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🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

Haha, broadly speaking now it's the general motivation to write. Brain's not as buzzing and I don't usually like to force it. More specifically I have that time travel snprspy wip foresight that won't write itself for some reason, lol. I don't know how to smoothly connect Plot Point A to Plot Point B, which leads me to think I just need to rework the flow of events and that is annoying! u_u

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🖍

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

"I'm rarely wrong," Spy says, infuriatingly nonchalant. "I certainly know when I'm disliked, and I have the feeling you don't dislike me."

Heartbreaking: worst guy sniper knows finds a way to be correct in the worst possible way.

(amnesia fic)

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for the ask meme: 🤔!

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet

god i've been turning over this rspy/bsniper/bspy or bsniper/rspy/rsniper situation in my head with a tied up person shotcalling some nasty stuff for the other two to follow through but i really cant start another wip or nothing will get finished. but also i cant decide who should be tied up. u_u

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Describe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

nonconsensual organ donation + medic likes to have a good time = the coworker you hate now has your heart

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An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on you WIP(s)

I am also procrastinating actually writing. If you’ve multiple works in progress you can give a different answer every time!

🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

💾What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

Enjoy!

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[TF2] two bottom problem

Rated: E Ship: Sniper/Spy Note: pwp, coworkers with benefits, top!sniper (but he'd rather not)

It's Sniper's turn to top and he's going to complain about it.

Read: AO3

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[tf2] bullet points (PK2025 Round Up)

For organization purposes, I have rounded up all the short TF2 fills I've done for PrideKisses2025 on AO3.

Thanks again for the comments. They really helped motivate me during the month, haha.

READ: AO3

New fills:

Day 16: Awkward Kiss - RED Scout/BLU Scout

Day 17: War's End Kiss - RED Sniper/BLU Spy

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future!spy/sniper/past!spy anon here. currently pacing around my room like a mad man, and considering eating my phone. thank u for answering my frankly deranged message. Ya Did Good

It was my pleasure, anon. A deranged* message like that often motivates me to write something I'll be on the cusp of "nah, maybe not". SO IT'S ALL BC OF YOU. Thank YOU. :')

*it was not so deranged, LOL. thank u for also adding that you understood why it wouldn't have been written. I think that motivated me more than anything!!

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clawing at the walls I UNDERSTAND WHY U DIDN’T WRITE IT. BUT I NEED THE FUTURE!SPY/SNIPER/PAST!SPY PWP. I AM YOWLING FROM THE ROOFTOPS I NEED THAT PWP SO BAAAAAAAAAD

ahahhahaha, well... who am I to say no to a low stakes this-never-happened pwp. here you go, sweet anon! I hope this is ok.

(for those needing context, pls read hindsight)

Rating: Explicit Note: playing around with how to differentiate between past and future spy. Past!Spy is simply Spy. Future!Spy is Espion, rather than Rouge/RED Spy. For fun.

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“Are you paying attention?” his future self asks. “Tu fais quoi?” And because there’s no reason to speak in English, he continues in French, “Stop that. Don’t touch him. This is important.”

It’s so strange hearing his own voice. Spy has heard imitations of it before and obviously recordings, but it’s the real thing this time. Everything from the measured cadence to the low undercurrent of hissing syllables that only come out when he’s slightly annoyed. Recognizing the warning, Spy lets go of Sniper’s neck. He’s rewarded by Sniper gasping, clawing one had at his dress shirt in an attempt to keep him close.

“Fuck off, how’s this fair?” Sniper groans, a shaky mess on the camper floor under Spy. He sucks in a breath and glares at the other spy, the correct spy of his time, perched on the dining table to watch the two of them. With a growl, he reels Spy in, rolling his hips. “Let ‘im do what he wants to me.”

Spy makes a wordless noise, trying to keep his voice from cracking, his heart from pounding and twisting with want. Of course, his future self would know all about it anyway���and therein lies the most difficult part of this. He’s so engrossed with the hot feeling of Sniper around him that he can hardly keep track of his own thoughts. The only thing keeping him grounded is the sound of his own voice—not really truly his own, the future version of himself, Espion—and the verbal commands he hears and what he thinks in his own head are beginning to be one and the same. 

