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"Wandering Eye" Engineer x Sniper (Oneshot) 🔞

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The short, stocky Engineer looked up, pausing mid speech as he felt eyes upon him, meeting Mundy’s gaze only briefly before turning away. He returned to the task at hand, only this time, he was noticeably less focused than before. By now, Dell had to be wondering what all the sly looks were for and slowly coming to the realisation that he hadn’t imagined them.

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The Sniper had been watching him for hours now.

He had been doing it subtly of course. He knew better than to outright stare at a man from this close and only risked the occasional glance in his direction – unable to contain a smirk whenever he caught his eye, offering him suggestions so slight that he’d be running circles in his clever mind wondering if he’d imagined them. Usually, Mundy preferred to outright stare from afar, with the aid of his rifle and a nest hidden from view. He liked that much better, mostly because he got the pleasure of shooting some poor sod’s brains out. But now long after the battle had been won, he was forced to be out in the open and so close to the people around him that he was practically nude, lied bare and directly in view, like some sort of prized vase that would inevitably get over by the end of the night. And with this lot of drunkards, it seemed pretty likely too.

Instead of the small pleasures of war, he was supposed to find idle chatter, cold beer and the company of his teammates rewarding. And to be brutally honest, he’d prefer it if they hadn’t won at all. He’d endured enough of these gruelling parties in his lifetime for them all to blur into one long, ugly smudge of boredom, stupidity, loathing and lest he forget, chucking his guts up. He’d learned not to get himself completely pissed just to survive these celebrations. He’d swapped the pain of a crushing hangover for the lingering feeling of bareness that made his skin crawl, his jaw stiff and his eyelids heavy with utter exhaustion.

Mundy reclined in his miserable, plastic garden chair, sipping at his beer as he reluctantly reacquainted himself with the party around him, more out of the obligation to look interested than anything. Unsurprisingly, nothing had changed at all, except most of his team were slightly more hammered than before. They were all riding the highs of the grog for now, until it inevitably fizzled out into a spell of drowsiness and lethargy.

The inseparable pair – the Heavy and the Medic – holding each other by the fire, were even more shameless about their already very public relationship and looked like they were seconds away from passionately eating each other. Mundy looked around for the Spy and didn’t find him – he’d likely gotten sick of dealing with this lot. No one else seemed to have noticed his absence, and that made him just about green with envy. If a lanky bloke like him tried to scurry off, he’d have just about a dozen men demanding that he stick around and ‘enjoy’ himself. The Demoman and Soldier, were on the path to drinking themselves to death in some kind of game with how they were carrying on. The Pyro, being one of the few sober blokes—or maybe not a bloke, Mundy wasn’t sure – merely enjoyed the dancing fire and fed it nearby twigs, just to watch them burn. He understood, for he’d been enthralled by something as well. Or more accurately, someone.

He licked his lips, his entire body tingling with warmth as he refocused his wandering attention to the Engineer, who stood beside the Scout, giving the runt a few tips as he watched over the grill. The short, stocky Texan looked up, pausing mid speech as he felt eyes upon him, meeting Mundy’s gaze only briefly before turning away. He returned to the task at hand, only this time, he was noticeably less focused than before. By now, Dell had to be wondering what all the sly looks were for and slowly coming to the realisation that he hadn’t imagined them. If Mundy was especially unlucky, he’d merely dismiss this as an innocent curiosity, but this wasn’t innocent at all. Innocent was so dull, and he was already bored to tears. He had to amuse himself somehow, and it so happened that he had a bloody good imagination – a little bonus from his years out alone in the bush.

It didn’t hurt either that the Engineer was easy on the eyes and so fucking cute he wanted to squeeze him until he squealed. Mundy found his grey eyes, dimpled smile, and rounded frame comforting, like the gentle sun in the mornings. But that didn’t stop him from wanting to do obscene things to him. If anything, it made the prospect even more thrilling, like stripping the bloke of his innocence, though he doubted he was at all sinless. All that mattered to Mundy is that he looked the part and played the part, and that made the thought of reducing the amiable, respectable Texan into the very picture of debauchery all that more enticing.

He parted his legs ever so slightly, making himself comfortable as he thought about doing a lot more than merely staring. He grew bold and dared to look outright at the other man, not glancing, not peeking, fully eyeing him up. Dell returned his eye and this time, lingered, a glint of interest in his silver eyes.

Mundy cracked a smile at him.

Dell gave him one in kind, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear.

Mundy’s heart kicked up – this was the fun part. The Engineer served up the meat and skewers without his usual care for the act. The hearty smells of the food brought out a new wave of excitement with the well and truly hammered mercenaries. The Sniper waited in place as the lot of them shuffled and lumbered along on unbalanced limbs to get their food, forming a small crowd of laughing and chittering idiots around the plates.

The small Engineer easily squeezed through, making his way to Mundy, fidgeting as he went. “Well, ain’t you a charmer.” Dell scoffed, taking the empty seat beside him.

