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A/N: Hi Tumblr, I forgot I had this blog for the 16th time and then randomly remembered for the 17th time
Sniper TF2 Smut
Gender Neutral Reader
Oral sex only (reader giving)
Sniper is touch-starved and both of you are extremely over-worked
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"Hey, babe!" I announce as I enter our bedroom. Mick flinches and sits up, pulling his shirt down and his pants back up. I backpedal, a little surprised. "Oh, am I interrupting?"
"Thought you'd be back later," he huffs. His face is red, and he fails to look at me. A smirk crawls on my face.
"I wanted to surprise you, and I guess I did." He still doesn't look at me, his body twisted awkwardly to cover up. When I climb onto the bed, he backs away nervously. We haven't gone that far yet, mostly just Miss Pauling ruining the mood when she calls one of us into work. Might as well make the most of our time while we have it. Mick's erection is apparent when I draw near. "Loosen up a little," I urge. "It's been a day, hasn't it?"
He scoffs. "I froze my arse off for six hours in a fuckin' tree to get a bloody shot."
"I figured..." My shirt swiftly comes off, my belt unbuckled and my pants zipper down. "You need help warming up?" His confidence seems to boost upon witnessing my haste. Mick grabs my neck and pushes me down onto the bed. I moan as he makes out with me and grinds against me. His hand is on my chest, a finger circling around my nipple. My tongue is in his mouth with one hand in his hair and the other on the band of his boxers. I pull on his bottom lip as we separate. The bed creaks as I roll us both over. "Take a load off, m'kay?"
He's as excited as I am when I pull his pants off and drop them off on the floor. Hot and bothered, he shifts when I brush my hand against his skin. The tip is wet with pre-cum that drips down as a minor lubricant. The head of his penis is revealed when I stroke downward. I don't waste time, pooling spit in my mouth before taking him in. He sighs and puts his hand on the back of my head, fingers in my hair. I gag when I take him all the way in initially, coming back up and licking from base to tip. My tongue swirls the tip, warm heaving wafting steam onto his skin.
Mick groans, giving a weak chuckle. "Oh, Luv..." I become obnoxious, sucking loudly as I take more of him on. When I look up, his hand covers his eyes. Fingers curl when I vacuum the air from my mouth on his tip once again. "Fuck..."
"You enjoying yourself?" He nods silently, still not looking at me. "I didn't hear you, Mick. Are you?" The friction from my hand makes his cock twitch. He whispers. I speed up. "One more time?"
"Yes, crickey," he whines. "Don't fuckin' stop." Hearing him beg is everything. It's not everyday he's so vulnerable and trusting with me, and something about him stuttering and stumbling over his words I can't explain. Temperatures rise when he moans my name, pleading that I suck harder. His back arches when I groan. Grabbing his thighs, I push them up and lock my hands in the folds of his knees. Vibrations fill his body, and I think he's on the verge. A hand finds itself on the back of my head, and I'm pushed down onto his body.
Warmth spreads across my tongue and touches the back of my throat. Mick sighs and unravels, whimpering intermittently between rasps. I pull off of him slowly and pop my lips at the tip. Spitting the semen back onto his cock, I jerk him off slowly and lean over him. "How're ya doing, big guy?" He twitches as more cum speckles his stomach from my gentle stimulation. I place my lips on his for a moment and straighten out his hair with my other hand. "I'm assuming pretty good?"
"Thank you, Luv," he breathlessly chuckles. I lay down next to him and kiss his jaw and nip on his collarbone. "Fuck, you're bloody good."
"Aw, thanks, babe," I smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." I straddle his lap as we sit up. "We... We have the time..."
The landline on the nightstand rings, and I sigh as I drop my head over his shoulder. Or not. He scooches us over. "Sorry," he apologizes before answering. I continue to kiss his neck and gently grind on his lap as he talks. What the conversation is about is irrelevant, I could not care less. He seethes frustration after setting the phone down on the receiver. "Work."
