

Spy lowered his head and opened his door wider, as if to invite Sniper in. He entered and the Frenchman shut the door after him.

"What the-?! You're the one expectin' someone!" Sniper exclaimed his arms extended towards the unusual object standing in the room.

Spy had all the lights off apart from the flames of the fireplace and… some candles? Sniper looked around him. The Frenchman had put candles here and there and there was a gentle smell in the air… It smelled like a forest, fresh trees and leaves. But the most bizarre thing was the physiotherapy table there in the middle of it all.

"Indeed I was expecting someone. And he arrived." Spy answered, very calmly, with a smile.

"Well, as someone said, if I'm botherin' ya in the middle of somethin', I might as well leave…"

"Non."

Spy stood between the Australian and the door.

"You imbécile, I was waiting for you."

"What?!" Sniper was utterly confused. "What the bloody hell's all this?!"

"It's to relieve you. I do believe your back is killing you."

"How did-mh!?" Spy had put his index finger on his colleague's lips.

"Had I gone to your van and just asked you to come, you would have said you were too tired and you would have refused. So I had to think of another way to make you come out of your den of a camper van." Spy explained with a smirk and Sniper's eyebrows shot up.

"Now, don't make me get angry for real this time and go to my bathroom. You'll find a pair of shorts that I might have borrowed from your van. Put them on and come back here, lie down on the table."

Spy released his finger on his friend's lips and nodded his head towards his bathroom. Sniper thought he was hallucinating or dreaming. What the bloody hell was all that?!

He did obey though, in a brain-dead way. He went to the Frenchman's bathroom and found his old pair of grey short on the edge of the sink. He closed the door and slipped them on. When he came back, the Frenchman was waiting. He had removed his jacket and vest, his tie had gone too and he had opened the first few buttons of his shirt as well as rolled up his sleeves.

Sniper looked at the physio bed and back at his colleague. Spy's eyes were riveted on the bed. He had noticed how prude his friend was and how he wrapped his arms around himself and hunched his back, as if it hid his bare chest and back.

"Where did you ever find this…?"

"I borrowed it from Medic."

"You nicked it from Medic?"

"I intend to give it back. So it's a loan that he might not be completely aware of. Now, please, lay down."

"Roight…"

Sniper had gone too far to refuse. He lied on his stomach.

"Bien, put your arms along your chest, that's it, very good. Now, my hands are a bit cold but they will warm up, bear with me for a while."

"Alroight…"

"Shush, you close your eyes and don't think about anything."

"Spy?"

"What did I just say, Bushman?"

"Can you lock yer door though…?"

Spy sighed with a smile.

"Fine." The Frenchman moved to the door and locked it. He came back and removed his socks.

"Why the hell…?"

"And to think that you are the least sociable of us. Now you never stop talking…" Spy said. "But to answer you, I cannot proceed if my feet are not in contact with the ground."

Sniper heard the noise of some liquid being squeezed between Spy's hands and then he felt them on his back.

"When you massage someone, you are not just running your hands on someone's body. You are in a way taking the tension from that person, onto you, in your palms and your fingers. But all this strain, you have to throw it somewhere. I do believe it circulates through my body and I'm giving it away to the ground through my feet and the wooden floor."

Spy's voice was soothing Sniper.

"Also, I do hope you like the smell. I didn't have kangaroo and desert scented candles, but I thought that fresh forest would do."

"Spy… Your hands…"

"They're getting warmer now with the friction."

"No… They're… bloody… good…"

Spy smiled.

"Let me know where it hurts."

"Top, go all the way up."

Spy slid his hands left and right from his friend's spine, his feet anchored in the floor and his eyes closed.

"Shoulder blades… please… and shoulders…"

"Fine."

Spy took more oil in his hands and went for it. The Australian grunted and moaned under the Frenchman's efficient hands. He felt like some dough being rolled and kneaded. He had no idea Spy could be that skilled with his hands. Sniper was waving and rolling in his mind, his eyes closed, the smell of the candles and of the oil gently washing him from the inside.

And it lasted a long time, in silence. Spy thought that after the racket of the battlefield, the solitary hunter that Sniper was would appreciate some peace and quiet.

"Spy…?"

"Hm?"

"Talk…"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Any… Thing… Just… Talk…"

Spy's smile widened. His friend sounded so different.

"Well, I can start by asking you if you don't mind turning on your back."

"Five… More… Minutes…"

Had Spy not been used to keeping his emotions for himself, he would have chuckled at least.

"Fine."

His hands traced circles and loops, his palms pressed, his fingers following closely.

"Oooh… Spy… How…?"

"Sshh… Just enjoy." He whispered.

He kneaded his back slowly, paying attention to not neglect a single muscle. All of them were massaged and accounted for. Spy bent to Sniper's ear:

"I want to see your face now, mon beau."

Sniper's eyes snapped open. He turned on his back and saw Spy upside down, bending above his head and smiling.