“You’re no better, ya didn’t even chuck me a snag.” He snickered, gesturing to the plates rapidly emptying of food. “You’re s’posed to get me dinner first.”

“I don’t reckon you deserve any, after starin’ at me like some sort of circus freak.” Dell turned to him, only playful annoyance on his features.

He leant in, just a touch closer, closing the distance between them. “Oh, come on, mate, don’t be like that. It worked, didn’t it?”

“Settle down, Slim.” He said. “It’s only workin’ because I’ve just about had my fill of tonight’s festivities.”

“You’re sick of this? I thought ya liked all this fuckin’ about.” He said.

“I like it, yeah. It’s nice seein’ everyone in good spirits.” He replied. “I just know when I’ve seen enough of that, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, yeah, mate, I know exactly what ya mean.” He commented, chuckling to himself. “I think we’ve got different ideas of ‘seen enough’ though.” He wrapped an arm around the smaller man, feeling him shudder under his touch. “I stepped into this gatho and decided I wanted to turn right back around.” He uttered those words quietly, making sure no one else heard them.

“I could tell. Next time you should lock yourself up in that van of yours instead of turnin’ to givin’ fellas cheeky looks.” He scolded him playfully, his large hands easing to Mundy’s thigh, gently stroking it. “It might get you in trouble.” He warned, dropping his voice low and a smile creeping on his lips.

“Might do,” He shrugged, taking a swig of his beer, and finishing it off. “But I don’t think I care.” His voice turned gravelly when kept in such a soft, sultry tone. It seemed to work wonders on the Engineer, as he’d turned red all the way to his ears.

“What do you say we get out of here?” Dell’s hand wandered dangerously close to all the things he wanted him to touch.

“Fuckin’ finally.” He groaned, thrilled to finally have a good excuse to bugger off. “C’mon, my van’s parked just around the corner.” He smirked at the Texan, outstretching his hand to him, and he looked back to the party for witnesses before taking it.

Mundy eagerly dragged the smaller man through the base, cutting through the building to avoid being seen. The last thing he wanted was to receive a bombardment of questions about what he’d been up to.

“It’s just over here.” He said as they exited the base. Before him, was the beaten up, but loveable old van he spent most of his time in. The Sniper opened the door for his partner, taking a sarcastic gentlemanly bow. “Make yourself at home or somethin’, I don’t bloody know.” He went in after, closing the door behind them and locking it for good measure.

Dell went in first, his eyes wandering all over the messy interior. Clothes had been strewn about on the floor, old mugs sat neglected on the minimal furniture and his humble bed remained unmade. He chucked a pair of socks off from the blankets, shooting a disapproving look at Mundy before he sat down on it. “And I was worried thinkin’ I’d be makin’ a mess of your place.”

“Quit sookin’.” He retorted. “Here, mate, I’ll give ya somethin’ else to gawk at – and you’d better not whinge about it.” He kicked off his trousers and Dell let out a wolf whistle.

“I’m sure as hell not gonna complain about that.” Dell said, lifting his shirt over his head and fumbling with his boots. “That’s a real pretty thing you’ve got there,” He purred, tugging his pants down and lifting his legs to get them off. “Could you maybe give me a closer look?” He tempted him with his voice and the appealing view of him nude except for a cute pair of boxers.

Mundy lazily tossed his shirt at Dell for a bit of fun. “I was hopin’ you’d ask.” He hopped onto the bed with him, parting his legs just enough to give him a nice view.

Dell’s hand curled around it, gently easing its way down from the tip to the base, merely teasing him for now. He leant in close, his free hand cupping Mundy’s chin while the other went down further, lovingly holding his balls and fondling them, making his cock stir. He melted into the other man as soft lips met his own, accompanied by the heavenly graze of stubble. He kissed him back with a fiery passion, growing more and more hungry as he gave Mundy’s increasingly hard dick a couple of slow pumps. He smothered him with his mouth and his tongue, as if to demand more.

He pulled away, only for a moment. “Do you reckon you could show me yours?” Mundy panted.

“You sure ya wanna see it?” He asked, looking at him with wonderfully wanting eyes. “You might get a bit jealous.”

“Y’know by sayin’ that you have to show it off now, don’t ya?”

Dell made a show out of taking them off and Mundy waited with bated breath as more and more of his thick curls were revealed, until finally, a gorgeous pink nub showed through. He turned hot all over, pleasantly surprised by it. Mick wasn’t fussy, and he could already feel himself falling in love. He ran his fingers over Dell’s engorged clit, feeling along its stocky shaft, and paying special attention to the perky head at the end. He gave it quick, pleasing strokes, causing it to swell under his touch and Dell returned the favour, jerking him off faster until their lips reconnected. It was messy this time, hasty with lust and so fervid that it was nearly suffocating. Mundy moaned into Dell’s mouth, bucking up into his hand, his dick throbbing with the need to fuck him stupid.

