#tf2 x reader

IF I SEE ONE MORE OC x CHARACTER IN THE “x reader” SECTION IMA TWEAK.

You may not think this post applies to you, but it does.

There is a massive issue with inclusivity and assuming the audience. I have seen and personally experienced, time and time again, that me and many others feel as if we have no place in fandom. This specific part of it has to do with the majority of "x reader" content out there. It is all written for a cisgender (mostly heterosexual) white woman audience.

a/n: someone sent me an ask for good fics and good authors. So I did what I always do: I went overboard. Please give these wonderful folks a read!

DC Heroes:

Never Too Much by @kryptidfiles (Clark Kent/Reader)

Jae spoke right to my soul with this fic about Clark going to meet your Asian-coded family; there’s something so very heartwarming and absolutely lovely about this fic that I can’t help but melt every time I read it.

Sexual Pleasures by @verytyphoonfun (Clark Kent/Reader) (18+)

Elle is really making me feel the fuck out of this nerd!!! Clark is so well-written the smut STEAMS!

Orange Blossoms by @fanfictionwarrior-chills (Bruce Wayne/Reader)

My good friend FanfictionWarrior has been an OG for me for real and it’s my honor to recommend their work, “Orange Blossoms” oozes a slow, creeping burn and such lovely, lovely writing by an incredible person.

A Crown Fit For a Princess @bloomcissa (Diana Prince/Reader)

There’s something that’s so very lovely about the way Cissa describes the love, affection and romantic tension that rolls off the page here between reader and Diana. Spellbinding and delightful!!!!!

don't you know that you're toxic by @infinictus (Superboy Prime/Reader)

Anx singlehandedly inspired me to start writing SMAUs because of the absolute toxicity that just rolls off the page with this fic. Wonderful, wonderful SMAU that I read uhhhhh wayyyyy too many times.

When I'm On Stage Sometimes I Lie by @gglouise23 (Jason Todd/Reader)

A beautifully angsty and heartwrenching Jason fic with longing that seeps through every single sentence. Love it!

Nudes by @lushberrys (Jason Todd/Reader)

Lizzy is most excellent persuader at making me want to get Jason Todd on all fours, spread wide and this is absolutely a fic that you should read as of yesterday.

Drawing Blood From Stone by @filmcamerasanddice (Platonic!Jason Todd/Reader)

In this platonic fic with Jason and reader, Reg does a lovely job of communicating such emotion in undercurrent and developed over the course of their writing.

Tipsy by @kqinoraswrites (Jason Todd/F!Reader)

Bee makes a fic that feels so well-written and real that I can’t help but once again wonder when Jason Todd is gonna leap off the pages and help out my drunk, tipsy self :)

Making Out With Stephanie Brown by @kooriandr (Stephanie Brown/Reader)

Len does such good work with keeping you in the action of a story and in the physicality, the tension, the heat of a scene; this one is no different from any of her other great works.

Everything is Romantic by @anne-chloe (Stalker!Tim Drake/Reader)

This fic by Chloe had me absolutely on the edge of my seat and desperate to read more more more! Please give her fantastic writing a look!

Zatanna Zatara Has A Crush On You by @cherryvvave (Zatanna Zatara/Reader)

Cherry is such a talent with building up tension and does a magnificent job of potraying two people dancing the dance of being in love, wonderful wonderful work :)

Conceited by @skeeets (Michael Jon Carter (Booster Gold)/Reader)

Kim always delivers with every single story she makes, and this amazingly angsty fic that had me going through the twists and turns until we made it to the happy ending…..SHEESH…….

Supernatural Transaction by @devisedplan (John Constantine/Reader)

John is in wickedly devilish form and the conversation in this one just sizzles with delicious banter. Absolutely wonderful fic!

Kitchen Sink Theorem by @batwngs (Roy Harper/Reader) (18+)

Z always leaves me spellbound with her descriptive detail and the slow burn of intense emotions that always lie behind the surface, and this FWB!Roy Harper fic is no different. Fantastic work!!

Ramen and Love by @luviery (Roy Harper/Reader)

Luvie is very good at building a soft, romantic and tender moment, and this fic demonstrates her writing abilities so very well :)

Red Flags and Long Nights by @colonelfish (Roy Harper/Reader)

My boy ColonelFish always delivers and this Roy/m!Reader fic is just a chef’s kiss of why I’m folding for yet another ginger hehe

In Sickness, Health and Stealth by @lechelovestoyap (Outlaw!Roy Harper/Reader)

Leche is such a talented writer and every time she writes for Outlaw!Roy Harper I can’t help but swoon a little bit……hmmm……need me some him…….

