#if you book yours now it'll be on time for the holidays yas!

[itsscromp]

Home for Christmas

I've decided to give you all a Christmas gift before I sign off for a couple of days. @callofdudes this includes you too. I cant wait to chat with you again soon. Word count:1.2K

You completely lost track on how fast the year went since Price tasked you with helping Farah and Alex. After the mission you went on, you came back to find some of the agents were packing up. "Alex, what's going on ??" You looked at him confusingly.

"It's Christmas y/n" He smiled "They're all getting ready to head back home"

You looked at your phone's calendar, yep it was December alright, now normally this would be cool. But when you contacted Price, you heard that they all made plans of their own, Johnny would Bring Simon to Scotland to meet his family. Gaz has gone back his partner and price was getting ready to head back to london too.

You didn't have any family to go back too, all you had was your empty apartment, probably covered in dust now. Before the 141 you would always go back to your dad and spend Christmas with him, But sadly he died by the time you joined them and all that was left was your mom, but you and her were not on good terms.

Alex could see the sadness in your eyes, was Christmas not the best time for you ?? He sat there thinking what he could do to cheer you up. Then it hit him, What is better then going back home for Christmas ?? Going back home to spend Christmas with your best pal.

He went to your bunk and knocked on the door. "Y/n, Got a second ??"

"Hey Alex, what's up ??" You looked up at him.

"I was wondering, you got any plans for the holidays ??" He leaned against the doorframe.

"Ummm. I was gonna go home.."

"Ba bum, Wrong, try again" He smiled softly.

You grew confused as to what he was offering. "I'll go elsewhere..??"

"So so close, I'll give you a hint" he pointed to himself.

"Go with you for Christmas ??"

"B b b bingo !!!' He smiled, ruffling your hair. "Figured I'd keep you company for the month. Come on it'll be fun"

You were taken aback by the offer, but it made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

The two began to pack their bags for the plane and then soon they were on their way to Alex's hometown. The crisp winter wait hit your senses. It was a much-needed relief, no snow though but that's not bad still. Alex then booked the car and the two got your luggage and headed on your way. You looked out the window and watched the city go by, Alex lived about a couple of hours away from the main city. "Just quieter there than being here ya' know ??" he turned to you before looking back at the road. "Yeah I get that"

Arriving at his house, you got out and got in a much-needed stretch as you then got your bag from the car, Waiting for Alex to unlock and open the door. Inviting you inside, his place wasn't too bad.

"It ain't much, but it's home" He sighed contently as he dropped his bag on the floor. "Right your room" He smiled and guided you to the neatly presented guest bedroom. "You'll have your own bathroom in here too, so make yourself at home" He smiled as he then went back to the living room, flopping down on the couch and taking his leg off, Letting his kin breathe.

You then unpacked your bag and flopped on the bed, getting a much-needed nap in. A little while later, you were awakened by an... amazing delicious smell. Investigating soon after, you found Alex in the kitchen, cooking delicious steaks for you both. Waddling to the kitchen, you gently pressed your forehead against his shoulder, humming softly.

"Hey buddy, Sleep ok ??' Alex smiled as he rubbed your back.

Nodding against his shoulder you then looked over at the steaks, oh they looked so good to eat right about now. "They'll be ready soon ok ??"

You nodded and then stood back up, helping set the table before he plated you both up. By the god it was easily the best steak you have ever eaten, no steakhouse could rival Alex. After dinner you two decided to decorate the house with Christmas decorations, Alex being the goofball he is, wrapped tinsel around you as you were decorating. "Alex !!" You laughed. "What, you make a great Christmas tree y/n" He smirked.

The rest of the night was filled with giggles before jet lag caught up to you both. You bid goodnight to him before heading to your room, changing into your pyjamas and crashing. The next morning, you woke up to find a certain bestie cuddled up to you. Laying an arm across you to keep you close, drool hitting his pillow. You could only smile and snuggle up to him, deserving a much needed sleep in.

The rest of the vacation was super fun, Alex showed you his freaking gaming room. He had a huge collection !!! You two played video games throughout. It was just an amazing time. But never forgetting, you went out and did some Christmas shopping too, gifts to send to the 141 for when they get back eventually. then a few for Alex. Now what would he like ??

You thought that until you came across a shop window that had a figurine... wait... this was the character he ranted on about, it was his favourite character as a kid. Astro boy. Without hesitating you went inside and got it. After that, you then got a few other things that he might like. Once mailing the 141's gifts to the post office, you headed back and then went to work wrapping them up. Oh, he was going to love this.

Christmas day.

You awoken once again to Alex cuddled up to you, the boy needs his Christmas cuddles !!! You snuggled up to him again and Alex woke up to the slight shifting. "Morning pal" He smiled.

