I made that fic request post forever ago and I feel so bad I'm just now getting to these but @fontodue I hope you enjoy

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Sniper had been called away on a mission and would be gone for over a week. Heavy and Medic decided to go to a lodge a bit up north for the weekend. Engineer, Soldier, Demoman, and Pyro all took a roadtrip to go check out some sort of oddities shop that had opened the next town over and decided to make a weekend trip of it as well. The base was quiet.

"Yo, Spy!"

Mostly.

Spy and Scout were the only two left on the base. And while the calm, quiet, serene bliss of having a relatively empty base was almost heaven for Spy, it was torture - he discovered - for Scout. He'd come to find out that living with seven older brothers only to move to a base with 8 other mercenaries meant he didn't know what quiet really meant or how to appreciate it. But he'd been patient with Scout's annoyingly constant seeking him out. He knew it was only because he was lonely.

And so when he did it again while Spy was laying on the couch in the rec room, enjoying the silence with his eyes shut, he didn't even so much as let out a sigh. He simply moved his arm off his face to look up at him leaning over the back of the couch. "Yes?"

"Okay, good, you're awake. So, I had an idea. Since everyone else is kinda off doin' their thing.. I was thinkin.. ya know.. maybe you and I could head to town in that fancy car 'a yours and pick up chicks at the bar."

"Scout-"

"I know what you're thinkin', and I know. Regular bar chicks ain't your thing, you like fancy ladies. But, and hear me out, I've got a plan."

"Scout-"

"Spy, come on, just trust me with this, please! I'm tellin' you, this idea is foolproof!"

"I am fairly certain in order for a plan to not be foolproof, a fool could not have come up with it."

"Well thankfully there ain't one here today, so come on!" He grabbed Spy and pulled him up to his feet, leading him back to his room. "So here's my plan. We need to stand out, right? If we can get all eyes on us, then we have their attention and we can pick whoever we want at that point." He opened his bedroom door, leaving Spy standing outside it as he stepped in and talked loudly through it. "I went through everything I've got.. and maybe some'a everyone else's stuff, don't tell them. And I think I've put together the best outfit!"

Spy leaned back against the wall opposite to the door, staring at it with an eyebrow raised. He folded his arms over his chest and waited for whatever this horrible display was about to be. And upon its reveal, he..

..well, it took every atom in his body to not move a single muscle in his face, for starters.

Spy stood there, bewildered as his eyes roamed over him. He'd found one of Demoman's kilts. One of Sniper's hats. And what he can only assume is one of Medic's dressier shirts he wears when he and Heavy go out for their weekly dinner dates. None of it matched. Or fit, for that matter. But his eyes darted up to Scout's face and the hopeful look in his eye knocked him out of his stupor.

He cleared his throat and reached up to fix his own waistcoat as he moved away from the wall. "Well, ah.. it is something, I shall give it that. And I can tell you.. chose things wisely." He moved around to look in at the clothing pile on his bed. And then back at Scout again. And then at the clothes, thinking long and hard before turning to him once more with a smile. "How about we move all of this to the recreational room and.. go through it together? I can think of a few.. adjustments we could make to this, oui?"

There was a sparkle in Scout's eye as he ran in to gather all of it in his arms and rush out to head down the hall. Spy followed him, bending down to pick up each article of clothing that falls like a breadcrumb trail behind him.

...

Medic huffed as he opened the door, folding his arms and looking at Heavy. "I still can't believe it. Snowed in!"

"It was lodge, Doktor.. it should have snow."

"But we're in the middle of a desert, it was a desert lodge! How could it be snowed in?"

Heavy chuckled as he moved past him, stepping into the rec room and pausing at the sight. He felt Medic bump into his back before moving around him to see as well.

Scout and Spy sat on the floor, two bottles of wine - one clearly empty - and a mountain of clothes sitting beside them. Both dressed in mismatched outfits and laughing with each other. Spy was the one who noticed them finally when bringing his glass up to take a drink. He paused, looking at the mess and then back at them. "We.. were not expecting anyone to return so soon."

Medic only squinted. "..Spy, are you wearing my pants?"

Scout, already drunk, snickered and then leaned over to wrap his arm around Spy's shoulders. "Yeah, he's showin' me how to, uh.. what were we doin' with all this again?"

Spy looked over at him. "You tried wearing Demoman's kilt to a bar and I was not about to let you do that."

Scout pointed at Spy, looking to Medic. "Yeah, that!"

Medic only sighed, looking between the two. His question wasn't answered, and he only had even more questions now, but he was still too upset with not having a lodge for the weekend to care. Shaking his head, he turned to head to the bedrooms, Heavy following behind him. "You two are doing laundry for a week if you spill wine on anything."

Spy waited for them to leave before turning to Scout and grinning. "Do you think we should tell them we used his shirt to mop up the wine we spilled on the floor?"

"Well, in our defense, we didn't spill it ON his shirt."

The two laughed harder into the rest of the night, plans of going out to drink long since forgotten.

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kind of weird that we don’t see that many x reader fics or hornyposting about soldier when compared to sniper and medic, despite him being the archetypical ‘big titty himbo’ everyone keeps jabbering on about. Is it the jingoism? His murders?

I think people are very Attracted to Soldier nowadays, but I will admit the x reader market is slim. I think this is Mostly bc Soldier has a very very difficult characterization to nail in writing (as does someone like Medic, but Soldier hasn't spent over ten years being as thoroughly mischaracterized by "fanon"), and also because it's easy to make him Look very sexy but rather difficult to make Do You Hear Me You Pile Of Garbage? You Are RAVISHING! sound very sexy and/or romantic in writing if you're working with like, the blander more generic types of x reader writing where every tf2 guy suddenly becomes the type of man to buy y/n flowers on Valentine's Day. Soldier is a comedic character through and through and people are afraid of writing that! Well I'M not. I think he should be hot AND funny. I think I should kiss him passionately in his apartment among two dozen boxes of Captain Dan's Army Surplus Tomato Soup

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Dead and old discussion but I think I have an occams razor to the Jontron Game Grumps thing.

