#tf2 oneshot

[5eraphim]

NOT SURE IF ANYONE ELSE REQ THIS.... nsfw yandere emesis blue Medic please !! He was literally so caring and kind at the beginning and watching him delve into madness and being like.. that ...was so hot and so good for yandere material! thank u :D

ALRIGHTY! so this one's a little different than what I usually write, and honestly, Medic doesn't have much yandere-behavior until the final scene, but I hope you enjoy, thank you so much for the request!

(This is meant to take place during chapter 5, after he tries to revive Scout in the respawn machine, sees himself over Scout's Ma's body, gets burned by Pyro and is hiding out in a Chapel. And before he's found by Spy and Soldier.)

Title: Heaven Waits

Character: Emesis Blue! Medic 🕊️

Rating: X, MINORS DNI! GO PLAY OUTSIDE!

Content Warnings: Slight spoilers for Emesis Blue, Sad Medic, asphyxiation, sexual massage/hand bathing, gender neutral reader, yandere, oral (male receiving), angst/bad ending, religious themes, death

Word Count: 5.6k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

"I fell in love with the idea that the mysterious thing you look for your whole life will eventually eat you alive." Laurie Anderson explaining her Attraction to Moby Dick

"Is this a dream?" You wondered as you listened to your footsteps echoing in the hollow nothingness stretching endlessly around you. If all this was a dream, you wanted to wake up again. What felt like hours had passed since you woke up in the fetal position on the ground with no memory of how you got here and a full canteen of water strapped around your neck. 

While you weren't hungry, thirsty, or tired, you were overwhelmed by a bewildering sense of loneliness, an anxiety in isolation that only intensified the longer you plodded along. You were almost sure this was a dream, given the surreal lack of life around you, no other humans, no buzzing insects, chirping birds, or scurrying of some mammal- just you and the sound of the wind. The world around you appeared hazy, shrouded by dark shadows, making you wonder if you were lost in civilization or the wilderness. 

Every now and then, you could hear something in the distance, some nondescript moan or growling sound like nothing you couldn't imagine making you freeze up and feel all the more helpless. But just as you were beginning to wonder if you'd been walking in circles, you could see what appeared to be a little urban outskirt in the darkened horizon. And before you could even consider if you were about to run straight into danger, you found yourself racing in the direction of quasi-familiarity. Specifically, something called you toward a squat derelict chapel a distance from the rest of the buildings. Something deep down urged you forward- convinced you were meant to go inside. Like someone was in there waiting for you, someone who could cure you of the crushing loneliness.

The sight of something recognizable filled you with hope; not only was it an actual building, but you could swear you saw the outline of a person inside. You spotted a massive hole in the building beside the shoddily boarded-up door and windows just big enough to crawl through. The chapel appeared rickety by age; the outside was veined with cracks and spotted with gaping holes of missing walls, making the building appear even more fragile. You couldn't guess how long this place was abandoned, but the idea of no longer wandering the darkness lost and alone gave you all the incentive needed to investigate the inside. 

Standing on the other side of the drafty chapel stood a tall man with a familiar silhouette, facing away from you, breaking the silence with a whisper hardly loud enough for you to hear. "Gott hilf mir."

"Medic, is that you?" While you were hopeful, the idea of finding a friendly face in the confusing nightmare you'd awoken in seemed too good to be true, and you were careful not to get too close to the figure before discovering precisely who it was. As you drew closer, inch by agonizing inch, you held your breath, biting down on your lower lip nervously. Too scared to get any closer, you watched with wide, terrified eyes as the figure turned to face you, revealing himself to be exactly who you hoped, though now that you could see his face, you were struck by just how different he looked.

"I am here." Was all he had to say as you paced across the uneven chapel floors in his direction. Not only did he look different, but his voice sounded horse, hardly like the man you knew.

Medic looked years older. The bags under his eyes seemed heavier in the low lighting, and the sweat coating his face emphasized his fine lines, somehow making his face appear more gaunt. You could tell by the way he was facing the light something was off about the half of his face concealed by shadows, but you couldn't quite see. More disturbingly, as you looked down, you realized blood drenched his bare forearms and hands, staining them bright red; his vest and shirt were so soaked with blood it formed little red rivulets trailing down his pants. 

You couldn't imagine what he'd gone through before you found him. To your disappointment, he hardly reacted to your presence, watching you with dull eyes, arms slackened at his sides as he stared straight ahead through the window on the far wall. 

Pausing a few paces away, you wrung your hands together nervously, fiddling with the canteen, listening to the water quietly sloshing inside. "Medic, what happened to you?" The question was so blunt you almost felt embarrassed saying it out loud. He sighed heavily, breaking away from the window, taking a seat at the nearby pew, which creaked as he sat, slumped forward, burying his head in his hands. 

"It's Fritz."

"Huh?"Timidly you approached the bench as though waiting for permission before sitting down, though, to your disappointment, he continued to regard you with little more than melancholic disinterest. Still, he didn't pull away, which you took as an invitation to sit beside him. 

He took his glasses off, leaving them on the side of the bench away from you. Fritz used his hand to rub the sweat from his tired eyes. "It's Fritz now. I have no right to call myself a Medic. Not anymore."

You were about to say something, but he spoke first, "I can't save anyone."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing; sitting beside him on the bench with the canteen on your lap, you whispered, "You don't really believe that do you?"

"I know so." He responded, pressing his lips together into a hard line as though trying to hold in tears. Clearly, he must be referring to what he'd been through before, whatever it was you hadn't witnessed, but thinking back a little further, you remembered how hard Medic took Scout getting laid off. But you were told it was a complication regarding the respawn machine, and you couldn't understand how Fritz blamed himself for this.

"But, Medi- sorry, Fritz, you don't really blame yourself for what happened to Scout, do you?"

He nodded once solemnly, "I do."

"It wasn't your fault, I don't… Fritz, I don't understand why everything's gone insane since the respawn machine went down, but none of this is your fault! I don't know what's going on around here, but let's try and find our way back home; if we work together, we could-"

He shook his head, furrowing his brow, groaning in frustration, "You don't understand! You haven't seen what I've seen. If you knew what I've done- what I did to that poor boy, you'd never want to see me again." Fritz's voice cracked with emotion, like even saying Scout's name hurt him. 

There was no way he would tell you what he'd seen, but you refused to believe his words. "That can't be true." 

"I made Jeremy go through respawn! I knew it was dangerous, but I forced him through anyway! I was reckless- I was stupid! I'm the one who turned him into a smear of blood on the floor!" His hands balled into fists, clutching the fabric of his pants as he shouted. You could feel your stomach drop imagining what happened to Scout in this awful place, but you also felt all the more compelled to get Fritz out of here. 

Turning to lean closer to him, you reached out to touch his blood-splattered arm, pleading, "Fritz, please, don't talk like that. I don't know what you're going through, but I can't stand by and let you give up like this! Come back to base with me, I know we don't know how to fix this yet, but we can't do anything sticking around here! We need to move now!"

He looked up, eyes unfocused and haunted, speaking in a hoarse croak. "For God's sake, he was so young- He had his entire life ahead of him, and I took all that away. If his mother knew what I'd done-" His voice broke off into a choked sob, "Oh God, his mother-"

Fritz held his head in his hands as he began panting erratically, almost hyperventilating, his knuckles going white as he fisted his hair, his terror was impossible to understand, and you were almost too scared to get any closer for fear of intensifying his anxiety, but seeing him tormented hurt too much. Leaning close enough to feel his breath on your face, you placed your hands over his, gently pulling them from the sides of his face to your lap over the canteen. Fritz wouldn't meet your gaze, focusing squarely on the sight of your hands wrapped around his, trying to calm his trembling. A part of you wanted to know exactly what happened to Scout's mother, but you doubted Fritz was in the state to talk about it.

"Fritz, we need to get you out of here before-" 

To your surprise, Fritz began to laugh wildly between his dog-like panting, the sound giving you goosebumps, "Before what? Before I'm killed again? Can't you see- there is no way out!"

Your mouth went dry. "Killed… again?"

He didn't answer, rocking back and forth as he laughed. You shouted desperately, squeezing his hands between yours, "Fritz, what's happened to you?" 

He laughed maniacally for a moment until it quieted to a chuckle, "Maybe you're right… None of this is real. None of this makes sense, none of this means anything, and it's all a matter of time before I die for good. If I were you, I'd run. Save yourself from me while you can!" His grin terrified you, the expression so frightening it made him appear even less like himself. Only now, with your forced closeness, registered the scar of burnt tissue from his left ear, down the side of his face, almost extending down his neck. Once you noticed the blotch, it was impossible to look away.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you forced yourself to speak. "I don't understand any of this more than you do, Fritz, but I won't leave without you. I would never leave you behind. I don't care what you've done here, for God's sake- you're a good man! You don't deserve to die alone here!" You could see his face visibly sour when you called him a 'good man.'

Drawing a deep breath, he slouched back a little, reclining against the pew but keeping his hands on your lap. "Do you believe there's another side? Will there be an afterlife when you die? Will there be any mercy for people like me? Or is this my eternity?"

Hearing him admit defeat like this was so unlike the Fritz you knew; it was almost insulting to hear. "Stop talking like that! You're not going to die, and you aren't dead yet; please, let me get you out of here!"

His eyes narrowed as he finally looked you in the eye. "Do you remember how you got here?"

You blinked, "What?"

He continued in a sharp tone, "Do you know how long you've been here?"

"Fritz, what do you-"

You could feel his fists tightening between your hands as he continued, "Tell me, how do you know you're not already dead?"

Your eyes widened hearing him say that. No matter how hopeful you tried to sound, you had no answer for him. Fritz was right. You had no idea how long you'd wandered the darkness trying to find another living person, how you got here, or why you were brought here. You genuinely had no idea how you came to wake up here, and you couldn't entirely deny the possibility you really were dead.

You felt so cold, while you could feel your heart beating, your hands felt numb, and you felt yourself swaying in your seat, unable to remain steady as Fritz continued to question you. But it couldn't be true. You refused to let yourself believe it was so!

There was no getting through to him like this, pushing the canteen off your lap onto the bench to stand up facing him. You closed the distance between the two of you until you were close enough to crawl onto his lap, legs straddling either side of his body. He looked slightly baffled but didn't make any effort to pull away. Cupping the sides of his face with the palms of your hands, you forced a small, compassionate smile. He pulled back slightly, pressing his back harder against the bench, though he made no effort to push you off. "Fritz, no matter what happens to us or what you do, I'll always wait for you. I will always try to find you." 

"Why?" He muttered.

"I care about you; I always will. There is nothing you can do to change that." You had no idea if you were saying the right thing or not, but to further convince him, you pressed a loving, almost parental kiss to the top of his head, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, gently pressing yourself as tight up against him as possible, signing in with content and relief when you felt his arms numbly wrap around your waist. His body felt cold, and you suspected yours did too, but up against each other like this, at least it would be easier to warm up.

Fritz felt so small and vulnerable in your arms, more fragile than you'd ever seen him before. The feeling of his weak arms wrapped around your body was as sweet as it was heartbreaking. He squeezed you tighter as you pressed your forehead against the top of his head, rubbing tiny circles into his scalp with your fingertips as you hummed quietly. 

Touching his cheek with a trembling hand, you inquired gently, "What happened to your face?"

His lips pressed into a hard line as he turned his face, pulling away slightly, "It's nothing... It doesn't hurt." You could tell he didn't want you to worry about him, but your eyes drifted down as you got a closer look at how roughed up he really was.

"Your hands are covered in blood- Is it… yours?" 

He shook his head, "The Conaghers."

Blood splattered from his fingertips to elbows and caked the front of his vest and undershirt. Placing both hands on the top buttons of his vest, you began undoing the buttons.

"What are you doing?" He sounded dazed but didn't try to stop you, which you took as a sign to continue, trying not to get too grossed by the dry, crusted blood stains that stiffened the fabric. 

"You're filthy. I'm going to clean you up." Hopping down from his lap, you worked to completely undo his vest; you helped him shrug it off, placing it beside him on the pew. 

"What's the point? You'll just waste your water." He sounded pessimistic but compliant as you undid the buttons on his undershirt. As you suspected, the blood seeped entirely through the fabric, crusts of blood getting caught in his chest hair, staining his skin, and you couldn't help but worry for a moment you wouldn't have enough water to get the job done. While you'd seen him covered in blood countless times before, seeing him so beaten down and depressed while enveloped in gore made it hard to look at him.

Forcing half a smile, you replied, "C'mon, don't worry about that. Let me do what I can to help." 

Without another thought, you stepped back a little, pulling off your shirt, pouring out most of the water in the canteen to drench the fabric, then pressing the wet cloth to his shoulder. "This will probably feel a little cold. Just try to relax, alright?"

You could swear you saw his eyes lingering on your exposed body for a moment before nodding, letting his eyes drift shut, and sighing softly as you began to work the cold cloth against his chest. 

Trying to remove all the blood coating him was a tall order; Fritz was a big guy, and you only had so much water at your disposal, but you couldn't help but notice the tension slowly draining from his face as you continued to wipe away the blood. His breathing began to deepen and slow as your fingers crept from his chest lower down. It would be easy to try and get even lower, but you wanted to keep Fritz mellow and take as much time as possible. After you'd cleaned his upper chest, you drapped the cloth around his neck and began massaging the taunt muscles in his shoulders, trying to work some tension from his upper back. 

Fritz's head lulled a bit further back as you pressed your fingers harder into his flesh. You could watch him like this forever, but you forced yourself to focus on where he was the dirtiest, his hands. You wrung out the rag and dowsed some more water on it before kneeling down. Creeping closer to plant yourself between his spread legs, taking his right arm with yours while you used the other arm to swab the carnage from his skin. Working with the utmost care, you tried your best to clean the filth from the creases of his hands, from under his nails, and out of the hair coating his arms, trying to ignore the putrid smell in the process.

Doing the same to the other arm, you were honestly amazed at how much blood you'd managed to scrub away, though without soap, you couldn't do anything to clean up the red residue plastered across his arms and chest. Staying put on your knees before him, you knew the right thing to do was re-dress him and look for a way out now that you'd gotten him as clean as possible. But the sight of Fritz, half undressed and finally relaxed, made you pause. "Would it really be so bad to stay just a while longer?" You wondered. 

You didn't want to awaken him from the calm trance he'd fallen into, so you began to advance with feather-light movements, placing one hand on the top of his knee, the other on the bare skin just above his belt. You whispered, "Can I get these off too?"

Looking down at you through half-lid eyes, he hesitated momentarily before nodding, "Please." 

His face was flushed, and you could tell he was already semi-aroused from the massage. Fritz watched as you undid his belt, unfastening his pants, shifting in his seat as you pulled them down to his ankles. Despite his encouragement, for a moment, you were too scared to touch him, as though all it would take was one wrong move to shatter the peaceful mood. All you wanted to do was make Fritz feel relaxed, content, and loved; now was your moment to do just that.

Leaning in closer, you kissed the skin on his belly when your hands just were, feeling Fritz stiffen above, inhaling between clenched teeth. "So far, so good." You assured yourself as you inched your hands up from his knees to his thighs, kissing lower and lower until your lips hit the waistband of his briefs. You were about to ask again if he was alright with this, but he moved first, shucking off his briefs just enough to pull his cock out. 

