#Engie's conversing

[the-blu-engineer]

Are you in the market for a husband?

Ah well, I'd say I'm good on that front. I got my hands full with Medic and Heavy.

[mail-me-a-snail]

it kinda makes sense that heavy likes max sam & max more than he does scout

[automatonknight]

id: a digital drawing of a blue engineer and walenty-an original character. walenty is pale, has long, black hair with horns, a tail and claws. he's wearing square glasses, fingerless gloves, a green, floral shirt over a black tank top and black shorts and shoes. kit is holding a fishing rod in kits right hand. engineer is wearing his hardhat and goggles, a blue shirt, dark blue overalls and brown boots. he also has a fishing rod swung over his shoulder. he and walenty are walking next to eachother, with walenty on the left and engie on the right. the background shows a pine forest. end id

[prettyboypistol]

how do you think would mercs react to reader calling them pet names in his native language that is not english obviously 👀 might be sfw or nsfw, whatever you like more ❤️

TF2 Mercs Reacting To Native Language Pet Names!

Scout

Gets like, REALLY flustered initially. A "Uh, what did you call me?" then "O-oh. Nice! Nice!... Haha okaaaaay! Great!"

Man starts mimicking you and your accent subconsciously (ADHD echoing go brrr) and likes stimming by rolling his rs and doing the special sounds your language does that are different from English.

Soldier

"YOU MAGGOTS HEAR THAT! CUPCAKE HERE THINKS I'M A COWZONE!" "I SAID CORASON!" "MEDIC! HE'S HALLUCINATING! HE THINKS I'M FOOD!"

After you explain it, he gets all giddy and lovey dovey on you, he's got a thing for you talking in your first language.

Pyro

Deadass? I headcanon Pyro to be a polygot. They know what you're saying regardless of what language you speak.

When they hear the petname you shout as good luck, they turn around and make a heart with their fingers and shout something back. It sounded vaguely like your language..?

Demoman

Will hit you with a scottish one right back, it becomes a war of the pet names until you both end up cuddled tightly in each other's arms and on the brink of sleep as you murmur out little sweet nothings.

Has no idea what you're saying but can understand it's affectionate because of the context.

Engie

"What's that, darling? Didn't quite catch that." You say it in English. "Oh! Well ain't you sweet! C'mere hun."

Not as flusterable on the outside, but internally freaking the fuck out because that was SO CUTE!!!

Heavy

Maaaaan. RIP you. This dude's barely got a grasp on English, that could be your only language and this would still work.

If you explain it to him, then he gets all smiley with you and kisses your cheek.

Medic

"Ah, danke liebe." "No problem, cher." "Oh! You speak another language? Amazing! I know that one- wait, do I? Let's see... German, Latin, English..."

Finds it absolutely adorable. If he doesn't know the language he asks you to teach him so you two can gossip together behind people's backs.

Spy

THE RESIDENT POLYGOT. LIKE, HEADCANONED TO BE HIRED ON TO BRIDGE THE LANGUAGE BARRIER LEVELS OF LANGUAGE KNOWLEDGE.

Imma be real it doesn't even register that you spoke in something other than English, but he instinctually switched to your language mid conversation more out of habit than anything.

Sniper

"Awe, using that first-language charm on me, eh? Well that's not gonna let you use me rifle. Sorry chickadee."

Sees it as more of a teasing to try (and failing) to fluster him or get what you want.

[multiheadcanons]

MERCS IN DISARRAY

scout: he’ll fight in his pjs and you better be happy he’s even here right now because he could definitely be asleep in bed right now but he decided to be an adult and come do his job, so be happy he’s here. you can barely tell he’s awake, but when he’s up and going it’s pretty unnoticeable. he knows he’s not quite up to speed but he’s fast enough, faster than everyone else, still. not interested in chatting, but a little more focused after battle. focused enough to make it to his room and close the door. little clumsier than normal, runs his shoulder into corners.

soldier: if soldier ever is in disarray you wouldn’t notice. unless you intimately know the man to know he fell out of bed, stubbed his toe, put his undershirt on backwards, and loaded the rocket the wrong way (of which will fire like a normal rocket), it always seems like soldier is moving business as usual. he does give the old man “uhhhhhhh” when he’s making regular conversation. scratches the back of his head, smacks his lips, and groans in annoyance. forgets to eat until the middle of the night, where you can catch him raiding the fridge.

pyro: they’re notably…. saggier. slower, tired, mask is lopsided. they’re not particularly in a worse mood, just not at the top of their game. you can still interact with them, and they will still act favorably! just might take them some more time to get to what you ask of them. also a time pyro can be arguably called Societally Normal And Casual. pyro is normally considered a higher energy teammate, but when they’re disoriented, they’re moving at a… less than chipper pace. bumbling jog into battle. sloppy melee swings. but the frustration of missing shots gets their head in the game.

demo: eyepatch on the wrong eye, hat on lopsided, shirt on backwards. he is so confused as to how his vision is worse than usual until he realizes he’s got his eyepatch on the wrong eye. he’s still hitting his shots though. also an old man “uhhhhhhh”-er. he shouldn’t even be on the field when he’s this disorganized, but his work doesn’t take the hit, only his social nature does. also still in a good mood usually, just so slow, and horridly lazy. if he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed then he probably just won’t get out of bed. lays in bed, drinks, eats garbage, and starts the next day fresh.

heavy: the best way to describe him is bratty. annoyed, and vocal about it. the strongest eye rolls and uninterested glares from furrowed brows. it’s one of the few times he will notably frown. it’d be easier to take him more seriously if he didn’t look so tired as he did it. someone get the man a blanket and take him back to bed, let him restart the day. even his tired grunts are so dramatic, he just seems like he’s brooding and stewing and holding back a tantrum. pinches the bridge of his nose in irritation. if you ask him what’s going on, it will be one of three issues: bad sleep, bad dream, no breakfast. it is generally a combination of all three.

engineer: engie is almost always in a state of disarray. if he is not marginally disoriented as he’s rushing around the field then his workshop and his bedroom is a mess. this man has been running on a solid two pots of coffee a day since he was twenty years old. twitchier on the field, like bordering on concern of him having heart murmurs. he becomes more aggressive on the field the more caffeine he has in his body, so the team has forced him to take it down a few notches, especially when he’s running on no sleep just caffeine. he’s a defense class and they need him on the back lines. sometimes it’s funny though to watch him wreak havoc.

