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Could I please get a RED Spy x Female BLU Medic Reader frappuccino with a side of cheesecake, and some shortbread and chocolate chip cookies? Could I also place an order for something you don't seem to have in stock?

(What I’d like is for this to take place during the robot wars. Reader was trying to help everyone regardless of what team they were on originally but Spy keeps pushing her away because their relationship was very antagonistic back when RED and BLU were fighting. But something happens and Reader goes MIA forcing Spy to admit that he actually loves her. Reader comes back just in time to hear him confess. Feel free to ignore this if it's too much. 😙)

order up for @faal-verotiik ! wanna order something for yourself? here's the menu!

- frappuccino: "Can we skip the fight this time, please?" + cheesecake: enemies to lovers + shortbread cookie: angst + chocolate chip cookie: fluff

a/n: i love this request so much! also this is a perfect representation for what i thought out of stock requests to be described as, thank you so much :3

word count: 1,432

cw: little bits of angst and fluff

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Spy wasn't known for feelings; at least sentimental ones. None of the mercs were, but you just had to be different. In the very beginning, Spy didn't give two shits about you, simply thinking of you as the Blu Medic's foolish apprentice and would merely go on to take his chance whenever he had the opportunity to backstab you. Something that did intrigue him ever so slightly was how you would react to him when and after he killed you.

You weren't like the others. You sometimes stood there and let it happen, usually not putting up a fight and just accepting your fate of being caught of guard. Even weirder? You weren't sour after it after. Sure, he would find you with a small frown on your face coming back from the respawn room, but you weren't out for his blood for the rest of the match like the rest of your Blu teammates were whenever they got backstabbed by him.

"You must be a stupid little thing, mon chaton. This business isn't for the passive."

The Frenchman had you in a sharp chokehold during a specific match, growling into your ear with his silky smooth voice as he holds his butterfly knife to your back, just above where your heart rests. Without getting a word in he thrusts his knife into your back, grimacing as your blood gets on his suit and blends in with the red of the fabric. Spy lets your lifeless body go and watches it crumple to the ground, frowning as he turns to start walking and cloaks himself. That should get you mad, a little rough teasing would make any human turn sour. He just knows it.

And his method worked, you were mad, falling for his little trap and dying to him a couple more times during that match from your rage-clouded vision. Though, it wore off quicker than he's seen in your team members, and even his own. Spy would be lying if he said he wasn't interested, and dare he say it, a little impressed at how easily you can recover from provocation. His little hatred-like infatuation lasted for long, and it still has, though its digressed now, and the fact that he's been working along side you has honestly made it worse.

The unlikely partnership of the Red and Blue team's when the machines came to attack was already on thin ice, but in all honesty, Spy didn't care all that much. Sure, it irked him that he had to ally with the same miserable bastards that he's been killing for years, but he got through it with his usual poise and class. Though, that tranquil mindset was destroyed when he kept running into you in the field during a fight, internally cursing you when you would run to his aid and heal him with your medigun and sweet words.

"You have better things to do, stop playing nurse and actually fight like the rest of us."

Spy would hiss those words at you when you even tried to get close to him to heal him, metaphorically (and sometimes literally) pushing you away from him. Even with Spy's brash behavior, you still stayed close, giving him extra care than the other mercs that you took care of on the field. Spy hated it; and after a particularly grueling fight against the machines, you rush to his side when you see he has a solid bullet wound shot through his shoulder. You bring your medigun up to fix the wound but stumble back as Spy slaps away the machinery, the sound of it clattering to the floor making you flinch.

"Chose inutile. When will you learn to get away from me? I don't need your damned help."

Even after Spy had said those words he knew that was wrong, his integrity crumbling inside of him as he registers what he had said. The Frenchman watched with sharply narrowed eyes as you retreated back a few steps, looking at him like he was a monster sent from hell. And maybe at that point to you, he was.

You walk off without a word, simply picking up your medigun and not looking back as you walk away to tend to the other members of the team. Good riddance- is what Spy wanted to say, but he'd be damned if he would admit to feeling just a little bit guilty about yelling at you and acting so rudely.

Spy's feelings only started to increasingly become worse for the next few battles due to you not even looking at him, or him not even seeing you once on the battle field. It made him angry, the way you avoided him. Sure, it was hypocritical but he missed you. Badly.

It all went to shit immediately, the waves of robots wouldn't stop coming, and everyone on the field was in a frenzy to stay alive, the Frenchman included. Spy ducked and covered behind a dilapidated wall of a building that had been blown to hell, turning his cloaking on and running out into the field to get a vantage point on the enemy. When he got to a high enough spot, Spy overlooked the battlefield, gauging where each of his teammates were and where the numerous numbers of enemies were coming from.

From the vantage spot, Spy saw you- for the first time in days, he saw you. Spy couldn't believe the way his heart skipped a beat, making him take a double take and look back at you, watching with bated breath as you fought off a machine variant of yourself to get to the Red Heavy as he was being onslaught with gunfire. Spy could only watch in a state of shock as a bullet ripped through your shoulder, your blood painting the ground of the battlefield. Without even realizing it, Spy started to make his way back down from his high ground to run and help you, but when he gets back to the ground all he sees is a trail of blood leading around the corner.

Spy follows the trail, a large explosion racking the nearby building and causing large pieces of scrap metal and concrete to fly through the air. As Spy turns the corner all he's faced with is rubble, your medigun broken and dented on the floor next to the smoldering rubble.

The trail of blood ran under the rubble.. Your trail of blood. That means-

"Merde! No- No!"

Spy sprints to the rubble, sliding to his knees and starting to haphazardly dig into the rubble, shifting away a large piece with all of his strength. After shifting a large piece Spy's breath hitches in his throat as he sees a piece of ruined fabric sticking up from under the cement and ash. Spy grabs the fabric, tugging it up at feeling a sour taste fill his mouth. It's your coat, your class insignia sewn into the sleeve reddened with blood.

"No- Mon chaton! S'il te plaît! Please!

Spy grips the fabric and tugs it close to his chest, cursing to himself as he feels tears prick the corners of his eyes. How pathetic, crying over the girl he hated and pushed away.

"Je suis désolé. Je suis vraiment désolé. I-I-"

Spy chokes on his words, letting his tears drip onto the tattered scraps of your coat.

"Spy..?"

The Frenchman freezes, furrowing his eyebrows and whipping around to follow the sound of.. Your voice? There you were, without your coat, leaving you with just your undershirt and a crude bandaged wrapped around your shoulder.

"Spy what're you- Wait are you cryi-"

Your sentence doesn't even get past your lips as your wrapped into a tight hug by Spy, the Frenchman squeezing you for all you're worth. Spy pulls back from the brisk hug, keeping his hands resting on your waist as he looks down at you.

"Mon ange, I'm so sorry. What I said- it wasn't right."

Spy's grip on your waist tightens, almost afraid of you disappearing in front of him despite his hold. You thrash against his grip when you come to your senses, frowning and taking a step back from him while giving him the sharpest glare possible,

"Let's skip the fight this time, s'il te plaît."

Spy gives you the sorriest look he can muster, and damn if you couldn't resist when he gives you a look like that. With a sigh you walk back towards the man, slowly bringing your hand up and placing it on Spy's chest, his racing heartbeat thumping against your palm. You smile up at Spy, the sight after so long of not seeing it making his heart feel as if it was going to explode.

"You'll forgive me, won't you?"

Spy brings his hand up to cup your cheek, his gloved thumb brushing against you bottom lip before he pulls you in for a sweet kiss, the connection of your lips akin to electricity. How could you say no when he says it so sweetly?

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uhh here it is i hope you like it!! i struggled so hard with this request but i think its okay in the end (plus it was good practice)!!

Hiii!

Can I get f!Reader x sniper tf2 who ordered Irish coded with a side of black forest gateau ?

order up for anon! wanna order something for yourself? here's the menu!

- irish coffee: "Fuck, that's a good girl." + black forest gateau: cockwarming

cw: poor attempt at an australian accent through writing

word count: 1,957

(MDNI below the cut!!)

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The climb to Sniper's nest was always a difficult one, and it always led you to be weak in the knees and out of breath. Gasping for air, you ascend to the last rung, your boots thudding against the creaking wooden flooring of the nest. At the sound, Sniper's head whips around and stares at you from behind his dark aviator shades, making you freeze in place as his sharp eyes always seem to put you off and cause your heart to stutter.

"Let's get to it, there's an extra rifle over there."

Right- The reason you were up here in the first place. Your class was, for a less of a better term, a jack of-all trades. You've spent time with all the other mercs and learned their skills, able to replicate their duties to a t. Now it was Sniper's turn to teach you, and honestly, you were more excited to spend time with him than the others. Sure, you didn't really spend the most time with him since you joined the team, but that didn't mean you haven't acknowledged each other. A few shared packs of ammunition during battles here and leftover coffee from the pot for the other there, the two of you really just helped each other through the courtesy of being teammates. At least that's what you chalked it up to.

You grab the spare rifle off of one of the crates nearby, fidgeting with it in your hands and inspecting the weapon before walking over to Sniper and sitting down on the stool next to his. You glance at at the man next to you expectantly, nervously glancing at the him before you see him nod to your hold on the rifle. Lifting up the rifle you hold it steady, peering down the scope and looking out of the large opening where a window used to be, noticing the various targets scattered around the grounds below. Your body jerks when you feel Sniper place his hand on your back, and you swear you could hear him let out a quiet huff of a laugh, but chalk it up to your nerves, letting your teammate adjust your posture into a straight one.