"Hey, Alex... Merry Christmas" You looked up at him smiling softly. The two stayed snuggled up for a little while, you melted as he began to massage your scalp, This was nice.

Once you both fully woke up, you then went to the living room and then sat down in front of the tree, beginning to open your gifts. Alex handed you a small box, He looked really eager for you to open it. Once you opened it, Inside was a snow globe, but inside the snow globe. some figurines looked like... you and Alex. "There was this place in town that can let you get custom-made ones, thought it'd be a fun touch" He smiled as you shook the globe. You placed it down and then hugged him tightly. "I love it" You smiled brightly.

He hugged you back just as tight, It showed how much you meant to him, His best friend.

You then let go and then handed him his gift, you were nervous but also excited. His eyes went wide as he got the paper off. "NO WAY ASTRO BOY !!!" He shrieked and stood up, zooming around with it singing the theme song, making you laugh. Oh he was such a freaking goofball, This was easily the best Christmas you and Alex have ever had.

A/N: Before I sign off, I want to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a happy new year, I can't wait to get back on here and see the amazing ideas that will bring me in 2024. :D

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[presidentbungus]

after the war, engy calls spy. there are emotions involved. 1647 words

ao3

The phone rings.

Spy, standing to put away his book (he won't be needing it for the rest of the night, he supposes), waits for his caller to speak first, which as usual doesn't take long.

"Bonjour." He can practically hear the lopsided smile forming over the other end of the line. "May I ask who I'm speakin' to?"

"You were the one who called me, no?" He snuffs his cigarette out on an ashtray carefully placed on the windowsill and looks out onto the lights of the city. It's almost enough to make him miss seeing the stars, the way they were out in the desert. "Engineer, need I remind you that I specifically stated this line for emergencies?"

"You say that every time you pick up and ya still keep pickin' up…"

"And need I remind you, Engineer, that Paris is six hours ahead of your time, and that you are calling me at two AM."

"Seven," he says softly. "Seven hours. You weren't asleep, huh."

There are few things Spy hates more than the tone he tends to get when he asks those questions. "You could have woken me up."

"Could have."

He knows there's nothing else to say, really. "… I promise I'm managing without your tenacious insistence."

The sigh that comes rattling over the line makes him want to tear out his eyes, maybe. "Sure. Well, uh… how's everything else going? Smooth, I hope?"

"The status of my operations is classified…" Pause just long enough to hear him start to protest… "But yes, my day was alright."

"Just alright?"

"It was good."

"That's good."

Better, now that you called me.

… That sounds like something he'd say. Spy taps his fingers against the windowsill, letting himself lean against it even if his suit probably shouldn't be touching the plaster. "… Mmm-hmm. And I presume it is the same for you?"

"Yeah. Um, Medic finally wrote me back—got some country's various officials on his tail, I guess, so he told me he's coming down here and I guess we're gonna fake his death again."

"What's the current count?"

"Fourth… or fifth time. I think this time we're just gonna drop his coat in a river and call it good."

"Ingenious." (Pause for the 'shut up' rattling over the line). "And you're sure it'll work?"

"Yeah, sure. Some point they have to give up, right?"

Spy snorts. "Giving up is not a particular talent of a good number of international governments."

"Well, I didn't ask for your opinion, so how about that." There's a pause, then: "What about you, you got any word from anyone else?"

"Mmm… Scout's been sending me letters… it would be touching, if I could read them."

"If anyone could break through the impenetrable wall of Scout's handwriting, Spy, it'd be you. What's he saying?"

What to paraphrase? "That I still stink, that he's finding a bittersweet place in his old home as what I imagine to be a horrible uncle to his sibling’s children, that I should be paying three times as much for child support… and that, regrettably, he misses me and thinks that I should return home for the holidays.”

“Aw. You better make the trip.”

“If work permits,” Spy says, which by now Engie probably knows means: I’ll think about it. “What about you, laborer? Grand plans for Christmas?”

“Well…” He chuckles mischievously, which is a bad sign. “Actually, yeah. I’ve been cookin’ something up for a hot second. Don’t ask ‘cause it’s a secret.”

“Alright.”

Three, two, one…

“You piss me right off sometimes.”

“Gracias.”

“I’m gonna, uh… y’know, it hasn’t really worked out before, but I already got RSVP’s from most of everyone…”

“Oh no, don’t tell me.”

“Y’know how I always wanted to do a big ol’ team reunion? Well Scout was already inviting everyone he had an address for, so, like… might as well…”

“He didn’t invite me.”

“He did, he just didn’t say it was a team reunion ‘cause we were worried you’d try and weasel out of it.” He pauses for a second. “For the record, I wasn’t supposed to tell you.”

“Mmm.”

There’s a pause, for a little too long, and then: “Please just come, Spy. It’d mean a lot to Scout.”

