My Second Request: Platonic Medic X Reader, Medic Showing Reader How He Does Various Operations On The

Hello! I saw your posters and they are awesome! Are you making ones with BLU team as well?

HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS????

Thank you so much!! I’m planning on making some strictly BLU team posters, but I do have a couple under the cut already made with some BLU members :] I just like the color red

My Blue Blood

Science Party

Blu Spy is in the back!!

He’s blue; IT COUNTS I SWEAR

My oc Vernon

Femswap

Yip yap yap yap yip

Is it possible for a spy x reader, your fanfic righting is on another level and I love it.

-Anon ✨️

[Yooo! Thank you so much! I'm really glad you enjoy my writing! 💀💙]

Ma petite fleur

Team Fortress role-play:

>TF2 Spy x Reader [romantic]

It was cold dark night, moon was missing from the sky leaving only stars to shine. You walked down the street, holding briefcase in you hand. You're one of the Mann.co workers after all. You were hired as one of Saxton Hale's assistant (of course you are his left hand because Mr.Bidwell is his right hand). You sign contracts for him, organise teams weapons, you're making sure that mercenaries he hired were doing their job. Your talent started to show quickly, you're a tough person, especialy when it came to negotiations, you were coming up with great ideas and help Miss Pauling with the documents. You even met mercenaries in person, surprisingly they didn't kill you. It looks like they noticed how well you're doing your job since you got an invitation for special business party. You finally arrived at address given to you in the letter. You entered the building, but you didn't hear anyone. This place was suspiciously quiet...too quiet. This is when you heard doors locking behind you. You tried to opend them but nothing worked. Then small light in the room turned on. In the middle you noticed a table with two chairs, plates and candles, that were lighten by tall figure in business suit.

"You finally arrived"

When you go closer you recognized that mask...that accent...

"Spy?" You asked.

"Yes. You met me before didn't you?"

"Yea I did. Why are you here? Is this a trap?"

"Yes. And no. I'm here to just simply invite you for a dinner"

This is when you noticed food laying on table, along with bottle of wine.

"Huh. What's the occasion?"

"The letter I send you was half true. It's a lie that it was suppose to be a patry, but it's ture that it's about business, so let's start shall we?" He gently pointed at your chair, you sat down, still a bit suspicious over him as he sat on the other side of the table, pouring wine into his glass.

"So. What exactly do you want?" you asked.

"Going straight to the point I see. Well, I wanted to ask you for a small favour" he spoke before taking a sip.

"I want new weapons designed specifically for me."

"New weapons? You know you can ask Miss Pauling for it-"

"I'm aware but I wanted to ask you. You....intrigued me" he paused

Then he looked at you and coughed.

"Let's talk about my proposition. I want new weapons with shipment to our base, and I want you to keep this in secret. I don't want others to know about it."

"But what's in it for me?" You asked. Spy stood up and walked over to you. He leaned down to your level and spoke, in low quiet voice.

"Whatever you desire petite fleur~"

On those words you felt wierd tingle in your spine. This is when he gently picked up your hand.

"I can give you whatever desire. If you have enemies I can get rid of them for you...If you want I can get you any jewellery you want, from shiny diamonds to dark and bloody ruby... Any secrets documents? They will be all yours by tomorrow" Spy smiled while leaning down closer to you lips. You blinked and giggled.

"Flirty much? I didn't expect you to go for a kiss so soon. It's our first date after all" You said. Spy stood up a bit shocked and flustered.

"It is not a date" he answered.

You smiled and rased your eyebrow.

"Flowers, candles, table for two. Don't tell me this isn't giving you this vibe" Spy sighed and layed his eyes on you.

"If you put it like that, than yes, it does sound like a date. And yet I still want to hear your answer, since I don't hear any demur from you, can I finally know what is it that you desire to get in return?"

"I want you to stay here with me a bit longer. For a mercenarie, you're quite nice to talk to"

Spy rased his eyebrow and chuckled before coming back to his seat.

"Clever. It seems rather...simple, if this is what you desire than I shall aggre on this deal"

"Great!" you shook his hand.

"I must say, you are much more clever than I thought" Spy commented.

"I'm full of secrets"

Spy smirked as both of you stared to talk.

