You and Demo were at a mini party after work but your drunk brain decided to take things a little to far...
You and Demo’s relationship was… complicated.
It always consisted of bouncing insults back and forth over the battlefield while trying to get your shot in. You already had to deal with insults from the other team but the friendly fire? New low. You are going to have some of the worst eyebrow wrinkles in the world if this carried on, two lines etched in between your brows.
Not only did this come from the battlefield but carried on into the base and consequently this after work party. You stood there in a decently nice outfit, basic shirt and jeans, the only ones you had that didn't have soot stains or bullet holes.
You held a drink in your hand, slowly nursing it just to get you a little tipsy. Just enough alcohol to give you that nice humming behind your eyes. Enough to make some bad decisions feel a little more reasonable.
Slowly sipping, the familiar sound of heavy boots started to come your way. Familiar, you didn't even need to turn to know exactly who it was.
“Careful with that drink, Ye already look unfortunate sober”
Your eyes roll and you pivot around. You look up leaning your hand against the table, a lazy smile curving slowly into your face.
“Oh? And you look much better?”
He smirked back, waving a bottle around in his hand and spilling some on the ground.
“Aye, that's the tragedy. I still look better then ye”
You furrow your brows, a practiced dance. You bump his arm with your fist and cross them in front of you.
“Ye tryin to start a fight?”
“Nah, I don’t wanna end up like the people who tried raising you. ”
Demo’s grin stayed for just a moment.
Then it disappeared.
He gripped the bottle in his hand harder as his expression changed slowly.
“...What did ye say?”
He steps forward slowly entering your personal space. A chill runs down your spine as you look up.
“I don’t think I heard ye properly… Say it again.”
You lean there, smile still on your face, your drunk confidence is still running through your body, but your brain is slowly starting to put it together. He purses his lips slightly and looks down.
“Right.”
He shakes his hands slightly and it finally clicks. Your body moved before your brain and you made a dash for the exit. Shit shit shit. You shouldn’t have taken it that far.
“Get back here.”
He runs quickly on your tail as everyone starts to realise what happened but did nothing. They all stood there, there was no stopping him once he had started.
You run around the back of the base, chest tightening and legs moving faster than they ever have before. You hear the door slam as he's hot on your heel.
“I told ya to get back here. You wanted a fight, ye got it!”
He throws his bottle and it smashes next to your head, spilling spirit all over you. You carry on running, faster and faster and run back around into the base. Everyone is still sipping their drinks unbothered by the chase. You run up the stairs to the rooms and quickly look for a place to hide. You hear the distant yelling booming from downstairs making your heart beat faster. You cant just stop him and apologise, you fucked up and you fucked up BAD.
You have a moment to breathe before you look down the stairs and see him looking side to side. He’s gripping his sword, his hands almost blue. Fuck.
“Come here and fight me!”
He turns his head and his eyes meet yours.
“Now I got ye.”
You look around and see a broom leaning against a wall and grab it quickly to block the blow he sends your way. He’s slashing and swinging his sword with full force with a blood curdling look on his face.
“Shit. I’m sorry! I am i promise”
You block and dodge his blows like your life depends on it. Your both side-stepping in the hallway blocking blows left and right. He’s on the full offence.
“Oh ye sorry now? Shouldn’t have said it!”
You sigh and keep blocking his blows and he's starting to physically tire out. He grits his teeth and furrows his brow more as he slams his sword down but catches it half way on the hallway wall.
“I promise I am! Just listen!”
You dodge and take a swing as his legs knock him down onto his back. You stand over him pinning the sword back, not giving him the space to swing as your chest heaves.
“I didn’t realise it would hurt that much okay? Now…”
You breathe and wipe sweat from your forehead.
“I didn’t mean it. Like you never mean your insults…”
He stopped. Slowly letting his breath back. Then his expression became unreadable. His whole body paused, still on the ground and trying to get his breath back. The cogs began turning in his head before his mouth opened.
“...Aye”
He gave you a glance up and down with the corner of his mouth slowly curving up
“Ye still fight like a coward though”
Thank fuck.
A/N: WOOOOH this was fun to do. Lil request from a friend but was a fun little fanfic. also my first tf2 fanfic on here! hope yall enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it
May I request demoman with an intense crush on reader 🙏
Demoman x reader (intense crush!!)