The moment you saw it, you knew you were officially out of patience, and your need to please Fritz took over entirely. Closing your eyes, you connected both hands with the base of his shaft before kissing his head with parted lips. The impact made him throb against your mouth and grab a fist of your hair on impulse. You opened your mouth wider to take his head, parting your lips further, letting your tongue roll out to feel the vein along the length of his underside. 

You had to force your mouth open even wider as he mindlessly bucked forward slightly into your open mouth, the movement taking you by surprise but exciting you even more. Running both hands along the sides of his hips, you could feel muscles tensing under your fingers, Fritz writhing in his seat as you continued to coat his length in saliva, the slick mixing with the few dribbles of precum he'd begun to release. You couldn't help but be surprised at how fast Fritz was coming undone; he must've been more pent-up than you thought. Not that you minded any.

Just as you were sure he was about to come, you felt Fritz tugging your hair, forcing you to disconnect. Confused, you looked up at him, momentarily worried you'd done something wrong. Fritz let go of your hair, pushing himself further upright on the bench. The sight of the man from below, fully erect, coated in his own sweat with his thighs spread wide, made your mouth water and your heartthrob. 

After taking another second to compose himself, he rasped, "Please, let me feel all of you! God, I'm so close, but please! I need you!" 

Needing no further invitation, you nodded eagerly. Bracing yourself on Fritz's bare legs as you got to your feet, trying to ignore the annoying ache in your knees after being forced against the stone floor for too long. Cynically you realized riding Fritz was the most purpose you'd felt since waking up in this terrible place, but you didn't care. You felt a throb of pleasure as you felt his eyes on you as you fully undressed, as he pushed his briefs all the way down, stepping out of them as he mindlessly spread his thighs a little wider in anticipation. 

You could tell he was trying to restrain himself as you took your time sitting on his lap, spreading your legs over his; Fritz wrapped both arms around your back as you eased closer. 

Pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek, he spoke, "If we get out of this, will you wait for me- you wouldn't leave me behind, would you!?" Fritz looked at you with wild eyes, his pupils blown out, face flushed bright red with a neediness that bordered on insanity. He was irresistible.

You couldn't help but grin, "Of course, I'll owe you after you waited so patiently for me."

Using the top of the pew's backrest, you gripped tight, grinding your sex against his cock; Fritz instinctively hugged you tighter with a strength great enough to squeeze the air from your lungs. The feeling was intense but not unpleasant. You felt a throb from below as he blindly attempted to guide you into place. His head pressed against the sensitive flesh between your legs, which felt heavenly. His body felt searing hot, all-encompassing, and desperate; you couldn't help but feel yourself locking up, blinded by the pleasure, your mind going blank as you listened to Fritz's choppy, heavy breathing as he too, felt pleasure overtaking his mind.

Fritz rolled his head back, eyes drifting shut; he reluctantly unwrapped one arm from around your waist, groping with his hand until he found the top of your hip. Watching him so high out of his mind with pleasure was amusing, as he tried to guide you. But you were too turned on to sit back and watch for too long, and the feeling of his dick coated in precum and spit against your entrance let you know he wouldn't last much longer anyway. 

"J-just a little more-" Fritz looked pleadingly up at you, needing just one nod from you before thrusting up. He was painfully horny but still unsure how much you could handle. But you weren't about to let him down now. When you mounted him, he was fully aroused, and you knew taking him fully inside wouldn't be easy. It stung slightly, forcing yourself to stretch to accommodate him, though as you rocked against him, the easier it became. 

Stealing a kiss as you wrapped both arms around his neck, you felt him pushing deeper inside, increasing the friction, forcing you to brace all your weight against him as he thrust up. 

The feeling of Fritz's teeth biting down harshly on your neck made you wince and mindlessly clench down even harder against him, the sensation only incentivizing him to continue. His mouth biting against sensitive skin, his hips rolling against yours, feeling absolutely feral with lust caught up with you fast, and as you ground against his lap, you felt a dawning climax. You couldn't get enough, wanting to feel him deeper, feel every inch of his body against yours; even as you came, you continued to grind, wanting to ride out your high as long as possible. As Fritz felt you coming on his lap and saw your face awash with pleasure, he felt his heart throb, and as he watched you coming down from your high, he picked up the pace, watching your limp body moving in rhythm with his thrusts as he came deep inside. 

Your head felt heavy and fuzzy; the world was still blurry as you felt yourself coming down; carefully, you separated from his dick, trying not to think about the mess you'd made after just cleaning him up. You were too spent to worry or do anything about it, and it didn't seem like Fritz was concerned either, allowing you to sit back down on his lap, securing both arms around your waist, and keeping you from going anywhere.

Even after the two of you managed to catch your breath, neither of you tried to separate; it felt too good to finally have a warm body to hold and feel wrapped around yourself after spending so much time lost and cold in the dark. Now, no amount of noise the unknown malicious creatures made bothered you. So long as you could feel Medic's body under your own, nothing could scare you. He held you tight, like a child holding a teddy bear after awakening from a nightmare, it wasn't painful, but you could tell he was still terrified. 

Quietly you spoke, your head still resting against his neck, "Do you really think we're dead?"

Fritz sighed, "I wish I knew." He sounded frail and defenseless. Emotionally devastated but too exhausted to really care. "If this is hell, I know I deserve it."

You buried your head deeper into the crook of his neck, shaking your head, muttering "No, you don't." under your breath. Before now, you hadn't considered this place could be hell; even now, you stubbornly refused to believe it. 

"Maybe it's not hell. All this loneliness and wandering in the dark, it feels more like purgatory than hell." You hated how bleak that sounded. Even as you were trying to inspire hope, there was no ignoring the morbid reality of the situation. 

Fritz pulled away slightly to face you, his brows furrowed slightly with curiosity. "You think there's a way out?"

"In Paradiso, the souls in purgatory are forced to repent for their sin before entering heaven. Maybe that's how it really is… I guess wandering around, all the fear, could be some kind of penance. " You broke eye contact, looking down, feeling less and less confident with your words the longer you went on. 

"So you think there's hope we can get out of here?" Fritz remained still as a statue; you could feel his eyes on you as he spoke. 

"Well, yes- but it depends. I mean- people who were less sinful in life usually weren't stuck in purgatory as long as people with more or more severe sins, but I have no idea what to make of anything around here…" You trailed off, feeling awkward, not knowing what to say next, let alone something he wanted to hear. 

He huffed, "If you're right, I'll be stuck here for ages. If I ever do, get out."

He finally slackened his arms, letting them fall to his sides, limp as you embraced him. As you remembered all you went through to try and lift his spirits, to give him hope to come home- you couldn't help but feel, despite your best efforts, you failed miserably. He opened his mouth to say something, but you interjected,

"Although, it's been said when the living prays for the souls in purgatory, they progress remarkably faster. No matter the sinner or their sins, there's hope so long as you're in purgatory." 

"Redeem ourselves? All I've done is take advantage of you- You shouldn't try to save me; I'm never getting out!" Once again, you could see his eyes water with tears as he clenched them shut. You couldn't bear to watch him cry, rising to a kneeling position and straddling his legs. With one arm around the top of his head and the other around his neck, you gently pulled his head against your body, hugging him tightly into your chest as his shoulders shook with sobs. 

It took all your resolve to keep from crying yourself; despite trying to affirm some hope for Fritz, you felt just as helpless. But you consoled yourself, knowing even though you had no idea where the two of you were or how long you would be here, you loved him. That much you knew would never change. With a heavy sigh, you separated from him, sliding down from the pew and kneeling beside him on the stone ground, resting your cheek against his bare legs as you looked up at him. "There's nothing you can do to make me hate you."

He looked forward, staring at nothing in particular, his face unreadable, "Have you ever heard of a soul in purgatory to send another to heaven?"

"I mean, it's possible." Was the best you could answer.

He buried his head in his hands, working his fingers through his hair, "Were you really searching for me the entire time you were awake out there?"

Without hesitating, you answered, "You were the first thing on my mind. I felt so lost and alone; I knew someone needed me. I didn't doubt for a second it would be you."

Fritz didn't appear convinced. "Why didn't you give up after you couldn't find me?"

"You were all I could think about." You answered honestly.

Forcing himself to look at you, Fritz spoke, leaning forward, propping his head up with one hand, pressing his chin against his fist, "If you're right, if we are in purgatory, if you do get to heaven before me- do you promise you'll wait for me?"

Picking your head up from his lap, you straightened, resting your hands on the pew, "For you, I'd wait forever."

He nodded, "For both our sakes, I hope you're right."

Before you could ask what he meant by this, Fritz was leaning over you, close enough to press a quick kiss to your forehead, and only a second to register what he was doing before grabbing your neck in both hands. He tightened his grip with all his strength, making you cough and choke on your saliva in shock as he forced his trembling hands to squeeze even tighter. 

You tried to resist for a few pathetic moments as though you were any match for him physically, let alone while he had you like this. You could feel his hands slickening with the sweat which still coated the back of your neck from earlier, though this did nothing to weaken his grip. The pressure made your head pound, completely disorienting you. Despite your continued struggle, you knew you wouldn't have much longer. 

You feared it would come to this; Fritz was too far gone to save; he'd abandoned hope before you got to him. There was no way you could've actually managed to bring him home. The best you could do was offer him a moment of pleasure before he forced himself to forge ahead. His hands wrapped around your throat, cutting off your air supply. It hurt like hell, and you couldn't help but instinctively try to claw at his hands and shift your weight back away from him- as though it would do anything to slow him down. Fritz winced, listening to the sound of your choking, though his grip didn't budge.

Fritz couldn't bear to hear the sound of the life leaving your body, the broken, pathetic wheezing and coughing filling the abandoned chapel. He cried, "You said you'd never hate me- you promised you'd always come back for me! I swear I'm only doing this because I love you! And you shouldn't be here! Not with people like me!" Fritz fought hard against his emotions, keeping his hands locked around your throat as tight as possible. His vision was blurred by his own tears. Watching you suffer was agony, but he knew killing you was the greatest mercy he could offer you. He'd do anything to get you out of this terrible place, even if he had to do this over and over again. Fritz swore to himself he would. He was a wretched man. He deserved to be alone with the guilt of what he'd done forever. Your eyes were red and puffy, and you were in too much agony to focus on anything, not even the man trying to end your life.

"Please, please- you'll forgive me for this, won't you?! Tell me you understand!"

It was impossible to respond with his hands around your neck; he knew that, even if you could answer and miraculously tell him precisely what he wanted to hear, it wouldn't alleviate his guilt. All you could do was muster up the last of your dying strength to nod once, doing your best to communicate an "I forgive you." before everything went black. 

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Ahem. Since my last request was a fumble, could I ask for a more platonic x reader where the reader is in their mid teens? They are pretty good at fighting, and almost never complain under any circumstances, but one day they come down with an illness that was worse than any other sickness they had ever had before. They try to tough it out, but end up breaking down in an isolated corner because they can’t take it anymore. Idk, after that I was just hoping for a Medic-centric comfort story.

Medic, Engineer, Sniper x Sick! Teen! Reader

Wc: 0.7k

A/N: No worries my guy!! Thank you for requesting!! I changed a few things up a bit and chose a few characters, I hope that cool- and I hope this isn't too short! I think I might start doing shorter fics from now on

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Your head throbbed and pounded as your clothes became more drenched with sweat by the minute. But you had to live up to their expectations, you had to continue making them proud. You heaved as you dragged one foot in front of the other, doing your best to drag your compound bow to the respawn room after cleaning it the night before, preparing for today’s battle. You had woken up like this- pain filling every inch of your body and barely able to walk on your own without the aid of the walls surrounding you. 

You had managed to make it just barely into the game room before immediately collapsing to the cold, hard floor. The last thing you heard was a few shouts and hurried footsteps, along with the sound of your bow clattering to the floor. 

You woke up in the lab’s bed, drenched even more. You felt somebody wiping a stray hair that was sticking to your forehead away, then it went to check your temperature. The action was cut short when they noticed your eyes flutter open, quickly beginning to ask you lots of questions. Your eyes darted and your brows furrowed as you tried to make sense of his words that seemed to mesh together. The lights being so bright and everything seeming so loud wasn’t helping. Medic quickly took note and did everything in his power to ease any pain or annoyances. He dimmed the lights, and only allowed two mercs to stay in the waiting area. You felt a nice cold, wet cloth on your forehead, calming you immediately. He spoke with a much softer tone, asking you questions slowly. He was still a bit panicked- this had never happened to you before. 

You had been with the mercs nearly a year now, replacing Scout as the youngest. Despite him being pissy at first, you were now closer than ever with a sibling-like dynamic. It was nice being the teen of the group, almost feeling like you had nine scary dads protecting you; but it also had its downsides, mostly stemming from the fact that you’re still all cold-blooded killers. Which meant the expectation was that you could do great in battle, or so you assumed. You placed all these high bards for yourself, always wanting to make the mercs proud. Some were harder to please than others, such as Spy compared to Pyro who would often clap and grow excited at any little thing you managed. Soldier was the hardest on you out of them all, seeing that you had lots of potential at such a young age. There’s a reason you’re here. Medic and Engineer often had to remind him that you were still a teen.

You did your best to never complain, even when you felt like you were too exhausted to keep doing pushups or run around the base for the 100th time. You had placed the expectation that you had to keep up with the grown men on your shoulders, and you’d gotten used to it.

“Did something happen?” 

You tried to speak, but your voice was caught in your throat. It burned. You lightly shook your head, and it felt like it was spinning. 

Medic’s brows knit with worry as he studied you, deciding to allow the two other mercs in for support in aiding you. Even just for moral support for yourself. With the sweetest Texan accent, one of them spoke;

“Awh, Honeybee, ya shoulda told us ya weren’t feelin’ well, sugar.”

The other one nodded and he adjusted his sunnies, continuing to wipe a clothe over your prized bow. He knew you did your best to take great care of it, so he opted to do it himself. 

“Mhmm. Worried ‘bout ya, Roo.”

Engie listened to Medic’s every word- from getting you water to removing or adding a blanket, while Sniper- despite not being a big fan of physical contact, allowed himself to hold your hand in his with a very loose grip, running his thumb soothingly over the back of your hand. He rarely whispered small nothings to you, reassuring you.

“You're gonna be okay, bunny. You’ll be okay. We’re here for ya.” 

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Mar. 6. 24

#tf2 x reader #medic x reader #sniper x reader #engineer x reader #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #tf2 oneshot #tf2 drabble #fanfic #tf2 fanfic

[asherxz]

Hello! I saw your request post, so here I am <3 id love if you wrote a heavy x reader one shot with a female/gn reader, reader confesses to heavy and it's just really fluffy and cute yeah I'm bad at requesting... Thank you ✨

F!READER CONFESSING TO HEAVY ONESHOT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

HELLO ANON!!

I apologize if this isnt what you were looking for. I havent written in AGES because of a horrible writings block! And i think the request was quite good! I'm a big heavy lover myself after all

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Loud gunshots was heard throughout the battlefield, not stopping for a second. It nearly gave you a headache. You had been out on the battlefield, with the other mercenaries, fighting for hours.

Today just seemed to be a shitty day for you. You have barely been able to get out of respawn before getting shot in the head. The Blu/Red Sniper has been on your ass this whole day, and it made you quite agitated. And a certain someone seemed to have notice your struggle.