medic: “god, i’m so off today!” and nothing has changed. his shirt is slightly wrinkled. glasses slightly crooked. the doctor works best in organized chaos, so he will not be upset to wake up with a messier energy, for lack of better term. he can use messiness to confuse the enemy team. becomes bait as the team pushes, and pulls himself more together through each respawn until he’s sick of dying. then, after battle, he will absolutely crash. he makes it to a chair, maybe the common area’s sofa and he takes a seat… then he’s slumped. limp. the team will usually leave him there. sometimes heavy will take him to his room to sleep the day off.

sniper: “not my best day, mate.” shirt more wrinkled than normal. glasses are missing. socks mismatched, if he bothered to put them on at all. teeth not brushed. more vocal than usual! if only to grumble and groan to himself, though if you’re nearby he’s definitely a social bitcher. he’s the meme of “do you see this shit chat”. it’s a slow rev up for snipes to pull himself out of a slump. but he’s generally pretty normal by sunset. and at that point he’s not around anyone for it to matter, unless he’s feeling social still, then he’ll go check out the night life of the base, which can remain quite lively until about 1:30

spy: the ultimate bitch. scoffs, rolls his eyes, his mask is crooked, his cigarette is lit lopsidedly and burning unevenly— pyro will fix that. if heavy seems bratty, spy is just a nuisance. trudging on the field, missing easy kills, getting killed in stupid ways, groaning about it all the way to the spawn room. doesn’t want to be spoke to, doesn’t want to even be awake or alive. but here he is. awake, alive, alert, and very annoyed.

[hypernova-writes]

KinkTober Day 13

[Facesitting - Engineer] [Plus Sized! S/O]

“Darlin’ Go ahead and sit on down..I’m ready.”

“Darlin’, if i hafta tell ya to get your pretty lil ass up here again, you ain’t gon’ like it.”

You blushed as Engineer, or Dell as you knew him, laid on your shared bed, he was near the headboard, shirt off, beckoning for you to come up there by him.

You had made the mistake of mentioning that you wanted to try sitting on his face, but was against it because of your size. Engineer was not having ANY of it.

This issue how you ended up here, naked, nervous and not ready to get on your boyfriend’s face. You sigh as you slowly get up to hover over his face.

He waited until you were caught off guard, having a conversation with Scout and Sniper, he decided to haul you over his shoulders like you were a sack of potatoes.

You yelped as you yelled at him for taking you away from your conversation, but he just responded with a chuckle and carried you to your now shared bedroom.

“Dell…you sure I’m not gonna be too heavy?

“Too heavy? darl’ i carry all that heavy equipment..and you think I care ‘bout your weight?”

Engineer rolled his eyes playfully as his lips brushed against your inner thighs as you hovered over his face. His hands went up to slap your ass, loving the loud smack it made, he chuckles as you yelped.

“Go on sugar..climb up on your saddle and take a ride..” He says softly, looking up at you. You sigh and finally decide to grant his wish.

You lowered yourself down onto his eager and waiting mouth, only to jolt a bit when his tongue delved in to taste the goodness between your thighs.

You lean forward to lean against the headboard, your hands going to grip the wooden piece as you moaned out his name. When you tried to raise your hips up off of him, he kept you in place with his hands.

You leaned over, his name falling off your lips like it was a mantra at this point. You were riding his mouth at the same pace that he was fucking you with his tongue.

“D-dell!~” You cried out his name and you couldn’t help but begin to rock your hips, grinding down against his mouth.

He tightened his grip on your thick thighs, almost if he was trying to actually suffocate himself with them. You looked down at him and he lead his eyes closed, he looked like he was in bliss the way his tongue moved inside you.

You clenched around his tongue, you could feel that sweet hill, you were climbing it and preparing to tumble down if he kept up his actions. You rocked your hips more, and you ended up locking eyes with him.

Engineer’s eyes were full of lust, need and pure desire, and that was enough to send you hurdling over the edge. You cried out his name as you rode out your high, your legs shaking as he finally loosened his grip on you.

You flopped over onto the side of the bed, breathing heavily as Engineer sat up, licking his lips like he just had the sweetest treat of his life.

“See, I told ya doll, You ain’t too big for ol’ Engie..” He says and you playfully roll your eyes at him. “Mhm..I hear ya..” You mumble as you try to catch your breath. You then blush as you watch him rise up, only for him to get back between your legs.

“Good thing everyone is out the base…cause I’m ‘bout to make you scream my name as loud as you can suga’~”

Engineer chuckles as he spreads your legs open wider.

"Ya best to hold on..cause Engie ain't stoppin' till you forget where you end and where I start~"

-> AHHH I DID IT I FINALLY CAUGHT BACK UPPPP I HAVE SOMETHING SPECIAL PLANNED CAUSE IM ALMOST AT ANOTHER FOLLOWER MILESTONNEEEE

-> honestly this Lil community I've built up is amazing, I truly love you guys as you give me an escape from the hell that's my current situation. So thank you all so much for sticking around. <3

[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

[Image Description: 3 colored drawings of Linked Spirit's Links in modern clothing. 1st: Sky, Hero, and Mouse sit while Hope lays sprawled holding a cracked gold phone up. Sky wears a blue and white varsity style jacket and jeans. Hope wears an opened red flannel button up, with a green crop top or bra, and green pants with red leg warmers and converse. Hero looks down at Hope, wearing a green hoodie and brown pants, with a light blue scarf. Mouse leans over, wearing a green beanie and vest, with a brown shirt and jeans. 2nd: Smith, wearing a green sweater and black pants, holding a side satchel, walks behind Forest and Bean. Forest wears brown cargo shorts, a long jean vest, and a green shirt, looking forward at Engie and Wind. Bean looks down at them with a smile, wearing a brown hat, green flannel and brown pants. Engie looks back at Forest, using a cane to walk. He wears a light blue button up and loose red tie with dark blue pants. He has a red backpack. Wind has a blue hearing aid, and wears a gold loose button up with rolled sleeves over his lobster shirt. He wears dark blue sweats and is in an almost dance-like pose. 3rd: Ordon, in a brown jacket with a green shirt, follows Glider, who holds his slate-phone and points ahead. Ordon's hair is short, and he has a beard instead, and wears cowboy boots. Glider wears a green tunic-dress with two brown belts. Glider has a light blue cropped hoodie with the sword pattern, and wears brown hiking boots with skinny jeans. Rinku looks back over her shoulder at them, wearing a pink button up dress and a flower pattern at the edge. End ID]

Some Modern Vibes!