"What else?" I gripe, pouting. "The one time we finally go the mile and you have to leave?"
"It'll be quick. I'll make sure of it." I get off of him and sit on the edge of the bed as he collects his clothes. "It's nearby, so I'll be back 'ome in a bit." He grabs my chin and places his tip on my lips. "Better clean up before I go." I open my mouth, both of his hands on my head, and gagging as he fucks me in the mouth. He pulls out so suddenly, smug in the face.
"Wait--"
"Keep the bed warm, ey?" He redresses and slings his rifle over his shoulder. When Mick looks back at me from the door, he points to the corner of his lip. "You've got something."
I wipe the spit from the side of my mouth. "If you're not back by two, I'm going to bed and not waking up for you."
A/N: The one in which I’m dumb and this is the only title I thought this would be good for
Medic TF2 Smut
She/her pronouns
Female body parts
Loose praise kink
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I can't take it anymore. The Administrator isn't the best boss in the world, sure, but it wouldn't kill her to keep her mouth shut if she had nothing nice to say.
Sniper and I absolutely bombed our contract the other day, and we let the target slip out of our hands. I took the fall for it because it ultimately was my fault, but... Ugh. I don't even want to remember what she said. She had a low voice filled with disappointment and malice. That's all I remember. It felt so crappy, like my mother scolding me, but worse. She implied that I'm on the verge of getting fired the same way I was for tears. When Sniper asked me if I was okay after we got chewed out, I lied.
I've been dropping the ball lately, and I don't know why. It's not like I'm trying to mess things up on purpose, but work's been really difficult for the past few weeks after my star sibling little sister got married so I've just been passing my work off to the others so I don't get any more on Helen's bad side.
Tonight is a Saturday, and the guys go drinking on Saturdays. I'm sitting this one out. I need some time to myself. Everyone's nice, but it's like they don't know when to stop being nice. Little chitters of "aw, it's okay" or "that's just how Helen is" like please shut the fuck up. In the nicest way possible. The wedding was absolutely abhorrent with family members asking me if I have a partner or am thinking about settling down myself. Not really, Aunt Judith, just trying to pay my bills at the moment, so you better watch it before your dead body makes my paycheck. Considering if I can get my shit together long enough to pull the trigger. And my sister just giving me flack the entire night... Even during her speech at the reception? "Let's not forget how my darling older sibling and I are always competing. Guess I sweep the competition this time through and through!" Yeah, laugh it up, Mom and Dad. As soon as I got on the plane to visit, I knew I should've asked one of the guys to play along for the sake of getting family off my back. They don't know me like that, though, and I wouldn't want to put them in that spot. Of course, Engie would be the only one up to that, but I also would just die on the spot if he accidentally revealed we killed people for a living. He is simultaneously the most and least normal of the bunch.
My room is pretty barren compared to Scout's since he's the one who's gotten the most comfortable. Sniper lives out of a van, and I don't think I've seen anyone else's room so far. Speaking of, I can hear the Bostonian down the hall rounding up Soldier and Spy before they head out. I refrain from moving from my spot on the bed. If I don't move an inch, it's like I'm not real.
They keep talking and talking and a fly buzzes around my room. It sits on my ceiling light, and when I blink, the illumination stains my eyelids. My leg hangs off the foot of the bed and my arms point with my hands behind my head as I lay on my back. I'd've turned on the record player, but I don't want to give away the fact I'm here. Eventually, I roll onto my side and move further up the bed, pulling my pillow beneath my head. It sounds like they're finally leaving, voices quieting and moving further away. A sigh flows out of my mouth.
Finally.
I get up and put my ear to the wooden door. Only Scout's boisterous personality comes through. He's far. I open my door to look down the hall, smacking my face into someone's chest instead. I bounce back, looking up and meeting our esteemed healer's eyes. Medic gently smiles at me with lowered brows, dressed more actually without the lab coat and gloves. "Going somewhere?" My eyes shoot off to my dresser at the side of my room instead as an answer. "Or rather, staying here?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Why aren't you going to go with everyone else?"
