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miintsprigz · 11 months ago

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Hello! I loved your mercs x artist reader! I ran into it when I started a Spy art piece a few days prior. (Spooky!) I wanted to request something! Headcanons about a (g/n) reader fear-punching the mercs out of instinct. Like, what if scout just jumped out at the reader and the reader fucking DECKS him on accident. Preferably all mercs, but if that's too much, then just Scout, Spy, and Medic. Obv feel free to ignore, but thank you for your other written pieces!

Oooh, y’all have such good requests!!!

I’ll be honest, I’m pretty sleepy right now, but Scout, Spy, and Medic are some of my favorite mercs to write for, so I can definitely write those three.

May make a part two with the others when I have a bit more energy!

I hope you enjoy, dear Anon ^^

Characters used: Scout, Spy, Medic (TF2)

Warnings: Bit of blood, stuff relating to anxiety.

Scout:

Finally, the weekend was here. It had not been a good week for you in the slightest, and you were glad that it was done. You could unwind and take it easy now.

Kicking your shoes off as you entered, you closed the door, only to be greeted with a sudden blast of noise.

“Boo!”

Without even thinking, your hand curled into a fist, shot out and struck the figure square in the jaw. About a second later, you recognized the voice as belonging to the Scout.

“Ow!!! What the—?!” He groaned in pain, rubbing the side of his face.

“O-oh my gosh, Scout…I, I’m so sorry…”

He curled his lips inward for a second, biting them. Jeremy wasn’t mad at you—truly, he wasn’t, although it hurt crazy bad.

His first reflex when punched was to punch back…but he wasn’t going to punch you. Never you. So he had to freeze for a second, taking a deep breath, rolling his head to the side.

You kept apologizing, hands starting to shake a bit. Quickly, gently, he reached up and took ahold of one of them, gently squeezing his fingers around the back of it, tapping them almost rhythmically against your skin.

A small smile made its way to his face, shaking his head slightly.

“…ya know, if I was just getting back here, and someone jumped out at me…I think I’d slug ‘em too. You’re okay, (Y/N)… I’m sorry I scared ya.”

You wanted to cry for a second, and he could tell. Pulling you in quick, he brought his other arm up to hug you quickly.

“You okay?”

“I-I’ll be fine, just gotta breathe…did I hurt you too bad—”

“Been hit way worse than that, doll. Ya do got a mean right hook on ya though.”

You laughed, and that helped to catch your breath.

“Let me get you some ice…”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine, I’m tough…” Reaching up to gingerly touch the spot he’d been struck resulted in a wince though.

You jerked your head towards the kitchen. “C’mon.”

“Arright, if it makes ya feel better…”

“Oh shush.”

A quiet laugh cued you in that he’d be just fine after some ice.

He was noticeably careful with you as the day went on. You could tell he felt bad, but you’d said it was okay…and if he could take anyone at their word, it was you.

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Medic:

Good word, you hadn’t been sent through respawn, but with how much your head hurt, you were starting to think that might have been a better deal than what you got.

Immediately, you sought out the Medic. If anyone could help you recover, it was him, of course.

You figured you’d just wait outside his office until he came back…not realizing he was already there. Hearing you outside, the doctor slowly, silently opened the door, and went to tap you on the shoulder.

Obviously, you hadn’t expected to see anyone, let alone feel a hand on you, and the pain had you on autopilot, so you spun around and—

“Ach!”

“Medic??? Crap—you scared me, I didn’t mean—I’m sorry, I—I just need—it hurts so bad—!”

Great. So now you were in pain after a long day, and you’d (accidentally) clobbered the only guy who could fix it! This was one of those “last straw” moments though, and Medic could tell.

“Oh (Y/N), no need to explain! Take a breath for a moment, bitte (please)! I promise I am fine…oh no…”

You tried to breathe, but it caught in your throat. His eyes were locked onto you, gently grasping your shoulders. Tears had threatened to spill down your face, and this got them falling. You sniffled, trying to keep composed.

“I didn’t mean to…”

“There there, come, walk with me…”

The two hands on your shoulders became one hand gently grasping yours, leading you to a cot in his office to take a seat.

“Where is the pain? Point. I will fix it.”

Somehow, the compassion and somewhat surprising gentleness only made you cry more, but you pointed to your head.

“Ooh, ja, after what I saw you put through today, I’m not surprised—my head would hurt, too.”

Before you knew it, a light flickered on above you, and as the machinery whirred, your pain waned and disappeared entirely.

“There! Good as new.”

Your voice broke when you tried to speak. “Doc…”

“What is it? Does it still hurt? That shouldn’t be…”

He leaned down a bit so that he was on eye level with you. You shook your head.

“I punched you…I didn’t mean to punch you, I didn’t even want to, I…I’m so sorry…”

You knew you’d calm down in a minute, but right now you couldn’t help yourself, and it seemed like he understood that. Before you knew it, he’d hugged you tightly, holding you close to his chest. Tousling your hair lightly with one hand, he shushed you softly.

“Shh shh shh…it’s alright, Liebling, I know reflexes when I see them. I shouldn’t have done that—I’ll tell you that it’s me next time, that’s all! If I can patch you up, I can do the same to myself, so…it’ll be like it didn’t even happen!”

You laughed a bit, and felt him rest his chin against the top of your head before both of you pulled apart.

Once again, his hand grasped yours, and he quickly took your other one too.

“Feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah…thanks, Medic. I appreciate it.”

“Of course, (Y/N). Of course.”

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Spy

Being a close companion of the silent killer, it only made sense that he’d scare you by mistake at some point. Without even meaning to.

You’d even imagined the scenario in your head. And yet. When it actually happened, you still weren’t ready.

Waking up after a series of weird dreams, you went to head downstairs to grab some water and hopefully head back to bed.

Standing there, with the only real light source being the tiny bulb in the back of the fridge, you grabbed a cup and filled it up, not even bothering to sit down to drink it.

Feeling someone brush against your shoulder, you flinched hard and felt your fist go up of its own accord.

It made contact, with a yelp following it.

“Ah!”

“…Spy? Oh no…”

The Spy held one hand over his nose, groaning quietly.

“Hello, (Y/N). You’re up rather early.”

“I’m so sorry, you scared me—”

There was a brief flash of realization over his eyes, and you recognized a bit of shame.

“…you know what, fair enough. I did not think that through.”

Pulling his hand back revealed that he was bleeding quite a bit. “…well, that’s not good. Excuse me.”

Spy was so…matter of fact, about this? It almost put you at ease, but not quite enough. You followed him as he briskly walked to the bathroom, having to scramble along a bit to keep up with him.

“Did I break it?”

“No, I don’t believe so. Breaks hurt much more than this.”

It wasn’t too surprising to hear that someone who was basically a secret agent had broken his nose before.

He looked over at you with confusion flitting across his face, having finally cleaned up most of the blood. Brows furrowed together, he sounded truly puzzled.

“…(Y/N), you didn’t strike me as being afraid of blood.”

“I-I’m not!” You didn’t like how sharply your voice came out, but you couldn’t seem to change it much.

“Well, what’s the matter then? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Spy, I…I punched you. I hurt you.”

“Hmm, debatable really. Punched me, yes. Hurt me? Only for a moment. The bleeding is already stopping.”

You looked at him, bewildered, and felt your face quickly heating up. His expression softened, sighing quietly as the slightest trace of a smile came to his face.

“…Mon coeur (my heart), I’m alright. Please, don’t get yourself upset over it.”

Without thinking about it, you stumbled forward slightly and hugged him. He stepped back a bit at first, surprised, but quickly followed suit, stroking your hair.

“Takes a lot more than that to hurt me. Besides, I took you completely off-guard. I’d argue you just demonstrated sharp reflexes.”

Once Spy pulled back, you realized he was still in that suit.

“Well, at least there’s no blood on your suit.”

With a chuckle, he smirked at you. “Yes, good point.”

“…Why are you fully dressed at this hour anyway? Do you sleep in it?”

Spy rolled his eyes at you. “Absolutely not. I just got back. Late night mission, you see.”

