#tf2 imagine

[engiebabey]

No idea if you're still doing requests or not but can I ask for little Pyro and (also little) reader having playdate or a tea party it would be nice

this is such a cute idea i want to have a playdate with pyro :(

warnings: none!

Thinking carefully, you eye out the perfect place to stick your last sticker on your dresser drawer, your tongue sticking out of your mouth as you analyze the surface.

Just as you're about to put it on, you hear a knock at the door to your room. "Who is?" you ask, not wanting to be distracted from your task.

"Huddah huddah!"

Hearing the muffled exclamation, you instantly jump up from your spot on the floor, rushing to open the door. There stands Pyro, holding on tight to a bunny plushie as they greet you with a little wave.

"Py!" you shout, wrapping your arms around them. Pyro hugs back with one arm, the other occupied by the bunny.

"Mmph mfph mmph mh!" they squeak out from behind their mask, and your eyes light up, a little gasp let out.

"A tea party? Right now? But 'm not even in a good outfit.." you trail off, looking down. "Help me pick one out?" you ask Pyro, who claps and squeals in response.

You fling your closet door open to reveal the plethora of outfits, from overalls to pants to hats. The two of you begin flinging articles around, trying on different combinations.

Pyro adjusts a wide-brimmed sunhat on their head, adorning themselves with a large trenchcoat before twirling, earning a giggle from you as you approve of the getup.

"Okay, now my turn." you shove on a pair of pants you stole from Medic, way too big on you. They slouch down as you reach for a Hawaiian shirt you've discovered crumpled in the back, bright orange and covered in a palm tree pattern.

You both stand in the mirror, admiring yourselves and spinning around and around in your new clothing, feeling accomplished.

"Mmfph mh mph mmfph!" Pyro mumbles out, grabbing on to your hand and all but dragging you down the hallway to their room. "Mmph mfph!" They push the door open to their living quarters to reveal a circular plastic purple table, surrounded by matching chairs.

Each of the chairs are filled with a stuffed animal friend, save for two empty ones on opposite sides. The center of the table is covered in miscellaneous cups, different sizes and shapes, filled with mystery red liquid.

You gaze to the floor to see several empty, somewhat crushed cans of Bonk! soda. "Did you take those from Scout?" you ask, giggling, and Pyro frantically nods their head, tugging on your hand to lead you to the table.

They pull out a chair for you "Hmmph mmph mfph hmph!" Pyro says as they pull out a chair. You curtsy at them, using the wide legs of the pants to stretch out, then sit politely in your spot.

Pyro sits giddily in the chair opposite of you, and the both of you hold your pinkies out as you take sips from the bubbly substance in the cups, Pyro's hitting their mask and dribbling down the front of their suit.

You both laugh and begin chattering with each other in British accents between fits of giggles, enjoying your tea party. Pyro tells you about all the bugs they've caught, and shows you one in a jar, and you tell them about your large collection of stickers, pulling one from your pocket and placing it on their forehead.

Suddenly, you hear a voice from the hallway.

"Aye, has anyone seen where my Bonk! went?"

[5eraphim]

why is there something so intimate and almost erotic about the idea of taking care of him while he's messy, tired, hungover/still fucked up, you know what i mean? like, i want to treat him like a little baby bird, this impossibly precious fragile thing. and he needs soooo much help getting out of his dirty clothes and into the shower, you have to stay practically glued to the hip with him to keep him from falling asleep or accidentally hurting himself.

like, "ahahahahaaaaa washing vomit out of your hair all alone tonight gorgeous 😍???"

itd be almost impossible to tuck him into bed too bc he's so needy and clingy, he needs something warm to hold or else he can't sleep. you reason you'll only be in his bed for a few minutes and he'll be out like a light. and to be fair, that does happen, but by the time he's out Demo's wrapped himself around you, forcing you to stay in place, and feeling the heat of your body against his. when he's asleep like this, he could practically sleep through a hurricane.

[web-spinning]

Same anon as a second ago, just noticed you already did a first kiss with medic lmao. If you don’t wanna write a second one but with that specific scenario could we just get medic confessing to the reader who is his best friend, and also has feelings?

Medic confessing his feelings to a best friend reader.