"Why aren't you?"
I look him up and down, leaning against my door with a scowl. Questions. They ask too many questions. His fingers intertwine with each other at his stomach as his smile lessens. "Well, men talk. I wanted to check on you." His body leans as his eyes peer past me. "May I come in?"
Do I have a choice? He steps into my somewhat desolate room when I move over. Medic stands next to my bed as I close the door behind him. We stare at each for a second as I roll my eyes. "So?"
"Is something the matter?" His german lisp is ever-present. "You've barely come by to see me this week."
"I just haven't been in the mood for science projects."
"But you love science projects."
"Don't tell me what I like," I snap at him, lowering my eyes and crossing my arms. His eyes get wide, and I sigh with a head shake. "I'm-- I'm sorry. I just--"
"It's been this way since you visited family. Are they the issue?" Even though we've known each other for a couple of months, Medic just got me. He knows how I like my coffee, my specialty cocktail, and how I cheat at poker every single time but doesn't say a word to get under Soldier's skin. He knows it all. I know his favorite color is eggshell white because bones aren't a pure color, his lips go bird beaked when he lies, and he always- always without fail- forgets that he has a pen on his ear and gets another one when he fails to notice where he put the first one. We just kind of work that way, and everyone had to learn to accept it.
But I wish he couldn't read my mind right now. Being alone in my feelings felt cozy, and now it's being invaded by a well-meaning friend since I'm not ready to talk about it yet. My silence isn't enough of an answer for him as he prods. "If I had to guess, it had something to do with that sister you have some disdain for. You never really spoke too highly of her if I remember correctly."
"Uh, yeah," I hesitantly confirm. He waits for me to elaborate. "She's always been the 'good' sibling. The one who always achieves and pleases our parents. And I was always me."
"That's all you can be."
"Not really. I wasn't her. Or rather, she wasn't me. And that's what my parents are looking for. She didn't turn into me."
He digests. "So you're the older one."
"Yeah. By a measurable amount of years. Like enough to where my parents are effortlessly disappointed that I haven't hit the milestones that my sister's already hit. Like getting into college or getting a degree or getting a fucking career or--"
"Would you consider this a career?" I shake my head. "Whether or not you like it, you're stuck with us for a long while."
"Figured. But, you know, it wouldn't kill my parents to just throw me a bone every once in a while. People did it in school, too. It was always my sister first, and then me. Sports, grades, looks. She was popular and I wasn't as much as her. I was known as her sister, I lived in her shadow." I see my shoulder in my mirror on my closet door, and I side step until I can't anymore. "That's why I don't tell any of you about her. It's just a reminder that I'm the lesser one."
"What if she's compensating for something?" He proposes, taking an impromptu seat on the edge of my bed. "All of that sounds like she may be trying too hard and it's not an effortless progression through life."
I never really thought of it like that. Her new husband seems kinda dickish, but he's a lawyer so it just kinda made sense for him to be a hardass. "Still, I'd appreciate not being used as an example of a failure."
"I promise you, mien freund, that you're in no way a failure. You're great just the way you are." My face warms up and I hold back a grin. Despite what I want, it's always uncomfortable when someone compliments me. Sure, it feels good, but it gives me butterflies in my stomach and I can't quite decipher why. Esepecially when Medic tells me nice things during our science projects. Science has always been something I'm interested in, so to be recognized for something I enjoy? He chuckles. "Why do you always do that?"
"Do what?" I quickly question, bringing my eyes to his and fiddling with the collar of my crew neck shirt.
"You always blush when I commend you."
I cover my cheeks with my hands. "I- I guess I'm not so used to it from others."
"Yes, but the Engineer does it just the same and you're not flustered. Well, not as flustered as you are now."
"That's different," I chirp. "It's different when he- When he does it." It really isn't. I'm just not into Engie like that. Medic stands and puts his hands on my shoulders.
