#Pyro does requests

[conundrumsofphilosophy]

hi!! how do you think each merc would react if they got stuck on an elevator? maybe reader could be there too and started panicking, how would they deal with it? ^^

ANON I LOVE THIS. this is such a fun prompt im obsessed. sorry this took literally months . college is hard

scout

- he's immediately mad. kicking the wall and repeatedly pushing buttons

- ends up pacing and freaking anyone else in the elevator out

- when he starts yelling for help it's over

- if you start panicking it'll just make him panic because he doesn't know what to do to help you, he just gets louder

soldier

- slamming on the doors with his entire body weight. does NOT realize the doors will open to an elevator shaft and not a safe floor

- SCREAMING for help. he's not panicked really just very impatient. it's very un-american to get trapped in an elevator.

- if he's in there too long he'll wear himself out and sit on the floor and pout for a while. sad sad puppy dog man

- if you're freaking out he'll just yell in your face which will not help but he is yelling reassuring things. he just has zero volume control.

pyro

- definitely just saying what the hell over and over again. not yelling just muttering to themself and being mostly unintelligible

- kicks the door a little bit but doesn't get overly violent

- mostly just dismayed at the situation. will sit down and fiddle with whatever they have on them, tinker with whatever weapons anyone has. patient

- will sit there in silence with you and help you breathe deep if you're panicking. mutters kind things which you can't understand but he's trying

engineer

- pops open the panel immediately and starts fiddling with wires and trying to fix it himself. not at all worried that he might break it worse

- throws stuff if he can't get it working again. very much with the dangits and dammits and dagnabbits

- starts yelling for help but gets bored of it pretty quick and just huffs and puffs

- if you're freaked out he'll calm himself down though. he'd hate to be part of the reason you're freaking out

demo

- he doesn't even notice at first. he's just drinking and smiling.

- once he realizes it's been a loooong time in the elevator. he'll sort of just poke at some buttons, kick at the door a little bit. surprisingly nonchalant about it

- if he's drunk enough he'll start to prepare to blow the door open you gotta make him not do that. because it would most certainly not help

- if you're freaking out he'll stare at you for a while before he even says anything because he doesn't know what would help. he isn't helpful at all

heavy

- so normal about. he is chilling. if someone else has an idea that requires brute force he will contribute but won't initiate it himself he's perfectly content to just wait it out

- i like to think he brings a little paperback with him all the time and he will just sit down and read

- might even fall asleep. his snoring would make anyone else in the elevator want to die though

- probably the best person to have with you if you're freaking out he can provide anything you need. need to be grounded? bone crushing hug. need reassuring words? might be a little broken in english but he's got em.

medic

- gone into hysterics i think. especially if there are more than three people in the elevator he needs out right now

- snaps at anyone that tries to get him to help with anything he's like. sitting in the corner rocking back and forth

- he's literally completely 100% normal the second you get out it's like nothing happened

- he's not helping you if you're freaking out unless staring at you menacingly is helping

sniper

- doesn't care literally whatsoever he's used to being in enclosed spaces for hours at a time

- you better believe he's pissing in jars if he has them.

- will help with the Escape Plan if he deems it smart enough

- if you're freaking out he'll just sit there but he thinks it's helping

spy

- soooooo frustrated there are much better things he'd rather be doing than being trapped with You People

- filling the elevator with cigarette smoke much to the chagrin of everyone in it. he does not care whatsoever

- gets bored quickly and will sit and flip his knife endlessly while still chainsmoking

- if you're freaking out he'll probably just say something he thinks is kind but just makes you feel worse

[carnalcrows]

ENCORE

pairing: romance saja x top male reader

synopsis: Romance has been pushing your buttons all night—breaking choreo, making eye contact mid-performance, and acting like he won’t be held accountable for any of it. But the second the show ends, so does your patience. He wanted your attention. He’s about to get it.

content warnings: 18+, smut, romance is a BRAT, top male reader, backstage setting, hair pulling, power play, possessive behavior, making out, brat taming, semi-public, drool, spit kink elements.

word count: 1.2k

a/n: tysm to @strzxrin for this request!!

He’d been acting up all night.

It started the second they hit the stage. Not with anything obvious. Not right away.

Just a look.

He turned his head during the intro, real slow, and found you in the wings. Didn’t wave. Didn’t wink. Just smirked—like he had a secret. Like he knew what that look would do to you. And then he went right back to performing, completely unbothered.

You should’ve known then. Should’ve turned around and walked out. Should’ve reminded yourself that you were the manager, and he was your artist, and no matter how pretty his mouth looked when he smiled like that, you had a job to do.

Instead, you stayed. Right there in the dark, arms crossed, watching him light the place up.

And he gave you a fucking show.

He threw in moves that weren’t part of the set. Ran a hand down his chest during a transition when the others weren’t looking. Let his voice dip lower than usual on the second verse, like he was singing it to someone specific—and yeah, he looked right at you when he did it.

Then during the bridge, when he had two counts of rest, he ran his tongue across his bottom lip and smiled. Like he was proud of himself. Like he knew exactly what the fuck he was doing.

He was baiting you. On purpose. Like he wanted to see how far he could push it.

And yeah. Okay.

You were watching.

Not because his vocals were perfect tonight. Not because he was working the crowd like a seasoned pro. Not even because his body moved like it was built for rhythm, hips loose and lazy between beats.

You were watching because he knew. Because he was daring you to do something about it.

And the worst part?

You were going to.

By the final chorus, the tension in your shoulders had climbed high enough to snap. The crowd screamed through the last beat drop. The lights flared. Pyro hit. And the second the boys jogged off stage, half-drunk on adrenaline and riding that post-performance high—you were already moving.

Romance barely got a towel in his hand before you grabbed him by the wrist.

He turned fast, startled, but that smug little grin didn’t even flicker.

“Back room,” you said, voice low, just for him. “Now.”

He raised an eyebrow like he wanted to mouth off. You didn’t give him the chance.

He followed. Of course he did.

The second the door shut behind you, he had the audacity to laugh.

“What?” he said, breathless and smug, “you didn’t like the show, manager-nim?”

You stared him down. “You really think you’re funny.”

“I know I am.”

He didn’t even flinch when you stepped into his space. Just leaned back against the dressing room table like it was his throne, like he wasn’t seconds away from being dragged to the floor. His shirt was clinging to his skin, chest still rising hard from the set. The room smelled like cheap hairspray and leftover fog machine.

“Got something to say?” he asked.

You grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked.

His mouth dropped open with a hiss. Not pain. Surprise. Excitement. You weren’t even sure anymore. He reached for your shirt instinctively, gripping the fabric like he needed to hold onto something. You leaned in.

“Don’t fucking play with me like that on stage.”

“You looked like you were enjoying it.”

“And you look like you forgot who you belong to.”

His breath hitched. You didn’t let go.

He licked his lips, voice thinner now. “Thought maybe I needed a reminder.”

You kissed him before he could say another word.

It wasn’t sweet. It was messy, desperate, teeth and heat and that electric kind of tension that only ever came after a fight or a fuck. His fingers clawed at your back. Yours stayed tangled in his hair, tilting his head back so you could bite his lip and hear the little gasp he tried to swallow down.

He groaned against your mouth. “You’re pissed.”

“You think?”

“You get so hot when you’re pissed.”

You pressed your thigh between his legs and shoved him back against the table. He made the prettiest sound you’d heard all night, and suddenly you were the one grinning.

“Hands on the table.”

He hesitated. You tightened your grip on his hair.

“Now.”

He obeyed, spinning around and bracing his hands against the table. You take a moment to appreciate the view—his tight ass on display, his legs spread wide in invitation.

"Beg for it," you growled, running your hands over his bare cheeks. "Beg for my cock."

He looks back at you over his shoulder, his eyes glinting with mischief and lust. "Please, hyung," he pants, "I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me until—"

He gasps, interrupted by you gripping his hips hard, your fingers digging into his flesh as you line yourself up with his entrance.

"You want it rough?" you asked, pressing the head of your cock against him but not pushing in yet.

He nodded, his back arching as he pressed back against you. "Fuck yes. Hard and deep. Make me feel it."

And you did. With one hard thrust, you buried yourself inside him to the hilt, groaning at the feeling of his tight heat enveloping you. He cried out, his hands scrambling against the table for purchase as he adjusted to the sudden intrusion.

"Fuck!" he gasped, his head falling forward as you started to move. "You're so big. So deep."

You set a brutal pace, pounding into him with all the strength and skill you possess. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and grunts of pleasure as you took him hard and fast— just like he wanted. 

In the distance, you can hear a faint sound that gets closer, and closer. Footsteps.

You reached around with one hand, thrusting two of your digits to keep him quiet. He writhed in your grip, his hips bucking wildly as you worked him over.

"You like that?" you whispered, your lips pressed against his ear. "Like being stuffed to the brim from both sides?"

He could only whimper in response, his body trembling beneath you as you bring him closer to the edge.

It didn't take long before you're both teetering on the brink, the pleasure overwhelming and intense. With a final, hard thrust, you send Romance over, his body shuddering and tensing as he came with a low, guttural moan.

You followed shortly after, pulling your fingers out of his mouth as your cock pulses inside him, filling him with your seed. You collapsed onto his back, both of you panting and spent as you came down from your high.

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, murmuring words of praise and satisfaction. He shuddered beneath you, a soft groan escaping his lips.

"I hate you," he breathed out, but there was no real venom in his words. Only satiation and contentment.

You chuckled, nipping at his neck before pulling away. "I know," you said simply, straightening up.

His voice was still wrecked when he spoke again, half-laughing, half-collapsing into your chest.

“Stage was worth it,” he mumbled.

“You’re not walking straight tomorrow.”

“...Still worth it.”

You kissed the side of his neck, right where it was flushed and sweaty.

“Brat.”

He smiled against your skin. “ Still yours.” 

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[inseobts]

Hi could I request and ace x fem!reader where the reader is part of the wb pirates and they’re best friends. Ace has feelings for the reader and starts trying to confess but fails a lot or something? Like either his plan fails or the readers too oblivious or a mix of both but in the end they get together 😍. I love ur works thank u for opening ur requests again!!!!!!!

Burning Hearts

portgas d. ace x fem!reader

A/N | sorry for the waittttttt, hope you'll like it!!

WORDS COUNT | 3.7k

TAGS | slow burn, fluff, friends to lovers, oblivious reader, confession fails

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

You hang off the side of the Moby Dick, legs swinging, face tilted to the sun. Warm breeze, blue skies, no marines in sight, so a perfect day. You hum something under your breath, a song you don’t remember the name of.

“You’re gonna fall in if you lean any more.” a voice calls behind you.

“Will not.” you say, turning your head “Hi, Ace.”

Portgas D. Ace, second division commander, walking disaster, and your best friend, grins at you wide and easy. Too easy.

“Hi.” he says, sitting down beside you, a little closer than normal people would. Not that you notice.

You scoot to make space. He scoots too. The gap doesn’t grow.

“Thatch said we might have grilled fish later,” you say “If you don’t burn the grill again.”

“Hey! That was ONE TIME.”

“Twice.”

“Once.” he insists, turning pink.

You laugh “Sure, sure, Pyro.”

He pouts, arms crossed “You’re lucky you’re cute when you tease me.”

You blink “Huh?”

Ace freezes “I said rude. You’re rude when you tease me.”

“Sounded like ‘cute.’”

“Nope. You heard wrong. Sea got in your ears.”

You squint at him “We’re not even swimming.”

“Exactly. That’s how tricky the sea is.”

You shrug “Okay...”

You swing your legs again, and Ace watches, all soft and smiley.

Marco walks by. Stops. Stares at the two of you.

“You confessin’, hothead?” he asks with a smirk.

Ace’s head jerks up “WHAT?! NO. SHUT UP.”

You blink “Confessing what?”

“Nothing!” Ace blurts “He’s just being weird!”

Marco snorts “You’re the one acting like a lovesick seagull.”

“I will set your feathers on fire, Marco, I swear—”

You tilt your head “Ace? Are you okay?”

“I’M GREAT.” His voice cracks “Just. Great. Totally normal.”

You frown “You look sweaty.”

“I’m always sweaty! Fire powers!”

“You’re red too.” You poke his cheek “Are you sick?”

Ace swats your hand away, blushing furiously “NO. STOP TOUCHING ME.”

“But you always make me touch your forehead when you get headaches—”

“That’s DIFFERENT.” he shouts, hiding his face in his hands.

From the corner, Thatch cackles “Oh, he’s doomed.”

“I heard that!” Ace yells.

You blink again, totally lost “Doomed for what? What did you do?”

Ace glares at Thatch “Nothing! He just—he thinks I—”

Thatch grins “That you’re in love with your best friend?”

You laugh “With me? That’s dumb. Right, Ace?”

Ace opens his mouth. Closes it. Groans.

“I’m gonna jump into the sea.”

“Don’t.” you say, pulling him back by the sleeve “That’s no escape.”

Ace just slams his forehead onto your shoulder.

You pat his back gently “You’re so dramatic today.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles into your shirt “It’s your fault.”

“Ace likes you.” Thatch says casually, like he’s talking about the weather.

You choke on your drink “What?”

Ace drops his fork “THATCH!”

“What?” Thatch shrugs “It’s true.”

You look at Ace. He’s frozen, mid-bite, eyes wide “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” he says, voice several pitches higher than normal “Totally fine. Normal. Good.”

