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the-laughing-lunatic · 5 days

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All 9 mercs w/ a reader who got them flowers! (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC)

(I recently got to 20 followers on this blog! :D I wanted to do a little something to celebrate that, so I grinded and wrote headcanons for all nine of the mercs. It, uh, took a while so I hope you enjoy!)

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☆Scout - Daisies☆

Legitimately starts tearing up

Tries to blame it on the flowers

“I ain’t cryin’ I- I’m just allergic to flowers.”

“Oh, sorry, I could just return them then—”

“What? You’d hafta take ‘em out of my dead hands, I’m keepin’ em.”

Isn’t a huge flower guy but the fact you went out of your way to get them for him makes him feel all warm inside

Reminds him of when his mom would pick flowers to give to him after his Little League games

☆Soldier - Poppies☆

Would aggressively compliment you

“THESE ARE DAMN BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS MAGGOT!! I FEEL IMMENSELY LOVED AND APPRECIATED!!!”

Seriously though, he does

Since he was never allowed in the military he always felt jealous of the soldiers who got special flowers

But he wasn’t now, because you respected him

And if you did, that was enough

☆Pyro - Sunflowers☆

ABSOLUTELY LOVES THEM

Well, you can’t hear what they’re saying but the flappy hands and excited noises give you a decent idea

Will just spend hours holding them in their hands and looking at the flowers like they’re the most beautiful thing in the world

Draws sunflowers in all their drawings now

If they accidentally burned them they would get so sad and give you flowers back as a form of apology

Make flower crowns with them. Do it.

☆Demoman - Bluebells☆

Like most of the mercs, he’s never gotten flowers before

And he has no clue how to take care of them

“Thank ye, but, would ye consider showin’ me how to take care of them?”

Help this man out

Please

He would probably put them just on a table with no vase or water without you

Y’all would put the flowers in an empty bottle of scrumpy <3

☆Heavy - Violas☆

“Little merc has present for Heavy?”

Surprised, but not so much as Sniper

Honestly the most chill about it out of all the mercs

He has sisters so he knows how to take care of flowers but he’s never been the one to receive them

Would press the flowers once the start to wilt and make bookmarks so he can keep them forever (sap)

And if he’s more protective of you during matches, who's to say the reason why?

☆Engineer - Bluebonnets☆

He sticks to the practical side of things, so when you give him a bouquet of flowers he’s utterly perplexed

He’s flattered of course, and thanks you greatly for the gift because he’s a Texas boy raised with manners

But he’s not used to pretty things and…doesn’t quite know what to do with them

He puts them in a vase with water but he finds himself stopping his work to look at them

They didn’t solve a problem, they didn’t hold a purpose yet people–including him now–seemed to love them

Eventually gives up trying to find a reason for it and just accepts it as they’re just pretty

Even though solving questions like “what is beauty” was never his forte, he’d somehow found an answer for it

And it was…well, you.

(He’d also 100% make you a flower out of scrap metal for you bc he’s a gentleman)

☆Medic - Cornflowers/Drosera Spatulata Sundew☆

There’s two flowers that he’d like

Cornflowers are one of his favorites, specifically the white ones (they remind him of Archimedes)

Not just because they are national flowers of Germany, but he also appreciates their medicinal properties

But if you somehow got your hands on a Drosera Spatulata Sundew he’d be pocketing you for months afterwards

Is absolutely fascinated with carnivorous plants and you get him carnivorous flowers???

The most romantic (or just super cool if platonic) thing in the world to him

Isn’t a botanist but he’ll be in the medbay all the time now just observing it and its reactions

He’s not sleeping for a while

He’d try to create a serum for whatever flowers you got him so they’d stay as beautiful as they are forever :)

☆Sniper - Wildflowers☆

No one has ever gotten him flowers before so when you show up at his camper van with hand picked flowers wrapped in twine he’s surprised, to say the least

Finds it interesting how he walked past those same flowers everyday and never cared

But when you gave them to him they felt…special.

Awkwardly mumbles a ‘thanks mate’ to you

Keeps them in an (UNUSED I REPEAT UNUSED) jar in his van

Smiles everytime he sees them

☆Spy - Roses☆

We all know this man is an old-fashioned lover boy so ofc he loves roses

But he’s never on the receiving end of them

So none are ever good enough for his high standards

“Eugh, where did you buy these, the gas station?”

Similar to Scout that if you say you could return them he’d absolutely refuse

Secretly thinks it’s really sweet

Doesn’t act any differently towards you afterwards when he’s with you

But you find multiple bouquets of roses in your room and a note that says “if you ever consider buying me flowers again, buy roses from these boutiques instead of the trash you had before.”

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(Putting in all the tags is another reason why I don't normally do all nine of them holy shit)

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theonemeathead · 3 months

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Sniper x Reader, "Quick Trip"

a sniper x reader smutfic! tw for afab anatomy, the implications of the word 'sheila'. enjoy!

August. One of the hottest months of the year, not to mention it was the hottest day in New Mexico yet. A ceasefire had been called until further notice, the temperature being down right deadly. There was no shade for miles, within the border of the Badlands.

Which just so happened to be where you lived. Your residence, currently, was Teufort's RED base. You had been on base for a couple of years now, you got along with everyone well enough; Some more than others.

Which leads you to the current situation.

You see, Sniper was about to leave on a joint-contract with Scout; Somewhere not nearly as blazing hot. And he was going to be gone for almost two weeks. Clearly, this didn't bode well with you as you stood, with crossed arms, in front of him. You had been begging him all day to let you tag along, but he refused, insistently.

"Mundy, this isn't fair! The AC in the base is broken, you gotta—!"

"I said no, sheila," he cut you off, his tone stern. Of course, you didn't take well to being talked over, especially by your boyfriend. You furrowed your brow, opening your mouth to speak, when you were interrupted, yet again.

"Sick! Ya coming with us?" Ah, Scout. His Boston accent never failed to amuse you, especially with the mischievous glint in his eyes whenever he spoke. He smiled wide, hopeful that you could maybe make the car ride a little less dull. Sniper usually wasn't one for small talk, you were lucky if you could even get a head nod out of him.

"No." "Yes!"

You and Sniper said in unison, he shot you a nasty side eye from behind his aviators. You never understood how Sniper was able to take the heat so easily. He was still wearing his full uniform, boots and all. You had half a mind not to strip naked with how unbearable the temperature was. However, still somewhat sane, decided against that and listened to your better judgement for once.

"Aw, c'mon, Snipes, let 'em tag along! At least they talk," Scout tried to reason, taking your side. Sniper sighed dramatically, grumbling something you couldn't quite understand. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at you.