As you got sent back into respawn, for what felt like the hundredth time, you felt like giving up. Or at least felt like taking a break.

You took a deep breath as you sat on one of the many benches situated in the respawn area. Looking back out at the battlefield, you could feel your headache getting worse. Getting headshotted so many times seemed to have taken effects on you.

You placed your hands over your ears, hoping to block some of all the noises out. It wasn't much You were able to block out. It was quite frustrating.

Suddenly, you felt a large pair of hands over yours. It certainly did help with the noise, but your heart sped up the second you felt the pair of hands.

It wouldn't take a genius to figure out who was behind the massive hands.

"Is leetle girl OK?"

The man behind the hands was Heavy. The most loveable man you had ever met.

You turned your head to look up at him, a small smile appearing on your lips. He was looking at you with worry.

"Yeah, I'm fine! I just need a small break."

You smiled reassuringly at him, but he didn't seem to believe you. He removed his large hands from yours, moving to sit down beside you. His gaze rested on you as you sat together.

A smile rested on your face as you looked back down at the table. You just couldn't help yourself from smiling when he was around.

You looked back up at Heavy, only to see him holding out half of his sandwich to you. A small blush dusted over your cheeks as you accepted the sandwich with a small "Thank you.".

The both of you began eating the sandwich, enjoying each others company. The battlefield had completely left your mind, and the headache was nothing but a mere background pain that you could easily tone out.

Truth was, Heavy brought the best out of you. He made you feel happy, appreciated and loved. He worried for you, cared about you and took care of you. He made this hell feel less hellish.

You truly loved him. With all of your heart. And you had to tell him

You took a deep breath and put down the sandwich on the bench table. You looked up at him, your mind going completely wild.

He looked back down at you, raising a brow as to why you stopped eating.

"Leetle girl sure she is ok?-"

"I really appreciate you."

You interrupted him. You had no idea how to do this, your mind just went blank whenever you looked at him. The blush on your cheeks got bigger as you opened your mouth again.

"I really appreciate you. And what you do for me… it means a lot to me.."

You looked down at the table again. Your whole face was completely red. Your hands laid in your lap. You didn't dare to look up at him, fearing that you wouldn't be able to confess if you did so.

"And I've come to really enjoy our time together… I've come to really enjoy you."

You took a final deep breath and looked up at him. He was staring at you, shocked. A small blush of his own had dusted over his cheeks.

"And I think I have come to love you."

Silence filled the respawn area, the gunshots outside suddenly becoming very noticeable again.

He looked down at the table. Just like you had. Gently, he placed the sandwich down on the table, and reached out for you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

Immediately, you leaned into him, ignoring the hardness from his vest and just enjoying the comfort.

Words wasn't shared between the two of you. Words wasn't needed to be shared between the two of you.

Despite the war outside, you felt incredibly peaceful in his arms. And you had a feeling he felt the same. It was all perfect.

"Alert! The enemy has taken our intelligence!"

Well. Maybe not that perfect.

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[angelwheat]

TF2

Sniper X Reader

he's so awkward it's adorable

(10/3/23) (961 words)

Sitting contentedly in her room, the girl preoccupied herself with drawing, sketching anything that came to mind. After hours of being so focused, almost every empty space of the page was pencilled with something of interest.

After being on the battlefield consecutively for almost a week, the mercenaries were finally granted a day of rest. The girl surmised that there was no better way to spend the day than by keeping herself busy doing what she most enjoyed. She figured each mercenary had the same idea, as they rarely got the chance to do so. For a change, the base was virtually silent; a strange occurrence.

Footsteps sounding from the hallway, approaching her, pulled her focus from her drawing. She glanced to the hallway, squinting as she thought to figure out the pattern of the steps. Before she had the chance to guess, she was surprised to see Sniper casually walking by.

“Hey Snipes.” She greeted just before he went out of sight.

Her voice had Sniper come to a halt just out of her view. Suddenly he stepped into the doorway of her bedroom, almost meekly with his head tipped downwards and shoulders scrunched subtly, with his hands shoved in his pockets.

The corners of his mouth upturned to show a little smile, their eyes meeting briefly. She couldn’t help but observe Sniper for a minute, noticing that he was without his usual aviator sunglasses and vest. His gaze wandered curiously over the doodled-on pages lying across her desk.

“Strange seeing you here.” She breathed a laugh, his attention snapping back to her. “I mean, you usually spend all your time in your van.”

Sniper nodded, his lips pressed together before he spoke. “The storm’s too bad.”

The girl looked to the window in wonder, only to realise Sniper was right. A raging storm had settled in hours ago, with no signs of easing any time soon. The rain batting against the metal roof of his van certainly wouldn’t be peaceful at all.

She turned back to Sniper, seeing him shift from foot-to-foot where he stood awkwardly. Before getting the chance to speak up, Sniper chimed in.

“Those are your drawings, Sheila?” He motioned to the pages with a nod.

“Oh, yeah, these are mine.” She shifted the pencil that lied atop the paper. “I got pretty bored.”

The girl could see how Sniper looked over the drawings from where he stood, his interest truly piqued.

She grinned as her brow raised. “You wanna see?”

With a nod he stepped further into the room, standing beside her while she remained sat at her desk. The girl handed him the page littered with sketches, Sniper taking it delicately as to not crinkle the paper. She watched as he eyed every detail, eager to know his thoughts as he seemed somewhat surprised.

“These are...” Sniper nodded slowly, his eyes trailing downward as he rested the page against the desk. “These are real good.” He complimented awkwardly.

“Thanks, Sniper.” She giggled, looking up to lock eyes with him.

With the way her lashes fluttered, and her cheeky smile adorned her face, Sniper was sure his heart skipped a beat when their eyes locked. He stuffed his hands back into his pockets, and moved to stand by the door again, feeling his face flush lightly.

He rocked on his heels subtly. “Well I uh-” He trailed off, looking anywhere but to the girl eyeing him in a daze. “I’m gonna grab some coffee.”

“Yeah...” She breathed. “I’ll let you get back to your own thing.”

They smiled to one another before Sniper turned on his heel to make his way to the kitchen.

“Oh! Sniper before you go....” She called as Sniper reeled himself back. “I have something you might like.”

A harsh sound of paper being torn made his brows knit in confusion, but then Sniper noticed that the girl was tearing a segment from the sheet of drawings, and his head cocked slightly.

“Here.” She held a torn circle of paper towards him, the drawing on the underside concealed from him.

Sniper took it gingerly, his eyes darting from her offering, to the sweet smile ever present on her face.

“Turn it over.” She mounted her finger to her lip, practically bouncing with giddiness.

The second Sniper flipped the paper over, his eyes lit up as he admired her artwork. She had drawn a little koala clinging to a tree branch, with not one imperfection, or so Sniper thought.

“I figured it would be very...” She paused to think. “-homely for you.”

He peeled his attention away once she spoke, realising how flustered she was as she slid down in her chair. A soft smile appeared on his face soon turning into a little toothy grin.

“You like it?” Her heart was beating like a drum.

Sniper nodded quickly, eyes falling on the sketch once more. “Yeah... Thanks Sheila.”

“It’s nothing.” She waved a hand. “Now go on, I know you’re dying for a coffee.” She laughed.

Her words earned a chuckle from the Aussie. Sniper tipped his hat before making his way down the hall, little gift still in hand. He was unable to bring himself to put it in his pocket just yet, because each time he so much as glanced to it, Sniper thought of just how hard he had fallen in love with her.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 #sniper x reader #team fortress2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 oneshot #one shot

[cbsxreader]

Can you please make platonic mercenaries with a teenage girl reader? She's originally from Russia. Y/n is a big fan of horror movies and other creepy stuff. Her favorite hobby is walking around abandoned buildings and diggerism, she likes to take things she finds in buildings with her as souvenirs. One shot as all mercenaries go with her to the abandoned hospital, if it's not hard. They have fun, have wheelchair races, scare each other, play catch-up, draw graffiti, until they hear some strange noises, the mercenaries think it's y/n since she moved away from them, but she stands next to them. Y/n as the bravest decides to go into the room where the strange sounds are coming from, dementia and courage, She enters the room, but there is no one there, only children's drawings and toys, y/n is alarmed by the find and she runs out of that room screaming to the mercenaries that they need to get out of there. When the mercenaries and y / n start to leave the hospital, they hear the clatter of feet, as if someone is running after them, and when they have already run out of the hospital gate, everything is silent, and there is no pursuer

Okay this is a long ask, I'll try my best!

You and the mercs exploring an abandoned hospital

Cw: (Horror elements)

''Where is it, where is it!? How long is it until we get there!?'' You exclaim, looking all around.

''Calm down, you bugger.'' Sniper reaches over from his seat. He grabs your shoulder and pulls you back in the camper, not taking his eyes off the road. ''Oi know you can't wait, but we're nearly there!''

Sniper was the one who told you about an abandoned hospital he had stumbled across when he was out hunting. He knew you would love it, so the first thing he had done was tell you all about it.

Flashback

The news made you overjoyed. You immediately told the rest of the team about your destination.

Heavy had other plans though, he didn't want you going there. I mean, how could he not worry about you? You were like an another little sister to him. But, just like a big brother, he couldn't stand there and see you so desperate to go and being denied.

He let out a small sigh and smiled. ''Okay, as long as I come with you.''

''Большое спосибо, Хэви!!!" You hugged him tightly.

(T: Thank you so much, Heavy!)

Medic seemed to like the idea too, asking you if he could come along. This triggered a chain of all the others, except for Scout and Spy, also wanting to join in. Spy said something about being too fancy for such an event and Scout said that he thought it was boring, hiding his fear.

''If we all go, then you have to come too!'' You cheerfully announced.

''Yeah!'' The rest of the team agreed.

''It's been a minute since we've done somethin' like this as a team!'' Engie noted.

''I wonder why..'' Spy said to himself.

''Can't we watch a movie or somethin'? Like, what's there to see in an abandoned hospital?'' Scout tried to chicken out, trying to make it not seem so obvious that he didn't want to go.

''Scout, what's the point in watching a horror movie, if you can experience it yourself?'' You tried to convince him.

''See! That's the point, I don't want to be in a horror movie! I don't wanna die!''

''First, you die and get brought back to life on a daily basis, second, we're all going to be there, so whatever is there, we'll fight it off!''

End of Flashback

You finally see a metal gate that is overgrown in vines and grass. A large fence surrounds a large concrete building, clearly the hospital Sniper had told you about.

You can't hold your excitement. You are finally here! You lean out of the window again, despite Sniper's protests. You let the corners of your mouth rise, revealing a wide, happy smile.

''Calm down, Y/n..'' Sniper says in a more stern tone.

He knows you want to start exploring as soon as possible and hoped you wouldn't hop out of the car while it was still moving. He presses his foot on the brakes. You can't keep still as you watch the wheels of his camper eventually come to a stop. You hadn't opened a car door so quickly in your life. You quickly step on the ground and slam the camper's door, running towards the tall gate.

''Oi!'' An irritated Sniper sticks his head out of the window, calling you out on your careless behaviour towards his dear vehicle.

''Sorry, Sniper!'' You look back for a moment, quickly apologizing to the angry aussie before focusing on your path once again.

Sniper grumbles something to himself before getting out of his camper. He turns to look behind him as his teammates step out of their van one by one. Medic is also excited for the adventure and quickly makes his way past Sniper and towards you, humming a tune as he walks. Soldier and Scout are already bickering about something, most likely Soldier calling Scout a baby because he is afraid to come. Demo had decided to bring a few beers, it was a team bonding after all. When he is about to pass Sniper, he stops and slightly tilts the crate of drinks towards him, his eye showing kindness in the offer. Sniper's face doesn't show any emotion though.

''No thanks, mate.''

Demo shrugs ''Alright, but don't complain when there's none left.''

Demo continues forward, the drinks in the crate slightly clinking together. Sniper's eyes follow him. His thoughts seem to have made him lost, he hadn't noticed Heavy coming up behind him. A large hand being placed on his shoulder startles him.

"Bloody hell.."

"Is Sniper upset?" Heavy asks, concerned for his teammate.

"Nah, mate. Just waitin' to walk behind everyone."

"You won't be in the back. Not unless you help Engineer with Spy." Heavy tells Sniper.

"Heavy!!! Could you please bring us the big pliers??" You shout.

Both Sniper and Heavy turn to look in your direction. You had pushed some vines off of the gate, revealing a lock and a chain keeping the gate shut. Heavy looks to Sniper again before coming over to you, while the marksman goes to help Engie convince Spy to come along.

Heavy takes off his backpack from his shoulders and takes out a pair of large pliers. You clench your fists and smile widely as Heavy goes to the chained lock. He places it in the jaws of the pliers and- snap! The lock, along with the chain, falls to the ground, making a small thud as it hits the grass.

You try to push the gate open. The vines keep the gate shut. But you are determined to get in, nothing was about to stop you. You push with all your might, your family of mercenaries lending you a hand. The vines can't handle it and snap. The sound of the gate being moved for the first time in ages grates everyone's ears. But you could care less, you could finally explore!

"Urrrraaa!" You call out and run as fast as you could to the hospital door.

Heavy's eyes widen and he calls out "Y/n! Wait for Misha!"

"You heard Heavy, Y/n! Don't go in zhere without us!" Medic adds, but you are already far enough to not hear them.

"Scout, please go get her.." Heavy asks, worried for you.

"Hey, Y/n, wait for us!" Scout takes off. He easily catches up with you when you have already entered the hospital.

You feel his hand on your shoulder "I'm not going anywhere far!" You said to him.

"Yeah, I get it, but it's better if you stay close to us, alright?" Scout sounds strangely serious.

This kills your mood a bit, sometimes you wish they wouldn't worry so much about you "Alright.."

You wait for the rest of the team to catch up with you two. Since you can't just run off, you ask: ''What do we do now?''

''I dunno, you're the boss!" Scout simply shrugs and everyone looks at you for guidance.

You look around and spot a fallen over wheelchair by the reception desk. You smile at your idea.

● ● ●

''Ready, set,'' Engie counts down as you and the others get ready. You decided to have a race, but in wheelchairs. Not all mercs were willing to participate, but just the right amount for entertainment were sitting in the wheelchairs. Demo was up for it to compete with Solly, Pyro seemed excited by the idea and joined in and Scout wanted to show himself off, claiming he could consider it as a workout. Sniper had a camera along with him which he turned on and pointed in your direction.

''Go!" Engie eagerly announces as the rest of the mercs cheer on.

Soldier and Demo easily get in the lead, already fighting for who's gonna be first and it is basically You vs Pyro vs Scout now. Pyro seems to catch up for third place, getting ahead of you and Scout. Despite the onlookers cheering you on, you can feel your arms burning and getting tired. Scout takes this advantage and gains on you, surpassing you. You pretty much accept that you had lost, only to suddenly pick up speed, surpassing all the other competing mercs and going across the finish line.

''Hey, that's no fair, Doc!'' Scout calls out.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you look up. Medic is looking down at you with an innocent smile, holding your chair.

''Scout has a point you know.'' You say.

''Yes, but I could not vatch him be so confident about vinning against you.'' He replies, looking directly at Scout with a smile.

● ● ●

''Oi, Y/n!'' Sniper quickly catches your attention ''Look what Oi found!''

He comes up to you with something in his hand. As Sniper comes closer you can tell it's a wallet. Noticing your curiosity, he opens it and reveals it belonged to a man called Josh Hand.