“Your face is red again,” you say “Sunburn?”

“YES,” he blurts “Very strong sun today.”

You frown “Should I get aloe?”

“I—no—it’s okay—I’ll just—go die in the kitchen, thanks.” He grabs his tray and leaves at lightning speed.

Thatch winks at you “He’s suffering.”

You’re still confused “From what? Heatstroke?”

Later that day, Ace paces back and forth behind a barrel. You’re nearby, talking to Izo about your favorite snacks. Ace tries to look casual. He absolutely does not look casual.

“I’m gonna tell her...” he mutters “For real this time. I’ll just walk up, say the words. Easy.”

He steps out from behind the barrel. Then steps back. Then out. Then back again.

“Oi,” Marco calls, hovering above “Are you dancing or just losing your mind?”

“I’M THINKING!” Ace snaps.

“Thinking about what?”

Ace glares “None of your business.”

Marco grins “You’re thinking about Y/N. Again.”

“I WILL BURN THIS SHIP DOWN.”

“Please don’t!” Whitebeard yells from the upper deck.

Ace groans “Okay. No more waiting. I’m doing it now.”

You’re sitting alone this time, sharpening a knife you never actually use in fights. Ace walks up, all tense and weird and trying very hard to breathe normally.

“Hey.” he says, way too loudly.

You look up “Hi. You look like you’re going to pass out.”

He sits. Fidgets. Grabs a leaf off the floor and starts tearing it to shreds.

“Okay. So. I need to say something.”

“Is it bad?”

“No!” he says quickly “No. It’s… good. Kind of. Important. Maybe.”

You nod “Okay.”

“I like you.”

You smile “I like you too.”

“No. I mean. I LIKE like you.”

You blink “Like... you like that I’m not annoying?”

“I like that too, but that’s not—” he stops “Wait. You are annoying sometimes.”

You gasp “Rude!”

Ace panics “No no no! That’s not what I meant! I mean—I like all of you. Even the annoying parts. I want to—ugh—how do people do this?!”

You stare at him, tilting your head “Are you okay?”

He sighs “No. I mean, yes. Ugh. Never mind.”

“Ace,” you say softly, “you really look like you need a nap.”

Ace drops his face onto your lap “I need something. I don’t even know what anymore.”

You pat his hair “It’ll be okay. Just drink water.”

Ace groans into your thigh “Why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“Sweet. And kind. And totally blind to everything around you.”

You giggle “I don't know... but... thanks?”

Ace sighs again. He’s going to need a better plan. A big one. A dramatic one. Because clearly, words aren’t working on you.

Ace’s new plan is perfect. Step 1: Romantic dinner. Step 2: Confess feelings. Step 3: You finally notice how wildly in love he is. Step 4: Happily ever after.

He doesn't make it past step 2...

The sun is setting when you arrive, confused “Why does this look like a date?”

Ace panics already “It’s not. It’s—uh—just dinner. A… celebration.”

“For what?”

He freezes “…Friendship.”

You blink “You’re so weird sometimes.”

But you sit. The table is decorated with flowers. The food is actually not bad.

You smile “Did you cook this?”

“Some of it.”

You’re impressed “Wow. You didn’t even burn the rice.”

“I had help.” he mumbles.

You laugh “Still counts.”

Ace watches you eat, heart thumping like a drum. You're glowing in the candlelight. Smiling at him.

He can’t breathe. This was a terrible idea.

“You’ve been acting weird lately.” you say, picking at your food.

“No, I haven’t.”

“You made me dinner. You lit candles. You used flowers.”

He opens his mouth. Closes it. Rubs his face “Okay. Maybe I’ve been… a little weird.”

You tilt your head “Is this about that person you like?”

He chokes “W-What?”

“You know. That crush you’ve been avoiding talking about.”

“…What.”

“I’m not dumb, Ace. You’ve been flustered all week. You’re always zoning out and smiling at nothing.”

He stares at you. His whole brain is just a static noise now.

“You like someone,” you say proudly “I knew it.”

He tries to speak. Fails.

“Who is it?” you ask, leaning in with bright, curious eyes “Do I know them? Mmmh, it can't be from the crew, you're always with me... Are they on the crew?”

He swallows “Yeah.”

You gasp “Oh my god. It’s someone on the ship?!”

Ace nods slowly “...Yeah.”

You start thinking “Okay. Not Thatch. Gross. Not Marco—he’s basically your dad. Not Izo... he's too cute for you. Vista? Nah. Is it one of the nurses?”

Ace looks like he’s about to spontaneously combust.

“Oh!” you say, eyes wide “That cute girl who came aboard last week? The timing is perfect with when you started acting weirder.”

His soul leaves his body.

“No.” he says. Quiet. Broken.

You frown “Really? I thought she liked you. She gave you a peach.”

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re thinking too hard.”

You pause “...Wait.” You look at him. Eyes narrowing “Is it someone I know really well?”

He nods again.

You gasp “Oh my god, is it me?!”

Ace’s eyes widen. Hope flickers.

You stare at him “No, wait. That doesn’t make sense.”

The hope dies.

He blinks “…Right.”

Your heart kinda broke at this but you try your best to act normal... because why are you even thinking of your best friend in that way. And why is your own heart acting this weird now...

“Exactly!” you say “It can’t be me. That’d be crazy!”

He stares at you in silence. Just. Stares.

Then, slowly, with the tiniest, most pained smile “Yeah. Crazy.”

You beam “Anyway! I hope they like you back! You’re super cool when you’re not burning everything.”

Ace laughs once. It’s not a joyful laugh. It’s a “my soul has left my body” laugh.

“Thanks.” he says.

He will never emotionally recover from this dinner.

It starts the morning after the dinner.

You wake up and remember his words “Yeah. It’s someone you know really well.”

You said, “It can’t be me.”

He said, “Yeah. Crazy.”

He smiled. A really sad smile.

Your chest does that thing again, just as during his confession. Not pain. Not joy. Something in between. Weird. Annoying. Uncomfortable. Like… pressure.

You shake it off and go find Ace. But Ace isn’t there. And he’s always there.

You try again the next day. You go to the deck where he usually naps. No Ace.

Then the kitchen. No Ace.

Training area. No Ace.

You find Thatch instead “Hey, you seen Ace?”

Thatch raises an eyebrow “Not lately. Why? Missing him?”

You snort “No. I mean—he’s my friend. That’s all.”

“Uh-huh.” He sips his drink and smirks “Totally normal to look that panicked over a friend.”

“I’m not panicking.” You absolutely are.

You start acting weird. You can’t help it.

Your heart keeps doing that tight, twisty thing when you think about him being with someone else. About him smiling at someone else like he smiles at you.

You hate it. But you don’t get it.

He’s your best friend. Why would it bother you?

...Unless it means something.

No. No no no.

Impossible.

You avoid him instead. If he wants space to be with his crush, then fine. You’ll give it to him.

Even if your heart stings every time you think about it.

Meanwhile…

Ace is dying.

You haven’t looked at him in three days. Haven’t sat beside him at meals. Haven’t made any dumb jokes. No hair ruffling. No teasing.

Nothing.

And it hurts.

He walks past you one afternoon. You don’t even say hi. You turn around and start talking to someone else.

He nearly combusts on the spot.

“What did you do?” Izo asks that night, watching him stare into the sea like it insulted his family.

“I don’t know...” Ace mutters “I think I broke her.”

Marco crosses his arms “Or maybe she’s just finally realizing she likes you back.”

Ace throws his head back and groans “No, she doesn’t. She thinks I like someone else. She thinks it’s not her. Now she’s avoiding me and it’s driving me insane.”

“Why didn't you tell her the truth?”

“I tried. She guessed wrong, and I just… gave up. I'm so tired.”

Thatch chuckle “This is what happens when two emotionally stunted people fall for each other.”

“Shut UP. She doesn't like me.”

You’re sitting on the edge of the ship at night. Alone. Arms around your knees. Watching the stars.

You hear footsteps behind you. You don’t look.

Then you hear his voice. Quiet “You hate me now or something?”

Your stomach flips “No. Of course not.”

He sits beside you. Not too close. Not like before. It makes your chest ache again.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” he says.

“I thought you were avoiding me.”

“I was giving you space.”

“Why would I need space. I was giving you space. So you could be with the person you like.”

Silence.

You can feel his eyes on you.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else.” he says softly.

Your heart skips.

Silence... heavy.

“I miss you.” he says. Quiet. Honest.

“Even if you’re just sitting next to me, not talking. I miss that too.”

Your throat tightens “I miss you too.”

He’s so close now. Just inches away. You could reach out. You want to.

But you don’t. You don’t even know why your chest is doing all these weird things. You’re not ready to look too closely.

So instead, you whisper, “Let’s not be weird anymore.”

He laughs soft and tired “Deal.”

After your awkward little emotional spiral under the stars, you and Ace go back to normal.

Well... your version of normal.

You laugh with him again. Sit next to him. Tease him like always. But now you also spend most of your free time watching him from the corner of your eye, waiting.

Waiting to see her. The mystery girl. The one he likes.

You’re subtle (you think).

“Hey, Ace,” you say casually one day, spinning your fork at lunch, “you ever talk to that nurse again? The cute one?”

He blinks “...What?”

“Y’know. The one who gave you a peach.”

He makes a face “Oh. No, not really.”

You nod “Right. Not her, then.”

He squints “Why do you sound like a detective?”

“I... don’t.” You absolutely do.

You try again later.

“Thatch said you’ve been spending time with someone. Is that true?”

Ace snorts “Thatch says a lot of things.”

“So it’s not true?”

He shrugs “Not really.”

You bite your lip “Right.”

But that doesn’t help. You start watching harder. Every person he laughs with, you feel this little sting in your chest. Every smile that isn’t toward you, it hurts. And the worst part is:

You get it now.

You like him. You really like him. Not just the “best friend” way. The kind of like where your heart flips when he laughs, and your hands burn when he touches you. The kind of like that hurts.

And the one thing you know for sure is: he doesn’t feel the same.

Because he already likes someone else.

And it’s not you.

You think you’ve figured it out.

You see him talking to one of the new crew members, laughing, relaxed, standing close. You’ve never seen him look at you like that.

And something in you just… breaks.

You disappear that afternoon.

No big announcement. No drama. You just quietly take a little boat and row out to a quiet rock near the ship. One Ace took you to once, when you needed air. It’s far enough that nobody can hear you cry.

Because you are crying.

You sit there, legs pulled in, arms wrapped around yourself, eyes red and stinging.

And no matter how hard you try, the thought keeps coming back:

Why couldn’t it be me?

Why not the person who’s been by his side all this time?

Why not you?

Back on the ship:

“Where’s Y/N?” “Gone for a bit.” “She looked really off today.” “Think she's sick?” “No.” “…Think it’s about Ace?”

Nobody says it out loud, but the silence says enough.

Marco sighs “Should someone check on her?”

“Not me,” Thatch mutters “She looked like she’d bite if anyone came near.”

“I’ll go.” says a voice behind them.

Ace.

You don’t hear him until he’s already climbing onto the rock behind you.

“Hey.”

You stiffen. Don’t look at him.

“Everyone’s freaking out,” he says, voice soft “Are you okay?”

You nod. But your eyes are still full of tears, and your throat hurts, and your chest feels like it’s cracking open.

He sits beside you, close but careful.

You try to wipe your eyes without him noticing, but he sees. Of course he does.

“Hey.” His voice changes in a softer and worried way “You’re crying.”

You press your face into your arm.

He leans in, panicking a little “Did something happen? Did someone say something?”

You shake your head. You’re breathing hard now, chest heaving.

“Y/N,” he says gently, “please tell me what’s wrong.”

Your voice breaks when you finally speak “…Why can’t you like me?”

Ace freezes “…What?”

You still don’t look at him. You just stare at the water, tears falling “Why couldn’t it be me? What’s wrong with me?”

“Wait, wait—what are you talking about?” His voice is shaking.

“You like someone,” you whisper “I get it. You told me. It’s not me. That’s fine. I’m fine. I just… I don’t understand.” You sniff “Why not me?”

Ace is absolutely frozen in place. His brain has completely shut down.

“You think—” He stops “You think I don’t like you?”

You finally glance at him, eyes full of tears “You said it wasn’t me. At dinner. You said it was crazy.”

Ace stares. Then groans “Y/N...”

“What?”

He covers his face with both hands “I said it was crazy because you said it couldn’t be you and I was too tired to argue.”

You blink “So…”

“I like you.” He says it so fast he almost chokes on it “I have this whole time. And no, I don't mean it like e friend as you thought many and maaaany times....”

You stare “What?”

He turns to you, cheeks red, eyes wide “It’s you. It’s always been you. You freaking idiot.”

“…Oh.”

He looks like he might cry now too “You really thought I didn’t want you?”

You nod.

He groans again “We’re so dumb.”

You both laugh, broken laughs between sniffles.

Then, carefully, he touches your hand “I don’t want anyone else, Y/N.”

“…Me neither,” you whisper “I mean... I want you. Not anyone else.”

He squeezes your hand.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

You nod.

You’re still crying. Ace is still blushing.

Your hands are still tangled together.

There’s silence now. But the good kind.

Your heart is pounding so loud you can barely hear the waves anymore.

He leans in, slow and unsure, eyes flicking to your lips, then back to your eyes “Still okay?” he asks softly.

