ArsonWithExtraSteps

Hello, you can call me Arson, Obsession or Fool!

ill be posting some fanfics here for people to hopefully enjoy :)

fandoms i enjoy the most are:

-fnaf

-tf2

-undertale / deltarune

-bendy and the ink machine

-splatoon

and more that i cant remember rn

Hello!!

I don't take requests currently, but you are more then happy to suggest ideas that I might consider doing!!

As for you request, I'm more doing fanfics where the reader isn't any type of merc, and more just a casual person in town that somehow ends up in situations with the mercs as I don't see alot of that!

TF2 Pyro x (gn) Reader

A Birthday Treat

Today was a day you’d been dreading for weeks, a day that happened every year, on the same day and always turned out the same. Your birthday. Most people had positive experiences with this day, celebrating it with friends or family or even using it as a time to treat themselves. 

But not you. 

You had the day off, you couldn't possibly think of going to work on your birthday, even if you didn't like the day you didn't want to spend it on your feet serving people who no doubt were having a better day than you. So here you were, at home rotting in bed trying to ignore the sun peaking through the curtains of your bedroom window and thinking about your life,  normal bed rotting thoughts. Giving a sigh to yourself, you wrapped yourself up more in the blanket trying to at least settle down for a nap. 

DING DONG!

You groaned, maybe if you just ignored it whoever it was would go away.. 

DING DONG! DING DO-DING-DING-DING-DING-!!

Okay that was getting pretty annoying. Soon you sat up, brushing your hair back (unless you're bald. Good for you) and fixed your pjs as you got up, making your way downstairs where that annoying sound was ringing out from the door. “ yeah yeah hold on–” you muttered annoyed as you reached out, opening the door. 

“HAMPHY MPHERDAY!!” came the enthusiastic, muffled voice of your fire loving friend, who threw up their arms before catching you in a hug, picking you up a little off the floor with a comforting squeeze. You laugh, not having expected it as they set you back on your feet before holding up a bag  that seemed full of…baking supplies?

You raised a brow as you let your gas masked friend inside, eyeing up the bag a little more as you shut the door. “Whatcha got there Pyro?” you asked finally, nodding to the bag. They only made their way over to  the kitchen, in which you followed, watching them place the ingredients onto the counter top and gesture to them. 

“mpherday mphhk!” 

“Birthday cake huh? We making one?” you asked, a smile gracing your lips at the thought that they'd gone through the trouble of grabbing the supplies to make a cake and came all the way into town for your birthday, just to bake a cake with you. Pyro nodded, pointing at you and making a heart with their hands. 

You smile more, feeling flattered. “You didn't have t-” they cut off your words, holding up a hand before shaking their finger. They were having none of it! This was a special day for their special friends and they would make it a good one for once!! You snorted a little at their dramatics, sighing softly before grabbing the both of you some aprons to wear. 

“ guess we better get started then huh?” you said back, which made Pyro nod clapping their hands before putting on their apron. 

Making the cake was.. Easier than you thought! What surprised you more was how good Pyro seemed to be at baking. Sure they needed a little help reading the measurement through the lenses of their mask, but other than that everything went as smooth as butter!

You were tasked with putting the cake in the oven, you were both mindful about Pyro and their fire making habits so they also understood why they weren't allowed to use the oven. Shutting the oven door, you grinned giving thumbs up to your merc friend, to which they gave a pair of thumbs up back. 

“Now to clean up…” you said looking at the empty egg shells on the counter, bits spilled flour and cocoa powder. Pyro huffed a little, they loved baking, but god they hated cleaning up afterwards… they normally just left the kitchen a mess for another merc to clean up. You didn't want to clean up either, but it had to be done-

You stopped mid thought, watching Pyro pick up some flour in their hand before staring at you. “...Pyro…” you said, squinting a little. They stepped towards you, even if they were masked you could sense the shit eating grin of mischief they had. “PyROO-!?” you squeaked dodging out the way as they threw the handful of flour in your direction. 

You shook your head, grinning “oh you wanna play like that huh?” you said grabbing your own handful of the powder, making them gasp and go to quickly grab another for themselves only to be met with a handful of flour to their masked face. You laughed, snickering at their poor stunned state, before screaming and giggling as they grabbed you. 

“NOOO COMMON  PYRO NOOOOAHHH-!!” you laughed out before squealing again as they slapped a handful of flour onto your head rubbing it in as payback, snickerning all the while as they held you.