Cuteness Aggression by @pixelbfs (Connor Hawke/Reader)

There’s not enough Connor Hawke love on this site and Neil delivers it so well with just an absolutely fluffy and heartwarming fic here, please give it a looksee hehe :)

The Look of Love by @froggibus (Guy Gardner/Reader)

Froggi did a fantastic, amazing job with this fic for Guy and I am always so grateful that Guy Nation can be fed by such fantastic authors :)

Learning to Skate by @queen-of-gotham (Guy Gardner/Reader)

Gotham delivers for Guy! And the whole crowd cheered! This is such a wonderful fic and I love being fed by such talented writers :)

GLC's Hottest Engineer by @gothamcitypublicworks (John Stewart/Reader)

Sheev carries the noble torch of writing for that wonderful man John Stewart and this is an exemplar fic of their amazing writing talent. :)

Her Love Is In Your Head by @iridescentlightshow (Kyle Rayner/F!Reader)

For some reason, Cee decided to break my heart by asking me to beta for this story and absolutely destroying me emotionally when I read this. Please read this amazingly angsty and heartbreaking story so you can go bombard her with belligerent love hehe

Best Friend's Sister by @spectorgram (Wally West/Reader, Roy Harper/Reader, Connor Kent/Reader)

Nove makes a delightfully silly, sweet and romantic fic in this multi-character doozy that had me smiling the whole time :)

DC Villains:

A Complete Mess by @finniestoncrane (Arkhamverse!Edward Ngyma/Reader) (18+)

Finnie loves writing a fantastically filthy story and this fic with Arkhamverse!Edward Nygma just delivers so stunningly and sinfully well.

Whole Day Off by @acapelladitty (Johnathan Crane/Reader) (18+)

I read this whole series that Ditty wrote about Johnathan Crane a few weeks when I should have been sleeping and it is SO fucking good and steamy and decadent, just sososogood

Alliance by @bat1nsignia (Talia Al Ghul/Reader) (18+)

Insignia always delivers with the most steamy, sexy scenes and this one is no different. OOZING tension and fantastic smut as she always delivers with.

Leaving Lipstick Stains by @luvmailing (Gotham Rogues/Reader)

Val is sosososososo good with scratching the itch I have for villains who have that special someone in their life……I adore this fic

I Need An Evil Boyfriend by @haljordansnumberonefan (Eobard Thawne/Reader) (18+)

Aehtlama makes me want to give Eobard a chance but this guy is on thin ice………..please read all of her fics now I COMMAND you!!!!!

Marvel Heroes:

Wildflowers by @novatheory (Logan Howlett/Reader)

Nova makes an absolutely delightful, lovely, and well-detailed fluff fic with Logan and reader. There’s something so heartwrenching and lovely about this fic I can’t help but be lost in the sensory imagery.

An Alternative For Your Girlfriend by @gr0und-zer00 (Rogue/Reader)

Zero never misses and this fantastic fic with the femme fatale Rogue is fluffy and fabulous; I am finally unflappable by foisting this flippantly fun fic for funsies.

All's Fair In Sleep and Violence by @lilacst4rs (Remy LeBeau/Reader)

Remy LeBeau shines so wonderfully in Lily’s funny, fluffy fic and I couldn’t help but smile as I read this many times over :)

Cinematic Timing by @wordbunch (Kurt Wagner/Reader)

Ana always delivers on a good slow burn and this one between Kurt and reader is done so wonderfully well!

Kurt Wagner Who is Not Abashed, Not Even One Bit... by @sagebrush-and-sadness (Kurt Wagner/Reader) (18+)

Veta bleeds detail in the best way possible, every time she posts a Kurt fic I’m running to crawl into it as soon as I can. This is the first of hers that had me absolutely mesmerized reading it.