Time went by but none of you were bothered by it. You and Spy had a lot of things to talk about, from gossiping about people you both work with to hats and weapons. It was...nice. Somehow you felt like you can trust him. You noticed he started to slowly flirt with you, and you couldn't help but blush at every word he was saying. Nobody said such nice things about you. This is when you looked at clock on the wall.

"Oh crap. It's really late, I need to go" you stood up and walked up to Spy.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you, and thank you for a nice dinner" you reached out for a handshake. Spy caught your hand but instead of shaking it he gently hold it, leaned in and kiss it.

"Bonne nuit ma fleur...(Good night my flower)"

"Good- night... Spy"

You couldn't help but blush as you looked down at his smug face. This is when you felt something in you hand. It was rolled peace of paper. You opened it and read what was written inside.

"Next week at Teufort's Garden, same day, same time."

"Sure. Thank you-" but when you looked up he was already gone. You smiled and walked out of the budling thinking about this gentle mysterious man, and what hat you should put on, on your second date...

[There you go! Sorry if this took so long, I was a bit busy. I'm glad you like my writing! I hope you'll like my future work 💀]

I have a lot of requests in my ask box! Thank you so much for them! I'll be sure to write all of them in no time! 🤍✌🏻✨️

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

-Anon ✨️

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

Ma petite fleur: Garden

◇ TF2 Spy x Reader [romantic]

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

Ma petite fleur- TF2 Spy x reader

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

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

"Bonjour~"

"Hello Spy!"

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

"Perhaps both" you answered, giggling a bit.

Spy stood up, holding his hand out to you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's beautiful" you said.

"Ineed..." he answered.

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

"I think our little date is going pretty well"

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

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

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

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

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

When boy stood up you finally recognised him.

"Scout? What are you doing here?"

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

"We?" You said.

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

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

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

"We were?" Scout replied.

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

"I want to know what you are doing here"

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

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

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

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

"Perhaps we can help" you suggested"

"You? How?" Scout asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes. They have the briefsace"

"Which one?"

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

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

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

This is when you got close to Spy.

"Kiss me."

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Because I know you love my sisterrrrrr!"

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

"That is not trrrueee!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yet I think I owe you.."

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

"Better kiss..."

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

"No bad" you said.

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

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

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

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

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

"Well um...-"

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

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

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

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

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

"For you...ma petite fleur"

"Thank you...Louis" you joked.

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

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

Hey there again, I have once again come with another request. My partner and I don't exactly comform to stereotypical gender roles, and shes the first person I've ever been with who's not a straight guy that's made me feel bad if I ever stepped out of the realm of femininity. That being said, it would be really, really sweet to see an x reader fic that is perhaps trans x trans, I personally hc Medic and Sniper as a trans men, but any x reader with a merc you could see as being trans would be cool. Like, a budding romance in which both people involved find yet another thing that connects them. Only if you feel comfortable, of course.

Not so deferent

◇ HCTrans!Medic x Trans Reader[romantic]

[🏳️‍⚧️🤍]

Solider was in Medic's office, shouting and complaining how today's match ended in shameful stalemate meanwhile Medic (completely ignoring him, only nodding from time to time) bandaged his wounds and sewed his most limbs back together. Meanwhile you sat outside alone, in red corridor filled with empty chairs, with wound dripping more and more blood each time you tried to move. Today your team lost, and you were one of the few unlucky people to get badly wounded, not being able to respawn and heal. You couldn't help but feel nervous. It was your first time to be examinated by Medic, alone. Sure you had your chest surgery for the übercharge, but this was done when you had gaint hole in your chest, and when Medic's medigun healed you, just like Heavy, it also fixed your shirt, so no one knew you were.... deferent.

Finnaly you heard Solider's loud "Thanks Doc!". Ready, you stood up, and walked past your teammate, into the Laboratory. You looked around noticing pigeons happly flying around, puddles of blood on the floor and Medic himself, cleaning his bonesaw, preparing for his next speciment- I mean- teammate. He turned around getting you with big smile across his face.

"At! There you are. Glad to see you are the last of my patients, so what is it? Lost limbs? Broken bones?"

You sat down and pointed at your side. He gently lifted your shirt up and from his reaction you could tell it was bad.

"What an injury it is! You definitely need to tell me how you got it. Was it from Demo and his sword? Maybe from Sniper's kukri? I can't wait to hear it!" Medic said before making you lie down on his operation table.

