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TF2 Drabbles: RED Engie/BLU Spy - I Want To
Summary: It would be nice for someone on RED to strike up an awkward friendship with the Spy head. Shippy or not, I think it'd be a good(?) time. The man is miserable let him have something.
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Finding out why the BLU Spy was missing from the battlefield had been an accident. Engie had just happened to wonder in at the right time to catch Medic in a rush to put something back in his fridge that he clearly didn’t want Engie to see. Engie was more than smart enough to pretend he hadn’t noticed anything, coming back later to check.
His first instinct had been to put a stop to the experiment. But getting on Medic’s bad side was unwise. And after how long he’d been missing for he likely was marked as permanently dead or AWOL, either of which might have gotten him removed from BLU Respawn’s data base. Engie couldn’t exactly waltz over there and check or do anything to fix that should it be a thing while the whole rest of the BLU team was present. So he bided his time.
He did what he could to make Spy’s life more bearable; taking him out of the fridge to talk to him and give him cigarettes. It probably didn’t help as much as he would’ve liked given that he could only come in when Medic was away, so mostly at night. But he finally had stopped asking Engie to kill him so perhaps they were getting somewhere… or he had just given up.
Either way Engie was glad not to hear a request for death upon opening the fridge. Instead Spy said a halfhearted, “Howdy,” in imitation of him. He looked about as tired as one would expect. Hopefully soon though that would change.
“Howdy,” Engie returned with as much cheer as he could muster as he reached in to grasp the device at the base of his neck that kept him alive. Pulling him out he placed him on the nearby table. It’d be nice to bring him back to the workshop but he only dared do so when Medic was all the way away from the base which he currently wasn’t.
Engie pulled out his pack of cigarettes. After putting one in Spy’s mouth he lit it before pulling one out for himself. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore, the fancy expensive ones were indeed much better than the kind he used to buy before Spy had started insisting he get better ones.
As they smoked Engie caught him up on the goings on of RED and what he knew of BLU. Such had become their routine and thus there wasn’t much new to report so he added in what he’d read in the Tuefort Times he’d read a couple days ago too. Not that that was very interesting but it certainly had to be better than the inside of Medic’s fridge.
Eventually their cigarettes burnt to nubs. Engie snuffed them out in the ash tray he’d brought. Always he was careful to never leave any trace of himself behind. When he was done he looked back up at Spy. “So, the holidays are coming up soon. Meaning both teams will be getting off soon to head home. Medic say what his plans are for ya?” Another reason Engie couldn’t easily do anything about the situation was because Spy’s device needed to be routinely refilled with whatever liquid ran it or he’d die.
“He’s hooking me up to a new device of his that’s supposed to not need refilling as often. I suspect I’ll die.”
“He’s leaving you here?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect.” Exactly what Engie had been hoping for.
“Yes, wonderful. I’ll die alone in a fridge when the healing beam inevitably fails or runs out of juice halfway through the holiday season. Perhaps if I’m really lucky, I’ll last until Christmas. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Engie wasn’t always the best at picking up on sarcasm but that certainly had to be what Spy’s tone was dripping with. And who could blame him? Not wanting him to get his hopes up too high if Engie couldn’t deliver anything, he hadn’t told him any of his ideas for solving this dilemma. Now was probably a good time to.
“Nah, if he’s gone and the rest of your team’s gone, I can head over to your base to try to make make sure you’re still registered in Respawn or put you back in if you’ve been booted from it for being gone so long, and that you’ll come back whole if you are. Or if I ensure of that, I’ve been…”
“I never considered I might not Respawn,” Spy interrupted. “I just assumed you weren’t killing me because you didn’t wish to anger Medic.”
“Well that too but mostly the former. I can handle Medic if I gotta. But anyway if I can’t be sure Respawn’ll grab you, I’ve been working on a robot body to attach your head too. I need to be able to bring it in for some tests and I’ll have to figure out what the device keeping you alive runs on and figure out how to replicate it. Which I’ve also already begun work on.”
“Why are you suddenly going to so much trouble for me?”
“‘Cause I want to.” Engie never would’ve thought he’d go through so much trouble for someone technically his enemy either but he wasn’t going to tolerate this. Science was wonderful and he’d go to great lengths for it, including hurting and killing folk, but there came a point where it wasn’t for science anymore but just to be cruel. Medic had crossed that line here and so something needed to be done about it.
And once the possible ideas on what he could do about it had started occurring to Engie, he’d been too enamored with them to let them go. When looking at BLU Respawn he’d get to learn more about it without risking his own death safety net. Figuring out how to build a robot body was just a plain cool. And the healing juice no doubt had some interesting potential as well. Like he could add it to his dispenser so it could heal as well as give ammo.
Thus there was a lot in this for him as well but yes, his primary motivator was Spy. Somehow during these clandestine meetings he’d grown to enjoy his company. Whether that would remain to be the case once Spy had a body back remained to be seen. But right now Engie was determined to get them there, hopefully indeed over the holiday break.
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Hi! Im not sure if you are still doing fanfic requests but if so could I request some cuddly medicPyro? Thank you !
TF2 Drabbles: Cuddles
With how disorganized the lab always was Medic had certainly lost his personal coffee machine within it a few times before. But he was growing increasingly certain it somehow just wasn’t here this time. Had he taken it out at some point and forgotten to return it? He didn’t think so but it was late enough and he was tired enough that he could no longer be entirely certain.
Regardless, if he wanted to finish his experiments with making a new kind of medi-gun tonight he needed some coffee before the urge to lie down on the floor for a nap won. And if his personal coffee maker was missing that meant he had no choice but to use the one in the common room. Not a long walk thankfully but still inconvenient and the whole reason why he’d gotten one solely for his lab to begin with. With a sigh, he collected his woefully empty mug from where he’d left it on his desk while he’d searched in vain before exiting the lab.
“Hi, Medic.”
Not quite all the way through the door yet, Medic froze. He turned his head to look at… Pyro, standing to the side of the hall wearing nothing but the loose-fitting pink night gown and matching bunny slippers that Medic had gotten him as a gift not long ago. It was the middle of the night so no one was likely to be around to see him without his fireproof suit on but it was still a pretty huge step for him to be out and about without it.
Medic took a breath to say something about that and of how proud he was of Pyro for it but froze once more as his gaze found what Pyro was carrying. A coffee machine with a medic symbol drawn on its top part in red marker, put there so everyone would know it belonged in Medic’s lab. “So that’s where that went.”
Pyro nodded. “I borrowed it earlier so you couldn’t drink any coffee tonight. But I didn’t want you to think I stole it so I kept it with me to give back when you came out of your lab. Which took longer than I thought it would. I didn’t want to interrupt you because I didn’t want to mess up your experiment like I did last time.” Even if Medic had long since gotten used to deciphering Pyro’s words through the mask, it was still much easier to understand him without it.
“Nah, you are always welcome in my lab. I had thought I’d assured you of that before but I guess not. It was not a big deal.”
“Hmm… After you put this back you should come to bed with me.”
“I can’t. I’m nearly done with that new medi-gun I told you about earlier. I already have another solution ready to try and then formulas written out for a few more after that. I am close to figuring it, I can feel it. I just need some coffee and a few more hours.” He reached for the coffee machine, eager to get started again.
Pyro pulled it way, hugging it to his chest as he turned his body away as if to protect it. “Nuh-uh. Not sleeping is bad.”
“Well yes but this is…” Medic trailed off because as important as it was, Pyro was right. Sleep was important too. This wasn’t an emergency or an urgent need. The standard medi-gun and quick-fix were already more than adequate for almost every circumstance, he just wanted something for a few niche situations. And thus, it could wait a few more hours or even days if need be. “Very well. You win. I’ll finish it tomorrow.”
Pyro relaxed and immediately handed the coffee machine over without further argument so he could do a little satisfied clap. Medic took it and turned back around to put it in its rightful spot in the lab – though it was bound to get moved at some point, he’d never been great at keeping things in their supposed rightful places. After locking up, he fell in step with Pyro as they started down the hall.
By the time they were entering into Pyro’s room, Medic’s exhaustion had caught up with him again. He barely had the energy to slip off his boots and coat before flopping into bed. After turning off the light, Pyro climbed in after him not close yet though.
“Cuddles?” he asked in a whisper.
Medic hummed a positive and shifted to allow Pyro to snuggle close. This was certainly much better than sleeping alone or continuing to work in the lab all night. Why would he ever want anything other than this?
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₊˚⊹ One shots ( ♡₊˚ = personal favorites)
⋆Big Slugger (Yandere Scout)
Content warnings: yandere, gunplay (obvi), blowjob, bloodplay (?), humiliation, noncon
⋆Nocturnal Intrusion (Dark Junkrat)
noncon, degradation, humiliation, rough play, break-in
⋆A Wrench to Grind (Dark Engineer) ♡₊˚
Noncon, mating press, misogyny (AFAB Reader), slapping, choking, rough, bad ending, Engie straight up uses reader's mouth as an ashtray...