If you watch the videos released around game grumps start, you'll notice they're done in the old grump room. You'll also notice much of the writing, set up, and jokes, feel completely in-line with Game Grumps humour. Straight up, I bet egoraptor was in the room the entire time from writing to recording to editing.

What I think happened is Jon got stuck in a trifecta of mental/creative road blocks.

The first and obvious is Game Grumps creatively draining Jon, alongside being tits easy to get done with the minimal editing there was at the time. Straight up, 3 game grumps videos in a day get more traffic and viewtime than one Jontron that took months to make. It was a no brainer that GG took precedant for both Ego and Jon.

The second is one I've not seen literally anyone bring up. The fact egoraptor helped on Jontron and produced IMO the best of his work yet.

Go watch that nightshade video again, and notice the Game Grumps humour bleed in every segment. Everything pacing wise is unbelievably egoraptor/sequelitis styled.

I believe Jontron had so much fun making those videos with egoraptor/barry that he hit a artist block for doing things himself. And I feel confident that egoraptor didn't have the time nor the real creative want to work on another Jontron. Especially since it wasn't his channel like GG is.

When ya make stuff with friends after doing it alone for so long, you want that same high again that solo could never produce. If I could find a mental example I'd say it's like playing TF2 with friends and then alone with bots. It's simply not as fun.

The 3rd part of that trifecta is pressure. Not to release another Jontron, but the fact he was literally the frontrunner for review channels and inspired nearly all of them in some function or another. That is an unprecedented situation with an unprecedented amount of pressure seen on YT to date.

Fact is, every reviewer of the time hadn't even gotten their bearings yet. When Jon took an absence, it opened the floodgates for people like ProJared and The Completionist to take hold. Once they got their bearings and a foothold, they completely changed the landscape after Jontron had come back.

Before Jontron, you basically solely had AVGN for high quality and genuine works. After, it was primarily JonTron and PBG. Now? It's hundreds and hundreds of creators with their own format entirely inspired by the 2010s reviewer style Jontron pioneered after taking the torch from AVGN.

So, tl;dr

Jontron made Jontron with Egoraptor for a few videos, those were fun to produce and thus created a creative block that Jontron could only resolve by distancing himself from GG and hiring people to help produce his new work. Odds are high Egoraptor didn't help after a while and JT could've taken it personally. But there's no proof of that. It also explains why they had that star wars reunion, had the "event" actually been something severe, it simply wouldn't have happened.

But with this situation, it makes total sense. There were no grudges, no event took place to break the friendship, it's far more likely JT hit a creative block and relied on others for help who they themselves were in the same situation, as egoraptor still primarily does GG over everything else, and for JT the best move was one that'd hopefully shove him back towards personal creation. Thus the Ode video.

It also goes further into the joke for when Dan joined that "he was going to miss him so much" I feel confident they had no massive blow up during this time. The relationship simply eroded over time after he left, not during.

Besides, GG is Egoraptor's channel and always was. i don't blame egoraptor for not helping Jon, and I don't blame Jon for leaving Game Grumps. What happened was a personal and likely embarrassing situation. Nothing nefarious.

This is my TedTalk on an old as fuck discussion.

Dan you do Platonic TF2 Sniper x Reader headcanons where Sniper's close friend, Reader has to move away? This seems a little angst so i hope you'll be comfortable to write about this. Take care and have a nice day btw :D

I'm fine with writing angst, I actually enjoy it!

Platonic! Sniper x Reader

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Angst

Gender-Neutral Reader

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Sniper has always been a pretty introverted person, so the few friends he has, he keeps close.

You are one of the few people who get to really know him, really see him. You two have been pretty inseparable for as long as the both of you can remember.

So moving away from him is hard on you both.

It’s…complicated, to break the news to him. You know him, you know that he’ll get quiet and close up when you tell him.

And on some level, saying it out loud to him makes it feel more real. It means you can’t pretend nothing is going to change.

But it wouldn’t be fair to him to just leave, you couldn’t do that to him.

So you pull him out ontop of his van on one of the nights you’re sticking around laughing with him late into the dark.

And you guys sit, watching the stars, and everything is just as it always has been.

You’re happy, and you have your best friend beside you, laughing at your off handed joke.

It really wasn’t funny enough to justify all the laughter, but it was late and there was a sort of ridiculousness that came with being around your best friend for a long time.

And your throat clams up as you try to open your mouth to break the news.

You can’t tell him now, not when he’s so happy. Not when he’s pointing out the stupidest potential constellations he can find.

So you don’t.

And you both fall asleep on the roof of his van.

And when Sniper wakes up in the morning, you’ve simply left him a note. Telling him that you were moving. That you were sorry you couldn’t say it out loud.

【 The.Office.Writing.List 】

Who I write for in﹕

♡Eddsworld﹕ Edd Gould, Tord Lordson, Tom Rigwell, Matt Hargeeve

♡Lucifer [Netflix.Series]﹕ Lucifer Morningstar, Chloe Decker, Mazikeen, Amenadiel, Ella Lopez, Dan, Eve, Charlotte, Linda Martin, Marcus Pier

♡Hazbin.Hotel﹕ Alastor, Angel Dust, Vaggie, Charlotte/Charlie, Husk, Niffty, Sir Pentious, Tom Trench, Cherri Bomb

♡Rick.and.Morty﹕ Rick Sanchez, Morty Smith, Summer Smith, Beth Smith, Jerry Smith

