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eggiesins · 4 months ago

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Sandrock Bachelors Being Drunk

Mild NSFW so Minors DNI

My first head canon post, enjoy!

Arvio

Arvio already has no idea what inhibition is so expect his personality to intensify by 200% while his ability to actually come up with schemes drops by 200%. He’s gonna have so many half-baked terrible ideas that he will immediately try to act upon, so be ready to keep him on a kid leash to avoid some really dumb incidents. “Builder! I just had the best idea for how to get more investors for By the Stairs, but we have to act fast! I’m hopping on the next train to Atara right n- what do you mean it can wait til morning??” Arvio already slurs his words, so drunk Arvio I could see being almost unintelligible. Once he’s drunk enough, he’ll constantly flip back and forth between beaming over how much he loves the builder and sobbing over Fang’s most recent rejection.

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE rizz

Amirah helps at first, but clocks out of babysitting after the first hour of shenanigans. Good luck Builder. He’s your responsibility now.

Burgess

Sweet, sweet summer child Burgess. He’s not much of a drinker, but would easily be peer pressured into drinking games, especially if the Builder wants him to play. Others offer to drink for him if he wants, but Burgess insists that, as the Chief Water Inspector, his high hydration levels and position of bureaucratic authority give him a high enough tolerance to make it through the whole game. They do not. Sweet baby boy’s never been drunk before and has no idea how to handle it, so be ready to babysit this one too. He’s gonna cry over how beautiful the cactus flowers are in full bloom, how Banjo jumped in his lap and started purring, and how you’re an angel from the Light sent to save Sandrock. Keeping him hydrated is easy, but if he does throw up, he’ll never forgive himself for the wasted water.

He’s very good at listening to the Builder’s instructions and advice on sobering up, though. Of all the drunks on this list, he’s the easiest to comfort and get to bed by far.

Drunk Burgess is a “sinner” (by his perspective) & 100% gives Pen the “you’re a bully but I forgive you” speech instead of turning the other cheek or forgiving immediately.

Ernest

It’s been a while for him. Did he drink and party with Luna back in Atara? 100%, but since arriving at Sandrock, he’s been so busy with hyper fixating on Logan and trying to survive droughts and sandstorms, there hasn’t been much of an opportunity for him to just let loose and party. Once he finally does, though? Mans is writing sonnets on sonnets on sonnets. None of them rhyme, or even make sense, but he gives them his all anyway. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” “Ernest, you said that one already.” “Did I? I guess every time I see you, I seem to just forget everything else.”

Ernest is pretty open about flirting with the Builder normally, so when he’s drunk, expect to hear it way way more. He’s gonna rizz up that Builder as well as his drunk brain can ‘cause he absolutely LOVES seeing them blush because of him. He’s all talk though, well aware that when he’s drunk, neither he nor anyone else should take him seriously. He’s just having fun!

Fang

I could see Fang going one of two ways when drunk: either he realizes he’s drunk and immediately goes to sleep regardless of location OR his walls come down and you get to see an almost completely unfiltered Fang. When his walls come down, oh man, Arvio better watch out. If Arvio were to try any shenanigans, Fang is definitely telling him to shut up and sit down. He’s grumpy normally, so drunk Fang would be much more likely to express that grumpiness. It’s not that he’s a mean drunk so much as he is just more comfortable expressing himself under the effects of liquid courage.

If he’s with the Builder, he becomes soooooo clingy and jealous. “The feel of your touch, unforgettable.” Yeah he’s not giving up the feel of your touch while he feels confident enough to truly demand it. If the builder is standing, he’s right behind them with arms around their waist. If the builder is sitting, his head is on their shoulder, hand on their thigh, glaring down other townies who get too close.

X lowkey loves when Fang gets drunk because it means he doesn’t have to filter what he says either, not that he does it too much normally. He definitely eggs Fang on if the kind doctor happens to be roasting someone (Arvio) like a squawking mini-hypebeast. At the same time, X helps the builder out a lot with getting Fang to drink water and go to sleep.

He has a very low tolerance, 4 drinks max

Justice

Our favorite Sheriff and tiredest dad of all the bachelors, Justice definitely knows how to drink. One of his best friends is the local saloon owner, so yes, Justice has a pretty high tolerance. With that, Justice tends to be pretty mellow when he drinks, but if he’s with the builder, he’s getting flirty too. He’s gonna lean hard into the cowboy aesthetic, with a fake tip of the hat before asking the builder to dance. During the dance Justice is pulling the builder close enough to stand on his feet (so he doesn’t drunkenly stumble on them) & going all the way with the spins and twirls. He’s not elegant by any means, but he is fun! He’s giggly and having a good time (probably annoying Logan).