A Blonde Man! No! by @kitkatscabinet (Clint Barton/Reader) (18+)

Kat does a wonderful job writing for the very underrated Clint Barton in this fic that made cringe, laugh, and smile all in one go. :)

Marvel Villains:

Open Wide by @calzone-d (Bob Reynolds/Reader) (18+)

Cal wrote a whopper of a smut fic with this one and I was once again guilty of finding myself falling for yet another comic book character with this wonderful romp of a story. :)

By The Water's Edge by @cherienymphe (Namor/Reader) (18+)

CHERIE DON’T MISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cherie is always on the pulse of what people who love dark fic need and this story with Namor always sits in the back of my consciousness :)

Resident Evil:

Dry Spell by @theebladestar (Leon Kennedy/Reader) (18+)

Writers like BladeStar make me realize absolutely how much I’ve been missing out on by not considering Mr. Kennedy……this is an excellent smut fic that I have reread an embarrassing amount of times hehehhe

Beatific by @inkievoid (Chris Redfield/Reader)

Inkie has such a fantastic way with words and this fluffy piece of Chris Redfield and reader trying to enjoy a moment of peace and quiet is just so beautifully written.

Burning the Midnight Oil by @gilverrwrites (Albert Wesker/Reader) (18+)

I’ve always had a thing for Wesker and my god does Val really scratch that itch with this delicious smutfic, give the goat a look :)

Anguine by @doqt33th (Victor Gideon/Reader) (18+)

When Dope first wrote this Victor Gideon fic, it absolutely rewrote my brain chemistry and every so often I go back to read it and try to chase that dopamine rush I got the first time I read it.

The Pitt:

Little Notes of Love by @ficdelusioncore (Jack Abbot/Reader)

Have I watched The Pitt? No. But is Anais selling me on it with all of these amazing fics about Mr. Abbot that she writes? Also……..yes. PLEASE give this fic a read!

Transformers:

Breaking Bread by @ss-shitstorm (Megatron/Reader) (18+)

Shitstorm has not posted this story on tumblr, but I would be doing an incredible disservice if I did not mention this fic with Megatron/Reader. I have never been so enthralled and absolutely in love with a transformers fic. DAMN

All of MouseyCometz Works by @mouseycometz (Transformers/Reader)

MouseyCometz has made so many different TF/Reader fics that I have deliciously, shamefully indulged and you would be denying yourself a privilege if you didn’t read any of their wonderful repertoire!

The Price of Flesh:

Be Careful, I Bite by @rotrabbitrot (Mason Heiral/Reader) (18+)

I had the privilege of reading Neo’s story ahead of time and this is a wonderful fic for a wicked man; I love his take on Mason’s character and the detail that seeps through every sentence. :)

Supernatural:

Satiated and Subdued by @biglychee Dean Winchester/Reader

My boy BigLychee always delivers with fics and they make em HOT!!!!! Lychee loves making a subby man with puppy eyes and boy does this Dean Winchester fic deliver……..hehhehehe

Invincible:

Nosy by @splodencible (Rex Splode/Reader) (18+)

I can’t believe Maddie is gonna make me watch this series solely because of these steamy fics she makes………please read this one if you haven’t already……..

Team Fortress 2:

Spy Forcemasc by @eatfeet69 (Spy/Reader) (18+)

Nate NEVER MISSES!!!!! I love his writing and this fic between Trans!M!Reader is sososo fucking good, the tension between reader and Spy creeps and then scorches…….I love it so much

Hellboy:

Fluff With Hellboy by @weeniesausage Hellboy/Black!FtM!Reader

WeenieSausage always brings through amazing FtM!Reader fics and this one had me gripped (as all of his do) as I was reading it. LOVED IT!!!

Outer Banks:

Body Favors by @futuremrscameron Rafe Cameron/F!Black!Reader

Now I don’t know a thing about Rafe Cameron……..but I fear that Courtney’s delicious SMAU is going to make me start watching Outer Banks for real………..PLEASE GIVE HER STUFF A LOOKSEE HEHE

that's it! I'm tired and gotta lay down after working on this...........hope you all enjoy perusing the archives of these wonderful, amazing writers :)

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Scout

You were playing Scout on 2Fort as part of the RED team on a community server. The young Bostonian breezed past bullets thanks to your growing expertise with the game. By now, you could practically predict where enemies would shoot before they pulled the trigger. Critical hits seemed to happen every other second.

Things were going pretty well for you, too. You hadn't needed to respawn once, and you hadn't called for the Medic player all match.

The Intelligence was securely tucked on Scout's back. The final control point was already in sight.