♡Teen.Titans.Go﹕ Dick Grayson/Robin, Starfire, Garfield/Beast Boy, Raven, Cyborg

♡Creepypasta﹕ Jeff The Killer (original.one), Eyeless Jack, Slenderman, Speldorman, Trendorman, BENdrowned, Masky, Hoodie, Clockwork, Jane the Killer, Liu

♡BBC.Sherlock.Holmes﹕ Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Eurus Holmes, Jim Moriarty, Inspector Lestrade, Molly Hooper, Marry Morstan, Charles Agustus Magnussen

♡Death.Note﹕ L.Yagami, L.Lawliet, Misa Amane, Ryuk, T.Matsuda

♡DBH﹕ Connor, Conan/Nines, Hank Anderson, Markus, Daniel, Kara, Gavin Reed

♡X-Men﹕ Deadpool, Wolverine

♡MCU﹕ Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Vision

♡MCYT﹕ C!Wilbur, C!Dream, C!Tommy, C!Schlatt, C!Tubbo, C!Ranboo, C!George, C!DreamXD, C!Quackity, C!Philza, C!Technoblade, C!Karl Jacobs, C!MD, C!Niki, C!BBH, Ghostbur, C!Fundy, C!Sam

♡Harry.Potter﹕ Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Neville Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Dursley/Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Bill Weasley, Blaise Zabini

♡Peaky.Blinders﹕ Thomas "Tommy" Shelby, Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, Finn Shelby, Ada She, Polly Gray, Grace Burgess, Billy Kimber, Alfie Solomons

♡Gravity.Falls﹕ Dipper Pines, Mable Pines, Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines

♡Villainous﹕ K.Flugslys/Dr. Flug, Dementia, Black Hat, 505 (platonic)

♡BNHA♡﹕ Izuku Midoryia, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Ejiro Kirishima, Shinsou Hitoshi, Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura, Mina Ashido, T.Amajiki, Chisaki Kai, Shota Aizawa, Dabi

♡Good.Omens﹕ Aziraphale, Crowley

♡DC♡﹕ Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Joker, Harley Quinn, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne

♡Slashers﹕ Brahms Heelshire, Jason

♡MIB﹕ Agent K, Agent J

♡TF2﹕ Scout, Engineer, Spy, Medic, Heavy, Solider, Demoman, Pyro, Sniper

♡Camp.Camp﹕ David, Daniel, Gwen

♡RE8﹕ Lady Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Ethan Winters

♡Transformers (in general)﹕Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Megatron, Predaking,

Thank you for reading

Story time with Sunni: how she got into Game Grumps

Sooo, here we go. Back in 2014/2015, I had gotten a job as a bagger for a nearby military base grocery store. I made friends and everything was pretty okay; and one day mycoworker (and WAS a crush too) Jason showed me a TF2 animation with the audio of Sonic 06 with Arin's freakout. That was the first time I ever heard of GG and he told me they were hilarious and that I should check them out. So i did, I watched Jon and Arin play Adventures in the Magic Kingdom, and I enjoyed it a lot. Then because of family and other stuff going on, I forgot all about them (Great fan amiright). Fast forward to half a year, I'm at the Aulani hotel, and I start looking on YouTube. Low and behold, a Ninja Sex Party video shows up on my feed; Why I Cry. I give it a shot, and laugh my ass off, then watch Dragon Slayer and (i think) Ultimate Sandwich. (this also ties into my first discovery of nsp yaaay). I see in the dash that the guyin the band, Danny, was also on Game Grumps, and my brain goes "oh yeah! That one youtube show you saw!" I go online a few days later, and watch my first lp with Danny involved, Sonic Boom. And from there, I watched them every other week to every other day to checking everyday for an update. On the side, I religiously listened to NSP, and discovered starbomb along the way. 2016 comes around, it's the year my entire life fell apart. I got dissociation and depression at once, my mother and father split and still fight like cats and dogs, my social and family life was in shambles. And yet...these guys were there. They had problems that I related to (Arin and his lack of modivation for drawing and art, Danny not knowing what to do with his life, the issues with OCD, Arin giving up school, etc). They were there for me while my family was in the pits. And I was (and still) being dragged down with them. But since I found them, I made friends, I did things I didn't expect to do, I'm more excited to draw and write than ever before; all because of Arin and Dan and everyone pushing me to succeed. To be able to meet them myself, to work for them, to get to know them better. They...essentially saved my life. I'm still scared of what my future holds, and if I can do anything to shape who I'll become. But ever since that one chance encounter, I've been indebted to them forever; for helping me and modivating me. I wouldn't be as nice or as...optimistic if not for them. I may not have been there since the beginning, but Grumps will always be a part of me. And I want to be there for them for a very long time 💚

Top 4 Games of 2016

I’m a few days late, sure, but I was inspired by Dan’s top 5 list, but it’s  getting late and I couldn’t think of a fifth game. So let’s get to it, shall we? These are in no particular order.

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney - Spirit of Justice We’ll start of with a game that has a very personal bent for me. I won’t go into too many details in that respect, but I will say that the Ace Attorney series is very near and dear to my heart. The sixth game in the series, Spirit of Justice (softly) shakes things up by starring two protagonists - the titular Phoenix Wright and the once-titular Apollo Justice. While the game features the return of a fan-favorite characters, the writing doesn’t make the player feel alienated for not knowing who they are or what their significance may be. In fact, with portions of the game taking place in the Kingdom of Khura’in (which takes inspiration from Tibet among other Eastern regions), it eases the player into the elements of Ace Attorney by taking the characters out of their own element, making the whole experience feel more natural. Save for the required filler case (there’s always a filler case), the game flows well and tells a cohesive story that I thoroughly enjoyed.

It also has, without a doubt, some of the best 3D models you’ll find on the 3DS - not because they’re particularly life-like, but because they so perfectly capture the game’s unique style that you’ll often forget that you’re looking at a 3D model and not a 2D sprite. They also look very pretty in motion, carefully animated to look their best at any angle. It’s really quite something.