You nod.

He waits a second longer. Like he doesn’t believe it’s real. Then he closes the gap.

And he kisses you.

It’s not rough or messy, just soft and full of everything he’s held in for way too long. Like he’s scared he’ll wake up and you’ll be gone. Like he’s trying to tell you everything he never managed to say.

Your hands move instinctively to his shirt, to his neck. You don’t even think. You just feel.

And when you pull away, just a little, Ace exhales like he’s been holding his breath for years. Like he’s finally, finally free.

He rests his forehead against yours and laughs under his breath. It’s shaky “Can’t believe you were so oblivious all this time…”

You laugh too. Still teary, but smiling now “Sorry…”

“You can’t even imagine how many times I tried to confess,” he mutters, almost to himself “I started to give up, even…”

You go quiet again. Then whisper, “I could only realize my feelings once I started picturing you with someone else…”

That makes him flinch “Ouch.”

“I hated it,” you admit “It was like someone shoved a knife in my chest and twisted it around every time I saw you smiling at someone else.”

His face softens. He cups your cheek, thumb brushing your skin “You don’t have to feel that again. Okay?”

You nod.

Then you pause “...Unless you do something really stupid. Like flirt with a nurse again.”

He groans “I didn’t even want the peach... Thatch made me take it!”

You smile into another kiss, this one lighter, more playful.

And just like that, everything’s different. And somehow exactly the same.

But now you know.

You and Ace stay on that rock a little longer. Just sitting. Smiling. Quietly touching hands like it’s some big secret now.

You’ve both stopped crying, but your eyes are still a little red.

And neither of you says it, but you don’t want to go back to the ship yet.

Because once you do…

They’ll know.

They always know.

Still, eventually, Ace sighs “We should go, they were worried about you.”

“Yeah.” you say. But don’t move.

“…At the same time,” he adds, wincing a little “Otherwise they’ll think something happened.”

You raise an eyebrow “Something did happen.”

“Yeah, but I’d like to keep breathing, thank you. Thatch will explode if he finds out before we even step off the boat.”

You laugh “Okay. Together, then.”

You both climb back in the little rowboat and paddle toward the Moby Dick, pretending not to look at each other too much. You fail miserably.

The moment your feet enters...

SILENCE.

Every eye is on you.

Marco is leaning against the rail with his arms crossed, giving you that smug, all-knowing look.

Izo is peeking from behind a column, vibrating.

Thatch has one brow raised, mid-bite of a sandwich. He doesn’t even blink. Just stares.

Even Whitebeard’s laugh stops echoing.

You and Ace freeze like two kids caught sneaking snacks at midnight.

Thatch is the first to move.

He stands up. Slowly. Grinning.

“Sooooooo…”

His eyes go to Ace. Then to you. Then to your joined hands.

You both look down at the same time and FLING them apart like they’re on fire.

Ace: “It’s—!! I mean—we were just—!!”

You: “It’s not what it looks like!!”

Also you: Why am I lying?! IT’S EXACTLY WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE.

There’s a loud gasp. Izo dramatically fans himself.

Marco just sighs, smirking “Finally.”

Thatch HOWLS with laughter “I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN!”

You bury your face in your hands. Ace looks like he might jump off the ship.

“You guys SUCK.” he mutters.

“We literally waited months for this,” Marco says calmly “Don’t deny us the moment.”

You groan.

Whitebeard, from his throne, just chuckles “Yoi yoi… took you long enough, brats.”

And now the whole crew is losing it laughing, teasing, throwing playful jabs.

Someone throws confetti (you're not even going to ask where that came from).

Thatch: “How was the kiss? Was it good? Did he finally stop being awkward?!” Ace: “SHUT. UP.” You: melting into the floor

Marco: “So… are you official now?” Izo: “Are we going to plan a party??” Ace: “NO—WAIT—WE HAVEN’T EVEN TALKED ABOUT THAT—” You: “We haven’t even held hands for a full minute!!”

Thatch: “Oh my god. You’re both disasters.”

Later that night, when it’s finally quiet again, you sit beside Ace on the upper deck, watching the stars.

He nudges your shoulder “Already regretting the kiss?”

You smile “Only that I didn’t do it first.”

His ears go red again.

“…You’re still cute when you blush.” you add.

“Don’t tell the crew that.” he grumbles, hiding his face.

You lean closer “Too late. They definitely already know.”

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LOGAN PURRING DURING CUDDLES

An: he's so kitty ugh. The reader does get called princess once I think but other than that it should be gn and Logan gets called kitty once too. Request are open! I am currently writing around 10 drafts so it might take a minute to get to your request but if I get really motivated then it might be up this week lol. Thank you all for all the support! It means the world truly <3 Please keep liking and reblogging and commenting it makes me want to keep writing and posting on here

It had been a long day for both you and Logan. The both of you ended up returning to your shared apartment at the same time and just by seeing one another you knew the other had a bad day. Instead of asking for what happened you both walked into the small apartment, kicked off your shoes, stripped off the clothes that was confining you to the awful day and followed each other into the bed.

You laid in bed first, while you were getting comfortable Logan was busy turning on a record the two of you enjoyed. Once it was set up, he joined you in bed. You started talking about your day and he nodded along, every once in a while, he would respond in disbelief towards someone behavior but for the most part he just laid there and listened. You didn't notice it at first but while you were ranting Logan ended up resting his head on your chest and you ended up playing with his hair, scratching his scalp softly, hell you ended up rubbing his ears at one point.

You really only started to take notice when you heard a noise come from Logan. Was he...purring?

Your hand froze, "Lo?" you asked softly, all you got in response was a hum. You decided not to ask questions, and you just leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his hairline. "Love you kitty" You mumbled against his head. You couldn't see it, but a faint blush painted his cheeks, Logan could feel the heat spread to his neck. "Love you too princess" he grumbled before nuzzling his head further into your chest hoping you'd get back to playing with his hair.

Soon your hand traveled to his hair once more and the two of you just laid there in silence. Well as much silence as there can be when Logan couldn't control his purrs.

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The Ties That Bind Us

This is a new Dark! Evan Buckley imagine, requested by anon. I hope you will all like it, feedback always makes my day.

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Summary: For a while now, Evan has been dating Bobby's daughter, and he thinks things are going great. But when he hears her doubting their relationship, he does whatever he can to keep them together. He isn't about to lose her.

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Tiredness washed over Evan like the tide rolling across the sand when he entered the apartment. It felt like he was moving on autopilot, desperate to get inside and crawl into his bed that had been calling him for the last few hours that had dragged on into an eternity.

His movements were sluggish when he kicked off his boots and dumped his work bag down by the front door to be dealt with in the morning. He didn't have the time or effort for anything but getting into bed right now.

He reached a hand up to rub at his sore eyes and veered to the left, moving without really looking or paying much attention at all.

He felt like he was moving around the bathroom in a daze, stripping and tossing his clothes in the hamper until he was stood in his boxers and bare feet. Brushing his teeth with his eyes almost closing and his weight resting more on his right foot than his left allmost like he was a flamingo- a certain ADHD habit he had done since he was little.

He moved around the dark apartment with ease, gliding through the darkness like it was his natural habitat, but even in his tired state, Evan noticed a few minor details.

He had seen (Y/n)'s bag hung up beside the front door, and her shoes resting on the rack. He noticed the spare toothbrush in the pot in the bathroom, the one he always kept in the cupboard for when she stayed over.

(Y/n) was still here.

Not that Evan expected her to have disappeared while he had been at work. He had left early this morning but he always told (Y/n) she could stay over as long as she liked. And that he wanted her to be here when he got back.

He loved being able to come home to someone, to not have to come home to the quiet darkness and be left with his own thoughts and an empty bed. Evan loved when (Y/n) stayed over, or when he would go to her place, though admittedly they were here at his loft more than they ever went to (Y/n)'s place. She was practically living here at this point, and that was the next goal Evan was hoping to achieve at some point in the near future.

But it made him smile to know she would be up there as he clambered up the stairs and aimed for the bedroom.

And there (Y/n) was, exactly where Evan expected her to be. She was fast asleep, which wasn't surprising since Evan was sure it was sometime after eleven at night. He hadn't kept track of the time, as soon as the last call was done and he'd showered and scrubbed down, he clocked out and hurried to his jeep to come home.

He didn't have the heart to wake her, not when she looked so peaceful. Burrowed down into the pillow she was practically hugging to her chest with the cover tucked around her like she had formed herself into a cocoon.

Evan tried to be careful when he peeled back part of the cover so he could shuffle in behind her without waking her. It didn't look like she had been asleep for very long. The tv remote was on the edge of the pillow and (Y/n) had one arm stretched across the other side of the bed, considering that she was laid in the middle.

Her hand was next to her phone. Strange. Evan didn't usually notice her sleeping like that, she must have been on her phone and fell asleep, something (Y/n) didn't do very often.

Reaching over, Evan moved the remote and placed it on the side table out the way and he took the time to lean over (Y/n) and attach his lips to her temple for a few seconds. He smiled against her skin and brushed her hair away from her cheek while he stretched his arm over her. His chest merged into her back and he tried not to lean on her too much as he carefully picked up her phone.

He pressed a few more kisses to her temple and then down to her cheek before he finally turned over.

He laid on his back with his shoulders slightly propped up against the headboard and pillow behind him. And his left arm stretched out to rest his hand on (Y/n)'s hip while he unlocked her phone, which wasn't hard when he knew all of her passwords. It was just safer that way.

"Let's see who you've been talking to." Evan muttered to himself as he scrolled to find the last app she'd been on.

After all, (Y/n) must have been doing something or talking to someone if she had fallen asleep on her phone, and it hadn't been Evan she had been talking to. He had messaged her a few hours ago while he was on shift, but she hadn't answered him. Why answer someone else but not him?

She didn't like showing Evan her phone, something which really bugged him because he let her see his phone if she ever asked. He didn't have anything to hide, so (Y/n) shouldn't either. He didn't like it when she messaged someone but tilted her phone away from him. It always made Evan wonder who she was talking to, or if she was talking about him.

Evan didn't like to think about (Y/n) keeping secrets from him. The only secret the pair of them were keeping or should be keeping was the fact that they were together.

(Y/n) was Bobby's daughter, therefore they hadn't told him or anyone else that they had been seeing each other. It didn't seem a safe move until they were certain about this relationship and where it was going. The others at work might think Evan would get special treatment for Bobby, and Bobby was always protective over (Y/n) and grilled and potential partners.

Keeping things secret and to themselves for now was what they had decided on. But Evan was hoping that (Y/n) would move in with him soon, and then they could tell everyone about their relationship.

His fingers danced up and down her hip while he flicked through to her messages.

She had been messaging someone called Anya. Evan had heard of her, one of (Y/n)'s close friends, but he hadn't met her. He'd not really met any of her friends and likewise (Y/n) hadn't met Evan's friends that weren't working at the 118. Curtesy of the privacy they kept around their budding relationship.

Why had she tried deleting some of the messages from tonight?

A frown set into Evan's features as he went into the settings to restore the messages. Nothing was ever permanently deleted, something a lot of people seemed to overlook.

But when he scrolled through some of the messages, it felt like a fire had started to burn deep within Evan's gut and his chest tensed as the frown on his face deepened and burned in intensity.

What had she done?

Why had she sent that stuff about him? Evan's name hadn't been mentioned, but it was pretty obvious who she was talking about. The 'new guy' she had met clearly referred to Evan, but what (Y/n) had sent was wrong.

Why had she told Anya she was unsure about their relationship? She hadn't said anything like that to Evan, she hadn't given him any impression that she was uncertain or that something was off between them. Why was she talking about Evan was if he was some kind of problem? Why was she lying about him?

The more messages he read through, the more panic Evan started to feel. She said she loved him, that was a relief. But she also said he was overbearing. He was starting to become controlling.

Did (Y/n) not understand how deeply Evan loved her, how badly he had fallen for her? Didn't she realise that he was trying to look out for her? He was trying to protect her. He couldn't do that if he didn't know what she was doing or who she was with. He saw people go missing every day. He saw people getting hurt in minor, horrific and strange accidents. He saw people get hurt, disappear, get into trouble.

And Evan didn't want any of that happening with (Y/n). She was Bobby's daughter. Evan had to be extra careful, he had to look after her, make sure she was alright and protected when she was around him.

There were two certain messages that caught Evan's attention and sent his heart rocketing up into his throat.

*You can always leave, you still have your own place, right? x

*Not that easy, he knows my family. He's close, to everyone. x

All of a sudden his mind was wide awake. Sleep was no longer ebbing away at his mind. Instead, paranoia and unbridled anger tormented his system that was overflowing with adrenaline to the point he was starting to shake.

(Y/n) loved him, that much was evident, but Evan didn't like this turbulence and confusion.

She shouldn't be so confused about their relationship when they were meant for each other. (Y/n) was everything to Evan, she was his world. Everything he wanted in a partner was personified in (Y/n). And the fact that she was Bobby's daughter just made things so much better.

Her family was Evan's family. They had the same interests, the same friendship groups and Bobby was like a dad to Evan. He was someone Evan looked up to and thought of as the family he'd never truly had growing up. Everything was as it should be. This was meant to be.