⋆Call Me Little Faulein (Yandere Medic)
Praise kink, voice kink, sensory deprivation, abuse of power, oral (female receiving), misuse of medical equipment
⋆Laid to Rest (Yandere Spy) ♡₊˚
hurt/comfort, yandere, forced intimacy, depression, unhealthy relationship dynamics, angst
⋆Big Slugger Pt. II (Yandere Scout)
dubcon, alcohol, yandere, forced relationship gunplay, humiliation
⋆Cruelest (Classic Heavy) ♡₊˚
Dubcon, abuse of power, oral (male and female receiving), size kink, shaming, edging, BAD ENDING, rough
⋆Nuthin' Personal (Dark Engie, Dark Sniper and Heavy) ♡₊˚
noncon, three way, Dark!Characterization, humiliation, AFAB reader, oral (male receiving), choking, knives, blood, punishment, double penetration, spit, groping, jarate used for SPITE, bad ending
⋆S'nowhere to Go (Yandere Heavy)
hurt/comfort, forced intimacy, dubcon, yandere, canon divergence, thigh ridding, unhealthy relationship, handjob
⋆John 1:9 (Dark Medic) ♡₊˚
Heirophilia, priest kink, guilt tripping, BLASPHEMY, yandere, mind break, blood, needles (Or whatever the hell you want to call the vita saw), abuse of power, handjob
⋆Safe and Sound (Yandere Spy)
yandere, mind break, Stockholm Syndrome, servant/master dynamics, denial/edging, sexual massage, possessive behavior
⋆Look Ma No Hands! (Yandere Scout)
afab reader, dubcon, forced intimacy, oral (female receiving, scout is kinda weird about feet for a moment i guess?, biting, kidnapping, yandere, toxic relationship
⋆Fingertips (Dark Medic) ♡₊˚
Dark!Medic, HARD noncon, forced intimacy/orgasm, AFAB reader/ female gendered terms, misogyny kink, corruption, toxic relationship dynamic, possessive behavior, rough, virgin breaking, medical misogyny (and slight infantilization)
⋆Keep your Friends Close (Soft-yandere Heavy and Medic) ♡₊˚
AFAB reader, smut, three way, oral (female receiving), first time, size difference, slight intoxication, dubcon (nothing too intense, but for the sake of intoxication/slight coercion), heavymedic sandwich.
⋆French Invasion Tactics (Yandere Spy) ♡₊˚
dubcon/coercion, Touch starved reader, yandere, hand kink, manipulation, possessive behavior, outdoor sex (graveyard sex), fingering, heresy/blasphemy, slightly rough, toxic relationship, AFAB reader, bad ending/angst
⋆Birthday Cake (Yandere Engineer) ♡₊˚
MAJOR daddy kink, dub-con, spanking, aphrodisiacs, yandere, toxic relationship, forced intimacy, fingering, possessiveness
⋆Poacher's Pride (Yandere Sniper)
Dub-con, exophilia, mild terato, Dark!Sniper, werewolf, breeding kink, angst-y ending, stalking, yandere, possessive behavior, mates, size difference, forced cuddling/intimacy
⋆Night Light (Yandere Medic)
yandere, possessive behavior, mind break, hurt/comfort, toxic relationship, implied NSFW, kidnapping, touch starved reader, cuddles, reader is gender neutral, implied dehumanization/slight infantilization
⋆Heaven Waits (Yandere Medic) ♡₊˚
Slight spoilers for Emesis Blue, Sad Medic, asphyxiation, sexual massage/hand bathing, gender neutral reader, yandere, oral (male receiving), angst/bad ending, religious themes, death
⋆Puppy Eyes (Yandere Scout) ♡₊˚
dubcon, breeding kink, yandere, tetro (mild), full moon horniness, mating press, AFAB reader, exophilia, fingering, dirty talk, abandonment issues/daddy issues scout, scout drinks reader's sweat? if that's anything?
⋆Hunting Party (Dark Demo and Dark Soldier)
Noncon, death threats, stalking, blades, guns/getting shot, Dark! Characterization, outdoor sex, double penetration, rough, AFAB reader/female terms used, fearplay, primal play, blood, depersonalization, boot licking, bukkake, threeway
⋆The Bunny under the Bridge (Yandere Scout)
Dark! Characterization (nothing too heavy, but still, definitely there), dubcon, light humiliation, coercion, hazing, AFAB reader, bargaining, reader is naïve, oral (male recieving)
⋆Unspoken Alliances *TEASER* (Yandere Spy)
⋆Back stabbers (Classic Heavy)
yandere, AFAB reader/female terms of affection used (good girl/my girl), abuse of power, dubcon, boss x employee dynamic, TOXIC RELATIONSIHP, possessiveness, rough, degradation, toxic masculinity/sexist cheavy big time, technically hurt/comfort but more accurately hurt/hurt the other person, arguing but it's basically foreplay
⋆The Chateau (Dark Vampire Engie and SpY) ♡₊˚
dubcon, Dark! characterization, corruption kink, sexual venom, three-way, hostage situation, coercion, blood drinking, degradation, implied bad ending, AFAB reader/female pronouns and terms used, reader is a masochist, Spy is a massive jerk and bullies Engie and reader
₊˚⊹ Headcanons
Yandere Medic Caretaker Headcanons
Yandere Scout NSFW Alphabet
⋆The Huntress, The Mastermind and The Oni x Altruistic survivor
Deathslinger, Wraith, Doctor x Altruistic survivor
���Yandere Spy NSFW Alphabet
Yandere Engineer NSFW Alphabet
Yandere Sniper NSFW Alphabet
Heavy Yandere Alphabet
⋆Medic Yandere Alphabet
Yandere Mercs Love Languages
Yandere Mercs most to least likely to babytrap their s/o
Medic, Spy and Sniper with a captive developing Stockholm Syndrome
The Clown, Shape, Mastermind and Artist with Somnophilia
Yandere Engineer and Medic with a captive who managed to escape
Yandere Scout CNC headcanons
Scout, Demo, Engineer and Soldier getting NSFW call spammed by their s/o
Vampire Heavy, Demo, Medic, Engineer vampire AU headcanons
Scout, Sniper, Spy Vampire AU Headcanons
Yandere Medic NSFW Alphabet
Yandere Heavy being lead on by Reader
Yandere monster mash demo, scout and spy meeting their s/o
yandere mercs with an oblivious love interest
Yandere Medic, Spy and Sniper with a masochist s/o who likes danger
₊˚⊹ Miscellaneous/Drabbles
GREAT WALL OF HUSBANDOS TEIR LIST 2.0 (INTERACTIVE)
GREAT WALL OF WAIFUS TIER LIST 2.0 (INTERACTIVE)
DBH Characters Ranked Best to Worst Huggers
Engie Thirst Post
A Wrench to Grind Mini Drabble
On Writing Medic and Engie
On the "let's make a deal/dark gamble" trope
Yandere Spy Drabble
cnc horny ramble
TF2 Monster Mash AU
Tucking you into bed
Fluffy Sniper Drabble
My Little Sparkle Jump rope queen
Live Blogging Emesis Blue
Ranking the mercs hottest to least
Traveling Priest Engie Drabble (A character which I BLATANTLY stole from my writer's envy and heart's beloved @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered)
Emesis Blue drabble
Administrator Drabble (CURSED)
Birthday Cake Drabble (the fic)
Happy Father's Day Everyone
Fandom PSA
TF2 if they were on survivor
TF2 Star Sign Headcanons
still genuinely curious about this one
emesis blue speculation w/@fatgumsurpremacy-remastered !!!!!!!!
(poll) which of the mercs mothers is most likely to have kept their baby clothes
i need to protect him......
Why some characters are tagged Dark vs Yandere
(poll) if you were a blu captive who from the red team do you wish is gonna torture and hold you as prisoner
Mercs least to most fun to go shoplifting with
(poll) Who is most turned on listening to you whimpering
mercs i wanna smash watching the sunday morning cartoons
CaraTour Assignment
jumpscare
who is the hottest when they're mad (poll)
merc's body appreciation post
Spy thirst
Engie thirst
Classic Heavy Drabble
hits the mercs with a big scary gun that turns them british
TF2 Character food pref.s post
top kinks and a case for the underated kink of "marriage play/playing wedding night"
yandere red spy hiving complicated feelings for the blue scout reader
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hi!! how do you think each merc would react if they got stuck on an elevator? maybe reader could be there too and started panicking, how would they deal with it? ^^
ANON I LOVE THIS. this is such a fun prompt im obsessed. sorry this took literally months . college is hard
scout
- he's immediately mad. kicking the wall and repeatedly pushing buttons
- ends up pacing and freaking anyone else in the elevator out
- when he starts yelling for help it's over
- if you start panicking it'll just make him panic because he doesn't know what to do to help you, he just gets louder
soldier
- slamming on the doors with his entire body weight. does NOT realize the doors will open to an elevator shaft and not a safe floor
- SCREAMING for help. he's not panicked really just very impatient. it's very un-american to get trapped in an elevator.
- if he's in there too long he'll wear himself out and sit on the floor and pout for a while. sad sad puppy dog man
- if you're freaking out he'll just yell in your face which will not help but he is yelling reassuring things. he just has zero volume control.
pyro
- definitely just saying what the hell over and over again. not yelling just muttering to themself and being mostly unintelligible
- kicks the door a little bit but doesn't get overly violent
- mostly just dismayed at the situation. will sit down and fiddle with whatever they have on them, tinker with whatever weapons anyone has. patient
- will sit there in silence with you and help you breathe deep if you're panicking. mutters kind things which you can't understand but he's trying
engineer
- pops open the panel immediately and starts fiddling with wires and trying to fix it himself. not at all worried that he might break it worse
- throws stuff if he can't get it working again. very much with the dangits and dammits and dagnabbits
- starts yelling for help but gets bored of it pretty quick and just huffs and puffs
- if you're freaked out he'll calm himself down though. he'd hate to be part of the reason you're freaking out
demo
- he doesn't even notice at first. he's just drinking and smiling.