“Ohhhh…”

Leaning against the bathroom counter, a playful tone warmed his voice. “If it will set you at ease, I can regale you with the tale…”

Yes, Spy loved to talk about himself, but this genuinely did seem like it was an attempt to help you calm down. Eagerly, you scrambled to sit on the edge of the tub, playfully resting your chin in your hands as if ready to hang onto every word.

With a snort, he shook his head. “I don’t think this would be a good place for it.”

“Oh!”

Quickly, you got to your feet again, and he bit back a grin as he slipped his arm around your shoulders, heading over to his smoking room.

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prettyboypistol · 1 year ago

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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.

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scoutsbabygirl · 7 months ago

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bed; scout x reader

hey! little scout x reader blurb (540 words) i made. i haven't written anything recently but i've been reading all of the tf2 fanfics on this platform! love you all! requests/dms open as always!

you awoken to the distant sound of a metal object falling to the hardwood flooring and rolling around. the sound echoed off the edges of the room and lingered in your ears. a rude awakening you thought. you opened your eyes to face a still sleeping jeremy. his messy brown hair flicked up in multiple cowlicks in different directions. his mouth agape with a pool of drool puddled under his left cheek, where it lay on his grey pillow. your grey pillow as the bostonian sports theme wasn't really you're taste. admittedly, the redsox B fleece blanket was comfortable and easy to fall asleep under especially when coupled with the heater of a man, scout. you could see the crack in the tooth directly next to his right central tooth. quiet, little snores emitted from his vocal chords which reminded you of a small pig- they were cute sounds that comforted you back to sleep after the loud bang! from down the hall.

you shuffled around under the layers of blankets noticing the sheets crawl off his bare shoulders and upper biceps. you smiled at the freckles that dotted his pale skin like a constellation, pondering how you managed to get so lucky.

knowing that he often got cold easily, you reached over to cover his exposed skin. you could feel your eyelids getting heavy again and cuddled into his bare chest. you didn't bother to check what the time was but by assuming the metal falling- it was likely soldier trying to make something. indicating it was early. maybe 5:45 at the latest.

his arms draped over you under the covers, placing his open palm over the exposed part of your midback where your shirt had rolled up by chance. he pulled you closer into his chest with one swift motion. you placed your hand on his chest, putting your neck on the same grey pillow as him. you thought about the drool. you could wash your hair in the morning it wasn't like it was going to chemically burn your hair off.

his thumb rubbed circles on your skin, tracing little letters and shapes that you weren't conscious enough to understand or comprehend what he was trying to secretly not-so-secretly confess to you.

his body was like a radiator and it kept you warm in comparison to the cooler new mexican summer nights right outside the open window. a light draft wafted in the room, gently blowing the white cafe curtains up and down every other movement. the sun was just beginning to rise over teufort, a mix of red, yellow and orange hue being painted over the night sky that just a few hours before.

jeremy exhaled through his nose, his breath softly coming out of his nostrils which rushed over your hair and forehead. this motion repeated itself into a cycle.

"are you awake"? he inquired, his voice just above a whisper. you decided not to respond curious to what he might follow his question up with. there was a cloud of silence that filled his bedroom before he spoke once again. "seems it." he exhaled again before moving his head up a bit to rest his chin on top your head. he made sure not to put all of his weight nor pressure on you as he didn't want to harm you- especially not intentionally. "just know that i love you. you are my everything and mean the world to me, (y/n)." jeremy murmured. he sounded exhausted.

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #scout tf2 #team fortress 2 #scout x reader #tf2 scout

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lunatic-pudge · 8 months ago

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Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Platonic Tf2 crew x reader who struggles with S/H. I totally understand if you don't take my request but I think it could be good for others who see's these characters as comfort characters.

Many thanks

-Springy

Gotta be honest, I've been slacking with asks but I felt like I needed to make this one cause:

1.) I relate to it, especially since I've been going in a downward spiral recently

2.) I can use this as a chance to talk about the Mercs and their mental health as well. Not only have some of them had such terrible childhoods, but also killing your doppelganger and dying constantly in a neverending cylce has gotta be absolutely damaging to their mental health, especially the first time they respawned

So yeah, this is gonna have a huge TW on it. So please proceed with caution. If this is something you aren't comfortable with reading, please don't. Take care of yourself. <3

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Mercs and (Platonic) Reader who Struggles with Self Harm

Scout:

-Now with Scout, he'd try to be a comforting person, but it's gonna be hella awkward.

-I full believe this poor thing has some self-esteem issues, so he'd very understanding in that aspect. But as for SH, that's where he's kinda lost. Why would his best friend wanna hurt themselves? Why do they feel the way they do about life and themselves when they're such a cool person who's put up with hum for so long?

-This would definitely be one of those times where he puts his ego away, removes the cocky facade, goes from Scout to Jeremy. A boy who grew up with no Father, bullied by his older brothers, and learned that the only way to get away from his problems is to run

-He may not be good at talking about his problems, or giving you advice, but he knows how to put a smile on your face. Scout would do everything in his power to make you smile and laugh.

-He would be wanting to spend more time together as a way to help you with SH. He views it as, "If I spend time with them and get their mind off everything, then they won't wanna hurt themselves" sort of thought. I had it but immediately forgot, I'm sorry :(

-But yeah, Scout's trying. He's not good with these thing but he would genuinely wanna help you. He knows life sucks and things aren't easy. But he wants the best for you and just wants you to be happy

Pyro:

-Now Pyro is interesting to me. I fully believe that they are one of the few Mercs who self-harms, but no one knows cause they never talk about it and are constantly wearing such thick and concealing clothes all the time, even in the worst of heatwaves. And even then, if they did show skin and showed some SH marks, no one would really be batting an eye, maybe Medic and Engie being the only exceptions

-So when you come to them for comfort, they would panic. They don't like that their friend is hurting themselves and they would be at a loss for words. The only thing they'd know what to do in the moment is give you a big hug, maybe even shed some tears with you

-After some time though, Py would open up about their own SH, they probably wouldn't be comfortable with showing their scars though. If you have any fresh injuries, they'd clean you up, being rather knowledgeable on first aid care

-They would let you vent out any and all frustrations. Trying to offer help when they can, even if some of it is concerning. Pyro knows better than any other Merc with what it's like to have such a deteriorating mental health, so they'd be very understanding of how you feel and such

-They'd probably wanna trying helping each other going SH-free. Words of encouragement, being there for each other when things get rough, setting milestones and giving gifts when those milestones are reach, etc.

-There would be some bumps in the road, but Py would be the most supportive friend ever. They want the best for you, no matter what. And maybe this is even the start of them being able to get the help they need and get better

Soldier:

-Now Solly is dense. He wouldn't grasp it at first. Like, you'd say it, he'd go "Huh?", and then as you're repeating yourself, it dawns on him what you said and he's immediately springing into action.

-He's definitely got some PTSD and paranoia. You've seen how he lives in the WAR comic, and in the main comic, you see how quick he is to snap necks, accuse people of being Commies, thinking that there's listening devices around, etc.

-So with him, I see him as someone who unintentionally suicidal? I don't know if those are the words I'm looking for. Like, he believes that his whole purpose in life is to fight for his country and die on the battlefield. I don't think he could handle dying any other way. Solly's ready to give up his life for his country, at any cost, no matter what

-He's kinda like Scout in the sense that he isn't the best at comforting. He is very good at giving motivational speeches and trying to hype you up. Though, he might sound mad at you for self-harming, he isn't. Yeah, he's upset, but he's not mad

-He'd make you go to Medic to have any wounds taken care of. He'd be like a loyal dog and stay by your side, ready to fight Medic if he asks a question that might make you uncomfortable

-He would have you come to him any time you feel like you're gonna hurt yourself so he can help take care of you. He'll get you anything and everything you want, no matter what. He wants to make you feel comfortable and safe. Hell, he'd even kill for you if asked, even if you're just his friend

-If he can't be available for you, he'd ask Demo to go check on you. Demo wouldn't know why though, he just thinks that Soldier wants to make sure you're okay. But he does trust that Demo would keep you safe when he can't be there

Demoman:

-Gonna be honest with ya, Demo would probably cry if you told him that you SH. He would feel so horrible and wouldn't know what to do other than to hand you some alcohol and drink your woes away

-Demo had a rough childhood, I don't think he had ever been able to accept the fact his bio parents were so quick to abandoned him and take him back one he start honing in on his demolition skills.