"You're both insufferable. Get in." Your eyes lit up immediately. You had gotten your way, per usual. You clambered into the vehicle, sitting directly in the middle between the other two mercenaries. The black leather seats had definitely seen their fair share of wear and tear, various holes burned from dropped cigarettes, some exposed, yellow foam from the peeling material... But Sniper loved his van. In between your legs was the comically long stick-shift. The handle was slightly chipped away and the design faded from being used so often. Sniper refused to drive anything but manual, because it's 'the right way' he said. With a loud sigh, Sniper had pulled himself in on the driver's side, buckling his seat belt in one swift motion. He clicked the key forward in the ignition, the camper sputtering to life. It was definitely old and in desperate need of repair. The bushman reached forward for the gearshift, his rough hands accidentally brushing the top of your knee as he put the car into 1st gear. Normally, gestures such as this didn't get to you. But, something felt off about it this time.

The first 10 minutes of the car ride turned out to be a bust. Sniper was too focused on the road and Scout was knocked out, cold. The only sound was the distant crackling of the radio and the soft snores from your teammate. You had one exciting moment when Sniper went to shift to 3rd, his hand grazing your leg yet again. You shot him a quick glance, unsure if it was on purpose on not. Sniper wasn't one to tease. You leaned forward with a sigh, slightly turning the dial on the radio to the right. It was set on a classic rock station currently playing a song by Men At Work. You didn't know much about the band, besides the fact Sniper really liked them.

"I love this song." Sniper's gruff voice had come out slightly whispery. You squirmed a little in your seat. Did he always have this affect on you? His Aussie accent had rang through you ears. It was such a simple string of words, but coupled with the fleeting touches, it was... different. About an hour and a half into the car ride, Sniper made the executive decision to stop at a gas station a couple miles up the road. With Scout still asleep, Sniper pulled up to the pump, slamming the breaks to scare the sleeping Bostonion awake. With an abrupt 'oof', Scout was up and ready to fight immediately.

"What—! What is it?! What happened, are we dead??" He yelped, looking around frantically. Scout paused, huffing when he saw that you were all just in park. "You guys are freakin' assholes, I'm gonna go take a leak."

With the 3 of you filing out of Sniper's front seat, you watched as Scout stretched and walked towards the gas station itself. Behind you, Sniper had already unscrewed the gas cap, removing the nozzle and forcing it into the tank. With a simple 'click', diesel fluid immediately began pouring out. Sniper stared at it for a second before abruptly pulling on the handle of the side door of the van, exposing the inside to you. Confused, you looked up at him.

"I told ya I didn't want you coming on this trip, roo." His tone was dark, almost sadistic. Your brows pinned up, a bit of fear beginning to creep through your system. Sniper never took a tone with you. He turned to you, his eyes hidden behind his yellow-tinted aviators. You swallowed thickly, afraid of what was next. "Come here."

You obeyed, stepping closer to him timidly. Immediately, you were manhandled, almost thrown into the back of his camper van. You stared in surprise, yelping as he slammed the door closed behind the both of you. You didn't have time to react before he was on you, his mouth meeting yours. The kiss wasn't pretty or experienced as his teeth clacked against yours, his lips bruising and hungry. He must've been pent up, watching you flaunt yourself around in that low-cut tanktop and those too-short shorts. Just as fast as he had started, he had pulled away. The marksman looked you up and down, as if you were nothing but prey.

"This is the entire reason I didnt want'cha to come, darl'. Just can't keep my bloody hands off ya."

A flash of red was all you saw before you were flipped onto your stomach, Sniper using his long limbs to entangle your arms behind your back. He had you like a wrangled animal, trapped and helpless. He grunted quietly, cursing under his breath as he kept you pinned with one arm. He used his one free hand and made quick work of your bottoms, sliding them, along with your underwear, down to rest just below your ass. You jolted at the feeling of his caloused hand immediately delving into your folds, as if to relax you. A low whimper left your throat, the feeling of his long, thick fingers tracing themselves inside of you, curling to hit the right spot.

You didn't have much time, however, and Sniper knew this. He retracted his fingers, sucking whatever juices was on them off. The clinking of a belt, along with shuffling fabric excited you further. Although you couldn't look back, you could feel him start to guide his long length towards your aching hole. He slid into you, slowly. Sniper wasn't thick per se, but he was definitely long. The head of his cock practically kissed your insides in all the right places. With how wet you were, you didn't need much time to accommodate his size. Snapping his hips into your ass, you could feel every drag of his cock, every pulse and vein. His pace started off bruising, the hand keeping you pinned down began leaving crescent-shaped indents from his fingernails.

There was something primal about this. The heat had burned extra hot that day, and so did your lover, it seemed. He reached his free hand under you, beginning to rub sloppy circles on your clit. Shortly after, you eyes had screwed shut, a line of drool beginning to leak from your mouth. The campervan had rocked slightly with each thrust, your pants and pleas falling upon deaf ears as Sniper used your body. It wasn't long until you tried to warn him, maybe a little too late.

"Mick, I—!" Before you could continue, you had came, your own moan cutting you off. Sniper had a sick, twisted smile, letting go of your arms to focus fully on grabbing your hips. He had started slamming your overstimulated, quivering cunt back into him. It sent shocks through your body, the pleasure quickly turning to pain as it became too much

"Fuck, I love ya, roo. I'm gonna fill ya right up, make ya mine." His thrusts grew erratic, almost sloppy, as a string of curses and praise left his lips as he hilted himself fully inside of you. You heard a small groan, followed by some deep breaths as Sniper came inside of you. With a groan, he pulled out, his cock growing softer by the second. He yanked his pants up, buckling his belt back with extreme ease and skill. There was no time for aftercare. He helped you slide your clothes back up, your trembling thighs sending delight through him. He picked his slouch hat up from off the ground, dusting it off. He held a crooked smile as he placed it atop your head, the hat much too big for you. He had finished pumping gas, screwing the cap back on before leaning against the front of his Chevy.

"Where's Scout?"

"I paid him $20 to piss off somewhere for like half an hour. He'll be back soon, love."

#tf2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #tf2 sniper x reader #sniper x reader #sniper tf2 x reader #sniper tf2 #tf2 fandom

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scoutsbabygirl · 8 months

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I would like to see headcanons from you about how your favorite mercenaries realize that they fall in love with the reader :333

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my first request! hi my little meow meow! i wrote for all the mercs bc why not?! fluff below the cut! also written in headcannon form! idk how to write for soldier (i just don't see the appeal)

scout:

-why did ms. pauling have to be lesbian???

-when you came along he was immediately drawn to you, maybe it was because you were new and young

-he's way too cocky around you and acts like he doesn't care about you

-after a stern talking to by spy, jeremy decides to ask you out

-other than sports, jeremy loves to paint and draw and is surprisingly good at it. he asks you to make some art with him and of course he draws you

-this melts your heart and you've fallen for him. he's just waiting for the right time to confess and ask you to be his

soldier:

-man has zhanna

pyro:

-hearing you say "you're all good! no worries!" after he lights the hem of you shirt, almost burning you alive. he feels a spark...literally

-pyro slinks around you where ever you may be. in the kitchen baking? pyros throwing flour all over the kitchen. working out? pyros cheering you on. got some spare time? pyros got some crayons, colored pencils and a bunch of coloring books

-spending time with a masked man that the team fears has him drawn to you. the mercs warned you about him, you never felt intimated by pyro yet understood yet you could understand why he was treated differently

-if you're ever sad he will give you the best comfort. he's never shown himself to the mercs but once he sees you cry the mask is coming off and expect kisses to be planted over you

-its a very intimate moment and he just admits it then. he's never had anyone love him back, he's always been depicted as a monster.

heavy:

- won't approach you first. he waits for you to make a move. he knows his size is intimidating in itself and doesn't want to scare you away.