Overwatch Let’s get this out of the way. A lot of people love Overwatch and it’s made it on to a lot of lists. And that’s for a very good reason! But I’m going to provide mine anyways, because I had very little interest in the game until earlier this year. The game wasn’t really on my radar until I saw it while working at a trade show (I forget which one). When they started up the open beta, I decided to give it a whirl. I immediately fell in love with the cast of characters, and, knowing almost nothing about the rest of the game’s story, quickly got a sense of who knew who, how, and why. This is easily Overwatch’s biggest strength to me - telling a story without requiring a lot of lore. As someone who played gobs of TF2 and TFC back in the day, I adored the different characters and the the actually diverse cast hooked me instantly.

As someone who has played a lot of shooters in my lifetime, rarely have I played a game where shooting has been this fun and satisfying. Especially as Junkrat. God I love Junkrat.

OneShot I love 4th wall breaking games. This was the biggest caveat that got me into OneShot. I don’t think that’s a spoiler as the game doles out that it’s aware of your presence within the first 5 minutes or so (assuming you don’t get yourself stuck in the first room for 30 minutes like I did). The game continues to do so in increasingly clever ways, culminating in, perhaps, one of my favorite moments of unexpected gameplay in 2016. The game’s world is tightly crafted and is clearly made for you to care about Niko, the character that you’re guiding around the world of OneShot. I’m a sucker for story, and by the time the game ended, I felt a connection with Niko that wasn’t measured with a meter or bar, but with the way that I as a player shared my thoughts with Niko and how Niko, unsolicited, shared some of their thoughts, stories, and their favorite food with me. It did something in a few hours that most games strive for over tens of hours - it made me connect with Niko and care about them and their fate, as well as some of the characters they meet. OneShot doesn’t overstay it’s welcome - but by the time you’re done you’ll wish you had spent more time with it, and that’s perhaps it’s most powerful function as a game.

Shantae: Half Genie Hero There’s something great about what WayForward does. Their games are like a warm blanket on a cold day that take me back to my childhood. They never push the needle too far in terms of innovation, but they’ve absolutely perfected the way a platformer should be made. Nothing about Half Genie Hero is particularly punishing, and it seems like that’s the point. Both in terms of game difficulty and exploring, you never feel like you hit a wall that prevents you from doing what you want to do. There are some clear “metroidvania” elements to this game more than previous entries, but not overwhelmingly so.

The whole game exudes charm with an excellent soundtrack (your mileage may vary on the initial music that plays on the first stage, but it grew on me) and everything is beautifully animated. WayForward is in a unique position in terms of art design and direction, but I like to think that this is how games’ art and animation could have evolved if pixel art didn’t rule the day of the indie renaissance.

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And that’s it. I’m going to sleep.

hooboy.

So the Heart isn’t fucking working when I got it here. That’s annoying enough, but I had invited Noah and Charlotte over to watch Sherlock and PLBPLBPLBPLB the thing I was going to play it with is d-e-a-d dead. I’m going to take it to IT tomorrow and get someone else to take a look at it, because fuckwit’s law is still a thing, and I’m sure I’ll get it there, the tech’ll hit the power button, and the Heart’ll spring to life like magic, and I’ll kick myself in the head repeatedly. That’s my favourite computing rule, get someone else to look at it first before you chop your fingers off for fucking it up again. Yay. It can’t be anything serious - probably just one wire not working right. I’ll also bet anything it’s literally a break in the momentary switch between power and board. That would be hilarious. But, because I live in a digital-only dorm, so... there’s not a paperclip in the suite. So I can’t fantest the PSU or anything. Or bridge the power pins. Or literally anything else. So, to IT it goes. fuck.

The Heart fucking works, though! I had it working perfectly at home - insanely well. I did some VR test-benching, played a shitload of TF2... just, everything works so well. Firewatch pulls a solid 120  when I don’t throttle it, it’s hilariously overpowered. My screen couldn’t even handle that much without tearing, so I had to throttle it down to about 85 before it was playable. I believe I said “oh my god I could lick the grass at this texture level” about 150 times. It’s crazy how well the RX480 works, just the multi-level processing is crazily fast. I put it work on checking a few hashes I’d done in BTC before Zaphod died, and it did them all in about 2 minutes. Would have taken Zaphod about an hour on processor time alone.

Oriel picked up their stuff from the suite - They were using my room as “the attic” while they moved from PRow into Paramount, and... god, it was just so fucking awkward while they were here, me sweating and griping over the fuCKING computer, them, quietly moving all of their stuff out of their ex-boyfriend’s room. Talk about some hefty symbolism.

I’m still not sitting well with all of this - I’ve talked to some other people about it, and I just really hate that I describe both of my break ups as “they told me they did this because they loved me.” Though, I feel less and less like Olivia was in love with me up until we broke up. So there’s that. But... Oriel and I broke up, both feeling awful that we’d done it. And that sits with me less and less well every time I think or write that down. Ugh.

I have had a crap few hours, honestly. But I put up some twinkly lights in the main room, because now I’ve got an additional like 25+ feet of lights, so I thought I’d put them to some use. And they’re powered by a few AA’s, too, so I don’t have to worry about power and fuse draw in the dorm. Which I guess I might have to, with now, like, 4 desktop PCs, a few games consoles, projector, a few TVs, blah blah blah... So much wattage draw! Yike!

I have a shot glass in the dorm now, I fit in quite well. Dan and Paul both have slightly normal ones, but mine’s got a whole bunch of metric measures and equivalents marked on it. Suits me perfectly, I guess. Not like I do much drinking, but, y’know, maybe it’s time I start. Ha ha. I already have referenced my distasteful “I should start smoking” joke a few times now, but I guess now it’s coming to fruition. At least I don’t have a taste for smoking, or any other imbing of illicit substances. Or, rather, not quite illicit in Mass anymore! I guess I might have some interest in trying something, just so I can know my reactions to it. That’s why I’d tried drinking before - Penn and Teller’s rule of NPD, No Permanent Damage, is a good replacement for my mom’s “Don’t do stupid things” rule, now that I’m an “adult”, so I’ve had my fair share of drinks before, mostly scientifically to note my reaction. As for after the election, well, Cpt. Morgan and cider is awful, and I had a bit too much. So at least I know what a hangover feels like!