“I’m teaching him what you like and how you like it,” Espion says, switching back to English. He taps the ash away from his cigarette before he taps the tip of his shoe against Sniper’s chin, lifting it by a careful inch, which Sniper allows. “I’m being more than fair. Your younger self will appreciate it.” Then, to Spy, he says, “What did I say? Hold still.”

Spy has to shut his eyes for a moment to stop instinctively rutting into Sniper. The calm way Espion speaks reminds Spy of the old ruthless instructors from his youth. If it hadn’t been for Sniper writhing and gasping beneath him, Spy would’ve expected a ruler to be brought out to smack against his knuckles. Or, who knows, maybe a ruler might come out if Sniper is into that sort of thing. Judging from the way Sniper is grabbing the front of Spy’s shirt in frustration, that might not be the case.

He tries to mirror the same detachment as his older self. He wants to learn as much as he can to make up for the blunders he will no doubt do in the future. But he also wants to touch and hold. Now. Always now. Ever since he has seen his own future, and it’s a curse.  

“I like you fucking me, without stopping every three seconds!” Sniper snaps, desperate, and has to bite back his complaint as Spy accidentally thrusts deeper into him. He moans, loud. “Y-yeah, just like that-”

Spy feels Sniper tighten, and he’s about to damn the lesson to hell to put his mouth over Sniper’s, but Espion reaches down to yank him back by the shirt collar. It doesn’t stop Spy from moving in small, jerky motions, but Espion slides next to him, angling himself at just the right position to block Spy’s view of Sniper slowly turning into a babbling wreck. He murmurs in Spy’s ear.

“You are still not going to know what to do with him sometimes,” his future says privately, reaching for Spy’s jaw to get him to look elsewhere, “I will give you another hint about him; your sniper will do things to you that you will never predict.”

Spy shudders. “I’ve realized that.” He tries to shift away from Espion’s grasp, but the hold under his chin is firm. With a quiet snarl, “You’re teasing him, and you’re punishing me.”

“You should know I’m not above petty revenge,” Espion says with a sharp smile. His hand drops towards Sniper’s dribbling length, flushed hard and red, and gives it a squeeze. “Consider this payback for upsetting him. Watch me now. He likes this part rough.”

“I’m you,” Spy chokes. The whimpering sound Sniper makes could’ve ended him there, and he knows Sniper has learned some French over the years, but even if he could hear them whisper, Sniper looks too far gone to care, overstimulated by Spy driving into him and Espion’s merciless hand at his cock. 

“Ah, but I don’t like me very much,” Espion says, “I think you already know that.” 

It becomes very clear then what Espion is trying to do. Spy feels himself tipping at the edge, even though his future self is denying him what he really wants. It’s no wonder why Espion had been unbothered by this entire thing—the fucking is all mechanical, near meaningless, driven by bodily instinct. It doesn’t matter that Spy has the older Sniper in complete a mess on the floor, the two of them overwhelmed by the burning need of release. 

Espion is not detached. Not unbothered at all. He's furious with Spy, with himself, and he's making sure Spy can see it.

Spy tries to lean forward, heady with desire, but Espion gives him a light touch against his chest, and that’s enough to make Spy stop.

Espion bends down over Sniper and takes the kiss for himself, deliberately slow and too affectionate for Spy to fully comprehend, and knows that Spy is watching it all.

Spy comes, spilling inside Sniper as pleasure whips through him, but that’s no comparison to the shot of intense jealousy through his chest, burning hot. It’s only until Espion twists his hold around Sniper that Sniper comes as well, his cries muffled as Espion kisses him through it. 

As Sniper’s grip on Spy goes slack, Espion gives Spy a wry grin.

“Lesson learned?” he asks. 

Spy falls back, panting and shivering. He bares his teeth. “Yes.”

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sorry for the odd question but were you demonbunny back on deviantart?

Yes, that's me! That account is 21 years old and not in use. I actually no longer recognize the site, it's gone through so many changes since I left, haha.

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[TF2] autobalance

Rating: T Ship: Sniper/Spy Note: Established relationship, video game mechanics, Originally written for PrideKisses 2025: Seductive Kiss.

Summary: Spy suffers from team switching mid-match.

Read: AO3

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[tf2] public kiss

Rating: T Ship: Sniper/Spy Note: Technically it's unfinished but it got way too long for the joke anyway. Originally written for PrideKisses 2025: Day 24 - Public Kiss.

Summary: Sniper resorts to using spy-like tactics to rescue Spy very badly.