"What's that mean?" The Australian asked.

"What?" Spy put a bit of oil in the middle of his palm and rubbed his hands together. He put his hands on his friend's collarbones and massaged down.

"Mon beau?" Sniper repeated with a twisted accent.

As Spy pushed his hand down Sniper's chest, his back slowly bent down until his mouth ended up next to the Australian's ear. He whispered:

"Literally, my handsome one."

Sniper's eyes popped wide open and his heart accelerated. His friend's hands on his naked chest didn't help and the Australian turned red as a brick.

"Breathe slowly, I can feel your heart pounding."

Spy's hands were working wonders on Sniper's chest and stomach, such that his entire body had no choice but to indeed relax.

When the Frenchman finished with the torso, his fingers moved to the Australian's face. Sniper looked at him, still seeing him upside down, with questioning eyes.

"Close your eyes." Spy whispered.

"I-I can't."

Their faces were a few inches apart.

"Yes, you can, just trust me."

Sniper took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He felt Spy's fingers on his chin, his cheeks, below his eyes, his temples and his brow. He repeated the motion for entire minutes without tiring, sometimes spending more time on Sniper's cheeks, next to his both hideous and attractive sideburns…

Spy moved around the table and slowed the movements down. Sniper felt that something was going on. He opened his eyes. The Frenchman's face was above the Australian's. Their eyes locked.

Sniper saw Spy's eyes. They were half-closed and blinked very slowly, the long dark eyelashes brushing the air like the wings of a butterfly.

"Thank you." Sniper whispered. He didn't want to break the silence too hard.

"It is my pleasure…" Spy brushed his friend's cheek down and stopped next to his mouth.

"You're the weirdest bloke I've ever met. Stealin' this bed, puttin' on a show with the candles, the smell, and the comedy you played back at my van…"

"Qu'est-ce je ne ferais pas par amour?"

[What wouldn't I do out of love?]

"What's that mean?"

Spy ignored Sniper's question and his fingertips moved closer to his lips. The Australian smiled and lifted his hand to put it on top of the Frenchman's.

"I'm sorry I can't say it in French but uh…"

"If you can't say it, make me understand it… Show me…"

Sniper's fingers laced between his friend's and his heart beat fast. He put his other hand behind the Frenchman's neck and pulled him in closer.

The Frenchman rolled his eyes up when Sniper's lips touched his. All he had wanted was to help the poor man who was too shy to ask for anything. But now the Australian was saying thanks, and maybe something else…?

#tf2 sniper #tf2spy #sniperspy

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mythiica · 5 years

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IkeSenNet OC Event (1)

IM LATE but its still today so im good

i made moodboards and i have more info for my children

for those of you who don’t know, i have 2 ocs in the ikesen universe: Asa and Jiwoo!

I know I’ve already introduced them both, but they have evolved since I’ve shared information about them! (I’ll leave up the old posts, but will remove them from my masterlist) ((minor tw for mention of self harm in asa’s bio))

Birth name: Ana Minodora Roşu*

Goes by: Asa Vermillion (roşu means red in Romanian)

Star sign: Virgo

Physical

Age (when blipped back): 23

Height: 5ft 5

Body shape: Endomorph (thICc, hour-glass)

Eye color: Hazel green (left), brown (right)

Skin tone: Pale child

Hair: Platinum blonde, wears loose (above her shoulders) or will tie back, has bangs

Scars: under lip from when she fell off of a swing, self harm scars on her chest and right arm

History

Asa (born Ana, changed upon moving to Japan) Vermillion was born in Romania in and emigrated to the States while she was a few months old. It was always hard for her to adjust as Asa was often excluded from groups. She had a lonely childhood and struggled with body image in middle school and high school. Her relationship with her parents is tight, and was verbally/emotionally abused until she left for college.

Despite leaving her self harm habits behind, Asa still had a hard time fitting in and finding her place. When she had the opportunity to travel to Japan, she jumped at the offer to see new things.

In Japan, Asa met Jiwoo and made friends at the laboratory she interned in – she fell in love with the country and her work there, so after college, she accepted an internship with the company.

Education: Completed college at Princeton, now working in Japan to further explore her love for chemical physics

Things that haunt her

~ Death/dying – is prone to overthinking about the world (string theory, subatomic particles, big bang, existence itself, etc) and results in panic attacks

~ Her ex-girlfriend – was in a bad state of mind when they got together and let herself get walked on. Only recently left the relationship and is worried that her ex will stalk her

~ Not being good enough – Asa is a people pleaser and will try to show off a bit to look good/appreciated. Simply a conditioned response to living with her parents, but is easily influenced by what other people think of her.