The Engineer climbed up into his lap, his weight a welcome sensation on him. “You jealous yet?” He teased, running a hand through Mundy’s hair.

“Only a little.”

“You will be when I’m done with you.”

Dell guided Mundy’s hard cock to his entrance before effortlessly sliding every inch of it inside of him, a pleased sigh escaping him. Mundy wrapped his arms around the bloke, the warmth, tightness, and slickness driving him just about mad. His hands wandered down Dell’s chest and to the pudge on his belly as he carefully rocked on his cock, adjusting to the sensation. He bobbed on it, getting up to speed until he found a fast, satisfying rhythm that took both his and the Sniper’s breath away. He let out an embarrassingly desperate groan as the dizzying pleasure mounted, a sign he was quickly coming undone. It was all too much and simultaneously not enough; the heat, the tight embrace around his engorged cock, the provocative slap of flesh on flesh, the enraptured moans of himself and his partner.

Mundy thrusted up into Dell, hungrily seeking more. He went in deep, clutching the other man tight as he huffed and panted. He bucked up rapidly, tight muscle squeezing and spasming around his cock, his climax nearing. The Engineer threw his head back, a moan escaping him and his nails raking down Mundy’s back. He goaded him on with that charming, now filthy drawl of his, challenging him to make a mess of him. Dell’s legs wrapped tightly around him, holding him for dear life as he pounded him. Mundy’s mind filled with animalistic, stupefying fog as he found himself at the very precipice of ecstasy. In a frenzied act of desperation, he lifted Dell, parted his legs further and fucked him relentlessly, slamming into the spot that would make him scream. And in seconds, the usually soft spoken and well-mannered Texan was moaning out curses and screaming his name.

He’d reduced the Engineer to little more than a trembling, needy mess and Mundy’s hips stammered, losing all rhythm upon getting exactly what he’d wanted. Dell cried out, the sound deeply satisfying, so much so that it all became too much for him. Mundy thrusted in deep, cum spilling from him and filling his partner, completing the delicious fantasy embedded into his mind.

He pulled Dell in for a hug, settling down with him. “Maybe I should stare at ya more often.” He joked, giving him a noogie.

“Maybe you should.” He chuckled. “Or, you could charm me with that mouth of yours instead.”

“Sounds good to me.” He ran his fingers through his hair, losing himself in the softness of his short, prickly hair.

“I hate to be the one to ask, but should we get back to everyone before they suspect anythin’?”

“Bugger the lot of ‘em.” He dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. “Wouldn’t ya rather stay here tonight and have a bloody good cuddle?”

“How could I ever say no to that?"

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habitabel · 19 days

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GUYS GUYS GUYS

what do I do with myself rn I'm tweaking out I'm gonna rip my skin off what THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME

Edit❗❗❗ for more info, I have links to the discord, Twitter, and the official team lovetress website on my page! It's pinned at the top <3 the discord requires you to share a picture of your ID because I guess the game might have nsfw themes or maybe the discord does?? Not too sure but yeah just a warning!! Also, it's been brought to my attention that cabbage (the artist shown here) has stepped away from this project!! I'll share the tweet from cabbage here v

(ily @ncalabby )

#tf2 heavy #sniper tf2 #tf2 #tf2 demoman #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #team fortress 2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2 fanart #team fortress soldier #tf2 soldier #soldier tf2

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h0mo-gatoxp · 2 months

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when your friend finds a girlfriend that looks exactly like you but in a different color

make all the versions that i can ¿¿¿¿

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #bushmedicine #tf2 sniper #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #tf2 spy #sniper x medic #medic x sniper #tf2 sfm #heavymedic #engispy #sniperspy #tf2 engiespy #napoleon complex #bloody suit

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amberandomly · 9 months

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Lil Pootis fanart aka mostly gushing over the Blu team

also i cant believe this is the first time I drew something to do with Emesis Blue bc I feel too pressured to make good art of it

thank you so much @quazies for giving me the strength to doodle somthing and for making these beautiful animations, you have no idea how many times they've saved me when I've had bad days lol

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #lil pootis #blootis #tf2 scout #tf2 engineer #tf2 spy #spy x engineer #tf2 demoman #tf2 medic #emesis blue #fritz ludwig #tf2 sniper #my art #procreate #practical espionage #digital art

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lenny-link · 9 months

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Wait, if you like speeding bullet, could you make more? Also, thank you so much! It made my day! 🥹

sniperscout my beloved <3

My hc for scouts is that they have the weirdest way to court/flirt with someone, same level of weird of those silly bird dances males birds do to attract females lol

And thank You! glad you enjoy the content :D

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prettyboypistol · 3 months

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How to Seduce the TF2 Mercs

Scout

Pay attention to him. Give him genuine compliments and honest feedback. He wants to feel loved and like he's worth someone's time.