Masterlist
I’m going more the he’s so down bad he can’t think route than the obsession route
Also I’ve been so locked out because I’ve been grinding twisted wonderland like no tomorrow but I’m getting back on writing trust </3
• if he was to ever to get this intense crush strangely enough it’s after he gets into a relationship with you!
• yous have been going steady for a while, of course he’s committed to you
• but recentlt he’s been… flustered?
• it all started when he was helping you home from a night of gwtting wasted..you were giggling and clinging onto him but…seeing you in the moonlight looking up at him…
• he feels like a schoolboy figuring out love again-
• he can’t eat without wondering if you’d like it , can’t rest without having you in his arms , can’t breathe without you clouding his vision.
• honestly he’s so embarrassed- unintentionally he begins to pull away from you.
• but hes also beinf more clingy??
• he opens up to engineer about all of this of course, he seems the most sane with these kind of things.
• though he does end up embarrassed when Engineer just laughs in his face telling him he’s got a damn crush on his own partner!
• he can’t even deny it…fucking hell…
• one day you just decide to confront him since you aren’t about this life.
• but when he tells you he’s got a crush on you…you just stare at him and he shouts “I know! I know okay! I’m already with you but..but you don’t understand! The way you talk the way you walk I can’t imagine me life without you!” While blushing madly
• he is able to manage his “little” crush overall but you can tell when it returns because he’s dragging you into bed smiling and giggling about how much he loves you
how about demoman with a blind reader? also love your writin dawg keep it up 🙏
Demoman x blind!reader
Masterlist
Thank youuuu 🤭🤭
Also I hope I wrote this good!!
• he’s been dealing with blind people since forever so he really doesn’t need to ‘adjust’ like a lot of people in that time would
• he saw your face , thought you were hot and just went over
• he does ask how you went blind though, he doesn’t pry for an answer if it is a sensitive topic but in case it was a natural condition he just wants to know because he’s already planning little ways he can help you in case you get other things like headaches with the condition
• of course it’s a damn couple decades ago and he knows the world isn’t the kindest yet. He does all he can to help in general ways too
• one of his favourite things to do is describe the world to you. He loves to take you out to place where the air is crisp, the sun warm and all is well. He loves to tell you all the things around and always ends up describing how beautiful you look (you can take poetic demoman out my cold dead hands.)
• one thing he thought of for a date is taking you wine testing (bar hopping) so you can find your favourite alcoholic, since you can’t y’know see the drinks he wants to memorise what your favourites are in case you forget. Also it’s fun because he’s totally given you a striaght vodka shot telling you it was just a fruity cocktail (he got smacked after)
• he tells you after a while that he’s lost his eye! Then he has to uh..get into why which was weird
• when he takes you to meet his mother she immediately approves of you. Unless the very rare circumstance you lost your eyes through explosions in which she’d give you the highest respect she still deeply respects you. She bollocks Demoman for finding another person clearly working harder than he is since he can still see
• when he shows you to his team (because of course he does) he held up a paper sign with ‘thinking of proposing one day. Yay or nay?’
• he knew early on (I believe he has good intuition for any relationship) that you were the one for him honestly
I still can't get over how much serotonin that fic brings me- which is why I'd like to request a part 2 if that's alright!
This time, may I have the defence class comforting a reader who's always helping out and is afraid of being too overbearing?
Please take your time with this one and only work on it if you're in the mood to do so! Thank you in advance! And thank you once again for being so sweet and kind, I can't appreciate you enough!!
“Aye, laddie! Jus’ anotha’ drink!” Demo beckoned, raising and dropping the beer bottle in his hand. His lips were slurred, glossed with liquor as he swayed in his seat... you winced, as if he would fall right out of his chair like some toddler.
You were starting to worry with how much the Scotsman was drinking… sure, he drank a lot, but never this much in a row.
The team suffered a horrendous loss just a few hours ago, with broken morales and a desolate aura that was an unforgiving buzzkill. Demo handled it the best way he could, and that involved drinking. Copious amounts of drinking.