"Just remember that I admire your tenacity." He puts his thumb on my chin and tilts my head up with one of his smug little smirks. "You're a good girl, you know." My body shivers and I swallow hard. Medic gently guides me to my bed, sitting me down to then pushing me to lie down. It was almost as if those words paralyzed me. An instant knockout.
"S-Sss..." I mutter shakily. "Say it again."
"Mmm?"
"Say it again, please."
"That you're a good girl?" I close my eyes and cover my mouth. Oh jeez, I didn't think it was that simple. I didn't think I was that simple.
We're going to do a different science project than usual.
I reach to fiddle with my pants, but Medic takes care of it for me as I bite down on my index fingernail. He pulls my panties down, pushing my legs up to get a good look at me. He pulls the skin at the base of my thighs apart. Do I look normal down there? Maybe but... Everyone expects something else. What if my hair growth isn't up to his standard? Is this a normal thing to think about right now? His finger brushes against my clit and I twitch without the warning. Now his thumb, pressing down and making slow, deep circles. The bed sheets aren't thick enough to prevent my fingernails from digging into the palm of my hand as I make a fist. I hold my breath and tense up in my stomach, curling my toes and feeling Medic push my knees apart. "Take a deep breath," he reminds. I sigh deeply and fail to stop the moan that I let out. He quickens the circles. "Yes, very nice."
"Fuck," I gasp, putting a hand over my mouth again. The German steps back and undresses completely, rubbing his tip against my entrance while continuing to stimulate me. He chuckles.
"The face you're making right now is adorable." My middle finger slips between my lips and my teeth clamp down on it. His hands grab my wrists, carefully planting them above my head. His penis pushes further against my labia as his lips connect with me. My slick runs against him as he grinds, lubricating him as his tongue enters my mouth. I groan as he rocks my body, releasing verbal satisfaction when our lips part for air. "Good girl. Wunderbar." He kisses my chin before sucking on the skin on my collarbone.
"Doctor," I pant, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Please, put it inside."
He complies, taking his hands from my wrist and running them over my sensitive nipples, down my body, and resting on my hips. The head of his penis pokes into me, and I brace myself for the discomfort following. He stops halfway. "Breathe." I sigh and take a few deep breaths as I was holding it in until he was done. The tip runs over my g-spot and I shiver. It was just a split second of a sensation, but it was enthralling. I want more of it. "You took that very well," he notes. His thumb circles my clit and a yip escapes me as he completely smashes his hips into me.
"Fuck!"
"Oh... Liebe," he dreamily exhales. "You feel so..." I can't help but get flustered. His eyes are closed as he marvels within me, rubbing my thighs before squeezing my fat. "Just look at you." The smile on his lips is like a reward with the small window showing his perfect teeth. His pupils peek behind his eyelashes at me, noticing me watching him.
"So...?"
Medic's smile turns mischievous. His hips slam into me again. And again.
I yell out all and any profanity that comes to mind, moaning as loud as my lungs will let me as the Doctor fucks me better than I ever could've imagined. The bed creaks with his movements, my hands firmly gripping the edge of the bed to keep me in place. "You're so warm, and wet," he whispers into my ear. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck instead as he climbs onto the bed with me and continues pounding. "I've never felt anyone like this. You're the best, Liebling. I promise... I promise..."
My hand reaches down and rubs my clit in unison with his beat. His lips explore each and every bit of the skin on my neck. Despite the roughness, he cares about my well-being during our escapade. Whispers of concern swirl into my ear with words of comfort during a cool down. His body leans, lifting my hips off of the bed with my legs still over his shoulders. He fits snugly inside me, the tip pressing against my cervix. His hands rest on either side of my head, and his hips rock in the slightest. "Just like that, you're doing so well." I catch a glance of us in the mirror on my closet door, and I can't help but look away at the embarrassing display. The German rests on his haunches, relieving the pressure on me as he sets his glasses on my nightstand.
"Uh, hey, uhm," I stutter.
"What is it?"
"Could you... Say it again?"
"Be nice about it, hmm?"