- once he realizes it's been a loooong time in the elevator. he'll sort of just poke at some buttons, kick at the door a little bit. surprisingly nonchalant about it
- if he's drunk enough he'll start to prepare to blow the door open you gotta make him not do that. because it would most certainly not help
- if you're freaking out he'll stare at you for a while before he even says anything because he doesn't know what would help. he isn't helpful at all
heavy
- so normal about. he is chilling. if someone else has an idea that requires brute force he will contribute but won't initiate it himself he's perfectly content to just wait it out
- i like to think he brings a little paperback with him all the time and he will just sit down and read
- might even fall asleep. his snoring would make anyone else in the elevator want to die though
- probably the best person to have with you if you're freaking out he can provide anything you need. need to be grounded? bone crushing hug. need reassuring words? might be a little broken in english but he's got em.
medic
- gone into hysterics i think. especially if there are more than three people in the elevator he needs out right now
- snaps at anyone that tries to get him to help with anything he's like. sitting in the corner rocking back and forth
- he's literally completely 100% normal the second you get out it's like nothing happened
- he's not helping you if you're freaking out unless staring at you menacingly is helping
sniper
- doesn't care literally whatsoever he's used to being in enclosed spaces for hours at a time
- you better believe he's pissing in jars if he has them.
- will help with the Escape Plan if he deems it smart enough
- if you're freaking out he'll just sit there but he thinks it's helping
spy
- soooooo frustrated there are much better things he'd rather be doing than being trapped with You People
- filling the elevator with cigarette smoke much to the chagrin of everyone in it. he does not care whatsoever
- gets bored quickly and will sit and flip his knife endlessly while still chainsmoking
- if you're freaking out he'll probably just say something he thinks is kind but just makes you feel worse
#doe's drabbles (request)#doe's drabbles (headcanons)#tf2#tf2 engineer#tf2 medic#tf2 scout#tf2 demoman#tf2 heavy#tf2 pyro#tf2 spy#tf2 sniper#tf2 soldier#tf2 headcanons#tf2 mercs#anon
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Ahem. Since my last request was a fumble, could I ask for a more platonic x reader where the reader is in their mid teens? They are pretty good at fighting, and almost never complain under any circumstances, but one day they come down with an illness that was worse than any other sickness they had ever had before. They try to tough it out, but end up breaking down in an isolated corner because they can’t take it anymore. Idk, after that I was just hoping for a Medic-centric comfort story.
Medic, Engineer, Sniper x Sick! Teen! Reader
Wc: 0.7k
A/N: No worries my guy!! Thank you for requesting!! I changed a few things up a bit and chose a few characters, I hope that cool- and I hope this isn't too short! I think I might start doing shorter fics from now on
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Your head throbbed and pounded as your clothes became more drenched with sweat by the minute. But you had to live up to their expectations, you had to continue making them proud. You heaved as you dragged one foot in front of the other, doing your best to drag your compound bow to the respawn room after cleaning it the night before, preparing for today’s battle. You had woken up like this- pain filling every inch of your body and barely able to walk on your own without the aid of the walls surrounding you.
You had managed to make it just barely into the game room before immediately collapsing to the cold, hard floor. The last thing you heard was a few shouts and hurried footsteps, along with the sound of your bow clattering to the floor.
You woke up in the lab’s bed, drenched even more. You felt somebody wiping a stray hair that was sticking to your forehead away, then it went to check your temperature. The action was cut short when they noticed your eyes flutter open, quickly beginning to ask you lots of questions. Your eyes darted and your brows furrowed as you tried to make sense of his words that seemed to mesh together. The lights being so bright and everything seeming so loud wasn’t helping. Medic quickly took note and did everything in his power to ease any pain or annoyances. He dimmed the lights, and only allowed two mercs to stay in the waiting area. You felt a nice cold, wet cloth on your forehead, calming you immediately. He spoke with a much softer tone, asking you questions slowly. He was still a bit panicked- this had never happened to you before.
You had been with the mercs nearly a year now, replacing Scout as the youngest. Despite him being pissy at first, you were now closer than ever with a sibling-like dynamic. It was nice being the teen of the group, almost feeling like you had nine scary dads protecting you; but it also had its downsides, mostly stemming from the fact that you’re still all cold-blooded killers. Which meant the expectation was that you could do great in battle, or so you assumed. You placed all these high bards for yourself, always wanting to make the mercs proud. Some were harder to please than others, such as Spy compared to Pyro who would often clap and grow excited at any little thing you managed. Soldier was the hardest on you out of them all, seeing that you had lots of potential at such a young age. There’s a reason you’re here. Medic and Engineer often had to remind him that you were still a teen.
You did your best to never complain, even when you felt like you were too exhausted to keep doing pushups or run around the base for the 100th time. You had placed the expectation that you had to keep up with the grown men on your shoulders, and you’d gotten used to it.
“Did something happen?”
You tried to speak, but your voice was caught in your throat. It burned. You lightly shook your head, and it felt like it was spinning.
Medic’s brows knit with worry as he studied you, deciding to allow the two other mercs in for support in aiding you. Even just for moral support for yourself. With the sweetest Texan accent, one of them spoke;
“Awh, Honeybee, ya shoulda told us ya weren’t feelin’ well, sugar.”
The other one nodded and he adjusted his sunnies, continuing to wipe a clothe over your prized bow. He knew you did your best to take great care of it, so he opted to do it himself.
“Mhmm. Worried ‘bout ya, Roo.”
Engie listened to Medic’s every word- from getting you water to removing or adding a blanket, while Sniper- despite not being a big fan of physical contact, allowed himself to hold your hand in his with a very loose grip, running his thumb soothingly over the back of your hand. He rarely whispered small nothings to you, reassuring you.
“You're gonna be okay, bunny. You’ll be okay. We’re here for ya.”
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Mar. 6. 24
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me reading this comment: *quiet gasp* what if?
#my art#team fortress 2#tf2#fanart#tf2 scout#tf2 sniper#speeding bullet#sniperscout#sniper: ???#if you come into my comments talking about the anatomy you’re racist /hj#adhd 4 autism mlm hee hee#ask me about my hcs for them please I’m so not normal about them#also thank you for the comments <3 they make my whole lil disabled life#partly inspired by a silly lil scene playing around in my head from a drabble I wrote a while back#posts this in the middle of the night and crashes as usual
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thinking about demoman and engie and commiserating.
They're in Dell's workshop, after hours. The door remains cracked, letting the cool air from the dark hallways filter out the remaining heat from the days work. The overhead lights are off, alongside the fan, blanketing the two in silence as they sit over the workbench's warm desk light.
Tavish drinks scrumpy. The taste is bitter to Dell, uninviting, favouring the Colt 45 he cradles in his hand. He observes the Scott, who fiddles with a screwdriver, rambling on about God knows what. Dell tuned out a while ago, focused on the way the light shines across his radiant smile, how hair has begun to slip out from his beanie. Dell, chin in hand, tips his head sideways, interrupts,
"Y'always a demo?"
Tavis breaks his running monologue to blink at Dell, owlishly.
"In what meanin'?" Trepidation.
"Yer pa, he a demo too?" Tavish leans back, dipping his drink as he considers the man before him.
"Aye, and his father before him."
Silence sweeps the room. Demo tightens his grip on the bottle.
"Was sent away young, some orphanage a town'r so o'er. Me ma din' take me back 'till I lost me eye. 'Till I found a passion for demolition, she said."
Dell feels the weight of his father's hand upon his shoulder. His father was a kind man, true Texan, but his grip was bruising outside of the church yard. Even before he could read he had a toolbox in his arms, stood by his father on shaky legs, one wrong tool away from a beating.
He'd tried to run away, once, nine years old with a change of clothes on a stick. Picked up by the neighbors and dropped right back off at his own doorstep. Wrench in one hand, the other rubbing the bruises away from his temple. He would always be The Engineer.
"I right hated her, I did." Tavish continues after a pregnant pause. "I din't want ta be a demoman. was playing with firecrackers. Bloody firecrackers."
He shakes his head.
"Wus destined fer it, I reckon. No escaping fate, Dell."
He sounds resigned, unhappy. Dell really looks at him. Takes in the rough, scarred hands that steadily grip the bottle. The stray scarring that pokes past the eyepatch, mix in with the exhaustion carved into his features.
"you 'an I, we're not too different." Dell says after a moment. He finishes his can and promptly cracks open a new one, tugging the goggles off his head and rubbing at the lines they leave behind.
"Aye," he responds. They never did have a choice.
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KEEP COOKING if you do those darker scenarios i think sniper has the most appeal with how he’s already so good at juggling scary and chill
YESSSS IM BEING ENABLED
god bless you anon because im in the trenches for sniper too so this is EVERYTHING (my fig of him is watching over me as i type this--)
ill just drop some general hcs and ideas going from mild to more suggestive/darker as theygo on so bear with me
*revvs up the deep fryer*
obviously, if your one job and talent is to be a ruthless assassin and you are surrounded by eight (8) other deranged men, you'd probably end up a little off your rocker, too...especially when it came to the aspect of women, dating, and sex in general. EVEN more so, being cooped up all alone in a shooting blind almost all hours and in his camper, this would make him one of the scarier types--the detached yet depraved (honestly and deprived too) type. it's an interesting dichotomy, being that he's so intimidating, aloof, and in general jaded to the violence or gravity of his own thoughts/actions/desires, yet in practice while acting on those impulses, he loses his edge--fumbling with your exposed body while in restraints, like an inexperienced teenager.
you wonder to yourself, "why on earth would a sniper wish to interrogate me? they spend their time in the backlines, what would motivate one to do this?" and ill tell ya what, my dear reader, the fact that such a beautiful specimen such as yourself has been tied up, scared, and basically left free for the taking, he uses his cool demeanor to convince the other mercs why his interrogation tactics will fruit the most effective results.
interrogation starts off the opposite from what you'd expect--he's calmly asking your name, age, what you were doing the day you were brought to the base, as if trying to establish a false sense of security. your survival instincts and critical thinking lead you to believe so, and are hesitant to give in. but damn, if it's not the way he looks at you, half-lidded through tinted shades, it's that alluring voice, its charming Aussie accent like music to your ears--you slowly let your guard down--and that's when the hunter goes in for his prey.
don't expect him to be gentle, either. carelessly using his machete to cut your bindings off when he simply can't bear to limit his access to your body any longer, while lacerating your delicate skin in the process. he might even accidentally smear your own blood around and paint your skin as he grips you-- letting one hand roam freely as the other holds the now blood-stained machete to your skin, as if daring you to scream for help or even protest. what happens next is between you and Mundy, and from now own, he's got himself his own little toy to keep him entertained between headshots up in the nest.