''Are we allowed to take this?'' You suddenly realize.

''Eh, the bloke's probably dead and if he isn't he didn't bother coming back for this, so yeah, you can take it.''

You decide to inspect the wallet further, only to find plenty of cash. The dollar bills look strangely intact. You look up at Sniper again.

''Woah, this guy had some dough!'' You say, remarking your discovery.

''He didn't.'' Sniper bluntly states.

''Huh?''

A sneaky smile spreads across the sniper's face and he leans down to your level ''We're goin' to buy groceries tomorrow, just wanted you to get somethin' noice for yourself.''

Sniper once again proves himself to be your cool uncle.

● ● ●

''Mh hm hm hmh hm mh hmm, mh hm hm hmhm!'' They mumble.

Though you had spent years with the mercs, Pyro was still a bit noncoherent to you. Engie knew how to understand them and often translated them to you. When Pyro saw that you couldn't understand them, they'd often act out what they want or draw it. This was one of those times.

Pyro acts out as if they are holding something and writing something on their hand. You're confused. The firebug then puts their hand to the wall and presses against it. Something clicked. Your eyes widen and a smile grows on your face.

"Everyone! Pyro has an idea!" You cheerfully announce.

A bit later

"Alright, everyone ready?"

The mercs nod. Each of them, except for Spy, have one of their hands covered in paint. You decided to leave your handprints and make a sort of murial. Pyro had painted a big heart outline in red paint, everyone was about to put their hands inside it.

"Раз..два..три!" You count down.

You and the mercs place your hands on the wall, keeping them there for a few seconds. Everyone takes their hands off, revealing the colourful prints that were now on the previously blank wall. Pyro claps and happily mumbles.

"Nice one, fellas! Ah think we should save this for the album!" Engie's voice caatches everyones attention as he brings out a polaroid camera.

Eversince you arrived to the team, Engie always brought a camera with him because you brought such joy to the team and he couldn't resist taking photos of it. This lead to the creation of an album, he could capture the brightest moments and put the pictures in it.

But this isn't a bright enough moment. Yet.

"Engie, wait!" You stop him "Spy hasn't put his hand on the wall..."

Spy seems annoyed, standing by the wall with his arms crossed "I already told you, I'm not participating in such foolery."

"Is it really foolery if even Engie and Heavy did it?" Demoman smirks.

Your eyes light up and you smirk as well "Yeah, is it?"

Spy avoids eye contact, only to be suddenly picked up by Heavy.

"LET ME GO!! OTHERWISE YOU WILL NOT HEAR ZHE END OF ZHIS!!" Spy snaps.

"Oh, this should be fun.." Sniper adjusts his hold on his camera and looks through it, ready to record what was coming next.

"Ah, just leave him alone, fellas." Engie gently says, he already had to convince Spy to come along and now everyone is ganging up on him.

"Negative, Engineer! Spy must know how to apply paint on his body for camouflage! No sergeant is going to allow him to put it on with a fancy paintbrush!" Soldier scolds Spy.

''ZHAT'S WHAT ZHE INVISIBILITY CLOAK IS FOR, YOU FOOL!'' Spy is furious.

Medic leans closer to Engineer's ear, trying to blur out Soldier's talking. "Vhen vas zhe last time Spy participated in an activity like zhis? I zhink zhis vill do him some good.." his tone seems more malicious by the end of his sentence.

"If we all do it, you have to do it too.." You cheekily smile and slowly pull off Spy's glove.

"Yeah, Spy! Don't be such a fancy pants!" Scout mocks him.

You firmly hold Spy's wrist and lift it up. You smile at Pyro and wait for them to come closer. They lift up a paintbrush covered in paint and put it to the frenchman's hand, the hairs slightly tickling him.

"STOP ZHIS INSTANT!!" Spy raises his voice.

It is too late, Heavy carries him closer to the wall as he squirms around with all his might. You keep his arm straight. You feel him pulling his arm out of your grasp, but to no avail. His hand hits the cold wall and the team rejoices. Heavy's grip on him loosens and he pulls his arm back from you.

Engie walks up to Spy with a dirty handtowel "Here ya go-" he doesn't get to finish his sentence before Spy quickly snatches the towel in silent anger.

Spy takes a few steps away from the team. In an attempt to annoy him even more, you shine your flashlight at him. He quickly shuts his eyes and turns away from you. Something else catches your attention though, a dark doorframe behind Spy seemed so ominous, yet so interesting. Your eyes widen in curiosity and you look into the room from afar.

The gentle sounds of chatting between the mercs are cut short by a faint laugh. Everyone goes silent, carefully listening to their surroundings, their eyes darting in all directions. It sounds like a little girl. They track the source of the sound to the direction of you and Spy. Scout quickly connects the dots.

''Y/n, was that you?''

You look back at your team. Staying calm, you silently shake your head. Another laugh echoes through the corridor, this time, everyone could see it isn't you. You turn back around, shining your light in the dark room again. The sound is definitely coming from there.

Without saying anything, you signal your teammates to come along with your hand. You start to take silent steps towards the door, as does everyone else.

As you step closer, you start seeing more and more of the room. It has bright, pastel walls with drawings of animals and flowers. Clearly the kids room. Toys and drawings are all across the floor. You stop in the door frame for a bit, waiting for everyone else to catch up with you. You shine your flashlight in every direction, only to see a wall covered in children's drawings.

''Let's go in.'' You say, not hiding your curiosity, already taking the first steps.

''Wait, we just heard some little girl laughing and you decide to go where we heard it from??'' Scout is shocked at your willingness to go in.

''Yeah, that's what exploring is all about!'' You reply, approaching the wall.

You inspect the drawings, they seem like they had been drawn by a little kid, which was fitting to be found in a kids room. But upon closer inspection, you notice something odd. The faces on the people in the drawings appear sad, what you assumed was blood is bleeding from characters, one consistent character starts to smile from ear to ear. You feel a bit uneasy, but your worries skyrocket when you see the picture at the very top. Ten characters, on the ground, bleeding, with that one character, once again, smiling ear to ear.

Everyone almost jumps out of their skin when they hear you scream. The team immediately jumps into attack mode, ready to defend you from anything that made you release such a blood curdling cry, but they get quickly cut off by you appearing again.

''WE HAVE TO RUN, NOW.'' With your face full of fear and your voice nearly cracking, you warn the team.

Just then, a louder, clearer laugh stings everyone's ears. Now there was nothing holding you back from running.

The footsteps of the team fill the empty hospital as they try to find a way out. You had accidentally angered something that considered the hospital it's home and now it was better to get out of here.

As the team make a sharp turn, Demoman gets disoriented and falls. The bottles from his crate fall out and break as they hit the floor, their contents spilling everywhere. Demoman looks out to find the good alcohol wasted.

"Даваи, Demo!!!" You call out to him.

(T: Come on, Demo!!!)

The scotsman rises up from the ground, only to freeze up. A cold shiver runs up his spine, his senses suddenly sharpen. He knows this feeling. His whole team knows this feeling. The feeling of uneasiness when you sense a spy behind you. He looks behind him, only to hear footsteps.

You can only look forward as you run but Demoman's voice almost made you stop in your tracks. He speeds past all of you, gaining the lead. You recognize this, people in horror movies ran like this when their lives were on the line.

"SOMEONE'S AFTER US!!" He cries loud enough for anywhere in the hospital for him to be heard.

Just then, you can hear something stepping on broken glass and some sort of liquid. The scrumpy bottles. But no one is that far behind. This only encouraged you to run faster.

Your rapid and uneven breaths make your side hurt, the adrenaline makes you run but at the same time seems to give you a headache. You feel yourself slowing down, seeing the others get more and more ahead of you. Before you know it, you are behind the mercs.

Suddenly, it feels like you ran into something and are about to trip, instead you get quickly lifted up and feel yourself being placed on some sort of surface. After processing what happened, you realize you are on Heavy's shoulder.

''Всё хорошо, Y/n..'' You hear him say amidst all the others' panic.

(T: It's alright, Y/n..)

You look back up and look down the hallway you were running through, you can still hear footsteps. And, as if whatever it was that was chasing you could sense your eyes looking at them, the same laugh echoes through your ears.

''Миша, Я боюсь...'' You can barely speak, whispering into Heavy's ear.

(T: Misha, I'm scared...)

Heavy silently responds by holding you tighter and picking up his speed. Scout, being the fastest of the bunch, reaches the door first, only to pull on the handle and..

''IT'S LOCKED!'' The Scout yells to his team.

''WHAT!?'' They say in unison, finally reaching the door that was so close to freedom.

''I CAN'T GET IT OPEN!!'' Scout pulls and pulls on the door, the others joined him in hope of getting the door open.

''Прочь с дороги!!!'' Heavy calls out to everyone.

(T: Out of the way!!!)

Heavy thunders towards the door, the sight of him making the rest of the mercs step out of his way. He releases a war cry before turning to his side and slamming into the door, bursting it open. Heavy nearly falls from the impact but manages to stay on his feet. The rest of the mercs run to the open doors, catching up to you and Heavy.

You still continue to run even after making it past the gate, getting to the vehicles you arrived in. Finally, you can rest. Everyone is panting and their hearts are beating out of their chests, still wide eyed at the sudden chase. The team members make eye contact with eachother, silently checking if everyone is alright.

"Please tell me we're goin' home..." Scout breaks the silence with a thought that was on everyone's minds.

"Yeah..we are.." You answered him, still in shock.

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After a rather silent dinner with the mercs, you had gone to your rooms, hoping to get some sleep. But you are still awake. The howling wind and the shine of the moon keep you unsettled. Horror movies never made you stay up like this, but that was because they weren't real and you knew it. Well, except the ones that told you they were based on true events. No one ever told you an actual experience would be so impactful.

You reach over to your nightstand and take your pocket knife instead of hiding under your blanket. Whatever it was that chased you definitely wouldn't care about a piece of fabric covering you. You look around your room, keeping the little knife close. Every single shadow makes the hairs on your body stand. Every time you look somewhere, something else appears in the corner of your eye only for it to seemingly disappear when you look around. Your breaths are shallow and you are covered in goosebumps, despite the room being warm, you shiver. There's a good chance you won't fall asleep.

You softly knock on the workshop's door. You had taken your pillow and blanket, hoping to get some sleep with Engie and Pyro by your side. Engie opens the door, looking strangely awake.

''Oh, hey, Y/n.'' The texan speaks in a soft voice.

''Hey, Engie..I can't sleep...I was wondering if I can sleep here with you...'' You reply in a sleepy yet worried voice.

''We can't sleep too. Pyro was squirmin' and mumblin' in their sleep and I couldn't even fall asleep.'' Engie explains.

Oh no... ''I'm sorry, it's my fault, I shouldn't have dragged you all into this...'' You apologize.

Engie's expression quickly turns worried ''Y/n, don't blame yourself! You just wanted us to have fun! Come on, I was thinking of makin' us some hot cocoa.'' He softly says, heading into the hallway, his hand remaining on your back.

Pyro gets up as they see Engie leaving and you follow the pair to the kitchen. Your blanket drafts over your body as you walk and you pull it closer.

You arrive at the kitchen, only to see Medic, Heavy and Sniper sitting around the table with a dim light from the kitchen counter illuminating them. They sleepily look up at you. They had already prepared warm drinks for themselves, coffee for Medic and Sniper, some tea for Heavy.

''What are y'all doing here?'' Engie asks in a confused tone.

''Same reason as you, probably." Medic yawns right on cue "Ve can't sleep..'' he slightly rubs his eyes and takes a sip of his coffee.

"Yeah, it didn't help that Oi watched back the footage that Oi filmed roight before bed and Oi swear Oi saw...something chasing us...It wasn't just a pair of eyes or somethin' you could make out an actual person.." Sniper seemed to shiver a bit.

"...can I see it?" You softly ask.

"Sorry, mate. Oi got so scared Oi ripped the wheel off the projector, threw it and saw it roll away to some corner of the rec room. You'll have to wait till mornin' to foind it." Sniper sleepily replies.

"..oh." You say, a bit disappointed.

Upon hearing more footsteps, everyone turns around to the entrance to the kitchen, silently preparing for anything. Scout, Demo and Soldier appear. The team members make prolonged eye contact, staring at each other in confusion. The sound of Spy uncloaking catches everyone off-guard.

''So, we're all paranoid and can't sleep?'' He spoke as he reveals himself.

Sounds of agreement fill the room.

You want to say something. You feel like you needed to say something. You are responsible for the entire team losing sleep. Maybe you owe them an apology..

''How about we watch a movie together?'' You suggest.

Silence.

''No horror!'' You quickly clarify. ''I promise no horror!''

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''Adelaide, what's that music ? Sounds like a gang of swinging hep cats.''

''That's exactly what they are, Georges. They're the start of my new foundation.''

''What foundation?''

''My home for all the alley cats of Paris.''

Jazz softly plays from the Tv, mixing with the light snores of the team. Some of them had fallen asleep on the couch, some were on the floor. Their weapons are next to them, all it would take is for one of them to hear a small noise to wake up and defend themselves. It didn't matter where or how they were sleeping, what mattered was that they were together. They were safe. You were safe.

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[cluelessatthispoint]

How’d mercs react when their S/O broke a bone in their body ?

OOOOOH! This is a good ask! I've never broken a bone before; I can only imagine what the pain and confusion is like.

Well, after finally getting a new laptop, here is your request.

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The sound of muffled yelling and a faint buzzing assaulted your ears. The feeling of all the air in your lungs leaving your body was almost as noticeable as the faint tingling sensation in your leg. The company picnic went from roaring cheers to an eerie silent. Your eyes were wide and unfocused, blurry shapes darted in front of your face. The sun felt all too warm of your skin and the breeze that ghosted over the field engulfed your form in a toasty embrace. The person kneeling in front of you drops their bat and from what you can tell, waves their hand in front of your eyes. Pitifully blinking away the tears, you finally are able to register the searing white hot pain radiating in your left leg.

Scout:

"Holy Crap!" (y/n)!? Are you okay?"

Lifting your head from off the matted field you struggle to lift the rest of your body from the ground.

"I wouldn't move if I were you-that looks really bad! I mean I ain't no doctor-but good thing we have a medic on base!"

Blinking away your tears you try to look down at where the pain is coming from, but calloused fingers gently bring your face to look away.

In short: Scout knows the basics of how to make a splint; but since it's you, he takes you to Medic. Scout makes you soup, gets you an icepack, elevates your leg with plenty of pillows and makes sure to give you the right dosage of pain medication. And when times are really rough, he will sit down next to you and snuggle. His long lanky arms wrapped around your chest as you lean all your weight into his side.

Sniper:

"Look at me Roo, look at me."

Sniper's commanding voice draws your attention away from the crowd of people swarming in to offer assistance. His wide blue eyes gaze at you in concern. Looking you over for any other injuries he motions for medic to come over. The rest of the day is a blur, you remember how firm and gentle hands ushered you to lay back down in Sniper's hold. The feeling of your leg growing numb and heavy. Every time you let out a small noise of discomfort Sniper leaned down to your ear and whispered small comforts and distractions.

At the end of the day, you and Sniper are resting in bed. Your head nestled gently against his chest.

Soldier:

You can't be sure if you're the one screaming or if your boyfriend is. All you see are lips moving and how exaggerated his arm movements are. The situation would almost be comical if not for the blinding pain making its presence known in your leg.