I’m just watching Downton and waiting on Noah and Char... I don’t know when they’re planning on getting here, but I went on Tumblr for like, no reason. I know the episode aired over two hours ago on WGBH, but I got into iPlayer so we could watch both in HD and on our time. But, there’s spoilers everywhere on here, I just know it! I saw Steph posting like “WHAT IS HAPPENING”, so NOPE’d  the fuck right outta there, and got onto text posts to write another goddamn long rambling personal post. I’m getting a lot better at writing these... I’m hoping it’s improving my narrative voice. It’s certainly making my typing better - I’m literally staring at the screen watching Downton right now, typing basically full speed. I’m practically fully touch-typing these days, which is making me feel a lot better in the office. I can talk to people while typing full-speed! What the hell! It’s great!

Ha, Noah just texted me asking what my address was while I was sending him a message saying “hey, tell me when you’re coming so I can get ready to come down and sign in guests”. I live in a BIG IMPOSING BUILDING, Noah, you should know where I live!

Carson and Ms. Hughes proposal scene I love this show so much NOW KITH.

I had the idea for this a little bit ago and had the basic outline for it in my drafts. finally decided to sit down and finish it

sorry that it's not the best! it would work better as a much longer thing, but I write better with shorter ficlets so I had to make do c':

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Scout broke the silence, bruised and battered, looking around at the pure carnage laid out before him. All thanks to the only other living man in the room. He looked at Spy's back as he stood over the body of the man who's throat he just slit. He was angry, furious even. But he had to know.

"Did.. did you mean that? What you said just then?"

Spy paused and turned, looking back at him. His face paled, the anger once there sapped from it in an instant.

Miss Pauling had shown up with a mission. Which wasn't unusual, nor was it when she asked for Sniper and Spy to come to the briefing room. What was unusual was Scout was asked to join them. It wasn't often he was asked to go on missions, period. And he certainly never was asked to go on one of their missions, no one was.

The mission was simple, but hindsight can only go so far.

Sniper was to be stationed on a building where he would have a clear view through every window. He was to be lookout. Keep Scout and Spy informed of every movement going on inside that building. Which wasn't the most exciting job, but he was certain used to it.

Scout's job was to be a distraction. Not too much of one to cause alarm. But enough of one to keep attention away from the main job.

Which was Spy's. To get in, make his way through the building, and get up to the target's room to steal some important paperwork for Saxton.

That was the plan. And everything started off smoothly.

That was until someone caught wind of a potential sniper on the roof around the same time someone realized Scout was not who he was claiming to be. He couldn't lie his way out of a paper bag, and instead it landed him being dragged off to an interrogation room.

And with Sniper no longer answering his radio, Spy was left to find him.

By the time he got there, he was furious. He'd already killed two guards, and incapacitated several more people. He was mockingly told exactly where "that brat" was. What they were doing to him. And he saw red.

So the moment he kicked the door in and saw one of the men in the room punch Scout in the gut, he didn't even hear himself as he marched over to end them.

"Don't you fucking touch my son."

Scout stood there, staring at Spy as he stared back at him. "Spy, answer me. Did you?" He stared at his face, watching the panic, the fear, the sheer dread wash across him. Each battling to take over. It was an answer enough. He dropped his gaze to the floor to think.

He was angry. He was hurt. He was.. confused. But he remembered one thing. One thing his Ma always told him growing up, something he can't ever remember her saying to any of his brothers. Something she'd tell him after he'd have an outburst, blaming his absent father for everything. She'd pull him aside and sit him down. He never understood it then, it only made him angrier.

He looked back up at Spy, who more or less appeared to completely check out, staring off. Scout felt his eyes burn with tears as he rushed over to hug Spy tight. "Ma always said you'd come back.."

Spy stood there, frozen, before he dropped the knife in his hand and clung to him just as tight. It took a moment before he found his voice again. "I may have broken many promises in my days.. but not that one. Never that one."

They stood there like that, silent. It was long overdue.

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After a moment, Sniper dragged himself across the wall to lean against the door frame. Just as battered as Scout. Clutching a wound on his side. Knife in one hand. Glasses completely twisted and broken on his face and one lens missing entirely. He stood there, watching quietly, before clearing his throat loudly. "Yeah, don't worry, I'm okay too. Just in case anyone might've been wonderin'."

Ok pain time!! IMAGINE if Scout came to Spy for advice/comfort and Spy was there for him bc he could tell how much the thing was bothering Scout. And Scout is so moved that he says "I wish you were my dad". Cue Spy mentally spiraling.

rubs my greedy lil hands together

I hope this satisfies that angsty craving my friend

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Scout had been acting odd for almost a week now.  Quieter than normal, more withdrawn.  He spent more time poking at his food at dinner than eating, and when anyone asked him what was wrong he’d just shrug.  No matter how much anyone tried, they couldn’t get him to talk.

And Spy had enough of it.

After dinner one night, he followed Scout to his room, grabbing the door before it could close and forcing himself inside.  He closed the door while Scout demanded (albeit not forcefully) to know what he was doing.  Spy regarded him sternly.

“Scout, something is wrong.  Everyone is painfully aware of this and the fact you are refusing to talk to anyone has become too concerning.”

“It’s.. it’s fine, Spy!  I’m fine, nothin’s wrong, I-”

“Scout.”  It came out harsher than he intended, but he was tired of this.  It’s been eating too much at him and he needs to know.  He still softened his tone.  “Please.”