"You want a straight back and squared shoulders, otherwise the kick will make ya' hurt.

You nod your head, immediately taking a brief note in your head at his instruction, and pull back from your view down the scope and glance at Sniper before noticing that he's bringing his other had up and adjusting your hold on the rifle. Fighting the urge to squirm as you watch his much larger hand and long fingers curl over yours, you watch intently, somewhat paying attention to how he changes where your grip stays on the rifle. Sniper stares at your hold around the gun with narrowed eyes behind his shades before he grunts and nods his head to the targets out the opening below.

"Alrigh', try to take a shot."

Sniper mumbles next to you, moving his gaze out towards the targets as you peer down the scope and pick a one. It isn't like you haven't shot a gun before, but for some reason the pressure to make this shot felt especially intense. With a quick inhale and a slow exhale you squeeze the trigger, feeling the rifle kick back into your shoulder while watching the bullet fly out towards the target, missing it by a hair and running into the dirt while kicking up dust around it. Embarrassment floods through your veins and you don't even dare look at Sniper. Sure, you didn't think you'd be perfect right away- but completely missing the target? Fuck.

"S'alright roo, wasn't much of a shot either when I started out."

And there it was, that little nickname he gave you after your time of being on the team. Sure, it was probably just a friendly term of endearment between friends, but damn did it make you flustered. You swallow nervously and nod your head, sending him a small glance before reloading quickly and picking another target. Following your same routine of breathing in and out, you squeeze the trigger again, flinching at the kickback while watching the bullet whizz through the air and hit the target straight on. Headshot.

"There she is- nice shot roo."

Sniper places a hand on your shoulder and jostles you, a small rare smirk tugging at his lips as he looks down at you. You give the man a lopsided smile back, glancing back forwards and scoping in once more, picking a farther target and swiftly reloading before pulling the trigger. Once more, the shot whiffs and drills into the dirt, leaving a cloud of dust in its wake. You scowl and curse under your breath and actually hear Sniper chuckle audibly at your response to missing, keeping his hand on your shoulder and squeezing it.

"You got it. Again."

And that's how it went for a few solid hours, missing and successfully hitting headshots along with Sniper's guidance. After another solid headshot on one of the farthest targets, Sniper glances down at you, simply watching the focused triumphant look that spreads across your face when you aim for the kill. The man clears his throat and looks away from you, tipping the brim of his hat up with his thumb and adjusting his aviators before breaking your concentrating silence.

"You're gettin' good roo. But can you handle distractions?"

Sniper questions, making you furrow your eyebrows and glance up at him. Distractions? Like gunfire and explosions, teammates screaming for a medic?- you ask him. Sniper makes a 'kinda' gesture with his hand before moving it to your shoulder once more before trailing it down to the small of your back. Oh. Those kinds of distractions. You swallow shakily and shake your head; no, you haven't had these kinds of distractions before, but who said they were unwanted? Sniper smirks softly and moves his hand to shift underneath your shirt, the man chuckling to himself as he sees and feels the goosebumps spreading across your skin immediately from his touch. Sniper snakes his hand around to your stomach, thumbing the fabric of your pants and underwear before pushing his hand down beneath them, brushing his calloused fingers over your clit. When you jerk and stifle your moan, Sniper tsks at you and grabs your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes forwards.

"Uh-uh I still need to see you firin', love. Get to it."

With a pathetic groan you oblige, trying to still your shaking hands as Sniper moves his fingers through your wet folds, praying to whoever resides above that your face isn't visible burning right now while you hold back your sounds from escaping your lips. You right your position, squaring your shoulders and straightening your back as you prepare to take a shot at one of the farther targets in the distance, aligning your shot with shaky arms and exhaling as you squeeze the trigger. At the last second of your movement, Sniper pushes one of his fingers into you, making you gasp and twitch which causes your grip to falter and your arms to shift. The bullet you fired misses by a long shot, making you grit your teeth and turn to glare at Sniper who just looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"Better adapt, roo. We can't have you gettin' distracted out there."

With a groan you reload shakily, letting the faintest of whimpers escape past your lips as Sniper pushed another finger into you. You feel your body twitch and squeeze around him as he starts to move his fingers, his long digits pressing into your sweet spot that makes you keen. You whimper as you look down the scope of the rifle once more, trying to slow your breathing in an attempt to soothe your beating heart as you pick a target in the distance, desperately trying to ignore the way Sniper's fingers reach every sensitive nook and cranny inside of you.

When you squeeze the trigger to shoot, Sniper thrusts his fingers into you, making sure to drag his fingertips across the sweet spongy spot in your cunt. While the action does make you jerk, you bite your bottom lip and steel your hold on the rifle in your hands, ensuring that the bullet keeps forwards. With the sound of a sharp crack in the distance, you're able see through the cloud of dust where you see that your shot went straight through the target's head; headshot.

"Looks like we're adjusted to that already. C'mere then, love."

Sniper whistles lowly as he looks at your shot in the distance, withdrawing his fingers from your dripping pussy and licking them before he starts to undo his belt haphazardly and undo his pants as well. He takes his weeping cock from out of his pants, smirking and chuckling lightly at the look on your face- like you want to devour him. Sniper grabs your wrist and forces you to stand up in front of him, his deft fingers making quick work of your pants and panties before he tugs you into his lap so you face the same way he does.

Sniper rests his chin on your shoulder, his warm breath ghosting the back of your ear as he guides himself into you slowly. You feel him go all the way to the hilt, your legs twitching as he fills you completely and then some. As your cunt twitches around Sniper, he groans into your neck, moving his hands up to rest over yours as you continue to hold the rifle in your grasp.

"Let's keep at it, yeah roo? Get some good shots in and I'll move f' ya."

With that incentive, you inhale and exhale shakily while reloading with shaky hands, watching how Sniper's hands go along with your movements as he rests his hands above yours. You attempt to straighten your back but squirm as you feel the new angle Sniper's cock hits you at from the change, causing a low whimper to emit from your throat as you look down the scope of the rifle in your hands to pick a target to shoot at. With a sharp gasp, you hastily pull the trigger after aiming correctly. Despite Sniper suddenly bucking his hips up into yours, thinking you'd crack under his pressure of movements, you stay (somewhat) collected and keep your arms steady. A sharp crack sounding through the air as the bullet flies toward the target, hitting it dead on the targets head.

"Fuck, that's a good girl. excellent shot."

Sniper purrs deep into your ear, the praise making your limbs feel like jello as he lazily thrusts his hips up into yours, giving you the stimulation you craved as you sit wrapped around his cock. Your teammate nuzzles into your neck, giving your throat a soft nip while he squeezes your wrist.

"How about two more, yeah?"

Sniper smirks into your neck and grumbles out his words, only allowing you to nod your head in response as you reload once more. Just as you exhale to take your shot, Sniper snakes one of his hands down to brush over your clit in tandem with short thrusts. the new movements make your arms grow weak, your grip on the rifle loosening as you pull the trigger. The bullet flies far away from your intended target, burying itself into the rocky ground in a cloud of dirt and dust. You hear Sniper chuckle into your neck as his fingers continue to draw lazy circles on your clit, making your body twitch and convulse with each brush.

"Too bad roo. Gimme four more now."

You're not gonna last like this if he keeps playing this game. Though, you think he won't really either.

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sorry for the blueballs ahh cutoff, i have more requests that i wanna get out tonight. ps: i love sniper he is my favorite despite the pee jar situation

hii !! i saw ur medic fic and fell in loveeee !!! i love their work. could i order a transmasc reader x spy tequila espresso with a side of black forest gateau and vanilla macarons ? :3€

order up for anon! Wanna order something for yourself? here's the menu!

- tequila espresso: "I didn't think you'd be so responsive." + black forest gateau: cockwarming + vanilla macaron: gentle sex

(MDNI under the cut!)

cw: drinking/slight inebriation, smoking

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You liked Spy. And you believed he liked you too. Honestly, in the beginning he was rude, overly cocky, and just a flat out asshole, but damn did his charms overrule the cons of his personality. Now after a few years of being a member of the Red team, you grew to be the closest with Spy. Sure, you liked your other teammates, but there was just something different about the Frenchman that made you swoon.

You almost felt bad about your feelings at first. You wanted to chalk it up to the suave nonchalance that Spy exuded, but overtime you wanted to believe that he treated you differently because he liked you. So now here you are, walking down the eccentrically decorated hallway to Spy's study, wringing your hands together nervously at just the mere prospect of spending time with him, as if you haven't done it hundreds of times before. It was a common occurrence, where you would meet in his study, drink, smoke, maybe even share a dinner that he himself prepared instead of what the others cooked.

Wen you approach the door to the study, it creaks open and there stands Spy, looking down at you with his usual sly smirk.

"On time as always, mon ami."

He opens the large wooden door to his study, letting you slip past him before he lets it close shut with a heavy thunk. Spy's study was by far (in your opinion) the most beautiful thing in the whole base. The whole room is decorated extravagantly, expensive paintings hanging from the walls, elegant furniture placed throughout the room, and the roaring fireplace that bathes the study in a soft orange glow. You make yourself comfortable on one of the large couches close to the fireplace, basking in the warmth that the smoldering wood emits. Spy sends you a small glance over his shoulder before walking over to a nearby cabinet that holds his alcohol, laughing to himself gently at the sight of you sitting on the plush couch, remembering that only a couple of months ago you were more timid than a mouse to even sit on one of the elegant pieces of furniture.