Things she’d never tell a soul

~ Continues to beat herself up mentally and only lets up after going to Sengoku (has other things to focus on)

~ Stole a toy from a girl in daycare one time and felt so guilty about it that she got the girl a new set

~ Likes to fantasize about being skinny / beautiful like a model

Personality

~ Outwardly shy to new people, easily trusting, opens up to friends and can be very bubbly, likes to make jokes, is easy to talk to, not good at comforting / would rather give advice, hates lying

~ Can be very stubborn, lingers on things more than she should, hates being wrong, puts off things / procrastinates

Likes and dislikes

Favourite colour: anything pastel

Favourite food: donuts, dumplings

Least favourite: brussel sprouts, raw fish, yogurt

Spicy food: No she is weak

Favourite smell: Citrus, cinnamon

Hopes for the future

Pre-Sengoku, Asa wants to accomplish something major – write a book or find a major discovery in the science field – anything that would solidify her name so that she is remembered. It is a silly thing, but she wants to be celebrated or to at least get back at her parents with her accomplishments.

Post-Sengoku, Asa still wants to write and discover more, but she also wants to have a family (husband(s) and children). She loves the idea of having good friends and family, but is shy to suggest it.

Relationships

Parents: Crina Vermillion (mother), Mihai Vermillion (father)

Siblings: None

Children: Etsuko Vermillion*, Ruxandra (Roxie) Tokugawa, Kokuro (Koku) Tokugawa, Luca Vermillion*

Current Partner(s): Kennyo, Ieyasu Tokugawa

Friends: Jiwoo Shin, Sonya Tsvetayeva ( @caitea-ward‘s oc), Kaida Gates ( @mexicancarolina‘s oc), Ieyasu, Shingen, Mitsunari

Pet: cat named Michi

Unrequited love: well it was ieyasu but then i made it a poly :)

Enemies: none (at the moment)

*Asa x Kennyo children take Asa’s last name

Birth name: Jiwoo Shin

Goes by: Jiwoo Shin

Meaning of name: jiwoo has a lot of meanings will/purpose + universe

Star sign: Gemeni

Physical

Age (when blipped back): 24

Height: 5ft 5

Body shape: Ectomorph (hourglass, skinny, doesnt have much assets-wise)

Eye color: Amber

Skin tone: In between pale and tan

Hair: long black hair, usually wears it down

Scars: one on her foot from stepping on coral as a child, (post Sengoku) is sliced across the collarbone

History

Jiwoo is born to a rich Korean family – basically think Crazy Rich Asians. She is thrown into the spotlight at a young age and her parents use her to gain public attention because she is a very cute toddler. Because of the age gap between her brothers and her, they pay little attention to Jiwoo. However, she receives a good education. Jiwoo starts to slip in high school though, and claims that she can do whatever she wants with her parents’ help.

They do not approve of her love for fashion, makeup, and filming, so they send her to Japan to try an internship (where she meets Asa. She also falls in love with the country and culture, drawing inspiration from the sights to influence what she wants to do with her life. Jiwoo decides to do fashion and modeling on the side and to pursue a hotel license.

Education: Completed highschool and is planning on returning to college

Things that haunt her

~ Her brothers’ girlfriends would comment rude things about her, hurting her image and making her question how she looks

~ Post Sengoku: teasing Sonya too much – she realizes that she is just as catty as the rest of her extended family and hates that

Things she’d never tell a soul

~ Isn’t a virgin anymore ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

~ Secretly is jealous of Asa because of how smart she is. Jiwoo will never understand science or math the way Asa does

~ Splurges on clothes and has maxed out her cards before

Personality

~ Quite extroverted, likes to overshare (but has good intentions), will protect her friends fiercely, sexual innuendos queen

~ Is quick to judge people, can be catty, has the tendency to over-tease and upset people, might give unwanted advice

Likes and dislikes

Favourite colour: any shade of pink

Favourite food: alcoholic things

Least favourite: kale

Spicy food: YES

Favourite smell: Blossom

Hopes for the future

Pre-Sengoku, Jiwoo is still a bit unsure what she wants. She wishes to help her cousin in running a upscale hotel chain in Korea, but also wants to pursue fashion and film.

Post-Sengoku, ... well she comes back pregnant so.... She wants to raise her children right and give them the best life possible. Deep down, she’d do anything for them, even if it means sacrificing her own dreams.

Relationships

Parents: Mi-Cha Shin (mother), Jiae Vermillion (father)

Siblings: Jihyun Shin (32), Jinsol Shin (29)

Children: Jihwan Mori, Jihun Mori

Current Partner(s): Motonari Mori

Friends: Asa Vermillsion, Sonya Tsvetayeva ( @caitea-ward‘s oc), Kaida Gates ( @mexicancarolina‘s oc), Kenshin, Shingen, Mitsuhide

Pet: (gifted by Motonari) two drawf Japanese flying squirrels named Bomi and Hae

Unrequited love: Kenshin

Enemies: hopefully not you

*Jiwoo keeps her maiden name after marrying Motonari

#ikesen oc #ikesen #my ocs #event #im tired now okay goodnight

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