-I can see him as someone who has self-harmed before (if you don't count the alcoholism), but it was only when he was younger, like as a teen. Though, you can count the alcoholism as him self-harming, cause technically he's slowly killing himself that way. He's only gonna be a Merc for so long, and Medic can only do so much. So if being a Merc doesn't kill him, it's gonna be Cirrhosis of the liver that does

-So he'd be understanding of why you hurt youself. He'd let you tell him everything, being a listening ear and offering help and advice. Afterwards, he'd take you out to destress, whether it be hitting up the bars or blowing stuff up.

-He may be drunk almost all the time, but he knows how to give good advice. He's a master at comforting and his hugs are to die for. He'd drop everything he's doing to help you if you're having a bad mental health day. He WILL make sure you're okay. He'd even stay up all night with you if that's something you need

-And my last point in Soldier's applies here as well. If Demo can't be around when you need someone, then he sends Soldier to help fill in the void. He'd probably tell Solly to check on you and make sure you're safe from the Commies or something. But even then, he and Soldier are great friends and would help each other out no matter what, even if it's heelping another friend in need

Heavy:

-Heavy may not be good with his words (in English cause it really do be a struggle), but his actions make up for it. He's another merc who will get you anything and everything you want if it means making you feel better

-If anyone knows what it's like to have a rough life, it's Heavy. Growing up in a prison cause of his Father speaking out against the government, losing said Father, having to become the man out the house at such a young age, and taking such a dangerous job overseas to help support his Mother and sisters. He knows how rough it can be

-Homie know how to be there for a person. Though, he might ask Medic for help on this situation cause he's never been one to SH so this is new territory for him. But he's trying his best though!

-I don't have much to say for Heavy. He's more of an action person rather than a word person. He's fine with even just sitting in silence and reading if that's what you want. He truly does want the best for you, even if he doesn't show it

Engineer:

-He's such a dad friend. For real for real. Where was this man when I was a child?

-He helps Pyro through their episodes so he's very much ready to help you. If you have a specifc way you like to be comforted, he's right there to help. If you need to vent, he'll take you somewhere private so you don't have to worry about prying ears

-Now with Engie, I'd say he has a decent upbringing. I don't think he'd be one to SH either. even though he literally cut his own hand off... But he really is one of the more "sane" Mercs. So while he has never SH, he know that there's reasons people do it and how to help them through it

-Plus have you heard his voice?! It's as sweet as honey. So imagine him conforting you with that voice of his! Telling you how you're such an amazing person, how things will get better, and how he'll always be there for you. For real, I'm an Engie and Sniper voice defender til the end!

-Again, in my very biased opinion, he is the BEST, MOST PERFECT person to go to for help/comfort. You know that if he can help Pyro, he can help you. He's the perfect person ever, platonically and/or romantically

Medic:

-Immediately goes into doctor mode. Checking you're wounds, cleaning up any fresh one, asking about what is causing you to do this to yourself. It's all clinically at first

-If you need any anti-depressants or anti-anxiety meds, he'll give them to you, though it will be under his supervision cause he wants to make sure you're safe. Don't ask how he got them. Just trust him

-Medic is another Merc who's had it rough. He is very well aquainted with SH. Though I also do see him doing it for sexual reasons but I ain't gonna get into it. Let's just say that Medigun comes in handy quite a bit.

-He'll become more observant with you. Paying attention to even the littlest of details. He'll become more observant during routine checkups, making sure you aren't hurting yourself. But if you do, he'll patch you up and tell you it's okay.

-He may be a mentally unstable man who will put a baboon uterus in you for his own "research" (making mpreg real) but he does mean well and will want the best for you. He'll even let you take your anger and frustrations out on a cadaver if it means you not hurting yourself

-Homie's got his doves ready to help comfort you as well. They're his emotional support animals :D

-This goes for all the support class, they're all good people to go to if it's late at night and you need someone to go to. None of them know what a normal sleep schedule is so they're perfect to go to and just hang out with them, talking or not

Sniper:

-Poor thing would feel for bad when he finds out you SH. He wouldn't even know what to say at first. Offering an awkward pat on the shoulder and to hang out in his camper

-You gotta give the poor thing time to digest all this info. He's also one that's not good with words. He'll tell you that it's gonna be okay. He'll try to help and offer some advice. But again, he's very unsure of what to do and say in this situation. He doesn't wanna make things worse or have you angry at him

-Poor baby was such an outcast his whole life. He may claim that he's used to the isolation, but god when those moments of loneliness hit, it hurts. So he definitely knows what it feels like to be lonely.

-But as for SH, that's where he's kinda lost. I don't think he's ever been one to SH. I just ain't really seeing it, to be honest. You might need to help him understand it all. Once he knows what to do to help, he's a very helpful friend

-He's always available to be there for you. You wouldn't have to say anything to him for him to know why you're there. Whether it be in his camper or his nest. It's not hard to find him

-He'll take you out on a little getaway if you want. Sometimes you just gotta get away from everything, and he's more than willing to help you with that

Spy:

-I'd say Spy is by far one of the most understanding in this scenario

-I've said it in my SWF alphabet with him, he SHs, whether he still actively does it or not, I'll leave it up to you. He's very knowledgeable in this area of life. He might show you some of his scars if he feels comfortable enough

-Definitely someone who had a rough upbringing as well. I see him as someone who grew up poor with parents who could care less for him. It is still something that effects him.

-Usually he takes the stress away with chain-smoking and drinking. Yeah, he knows he shouldn't, but with how long he's been doing it, he'd rather not deal with the withdrawls and such.

-He's good at being a listening ear and giving some solid advice. Being his age, he's been through quite a lot. He's rather surprising with how he handles the situation. He'll let you hide away in his smoking room and drown your sorrows away with some alcohol.

-Don't expect any sort of physical comfort from him. He doesn't like being so touchy with people. Just please don't touch him, okay? Okay

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bratdotcom · 25 days ago

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It Had To Be You

( Best friend!Scout x ftm!reader - watching a cowboy flim with your best friend reveals more than you think )

before you read: this fic is EXTREMELY self-indulgent and somewhat angsty. Also, this is my first tf2 fic! Be nice to me, please ♡

"Keep actin' like this, and it's gonna get you killed."

Your words ring through Jermy's ears as he tries not to react too much to the strong sting of alcohol on the bridge of his nose, his right hand balled into a fist to keep his pain to himself.

He got into another fight again. You'd think growing up with seven older brothers would teach him a thing or two about starting fights. "I'm here now, aren't I?" He questions you as you dab more of that weird, strong smelling stuff onto the cut in between his eyes.

"You are." You look away from his face to grab a bandaid from the zippy pouch you kept your bandaids in. He remembers buying that for you at a pit stop on the outskirts of town. "But," There was always an exception with you. You continue on your tangent as you place the bandaid on his nose.

"How're we gonna watch Danger in the Badlands if you have a broken nose and a bruised up eye?" You ask, a smile growing on your face when you see his face begin to light up.

Even though it hurts to smile, Jermey smiles anyway.

"Tell me you didn't."

"I did."

The back and forth between the two of you continues, and a smile spreads to his cheeks.

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

And that's when you had him sold. He wraps an uninjured arm around you and pulls you in for a hug.

"I owe ya one, bud." He says quietly, just loud enough for you to hear as you pull away.

You pat his shoulder lightly as you get up. "Gonna get popcorn. Pop the thing in for me, will ya?" Jeremy responds with a curt will do as he gets up from his spot on the couch.