Spy opens the cabinet, running the tips of his fingers along the tops of the various bottles of alcohol before selecting a vintage wine. He takes the cork off and pours two glasses fluidly, turning back around with the glasses in his hands and walking to where you sit in the couch. Spy extends the glass out to you, smirking as his gloved fingers brush against yours when you gingerly grasp the glass of wine and take a tentative sip.

"Je boirais lentement, ce vin est plus vieux que toi."

The man purrs, turning and sitting down in a lavish chair in front of the couch you chose to sit on. Spy reaches into his suit and pulls out a packet of cigarettes, a premium brand- you notice, and lights one swiftly with a small lighter before bringing the stick of tobacco to his lips and letting the smoke linger on his tongue before exhaling.

The two of you talk for hours, simply conversing on simple topics or delving into more intimate ones- it's what close friends do, right? You're two glasses deep into the wine bottle when you stand up for another refill, Spy smiling up at you from his seated spot and beckoning you over to him with a small flick of his gloved fingers.

"Come have mine, mon couer."

You oblige and walk over to him, taking his half drank glass of wine, and slowly sipping the rest of the contents while maintaining eye contact with the Frenchman. You swear you see his eyes darken as he looks up at you, his gaze flicking to your lips before he reaches out and intertwines his fingers with yours, making your eyebrows cinch together in confusion before he tugs you forwards, making you stumble and fall into his lap.

You feel your face burn from the embarrassment of the forced position, your heart stuttering in your chest as you straddle your teammate, your thighs pressing into his hips. Spy looks up at you with lidded eyelids, brushing his gloved thumb over your knuckles and bringing your hand up to press gentle kisses to your fingers.

"This is okay, right? I want confirmation."

You nod your head more eagerly than you thought, making the man beneath you chuckle and bring his cigarette up to his lips, taking a long drag and putting the butt of it out before grabbing the back of your head and connecting your lips in an electric kiss. Spy pushes the smoke into your mouth, the heady tobacco making your senses burn along with the passion of your teammates kiss. Spy pulls back first, making you whine lowly and send him a small glare before it softens as he moves his hand down your body, caressing your waist before pushing his hand under the hem of your shirt, the cool leather of his gloves contrasting with your heated skin.

Spy moves his hand up your body slowly, letting his fingers explore every inch of your skin before he stops as his fingers brush against your top surgery scars, gently caressing the scar tissue before he teases your nipple with his thumb, smirking to himself as you keen and whine beneath his touch.

"I didn't think you'd be so responsive, mon couer. I haven't even done anything yet."

He mumbles softly as he rolls his hips up into yours, the audible sound of his breath catching in the back of his throat making your blood run even hotter. Spy continues to tease your nipple, bringing his other hand down and unbuttoning your pants, giving him easier access to your underwear. He snakes his hand down your underwear, brushing his fingers through your slick and smirking up at you from the sound the elicits from your throat. The Frenchman glances to the side, staring into the fireplace in contemplation before a small wicked smile tugs at his lips, withdrawing his hands from you and making you stand up as he does. Grabbing a nearby book and opening it to a folded page, his other hand swiftly undoing his belt as he sits back down on the expensive chair, the apparent tent in his pants calling out to you. When you take a step forwards Spy raises his hand, looking you up and down with hooded eyelids.

"Strip for me, won't you?"

Spy purrs, laughing softly at your flustered expression before watching you start to undress with hungry eyes. After you've shed all your clothes Spy beckons you towards him, gently grabbing your wrist and guiding you to straddle his lap once more, relishing in the moan that escapes past your lips as his clothed cock brushes against your dripping mound. Spy reaches down, steadily pulling his underwear down to free his aching cock, hissing through his teeth as he guides himself into you slowly, sighing happily as you sink your tight heat onto him.

The subtle burn of Spy's cock inside of you is delicious, making your hips stutter and jerk as you acclimate to his size. Spy's hand grasps onto your waist, squeezing your hip and giving you a serious look as he smirks.

"I need you to stay still for a bit, surely you can do that?"

The request makes you squirm, causing Spy to grip your hip tighter to keep you in place. The man simply opens his book to his saved page, shifting his hips to get comfortable as he starts to read. After a few grueling minutes of silence and the occasional glance Spy gives you, you start to shift your hips impatiently, making the man beneath you tut at you and squeeze your hip.

"So impatient."

The Frenchman tsks at you, snapping his book shut and setting it down on the nearby end table and giving you a feigned look of annoyance before he bucks his hips up into yours, reveling in the broken moan that falls from your parted lips. Spy chuckles to himself as you start to move your hips, the sound followed by a rumbling moan from deep in his throat as he matches your rhythm as he moves his gloved hands to rest on your waist before moving them up your back to pull you close to him so your face rests in the crook of his neck, his rich cologne clogging your senses.

Spy's soft moans flit past your ears, his hot breath ghosting over your skin as he continues to roll his hips, snaking one of his hands down to brush over your perked bundle of nerves. At the stimulation, you keen, arching into Spy as he quickens his pace and starts to pepper quick kisses along your throat and jaw, connecting your lips once again for a heated kiss. Spy parts from your lips to let out a hitched groan, quickening his fingers beneath you to match his level of pleasure as he slowly careens towards his release.

Spy tilts his hips, smirking when he feels your body turn to mush at the different angle, his cock brushing the sweetest spot in you. With just a mere flick of his gloved fingers brushing over your clit the pleasurable band that was growing taut in your stomach snaps, heavy whimpers and gasps tumbling past your lips as you cum around Spy. The tightening of your heat around Spy forces him over the edge, the Frenchman nipping at your ear and jaw as he groans softly, painting your insides with all he has while his thrusts falter and turn to lazy twitching movements. Spy chuckles as you whine into his neck, moving one of his hands to gently grasp the back of your neck and pull your head back to make you look at him, grabbing another cigarette from nearby and lighting it before bringing it up to your lips to let you have the first drag.

"Let's stay like this for a bit, shall we?"

how could you refuse when he says it like that?

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would you guys believe me if i said i was a spy disliker for a long time (he was too hot i didnt wanna admit it)

Hi! Could I have a medic x fem! Reader Italian espresso with a side of chocolate macaron and chocolate cake?

order up for anon! wanna order something for yourself? here's the menu!

- italian espresso: "Try to stay quiet, understand?" + chocolate cake: forced proximity + chocolate macaroon: rough sex

(MDNI UNDER THE CUT!)

cw: technically cnc (reader wants it but theres no explicit permission given), a little bloodplay but its barely there so??, unprotected sex

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Honestly, you thought Medic hated you. Really, most of the team did when you first showed up, mainly because you were a new face (and also a woman but you reprimanded them swiftly and proved yourself overtime), but Medic always seemed to be the one that would ignore you the most. Even Spy treated you like you existed, which is saying a lot in reference to the Frenchman and his closed off put together personality.

Medic ignored you so much that you haven't even gotten your surgery to have the ability to be Übercharged. Which, in retrospective makes the situation worse for him and you. Ultimately more him than you, since without the ability to Übercharge, you were a prime target for the other duplicate team, constantly being the main focus of their ire. With this, Medic had to follow you around more, pushing himself away from the group and heal you with his medigun before walking away with a scoff and grumbling under his breath.

That particular incident was even happening now, Medic having to strafe away from the group and running behind you to heal you as you outran and skillfully shot at the Blue Scout that wouldn't leave you the fuck alone. Though just as you turn the corner with medic in tow, the enemy Heavy and his own Medic appear, causing you to skid to a stop and turn around, your shoulder crashing into Medic's, making you to trip and catch yourself before running in the opposite direction, barely avoiding the rain of bullets that whir from the Blue Heavy's gun. Running on pure adrenaline and the fear of feeling the pain of being killed (You bitched about that for weeks when you began- how do these people have the ability to literally undo death, but not be able to prevent the pain that comes from it?).

You feverishly turn another corner, entering one of the spacious rooms of the Teufort location and scrambling towards one of the nearby doors, opening it wide and grabbing onto Medic's arm to pull him through with you. Sure, the man probably hated your guts and didn't give two shits about how you ended up, but that doesn't mean you would leave him behind, he is your teammate after all.

Though when you expect to run into a different room, you slam into the wall of... A closet? Fuck. Medic crashes in after you, his medigun clattering to the floor as the door is shut behind the two of you. The closet is smaller than it appears to be, forcing you to squirm against the doctor as your heart pounds in your chest from the combination of fear and adrenaline, making your chest rise and fall quickly, your lungs screaming for the air that was stripped from you during the chase. All of the sudden you feel your heart drop as Medic's large hand wraps around your mouth, silencing your frantic breathing. The smell of latex and blood making your head feel fuzzy.

"Try to stay quiet, understand der Schatz?"

His voice is silken but with a twist, the tone he uses holding a sort of rumbling growl in its depths. You feel Medic's other hand snake around your waist, tugging you towards him to press your back against his chest, and you can feel that he too is panting, his warm breaths ghosting against the back of your ear. You turn your head to the side slightly, making eye contact with him and letting your expression get away from you as your eyes go wide from the shock of him being so close and willingly touching you. The way your eyes must've been bugging out of your head makes Medic smirk down at you, the man chuckling darkly. It isn't the first time you've heard the sound, but when he's so close you feel the rumble and baritone of the sound, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Footsteps pound against the flooring outside the door to the closet and you swear you feel Medic pull you closer to him, his hand still staying pressed against your mouth to keep you quiet. Your eyes stay wide as you hear the enemy Medic and Heavy talk, praying to whatever god that they wouldn't find you and your own Medic and shoot the two of you dead. As the footsteps of the enemy fades, you imagined crying from the relief. Thinking that Medic would let go, you try to move forward and reach for the doorhandle until you feel Medic tighten his grip on you and keep you in place, making you cinch your eyebrows together and crane your neck to look up at him behind you.