(BTW IF YOU WANT A FULL BLOWN FIC I WILL TOTALLY WORK ON A SERIES WITH EACH CHAPTER BEING INTERROGATION WITH EACH MERC....)
#idek how to tag this one#drabble#?#tf2 x reader#dark themes#tf2 sniper#tf2 sniper x reader#team fortress 2#team fortress 2 x reader#mick mundy
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Random sniperspy drabble i wrote wouaah
Spy was… well. He was a solitary person at heart. Secretive, reticent, unforthcoming. All of those and more. If you've talked to Spy, at least the real Spy, you would also learn he was quite bad at talking.
When it came to being other people, he could regurgitate the things that his victims wanted to hear. He could seduce any man or woman he needed to. Spy could talk to people just fine if it were someone else talking out of his body. But when his normal-brain took over… it was a mess.
Spy, more or less, was a bit of a mess.
That was fine. No one knew who Spy even was, no one would see that mess. It was all under the guise of a refined gentleman, an egotistical womanizing Frenchman, a perfect man. Life goes on, and Spy never lets a soul get close. In fact, he was sitting alone in his smoking room today. As far away as he could get from his coworkers. As far away as he could get from speaking. From being himself.
He wasn't much of a person anyways. He was more like… a marionette doll. A puppet. A blank slate, a faceless doll to project anything onto- it came free with his job. He opened his disguise kit, lighting a cigarette. He needed one if he really wanted to go down this train of thought. Closing his eyes, Spy retreated into his mind. Into that maze of thoughts, a limbo of emotions.
All his disguises, a museum of names and faces flashed behind his eyes. From Jacques to Roman to Elle, men and women he's pretended to be, all false, were like paintings upon a wall in which he based who he was off of. Spy didn't even have a name, at least anymore. He was just a Spy. It was sad in a sense, despite all these people that would fall to his feet in an instant, none of them knew Spy. The museum of Spy was crowded and flooded by infinite faces and identities. Entire lives liven, only to be abandoned and never touched. He felt sick, trying to erase those identities from his mind. As if the world itself was spiting him with images of ex lovers and ex identities. families and -
Memories this time flashed behind his eyes. Instead of portrait paintings, they were scenes. Scenes of things he's done with people who swore up and down that they knew him. Dancing with an ex lover he was to assassinate a month later. Singing to a child he was temporarily the step-father of, only to walk out. Playing baseball with Scout of all people, only for him to leave a few weeks later. It was sickening, those memories that he worked so hard to hide and forget yet always tipped over the metaphorical cup of secrets he hid.
All these paintings, faces, memories, people who he loved, people who he killed, surrounded the identity known as Spy, and yet, no matter how hard he tried, he would never be kno-
His spiral of thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Hey Spook." Ah, the bushman. Silence fell between them for a second before Sniper spoke up. "Are you up for tonight?"
Ah, tonight. Spy completely forgot about their little agreement, one of physical matters. His mind was far too deep to be up for anything, pun intended. "No."
He heard a slight chuckle. "Aight. Ain't no problem. You doin' okay?"
It was Spy's turn to chuckle. "No."
"Do you wanna talk?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
Spy snorted. "Just because we fuck doesn't mean that you're obligated to my feelings, bushman." That cold exterior responded, the voice he heard a stranger to Spy.
"I was just offerin', like a good person would." Sniper retorted, most likely offended as just yesterday they shared a meal together while talking about Sniper's life. That was too close. Too romantic. Spy needed to distance himself or he'd hurt Sniper.
A few more seconds of silence.
"Damn, spook. Goodnight then."
"Night, Sniper."
How deeply Spy wanted to connect, how he wanted to tell Sniper his life. His faces. His memories. Who he was, who he is. And yet, how unable he's to share anything about himself. He would not let the Sniper's portrait hang on the wall of failed ex lovers.
Looking at the mirror across the room, Spy wanted to vomit. That pale imitation of a person staring back made him want to hurl, yet all he did was smoke more.
[Epilogue:
"My apologies for snapping at you last night. I had a rough day."
"It's fine." Sniper lied. Spy could tell it was very much not fine.
"Let me make it up to you?"
"Okay."
"Okay.
They were fine. They'd be fine.]
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i love the blu team because they dont have much content meaning i can make headcanons for them lol
#tf2#tf2 fanart#tf2 spy#tf2 sniper#ok so before i say the heascanon id like to clarify that yes#this is sniperspy lol and yes they are in the blu team ok anyways#my headcanon is that spy has a HUGE sweet tooth that only sniper knows about and i wrote this oneshot where#they go on a contract together and spy finds a bakery and sniper buys him food lol#get yourself a partner who will buy you desserts in the middle of doing a deadly contract#ALMOST FORGOT TO TAG THE SHIP WOW#sniperspy#i should tag ships more sorry#tbh it was more of a drabble than a oneshot i think but idk!#ray does the art thing
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y/n: pyro you're so hot
pyro: *muffled giggles ensue*
y/n: no actually, you must be melting under that suit
pyro:
y/n: scouts passed out from heat exhaustion because you turned off all the fans and broke the ac last tuesday
pyro: :)
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TF2 Drabbles: Sniper & Pyro - Monsters
Summary: The funniest version of a monster au would be Pyro being the token human. Everyone else is secretly hiding that they're whatever they are and has zero suspicion (minus the obvious exception of Spy towards Scout, probably) about anyone but Pyro being nonhuman. Pyro? There's a damn betting pool about what they actually are. Not a cent put in towards being human, that's for sure
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One by one, after years of living together in close proximity, their secrets had gotten out; none of them were quite as human as they’d pretended to be upon joining the team. Medic was a vampire. Heavy a yeti, stricken nearly hairless – by yeti standards anyway as he was still quite hairy for a human– by a genetic defect. Sniper a werewolf. Demo a selkie who liked alcohol and explosives more than the sea. Soldier a wizard’s magical familiar gone feral. Engie a sentient robot who’d built himself a body that appeared human in order to escape the facility he’d been created in. Spy a cecaelia, making Scout half cecaelia – though he didn’t know it yet – as well as half siren. Which left only Pyro as a mystery.
“There’s no way Pyro’s human, right?” Scout brought up when a handful of them were playing cards the day after Engie’s secret had gotten out. “I mean the rest of us aren’t so there’s no way he is.”
“I’m human… sort of.” Sniper was born a werewolf so unlike those who were inflicted with the curse through a bite, he was somewhat wolf-like all the time. But that still made him more human than some of the people at this table.
“Nah, that don’t count,” Demo said. “None of us are human so Pyro almost certainly ain’t either. He’s probably just the suit.”
“He’s for sure like a ghost or something haunting the suit,” Scout said. “Which is why he’s so spooky. Or maybe his soul was tied to it against his will.”
“Could be but I’m betting the suit’s just enchanted or cursed, or something and became sentient ‘cause of it.”
“He could be a slime monster.” Sniper had met a slime monster once long ago. “That way he’d fit perfectly in the suit and it protects from fire which slime monsters are vulnerable to.”
“Or he could be a shape shifting monster in the shape of a suit,” Medic cut in, drawing Sniper’s attention to the fact that he’d entered the common room.
Heavy was with him, adding, “Could be a demon. Demons like fire, right?”
From there it wasn’t long before a proper betting pool started, managed by Engie. Everyone had their own idea what Pyro could be and with money on the line, they all wanted to know for sure.
Asking was a bit rude but several did so anyway. Pyro always gave the same answer; he was entirely human, he just had a thing about wearing the suit. Asking him to prove it was too rude for even Scout to stoop to because they were pals. Not that he would’ve likely been willing to anyway.
As far as Sniper could tell no one believed him, Sniper certainly didn’t. There was just no way, right? As a result the betting pool remained. The truth would come out eventually just as everyone else’s lies about being human had all been proven to be such. If he did turn out to be entirely human as he claimed, no one would win. What were the chances of that though?
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Heavy gets cards from his mother and sisters.
Dell has a wealth of stories about his family, even if he and Fred aren't as close as they were when he was a child, he still gets letters from relatives too. He goes out to visit them when he can.
Even Spy, who's life is shrouded in mystery, has his fair share of romantic pursuits outside of work (and inside of work).
Tavish and Mick get calls from their mothers, Scout does too, occasionally interrupted by the aforementioned Spy asking to be put on with her (the answer is always a very angry "GET LOST").
And Soldier always has someone to call, whether they want to hear from him or not (Merasmus does not understand how he keeps getting his number).
The Medic is handed the receiver one day, they're moving out to an area in a complete dead zone, better let your loved ones know. He stands at the phone, wondering who he would even call, finger hovering over the buttons. Eventually he puts the receiver back.
There's only really one other mercenary he notices is the same way, never receiving cards or calls, never seeming to send anything out either. He couldn't imagine it would be easy to make calls through that gas mask.
Well, Herr Pyro, maybe we could spend our day off together?
#I'm amassing these tiny tf2 drabbles (is that the right word) in my tumblr drafts idk what to do with them#I think they would like going somewhere peaceful and beautiful like a public garden. as long as Pyro waits until afterwards to burn it down#Solly and Pyro both love fireworks too. Medic not so much but it's nicer to do something in company.#Jane Pyro and Medic are the only mercs without confirmed family of any sort. Thinking about it.