His finger traces over the harsh, rugged font that titled the VHS tape. "Danger in the Badlands, huh? Can't believe ya got this with your work money." He says to himself, as if you were there. Jeremy saw you run into the bathroom to put your bandaids and all that medical crap you had lying around away. He genuinely didn't know when you had the time to buy all that stuff.

He pops the tape in with one finger. Awkwardly, he grabs the remote in his right hand, flicking on the TV.

"Yo uh, dude?”

"Hm?" You poke your head out of the kitchen, looking at him over the countertop. "How much money did you spend on this thing?" Jeremy asks, sounding a bit guilty. He felt bad for making you spend your own money. Weirdly enough.

"I rented it for a day or two. So about..five bucks? It's an old movie." You say as you toss a bag of popcorn into the microwave. "You like your popcorn burnt?" You ask in an amused tone, making the other man groan.

"You're weird, man. Nobody likes their popcorn burnt. Freak."

You roll your eyes, walking back into the living room with a bowl of not so burnt popcorn.

"What's this movie about again?" Jermy asks while you watch the movie, dipping a curved hand into the bowl of popcorn nestled between the two of you.

You give him a look in reply. He stuffs his face with popcorn as you hold eye contact with him. You love him, you really do.

"Just watch the damn movie." You say, in the most endearing tone you could muster. This shuts him up, his head leaning against the couch closer and closer to your shoulder.

Every time you glance at him, his eyes glued to the screen in awe, your own soften.

Jermy was a very expressive person, every gunshot and cock of a shotgun makes his eyes go wide as he eats up half of the popcorn bowl. You barely got in a couple of bites yourself.

He winces when the main character gets a knife twisted into his back by his supposed right hand man. His Sancho.

You were watching him more than the movie itself.

Every now and then, his shoulder would brush up against yours. Every tilt of his head brought the side of his face closer and closer to your own.

It was tempting to kiss his bruises. To hold his cheek. Tell him that everything will be okay, even though you weren't certain about that yourself. You'd get out of this town together. You wouldn't die wondering what life would be like without being surrounded by people who look at the two of you, like strays in the checkout line at the grocery store.

Tell him that you love him, idiot. Like they do in the movies.

“Promise me ya won't do me dirty like that bozo back there.” Jermy points at the screen, completely unaware that you've been staring at him this entire time.

The movie was on a still frame of the main character, bleeding out on the desert floor. A cowboy ballad plays in the background as the camera zooms out, revealing that the man was just barely on the outskirts of the town he and his Sancho promised to reach together. So close, yet so far. It felt oddly familiar.

“I promise I won't.”

The screen fades to black as the credits begin to roll. You see your own reflection in the blackened background, your face blank. That's all you could say.

Maybe one day, those words would come easily to you. Like how they do it in the movies.

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xxiamtiebrousxx · 2 years ago

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Heyo, I was wondering if you could write a medic x reader who’s a psychologist? Basically they were someone else’s(probably scouts) therapist and when medic officially meets them he just falls head over heels.

Of course! This was fun to write! Sorry it took too long though.

A Bit Crazy (Medic x Psychologist! Reader) Tf2 x Reader One shot

As Jeremy’s therapist, it was my job to help him out the best I could. I recently became a therapist. The first thing I did was buy an office above one of Teufort’s corner grocery stores. Jeremy was my first and only patient. I was still new to the job. I wanted to know more about his issues and decided to visit his workplace, which seemed to be the source of most issues. I thought it was a good idea. I was very incorrect. I wasn’t expecting his workplace to be a battlefield. I guess that’s why he had so many issues. The moment I stepped into the base, I felt the chaos radiating. I did get the feeling someone was watching me the very moment I stepped into the base.

“Welcome to my home,” Jeremy said, opening the door for me. There was a gravelly scream erupting from the kitchen, followed by the explosion of an oven. I gripped my clipboard. This wasn’t the most suitable home to be living in. There was no order or sense of sanity. “Let me take you to the room you’ll be staying in.” I followed Jeremy through the hallway. My eyes glanced around, catching every little detail about this place. There was blood smeared over a pair of doors as well as bird poop and feathers. What kind of crazy psychopath lived there? The door slammed open. A man with feathers ruffled throughout his dark hair fell past the doors and onto the ground. A few doves flew out.

“Eh, are you alright, sir?” I asked.

“Bad idea,” Jeremy whispered. “If you thought I had problems, just wait until you meet Medic. He’s a loose cannon.” Jeremy took off in a sprint. I sighed, rolling my eyes.

“Sir, are you alright?” I asked again. The man lifted his head up from the floor. He stood up and dusted the feathers out of his hair.

“Did I do it?” he asked. “Did I make it?” What was he rambling about? He patted down his chest and stomach. “Just wondering, is this heaven?” he asked. “I was expecting more angelic beings, like you, and Tom Jones.” Did he call me an angelic being? Impossible. I was human. I haven’t died just yet.

“I’m sorry, I’m confused,” I replied. “May I ask what you’re rambling about?” The man smiled. His grin seemed a bit off, like he was insane. Maybe because of this workplace, he was indeed insane.

“I attempted to reach heaven,” he said. “I need to talk to the man in charge about my soul, er, souls. I’m running out and I owe someone else a big debt.” Processing this hurt my brain. What was he talking about? “Hmm, are you sure you’re not an angel?” he asked. I shook my head.

“Sorry sir, I’m not,” I replied. “I’m Jeremy’s therapist. I’m here to help him out.”

“C’mon doc, I’ve gotta show you your room!” Jeremy shouted. His yell echoed through the hallway.

“It seems there’s two doctors in the house,” the man said, grinning. “I’m a doctor as well. It’s a pleasure to meet someone as darling as you.” The compliment sent my heart pounding. He held out his hand, which was drenched in blood. I gasped. The sight was horrifying! But I didn’t say anything at all. I grinned sheepishly and scurried away without a word. “I’ll be seeing you then!” the doctor cried out.

*>/<*

The doctor would not leave me alone. He would sit close to me during meal times and try to hold my hand. Medic would bring me the strangest gifts, like bonesaws or bird feathers.. I was not that kind of doctor. He had to be dragged off to his job by his friend, the Heavy weapons guy. It was quite funny to hear his friends scold him like he was a child. I stayed in the base while Jeremy and his teammates left to do their work as mercenaries. I did not know that until recently. Then again, Jeremy was keeping secrets from me. I planned to spend a few more days before leaving. This household, if you could even call it that, was driving me a bit crazy. There was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” I asked. My eyes never left the pages of the book I was reading. The door opened and Medic popped his head in, with a big grin on his face.

“Are you available?” he asked. I looked at the clock on my stand. It was only five in the evening. I hadn’t done anything all day and I wasn’t going to let the evening be wasted. I closed the book.

“What do you have planned for tonight?” I asked. The doctor’s grin grew larger.

“Just wait and see,” he said. “You won’t regret it!”

*>/<*

I did regret it. I held a shovel in my hand, watching Medic dig up a grave. For what reason was he doing this? This was illegal! I tapped my fingers against the handle. Dirt was thrown upon the pile Medic dug up. He hummed happily, smiling all the way. His smile was a bit cute. I wasn’t afraid to think that, but it caught me off guard that I was thinking about Medic like that. Medic was watching me from the corner of his eye. He stuck the edge of the shovel in the ground and rested his arms on the handle. “May I ask what keeps you deep in thought?” he said. I blushed, breaking eye contact with him. Medic laughed and continued to dig.

“I have no idea what you mean,” I replied.

“I saw you staring at me,” he said. “Did I have something on my face?”

“No,” I said. “I was lost in thought.” Medic pulled out a white bone from the dirt. He held it gingerly. “Ew,” I said, shrinking back from the bone. Medic smiled widely.

“I’ve been looking for this for months!” he exclaimed. “This belongs to the man’s skeleton I stole!” I shivered, knowing the story he mentioned. The food in my stomach churned and twisted around. This was disgusting. Medic noticed I was turning green around the gills. His smile dropped. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m not a big fan of bones,” I replied. “Specifically, bones from people who might still be alive.” Medic threw the bone back into the ground. He climbed out of the hole. “What are you doing?” I asked. Medic wrapped both his arms around me. I blushed a little, gently pulling away. “Uh, thanks, I guess,” I said. The hug was not comforting, but it felt nice.