"We should wait. They could be lingering..."

He murmurs against the shell of your ear, immediately feeling your face burn from the close proximity. You suppose he was right, and this position didn't really hurt, in fact- you really liked this position. Medics hand splays across your stomach, his gloved fingers practically teasing the edge of the shirt of your uniform, threatening to slip the cool latex under the fabric and tease your skin. You in turn arch you back into him, the chill of his gloves making you squirm, causing Medic to tighten his hold on you even more.

"Careful Schatz, you're not trying to provoke me, are you?"

He teases, sliding his gloved hand under your shirt and letting his fingers roam across your stomach, slowly inching his fingers up to your ribs and feeling him shudder as he touches the bottom of your ribcage. His deft fingers prodded at your ribs before sliding his hand up further and cupping your breast through your bra, giving the sensitive mound of flesh a rough squeeze that elicits a hiss from you. Once again, Medic chuckles against your ear, lowering his face to nuzzle the side of you neck before biting onto the curve where you neck meets your shoulder, sinking his teeth deep into your skin and pulling away when you whimper to lick at the blood that pools at the marks.

You murmur his name, and you feel the twitch in his pants start to grow behind you, his hand around your breast tightening once more for a rough squeeze before trailing back down to your pants, sliding his gloved fingers beneath the fabric and pushing aside your panties before swiping a finger across your slickening folds. The wet sounds that echo off the closet walls make you whine, embarrassment and pleasure flooding through your veins at the sound of your arousal.

"Don't be shy Liebe, I've wanted this too."

Medic growls against the skin of your throat, his gloved fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit while relishing in the small noises that escape you and the quivers of your body. You swallow shakily, letting a particularly large moan tumble past your lips when Medic pushes two fingers into the depths of your wet heat, the texture of his gloves and thickness of his fingers making your brain short circuit. He curls his fingers deep inside you and keeps his thumb on your clit, the stimulation making your knees grow weak and pathetic whines exude from your throat. At a particular brush against your sweet spot, a loud moan escapes past your lips. Medic curves his fingers deeper into you, thrust his fingers knuckle deep into you and eliciting a louder moan from your lips. When you part your lips to make more noise, Medics hand around your jaw shifts, the doctor forcefully shoving his fingers into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue.

"Ich hätte nicht erwartet, dass du so laut bist."

He murmurs into your ear, withdrawing his fingers from your cunt and grinning wickedly when you whine from the loss of stimulation. Bastard. Though your whining comes to an end when you feel him yank down your pants and undoing his just as swiftly, shuddering as you feel his cock brush against your skin. Medic shoves his fingers deeper into your mouth, causing you to gag on the latex of his gloves while he pushes your head back against his shoulder. The doctor loops his other arm under your knee, forcing your thigh to press against your chest to give him easy access to your weeping core. He guides his cock to align with you dripping cunt, rubbing himself through your folds to create a makeshift lube before plunging deep into you, ignoring the gagged moan that drips from your lips at the burn and stretch of him within you.

Medic doesn't let you adjust, needlessly and roughly thrusting up into you and letting out faint pleasurable grunts while pressing down harder on your tongue with his fingers, not caring that some of the blood from his gloves is smearing onto your lips and your tongue, the copperish-iron taste making you gag further. Your body convulses beneath the doctor as he doesn't relent in his pace, the piston of his hips making you hiccup and stutter over your already barely formed words. Medic bites down on your neck again, sucking what you know is going to be a deep hickey later into your skin. At the sound of your muffled moans, Medic chuckles his usual dark chuckle into the skin of your throat, his grunts morphing into deep moans.

"So tight Schatz, I should've done this sooner."

The man grunts, a piece of his usually slicked back hair falling from its hold and brushing against the lens of his glasses. His thrusts start to stutter, turning his body and pushing you up against the wall of the closet to pound into you harder without abandon. The new pace and angle makes you weak in the knees, bracing yourself up against the wall as you moan and whimper while drooling over his fingers. Through the flutter of your walls, he knows your close, shifting his hold under your knee to position his fingers perfectly over your clit, rubbing harsh circles onto the sensitive bundle of nerves.

With the stimulation you feel the heated band growing in your belly snap, your hold against the wall becoming weak as you cum and squeeze him like a vice, the pressure pushing him over the edge too, making him paint the inside of your cunt with all he has. Medic thrusts harshly a few more times while nipping at you neck as the two of you come down from your highs.

Medic pulls out of you with a strangled grunt, withdrawing his fingers from your mouth and patting your cheek with a small chuckle as he helps you back into your pants, the sentiment coming off as odd but endearing all the same.

"You failed!"

Fuck. The Administrators voice rings out through the whole area of Teufort, signalling your loss against your mirror team. You turn to Medic and grimace, the two do you are definitely getting interrogated on where you were instead of helping. Surely you can come up with something convincing, right?

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first request!!! i hope i did medic justice he was my og crush when my brother introduced me to tf2

⋆˚࿔ Welcome to the Café! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

hello,my name's emile! how may i take your order? please pick your fandom and take a look at the menu below and tell me what you'd like!

(don't see something you like? ask anyways and i'll do it within reason or add it to the menu in the future :3)

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⋆˚࿔ Who/What do I write for? 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

- call of duty

- elden ring

- the boys

- dc

- marvel

- certain anime/manga (just ask!)

-tf2

-rdr2

-bg3

-arcane

-dbh

-hannibal

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⋆˚࿔ Menu: 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

- cappuccino: "Please let me help you."

- latte: "Not in this lifetime."

- frappuccino: "Can we skip the fight this time, please?"

- mocha: "Sorry for waking you up, go back to sleep."

- americano: (other chara talking to chosen character) "You're in love with her/him/them, aren't you?"

- doppio: "It's 3 in the morning, what're you doing here?"

- macchiato: "You said you liked it, so I got it for you."

- ristretto: "Everyone already thinks we're dating."

- affogato: "You're dangerous."

- oolong tea: "I've wanted to ask you for a while now, but I didn't know how."

- chai: "Wanna go get a drink?"

- chamomile tea: "No, I'm not jealous"

⋆˚࿔With a side of.......

- cheesecake: enemies to lovers

- chocolate cake: forced proximity

- apple pie: friends to lovers

- chocolate chip cookie: fluff

-shortbread cookie: angst

- not in stock: (senders request for a specific trope)

- on the house: writers choice!

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⋆˚࿔ 18+ Menu: 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ (minors please DNI)

- espresso martini: "I've met strays who are more obedient than you."

- irish coffee: "Fuck, that's a good girl."

- mudslide: "You gonna beg f'me?"

-prairie buzz: "Use your teeth."

- tequila espresso: "I didn't think you'd be so responsive."

- kirsch au café: "God- Do that again."

- italian espresso: "Try to stay quiet, understand?"

⋆˚࿔With a side of.......

- black forest gateau: cockwarming

-chocolate macaron: rough sex

- vanilla macaron: gentle sex

- matcha gateau: age gap

- tiramisu: oral sex (specify which side)

- chocolate cherry cake: sugar daddy

-lemon cheesecake: body worship (specify which side)

Hallo !! I saw your requests were open so I was wonderin if ye could do some hcs for Heavy and Engi with an S/O whos new to the team? If this ain't your cup of tea or ye just dunno how to write this, feel free to ignore! No pressure!:D

(Heads up all my x readers will be gender neutral)

Engineer

-he would definitely mess around with you and teas ya for being the newbie of the group like everyone did to scout

-but you were soft, softer than he was and better yet sweeter than he was your voice reminded him of the sweet oozing of honey from a honey comb

-over time he grew extremely fond of you to a point where he had to tell the others he calls “dibs” to ask you out first

-he absolutely makes you grilled cheese late at night even when you don’t need him to cook for you but he does it anyways and on the field always makes sure theirs a dispenser around areas he’s noticed you stay around most he calls them your hot spots

-the way he confessed is rather odd he waits his time to do this but he manages to perfect his sentry to shoot rocket smoke that says I love you

Heavy

- he gives you big slap on back and will personally keep an eye on you calling you little little baby that is until you actually get hurt then that makes him mad

-all you hear is yatatatatat yatatata yatatat because he’s pushing with medic for your vengeance he may or may not have also crushed a few skulls on his way out with the intel

-afterwards though he makes his secret recipe sanvich he hardly makes it in fear others want it but he gives you half only his family from Russia knows how to make it perfectly like he does

-he will train you himself only because you’re well behaved unlike Scout was when he first joined he teaches you a few dances, temperature training against cold and pain tolerance

- he never realized his favoritism towards you until medic pointed it out and all you hear is him yelling as you burst through his door his face was as red as roses

-his way of confessing was via card because he was no where near ready to say anything but wanted you to know he loves you as equal as Sasha

Spspsps come get your Foods my ask box is open for tf2 character headcannons

Medic x gn!reader who struggles to get their medication refills on time

-Ludwig is literally their pharmacist how can you struggle so hard to pick up your refill it’s like pulling teeth with you

-he has tried every trick in the book like setting a reminder on your calendar calling you to come pick it up having the other mercs remind you but nothing works

-the one time you did go pick your medicine up on time however Ludwig will admit it was his fault for you forgetting your medicine on the counter since you two were too busy kissing

We got something in the works his wrench is almost done

Spy x gn!spy Reader s/o who has heavily intrusive thoughts but is driven mad by them and ends up in medics ward

Tw: mental health issues

• spy knew he was insane but not yo the extent that his partner was and was shocked to hear his s/os thoughts having never detected any signs of illness from them before.