A Heavy was unloading his Minigun at him.

A Soldier was desperately trying to land a rocket.

A Demoman was charging across the bridge with a raised Eyelander.

Still absolutely no problem.

Scout zigzagged through the incoming fire as if the laws of physics were merely suggestions. His sneakers barely touched the ground before he was off again.

Not to mention he was talking a mile a minute the entire time.

"So what kinda music do ya listen to?" Scout suddenly asked.

"A lot of things," you replied.

Scout snorted. "Dat's not an answer."

"Yes it is."

"No, dat's what people say when dey don't wanna answer." Scout sidestepped a rocket without even looking at it.

His Scattergun fired automatically at a pursuing Pyro. Courtesy of you, of course.

"I genuinely listen to a lot of genres."

"Name three."

"What?"

"Name three."

You laughed.

"See? Ya can't do it." Scout pointed dramatically ahead of him.

"I can!"

"Den do it!"

"I like rock, video game soundtracks, and—"

A rocket exploded nearby but you helped Scout vaulted over it.

"Okay, not bad."

"And jazz."

"Jazz?" Scout repeated, sounding personally offended.

Before you could defend yourself, Scout continued. "Actually, never mind. I ain't judgin'. Half our team listens ta weirder stuff."

A Sniper's bullet whizzed past his head.

A sticky bomb exploded beneath his feet.

You somehow helped Scout survived both.

"Medic listens ta opera while performin' surgery."

"...Fair."

"Soldier listens ta military marches while sleepin'."

"Also fair."

"And Heavy once spent three hours explainin' Russian folk songs ta me."

You couldn't help laughing.

Unfortunately, laughing turned out to be a mistake.

Your attention drifted from the screen for exactly one second. Exactly long enough to miss a jump and for Scout's foot clipped the edge of the bridge.

Both of you immediately realized what was happening.

"...Uh oh."

Scout dropped like a stone into the water below.

"WAIT WAIT WAIT—"

"YOU FAILED!!" The Administrator's voice blasted across the server.

The defeat screen appeared.

Chat immediately exploded.

"scout what was that"

"bro sold the game"

"REPORT SCOUT"

"HOW DO YOU MISS THAT JUMP"

You barely had time to read the messages before Scout groaned. "Aww, c'mon!"

The next match loaded as Scout respawned inside RED's base, already throwing his hands in the air.

"That was your fault."

"My fault?!" Scout shouted.

"Yes."

"YOU are da one holdin' da keyboard!" Scout pointed dramatically upward toward the invisible sky where you supposedly resided.

"You distracted me."

"I distracted you?"

"Yes."

Scout stared. Then he stared harder.

"Ya got distracted by a conversation?"

"It was an interesting conversation."

"No it wasn't!"

"It was!"

Scout clutched his chest. "I asked what music ya liked!"

"And then you kept arguing!"

"'Cause ya wouldn't answer!"

"I did answer!"

"Not properly!" His arms were waving around so much that he wasn't paying attention to the battlefield anymore.

Neither of you noticed the enemy Sniper.

A single rifle shot echoed across the map.

CRACK.

Scout's head snapped backwards as he collapsed instantly.

The killcam appeared.

A few seconds later, Scout respawned again.

For several moments, he simply stood there in silence. Then he sighed.

"...Okay. Maybe dat one was on me."

"Just that one?"

"Don't push it."

Soldier

You were playing Soldier on Badwater as part of the BLU team.

Technically, your job was simple: Push the payload cart. That was it.

Just walk forward and keep the cart moving.

And to be fair, you were pushing the cart. The problem was that Soldier had decided this was the perfect opportunity to deliver a lecture.

Nobody had asked for one.

Nobody wanted one.

Unfortunately, Soldier had never considered those factors important.

"...and THAT is why raccoons are an enemy of freedom!"

"What do raccoons have to do with freedom?" you asked for what felt like the tenth time.

"Everything." Soldier said it with such complete certainty that you almost doubted yourself.

You rubbed your forehead.

There was a reason he wasn't your main.

Ever since the mercenaries had gained awareness, Soldier had somehow become even more insufferable. Every match turned into a combination of military training seminar, conspiracy theory podcast, and history lesson taught by someone who had never actually studied history.

It was honestly ruining your ability to play.

Which was a shame. Before all this, you'd actually thought Soldier was a fun class.

Now every game involved him talking nonstop.