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They are going over the layout and blueprints for a quick and easy infiltration mission when Spy makes a thoughtful noise of interest. The stack of dossiers in his lap nearly fall from his lap. Sniper reaches over to grab a few and set them back on the table next to his rifle parts.

At Sniper’s questioning look, Spy chuckles. 

“According to Miss Pauling, the mercenary captain recently ended a relationship of seven years,” he says offhandedly, waving the file. “Apparently they were quite serious. About to move to Barcelona. It even says they were to adopt a little black and brown dachshund. How unfortunate.”

Sniper raises one skeptical eyebrow.

“Sounds like irrelevant gossip,” he grunts, going back to putting his cleaned rifle together.

“True,” Spy admits. “But you never know when the extra information will come in handy.”

Sniper very generously doesn’t roll his eyes at Spy.

He says, with all the blissful indifference of not knowing the future, “Doubt it.”

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Thirteen hours later, Spy spends some time thinking about how useless the dossiers had been while tied up to a chair. Occasionally his train of thought stops when a fist collides into his face.

Spy spits out some blood. 

He keeps staring at the mercenary captain, dismally thinking about the only thing he knows about her; I was informed about your recent break up, how awful, so sorry to hear, please stop torturing me for information I clearly have but will not say. 

The good news; he’s in a room full of women. He is, after all, a renown ladykiller of the metaphorical sense. 

The bad news; they do not want anything to do with him. As Scout would say—them players are battin’ for a different team. His charms are quite useless here.

Secondary good news; Sniper is still outside the base, no doubt calling for reinforcements.

Spy just has to hold out until then. Easy enough. Now he waits for the other shoe to drop. Trouble comes in pairs, after all.

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait very long. The second shoe comes just five minutes later when Sniper bursts through the door of the Interrogation Chamber, escorted by two beautiful lackeys with guns pointed at him. Sniper looks unharmed, but grim. One of the lackeys is holding Sniper’s rifle case, which strikes Spy as odd.

The mercenary captain glances at Sniper, clearly unimpressed.

“Who is this?” she says, turning back to Spy. “Another one of you?”

“He’s no o-” Spy begins.

“He’s my lover,” Sniper announces, with an unprecedented amount of awkward confidence, bordering on delusional. 

A shocked silence fills the room. Spy doesn’t know who looks more surprised, him or the mercenary crew.

Before any sort of paralyzing horror overtakes his body, Spy attempts to tongue out his back tooth that contains the cyanide. No such luck. One of the ladies had punched out a good amount of his orally hidden miniature inventory. He only has his back molar containing the world’s tiniest smoke bomb.

Meanwhile, the mercenary captain looks skeptical. “Really?”

Spy opens his mouth. He shuts it with a grimace. The mental fortitude required to agree is beyond his skill. He dislikes telling the truth in any case, especially tied to a chair. He’s not about to start now.

With a certain undercurrent of desperation, bafflement, and complete irritation, Sniper answers for him, “Yeah! Really!”

Spy stares, aghast, as Sniper starts shaking. Apparently wracked with… emotion. Seizures. A stroke. Perhaps an aneurysm. Sniper falls to his knees, suddenly weak, and pathetically grasps at the pants of his captives.

In between the confused scrambling and ladies fumbling to get him back to his feet, Sniper shoots a look at Spy, doing something with his expression that implies that Spy should play along somehow, but Spy is so stunned by the display that he cannot contrive a way to make this even less unbearable than torture.

“I told ya, I’ll pay any ransom for him,” Sniper says, turning his wide eyes towards the captain. “I’ll have the money.”

He then proceeds to name a figure amount so ridiculous Spy is further stunned into a different realm of existence. His spirit has left his body, and he could quite possibly be in Hell. It’s one thing to think highly of oneself, but Spy couldn’t sanely price himself so high a ransom and feel good about it. At this point, it’s absurd. Judging from the baffled glances being exchanged by the mercenary crew, the women seem to be in agreement.

“Hey… look,” the captain starts, beginning to look uncomfortable. “You seem to care for him a lot, I feel you, but...”

She gestures over to Spy, waving her hand to encompass the whole of him, in a way that suggests that Spy isn’t really worth the money. Spy can’t even bring himself to look offended. 