You frowned as the man offered up a bottle to you, your hand lifted and rested on his enclosed knuckle. And as you turned down the drink, your hand slipped where his once held the glass; taking it from him. "Demo, I think you should stop for tonight," you began, standing from your seat before approaching the sink in the rec room. And with a slurred singing coming from behind you, your shoulders faltered, worry washing over you. Why now? When all the other nights when he drank himself numb, why was tonight so different?
Even though Demo was drunk enough to kill a horse, he still noticed your halted movements—a glass lay idle in your still hand—hunched over the sink. "Aye—uh... you alright there, Y/n?" He asked, tripping over his own foot before catching himself briefly as he stood. You huffed a smile, but couldn't quite tell if it was forced or not.
"I'm alright, don't worry about me," you said, trying your best to dismiss the question as you moved over to the team's shared cabinets... you swiftly took a cup and started to fill it with water. The Scotsman hummed a low rumble, lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed... he was far from convinced.
As you filled the cup up, you turned around and handed the cup to him, droplets of water hanging on the walls of the drink. “Drink up, I'll get some ibuprofen for your head.” You huffed, smiling before trying to slip away to grab the reliever. As you reached up to the cabinet you went to grab the container, but Demo had beat you to it. You looked up at him, eyebrow furrowed. The Scotsman had gently pressed his hand into your shoulder, eyebrows furrowed to show a sort of worry.
“Laddie… I may be.. drunk, but I’m not blind.” He began, voice slurred with a slowness… yet concern lying deep within his voice. You bit your lip, trying to ignore the burn in your throat and the racing of your heart… he knew and saw right through you. You open your mouth for a moment, giving up before sighing… you leaned against the counter as Demo gently let his hand fall off your shoulder.
“You know I’m always making sure you’re doing alright, yeah?” You asked, shuffling your feet as Demo nodded, promptly ignoring the glass of water in his hand. You took that as your cue to continue. “Am I ever… too much? Like when I was pressing you to drink water; put down the drinks… is that bothersome?” The longer you talked the more Demo seemed to frown, and whenever he was upset, it was evident. Your brought your gaze upward, meeting his as he put the glass down… but with his drunken misstep, it had nearly dropped. You launched quickly over to push it back, water dousing your hand as you huffed. Demo took advantage of your hunched form as he linked his arm with yours, holding you side-by-side with his hand on your waist.
“Nae, laddie. If you were—hic—bothersome, I’d’ve told ye to sod off ages ago!" Impossibly, his accent got thicker the more he drank. You huffed, rubbing your arm as Demo looked back down at you after his run off. "Surely that’s not what’s got ye' all wound up, aye?"
Your breath lifted, your lips parted, but just when it was your cue to speak, your voice left you betrayed with silence. Demo grumbled. "It was a stupid question, don't worry about it." You tried to laugh it off, but Demo grumbled again in protest, his hand slipping from your waist to plant itself on your shoulder... whether for balance or comfort, the line blurred.
"Laddie, it's me job to worry! We're best mates, I’d be eh' downright bastard if I didn’t, aye?" He flashed you a smile, to which you warmly reciprocated. He squeezed your shoulder, to which you realized it was out of comfort now... your heart warmed. "Nothin' could chase ye off from me, mate. Ye know that." His voice was uncharacteristically soft, but was far from feigned.
You kicked your shoe into the ground shyly, a smile on your lips that no longer felt forced... to which the Demoman took his cue to lift the glass of water from the table beside them. "I like ye enough ta' drink yer cursed water... damn near poison, that." The Scotsman took a long swig, his nose scrunching as if he had taken a shot like any other man. You chuckled.
"Just need you to rest, is all. I know what water does to your damn liver at this point." You joked as Demo swung an arm over your shoulder, pulling you snug against him.
"Ehh, water is for the weak, I say!" Demo waved a hand dismissively, tossing the empty cup to the side like it personally offended him. "Give me a dram o’ somethin’ that’ll melt yer damn teeth, that’s what I need. Water’s for cows an’ bathin', and I don’t fancy doin either unless I’m forced! Next thing ye’ll have me eatin’ salad, wearin’ sunscreen, and sleepin’ eight hours like some posh wee prince. Pfft! Not bloody likely!”
He hiccupped after his incomprehensible, Scottish rambling... but despite it all, he was sober enough to say: "Still. I thanks'ye, mate."