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Oof sorry for another one but can you do something where engi and you have your first date together at his house, but you have a tiny bit of an odd feeling about him. He's very sweet, but almost overly nice. He offers to make dinner for you and you say yes, but what you don't know is that he put aphrodisiacs in your food.
These prompts were so fire! So freaking fun to write for, thank you for these!!! I feel like ever since I've been writing short stories I've wanted to write a "you don't love me, you love how being loved make you feel" confrontation between reader and their yandere- very cathartic to finally get that scene out of my head and into a finished work!
Title: Birthday Cake
Rating: X (MINORS DNI, YOU KNOW THIS ISNT FOR YOU)
Content Warnings: MAJOR daddy kink, dub-con, spanking, aphrodisiacs, yandere, toxic relationship, forced intimacy, fingering, possessiveness
Word Count: 7k
MASTER LIST
TIP JAR
"In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you're whispering 'where have you been?' I say, 'I've been lost but I'm here now. You're the only person who has wver been able to find me.'" unknown title, Sue Zhao
You should've known better than to give in to the kindness of strangers. Well, perhaps not strangers, but the excessive displays of affection from your teammate Engie had long since worn out their novelty. You'd only been a member of the team for a few months yet, ever since then, Engie'd taken a certain special liking to you, something which bothered you right away. It wasn't your style to accept being fussed over by anyone, but no matter how you tried to politely push him away, he never seemed to take the hint.
What really surprised you was his latest act of kindness, inviting you to his place to share a meal together. A birthday dinner, his treat. You knew you never told him your birthday or anyone else for that matter, and you couldn't even guess how he found out or how long he'd known, and honestly, you weren't sure you wanted to know. You initially tried to politely decline, planning to make up some lie about plans to call family after work to celebrate. But he was stubborn, absolutely refusing to take no for an answer.
Something about his forwardness bothered you, but still, there were worse ways to spend a birthday, and you agreed to meet up at his place later that night. Giving you a comfortable amount of time to get cleaned up and changed out of your work clothes before you found yourself at the address he provided you earlier. Knocking at the door, you tried to ignore your rising anxieties and let yourself believe Engie was your friend and you had no reason to be so skittish. Perhaps a little too friendly sometimes, but not someone who would ever hurt you.
Engie held the door open for you as you entered, leading you through the kitchen; the smell of well-seasoned food cooking on the stovetop and roasting in the oven overtook you before you entered. While you'd never actually stepped foot in Engie's home, it looked exactly how you'd imagined. A cozy rustic kitchen with a wood stove, gingham-printed curtains and tablecloth, and a grand wooden table in the center, modestly set for two. You could hear the lazy strumming of some folk song on the small radio on the dark wood of the kitchen counter over the crackling of the low fire burning in the furnace on the other side of the room. Engie lived alone, but you knew he regularly invited family over; the dinner table alone could easily sit 10, but something about the sight of the massive table set for only two made it look so lonely, and you couldn't help but imagine how empty it must look set for only one as Engie was no doubt used to.
Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Engie's eyes following you as you made your way inside, and you wondered when was the last time he'd had non-blood-related company over. While you were still a bit uncomfortable with his forwardness, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe he was just nervous, and you had no reason to feel uncomfortable around him. He was your friend, an ally, surely not one who would mean you any harm.
You sat at one of the seats set for dinner, watching as he prepared two plates. Before he even opened the oven, the smell of Texan comfort food hung heavy in the kitchen and dining room. He kept the dishes he'd made in the oven to keep warm until you showed up, and judging by the considerable pile of dirty bowls and utensils piled by the sink, you reckoned he must've spent hours cooking. Watching from the table, you heard Engie humming as he pulled out a few deep dish bowls, unlidding them before loading up the two plates. He piled on roasted vegetables, mashed potatoes, and thick cuts of meat you couldn't quite identify coated in a rich dark sauce, which were just the first things you noticed him dishing.
He said to you from over his shoulder, "There's biscuits on the table for you if you need something to nibble while you're waiting." Like you were even that hungry. But if the biscuits were half as appetizing as what he was dishing out, you were certainly tempted. You pulled one from the cloth-covered basket in the center of the table and bit into the still-warm biscuit, watching him approaching with two full plates in hand.
"I made sweet tea fresh this morning; care for a glass?" Before you could say yes, he was already turning back around to fetch the pitcher from the fridge.
"You really pulled out all the stops tonight, huh?" You were joking, though simultaneously were genuinely overwhelmed by his generosity. He just chuckled, and you thought you heard him muttering something under his breath along the lines of, "Anything for you."
For a few minutes, you chatted politely, listening to the radio, enjoying the home-cooked meal, and feeling the stress of the day melting away as you genuinely enjoyed the taste of his cooking.
"You made this all yourself?"
"Sure did! But it's all mamma's old recipes. You oughtta be thankin' her... How'd I do?" He smiled and tried to look modest, but the look in his eyes said, "I know it's perfect."
"It's amazing; she must've taught you well." You saw a light blush coloring his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he looked down with a big smile. You hadn't expected he would get so flustered over such a simple statement. Though now that you thought about it, Engie was a bit friendlier this evening than normal, which for him was saying something. Perhaps it was for the best you tried to leave now before he got too carried away. Pulling away from the table slightly, you pushed your plate forward.
"Well, this has been wonderful, but I've had enough. Thank you so much for all this; you're so sweet." To your surprise, Engie's smile faltered for just a moment.
"You didn't finish…" He didn't look mad, but his face didn't entirely mask his disappointment.
"It's been a long day, Engie, but I'm about ready to crawl into bed… You aren't upset, are you?"
He perked right up after you said, "Aw shucks, of course not! I understand! I'm not upset. I just hoped I'd get the chance to give you one last thing."
Engie stood from his chair before you could ask what he meant by this, pulling something from the fridge, hiding it close to his chest, and out of sight from you. While you didn't know exactly what he was hiding, you consoled yourself by acknowledging, at least, whatever it was; it must've been quite small. He fidgeted with the thing for a moment before shutting the door to the fridge.
Engie smiled sheepishly, turning around, holding on to a little teacup saucer holding a miniature cupcake so small it could fit in the palm of your hand. A single little yellow birthday candle flickering on top.
"Engie, I can't accept this-'' You forced a nervous laugh while you felt guilty for letting him spoil you with dinner earlier; the cupcake made you feel even worse.
"Sure I did; it's your birthday, ain't it?" He drew closer, depositing the little treat before you as the candle continued to burn, little trails of wax dripping down the sides. You were conflicted, feeling a combination of obligation to accept the gift he'd been saving for last and not wanting to take anything more from Engie after he'd done so much already. While you admittedly didn't eat too much of the dinner he prepared, just enough to show gratitude for his efforts and to keep him from noticing how you kept cutting up the food into tiny pieces, pushing them around on your plate. While you felt bad about wasting the food, you knew you'd be sick if you tried to force yourself to eat it all.
There was no way you could get away with doing that with this. But you had to admit, it was pretty cute, and you didn't have the heart to turn him down now that that cupcake was right under your nose. Closing your eyes briefly, you inhaled before blowing out the candle, wishing silently to yourself out of this charmingly claustrophobic kitchen as fast as possible. Pulling the candle from the top of the cupcake, you held it in your hand for a moment before taking a bite.
You could've sworn you felt an oddness in the cake's texture for a split second when you swallowed. The cake was denser than you expected but tasted just as appetizing as it looked; you finished the tiny cake in a few bites.
Engie smiled warmly, reaching over and squeezing your shoulder, "Happy birthday, buddy'."
You were about to say something when you felt a bizarre warm feeling in the pit of your stomach, not unpleasant, just a little tingly. You took a deep breath, repositioning yourself in your seat, feeling a bit hot under the collar out of nowhere. Clearing your throat, you thought maybe the cupcake went down wrong, and there was a perfectly valid reason you felt so heated out of nowhere, but internally you felt a twinge of panic.
If this were a sudden sickness, it was like nothing you'd felt before. You tried your hardest to keep composure, telling yourself this was all in your head, there's no way you were genuinely so suddenly weak out of nowhere, but your body wouldn't listen. Once again, you found yourself fidgeting in your seat, unable to find a comfortable position. So distracted by the warmth spreading from deep in your gut through the rest of your body you almost didn't notice how heavy your head felt or the dryness in your mouth. Placing both elbows on the table, you clasped your hands together, resting your head on top of your fingers to keep yourself from losing balance.
Fortunately, Engie didn't seem to mind, or maybe didn't even notice, how quiet you were as he cleaned up the kitchen, humming softly to himself along with the radio. You heard his footsteps close behind.
"I'll get this out of your way."
You cleared your throat again, nodding a silent "thank you" as he took the saucer away. While you knew there was something a little off about the taste of the cake, you couldn't put your finger on what.
Forcing yourself to take another steady breath, you scooted back in your chair a little bit to press your back harder against the back of the chair, rolling out your neck slightly as you started panting. Much to your dismay, however, this did nothing to extinguish the odd warm sensation in your gut, which felt like it was spreading so quickly to spite you. Thankfully, due to the room's low light, there was no way Engie could see the way your face had begun to heat up. You didn't know if you were blushing because of the new found warm feeling between your legs, the strain of trying to appear emotionless and unbothered, or the embarrassment of being caught in such a situation in the first place, or likely an unbearable combination of the three.