The little white dove cooed as you ran your fingers down its back. You smiled, leaning deeper into the chair you were sitting on as the bird sat down on your lap. Ludwig had called you here about half an hour ago, but immediately after you entered his lab he fled the scene. Excusing himself that he needs to quickly get something from the common room of the base. Time seemed to run quickly, and you were getting impatient. Why would he want you here if he’s busy? You inhaled. Maybe the logical part of you wanted to leave, but you were a bit too biased about him. You just liked this mad doctor. At times he was a bit reserved of course, but you knew that side of him that was caring and lovely. Well not fully lovely,you could say he tried his best though. 

Lately he’s been a bit more distant. He used work as an excuse for his behavior, but it was hard to believe that. It sounded like he made that up. You knew he didn’t have many missions lately. Something else was bothering him, you just couldn’t figure out what. 

Finally, the lab door opened wide and Ludwig’s figure slowly revealed itself onto the dull light of the room. He closed the door behind himself, and walked over to you. You noticed he wasn’t handling anything. 

- Sorry for keeping you waiting. I couldn’t find it anywhere.-He said, fixing the glasses on his nose. You curiously looked at him. 

- Why would you call me here?- You asked, standing up. The dove flew off your laps, landing on the man’s shoulder. 

The man gulped and shooed the bird away. 

- You might want to sit back down.-He said. You tilted your eyebrows at him,but did as he suggested. 

An awkward silence filled the room for some seconds, before Medic deeply sighed. 

- There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…- He paused, thinking of what to say next.- It’s a bit odd. I won’t be surprised if you don't like it. 

You just nodded your head as a sign that he can continue. 

- Well I can’t keep it in anymore…I like you. A lot actually.-Ludwig finally admitted. Your jaw dropped for a moment and your eyes went wide. This doctor? This mad man who seemed to have no human feelings? He likes you? 

You stood up from the chair to get a better view of his face. He seemed a bit anxious about the fact your reply was taking so long. 

- Huh, that’s odd cause…-You looked for words, trying to not make it even more scary for both of you.- I guess I like you too. 

His face dropped at first, but then it lightened up. He looked at the ground for a moment, then back at you. 

- Now what?- He asked you. You uncontrollably let out a chuckle. This man, around 40 if not more of age, was asking you how to settle a relationship. That was kinda cute though. 

- Have you ever read Jane Austen? Now the main characters kiss.- You said, earning a lighthearted chuckle from him this time. 

- Very smug, mein lieb.

[pope-neuro]

Tf2 Mercs as Birds (Mostly parrots)

Scout:

Scout would be a budgie! They’re really small and constantly zoom around with energy. They literally never stop going.

Soldier:

Soldier would be a bald eagle. This pretty much speaks for itself.

Pyro:

Pyro would be a cockatiel! They are known to be very sweet birds to the people they’ve bonded with, but they can also go absolutely nuts at the drop of a hat. They’re also known for their fiery red cheek circles! They are capable of mimicking human speech, but the words they’re saying can be difficult to make out unless you’re the one who taught the phrase. They’re also my favorite bird akdjidebieeheh

Demo:

Demo would be a macaw! They have large personalities and are very strong physically. They are also very sweet to the person they’ve bonded with. Not to mention that macaws are the pirate birds! Macaws are iconic as hell!!

Heavy:

Heavy would be a Hyacinth Macaw! This species of parrot is the largest in the world. They have massive beaks capable of destruction! However, they are considered to be very gentle despite their size.

Engie:

Engie would be an African Grey! Greys are considered to be one of the smartest parrot species and the most capable of mimicking human speech. They also tend to be pretty calm and low key compared to other large parrots. Idk they’re just really smart and really polite🥺

Medic:

Medic would be an umbrella cockatoo. They’re one of the smartest parrots, but more importantly, they are ALL FUCKING INSANE. They love screaming gibberish and whipping their heads around while screaming said gibberish. But! They are EXTREMELY sweet and clingy with their chosen person.

Sniper:

Sniper would be a wedge-tailed eagle! They’re native to Australia and have some of the best eyesight out of any species on earth. They are also solitary compared to other birds, who live in flocks usually.

Spy:

Spy would be a black banded owl. Owls have feathers that are specially designed to allow the bird to fly in complete silence. Its prey never sees it coming from behind until it’s too late! They’re also solitary birds that prefer to work alone unless they’re with a mate.