He shuffled and looked away.  And then with a heavy sigh, walked to his bed to sit, looking at the floor between his feet.  “I- I got a call from Ma.  One’a my brothers, he..”  Scout rubbed his face.  “He got locked up.  Said he’s lookin’ at 10 years.”

“..which one?”

“Ted, second oldest.”

“How is your mother handling it?”

“Not great.  She just sounded so.. so disappointed, Spy.  And that’s what got me thinkin’.”  Scout got quiet, and tense.  His voice shook a little as he spoke.  “What if she’s disappointed in me, too?”

Spy felt his heart sink as he watched Scout rub his eyes, desperately trying to not get emotional in front of him.

“I mean, fuck.. ya know, I’m a mercenary!  A contract killer!  Am.. am I really any better?”

Spy walked over and sat next to him.  “Scout, your mother loves you dearly.  I think the list of things you could do that would make her disappointed in you, I could count on one hand.  From the few times we have met her, she has done nothing but brag about you.”

“Ain’t much to brag about now.”

“That will be enough of that.”  Spy cuffed him gently on the back of the head, smiling at him when Scout looks up to scowl.  “You are a lot more than you give yourself credit for.  And I know your mother is proud of you.  This team is proud of you.  I’m proud of you.  And nothing is going to change that.”

Scout sat there, looking at Spy quietly.  His nose turned red as his eyes got wet and he hugged him tight with a choked back sob.  And Spy let him cry it out without another word.  He just held him tight, rubbing his back gently.

And when he was finished, Spy made sure he was fine before getting up to leave.  As he got to the door, Scout spoke up.  “Spy.”  He cut himself off, as if he immediately came to regret saying anything.

Spy still looked back, hand on the doorknob.  “Yes?”

Scout silently stared for a moment, trying to decide what he wanted to say.  “You’re always here for me and you never judge me and I feel like I can always talk to you about things and- and I appreciate it.  A lot.  I wish you were my dad.  Maybe if I had you around growing up, me and my brothers coulda turned out different.”

Spy held back letting anything show, only smiling softly at him.  “Your father missed out on watching you grow up into being the man you are, and I hope he regrets it to his last breath.”

The walk back to his room after they bid each other goodnight felt like it took an eternity.  He closed his bedroom door behind him and leaned back against it, sliding to the floor as he stared off.  He hurt, all over.  His chest felt so tight, it was as if his whole body was aching.  He took off his mask and thew it to the floor to run his hands through his hair, gripping it tight as he leaned in on himself until his elbows were on his knees.

He felt sick, to his stomach and with himself.

He should have been there.  He should have been there, for Jeremy.  But he had to be a coward.  He didn’t fight hard enough, he didn’t try hard enough.  He could have found a way to have hidden them.  Left his spying career in the dust and taken them all and ran off.  He could have - and should have - done more.

He meant it, that he will always regret not being there.  And he will always regret it until the day Death shows up for him.  He could have made a difference for not only Scout, but his brothers.  But he instead was just like the others who had entered their mother’s life.  He was no better than any of them, even if he’d secretly still done more than them.  What good was any of it if he wasn’t even there?

He sat there for almost an hour, alone with his thoughts, before he finally stood up and collected his discarded mask.  He made his way to the bathroom to get himself ready to lay in bed all night, knowing already he won’t be able to sleep.  He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror, not even a glance.  He didn’t want to face that pathetic excuse of a man right now.

Spy was certainly exhausted by the time he got into bed.  Just not tired.  He just laid back and stared up at the ceiling as things echoed in his head.  What Scout had said, things he’d said to himself many nights before, the many horrid things others have said to him in the past.  It was his only company during the long, lonely night.

Maybe some winter or Christmas themed fluff? SniperSpy, whole team, doesn't matter. I just think some fluff might be nice hehe. - Shy Anon

The rec room was loud with chatter and the sounds of wrapping paper being torn open. Most stood round the much-too-large and obnoxiously decorated Smissmas tree, handing gifts to one another or sipping on hot drinks that'd been prepared just for this event. Laughter filled the air as gag gifts were revealed, frustrated sighs at the overdone ways of wrapping some presents, the occasional gasp of excitement over something one of them had been dying for was revealed.

Sniper sat towards the back, watching the madness with a smile on his face. He wasn't jumping at the idea of huddling up around a questionably stable tree with many sharp and glass ornaments while everyone was diving for gifts nestled underneath. He decided he'd wait, and if anyone wanted to bring him one of his gifts he'd be happy to open it.

And that's exactly what happened.

"Ahem."

Sniper looked up over the back of the couch. "Well hey you. Not gonna go jump into the fray?"

"No, I'm not quite interested in whatever potential brawl may break out." Spy rounded the couch, holding a rather long and very neatly wrapped gift. He leaned it against Sniper as he sat down close next to him. "For you."

"I'd assume." Sniper sat up a bit more, reaching over to grab a present off the floor next to him. "And this one's for you." He smiled as he plopped it down onto the man's lap. "G'wan, you go first."

Spy smirked softly. "If you insist." And with careful precision, he very delicately and neatly started to tear the tape, folding it all back. He got enjoyment over Sniper's frustrated sighs.

"C'mon, luv, just tear the damn thing already."

"Oh but you did such a wonderful job on this!" Spy teased, laughing at the unamused stare leveled at him as he continued to take his sweet time. Under all of it was a hefty box, slightly overfilled but contents still covered. Whatever inside had a bit of give to it if he squeezed it. Sniper looked positively anxious. Spy moved the lid to the couch next to him and..

What greeted him made him pause. He stared for a moment, confused, and then carefully removed the burgundy knitted scarf with his class emblem stitched into one end. Inspecting the work that went into each placement, he almost missed the sweater underneath. A deeper shade of red that complimented the scarf well, almost black, again with his emblem stitched delicately onto the front. It looked professionally made, the materials used for each stage of it were a very expensive quality.