-he's a gentle giant. he's very careful with his words and movements. he's so paranoid that you'll view him as something he's not on the inside.

- one night you cooked with him and he told you all about his life back home, showed you photos of his sisters and taught you basic russian (assuming you don't know any already)

-if you speak russian he'll be over the moon or if you use the simple russian he's taught you he loves you just a little bit more. he adores your accent when you stumble over certain pronunciation. he knows you're the one for him

-when he decides to confess he handwrites you a long poem with an russian to english translation on two separate pages. after he signs his name he writes that he won't bring this up unless you do

-please don't break his heart. he's so sensitive

demo:

- when he confesses he's drunk as fuck. he doesn't even remember when you bring it up the next day.

-is so embarrassed. he's hungover and groggy. he plays it off by acting defensive. "i was just drunk! i meant nothing by it!"

-in the inside he's freaking out. he wanted to plan it out. it's only been 7 or 8 months since you've been at teufort but he fell so quick for you.

-3am outside pointing at the constellations, telling you about old celtic, scottish myths and folklore, shit talking the other mercs, and an accidental kiss on the lips he caught feeling for you right then and there.

- he's willing to give up scrumpy just to have you reciprocate the same feelings for him. 🤞

engineer:

-lord, he used so many pet names with you; "check this out, sweet pea", "you look beautiful, darling", "i made pancakes, you want any hon?"

-he knows his voice with a combination of his pet names do something to you. he loves when you call him those names back!

-compliment his cooking! bbq is his specialty! he'll gladly eat up anything you make. hungry boi :3

-he loves when you spend time with him in his workshop, working on his little metal trinkets warms his soul. he tries to teach you about the intricate parts of engineering. it's okay if you don't understand, he's more than willing to break it down for you and teach you a bite-sized version quantum mechanics

-friday night. a few beers in. a lot of work finished. "(y/n), i know i'm a bit older and dusty at the whole romance thing but" he pauses "you ain't seeing anyone right now, are you?"

medic:

-he either falls in love with you the second he lays his eyes on you or it takes many, many months for him to catch feelings for you. regardless, of how long the process takes his love for you becomes an obsession.

-you begin lingering around his office, inquiring about his tools and weapons. he finds it very interesting that you're not startled by him and his... unethical ways of "doctor assisted suicide"

-internal battles with his conscience. does he want to rip your organs out and shove them in the wrong places? he wants to slice your arteries one by one. yes, he wants to cut your jugular and see how much you bleed before dying. alas, he won't. you're too beautiful to be cut up into pieces. he doesn't want you to die by his hands, he doesn't know what he would do with himself.

-"guten morgen, wie gehts?!" has him weak. just a simple phrase you've rehearsed a few times. you though he would appreciate you taking time out of your day to learn his native tongue. he thinks this is your way of flirting with it (and perhaps it is).

-occasionally he'll call you into his office, not for a checkup by any means but rather just to chat (on company time). he removes the gloves and runs his hands over the scars on your face and neck. "schätzelein, i have been feeling some way for a while."

sniper:

-he is such a cunt. he's so rude and bitchy to you. his attitude causes you to avoid contact with mick at all costs and he avoids you like the plague. he spends a lot of time in his van anyways so staying away from you isn't too hard.

-seeing you hurt breaks his heart. he decides to visit you in medbay after your broke your arm. the baboo uterus experiment procedure wasn't finished by the time you got hurt. you notice how out of character it is but appreciate it regardless. he brings you a little necklace made with animal teeth (him making jewerly with animal bones is the most canon-noncanon headcanon.)

-after you get a cast you ask him to sign it. next to his name he writes a little heart. then scribbles it out. and draws a skull underneath it.

-butterflies in his stomach when he lays eyes on you. he hates that he's gotten feelings for you. you're his teammate, not his partner. not yet atleast. no? why is he thinking like this.

-it's obvious that mick is touch starved of attention, he want to be validated and appreciated. he's also getting shit from his teammates so when you begin to stand up for him and complimenting him he looses his mind.

"scout, you're being mean. no wonder you have no dad, i would leave too. " "he's not ugly at all. you're old and its evident enough in those wrinkles of yours."

-oh god. who knew a petite little thing like you could spit venom. he wants to tell you how he feels so badly but he doesn't want to loose you as a friend.

spy:

-he'll flirt with you before even developing feelings for you. always trying to court you, inviting you over at late hours. he just wants to get laid tbh.

-you're playing hard to get. it excites him a bit but he's much older now so if anything he's annoyed that you won't sleep with him. he tries being more romantic and pushes idea the idea of getting with you sexually and takes a different approach.

-smoking on his red velvet couch until the sun begins to rise, sharing cigs together. he has a small stash of weed (he stole it from scout) but coughs when he smokes it, earning a plethora of giggles from you. now he's smiling and laughing with you despite his lungs being filled with smoke.

-stacks of guy de maupassant on his table near the red couch, he reads the love poems to you and translates it to you. please snuggle up into his chest and try to read the french words yourself. your pronunciation is horrible and your accent is awful. you sound so cute yet so pathetic at the same time.

-he tries to keep his feelings hidden for as long as he can. of course, it slips out. he's stopped wearing the balaclava when around you (and only you, even his own son doesn't know what he truly looks like) so the bright red blush is evident on his face. he tries taking back what he said but there's no use as your already face first into his chest.

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fatfuckingcatstuff · 22 days

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EMOTIONAL RELOAD

Sniper Tf2 x GN!Reader

(can be seen as either platonic or romantic)

Tags: gift giving,fluff

T'was a lovely day for the mercenaries. For they had just won a battle and were going out to celebrate. They all decided to head to a local pub to drink to their hearts content. Meanwhile, you've decided to get a gift for each of the boys as a good job.

Heading to every small local business stalls in the area, you've managed to aquire a gift which suited each mercenary. All but one, you were in the search for a special gift for a special someone.

Searching high and low for the perfect gift but none to be found. A gun? He already has quite a few..

A new kukri? Maybe not..

A mug..?? TOO SIMPLE!!!

Why the hell were you even in a mug store?? It's not like they'll just magically have a mug which so conviniently suits your special someon—

#1 Sniper.

Full caps, in the colours red and black. Just placed right in front of your eyes on a shelf. The words conviniently facing your direction.

"Okay looks like I'm getting that then."

Ringing it up at the checkout you noticed the store had a wrapping paper station. And what do you know? Fucking gun patterned wrapping paper.

Back at the base all the men had already returned from their drinking session. Some in their rooms probably passed out from the alcohol. Inside the kitchen was Sniper, drinking a bottle of beer. Assuming he didn't drink as much as the rest when he was out.

A knock from the doorway catches his attention.

"Hey 'roo. How was your night?"