[mundymundy]

Can you write how the support class show affection to their s/o. love your writtng! Sorry if this is already requested.

support class love languages

There’s no denying that Medic loves to talk. He doesn’t have much of a filter and enjoys a stimulating conversation, so Words of Affirmation would be how he shows love to a partner. He doesn't believe in insincere flattery so you know he means every word when he praises your work in the field or boasts about you to the rest of the team.

As for recieving, Medic appreciates when you spend Quality Time with him in his operating room. Of course, most of this time is spent laid out on the table with your organs in bowls, but details, details.

Sniper is the most touch starved man you'll ever meet. Maybe it's all the years he's lived disconnected from everyone around him, but he finds himself craving your Physical Touch. He pulls you to his side, leans against you with his full weight if he wants your attention, rubs your shoulders, arms, hands.

Mundy isn't the best with words, but his heart melts when you give him Words of Affirmation. He doesn't see all the good things in himself you do but he likes to hear about them. Smiles later on when he remembers the things you've said.

Spy is a very busy man but he somehow always has time for you if you want to talk or just be near him. Quality Time with you is the best part of his day, but he'll never say it out loud. He'll take you on expensive trips, bring you to his favorite resturants both to impress you and share a part of himself.

Gifts. Just so many gifts. If you even glance at something through a window, it's yours. Don't test him. You can ask him to cut back, but when it's an appropiate occassion, he'll go all out to compensate for the gifts you've denied.

[uwuowotf2waslife]

Alright hear me out. How would Sniper, Engie, and Demo react to being cornered by someone on the enemy team after losing a round, but instead of killing them, they just pull them into a kiss then walk away?

Sniper

Engineer

Demo

[tf2-hellhole]

If the mercs were to have any pets what do you think they would have( aside from medic and his doves) (and I hc spy has had a poodle at some Point in his life)

Scout:

He doesn’t have a pet yet. I think he grew up around one or two pitbulls, and he definitely wants one when he’s no longer doing mercenary work. He’d probably get a Staffy and a Boston Terrier (he says the terrier was an ex’s dog, but he bought it himself because he thinks they’re cute. Don’t tell anybody.)

Soldier:

He’s very happy with Lt. Bites and the rest of his horde of raccoons.

Pyro:

Doesn’t have a pet yet. Wants either a fluffy dog breed like a Shiba Inu or a Pomeranian, or some kind of cat. Probably ends up getting so many pets you’d think Pyro can’t care for them, but they’re all very, very well cared for.

Demo:

Has a huge Bearded Collie named Conall that lives with his mom. They’re best friends and he treats the dog like a big baby. He’d like to get a bird someday too,  but he doesn’t plan on getting one just yet.

Heavy:

He doesn’t have a pet yet.He’s more of a cat person, so he’d probably get a Siberian cat breed. He also likes Borzois quite a bit.

Engie

He doesn’t have a pet, but he really loves his parents’ elderly Golden, Patty. He’d like to get some kind of smart working dog like a Golden or a Lab. He’d also like to get a fish or turtle of some kind.

Medic:

I think he’s tentative to get them because of his birds, but I think he wants a pair of Rottweilers. You’d think he wants to use them as guard dogs, but honestly he’d spoil them both like they’re royalty.

Sniper:

He’d like to have a little dog friend some day, but for now he’s happy with his owl.

Spy:

He has an elderly, very fluffy Chihuahua named Charlotte. He loves her very much and he’d do anything for her.

[kangaroo-sniper-imagine]

Mercs and makeup

Would let their girlfriend do their makeup on them for fun, no questions asked:  Pyro (over their mask), Soldier

Would let their gf do their make up for fun, SOME questions asked: Engie, Heavy

Does their gf’s makeup and is weirdly very good at it: Spy, Medic

Does each other’s makeup and then shows off to the team: Scout, Demo

Watches gf do her makeup but will never touch it for any reason: Sniper

[tf2-hmmm]

What would happen if s/o can't understand some of the mercs' accents? 😂 would they slow down when talking?

finally done, here you go :)

Scout

His ma used to remind him to "talk slowa" for his pa as a child. Even his pa couldn't keep up before.

Give this man his bonk beverage and his words per minute will double.

One time he casually asks them a simple question: "Wheah dow you want to gow fah suppah tonight? It's six-fahty.”