You couldn't stop fidgeting, unclasping your hands to grip the chair's armrests as you backed up a little harder into your seat. Under the table, your legs, already crossed, began to squeeze a little tighter together, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to suppress a sound of frustration as you felt the skin of your breasts and nipples tingle a little, becoming more sensitive on account of whatever the hell it was going on inside your body."No, no, not the body- just in your head. It's all in your head; just take a few deep breaths, hug him goodbye, and you'll be out in no time. you've got this." You could feel your hands white-knuckling your chair's armrests as your head dipped forwards, eyes shutting as you tried to maintain composure.
By now, your breathing had become rapid, and while you knew it was best to keep your head back to let in as much oxygen as you could, you no longer had that kind of inner strength. The best you could do now was pant as quietly as possible as that awful warmth intensified deep inside. You were scared, wondering what the hell had gotten into you, but to a lesser extent didn't care and wanted nothing but to grind your legs together even harder or slip a hand between your legs. To do something- anything, to satisfy the awful neediness between your legs. There was no denying it now; you were wet for sure.
This was agony. Your jeans felt a size too tight, the cotton denim like sandpaper against your legs, chafing your poor sensitive skin, to say nothing of the inseam of your jeans you were painfully aware of against your clit. Swallowing hard, had no idea you'd been salivating so notably. While the intensity of your arousal began to plateau, focusing on anything else like this was impossible.
Before now, you tried to keep your eyes open, spotting against random objects you could see in the room to try and keep yourself grounded, but by now, your eyes were fluttering and shut against your will, and the room seemed to spin when you tried to focus on anything. The feeling of Engie's hand suddenly touching your shoulder, his fingers barely making contact, caused you to jolt fully upright in alarm.
You had no idea how he got back to you so fast, nor how long he'd been standing over you like that, but you were rendered functionally speechless in surprise, looking up with him wide-eyed, your neck still bent forward slightly, unable to support the full weight of your head, forcing you to turn your face to make eye contact, feeling pathetic as he looked down at you from this position.
"Hey, did ya hear me? Are you feeling alright? You're looking a little, uh… warm." It was hard not to cringe hearing him speak like that. Engie could sense you were extremely uncomfortable, but you silently prayed he just thought you were feeling ill. Trying desperately to convince yourself he couldn't detect your sudden unexplainable arousal. He knew something was happening with you, and it was humiliating to hear him trying to be so polite about it.
You managed to lean away from his touch; you tried to force yourself to straighten back up in your chair and were about to answer when a spontaneous throb of arousal caused you to tense up and shrink into yourself. Engie had to grab both your shoulders to keep you steady and prevent your head from crashing forward into the table. Despite this, you tried to wriggle away again but couldn't manage to shake his hold on you.
You can hear him saying your name, his voice heavy with worry, only making you feel sicker. But your head felt too fuzzy to speak, no matter how hard you try to respond. Your mouth won't work, and you were forced to stay held in place until you manage to center yourself well enough to answer. Taking a shaky breath, you speak in a rasp,
"I'll be fine; I just need rest." You hardly sounded like yourself, so trembling and hoarse.
"Honey, c'mon now, you can tell me what's wrong." He tried to squeeze your shoulders a little to relax you, but you only whined slightly at the feeling of his strong fingers, feeling so supportive and stable against your limp, overheated body. You knew if his hands were enough to make your head spin like this, you needed to get out as fast as possible.
"Engie- I'm going home now." Even though your words were slurred, you managed to speak clearly enough to express that much, still fidgeting in your seat to try and break free from his hold on your shoulders. Your eyelids felt so heavy, your face so warm, all you wanted to do was change into your pajamas and get a little sleep. Wanting more than anything to get back in your own bed and get rid of the awful burning inside your body. But thinking like that was dangerous, and you didn't dare let your mind wander while you were already feeling so turned on.
"You can rest upstairs in my room, c'mon lemme help you up."
"No!" Your eyes shot open as you tried to lurch out of his grip like a cornered wild animal; you were already scared, and thinking about what would happen if he brought you up to his room only made things worse.
"Don't take me up there! Wanna go home- please, please, not upstairs- I don't want to!" It was humiliating to hear yourself begging like a child being sent to bed early, but you couldn't stop. You tried to use your grip on the armrests to pull yourself away from Engie, but he was too strong, and all you would do was tire yourself out fighting like this. You couldn't tell if you were actually crying or if you just felt like you were. Trying to fight against the wicked desire quickly sapped all your inner strength; it hurt to try and keep up like this; you just wanted it all to be over.
"Hey, easy now, I've gotcha. I'm not gonna hurt ya-" Engie spoke to you like he was trying to calm a spooked mare. He let go of one of your shoulders to turn the chair you were sitting in away from the table so you were facing him before returning the hand to your shoulder. You were too embarrassed to look him in the eye, keeping your line of sight straight ahead on the wall behind him. Feel sick listening to him patronizing you like you were his little pet, not another grown adult, much less his own comrade.
"Then let go!" You meant to sound immature, but the meat you could manage was another childish pout.
"I ain't lettin' go. You're not looking too good there, honey; if I let ya go, you're gonna hurt yourself. I ain't about to let that happen." Despite having to physically wrangle you like this, Engie sounded as calm as ever. You whined as your muscles went limp, as you finally gave in and let him hold you upright.
"Engie, I don't wanna- Please, just take me home…." Surely he could feel how you continued to tremble under his hold, maybe even picking up on how your skin was practically hot to the touch, but you didn't care.
"Listen, I know you don't feel well, and you're lookin' even worse. My room is right upstairs; I want you to sleep in my bed until you're feeling better." Despite his syrupy-sweet voice, you still felt too disturbed to let your guard down.
"Don't make me go to your bed…" To your surprise, you could hear Engie laughing gently about this before feeling him help you up. You wrapped your arms around his forearms to help brace your weight a little while you struggled to find your footing before wrapping one of your arms around his neck, leaning entirely against him to support yourself. Your face was now painfully close to his, all while he merely regarded you with his easygoing smile.
"Aw honey, I wasn't gonna make us share the bed!" He winked before continuing, "Temptin' offer though it may be." Feeling your body pressed close against him like this was doing nothing to help your situation, you grit your teeth, forcing your face to turn from his to the stairs across the room. Without another word, he helped you make your way to the stairs.
A part of you wondered if he was going so slowly up the stairs to prolong your misery as long as he could; at least, that's what it felt like to you. You used one arm to grab his arm around your shoulders while the other white-knuckled the handrail; not once did his arms budge from either around your waist or from your shoulders, the side of his body crushingly tight up against yours. While the feeling of helplessness and discombobulation was wretched, you hated yourself for clinging so tightly against Engie, letting him lead you upstairs to his bedroom, despite your trepidation.
When the two of you finally made it to the top of the staircase, you were about to step foot on the second floor when you felt Engie mumble something into your ear as you bit down on your lower lip to keep from moaning at the feeling of his lips grazing against your ear, breath fanning over the side of your face, and tickling your neck without warning.
"Almost there now, honey. You're doing so good, just a little longer." You nodded, feeling as though your knees were about to give out at any second.
By the time you reached the doorway of Engie's bedroom, you didn't wait for him to get the door first. You turned the knob yourself and pushed open the door, too blinded by the idea of finally getting to lay down to worry about waiting to be invited in first. Engie helped push the door open wider as the two of you staggered inside. You refused to stop moving until you were in bed, and with almost drunken, unsteady steps, you finally found your respite, crashing into the soft flannel sheets the moment your shin connected with the edge of the bed.
Finally lying down, you lay, sprawled out on your back for a moment, giving yourself time to catch your breath. At last, you were lying down and in bed; nothing in the world mattered right now except for the cozy cotton sheets that provided you with a little nook to curl up inside of.
For just a moment, you felt better, the burning wasn't gone, but at least now it was a bit less uncomfortable.
"Usually, I'd make the bed before the company shows up, but you look pretty cozy down there. Are you feeling any better, darlin'?" You didn't answer; rolling onto your side, away from the side of the bed where he stood, you buried your head in the pillows, twisting the sheets and blankets in your hands, pulling them closer. Not exactly to cover yourself with, but just to have something soft and comfortable to grip onto, something much better than the hardwood of your chair's armrest. But it was more than that. Something about being in his bed like this felt so perfect like you were exactly where you needed to be in the universe. You were hyper-aware of Engie's scent trapped in the bedding, shamelessly nestling your face directly into it, wanting to feel it all over you. No matter how embarrassing it was to be watched in a state like this for a moment, you allowed yourself to indulge. Writhing into the blankets, using them to wick the sweat from your forehead and neck, nestling your head into the nook where the pillows met the bed.
You thought you could hear him chuckling from above, but you weren't sure, but the idea of him getting so much enjoyment watching you nestling into his bed made you self-conscious, making you whine in irritation, the sound almost entirely drowned out by the pillow. Still, the shame wasn't enough to keep you from wrapping both legs around the top blanket of the bed, spooning the fabric, feeling blissful but frustratingly unsatisfying on account of your jeans keeping the blankets from rubbing up against your bare skin. Despite the bed's softness, you somehow couldn't manage to get comfortable and couldn't stop from kicking and thrashing like a fish out of water. The smell of Engie flooding your senses was the only thing going through your mind, but it still didn't feel like enough. You could feel the bed dipping as Engie sat on the side of the bed, his hand against your shoulder, making you shiver and your nails dig into the blankets.
"Can't get comfy down there? You need me to grab you something to drink?" With a snicker, he continued, "Need daddy to read you a bedtime story?"
You frowned, looking up at him over your shoulder, "Don't talk to me like that."
"Aw c'mon, you know I'm only-" He tried to laugh it off, but for some reason, you found yourself more agitated than usual at his ribbing.
"You know what I mean!"
"Pardon?" He lifted his hand from your shoulder as you rolled from your belly to your side to look at him. Something about the awful heat coursing through you made you more brazen than usual, and you could not stop yourself from acting confrontational.