"Now, can you lift your shirt up for me?"

You didn't know what to do. You lifted your shirt, only slightly up, bearly revealing your wound.

"Oh mein libe, don't be shy. We are alone here after all. I am [was] a doctor, no need to feel embarrassed now. I suggest you take of your shirt quickly, don't want you to pass out from the blood loss now, I'm still eager to hear how did you get that nasty wound in the first place".

You hesitated, but you knew you could trust him, so you took your shirt off. Medic glanced at your chest, tilting his head a bit, he smiled and put his medigun over you.

You waiting for something, his reaction on this. Maybe he didn't notice? No...then he wouldn't laugh. Why did he laugh? Was he laughing at you?...

"Is everything alright mein libe?" Medic asked noticing your nervousness.

"It's..." you started "you see.... you aren't surprised or...mad?"

"Mad?" Medic giggled "At what? You?"

You nodded.

"You mean, for the-" he pointed at your scars.

You nodded again.

Medic chukled again, and sat down next to you.

"What a ridiculous thing, of course I'm not mad! Surprised, yes, but never mad"

He noticed you looking away, he thought for a bit before taking your hand.

"So we aren't so definitely after all..."

You looked at him confused.

"It was a hard operation, I had to do it myself because non of the clinics I was in wanted to attempt such a thing! Not to brag but, I manage to do it while passing out only twice"

Both of you stared at each other, holding your hands tight, feeling how word around your doesn't exist anymore, there is just you two.

"Mein libe, you shouldn't be ashamed for what you are. All you have to do is to be you"

Medic smiled as he put small bandage over you hand, and kissed it gently.

He stayed by your side, as your were healed. Both of you talked about your experiences, thoughts, feelings. Each word you felt more and more connected to this strange german doctor, who made your heart race each time he completed how beautiful you are.

It was...nice to know someone could understand you, that there was someone you can relate to. When your wound healed, you didn't walk out, instead you decided to stay and help Medic cleaning his laboratory. He aggred, happily jumping from story to story, just to keep a conversation with you. Of course he let you feel Archimedes with eyeballs, and pet other pigeons saying "They really like you!".

It was a nice way to end your day, you didn't even remember your team lost battle, all you wanted to do is to speak with Medic, and Medic? All he wanted was to hold you, speak with you, comfort you, because today two people found another beautiful thing that connects them...

[I apologise for making you wait! I didn't have a lot of energy to write anything for the past month... I hope you and your partner like it! Thank you for your patience my friend and I can't wait to hear another request from you, and this time I promise to write it faster 💀'"]

I'm the anon who requested the sniper spidey-sense fic, and let me just say

GENUINE ART

I am absolutely in love with the fic. I've read it twice now

Just-

JSOAKJAOXDJSNANO

I need that gangly mf

Literally tysm for writing it- I'm such a loser over that crocodile dundee parody

I am happy you enjoyed it! 🤍

Without you, it wouldn't exist. It was a fun idea and I had a lot of fun writing this one

Hehe, can't blame you! Sniper is an amazing character!

Thank you for such kind words dear anon, I appreciate it 🫰✨️

I SIMPLY AM NOT DONE WITH THEM! THE BLU TEAM AND LOVE.

scout: ultra mega cringelord loser. he is literally bragging about you to anyone who will listen. teammates while they’re taking enemy fire, the enemy team while he is actively shooting them, pauling when she calls for an update on a solo mission; hell, he’ll call hale’s secretary and gab all day if he can. everyone is wondering where he is finding the time between jerking his own ego off and dying on the field. there comes a point they genuinely just don’t think you exist. there is no way this dweeb had enough social wits for anyone to be willing to tolerate him for an extended period of time. objectively the safest merc to be in a relationship with, because he has convinced everyone by being so extremely overbearing, and oversharing literally every detail of your life to them, that if they wanted to they could verify your existence in seconds. but they just don’t believe him. they’re not even willing to give him the respect to see if he’s telling the truth. loves going on dates! thoroughly enjoys a roller rink date, a drive in theatre date, a walk in the park, he’ll do any and everything with you! and then turn around and tell the team exactly what you did, exactly what you said, and your exact stance on every single one of them. they are going to implode if they ever find out you’re real.