If his S/O truly wants to keep up with the conversation, they better be honest and ask what some of his phrases meant.

He does appreciate being asked, cause it means that his S/O is actively listening. Unlike most of the members in his team. At some point, he’ll become self-aware of how fast he talks.

The way he responds to his S/O next is determined by the current topic at hand. 

When the topic is serious, he’d gladly repeat himself for his S/O, but slower this time.

However, when the topic isn’t important, he’d use the opportunity to mess with his S/O. They shouldn’t expect a direct answer from him at this point. “Why? Does my accent sound that good? Maybe you just like hearing me talk.”  If there are other mercs around, they'll find the scene between the two endearing or sappy.

Soldier

If the other members from his team constantly misinterpret his clear message (usually Heavy and Pyro), he gets annoyed.

He is the type to speak loud because he hates repeating himself, but when it's his S/O, his treatment of them is entirely different.

When his S/O inquires, he asks which part they don’t get and attempts to explain it to the best of his ability.

They can always rely on him to give them a straight answer.

Tones down his voice reserved only for his dear cupcake.

Pyro

Most of the team members tried their best to understand their verbal cues. They opted for the arsonist’s non-verbal cues instead.

They stopped trying to communicate verbally long ago, but they're glad their S/O never gave up.

The only three people able to comprehend them is S/O, Engie, and Spy.

S/O does most of the translating for the team, but there will be times they misinterpret Pyro too.

Having a very expressive body movement, they will draw objects or do sign languages that are related to their point to get it across their S/O.

Will use fingerspelling when the message they’re passing to S/O is urgent.

Demoman

When his S/O wanted him to repeat his previous stories, the way he answers will depend solely on the question: How much alcohol did he consume?

1-4 bottles: Is still articulate with his words. Paraphrases his earlier ramblings and takes the time to use common words for his S/O. Still sober. 

5-8 bottles: Shows signs of being a wee bit steamin. His Scottish accent thickens. Will tell more additional side stories and compliments S/O before fully recounting his previous ramblings. Does a lot of hand gestures. Struggles getting back on the topic.

8-XX bottles: He tolerates his alcohol extremely well, but at this point maybe his S/O is better off asking him when he's sober. But he may never remember what the topic was about.

Heavy

He has basic knowledge in English, enough to be understood by his S/O. Calls S/O his pretty little flower.

When his S/O got confused by his statement, in his mind, he pauses to reword everything from Russian to another language. His knowledge in his mother tongue is complex, which is why it takes time for him to process everything in English.

Not a shy learner. His S/O can guide him to construct his sentence and correct him. Once he hears the word, he keeps it in mind. He isn’t afraid of being corrected when using new words.

His fluency towards S/O’s language gets better each day, making him able to process his sentences faster. 

Also planning to impress his S/O by learning to flirt in their language. He learns from his private lesson with Spy.

Engineer

In his usual conversation, there will at least be one technical jargon included in his sentence.

If that’s not confusing to his S/O, maybe his Texan accent and slang will.

Will apologize to his S/O as soon as he catches himself slipping uncommon terminologies.

Will only notice his S/O not being able to keep up when they’ve gone fully silent for at least a minute.

His experience in teaching back in his younger days made it easy for him to explain some Texan phrases to his S/O in layman’s term. If his S/O still doesn't understand him on the first try, he'd be eager to attempt again.

Among the mercs, it's Engie the S/O will learn from the most. The longer they stick with him, the more his accent also sticks to his S/O.

Medic

His speech is easy to understand, but when the topic between him and S/O is related to his hobbies (aka. experiments) he gets into an excitable mood. In his manic state, his accent becomes harder to understand to his S/O.

One of his pet peeves is to be interrupted by the listener so they can ask mundane questions. Soldier's the #1 repeat offender of this.

S/O will have to listen to everything. By the time he finishes, his S/O will have most of their answers.

At the back of his mind, he includes S/O's confusion as part of his tally for his statistics. He's been keeping count of the phrases that make him hard to understand.

May have tried different ways of telling a story to S/O so he can know which tactic is understandable to them as part of his social experiment.

Sniper

Most of the time, it’s his mumbling of various phrases the S/O would ask about.

His reaction with S/O's confusion to his phrase/accent will depend if he is currently speaking to them personally or professionally.