"(Y/N)!"

"(Y/N), don't move, don't move a single inch! Medic is on his way! When he's here then you can move!"

You blink up at Soldier, his wide eyes and quivering lip betraying his confident persona. When the cast is set in place, and you are sent back to your room Soldier makes great efforts to ensure your safety and well-being. He will wrap you in your favorite blankets and bring you all your favorite snacks. Time was passed, by watching tv, or listening to all his war stories.

Spy:

That one second of pain was all it took for him to disappear and reappear by your side. Whispering sweet words of comfort, he cradled your head in his chest with one hand while silently beckoning the resident medic out onto the field. His soft voice anchors you to this moment. It's calming in a scary sort of way. Being in his profession; Spy knows for sure what kind of pain you are going through. All the times he had to make sure that he wasn't left behind enemy lines unable to defend himself. How he delt with that fear, how he dealt with that pain. He wants to make sure that you never have to be in pain while alone. Back at base he treats you as if you were made of the finest porcelain. As if one wrong move might shatter you. He makes Medic do daily check-ups to see how you are and he makes you all the finest home cooked meals that you could ever want.

Demoman:

His strong arms wrap around your torso and gently picks you up, only to set you back down when your leg moves in an unnatural angle. Eye widening in shock, he runs back to the tent and drags a concerned Medic over.

"Aye, Look at me darlin-aye that's right, focus only on me-you're okay, you're okay."

When Medic is done looking you over, he carries you bridal style back to his room and makes you as comfortable as he possibly can. He brings over a deck of cards to play with, the tv set from the rec room, even the bookshelf from your room.

Pyro:

All hell breaks loose. Dragging both Engineer and Medic to your side he pets your head as Medic turns you over to your front side. Engineer: on the opposite side of Pyro and Medic, supports the rest of your weight as you are carried over to the medical wing. Pyro sticks by your side while Medic works his magic. His warm arms encase you in a tight embrace when you finally are declared healthy enough to go back to your room for rest. Pyro brings you all his stuffed animals, games, plushies and blankets. Anything you need and more is brought into your room making the space look more like a daycare than a normal room.

"Thank you Py, I really appreciate it."

Heavy:

When he sees you fall, he sees red. His instincts go on overdrive. He rushes over as fast as he can and without warning he resets your leg and makes a splint.

"Shhh, it is okay to cry, let it out."

Looking you over and trying to assess the situation only one conclusion comes to mind.

"Now we go to see Medic."

Leaving no room for an argument he lifts you up and brings you to the doctor. After getting pain medication, he carries you to your room and makes you his homemade soup. Heavy knows how much pain you are in and strives to make you feel comfortable. He treats you no different, because he already treated you like royalty.

Medic:

Seeing you struggle to stand back up from that nasty fall was all it took for Medic to know that something was amiss. He asks Heavy to return with a gurney and he sprints over to your side. His questions are clam and practiced, but his tone of voice has a noticeable falter. Enough to know that he was scared.

"Alrighty, now we are going to pay little Archimedes a visit in the lab, and then we shall go on from there, ja?"

Medic wastes no time in getting cast on and giving you medicine. He knows that now you are physically okay. But he wants to know what's going on upstairs. Gently he takes you back to your room and helps you undress and redress in more comfortable clothing.

"Lieb?"

You say nothing but hold on to him as tightly as you can.

Engineer:

Engineer has seen his fair share of accidents working out on the farm as a child. So, when you fall, and the sound of a CRUNCH was heard that was all he needed to know that you were not all right.

"I'm coming Darlin!"

Strong hands turn you over to your front and you are greeted with the brightest blue eyes that you've ever seen.

"Hey, Dell."

The calm aura that you were letting off only confirmed the fact that you didn't know that your leg was broken yet.

"Alright, I'm going to take you over to Medic so he can look you over, how's that sound?"

You could only nod in agreement.

After getting settled with a cast and a numb leg. Engineer carried you to his room and made you some tea, snacks and brought over some blankets. For the next few weeks, it felt as if you were in heaven on earth.

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Ta da! Hope you like it!

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[tf2-oneshots]

Can I ask for Mediscout where Medic is talking about one experiment or the other because someone else asked about it and Scout retains the information, because well, sue him for being interested, it's interesting to hear the doctor talk (and if it gives him him reason to stay a little closer and watch a little longer, thats no ones business. Especially you, Spy.) And later, when someone asks what the newest idea from Medic is, Scout answers instead of Medic without thinking

Of course! Mediscout is one of my faves to write💞

Warnings: None!

Rating: General

Scout pulled his favorite seat out from the kitchen table as he sat down with his plate of breakfast. He scoots in between Heavy and Soldier, squished by the massive men as they eat their share. The youngest of the three takes a few bites, mindlessly eating before a faint voice grows louder.

“Why are you so worried? All I have to do is inject octopus skin cells into yours, and your cloaking will be seamless!” It was Medic, carrying several sheets of paper with diagrams, charts, and sporadic research. He was following Spy into the kitchen, and the Frenchman looked utterly sickened by the proposition.

“Doctor, I spent a minimum of an hour exfoliating, moisturizing, and beautifying my skin. I will not have my work destroyed by…whatever it is you plan.” Spy, admittedly, tuned out the doctor’s rambling. He isn’t the first of their team to do so though. Whenever Medic goes on and on about his discoveries or experiments, most of the team has learned to drone him out. Even Heavy is guilty of losing focus when Medic word vomits his projects.

“You’re being irrational! The octopus cells go underneath your normal skin. I can manipulate them into becoming part of your body, and once the burning sensation fades, you will be the best Spy in the world!” Medic holds out one paper, hoping it would at least persuade Spy into reconsidering. He spent a whole month developing this! Sure, its still highly experimental and could potentially leave Spy with an unsavory complexion, but that’s science! Anyone with a brain can see why they should absolutely trust his work.

“The answer is no. A squid has no place in my body except when I order calamari. Good day.” Spy swipes his plate of breakfast, reaching past Scout to grab the jar of marmalade set on the table. Toast smeared with the sweetness, he promptly leaves the team to enjoy their food. Scout rolls his eyes at the rude parting. He could at least think on it and give Medic’s work a bit of validation.

The man works tirelessly, day and night to improve the team. Scout has found him passed out in his office, hair astray and face tucked into his arms. So many times he wanted to reach out and brush the strands back into place, but he can’t! That’s too weird. Coworkers don’t play with each other’s hair, unless they’re hairdressers. Scout is pretty sure neither of them are in that profession.

“Octopus.” Medic mutters his correction, stacking his papers into a neat pile and heading back to the lab. He gives a disheartened sigh. Maybe he should have offered to do a test strip of skin. Somewhere on Spy’s arm to visualize the comparison and reconsider. He just gets so excited!

“Mornin’, lads.” Demo proclaims to the kitchen as he struts towards the fridge. He rummages through it for a moment before producing a bottle of morning whiskey. With a quick pour into a cup of coffee, he slips the alcohol back inside the fridge and takes a gulp of his drink.

“What was that thing Medic was talking about?Something with seams.” Engineer drums his finger against the table, trying to recall what the man was planning. As his silence grows, he desperately looks for help. Soldier is stuffing his face, Sniper is pretending to sleep, and Heavy is taking far too long to sip his water.

“Doc wants to put octopus skin on Spy to make his invisibility better, but the Frenchie is too fancy for it.” Right as Scout finishes his explanation, he sees the doctor standing in the doorway. His trip back from the clinic was shorter than anticipated, and Scout feels his face burning up. God, he sounded like such a geek just now, and not for the experiment.

Medic stares at the young man in shock and a bit of adoration. Since when did Scout ever listen to him, or anyone for that matter? The runner revolves around himself, focused on his own greatness and incredible strength, which he completely lacks. Everyone comes second to Scout, so how did he perfectly encapsulate Medic’s experiment when no one else could?

“Ja, he’s right.” Medic takes a closer look at Scout. His cheeks are tinted red, and his left hand is shaking more than the right. His head stays lowered as he shovels the last bite of breakfast into his mouth. Before Medic gets a chance to ask how Scout remembered, the man is rushing away. Once again, Scout is too quick for the German.

“Uh, see ya.” Oh, that won’t do. Someone finally gives Medic the time of day to listen, and they try to run off? Not on this doctor’s watch. Breakfast shoved in the fridge for later, Medic’s white lab coat flutters behind him as he hurries after Scout. His leather boots clacking against the floor with every step.

To no one’s surprise, Scout tries to run. His walk turns into a jog, rounding corners with too sharp of turns. Medic huffs, following right on his heels. Scout might be the fastest class, but there’s only so many turns he can make before hitting a wall, which he does. Literally. Too distracted by dodging the German, Scout smacked face first into the wall leading to the showers.

“Scout? May we speak?” Medic calls out as the boy cups his sore nose. Scout presses to the offending surface, unable to pull away as the doctor steps closer. His gloved fingers adjust the circle glasses framing his gray eyes. Scout gulps, trying not to look him in the eye. Damnit, why is he so attractive?

“I want to thank you for listening. It seems as if you’re the only one these days.” That little praise does Scout in. His blushing face goes fully red, and he slinks against the wall. Damnit, damnit! Focus, Scout! Its just Medic. Why is he so weird about the man as of late?

“Yeah, well, uh, you know me! I’m the pro at listening. Like, you see these ears? Always open and listening. Its my middle name actually. Well, no, my Ma picked Tyler, but if I could make it my middle name—“ And he’s off, spilling tangent by tangent. Scout looks up to see if Medic was bored of him, yet the doctor remains neutral. In fact, Scout can even see a smile forming on his face. The American nervously laughs, not used to such a positive face during his rambles.

“Ja, you are very good. It’s sweet of you, actually. ‘Keep at it’ as they say, hase.” Medic leans in, pressing lips right to Scout’s forehead. His latex hand cups his cheek as if Scout would try to run from this. The boy is completely frozen, mouth agape with those adorable buck teeth sticking out. Such a cute little bunny.

“Uh, uh, you-y-you got it, doc. I’m gonna, uh, get you back for this though. You better be ready, cause I’m a ninja. I got a black belt in kissing.” It’s actually a blue one from when he tried karate as a boy before discovering baseball. An awkward grin forms as Medic turns to leave.

“Oh, how frightening! I hope you show mercy, Herr Scout.” Medic grins, walking away as Scout tries to collect himself. He’ll be waiting for that kiss, and he certainly hopes its when Scout checks in on the doctor during his late nights in the office.

Hope you enjoyed this!! -H

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[sniper-but-gayer]

I wrote a spy x reader oneshot! Pretty proud of it ngl. Wrote it at 3 am 💀 Gender neutral reader because fuck the fem!reader default!!

It has been dubbed the "spy gets pegged fic" by me and my discord friends

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Warnings: it is literally just a smutshot!! So!! Very NSFW!! Read at ur own risk lmao

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Spy x GN!Reader Smutshot

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"M-merde! Mon cher, please slow- Ahhn~!" Spy gasped against the sheets, panting out moans with each thrust of my hand. 

His hands were cuffed behind his back, and he was naked save his socks and garters. I kneeled above him, one arm looped around his leg to lift slightly. 

"You know you like it" I chuckled, curling my fingers back to hit that bundle of nerves. He threw his head back with a whine.

"Please! Fuck- Nngh! Stop, I can't take this anymore, I can-" he cut himself off with a sob, tears rolling down his pretty face.

I smiled, slowing down to let go of his leg and rub his back with my, now free, arm. 

"Just ride it out, honey. You deserve to feel good tonight." I whispered gently in his ear.

He nodded appreciatively, looking up at me with a sweet, tired smile.

I leaned down and kissed his temple, continuing down to trail kisses on his back.

"I love you," I chuckled, before scissoring my fingers as wide as he could allow.

He cried out with a high pitched gasp that turned into a loud, stuttering moan.

I began thrusting again, long and deep. 

His hands were balled up into fists while in the cuffs, knuckles white. His head was thrown back, salt-and-pepper hair messy and wild. His eyes were pinched closed, his tear-stained face glowing in the candlelight. Spy was gritting his teeth, breath coming out in a hiss. He was desperately trying not to moan and sob against my hand, but he just couldn't help himself. 

His whole body glistened with sweat, back arched elegantly upward. His toned arms straining against warm metal, pressed firmly to his back. His heels dug into my back, a feeling I had long gotten used to by now.

Jesus fucking christ, he was gorgeous.

"Darling, please stop! I cannot- I-I can't-" he choked on a sob, his pelvis grinding back on my hand. He pressed his face down into the pillow, trying to stop his crying.

I almost felt bad, seeing his painfully erect cock. He was dripping with precum, throbbing and red. His moans and whimpers were short and fast, he was so desperate for release.

I pulled my hand out of him, earning me a whine of dissatisfaction. 

"Cherie, why- oh please don't stop now! I-I can't- please! I'm so close, I need this!" He panted, whipping his head around to face me.

"I need you, cherie. Please."

Fuck. Can't say no to that.

I rubbed his shoulders briefly, whispering an "I love you" into the nape of his neck.

And then, without hesitation, I put my left two fingers into him, and my right hand on his thigh. 

He cried and moaned, gasping as he came. He laid there, panting so heavily I thought he might hyperventilate.

"Mmng... Thank you- Oh, thank you. I-I love you, sososo much..." he weakly slurred.

But I wasn't done just yet. I put my hand around his spent cock, jerking him off hard and fast.

The anguished sound he made would make the Devil blush.

He could hardly make a sound, just a few quiet hiccupy sobs. His voice broke as he cried out "Oh, God!" when he came for a second time.

He collapsed with a high whine, tired and weak. I knew not to push him any further, and retrieved the handcuff keys from the dresser. I uncuffed him and put them away in a drawer, then went to remove his socks and garters.

I retrieved a glass of water while he caught his breath, and came back to Spy weakly sitting up against the headboard. I handed him the cup and he sipped it quietly. 

Without a word, he got up from the bed so I could change the sheets, and then laid back down once I had finished.

I crawled into bed next to him and cupped his face in my hands. He looked back at me with heavy-lidded eyes, an infatuated smile gracing his features. I kissed his forehead, then his nose, then his lips.

I felt his shaky hand rest on my cheek while I kissed him. When we broke apart, I breathed, "Did I push you too far? Should I have stopped?"

His smile widened, showing his teeth. "Non, chérie. Tu étais parfaite. C'était merveilleux."

I grinned, "I'll take that as a happy no."

I pulled the covers up to my shoulders, and reached over to hold him tightly. He buried his face in my neck, giving it a slight kiss.

"Goodnight, love."

"Bonne nuit, ma douce."

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[rubyjakewillton]

oneshot procreate doodles (colorized circa 2023)

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[bonkbeliever]

Getting off to the thought of you ── ★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! [NSFW Solo!Scout x GN!Reader]

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his pov, masturbation, object humping, excessive cum, overstimulation, anal fingering, sub scout/dom reader, reader isn't in the room, long oneshot, sort of dumbification?

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For the first time in a while, RED lost and Scout had no idea who's fault it was, but honestly? He couldn't care less. He was way too tired out of his mind to remember how many times his team had to respawn thanks to BLU, and was more annoyed over not getting to use his bat throughout that entire mission.

He plopped onto his bean bag.

Might as well clean his bat anyway, just to kill time before dinner, despite it being perfectly fine.