“OKAY OKAY-!! You win!! I yield!!” you snicker as they let go of you, shaking their head to get  the flour off their mask, before grabbing a tea towel to wipe off the lenses. You patted down your pyjamas and apron to get some of the flour off before sighing. “Hang on, i'm going to change-” you told Pyro before heading upstairs again. 

After getting changed and cleaning up, you and pyro got to work making icing and frosting for the cake as it cooked and once it was cool enough you got to decorating. Sure it wasn't the prettiest cake, but the fact that you even had one for your birthday more than made up for it. The fact that Pyro made the effort to even be here with you. 

“Hey Pyro?” 

“Mpha?”

“..thanks for this i- ..yeah, thanks for being here” you smiled at them, only to be pulled into a loving hug and held there in their comforting embrace. You slowly hugged back, head resting against them as you smiled more. 

TF2 Bidwell x (gn) Reader

A Cup of Rain

A quiet grumble came from outside as the sky poured down rain. It had been a slow day at the diner not many people wanted to catch a bite to eat with their clothes soaked through. Well, that didn't stop one of the regulars from coming in after work, his red attire soaked through with his hat doing little to nothing from stopping his face also getting drenched. 

Though it wasn't odd to see Scout in the diner around this time on a Tuesday, it was definitely odd to see another man with him that didn't seem part of the main cast of characters that normally came here with him. 

He was shorter, but had the same sort of face as Scout, maybe his brother? You think quietly to yourself as you wipe down a table keeping an ear out. He was dressed in more appropriate attire for this type of weather, a suit protected by a long coat overtop, brandishing an umbrella with one hand which he shook off just outside the door so as to not drag in any water. Scout tried to move to a booth to sit before the other man grabbed his arm, giving a little frown. 

“ wipe off your feet- don't drag mud all over the place” he sighed as Scout huffed, grumbling as he wiped off his feet quickly before sliding into a booth. The other guy soon joined, sitting across, resting his umbrella up against his seat before looking over the menu. Since Scout had dined here many times before, he looked around for a free wait staff before locking eyes with you, a grin spreading on his face as he waved you down.

You gave a smile back, walking over notebook in hand, “nice to see you back again, brought a new friend this time?” you asked, which gave Scout a laugh as the other guy gave you a little glance before he continued to study the menu. 

“Nah this is my brother Biddy-!” 

“ That is not my name-”  the guy squinted at his younger brother. 

You gave a quiet chuckle at the brothers banter, giving a nod . “right- you having your normal order Scout?” you questioned, already writing it down as the male nodded. “You betcha! Bid, what are you gettin’?” he asked across the table to his brother, who set down the menu turning his attention to you. 

“Coffee and a waffle plate please” he said resting his hands ontop of eachother on the table. You gave another nod, writing it down with Scout’s order before smiling between them both. “Alright , that’ll be out with you in a moment” you turned away back towards the kitchen as the brothers started to talk between themselves. 

A few hours passed by, the diner didn't pick up much over the hours as the rain didn't stop and the sky got darker in return. Scout had actually up and left earlier, getting a call from  his work to head back. So now only left was Bidwell ( you found out this name by listening in, you didn't think he'd want to be remembered as ‘Biddy’) , who was still sitting in the booth,  some paperwork spread on the table next to his empty plate and half filled cup of coffee. 

He seemed deep in thought about something or other as he watched the rain trail down the glass of the window. You glanced over at the time then back at him… Your shift was almost  over so you decided to make a little conversion with the guy. 

“Enjoying the quiet time?” you ask, topping up his coffee and glancing at his paperwork. Mann Co huh… Bidwell gave a light scoff, but nodded. “Yeah, he sure knows how to yap” he chuckled, giving a small thanks as he took his cup, taking a small sip, relaxing back into the booth seat. 

“Work got you busy?” you inquired, nodding to the papers on the table. Bidwell gave a heavy sigh, nodded, “never a day of peace working for Mr. Hale I'll tell you that” he shook his head, eye studying the paperwork for a moment before he gathered them all up into a neat pile, tucking them back away into his coat. 

“Well my shift is about to end..maybe you'd like a bit of company?” you offered, you wouldn't be surprised if he turned you down. After all you had only just met, and as far as you knew you were just the ‘pretty sweet wait staff’ at the diner, in Scout's words. Bidwell was quiet for a moment before shrugging, giving you a small smile. 