If the builder is a friend, he’d insist on walking them home to see them off safely before stumbling back to his house. If the builder is more than a friend, Justice is definitely laying on the rizz and trying to get laid down at the workshop.

[insert “hmm society” question about life here] (seriously though, why do all the civil corps members wax philosophical so often?)

Logan

We all know the yakboy only dances when he drinks, but what else will he do when drunk? Logan has a temper, yes, but he’s also a soft gooey ball of affection with the people he cares about, and that dichotomy is on full display when he drinks. He avoids drinking games (they’re dumb & childish & he’s a grown man, damnit), but if the Builder wants to get up to drunken shenanigans? Oh he’s in.

“Darlin’, are you seriously tellin’ me ya wanna go build a scarecrow that looks like death to set up outside Cooper’s house ‘n scare him when he wakes up at 4am?” “Ye” “What do ya need me to do?”

Surprisingly, not a horny drunk at all (fanfic writers sue me). BUT, he is an affectionate drunk with the builder. Kinda like Fang, he’s all about the physical affection, especially in public. The builder is his, and he’s gonna make sure it stays that way. When they get home, he just wants to lay in bed with the builder in a cuddly vice grip til they both fall asleep.

He definitely relies on Rambo knowing the way home, just hops up, tells the goat where to go, and halfway passes out in the saddle. He’s definitely getting roasted for being a lightweight by Andy when he gets home.

Miguel

How else would a religious fanatic obsessed with discipline act when drunk? Off the rails ranting & outright simping for the builder. Full stop. I’m not even a Miguel fan and I know this man is so down bad for the builder. He wouldn’t even want to drink initially, until the builder challenges him to a game. “Very well, Builder. For the person who has done the most to promote telesis in this barren land, I can surely raise a glass or two in celebration.”

Once he’s drunk, expect a strange combination of sermon and praise for the builder (he will definitely be mortified in the morning). But if the builder even touches him by accident, he’s already hiding a sneaky semi tenting his pants.

“Miguel…are you hard right now?” “Builder, it would be a sin for me to deny the truth of this situation. *proceeds to dramatically throw his jacket off* Take me now, body and soul.” “I mean, sure, but…can that wait til we can get home?” “OH…………………..yes”

The next morning, while nursing a hell of a hangover and the raw, unfiltered embarrassment of drunken mistakes, he vows to never drink again. At least, as long as the builder doesn’t ask him to.

Owen

Honestly? I don’t see Owen acting too differently when drunk, just a lot less anxious when interacting with the builder. Seemingly out of nowhere, his stuttering and nervous way of speaking with the builder is gone, replaced with a more confident barkeep.

He’s wicked good at drinking games, having spent his entire life inside of a saloon. If you think you’re winning beer pong or rage cage against Owen’s 6 foot something ass, you’re wrong. There’s a reason Justice and Logan outright refuse to play drinking games with him, and it’s cause it always ended with someone throwing up. Never Owen, though. He’s got a finely tuned tolerance for alcohol and knows exactly where his sweet spot is.

He won’t really try to initiate any sexy times with the builder, but if they start dropping hints for him? “Justice, can you watch the bar while I step out with the builder real quick? They need some help..um…perfecting a new recipe.” Cue Justice’s shit-eating grin. “Sure pardner, take as long as y’all need” with a quick wink at the couple

Pablo

Is he drunk, or has he just been pretending to drink that much? Who knows? Pablo’s been around, especially in Walnut Groove. He knows how to drink and even more so, he knows how to look how to drink especially. He’s watching the town get absolutely smashed with glee, taking stock of everything that happens, especially anything embarrassing.

He’s the one who calls at 8am the next morning when you’re hungover to hell and back and tell you, in excruciating detail, every embarrassing thing you said and did, just in case you forgot. All in all, I think he likes to drink a little, socially of course, but he’s far more interested in getting others drunk instead of himself.

Pen

Assuming that Pen can get drunk (he is sensitive to Duvos peppers), he’s gonna be glued to whatever the nearest reflective surface is. But what actually surprises the builder is how genuinely affectionate he becomes with them, especially if they’re not officially a thing yet. He wants them sitting in his lap so he can wrap their skinny arms in his big arms the entire time.