"It was fun. Went out and got you a lil something." You beamed, reaching into your shopping bag and taking out the cube shaped gift wrapped in said gun themed paper.

He averts his gaze to yours, clearing his throat a bit before giving a little bit of a smile as he reaches out to take the present. He rips off the wrapping paper and finds the mug.

"#1 Sniper." He chuckles. A smile forming on his face.

"Ya like it?"

"Hell yeah, thank you love." He gives a small hug before heading to his room.

You felt great! He seemed to really like it too!! You head out to look for the rest of the crew distributing their gifts.

Meanwhile, sat on his creaky bed, shirtless and in boxers. The New Zealander holding the mug in his hands and just staring at it with the cutest patootie smile you will ever find on this man. He's clutching his chest like a victorian woman clutching her pearls. If this mug ever gets damaged trust he will avenge it.

#team fortress 2 #sniper tf2 #sniper tf2 x reader #sniper x reader #team fortress 2 fanfiction #tf2 x reader #tf2 x you #fluff #tf2 headcanons #tf2 sniper #tf2 #tf2 sniper x reader

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jvnejv · 2 months

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hmm fic idea/prompt: cupid!sniper who matchmakes likes you but since cupids cant matchmake themself with anyone, he has to find ways to make you his

#sorry is this cringe? sorry #sniperposting #I just really like the cupid sniper thank you to the person who created it #sniper tf2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 sniper x reader #sniper tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 x reader #tf2

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flung-from-the-mulch · 2 months

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Haiii can you do any mercs of choice with a goth s/o whos a vampire 💥💥💥

SWEETIE PIE IF YOU GIVE ME A CHOICE I WILL CHOOSE THE MOST LOSERFAIL BOYS EVER <3

quick warning, reader is assumed to wear tradgoth makeup so. there's that lmao

also sorry if this is formatted weird i'm writing on a slightly broken laptop and i just got enough to afford a new one asldkjfdskljfsdjfl

Heavy

-well. that's new.

-at first he thought you were like medic in a weird way, and that you just really liked drinking blood for some reason.

-and then he realized that it wasn't out of liking the taste.

-it was out of a need to live.

-he had to sort of get used to the fact that you see him as prey almost, since you feed on what keeps him alive. his hesitation doesn't last long though.

-the most likely out of the mercs to offer his blood to you if you're feeling particularly hungry one day & don't want to bother medic about getting a blood bag.

-he loves it when you leave black lipstick smeared on his neck from a bite, he parades around like a total manwhore. "leetle man is jealous he does not have vampire to kiss <3"

Sniper

-he needs a minute.

-see, sniper's always been the hunter. he's always been the predator, stalking his prey, and striking them down effortlessly. he's never really... been the one being hunted before. it's a new experience and he's not sure he likes it.

-probably goes off into the bush for a week or so to collect his thoughts on everything. he thinks best when he's out in the wild.

-when he comes back, he's fairly chill about it. he's come to terms with the fact that it's just a part of your life, and that you won't hurt him.

-he's not super fond of the idea of you drinking his blood, but if push comes to shove, he will reluctantly bare his neck for you.

-not the type to parade around makeup smears you leave behind. not because he's embarrassed of YOU, but because he hates it when Scout annoys him about it.

Spy

-"oui, i know."

-he probably knew from the start tbh. there is no keeping secrets from this man.

-a total priss about you drinking blood though, especially his.

-"non! get your filthy mouth away from me!" cue him swatting at you with a newspaper.

-he'll let you feed from him, but only in private and on nights he's feeling generous.

-probably acts like a total baby afterwards. "amor, would you fetch me water?"

"...spy, your legs still work. get it yourself."

"non, you drained me of blood. you get it."

#tf2 x reader #heavy tf2 x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #heavy x reader #sniper tf2 x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #sniper x reader #spy tf2 x reader #tf2 spy x reader #spy x reader #spy the type to make gay little noises when u bite him. weak ass. bro gets stabbed and has no reaction but as soon as you bite him...

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2frosty4you · 11 months

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Crushing on you [Sniper Headcanon]

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➼ You two would have to be close friends before he even thinks about liking you in a more romantical way, you would also have to be working along side with him

➼ Seeing you fighting the Blu team from his sniper perch 0-0, watching strong woman barbarically fight men? basically makes his knees go weak

➼ Would be watching you through his scope too much, hindering his k/d ratio. Sniper's also watching your back half the time.

➼ He would look out for you, just cause he's nervous about being around you doesn't mean he isn't going to protect you from his perch.

➼ He would NOT make the first move, like come on he would be avoiding you like the plague the mere moment he gets a twinge of butterflies in his stomach.

➼ Nervous when you look at him, please don't watch him shoot he will miss and feel VERY VERY embarrassed.

➼ Bro pisses in jars he's going to try to get as clean as he can for you (hes not going to be using the 14-in-1 anymore)

➼ I see this a lot in sniper headcanons but i agree he would DEFINITELY leave animal teeth and trinkets for you, like a large piss throwing cat.

➼ Going off the last one spy has most likely watched him leave the trinkets at your door, and holds it over his head constantly. (blackmail material :3)

➼ He would confess to you either on his death bed, while drunk or if you two go out camping together.

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princessvomitiloveyou · 5 months

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Sniper, Medic and Spy TF2 pegging headcanons!!

Warnings: Not much!! Gender neutral reader, (no genitals are described!!) loving smut/fluff and pegging ofc!!

Notes: Wanted to write this for myself since there’s barely anything on pegging with them (and I love pegging old men) I will do the other mercs for myself too some time!!

Sniper:

He’s like

Really hesitant to try at first

I mean he literally never done anything like it before

You just gotta give him a lot of reassurance

Being a assassin wasn’t anything compared to this

Once he knows that you wouldn’t do anything he’s not comfortable with, he finally tries it

You both usually do it in a missionary position (you’re on top)

You make sure to prep him up before you start and when you first go inside, Sniper’s body tenses up immediately

He’ll definitely cling onto you as you go on and you hug him back too

He will groan a lot so prepare for a loud night

If you kiss anywhere on his face (specifically his cheek or forehead) he will go insane (in a good way :3)

Because of that, the harness is practically gonna be twisted up (somehow) so make sure you adjust it properly

If he’s wearing his hat, it’s gonna be flying off

Aftercare!! Really important, especially after the carnal feelings. Make him to get some water and cuddle with him after!! He’ll be embarrassed but he’ll lean in it!!

Medic:

He’s gonna giggle

A lot

(After a full minute of laughing) “Zo…vou vant to peg me, ja?”

He would definitely wanna be penetrated by a medical themed strap-on (do NOT ask, you will be horrified)

So after you adjust the harness and got everything ready, Medic straddles you

He will be riding that thing into oblivion so be aware that you’ll have to fix it after

He wraps his arms around your neck usually as he rants about some facts about the human body (he literally goes: 🤓☝️and tries to make it sound interesting. I mean, which it is)

While you’re patting his back, he’ll be like “Did vou know zat-“ and go on about something you never knew before

It’s kind of endearing!