soldier: jane doe is honestly… such a cool guy when he’s in love and loved by others. casual is finally a mode he can enter. it’s like a secret unlockable where he takes off his helmet and goes from soldier to jane doe. he’s quite funny! shockingly, a solid contender for the most Normal partner of the bunch. you get a date and he gets handsome for you twice a month or so, small gifts, usually bullet, battle, or america themed. likes bringing you the enemy scout’s dog tags. it’s more like his own little counter for how often he can get that scrawny twat every time he adds to it. always, always gets you flowers. he doesn’t arrange them, but he can get his spy to with a nice enough tone, and maybe some money. likes to take you to the lake. he’s not particularly needy as long as you seem satisfied. every once in a while he might ask you to join him on an odds and ends mission, but you have to stay in the car. he doesn’t know what he’d do to himself if something happened to you. but he likes to have you around! it’s almost like a test. the job is a big part of his life, so he needs someone who can handle it.

pyro: every day that pyro can wake up and look themselves in the mirror and say they are loved and then someone can immediately back that up with “that’s true, because i love you” is a day pyro will shed many, many tears. pyro did not ever think there could possibly be a day they could look at the mirror and say they are loved and actually mean it. actually be telling the truth. they were enough to be loved. they are enough to be loved. by someone other than themselves. they hug you tightly. they never leave your side. they genuinely couldn’t imagine it. they would cut their own arms off before they refused to hold you. they would cut their own legs off before it meant they couldn’t come to you when you call for them. and they are just so thankful. thankful for the opportunity, thankful for your company, thankful to be alive and breathing air in the same general location as you. every step was worth it. every ache was worth it. every bitter day and lonely night was worth these precious moments.

demo: he’s so certain this is closest he will ever get to feeling complete. he doesn’t feel an urge to drink as much, and for a while he is… a less than stellar man. and he will resent himself for the fact he didn’t do this before he met you until he is dead and buried in the ground. he may disappear for a while on a path to… less frequent states of drunk. and when he gets where he wants to be for you, he comes back the same, yet different. dedicated, and domesticated. still humorous, still intense, still wildly entertaining to engage in a lengthy conversation with and still a terrible person to involve in an already bad plan. but he has long term plans for what feels like the first time… ever. he feels like he’s got a reason to be something greater than great. instead of feeling like he’s in a rat race. there’s a point to the money. there’s a point to the fight. and the most important part, there’s a reason to stop this war.

heavy: he is in an almost constant panic. you might as well not exist to him in public. and it does you best to do him the same. the less you interact where people can see, the better it is, because when you’re alone… he’s sickeningly sweet. he won’t leave you be. he will eat what you leave, he will watch what you watch, do what you want to do, tend to you, care for you, proclaim his unfettered devotion… inside the house. and ignore you in public. there is a gnawing fear mikhail has, that he can’t place the origin of, that at any moment he will lose everything he’s ever cared for. and he’s okay if all he loses is guns, and objectives, and money, and himself. regularly. but the idea of losing others can send him into a spiral. and he gets so mad because it only takes a second. a moment of weakness, one instance of him dropping the ball and he will turn around and everything he cares for is gone. he is cruelly reminded on a daily basis. it costs him his teammates’ lives. and he chooses to not care about them, because otherwise he would quit this job. he understands the wall he is to the people who dare risk relying on him. he cannot handle any more responsibility than he has already taken. but for the right person… he just wouldn’t be able to help himself. the social control he exercises becomes a fountain to you. take from it when you need. use who you must. he will be there to ensure your success.

engineer: are you ready to meet the man with the biggest dick energy. he just exudes cool calm collection. it is like every question he ever had is answered. he knows the world is good because you are in it. he knows he is good because he is loved. because you love him. and he knows he is good because he loves you, too. he is not a fool in love. he takes his responsibilities as your partner seriously. you will never want for anything. you will never need anything. and he just blossoms. confident, motivated, inspired, some could even call him cocky. but he’s not cocky. he’s just loved. and he’s a man in love. a provider and a friend. a shoulder to cry on. and much more vulnerable. actually willing to talk about why he has the views he does. conversations are much more common. and he likes to show you off. anything he can find to brag about you, he will. it really does annoy the rest of the team. they didn’t realize there was a time they would miss the silence the man provided. but confident dell takes that confidence everywhere. and that includes the battlefield. gets downright stupid out there sometimes. he feels like a teenager again.