After a few minutes or so, he started getting extremely bored. As he typically does.

Scout sighed, feeling content with the job he's done so far, and got up from his seat.

"A-ah!"

He paused.

His eyes widen from that sudden chill.

He looked down to see his bat wedged in between his legs.

He pushed the bat down.

Then up.

Then down.

Then up.

The cold metal sent shivers down his abdomen.

He did it again,

And again,

And again.

Until he was now shoving the bat in and out, sliding it rapidly against his clothed cock.

His face quickly relaxed and his eyelids gradually lowered to a halfway point, knowing that with every hump he shoved into his baseball bat, his lips would automatically wet themselves with drool.

God, he became horny fast.

Like, really fast.

He plonked back on his bean bag and was already spreading his legs far and wide in the air, pumping the bat in an influx of upward and downward motions.

He thrusted into every part of it: from the spherical top that kneaded his balls, to the clyindrical middle that aroused his penis with lubricious rubs, to the bumpy bands at the bottom that gave his foreskin that extra friction.

The pleasure was indescribable.

Scout stuck the head of his dick into the concave dent of the bat, and his whine was instantaneous.

That was definitely his favorite spot.

The way his whole cock just glides onto it, up-and-down, side-to-side. Man, if he were forced to go through respawn over stealing medkits just to experience this high for the rest of time? He absolutely would.

It felt so good to a point where he laid his body further into the bean bag, imprinting his silhouette.

So, he stayed there.

Simply humping it.

Meanwhile, his entire body began to shake and with how fast he was going, it made the bat feel like a proper vibrator, prompting his skin to just sweat more and more, making his clothes cling to him like vines on a brick wall — and the wet fabric made it feel all the better.

The variations of sharp edges and soft curves made his dumb brain go haywire.

It reminded him of you,

So, so much.

Detailed memories of your supple curves came surging into his brain. He loved your raw and rough skin, and how they contrast your fluffy rolls.

Oh how he wished he was going into you, desperately fucking your insides like the rabbit he was. He wants to be all hot, sweaty, and messy whilst you remained in your perfectly dreamy state, softness written all over you, which was enough silent praise for him to absolutely lose it.

God, you're so beautiful to him

You turned him on like crazy.

Though, the bat does pale in comparison to you. Obviously an inanimate object could never do the things you did, but it met his needs for now.

He pushed his slit into the edges of the dent, imagining it were your nail ruthlessly teasing him.

He thought long and hard about this sex position he was desperate to try, but feared it would be too embarrassing.

He imagined himself being craddled in your arms. You carried him bridal style as you sat comfortably on the bed, the pillows cushioning your adorable ass.

He scrunched his eyes, picturing you toying with him. Playing with the precum that slicked his dick by pumping his phallic penis at an agonizing pace, but momentarily award him with the fast motions of your hand once you reached his tip. Echoes of genitals squelching mixed in with the faint noises of his whimpers and your loving laugh. He wished he could record that, play it on repeat as a constant reminder of who he belongs to.

He wanted to lap his tongue onto your nipple, senselessly suck on it. He wanted your ridges and bumps to be soaked in his spit, to rid him of any air when he suctions his lips on your chest. The idea of you abrupty sucking in your breath because of his saliva made Scout ooze clear, colorless, viscous fluid.

Imagining your bewitching eyes looking down on him as you instructed him to stare back into yours, saying that he must beg for the right to be kissed if he wanted a mere peck of your precious lips.

And he wanted all of that to happen with his wrists and ankles bounded by strings of rope.

He was so desperate to be tortured and teased by you, wishing he were immobile so he'd be forced to enjoy and endure everything you gave him — whether it'd make him pray for more or whine for less was all up to you.

Scout clung to all the erotic things you did to make him excessively cum everywhere on his pretty body. And because of that, he willingly gave you full control of his autonomy.

He loved it when you gave him orders, told him what to do 'cause there's no one else he'd oblige to. Like, what position he should be in or when he was allowed to cum.

However, outside of you two, he hated it when others felt entitled enough to do the same — with tasks unrelated to sex, of course — because it was downright annoying. He hated how small it made him feel.

Scout being the youngest and the one who's bossed around the most because he's the youngest didn't help his case, and he knows how everyone around him takes advantage of that.

But when you were bossing him around? Oh, it was all he ever wanted you to do.

He didn't know how you managed to get him to do as you pleased, partially because his brain was feeling too good to care, but it honestly fascinated him. To turn his horrifically 'macho' ego into one of pure devotion was something only you had the power to do.

Probably because you were never harsh with him, never belittled him if he did something slightly off or embarrassingly wrong. You showed him kindness like no other and he's not gonna lie, your patience is insanely attractive to him (on top of everything else that he finds attractive about you).

Whenever you asked him to do the simplest things from grabbing your towel to extreme ones where you made him put his ass up in the air with his face down in a pillow, it was always in this gentle tone that made him feel so incredibly loved.

Scout broke out of his thoughts and stopped humping the bat.

It wasn't as satisfying anymore.

He needed skin.

He wanted yours on him but you weren't here.

So, his would just have to suffice.

Scout threw the bat to the side, making it clang onto the floor, and quickly unbuckled his belt to let his masculinity free.

He watched it for a moment, his precum spewing and spurting out on its own, trickling its transparent, watery substance down his penis.

The fact you weren't even physically here but the thought of you alone managed to make Scout's dick overflow with pre-ejaculatory fluid was insane to him.

Now, with his pants on the other side of the room and his buck teeth digging into his shirt, he revealed his chest to the open air. One hand squeezing and pulling his nub, the other jerking his dick at a god knows what speed.

His hand was a blur, and everything was going way too fast, but all he knows is that he's dripping wet, moaning as loud as he possibly can — not giving a single shit if anyone heard him — and on the brink of cumming all over himself.

He can feel it.

The hot liquid making its way through to the outside world.

His hat flew off of him, unveiling the brown hairs that stuck to his sweaty temple. His face, the same shade of red as his shirt. His dog tags jingled with the rise and fall of every huff he took, and he moved the finger that toyed his nipple to instead play with his slit, imagining it was yours.

Fuck, is this what you felt?

The perfect warmth of his glans, the silky precum blanketing his entire tip and the intense joy of seeing more of it squirt out with every press and pull. No wonder you loved handjobs.

Scout was nearing the inevitable, and swore to overwhelm himself over and over again once he came.

And overwhelm he did.

Because the moment he envisioned the ghost of your lips wrapped around his dick, a flood of cum came pouring out and a guttural groan broke out from the depths of his lungs.

But he didn't stop.

No, he kept at that same swift pace and went so fast, he literally rolled off the bean bag and onto the cold floor.

Just cumming everywhere.

It was a never-ending stream of semen, and the only thing that muffled the sounds of it splashing onto the wooden tiles were his wanton whines.

Now he was 100% sure that everyone at the base could hear him, and was 1000% sure that they'd all give him shit about it tonight.

They wouldn't understand, 'course they can't. Only Scout was lucky enough to be yours, and the others could never find someone half as perfect as you are, it was near impossible.

Actually, scratch that — it was impossible.

Scout compared you to those one-of-a-kind, limited edition Tom Jones figurines that people would have to actively kill for to even be deserving of it.

But he knew that all he had to do was be your good, obedient boy.

And as your boy, he knew he didn't have to care about how the others felt.

How could he when he's on the floor, masturbating like he's an animal in heat, too dumb to think of anyone but you. Not even realising that he's been moaning your name this entire time, begging for you to touch him, pull his hair, and let him cum as if you were there all along.

So much so, he began to prod at his own hole. Scout smarmed his middle finger with his cum and tried to get an inch of his finger inside him, barely managing to push any of it in but he reached for his g-spot anyway.

He fingered himself simultaneously with the pumps of his penis. Every jerking motion fuzzed his brain, and his walls would tense and contract, blocking out any movement but he still curled his finger deeper into himself. Strangely enough, he found himself enjoying the coarseness of his bandages when they lightly grazed his ass.

Then he found the spot,

And he pressed down on his prostate hard.

All Scout could see was his final blow of cum explode out of him, it sprayed all over his stomach and specks that flew into the air landed on his face, eventually descending into the back of his throat.

His middle finger left his insides with a 'pop' and he carefully let go of his still-erect dick, and both sensations left him whimpering.

Scout blinked and a satisfied tear rolled down his cheek, one that was coated in a mix of sweat, drool, and cum.

His eyes drifted to the clock and realised that he had been going at it for over an hour now.

How no one walked in the middle of all of that was beyond him. He honestly expected someone to barge in and tell him to shut the fuck up already (had it been you who said that, he definitely would've cum more than he already has).

His stomach growled, as if it knew what time it was.

Scout sighed, ruffled his hair with his hand, which was still drenched in sperm, and sat up.

Oh, fuck.

Everything from his legs to the bat to the surface he sat on had traces of him smeared all over them.

He tried to get up but his feet gave way, all his attempts had him wobbling on the floor as if he were suddenly made of jelly.

Speaking of which, jelly does sound real good right about now.

He miserably reached out for the tissues on his bedside drawer, acting as if his legs were completely severed.

Then suddenly, a noise.

Many noises.

Noises that sounded like footsteps.

Fuck.

Several footsteps.

All of which were coming towards him.

ShitShitShit!

And as if God came to punish him, his door knob turned.

"Ah, crap..."

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And that's how Mad Milk came to be! JK (ᗒᗜᗕ)՛̵̖ hahahaha

But wow, I wrote all of that solely because I saw this really cute drawing of Scout humping his bat and I couldn't not write something based off of it (⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Also thank you to the first person who reblogged my last smutshot! I realised that some of my ideas work better with a gender neutral reader, especially since they focus more on Scout's physical pleasure instead of the reader's, so I'll try and do that more often if the reader being afab makes no difference to the story!

I'm so into the idea that Scout's libido is crazy high and has so much pent-up cum stored inside of him, so to make him overstimulate himself like that was sooo adorable for me (๑>◡<๑)~♡ I just love guys like that, hopefully I get to have one irl ( ˶•̀ _•́ ˶)!

[Update: I found the drawing again! Thought I'd share it with you guys <3]

(I'm trying to think of ideas where the reader is recieving but because I'm such a giver, it's hard for me to come up with anything ;_; AHH I can't help but think of ways to ruin Scout (×_×;) Sorry, you guys </3)

#tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 x reader #tf2 scout x reader #team fortress 2 #scout x reader #tf2 oneshots #tf2 headcanons #gn reader #gn dom male sub #male sub

[healpimp]

If you are ever in doubt wether my posts with demo and soldier interacting are boots n bombs or not i promise you it is intended to be fully and utterly homosexual

#They might not always be balls-slapping-the-taint deep in each other when i draw them #but i assure you its boots n bombs #i draw them like how masashi kishimoto draws naruto and sasuke #never not thinking abt the other when drawing them #like do i have to draw them cumming in every hole before you are convinced its gay. look at them barbara. #do you think its galpal time when i use the half-zatoichi as the sword that kills soldier. #do u think i chose the katna cus i thought it was the coolest sword. or my fav sword to use. #no. im a bottle bitch. #you think i use THE gayest sword in tf2. the one that can oneshot 2 specific classes if they also carry the sword. #just so you can assume its a best friend thing. #i use the half-zatoichi bc that shit is gayer than gay sex #like wydm they can kill each other in one shot. homosexual behavior. #theyve killed each other so many times now that they have intimate knowledge of each others bodies #they know what to aim for to kill them. how to ngle the sword just so. #cross faction icons. #the blood and gore and violence is a hyper masculine way of them baring themselves to each other without having to commit #the danger and pain and betrayal that awaits when theyre openly and unapologetically friendly and close w each other #the fact when they WERE open abt it they were punished #they had to choose between their job and their friend and without the staged betrayal #without the lies fed to them they would have chosen friend #and you know the job is important to both of them #enjoyable even #bnb CAN be loveydovey picnic at the park #but its not all it is #its the war where they tear each other apart thinking the other is in the wrong #its their fear of committing again #its their festering image of what the other did and the inability to even attempt to clear it up till its too late #and its the way they can bounce back from it #because theyre gay barbara theyre homosexual

[simp999]

Can I request something sorta angsty, yet fluffy towards the end for soldier (blu specifically)?

Specifically something to do with a losing streak, and the reader feels like a disgrace to the team. So he's sat there to comfort them. Maybe in like a friends to lovers context too (so like that's when a first kiss happens)

Sorry if this is too much, I'm not really good at writing and I enjoy the way you write the mercs in general

Aaaa I'm so sorry for taking so long- I hope this reaches your expectations!! And I'm so glad that you enjoy how I write the mercs- it's really reassuring to hear that since I'm still quite new to it www

BLU! Soldier x Reader Oneshot - You have me.

Wc: 1.8k

Themes: hurt/comfort, Angst, Fluff, Romantic

A/N: ..Does BLU Solly have a different name?

Taglist: @skeleton-stomper-xoxo @moopy-milk

Masterlist

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You hear a loud knock at the door, making you jump. It doesn't take much effort to know who could possibly be knocking that loud- and who would be busting the door down, had you not locked it.

You can't let him see you like this.

He'll think you're weak, right? You can't let him know how easily stuff gets to you. How easily a mere few words can plague your mind- and destroy it from the inside out. Not to mention the terrible job you've been doing on the battlefield, all of your recent losses feel like they were your fault. You could have done something better every time, and it feels like you never learn from your mistakes despite trying so hard to do so. The last battle was what tipped you off the edge completely- you could have won. But you hesitated. The RED Soldier ran off with the intelligence, and you were a second too late to attack. Most of the BLU team saw it, and decided to keep quiet and distance themselves. Spy was the only one to speak up later once you two had ended up alone in the hallway of the base.

"I NEED YOU TO GO EAT, PRIVATE! WE'RE CURRENTLY PUTTING THE FOOD AWAY AS WE SPEAK."

You nod to yourself- you know for a fact that you risk a great chance at your voice cracking if you spoke. Despite that nod, you know you don't have the guts to show your face to anyone any time soon- it's going to take a while for your face to get less red and puffy.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE, COME EAT OR I'M BREAKING DOWN THIS DOOR!"

Oh. Oh no. You know that the guy has no restraint- but does he really have to do that far again? This'll be the third time you've seen him punch a hole through your door since you've been here- and you've been lucky compared to the others.

You let out a quick sigh, going up to gently lean on your door. Without opening it, you talk to him through it;

"I'll- I'll go eat later. I'm not hungry right now."

That came out a lot softer than you had hoped, and a lot more hesitant.

"NO, SIR! YOU NEED TO RE-FUEL FROM OUR EARLIER BATTLE!"

And with that, he begins to fumble with the doorknob. You try to hold it in place- but it's no use.

"I AM COMING IN NOW!! I WILL BRING YOU TO THE TABLE MYSELF."

You...don't really have a choice here, do you? You'd rather not have to ask Engie to replace your door handle again, so you reluctantly unlock it, still doing your best to hold it in place. You're still not ready to face him.

It doesn't take much for him to push the door open- nearly shoving you aside until he feels the extra weight against the door.

"THERE! NOW COME-" He cuts himself off mid-sentence when he sees your fragile form, holding your hands to your chest and making yourself appear as small as possible.

He stutters a few words, a mix between you's, what's and how's. He's never been too good with words, and he's really regretting that right now.