[supernatural-bias]

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: scout, soldier, medic, and spy

↳ warnings: mentions of surgery and alcohol

↳ song: runaround sue—dion

masterlist | commissions | carrd

𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭

• He’s such a doofus. It takes him at least a month to pick up on it

• The entire time you’re flirting or making moves on him, he’ll jokingly reciprocate it under the impression that you’re just joshing around

• It takes one of the other team members approaching him for the mercenary to realize what was actually going on

• “Son.” Engineer had sighed as he stood in the doorway to Scout’s very messy room, “You do realize they like you?”

• Scout’s very dismissive and red faced about it

• “What? Psh. Stop messing with me, Engie. Don't you have sentries to build or somethin’?”

• The second Engineer leaves, he’s practically tearing up his room in a tirade of emotions

• Overthinks the past few months with you way too much. Practically wears a spot into the floor from all the nervous pacing he does

• In the end, Scout confronts you to ask you out

• Tries to be formal, but we all saw how that turned out with Miss Pauling. Eventually just gives up on trying to be suave— and not succeeding —to blurt out what he’s thinking

• “So, uh, yeah. I’m not so. Er. Good at this sappy stuff, but there’s a Tom Jones museum I think we could go check out. Together.” Scout pauses, accent only getting thicker with worry, “Alone. Y’know?”

• Over the moon when you say yes. All nerves dissipate and are immediately replaced with a cross between a smug and relieved victory

• If you look close enough at his ears, they’re a little pink

𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫

• If he hasn’t known you for long, Soldier will actually just chalk your actions up to being a communist spy

• A very exasperated Demoman had to get Miss Pauling to bring in heavily classified paperwork on you just to prove to him you weren’t a commie

• “Very well maggot! I’ll believe you— for now! Sleep with one eye open!” Soldier had barked, slamming down your file on the dining room table as a tired Pauling watched. You noted that the papers were upside down, and you doubt he even read them. Or that he could read

• He’s very blunt with everything. Words, actions, emotions, etc. Doesn’t understand why other people can’t just do the same. It would make conversation so much easier to him

• So he’s not oblivious to your attention per se. Just very curious, I suppose

• It takes maybe less than two weeks after the Communist Incident, as Demo had dubbed it, for him to corner you

• “Maggot! Do you find me attractive?” He demanded

• You’d been eating breakfast at the time, and almost choked to death on your laughter at the question

• “Short answer, yes.” You gasped through wheezy laughter, the volume only increasing at the frown on Soldiers face. “Follow up question; is that really how you just asked if I had a crush on you?”

• Nods and booms back that he thinks you’re also easy on the eyes. Proposes the idea of doing a training course with you sometime. Breaks out into a crooked grin when you accept

• “Excellent! I expect you up at oh five hundred for the course tomorrow!” He saluted you, which was Soldier equivalent to a bone crushing hug of respect

• You returned it, and missed the way his eyes crinkled with happiness behind the brim of his helmet

𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜

• Always so consumed in his work that he probably just ends up finding out from Archemedies

• The birds had always been allowed to rest on your shoulder while he performed risqué experiments on you, acting as a distraction from the feeling of someone sifting around in your guts

• I guess the dove had picked up on one too many looks you’d tossed the ex-doctors way

• To this day, no one can understand how the two of them can communicate, but one thing leads to another and suddenly Medic is looming in your doorframe silently

• “What’s up, doc?” You’d greeted him with a Bug’s Bunny quote and a grin. Medics lips only twitched up slightly as he pushed his glasses back up the brim of his nose

• “A little bird told me zhat someone has a crush, ja?” He barreled right into the topic, leaving no room for you to prepare for the sudden accusation. Medics scrutinizing gaze didn’t miss the way your eyes glanced in the direction of his lab, no doubt silently cursing Archemedies

• “No need to fear, freund.” He unclasped his gloved hands from behind his back and approached you. “I simply am here to offer you a deal.”

• Turns out the deal was a chance talk over cheap beer in his office. Pretty rare, considering how much of his time Medic chose to dedicate to work

• “I’ll take it.” You shook his hand, briefly noting how large it seemed even when compared to you

• “Vunderbar, mein schatz.” Medic smiled gently, leaving you to wonder what he had just said

𝐒𝐩𝐲

• There is no hiding when it comes to this French fuck

• Spy immediately picks up on every glance. Every chance of avoided eye contact and unnecessary clearing of a throat

• Suddenly he seems to be a lot more talkative towards you than normal. Hanging out by your side at gatherings rather than a dark corner with cigarette smoke curling around his head

• Fleeting touches slowly begin to sprinkle themselves in between conversation. A hand on the shoulder here, and a brief touch to the pulse point there

• The first time he did the latter, he noticed how fast your heart was beating and couldn’t stop himself from letting out a slight chuckle

• If he was nicer, Spy would definitely take action and approach your first. In fact, sometimes he almost finds himself wanting to

• But the man knows how people work. If you truly wanted to pursue him, you would come around eventually. No point in making rash decisions. He was a patient man, after all

• A small part of his ego preened at the thought of making you work for it

• And come around you did eventually did

• Finds himself opening the door to his smoking room one late night only to be met with the image of a very frazzled looking you

• You rush out something about a date too fast for his ears to catch. Spy is simply too busy letting his eyes roam over your casual cloathing and slight fidgeting. The crooning of an old French record plays from behind him as he blinks down at you

• “Would you like to come in?” He finally sighs out, opening the door a little wider in the form of an invitation

• By the time you manage to get inside, you notice he already had a wine glass set out for you

[miintsprigz]

Hello!! What would Spy, Scout, and Engie be like with a s/o who is startlingly good at voice impressions?

Dang, Anon, kept ya waitin’ long enough?

Thank you for your patience! I hope that this brightens your day.

Gonna do bullet points for this one just because I think it’ll work better. Apologies that this one isn’t as long, this is a really creative prompt! I just didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer. 💚

Mercs With A S/O Who Does Voice Impressions

Characters: Spy, Scout, Engineer (Team Fortress 2)

Warnings: none come to mind

Spy 🥖

•Spy discovered your hidden talent one day when you were asking him if he wanted to accompany you out for a quick grocery store run…on what happened to be a rather rainy day.