.✦ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 ⸝⸝
The day was long; the arms of the clock rolled slow; the sun setting at a fatigued pace… slow enough that the brutal loss they had suffered just hours ago could hang in the air bitterly.
Dinner was quiet. Some were present, some were not... Sniper walked in late and left just as quickly. But as everyone eventually bid good night, you had noticed the Russian had not arrived at all. You had offered beforehand—to Medic—to check on Heavy and insist on him at least eating a little bit... but to no avail, despite their comradery.
A frown laid on your lips, everyone noticed it. The team's heart and soul was worried. Medic laid a hand on their shoulder, smiling small. "He'll eat, mein freund. He's as big as he is stubborn." He guffawed, but it was short-lived as the German rolled out of the room just as everyone else did... leaving you to your lonesome.
You tapped your foot, biting your lip—staring at the clock now. The least you could do was make him a sandwich.
And so you did.
You were stood right outside of Heavy's quarters, your hands wrapped around the plate as you lifted a hand, knocking against the wood as you awaited an answer. Nothing.
You were nervous. You and Heavy were pretty close, and some would go as far to say more than the bond him and the Medic shared... which was why you were so nervous.
Heavy was a relatively quiet man, and when he spoke, his words were short and chosen. He was smart beyond belief, his knowledge of Russian literature was not left unseen amongst the times spent together.
A deep sigh left your lips, kneeling down just outside his door to leave the plate for him to find on his own. But just as you leaned up, the door clicked and you looked up just as quickly.
Heavy looked down at you, his brows slightly furrowed, but his gaze softened when he realized it was you. "Y/n, it is late." His baritone voice was low and thick with fatigue—it was obvious he took a big hit from the loss as well.
You gulped, nodding. "Yeah. I just noticed that you weren't at dinner, so I decided to make you a sandwich." Heavy's silence worried you as anxiety buried in your throat. "If you wanted it. I mean- I was just waiting at dinner... so I thought I'd just bring it to you."
Heavy huffed, a smile so small you had hardly caught it. "Come in." He invited, and you meekly walked in after kneeling down to grab his food. The Russian scooped the sandwich from the plate as you slid past him, earning a chuckle from you. "Did not have to. Wasn't hungry, but appreciative." Heavy lied through his teeth, but you shrugged, smiling nervously as you stood awkwardly in his room. Something was on your mind, he could tell... he was a good people-reader.
"Wasn't much... just wanted to make sure you ate. We didn't see you a lot today." You noticed. Oh, how you always noticed. Heavy shifted on his feet, his gaze quick to move from the table beside his bed to you. You followed his, and saw that Sasha was laid bare on the coffee table... parts scattered for cleaning and repair. She was the one who took the hit. "Oh." Heavy nodded.
"She is good gun... but took many hits today." He spoke as if he mourned, even if she glistened in all her glory despite the scarring. "Sasha will be good tomorrow." He walked towards the gun as his large hand ran over the steel barrels that formed a pristine circle. You couldn't help but admire it yourself. "Something is wrong with Y/n, today. Battle hurt Y/n, too. I know."
You felt your throat tighten, jaw clenched as you shyly looked away. "No, nothing like that. You guys took the hit, I was..." you hesitated, "I'm just helping where I can, you know?" You flashed him a quick smile, though your eyes were devoid of light.
"I know." Heavy hummed lowly, his hand falling from the gun before he placed his hands on his hips like a stern mother. "Talk to Heavy. Good listener." The man sat on the end of his bed, patting beside him before he crossed his arms across his chest. You reluctantly sat beside him, hardly causing a dent compared to how much Heavy sunk the bed.
You fumbled with your hands. "I, er..." you stumbled, Heavy patiently waited for you. "I have had a question for a while, I guess." Heavy nodded as you continued, his gaze strong but comforting as he paid attention. You lifted your gaze to find his, and he smiled faintly, nodding.
You sighed before looking back down at your feet. "I've kinda worried about being too much." Heavy made a confused noise, you chuckled. "Like... me pestering everyone about making sure they ate; making sure they're hydrated and getting enough sleep. And when I didn't see you today, I—" you felt your voice get wobbly. You were tired.