"And that's why Abraham Lincoln invented stairs."

You blinked. "What?"

"To promote upward mobility."

"That's not—"

"FACT."

"No, it isn't."

"IT IS IF YOU LOVE AMERICA."

You let out a long sigh.

The payload cart continued rolling forward at a painfully slow pace. Around you, the rest of the team was desperately fighting the RED defenders. Rockets flew overhead. Sticky bombs detonated across the choke point. Medics were screaming for help.

Meanwhile, you were trapped in a conversation about raccoons.

Chat was beginning to notice.

"soldier push cart"

"why is cart not moving"

"bro wake up"

"STOP SIGHTSEEING"

You wanted to explain that you were currently being held hostage by Soldier's lecture. Unfortunately, they probably wouldn't understand.

"...and another thing," Soldier continued.

"Oh no."

"The moon is a communist."

You nearly walked him directly into a wall. "What?"

"The evidence is obvious."

"What evidence?"

"It follows us."

"That's not evidence."

"It is suspicious."

You opened your mouth. Then immediately closed it.

You weren't winning this argument.

Nobody ever won arguments with Soldier. You merely survived them.

As if the situation wasn't already bad enough, the RED team finally noticed that the payload was barely moving.

More specifically, their Heavy noticed.

The giant Russian stepped around a corner, his Minigun was already spinning.

You felt your soul leave your body.

"Oh, come on."

The Heavy opened fire and bullets tore across the road.

Without thinking, your fingers hit the controls.

Soldier launched into the air in a perfect rocket jump, the explosion propelling him high above the battlefield. Enemy fire sailed harmlessly beneath him.

For one glorious second, everything slowed.

Then Soldier began screaming.

"YES!" You managed to make him land on a rooftop. "YOU DID IT!"

"You almost died, you asshole!"

"BUT I DIDN'T!"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"

"IT IS THE ONLY POINT!" Soldier sounded genuinely confused by your complaint.

Below, the Heavy was still trying to track your movement.

You hastily fired another rocket. Unfortunately, your aim was terrible.

The rocket boosted Soldier sideways and directly into a wall.

THUD.

The impact should have been embarrassing, but Soldier — seemingly incapable of feeling any kind of humiliation — treated it like a military victory.

"EXCELLENT IMPACT!"

"That wasn't intentional!"

"TACTICAL COLLISION!"

"You crashed into a building!"

"I DEFEATED THE BUILDING!"

The building remained undefeated.

Soldier pumped a fist into the air anyway. "AMERICA WINS AGAIN!"

You stared at the screen.

Soldier was still cheering. The enemy Heavy was still shooting. The payload still needed pushing. Chat was still yelling at you.

You let out the longest, hardest, most exhausted sigh of your life.

Somewhere above, Soldier pointed dramatically toward the horizon.

"NOW THEN."

"No."

"LET ME EXPLAIN WHY PIGEONS ARE A GOVERNMENT EXPERIMENT."

You seriously considered disconnecting.

Pyro

You were playing Pyro on a community server as part of the RED team, with Badlands serving as today's battleground for King of the Hill.

Honestly, you didn't play Pyro all that often. Not because you disliked them. Quite the opposite, actually.

Pyro could be incredibly fun. There was a reason they were considered one of the best classes for beginners. The flamethrower was forgiving, airblasting projectiles felt amazing when you pulled it off, and setting particularly annoying Spies on fire never stopped being funny.

No. The real problem was communication.

Communication with Pyro was...

Difficult.

Very difficult.

Painfully difficult.

Pyro looked at something off in the distance. "Mmph mmph mrrph?"

You stared. "I have absolutely no idea what you just said."

Pyro blinked.

Then pointed. "Mmph!"

You followed their finger. A small bird model was perched on a nearby fence.

"Oh. Bird?"

Pyro nodded eagerly. "MMPH!"

"Okay. Bird. I can understand bird."

Pyro gave you a thumbs-up and you felt strangely proud of yourself.

The match continued. Or at least, you assumed it did. Most of your attention was currently devoted to deciphering Pyro.

A few minutes later, Pyro pointed toward a patch of grass.

"Mrrph mmph mmph."

You squinted. "Uh..."

Pyro waited patiently.

"Tree?"

Pyro shook their head.

"Bush?"

Another shake.

"Grass?"

Pyro pointed more aggressively.