Kind of.

Because after like 14 minutes of pegging your boyfriend, all you’re gonna hear is his ranting and nothing else

So you can be having the time of your life but Medic is still going on about how much the human body can handle

Mind you, he says a good amount of this in German so you genuinely have no idea what’s going on

Regardless, Medic does actually like it and definitely wants to try it out more with you!!

Spy:

If anything, he’ll be the one leading you

He’s been pegged before by his past lovers (who were NOT good for him) so he definitely knows what he’s in store for

He will be strict on your first time however, but it’s out of habit if anything else

He just doesn’t want you to think you’re hurting him (and also because he doesn’t want his ass sore but that never really happened to him)

He’ll definitely call you a lot of French terms of endearment so pull out your translator

(He will translate for you if necessary)

He likes to hold you close (and so do you) and he loves running his fingers through your hair. It comforts him a bunch

He may grumble or mutter a bit but he’ll actually praise and compliment you the more you do it

If he notices the harness is messed up, he’ll help fix it for you

He pretty much knows all of the proper precautions to make both you and him feel at bliss

When you two are finished, Spy likes to tell you that you’re so much better then the past lovers he had (because you treat him a lot better)

That’s all!! ( ＾∀＾)

#TF2 #Team Fortress Two #Spy TF2 #Sniper TF2 #Medic TF2 #Medic TF2 x Reader #Spy TF2 x Reader #Sniper TF2 x Reader #princessvomitwrites

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thisfanisgonesorry · 11 months

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Scout/Sniper and his S/O who has a habit of biting, even in their sleep, they’ll come up behind him while he’s doing something and just starts *NOM* on his shoulder, not like a violent, trying to hurt him way, more of an affectionate lovey way 🥰

im gonna confess that i love writing fic titles but i hate trying to come up with fic titles for fics where u straight up just fucking sleep. like the fuck am i supposed to name this. if someone wants to kindly drop a handful of sleep related fic titles into my ask ill make out with you /lh

anyway, sorry it took me a while, love u sm, thanks for the request, sorry its short but my birthday is this week so im kinda just chillin and rotating between fics as i please so i hope this lil drabble is okay :3 ,, im not a huge huge fan of biting in a non sexual way but this is fun !! i liked writing this :D

tags: fluff, estab, cuddling, biting. hickeys kinda?? youre a little fucking vampire is what you are

<3<3<3

I was sprawled out across the bed, waiting for Mick to come home. His pillow was tightly in my arms and it smelled faintly of him. There was a slight click and creak as the door opened and he creeped in. He gently placed his things down on the floor as he began to undress quietly, taking off his shirt, jeans and boots.

“Darlin’, I’m gonna need that.” He whispered as he slowly got into bed and gently tried untangling my arms from his pillow.

“Mhmmm, no, ‘s comfy.” I mumbled out, unwrapping my arms so he could take it.

“So you are awake?” He laughed softly. “C’mere.”

He wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me close into his chest. I was pulled into his neck and he smelled faintly of coffee, dust and hardwood. I sunk my teeth into his neck mindlessly, just wanting to get comfortable.

“You’re in a biting mood, huh?” He spoke as he winced a little.

“Yuh-uh.” I began to lick the wound slightly, realising that biting into muscle kind of actually hurts a lot.

“You should’ve told me.” He said, kissing my forehead lightly before rotating our position as he was laying behind me, one arm wrapped around my torso as his other arm was positioned so I could bite the fleshy part of his wrist.

NOM

“You’re a cheeky bugger.” He sighed briefly, getting comfortable and ready to sleep.

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mehidktbh · 1 year

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Spiders

Pairing: Mick "Sniper" Mundy x Fem!Reader

Summary: A hot summer day attracts all types of insects to get into the base, out of the hot sun and humid air. Only to be faced with their death by someone not so keen on them.

Warning: Swearing, the killing of a spider? Ngl this is just something I threw together before I slept. 🤷🏼‍♀️

A/N: Wanted to make this before I write my next Simon Riley fic (thanks to your votes). But this also came from today when I found a little Black Widow Spider in my shoe. Still living in Australia I cannot with any insects. (Also it's canon that Sniper has a feat of Spiders, I was there)

How much longer of this humid sun did you have to go through? At first, you thought that the summer would stay when needed, but no. You've got months ahead of you, knowing you're going to wake up in a pile of slickly unpleasant sweat every day. Even worse is the lousy air conditioning in the base, it's been fixed so many times it runs as low as it can. Just as bad as the air circulation too.

So here you are, slouched over in the main room, the leather seat sticks to your bare skin the second you'd get up. You'd be carrying the whole couch along with you. Scout sits next to you, his loud huffing is getting annoying, and one of his arms is slung on the back of the couch. Just touching your head but you're too into heatstroke to realise he's nearly touching your hair.

Sniper sits next to you too, a chair for himself as he spreads fully out. His usual smirk rests on his face as he casually looks over to the two of you. "Gettin' comfortable 'ere?" Scout slowly looks over at him, a scowl on his face. Usually, he'd fling himself across the room, both hands probably strangling the poor bushman but all he can do is roll his eyes.

"How abou' 'cha Y/N?" A weak smile slowly appears on your face, and you flick him a thumbs up. Only he sees right through your smile. But he nods sharply, flicking his attention to the TV. To him, an interesting documentary on animals hibernating. How different animals do it in different seasons and how bears survive through the cold season catches his attention more than you and Scout combined.

But you're too busy looking over at the small old-fashioned fridge. You begin to wonder how cold it really is in there, usually, the beers don't get nearly as cold enough to drink comfortably but still, that's better than nothing. So gradually you start to get up, the leather breaking apart from your skin makes you cringe but it dies out over the TV.

"Bears can be woken easily during a mild spell of weather, but may not have enough energy to survive the rest of the winter. Which is why-" "AHH!"

Your inarticulate and high-pitched scream easily overpowers the TV, even with its high volume on it's enough to echo throughout the whole base. "Holy- What?" Scout's Boston accent quickly appears behind your terrified figure. Sniper also sprints right behind him to reach you from across the room. Looking over your shoulder to see what's got you shaken up and pointing at.

Expecting to see another head or organ which Medic decided to leave unattended in the fridge or on the kitchen counter. But instead, he only spots a little Black Widow Spider sitting unsettled on the counter. Eating away at the bread crumbs left behind from Heavy's sandvich.

"Kill it, Scout, before it kills us!" You frantically order Scout, only he groans in annoyance. "Jesus Y/N! I thought you found someone fucking dead" Your hands shake his shoulders back and forth quickly. "Well, you're about to find my body if you don't-" Before you can say anything he leaves swiftly. Ignoring your pleas as he tiredly walks back to the couch.

Looking over to Sniper you give him the same look in your eyes, a plead. "Pfft, watch an' learn" You watch as Sniper leans over to the counter more. The movement of his arm quickly alerts the pernicious red spider as it begins to move quickly. A yelp nearly leaves Sniper's mouth as he backs away instantly.