"Please? Can you say it again?" He grabs my arms and pins them far above my head, my pelvic floor immediately on the receiving end of something terrible. "S-Say it!"
"That's it, you're taking it so well," he encourages. His focus is on power rather than speed. "Good girl, liebe," he pants, pulling out in an instant. I'm blindsided as I'm rolled over and caught up in the same force. He's growing sloppy, though, an orgasm aching to be achieved. "Mm, Das ist es, nimm mich tiefer." I can't take anymore as he holds my head down with one hand and restrains one of my wrists behind my back with the other.
I'm in heaven, the Badlands not being able to compete with how hot my body is in this very moment. Every time he brushes against my g-spot, I can't help but roll my eyes into the back of my head. I haven't felt this good in a long while. Droplets run down my thighs, and I just can't take it anymore.
"I'm gonna cum," I warn, bucking my hips backward. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum." Medic's weight transfers to my back as he leans over me. His teeth sink into my skin. "Please, say it, fuck! Say it, Doc, please."
"You don't know what you're doing to me right now," he moans. I can tell he wants to keep going, but he remains silent. In an instant, my bedsheets are soaked and I can't take any more of him. But even so, he continues. "Good, good," he huffs. "I know you can take a little more, just for me. Yes, good girl..." Every fiber of my being unravels as his hot seed speckles my back. My legs are weak, unable to support me in this demanding position. Medic lies on his back next to me as I take to my side. His fingers draw my chin in, and we kiss. I want to do it all over again, that kiss being what I needed to keep going. He seems satisfied, though. "You always know what I like, and right now was no exception. Thank you."
"Shouldn't I be thanking you?" I weakly try to converse. No one ever tells you what you do after you've done the deed. I feel cozy in his presence. He brings me closer and kisses my jaw. A firm hand grasps my love handle and squeezes the fat on my side.
"I'm very proud of you."
"You are?"
"Ja, why wouldn't I be? You're just wunderbar. Perfect. My good girl."
"Brother!" A brunette calls out as we stand in the main lobby of the inn we're staying at. She hugs Heavy, and he hugs her back with a smile.
"Misha! You did not tell us you were coming," a smaller woman who I assume is his mother hugs him, and he has to bend over a considerable amount to embrace her. "Imagine my surprise when Luba walks out of snowstorm and says my son is visiting."
"Is surprise, Mama," he answers.
I look over to Lubov with a heavy coat on. "Luba, you went through a snowstorm?"
"It was just light wind, it was nothing," she waves with a smile.
"Misha, who is this woman?" A taller woman with grey hair asks as she points to me. She squints at me and makes an observation from afar. "She does not look like much."
"That hurt, but you'd be correct," I tell her.
"This is Accomplice, she gives me work," Heavy says. He points to the first woman. "That is Bronislava- the oldest- that one is Yana," he points to a blonde woman, and then the brunette. "And she is Zhanna, the youngest. This is my mother, Tatiana."
"I thank you for giving my Misha work," she says as she takes my hands. She's just about my height.
"It's no problem, Ma'am. Heavy is very pleasant to work with."
"He is very gentle for his size."
"Brother, where is Soldier?" Zhanna asks, looking around for him. I remember that Soldier gave a postcard for her to Heavy. Are the two of them friends? Wait, no, they're getting married. I remember now. Heavy said that he doesn't know what Zhanna sees in Soldier, and there was the whole thing in the brig on the cruise. Heavy and Soldier being brothers-in-law is very unlikely and weird to think about.
"He is not here, only Accomplice and Sniper," he answers. All of his sisters are tall. Like really tall. I think Zhanna might be as tall as Sniper, and he's six-one. Zhanna's missing a hand. Cashew comes out of the hallway much to Yana and Bronislava's surprise, and Heavy dismisses him. "He is not teammate. Nut baby is just here."
"Hello," Cashew greets. He elbows me. "Hey, your phone was ringing."...