• medic explains that before they were recruited the requirement for mental soundness was fine but then being a spy must have broken them.

•spy made the mistake of interrogating to find the source But ended up breaking his partner more feeling even more guilt for not being their for the one who needed him most.

• if this was caused by someone spy will find them and will torture them will the persons mind can’t even comprehend their own name

• spy will monitor you while medic works with you on you mental health and bring you practical gifts like food so you can’t hurt yourself in any way

Engineer x gn s/o who struggles with slight ptsd or crippling anxiety 😬 engineer cant tell which

• he mainly calls you hun, honey, or dear normal but during a ptsd or anxiety attack melt down whatever he’ll call you darling and hold your cheek.

•Dell will take off his goggles to look you in the eyes and remove his hat to hold you and let you rest your head on his shoulder.

• he sets up a teleporter outside your door to ensure no one enters he wants to be the one to care for you when you’re so vulnerable.

• he makes a mini sentry to keep you company and keep you safe.

• if he’s not in your room you’re in his room with a sentry to keep you safe from the opposite team and lends you his design book and let’s you draw in it to calm you down and gives you his cowboy hat.

•lord have mercy if he finds out that your a stress eater he will feed you till you can’t eat no more with his mama’s recipes

Guys you dont get it I wanna marry Sniper so badly, I wanna have a domestic life with him so badly please please please.

I wanna drink coffee with him while watching the sunrise at his house in the middle of the Outback, I wanna help him milk cows and shear sheep, I wanna cuddle with him and make breakfast with/for him in the mornings. I want to help him over come his smoking rabbit, I wanna do things that all couples go through, the ups and downs of a relationship, the good and bad. The regular every day non romantic things. Yk?

rereading the 7th comic for my fic.

I don't think it's really important to the story, but that part where they all jump into the plane. Did they fly all the way to New Mexico From Australia or did they fly to another part of Australia?

at first I thought it was the later, but now that i'm rereading i'm not so sure because why would the Administrator be all the way in Australia with Zepheniah Mann. Like it doesn't make sense to me but it's also not entirely impossible?

as I'm typing this I realize she could be all the way over there to be closer to the Australium but IDK. I just think its weird she would drag a man on the verge of being a corpse to a new country, i'd imagine traveling and making sure he stays alive must be hell.

As I type further i decided to speed through the comic and I noticed Soldier says something about all the Australium being taken from his cave the next day. Like it happened quickly. These guys really flew about thirty hours clown car style over the ocean. Thats wild. But IDK it's still possible that its still in Australia, please tell me what you guys think though because I feel like small details like that are worth it.

So I was drawing a pic of Sniper, but I was getting frustrated with the head positioning and perspective and got the genius idea to use sfm as a model. Then I got carried away and realized I sort of recreated a scene from my fic. I might actually put more effort into this, but much later.

Definitely gonna create more scenes from my fic now, I can't imagine being with this man I got to visualize it now.

gotta figure out lighting

the fic is pinned on my blog if you want to read it

Thinking of making SFM pictures of some scenes from my fic

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm

Because you, like me, have extraordinary taste in men.

Cheers mate

We need more Dilf Sniper content, and I'm not talking about him just being old, I mean like him actually being a dad. I can picture him being a little bit like Bandit Heeler where he just does silly things to make his kid laugh.

Like I want fics where he has teaparties with his kids and teaches them archery, and takes them camping.

I think there were few Dad Sniper fics going around, but I can't remember the names (if anyone can send them that be much appreciated).

Do you guys have any like, living together/married life things yall wanna do with Sniper. I need ideas for my fic, I might use them IDK depends on the direction I go.

Genuine question

Wasn't there a few TF2 dating sims going around? I know one of them was in development but then smth happened and it got scraped, but weren't there others? Can yall send me the links to them if there are any, I'm bored.

My mom read the first 2 chapters of my sniper x reader fic.

You're probably thinking, did she stumble across the word document while you were away?

No, I gave it to her purposely.

I was talking about a friend's sudden interest in wanting to read romance. She knew him, so we were kinda laughing that how out of all people he'd want to read it.

I mentioned how I wrote this "story" abt the guy I drew the pin up of (she saw it in my room), and how it's written in a way that it's like ambiguous to who's reading it. How this friend knew about it and convinced me to send it to him and how he said he liked it.

Then I cant remember if she asked or if I offered but either way I said fuck it, she would probably do the same if she where my age rn, and I showed it to her.

She was giggling and smiling the entire time, and she said that she liked it but idk if she says that because she's my mom lmao. We where interrupted before reading the rest and she hasn't asked for it again so IDK.

IDK if I made a mistake LMAO.

At the end of the second chapter she was giving recommendations on how to continue it like, "oh don't keep them in bliss now, give them a struggle" and I was like "girl, I wrote 4 more chapters of pure struggle, and I'm not done"

"You wrote 6 chapters?"

"And I'm not finished"

Silence, and her looking at me like I'm crazy and where do I find the time LOL.

New chapter of my Sniper fic

I published a new chapter of my sniper fic on ao3

Something that made me solidfy my feelings now that I remember. There was some pokemon x TF2 art I saw once where he was bottle feeding a baby kangaskan.

I want it

I want him

Please

Also if anyone knows what I'm talking about can you send me the artist, I can't find them and as someone who like both pokemon and TF2 I want to see more

We need more Dilf Sniper content, and I'm not talking about him just being old, I mean like him actually being a dad. I can picture him being a little bit like Bandit Heeler where he just does silly things to make his kid laugh.

Like I want fics where he has teaparties with his kids and teaches them archery, and takes them camping.

I think there were few Dad Sniper fics going around, but I can't remember the names (if anyone can send them that be much appreciated).

We need more Dilf Sniper content, and I'm not talking about him just being old, I mean like him actually being a dad. I can picture him being a little bit like Bandit Heeler where he just does silly things to make his kid laugh.

Like I want fics where he has teaparties with his kids and teaches them archery, and takes them camping.

I think there were few Dad Sniper fics going around, but I can't remember the names (if anyone can send them that be much appreciated).

I'm writing a Sniper x reader fic on AO3, idk I thought i'd make you fellow simps aware. Its mostly fluff with some attempt at angst. The chapters may update slowly but it'll eventally be complete.

Its basically my first fic, go easy on me please.

Hello bestie

sniper MARRIAGE headcanons?????

¿por favor 🥺?

[*sigh* How could I NOT do it 🤌]

TF2 Sniper x Reader Marriage headcanons [romantic]:

> Marriage is important thing. It shows how two people love and trust each other deeply, caring about another, knowing their partner, loving them for perfections and imperfections. And it was something Sniper value.

> For Sniper marriage is a HUGE step. You'd have to date him for... 5-6 years to even think about something like that. Luckily for you, you are someone special for Sniper, who was happiest man on earth when wedding happend

> At first he would be kinda nervous, maybe even anxious about it. It is a huge step after all, and he didn't wanted to fall into canyon making it. He might even regret it. Not that he doesn't love you, but in a way that something might change, and he prefers when things...stay the same.

> He is going to wake up before you do, occasionally make you something before he heads over to work. It won't be anything fancy, nah. Something easy, simple and fast to make, but he puts a lot of work into it, he cooks you something that is probably much better than 5 minute microwave garbage.

> He plans a date for your once a month, to spend proper time with you alone, far away from people. He just wants to be with you and only you.

> He will be much more comfortable with taking his clothes off around you, and show you his scars. Around you he feels....free and With you, he doesn't have to look behind his back every second, he doesn't have to be fully focused, stressed all the time. With you, he can lie back on the bed, close his eyes and relax

> You two gonna have your own inside joke or tradition, like you taking his hat so he has to kiss you to get it back

> Low voice sneak attacks! Oh he knowsss you love his voice. If you are doing anything, from cleaning to reading a book, he will lean over your shoulder and in a quiet voice tell you about his day. It feels more personal to him when he can tell you about his thoughts when he is this close to you

> Nicknames my dear, you wil gain more of them for sure!

> People told him how his smile is "creppy" or "weird" , it's a reason why he doesn't smile to people with his teeth, but around you, he just can't help but but to turn his frown upside down

> This man would fucking die for you or throw himself at a crocodile with nothing more than a razor blade and a piece of chicken. He wants you to feel safe around him, knowing that no matter what happens he will be with you.... while aiming a sniper rifle at anyone who even breaths at you wrong.

> He observed his parents when he was little, he watched how they laughe, argue, scream, cry and love each other for many years. He sometimes thought what would it be like to be someone's someone, now he does... thanks to you.

I had this idea and I NEED to get it out

Ofc feel free to ignore this tho

Sniper x gn other team reader who seems to always figure out where he is. It's like they have this weird spidey sense type thing. Like, they'll look directly into his scope or fire a warning shot next to him when he hasn't seen them yet.