"You're scared?" You ask not out of laughter... well maybe. But more because you generally thought he'd be used to Spiders by now. Living in the outback much mean he's dealt with them thousand times before, right? "Nah'm not." His usual down-to-earth and easygoing face now flashes bright red either from the humid air or is now because you mention his (unknowingly) fear of spiders?

But before you can mutter out a single word he reaches over the counter again, his eyes glued to the Spider chilling there. His whole hand flexed and tense as he quickly snatched a tissue from the box. The sudden sound sends the Spider flying in his direction. It sends him flying backwards, his hands coming out in front of him like he was going to fistfight the insect.

You on the other hand you're now snickering softly, the fear you felt before going away as you watch Sniper unravel in front of you. He quickly catches onto your laughing, a glaring cold look replaces his scared expression as he pushes past you. His shoulders square as he swiftly squishes the spider under the tissue, a gross sound following.

"See, m' not scared of spiders..."

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mrsvalentinefucker1 · 18 days

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Support class dick hc, kinks + How they fuck

Cw: knives, rough sex, blood

Sniper

•Dick: I’d say about 6, 6 1/2 inches if I’m being generous here. Definitely not thin, it’s got some girth to it that’s for sure. He never ever clean shaves he thinks it looks weird (he’s not wrong) so he’ll definitely just trim up a little or maybe not at all. Wild man moment. Plus, he kinda loves the scruffy look he has going on. I know everyone says he’s uncircumcised and i definitely agree with that. Tip is not red but definitely a deep pink, it’s cute. Two visible veins, one on the top of his shaft and one underneath it. So he’s very very sensitive.

•How he fucks: Rough. He likes to be fucked hard and to fuck hard. His favorite position to see you in is definitely mating press or doggy style (with a knife to your throat) he loves to see your face contort with pleasure and fear. He’s very vocal i mean haven’t you heard his voice lines. Come on. He loves telling you how great of a fuck toy you can be when you aren’t being a cunt or a teasing slut. He doesn’t have a favorite place to cum really.. Whenever he gets his rocks off is where it stays so.

•Kinks

Praise: definitely, but backhanded praise “look at you, good little slut.” Stuff like that you know?

Predator vs prey play: I know this is so basic but oh my goodness he LOVE LOVE LOVEEEESSS to chase you down and just fuck your brains out if your skull. Like I said, he likes it rough. (Me next)

Knife play: Ofc this is one of them. That mf is a literal animal. He just likes the power trip tbh. Having your life in his very hands, though he’d never do anything to ever hurt it.. it’s hot to watch your fearful eyes and if you enjoy it just as much as he does, you’re in for a ride of dirty talk and rough hard sex.

Public sex: touching you while in public. Something about it. Maybe it’s bc he likes to tease and see how long you can last without gripping his arm while shaking and begging to cum or maybe it’s because nobody around you can (probably) tell how good he’s pleasing you, and how they’ll never get a chance to touch a wonderful lady like you the way he does. Who knows

BREEDING: Though he is scared to have kids and will take every procedure to make sure you won’t get pregnant, he still loves to just cum inside of you all day, everyday. (Same sniper.)

Stepping: he probably likes to be stepped on. He’ll buy you beautiful, expensive heels just so you can step on him or press against his hard cock. (Meow.)

Spy

•Dick: solid 5 1/2, it’s not too thin but not exactly thick.. it stretches you very very nicely that is for sure. He trims it constantly. He is never out of order, he takes too much pride in himself to let it grow out like that wretched bushman. Uncircumcised, his dick skin is like.. oddly soft and velvety. One small vein on the side of his cock, it’s nice. Tip, I’d say, is a light cute pink.

•How he fucks: He either makes love for a long time or he plows you hard. Usually both. He rides the fine line very well. While he goes at it soft and caring, he teases you a lot. Vibrators, toys, his finger, his mouth. He just likes to tease you a lot.. but once he slips in, its game over for him. He can’t help it. He has to fuck you like an animal in heat.

•Kinks

Lingerie for sure. He loves to either buy them for you to give you his card to buy yourself some and then surprise him with it! (Will probably write a fic based off this)

Spanking or brat taming: He will absolutely wreck your ass if you talk back to flirt with ANYONE. He will spank you so hard you’ll become a babbling mess.

Body worship: Giving or receiving, he loves to tease you by kissing down your gorgeous body and leave small bites all over you. Nipping, kissing, nipping, kissing. You know. Backhanded kisses

Medic

•Dick: He’s German and from my experience, they’re packing serious heat. 7 inches hard. Argue with the wall because I will not listen. Tummy bulge will happen so be prepared. Much like spy he keeps himself in check, trims every couple of days. Circumcised, dark pink with a red hue tip. It’s sensitive as hell. No visible veins until he gets to fucking, then they all start popping out. Thick. Hard stretch that’s for sure.

•How he fucks: They all fuck hard but him.. dear lord. Pray and buckle up because he will bruise your cervix. He pounds. He doesn’t even fuck, HE SLAMS. bed? broken, operating table? broken, desk? Broken twice. He loves to just fuck you into a mindless mess. That’s all

•Kinks

Roleplay: He loves to roleplay anything really. Nurse and doctor, doctor and patient, boss and intern, things like that.

Knife play: scalpels are going to be pressed against your skin.. which leads me to my next kink hc

Blood kink: Licks the blood off of your wounds or the small cuts he marks your body with. If you have a period, best believe he will be begging to fuck you on it

“Meine Liebe! It feels so much better when you’re on your period, it also relieves cramps too!”

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the-laughing-lunatic · 25 days

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Headcanons for Spy, Medic, and Sniper with an S/O who likes singing alot?

(Ofc! So sorry for the lateness, this was in my inbox for a bit. Thx for requesting!)

Spy, Medic, and Sniper w/ an S/O who sings (ROMANTIC)

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☆Spy☆

Loves it

More excuse to be a hopeless romantic with you

One of his favorite things to do with you is play piano with you sitting on the bench next to him sing a melody along with what he’s playing

If you wanna absolutely WOO this man, learn French love songs to sing to him (his favorite is La Vie en Rose)

Guaranteed to having you leaving his smoking room covered in lipstick marks (or not leaving till morning 👀 /j /j)

Gets so flustered though

“Mon cherie, you must reduce to cheap tricks to seduce me? Pathetic.”

(He says that right before kissing you so hard you can see the future)

☆Medic☆

Is utterly fascinated by it when he finds out

No one on the team has a particularly good singing voice, so he def wants to do (more) experiments w/ you

“Open your mouth for me schatz, that’s it, lovely. Now sing an F# for me.”

Wants to see your vocal chords in action fr fr

Will compliment it all the time in his own special way

“Ohoho! Your diaphragm, it is so strong! And that larynx, the control in it!”

Well, at least you think those are compliments. Hard to tell with him.

On quieter, calmer nights he turns on the record player he has in his lab and takes your hand, leading you to waltz with him

Wraps an arm around your waist as you hum the melody along into his ear.

“Ich liebe dich, schatz.”