(Y/n) couldn't go around saying things like this to people. She couldn't be talking about ending things when she hadn't spoken to Evan first. She hadn't talked things through with him and let him explain. He could quash all her worries if she opened up to him properly. He could stop those incessant thoughts and set her straight again. If she just understood that Evan was being protective, not overbearing, then she might stop panicking so much and overthinking their relationship that was as strong as ever, if not more.

One thing was for sure, Evan loved her far too much to let her go.

She couldn't be considering leaving him, Evan would physically break if that happened.

After so many horrible, confusing and strange relationships, finally Evan had found something that was stable and certain and true. He had found someone he loved who was exactly what he had been hoping for. Someone who understood him, someone who loved him and didn't want to use him or gain anything from him. Someone who saw him and made him better.

He wasn't going to lose her.

With a deep breath, Evan locked her phone and tossed it on the other side of the bed.

He was going to have to do something. If (Y/n) was questioning their relationship then Evan was going to have to do something to stop those worries and take her mind off it. He would have to cement their relationship in her mind.

He wasn't going to give (Y/n) any reason to leave him. He would find a way to bind them together. Fate had brought them together, and Evan was going to make sure that they were bound to one another.

And he knew just what to do that would bind (Y/n) to him, no matter what.

***

The sound of knocking on the door made bolts of lightening shoot through (Y/n)'s system and she jerked back against the wall, lifting her head from her trembling hands. Her head snapped to the right and looked towards the door, but to her surprise it didn't fly open.

"Babe, everything okay? You've been in there a while now."

Maybe she had been in here a while, (Y/n) wasn't sure anymore. Time was slipping away from her as she sat here on the bathroom floor, her back up against the wall and her knees coiled up to her chest. Her fingers were anxiously tapping against her knees as she stared at the door just waiting for Evan to walk right in.

It wasn't as if there was a lock on the door anyway. Somehow Evan had broken the last lock that had been on his bathroom door and he never got around to fixing it. He lived alone and when (Y/n) stayed over she was his girlfriend anyway, so why would he need a lock?

Moving her trembling hands, (Y/n) tried to run them up and down her face, wiping away the few tears sticking to her skin.

She didn't really know why she was crying. Nothing bad had happened, she wasn't hurt or ill or frightened or hiding from Evan. There was no context for her to be crying, except for the small white stick resting on the floor next to her.

A pregnancy test.

She had to take the test to know for sure, but she had noticed the warning signs. The random bouts of sickness that weren't from any flu or illness or food poisoning. The headaches, the lack of appetite, the slight changes to her body and the fact that she hadn't had a period for two months, only a bit of spotting.

She didn't know what to do if this was going to be positive. (Y/n) didn't know if she and Evan were ready for this, they couldn't be. Not when (Y/n) wasn't sure that the behaviour Evan was displaying was normal.

He got riled up if he didn't know her plans or what she was doing at almost every moment of the day. He hated it if she messaged a close friend but wouldn't tell him exactly who or what she was saying. He didn't like her being at her own apartment without him, he always wanted her with him if he wasn't at work. It was like she was being smothered.

Would a baby change that? Would a baby make Evan calm down, would it give (Y/n) a bit more freedom in their relationship? Would a baby calm Evan down and prove how strong their relationship could be if he got over those paranoias and controlling issues.

(Y/n) always wanted kids. Despite the turbulence in her teenage years after her mum and brother died, she knew a family was still what she wanted. The fire in their old apartment had brought her and Bobby even closer rather than pushing them away. And (Y/n) knew her dad would be thrilled to see her settle down and to have a grandchild to help nurture and be around.

And knowing that Evan would be a part of their family would make Bobby over the moon, even if he had never seen this controlling side to Evan before.

A baby could easily change things for the better… or the worst.

"Babe?"

Turning to the left, (Y/n) wiped her eyes one more time before she reached out for the test. She had waited almost ten minutes, sitting here in turmoil, too nervous to actually look and see what the result was.

The moment she looked at the test, she turned in the other direction and tapped on the door. "Evan… please," She wasn't quite sure what she was asking, but it didn't matter because as soon as he heard her, he pushed open the door.

He wasn't expecting to see her sat on the floor, that much was clear by the panic that etched onto his features the moment he looked at her.

"Hey, why the tears? What's wrong?"

(Y/n) wiped her sleeve along her face before Evan crouched down in front of her. Her breath caught in her lungs when his hands reached out and cupped her face, and the feeling of his thumbs swiping along her cheeks made her heart stutter. He looked so worried, so much concern flooded his face and made (Y/n) feel like there was nothing else on his mind but her. But sometimes that was the problem.

"Look." She tried to control her voice as she reached out for the test and held it out towards him.

That test, that little insignificant white test was the reason (Y/n) was going through so much internal panic and confusion.

She watched through watering eyes as Evan let go of her so he could look down at what she was holding out towards him. His brows furrowed as he stared down at the test and gingerly took it from her as if he thought it might vanish before his eyes.

It was positive. (Y/n) was pregnant. They were going to have a baby, and the proof was in Evan's hands.

"I know we didn't plan this, and- and it's so sudden, but I don't know what to d-"

(Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat when the test was dropped somewhere on her lap and Evan's hands were suddenly back to cupping her face again. The breathless, wide smile on Evan's face took (Y/n) by surprise before his lips were suddenly on hers and the little breath she had left in her lungs was stolen by him. He was kissing her. His smile was beaming. He was happy, not angry or confused or unsettled.

(Y/n) found herself reaching out to grip his wrists, clinging to him as tightly as she could to reassure herself that this was real, that this reaction wasn't part of her imagination.

They hadn't been planning for this, much the opposite. They always used protection, they were careful. (Y/n) hadn't been expecting to think about being pregnant so soon into their relationship. They weren't even moved in together yet and Evan's actions were confusing and worrying. A baby wasn't something they had planned for.

The tears falling from her eyes finally began to cease as Evan shifted from crouching so he was down on his knees in front of her and he leaned in so close that their chests were touching and he was almost wrapped around her like a blanket.

"Maybe it's quick, but that doesn't mean this is bad. A little piece of us running around, that doesn't sound too bad, does it?" Evan brushed his thumbs across (Y/n)'s cheeks as he pressed their temples together and finally opened his eyes to look down at her.

"Not too bad," (Y/n) mumbled softly as she leaned her cheek against Evan's palm and closed her eyes.

She had been panicking about this for a days since she suspected she might be pregnant. She thought of every possibility and every reaction Evan might have. But seeing him smile so brightly and hearing that breathless laugh against her lips made the panic in (Y/n)'s chest simmer down.

Maybe she had been worried about this relationship, but a baby was going to change things. They would just have to wait and see if this was going to cement their relationship or break it apart. (Y/n) hoped for the former.

When she leaned into his touch, Evan lifted his head so he could smother his lips against her temple and take a few deep breaths against her skin. He couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his lips and he didn't want to either.

This is what he'd been hoping for. This is what he had planned for because deep down, Evan knew this would be the glue that would keep them together. This was going to bind them together.

(Y/n) could never leave him or disappear from his life if they had a child together. A baby would tie their fates together forever.

***

The nerves raging through (Y/n)'s system felt like they were beginning to eat her alive. Her foot was tapping incessantly against the floor like she was a drummer with an invisible set and her hand was already clenched tightly in Evan's grip. She wasn't quite sure who was holding tighter, her or Evan. But she knew that his knuckles had long since turned white and the blood was cut off to both their fingertips by now.

The moment the front door opened, (Y/n) felt like her lungs had popped and she wavered until Evan stepped closer so his chest was moulded up against her back.

She tried to put the bravest smile on her face that she could muster and she was silently relieved when Athena opened the door.

"Hi honey," She leaned over the threshold to bind (Y/n) into a hug, but when she looked up, her brows rose and her lips pressed together when she realised who was standing behind (Y/n).

It had been (Y/n)'s idea to have dinner together tonight, and she had asked if she could bring someone with her. It didn't take much for Bobby and Athena to figure that she was bringing someone special around to meet them. The person who had been taking up most of her time recently.

They had clearly seen that she was in a relationship with someone, the calls, messages, going out and not staying at her own apartment. It was clear, and they were happy for her, but they were relieved to finally meet this person.

But Athena hadn't expected it to be anyone they knew.

"Come on in, you two. Your dad's in the kitchen." With a kiss to the side of (Y/n)'s head, Athena ushered them both inside.

(Y/n) kept tight hold of Evan's hand, even as Athena pulled him into a sideways hug before she let them both hurry past her. She had to have Evan close by her or she was going to lose her nerve about going through with tonight.

It was going to be a big bombshell to drop on her parents that one, she was in a relationship with Evan who was like her dad's protege. And two, they were going to have a baby together.

When Evan let go of her hand (Y/n) almost stopped breathing until his hands settled on her waist. She felt him press a kiss to the back of her head as they wandered past the living room and into the kitchen, but that was where Evan let go. He knew (Y/n) was going to go and hug Bobby and he couldn't exactly wrap around her when she did that, no matter how much he wanted to.

He stood in the archway, hands clasped behind his back as he stayed just out of reach but well within earshot. And his eyes followed (Y/n) as she glided across the kitchen and bound her arms around her dad's middle and pressed her cheek against his back.

"Hey, there you are." Bobby reached down to squeeze her hand and he set down the spoon in his hand and took a step away from the oven, not wanting any accidents to happen.

When he turned around, he reeled (Y/n) into his chest and kissed her temple. "How are you, sweetheart?"

"Good, I'm good."

"So, did you bring your date?" The words were whispered against (Y/n)'s ear and Bobby grinned when (Y/n) hummed and took a step back so she could look up at him. But she didn't get chance to say one word before another voice entered the conversation.

"Hey Bobby." Evan tucked one hand into his back pocket and curled his other hand around his hip as he slouched against the wall to his left.

A grin lit up his face when he watched the confusion morph into surprise on Bobby's face and his lips parted as he held a hand out in Evan's direction.

"Buck, what're you… y- you're (Y/n)'s date?" A bundle of emotions flurried through Bobby's voice as he looked from the bashful expression on Evan's face to the worried smile his daughter was glancing up at him with.

Oh. So this was why she hadn't mentioned a name thus far whenever she said she was going to meet up with someone or staying over at a 'friends' place. She hadn't wanted to bring up Evan's name in case it caused some controversy. Dating him could cause conflict, especially if they only had a few dates which went wrong. Then things would really be bad for Evan and her dad at work.

A quiet "Surprise," left Evan's lips as he pushed off the wall and stepped into the kitchen, resting his hand on (Y/n)'s lower back as he moved to stand beside her.

He was a little more than shocked when Bobby rested a hand on his shoulder and actually continued to smile at him. Part of Evan had been expecting a lecture, a cross word or a word of warning that he should have told him straight away or asked him first before starting to go out with (Y/n). A smile wasn't what he was waiting for.

"This is a surprise. Why don't we all sit down, foods almost ready."

(Y/n) could feel the panic slowly dwindling away when the four of them sat down and began to eat.

It wasn't going as bad as she thought, and even though her dad was asking Evan quite a few questions, he wasn't upset. He wasn't giving them the third degree for not explaining sooner, he wasn't asking (Y/n) why she didn't tell him or why she was going out with Evan of all people. He wasn't inquiring and part of (Y/n) wished he would.

Maybe if her dad got upset or vented, then (Y/n) would feel better. She wasn't sure why she felt so uneasy about everything. Evan was happy, he was glad about the baby, more accepting than (Y/n) thought he would have been. He was taking this in his stride when usually he didn't like change and had to take time to adapt to new things. It was almost as if he was anticipating or hoping for this, and that was lovely.

It was lovely that he was happy and involved and eager straight away rather than deflecting or backing away from her.

But he was still overwhelming.

He was still overbearing and when she realised last week that he knew the password to her phone and laptop, she subtly tried to change them. If he noticed he hadn't said anything, but (Y/n) didn't know what to make about that either.

She hoped that if they went ahead with moving in together and trying to start this new family that maybe Evan would relax.

If she lived with him he might not be so worrisome about where she was during the day and what she was doing. He might not want to check her every move and text if she lived with him. He might calm down and be more settled and this baby might give her a new sense of freedom and bring something more to their relationship.

After all, (Y/n) had seen Evan when he was around kids and he was the best version of himself. Seeing him with a child of his own was going to be magical, he was going to be the best dad out there and that was the thought that kept (Y/n) going and made her want to smile when she looked down at her stomach that had yet to change shape in any way.

(Y/n) found herself drowning out of the conversation for a while until Athena reached over and rested a hand on her arm, bringing her back to reality with a bang.

"You know, when you said you were seeing someone, I would never have guessed that it would be Buck." The smile on Athena's face showed she wasn't being rude or insinuating, she was simply shocked.

She wouldn't have thought they would have gone together, or that they would have kept their relationship a secret. Athena knew Bobby had mentioned a few times that Buck seemed more preoccupied, less eager to spend his entire life at the station and he actually wanted to go home now. Bobby saw it as a good thing.

He was glad Evan's focus wasn't entirely on wearing himself thin at work and that he was finally settling down and being happy with someone. It was clear Evan was happier recently, that he was messaging and calling someone and cancelling plans to be with them. He was doing things for himself rather than pleasing everyone else and covering all the shifts at work. Bobby was happy for him.

"You two seem good for each other." Athena's comment caused (Y/n) to look down at her plate and she tried to smile but it was hard with every emotion washing over her and knocking her down.