"Y/n is very kind person." He began, budging in as you looked away, the burn in your throat too heavy to speak right now. The Russian continued. "You have big heart, you care more than Doktor." He gently jabbed, a low rumble of a chuckle deep in his chest as you huffed with a small smile. "Y/n matters too. Big man can take care of big heart. It's what friends do."
Your silence was not out of choice, but rather to keep your tears at bay and cries quiet. It hurt, to suppress it so much... to press it down at the expense of taking care of every one else... no matter how much you cared for every single on them. You couldn't hold it together tonight, not right now.
You slowly leaned over and rested your head on Heavy's shoulder, sniffling as the man wrapped an arm around you—pulling you close.
He let you cry for a little while, his hand gently rubbing your arm as you sniffled. "You do not pester. Archimedes pesters." He grumbled, you chuckled. "Dove do not know boundaries. Archimedes was in chest during surgery, do not like him." Though he wore a frown, he joked around to make you smile again. He missed it.
You began to ease up... your shoulders relaxed, and your cheeks started to dry. The weight pressing on your chest didn’t vanish, but it felt more manageable. You were starting to feel alright again.
You leaned up slightly, though you and Heavy were still hip-to-hip thanks to the dip in the mattress beneath his weight—he really was a big bear of a man. He looked down at you as his arm gently retracted, giving you space the only way he could.
"You get rest," he said warmly, voice like a blanket. "Heavy is okay."
Whether it was the comfort, the crying, or simply how late the night had gotten, exhaustion crept in. You rubbed your eyes. "I fix Sasha. Y/n goes to bed."
And as Heavy gently pieced Sasha back together—each motion practiced, reverent—it made your eyes grow heavy too. The night was soft and still, wrapped in quiet understanding. The connection between you felt stronger now, your heart just a little lighter.
.✦ 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐑 ⸝⸝
The creak of a wrench rang through the workroom, along with the occasional clink of a bolt. Your eyes glanced over at the clock just above Engie's door, reading: 8:30 PM. You frowned, standing from your slumped position on his chair as you sat beside Engineer on the floor... the Texan looked up, the dispenser raised by large hooks of leather... the man lay on a creeper seat as he tinkered. He sent a quick smile before continuing to work. "What's up, sugarbug? Haven't you eaten dinner yet?" He chimed, his voice unwavering despite the obvious grumble of his stomach. The cups of coffee that climbed his desk as evidence enough that he had not eaten today.
"Dinner finished an hour or so ago... did you eat? I can get you food," you asked nicely, your head resting on your arms... which were laid on top of your knees. "I know you've been working hard today, you should get some rest." You asked, the Texan chuckling warmly.
"You should get some rest," he replied, rolling himself from under the dispenser. Engie grabbed the rag that was previously clipped to his overalls; he wiped his hands. "You don't have to worry about me, darl'." The southern man spoke softly before standing up, kicking the creeper seat away as he lowered the dispenser from its raised position. You frowned.
"You really should... I know you're used to staying up late, but I'd hate for you to not be able to work tomorrow... or just be tired." You had wished for the man to pause his work, but with his stubborn analysis of the dispenser, it was evident that he wasn't going to. You frowned as he began observing his clipboard.
"I'm used to all-nighters... get some rest." Engineer was quick to shut down your offer. He didn't mean for it to sound necessarily dismissive or rude... but he was so wrapped up in improving his work that his tone and rest was the least of his worries.
You let out a sigh, rubbing your eyes.
Engineer loosened up, his shoulders falling as his hand rested on his hip, a clipboard slid under his other arm. Engineer was biting his lip now, the unrelenting grumble of his stomach alarming the both of you. You snickered. The man looked at you. "Alright, alright. Who cooked tonight?" He asked, setting his once-held clipboard down as he leaned against his desk... his arms crossed as you beamed in your success.
"Scout cooked," you announced, watching as the man slumped in his stood position... wincing. "You won't believe what he made." You stood up, wiping down your pants as you suppressed a snicker at Engineer's dismay.
"Don't tell me it's his ma's 'secret' recipe?" Which consisted of garlic toast that he calls: Garlic Toast Bombs. They were buttery bread rolls filled with melty cheese, roasted garlic, and herbs, with the vision of pull-apart bread, but more often than not failed with a rip of cheese.