Kisses and physical affection. Mans thinks about the time you put your hand on his shoulder for weeks.

Just say you love him, man. He's been overlooked his whole life.

Soldier

Take him seriously- don't belittle him or make jokes about how he views the world. He knows he's a little crazy but he is genuinely trying his best to make the world a better place.

Defend him!!! If someone shit talks him, punch that motherfucker in the jaw!!

Honest discussions with you asking a lot of questions, take the time to get to know him and you'll have a defender for the rest of your life.

Pyro

Much like with Soldier, defend them and take the time to get to know them.

Gifts, gifts, gifts!!! Give them gifts!

Be a little flirty ;> don't baby them! Treat them like the adult they are!

Demoman

Bro just ask to fuck. He'll probably say yes.

He loves a bold mf that knows how to take what they want. Come on to him, buy him a drink, and ask if he's got any company for the night.

If you're going for something a little more long term, just remove the sleeping aspect. Just say you're interested in getting to know him you'll most likely get a date and see how things go.

Engineer

He's a sucker for practical use gifts (i.e. mechanical oil, a new wrench, etc) or sentimental gifts (photograph of you two, love letters)

Call him handsome! Call him pretty and a gentleman! Appeal to that cowboy energy and treat him all respectful like and you'll definitely catch his interest.

If you're not the type to do all that song and dance, go the opposite route. Stump him with a logistic problem and tease him about it. He'll nonstop think about you for months and bitch about you to his sentries.

Heavy

Mikhail likes hotheads and determined people, someone who's not afraid to fight if the situation comes to it.

Ask him about general things and slowburn that mf about nice conversations until you two can talk about personal things.

Ask him to help you clean your guns! Ask him weaponry questions about what would suit you better in the field!

Medic

GET THIS MAN SOME ORGANS. GET HIM SOME FUNDING!!!! get him a lil lovebirddddd

Take the time to get to know his birds and if the birds like you, Medic automatically likes you more.

Take an interest in his medical discoveries and his life! He's a prime yapper and wants to t a l k. That's why he never shuts up when doing surgery.

Spy

Romance him traditionally, to be honest. Keep it classy and court him like the romantic he is. Roses placed in his locker, prime dinners delivered to his door, BE A ROMANTIC ABOUT IT.

If you can't dance, ask him to teach you "for a mission" (He will know that you're the one behind all the flirtatious gestures bc he's SPY)

Butter up that man like he's a piece of toast. Handsome young man who captured your heart and holds it hostage. Classy gentleman that could get away with world domination with gorgeous eyes like that.

Sniper

Don't come on too strong, he's a bristly one. Be calm and casual. Hit him with that friends to lovers.

He's more of a tough nut to crack and insecure of if you actually like him, so be sure to flood his mind with ambiguous hints when you think you see signs of him showing interest in you.

To really seal yourself in his heart, spend a lot of quality time with him! Go camping, hunting, fishing, driving, anything that gets the both of you alone and quiet.

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paninicupcakke · 4 months

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Enjoy some more gay ass bs shitposts :3

#tf2 meme #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 spy #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 engineer #tf2 sniper #tf2 demoman #sniper x scout #engiespy #sniperscout #engineer x spy

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crentizt · 1 year

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me omw posting my art that i made months ago all bc of my lazyness

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 fanart #team fortress 2 fanart #tf2 medic #tf2 engineer #tf2 soldier #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #my art #ibis paint x #im going insane #sniperspy #bloody suit #I CANT REMEMBER SHIP NAMES

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miintsprigz · 5 months

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Mercs x GN! reader who drew them (ALL NINE!)

This goes out to everyone, not just my artists.

But yes, all my fic material is extremely self-serving.

Big thank you to a dear friend of mine for helping me with mercs like Pyro, Engie, Sniper, and Medic when I got stuck.

VERY LONG POST INCOMING

Scout

• Well, he IS an artist himself, that’s probably how the two of you first started talking.

• Ran past one day, only to immediately throw it in reverse and go “hey whoa whoa whoa when were you gonna tell me you could draw?!”

•Naturally…it was only a matter of time.

•He was always so encouraging about your stuff, so…after working up the guts, you showed him.

• “Yo wait a sec…you drew me??? I…” For once in his life, he’s at a loss for words. He’s never been drawn—not even a self-portrait. For as cocky as he seems…well…

•He just…stares for a second. Marveling. Is that…really what I look like?

• “Do you like it?” “Abso-friggin-lutely, (Y/N)!!! You kiddin’? I don’t even look that beautiful in real life! And ya know, that’s sayin’ somethin!”

•You laugh, and he pulls you in so fast to hug you that you weren’t even ready. “But seriously…thank you. I’ve uh…I’ve never been drawn before. You did amazing. …you know I gotta draw you now, right?”

•And he does. He’s a complete perfectionist about it—he feels like he can’t replicate you, you’re one of a kind. (He actually does very well! But he’s so shy showing it to you…d’aww.)