"WHO-" he notices the way you flinch a bit at the loudness, and immediately adjusts himself.

He takes a moment to take his helmet off and holds it close to show respect, and to show that he's listening.

"Who.. did this to you?"

You lazily shake your head, a nervous smile beginning to form. Always assuming people are the problem, that guy.

"It's nothing- I'm just overreacting and need a bit of time to mys-"

"If someone dares hurt you this much then it isn't nothing. Now tell me who did what so I can beat those commies' asses into the dirt. Was it those damned REDs?"

Your body still feels weak, so you gently go to sit on your bed, grabbing a plushie that Pyro had given you one day to pet and calm yourself. He comes to sit a few feet away from you, unsure if he should pat your back or leave you be, so he ends up sitting with his back straight and the farthest things from casually, with all of his attention on you.

"It's- still, it's just me overreacting-"

"NO- no, it is not. Let me hear what happened first."

You try to figure out how to phrase it all properly, but it's hard to do so with your thoughts racing.

"It's just- y'know, the losses n'.. Stuff."

Jane's brows furrow in confusion. But you always seemd to give it your best. You always fought as hard as you could, making sure that your team could stay in the match. He'd seen the way you'd casually warn your teammates of any nearing opponents, or how you'd skillfully avoid attacks and take down REDs. You often prioritized your team's safety over your own. He'd often hear you shout "6 o'clock!" or if there were enemies near, you suggested the team learn some basic sign language. He has to admit, it has saved him many times.

Another thing he noticed was that you tended to stick near him. Scout would often make fun of you for being Soldier's 'pocket buddy'- but you two simply managed to work well together. You were his common sense when he didn't have any. Which is why he immediately noticed that you began to keep your distance- ever since the second battle of your loosing streak, you've been straying farther and farther from him on the battlefield. He simply couldn't put two and two together. He didn't know how to help- he was never good with comfort.

So, he leaned in for a hug.

You flinched and shied away.

He could feel his heart break in his chest.

You always liked the pats on the head after battles, or when he'd pick you up and carry you to show you off after some exceptional battles. None of it added up- unless..

"Is it that damned RED soldier? Did he do something?"

You froze at the mention of him. There was no getting out of this. You took a long breath in and curled into yourself even more.

"It's- it's stupid. I'm just overrea-"

"-No. Tell me what the hell the bastard did." He was barely able to keep his fury contained. How dare that RED son of a bitch hurt you?!

You mumbled under your breath. Jane couldn't make sense of it, so he asked you once more.

"Never send a coward to fight a man's war, Biscuit." You held your breath, not wnting to reveal any more. Jane knew better, though. He knew that you simply getting called a coward wouldn't be enough to ruin your mood as much as this- you were so brave! Why would and insult that has nothing to do with you hurt so much?

So, he questioned you on it.

"...He calls be Biscuit because I crumble in the face of danger." You glance away. "That's what he said, anyways."

"But you don't. You often sacrifice yourself for the team. It's not always taking a bullet for us, but risking yourself to tell us that there's a teleporter hidden somewhere, or revealing your location to tell me to watch out behind me."

"But I am a coward! Even the BLUs think so-" You began to ramble, trying to validate your feelings- accidentally revealing too much.

He wants to comfort you. He wants to squeeze you so tight, and not let anyone take you away. To promise you you'll be safe with him. But first, a much more important question needs to be answered;

"What makes you think that?"

You panic, realising that you're going to have to reveal your secret. You hope that he's stupid enough that he doesn't get it.

"You remember earlier, when the RED Soldier took our intelligence, and was the closest to him?"

"Yes. You shot at him and missed."

"I hesitated."

He stayed quiet for a moment.

"It cost us the battle. I cost us the battle."

Still, nothing was adding up. You're always making hundreds of split-second decisions, evaluating every variable and trying to decide the best course of action in milliseconds. Why was a second of hesitation tearing you apart so much?

"Spy came up to me after the battle."

Jane's brows furrowed even farther.

"Sparing the RED soldier isn't going to make the BLU one like you any more."

"And he's right. You hate me. You all hate me. I can't do anything right, and you're all paying the price for my mistakes. I'm a liability, and- and I shouldn't even be on the battlefield!" Tears began to build up and overflow, your words getting louder and smushed together the longer you went on.

"I- I don't have anyone anymore!"

"You have me, Cupcake." His expression softens as he puts all of your words together.

"You.. you just want me to be proud of you? Buttercup, you have no idea how proud I am." He had an expression of disbelief written across his face, you really meant the world to him.

"You mean it?"

"I do.-"

"-I love you so damn much, you have no idea."

He's quick to hold you in a firm embrace when you tackle him in a hug. He only loosens up to pat you on the head and eventually moves any stray hairs before giving you a kiss on the forehead.

He breaks loose from your hug to give you a long speech about how strong you are, and how he'd be completely lost without you beside him. You sit on his lap as he reminds you of some of his favorite moments in battle- there's a fondness in his eyes when he recounts the first time he rocket-jumped with you.

He carefully wipes away any remaining tears, only to stare at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes. You really did mean a lot to him, and he'd do anything to show you his appreciation for you. He realizes that he's staring and quickly pulls you close to hide his face in the cook of your neck. This is when you realize that you forgot to tell him that you felt the same way- but before you could tell him, he just barely broke the hug enough to ask you;

"Can.. May I kiss you?"

You closed the distance without a second thought. Jane absentmindedly held you tight, and you could feel his smile grow into the kiss.

The next time you were out on the battlefield, both teams could only marvel at(-or be frustrated with) your newfound strength.

The two of you are one unstoppable force to be reckoned with.

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Sept.7.23

#tf2 #x reader #fanfic #team fortress #team fortress two #team fortress 2 #tf2 soldier #team fortress two soldier #team fortress 2 soldier #soldier x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 soldier x you #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 soldier x reader #team fortress soldier x reader #team fortress fanfic #tf2 oneshot

[lastchancestardomm]

A Real Family

Mercenaries x Teen!Reader

Word Count - 2.5K

Warnings: Child Abuse. Swearing. Fluffy Found-Family Mercenaries. OC-insert. Written accents.

Status - Not Beta Read

A/N: Remember that post I made about the Mercs bullying Teufort citizens? That's how long this big boy was cooking. This is my brain slop served on a silver platter for all to see. This isn't a reader insert, just my 16-year-old TF2 oc Ana Ivanova (who was pushed out of a helicopter into Snakewater but shhh we don't talk about that). The translations for the Estonian words are in the replies of this post. As for Ana's lore this is just the tip of the iceberg lol.

The cool Estonian air poured into the room like a wave lapping on the shore of a beach. So sudden, yet so common. Ana flipped over in her bed, the créme-colored, thin fleece blankets hand-knitted by her late mother wrapped around her. Ana squinted through the dark, and saw the silhouette of her sister's grinning face in her doorway.

"Hei, sister! Today, it's your turn to help me string the nets and catch us some breakfast!! C'mon, get up and put on a smile, unekott!" Maria chimed, her voice falsely inviting.

Ana's stomach grumbled under her blankets at the mention of breakfast. Last night, Maria sent her to bed with no dinner because she gave her lip. Ana leaned up on her elbows, back popping as she squinted up at her smarmy sister. Maria rushed her, like a cat pouncing on its prey, her hands gripping Ana's arms, and Maria hauled Ana out of her safe and comfy bed.

"Hei! Mida-"

"Ei! No cuss words," Maria sternly reminded her, hooking arms with Ana and dragging her from her bedroom to the kitchen.

The two siblings skipped down the hall, as the oldest of them was in the kitchen brewing some hot tea. Little Olev was cradled in his arms, wrapped in another white fleece blanket that was hand-knitted by their mother.

"Tere, Alex!" Maria said in a sing-song voice, greeting her older brother.

She sighed. "Tere, Aleksander– tere, little Olev," Ana hastily greeted. Maria whacked the back of her head. Ana made a groan, as her brother's sweet-as-honey smile faltered slightly.

Maria kissed the top of Ana's head to ease Aleksander, and she skipped over to kiss her older brother on the cheek, as her littlest sibling made a tired noise of distaste. Twirling playfully, she yoinked a black, furry coat off the coat rack and began buttoning it. Ana simply stared at her display.

"Mida? You're fourteen, you can get the coat yourself. Now, hurry! Before I do it all and you'll get nothing to eat!" Maria benignly threatened in her sisterly voice. Ana flinched when Maria's hand raised to exaggerate the "nothing to eat".

Ana nearly tripped over her socked feet; drunkenly stumbling to the coat rack to grab the slick maroon coat. The soft, rabbit fur lining slipped over Ana's lanky arms. The shiny zipper cocooned Ana in her coat, and throwing on her boots she grabbed the ice drill and a cup of bait on the key stand. Maria smiled at Ana and pat her on the back, Ana recoiling from the action.

The sisters rushed outside into the snowy Estonian grass. It was near ethereal. The sky was silver, as frost twinkled on every blade of grass. Powder snow rained down like it always did in the morning, and Ana sped out after her sister for the frozen lake.

Stepping onto the ice, and seeing the imprint of her boots on the thin sheet of snow covering the lake, Ana smiled. Maria did a whistle for Ana to come near, and she stomped on a soft part of the ice where all the small fish were. It was never a lot, but it was enough to feed the four of them.

Ana set the drill down onto the heart of the crack Maria made by stomping on the ice, and slowly rotated the drill-tip in her hands. The ice was already pretty thin, so when Ana pressed the side button meant to punch a hole in the ice, she accidentally dropped the drill into the cold water.

"Mida kuradit?!" Maria screamed at her. That drill was hand-made by Aleksander and their father, back when Maria was little. Her papa always held the family drill in high value, and so Maria did too. To lose the drill felt like losing a 10,000 quid lottery.

"Ma- vabandust!" Ana pleaded. Maria grabbed Ana's dirty blonde hair, teeth gritted in contempt. Maria yanked on Ana's hair firmly, to twist her away; and Ana fumbled on her feet when she was spun, so she slipped and fell face-first onto the ice.

Maria fell with her, but she caught herself on her knees. Ana was laid out on the ice like a dead body, as her older sister glared down at her with empty eyes of hate. Ana's neck craned back, and her face was bashed against the ice.

Again and again, Maria continued to pound Ana's face into the ice 'till she bled. Her eyes were filling with blood from cuts on her forehead– her sister fading into the red, blurry void.

Eventually, the ice broke; Ana's face heading into the water below. She screamed, bubbles of air gurgling out of her mouth. Her head flew up, freed, and she was flashed with sunlight. Her achy arms lifted her up on silky, gray-brown sand. The sky was a gentle blue, and calm waters tickled her wrists. The rocky outcrops were rounded, warm, and soothing.

At least until the screaming came. Men, screaming. Explosions turned the once-gentle sky orange, and all the white puffy clouds in it dispersed into black smoke. A bullet bounced off a rock beside her, chipping it and turning it jagged. Then. The worst part of it all. Had to be Maria's laughter. It came from the loudspeakers. It made Ana's ears ring. Maria's fucking cackling.

Ana's hands rushed to cup her ears; to make the vexatious, awful laughter go away. It was deafening, and made Ana's head pound. She screamed, and she screamed and she screamed to make it go away.

As she screamed for Maria's stupid laughing to go away, people calling her name emerged, and it got louder and louder with the laughter too. "Ana! Ana! Ana!" it was like a bunch of different voices were speaking all at once. Her eyes squeezed shut against her will. This didn't feel nice. Make it stop. Make it quiet. Shut up. Stop it.

"Stop." she sorely, and quietly mustered at first. But the voices kept coming. "Stop!" she demanded, eyes now open and pouring unshed tears. But the voices continued to get more anxious. "Stop it!" she screamed. But they kept coming.

"STOP!"

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Ana's eyes fluttered open, and she wasn't on the hellish battlefield anymore; rather, on a couch. A red couch. A man in a white doctor's coat was level with her, on his knees; his icy blue eyes locked with Ana's turquoise ones.

A breathy, Estonian "Ah?" lazily left her lips in a yawn.

The hands on Ana's face were not hers, trying to block out the laughs; but rather the man's, whose soft thumbs were wiping away tears. Her world seemed fuzzy, but slowly, she could make up the words flying around her.

"Ana? Mein Kind, vake up," Medic was saying. An expression of worry was worn on his face. Others were also trying to coax her awake. She felt herself trembling on the couch, now aware of someone's arm wrapped around her.

"Medic?" Ana asked quietly. He nodded, and Soldier and Pyro were now shushing the others. "Mis juhtus?" she asked looking around, accidentally slipping into her mother-tongue.

"Jou fell asleep betveen Heavy und I," Medic started, the arm around Ana belonging to Heavy. The large Russian was looking down at her, his worry also evident. "Jou started vhimpering und tvitching. Vhen jou started crying ve all tried vaking jou up," Ana was suddenly aware of all the eyes on her; every Merc staring her down with a concerned look.

"It was just a nightmare, I'm fine, really!" Ana said, trying to nonchalantly shrug it off. A shaky breath trailed her words.

"Kiddo, no one should be actin' like dat when sleepin'," Scout stated.

"Oui, Scout is right. What was zhe dream about, chérie?" Spy asked from his spot next to Sniper.

She shook her head, "It doesn't matter, I'm fine now," Ana said, attempting to reassure them. It seemed to only worsen their state, though. Medic took Ana's hands, holding them, opening his mouth to begin to speak when Engineer cut him off.

"Yah weren't dreamin' 'bout her again, were yah?" he asked. Ana's eyes guiltily fell to her hands, an obvious yes.

"Roo, yah left that sheila behind the day yuh fell into Snakewater," Sniper said, sighing. His head dipped low, solemnly, but he straightened back up when Ana spoke.

"My brother... he didn't even try to look for me," she said, feeling the salty tears drip down her face once more. "He didn't even try."

"Ana." Heavy stated suddenly. "Look at Heavy vhen he iz talking to you." She did as he told, meeting his eyes. Heavy's grip on her tightened. "It iz better dat he did not." he said. "You are happy vis us, да? Happier than you ever been?" Ana nodded at all his questions, taking her hand from Medic's to wipe away still-wet tears. "You should not care about her."

"She treated yah like crap! She was messin' with yer family so she could hurt yah wit'out no one questionin' it! Now tha' is no way tuh live," interjected Demoman, shaking his fist. Soldier patted Demo on the shoulder in agreement.

"Ana?" Scout, almost somberly, asked. Ana looked over at him; he was holding his hat in his hands, and his headset was around his neck with his short brown hair ruffled. "Did... did any of 'em evah tell yah dat they loved yah?" When she shook her head, a no, the temperature in the room seemed to increase.

Their combined anger could've rivaled Ana's late father. A lot of them were muttering curses under their breath. "But none of them needed to! Alex kept the roof over my head and Maria was keeping food on my plate; it was all just peachy!" Ana was shushed by Heavy.

"Ana. Zhose are her words, not yours," Spy said. "Zhat is not love. Zhat is what caretakers legally 'ave to do for you in this country,"

Ana frowned. "But Maria always told me-"

"Ana! She had lied to you about a lot of things!" Soldier said suddenly. "Hudda hudda!" Pyro added, probably agreeing with Soldier.

"Ana, listen to me." Medic said, drawing her eyes back to him. "Jour birzh parents, siblings, whoever- vill never love jou as much as ve do. Zhey do not compare to us; zhat may sound narcissistic, but it is true,"

Ana nearly froze. "You guys... love me?" It was a genuine question.