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The train rumbles as we round the edge of the mountain, the horn blaring as we go through a dark tunnel to cut inside the landform. Train car lights keep the car illuminated as the sun gets blocked out. I glance to my side, Sniper's head leaned against the frosty window, an aviator hat keeping his ears warm. Heavy sits across from us. He looks mad when he sleeps, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth pressed into a frown. Sniper sits up and taps his hands lightly on the table.
"Second contract, Luv," he says. "From the hot beaches in Florida to the frigid tundra of Central Siberia in Russia. Cold?"
"Just a bit right now, but I know it's worse out there," I shiver, trying to shrink into my coat as much as possible. He smiles at me.
"Thanks for coming, Luv."
"Happy to be here." It's quiet for a few moments. "I'm sorry, you really don't look twenty-eight."
"Why does everyone bloody say that?" He sighs.
"Is true," Heavy whispers.
I sit up and adjust my coat collar. "I constantly have to remind myself that you're younger than me by four years, not older by seven."
"It can't be that bad can it, Freddie?" He complains.
"You look thirty-eight, minimum," I reinforce. "The lack of sunglasses highlights that. Moving on... Heavy."
"Да?"
"How much longer?"
"Hmm," he hesitates and takes a deep breath. He opens his eyes and glances out of the window. "An hour. Thirty minutes left on train and then it is thirty-minute hike through valley to get to village."...
"Bird heads?" Miss Pauling asks again, for the fourth time.
"Yes, bird heads. Parrots and owls and cardinals and stuff. Birds," I elaborate. "I don't know how long this'll take to fix."
"Keep me updated on that. I'm currently digging my seventeenth shallow grave out of forty right now, so we might be here a while. Pauling out." She hangs up, and I step around Medic who's been following me around the common room as I paced in a circle for the past fifteen minutes.
"Something you need from me, Medic?" I finally ask while shoving my phone back into my backpack.
"Yes, but there are some things I should inform you of for our current predicament. Learning from previous interactions, I'm effectively useless in this field. Perhaps from what you've heard of me, you've deduced that I've tried next to everything to reverse our status, but that is not possible. It doesn't do much to us, and it's by no means bad if we're going to discuss mortality issues."
"That's all fine and dandy, but how do we undo it?"
"Is our appearance unsavory?"
I hear screaming and screeching in a distance and point my thumb behind me. "That is unsavory."
"Found one!" Scout yells from the armory. Medic leads me over as he continues to brief me.
"Our task will be slightly more difficult since Engineer has placed a temporary ban on the teleporters. The control points in the warehouse portion of the fort are all occupied at the current moment. We must capture our points again from our undead adversaries and try to push to the heart of the building to defeat the ceremonial antagonist clone."
"There are zombies?" I lift my eyebrows.
"Ja. They're really called 'Voodoo-Cursed Souls' or something of the like, but we call them zombies to anger Merasmus," Medic yawns as we approach Scout. "Found one of what?"
Scout tosses a small statuette up and catches it, shaking it in his hand. "Soul Gargoyle. Finder's keepers."
"As the saying goes," he coos and adjusts his glasses. "Ah, yes, I should note that our avian tendencies are completely involuntary that range from less than ideal diets to unnecessary preening and all the way to screaming as a group for no reason in particular as you heard earlier. If I begin to laugh at you for no reason, I apologize in advance."
"Alright..." I accept. "But didn't you need something, hun?'
"Ja," he chuckles as he bows his head. "I require you to pet me."...
"Long time no see, Fredrickson," Miss Pauling says. I jolt awake and sit up on the couch, groaning as I lay back down.
"I don't want to be here." I turn over and face the inside of the couch. She sits in her usual spot on the armchair.
"No one really cares about what you do and don't want at this point, Fredrickson. You're going to learn that quick at the fort, especially if his name is Sniper."
I lift myself onto an arm and turn my head to look at her, slitted eyes as I put my hair out of the way of my face. "The fuck does that mean?" She puts her hands up and shrugs, looking past me into the kitchen. I turn around, met with the barrel of a gun. Sniper stands with it to my forehead, and I tap it. "Do it."