If S/O is speaking to him in his free time, he either makes his explanation simple to understand for his S/O, or makes it even more complicated. Explaining things is not his specialty, but his S/O can make it easier for him by asking more specific details instead.

When they are currently working with him, all they’re getting from him are short responses. His current priority is somewhere else. He’d tell his S/O to save some of their more complex questions after the battle.

Spy

When the topic at hand is serious and complicated to S/O, he’ll excuse himself to smoke a cigar. He'll think of a better way to reiterate the information.

When he’s ready, the explanation he makes will be a detailed one for his S/O. If his S/O is multilingual, he gives their other language a try and hopes his S/O finally understood him. (also secretly does it to impress them)

Also, he’ll curiously inquire which part of his accent made him unclear to his S/O. After all, part of his job is to be an eloquent speaker and report any intel.

[engiebabey]

AAAAAA your fics are so cute!!! :D I rlly loved ur babysitter scout hcs, I was wondering if I could rq a oneshot of scout finding out that reader regresses? :> /nf thank u!

—@little-t-rex-boi

of course!! i love writing for him (i say that abt all the mercs tho teehee). regression age is not mentioned but it's somewhere between 2-4! reader uses sippy and a pacifier. this was a little shorter than i wanted it to be so i'll probably expand on it in the future!

warnings: use of pacifier, use of sippy cup

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Today had been great. You had spent the afternoon chilling around the base with the other mercenaries, as it had been a day off from battle. The opportunity for rest was always a great surprise, and you just had to take the chance to use it to its fullest

Evening was approaching quickly, though, and you were starting to regress for nighttime, a habit you found yourself slipping into. You were small enough that you had stopped talking in full sentences and had opted out of playing poker, instead choosing to watch as the men gathered around the table competitively.

"Hey, ya sure you don't wanna play?" Scout asked, noticing that you were quieter than usual. He didn't want to make you feel left out. "There's always room for one more, ya know."

When you shook your head "no" instead of giving a real response, he raised an eyebrow, but turned back to his set of cards anyways. He could tell something was up, but chose not to mention it in front of the others.

Eventually, you toddled off, not wanting to fully regress with the rest of the team present. As you retreated to your living quarters, you retrieved your paci, humming to yourself as you sucked on it and pulled out your coloring book to play with.

It had only been a half hour until the team was done with their game, and Scout was suspicious on where you had gone off to. He slunk past the others to go looking for you, standing in front of your door for a moment, taking a deep breath before knocking.

"Uh, hey Y/N, don't tell me you're sleepin' already, it's only 6pm!" he says from the other side of the closed door. When he doesn't get a response, he tries again, "You in there?"

Gently, he pushes the door to find it unlocked, swinging open. There you are, sat on the floor with a pacifier in your mouth, scribbling nonsense onto a picture of Pinkie Pie, making little noises.

When you hear Scout come in, your head whips around, but you make no urgent move to cover yourself, too regressed to care. The both of you stare at each other for a moment, his eyes dropping to the different aspects you've got around you before speaking again.

"Y/N.. you alright? What's all this?" he asks. No answer again, you just coo and look at him with round, curious eyes. "Okay. Whatcha doin'?"

He sits next to you on the ground, pointing to your pictures. "You, uh, like drawin'?" He's unsure what to say, not wanting to upset you. However, you seem perfectly fine and happy with yourself, so he rolls with it.

You gently start to grab for his hat, your little fingers gripping the brim as you tug at it, wanting it. "Whatcha doin' kid, you want my hat?" he chuckles, taking it off his own head and setting it on yours. "That's pretty cute." he says aloud, looking at you with your pacifier and his hat, blinking up at him.

You pat your own head, now covered by his hat, and reach behind you to curate your sippy cup. Using two hands, you hold it up a little too close to Scout's face, speaking for the first time in a few hours. "Juice?" you mumble from around your paci.

"You want juice, kiddo?" he smiles softly, taking the cup from your hands. "Alright, let's go get juice." He stands up, shaking his hand for you to grab. When you clutch on to only one of his fingers, his heart melts.

"Big brudder," you mutter, following after him as he leads you to the kitchen. He stops for a moment, reeling at the fact that you called him that on your own.

"Yeah, toots? Ya need somethin' else?"

"No," you shake your head, "Jus' like you, see." You point to the hat again. "Match."

"Yeah, kid, I see." Scout gives you a toothy grin, placing his free hand on your head and ruffling it a little.