medic: love hits the doctor like a goose hits an airplane engine: faster than he can mentally register. it is an epiphany in the middle of the night, it is consuming him, it is a bad idea, and it will kill him before he can let it go. he can’t let it go. he finds himself too… light. too “happy”. too considerate. none of these things ever come across to you. he really doesn’t seem to change unless you know him. his syntax changes. he picks positively coded synonyms when he would otherwise use a neutral or negative leaning term. he’s a little more open to taking a break, or setting things off. his face softens, he relaxes. he feels good, and it doesn’t take work to get there. he just feels… okay. and everything is okay. hesitantly touchy. he social distances himself away from you, and over the course of ten or so minutes eventually you’ll feel the shuffle of fabric as he has crept his way to your side. then you feel the weight of his head on you. he will not move from there. tight hand holder, chronic sleeper. don’t ask this man to watch a movie with you; that’s asking him to take a nap. face buried in your neck, or your chest, or your lap. when he’s bold, he’s a hard biter. he loves to make you screech. it’s funny to him when you try to push him off, but he’s quick to retreat. you’re just fascinating to him.

sniper: ohhhhohoho, he likes you! this is also when you realize snipes is… kind of a loser. he gets a little big for his britches. starts calling you his “main thing” when you’re his only thing past work. makes crude, awkward, and sometimes incredibly funny jokes. but usually you’re now getting what are his absolute worst jokes. he’s testing them. seeing which ones land. big, dopey smiles under the hat. plays unnecessarily cool in public. yeah, you’re his partner. his mate, even. get it? he’s nudging your shoulder as he says this, by the way. he cannot play cool long because he is an absolute nitwit. and he gets one look at you and he can’t help the grin spreading across his face. he’s almost waiting for the rug to be pulled from underneath him. he’s waiting for you to leave. he’s pretty confident you won’t though. he thoroughly stresses himself about your death, and when it will occur. it’s like a quarterly occurrence, on a bad day in battle, that he will come to you, and he’ll almost be mean. and if you call him out on it, eventually he will break down on you. tell you about what he does for a job. and he can’t stop thinking about it. if something happens to you, you won’t come back. he doesn’t even know how long he will keep coming back. there’s a real chance he just doesn’t, because he doesn’t know. is he even himself when he comes back? when he gets it all out, he feels a little better. he holds you tighter. he really doesn’t want to let you go.

spy: stupid, desperate, hopeless romantic. and a chronic homemaker. if a beautiful wealthy older person approached him and said he’d never have to work a day in his life and he’s at the top of the will nobody would ever see this man again. all he wants to do is cook, clean, and care for a kid or two. or four. or none! what matters is if you give this man the option he is more than happy to let you be the breadwinner. he will still dress to the nines. breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, bath drawn when you’re off work. you don’t even realize you have laundry half the time because spy gets it done. and when he deems his work done, he will join you shortly. you will never have to lift a finger to do anything more than get your ass up and go to work. the home will never be a responsibility you have to worry about. he is screaming to the night sky for someone to turn him into a trophy husband. he’ll feed the animals. walk the dog. clean the toilet with his personal toothbrush. please god someone come get him so he can quit this job.

💙BLU Scout's ma moodboard 👠

Is it possible for a spy x reader, your fanfic righting is on another level and I love it.

-Anon ✨️

[Yooo! Thank you so much! I'm really glad you enjoy my writing! 💀💙]

Ma petite fleur

◇ TF2 Spy x Reader [romantic]

◇ there is part 2 to this

"You finally arrived"

It was cold dark night, moon was missing from the sky leaving only stars to shine. You walked down the street, holding briefcase in you hand. You're one of the Mann.co workers after all. You were hired as one of Saxton Hale's assistant (of course you are his left hand because Mr.Bidwell is his right hand). You sign contracts for him, organise teams weapons, you're making sure that mercenaries he hired were doing their job. Your talent started to show quickly, you're a tough person, especialy when it came to negotiations, you were coming up with great ideas and help Miss Pauling with the documents. You even met mercenaries in person, surprisingly they didn't kill you. It looks like they noticed how well you're doing your job since you got an invitation for special business party. You finally arrived at address given to you in the letter. You entered the building, but you didn't hear anyone. This place was suspiciously quiet...too quiet. This is when you heard doors locking behind you. You tried to opend them but nothing worked. Then small light in the room turned on. In the middle you noticed a table with two chairs, plates and candles, that were lighten by tall figure in business suit.