"We don't always get what we want, Fredrickson," Miss Pauling sighs. "Not even me."
He cocks it and shoots her dead before he hits me across the face instead, causing me to roll off the couch. He slowly walks around grunting, stepping on my arm and chest. I can't breathe, and I can feel my ribcage about to cave. Sniper stands on me, a hand over his neck as he shakily pulls the trigger. Flinching my head to the side, I inhale sharply and look up at him aiming further over to the side. I take my other hand and wrap around his knees, causing him to fall. Air quickly fill my lungs as I snatch the gun away and rise to my feet. Sniper reaches into his vest and pulls out a tin like Spy's, smoke fading from his body.
George lays on the floor, grinning like a menace. Sniper grabs me from behind and puts his hand over my mouth as he puts his kukri to my neck. I stop struggling and stare at George with wide eyes that have tears threatening to fall. Sniper's body is warm, a false sense of security. I place my hands over his as I feel his breath on my cheek. His arms are rough and hairy, muscles tensed as he holds me. There's a moment of calm as we all stay stationary, unsure of what'll happen...
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My alarm clock goes off, and my heart pings as I get out of bed to walk across my room to my desk to shut it off. It is a brand-spanking-new day at the fort, and the promise of nothing bad happening is looking strong. A gun sits next to my papers, and I take a few moments to process that everyone carries their weapons at all times. It wasn't there when I went to bed. Who... Who put that there?
"Buenos dias, Cómplice!" Soldier blares as he bursts into my room, my door slamming against the wall. I hold the gun in my hand, acting as though I was legitimately about to do something with it. "Why are you holding a gun?"
"Why are you breaking into people's homes at six-thirty in the morning?" I answer rhetorically.
"PT time, el gusano. That's Spanish for maggot," he rumbles. Heavy opens the bathroom door already dressed, staring at Soldier. "We are going to go run a mile."
"Нет, мы не," Heavy opposes and closes the door again.
"Scout and I will be running a mile," Soldier announces. "Do you want to--"
"No," I scoff. "No, I do not want to run a mile."
"Your PT Beast score is going to be docked until you do," he threatens. "I'll catch you on the make-up day. Your mile time will be mine, sister." He closes my front door, and Scout can be heard a few seconds after, taunting Soldier about how much faster he is...
Hey, I’m Morbid! I’ve just recently opened up shop on Tumblr again, but I’m happy to be here!
I’ve come to let you all know that I’m working on a Team Fortress 2 fanfic titled “In Need of Assistance?” (But can also be read as a stand-alone without needing to be in the fandom if you’re feeling adventurous)
It updates every Friday and can be found on Wattpad, AO3, and Quotev. Description is as follows:
After all of the convincing and hard work thanks to Miss Pauling, the Administrator extends a job for me to keep a team of mercenaries organized for the CEO of Mann Co., Saxton Hale.
Upon arrival, I'm met with a ragtag group of characters, some nicer than others. From dealing with the bathroom order in the morning and who's making dinner to performing covert operations and launching full-on battle campaigns, it's clear to see why they'd need a little help with staying in line.
It’s a slow burn OC x TF2 mercs where we follow our narrator and main character, Miss Fredrickson, as she navigates the qualms of working with mercenaries and tries her best to coordinate this team of grown men that act like teenagers with taxes and back problems. This is her character art.
It includes found family trope, angst, hurt/ comfort, eventual romance and a lot of the mercs having inner struggles regarding the more problematic areas of their lives.
INoA also includes a lot of real world events and deals with a lot of real world problems, given that the story takes place in 1971- with historical accuracy to boot! This includes racism, homophobia, misogyny, chauvinism, different types of abuse, and a lot of out-dated social stigmas as examples.
If you’re interested, please consider checking it out and reading it! As of this posting, chapters all the way up to 30 are up. I write a lot, so there’s 3000+ words per chapter. Apologies if this seems daunting!
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