When he’s not being affectionate, he’s definitely trying to spar with them, though. For Pen, fighting is very much foreplay, and this is even more true when he’s drunk. He would already be turned on just by the builder existing, so a drunken brawl at 2am? He’s the hardest he's ever been the entire time, full stop. Bro is so hard from fighting the builder he has to take care not to fall flat on his face or he might break Pen jr.

Pen avoids getting drunk because it also makes him feel guilty, at least some part of him. He doesn’t necessarily like deceiving the builder (Sandrock he could take or leave tbh), but he has to so he can protect the life he wants for himself. The builder changed a lot of that for him, so he feels a lot of guilt about keeping secrets. Don’t be surprised if drunk Pen says he needs to confess something, only to go silent for 5 straight minutes before telling them he’s just hungry.

You know that meme about the guy’s roommate who blacks out and designs an entire airplane? That’s Qi when he drinks, but with spaceships. How did you get him to the saloon to start drinking in the first place? Three words: Saloon Trivia Night. Qi is competitive, and assumes that he’s usually at the top of his respective totem pole, so when Owen starts including trivia questions about archaeology, building, agriculture, etc, Qi can get frustrated relying on his team to answer for him. And for every round lost, that’s another drink finished. Soon enough, he’s ranting about the uselessness of “soft sciences” and the possibilities of interstellar space travel (someone please just make out with him and shut this nerd up) The drunker he gets, the more he only excuses the builder’s mistakes and no one else’s.

This man definitely gets hot and bothered when drunk, but has no idea what he’s feeling or what to do about it, so he usually just goes to bed. If the builder is romancing him, though? The builder will definitely need to initiate things, but from there a now-uninhibited Qi goes off, following any and every instinct he can that the builder will allow. He wants to try everything with them, for science of course.

Unsuur

Regular Unsuur is honest, if a bit stoic. Drunk Unsuur is too honest, and still kinda stoic. As soon as he has a thought, he’s saying it, no filter. It doesn't matter who he is talking to or what he is saying, he’s gonna let loose with whatever he’s thinking. “Hey Cooper, why do you talk so much? Like, you talk a lot. Going on and on, kind of like I am now. Why do you do that?”

“Unsuur, are you drunk?”

“Yeah. Oh. Builder, can I make love to you until you’re breathless and destroyed and the only word you know is my name? I think you’d be really beautiful like that”

“Unsuur, we’re in public! Everyone can hear you right now.”

“Oh, yeah. We should probably go home before doing that. Pretty sure having sex in public is a crime.”

Aside from shamelessly flirting with the builder, Unsuur would also just wax philosophical to all the town pets in some corner of the saloon. None of the other drunks there could keep up with his train of thought, but he doesn’t let that stop him. Now Macchiato’s third eye is open, and he’s considering joining the civil corps under Captain.

I hope you guys enjoyed the headcanons! Let me know if you want to see the bachelorettes too! Yan has dialogue in the game about "mixing yakmel milk and catnip" so if y'all want any other headcanon posts, intoxicated or otherwise, let me know!

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anotherstudtouse · 3 months ago

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Moment of Truth

Grace x Fem!Reader

Summary: Confessions are made.

Warning: SPOILERS FOR THE MAIN STORYLINE, no smut but it gets a little spicy for a moment. I think that's it!

The moment you find out the truth about Logan -- from not only the infamous bandit himself but also your closest friend in this little town you've come to call home, Grace -- is simultaneously nearly too much to come to grips with and not a surprise to you at all. On the one hand, it's been drilled into your head from the moment you arrived to become one of Sandrock's new builders that Logan and his gang were no-good bandits hell-bent on bringing ruin to Sandrock and the good people who live here. On the other hand, though, everything you've been told by the people who knew him best had always detailed a man with a strong moral compass, a man always trying his best to do right for Sandrock. The Bandit Logan and the Logan people had come to care deeply for had always been at odds in your mind, and now that you have the whole story, it's like you've finally obtained the final piece of the hardest jigsaw puzzle you've ever seen.

The real surprises, the ones you're still having difficulties coming to grips with as you sit on a couch in Logan's hideout, are all the other things that have just been revealed to you. There is a spy from the Duvos Empire -- at least one -- in Sandrock. Pen, a man you had previously written off as self-obsessed but well-intentioned, is most likely one of them. You're not the only one in this hideout who's almost certain he's not the one in charge, though, which means there's still an unknown player in this game.