“Come on, let’s head home,” he said, taking my hand in his. I followed Medic back to his car, a small ambulance which needed a good paint job.

*>/<*

The car ride back home was exhausting. I counted every street light until I reached the fiftieth one. My eyelids were drooping. I was tired and ready to crawl into bed. Medic kept glancing at me the entire drive. He smiled every time our eyes made eye contact. Eventually, he parked the car in front of the base. I watched with a tired gaze as Medic got out of the car and walked around. He opened the door for me. “Permission to carry you to bed?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I tiredly answered. I unbuckled my seat. Medic gently placed both his arms under mine and dragged me off my seat. He then lifted my legs up, carrying me like a bride. I wrapped both my arms around his neck. “Are we there yet?” I asked. Medic chuckled.

“Not yet,” he replied. He opened the door by kicking it open. Jeremy and his friends were watching TV in the living room. No one said a word. Maybe it was because Medic was glaring at them, like he threatened to rip out their souls. We came upon my bedroom door. Medic placed me back on the ground and opened the door.

“Thank you,” I said, standing in the dark doorway. “I had fun tonight, even if it was a bit gruesome.” Medic smiled.

“I’m glad you enjoyed our time together,” he said. “Would it be alright to see you again?” I laughed.

“Silly, you see me all the time,” I answered. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, looking nervously around.

“I didn’t mean that,” Medic said. “I meant if you would go out with me again.” Soft red spread around my face, slightly warming my skin.

“That sounds fine,” I replied, smiling. Medic blushed deeply. I held out my hand, which he shook. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Good night,” he said, leaning down and kissing my cheek. I watched with a grin as he walked away. He was a bit crazy and that’s what I loved about him.

Random A/n: How many of you have thought of eating your hand whole?

#Team Fortress 2 X Reader #Tf2 X Reader #Team Fortress 2 X Reader One Shots #Tf2 X Reader One Shots #Romance #Fluff #One Shots #Action #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 medic x reader #medic x reader

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aerowolf · 6 months ago

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pinned post be upon ye

PROSHIPPERS AND INCEST SHIPPERS HARD DNI

i am a minor. if your entire blog is nsfw dni. if you only occasionally post nsfw it's fine to follow BUT ONLY if you tag your nsfw so the tag is blocked

my discord is open to anyone who wants to join, legals included. i will only selectively dm legals. please read the rules as well.

find my art at @aerowolf-draws

hi if you're curious i also run @thefencertf2 and @ilikeclipboards,and @miss-pauling-in-situationsi have other blogs but those are my tf2 oc and miss Pauling asks blogs

Table of Contents

About Me

Fic Requests and Masterlist

Full fics ( non headcanon multiple part or short story style, usually also on other sites, mostly personal but occasional requested )

About

Ahoy all ! the names Jasper ! she/her and i am a minor. i am completely ridden with audhd i am so sorry.

my current main hyperfixations consist of Atla, BABYMETAL, Paramore, TV Girl, Zelda, Star Trek, XFiles, Ninjago, Atla, Lunar Chronicles, Squirrel Girl, Audrey Hepburn, ATSV and TF2

I draw sometimes I am also a MAJOR Scout simp like idk I'm mentally ill about this man please don't ask how many photos i have of him or how many times I've drawn him and definitely don't look up my tf2 art tag

Miss Pauling is girlboss and deserves the world so do Scout's Ma, Zhanna and Mags. The administrator is womanfailure and needs to die.

you can find all my future art at @aerowolf-draws

Fic Reqs & Masterlist

i only write tf2 atm. what I'll write and how to request can be found here

MASTERLIST:

romantic x reader:

the mercs realizing their s/o still sleeps with a plush

includes: Engineer, Heavy, Demoman, Medic, solo interactions | format: headcanons/story | warnings: alcohol/drinking/drunk mentions on Demo’s section, very minor mentions of cadavers, blood, saws, etc in Medic's | type: sfw fluff & comfort, merc x f!reader, physical affection, forehead kisses, pet names, established relationship

fem!reader meets scout's family for the first time

includes: Scout, Scout's Ma, Scout's brothers, collective interaction. | format: headcanons/story | warnings: n/a | type: sfw fluff & comfort, merc x f!reader, words of encouragement, affirmations, physical affection, established relationship

platonic x reader:

the mercs realize it's your bday and you didn't tell anyone because your family doesn't do birthdays

includes: Miss Pauling & Offense Classes, solo | format: headcanons/story | warnings: n/a | type: fluff

platonic canon x canon:

romantic canon x canon:

nonship:

Dadspy Headcanons

includes: Spy, Scout's Ma mentions | format: headcanons, no story | warnings: absent father/abandonment etc | type: mostly just fluff or sad fluff

FULL FICS

Army Dreamers status: complete

Scout's mother, Marie Jones, receives a letter telling her that her son, her beloved Jeremy, is coming home early from the war, riding in a pine box.

WARNING: there will be thoughts of suicide. it will not occur, and the character will be comforted.

A Study In Scarlet Dress status: ch 3/?

The tale of how Spy met Scout's Ma, and the wholesome acts of love and chicanery which followed

#team fortress 2 #help I’m not sane #I have drawn every day for four years now #Scout is my husb...s...hjgffg #ivy writes tf2 #ivy writes #my art #ivytf2art #ivy speaks #ivy asks #my tags #proship dni

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papil0nglegs · 3 months ago

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Can I request tf2 mercs with a reader who honestly looks really sweet and nice, but they're actually really blunt and rude like every time they open their mouth it's just "YOU #### ILL ### YOUR ### UNTIL YOU ######!!!"

Sweet n’ Sour 🎀

Mercs x “nice”! Reader

(pt.2)

A/n: MWAH I LOVE THIS IDEA SM. Rn I’m planning to make a fic of my own after this then I’ll be doing more requests afterwards so please be sure to suggests something I may do!!

Warnings: Harsh insults, Suggestive, Patronizing

Scout

Somebody warn him before he does some stupid shit like asking you out

At first he saw you as some ditzy babe he can pull unlike how classy Ms Pauling was, so he didn’t go to spy for you

I mean he still would’ve gotten his ass handed to him if he went to spy

“Sup princess, was wondering if you’d let me pop a soda with you and maybe you’d let me pop something else” lip bite

“..can you pop that giant disgusting pimple on your forehead instead??”

he ran to his room and began to cry, spy had some questions

“…what did you do? What did you say to him?”

“Omfg, what are you his dad? Jesus it hasn’t even been a week here and I’m already so fuckin tired of these guys god it’s like middle school all over again”

You just rambled on how annoyed you were

Oh yeah, he did pop that pimple eventually

Scout (like the child he is) went to spy because he genuinely wanted to know what he did wrong, like seriously wanted to know

“And then she friggin’ told me I had a gross pimple on my face and none of it wasn’t my fault!! I mean-seriously do chics just decide to be bitchy whenever they want?”

“Scout. You went up to a woman, a real woman, patronized her, and what? You thought she was going to suddenly want to be your ‘babe’ as you call it?”

“…okay I see how she could’ve took it the wrong way, BUT”

Spy smacked the shit out of him lol

He was so scared of you even if you did fight alongside him, he was scared you were gonna chew him up again the way you did before.

At the same time it did get him pretty hard to see you out there, something about you yelling at enemies swearing to kill them and their families just got him going

“CANT SNEAK AWAY FROM THIS AK MOTHERFUCKER”

“Uhh, I need to go take a dump or sumthin’ like dat”

He always thought about asking you out but the way you responded to his attempt at hooking up with you was enough to make hide his feelings

But you definitely weren’t one to hide yours, you quickly recognized that his dumbassery turned your laced panties into a slip n’ slide. So of course you went up to him asking to go out

“Hey Jeremy, I saw you out there bashing that heavy’s head in like it was nothing. You looked cute”

“Oh, y-yeah I mean pfft it’s what I do I mean it’s nothing special unless you think it’s sumthin’ special which I totally agree with you if you think it’s cool-“

“Shh- how about when we go back to the base I help you with some new techniques and you show me some of yours?”