• “(Y/N), mon bijou, as much as I love being around you, the rain will—”

• “… ‘ruin the new shoes I just got, and I can’t have this suit getting wet either’.” You’d been working on that one for a while. Spy stared at you, actually slightly slack-jawed.

• “…pardon?” “Didn’t know I could do that, did you?” “…no, no I did not.”

•Honestly? He’s just a little jealous. That was kind of his thing? I dunno, man just wants to be a bit special.

•That being said, as you start implementing this into your talks with him more and more, he finds it to be yet another quality that makes you lovely.

•He’ll tease you at times. “How can I be sure you aren’t an enemy spy?” You laughed at this, resting your hands on his shoulders. “I dunno, do these feel like the hands of an enemy spy?”

•Biting back a laugh, he shakes his head and pulls you closer, dipping you into a kiss. As he draws back, he smirks. “And those feel like the lips of my love…very well. You must be the real one.”

Scout ⚾️

•You actually first utilized this ability of yours as a hail-mary during a fight. Scout was close to bringing the briefcase to safety when the enemy Scout suddenly charged.

•Seeing this, you looked over at Heavy, hoping he would be okay with this. “‘GOOD TIME TO RUN, COWARD!’”, you mimicked. Instinctually, the enemy Scout flinched in terror. Giving yourself just enough time…

• “Heavy! Thanks for the help, man.” “Scout, I was not over there…” “But I heard you right behind me…” The gears in his head visibly turned.

• “Oh! That would be (Y/N). They are very good at that.” Jeremy’s mouth dropped open, only to immediately curve into a huge grin. “(Y/N)…for real??? Do it again!”

• With a proud grin, you obliged. “‘(Y/N) can sound like giant man!’ See?” Scout howled with delighted laughter.

• “Whoa-ho-ho, that’s freakin’ SICK, (Y/N)! Why didn’t you ever show me you could do dat?” “I dunno, it never really came up in conversation.”

•From that point on, he’d ask if you could “do the thing” all the time. You almost always agreed, his reactions were the cutest. He’d actively show it off, with your permission.

• “Yo, my baby here, watch ‘em. …ain’t that cool?!”

•Scout was actually pretty decent at impressions himself (you already know where he got that from), and sometimes the two of you would go back and forth for a while, cracking yourselves up.

•There came a time where you rolled your eyes at one of his requests. That seemed to make him a little nervous.

• “Hey uh…(Y/N)…do you want me to stop askin’ you to do the voices?” “Huh? Oh…I mean, if I’m tired, maybe.” “Arright…I know you’re probably sick of doin’ it, but I just think it’s so cool.”

•You giggled. He looked all lovestruck even now. “I’m glad you think so~” “You really are the coolest, babe, you know that? All around. I’m the luckiest guy in this whole place.” “Awww~”

Engineer ⚙️

•The first time you did this, it was to try and mess with Dell just a little.

• “‘Needa dispenser here!’” “Scout? Where’d you need that dispenser?” “I have no idea whatcha talkin’ about.” “What? But I just heard ya!” “Hardhat, I wasn’t even over there!”

•You only got away with this a few more times before he caught you midway through. His head turned quick enough to see your mouth moving.

•With the way his goggles and hardhat covered up some of the more expressive parts of his face, you couldn’t tell if he was genuinely mad or not. “(Y/N), that’s you doin’ that, ain’t it?”

• “Yeah…” Your face flushed slightly with embarrassment. “…sorry. Got carried away.” Shaking his head, the serious expression began to break somewhat, chuckling. “Ah, no harm no foul, I s’pose. Just uh…not while I’m workin’, maybe?”

•With a smirk, you mimicked him perfectly. “‘Alrighty, partner.’” “Hoo, that really is uncanny, ain’t it? How do you do that?” Holding a finger to your lips, you snickered, and you could tell he was rolling his eyes at you.

•A week or two later, while you were on break, you heard him calling you. “Engie?” Following his voice to his workshop, you looked for him. He was nowhere to be seen in here…but you’d sworn his voice had come from here.

•Looking down, you saw a new machine on his desk. Looking closer, you saw a speaker.

• “Checkmate, darlin’!” With a hearty laugh, Engie leaned in through the doorway. “Okay, you got me…” It was your turn to roll your eyes, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

•The two of you actually would utilize this on the battlefield if you had the energy for it, getting the other team mixed up. Both of you got quite the laugh out of it.

•He never really asked you to do any of that on your own time though.

•One night, he even took you on the side after using that technique. “Hey, (Y/N)…you know I love hearin’ you as yourself more than any of your impressions, right?” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

•Laughing, you rested your head against him. “Yeah, don’t worry, I know.”

• “Alright. Just wanted to make sure.”

[rorichuu]

Hello Rori!! <33

May I request Sniper, Medic and.. hmm, maybe Scout or Pyro with comforting the reader?

To be more precise, if it's alright:

Reader is sweet and always trying to keep everyone happy as well as the vibes up around the base- always making sure everyone is appreciated and cared for, but maybe they're starved for affection themselves? Maybe they're afraid of being too overbearing or 'bugging' everyone. So one day they go up to (merc) and ask if they're being too much and that's when they get comforted? Maybe some comfort cuddles and such- whatever you think suits the character!

A drabble would be preffered, please!

-@simp999 ♡

(Also, thank you for being so kind and sweet to interact with!! I'm so glad I found your blog- lots of respect for all the effort put in as well!)

shy away ; mercs x reader

pairing: sniper/medic/scout x gn!reader

authors note: hello! and thank you!! your words mean soso much, i love this ask!! - also i apologize for posting so late :(

disclaimer: none! pure fluff, mentions of spy/engi in scout's. :)

SNIPER:

The battle neared its end, BLU considerably pushed back this time around and it was unbearably visible. Y/n was shooting around; running up to any merc who needed the assistance they needed. Sniper took a seat at the table in the rec room, observing you. You had just gotten water for Heavy and were conversing with Demo, his slurred mouth pouting from their loss as you kindly spoke praises to lift his mood.

Of course, everyone noticed how sweet and considerate you were, it was your best trait... and they appreciated you deeply for it. But Sniper had always wondered if you had been taken care of all the same.

As the room began to file out, you let out a heavy sigh, knowing you did the best you could. Sniper stood, making you turn your head; you send a smile at him. "Didn't notice you were here," you say. Sniper nods, sending a small smile in return. "I have some water I grabbed from the supply room. I know today was... rough. Is there anything that you need?" You asked with your eyes pointed up with question. The New Zealander shook his head, shifting the rifle on his shoulder.