"I hate when you act like that- When you look at me like you know better than me! You're not responsible for me. I don't need you to take care of me!" His brow creased as he looked at you, hurt, confused, and completely taken aback by your sudden attitude. Your breathing was ragged, and it was hard to keep your voice from rising. You didn't know where this anger was coming from, but it felt as though you were finally telling him how much you hated when he babied you. The suddenness and intensity confused you, but the catharsis was there all the same. Telling him how you really felt. For so long, you'd been forced to be professional and mild-mannered around your comrade while he would condescend and coddle you; to finally bear your emotions like this felt damn good.
Engie tried his best to force a small smile to mask the hurt you could still see in his eyes, "I don't do this because you're weak; I never said you were weak-"
You laughed bitterly, "Right, it's because you're just such a nice guy; how could I forget?"
Engie spoke slowly, "I only do this because I care about you; I only want what's best. You know that."
"You don't love me. You love how being needed makes you feel!" By now, you were certain you were crying and weren't even really talking to Engie; now, you were talking to him. In your heart, you weren't really mad at him, but you hated how weak you felt when he prioritized you over the rest of the team. You slackened a little, pulling the blanket up to bury your head in it, sobbing. After a moment, you felt his hand putting the top of your head.
"Of course I love you-"
"No, you don't! You just want to protect the weak, isn't that right? That must be why you're always focused on me, right? I'm nothing but the weakest of the team to you! I'm nothing but a charity case; all you care about is making yourself feel better." You were helpless to stop all the awful insecurities you tried so hard to hide from the rest of the world from surfacing now. Engie huffed a little, moving his hand from your hair to your chin, forcing you to turn and look at him.
"So I'm the selfish one, is that it? I spend all this time with you, cook for you, let you sleep in my own bed, and that makes me the selfish one?" You had to bite back a moan at the feeling of his fingers gripping your face so tightly.
"You slipped me something, didn't you?" It was a surprise to hear your voice so level after screaming and crying. Engie looked more surprised than offended by your words but didn't say anything to his defense.
"I bet you did this, didn't you! Fucking hell, you'd do anything to be the hero- to just come to everyone's rescue. You don't care about me; I bet you don't even like any of the rest of us!"
His eyes narrowed. "Don't say that."
"That's the only reason I'm here, isn't it? You wanted to get me all alone, slip me God knows what so you could take me here and wait till it knocked out to start touching yourself over my unconscious body. You've been planning this, haven't you!" Despite your harsh words, Engie didn't look offended. Nothing worked, no matter how you tried to anger or convince him to kick you out. He merely sighed, face softening as his fingers gently caressed the side of your face.
"Let it out, sweetheart; you've had a long day. Just get it out of your system; you'll be alright." You didn't say anything in return, and for a moment, you wondered, "Would it really be so bad to let him have his way?" Your eyes drift shut as you feel Engie's fingers brush away your tears, smoothing back your hair. No matter how you tried to deny it, letting, him treat you like his little girl felt good. Why had you fought him back for so long? Now that you weren't fighting back, his touch no longer felt smothering but soothing. And you felt in that moment that he was the only thing in the world that could satisfy your desire.
"I'm gonna get you a change of clothes, just lay back." The bed creaked a little as he lifted himself from the mattress.
You spoke in a broken, pitifully small voice, "I shouldn't have said that."
"I know you didn't mean it." He was in the same room but sounded so far away you wanted him back in bed.
"It was still wrong to say.." As he returned to his perch by your side, you twisted in bed, laying on your side.
He smiled, "I forgive you." You wanted to say you didn't deserve it, but at the moment, you couldn't find the words; all you could manage to do was stare at him with puppy eyes.
"Do you want me to help you out of your clothes?"
At first, you were about to question why he was acting so brazen, but then you realized at some point during your fight you'd started to wriggle in bed nervously, mindlessly pawing at your bottoms, trying to pull them off while your fingers were too numb and awkward to work the buttons or the zipper. Time felt like it slowed down for a moment; the two of your eyes locked as you understood the weight of his question. You nodded.
"I need to hear you say it." Engie's soft voice is as assuring and gentle as ever, yet unmistakably firm. While you were putting up a fight for a while there, you both knew who was really in charge here. Forcing yourself to keep eye contact, you managed a "yes, I would." Engie's sweet smile betrayed his dirty mind.
"Roll back over onto your stomach." You didn't understand why he wanted this, but you immediately complied. You bit down on a pillow to muffle the sounds you made when you felt Engie's fingers find your jean's button, undoing it and pulling the zipper all the way down just as easily, while you couldn't help but whine and twitch at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your bare underbelly, and the sensation of his fingers over your clothed pubic mound for just a second as he undid the zipper. You took a deep breath after the zipper was undone, feeling the most relief you'd felt all night. He gave you a moment to breathe deeply before his hands made their way to the waistband of your jeans and, with a few tugs, pulled them past your hips as you kicked your legs to try and help him remove the awful denim from your body. Your thighs spread wider, blessedly now unrestricted against Engie's blankets while he looked down at the beautiful sight. You couldn't help but sigh audibly into the pillow; at long last, you were free.
"Shirt too?" You mumbled, but Engie understood what you wanted, grabbing the bottom hem of your top as he pushed it up and over your head with your bra while you slid your arms through the sleeves. Leaving you stripped down to nothing but your underwear. The feeling of his sheets, his smell now directly below your skin, felt heavenly, your tits perking up a little, still tingling from earlier as you rubbed yourself over the bed, breathing heavily in through your nose and out through your mouth. While Engie was more than excited to finally get a chance to get his hands on you, he wasn't about to rush you here.
You were entirely right to call him out for planning this, and despite a few snags along the way, the evening was shaping up exactly how he hoped it would. And while he expected your hesitation and your near-certain anger when you realized he was responsible for your current situation, Engie had every confidence that in just a bit of time, you would be thanking him for all this. All he had to do was wait, and for you, he'd wait forever if he must.
He trailed his feeling hand down the curve of your ass as you felt the rubber glove brushing against the swell of your hip. His fingers playfully drummed along the flesh of your ass while you shivered and bit down a little harder on the pillow in your mouth.
"I forgive you, and I love you- but you outta know how to watch that mouth of yours."
" 'M sorry, it won't happen again." You babbled, half talking to him, half speaking into the pillow. You weren't strong enough to look him in the eye, but you were just horny enough to tell him whatever he needed to hear.
"Oh, I'm sure it won't. But someone ought to teach you a lesson." You felt his ungloved fingers squeezing against the flesh of your ass, assuring you of exactly where his attention was. Knowing you had his full attention elicited another stir of excitement inside you.
"Mhm?" He spoke softly, but you could pick up on the dark edge of his words even in such an inebriated state.
"Maybe this is my fault. I've been spoiling you all this time, and I haven't even laid a hand on you." Using his gloved hand, he gave a little testing pat against your rear, not hard at all, but enough to make a sharp smacking sound fill the room. You sighed at the feeling; he was right; he was being too soft, and you needed more. Needed his attention now more than ever before.
You were about to say something, anything to urge him on, but he literally beat you to it, his glove slapping against your ass again, a little bit harder this time, forcing you to bite down onto his pillow to muffle your little shriek of surprise. The residual soreness didn't have time to set in fully before you felt another blow, followed by another and another and another. Not harder or softer, he set a steady rhythm for the two of you. You could feel the blood rushing to the sore area and couldn't imagine how red you must've looked.
It felt good to be used like this. To feel held accountable for taking advantage of "the nice guy" for so long. Now he wasn't going easy on you, and it was exactly what you needed. By accident, his hand struck a little closer to your cunt than he intended; maybe he didn't aim right, or perhaps you accidentally spread your legs too wide. You didn't know. In response to this feeling, you spread your legs even wider.
"Maybe I ought to bring you off the battlefield and back home with me. Set ya to work on the old Conagher farm. I know it'll do ya real good to get outta the city, give ya a 'lil perspective. You'd fit right in; I can see it now." He was mostly rambling to himself than actually speaking to you, but you followed along all the same. In any other situation, you'd never let him get away with implying he could so easily take you home and "tame you," but given how horny you already felt, you were ready to tell him everything he wanted to hear if it meant you would finally get some satisfaction.
"I'll go anywhere with you! Please, Engie, please keep going; I fucking need it! I-I need you so bad, Daddy!" You peeked your head over your shoulder and felt your heartthrob at the sight of his face softened with love and eyes twinkling like little stars. Good Lord, would you give anything to cum on that beautiful face of his. You weren't aware of the wet spot of drool he could see from where you were biting down on the pillow and the mess of spit around your lips.
He used his thick fingers to brush against the soaked fabric covering your sex; the feeling of at last getting a bit of friction between your legs made your head roll forward, crushing your face into the pillow, mindlessly rocking your hips against his fingers.
"You're gonna be good for me from now on? No more attitude?" He was moving too slow, intentionally shying his fingers away whenever you tried to get closer, mocking your neediness. While you were reduced to a wet, mindless mess sobbing incoherently, "Yes, I will! I promise I'll be good; I promise I'll be good! Please, Daddy, please, Daddy- I need it so bad, please!"
His fingers paused, directly over exactly where you needed them, his glove gripping the curve of your hip, keeping you from grinding against him, forcing you to remain painfully in place, the strain of staying in this position its own hell on Earth. "You promise you'll behave?"
Without missing a beat, you kept, "I promise!"
You can hear his proud smile without looking back at his face. "All right, darlin', if you promise." He sounded just like a proud father; no wonder he stepped into the role so well.