You looked closer and saw that there were flowers growing among the grass.

"...Flowers?"

"MMPH!" Pyro gasped. At least, you thought it was a gasp.

They spun in a small circle and clapped their hands.

"Okay, flowers. You like flowers."

More enthusiastic nodding.

Somewhere in the distance, a teammate died.

You completely ignored it.

This was important.

Several minutes later, Pyro somehow managed to communicate another fact: they liked drawing.

You weren't entirely sure how you'd reached that conclusion.

There had been a lot of miming involved. And several confusing attempts where you'd guessed:

"Writing?"

"Mhp."

"Painting?"

"Mhp."

"Homework?"

An especially offended "MMPH!”

Eventually, Pyro had traced shapes in the dirt with their finger.

Only then had you understood.

"Oh! Drawing!"

The excited nodding nearly knocked their gas mask loose.

At this point, you felt like an archaeologist decoding an ancient language.

A BLU Scout ran directly past you. Neither of you noticed.

You were busy.

Pyro had apparently moved on to discussing landscaping. "Mmph mmph mrrph mmph!"

"...More flowers?"

Pyro gave you a double thumbs-up.

"Every map needs more flowers?"

Pyro pointed at you. Then at the control point. Then gave another thumbs-up.

"...You think the control point should have flowers?"

"MMPH!"

You couldn't even argue with that.

It would look nice.

The game timer ticked downward. Your team fought desperately over the objective.

Chat was becoming increasingly distressed.

"pyro help us"

"WHY ARE YOU STANDING THERE"

"POINT IS LOST"

"RED PYRO PLEASE"

You vaguely registered the messages as you were currently learning important information.

For example, Pyro liked birds. Pyro liked drawing. Pyro liked flowers.

Pyro apparently thought every map would be improved by the addition of flower beds.

And Pyro might have been trying to tell you something about squirrels, although you weren't confident enough to put that one in your notes yet.

Eventually, the Administrator’s voice echoed through the map.

"You failed!"

The defeat screen appeared. The match was over.

You blinked. "...” 

Pyro looked at you.

You checked the timer. The scoreboard. The chat.

Then realization slowly dawned. “Oh no."

Pyro tilted their head.

"I think we threw the match."

"Mmph?"

"I spent the entire game trying to understand you."

Pyro thought about that. Then happily nodded.

"...Fair enough."

The next map began loading.

You sighed and leaned back in your chair.

After nearly twenty minutes, you had successfully learned three facts about Pyro and you understood approximately thirty percent of what they said. Maybe thirty-five on a good day.

Pyro immediately pointed at a cloud. "Mrrph mmph mmph?"

You stared at the screen. "...We're starting over, aren't we?"

The enthusiastic nodding told you everything you needed to know.

Demoman

You were playing Demoman for the RED team on Coldfront in one of your usual community servers.

By now, playing Demo had become second nature.

You barely had to think about it anymore. Your fingers automatically placed sticky traps around corners, chokepoints, and objectives. Years of practice had turned the class into pure muscle memory.

Honestly, you could probably play Demoman in your sleep.

Which was fortunate. Because at the moment, most of your attention was devoted to listening to Demo tell a story.

"...sae then Ah wake up in the middle o' nowhere."

"Uh-huh." You made him launch another sticky bomb onto a nearby wall.

Demo continued as if he were narrating the most dramatic tale ever told. "Nae clue where Ah am."

"Sounds unfortunate."

"It wis."

You detonated a trap, sending an enemy Scout flying.

Demo didn't even pause. "Sae Ah start walkin'."

"Makes sense."

"An' then Ah find maself surrounded."

You perked up slightly. "Surrounded by what?"

Demo grinned. "Chickens."

You blinked. "What?"

"Chickens." The grin widened. "Lots o' chickens."

You snorted. "No way."

"Aye."

"No."

"Aye."

You couldn't help laughing.

The image of Demoman, explosives expert and professional mercenary, being trapped by chickens was simply too ridiculous.

Demo seemed delighted by your reaction. "They were everywhere."

"You're making this up."

"Am not."

"You absolutely are."

"Would Ah lie tae ye?" The question came out surprisingly sincere.

Not defensive.

Not offended.

Just genuinely curious.

For a second, you actually paused. Your fingers stopped moving over the keyboard.

The question caught you off guard.