Pyro

•Pyro was more of a doodler than anything. They loved color. And of course, you could resonate with that.

•Sometimes you’d draw designs and let them color it in. They giggled all the while…they just adored how creative you were.

•Being the most secretive about their appearance, they’re hard to nail down…even for you. Pyro is most themself in their full gear. You, out of everyone, know that best.

•So you took a…different approach. Abstraction.

•Their hands, the ones that so often seemed to be magnetically drawn to you.

•Their back, the strong shoulders when they just felt content to sit in the quiet with you.

•The brief glimpses you’d caught of their face—split second instances in shadows—those were easy, yet challenging. Their brief sightings made them easy to be abstract about, and yet, it made them harder to actually nail down.

•Conjuring a rather fittingly smoky composition, it had a dreamlike feel to it. Pure Pyro.

•You were only a bit hesitant to show them, but when they did see…they surprised you a bit.

•You could see them straighten up a bit…surprised. They craned their neck a bit, looking closer, gently curling their fingers over yours to hold the snapshot-like portraits with you.

• “Hmmm…” There was a sort of…tranquility to them. So unlike your little sparky fella.

• “Do you like them?” Immediately, the edge of their mask bumped against your forehead—your own personal way of kissing. That was all the answer you needed.

•They couldn’t verbalize it, but…seeing beauty in images of themself. The same beauty they saw all around them…it made them see themself in a way they never had before.

•And of course, it made them fall even deeper in love with you, the one who cared for them so much that they took the time to look so deeply.

Heavy

•Heavy is a very intelligent man, but he’s never had much gift for creative work. Even his insults were kind of just the same thing repeated, when the other mercs made it an art form.

•So he couldn’t help but be enraptured by your artistic endeavors and how much work you put into them.

•He loved to see you covered in your medium of choice, your passion for it. Made him lovesick. How lovely you were doing what you loved.

•If he could paint, he would have wanted to paint that. So he could look at it forever.

•So of course, imagine his delight when you decided to draw him!

• That roaring laugh you so enjoyed boomed immediately, just elated.

•“Ohhhh…look at that! You captured me perfectly! Beautiful!” You couldn’t help but beam with pride.

•“Can Heavy keep this?” “Of course you can, hon.” This warranted a sudden barrage of kisses to your face, which cracked you up of course.

•“Very happy to have such talented artist as yourself to love. But to me? You are most beautiful. In all the world.” Despite being more eloquent in his native language, Heavy could still get you to turn red. “Oh gosh…” “Is true!”

Demoman

•Tavish had always been a pretty sentimental fellow. He really did enjoy artwork, but didn’t talk about it much.

•Once he discovered that you were an artist, he was over the moon. Finally, he felt, he could talk to someone about art without them possibly poking fun.

•He’d never go in your sketchbook unless you allowed him to, but he always looked with such admiration in his eyes. “That’s bloody brilliant. So long as ya luv it, never stop doin’ this. Cuz I’ll never stop lookin.”

•One day, you told him you had a surprise for it. “I dunno if I like surprises…” “Oh trust me, Demo,” you chirped, “I think you’ll like this one.”

•As you held up the finished product, his mouth went agape. Almost instantly, he began to smile.

•“Well aren’t you just the sweetest!! That’s me there???” “Yes, love. I uh, I hope that you like it.” His gaze shifted over to you, and you could see his eye had grown somewhat misty.

•Demo was at a loss for words. He had never thought of himself as particularly good-looking, certainly not good enough to be drawn. And yet. You had drawn him. Drawn him very well. And he liked how he looked. Was that how you saw him?

•“Aw, Tav…you okay??” He blinked quick, trying to keep composed.“Never better…c’mere, you…”

•Wrapping his arms around you, he gave you a kiss, just about taking your breath away.

•“My little artist…ya made me look so good.” You caught him rubbing his eye a bit. “I just drew what I saw.” “Well, ya see a work of art in me. And that? That’s the best surprise of all.”

Engineer

•With how much designing went into his machines, Dell could always appreciate the skills of an artist. So when he learned that you were one, well, that only sweetened an already sweet deal.

•You were a little self-conscious at first about him watching you work. You tended to just work parallel to one another, both lost in your own stuff.

•You’d sometimes stop what you were doing to follow his hands as he put the pieces together, fingers wandering as they looked for the correct tool.

•When the inverse happened though—when Engie watched you work—he admired your spontaneity. You could start off with a total wild card and somehow managed to pull it all together and make it work, in a way he never could have come up with.

•Being rather rigid in his own trade, that was something Dell couldn’t help but be dazzled by. Very smart man for sure, but rather by-the-book. Not like you. He saw genius in the way your mind worked.

•So, one day, as the two of you perused each other’s handiwork a bit, you shyly revealed the piece you’d made of him—hard at work on an updated sentry model.