"I mean, yah kinda fell from the sky and took a tumble on 'dem rocks in Snakewatah, so Doc hadda heal yah, and we all wanted to keep yah at that point," Scout said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Ve had to fight the Miss Pauling to keep you," Heavy added.

"Aye! Even after that we had to fight The Administrator!" Demoman chimed in.

"Darlin', we gave yah somethin' yer old parents never could." Engineer said. Ana rose her brow and he smiled at her. "A real family,"

"We love yah more than anythin' kiddo," Scout said.

"We'll foight for yah, even if that means we lose our jobs; yer way more important," Sniper stated, grinning. Though his grin was lost when Ana suddenly burst into tears.

"What is the matter, Cadet?" Soldier asked frantically.

Ana covered her face with her hands, attempting to wipe away the tsunami of warm tears dribbling down her face. Don't cry, please. "I- I'm just so happy!" she cried. "No one's ever- ever loved me before! Aitäh, aitäh!"

Medic sighed, a small grin on his lips. "Ana, I know, I fell in love zhe second I saw jou," he shrugged, "Even zhough jour head vas bleeding." Medic covered a part of his mouth with his hand, leaning closer to Ana. "But I know jou love me zhe most," he whispered, though he made sure the others could hear it.

"Now hold on a moment, tha's not true. Ana loves me the most," Demoman said, earning a shove from Soldier.

"Both of you are lying! We all know who Ana's favorite is and that's-"

"Me!" Before she knew it, Ana was swept up in Demoman's arms. He hugged her tightly as he kissed her cheek. Then Scout snatched her from him, holding her in almost a headlock by his waist; ruffling her hair as he "hugged" her.

"I want to hold Ana!" Soldier argued, grabbing her from Scout and hugging her to his body with only one arm, like she was a teddy bear.

Ana was used to this, surprisingly. She got a lot of amusement from this human tug-of-war. "Guys, there's plenty of me to go around," she joked, grinning.

"Yes, well now you are mine, and only mine," Soldier stated.

"Ohoho, is zhat a challenge?" Medic asked (more like teased), smirking. He grabbed Ana, engulfing her in a hug, and peppering the top of her head in small kisses. Heavy stood in front of Medic, effortlessly grabbing and holding Ana with one arm, and holding Medic back with the other.

"Aye! I had Ana first!" Demoman whined, trying to grab her back. With Heavy distracted, Pyro cut through the fray and grabbed Ana; sending Demo to the floor with a thud! as the Scotsman's weight slammed against the ground. Pyro held onto Ana as they spun her in a circle gleefully.

Spy got a hold of her next, but before he could vanish with Ana in tow, Sniper grabbed him. His left arm wrapped tightly around Spy's neck, while his right arm was draped over Ana's shoulders. Sniper slyly grinned up at the Frenchie.

"Let go of me Bushman!" Spy snapped, nearly elbowing Sniper in the throat.

Sniper chuckled and did as told, but he kept his grip on Ana. That left Engineer, who stood in front of Sniper with his arms crossed. "Wot are yah gonna do, shorty?" Sniper teased.

Engineer quirked a brow, flashed his wrench on his belt, and smirked up at Sniper. The kiwi gave off a nervous chuckle, politely shifting Ana to Engineer. Engineer looked around at the other men. And Pyro, who seemed to be getting closer to him, "Now fellas, why don't we just let Ana tell us who her favorite mercenary really is?"

"But I can't choose, I guess you're going to have to keep trying to win me over," she joked, grinning slyly from ear-to-ear.

"Well that'll be easy, I'm already winnin'!" Scout boasted.

"In your dreams, maggot!" Soldier retorted.

"Now look what'cha started Ana. We got a whole war startin' 'cause you're so damn lovable," Engineer said, laughing as the bickering began to grow. "Imma just start walkin' away, we both know Ah'm your real favorite anyway," he joked, turning on his heel and starting to walk back to his workshop.

"Vhere do jou zhink jou are going, Engi?" Medic called, the others now noticing him leaving, too. Next thing Ana knew, she was the one running. After all, she had nine mercenaries all trying to smother her with affection and attempting to become her favorite.

She was loving it though. How they were trying to show her how much they really loved and cared for her. This was something other than a competition between them. And as Ana was in her room, giggling up a storm as she heard the Mercs all playfully calling out her name like it was a game of Marco-Polo, she knew that Engineer was right; this was a real family.

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[therealjoejoemamakujo]

Oneshot request for (gender neutral) reader getting Sniper to open up about a topic/subject that genuinely interests him, if you can :3

Ofc!!

(Scared for my first req, + so sorry if it's not what you wanted (╥﹏╥) Please lmk because I might do it again if you're not likin' it.)

Reader Getting Sniper to Open Up to Them About Something he Likes

Climbing up the ladder to the sniper's nest, you clung onto the metal for dear life, not wanting to look down at the ground below you, which seemed thousands of feet away.

You were looking for Sniper, and after not seeing him anywhere else around the base, you decided that he must be up in his nest.

Finally reaching said nest, you groaned as your body nearly flopped onto the floor, wanting to give it a hug for having taken it for granted for such a long time.

Remembering what you came here for, you looked up, searching for Sniper. There he was, sitting on a small, wooden crate that was placed by a little window shaped cutout in the sniper's nest. You assumed it was where he would sit on the job.

He noticed your presence almost immediately, and quickly whipped his head around to see who was there. He visibly relaxed after seeing that it was just you. Sniper didn't talk, instead waiting for you to say something first, maybe to explain why you were here.

"Hey..," you mumbled, taking a few steps closer to him. You offered Sniper a small smile, remembering to keep your distance from him.

"What?" he asked flatly, looking you up and down almost as if he were sizing you up for some reason. It was clear to you now that he probably didn't really want anybody up here with him, and for that you apologized.

"Sorry, I just.. haven't seen you all day, y'know?" you replied, looking down at the ground in a nearly awkward manner. You rubbed the back of your neck, not knowing what else to say.

"Hm," was all he responded with. Sniper then turned his attention back to the window he was looking out of before you came in here, no longer acknowledging your presence.

You took the opportunity to get closer, now close enough to sit next to him on the large crate. Looking intently as Sniper gazed out of the window, you noticed how relaxed he seemed to be, how peaceful he was.

"Why are you up here so much..?" you asked, genuinely curious. Whenever he got the chance, Sniper was always escaping to this tower of his, not coming down until it was time to sleep on most nights.

"'Cause," he grunted, still not looking in your direction or even answering your question. You pouted, not determined to get a real answer out of him.

"No, seriously, you always come up here. Why?"

Finally, Sniper turned his head ever so slightly to look in your direction, once again looking you up and down like he had done before. It was a habit of his, just looking at people like that.

"'Cause it's quiet," he spoke, keeping his gaze on you. It almost seemed like he was waiting for a reaction from you, though his eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses.

You raised an eyebrow, a bit confused by his answer. You wanted to know more now, so you thought you would keep the conversation going.

"What do you mean?"

"People ain't yellin' 'bout every li'l thing. Jus' me up here.. Usually," he answered, hinting at the fact that he would have been alone were it not for you "barging in."

You huffed, deciding not to acknowledge his comment. You turned your body some to face Sniper more directly now, a clear indication that you wanted to keep talking. To your surprise, he didn't seem to mind it, not making any move to stop you.

"Does the yelling like-.. bother you or something?" you asked, gazing up at Sniper as you intently waited for an answer, interested to seemingly know more about him.

Sniper shook his head before opening his mouth just a bit to speak. "'Ts annoyin'. Bickerin' over nothing," Sniper answered a bit harshly, only because the thought of it alone made him annoyed.

You couldn't help but agree with him on this. The yelling was pretty annoying. You were going to leave it alone now, but you felt that there was more to this.

"Well, what else. I mean, you're here even when it is quiet," you said matter of factly, looking back at Sniper once more to listen to him.

He stayed quiet for a moment. It seemed as if he was debating really talking to you or not. He knew that he could, given that he was closer with you than he was with other mercenaries. He just didn't know how to word it.

"'Ts.. Nice up 'ere." Sniper lifted his hand ever so slightly, pointing at the window in front of the two of you. You looked over, being able to clearly see the sun setting right before you. It was a beautiful sight, really. After being mesmerized by it for what seemed like forever, you looked back over at Sniper to see the smallest of smiles adorning his face.

"It is.. It's pretty," you commented, you eyes never leaving his face. You really wanted to burn the image into your mind, for seeing him smile was something you'd never really seen before.

Noticing your gaze, he looked over at you, but the smile never left his face. "Reminds me 'f home," he added, once again focusing his gaze to the sunset outside. You could tell that it really resonated with him, seeing how he slumped over and rested his chin on his hand.

Seeing this made him finally relax, finally feel at peace, and you knew that he would look at it forever if he could. Unfortunately, sunsets didn't last forever. After another few minutes of silence between the two of you, the sun had set completely.

You looked over at Sniper, expecting him to be back to his "usual" self, but he still looked happy.

"Beautiful, innit..?" he asked, keeping his gaze forward as he spoke. He had kept silent the whole time as to not ruin the moment, to let the both of you really take in the pretty sight.

Seeing him happy made you smile, and you were quick to nod. "Yeah, it's really nice. I've never seen that before- Er, not like this," you said, watching as the moon began to come into view.

"You should.. Makes ya appreciate everythin'," he replied, an almost unnoticeable way of saying that you were allowed to watch the sunset with him. He nearly seemed happy that he'd have someone to watch this with, though he would never admit it.

"Thank you," you mumbled, smiling at him a little more. You were happy to know that he trusted you enough to do something like this with him, and you'd definitely be coming back.

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[axelthegreat101]

hiii! Could I request a oneshot of scout and a male reader (romantic), like, having scout realize he’s bi and stuff? Sorry if this doesn’t make sense :/

Ooh, this looks like an interesting one.

Scout x Male! Reader (romantic)

ʚRealisations ɞ

You and Scout had always been friends, ever since you first met. You'd been hired to work for the RED/BLU Team as a (class name), and you were pretty hyped about it. You'd arrived to the base, and the first person to come and greet you was Scout. "Hey there! You're da new guy, right?" he'd said, holding his hand out to you "Yeah, that's me." You'd replied, shaking his hand. He smiled and shook back before letting go and stepping back a bit. "Nice to meet'cha, the name's Scout." "I'm Y/N." Ever since then, you'd become very close, always joking around together, playing pranks on the other members in your team. You were practically inseparable.

Today had been a good day, with you and Scout securing another win for your team. Both of you were now sitting on the roof of the base with a couple cans of Bonk!, the stars gleaming high over head, laughing about random things. "Oh man, Y/N, I think I might fall in love with you if you keep being this funny." Scout had finally wheezed, clutching his sides. You laughed along with him. I mean, it was just some playful banter. Right? After a few seconds you both managed to calm down, still letting out a chuckle every now and then. You lay back on the roof tucking your arms behind your head as you gazed at the stars. Scout looked over at you smiling. He couldn't help but stare at you, resting his head on his hand. The more he thought about it, the more he realised how handsome you were. Your hair, your eyes, your smile... He quickly snapped his gaze away, a red tint dusting his cheeks. He didn't actually like you, right? Right?? He liked Miss Pauling, didn't he? So why was he feeling this way about you? His head suddenly shot up, his eyes wide. He was bisexual. "You okay?" you asked, propping yourself up on your elbows and looking at him, slightly concerned. "Wha? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." He turned to you, trying to look like he hadn't just realised he liked you. "Okay.." you lay back down, glancing at him every now and then. He turned his head to look up, although he wasn't looking at the stars. So. He was bi, and he had a crush the size of the sun on his best friend. And he had no idea what to do about it.

Okayy, I'm gonna end it here. I miiiight do a part 2, depending on what people think of it. If this can get to 50 notes, I'll do a part 2. Thank you for reading! =)

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[cluelessatthispoint]

yandere emesis blu demo and soldier sharing (or fighting) over a new recruit,?

Emesis Blue is the best sfm ever! This is my first Emesis Blue ask and I am so very happy! I am crying tears of joy right now.

instead of fighting or sharing the new recruit, how about both? ;)

Warnings: some blood, mild gore, nothing bad happens.

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This was not what you were expecting when you signed up to be a part of the Mann Co cleaning crew. The job offered a decent pay with good benefits and a flexible schedule. But the commute was hell. It took you a good two and a half hours to get to the site and as far as you could see, there was no visible damage to the structure itself. Formerly the RED base; now the Conager Slaughterhouse.

The black clouds above you seemed to groan with the heavy weight of oncoming rain. The clouds were dark and ominous, the smell of moisture in the air and whatever resided in the slaughterhouse sewer mixed together in an abhorrent stink.

Looking to the side of the car, then to the other side you opened the car door and stepped out onto the gravely landscape. It was odd, you were the only one here. Pulling out the crumpled letter in your pocket containing the name and address of the place you furrowed your brow.

"This, this is the place."

Folding the paper back up and sliding it back into your pocket you took a step forward. Looking around at the building you could tell that is hasn't acted as a slaughterhouse for a long, long time. Shuddering involuntarily, you make your way towards the old wooden bridge. Eyeing your car one last time you waled closer to the front doors. Two identical doors on the same side of the wall were strange, but hey, you figured that each building has its own eccentricities. Making your way inside and stepping over the singular large stepping the doorway you were hit with the strong smell of iron and something rotting.

"Hello? I'm here with the Mann Co cleaning department! There are supposed to be more people here and I-"

A strong hand covered your mouth before you could even finish your sentence. Breathing hysterically through your nose you pulled desperately against the hand covering your mouth.

"Hush now, we gotta stay quiet or else you end up dead."

Not daring to move a muscle you gave a small hum of fear and confusion.

"Now then, I'm gonnae remove me hand and when I do: DONT make a sound, okay?"

Nodding tearfully, you could feel the larger man remove his hand. Turning around to face him you took notice of two things. One: This man was the supposed missing Demoman from the RED team. And two: His other arm was ripped clean out of its socket. You didn't know which observation made you more scared.

Hearing footsteps from behind you whipped your head around and came face to chest with another large man. From the looks of it, and his helmet he appeared to be a Soldier.

"Listen here kid, if you go back out there after making all that racket, you'll get shot. Now, you are going to see things, but if we stick together and IF you follow my orders to a T, we'll be okay."

Swallowing the lump in your throat you forced your head to give a nod of understanding.

"There will be no one else arriving at this location, you are the only member of the cleaning crew to make it here. So, if you want to survive then we will be treating you like a new recruit. Understand?"

Giving another curt nod the Soldier led you around the corner and deeper into the base. The sounds of the floorboards creaking and shifting above you made you flinch.

Eyeing the way that Soldier led you further into the base made his blood boil. He and Soldier worked hard to ensure that you would come here by yourself. Why is he the one who gets to lead you? Locking eyes with Soldier the same thought flashed into their minds; Their ours now. Letting go of his annoyance he allowed a small smile to rest on his lips. With the Connagers dead, and your crew MIA, you were all theirs. You wouldn't even know that even right now there was nothing to be afraid of. Everything was dead. And just for you, they could keep up the charade. In time you would come to rely on them completely. After all, isn't that what love is?

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Creepy, creepy and creepy.

I wish I had more yandere Emesis Blue asks.

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