"Where on earth did you find someone to make these?"

"..well, ah.." Sniper cleared his throat and looked away to mutter. "I.. I did. My mum, she.. she liked knitting and she showed me how to do it and.. well.. I figured I'd.." He trailed off, slowly looking over at the look of bewilderment on Spy's face. "Is it that bad?"

"Heaven's no! Sniper, it's beautiful." Spy looked at his gift for him with a nervous furrow in his brow. Sniper's gift to him was handmade, for him, by him.

..Spy had gone out to find people to make his gift to Sniper. There was none of his own touch in either parts of his gift. It couldn't compare to the amount of time and effort had gone into this.

"How long did this take you?"

"Months. Kept messin' it up and I didn't wanna give you somethin' subpar. But also you didn't have many nights you were workin' late that I could slip away and do it. I was worried it wasn't gonna be ready in time."

Spy leaned over to cup one cheek to pull him in as he kissed the other hard. He smiled brightly. "I couldn't possibly find the words to thank you for this. It's wonderful."

Sniper smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, well.. you're welcome." He chuckled, and then looked over at the box he was given. "My turn?"

"..yes." He sounded unsure, but it was drowned out by paper being ripped loudly.

Sniper examined the crate as he laid it on his lap, finding the opening and lifting the lid. "Bloody hell, Spy!" His eyes lit up as he lifted the bow out of the box first, grinning from ear to ear as he ran his fingers along the intricate carvings down the limbs and around the grip. Every pass he made with his eyes, he spotted something new. It was too beautiful to even think of using.

He removed the quiver next. Real leather, hand stitched. The inside was spacious. It felt sturdy. His own class emblem was stamped into it towards the bottom. He looked over at Spy, the grin on his face never waning. "They're gorgeous! Where did you.."

"Overseas. It took some time to find the best people to make these. I refused to purchase from just anyone, you're worth more than that. But that was the hardest part. Once I placed the orders and gave my general ideas, it was simply waiting."

"Thank you.. christ, Spy, they're just.. gorgeous. Wish I'd put a little more into your scarf and sweater now."

"Hush. Sniper, you made these yourself. I paid other people to craft these for you. As far as I am concerned, your gift far outweighs mine."

"I'm content calling it even."

"I am not, but we will agree to disagree."

Sniper laughed and leaned in to give him a quick kiss. "Fine, fine." He leaned his forehead against his, the two looking at each other before slowly leaning in for another kiss. Only to be interrupted by..

"SHIT!" Scout tried to scramble away from the tree tipping over onto them, but the cord of lights was tangled around his ankle and only tugged it down onto everyone faster.

Sniper blinked twice before looking back at Spy. "..should we..?"

"No."

"Good call."

The pair stood up, collected their things, and promptly exited the room to avoid getting roped into clean-up.

now i'm imagining scout asking spy if he can call him dad just once and it's making my heart m e l t

(don’t laugh I don’t write much and I’m dyslexic as shit and my grammar sucks ass, have mercy on me I know this is awful)

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It’d been a rough week.  They’d been fighting those damn robots nonstop and they just weren’t getting anywhere it seemed.  The worst part was everyone was expecting so much of him, telling him his job was one of the most important ones on the team.  Everything was riding on him completing this ONE task.. and he just kept failing.

Scout threw his bat into his room out of frustration, ignoring the dent now in his wall as he slammed the door shut and sat on his bed.  He felt pathetic.  He felt useless.  All he had to do was get inside that bunker and get the damn intel and bring it back so Engie could find out a way to pause the bots long enough so they could get inside and stop them at the source.  He’d done this before!  So why was it so difficult now?

The worst part was seeing how disappointed everyone was getting.  Not in him, they kept assuring.  Just disappointed that this mission was becoming a lot more difficult than they could have ever imagined.  Everyone was disappointed in themselves, but for Scout it felt like they were disappointed in him.

He went up to the roof after spending hours alone in his room, ignoring all attempts from his team to have him come out and at least have dinner with them.  They were getting worried but no one wanted to push too far.

Scout was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn’t notice someone approaching until Spy sat down next to him.  Neither one said anything at first.

“..you know it isn’t your fault.”

Scout felt his chest get tight hearing that, tucking his knees under his chin and staring off still.  “Yeah, that’s what everyone tells me.  But it don’t make things feel better.”  There was an awkward pause, both hesitating to say anything more.  Scout broke the silence this time.  “What are you even doin’ up here?”

Spy hummed, feigning amusement.  “I could ask you the same.  Everyone was worried when you didn’t come to dinner.”  He paused, there was another hesitation, then he gingerly spoke again, as if he was choosing his words carefully.  “I.. also didn’t feel it was right.  For you to be alone.”

Scout got up, pacing in frustration.  “I don’t get it, Spy!  Why can’t I do this??  It’s not that hard, I- I’ve done it before!  So many times, it’s a piece of cake.  But every time I get in there, I get caught and..”  He stopped, his shoulders sagging as his voice cracked.  Dammit, not now..  “..and I just keep letting everyone down.”

Spy got up and watched him, his chest felt tight seeing how upset he was getting but he kept his composure.  “Scout.”  He waited, the spoke a bit more firmly.  “Scout, look at me.”  Once he turned, Spy looked at him sternly.  “There is no one else on this team who can pull this job off more than you can.  If we didn’t think you could do it, we would never have asked.  But we know you can, I know you can.  They wanted me to do this mission and I told them that you were better suited for it.  And you have more than proven it.  Every time you have gone in there, you have gotten farther along.  We knew this would be a difficult mission but we know you can do this.  We’ve done everything we can to make sure you can pull this off.”  He got quiet, looking away for a moment to think before looking back at him, his face and tone a little softer.