☆Sniper☆

Finds it relaxing to just listen to

In those early mornings he loves to just lean against you and drink his coffee as you hum whatever new melody is in your head

Isn’t a really talkative guy so he likes to just listen to you sing all the time, like you’re his personal radio whenever he’s carving

Flirts with you about it all the time

“You got an awful pretty voice, songbird, it’d be a pity if someone interrupted all that singin’ by kissing you~”

Yeah he calls you songbird all the time now

You got a name? You don’t anymore, it’s songbird

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#team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 #tf2 x reader #spy tf2 x reader #spy tf2 #medic tf2 #medic tf2 x reader #sniper tf2 #sniper tf2 x reader #fanfiction

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theonemeathead · 3 months

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Sniper x Reader, "Lonely"

sniper x reader fluff bc he's my favorite obviously. tws for the implications of the word 'sheila', otherwise gender neutral :3. enjoy!

"Aw, that's game, mate!" Sniper laughed, heartily. You groaned, throwing your head back as your dropped the last steel horseshoe in your hand. That was the 3rd game you'd lost in a row. Today had been declared a ceasefire, so you had suggested taking the day to go camp with Sniper, your best friend. Truth be told, there's not a whole lot of good camping spots in New Mexico, meaning you were stuck in the middle of the dessert with nothing but whatever was packed in his campervan... and Sniper... by yourselves.

Now, you weren't one to crush. You prided yourself on holding your own, being 'independent'. But, base did get lonely, sometimes. Being surrounded by the same people every day for years could drive the sanest person crazy, especially the group you lived with. But, Sniper was different. He was kind and funny and honest with you. You admired his skill from afar, never really got in his way. You provided good company to him. So, when you had offered to go camping with him, alone... He felt his heart skip a beat. Your presence was different than the others; he liked being around you.

Kicking a rock, you sat down on a log next to the future firepit. The sun was setting, it was gonna be dark soon. Sniper bent down, grunting as his knees popped, to collect the stake and horseshoes from your previous game. He slid them back into the mesh baggie, throwing them to the side before walking over where you had unceremoniously thrown yourself down in a fit of frustration. The Australian crouched, beginning to build the basic structure of what would be your source of warmth for the impending night.

"No need to be sore, mate. You did good! I just did better."

You furrowed your brow, scowling at him. He snickered at your expression, clearly proud of his quip. Was it weird of him to find your annoyance so cute? You leaned to the side, taking a small rock and tossing it at him, the sediment bouncing off the top of one of his roughed-up cowboy boots. Everything about Sniper was so rugged, it almost hurt how stereotypically outdoorsy he looked. From his scratched aviators, to his sun-damaged skin, he sure wore that Aussie charm well.

"Oh, c'mon, sheila! I'm just givin' ya a hard time." You continued to stare him down, doing your best to try and look intimidating. You knew you didn't scare him, but everyone has their dreams. Taking the lighter from the pocket of his vest, he took some kindling and held the flame to it. You watched, silently, as the sticks caught fire, crackling into an uproaring orange flame. Satisfied, Sniper stood up, dusting his hands on his trousers before crossing his arms at you. "Not talkin' to me now, are we?"

"Nope." He chuckled, dryly. He reached up, taking his dusty slouch hat off his head, putting it to his chest and bowing slightly.

"How shall I ever earn your forgiveness?"

"Shut up... I'll forgive you when you start cooking supper."

"On it, sheila." And indeed he was. Half an hour had gone by and Sniper had brought his rusted pot of stew to a boil. It was filled with various game he'd hunted earlier in the day, ranging from coyote to rabbit. He had taken the edge of his kukri and sliced up some wild onions and some leftover carrots he had in the fridge, not letting them go to waste. Although it didn't sound appetizing, any food sounded like good food right about now. You both had been making small talk, conversing as the sun disappeared completely, leaving nothing but the glow of the fire and the occasional wheezey laugh. When came time, Sniper had been courteous enough to sneak a bowl and silverware for you from the dining hall. He only had plates for him, meaning he panicked slightly when you suggested this trip. He handed you the container, slopping a ladle full of dinner onto it. Immediately, you recognized it.

"Did you steal this from the kitchen?" You asked, slightly amused by the gesture.

"I mean—yeah. Didn't have another set of dishes, couldn't let ya starve." A small silence fell between you two. It was different than normal, it was almost awkward. You hadn't really thought about it, but you guessed Sniper had really never needed more than one of anything he had. You used your spoon to prod at the concoction, shuffling slightly as neither of you seemed to dare break the silence. Sniper had cleared his throat, grabbing a scoopful himself and sitting across from you. However, he didn't eat, but instead sat it on the ground at his feet as he took a stick, prodding at the open flame, absentmindedly.

"Doesn't it get lonely?" He froze. You stared at him, slightly shocked at how fast the words had left your mouth. They were in the air now and you couldn't take them back. And they stayed, too. Your words came out heavy, soaked in something Sniper hadn't experienced since moving away from his parents; Empathy.

"...'Lonely'?" He repeated back. He scoffed, shaking his head. Him, lonely? I mean, yeah, sure he wouldn't mind having a companion around, but he's always been by himself. Even as a kid, he was an only child. This was new and unfamiliar; This was uncharted territory. You felt you had touched a sore spot, something sensitive about Sniper. You feared you had caused him to retract back into himself, making him regret ever opening up to you at all.

"Yeah, well, I mean—" You started, eyes darting around as you conjured a response. "—Surely it gets a little isolating, doesn't it?"

"That's life, mate. I can't keep people around, considerin' my occupation 'n all."

"Well, what about me? You let me tag along." He sighed, swallowing harshly. You could tell you were beginning to fuel a fire, something that could quickly begin to spread and become untamed. Yet, still, you marched, like a moth to a flame.

"This is my job, you just happen to be apart of it."

"Oh." There was a slight pang in your heart. It hurt, how he was quick to make a statement like that. You stared down, your bowl still full and growing slightly colder by the second. He seemed to know he had said something wrong.

"Listen, uh—"

"I guess I thought we were, I dunno, friends or something." You grinded your teeth together, your jaw clenched tight. You felt naïve, even foolish. Without another word, you dumped your bowl back into the pot, sitting the dirty dishes next to the log you were sat on. You didn't even look at him as you began rolling out your sleeping bag. Sniper was never good with words and now he was stunned, stuck between saying something and saying nothing at all. You folded the top blanket back, as if you were about to crawl in. "I think I'm gonna hit the hay."

"Don't be like that, sheila. I didn't mean it the way I said it," he tried to reason with you. He took a deep breath. The one person that he felt comfortable enough to be around and he had forced them back; Pushed them away just like everyone else. God, couldn't he do one thing right? If not for himself, then at least for you. He hesitated to continue, the look in your eyes sending waves of guilt through him. It was now or never.

"I meant... Look, roo. I've always been like this, by myself. So, when you started stickin' around, it was different. It was change, and Aussies don't like change." You looked at him, quizzically. He sighed, his rough hands grabbing at the bark of the log he sat on.