That all still leaves one last shock to your system, and perhaps the biggest of all. Grace is a spy, too, but thankfully not for Duvos. She's working for the Alliance Central Intelligence, and she's here to help Logan root out the corruption that's taken hold. Your best friend here is a secret agent.

As you sit on this couch, your shirt temporarily discarded while Grace tends to the wounds you'd sustained from your fall off of the edge of the cliff above the hideout, you just... stare at her. Who is she, really? How much of her, the her that you've come to know and -- though you've always kept this next bit to yourself -- love over the past year, is real? She's already told you that, while she isn't still an archeology student, it was one of her majors when she did attend school. A lie, but not entirely. How many more half-lies are there?

You think back on Bronco's stupid idea to get the pets of Sandrock to somehow reveal Logan's spy all those weeks ago. Despite believing it to be a fool's errand, you'd done it anyway just to say you'd tried everything, and after feeding Banjo the cat and asking him who the spy was, he'd ran straight the Blue Moon Saloon, straight to the kitchen, straight to Grace. You hadn't thought anything of it at the time, but...

"Gol for your thoughts?" Grace breaks the silence without looking up from the cut on your shoulder she's cleaning.

"Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is that the local stray cats found out my best friend's secret identity before I did?"

This causes the corners of Grace's lips to quirk upward. She snorts, glancing up to finally lock eyes with you. Something in your eyes softens her gaze, though, and she turns serious. "I'm good at my job. But..." She swallows. "... I hated lying to you, Y/N. I could rationalize it as doing it for the greater good with everyone else, but not you. You seemed to want to really know me, and... I wanted you to know me, too."

Silence hangs heavy in the air as you search her eyes. For what, though, you don't know, but she looks back at you as if she's trying her best to give it to you. Part of you doesn't know what to think, but her words have your heart hammering in your chest nonetheless.

When you don't respond, Grace lowers her gaze again. She moves on to the scratch high up on your abdomen, and even though her touch is gentle, you hiss in pain at the sudden contact. Her hand stills and she gives you an apologetic glance before resuming.

A few more seconds of silence pass before you speak again, quieter this time, hesitant. You don't know if you actually want the answer to the question you're about to ask but you have to know. You have to. "Was any of it real?"

You watch her closely. She meets your eyes again; for a moment, she seems confused, a small wrinkle forming between her eyebrows as they furrow, but at the look on your face, she realizes what you mean. Her answer is immediate after that. "I only lied about my history, and even then I tried to be as honest as I could. The way I feel about you... Our friendship is real. Y/N, you are my favorite person and that is the truth."

You hadn't realized how tense you've become -- partially due to Grace's hands on your bare skin -- until your shoulders relax a little.

Before you can respond, Grace continues. "You know, so much of my job involves blending into the background. You never let me do that with you." She smiles, lowering her gaze again. "I'd hide out in the kitchen at the saloon and you'd come find me anyway. It would've been annoying if it hadn't been so endearing." The statement makes you chuckle; the sound seems to please Grace. "There it is. I was afraid I'd never hear that laugh again."

You can't seem to wipe the smile from your face. "I'm trying to feel betrayed here, damn it."

"Sorry, sorry," she apologizes with a laugh, reaching up to gently cup your jaw and turn your face from side to side to search for more injuries. "I'm just too charming, I guess."

It's becoming a little harder to breathe with Grace's grip on your jaw like this. It feels like she should've removed it by now, but you're not complaining. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Your smile softens as you contemplate asking another question. "Do you... Do you wish I'd left you alone?"

"No." Her answer is firm, her eyes meeting yours again.

Her hand begins to leave your chin, but you lift your own to grasp hers before it's gone, bringing both to rest on your knee. For a moment, you worried she would pull away, but she shifts in your hold to intertwine your fingers instead. Again, your heart is hammering; it only worsens when your gaze rises from her hand in yours to see Grace looking back at you with an expression you've seen a few times before directed at you but have never been able to decipher.