Scout always tries to make them the exact same but burns at least one every time, and when it's his turn to cook for the team, it was more often than not this specific dinner incessantly.
You nodded, your smile softening once Engineer leaned off the table and wiped his hands on his overalls. Once he neared closer to you, his hand lifted to squeeze your shoulder in a silent conclusion, before retreating.
The footfalls of his boots alarmed your uprise in worry, a sudden weight on your chest that was now heavy with guilt... never foreign to you. You swallowed hard, your gaze burning into his back as your body felt like reaching, fighting between calling after him or letting him walk away. You chose the former.
"Engi?" You called out, your voice wavering and unsure. The man turned to face you head first, his body soon following after to face you properly. You felt like you were suddenly put under spotlights.
"Yeah, sugarbug?" Engineer's voice was soft as if his words cradled you alone, the comfort would have felt nice if there wasn't a rise of guilt in your throat. You gulped, pushing it away.
"Can I ask you something?" This caught his attention, the attentive man he always was, noticed something off. His shoulders tensed slightly, alongside yours, his arms now crossed around his chest like a father. And to some extent, he was.
His silence aided you as a sign of permission to lead with your question, but the drawn quietness alerted Engineer nonetheless. "Y/n?"
"Do you find me annoying sometimes?" It tumbled out of your lips without permission, your heart picking up pace as if you were slowly realizing what it was you asked. You felt your cheeks grow hot, and your gaze evaded him with a quick shyness. Engineer's shoulders relaxed, while yours did nothing but tightened and raise. The man's lips pulled into a smile, tilting his head as he looked down at you... not with dismissal, but rather warmth.
You heard him approach you, to which you raised your head, lips parting to speak. "I'm sorry, I didn't- that was a weird question." Your words were on autopilot again, but Engineer wouldn't have it.
"Now, why would I think you’re annoyin’? If I did, I sure as hell wouldn’t be wantin’ you in my workshop every day, would I?" A laugh bubbled from him, warm and familiar as his hands wrapped around your shoulders. You felt a warm wetness flood your gaze before tears began to break down your cheeks. Engineer chuckled. "C'mere, sweet thing."
His arms found you immediately, to which you sank into his hold... arms wrapped around him with a comforting familiarity. You heart began to ease, but your tears did nothing but fall. You silently sniffled in his work clothes, his hand rubbing your back as he rested his chin on top of your head. The silent comfort of the two of you holding one another, worries slowly fading away as you felt your chest rise and fall, allowed the dreadful weight to dissipate.
Time passed, as it always did, and even then you wished it wouldn't. However, you were the first to tear away from the hug, your hand wiping your eyes as Engineer kept you close. His hand rubbed your arm, but he gave you your space. "Feelin' better?" Engineer hummed, voice soft as you nodded. "Now, what went and got you askin' that?" To which you chuckled.
"I always bug you about dinner and stuff, so I thought..." you began, choosing your words carefully, but Engineer already had the idea. "I thought maybe you were annoyed by me at that point. I didn't mean to push too hard." The southern man shook his head.
"Ain't no such thing." He hummed, his hands falling from you as you began to come back down. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, but he kept his gaze on you. "If it weren't for you, think Medic would have a hay-day with me, don'tcha' think?" You laughed.
"Yeah, he would." Finally, you began smiling again. Engineer smiled in return, his hand found your back as he patted.
"Let's get some dinner." Engineer hummed as the two of you walked together, the halls quiet except from your shared company, chatter lifted and easy.
Engineer cared, he always would. After all, you were family.
Out of all the Mercs, who's most likely to NOT take an (Overly) Psychoanalyzing reader? (As in they psychoanalyze shit like its the air they breath)
Gonna be completely honest here, I don't think any of them would. Some would and could until a certain point, but if the reader is doing it all the time? Then no. But for this post I put down who would.
The most accepting are: Medic and Demoman.
Look, Medic loves someone who analyzes things, but even he has a breaking point. If that's all they do or talk about then he'll quickly lose his patience, so try to talk and do something else.
When Demoman is sober he could not handle you, does it much better when drunk though. Often enough he'll do the same thing during late night conversations.
Request: Hello! I was wondering if I could request Demoman with someone who speaks Scots Gaelic. I have been learning Scots Gaelic for quite a while and I've always been interested to see Demo with someone who speaks this ancient language that happens to be my mother's language besides English. Thank you and remember to take breaks when needed!