"You should've just told me you didn't want me around th—"

"That's not what I'm sayin'!" He snapped. Your eyes widened, lips parting to retort, yet you couldn't find anything to say. You were dumbfounded by his outburst. He took his hat off, putting his tinted sunglasses around the brim, and placing it on the ground. He ran both of his hands through his short brunette hair, pulling on it slightly as if to soothe himself. "I don't know how to say it without soundin' pathetic."

"Say what?" You crawled over to him, noticing how his breathing was shallow. You looked up at him, sitting on the ground on all fours. He trembled slightly, his eyes screwed shut as he seemed to be lost in thought. Without a second thought, you reached a hand out, holding his knee and rubbing comforting circles. You had never seen him so distraught before, so wrecked about something. He was Sniper, the one person who was supposed to always have a calm head and a steady hand. Yet, here he was, rattled. You yelped when he whipped his hands to meet your face, both of his calloused palms rested against either side of your skull. With one hand cladded in a fingerless glove, the other one slightly clammy, he gripped you firmly.

"I really like ya, roo. I don't think I could take it if you stopped comin' around. I don't mean to sound like such a drongo when I speak, I just have never... had much to say, or anyone to say it to." His eyes scanned yours. Hardly, did Sniper ever take off his hat and sunglasses. You took the opportunity to flick between his greyed eyes. He was so scruffy for someone who wasn't even thirty. Your slid your hands from his knees, up to his wrists. You took your fingers and wrapped them delicately around his rough skin, careful not to push on the watch on his left wrist.

"I like you too, Mundy. Even when you're whooping my ass in horseshoes." You smiled, gently rubbing your thumb back and forth across his knuckles. He scoffed, a big smile playing across his lips at your remark.

"You're still sore about that?"

"Maybe," you teased. "So, what's that mean for us, now?"

"Well, love, I reckon it means you're stuck with a wanker like me." He pulled you forward, planting a gentle peck atop your forehead. Sniper released you, ruffling your hair as he stood up, pouring water on the fire to put it out and grabbing his personal belongings. "Roll that sleeping bag up, we're sleeping in the camper."

"But, there's only one bed in there?" You mentioned, scrambling to your feet to do as he said.

"I'm aware, darl'."

#is this cheesey?#yeah...#do i care?#no #sniper tf2 x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #sniper tf2 #tf2 sniper #tf2 x reader #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 fandom

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scoutsbabygirl · 6 months

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Are you open to yandere themes for Sniper or Scout but uhmmm uh uh. In reverse. So like, the reader is the one being a creep?

ooooh this is a really unique idea! idk if i really wrote this right as i'm used to writing this the other way around haha. likes are appreciated.

sniper would pick up on your behavior quickly, he already has a heightened sense of...well...everything. nothing is getting past mick especially if you've been hanging around him often. he thinks of himself as a "scary dog" that should be feared by everyone. he's chased off scout, drunk tav and a curious and worried dell about micks' distant isolating behavior. a man of many tales of cannibalism and murder would be a warning to anyone with a brain. these stories interested you more in the bushman which caused you to hang around his van more, inquiring about the decapitated animal heads hanging outside and was given a speech about the details about the rabbits foot hanging above his rifle mount.

likewise, mick would take in interest in you for being brave enough to stand him and not hide and reject (from) him, yet, don't expect him to actively seek you out. if you make an effort to see him then he'll accept you with open arms.

"it's just his culture, he's not a bad person."

"sweetpea, i think he's not good for you. i mean, he's got a deer carcass and he was skinning it last night." you bore your stare into dell's eyes with no emotion on your face. "he's gon' eat it too." he finished then taking another sip of his beer.

if you end up stalking you for some reason be prepared to be shot, physically attacked or both. he thinks you're a spy or possessed and he doesn't take those threats lightly. you'll learn that stalking isn't the easiest thing to do with mick after he wacked you with the butt of his rifle.

if you write notes, he reads them and then had pyro burns them as he thinks it's scout and tav playing some sick love prank on him.

no matter how hard you try and how crazy you become he simply does not care and thinks he's too "scary" to have you have literally any romantic interest in him.

scout would be starstruck. he doesn't have the brain capacity to understand that what you're doing is dangerous. he lets you sleep in his bed, share sodas and he'll buy you flowers. he has no clue he's playing into your sick ideas because he think it's natural and normal.

obviously, he likes you too and with you reciprocating those feelings he's completely forgot about miss pauling. he finds it endearing when you pop out of thin air when he's in the gym then he notices that you never work out and you're just

there.

at first jeremy thinks its a bit odd but chalks it up to you just liking him and wanting to spend time with him.

when little notes filled with lipstick kisses and random sweets start showing up on his bed he gets pissed off at first thinking its one of the other mercs "being gay" and calls everyone into a meeting (and even calls miss pauling into this meeting) to express to everyone how "not gay" he is and tells whoever it is "knock it off or you're gonna regret it." you've never felt as stupid as you did right then and knew you had to up your antics.

little by little you begin to get more touchy with him and he gladly accepts.

he really has no idea how dangerous you are and how he's being manipulated. he's just too stupid and in love to see through you.

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fatfuckingcatstuff · 19 days

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REQUEST: "May I have a Sniper x GN! READER who has ADHD and needs help to relax?

Oh my days I literally finished this request like an hour ago and when I pressed post the fuckin thing dissapeared and I lost all progress.

HIGH STRUNG

SniperTF2 x Hyperactive GN! Reader

Notes: Thank you so much for this request, you are actually my first :) Im not fully educated on adhd and how it affects people so please do correct me if I made any mistakes. Enjoy :)

Genre: Fluff

You're bouncing off the walls, energy levels skyrocketing faster than a rocket jump. Your thoughts are a whirlwind, and they're on the verge of exploding. You absolutely served during today's mission. Getting the most kills and least deaths, the adrenaline stuck to you the whole day. While your teammates were cheering for you, some got just a wee bit concerned about your hyperness.

Sat at the dining table, doodling away into your sketchbook. Sniper passes by from the doorway and takes notice of your behaviour. Rocking back and forth in the chair, biting your nails and just fidgeting in your seat as you scribbled into your book.

Now he's aware of your diagnosis, you trusted him with your whole heart.

"Hey, mate," Sniper says in that smooth accent of his, radiating tranquility.

"Hey Snipes! What's up?" You replied with a smile.

"Couldn't help but notice, you're quite hyper today."

"Ah. So I am." You chuckle, fully realizing the situation.

"Alright come on." , he leads you to your room. Knowing you had kept a box full of fidgets to help in times like this.

He passes you a pop it along with a wriggly rainbow.. slug..? Watching as you sit on your comfy bed, playing with the toys.

After a while he reaches into the box, curious as to what other toys you owned. Pulling out a variety of them ranging from a wacky track to a simple dimple. Which he had absolutely no idea what they were called. He pokes it gently..

Pop!

Oh. Well that was a satisfying sound. He pops the other.

Pop!!

Okay this was kinda fun. He sits next to you playing around with all your fidget toys as you happily showed your favourites. Relishing in the moment with you, he was definetly gonna do this again. And you bet your sweet ass you're going to welcome him to join with open arms.

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