"I don't want to keep any more secrets from you," is the last thing she says, her eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips the only warning you receive before she leans in to kiss you. It's soft and short, as gentle as her touch has been, as if she's afraid you'll make a run for it at the slightest provocation. Her lips leave yours before you even realize what's happened, and her hand in yours tightens its grip slightly as if afraid you'll try to pull away from her. "I love you, Y/N. I understand if you don't feel the same way, or if you did but don't anymore, but whatever happens, I want it to happen with complete honesty. And I'm being completely honest when I say that over the course of this past year of knowing you, I have really, honestly fallen head over heels in love with you."

"Grace..." You trail off, at a loss for words. Your gaze switches from one of her eyes to the other. You find nothing but sincerity in them. As she begins to pull her hand from yours, taking your lack of words as a bad sign, your grip tightens to stop her. "No, stop. Just give me a minute. A lot has been thrown at me in the last, like, twenty minutes."

She laughs at that, her thumb beginning to stroke the back of your hand absentmindedly. "Okay, fair."

Your gaze is drawn to your hand in hers. You watch the back-and-forth movements of her thumb as you think of what you want to say. "So much about you makes sense now, now that I think about it," you start. She watches you, silent and patient. "I remember that day you wanted to get into the Breach and Justice wouldn't let you. Too dangerous for a civilian, he said." You chuckle. "If only he knew, huh?"

Grace returns the smile you shoot her way, but doesn't say anything just yet, wondering where you're going with this. You continue. "You gave that poor man a headache but you managed to talk him into having your way. Him and me both -- It took me three trips to find that stuff you needed." A thought occurs to you then, and you straighten up a little. "Wait. If you're not an archeology student anymore, did you even need any of that stuff?"

Grace at least had the decency to look a little guilty when she answers. "I... Well, not 'need', per say, but it was definitely super cool and I still really, really appreciate it." Her other hand joins the first to completely encase your own -- as if that makes it better (it kind of does, but shut up).

Your eyes narrow. "Yeah, okay. Anyway," you continue again, "I think that was when I realized I had feelings for you that were a bit more than friendly. You told me you were a spy and I was afraid the Grace I fell in love with wasn't real, but I'm realizing now that everything that made me fall deeper and deeper in love with you was the real you peeking through."

Your free hand reaches up to cup Grace's cheek, your thumb gently swiping away a single tear that's fallen from the blonde's eye. She leans into your touch. "I was starting to think this was the end of us," she whispers.

"More like the beginning," you reply, leaning in to kiss the woman you're realizing now that, despite everything, you really have known all this time. All the important parts, all the parts that really make her her. She kisses you back immediately, and immediately she tilts her head and deepens the kiss. It's already so different than the first one. Your reciprocation of Grace's feelings seems to have given her permission in her head to stop being so damn careful with you. Where once she was hesitant, now she's insistent, her hands leaving yours to cup both sides of your face as if she's trying to keep you where you are.

"Mmh," you moan as you feel teeth nip at your bottom lip. The sound only seems to spur Grace on; gently, she pushes your shoulders back, effectively breaking the kiss as you're lightly shoved against the back of the couch. In a split second, Grace has left the chair she was sitting on to climb onto your lap before reconnecting your lips in a kiss somehow more fiery than the last one.

"I love you," she whispers in between kisses.

Your hands come up to grasp her hips, pulling them into you as you pull away just enough to start kissing your way down her neck. Hurriedly, you respond, "I love you, too," before nipping at her pulse point. The action pulls a rough groan from Grace's throat, a sound you immediately know you're going to get addicted to. Grace tilts her head back to give you easier access to her neck and you take full advantage of it, licking a trail up the column of her throat as she sucks in a shaky breath, her fingers threading through your hair -- as soon as her hand touches the back of your head, though, you hiss in pain, wincing and pulling away slightly.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," Grace hurries to apologize, her hand flying away from your head as if burned. Without leaving your lap, she gently grasps your chin again and leans over while turning your head to the side to examine a small bump on the back of your head. "It doesn't look too bad, but still, we should stop." Letting go of your chin, her hand brushes against your cheek as she cups it, turning your face back toward hers once more. "For now, at least."

You're not happy about it, but you agree. "For now, yeah. Besides, Logan and Haru could walk in at any moment, and I don't know about you but I'm not really into the idea of an audience."

She hums in contemplation. "Hmm, yeah, me neither. I like the idea of having you all to myself more."

Your hands on Grace's hips momentarily tighten their hold, your eyes darkening. "As soon as I'm all healed up."

Leaning down, she rests her forehead against yours. "The second you're all healed up."

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