Requested by: 🐛✏️ anon
I feel like he would also know Scottish Gaelic, although he’s not completely fluent due to learning it later in life and being constantly drunk but he’s likely better than you are.
He loves that someone else knows it even if you aren’t fluent, he’s more than willing to teach you.
If you can hold conversations in it he is ecstatic, loves gossiping in Gaelic while the others can’t understand anything. Not that either of you would tell them.
His mum probably knows it as well, that's where he mainly learnt it from. You were already a good match for Tavish, and you’ve just become better in her eyes. You won’t hear anything against you from her.
Despite most holding the opinion that Tavish is some senseless, moronic drunk. He is truly one of the most intelligent men you know, and it shows not only with how he makes his explosives, but with every conversation the two of you hold.
He keeps track of almost every single like and dislike of yours, he even has a list. Granted he doesn’t tell you about said list— but he’s never been all that good at keeping secrets in the first place.
But remaining on that last point, he keeps note of your favorite treats, what perfume/cologne/body spray you use, your favorite ways to wind down, and so on. You can often expect him to leave you a small treat around your shared living space, regardless of whether or not you actually need said treat— But hey, at least your snack drawer will never be empty.
One of his biggest love languages is quality time, regardless of whether the two of you are doing something together like watching a movie, cuddling, or taking a nap. Or, even just doing your own separate things in the same room. He just loves basking in your presence, and admiring you all the while.
Another love language of his that I feel goes without saying-- is physical touch, depending on his mood and energy level, that can range from picking you up and spinning you around for a big smooch. To just peppering your face with sweet kisses and snuggling up on the couch. But if you aren't one for touch, he will wholeheartedly respect that, and keep his need for physical affection in small doses if that is something you are willing to work with him on.
He just truly, deeply admires and respects you in every way. He is deeply attracted to intelligence, integrity, and confidence— all things you exhibit- and his attraction to you has only enhanced the more he’s seen about you, both your flaws and perfections.
He is an incredibly emotionally-intelligent individual, on top of his general intelligence. Even if you two end up in some sort of argument, he is fully capable and willing to hear out your side, and come to a healthy compromise.
He is truly the king of keeping healthy communication and boundaries, and it shows- and of course, like any person he will slip up, but he is more than willing to fight for you, and your relationship.
He has the comfiest bed out of all the mercs, like dude, you rarely use it to actually sleep, so why did you spend all this money on it??
Buys the best silk sheets and pillowcases., absolute top of the line ones. (Has multiple bonnets hanning on the bedposts, switching each night.)
Always has at least three blankets thrown on top, the heat will never stop him from laying underneath them all. (Guaranteed to end up on the ground during the night.)
During the night his movements have only two options:
Either he is constantly moving, going starfish and smacking you in the face multiple times. (100% snores as well, you better hope you're a deep sleeper because he is.)
Or if he’s a bit more sober or right after battle, still as a log, might as well be dead. He’ll make one or two movements otherwise he doesn’t really move.
Even during the day he’s generally a cuddler, loves being the big spoon, rarely fighting you on being the small spoon.
This man could also be found passed out practically anywhere around the base, you really question why he put so much money into his room if he doesn’t use it.
So so clingy when he’s waking up, once he grabs you he won't let go until he’s fully conscious. (Or as close as he can get)
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Will never stick to just the bedroom, if you’re down, he’s more than willing to do it practically anywhere.
He mostly grunts and taunts you, but is never quiet about it. Very quickly everyone knows and they learn to leave.
Speaking of, does not shut up when you two fuck.
Definitely into pet names, his go to are: little one/thing, lad/lass and lamb.
Degrades you most of the time, he never actually means it, but it just comes naturally and in the heat of the moment.
I just feel like he’s an ass man, with thighs as a close second. Loves squeezing them whenever and wherever he can reach. (Constantly leaving handprints and bite marks all over them.)
Totally into dry humping (Also frotting), he starts doing it so much, especially when you two are just relaxing together.
Tit/chest fucking, I will not elaborate.
Adores just going down / sucking you off, absolutely can not get enough of you.
If he ever says no to you sucking him off, shoot him.