Maybe they've even sniped him once with like a handgun or something cuz he pissed them off

Like I can imagine how much of a loop it would throw him through

Also, if he could be a pining loser, that would be great

Ooh also what if he also noticed how they're particularly brutal with the rest of his team but not him (examples above) because they have a soft spot for / crush on him too

[I can't express how MUCH I love this idea! Thank you for this ask it was fun to write it! Have fun reading!]

Warning shots

◇ TF2 Sniper x GN!Reader [crush]

Badlands, where setting sun gives you third degree burns and gravel is treated like gold, a place where lays control point, ready to be taken over by one of the two teams, and belive when I say, it is no easy thing to do. The point was active for some time now, but no one on the teams managed to get it before they were shot down, dying in their own pool of blood and coming back to life, trying all over again.

Meanwhile Sniper was on his was to changes places to confuse his opponents, firing from high place, his scope scanning the corners and waiting for some idiot to take a peek and find themselves with a bullet in their skull.

Another warning shoot. This time bullet made a hole in his hat. Bugger. How?? He just got here! He didn't even fired his weapon! What kind of six sense bullshit is this! Alright, alright... there is no time to think about it, he has a job that needs to be done. Again, he decided to change his position, walking to the comple opposite side of the war zone.

"Steady... Steady..." Sniper mumbled to himself while aiming at the enemy Heavy's head. Then BAM, bullet hit, creating hole in wooden plank next to his head. Sniper moved away from the window, completely caught off guard. He was sure it was a good spot and none one will be able to find him this quickly ! No matter. He decided to change his position, it was not a good idea to try to shoot again from the same spot when someone knew he was there. He passed Engineer's nest and found for himself better spot to try again. He aimed carefully, grinned when dot from his scope pointed on Medic's head and-...

Bang!

He found much better spot this time, far away from the control point but close enough for him to land every shoot. Finally, he can continue his job without any surprises. Sniper looked through his scope and noticed- You. He was ready to pull the trigger when suddenly you turned your head to the left and looked directly at him. Sniper felt weird tingle on his neck. Did...Did you noticed him? No... it's impossible, he is too far away! But there you were, staring directly into his scope, completely aware of his current position. Were you the one who knew where he had always been? His eyebrows knit together, as he was aiming at your head, but you were quicker and pullet trigger on your handgun, shooting Sniper right into the shoulder three times.

Sniper did the only reasonable thing, which was running away to find the closests med kit. As he was runing he thought about....this. This weird treatment you were giving him. Besides Pyro and Solider you are one of the most violent mercenary on your team, always finishing your targets in the most brutal and extreme way possible, and yet you, of all people, were giving him warning shoots! Twice ! It was....strange...

This situation for you two was a tradition at this point. Whenever Sniper was trying to shoot someone down, you were there to send your bullet ricochet next to him, suddenly shout "Sniper ahead!!" and let rest of your team know he is watching. Or you'll turn around and stare at him as if you were saying "I always know where you are."

It annoyed him. His ego was damaged now, because of you and your stupid abnormal senses. Only times he could get a kill at this point was when you were respawning or when enemy Spy failed to backstab him. Was he even allowed to call himself a professional now?? You were now his biggest priority on the battlefield, he was constantly waiting for you to show up just to land a shoot on you. Not even to kill you, even a simple bruse was enough for him. It trapped him into a tunel vision that resulted in him dying several times to the rest of your team.

Well.

Sniper was aiming at respawn machine, waiting for you to come out. He didn't even hear footsteps creeping up behind him. He only realized someone was behind him when he was pulled by the shoulder, and pinned against the wall by- you!

How-

When-

Looks like Sniper forgot that this respawn had two exits. You were holding him for...quite a while not. Both of you stared at each other, not moving an inch.

...

...

...

...

This was akward.

....what the bloody hell was that?!

Sniper felt sweat on his eyebrows and how his face is getting warmer from the embarrassed. You smirked before letting him go and you-

Just-

Walked away...

He should be dead! But you just decided to spare him? Why??? And that look on your face... He always saw you stare at him, but only now he saw your eyes up close...they looked... surprisingly pleasant to look at.

Now you're stuck in his head. Constantly teasing each other with shots and looks. Sniper felt better, knowing he wouldn't be butchered by you like the rest of his team. Was he this special? Were you...special to him? Each thought about you made his cheeks shine in pink and clouded mind with this weird soft feeling. But don't think only he did! Ha! Come on, it was obvious you have soft spot for this Australian man. It was not hard to miss when you shredded enemy team like nothing, and only Sniper was able to somehow "Get away" or just "Suddenly disappeared". The tingling, almost spider like sense made you detect him like on radar, which was the reason why you found it so hard to not think about him.

You two found a reeallllly interesting way to flirt with each other heh.

can u do TF2 headcanon for a male! Reader who was around Scout when they were in secondary school but has now transitioned (ftm) . The reader looks nothing like how Scout saw him in secondary school , reader is now muscular , dresses in black & other dark colors as well as having LONG curly hair. thanku

TF2 Scout reunion with reader who was a friend in his past Headcanons [platonic]

[ Male Trans! FTM Reader 🏳️‍⚧️]

> You and Scout go way back. You remember how you met the guy, he was the most energetic in the class, always having the best ideas on what games you two should play or was the one constantly talking and braggin about himself or his Mom

> But as I said it was a ling time ago. Many things changed not only about you but about him

> You got yourself job at Mann.co, and you were assigned to RED Team, where the best of the best and crazy of the most crazy people on this planet were assigned

> You meet everyone one by one, from support to defence. Later you were supposed to meet up with last 9th member of the team, and surprise surprise, it was him

> It took you some time to realise that this, this is Jeremy! You were so happy to meet him, but for him you were a new person now

> At first he didn't believe you at all. "Sorry man but I do not know ya. You must have mistaken me for someone else", only after telling him things only he should know, he finally connected the dots

> "Woah! Wait weren't you chick before?" Straight to the point question. I mean can you blame him? You look completely deferent now! From style that is mostly black to your long curly hair

> I don't think he would even care if you are a dude or not. He would be confused and probably you'd have to explain this to him over and over again before he finnaly understands your story and point of view

> Just like in past you two have fun doing anything really! From games to capturing the enemy plans!

> He 100% challenges you on arm wrestling after seeing your muscles "Come on! I wanna beat you already!" He says. Later he drinks his bonk embarrassed when you beat him

From anon: How would Mercs make up for argument with s/o?

[I am so SORRY! i deleted the ask by complete accident, I do hope you'll enjoy reading this etherway 👍🏻]

TF2 Mercs apologising s/o after an argument- [platonic, romantic]

Mercenaries: Scout, Solider, Sniper and Heavy

Scout:

> I view Scout as type of person that would walk around angry for some time, then feel more and more horrible with each moment, soon feeling uncontrollably guilty for this fight

> He is trying to apologise normally, just walks up to you and says he is sorry. It depends on you if you accept it or not

> If you do, then you just made him feel lighter instantly. He is proposing to get a bucket of chicken for you, of course he is paying (this time)

> But if you choose to not forgive him right away, he won't leave you alone. Expect him to give you occasional gifts for absolutely no reason whatsoever

> Finnaly when you decide to forgive him, Scout is going to shrug it off, trying to stay cool "Ha! YEAH! Of course you forgive me!", later someone saw him dancing victory dance in respawn room.

> If you are his partner, expect him to be more clingy, wanting your forgiveness above everything. Like previously he is going to follow you around. If you decide to forgive him right away, kiss on lips is enough to assure him that you are not mad

> Hug. Just give him assuring big long hug and of course a kiss. All he wants to know is that you are not mad at him. He won't let you go for a long while. After long and repetitive apology all he wants is to lay down with you on a couch and cuddle. "I am sorry" he says while giving you flowers the next day

> But oh... if you feel like you can't forgive him right away, he is going to DROWN in guilt. This man is going to do anything to just hear you are not mad at him. His mind will twist, worring if you find him annoying, if you don't love him, maybe he is not enough, that it was his fault-

Solider:

> I think he wouldn't be bother by an argument for a while unless he sees you are really hurt by it. If you choose not talk to him, avoid him and even ignore him talking, eventually he will connect the dots.

> "Maggot I- .... am.....". He is not good with apology " I FULLY AGGRE THAT MY ACTIONS WERE AN ACT OF DISHONOR TO MY FELLOW AMERICAN COMERAD! (Just- let him think you are one if you are not-) AND FOR THIS I APOLOGIZE. WILL YOU ACCEPT IT?!" He saluts waiting for your answer

> Salut back saying you do, he giggle loudly before patting his hand on your back.

> If you choose not to he will just nod and walk away. Later you'll find him talking to himself while staring into a mirror, saying shameful things to himself

> Apologising to you is his first priority now. He won't give you a lot of gifts, instead he is going to complement you from time to time "Good work Maggot!", "Only you could do it!"

> His ultimate way of sayin sorry is to suggest do to something in return to help you feel better. He is a roommate with a wizard after all! When you feel like you can accept his apology he will scream loudly, happy to accomplish his task and make you feel better

> If you are his partner, be ready for non-stop sorry's, and walking two steps behind you. He is a honest man and wants nothing more than give you love you deserve. There is no way he is leaving you feeling horrible, especially if that was his fault!

> Forgive him and be swarm with love and affection. Later you'll find him covered in honey (and naked) to show you he loves you. Oh boy find him a towel!

Sniper:

> After argument he is not going to talk to you for a long while. He doesn't need conflict or disagreement. It is going to bother him that you felt sad because of him. What can he do now?