•His lips parted a little like he was about to say something, but nothing came out.

•“I know it’s a little rocky…I’m not the best at drawing machinery.” Gently, he took ahold of the sketchbook and gave it a soft tug, nonverbally asking for permission to hold it. You let him.

•As he looked closer, a warm smile crept across his face. “Well, well…wouldja look at that. That’s me alright.” He chuckled heartily, but you realized it was from admiration, not amusement.

•“Look at you, (Y/N)! Saw me all covered in dirt an’ said ‘yeah, I can make art from that’. I love it…shucks, darlin’, I can hardly get my eyes off of it.”

•He looked back at you, still all aglow, only to find you blushing to the point of near luminescence. “Aw, c’mon now honey…no need to be all shy. You’re incredible, ya know that?”

•An arm slunk around your shoulders, pulling you fast to his side, quickly pecking the top of your head. “I love it, and I love you.”

Soldier

•Soldier was a brave man, that he was confident in. But even he was self-aware enough to realize he wasn’t the sharpest.

•Anything he’d ever drawn looked like kids’ stuff, so to see what you could make? It blew his mind.

•Jane tried not to stare while you drew—you’d gotten all nervous when you’d caught him, and he was trying to be courteous—but he couldn’t deny how it captivated him.

•“Whatcha workin’ on now?” “I’m drawing those two goofs.” You motioned to the Spy and Scout bickering as they often did. “Why them, of all things?” “I just like capturing the moment sometimes.”

•One day, as you sat while he drilled the rest of the team, you started to do just that. You found it hard not to chuckle just a little as the others groaned and rolled their eyes.

•Sure, you got their annoyance, but you couldn’t help but be pulled in by Jane’s excitement and hot-bloodedness.

•“Seemed pretty lost in your work there, or I woulda asked you to join in.” A strong hand ruffling your hair snapped you out of your daze. “Capturing the moment again?”

•“Uh-huh. I think this is my best one yet.” You turned the book around to show him, and you saw his lips part slightly in surprise before he suddenly laughed. “Haha! Look at that! It’s me!”

•You laughed with him, just happy to see him so tickled by it. “I think I really captured you.” “I’d say so, kid! I’d say so…wow.” The amusement gave way to what you realized was…almost awe.

•“I look…strong. Proud.” “Yep.” “…I look good.” “Of course you do.” He nudged his helmet down a bit with his hand, chuckling to himself. From what little bit of his face you saw…was he blushing?

•Imitating him playfully—it was something you two tended to do, he found it cute—you joked, in your best impression of him, “‘Are you going soft on me, maggot??? You’re red as a tomato!’” “Noooo…oh, (Y/N), what am I gonna do with you?”

•He caught the side of your face softly and pecked you on the cheek. “But…really. Thank you, sweetheart. I think that’s my favorite thing you’ve ever made.”

Sniper

•Truthfully, Mick had never given a lot of thought to the arts before he’d met you. What really caught his eye was the amount of time you put into it.

•Sniper knew better than anyone that holding still, completely focused on your task, being all but absorbed in it…that was respectable.

•The fact that he could leave for work and come back to find you in the same spot? It was just very attractive to him.

•You stopped by to watch him sometimes, very discreetly, on less busy days, although he wouldn’t lie, it got him nervous. He trusted in his own skills plenty, but…you weren’t just anyone. He couldn’t have you getting hurt.

•So one day, as he finally wrapped up, he saw you, still hard at work. He didn’t want to interrupt you, but if it was time to go, he wanted to go. Giving you a light pat on the shoulder, he chuckled. “Almost done there, darlin? Quittin’ time.”

•“Just a bit more…there. Perfect. Check it out.” You held up what you’d been working on: a full sketch of him invested in his own work.

•It took him a moment to process what he was seeing, but once he did, he couldn’t help but be amazed. Slightly slack-jawed, he looked up at you, the faintest trace of a smile.

•“Never considered myself the modelin’ type, ‘specially not out here, but…wow. Ya really did it. And I look bloody good, too!” “Well duh!” “Oh, stop—” Oh, that got him. The Aussie was surprisingly easy to fluster once he’d fully grown comfortable, and you loved it.

•“Awww, are you blushing?” “Just a little…now c’mon.” Taking your hand, he helped you up, quickly hugging you around the shoulders, catching you somewhat off-guard.

•“But really. Great job there. Thanks…it’s an honor, ya know that? To be drawn by you?” “Gosh—” “Heh, now you’re the one goin’ all red.” “Oh, stop—”

Medic

•The good(?) doctor first learned of your artistic prowess when he caught you trying to draw the charts he had on his wall. “Ooh! Very impressive.”

•Medic could do a lot of things, but drawing wasn’t really one of them. He couldn’t resist watching you work, even though he knew it was a bit touchy.

•“Poetry in motion, Liebe. Really.” Simp. “Oh, come on—” “I mean it! You have such precision, such grace…it’s a sight to behold!”