"Just like big brother."

[5eraphim]

traveling priest Engie 🥵✝️🥾

content warnings: priest kink, smut, gender neutral reader, stomping, heirophilia

Think about being bare chested beneath @fatgumsurpremacy-remastered ‘s traveling priest Engie who is wearing his dirty heavy-duty work boots while he crushes your sternum against the floorboards to “press out your demons”. And there’s nothing but a rosary around your neck, arms bound behind your back, feeling the oxygen crushed from your lungs every time he applies a little more pressure. Your mind starts to go a little fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, you could swear you feel tears in the corners of your eyes from the strain, but you aren’t entirely sure, and you’re starting to see black spots, but you can still make out the smug look on his face leering down at you, as he presses almost all his weight square in the center of your chest with one foot, the other right at your side. Your head forced to stay perfectly upright, looking at him.

You can feel your naked skin taking on the imprint of the sole of his boot, the dirt marring your chest, while you wonder what it would feel like for him to move his foot from the center of your chest to between your legs. He’d oblige if you asked, but at the moment you’re unable to do anything but cough and wheeze, trying your hardest to rush oxygen back into your lungs while Engie smiles and continues to use your chest like a welcome mat. The Texan, a little on the shorter side, known for such a welcoming disposition coming off as lethal and intimidating, making you feel so powerless, and utterly at his mercy in this moment. Would he make you kiss his boots after this? Who were you to say no?

Perhaps before he lets you up and undoes your arms he’ll remove all the weight from your chest and give you just a moment to catch your breath. Before taking his boot and letting just the weight of his foot rest over your esophagus, knowing how sensitive the thin skin is compared to the thicker flesh of your chest. The threat of impact is enough to make you freeze, the feeling of ice in your veins making the sensory experience all the more intense as you stare up at Engie, his compassionate smile never once wavering. 

“You’ve got the loveliest voice honey, and you’d never ruin it with blasphemy, would you? It’d be a real shame if something were to happen to this pretty little throat of yours.” 

[web-spinning]

Since everyone got in their feels over the merc’s S/O dying in their arms request, I want to ramp the feels up to twenty and politely request the mercs accidentally seriously hurting their S/O in a battle.

A/N- Decided to do only Scout as a short story, because I have too many ideas for all the mercs and this post would be 20k words long if I did them all. However, let me know if y'all would be up for the rest of the mercs in this scenario. And since it's a prompt, you can use it as one! Have fun making Jeremy hurt.

" Tragic End "- Scout x S/O prompt

Tw. Death.

It was not supposed to look like this. He just wanted to shot that Soldier-bot that appeared behind their back. He just wanted to save them. He wanted to protect them.

Now there was no them.

He remembered how adrealine pulsed trough his veins as he pulled the trigger of his scattergun. His aim was almost perfectly set on the robot's head. First shot made it, but the robot didn't fall down. Jeremy bit his lips.

He was about to fire again, his finger on the trigger, when he felt something hit his back. He fell to the ground, yelping. Without realizing, he shot.

Suddenly, the battlefield was filled with a slight scream, and then silence. Even the robotic sounds dissapeared.

Scout looked up, and saw where the bullet hit.

Right between their eyes.

He opened his jaw in disbelief, breathing in deeply. He didn't understood that this was happening. When he snapped out of the trans, he looked behind. A metallic Spy laid on the ground next to Jeremy's feet. It wasn't functioning, probably already "killed" by one of his teammates.

He exhaled, and immediately fixed the weapon in his hand, putting himself up to his feet. He ran up to them, hoping that he can still help.

They were laying there, still warm. Their eyes were wide open, filled with some tears that were slowly stroking their cheeks.

Jeremy wanted to crouch, when he heard robotic limbs behind him. He turned around to see the Soldier-bot.

He wanted to snap, yell, kill that stupid pack of metal, but felt himself go numb in the face of danger. Luckily for him, a sharp sound filled the air, and the robot fell to the ground with a hole in it's head.

- Thanks Sniper...- He mumbled to no one but himself, taking another deep breath. Immediately after that, he turned back to them.

He crouched down as he felt tears appear at the corners of his eyes.

" I killed them...I killed them " the voice in his head kept on repeating as he took them on his lap.

They were dead. They weren't coming back. And it was his fault.