> His way of apology is to tell you he is sorry straight away, somewhere privately. He'll tell you his side of the story and listen to yours carefully.

> Forgive him, and he'll nod, tiping his hat to you. Invites you to come with him to target practice or simple beer.

> Choose not too and you won’t see him for a longnwhile. He is going to purposely ignore you. His way of thinking is that if you won't forgive him, that means you don't want to do anything with him anymore. You hate him. You wish you weren't in his presence at all. This is how he sees it at least.

> You must be the one in this situation to break the cycle and talk to him. You just made him feel more guilty when you asked, why is he ignoring you. Expect long detailed apology and maybe small gift he made himself for you.

> When you finally forgive him, you see his hanging around you more often, asking you for help with things and simply spending time with you having a lot of fun

> As his romantical partner you just made his worries jump from 80% to 300%-

> You are going to be his first real and serious relationship he probably will ever be. He isn't sure what to do for couple days. All he wants is give you worthy apology.

> He'll spend days preparing perfect gift for you maybe even getting something you wish to get for a long time but it wasn't avaliable for you before. Come on...this have to work.

> Sniper is going to invite you somewhere private, away from prying eyes. First gift, then long, full of guilt apology. He just wants to say he loves you and wants to be sure you love him too.

> Im that situation hold his hand the whole time and end conversation with ha hug, when you accept his apology. This is all what he wanted to hear. Asks if you can spend time with him alone... he just wants to hold you

Heavy:

> Goes to apologise to you not longer than hour later after an argument. He may be big and scary but he doesn't want to stay in conflict with his teammates (Maybe besides Solider-)

> He brings gift in form of food he made by himself. He will sit with you by the table and give you proper apology.

> Take a piece of what he made and smile says you forgive him. He'll smile and enjoy nice meal with you, talking, as if there was no argument in the first place

> If you decide to take your time and don't forgive him right away Heavy is going to accept it with slow, a bit sad nod. Of course he still wants you to try some of the food he made, he made it for you after all! Even if you don't fell like you can forgive him yet

> Much later Heavy's way of trying to make you forgive him is to be there for you when you need him. Need something? He'll get it. He wants ti gain your respect before asking for forgiveness once again

> When he feels you are ready to talk again, Heavy will take you on, one on one conversation, asking if you wish to forgive him. Say yes and you are going to see the biggest and brightest smile on his face you have ever seen.

> If you are his lover he is not going to rest until you forgive him. He values trust and that you can find comfort in your other half and it makes his feel guilty you can find that in him after the fight.

> This is his task now. You can see him make you breakfast everyday (your favourite ofc), if you need or look for something he will give you it without a word. He wants to be there for you, and let you know he is going to be no matter what.

> Finnaly he'll sit next to you on couch and lay his hand on yours, looking down at you in questionable look, asking if it's alright with you. If you nod he'll pick you up, put you down on his lap and give you the biggest and coziest bear hug in history. He is happy you can feel safe with him and that you forgive him. Sorry you are staying in those big arms for a while

Hi. I want to make a suggestion: Their s/o goes completely missing. How does the mercs react?

If not all mercs, van I suggest Sniper, Soldier and Engineer?

TF2 Mercs reacting to s/o going missing - [platonic, romantic]

Mercenaries: (Sorry I didn't do all of them): Scout, Solider, Sniper, Spy and Engineer

Scout:

> Scout is the first one to notice your absence. He walks around the base looking for his bud but when unsuccessful his first thought will be "Ah, they probably went on a mission or something" and goes back to continue his activities

> When some time passes Scout starts to worry. Sure he could understand that some contracts are hard to finish but everyone were always back before day ends. And you are still not back.

> He can't stand it and decides to look around the base trying to find you. Unsuccessful after his research Scout is getting more worried

> I imagine him runing around from room to room, asking some guys about you only to hear that you still aren't back. Oh boy where are you?

> His reaction that you are missing next day fills him with worry. Why? How?! Where are they?! Why did they disappeared??

> First one to volunteer to look for you

> If you are his partner or if you have crush on each other be ready to be swarm with hugs and worried fast talk after this

> After you are found his first reaction is to put his arms around your shoulders and ask milion questions. Where were you, etc. Now he won't leave you for a whole week. "What? Noooo I wasn't worried about you, but don't disappear like that!" won't admit it but he missed you. A lot.

Solider:

> He won't see your absence at first, it will take some time for him to realize there was supposed to be 10 and not 9 people around

> He will shrug it off thinking you are just away

> He is going to find out you are missing only when someone points out your absence to him in person

> "SHALL KNOW NO FEAR MAGGOT!! MISSING WILL BE FOUND!!" He screams out loud, while running to the next room to look for you

> Alright.... it's been some time now. Where are you?... He is going to miss you buddy. He cares for his team, and is actually worried.

> When you are found he will lecture you how to not get kidnapped or lost again. That especially applies if you are his partner (you won't escape crushing night cuddles)

> Give him love, he missed you a lot, even if he doesn't show it

Sniper:

> He notices your absence after a while. Does it make him worry about you? Nope. He is going to come back to him van or practice his sniping skills not thinking about your disappearance too much. You all have a lot of work to do after all

> Hours will pass before he finnaly decides to look for you. Just to see where you are so he wouldn't have to think about it anymore

> When checking your most visited spots don't bring him any luck he'll ask some of teammembers about you.

> When it brings no luck he decides to look for you on his own. Come on.... where are you mate.

> After you are back safe and sound expect him to be not far away from you for.... three or more days, watching you from far away. Just to be sure you won't disappear without a word.

>If you are in relationship with him, he won't show any signs of beeing worried, but privately he'll give you a hug, or hold your hands close to his face

> He missed you... and he is glad you are back

Spy:

> He know you are missing before anyone does.

> He know his teammates well, from their activities to schedules and habits. He is a Spy after all, his job is to mimic people.

>When you are not doing something that according to his observation, you were supposed to do, he is going to look for you (invisible of course)

> Strange.... you are not here... not in your favourite spot... not around your favourite people. This.... is bad news.

> He lets everyone know you are missing, and is the first to volunteer to look for you

> Back at the base he isn't going to stick around you very long. Just long enough to know you are well. He is kind enough to make you a drink

> When you are that one special person close to him, know he is going to take you to his room to give you best treatment you have ever received in your entire life. He will ask questions, how, who, what, why's and all that. Be patient with him, he wants to know details.

> Kisses on cheeks and hands, to let you know he missed you

Engineer:

> He is a busy man, but he is observant one too and is going to notice you aren't around.

> Will ask around first instead of looking for you by himself. When answer won't satisfy him, this is when he'll look for you.

> Is the first one to rase the alarm to let everyone know you are missing

> Come on.... where are you?? It isn't like you to just be gone for so long...

> He is the one to find you and bring you back safely. Is the one to give you check up alongside Medic

> Expect him to ask you a lot of questions, just to be sure you are feeling alright. Will not leave your side for a while and is going to check on you from time to time bringing cookies or something to drink, like water or tea

> "Darlin' stay with me will Ya? Just... want to be with you" He is sweet one, wanting best for his partner, in the romantic way too. He doesn't want you to be missing again when he is being distracted with his work. Hold his hand and kiss him! He wants to be sure you are save dear...

Seat saved for you

◇ Team Fortress characters 7th comic timeline and GenderNeutral!Reader - [platonic,family dynamic]

Your breath puffed in faint clouds, as the sun was slowly hiding behind mountains of snow. You walked through a neighbourhood, gazing at houses decorated on Smissmas with bright lights and other plastic holiday-themed decorations. You hold a small letter addressed specifically to you from your old friend, Scout, or now, Jeremy Willis, who was inviting you to join and celebrate holidays this year. You couldn't show up on previous ones, you worked alongside Miss Pauling, helping her get rid of even the smallest connection mercs ever had with the TF industry. You spend over six years helping them, just so they can live normal lives. After long years of destroying the past, you were happy to enjoy the future.

When you got that letter, you answered, promising to show up.

A cold wind was blowing the at back of your neck, as you slowly raised your hand to knock on doors. You waited, ready for someone to open them, tapping your foot over the wooden porch, in the meantime checking if you had everything on you, soon doors opened, and you couldn't stop smiling knowing you'd get to see them again, after seven years.

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"Oh hey! It's You !" Jeremy opened the door, welcoming you with a wide smile on his face "Get in here, you big dummy"

"Hello there Jeremy! I am late?" You asked.

Fortunately for you, they were just getting started. You put away your coat and presents you brought for others and change your boots, not wanting to dirty the floor with wet shoes. Scout led you to the living room from which loud sounds of laughter were heard. As you walked, you listened to your friend, thanking you for showing up and sticking around for so long. You sparkled with joy at every word he was saying, still in disbelief at how much this loud boy had grown.

"Alright c'mon before this gets embarrassin' " you smirked, knowing it kinda already did.

"Miss Pauling brought us a turkey! But just remember...-"

Both of you stepped into the warm bright light of the room, it blinded you for a moment, but when your eyes adjusted, you saw them all sitting around a large table with a smile on each familiar face. Not the fake one. No. It was the true smile of joy, happiness, freedom, ...of life.

It was something..... that even the most positive words could not describe.

"We couldn't' have done any of this without you."

...you?

You stood there, eyes slowly filling with tears as wide smile showed up on you face. You stared at Scout, who was pointing at saved seat for you, waiting for you to sit down and join them. You walked up to him...and gave him big hug.