“If I may…” Spy tries, not even trying to wiggle out of his ties anymore. “There’s no need for all this. I’m quite capable of rescuing myself. Not that I don’t… appreciate it.”

“That’s so…” Sniper says, faltering. A brief flash of annoyance crosses his face before he takes a deep breath to nearly—tearfully—grit out, “...’Course you’d say that. I ain’t leaving you.”

“No,” Spy says, “You should leave.”

“Oh,” says the captain, sounding just as relieved. “Well, there you have it. He doesn’t want to be rescued. You can stop that wailing now.”

Sniper stops wailing, much to Spy’s relief, but only to continue his bereaved outburst with words.

“I just… I just want to kiss him one last time,” Sniper says, sounding like he’s hyperventilating, which very might be the case. He’s turning so red that if Sniper simply exploded from embarrassment, Spy would assume that is a part of the plan for their escape. “Please… we l-love each other… so m-much…can’t leave without… a kiss.”

Spy believes his expression is the least enamored it could possibly look. Sniper is not a very good actor. He looks like he wants to murder Spy himself while declaring his love at the same time.

Spy attempts to look overcome with emotion. In a way, he certainly is.

Sniper turns dramatically to the captain, hand over his heart. Spy is familiar with enough plays and operas and the general pacing of romantic tragedies to recognize that Sniper is about to deliver a very impassioned monologue.

“Please, we were just about to take a trip to Spain, Barcelona, during the winter, and adopt a dachshund puppy… black, with little brown spots…”

“Huh?” Spy says.

“It’s just that we’ve been together for seven years-” Sniper says, louder over Spy’s noise of confusion, and puts his face into his hands to badly feign broken sobs. “-we have a lifelong plan together. You can’t break us up now.”

Through his fingers, Sniper glares at Spy.

Spy is about to glare back when the mercenary captain quickly swipes a hand over her misty eyes. From behind him, he hears one of the other ladies let out a quiet groan. 

“Oh, just let ‘em have one more kiss,” the captain says, voice cracking with genuine feeling.

Spy stares at the captain. He stares back at Sniper, mouth dropping. 

The ladies holding Sniper back quickly let him go with obvious relief. Sniper stumbles over to Spy, looking down at him with whatever the opposite of loving eyes happens to be. Very slowly, with eye-rolling gravitas, Sniper lowers himself close to Spy’s face.

“Play along, you stupid git,” Sniper growls out of earshot from the mercenary crew, and then grabs Spy’s head to crush their mouths together.

It’s one of the more unique passionate kisses Spy has ever received. Sniper’s tongue attempts to go down his throat and Spy almost chokes, but suddenly there’s something that suspiciously feels like a paperclip inside his mouth, and Sniper makes out with the last of Spy’s back molars, the one with the tiny smoke bomb in it. 

Sniper looks a little nauseated, pocketing Spy’s tooth in his cheek, but he gamely eases away, putting one hand over his mouth to feign more tearful emotion as he discreetly spits the tooth into his palm, which unfortunately has the effect of him drooling excessive saliva into his hand.

“...eugh,” mutters one of the ladies.

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★ anything in sniper^2spy^2 series!!

★ what was the scene you most wanted to write in [fic]? what was the hardest scene to write?

I love writing almost-mean yet strangely intimate dialogue; the scene in by proxy after "Simon says; put him to the wall" was so fun. Writing out bSpy's thoughts and comparisons between rSniper and rSpy's take on rSniper is neat, as well as bSpy totally missing the fact that rSpy is just as into him. That scene came very easily for me, one of the first sets of dialogue I wrote for that fic. The "especially for him" bit was foundational to the fic's theme.

Hardest scene to write was three of a kind's actual sex scene, HAHAH. I was breezing by the taunting/flirting but when it came down to the actual boning I was instantly bored of it. I think writing the mechanics of sex is kinda tedious and I actually didn't have any specific configuration planned. At first I was gonna have the spies blow sniper at the same time, or sniper riding, or dp. I actually wasn't too keen on what I went with at first (I initially wrote it off as too boring and cliched for some reason LOL), but once I took a step away and thought about the emotional highs and how to present them during the physical sex mechanics, it was manageable and turned out narratively satisfying in it's own way.