“Sure” he simply said, chuckling a bit at how surprised you looked for a moment. “Oh- oh great! Hang on, I finish in 20- i’ll  be right back!” you said, a happy bounce in your step as you went back to the kitchen to finish off your tasks for today and clock out. 

Once that was all done, you made your way back over to the booth, sat down and…talked. You two talked for what seemed like only a few minutes which in reality was a few hours. To anyone looking at the two of you, it could have seemed like you'd been friends for years. And as it got later and later, it got close to closing time where a coworker told you they were clearing out for the night, you had gotten so caught up in talking you barely realised how late it had gotten. 

As you got up, throwing on your coat so did Bidwell, hiding his neatly ironed blue suit underneath his own coat, you smiled at him. “Guess this is goodbye huh? Be sure to come back alright?” you told him, making him laugh in return as you both stepped out of the diner and into the cold outside air where it was still raining. You sighed, wishing you'd brought an umbrella today. Seems bidwell could tell as he passed over his open umbrella to you. 

“My cars parked down the street, you can use this and return it when i come back yeah?” he smiled. You nodded, happy you wouldn't get soaked on your walk home and even more so at having met Bidwell today.

“I'll see you later! This was fun!” you told him before positioning the umbrella above your head and went on your way walking home in high spirits. 

Bidwell stood there for a moment, watching your figure disappear away into the rain before sighing annoyed at himself. His car wasn't there. He didn't drive here. He took a bus with Scout that wasn't running this late at night. 

TF2 x (gn) Reader

Daily Diner Routine

You were a citizen of Teufort. Nothing special about you, you had a normal job working at a diner, you had a small house, nothing fancy, but it was home and you enjoyed the consistency of this rinse and repeat life. 

That was until things got…weird. Not just weird, just insane. These men - well most of them were men, there was this one in a gas mask who looked like an omen of something and a woman who constantly looked stressed about something. Anyways , this group of people…. Well the town hated them for one reason or another. You didn't see the big issue at the start, then they started to visit the diner after, what you assumed, was a day's work. 

You soon learned what that work was after having served them a few times and seeing their bruised bodies or the bits of blood splattered on their outfits. You'd often find yourself cleaning tables and booths around them slower, keeping an ear out as the loud Bostonian boasted about their skills or ragged on another coworker about their performance. They were mercenaries, known killers throughout the city , dangerous people who…

Well, you were confused. They all talked, laughed, joked like any other visitor to the diner, they had their own preferences to the food, what drinks they liked - you supposed this is what made them so dangerous,  they could fool anyone…or maybe that as the paranoia as you watched the Bostonian (which you've come to learn has the title of ‘scout’ thanks to how much the team said his name,) knock over his milkshake not only onto him, but the fancy looking man next to him dressed in a suit that could most definitely pay your rent for months.  

“ merde-! Scout, you idiot - do you have any idea how much this suit costs?! More than you'll ever seen in your-” 

“Hey! I brought you some paper towers and a cloth to clean up - the drink will be replaced too, since you just got it” your voice cut in before the older French man could cut into the nervous looking American any more then he had already. 

You helped clean up the table as the suited man grumbled to himself, taking off his blazer and giving it such a careful wipe down as Scout quickly got up to get a refill of his milkshake. Like a coward. 

You gathered up the empty plates and cups before looking around the table, giving a friendly smile. “ Anything else you'd like whilst I'm here?” you asked the table, notebook in hand. A few gave each other looks, a little mumble here and there for a moment before the bright eyed German doctor spoke up with an even brighter smile. 

“Ja , could we have a top up on coffee, a strawberry milkshake and two plates of pancakes with uh… Herr Sniper what did you want again- “ he muttered, staring at the man who was sitting inside with sunglasses on. The aussie gave a short, quiet reply back as the medic nodded. 

“Ja, okay - can we get the waffles with ice cream on?” 

You nodded along, writing down the order before giving a firmer nod. “Can do, is that everything?” the table all nodded. "Perfect! That'll be with you shortly” you flashed another simple smile before turning on your heels back towards the kitchen.

Yes, these were killers, strange people who were doing god knows what during the day, but right now?  They were just your weird regulars who sometimes showed up with a little too much dirt and grime on them, but they tipped well, treated you decently and well, that's all you could ask for.