His whole body started shaking, as he started sobbing uncontrolably and whispering out apologies.

With a soft motion, Jeremy closed his lover's eyes shut, and then burried his face in their shirt, which was stained with blood.

- I killed them...

[pope-neuro]

Hey y’all my ask box is open!! Ask me stuff!!!! You can ask about OCs, headcanons, whatever really!!

[mundymundy]

Hello!! Can you do general relationship headcanons for engineer, scout, and demo? Thank you and I hope you’re doing alright ^^

—engie, scout, and demo relationship hcs

This man is premium husband material, I’ll tell you what.

Dell is the sweetest man you could ever ask for. Caring, attentive, respectful and completely devoted to you. The honeymoon phase never ends with Engie — he’ll still be just as hopelessly in love with you as he was on your first date decades into the future.

He always drops whatever he’s doing when you need his attention. His work is important, but you’re always his top priority.

Dell doesn’t think he’s any good at expressing how much he loves you with words, so he prefers to show you through his actions.

First off, he’s the perfect gentleman. He takes care of you any way he can; having supper ready on the table when you come home, fixing things before you even think to ask him, a well-timed hug when you’re feeling stressed — even flowers if he’s noticed you’ve been down lately.

If you decided to return the favor by cooking for him or some other meaningful gesture, he’ll be so happy he won’t know what to do with himself, despite a nagging voice in his head insisting it’s his job to take care of you.

Engie puts a lot of pressure on himself to do the best he can to help the team so you’ll often find him wide awake in the middle of the night, the kitchen table transformed into a work bench because he just couldn’t sleep without fixing this one little problem with the sentry. Thankfully, it doesn’t take much to convince him to come back to bed.

Just be good to him. It's what he deserves.

Scout was smitten the moment he saw you, but he tried his best to hide it to protect the “tough guy” reputation he thinks he has. It was painfully obvious to everyone, including you, that he had a major crush on you because he would not. Leave. You. Alone.

He has no idea how to act when he has serious feelings for someone beyond being a (hopefully) lovable nuscience.

But once he decided it was time to buckle down and ask you on a real date, he surprised you with how sweet he can be.

He just wants to make you laugh, no matter what it takes.

His ma raised him right so all that energy is focused on you and being the kind of guy you deserve.

He wants you to meet her and his brothers as soon as possible. Despite all the problems he had growing up with so many brothers, they're the most important people in his life and their seal of approval would mean the world to him.

And just like Jeremy knew they would, they absolutely love you and brought you into the fold. His mom is so grateful her boy found someone who can keep up with him.

Scout wants to hold your hand 24/7. He thinks it's a cute way to show everyone you're together and he'll actually get a little upset if you have to let go.

Tavish knew he was going to marry you before you were even together. He wasn’t afraid to tell you, either. If it was anyone else, it would’ve been extremely off putting, but he was just so sweet that you were flattered instead.

With you and only with you, he’s a huge softy.

If someone messes with you, they’re messing with him. He would fight anyone for you.

"D'ye want me t' kill that guy fer you? Cos I'll totally kill tha' guy fer you."

Very much blindly in love with you. In his eye, you can do no wrong and he refuses to see any of the flaws you have. They simply do not exist.

Tavish will absolutely dip you in his arms for a surprise kiss — but there’s a 50/50 chance he’ll drop you if he's been drinking.

Speaking of alcohol, he's twice as affectionate after a few bottles of scrumpy and gets even more shameless about it. He'll have you sit on his lap and won’t care who's watching while he covers your face in playful, slightly sloppy kisses.

Tavish always has an arm around your shoulders for support but also so he can have you close.

He was completely shitfaced when he told you he loved you for the first time. You were trying to get him into bed when he started going on about how perfect you were and that you were a saint for putting up with someone like him. You knew he meant every word.

[uwuowotf2waslife]

Great Lake Imcident

or how 9 adults had to survive on pop tarts and booze for 2 weeks

Our lovely maniacs were based in Coldfront (somewhere in Buttfuck Ohio) and because there was a heavy snowstorm, the fighting was called off.

So...they did the most logicall thing and all went to the Great Lakes (im not american so i guess Ohio and the Great lakes are close?idk), for vacations and whatnot.

Everybody was chilling,that fatefull evening, vibing to the sounds of Spy and Sniper trying to win at a staring contest and Pyro playing the piano.

