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moodymisty · 1 year

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Hi again! After reading your latest Wrecker multi-chapter fic, you got me down bad for the bestest big boy of the GAR ❤️‍🔥 if you’re looking for ideas, maybe a little one-shot of the reader trying to surprise wrecker by painting a little Lula on the inside of his armor somewhere so that he can always carry him with her on missions, or something along those lines? And as always, keep up the amazing work. I’m always so excited when I see you on my dashboard 🤍🤍🤍

- Helmet Anon 🤍

Author’s note: -punches your frequent flyer card- Welcome to the Wreckerwives!! I'm just glad people are enjoying my content for the biggest bestest boy. This is so sweet and cute;; I thank you for feeding me with fluff in my time of need. I needed some fluffies with my big boy.

Relationships: Wrecker/Fem!Reader (only because of one usage of 'pretty girl')

Warnings: Fluff fluff and more fluff, Post-Order 66, Wrecker being best boy, The tiniest tiniest amount of self doubt from reader

The visor stares back with an unfeeling tinted glare, helmet far too wide for your hands to fully wrap around. The texture of scratches, dents, and dirt rub against your palms, having only just been handed it seconds ago.

"You sure? I thought that painting armor was special and all that to you guys? At least that's what I heard Hunter say once."

Wrecker throws out a nonchalant hand, watching as you hold his helmet in your hands while looking up at him. He's leaning against the wall right next to the refresher door, arms loosely crossed over his chest.

"Ehhh it is to some, but I don't care about it that much. I ain't good at any of that delicate work anyways. Have at it." Wrecker reaches a hand out and squishes your cheek, earning a clap to the arm to get him to quit it even though you're smiling.

"You're the artsy one anyways. I know you'll do a good job."

Ever since Wrecker had got into an extremely bad firefight, his already weathered armor had sustained significant damage; Enough so that a few pieces had taken some heavy wear and tear. The other pieces also had paint chipping and peeling off in significant chunks, leaving the armor heavily battered.

The orange paint is barely visible, from how much it's been scratched at and burnt away. Even after washing it clean, you barely had to scrub in order to have a decent enough surface to paint over.

Having taken all of his armor off to sleep for the night, He piles it all by the foot of his bunk for you to easily get to.

"Don't worry; I'll do my best." Adjusting his helmet in your grip so it's less awkward and unsure, you smile up at him. "Now get some sleep, big guy."

Needless to say he was already planning on it; Though he still has one more thing to check off his list before he turns in for the night.

Leaning down to your level Wrecker quickly swoops in for a kiss on the cheek and then your lips, his large still gloved hand cupping your jawline.

"Don't stay up to late, gorgeous." You'll try not to, but you give no real promise. You want to get this all done tonight so it has time to dry.

And... It's something productive for you to do.

Watching as he hauls himself into his bunk you grab his chestplate with your other hand, taking them both into the cockpit. Tech is sitting in the pilot's seat working on something with his datapad, though looks away from it when you speak up.

"I'll take the first watch; Since I have some work to do." Tech looks to Wrecker's armor in your hands, and rises to his feet before nodding.

"Very well. Be sure to wake Hunter or I when you require rest."

You note how he doesn't say Echo; More than likely because he gets so little rest to begin with, everyone wants to let him take this rare lull in action to recharge.

Tech leaves you in the cockpit alone, going to get some rest himself while you gather some supplies. You find the orange paint they'd originally used to recolor their armor, along with some black and red, and a few paint brushes; Though they're from when they many rotations ago painted the outside of the Marauder. It's easy enough to cut the bristles on one of them to work for smaller lines, though it hurts the inner artist in you to do so. But it must be done.

Taking your supplies back to the cockpit you hunker down in the co-pilot's seat, putting your things on the control panel while setting his helmet at your feet. His chestplate stays in your hands, before you sit down and look it over.

Sometimes it's weird, not seeing the red. It was the color you had always associated them with. But things change, so you dip your brush in some paint and begin to work.

As you do, you can hear the little sounds of some wildlife still awake in the forest, but are too scared to enter the clearing you're currently landed in. Apart from some little flying creatures, which briefly land on the nose of the ship and give you a look, just catching your shape thanks to the dim lights of the control panel before taking off again.

Other than that, it's almost completely quiet. Wrecker and Tech aren't even snoring. You keep painting, brushing over the barely visible lines to form newer, brighter ones. They still aren't clean, this paint is old and thick and you know it'll all get torn to shreds anyways, but you still try to keep a steady hand.

Though maybe Hunter has been up this whole time, or more time has passed than you've thought, as not long after you sit his chestplate down to dry on the ground, you hear the soft sounds of Hunter's feet coming up into the cockpit.

"Hard at work?"