She could feel Evan's hand gliding across her thigh beneath the table and the way his fingers danced along her skin made her take a deep breath. She wasn't sure what his intention was or what he was trying to do, but when he settled for gripping her thigh and dragging his thumb along her side, she let herself relax.

Her head lifted and she looked across the table at her dad when he cleared his throat and looked between them both. "Why didn't you say anything before?"

"We didn't wanna make things awkward, dating the Captain's daughter is kinda big… like crossing a line."

Evan reclined in his chair and slouched down a little but he kept looking between Bobby and (Y/n).

He had wanted to tell Bobby for a while now, but at the same time, he was slightly nervous. Bobby was his mentor, the man he looked up to and aspired to be like. He was the father figure Evan had never had in his life. Going and dating Bobby's daughter felt like he was intruding and stepping over an invisible line drawn between them.

He didn't want to do anything that would upset Bobby or make him think that Evan was being rude or uncaring or selfish. And he didn't want Bobby to worry that he might have to pick sides or act differently around Evan at work. Dating the Captain's daughter could cause trouble.

Bobby might have to declare this to his own superiors in case of emergencies or anyone finding out and complaining or pretending that Bobby was giving Evan special treatment. It might cause rifts or problems with them working together.

But Evan felt better for telling Bobby because if this went well then things would get even better. He had the girl of his dreams, they were having a baby and now he had a cemented family around him who he loved and was intergrated with.

"And you don't seem to like any of the guys I bring home." (Y/n)'s voice was quiet but she tried to add an air of humour to her words.

She could feel the fire igniting within her stomach when she watched her dad tilt his head back and laugh.

Part of her had been hoping that her dad wouldn't be happy. She expected- or wanted- him to say that this was too close home, that if something went wrong with this relationship then Bobby would have to pick a side. He would have to choose between agreeing with his daughter or siding with the person he classed as family.

She wanted him to say that he worked with Evan and it was a conflict of interest and would cause problems at work. She wanted him to give her a reason to back away from Evan, but deep down, she knew that wasn't going to happen.

If she wasn't pregnant, she would wish for a reason to part from Evan so it wouldn't be her fault and so she wouldn't have to hurt him. Finding a reason now didn't make a difference because she couldn't drag herself away from Evan.

They were having a baby and (Y/n) wanted to go through with this, she couldn't get rid of this baby and this was going to connect her to Evan forever. She couldn't start out by separating and trying to raise a child without being together.

It would be so much easier to try and do this together because she couldn't deny that she loved Evan, even if he was giving her reason to worry about this relationship. She loved him, he loved her more than words could say and this baby deserved a chance at some sense of normality and a loving family. (Y/n) was just going to have to work harder to make this family proper and to dampen down Evan's overbearing nature.

"I'm not that bad." Bobby looked over at Athena before he sighed when she gave him that certain look with one arched brow and her chin tilted down towards her chest.

So maybe he was a bit of a frightening parent at times, but it was only because he loved (Y/n). She was his daughter. He had almost lost her once, Bobby wouldn't risk losing her again or seeing anything bad happen to her, he had even more reason to want to protect her now, from anything.

Leaning forward, Bobby set his elbows down on the table and ran his hand along his chin as he laughed and nodded before he looked over at Evan.

"When you first joined the station, yeah I would have been angry at you getting with my daughter."

He didn't have to say it for Evan to know what he meant. He would of had a big problem with Evan getting with (Y/n) when he was a probie at the station because he had a problem. Evan had slept around, he had flings with a lot of women before and after he joined the station and he did it for the sex, not the company or to find a relationship with any of them.

Bobby wouldn't of allowed Evan to get with his daughter and make her one of his trophies, one of the women he bedded and then forgot about. He wouldn't let Evan string her along.

But Evan had evolved since then, he was finally looking for a proper relationship and wanting to better himself and commit to someone.

Bobby just didn't see the full change that had evolved in Evan. He didn't see how the lack of commitment Evan once showed had twisted into an obsessive need to control whatever relationship he committed to. He didn't see how Evan wanted to give himself to one person and focus on that relationship to the point that he obsessed over it.

He didn't see how Evan became paranoid that he wasn't enough and how he needed to know what (Y/n) was doing because he thought if he didn't then he couldn't protect her and he couldn't trust her to be without him. He didn't see Evan's panic and how it made him shout and punch the walls when (Y/n) didn't tell him who she was messaging or where she had been or when she went out somewhere without telling him first.

Bobby saw the good changes, but he didn't see the darker nature flaring to life. (Y/n) felt like she was the only person who saw that side of Evan and sometimes, in the dead of night, she wondered if she was imagining it all.

No one else saw it. What if it was all in her head and Evan was truly being protective over her? What if she was blowing this all out of proportion? She couldn't push Evan away and tell her dad or anyone else if this was just her imagination getting out of hand.

The smile that lit up Bobby's face made (Y/n) curious and made Evan hopeful. "But now… now I think there's no one else I'd rather have looking out for my daughter. I know you're good for her."

(Y/n) sincerely hoped her dad didn't see the wince she tried her best to hide. He didn't know how wrong he was.

"Thanks Bobby, that's- that's relieving to hear."

"Oh?" Athena set down her fork and reached out for her glass of wine instead, looking at the couple with a curious smile because she heard the enlightening tone to Evan's voice. And she could see the grin spreading across his face.

Evan looked bashful as he flashed his teeth and tilted his head down so he was looking at his plate. He knew (Y/n) wanted to be the one to tell them. She had tried to ask Evan if they could break the news slowly, if they could tell of their relationship first and bring up the baby another day.

But Evan thought it was best to let it all out in one go. It would be easier to get everything off their chests now, to tell their good news so then they could tell the rest of the team and then their friends. And (Y/n) could tell her friends and Anya and make it clear that their relationship was solid and there was nothing to fear or worry about.

"We have something to tell you." (Y/n) couldn't help but lean to the right, resting her head on Evan's arm as she felt the panic rising inside of her.

She needed the support he gave, she needed some of the confidence Evan had because he seemed to know that everything would be okay, but (Y/n) wasn't so sure.

This news was going to make her parents so happy but (Y/n) didn't know how to think about it herself. She wanted this to be a fresh start, but she couldn't quite believe it. Not until she had witnessed Evan's attitude and demeanour change for the better, then she would calm down.

She felt Evan's hand curl around her thigh and it was like he was engulfing around her like a security blanket when he leaned against her arm and his lips attached to the side of her temple.

"I'm- I'm pregnant, we're having a baby." (Y/n) could barely breathe when the words passed her lips and she watched their expressions change.

She watched the light sparkle in her dad's eyes as his smile punctured up through his cheeks and Athena was already up out of her seat, laughing through a smile.

"Oh honey congratulations!"

(Y/n) felt like she was moving in a daze when she got up from her chair so she could hug Athena. It felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders when Athena reeled her into her chest, hugging her so close that (Y/n) felt like she was going to be tucked into Athena's chest right next to her heart. She had been a mother to (Y/n) ever since she married Bobby.

She felt a lump forming in her throat like all the words she wanted o say were getting clogged up in a bundle before she could say any of them.

She heard her dad mutter "You're really pulling out all the surprises tonight, huh?" as he pulled Evan into a tight hug.

If only they knew.

(Y/n) wavered on the spot when Athena let her go and moved over to congratulate and speak to Evan. She wanted a pair of arms back around her, someone to hold all her pieces together when she felt like she was falling apart. Her head was swimming with panic and confusion and love and uncertainty.

It was a relief when she saw her dad weaving around the table to get to her. His smile was warm and inviting and made (Y/n) feel like a child again and when he enveloped his arms around her, she could of cried.

She meshed her head into his chest and bound her arms around his middle, tucking herself against him.

He always knew what to do. Her dad was always good like that, even when her mum died, even when he started drinking, Bobby still had that sense of control and calmness about him. He still knew what to do, how to make amends and make things right and progress with their lives. He knew how to make (Y/n) feel safe and secure again when she felt like the world was ending.

She needed that, she needed her dad to tell her what to do and how to make everything right.

(Y/n) wanted her dad to make this situation better. She wanted him to talk to Evan, to tell (Y/n) if having this baby and being with Evan was the right thing to do.

"I'm gonna be a grandad." Bobby couldn't seem to stop the blinding smile from lighting up his face as he looked down at his daughter.

Their family was changing, adapting and this was something he had always hoped for. He always hoped (Y/n) would find someone to be happy with and have her own family with and Bobby knew his girl was going to be one of the best mums out there.

But when he looked down at her, something tugged at his heartstrings. Something churned and bubbled up and twisted in Bobby's stomach when he saw his daughter's expression.

Her smile didn't reach her eyes. Those beautiful eyes he had looked into hundreds of times weren't full of love and hope like he expected.

Her eyes were close to watering. Her smile was wobbling and the slight twitch in her nose and the way she bit down on her lip were all tell-tale signs that she was getting nervous. She didn't look thrilled by this news that shouldn't have been so damning as it seemed. Panic was bubbling away in those eyes. She looked at him like she did when she was little and she thought she was in trouble for something. Like when she was too afraid to leave their new apartment after the fire and Bobby had to work hard in stages to get her back out into the world.

She was looking at him like she needed to reassurance again, like she needed him to do something to make this all better. What was Bobby supposed to make better? How was he supposed to help her? Why wasn't she so happy about this new change in her life?

"Sweetheart, is everything okay?" Bobby kept an arm secured around (Y/n)'s waist and carefully ushered her a few feet away from the table until they were stood near the patio doors.

"Course." Her voice wasn't convincing and (Y/n) knew it. There was a wobble to her tone that showed she was verging on tears.

"You know you can tell me anything, if you're worried or if there's something else playing on your mind. Talk to me."

Bobby's tone made (Y/n)'s knees tremble and she looked out towards the garden, hoping to fight off the tears threatening to fall.

She didn't know whether she wanted to laugh or cry. She was having a baby, this was a new exciting experience and this was going to be great for their family. But it was so soon, so sudden and unexpected and combined with Evan's strange behaviour, it was worrying.

What was she going to do if Evan's behaviour continued to get overbearing when she had the baby? What if she couldn't get him to relax or relent or curb his possessive side?

(Y/n) tightened her hand around Bobby's arm and leaned into his side as she started jittering from foot to foot. Her dad would know what to do, if she explained about Evan's behaviour, he might know how to talk to Evan and try to get him to calm down. He might know how to approach Evan and what to do next in this situation.

But before (Y/n) could get the words out that were on the tip of her tongue, a pair of strong arms bound around her waist and her body froze. She felt a pair of familiar lips nuzzling into the crook of her neck and a broad chest gluing up against her back. Evan. He was wrapping himself around her like a blanket, protecting her, securing her, controlling her.

She reached her hands down to lightly clasp her hands over his arms that felt like cages enclosing around her.

"All good?" Evan whispered into her hair, almost like he was giving her a warning sign and (Y/n) found herself nodding without really giving herself time to think.

"Hm. Just, just so much to work out, my flat, work, telling people," (Y/n) tilted her head back against Evan's shoulder and tried to look up at him but her head was already spinning.

There was so much to think about, so much to talk about and so much that (Y/n) wanted to tell her dad. But she couldn't. Explaining what was wrong was admitting that it was true and (Y/n) didn't want to deal with the fallout.

The smile on Bobby's face remained, but the brightness in his eyes dimmed somewhat.

He couldn't place what it was, but there was something about (Y/n)'s expression that worried him. Something in the way she looked up at him like the frightened child she had once been which made Bobby revert back to that time. He didn't know what was troubling her, but he knew he was going to have to try and bring it up at some point. Not today, but soon.

Something was worrying her, and he needed to know what it was. He needed to help her.

[catfortress]

Welcome to Cat Fortress Blog !

• • • Here is simply where I will post drawings and possibly animations regarding my TF2 fan AU, Cat Fortress !

• • • Main Acc: @evangelina830

Basic stuff!

• No NSFW asks pls (bloody, yes ! But no sensitive topics or lewd reqs pls.)

• Asks close in May!

• Silly requests are encouraged, but please don’t go overboard ! (U know what I mean…,)

• Yes I will draw ship art ! :D dont be shy.. (I love to draw silly cats holding hands.. so yes please! As long as the ship isn’t gross…)

Also I am not super fast with asks lol I appreciate your patience!

Enjoy your visit…. =^.^=

More info under!

Tags I will use!

• #:3 - Artwork

• #:V - Doodles

• #:0 - Animation

• #:D - Answers

• #:] - (Fan?) Artwork

• #:> - Characters

• #:P - Cats info

Names!