“Just Scout?”

… That was more over the line than he usually goes. Whoops.

“I mean… I’d like to see you in person too. For once.”

Still lighthearted, but there’s a bit of bitterness there. Spy feels like he might’ve messed something up. “I see.”

“… Well… okay. Call me back whenever you’re ready to give an actual answer.”

He takes offense to this, but not enough to risk saying anything about it. “I will.”

“You’re just… you just get under my skin sometimes, y’know?”

“Hm?”

“All those little half-answers and… little digs, makin’ it hard to tell what you mean or not, like… is it that hard to just give a yes or no once in a while?”

Spy purses his lips, and apparently doesn’t give an answer fast enough, because Dell continues:

“It’s just… sometimes talking to you is a puzzle. And it used to be a fun puzzle but now it just gets exhausting, and I don’t goddamn know what goes on in your head but it just feels like apathy, or fear, or just period in general dislike—“

“What do you mean?”

“I’m telling you what I mean. Scout wants you to go home and see some people who care about you for the first time in ages and you won’t even answer me when I ask you to tell me if you’ll come or not…”

“You didn’t ask, you just implied a question—“

“And most people would pick up the goddamn question,” he barks. “What, do you need me to ask it explicitly? Look, are you coming or not? Yes or no?”

His chest burns, a little. “… Yes. Fine.”

“Good. Great. That wasn’t hard.”

“Dell, if you don’t enjoy calling me then you shouldn’t feel obligated to call me.”

He knows Dell enjoys calling him for some bizarre reason—and he knows this isn’t the issue, but it squirms out of his mouth anyway, in the way a lot of things do now. He knows there are a lot of things this is about. He can’t quantify anything specifically and he doesn’t want to.

The silence lasts a little too long, and it’s cutting. “You don’t think that’s what this is about, do you?”

Spy keeps his mouth shut.

He sighs. “I’m just… obviously I’d stop calling you if it was a problem, Spy. You know that.”

Of course he knows. He worries about it every night.

“There are some bits I like about you and there are some bits I don’t like. Same as everybody else. Fortunately for you, there are enough bits I like that I keep coming back—“ he laughs—“because I do enjoy talkin’ to you, even if the bits I don’t like are really goddamn infuriating sometimes.”

“…”

“And I’m, just… you’ve… god, how do I phrase it. Look, I know we’ve reached the time of night where you start shutting down, and I don’t need any more in-depth out of you, alright?”

“… Okay.”

He’s silent for a little bit. “Don’t ever imply again that I don’t like you, okay? ‘Cause I do. More than you…” He trails off. “Probably think.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. And just… I dunno. I think you’re afraid of me sometimes, and I don’t get it, but I guess sometimes I just don’t get things and that’s fine. But if there’s anything you can do to get it through your head that you’re safe with me, however you define it—just—try it, okay?”

Spy rubs his eyes and his hands come away wet. “I… don’t… know.”

“I know. It’s fine.”

“… Okay.”

“A little bit of vulnerability once in a while ain’t gonna kill you, okay?”

“I know.”

“Do you want me to let you go now?”

He’s sobbing, now. Dell can probably hear it over the phone. “I think so.”

“Okay, Spy. If you need anything else you know where to find me.” He pauses. “Look forward to seeing you there. See if Scout left a date in the letters, and if he didn’t let me know so I can tell you when to be down there. All good?”

Spy hangs up, and stumbles over to his bed, and collapses, cringing when he feels his suit-collar wet with tears against his neck.

Damn it all to hell. Part of him just wants to get his number changed, move addresses, disappear into the ether (which is what he’s good at, anyway)—but the other part, stubborn and treacherous—the part Dell put there—tells him that he couldn’t do that to what are, regrettably, the only people who really care for him. Who care for him for stupid, dangerous, inexplicable reasons, but who care for him all the same, and who he unfortunately cares for as well.

In the end, he knows the conclusion he’s going to reach about Dell before he even starts analyzing the conversation line-by-line like he usually tends to do; it’s the same conclusion he reaches every single time, that he feels more for Dell than he should and it’s probably the same the other way around. He just desperately, desperately wishes he were brave enough to act on it, and he dreads the day that one of them finally does.

He’s still crying like a toddler when he tumbles into uneasy darkness, too exhausted to dream, and when he wakes up five hours later in a puddle of drool he knows something’s changed, and he just hopes it’s for the better, whatever that means.

Dell will call him again tonight. He won’t be ready, but it’ll be fine, because it’s Dell. He will not ponder the implications of this statement.

#I wrote 1200 words of this in one sitting lol #on a roll. something like that #bungus snippets #bungus fics #why not both #tf2 spy #tf2 engineer #engiespy #napoleon complex #tf2