Scout didn’t know if that was a metaphor for sex or if he was going to get his ass destroyed by you, but either way the answer was gonna be yes

Medic

When you first joined the team he never really expressed that he thought you wouldn’t be a good edition to the team

It only ever showed while on a mission, he’d almost never Uber you because he thought of you as weak

The first time he really interacted with you was in the battlefield he kept on using his syringe gun instead of healing the the team

You got so frustrated with him and just had to say something

“MEDIC PUT THE FUCKING GUN AWAY AND UBER HEAVY YOU FOUR-EYE BITCH” you screamed, slapping his gun way and shaking his collar

He blushed at the sight of you snapping at him, so unexpected yet so.. hot

“Oh, ja.. of course ♡”

The love in this man’s eyes compared to the hate in yours was astonishing, of course he immediately went to go do what you told him, all for you and only you

As soon as the match finished he couldn’t stop thinking about how much fury you had, he was definitely going to pocket you in the next match

It was so exciting to see you, so beautiful, yet so aggressive on the field

He’s always calming you whenever you get angry, basically this photo

We all know Medic likes to be a bit messy himself with his bonesaw, you hate it when he gets messy around you

“Ugh!! Medic! You got blood on my skirt, do we need to get your ass another pair of glasses??”

“Now now, I itz nothing to worry about my love. I know my vway around a blood stain!”

“Okay,, but if this thing is still on here by then you’re buying me another.”

He enjoys watching you get ready in your pretty outfits and makeup. Medic is well maintenance but it doesn’t compare to how long it takes for you to get ready

You defending him is his fav thing ever, he never shows it a lot but he loves it when you cuss out mercs who think they aren’t getting enough healing

“SCOUT YOU PEICE OF SHIT STOP RUNNING AWAY FROM MEDIC IF YOU WANT HEALING!!”

“Aww, y/n ☺️”

No but you guys are so cute, esp when he Ubering you

He’s always cheering you on as you tear the enemy team apart

“You’re doing well my perle!!”

“Thanks my love! WHO WANTS THEIR BALLS CRUSHED”

Soldier

As soon soldier saw you he was kinda annoyed in a way? He didn’t want to kick you out or anything but he did want you to prove yourself to him, he wasn’t just gonna let a wuss fight alongside him

He once tried to push you to your limit by making you do some exercise but nothing could’ve prepared him for how you were gonna respond

“DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME 40 CUPCAKE”

“Uh-uh I KNOW ur not talking to me bitch”

“DID I STUTTER?”

“DID I STUTTER?? DONT YOU HAVE LIKE AN EAGLE TO WALK OR SOMETHING? GO SHOVE A ROCKET UP YOUR ASS”

You continued to give him the death stare, but soldier just stood there

You guys made out hard, right there and then. He just couldn’t resist, we all know how he feels about strong ladies

After that the All-American Soldier we once knew turned into a loverboy, he lives and breathes to love you

But since soldier has the lowest IQ out of all of the mercs he tends to get you on your nerves a lot

“Soldier, sweetie!! Why are we dying so much what’s the biggie? 😚”

“APOLOGIES CUPCAKE, BUT IT APPEARS I HAVE KILLED ANOTHER SOLDIER. AND IN THE GREAT NAME OF LADY LIBERTY, I MUST BURY IT IN HER HONOR.”

“SOLDIER GET YOUR ASS ON THE POINT RIGHT FUCKING NOW.”

“..copy that”

He always straightens his back every time he’s in your presence, he always wants to show how tough he is and that he respects you

The team gets so overstimulated whenever you two are on the same mission, especially Spy. It always ends with him getting a headache

He’ll try to get you cute gifts, but sometimes what Soldier considers ‘cute’ can be um

“Yehhehehe, SWEETHEART, I HAVE A SUPRIIISE”

“Is it another ear necklace? Soldier I told you to stop giving me those they’re gross..”

“NEGATIVE!”

“sigh Finally, what is it?”

“A BOW MADE OUT OF MY TISSUE. DOCTOR HELPED ME MAKE IT.”

“..okay this is actually cute as fuck”

For the most part soldier means no harm, he just wants to love you. Even if it means giving you jewelry made out of the flesh of his enemies <33

#x reader #fanfic #tf2 #tf2 x reader #scout x reader #medic x reader #soldier x reader #tf2 scout #medic tf2 #tf2 soldier

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namranii · 3 months ago

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can you write scout tf2 x reader hide and seek/ a reader that likes playfully ambushing him , please?

scout my baby girl

────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────

despite what he likes to tell you, he easily gets scared. like bro is frightened.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

always wants to be the seeker because of his intense fear of you jumping up at him, tackling him to the floor.

of course he still loves you, but he decides to get you back for the next time the both of you play hide and seek. ‘

he decides to playfully jump you one day, tackling you the same way you do to him.

but to his surprise, you barely even react to him literally jumping on top of you. seems like you were some sort of anomaly who didn’t get scared.

❝ wait baby, how did you- ❞

❝ hear you? you’re not very quiet you know.❞

❝ goddamnit! im graceful and elegant! ❞

after the silly little games of hide and seek, you guys sneak into some random place in the base and start cuddling.

he pushes you down onto his bed, and lies down next to you as he grabs your waist and helps you rest on top of him, exhausted after a long day of the two of you goofing around.

(i loved writing this so much!! thanks for the request, i haven’t written for this goofy fella for ages)

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a-fluffer-nutter · 1 month ago

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Spied On

A/N - Finally finished the fic for Day 14 of Tickletober lol. The prompt was "Lose," which isn't as incorporated in this fic as other prompts have for the others, but a loss does happen so...lol. So the main reason behind this fic is that my favorite fic I have ever read is from the one and only @wigglygiggler and while they aren't on Tumblr much anymore, I would still like to say that "You're a Sneaky One" is my favorite fic, so I made this, a kinda sequel to it. I've always wanted to do a TF2 fic, so why not use my inspiration from Wiggly and put my own personal spin on things. Here is a Sniper x reader fic and I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 3,815

Engine rumbling, you rode your motorcycle over the dip in the driveway, slowing down to a sluggish stop once in front of the RED base. Pocketing your keys, you ripped off your helmet and placed it on the leather seat of your ride before smoothing out your messy hair.

“Hello, darlin’,” your eyes flicked up at the sound of Engineer’s southern drawl, having heard you arriving well before you parked.

“Evening, Dell,” you smiled, smoothing out your jacket as you approached.

“What do we owe the pleasure?” Engineer asked expectantly. Normally, as Miss Pauling’s assistant, you arrived with a truckload of supplies, ranging from medical equipment for Medic to gun supplies and ammunition for most everyone else. Today, it was clear you had other business to attend to.

“Heard your teleporter is acting up,” Engineer stepped in line with you as you walked back in the direction he had come from, knowing exactly where the broken machinery was. Withdrawing a small USB from your pocket, you flashed the drive as you as your expression slipped into one of neutrality. “Got your fix right here.”

“Good, t’was buggin’ me that I couldn’t get it fixed,” he shrugged his shoulders as you smiled to yourself, always having appreciated that the man was the only merc that could recognize his own mistakes and shortcomings. If only the others were like him, your work would be so much easier.

“Firewall glitch, it seems. At least that’s what the higher ups said,” the USB clicked into place as you finally managed to insert it, making at least four attempts of spinning the drive around and failing to get it in the hole. Growling to yourself, the screen lit up vibrantly before you stepped over to stand in front of it.

“Figures,” Engineer mused, his voice trailing off as he walked off somewhere behind you. As you began to furiously type in your credentials, a shrill screech rattled your teeth. Turning around, Engineer was almost right on you, dragging a folding chair. “For you, dear.”