With his hand resting on the back of the seat he peers over your shoulder, watching your hand at work as you sit crosslegged. Wrecker's helmet is now in your lap, tucked snugged between your thighs as you gently paint over the damage. He's not in any of his armor either; His hair slightly more messy than usual.

"Try trying to earn my keep." You smile up at Hunter, watching his face change.

It's, not exactly a secret to Hunter that you've had some self worth issues as of late. You've felt as if you don't contribute enough, at least not to the extent that you feel you 'should'. Wrecker knows as well and tries to cheer you up, but sometimes it still eats at you.

"You know you don't have to do that, right?" Rolling your eyes, you dunk the brush in your paint tin.

"It was just a joke, Hunter. Don't worry." Hunter seems to let it go, though more than likely because he can't find the right words to say.

"You should turn in; It's going to be sunrise soon." Taking your brush from the container of paint, you shake your head and begin another line.

"I still have a bit left to do; I'll wake you up when I'm done." He nods, turning and walking presumably back to his bunk. Still a little while longer to catch some sleep. Meanwhile it's only a few more strokes of paint before you're finished with the helmet, putting the paintbrush in the container again.

With the two largest pieces down, the others should each be pretty quick. You just need to go grab them, slipping off the seat and putting the helmet on the control panel before leaving the cockpit.

Wrecker's arm is draped off the side of the bunk, him sleeping on his stomach face smushed into the pillow. Being such a sound sleeper you can take the rest of the armor pieces you need to paint back with you, without so much as a stir from him.

Sitting back down in your seat with them in your lap you rub your eye, before picking up the brush.

Piece by piece you work, every now and again looking up to see the sky still the same starry night. It's impressive how much the stars and moons illuminate, given it's the only light outside. All of the Marauder's exterior lights are off, leaving only one or two internal ones.

Sitting another piece on the ground you keep working, rubbing your eye again with the back of your hand. You can't tell how quickly you're working, but you've at least been fast enough that by the time you're almost done there's still no sign of daylight, glancing up at the front viewport as you slouch over the final piece.

You hold the little piece of armor in your hand, looking it over.

There's little scratches on it, and they morph together to almost look like Lula with the blurriness of your tired eyes. And since it's a bit of a free canvas, you decide to paint over the scratches an actual image of Lula, with what limited palette you have.

Once it's done, you can't help but smile at it. It's a bit silly and rudimentary, but it's cute. One ear flops a little more downward than the other, and the eyes seem a little crooked. It's sloppy, but cute. They way it's making you smile almost makes your cheeks hurt. You paint a few little hearts around it just for fun, before sitting the piece down. You just have the last handplate left to do, and it's only a small little line.

It should only take a minute or two, as you lean your back against the seat; chin on your collarbone as you look down. Your brush flops onto the piece lazily, shaking a little as you yawn. Even though your eyes are heavy and tired, you only have this left.

Only a few more minutes, then you can go sleep...

...

"Hey, Hey..."

Your body suddenly jerks, looking to see Wrecker at your side. His hand is on your left shoulder, as he looks down on you. Everything feels so different, you only remember resting your eyes for a moment.

"You fell asleep here, pretty girl. Why didn't you wake up Hunter or Tech?"

Leaning forward you feel your back groan in pain, having been slouched in such an awkward angle for at least a few hours. Your body complains even more so when you stand, letting out a wide yawn.

"I was trying to finish everything up; I must've fallen asleep right when I got done." You can hear rustling around in the background and the sounds of talking; The more smooth voice is clearly Tech, while it sounds like he's talking to Echo. You can't figure out what they're saying, more of your attention is on Wrecker; Who's voice raises even louder as he looks over your handiwork. Tossing his helmet around in his hands he looks it over, a wide smile on his face.

"It looks perfect! I knew you'd be able to do it." Even if you're still sleepy you still quickly reciprocate his kiss; Him covering your lips with so much eagerness he almost pushes your head back. Wrecker always gives the sloppiest, most lovable kisses. When he pulls away, you point downward at the small armor pieces.

"Look underneath the hand plate." Wrecker lifts it up off the floor, and sees the little Lula painted underneath.

"There were some scratches on it that were shaped like Lula; And... I thought you might like to always have her around." The way his face brightens more than it already always is makes you smile; His positivity is always contagious.

Hand still holding the little armor piece he moves to grab your bottom, lifting you off the ground high enough to put you right at head height with him. His leans his head forward to give you a kiss, feeling the way your hands wrap around his jaw. You can feel his growing stubble on your palms, as he eagerly kisses you before pulling away.

"I'll always have 'er around, and you too. Since I know you made it."

He loves the way you smile at him and you lean in to kiss his cheek, swaying you in his grasp and listening to you laugh.