"No, roo. I'm alright," With his head tilted down, he about walked off before you opened your mouth; the sound of you shifting your shoe against the pavement lifted his ears. Sniper looked behind him, eyes on yours. You stood small, shoulders low, and eyes the sweetest he's seen. His eyebrows furrowed now. "Well, on with it then..." He spoke, turning his body to you.

"Am I too much sometimes?" Sniper was caught off guard by this. "Like, when I'm always checking it... I can understand if it's annoying or overbearing when I'm always asking." With every word you spoke, Sniper felt his heart sink just a little bit more. The team needed someone like you. They needed your tender heart when the battle was unforgiving. Your gentle hand when the rough of the gun scarred and tore theirs. They needed someone like you.

Sniper huffed, walking over as he placed both hands on your shoulders, leaning to meet your eyes. "You've never been," you gulped, feeling your cheeks warm. "You mean more to this team than ya' believe, mate." You dip your head to hide your face, Sniper smiles before wrapping his arms around you.

"This is… nice." You laughed as you melted in his hold, comfort washing over you.

"You deserve the care and attention just as much as we do."

. . .

And as time passed, he rubbed your back as you held him. Frequently, he'd sway, but only to find your eyes closed. Sniper then took that as his cue, one hand on your shoulder and the other taking his hat off. The Aussie laid it on top of your head, leaving you looking up at him.

"Let’s go watch a movie.”

MEDIC:

You were helping Medic pick up, politely asking where goes where and what does what... curiosity always found in the dusted books and pristine tools that scatter his room. It was nearing the end of the day; time had settled and nearly everyone was asleep. The clock is sung at 12AM, letting you know it is time for you to head to bed as well.

You have always helped clean up and provide assistance to those who need it... especially with Miss Pauling. Always lending out a hand when it's needed. The day was long, the mercs were exhausted, and you sure as hell were too... but you could always get sleep the next coming hour, right?

Medic let out a hefty sigh with a rub at his temples, your instincts kicked in. "Medic?" You hummed in question, the man looking up with tired eyes.

"Ja?" His voice croaked, his eyebrows now raised with inquiry. As you started to place his surgical tools neatly on his steel table, you began:

"Are you alright?" You look up at him, and the man huffs a small smile. His, then leaned stance, against his operation table was left to approach you.

"Yes, mein freund," (my friend) he puts a hand on your shoulder as he takes the rest of his tools from you. "Go get some rest. You need your 8 hours!" He chirped despite his sluggish posture, not convincing you enough. You noticed the eyebags that slumped, the movements that slowed, the yawns that escaped... undeniably, he was tired.

"Well... what about you?" You ask, leaving Medic slightly confused as he turns his shoulder, glasses falling to the tip of his nose.

"How do you mean, Y/n?" You take a deep breath and cross your arms. Medic raises an eyebrow, his free hand pushing his spectacles up to their original place.

"You should get some sleep... I can pick up the rest. I know it's been a tough week, so I can help!" and in response, Medic's lip quirks humorously. "Really, I can!" As much as you try to persuade him, he doesn't budge.

"I know you can," fondly, he looks at you. "But doctor's rules, Y/n." He walks past you and continues to aid to his unkept office. You were left biting your lip, hands clasped together in front of you as you continued to let your mind race. Perhaps you were pushing Medic towards something he didn't want? Maybe he was annoyed with your continuous advances of lifting the heavy load of his job... what were you to say about what he can and cannot do?

With a knitted brow, your mouth gapes open with the intention to speak. "Hey," you nearly whispered, intimidated by your own question. The German man's head pops out from his desk, a small 'Ja?', making you aware of his reply. "Am I too much sometimes?"

"Wie bitte?" (Excuse me?) Medic, caught off guard entirely, lifts from the floor with his palms leaned against his workspace. You swallowed hard, his tone higher than usual.

"Like... when I try to help or ask if you're doing alright," you timidly voiced. "I understand how it can be draining with my constant check-ups and stuff." The doctor sent you a small smile, whether you saw it or not with your chin tucked close to your chest... he let out a laugh, walking towards you with both hands now placed on your shoulders. You look up at him, cheeks flushed with his sudden hold.

"As a doctor, nobody checks up on me. I'm always delighted by your check-ups, Liebling." With every word he spoke, your lip curled into a pout, your heart softening. Medic patted your head. "You always do the best you can for everyone, but remember to take care of yourself, ja?" Suddenly, Medic is met with a breath-losing hug. Though his chuckle is shallow, his arms wrap around you just as tightly.

"Thank you."

"No," he shakes his head, hands now cupping your face. "Thank you!" He cheeses, leaving you a small laughing fit of his big smile. "You're help is always deeply appreciated, schatz." (Treasure).

Coo

"Ooh, even Archimedes thinks so!"

SCOUT:

Scout was... undeniably, very beat up. He groaned and whined as you gently pressed alcohol swabs against his injuries upon his arm. "Ow! Y/n, is this really necessary?" You sighed, throwing the swab in the trash and retrieving a large bandaid in turn.

"Yes, Scout... I can't have you getting infections or something, it's a pretty big gash," You spoke as you placed the wrap on the lower part of his elbow. "I can't have you whining all hurt like this."

"And Scout, please keep drinking your water."

The man scowled as he took a large sip from his cup, the swirly straw found from the back of the cabinet in the kitchen. (Scout likes the swirly straw, wink wink... but tell no one.)

. . .

As time passed, and Scout continuously cursed at the sting of the alcohol... he was finally all patched up. You lifted from your arched position, back cracking as you stretched. "Alright, you're done." You huff in exhaustion. This boy knows no boundaries when it comes to the battlefield...

The Boston boy leaped from the couch and placed his cup down, water splashing out with a plat; Scout was thankful he was done. "Are you feeling okay? If not I can get some painkillers, I bet Medic has some..."

"Y/n! C'mon man, I'm good!" His balled fist hits your shoulder playfully, rolling his eyes as he checks out the bandaids on his arm. "Stop worryin' over little ol' me, it'll save you from getting greys... take Spy for example! He's just as bad as Engi being a helicopter mom... god, how did they even become a thing."

You chuckled softly, hand holding your shoulder as you listened to him ramble on again. For as long as he talked, he hadn't realized you weren't listening, your eyes spacing off. The boy tilted his head. "Y/n?" ... "Y/n!" Your head perked up at the sound of your name.