“Heh, thanks,” appreciating the gesture, you took a seat, your back instantly thanking you. Before driving here, you had assisted Miss Pauling with burying more bodies than you could count, the damned system dedicated to despawning corpses on the fritz…again. Having had no time between that job and this one, you had swiped a few baby wipes from the van and cleaned off any traces of blood and guts that you could find coated on your figure. You knew you smelled like a bloody daycare, but working with the mercs was like own one, so it worked.

“It’s you!” your temporary peace was sliced with a knife when Scout’s voice pierced the silence between you and Engineer. Of course, you didn’t dislike any of the mercs, the completely opposite in fact, but Scout was…loud and distracting. A delightful conversationalist when you sought one out, but when you were focused on something important, like fixing the teleporter so these mercs could stop bitching to Miss Pauling about not having access to good liquor, Scout was a bit of a nuisance. And by the sound of his voice, it seemed like he was intent on getting under your skin that evening.

“Hey, Jeremy,” you sighed, having no plans on humoring him today. The faster you could get this done, the fast you could eat and by helping them out, you knew the mercs would invite you to join them for dinner and that meant…

“I heard a rumor about you,” fingers stilling, you stared at your reflection on the screen, noting the clear annoyance in your eyes before continuing to type.

“Ah?” was all you could say, beginning to exit out of the program you were in. As you started to reboot the system, Engineer leaned over to see what you were doing, knowing you had to be nearly done. He was the only person that deeply appreciated your knowledge of technology and computers, and while you were never going to be an expert in munitions and defensive traps like he was, there was still an appreciation for the skills you had.

“You have a boyfriend,” flinch visible to both mercs, Scout began to point and laugh at you. Inhaling sharply, you wished for the reboot to go faster, your ears warming to a cool pink.

“Bold of you to say that as you’re the reason why Miss Pauling doesn’t come by anymore,” Engineer countered, taking the words straight from your brain.

“It’s not my fault the Administrator is a bitch that can’t appreciate a perfect love story,” you let out a huff of a laugh as the screen relit, the system live. “Though it would be a damn shame if I told her that you were smitten for a certain somebody.”

“Fuck off, Scout,” you uttered through your teeth as you began running a system diagnostic program, making sure your work was a success. While you were on a first named basis with both Scout and Engineer, you would switch to using their titles when upset, specifically with the younger man.

“What they said,” Engineer gestured to you with his thumb, the rest of his fingers folding into a fist. Engineer was a saint and for that you were thankful. As he desperately tried to draw away Scout’s attention from you, a green bar inched across the screen; the program nearly finished.

“But Engie, don’t you want to know who our friend here is into?” Scout’s voice lowered into his version of a sly purr, which sounded more like a dying kitten than a suave cat, though you knew the bastard thought he was hot shit.

“Does it really matter?” Engineer’s mouth was as straight as a heart monitor connected to a vampire, his patience wearing thin, which was hard to do, as he was certainly one of the most patient of the mercs. Glancing over at the screen as it let out the victorious noise of a scan finished with no errors found, you and Engineer let out a sigh of relief. All you had to do was get the teleporter to send you one burger, and you would be free.

“I think a certain man from down under would like to know,” Scout leaned closer to you, his mouth nearing your ear.

“And done,” you stood up suddenly, knocking Scout back as the teleporter flashed to life, the desired burger rotating an inch above the tray. Eyes wide, you looked straight at Engineer, trying your damnedest to avoid making eye contact with a now ornery Scout. “I’ll go get the others and tell them it’s time for dinner.”

“Sounds good,” Engineer drawled with a smile, watching you hastily head toward the closest door, wanting to get as far away from Scout and the entire situation as fast as you could.

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“Here you are, mon amour,” Spy poured you another glass of wine, one out of his personal collection. The man found your taste in wine and “finer beverages” up to par with his own tastes. Thus, whenever you were able to stay for a meal or even a few minutes, Spy would emerge from his room with a bottle in hand.

“Thank you, Spy,” you smiled politely, glad to feel a bit pampered, despite the company you were keeping. Picking up the glass, you took a sip, appreciating the sour, yet crisp notes of the crimson colored wine. Spy had said the winery that this wine had come from was his hometown, though he had said this about most wines he had given you, so you knew the man was just messing with you. You never cared, as you enjoyed the man’s company, being one of the only mercs you could have a formal conversation with. He was also the only merc that would offer you wine after consuming an ungodly amount of fried food such as tater tots and French fries.

“Bien entendu,” Spy replied as he took your hand and planted a kiss on each of your knuckles, an innocent act that you could tell had another meaning, as you had noted a specific glint in his eyes as he placed your hand back on the table. Drawing you hand away, you gave him a short nod before standing.

“I should be going,” your voice was calm and polite, despite the chaos starting behind you.

You stood in the foreground of the beginning of a spat between Soldier and Demoman, the drunken Scotsman taking offense to Soldier’s suggestion of ways he could do better during their next match. While Soldier did not specifically blame Demo for that day’s loss, he did have many opinions on how things could have gone better, and based on what you had heard, most of these suggestions weren’t too extravagant. Having seen the entire match from your desk, you knew that everyone had performed poorly, though you would never say those words out loud. All the mercs liked you, of course, but if some of them heard you say this, they wouldn’t hesitate to skin you like a trophy elk.

Bottles shattering against walls acted as your theme song as you walked out of the room, narrowly avoiding Pyro’s boot that was thrown dangerously close to your face. Without flinching, you were a battle hardened warrior trudging through a warzone. Nothing could faze you.

“Don’t stay too long!”

Only one thing could faze you.

Sighing, you pushed Spy’s final comment to the side. You knew that Scout hadn’t been the one to tell him, the bastard doing his best to learn every little thing about his rival had certainly overheard one of your conversations with the man outside. Spy probably lingered outside the van as you stayed the night, watching you rush away early in the morning to get back to work, not wanting to be tardy as the Administrator would definitely use her power to find out what caused your delay. Thankfully, Spy would never get you in trouble with the Administrator, liking you too much to get you terminated, in both meanings of the term. Who else would he share a drink with in the evenings?

Turning back around to take in the mischief and hedonism taking place, you let yourself smile before slipping out the door.

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Moon waning, the lot was dark as you made your way to your intended final destination for the night. Falling asleep was never really your intention, but it was always so hard to leave him, especially now that the two of you had come to terms with your mutual infatuation.

Familiar click resonating in the vast emptiness of the night, a small smile flickered onto your face. A warm light sliced through the darkness as a door to the camper van opened. You could never get the jump on him, even if you were intentionally being as silent as possible, though after being mutilated by and mutilating enemy spies for quite some time now, the man was always hyper aware of his surroundings.

“Hello, love,” your voice was soft, not wanting your words to be picked up by the wind, though you knew it reached its target. A gentle hum was heard from just inside the camper, the ray of light now partially impaired by a thin, shadowy silhouette. The figure hopped down onto the cool asphalt, small pebbles crunching beneath his boots as he turned on his heels to lean against the fan, eyes scanning your figure.

“How can you even see with those on,” sarcasm dripping from your words, a smile crept onto his face.

“Ya being insensitive. What if I told you they were prescription?” heart fluttering, you homed in on his words and thick accent, finally being able to hear it again after a week of busy work away from the base.

“Are they?”

“Oh, fuck no,” you let out a soft laugh as you had closed the distance. Now within arm’s reach, he drew you in with one arm around your waist. Placing a hand on his chest, you looked up at him and any chill from the night air vanished.

“Oh, uh,” cheeks growing warm, you had suddenly remembered your interactions with Scout and Spy from earlier. Nervously glancing over your shoulder, you stammered, “Ah, inside. Let’s…inside the van.”

“Right,” noticing your hesitation, Sniper scanned the lot, checking each window before ushering you around the back of the van, taking your hand to help you step up into the vehicle. “Best go in. Keep the mozzies off us.”

Shadowing you, Sniper did one last scan of the base before shutting the doors, then out of caution, locked them before turning back to you. He would never intentionally lock you in anywhere, not wanting to overstep a potential boundary, but with your sudden bout of anxious energy, he figured it was for the best.