• ⚾️Scratch - Scout

• 🪖Biscuits - Soldier

• 🔥Zoomies - Pyro

• 💣Demomew - Demoman

• 🥪Fluffy - Heavy

• 🛠️Enginya - Engineer

• 💉Meowdic - Medic

• 🎯Snipurr - Sniper

• 🚬Snap - Spy

• 📁Ms Pawling - Ms Pauling

Others so far ofc…

• 🎙️Adminhisstrator - Administrator

• 🩵Scratch’s Ma - Scout’s Ma

• 🪻Zhanclaw - Zhanna

• 🥀Beanislava - Bronislava

• 🌾Yawna - Yana

• 🫐Fluffy’s Mama - Heavy’s Mama

• 🥾Saxton Tail - Saxton Hale

• 🫒Charles Kneading - Charles Darling

• 💚Maowgaret/Maowggie - Margaret/Maggie

• 💀Whiskers - Merasmus

• 🐟Fried Fish Tramp - Fried Chicken Tramp

• 📋Furball - Bidwell

• 📕Fuzzy - Reddy

• ✈️Trots - Jerry

• ❤️Redmond Meoww - Redmond Mann

• 💙Blutarch Meoww - Blutarch Mann

• 🩶Gray Meoww - Gray Mann

• 🎀Olivia Meoww - Olivia Mann

• 🎈General Patton Dough - General Patton Doe

• 🧸Georgia Washington Dough - Georgia Washington Doe

• 🎤Tomcat Jones - Tom Jones

• 💜Mrs DeGrowl - Mrs Tilly DeGroot

• 🌷Mrs Mowndy - Mrs Mundy

• 🍅Mr Mowndy - Mr Mundy

• 🍷Loaf-Nah - Lar-Nah

• 🍵Furr-Bel - Bill-Bel

This blog is still quite new - stay tuned ! Mrow….

[prettyboypistol]

Hi, first. I just want to say I love your blog! And I also wanted to request, how the mercs would react to an M!Reader with a daddy kink

TF2 Mercs Being Called "Daddy" || TF2 x M!Reader +18 MDNI

Scout

More confused than anything at first. You're no girl, after all. It weirds him out a little when you pull him to bed and call him Daddy.

It takes him a second to really understand that "oooooh this is a domination thing." and then he hops right in on the kink with gusto.

Honestly? Is more down to call you Daddy rather than you calling him that.

Pyro

Oh god, that's a weird one lol

They immediately start sweetly murmuring in your ear, gently feeling you up, and loving on you extra. It's like- they especially don't want to hurt you now that you've said that.

Is more into the caretaker role than you initially thought! Overall a wonderful experience for those looking for a soft dom!

Soldier

Doesn't like being called Daddy, prefers Sir if you're gonna be submissive.

"I'm not your sissy of a father, son! I am your superior and you will address me as such. Now, let me hear a "Sir, yessir!"

Will call you son/sonny if you're down for that, but if you're not, then just "private" is alright by his books.

Engie

Secretly has a massive daddy kink too, on the receiving end of it. As soon as you call him Daddy he's almost busted in his overalls as he stammers out excuses.

Has a bit of a kink for calling you his baby, his sunshine, and his little darling, etc. Things that make you feel smaller.

"Shh, it's alright sunshine, let Daddy take care of all them needs of yours."

Heavy

He doesn't understand at first, thinking that you have a thing for roleplayed incest. It's not the weirdest thing he's been down to fuck around with, but you're now high on the list.

Either way, he's down to clown around with you, calling you things like his little bear, his sweetness, and his little lover.

After you explain the details and intricacies of your kink, he understands it better and knows how to play the role a lot better than the first time.

Demoman(my beloved)

Laughs a little bit at first, but is absolutely down to be called Daddy.

"Looking for a shag with yer Daddy, huh? I can work with that."

Makes jokes about how he's an old man now, how his hips hurt from thrusting, and how "you young people and your libido" are gonna be the death of him. (all in good fun, of course.)

Sniper

Confusion, realization, and then the fun part- roleplay. He's one of the better daddy doms of the mercs when he's in the mood to actually give it his all.

Mostly, sex is a relief and a slow massage of tension out of him, so the intense stuff is usually once in a blue moon when he's really jealous, angry, or just pent up and needs to blow a load.

Will probably go in for a little bit of swatting on your ass as a playful joke, but if you're also into that be prepared to be tied by your wrists over his lap and spanked as you sob out for mercy.

Medic

He brings up Freud, and you cannot stop him. He asks you a million questions about how you first developed your kink, why does he exude the energy of someone you'd call Daddy, etc. (well, at least you're being open about your kinks before going to bed!)

Is totally fine with you calling him Daddy, hell, he probably gets off on it too!

I'm so sorry but he does hook you up to some medical shit and murmurs how "Daddy's going to take very good care of you." to see how your heartrate spikes.

Spy

Finally some good fucking food

He's canonically a semi-silver fox, so he loves to be called Daddy in the bedroom. To have you so submissive, so eager for him, it makes him feel 20 years younger but also 30 years wiser and more intelligent.

He like the feeling of control that comes with the title. It makes him feel like he doesn't have to be too vulnerable, only domineering and firm with you, albeit with a touch of kindness to keep you invested.

[timeparadoxsims]

Jujujam Polar Bear Retextured

As requested. Includes an extra family with the colours Caim, Primer, Pyro.

Mesh: Jujujam Conversion: evannamari Textures: Io Colours: Pooklet, Hat, DigitalAngels, Io, Lillith-sims, TheRaven (swatch + Pooklet’s Primer + Digi's Caim and Pyro) Available for: PF-EF Polycount: 12.3k

Download: SFS /// Google Drive /// Mediafire

Jujujam Candy Bullet Retextured

As requested. Includes an extra family with the colours Caim, Primer, Pyro.

Mesh: Jujujam Conversion: evannamari Textures: Io Colours: Pooklet, Hat, DigitalAngels, Io, Lillith-sims, TheRaven (swatch + Pooklet’s Primer + Digi's Caim and Pyro) Available for: CF-EF Polycount: 18k

Download: SFS /// Google Drive /// Mediafire

Casual Sims Liam Hemsworth Retextured

Mesh: Casual Sims Conversion: profesionalpartyguest Textures: Io Colours: Pooklet, Hat, DigitalAngels, Io, Lillith-sims, TheRaven (swatch) Available for: TM-EM Polycount: F: 9700 / V: 8500

Download: SFS /// Google Drive /// Mediafire

Wings ES0105 Retextured

Mesh: wingssims Conversion: Julie J Textures: Io Colours: Pooklet, Hat, DigitalAngels, Io, Lillith-sims, TheRaven (swatch) Available for: CM-EM Polycount: 10.9k

Download: SFS /// Google Drive /// Mediafire

Maonicat N04 Retextured

Mesh: Maonicat Conversion: profesionalpartyguest Textures: Io Colours: Pooklet, Hat, DigitalAngels, Io, Lillith-sims, TheRaven (swatch) Available for: TM-EM, TF-EF Polycount: F: 11600 / V: 11000

Download: SFS /// Google Drive /// Mediafire

S-Club 2022SP02 Retextured

The mesh does have transparency issues but I love the shape. Alpha-editing to reduce transparencies would have made it look too... blocky, so I mostly left it as is.

Mesh: S-Club Conversion: powerpcinside Textures: Io Colours: Pooklet, Hat, DigitalAngels, Io, Lillith-sims, TheRaven (swatch) Available for: TF-EF Polycount: 22k

Download: SFS /// Google Drive /// Mediafire

[ramblinscramblin]

Got a request/suggestion for you if you like. As headcannons or whatever strikes your fancy.

The team has a new recruit! They are one of the most genuine, patient, friendly, sweetest people one could ever meet. They make everyone breakfast in the mornings, they listen to people's problems, they volunteer at a puppy orphanage, talk down muggers in the street, essentially a bottle of sunshine as a person.

On the battlefield however, they are most certainly one of the scariest people alive. They are incredibly strong and durable, no need for weapons when they can tear people apart with their bears hands and teeth. They are brutal, carnage incarnate, and have absolutely no fear whatsoever.

Now, their sweetness is genuine, they are not faking anything. Outside of battle they are one of the most pleasant, stable people on the team. If ever asked, the best reply they can ever give is "This is a war with no true death. (Thanks to the respawn machine) When you can play a game with no consequences, why not have a little fun? ~"

What do the mercs think about their new teammate? How did they react to seeing their first time on the battlefield? How scary is the game with a player who doesn't care?

Sorry about the length, I got all excited. Romantic or platonic is good, and pick whichever mercs you like to focus on.

→Sweetheart Reader who has a Bloodlust!

Genre: Silliness, general

Characters: Scout, Medic, Pyro, Sniper

Content warning: canon typical violence

Thanks so much for this request! This is such a fun idea! I decided to just pick a few of my favs, also relationship is left fairly ambiguous hope that’s all good! Enjoyyyy ٩( ᐛ )و

Scout

Scout enjoys your sweet side, Scout tends to lean towards supportive types since he doesn’t see much of that from the other mercs.

The two of you get along quickly.

We know he secretly loves being babied so he likes that you make breakfast and do all the cleaning.

He’ll probably make fun of you, calling you the teams maid. You let it slide though, maybe playfully teasing him back.

But ultimately he enjoys having someone around who isn’t totally nihilistic and hasn’t already half given up on being happy, it’s a nice change of pace for him.

All that being said, he doesn’t think you’re going to last a second on the battlefield.

Sure, being all starry eyed and happy go lucky is all good and fine around the base, but that’s the type of stuff that breaks you on the battlefield, respawns or not.

Genuinely tries to talk you out of it the first time you’re set to go out.

“Are you sure you really thought this through? Nobody’d be mad if ya skipped out on us, maybe Pauling has another type-a job for you.”

“Scout, it’s sweet you care so much, but I assure you I have it under control.”

He’s unconvinced so he goes into it feeling the need to protect you.

After he is literally doused in BLU teams blood, it’s pretty glaringly obvious you don’t need him.

Is in genuine awe, hardly fights the whole match, just watches you in… terror? Amazement? Surprise? He’s not exactly sure what he’s feeling, but there is a lot of it.

He’s definitely more wary from that point forward of making any sort of jokes about you.

Medic

Medic is wholly distrusting of your whole “good guy” act.

It might seem nice, and maybe you are but nobody gets into your position by being all smiles all the time he knows that.

Once he does a bit of inspecting on your character and a whole lot of judging, finding out that you are seriously just that golden hearted is a serious surprise to him.

You may point out to him that’s it’s pretty unfair of him of all people to be suspicious, the guy who smiles while doing open heart surgery, which he concedes.

He’s much more receptive to your niceness from then on.

Doesn’t fear so much for your safety on the battlefield, your kindness was not a good enough scale for how you would perform in battle, at least in Medics eyes.

Feels much more drawn to you after seeing your insane side.

Once seeing you on the battlefield he feels he finally has the full picture of who you are, and enjoys your company much more.

Your attitudes of being fairly frivolous on the battlefield have earned the two of you a rather unnerving reputation, but neither of you care, content to be menaces on the ground.

Sniper

Likewise, Sniper is a little suspicious about your behavior.

A puppy shelter? The sweet conversations? Helping at soup kitchens? It’s all a little on the nose for his tastes.

The kicker for him was when you somehow turned a violent drunk man on the street into a weeping mess, talking him through his childhood trauma. You really were just that tooth rottingly sweet.

Gets used to it, keeps his distance, but gets used to it.

After seeing you in battle he is even more put off. Of course, he respects your play, just the same way that he has some base level of respect for his teammates but it never goes beyond that.

He has strict codes he sticks to on the battlefield, and seeing you so lax about respect just sort of rubs him the wrong way.

You two probably don’t end up seeing eye to eye all too often, and may butt heads fairly often because of this.

But at the end of the day, you’re both teammates, and everyone else on the team loves you so much that it makes Mick feel like an asshole for having any negative feelings towards you.

Pyro

Wow! You guys get along so great!

Pyro is the exact same way, relatively beloved due to kindness off the battlefield but feared during the fight.

Pyro adores how kind and compassionate you are, wants to do all your helping stuff with you. Even if they don’t really know how to properly help anyone without starting a fire.

They will “help” with cooking and cleaning, just enjoying trying to be helpful.

You show up in a lot of their pyro land drawings, and they do enjoy spending a lot of time with you, and you them!

Pyro also loves helping out with you on the battlefield! Spreading peace and love is that much easier when you’re by their side.

Or at least… that’s Pyros version of events.

Sorry for the wait, having the worst burnout, but I am pressing on for u guys (￣^￣)ゞ hope you enjoyed!

[dioslesbianwife]

Okay

I wanna see the phantom troupe with an fem reader

Who is like Hu Tao?

Just imagine her nen is like her pyro ghost?

I feel like she would be mostly spooking Phinks and his reaction would be hilarious

ok, ty for requesting and hope you enjoy<3

Chrollo

Intrigued by you almost immediately- your energy is so unpredictable that it almost reminds him of Hisoka… but cuter.

He watches your spirit flames move and twirl around you, trying to figure out how they work. But the more he watches, the more he realizes you’re not using them to show off. They just… exist around you.

He lets you talk his ear off about ghosts, souls, and silly metaphors for the afterlife. You say stuff like “Death is just a very deep sleep ^^” and he nods like you’re reading poetry.

Chrollo tries to analyze you but keeps getting distracted by how you smile like you know something nobody else does.

You once called him “spiritually constipated” and he’s never emotionally recovered.

Pakunoda

You startle her at first- not because you scare her, but because your whole vibe is so alien to her grounded, logical way of thinking.

She’s used to memory and psychological truths. Then there’s you, dancing barefoot in graveyards and telling her she’s got “death-tinged sadness in her aura” like it’s a compliment.

She gets curious about your Nen. When she touches you to read your memories, your fire ghosts flare up protectively, and she realizes… they have feelings.

It kinda warms her heart honestly. She starts sitting beside you more often. You once made a ghost do a little dance for her amusement and she smiled.

You called it a “memory massage.” She still doesn’t know what that means.

Kortopi

Honestly? He likes you because you don’t make him talk.