Because despite all his exaggerations and drunken storytelling, Demo wasn't usually dishonest.

He embellished. Dramatically.

But outright lying? Not really.

You found yourself smiling. Then you shook your head.

"Yes."

Demo stared.

You kept a perfectly straight face. "Absolutely yes."

"...Fair." Demo barked out a laugh.

You grinned and pushed him toward the next objective.

Nearby, one of your sticky traps exploded. An unfortunate Soldier disappeared from existence.

Neither of you paid much attention.

The story was more important.

"So what happened with the chickens?"

"They chased me."

"No."

"Aye."

"No."

"Aye."

"Demo."

"Ah swear tae God."

You laughed again.

At that exact moment, someone spoke over voice chat.

"Yo, who are you talking to?"

Your entire body froze.

Oh. Right.

The mercs' self-awareness was still supposed to be a secret.

"OH!" You nearly dropped your mouse, the response coming out far louder than intended. "No one!"

"...No one?" You could practically hear the suspicion on the other end.

"Just..." Your brain scrambled for an excuse.

You glanced at Demo. The Demoman glanced back.

"...a quick talk with my boyfriend."

Silence.

"Oh." Your friend immediately accepted this explanation.

Meanwhile— Demoman visibly staggered.

Actually staggered.

"GHK—" His character missed a step as a completely undignified choking noise escaped him.

Demo looked like someone had hit him with a frying pan. His remaining eye was wide. Very wide.

You nearly burst out laughing. Because for perhaps the first time since you'd met him, Demoman seemed utterly speechless.

You had no idea whether he was embarrassed, flustered, confused, or all three. Probably all three.

"Anyway, they're pushing second point." Your friend continued talking, blissfully unaware.

"Yep!" You quickly muted your microphone. Then immediately dissolved into giggles.

Demo was still staring into space. "Oh my God. Ah..."

He cleared his throat. Failed. Tried again.

"Ah..." Another failed attempt.

You laughed even harder. "Demo."

"Whit?"

"Are you okay?"

"Perfectly fine." His voice cracked halfway through the sentence.

You completely lost it.

"Stop laughin'." The Demoman groaned.

"No."

"Please."

"No." You continued pushing him toward the control point.

Demo, meanwhile, seemed determined to focus on literally anything else.

"You know—"

Demo immediately groaned. "Don't."

"Boyfriend."

"AH SAID DON'T."

You laughed so hard that you almost forgot to detonate your sticky trap.

Almost.

Heavy

You were playing Heavy for the BLU team in Casual, enjoying a good old Payload Race match on Frontier.

At the moment, things were unusually peaceful. The payload cart rolled steadily along the tracks. No enemy Snipers were harassing you. No Spies were trying to stab you. No Scouts were bouncing around your ankles like caffeinated rabbits.

Just you, Heavy, and the payload.

Which meant the two of you had plenty of time to talk. Something Heavy seemed to enjoy far more than you'd initially expected.

"So," Heavy began, resting Sasha against his shoulder as the cart rolled forward, "what did leetle bird do today?"

"School." That was your entire answer.

Heavy waited. You knew he was waiting.

"How was school?" he finally asked.

"Boring." The word came out with enough exhaustion to power a small city.

Heavy hummed thoughtfully. "Heavy thinks everyone says this."

"Because school is boring."

"Perhaps." Heavy's expression remained calm as the cart rolled around a corner. "Still important." 

"That's exactly what teachers say." You rolled your eyes.

"Then perhaps teachers are occasionally correct."

"Wow." You placed a hand over your heart. "Heavy agreeing with teachers. Never thought I'd see the day."

Heavy chuckled. The deep rumble of it almost drowned out the sound of the payload.

You smiled despite yourself. "Seriously, though. You sound like somebody's dad."

Heavy became suspiciously pleased, his chest puffed out slightly. "Is that compliment?"

"It absolutely wasn't."

"Heavy chooses to believe it was."

You snorted.

Over the past few weeks, conversations like this had become strangely normal. You barely even questioned them anymore.

A month ago, if someone had told you that the mercenaries would become self-aware and you'd end up discussing your day with Heavy Weapons Guy while pushing a payload cart, you would've laughed in their face.

Now? Now it was Tuesday.

And honestly, talking to Heavy had become one of the best parts of playing.

"So my friend says I should just uninstall the game if it keeps frustrating me."