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☉ ungodly hour of the night for me rn but would would ever write a fic where sniper inetntionally takes his mask off around sniper, wait i think you showed a bit of on that wip snippet post, but also on in alotta your fics recently you have sniper getting what he can with it comes to pulling you the mask a bit or touching underneath it like in the hair cutting one or ther barber one. and i personally think its super fun because we got both of them a bit flustered,like spy from being touched where the mask usually covered and how sniper is looking at him wide eyed and sniper becauseee spys hot. byeah 👌 gnite

HAHAH. sorry for the delayed reply, life got busy but I hope you've gotten the chance to rest since then. :') And oooh, I have actually written Spy taking off his mask in a few fics (1, 2, 3), but I often like to write them as understated moments or not the main focus of the narrative. There are a lot of unmasking fics I've read that are really well done and fun and dramatic! I think I'm mostly contrary when it comes to wanting to put my own spin on things--mostly having to do with some kinda trust/competency (kink) between them. So there you have it, lol. Thank you so much, I will have to keep the idea of a more prominent unmasking idea in mind. :')

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?

As a beloved shitpost img once said: if it sucks, hit da bricks. I will literally give up at a drop of a hat, and I don't care if I'm, like, literally 100 words from finishing a fic. I'll start a new one or leave. If I'm not feeling it, I don't push myself too much. Occasionally I will have a change of scenery since I prefer writing at cafes or the library.

If the slump is real bad, I'll pick up a book and binge read; usually reading published novels will jumpstart my brain and get me thinking--even if I don't like the book. Why didn't I like it? What would I have done differently so that I would've liked better? And if the book is good then, well, I'm inspired. Win-win!

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∆ curious to know if youd change anything in hindsight? or is it still your perfect child.

On it's own, I wouldn't change a thing about hindsight, and I'm rarely the type to make big narrative edits to a story once it's posted out of sheer laziness and need to move on to the next shiny plot bunny. I'm still typing one word per month on the follow up foresight, but I did write myself into a hole with hindsight's ending that I wish I didn't do for dramatic effect, while also getting hit with hammers that is the thought of "it's actually better for the readers to imagine what went on during future!Spy's pov." I've mostly decided that I'll post foresight with a looping/open ended ending if anyone still has interest. Otherwise, I doubt I would post it officially. :')

ahah and hindsight is far from perfect. it is my child with shaken baby syndrome. (but I love it still. most fics i write for myself but that one I really did it for me). thank you for letting me yap about hindsight. ;__;

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♡ okay altering the question a tad, what comment across all your fics has stuck with you the most?

i've gotten a lot of great thoughtful and fantastically written comments (across all my fics, omg..) but I will tell you, there is something also delightful about some unhinged tagging or bookmark comments that aren't made for me to respond to (or see, really).

One I have every so often in the back of my mind was for a sniperspy fic I wrote in 2012 that I had tagged as fluff/slice-of-life. The bookmark comment complimented it but also pointed out it had an undercurrent of sadness and the ending was a little depressing. That stuck with me a lot; the fic had a happy ending and was a bit silly in that usual TF2 fashion so it took me by surprise! I never intended the fic to be sad/depressing at all. I think it was my first unconscious try at writing something that was humorous, sort of mundane, and melancholy--a tone that I would really enjoy writing and touching on years later. So, yeah. Thank you, bookmark commenter. It shifted a bit of my focus into actual words, and I've since practiced it a lot.

Bonus: the comment was made two years after I wrote the fic. What a great feeling to know there were people still reading that one, ahahah.

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♫ collar sniperspy series pls pls pls (LOVED THIS SERIES!!! truly like. opened my third eye on how i view their dynamic. absolutely adore it to the point that i made my bf read it lol)

omg thank you! I had a lot of fun writing that one (so much that I ended up writing more parts for it, lol). I don't exactly have any specific songs in mind for the collar fics other than Upper West Side in a fun kinda way;; Aiming for some vibe of unserious playful possessiveness.

♫ 3-5 song playlist

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Secrets I have held in my heart / Are harder to hide than I thought / Maybe I just wanna be yours / I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours

You're Mine - Phantogram

I used to be a rival / Yeah I had my distance / Whistling like a bullet in the sky

How You Like Me Now - The Heavy

See, I been a bad bad bad bad man / And I'm in deep, yeah / I found a brand new love for this man / And can't wait till you see.

Upper West Side - King Princess

I can't stop / I can't get enough of you, yeah / I can't stop judging everything you do / But I can't get enough of you