“And I’m proud of you.  You’ve been doing so well, and despite these set backs you haven’t once given up.  You are stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

Scout stood there, staring at Spy with a mix of emotions in his eyes until finally they all welled up into tears.  He wiped them as fast as he could to not embarrass himself but he knew Spy saw.  Spy saw everything.  He also saw so much potential in Scout that no one had ever seen in him before except for his Ma.  It made him feel vulnerable in a way he’d never felt before.  “Can I ask you a favor?  And please don’t laugh.”

“What is it?”

“Can.. can I call ya dad, just once?”

Spy felt a rush of something come over him.  For once, it was too intense for him to really identify, too intense that he couldn’t even hide it in his voice as it wavered.  “Of course.”

Scout rushed over a little too quickly, hugging Spy tight.  “Thanks, Dad.”

Spy didn’t reply, he didn’t need to.  Instead he returned the embrace just as tightly, closing his eyes and holding him for as long as Scout needed it.  Those two simple words echoed in his head, making him both the happiest and saddest man alive in that one moment.  And neither one said another word, even as they walked back inside to their rooms.

Spy looked at himself in the mirror that night as he got ready for bed.  Really looked.  It’d been a while since he had regarded himself in such a way and it was then he saw how wet his eyes were.  “Thanks, Dad.”  He heard it in his head again and a small smile pulled at his lips.  Scout might have assured he’d only say it once, but he’d be hearing it for the rest of his life.

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(also bc I don’t trust people.. this is not a ship post.  Spy is Scout’s father, don’t be gross.)

Hi,

first of all I LOVE you're writings!

So I wanna ask you if it would be OK for you to make some Headcanons for SniperSpy and/or Heavy Medic when they are jealous, I mean for real jealous. For example if they are in a Bar drinking together and out of nowhere a Woman or Man starts flirting with one of then and doesn't stop and gets even handsy on them how would they react/handel the Situation.

Feel free to Ignore this if you want

Neither of them are what one would consider “bar people”.  While they understood the appeal, the atmosphere doesn’t exactly suit either of them.  But they were recommended they try and so they did.

They'd been traveling together, nothing too big.  Just a quick something while there was a holiday ceasefire.  But boredom set in and they asked a couple they’d met at their lodge for an idea.  Standing outside the bar now, Medic made an unsure face.

Heavy looked down at him and spoke in Russian.  /”We can turn back, you know.”/

Medic let out a deep sigh and adjusted his glasses with a shrug.  He responded in German.  /“No, no, we’re here.  Let’s not waste the walk.”/

That was an hour ago.

Now, Medic was emerging from the bathroom.  His spirits were up, after some drinks.  The other patrons were friendly.  Even the bartenders on staff were happily entertained by their stories as they evening crowd start filing in.  It grew dark outside, and louder inside.  More people came and went, many wanted to know more about the odd pair of older men sitting off to themselves.

They all knew, seeing them sitting close, that the new pair that’d strolled in were an item and if anyone was bothered then no one said anything.

They were friendly.

And as Medic stopped in his tracked, he realized a little too friendly.

Someone had perched himself on his barstool.  Pushed his drink away.  Was currently resting his hand on his Heavy.

From his point of view, Heavy didn’t seem bothered.  But that was like him, to not let things bother him.  But seeing that hand move, feeling him.. Medic became very bothered.  His face started to flush as he scowled at that hand, and he marched over.  The short laugh that came out of him was anything but friendly.

“Ah, excuse me, that is my seat.”  The smile in his voice was paired with a very obvious irritation.  The words come out both pleasant and commanding.  Move and go away, he said.

The stranger smiled at him.  “Apologies.  Didn’t realize the seat on the other side got taken.  I was just talking with my new friend here.”  That hand didn’t move, it stayed planted.  He stayed planted.  He acknowledged him and still did not move.

Heavy didn’t have a chance to open his mouth before Medic snapped his hand over and grabbed the stranger’s wrist firmly.  He leaned in slowly and his smile quickly dropped to a frown.  His voice is hushed to not disturb the other nice people.

“I don’t think you understand.  That is my seat.  And this is my husband.  You will have ten seconds to remove yourself from my seat and my husband before I snap your wrist at the joint.”

That got his attention.  That and the thumb currently circling a pressure point.  He pulled his arm away and barely remembered to grab his drink before walking off without another word.

Heavy chuckled.  /”Jealousy.. that is a new look for you.”/

Medic scoffed as he seated himself back in his spot.  His hand took over the spot the stranger was touching.  Petting, rubbing.  /”I do not get jealous, don’t be silly.”/

/”Is that why you’re trying to rub a hole into my skin?”/

/”I am merely.. removing him.  After all, he touched you.”/

With an amused grin, Heavy turned to look at Medic.  /”I stand by my point.  So.. your husband, hm?”/

Medic used a finger on his free hand to gently push his glass away with a sneer.  Even though he trusted Heavy wouldn’t allow someone to slip something in his cup, he didn’t trust some stranger to not try.  /”What, am I not allowed to call you that?  Our Sniper and Spy fondly call each other that, do they not?”/

/”You were not doing it fondly.  You were doing it to stake a claim.”/

/”Semantics, my dear.  As if that’s not what they do as well.”/  Medic waved it off dismissively.  /”The point is, he has his hand on you.  And I didn’t approve.”/

Heavy laughed, which makes Medic smile more genuinely.  /”So it was jealousy?”/

/”You wouldn’t do the same?  Threaten violence if someone dared try coyly flirting with me when you stepped away for just a moment?”/

/”I would do more than threaten.”/

/”Then you’re one to talk.”/  Medic leaned up to kiss him with a teasing grin.

The night continued on.  Patrons started filing over again to chat.  The stranger never made another appearance, for his own good.  Medic wouldn’t be pleased if he had to break an arm in front of their new friends for the night.