"Hm? Yeah?" You hummed. Scout read you like a book; your hand placed at your shoulder, spacing off, sad face... that's 'anxious Y/n face'; he somethin' was up.

"You good? You seem kinda off." He asked, furrowed eyebrows as he leaned forward... arms crossed as he looked you over to see if anything was upsetting you.

You shook your head, waving a hand as you backed away. "Oh, yeah! I'm good, just. Oh, just thinking." You turned and immediately started to pick up the first-aid supplies and his half-finished cup. But before you could lift the glass from the table, Scout's hand surrounded yours to keep the cup where it was.

"Talk to me."

Scout was a sweet boy. He may talk a lot, and may not think much of what he says... but when he knows when to listen, he does. You take a deep breath, pulling your hand away from his. "Do you ever get annoyed by me? Genuinely..." You ask, biting the inside of your cheek nervously. Scout blinked.

"Huh?!"

"Well, you know what I mean!" You exclaim in response, shrugging. "Y'know I'm always making sure you're alright and if you need anything... people can get annoyed when I'm always checking in." You frown, and Scout places his hands on his waist now before approaching you.

"Which people?" He asks and you tilt your head.

"Wha-?" Your nose scrunches in confusion.

"Which people find you annoying when you check up on 'm?" There was a moment of silence, your head slowly lowering in thought. The boy lifted his hand and tapped your chin, motioning for you to look at him. "Y'know I'd beat them up in a millisecond if someone said somethin'!" With a swift lift of his arm, he flexed. You huff, worry still washed over you. Scout eased up, turning to slump down on the couch. He patted the seat next to him. "C'mon, sit."

You sighed and followed, sitting down next to him, only to have an arm wrapped around your shoulders... You were now leaning completely against him. Scout shook you slightly. "You really don't know, do ya?" he finally speaks, your head turned to look at him. You blink. "Oh boy..."

"'Oh, boy,' what!" You frown, your heart picking up a pace as you tense in his hold. The Boston boy chuckled.

"Everybody loves your help!" He chimes, looking up at you brightly. "You remember the other day when Pyro was yabberin' off about something?" "Yeah..."

"They were upset because they messed something up on their drawing. They immediately thought of you, Y/n." Your heart begins to warm.

"Oh, and Spy needed your help on whatever the hell he was doing. Kept saying, 'Where's Y/n? Where's Y/n?' It was like he was a broken record, pfft, embarrassing."

"That was... you, Scout." Your lip curls into a smile, and Scout blushes.

"Well, whatever! Moral of the story," he waves his hands in a dramatic flare. You chuckle. "People love ya! And we're always there for you as you are for us." He pats your shoulder as you lean against him once more. "But that also means you gotta take care of yourself too... you're just as important. Ya always will be."

Sniffle.

"Aaalright, c'mere," swiftly, Scout grabs the blanket from the arm of the couch, wrapping you up. "Take a nap, Y/n. You deserve it."

And you did. With a warm heart and a proud Scout, life was pretty good.

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rorichuu!

[cluelessatthispoint]

Ougjsjs, I beg of you some platonic mercs(yandere if possible) with a Pyro reader who likes to bake. They just making cute bread while the mfs in the background fighting for a cupcake

Say no more my dear anon! As a baker, I would literally die of happiness if anyone was fighting over anything I made.

Platonic Yandere Mercs x Pyro Reader

~~~~~~~

The smell of vanilla extract and chocolate chips wafts through the air in the kitchen deliciously. Being one of the only people on your team who can use a stove properly, it's only fair that you would make yourself a sweet treat whenever possible. No treats for Scout, no matter how much he pleads and begs.

The recipe for sugar cookies lays crumpled on the counter surrounded by bowls and dirty spoons. The mixture of butter and eggs that you spent forever beating by hand has formed stiff peaks a while ago. The glittering white, sweet crystals mixed with the golden yolk of the eggs always was your favorite part of the recipe. Turning to the side to grab the flour, a pair of warm hands playfully pat your shoulders before a warm Texan accent fills your ears.

"Well now, what sorta goodies are ya makin today firecracker?"

Rolling your eyes at Engineer's nickname for you. The memory of him first using that nickname of "firecracker" for you was one that ticked you off. Scout being the little nuisance he is thought it was funny to light some firecrackers in your room first night you slept in the building.

"Just baking some sugar cookies Engie. If your lucky and you help me mix in the flour and the rest of the ingredients, then maybe you get yourself a cookie or two." You find yourself saying with a grin as you pass him a wooden spoon.

No stranger to being in the kitchen. The Texan smiles, a small fluttering in his chest at the sight of his favorite coworker so at ease.

"Well now darlin, sounds fair to me. Now scoot yourself on over and let me mix while you preheat the oven."

The twinkling of mirth in his baby blue eyes have never dulled, even in the heat of battle. Even now, in the kitchen the way his rumbling drawl stresses on some syllables and cuts off on others is so distinctly characteristic of a Texan accent.

"You know, the rest of the boys are gonna go mad if the don't get a taste of what your bakin."

"Hah! Well too bad, if they're not here helping me, then they won't get any." You retort with a cheeky grin ad the conversation ebbs and flows between you both as if you've known each other for years.

"Hmm sounds good to me." He say with a grin as he starts to mix, measure, and pour the different ingredients with laster focus. The look on his face that is normally reserved for his contraptions in his man-cave is now fully displayed as he scowls at the recipe.

"Dont stare too hard Engie, I don't want my recipe bursting into flames." Your comment earns a hearty chuckle from the older man. His crows feet growing more noticeable as the time goes on.

So lost in your haze of yummy smells and friendly banter, you don't notice the extra hands that help out with the dishes, or the large hands that gently scoop and measure more flour for the next batch. Before you know it, in goes one batch of sugar cookies into the oven, and out comes another batch ready to be cooled.

"Heya Firecracker! You made this recipe?" Scouts voice seems to raise above the gentle din, easily catching your attention.

Looking up from the mixing bowl in your arms, the sight of the team all around the kitchen island smiling and having a good time with each other makes you smile. Just like family you think. And believe it or not, they think of you the same way.

~~~~~

Tada! Let me know what yall think. I hope I wasn't too vague with my writing. I feel as if I should include more details in my writing sometimes. :)

[the-blu-engineer]

I want you.

Ah well, that's definitely not what I was expectin'. But thank you. I think? 'M glad ya find me attractive.