"Thank you..." you wishpered, before letting him go.

You sat down, and noticed a man sitting on your left next to you. Was it-

"I see you finally decided to join us"

It was Spy. You tried hard not to freak out, or scream in joy, so you just cracked wide stupid smile.

Everyone started do what they did best, the started to talk loudly, asking you many questions about you job, life, family, everything! You were happy to meet in person their family members, little girl named Tanya was the first one to introduce herself and invited you to play with them. Other kids swarmed you like bee's, wanting all your attention to themselves. So did Pyro, who was holding your arm close to their chest, expressing how much they missed you. Fortunately you were saved by Heavy, who invited you for a drink alongside Medic, Demo, Engi and Sniper. Later Solider pulled you aside to introduce you to his children [with interesting choice of names] and his loving wife Zhanna, who gave you death threat if you try to look at her man in any funny way. At least she gave you strong handshake. Later Heavy's youngest sister Bronislava handed you over some pictures she took, from simple selfies to group photos with men you used to work with but never stop beeing friends with.

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Hours passed but for you it didn't matter. Time was not a thing when you were with them all, enjoying every second of chaotic energy they brought to this room. Scout was more than happy to see how you and his kids bonded, especially after you told them stories about how their father saved your life many times, how they beat up the bad guys and uncovered secrets together. For the little ones it was one check of a fairly tale, but for you it was your past. Then loud booming was heard outside, as sky sparkled with colors.

"Fireworks!" Kids shouted as they run past you, pining their face to the window and watching with aw how sky lights up on many different colors. As kids watched you sneak away, to join the adults in the living room, to take a break. Spy poured some water in your glass, and handed it to you with gentle smile. You took a sip and looked around, memories coming back to you. It was a long time ago.... wasn't it?

Well

This party just like every party will end, but memories from it will stay in your mind, sorry but you won't forget those nine morons in a lonnggggg time ha! Enjoy this party, even if you have to know it will end eventually, because this won't go on forever... but long enough to make fantastic moment that soon you'll be calling memories.

At that moment Scout rased his glass and shouted "Wishing you Merry Smissmas everyone!"

Team shouted with joy as you joined them, with bright smile on your face, feeling lucky to meet this team all those years ago.

If you have time and its not a bother, could you do a part two to "Ma petite fleur"?

-Anon ✨️

[Heck yea!!! I'm glad you liked this series dear anon✨️! Have a nice reading!💀💙]

Ma petite fleur: Garden

Team Fortress 2 role-play

>TF2 Spy x Reader [romantic]

>this is sequel to the previous part, so if you want you can read it here:

> Ma petite fleur- TF2 Spy x reader

You were holding a piece of paper on which was written: "Next week at Teufort's Garden, same day, same time." It was written by a gentleman you've meet last week. You couldn't help but think about it for all week. Because of this, you were a bit distracted at work casing two fire incidents. Fortunately for you Saxton was happy that the Pyro weapon you tested were successful!

You sat on the bench and waited. After a short while you heard a woosh noise, happy, you turned your head and saw the masked man in the suit.

"Bonjour~"

"Hello Spy!"

"Is it the sun or are you just shining so brightly today with your beauty" he complemented.

"Perhaps both" you answered, giggling a bit.

Spy stood up, holding his hand out to you.

"Let's go for a walk. I didn't choose this garden by mear accident "

"Sure! Surprise me" you said, hearing Spy chukle.

You were both walking along the path, looking at the beautiful roses, smelling the white lilies, and then you noticed two other people sitting on a bench, talking. You noticed that it was a woman in a purple dress and a man in a red shirt.

"Maybe let's choose a different path" Spy suggested.

"Oh. You don't want to disturb young love?" You asked.

"No. I don't want young love to disturb us."

You giggled as you and Spy turned right, continuing to walk side by side, this time holding hands as you begin to talk.

"So? Did you like the new weapons?" You asked.

"I did. In fact, I have to admit, they exceeded my expectations"

You smiled gently bumping your shoulder into Spy, he smirked and did the same.

Later, you walked next to a lake with white swans, colorful fish, and little bread-mutants being attacked by ducks, as the sun slowly set behind the willows, giving the place a beautiful, calm and warm aura. Spy stopped and sat down on a bench, you joined him.

"It's beautiful" you said.

"Ineed..." he answered.

At this point, Spy gently placed his hand under your chin, getting closer to your face.

"I think our little date is going pretty well"

"Yea. It's nice. Good actually. Why, did you expect to be attacked by a bread monster?" You joked.

"I wouldn't be surprised if something like that happend"

Both of you looked at each other, soon slowly getting closer, ready for first kiss on the lips...

"Ahh!" You heard a quiet scream behind you. You turned around and saw the man lying face down on the ground. It looks like he fell from a bush. You looked at the Spy who was looking at the boy with irritation.

"I thought bushman only lives in such places." He said.

When boy stood up you finally recognised him.

"Scout? What are you doing here?"

"Uhhh nothin'. We- i mean Uh, I- was just lookin' around-"

"We?" You said.

This is when you heard a sigh and woman walked out from the bushes.

"Miss Pauling? What are you doing here?" You asked.

"We were just walking around and noticed you two- and we wanted to say hi! Right Scout?"

"We were?" Scout replied.

Spy let out the most 'Why can't I catch a break' sigh you have ever heard.

"I want to know what you are doing here"

After these words, Pauling moved closer to you, lowering her voice.

"We got an information that somewhere around here two man will exchange briefcases. Administrator is interested in the green one"

"Why? What's in there" you asked.

"You don't need to know that. All you have to know is that she wants it. The problem is that this park is big and it's hard to keep track of where these guys are going to show up"

"Perhaps we can help" you suggested"

"You? How?" Scout asked.

"Well, we can stay here and look for the guys while you two will patrol the other side. In that way we won't attract any suspicions"

"Hm. This might work. Come on Scout, let's go"

Miss Pauling took Scout's hand dragging him to the other side of the lake.

"Sorry I dragged you into this" you said. Spy shock his head.

"No need to. I got used to work following me, besides those two fools need help. I mean, look at them"

You looked accost the lake, only to spot Scout runing away from the sawn, as Miss Pauling was trying to catch it. You started to chukle at this hilarious scene. Seeing you smile, made Spy smiled too as he lifted your hand and kissed it softly. You blushed and started staring at him. At that moment, you noticed two men standing at the edge of the garden.

"Is it them?" Spy asked not turning his head.

"Yes. They have the briefsace"

"Which one?"

"The one on the left, in grey suit and black hat"

Two man started to walk separate ways. The man you described started to walk your way.

"We need to get Miss Paulings attention..."

This is when you got close to Spy.

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"Just do it. It's the part of the plan"

That's when the Spy walked up to you and kissed you on the lips, at that moment you wanted to stay like that but you had to stick to the plan. That was the moment you pushed him away and stood up.

"Oh my lords Louis! On da first date! Howww dare youuuu!" You shouted, causing the man in the suit to stop and causing Scout and Miss P to look at you and notice the guy. They both stepped aside and you nodded at her.

"Ya realllyyy think, I can be kisssed soooo soon! Shammee!" You started to act. Spy quickly picked up what you have in mind, he rolled his eyes and joined.

"But my love! I caaarrrre about you! How could you brrrreak da kisss!!"

"Because I know you love my sisterrrrrr!"

You and Spy tried very hard not to laugh as the guy in the suit seemed to be watching the 'drama'. At that moment, you noticed Scout trying to grab the briefcase out of his hands.

"That is not trrrueee!"

"It is, ya wanna know how I know? Because secretly, I'M MY SISTERRRR!"

The man in the suit dropped the briefcase after hearing such "twist". Meanwhile, you noticed Spy's face, trying not to laugh.

"So now! Be gone!" You started to run away.

"NON! Mon cher, comee back to meee!" Spy chased after you. Soon you both stumble into the rose maze, finally starting to laugh.

" 'I'm my sister?' Really? That was the best twist you could come up with?"

"Come on, Spy, I improvising. At least it worked"

"Worked perfectly" you continued to smile as the Spy approached you.

"Yet I think I owe you.."

"Owe? Owe me what?" You asked. This is when Spy leaned down to you, lowering his voice.

"Better kiss..."

He kissed you (again) in the lips but this time you didn't push him away. You put hands around his neck, as both of you enjoyed every second of it. When you stoped you looked up, and put hand over his cheek, he did the same.

"No bad" you said.

Spy chukled as you two were standing, gazing at each other. Soon Scout and Pauling catched up to you.

"We have the briefsace!!!" Scout shouted.

"And that guy won't chase us. Let's say I gave him some sleeping toxins, so he should wake up in two hours. Thanks for the help by the way!"

"No problem. Glad we could help" you answered.

"Soo" Scout interrupted "You two are a thing orrrr"

"Well um...-"

"What about you two? Don'tthink I didn't saw this embarrassing kiss" Spy asked.

On those words both Scout and Paulings face got completely red, and both of them started to speak, and make excuses or speak more nonsense.

"Haha! M-Maybe let's get the briefsace back to the base! C-Come on Socut. Commmme on!"

"Whaa-!" Scout shouted as he was once again dragged away.

Both of you stayed completely alone, around the roses. Spy took one of them, and gave it to you.

"For you...ma petite fleur"

"Thank you...Louis" you joked.

Spy rolled his eyes and kissed you once again, under the bright light of the moon...

[Anddd the end!! What do you think! I hope you liked it!💀🌌]