Heavy and Medic were enjoying a intense chess game when Soldier of all people bursted through the entrance door with a real green felt poker table screaming at the top of his lungs that they would be having a poker night.

So they all brought whatever chairs they had and well, began the Poker games.

Scout passed out an hour and half, after being yeeted off the base because he tried to look at Enginners cards. He didnt loose much but just his dignity, since the others didnt bother opening up the door, so the madlad broke into Snipers Camper and squated with Pyro. They played uno and draw dicks on his kitchenette, and then fell asleep at the floor because they are feral.

Spy was the first to loose his temper. How a man with a questionable IQ can and does win all the rounds and with such a pokerface. He tried to throw hands but Engineer picked him up and threw him at his smoking room

-Spy we know you big mad, but you can't try to facestab a man because he plays his carda good.

Demo went to the bathroom. He passed out at the urinals, with his pp outside. Spy had the creativity to draw extremely realistic drawings of pornography allover his body, incuding his Pp.

Medic lost all his money and started betting on his clothes. He lost them all and had to use Demos forgotten beanie to hide his Medick

Engineer got mad. Like really fucking mad. Heavy had to restrain him for a good 10 minutes. Then he was placed right next to Heavy and spent the rest of the night squished between Heavy and Sniper.

Sniper at some point got bored and left. He went to the commonroom and found a documentary about Sea Life on the Tv. He just chilled there untill Spy came, said nothing and fell asleep next to him. Now he aint a simp, but he gave his jacket as a blankie to baguette man.

At 3 am only Soldier and Heavy were still playing. Everyone else was either passed out drunk, except Medic and Engineer who were trying to make blueprints for a robotic eye that can see through hands and see the other side of poker cards.

Heavy got bored but was determend.

He lost

He yoted the table off the window

Apologised

Then went to bed

Next day, they all wake up and realise Soldier gave all their money to some hicks that lived close to the place they rented

Twenty respawns after they all decided

A. Medic put some clothes

B. Spy stop cuddling sNipEr rHats GaY brO (they may or not have done the diddle while the others were fighting)

C. Yall calm down who in the heck drew pornography on Demo

D. Spy you are a bastard man

E. Boys, we are broke as shit and we have booked this place for 2 weeks. Please sniper do you have twinkies in your van? Yes, good

D. Fellas...the menu for the week is twinkies, whatever Sniper or Heavy hunt and booze.

And most importantly

Never give Soldier Money even if he won them fair and square in Pocker.

Then Sniper found out about his Van....

Thirty respawns later and still insist on night patrol with the machina for every night of their vacation.

Pyro just vibed while they as at the hicks house. They were nice people.

They gave him some good mexican food and all the sweets they wanted given he didnt rat out were they lived.

Jokes on them, they burned everything to a crisp when they realised they were doing Meth. They even called the police, after of course they dissapeared and went back to see how the gang is doing.

[tf2-hellhole]

Random Imagine I Just Thought Of

Imagine coming home after a long day. You’re exhausted and you haven’t gotten a chance to eat much today. But worst of all, your merc has been away for months on a tour of missions. You’ve felt so lonely without them, and it’s been taking it’s toll

You drop your things at the door, but immediately stop when you hear movement in another room. You back toward the door, thinking there’s an intruder, but then your merc appears in a room’s doorway

He practically lights up when he sees you, and he’s holding a bouquet in his arms. He hurries over to you to hug you; Maybe he’s one of the more energetic mercs like Scout or Pyro, and he literally runs into your arms, and maybe he’s calmer like Engie or Spy, and only briskly walks over to pull you in against his chest.

He pushes the bouquet into your arms and helps you with anything you’ve brought home, happily explaining that they finished their tour early. As soon as they’ve put everything down or away, he pulls you back into a hug and presses a loving kiss to your lips. When he pulls away, he tells you how much he’s missed you while he was away, and he’s so happy to be back with you.

He spends the rest of the night practically glued to your side. The less physically affectionate mercs simply stay close by, helping you whenever you need it. The physically affectionate mercs like Scout can’t stop touching you; he’s always hugging you from behind or snuggling up to you.

That night is chilly, so your merc uses the temperature as an excuse to wrap his arms around you when you two settle into bed. You fall asleep tangled together under the blankets.