He continued to grope at your ass with his gloved hand, pushing your underwear to the side as he finally slipped his fingers inside. By now, you were practically too weak to keep grinding against him, but fortunately, you wouldn't last much longer. You felt like you were on edge for hours, and feeling Engie's fingers working their magic inside your body was that last little push you needed to send you over the edge. His thumb worked in sync with his fingers, a thick coating of your slick messily seeping from inside, helping him to go even faster.
You wished you didn't have to be on your stomach, Engie sitting off to the side, so far away. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, feel his naked flesh against your body, but inhaling his smell and grinding against his sheets would have to do for now. You spread your thighs wider as you felt yourself clenching against his fingers, your climax so close it hurt. Back arching as you mindlessly pushed yourself even harder against his fingers, the intensity building until you finally came. Seeing all white as relief washed over your entire body, the tension easing up as pleasant little after-shocks began to set in. The awful burning desire inside satisfied as you went limp, settling heavily into his bed with a heavy sigh.
By now, the sheets were dampened by your sweat, though you were too tired to care much, feeling no real discomfort while laying in a little puddle of your own sweat. While Engie's handiwork had mercifully taken care of the burning inside, you could tell your head wasn't quite clear yet. The loopy, needy feeling now morphed into comfortable drowsiness, making your afterglow feel all the sweeter. You winced a little while Engie withdrew his fingers and the vague sensation of your wetness sloppily trailing his hand. You could hear him wiping the slick off onto the bedsheets before petting the top of your head gently.
"Feelin' better now?" Your tongue felt too heavy in your mouth to formulate any words, but you nodded, making a quiet sound of affirmation while your head remained buried in the pillows.
"And what do we say when someone does something nice for us?" He sounded easygoing, but you knew he wanted a real answer out of you. Turning your head to rest a cheek on the pillow, you sleepily half-opened one eye to try and focus on him.
"Thank you, Daddy." It was a dull mumble of an answer, but it appeased him well enough. He ruffled your hair before you could hear the sound of Engie undressing, letting his button-up shirt and stiff work pants join your jeans on the floor. By the time he nestled up in bed with you, wrapping your limp body up with his strong arms, you were already more than half-asleep. Maybe the excessive fatigue was a side-effect of whatever slipped earlier. For a moment, you wondered if you would wake up with a hangover or not, but the thought left your head almost as quickly as it came. Even without the mystery drug in your system, it was certainly possible that your brain was better off trying to shut down and try not to think too hard about what just happened and even less about what the morning might bring.
Within your final moments of coherency, you could feel your body pulled against Engie's bare chest until you were close enough to rest your cheek against his flesh. He tucked your head under his chin as he muttered to himself.
"I wasn't lying' when I said I love you, honey. I love you more than anything else; I'd never lie about that."
#in the OG draft I had engie calling the reader kiddo a bunch bc i feel like it makes the taboo-ness of the daddy kink so much hotter but-#i also know thats a MAJOR squick for a lot of people so it got cut out in the edits RIP#yandere#anonymous#x reader#request#self ship#tf2 engineer x reader#yandere engineer#yandere engineer x reader#yandere tf2#tf2 engineer smut#yandere x reader#yandere team fortress 2#male yandere#yandere smut#tf2 smut#tf2 drabble#yandere x you#yandere self ship
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obviously i don't have any requests yet so i asked a friend for a random scenario to write headcanons about and i was told merc movie night. so :)
scout
- throws a fit about whatever he wants to watch being chosen but it never gets picked because he has terrible taste
- literally guzzles his entire drink within the first five minutes of the movie and then refuses to get up to pee unless the movie is paused
- his attention span is awful so he stops paying attention for half the movie and then bugs someone (probably spy.) to recap him on what happened
- "who's that" "what's his name" "why is he doing that" "wait where are they" "how does it end"
soldier
- attention span is worse than scout's. ends up trying to talk through the entire thing, gets shushed violently
- if the movie really bores him he falls asleep like someone's dad and snores in a way that is so devilish. gets throw pillows pressed over his face
- if he manages to get sucked into whatever they're watching he will randomly bring up things from it weeks later and nobody realizes what he's talking about and he doesn't have the capacity to explain
- gets so comfy cozy on the couch but then tosses and turns the whole time because his comfy cozy never lasts
pyro
- straight up does not care what they watch, just happy they're hanging out
- gets super into the movie and reacts verbally and physically to what's happening on screen
- asks engineer questions if he gets confused about what happened. he rarely gets confused though because he pays such close attention
- loves slapstick comedy flicks
engineer
- falls asleep no matter how much he's interested in what they watch. head thrown back, throat gurgling, demonic snoring emanating from this man. elbowed awake by pyro and scout but it never lasts he goes right back to sleep
- will fuck up some popcorn
- hates when spy's movie gets picked because it's always some foreign arthouse film he does not care to understand. he likes things that make sense and have a good plot
- doesn't bother for a recap on whatever he missed while he was asleep. he goes into movie nights knowing he'll fall asleep so he doesn't get upset about missing anything
demoman
- similarly to engineer, he will FUCK UP some popcorn. he is absolutely destroying that shit and every other snack that's provided. he needs to constantly be doing something with his hands and can't sit still for an entire movie so he just shovels popcorn down his throat
- spends half the movie squinting at the tv because he is so confused. it could be spelled out on screen and he still doesn't know what's going on
- gets up to pee one thousand times and trips over someone every single time
- his movie picks are always great
heavy
- reacts so strongly to high emotion moments in movies. laughs like a maniac at comedies, cries at tragedies. he isn't afraid to show emotion!
- anytime he isn't reacting though he looks so pissed off. arms crossed, back straight, staring dead at the screen
- only one to have never fallen asleep during a movie night. everyone else has AT LEAST once
- will never turn down a little blankie action. toss a nice blanket over his legs he's a happy man
medic
- does not really enjoy movie nights. he enjoys spending some time with the others but it gets to a point where he really wants to be alone and he doesn't know how to politely escape the situation
- cannot handle the sound of snoring so if engineer or soldier are out he is pressing his ear against heavy's shoulder and his own hand over his other ear. he'll guess what the actors are saying
- appreciates spy's movie choices (is the only one that does)
- sits really uncomfortably for the whole movie and has to pace around stretching out when it's over
sniper
- loves a good movie. he really really just enjoys watching a movie he's a simple man. won't complain about whatever gets picked, will just kick his legs up and relax and enjoy it
- expert at rationing his snack and beverage to last the whole time. will not share
- looks like he's asleep but is not he's just very very still and relaxed
- sometimes sits in the floor leaned against the couch rather than on it or on a chair. it's easier for him to get his legs stretched all the way out that way + he tends to give the furniture up for the folks that are going to end up asleep
spy
- as previously mentioned, he always chooses the snobbiest foreignest arthouse films that are no fun to watch and he truthfully doesn't even like that much himself. it's all a facade
- how many cigarettes he goes through during a movie is an indicator of how much he enjoyed it. the more smoked the worse he thought the movie was
- gets really embarrassed if he laughs at something stupid but even spy is not immune to slapstick comedy. he tries to cover it up with a cough but nobody falls for that
- sometimes scout falls asleep on his shoulder and it makes him so mad (he doesn't mind it)
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yay first post! to anyone who may see this, consider shooting me a request :3
#tf2#tf2 headcanons#tf2 scout#tf2 soldier#tf2 pyro#tf2 demoman#tf2 engineer#tf2 heavy#tf2 medic#tf2 sniper#tf2 spy#doe's drabbles (headcanons)
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Baby Birds~ Medic x Reader Drabble
Wc: 0.4k
Themes: Fluff
Request:
A/N: I may or may not be on a roll for Medic Fics. Let's gooo we'll see
Taglist: @electro-omen @skeleton-stomper-xoxo @pillow-14 @moopy-milk @emotionallyunwellmedic
Masterlist
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“HUN!”
The urgency in your tone was almost the same as it’d be on the battlefield yelling for Medic, but it seemed odd that you had used a pet name. Either way, Lutz was running full speed - almost in a panic towards your voice, hoping you were okay.
He lays eyes on you, who has an adoably big grin playing on your features. In a hushed voice, you whisper-shout and gesture towards a mass of blankets:
“Look!!”
He walks over, hushing his footsteps absentmindedly as he walked towards you and his doves.
He gasps as he spots a few much smaller dove heads peeking out from the blankets that were nestled together. He quickly got supplies ready to take care of the tiny birds, wishing to make them as comfortable as possible. You occupied yourself by first washing your hands, then comforting the mother and father doves by gently petting them to soothe them. You offered reassuring and kind words, even if they had no idea what you were saying- it was the soft tone that mattered. You gently shushed and pet them with the tip of your knuckle as softly as you could, them letting out the cutest little sounds of comfort. The father dove snuggled into the mother dove, and you couldn’t help but aw at the scene.
Once all the babies and both parents were as safe and comfortable as they could be, all of them resting, you leaned into Lutz.
“What now, Love?”
“Now we name them! Would you like to name one? I was thinking Oskar and Herwig for two of them,”
You looked towards the babies, tilting your head as you leaned in a bit closer to Lutz. He kissed you on the hair and you couldn’t help the warm smile that crossed your features.
“How about... Keres?”
“Ooh! I love it, Täubchen!~”
He gently caressed your cheek as you looked up at him. His eyes held a lovestruck gaze. He was never one to like the idea of having kids… but maybe this made him feel like a real parent.
Like as if he’s part of a family with you.
With that, you wiped a tear he didn’t notice was forming- of course his doves having babies was emotional on its own too- but this made him feel all soft for you once again. He cherishes the moment he’s reminded how hard he continues to fall for you every day.
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Mar.29.24
#medic x reader#request#tf2 x reader#tf2 drabble#medic x reader drabble#tf2 medic x reader#medic x you#tf2 medic x you#team fortress#team fortress 2#team fortress 2 x reader
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