You just vibe around him, let your ghosts float nearby while you hum weird little songs or draw faces on bones or something.

Kortopi quietly follows you around sometimes, and the other Troupe members have no idea if he’s fascinated or scared.

You made him a ghost plushie out of socks and teeth once and he still has it.

One of your fire ghosts once licked a stolen artifact, and Kortopi gasped like it was a cardinal sin. You apologized by giving him a ghost hat. It floats.

Bonolenov

Your chaotic sunshine energy makes him SO mad at first. You’re just so unserious.

One time you joined him during one of his ceremonial dances and mimicked him PERFECTLY but added ghosty spins and flaming twirls.

Everyone expected him to yell, but Bonolenov just… watched. Then slowly nodded.

“You are a ridiculous, death-touched little beast,” he said. You curtsied.

Franklin

Surprisingly chill about you from the start. You’re weird, sure, but he’s met worse.

He actually likes how you don’t flinch around him or call him scary. You just walk up like “Whoa you’ve got such a THUNDERGRUMBLY aura!!! Wanna touch my ghost???”

Franklin: “...Not especially.”

But you do anyway. And he kind of… enjoys it?? It’s warm. Calming. You say his ghosts are “heavy with regret but gentle underneath.” He doesn’t deny it.

He watches your antics and chuckles sometimes. You call him Big Boom Uncle now.

Uvogin

Thinks you’re hilarious.

You’re the only person who can sneak up on him and get away with it. Your spirits make creepy little whispers and Uvo just finds it funny.

One time you spooked him while he was half-drunk and he screamed like a goat. He tackled you in revenge but you laughed the whole time.

He once dared you to set a tree on fire with a ghost. You did, but then made it dance before it collapsed. He applauded like you won a talent show.

You ride on his shoulders now. Constantly.

He says you’re a “tiny flaming haunted clown” and he adores you.

Feitan

Immediately dislikes you. Like, visibly recoils the first time you call him “Little Goth Gremlin.”

Your fire ghosts confuse him. They don’t obey you like puppets. They float, flicker, giggle, mock.

But when you enter serious mode and your smile drops, your spirits grow menacing. That’s when Feitan finally respects you.

You once floated up behind him, ghostly arms waving, and said “BOO.”

Feitan screamed. Loud. He denies it.

After that, he avoids you- but also follows you when you go out at night. He says it’s to protect the mission, but he’s just… interested.

Machi

Barely tolerates you at first. Thinks you’re annoying and fake. Too bubbly.

But when you casually stitch up someone’s wound with fire ghost tendrils while humming a lullaby about death, she does a double take.

Your jokes make her groan but she secretly finds you kind of entertaining.

She likes that you can sense pain in others. She’s seen you leave little flaming ghosts near injured Troupe members when they sleep, whispering comfort to them.

She’ll never admit it, but she lets one of your ghosts sleep on her shoulder sometimes. It purrs. She scowls at it but doesn’t move it.

Shalnark

Loves your Nen ability. Wants to test its properties, record the ghost reactions, see if they’re coded with memories or something.

You keep telling him “They just like to have fun! They're not tech-savvy!”

He once caught one of your ghosts in a jar just to see what would happen. You cried for ten seconds and then cursed his house with fire fleas. 

You make fun of his phone constantly. “Are you a radio ghost? Do you talk to the dead? Are YOU the ghost???”

Shalnark loves your energy. You both team up for mischief. You’re his ghostly little goblin sidekick now.

Shizuku

Doesn’t get you at all. But she doesn’t mind you either.

She asks if your ghosts ever clean. You say no. She says they’re lazy.

You once pretended to be possessed and flopped down with your tongue out. She just stared at you for ten seconds then left.

Your ghosts like her. They hover around her quietly and she lets them.

You once had a full conversation with Blinky. Shizuku found it oddly comforting.

Phinks

ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED OF YOU. Pretends he’s not. Fails miserably.

The first time you materialized from a dark hallway with fire ghosts flickering around your head like a demon crown and whispered “Time to go to hell~” in a singsong voice- 

Phinks dropped his sandwich and ran.

Now he side-eyes you like you’re cursed. You keep sneaking up on him and he keeps swinging on instinct. You think it’s hilarious.

“WHY DO YOU MOVE LIKE THAT- WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO SKIP BACKWARDS WHILE UPSIDE DOWN??”

You once appeared in the mirror behind him brushing your hair and he screamed. Then chased you with a chair.

Your goal is to make him piss himself before the year ends.

Nobunaga

He tries to act chill but you rattle him.

You’re always popping up behind him whispering, “Would you like to be cremated or buried~?”

He pulls his sword out every time, but you’re never really threatening.

“You’re weird,” he mutters constantly. “Like… clown-witch weird.”

He tolerates you the most when you’re quiet. He’ll sit by you while you talk to your ghosts and pretend he’s not listening.

He once woke up with one of your ghosts spooning him. He panicked so hard he swung at air for ten minutes.

[kaliuchisangel]

can you do a Malachi x reader one where reader is like a great tumbler and does really cool flops on the tour

Eyes on You

Pairing: Malachi Barton x reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: Fluff

Requests: open

A/N: ofc. I hope you like this. Enjoy!

The backstage area was alive with chaos—stagehands hustling with cables, dancers stretching in the wings, the heavy thump of bass from the act onstage rattling the floor. You stood near the curtain, earbuds in, running through the routine in your head.

Your role wasn’t just dancing—you were the one with the insane tumbling passes everyone whispered about. Flips that made the crowd scream louder than the pyrotechnics.

“Hey,” a familiar voice called softly, pulling you from your thoughts.

You turned to find Malachi leaning casually against a lighting rig, hands shoved in his jacket pockets. Even in the half-lit backstage glow, he had that infuriating smile—the one that was equal parts comforting and distracting.

“Nervous?” he asked, tilting his head as he stepped closer.

You sighed, bouncing lightly on your toes. “A little. It’s the biggest crowd we’ve had so far. If I mess up one flip—”

“You won’t.” He cut you off, his voice steady. “You’re literally the best tumbler I’ve ever seen. Everyone’s been waiting for your part of the show. No pressure.”

“Wow, thanks,” you muttered sarcastically, though the corner of your mouth betrayed a smile.

“Seriously, Y/N,” Malachi said, and this time there was no teasing in his tone. “You’re gonna kill it. I’ll be right here watching.”

The stage manager’s voice cut through the comms: “Dancers, ready in thirty seconds!”

Your heart pounded as you joined the line heading onstage. Malachi gave you a thumbs-up from the shadows.

The moment you stepped into the blinding stage lights, the roar of the crowd swallowed you whole. You barely heard the music cue, but your body knew what to do.

The opening tumbling pass came fast—a round-off, three back handsprings, then a full-twisting layout that landed perfectly center stage. The arena erupted.

You didn’t have time to bask in it—your muscles carried you straight into a whip pass, your feet flipping over your head in effortless rhythm with the beat. Each landing sent another wave of cheers crashing through the venue.

Somewhere in the corner of your eye, you saw Malachi peeking from behind the curtain, his jaw literally hanging open.

You hit the final sequence: a punch front into an aerial, rolling to your knees as the pyro burst behind you. The timing was perfect. The crowd lost their minds.

When the number ended, you held your finishing pose for an extra beat, soaking in the sound of thousands of fans screaming.

The moment you made it offstage, Malachi was waiting.

“That. Was. INSANE.” He clapped obnoxiously, drawing stares from the crew. “I’m not even kidding, I think my heart stopped halfway through that first pass.”

You laughed breathlessly, tugging your water bottle from the table. “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not!” He stepped closer, eyes shining. “The crowd was freaking out. People in the front row were literally filming just you. Twitter’s gonna be on fire tonight.”

“Oh, please,” you muttered, though your cheeks warmed.

“No, really,” Malachi said, his voice softening. “You just stole the whole show, Y/N. I swear I’m dating a superhero.”

“Superhero?” you teased. “Is that what we’re calling tumblers now?”

“Yes,” he said without hesitation, grinning. “Because no regular human can flip like that. You defy gravity. And i—”

He cut himself off, but the look in his eyes made your chest ache.

“—you what?” you asked quietly.

Malachi gave a small, crooked smile. “I’m your number one fan. That’s all I was gonna say.”

Before you could respond, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you in a quick, warm hug that caught you completely off guard. And then, in true Malachi fashion, he kissed your cheek, right there in the middle of the bustling backstage hallway.

“Malachi!” you whispered, half-scandalized, half-smiling as the crew erupted in teasing oohs and whistles.

He just smirked, tugging you closer by the hand. “What? You deserved a little celebration.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket with notifications—clips from your performance already going viral. But none of it mattered as much as the way Malachi was still looking at you, like you’d just moved the world.

And maybe, in that moment, you really had.

[conundrumsofphilosophy]

I seriously don’t know how this “ask” thing works, but what do you think the mercs would do on a beach day? Beach days for fictional characters are always so silly

i love this i freaking love beach days. i had so much fun writing these

scout

- he is beelining for the water. he loves swimming and doesn't get to often so as soon as they get there he is in the water splishing and splashing

- refuses to put sunscreen on (that's for wimps) so he gets sunburnt to hell and back and medic has to slather him in aloe vera gel when they get back to base

- will not be waiting 20 minutes after eating the sandwich engineer packed him before he gets back in the water. will get a cramp and will act like it doesn't even bother him to impress miss pauling (she's here in my beautiful mind) she is not impressed and will try to get him to get out of the water

- accidentally destroys some random kid's sandcastle so he'll sit down with them to help them rebuild it

soldier

- trying to catch fish with his bare hands. hoping to catch a shark

- getting buried in the sand and a sexy mermaid body sculpted on top of him. likely demo is the one burying him

- swims over to the others as sneakily as he can (not very) and tries to jump them (they heard him coming but they play along)

- eats sand /j

pyro

- brought ALL of the sand toys. water is not their thing so they're building masterclass sandcastles with engineer

- after too long in direct sun he gets really uncomfortable so he's laying face down on a towel under a big umbrella. melting

- walks along the shoreline looking for jellyfish. they have a stick to poke them with. also picks up shells and brings them to people

- he helps with the sexy mermaid body sculpting for soldier

demoman

- goes way out into the water and just floats in one spot. staring

- he's wasted obviously so pauling and heavy are keeping a very careful eye on him. him getting caught in a riptide could really ruin the beach day

- enjoys laying out in the sun. will probably lay his towel out beside sexy mermaid soldier and they'll stare at the sky until one or both are asleep

- WILL start a game of beach volleyball with the others and WILL be on the losing team

heavy

- sitting with medic and miss pauling. he's not much for swimming, and he feels responsible for making sure the other mercs don't die (demo) (soldier) (scout)

- he and engineer prepared the picnic. they got up so early and made. so many sandwiches

- will be coerced into volleyball. absolutely fucking dominates and his team wins every match

- actually applies sunscreen like a normal rational person because he burns BAD. medic does his back <3

engineer

- second person in the water when they get there. scout screamed at him while he was running there to join him and he will always cave to scout pressure

- the water is really nice on his joints and swimming helps his back so it's a good time all around for him. i think he is in pain all the time btw

- makes sure everyone eats something and has plenty to drink. papa

- literally keels over laughing at sexy mermaid soldier. it catches him so off guard when he sees it and it makes him lose his shit. he'll think about it a week later and start laughing again. and nobody brought a camera so he only has the mental picture

medic

- swimming is sensory hell for him so he opts out. but he still enjoys the beach because he gets to watch his peers being idiotic

- referees the beach volleyball match. he doesn't know anything about volleyball (neither does anyone else really.) he's just happy to be here

- delights in the shells pyro brings him and he keeps all of them forever. he has a little jar of them in his office

- he and miss pauling had a miscommunication error in the planning and they both brought the same overpacked first aid kit so the team is. doubly prepared

sniper

- swimming very leisurely. i think he is a chronic pain sufferer so he takes it easy but it definitely helps ease some aches

- helps pyro get wet sand for his sandcastles so he doesn't have to keep getting up and down. brings him a couple pails of wet sand at a time and replenishes when needed

- absolutely falls asleep and gets a heinous sunglasses tan line

- absolutely terrible at volleyball but he plays anyways. he's on heavy's team so he gets to gloat even though he barely contributed

spy

- i really love the image of him being at the beach still in full suit. lounging on a beach chair with sunglasses on and a mimosa and one of those sun reflectors

- couldn't be bothered. he does not participate in any activities whatsoever except graciously receiving seashells from pyro (which he does appreciate. they're very pretty)

- might fall asleep a little bit. scout wakes him up to ask him if he should try some move on miss pauling. he tells him absolutely not and immediately falls back asleep

- somehow he doesn't overheat despite being in layers in the sun. magic man

~

keep the requests coming :3 love you guys

[ablobwhowrites]

yandere TF2 idea again cause I cannot stop the TF2 brainrot

Thinking about a mercenary y/n who has never set foot into a kitchen but one day y/n found a magazine about food and without a recipe has made the same thing as the magazine and taste absolutely amazing but y/n is like "man, I put one to many drops of frosting on it." And their team ask if they could cook again and just give a picture of what they want and y/n just makes it exactly and taste amazing. But sometimes they have to ask Pauling if she could get these specific ingredients for a recipe and she does cause she gets free meals from y/n if she can.