"Are you ready to- woah!"

Pulling your lips away from Wrecker you look over your shoulder and see Hunter having dodged your swaying legs, that were bent at the knee.

"Oh gods, sorry Hunter!" He smiles before noticing your mess of supplies by the co-pilot's seat, and remembers the night before.

"Have you been in here all night?" Your arms around Wrecker's neck still, you nod.

"Yeah; I kind of fell asleep sitting up right before the sun started rising." Hunter sighs. He'd told you to get some sleep, but he really shouldn't be surprised you didn't listen.

"We're leaving in a bit. Go try and get some rest beforehand." Wrecker gently puts you back on the ground, giving Hunter a joking salute in response to his gentle command.

You won't exactly complain, as you still feel horribly tired even with the small amount of poor rest you'd gotten. Sleeping in the proper position on Wrecker's bunk will be more than a decent improvement over the co-pilot's seat.

Wrecker shadows you the whole way, and to your surprise, decides to join you for your nap instead of helping his brothers.

"They're going to yell at you for being lazy, you know." Even if you're trying to convince him to get up you still wrap your arm around him, pressing your body close against his side.

"Awful lot of talking for someone that should be napping..." He's so warm, you're eyes stay close as you let out a little groan at him. His arm that you're using as a pillow wraps around you more, pulling you even closer to him.

You think he says something else, and even lets out a chuckle, but you're too far falling into sleep to respond.

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thetragicallynerdy · 2 years

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made up fic title: prediction, transposition, disappearance, levitation

the answers to the "magic words" theme clues for tuesday's newsday crossword haha

Oh I love it, thank you!! This got really long, so apologies jkskssk. (For those interested, send me a made up fic title and I'll tell you what I would write to go with it as per this post!) I don't know why but my brain is going to a modern au Jim/Olu art thief au. So: - Jim is an art thief. A good one. They maybe picked up some extra skills while training with Nana, and somewhere along their path, got into the business. They're still low-key tracking Alfeo de la Vaca, but haven't killed him yet. Spanish Jackie, who they don't know is connected to him yet, is their main competition art thieving wise

- They're also good on a con, to a certain extent. Part of how they get into places is that they take on low paying jobs (at the coffee shops or souvenier shops, or as a janitor, or at the front desk handing out flyers and maps) - always under a different name, different story, etc.

- Oluwande is their neighbor. They've been neighbors for years, living across the hall from each other, never really doing more than exchanging some idle conversation (Olu tries to borrow cups of sugar from them but Jim never has any actual baking supplies in their cupboards and it always fails, although he does give them muffins sometimes). They've both got jobs that take them out of town for weeks on end, but Jim likes him, and it's anonymous enough that it feels fine.

- Jim starts a new job, one in their own city, which is extraordinarily risky, even for them. They get a job at the cafe in the museum, and find Oluwande working there. It's a job he does while putting himself through school is what he tells them. They talk more, and Jim likes him, likes him a whole fucking lot. Which makes it harder, because there's a good chance they'll have to clear out of the city afterwards. They don't really tell him anything about themself, careful about that part at least - The job goes alright. They wait a few weeks, then clear out, slipping a note under Oluwande's door saying good luck, he was a good neighbor - Six months later they're in a different city, working another job. They get a job at the museum's gift shop, this time, and Oluwande is there again. He's surprised and delighted to see them, and doesn't seem to find anything odd about being in the same museum again. His mum is sick, he explains. He's taken a job closer to home, and they weren't hiring at the starbucks in the museum, so he went here. - the same thing happens. Jim really likes working with Olu, and they figure, there's no fucking way I'll see him again after this - so they maybe romance him a little, and have a few hook ups. Nothing serious is what they tell themself, they just like him, and he's handsome. They never bring him over to their place. They fall in love hard and fast, and know that it's a really bad idea, but can't help themself. - The job goes quicker. A timeline gets sped up, and they steal the thing. They don't say goodbye this time, either, although they would have liked to. They have to leave in a hurry, using a passport they haven't touched in years. - they take a few months and let things cool down, moping around south america and the caribbean, trying to convince themself that it was a good thing that they left him, that it would only end in heartbreak. Then they make for europe, and find a new museum, a new job. - Oluwande is there, again. This time they're real suspicious. They're lucky, and they see him in the coffee shop when they're going in to hand in a resume. They figure he's gotta be interpol, or something, and that he's somehow on to them. But they also need to do this job. Like, badly (for Plot Reasons I can't think of lol). So they take a night shift as a janitor, and try like hell to avoid him. Maybe this time they're wearing the beard etc, trying to blend in as a man, hope that helps. - The job goes poorly. Like, really poorly. Maybe Alfeo de la Vaca is there, because he's Jackie's husband, and he's doing a job for her. And Jim kill him, and then maybe falls through a skylight, or something, and they're fucking sure they're going to get caught or die, one or the other. But at least he's dead, that's good enough for them, even if it wasn't the purpose of the job. They manage to drag themself out and into an ally - and right into Oluwande