[mail-me-a-snail]

but you're the next best thing.

surprise surprise. more blu engie. head in my fucking hands. based on more conversations with @necro-hamster because we r both so ill about engie and the stark difference between his soldiers

crop and textless under the cut

[sparkly-sediment]

Tf2 Mediscout headcanons pt 1

This was requested! If you have any little tf2 desires, my asks are open, as are fanfic commissions! Feel free to dm

Personally this ship awakens a beast within if you catch my drift

It started off just like the others. No jarring attraction, no electricity, no 😩🫦💦. Just two dudes who are now very weird coworkers

Medic def has a type and Scouts fit the bill. Skinny lanky boy toy! During various experiments and totally inconspicuous injections (he told Scout it was penicillin) he notes the slender frame and the lean muscles but he is a professional after all

Scout, however, is not

He’s initially unnerved by Medic and attributes it to the threatening, could-vivisect-you aura, but the tightness in his chest when Medic comes too close or Scout catches a hint of his french cologne isn’tfear

They work fairly separately for a while. Yes, they live together, but they also live in a chaotic team of nine with very different jobs. Their conversations aren’t close like Medic and Heavy or Scout and Sniper

Different peers groups yk? And with the age gap, Scout isn’t exactly knowledgeable in whatever the fuck old people talk about

Scout isn’t a little bitch. He got his ass beat as a kid, so he could handle a bloody nose or split lip, and going to the med bay means close contact with a man who makes him feel funny (like, more than any chick ever had), so Scout keeps out

Medic doesn’t like that. Medic usually corrals someone onto the operating table, and Scout becomes his main target. The others don’t mind since they aren’t being sliced up but there are a few comments between Engineer and Heavy about it

They aren’t uncomfortable, but they notice. No one had made it weird so Engie wasn’t about to do so and neither was Heavy. They just notice an uptick of scout/medic conversations, the two bumping into each other a bit more, and the brutality of experiments on Scout decreasing

They’re highkey jealous LMAO who knew the doctor wouldn’t hurt you if he thought you were hot

Medic starts insisting Scout come in the med bay more. That doesn’t last long, because Scout quickly starts going on his own will

“I uh, need a bandaid” absolutely bitchless and unsure of himself it is pitiful! Medic finds it endearing

By this point Scout is aware he finds Medic attractive but is repressing the shit out of it. Internalized homophobia, tragically.

The way Medic towers over him, with his broad stature completely enveloping Scout haunts the runner and Scout starts having some silly little thoughts he just can’t control

During fights with BLU, he watches Medic haul the medigun and really starts spamming E ifykyk

What if Medic was rough with him? What if Medic held him down, or pinned him against the wall? Scout can’t help the images that pop into his head despite his best efforts, and he really can’t help the flush his skin takes when Medic touched him or speaks in a low tone

Scout is folded like a five dollar lawn chair and foolishly thinks he’s hiding it well

Medic knows and is toying with Scout like a cat. Bats at the mouse, holds his leg a little too long after looking at Scout’s ankle. He backs off and acts like there’s nothing tense about leaning over Scout for something on the counter

Medic is surprisingly chill if he’s in his element. Find him in the med bay, cleaning or tinkering with something fleshy, and he is really just vibing. If you’re Scout sitting on the counter watching, then Medics dropping knowledge of the human body

Medic exercising his intelligence sends Scout into heat highkey. Boy has no idea what the fuck he’s talking about but damn those hands that accent the big words!! He is desperate!!

Apologies for the set up rather than active relationship head canons. I’ll post some getting together, fluffy, and maybe nsfw headcanons for this pair!! Didn’t want a too long post and am tbh exhausted 😜

[prettyboypistol]

How the Mercs Like to be Topped || TF2 x M!Reader +18

You see that 18+ and read more tab so minors fuck off

Scout

If you can actually convince him to bottom, he LOVES to be babied

"Good boy, Jeremy." "Oh come on darling, breathe for me?" are his FAVORITE

Caress him, kiss him, love on him!!! Scout loves the gentle touches and reassurances. You know he's always a little worried about bottoming, so you alwasy being there for him greatly eases his worries.

Yeah he'd like you to be a little rough and manhandle him, but you know he's far too flighty to handle a rougher touch. The most you'll do is pull his hair and push him deep into the mattress.

Soldier

Same hesitantcy as Scout, sees it as "unmanly" to bottom. (brother you are dating another MAN). But unlike Scout, Soldier loves to be ordered around in roleplay.

His favorite is commander/private with you acting as a drill sergent. Replace spanking with pushups!

Prefers no penetration but is open to blowing you/touching you/grinding

Isn't opposed to being hit with his crop but y'all haven't gotten there yet.

Pyro

Pyro likes to be on the bottom most of the time, but the dynamic you two have is that you must be blindfolded to not see them without their suit.

You two are actually really conversational about your sex life and open about each other's boundaries. Pyro likes to be topped and cared for, but they are massively uncomfortable being seen.

They love to be praised and gently guided as they worship your body. Pyro guides your hands to their hips as they ride you, from the noises they make, you know they're wearing the mask.

Bro this mf gives the most IMMACULATE head you're convinced under the mask is a tentacle mouth.

Demoman

Y'all do a coin flip to determine who tops lmao

The dynamic doesn't really change much between topping/bottoming unless you guys plan it beforehand to be kinky and even then the kink is just like, mild bdsm

He loves how playful and nonserious you are during sex, it puts him at ease. Tavish doesn't think sex should be all that serious, it should be fun!

Doesn't mind a bit of roughness around the edges, especially when you grab him by his face and demand he looks at you when you two are kinky. Instant bust.

Engie

Just a matter of personal preference- he likes to top more than bottom, but he isn't completely opposed to bottoming once in a blue moon.

He'll never admit it, but Dell loves when you "seduce" him in his workshop when he's working, especially since nobody comes around to hear how loud he gets.

Dell likes when you tease him a bit for being so loud! Call that cowboy a whore!!!

Secretly enjoys the shame of being filled up with cum and having made a mess of himself.

Heavy

He didn't think he'd like it at first, but the feeling of you spreading his legs and filling him up was fucking amazing.

Mikhail loves when you bite/mark him up! He can take the roughness of haphazard thrusting and god he loves it when you lose yourself inside him.

Watching you try to dominate him is adorably hot to him. That isn't to say that he thinks less of you, but the situational cuteness of a man smaller than him actual all macho-

Although, seeing you so serious and dominant is rather sexy. Heavy had always liked the serious types in bed.