“You alright?” you let out a long sigh before turning back around to face him. Sheepishly, you rubbed the back of your neck.

“Yeah,” you replied with less confidence than you had hoped for. “Fucking Scout, man.”

Brows arched; Sniper gestured for you to take a seat before he made his way to the fridge. Never needing to ask, Sniper withdrew two bottles of beer and placed them both next to you. Taking a seat on the other side of the bottles, Sniper leaned over to grab his kukri. Quicker than you thought was possible, the bottle caps flung across the van, rolling away for him to find another day.

“Scout knows about us,” you finally finished your thought, brain switching back on as Sniper handed you a bottle, the wisp of chilled vapor dancing in front of your face before you took the drink from his hands. “He would stop hinting at it while I was working with Dell today.”

“I’ll skin the bastard if he says anything,” Sniper tipped his bottle back, letting the chilled liquid slosh past his lips. “Kid’s got a big mouth. Maybe I’ll have a word with him before he spreads the goss around.”

“I can deal with Jeremy,” you sighed, mirroring Sniper’s actions as you took a swig. “It’s Spy I’m worried about.”

“Spook’s been watching us?” Sniper’s natural frown deepened. “Explains why you were all worked up.”

“He didn’t follow me when I left, but he certainly implied he had before,” you groaned, letting yourself relax enough to fall into Sniper, your head resting on his shoulder. “Demo was having a fit when I left. Started fighting Soldier by throwing bottles and shit. The loss today really fucked with a few of the guys.”

“You should’ve heard Soldier when we got back. Bastard wouldn’t stop following Heavy around. Something-something about wasting too many bullets or some shit,” Sniper’s head tilted down so it rested against yours. “If it wasn’t for Medic, Soldier’s arms would still be on backwards.”

Softly giggling, you slipped your hand on Sniper’s lap, finally feeling completely relaxed. The days since last spending time with him had dragged on, and you kept having to drag yourself out of your childish daydreams while on the job. You had been living for today, and now it was all paying off. His larger hand rested on yours the second you squeezed his thigh, running his calloused fingers over your knuckles with a gentleness that still shocked you, despite having grown close to him. Watching him through the monitors every day, ruthlessly killing any member of the opposing team he could spot, it was occasionally hard for you to separate the man you loved and knew and the persona he wore when working.

“No offense, but all of you looked like shit out there today,” a low chuckle resonated from deep in Sniper’s chest.

While your focus was always on the monitors that featured Sniper, you still had work to do. Analyzing each of the merc’s actions, you had a spreadsheet that detailed each major success and blunder for each person for each round. Rarely talking about your office life with the mercs, you did like to occasionally remind them of their faults when you are particularly irritated by one of them. It was always funny, until the man laughing was the one you were criticizing. Today, your notes were numerous, writing more than you had in over a month.

“Was an off day for everyone,” Sniper shrugged, your head rising gently with the movement. “Dunno why. I was probably off since I hadn’t seen your pretty face in a while.”

“Dork,” you teased, squeezing his thigh again, but a bit closer to his knee. Leg jumping unexpectedly, you drew away to sit up. “Did I hurt you? I don’t remember you getting injured before the match ended.”

“S’fine,” Sniper grumbled, avoiding your look of concern. Put off by this action, you crawled a bit closer, leaning around to get a good look at his face, as he turned away. Lips pursed, you were about to chastise him for lying about an injury, until you saw the redness of his cheeks.

“Oh,” your voice dropped, then your lips contorted into a sly smile. Hand back on his lap, you squeezed the same spot, “You’re ticklish here too? For one of the most ruthless mercenaries in the world, you’re pretty damn ticklish, now aren’t you?”

“Fuck off,” he grumbled, much to your amusement. Mischief beginning to overcome you, you reached out and traced a finger down his exposed neck. Choking back a laugh, Sniper instantly whipped around and grabbed your wrist, holding it away. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Since when was it illegal to make my boyfriend laugh?” you teased, reaching your other hand out to tweak his hip.

“Is that what I am?” grin slipping onto his face, your words played in his brain like a broken record player. Grabbing your other wrist with ease, Sniper pulled you across his lap, twisting you enough that you landed on your chest. Before you could push yourself up, Sniper began to knead his fingers along your ribcage. “Hm, I like the way that sounds. If I’m your boyfriend, then I guess it’s not illegal for me to do this, then.”

“Sh-hihi!” squirming beneath his touch, you were completely trapped between his hands and his torso. You may be strong, thanks to the number of bodies you have to drag around to dispose of, but Sniper had the advantage of being a ruthless killer with few morals, so pinning you was easy.

“Somethin’ the matter, darlin’?” Sniper asked with faux curiosity, fingers crawling up your torso to worm beneath your arms. Your laughter amplified as you frantically tried to smack away his hands, with little success.

“It tickles,” you yelped through your laughter, desperately wiggling around in attempts to roll over. This action would give him more access to your sensitive spots, but at least you would be able to see his actions and use your arms more effectively. “Sn-sn-sniper!”

“That’s kinda the point, doll,” his words increased the ticklish sensations, intensifying your desperation. Allowing you to follow through with your plans, Sniper relaxed his grip and slowed his attack down enough for you to finally flip over. Not only did he not want to overwhelm you, but not being able to see your smile was growing old.

“You evil man,” sweetly giggling, you swatted at the man’s hands that skittered gracefully over your belly. Sniper was smiling slyly down at you, clearly enjoying the playful torture he was putting you through.

“Am I now?”

“Yes,” you peeped out before lunging up, wrapping him in a tight hug. Before he could react, you began to scribble your fingers over his ribs, nails tracing each bone, noting how pronounced they felt beneath your touch. “Sometimes I forget how thin you are.”

“Am not,” his voice was quiet, his words short. Body twitching beneath your touch, Sniper’s breathing became harsher, uneven, untrained.

“Are too,” you let out a chuckle, your chin resting on his shoulder. Fingers trailing down his torso, you grasped a bit of his shirt and tugged, untucking it so you could creep your hands beneath the fabric.

“You sneaky bugger,” unable to hold it back any longer, and wanting you to have a bit of fun, not that he would admit to that, Sniper began to laugh. Wheezy and raspy, as if his voice box was full of cobwebs, his laugh was melodious to you. Sniper would compare it to a koala in heat, but you adored the sound of his laughter. It was unrestrained, free, and very him.

“You’re acting like you hate this,” you teased into his ear, feeling him shiver away from the lips brushing up against the lobe. Blunt nails drawing chaotic designs into his belly and sides, you let out a small laugh as he refused to reply, just uttering a small groan of annoyance between peals of laughter.

Ever since finding out his little secret, you took it upon yourself to make him smile whenever the timing felt right. Normally, these little playful scuffles happened after a bad loss, like today’s, though sometimes one of you just needed a pick me up after a hard day on the job. Normally, the two of you were very serious individuals, especially when working. Both amazing at what you did, it was easy for either of you to get caught up in whatever nonsense the job brought you. Thankfully, after falling for one another, being able to pull off the masks of stoicism and relax when the two of you were alone became commonplace. While neither of you specifically liked to be tickled, the fact it was an easy way to draw laughter from your significant other made you forget about your general dislike of the action.

“I think that’s enough for now,” purring into his ear, you pulled your hands away from beneath his shirt and hugged him again, resting your forehead against his. “Feeling better?”

“Never said I was feeling bad, ya cheeky bastard,” he replied with no malice, smile still plastered to his face. As he ran his hands over your hair, you let out a soft, peaceful sigh. “But, now I’m completely knackered.”

“Mind if I join you, tonight?” you asked while yawning, your words sounding a bit distorted.

“Why wouldn’t I?” in one quick motion, he lifted you to your feet, sweeping you off him by hooking under your arms and stood. Letting out a small squeal in delight, you wrapped your legs around him, holding him like a koala as he walked you over to the mattress he called a bed, laughing the entire time.

Falling asleep with him was never your initial intention when spending time with him, but you were never going to say no to your love. This was just a perk of your job, so why not savor the moment.

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