Once engineer asked if y/n could work a grill and engineer brought out his full ass grill cause it was one of those free days on both sides and y/n is like "I got some steaks and hamburger patties in the fridge I can probably cook." With y/n working the grill, the seasoning and everything even got the blue side to join in and now y/n is forced to cook cause scout will eat nothing else if y/n doesn't cook it as well as the other mercenaries but pyro will probably just stare at y/n like those dogs who give you the saddest look for your food.

Y/n also cooks for holidays (their teammates ask if they can and y/n said yeah) and y/n gets the whole kitchen to themselves until they are done. Soldier also does 'check in' (it's a excuse to see y/n and maybe steal a quick bite before pyro chases him out) but when all the food is done, heavy and pyro and sniper help bring out the food cause spy, engineer and medic set up the tables. Scout sets up the dishes and silverware even though spy heavily criticizes how scout puts the plates and silverware. Demo just keeps spy and scout from fightin cause once everyone was about to eat, scout threw a plates and forks at spy but one hit demos eye patch and a butter knife was somehow lodged in engineers hardhat and also cause y/n asked demo if he could keep scout and spy from fighting.

Also y/n will wake up sometimes at the most inconvenient hours and make something to eat and just carry a plate or the whole dish into their room and eat it cause they had a craving (engineer found y/n laying on the bed with a empty dish of lasagna with fork in hand)

Y/n rn

(anyways that it for my yapping session, hope you guys like it but if you want more please don't feel shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

After watching the Hot Ones interview I have a headcannon that Logan (hasn't tried it yet) CANNOT handle spicy food 💗😭 Ororo and the reader make some dinner for the whole gang at the mansion and Logan is going pink and seeing spots lmao "bub i can't feel my lips" sjdjjfkdks and rogue is fanning him as Ororo gets him some icecream 😭

Oh poor logan 😅. I wrote this as soon as I saw it ngl I just really loved it and had alot of motivation for writing lol I hope you like it <3 request are still open as always And let me know if you'd like to be tagged! There's no warning just fluff! Please like, comment and reblog if you do enjoy my work, it means the world when you do this!

Ororo was excited to try this new recipe and was even more excited for everyone to try it once it was finished. She asked you to help with getting everything ready for the night, and you were excited to help in any way that you could. A few hours went by, and once everything was ready and everyone was gathered around the table, it was finally time to try the food!

Everything was going fine. The food was actually really good, a bit spicy, but nothing awful. You were sitting across from Logan at the table and felt him tap your leg with his foot from under the table like he usually does when he wants your attention during these family dinners. You looked up and gasped. "Logan?!" Everyone looked over to see what was going on, and they gasped as well.

Logan had gone pink, was close to going bright red right in front of you, and he looked as if he was sweating. "Bub... I can't feel my lips." Rogue leaped from her seat and started fanning him. You got up and rushed to get him a cool rag to put on his neck. "Don't get up! I don't want you to pass out Lo, " you yell from the hall. As you were gone, Ororo noticed that Logan was blinking rapidly as if he was trying not to pass out.

Ororo got up and took the plate away from him before replaced it with a bowl of ice cream. "Eat this instead, I'm changing that beer for some milk."

You came back and placed the rag on his neck softly and started to help him eat the plain vanilla ice cream since he seemed to be shaking. "Honey, why didn't you tell me you can't handle spice?" you asked, and Logan nearly whimpered. "I didn't think it'd be this bad." He took small bites and rested against you as he ate.

Scott started laughing, and Rogue stopped the fanning, ready to yell at him for Logan if he needed her to. He let her because he did not have the energy to handle Scott for the time being. Logan closed his eyes and continued eating his ice cream as he tuned out Rogue yelling at Scott for laughing at his pain.

Who knew spice would be what took out the wolverine?

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[axl-ion]

Mercs reacting to distressed!Reader respawning for the first time!

An annon request.

Scout:

When realising the reader is distressed, he's very gentle. He may have a coach moment like "Yeah, this happens. But we won't let it stop us! Because we are the mighty Team RED!" but only if it gets extremely awkward. He will either hug the reader or put his hands on their shoulders, just really letting them know his presence.

Soldier:

Soldier's reaction to reader's first Respawn is pretty drill sergeant-esque before noticing distress. When he does, he'll give the reader a helmet and tells them to back away until they calm down, will go periodically check up on them tho, making sure not to rocket jump close to them.

Pyro:

Pyro will stick to a distressed reader. They know how anxiety inducing revival can be, she has gone through with it multiple times like everyone else. Seeing anxiety in people wakes up Pyro's old training from before he was well... Pyro. Basic training on how to take care of people in risk of shock.

Demoman:

Demoman's earliest reaction is a bump on the shoulder. Maybe a shoulder hug. He's happy to see the reader has made it out. When seeing the distress he may give reader an empty bottle and have them play it like a flute. This is what helps him, so he applies the same logic to them. If it doesn't work, he'll still stick by the reader, making sure they don't harm themselves in any way.

Heavy:

Heavy will always stick by anyone in distress, unless it's an inconvenience. If that happens, he'll put the reader in a safe space, letting them calm down peacefully on their own, maybe giving them a banana or sandwich if the reader is hungry. After whatever the threat was, is dealt with, Heavy will return to the reader and once again hang out around them, until they are OK.

Engineer:

Engineer usually calms people down with words of reassurance, maybe a bit of guitar if there's enough downtime during a battle. He'll make sure the reader stays in the Sentry nest, because it's a safe place.

Medic:

Medic won't let the reader out of his sight. While his choice of words isn't usually really good, usually not getting personal in conversations and staying on an objective level, he'll still make sure reader doesn't get hurt. He'll keep the Medibeam on them or hand them his Bonesaw for a bit, maybe try to entertain them with a short (but horribly told) joke.

Sniper:

Sniper will keep reader by his side, a bit further away from the fight until they calm down. He usually gets talkative, when trying to calm people down, mainly to hide that he himself is panicking whenever someone in his vicinity is also panicking. If fight gets somehow to them, he may even protect the reader with his own body or reassure them that he'll wait for them in the Respawn.

Spy:

The only place the reader is catching the Spy after respawn is also in the area, since Spy is usually very much behind the enemy lines. If the reader was to somehow find themselves there, Spy would not be the kindest, but he will let go of those negative feelings. When in the Respawn together, Spy may have a surprisingly fatherly attitude towards the reader, but only until someone else enters the spawn. But he does make sure to let the reader know it is OK.

[multiheadcanons]

REQUEST: TF2 MERCS AND FOOD

scout: okay, we’re gonna breeze past all scout knowing is twerk be bisexual eat hot chip and lie. we’re gonna hold that space, and now we’re gonna move on. scout can cook a bird like a son of a bitch. he can roast a turkey like nobody’s business. he cannot cook anything else. he has successfully made a turducken. heavy handed with the pepper. master spatchcocker. he puts like no effort into it and the bird just snaps. he’ll cook when he’s pissed at medic so he can cut up bird carcasses and tell him his doves are next. really, he’ll eat anything. except sushi. he hates the texture of raw fish.

soldier: he keeps an emergency stash of MREs in his room. normally not allowed in the kitchen. is allowed on the grill. he will use a thermometer when he cooks meat. no american is above salmonella. he is kind of picky, but doesn’t complain since he’s normally not cooking. he doesn’t like soups. doesn’t like anything too soft, really. he would like to work for his calories.

pyro: NOT ALLOWED IN THE KITCHEN. NOT ALLOWED WITHIN TEN FEET OF THE GRILL. CHASE THEM OFF IF SEEN IN THOSE LOCATIONS. pyro has not been, is not, and will never be willingly allowed near the cooking areas since the base fire of ‘74. nobody likes to talk about it. it was a bad day for everyone involved. if pyro begs, they might get to mash garlic. pyro genuinely only knows twerk be bisexual eat hot chip and lie. pyro LOVES spice. the hotter the better. willingly eats ghost peppers raw. and, contrary to popular belief, pyro hates sweets. doesn’t like the taste of sweet and how it coats their mouth. a sweet treat is very rare for them. they like a good pumpkin pie, or a nice sweet potato if they absolutely need something sweet. even fruit sometimes is too much. they like kiwis and pineapples because they sting a little. allergic to carrots

demo: demo is a master of meat. butchering, trimming, dressing, marinating, seasoning, roasting, frying, baking, pan searing. any way in which meat could be cooked demo can and has cooked it that way. once tried to cook a pork roast with a bomb. came back with soldier and tried to cook another one with a rocket. he is a scientist, and he likes to play with his food too. hates sour stuff. he can feel it in his eye socket. otherwise not picky about food. loves blueberries. hates raspberries. tries weird food combinations for his ratatouille moment. will physically fight anyone for the last piece of pizza.

heavy: soup master. cooks for twenty seven every time it’s his turn to cook. has a crazy mental catalogue of every soup known to man and can make a different soup every time. also is the one who knows exactly what is in the fridge at all times and when it will expire. resident grocery shopper with snipes. his job is to have the list prepared so all snipes has to do is take the list and not deviate. it takes them about a week of planning everything down to the budget. not very good with meats, but he can get it cooked. just may be overdone. sensitive stomach, can’t just eat garbage and be fine. there’s something about watching him read and absentmindedly eat grapes as he does so. forces pyro to eat fruit. like chases him around with an apple. his dedication from nutrition came from medic. he found the science behind it interesting, and thinks that caring for your body is one of the best things you can do for it. insane spice tolerance, but he hates spice. get this man on hot ones. his favorite spice is coriander. he likes saying it.

engineer: engie is a master at some good comfort food. he remembers his mama, god rest her soul, telling him as a young boy if he likes to eat he better like to cook. and buddy, does he love to cook. can make a sourdough starter from scratch. his favorite meal to cook and eat are chicken and dumplings. everyone fights for the chicken and dumplings. everyone begs him to make the chicken and dumplings. he’s so extra, he shapes the dumplings into hearts. like his mama used to do on his birthday. everyone eats that shit up they love engie when he’s in the kitchen. always willing to learn a recipe for someone, and the designated chef for birthdays. everyone normally wants the same thing on their birthdays, so it’s a fairly easy job. killer cornbread maker. medic once begged him to make an eggs benedict. he’d never tried before, but gave it a go. it came out pretty okay!the doctor would’ve appreciated it if everything were burned to a crisp, though. he was desperate.

medic: NOT ALLOWED IN THE KITCHEN. NOT ALLOWED WITHIN TEN FEET OF THE GRILL. KILL WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE IF FOUND IN THESE AREAS. medic should never be allowed in a kitchen. he’s messy, he’s chaotic, he enters and exits a room in whirlwinds, his hands are normally bloody. is has a basic grasp on cooking. pretty okay on the grill, but after the base fire of ‘74 he and pyro got banned. not picky at all, just has foods he likes more than others. has tried human meat in a taco. he didn’t mind it! a little too tough for him. might make a better burger. he likes to play in food too much to be given the responsibility to cook. he can help if he wants to, though. normally he brings alcohol and that’s his contribution to team dinners. a good bottle of wine or a 12 pack of beer. loves the concept of edible flowers. he and pyro will ruin a meal by demolishing that shit in edible glitter. please keep them out of the kitchen. he loves a good eggs benedict but he’s the only one who can consistently make hollandaise sauce and properly poach an egg. and he’s not allowed in the kitchen. so the days of the benedict of eggs are gone. eats sauerkraut out of the jar.

sniper: kitchen and grill bodyguard. will fire a warning shot once before headshotting the Banished. past that, you didn’t hear it from me, but snipes is a phenomenal baker. he‘s got a kiss the cook apron. he’ll only bake if he’s the only one in the base. the team will come back from whatever they’re doing to fresh pastries. warm bread. cookies baked to perfection. then he walks in and goes “oh, who did all of this” and the whole team won’t know. but as he watches them dig in, it warms his heart a little. he wishes that they would stop groaning when they ate though, he’s pretty sure they’re not that good. heavy is the only one who has intuited that it’s sniper making the pastries, but sniper doesn’t know that he knows. he keeps the secret though. resident grocery shopper with heavy. his job is to get them in and out of the store as fast as possible with no room for impulse buys. he and heavy are the only ones with enough discipline to resist going over the budget. lets heavy get the produce while he sprints for everything else. their record time is 30 minutes excluding checkout. brutal shopper. will casually move your cart, and you, to get what he needs. sometimes he will begin it with excuse me. but he’s not on the clock. he is trying to get out of there as fast as possible. has also tried human meat. not bad! he’d eat it if he had to.

spy: of course spy knows how to cook. he’s great at it. but do you think he’s actually cooking? he’s only in that kitchen when it’s fend for yourself night, and he does not show pity. yes he does make ratatouille. has a very refined palette. unless he himself is sick. then he’ll literally drink bath water if he can keep it down. once cried when eating a soup heavy made. it was the best thing he’d tasted in his life. keeps a snack basket and carafe in his room so he doesn’t have to be seen in the kitchen. loves some spice, but has a low spice tolerance. he’ll still eat a chili raw. he’ll never admit it but he loves getting to try everyone else’s cooking. it fascinates him, at least if they’re decent cooks. feels a little bad he’ll probably never get to try medic’s cooking. he’s sure the man knows his way around a bratwurst. jam and marmalade connoisseur. his favorite is orange. will literally moan over a good croissant and jam. loves his french breakfast of a croissant, a coffee and a cigarette.