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@redbritishsniper
TF2 Sniper OC | Mun is 20+ | Semi-selective | OC and Crossover friendly Written by Midnight
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π΄ Carry the unconscious receiver somewhere safe after a brutal fight. (Sean will never admit he did this. Don't ever try to get him to confess)
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First rule of the bar: Do not attempt to fight with the mercenaries. The civilians were smart to no do that after their first time with the first set god knows how long this building was establishment. But there will be always a set of passerby driving by town for fuel in both their transport and in their bellies who dares test the rule.
Second rule of the bar: If the first rule is ignored, make a bet on it. The civilians were also smart to make a quick cash grab with the mercs or among each other by guessing which one of them can survive the longest against the rule-breakers. It's never which side would win but always which mercenary from either team.
Natasha was among the group to be caught in the fight and was betted on. It won't be long till she was out of the betting pool when a brute double her size took over a buddy she had taken down, grabbing her by the shirt, lifting her off her feet, and headbutted her hard. The Sniper was seeing stars, her body stumbling upon touching the ground again, and soon she was collecting blows to her stomach and her face before she was lifted up again and thrown out of the window and landed against the trash cans. It was the last thing she saw of the bar's light from the inside before blacking out.
When she eventually woke up, she in the back of Nathan's car, her jacket that she vaguely remembered leaving on the chair in the bar through her hazy memory search was used a pillow, and with no memory how she got back to the car. Her body was throbbing and her face hurt, the head more importantly from the headbutt.
As she slowly sat up and slowly flexed her hands, she saw what time it was as dawn was breaking out. "Fuck..." Was all she could mustered while she climbed over to the driver's seat, started the engine, and drove out of town and return back to the RED base. She needed to see Medic first before anyone from last night could ask what happened to her and where she went after the fight.
Sean had been enjoying his victory beer when some cock headed passer through decided to run his mouth a little too much in his presence, trying the runners ever short patience. So of course he was the one that swung first, using the half empty bottle of beer as a weapon to crack over the bastards head.
Of course the guys friends weren't too happy that their buddy had just been domed and promptly joined in the fight and the ever nimble Scout was more than happy to teach them the unspoken rules of this bar, ducking and weaving around these fools. Smart people usually bet on the hot-headed man, he was often one of the last few standing.
Once the brawl was over, Sean quickly became aware of the unconscious woman slumped up against the trashcans in the alley. Rolling his eyes he approached her and gave her a sharp nudge with his foot to try wake her.
"Oi, wake up, woman. Wake up!" After some time of her not responding the Scout sighed and crouched down to pick her up, opting to hoist her onto his back to make moving her easier. Grumbling, he grabbed her bag and coat and hauled her over to the car she had arrived in. Leaning on it, he rummaged through her bag to find the keys before he unlocked the damned thing.
"God yer such a fuckin' pain in my ass." He scowled as he dropped her into the back seat, making sure she fit in properly before closing the door on one side, the whole time grumbling insults at her. Moving over to the other side, Sean used her jacket to prop her head up. He threw her bag at her after putting the keys in it, then he slammed the door shut. He used the front drivers door to lock all the rest of the doors before shutting that one too.
"Don't say I never fuckin' do anythin' fer ya!" He yelled at her before shoving his hands into his pockets and starting the lengthy walk back home. He didn't mind it, helped him clear his head and got some exercise in too.
It was pretty late by the time he got back, he didn't bother responding to anyone as he went back to his room and passed the fuck out on his bed without even bothering to change clothes, he'll have a shower tomorrow.
Her body was still sore when leaving the car. Her legs were numb, her arms sending pins and needles down to her fingers that she ignored during the drive, and her head was feeling heavy while she was lightheaded from the headache she had developed. Despite the long sleep, it didn't help her.
She saw how bad her face looked from the rear view mirror and while Medic's medigun can heal her body, it won't easily remove the bruises she had caught, sensing curious looks and tempted questions about last night since she was one of the people in the small group to visit the bar for a victory drink.
The burning question she only seek for was who was the one who took her back to the Mustang? Civilians from that section never wanted to interact with her so none of the wiser would want to rescue her from being beaten down, especially after possibly losing their bet from her takedown.
She passed the dorms, never knowing she had walked past her rescuer dozing away from his own wounds and towards the medbay, knowing the Medic would already be awake, or still be awake thereof, to help treat her wounds.
π΄ Carry the unconscious receiver somewhere safe after a brutal fight. (Sean will never admit he did this. Don't ever try to get him to confess)
@redfloridascout
First rule of the bar: Do not attempt to fight with the mercenaries. The civilians were smart to no do that after their first time with the first set god knows how long this building was establishment. But there will be always a set of passerby driving by town for fuel in both their transport and in their bellies who dares test the rule.
Second rule of the bar: If the first rule is ignored, make a bet on it. The civilians were also smart to make a quick cash grab with the mercs or among each other by guessing which one of them can survive the longest against the rule-breakers. It's never which side would win but always which mercenary from either team.
Natasha was among the group to be caught in the fight and was betted on. It won't be long till she was out of the betting pool when a brute double her size took over a buddy she had taken down, grabbing her by the shirt, lifting her off her feet, and headbutted her hard. The Sniper was seeing stars, her body stumbling upon touching the ground again, and soon she was collecting blows to her stomach and her face before she was lifted up again and thrown out of the window and landed against the trash cans. It was the last thing she saw of the bar's light from the inside before blacking out.
When she eventually woke up, she in the back of Nathan's car, her jacket that she vaguely remembered leaving on the chair in the bar through her hazy memory search was used a pillow, and with no memory how she got back to the car. Her body was throbbing and her face hurt, the head more importantly from the headbutt.
As she slowly sat up and slowly flexed her hands, she saw what time it was as dawn was breaking out. "Fuck..." Was all she could mustered while she climbed over to the driver's seat, started the engine, and drove out of town and return back to the RED base. She needed to see Medic first before anyone from last night could ask what happened to her and where she went after the fight.
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i'm okay with:
starting over - are you a little overwhelmed with where our thread is going? let me know, and i'd be happy to start a new one with you!
pausing - if you're feeling one thread more than another we have going on, that's perfectly fine! you're welcome to let me know if you'd like, but it's not a necessity.
multiples - if we have a ship that you love and you have many ideas for them, always feel welcome to throw them at me no matter what! while it may affect my reply speed due to having more, it doesn't affect my interest at all!
regrouping - maybe we initially had an idea that didn't pan out but you don't know how to say it? just shoot me a message and let me know you'd like to plot further/something else.
anything else - have we not talked and you want to? shoot me a message! send in a meme if you don't know where to start! ask for my discord! i may not initiate too often myself, but i love being able to love our threads together!
Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these
π - friendship π - kinship ( blood or symbolic familial bond ) π - past relationship π - hateship ( they hate each other but canβt stay away ) π - hateship ( enemies ) π - friends with benefits β€ - romantic relationship
π» βΈ» ππ‘π§ππ₯πππ§ππ’π‘ π¦ππππ§
send π or ( βEYESβ ) if you want to know how I see our muses interacting or how they could interact in the future. bold all that definitely/currently applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.
Get to know: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Befriend: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Date: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Kiss/Make out: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Hook up with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Protect: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Help: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Kill: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Have drinks with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Have dinner with/cook with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Do a heist with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Make a mixtape for: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
Resolve a mystery with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS
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(The allegations she's not beating are taking too little care of herself, given what she does for a living and being a single mom besides)
She was opening and closing her mouth like fish, unable to counter back the allegation about her own health. This man always hits hard.
What Allegations Is My Muse Not Beating?
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