Medic

Medic is so down to let you top, especially when he's feeling rather fiendish and coy. Sometimes he wants to be pushed against against a wall and taken as he playfully resists is just what he needs to destress.

Ludwig is so fucking down HORRENDOUS for you beating him the hell up during sex. Slap his face. Tie his hands up. Edge him and drive him insane.

If you're not feelings rough that night, Ludwig also enjoys the loving and languid sex that just takes joy in your company.

choke this bitch. do it.

Spy

Yeah he's a vers, but the vulnerability of letting you domtop would be too much for him. If he bottoms for you, you're the one begging for him.

Watching you hungerly look over him, seeing the lust in your eyes turns him on more than he can describe.

Handcuffs are a favorite of his, especially when you struggle against them to beg to touch his hips as he rides you.

Secretly fucks himself to fantasies of you ravaging him and ruining his pretty and put together facade.

Sniper

Whatever gets his rocks off the best is what he's down for.

When you fuck him, expect your back to be marred with scratches and your shoulders riddled with bite marks and hickeys.

Mundy is suprisingly whiny after a good while, eventually breaking to growl and whimper for you to "just get on with it, you fucking tease!"

Likes to go multiple rounds and has the biggest libido out of all the mercs. He's a self-aware needy man and will give every alleyway and storage room a once over when you two are walking together.

[multiheadcanons]

TF2 MERCS ARGUING

scout: scout wins arguments because he talks so fast you can’t keep up. will ask fifty questions and as you’re answering the first one he’s demanding answers for the other forty-nine. he would be an almost admirable debater if it weren’t for the fact that he won’t slow down, shut up, and hear the other side out to formulate a rebuttal; but because he essentially refuses to do so, he misses vital information in the argument.

soldier: soldier doesn’t argue. soldier gives orders and you either follow them or are insubordinate and will be treated as such. he has no interest in arguing why he’s right, just know he’s right, shut the fuck up, and do what you’re told. honestly, if you’re at a point where you’re arguing with soldier; you fucked up somewhere in your day to lead you there. it’s not like soldier is telling you to disarm a bomb. okay, well he might be, but you could let the damn thing explode and he’ll take that! most of his orders are so boringly easy to follow, even when you think they’re not; that you could ignore them and they still get done.

pyro: pyro doesn’t argue unless they’re getting blamed for something they know they didn’t do. then it is a court trial. gets very heated very fast, and ends up throwing their hands up and stewing like a child. they’ll take the blame, but they’re not happy with anyone about it. it’s better to avoid them at that point, because then they’ll argue with anyone. it’s hard to break through to pyro when they feel like it’s them against the team. those are their buds, and they don’t like getting blamed for things they didn’t do. they’re willing to take accountability, but if they didn’t do it then they didn’t do it.

demo: demo is one of the better mercs to argue with because he will at least give you an opportunity to state your case, and if he finds fault in what he did he’ll admit it. but if he didn’t, then that’s all that arguing out the window. he’ll tell you to take it somewhere else. the only people who get no mercy is medic and spy, because he knows they just like to argue when they’re bored. he’ll tell you scout did it if it gets you off his back with an argument. he already fights as a job. he has no interest in fighting for fun.

heavy: heavy’s mean when he argues. one of the few times he curses and hurls insults directly at people. but again, if you find yourself in a position where you’re arguing with heavy, you fucked up somewhere in your day to lead you there. heavy is an easy guy to get along with, he is a man willing to communicate. so to bypass all calm means of communication and bring him a problem by arguing with him will get you called a dumbass, a fucking idiot, a pathetic moron; especially because he keeps receipts and alibis, so if you’re accusing him of something you better have undeniable proof it was him. and if you are stupid enough to argue with him in public you’ll regret it. if he doesn’t elect to make you cry outright as he harshly shuts you down, the growl in his throat of him telling you to shut it should be enough to frighten you into turning that into a private conversation.

engineer: do not argue with this man. he gets in your face, he is insulting, he is condescending, he’s flat out wrong half the time, and even when he’s right it does not justify his behavior in the slightest. arguing is a blood sport that isn’t about right and wrong. it’s about domination. and it’s a sport he’s very good at. that is, if he doesn’t gaslight you into thinking that your issue with him is actually an issue with yourself. there is a reason anyone who associates themselves in any way with engie have nothing but positive things to say. he is not a man with a survivable bad side.

medic: see, is it arguing if you’re not even sure you’re arguing? don’t argue with this freak either. it’s the most fucked up game of metaphorical poker. you see his face in flashes, the momentary sneer, the brow furrow, his lips very clearly pull down, but you blink and his face is neutral again. he’s making scathing claims in an even more chipper tone than normal. then he laughs. but the room is tense. it’s easier to back out of an argument with medic than it is the other mercs, because the air around medic is normally so intense that you truly never know where exactly you stand with him on a given day, so it’s easier to go “actually doc, you’re being weird. i’m gonna go.”

sniper: a relatively normal guy to argue with. he groans, he grumbles, but he listens before he shoots back. however, the second he gets whiff that you’re wrong, or he thinks he’s worn you down enough that you’re willing to admit you might be coming at the wrong person sideways, he’s an opportunist with it. he’ll hit you with that “this is why we double check our sources and don’t believe random shit we’re told, dumbass”. he is also very fast to back out of an argument the second he gets the thought that he might be wrong. it’s an immediate argument ender. he says “oop— nope i’m wrong, im sorry.” and will quickly find somewhere else to be that is not in your line of sight.

spy: it depends how you start the argument that is going to determine how spy argues with you. if you come at him aggressively, he won’t even entertain it. “don’t you lecture me with your thirty dollar haircut.” he uses insults you know you’ve heard from the other mercs before. but they sound so natural coming from him that it’s hard to know who got it from where. he will cut you down in ten words or less every time before he just cloaks and comes up missing. a calmer approach will let him be more open to what you’ve got to say, but at that point is it even an argument? because spy argues for fun. he doesn’t do it for anything less than fun, and he’ll corner you somewhere, or alienate you in a room and ask you a question he knows is going to piss him off just to argue with you. and he pushes. he’ll test your patience with it. and you won’t know (because you’ll be too busy trying to get your own emotional state under control) but he’s having so much fun. sometimes he forgets he works with men, and pushes (particularly the doctor, with a shorter temper than anyone on the team will accurately recall) to the point where it’s a physical fight.