•So of course, when you were working on something that you absolutely would not let him look at, he wanted to see even more.

•“I promise that whatever it is, I will find it as beautiful as you!” “It’s not that, silly—it’s supposed to be a surprise!” He seemed almost sulky about it…it was kind of cute, although you did feel a bit bad.

•Eventually though, it was done—him, with Archimedes on his shoulder. “Okay, honey, you can look now.”

•One hand comes up over his mouth, audibly gasping. “Is that…? It is!!! Haha!”

•You had never seen him this happy, and you couldn’t help but smile. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time, (Y/N)! Look at that…and Archimedes too!”

•Perhaps unsurprisingly, he brings the bird out to show him too. It’s hard to gauge the response from a dove, but the tranquil cooing seems to suggest that he enjoys it.

•The doctor catches you off-guard as he sweeps you into a kiss. “Oh…danke, Schatz (treasure). May I keep this?” “Of course~”

•Best believe this man is showing your art off to EVERYONE who he treats, going on and on about what an incredible artist and person you are.

Spy

•This guy is a man of culture, he can appreciate good art. And good artists, wink.

•But in all seriousness, your attention to detail was incredibly attractive to him. After you’d been together for a while, the two of you would sit in his smoking room and relax together once the work day was over.

•Sometimes he’d be off to the side just doing his own thing, reading, but other times he’d actually sit beside you and watch. There was an intimacy to it, one you took time to grow fully comfortable with, but he was patient.

•So when you were very secretive one night, it caught his attention. Nothing slipped past him—not even you. You sensed him behind you surprisingly quickly though, and quickly closed the project up.

•“Shy tonight, are we? So unlike you, mon bijou (my jewel)…” “Hehe…be patient, babe, it’s not done yet.”

•His arms wrapped around you from behind briefly…gosh, it was difficult to keep anything secret from this man. “Very well. Keep your secrets…for now.”

•But he respected that you didn’t want him to see it just yet, and so he waited.

•“…Okay, you can look now.” In an instant, he was behind you again. It was hard to even look up at the guy right now, but once you did…there was this sense of wonder in his face that you hadn’t seen before.

•It wasn’t often that Spy looked at himself unmasked for longer than a few seconds—he’d almost forgotten his own face by now. For spies, he reasoned, it was better that way. But the way you had captured every detail of him…

•“Oh, what a handsome devil…wonder who that could be…” Was he trying to brush off his own flustering? Maybe a little.

•You couldn’t help but giggle as he almost hurriedly sat down next to you, quickly drawing you in close as he continued to look. Almost entranced.

•That element of intimacy I mentioned before? It was his turn to feel it now. Not even in a physical way, which is what this Casanova is so used to.

•No, the fact that you had clearly just…looked at his face, so intently. There was something raw and vulnerable to it. And as much as he wanted to look at it even more, his eyes were magnetically drawn to you.

•“I wouldn’t have ever asked it of you, but…I always wondered what it would look like if you drew me. I…”

•Glancing back down, he found that he couldn’t even come up with anything to say. The act of love had rendered him speechless. YOU BROKE HIM OH MY GOSH/j

•“…Do you like it?” Before you could say anything else, you were swiftly kissed, and I mean kissed.

•Spy always looked at you with a sort of passion, but this was different. He had never felt so much love for someone. Felt like a young, hopeless romantic boy all over again.

•“I adore it…and most of all, I adore you, mon cœur (my heart).”

AAAAND IM DONE. WHEW. That was fun!

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, engineer, heavy, medic, sniper, and spy (i forgot demo i'm so sorry)

↳ warnings: bad translations, slight mentions of world war two and malpractice

↳ song: with a little help from my friends—joe cocker

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• He would be so smug about it

• Puffing his chest out and everything

• His friends in the past- and even family members -have teased him for mispronouncing words or speaking too fast, and it’s made him a bit self conscious about the way he talks. But after hearing that you find it endearing, its a giant ego boost for him

• “Yeah dat’s right! Who’s awesome? I’m awesome!” Scout smiles as he flexes his arms in your face, subjecting you to what he likes to call a surprise gun show. You pretend to hate it as you shove his arm away, but chuckle all the same

• He’s already gloated before that he already knew his accent was the best. Boston is the greatest place in the world after all! But hearing it from you really just sent him over the moon

• Makes a point to talk to you a lot more now; as if he didn’t already

• “Yo! Hey did you see that kill out there? I totally messed dat Spy up! One wrong step and pow! He’s dead meat!”

• “I saw Scout. I was covering your flank while you did it, remember?”

• “Yeah yeah, but I just thought you’d like ta hear about it again.”

𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫

• Didn’t consider himself to have an accent until you pointed him out

• Sure, he says the occasional y’all and ain’t, but not enough to qualify as a whole different way of speaking

• It wasn’t until he dropped a hammer on his foot and cursed that he understood what you’d meant

• “What in the sam hill! Sweet hell!” He’d exclaimed, startled. Once the throbbing in his leg had subsided, Engineer replayed his words in his head, making a slight o with his mouth as he realized you were probably right. To some extent at least

• He was a born and raised Texas boy, so it makes sense that the culture rubbed off

• Doesn’t understand at first that you find it nice. Maybe he thought you pointed it out just because you could? He’s a bit distracted when it comes to anything but machinery, so he misses context sometimes

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲

• Surprised that someone like you who can speak English fluently finds his mannerisms attractive

• Gets frustrated sometimes when he can’t remember certain words in English. Heavy is a very smart man, so it aggravates him when he looks illiterate in front of his team

• That’s why hearing that you like his mother tongue caught him by surprise

• “But you don’t know any Russian?” He’d rumbled out as a question. When you shook your head no, still sporting a smile, his eyebrows furrowed further

• “Nah. But I like hearing it when it comes from you. It sounds more natural. Like you’re more comfortable than normal, you know?”

• You’re technically right. When Heavy slips into Russian, often whilst talking to Sasha or simply forgetting that not everyone on the team know how to speak it, he is more comfortable in his words. They flow better, and he’s flattered that you’ve noticed

• One hundred percent offers to teach you Russian in his spare time. He finds it slightly adorable how you stumble over words in your broken translations, but always manages to softly correct you

• He’s a really good teacher

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Positively thrilled that you like his voice

• When you tell him for the first time, he goes into shock for a moment before breaking out into the biggest smile you’ve seen. Somehow its a perfect balance between excited and malicious

• “Do you hear zhat Archemedies? Mein freund here enjoys my accent!” He cooes at his bird, chuckling in a way that would make anyone’s insides squirm

• Once you look past Medic’s initially devious reaction, it’s very clear he enjoys knowing this

• If anything, the ex-doctor would have thought that you’d enjoy the more stereotypically romantic sounding languages. Spanish, Latin, etc

• German has always been considered harsh or scary sounding, and it turned a lot of people away from hiring him after the events of World War Two, which he understood. Still, Medic finds himself absolutely tickled that you are drawn to his accent

• Finds himself slipping more and more into German while doing checkups on you now. When he catches himself, he translates most of what’s he’s said back to you. But sometimes he’ll simply forget, and it leaves you wondering if he’s offered you a glass of water or the opportunity to swap your bladder out

• You sincerely hoped it was the former

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

• Oh my god you killed him

• Sniper is very reserved. Living in his camper, hunting his own game for dinner instead of joining the others, literally pissing in jars, etc etc

• Being a man of few words comes part and parcel with that; which normally works out just find because Scout talks enough for ten people

• Hasn’t said much to you before. He mostly communicates in head nods or slight tilts of his coffee mug in your direction. Maybe a few ‘good mornin’s’ tossed around, but nothing more than that

• “You know, you should talk more.” You’d said to him one day while pouring a fresh pot of tea you had just boiled into your own mug. He preferred black coffee himself, but whatever floats your boat

• “You voice.” You elaborated after a sip. You must have noticed his confused look as you carried on. “It’s nice. Can’t imagine that you don’t have gals throwing themselves at you all the time because of it.”

• Suddenly very grateful he wasn’t drinking any of his brew at the time, because what you said surely would have made him choked

• He, in fact, had had a few ladies approach him in town before saying something along the same lines. Even a few fellas. But nothing made him blanch this strongly like you had

• Excuses himself as he walks out of the room suddenly, tilting his hat down to cover his face no one can see the furious red tint forming

• Sniper leaves you in the communal kitchen. Holding a steaming cup of liquid and looking very confused

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• Already knew before you told him

• To anyone else, it would have been passible as just curiosity. But Spy’s job is to know things, and it is an undeniable fact that you found his voice attractive

• Doesn’t utilize this weapon often. You are not a weak willed person swayed by just a few words, so when he needs something he pulls out all the stops

• Of course, that doesn’t stop him from being impressed when you eventually admit your little not-so-secret-secret to him. And of your own free will. He didn’t have to pry it out of you, which was a feat on its own

• Much like Heavy, he extends the offer of teaching you how to learn his language. Now that he no longer has this knowledge as a bargaining chip, he might as well seize the opportunity to teach you a proper language

• Considers using electroshock therapy to condition you faster, but nixes it pretty quick

• Again, like Heavy, he finds it cute how horrible you are at French. More amused than anything, but he can appreciate the way you practice verbs in your free time even when he isn’t leaning over your shoulder

• That you know of, that is

• Praises you often in french, letting excited phrases slip when you nail a particularly hard set of words

• “Merveilleux ! Tu t’améliores beaucoup, ma petite. Encore une fois.”

• While you don’t understand the full extent to his words, you smile and continue on, eventually realizing what he had said later in a fit of embarrassment

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