When you go closer you recognized that mask...that accent...

"Spy?" You asked.

"Yes. You met me before didn't you?"

"Yea I did. Why are you here? Is this a trap?"

"Yes. And no. I'm here to just simply invite you for a dinner"

This is when you noticed food laying on table, along with bottle of wine.

"Huh. What's the occasion?"

"The letter I send you was half true. It's a lie that it was suppose to be a patry, but it's ture that it's about business, so let's start shall we?" He gently pointed at your chair, you sat down, still a bit suspicious over him as he sat on the other side of the table, pouring wine into his glass.

"So. What exactly do you want?" you asked.

"Going straight to the point I see. Well, I wanted to ask you for a small favour" he spoke before taking a sip.

"I want new weapons designed specifically for me."

"New weapons? You know you can ask Miss Pauling for it-"

"I'm aware but I wanted to ask you. You....intrigued me" he paused

Then he looked at you and coughed.

"Let's talk about my proposition. I want new weapons with shipment to our base, and I want you to keep this in secret. I don't want others to know about it."

"But what's in it for me?" You asked. Spy stood up and walked over to you. He leaned down to your level and spoke, in low quiet voice.

"Whatever you desire petite fleur~"

On those words you felt wierd tingle in your spine. This is when he gently picked up your hand.

"I can give you whatever desire. If you have enemies I can get rid of them for you...If you want I can get you any jewellery you want, from shiny diamonds to dark and bloody ruby... Any secrets documents? They will be all yours by tomorrow" Spy smiled while leaning down closer to you lips. You blinked and giggled.

"Flirty much? I didn't expect you to go for a kiss so soon. It's our first date after all" You said. Spy stood up a bit shocked and flustered.

"It is not a date" he answered.

You smiled and rased your eyebrow.

"Flowers, candles, table for two. Don't tell me this isn't giving you this vibe" Spy sighed and layed his eyes on you.

"If you put it like that, than yes, it does sound like a date. And yet I still want to hear your answer, since I don't hear any demur from you, can I finally know what is it that you desire to get in return?"

"I want you to stay here with me a bit longer. For a mercenarie, you're quite nice to talk to"

Spy rased his eyebrow and chuckled before coming back to his seat.

"Clever. It seems rather...simple, if this is what you desire than I shall aggre on this deal"

"Great!" you shook his hand.

"I must say, you are much more clever than I thought" Spy commented.

"I'm full of secrets"

Spy smirked as both of you stared to talk.

Time went by but none of you were bothered by it. You and Spy had a lot of things to talk about, from gossiping about people you both work with to hats and weapons. It was...nice. Somehow you felt like you can trust him. You noticed he started to slowly flirt with you, and you couldn't help but blush at every word he was saying. Nobody said such nice things about you. This is when you looked at clock on the wall.

"Oh crap. It's really late, I need to go" you stood up and walked up to Spy.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you, and thank you for a nice dinner" you reached out for a handshake. Spy caught your hand but instead of shaking it he gently hold it, leaned in and kiss it.

"Bonne nuit ma fleur...(Good night my flower)"

"Good- night... Spy"

You couldn't help but blush as you looked down at his smug face. This is when you felt something in you hand. It was rolled peace of paper. You opened it and read what was written inside.

"Next week at Teufort's Garden, same day, same time."

"Sure. Thank you-" but when you looked up he was already gone. You smiled and walked out of the budling thinking about this gentle mysterious man, and what hat you should put on, on your second date...

Part 2 - Ma petite fleur: Garden

[There you go! Sorry if this took so long, I was a bit busy. I'm glad you like my writing! I hope you'll like my future work 💀]

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

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

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

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

Scout:

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

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

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

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

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

> First one to volunteer to look for you

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

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

Solider:

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

> He will shrug it off thinking you are just away

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

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

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

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

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

Sniper:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spy:

> He know you are missing before anyone does.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Engineer:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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