- Oluwande's jaw drops when he sees them - the beard is gone, now, and they're bleeding in more than a few places, guards shouting and alarms blaring behind them - and then takes their arm and drags them into the getaway van that he'd hidden in the alley. He works for Jackie, and was waiting for Alfeo. He drives them to a safehouse of his, one that Jackie doesn't know about, or something. - He patches Jim up, and somehow it comes out that he's also an art thief, but does the back end of things. He does tech, and support, and pulls the exact same con Jim does to get into museums and learn the lay of the land. Jim feels like an idiot for not realizing, for believing his very convincing lies about his mother etc etc. Especially because they thought that he was a bad liar - and he is, but only in specific circumstances. But at least he's not interpol. - Jim tells him about Alfeo de la Vaca, and the murder of their parents and brother, and how Jackie will be out for blood now that they killed her husband. Oluwande listens, and then tentatively offers to help them run away. He's got the tech skills, and they've got the rest of the skills - together they could disappear. Jackie will never find them, and they both have enough saved up that they can ditch art theft, or they can do better together, their own team. - Jim nearly runs away. It's terrifying, and takes more trust than they've put in anyone in all their life. But they love him, a lot, and they desperately want to not be alone anymore. They say yes. They say yes, and Oluwande kisses them like he's never going to leave them ever - they run away together, and they never look back

(I will probably never write this story, but it was very fun to imagine XD. Blanket permission granted to basically anyone who feels inspired and wants to write a sexy jim/olu art theft au)

#jim jimenez #oluwande boodhari #ofmd #our flag means death #this was so fun thank u for the ask!!!#yerbamansa #ask game

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marcholasmoth · 4 years

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OSRR: 1937

so i totally intended to fall asleep like two hours ago, but i just got into a new webcomic and i read the entirety of what's been posted and i'm in love. it's so good. do i remember the title? absolutely not. it's one that i've seen ads for, though, the one with the golden merman and a mershark and it's cute and wholesome and so so good.

anyway, today was bleh. joel's shoulder is still hurting him from yesterday morning's collision, and i still feel really bad about it.

going about my day was normal. i got a little stressed during calc though, so i ended up packing up before everybody else so i could leave sooner than usual. i'd ordered lunch from panera about ten minutes before the end of class, and then when i got out i learned there was a free thanksgiving lunch that was being put on by the multicultural club, i think. it was a native american heritage luncheon, according to the flyers i saw on a table after the fact. i wish i knew about it before so i could've saved myself time and money, and i could've done something enriching with my time.

anyway, after class, i went to joel's and picked him up for game and went to the store and camped out to do some homework. i got almost two full sections done of my calc homework, so that's a good thing! i'm a little less behind. i still definitely have my work cut out for me, though. i think tomorrow i'll have to focus on linear algebra so i can take the quiz from two weeks ago or something sooner than later. i hate being behind.

anyway, during calc i wanted to gush about joel a little bit, so i did. we've been together for seven months as of today, so i told bekah and kat and hannah and demi about a few things and they responded that it was the cutest thing ever. i'm so happy with joel. i love him so much. i'm so in love with him. when he first told me he loved me, it was the first night we kissed. i was so happy to say it back because i knew i did. telling him i was in love with him though, i wanted to be sure. he told me about halfway through our first month together while we were driving around. the conversation went like this:

joel: i'm tired.

me: no, you're joel.

joel: no, i'm in love with you.

and i had no idea what to say. i wanted so desperately to say it back, but i wanted - needed - to be certain. so i took a few weeks and thought about it a lot, and i realized that when your first reaction to learning about something exciting or devastating or interesting is to share it with your person, you know you're in love with them. and that was what i wanted. i wanted to share everything with him first, good or bad. so i wrote him a letter for our one month, and delivered it to his house with a vase of yellow roses and yellow gerbera daisies - his and my favorite flowers in his favorite color. he still has the letter. he keeps it in the cavity in his headboard. he's kept all of the tiny love letters i've given him. they're scattered, but they're in the same place. it makes me happy that he keeps them. maybe he rereads them. either way, it means a lot to me.

and anyway, i'm the happiest i have ever been and it's partly because of him. i'm living my life on my terms. i'm doing what i want to do instead of what i feel pressured to do. and being with him makes everything better. it makes bad things bearable, and good things wonderful. it makes the everyday into something extraordinary. i guess love does that.

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #1000s #1900s #sunshine boy #im so in love with him

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