Heavy immediately frowned. "That is terrible advice."

"Right?" You pointed at the screen. "Very terrible. Thank you!"

Heavy nodded. "If Sasha stopped working, Heavy would not throw her away."

"A computer isn't a minigun, Heavy." You immediately laughed.

"Is same principle."

"No, it isn't."

"It absolutely is."

"No."

"Da."

"Heavy."

"Leetle bird."

You groaned.

The cart continued moving as an enemy team suddenly appeared around the corner.

Three RED players. A Soldier, a Pyro and a Medic.

Instinct immediately took over.

Sasha spun up and then the world became bullets.

The Soldier vanished first. The Pyro followed shortly after.

The Medic attempted to flee. 

He did not succeed.

A few seconds later, silence returned.

The payload continued rolling forward as if nothing had happened.

Heavy didn't even seem remotely bothered. "As Heavy was saying—"

The Soldier's ragdoll finally hit the ground behind you.

You stared.

Heavy continued speaking. "...games are supposed to be fun. If game is making leetle bird angry all the time, perhaps leetle bird needs break."

You blinked, then glanced back at the pile of defeated enemies. Then back at Heavy.

"...Did we just kill three people in the middle of a conversation?"

"Da." Heavy didn't even hesitate.

"That's weird."

"Very."

The cart rattled over a section of track, and Heavy rested Sasha against his shoulder once more.

The giant mercenary looked completely at ease. As though casually discussing life while mowing down enemy combatants was perfectly normal.

Which, for him, it probably was.

You laughed and Heavy looked pleased.

"You know," you said, "sometimes I forget how strange this whole thing is."

Heavy nodded. "Heavy understands."

"You do?"

"Da." The giant mercenary's expression softened. "A few weeks ago, Heavy thought leetle bird was mysterious sky spirit."

You nearly choked. "Sky spirit?"

"Da."

"You thought I was a sky spirit?"

"You still kind of are."

"Heavy!"

"What?"

You couldn't even argue with that.

Heavy chuckled again, warm and fond. "Very strange world, leetle bird."

The nickname still caught you off guard every time.

Not in a bad way. Just— comfortably.

Heavy smiled as the payload continued its steady journey down the tracks. 

"Very strange." He glanced upward, toward wherever he imagined you existed. "But Heavy thinks he likes it."

For a moment, all you could do was smile.

Then an enemy Spy appeared.

"SPY!"

The conversation immediately ended in gunfire.

Engineer

You were playing Engineer for the RED team in a casual match on Double Cross.

At the moment, you were focused on setting up defenses around your team's Intelligence. Or at least, you had been.

A partially-built sentry sat near the entrance to the Intelligence room while you considered its placement. Then Engineer spoke up.

"Lil' to tha' left."

You blinked. "What?"

"Tha' sentry." Engineer pointed casually with his wrench. "Move it over a bit."

Tentatively, you adjusted the building's position. Just a little.

Engineer studied it for a moment, then nodded with obvious satisfaction. "Perfect."

You stared. "...Really?"

"Yep." The Texan crouched beside the construction site. "Better sightlines."

A few swings of his wrench later, the sentry sprang to life with its barrel rotated experimentally.

Engineer smiled proudly. "There we go."

You couldn't help smiling a little yourself. The fact that Engineer had opinions about sentry placement shouldn't have surprised you anymore.

None of this should have surprised you anymore.

And yet...

"...You can see what I'm doing?" you asked quietly.

"Ah can see through mah own eyes, can't Ah?" Engineer chuckled, "Would be mighty inconvenient otherwise."

You froze, the words hit harder than they should have.

My own eyes.

For a moment, all you could do was stare.

The sentry continued scanning the hallway. Engineer stood up and dusted off his gloves.

Meanwhile, your brain was rapidly remembering every embarrassing moment you'd ever had while playing Engineer.

Every time you'd accidentally walked off a cliff. Every time you'd forgotten metal. Every poorly placed teleporter. Every sentry that had immediately got sapped. Every ridiculous strategy you'd convinced yourself would somehow work.

The memories came flooding back one after another.

And now you knew that Engineer had apparently been there for all of them.

Watching. Experiencing. Remembering.

You groaned internally. 

Engineer, meanwhile, looked completely unbothered. Which somehow made it worse.

You'd been playing Engineer for as long as you could remember.

There had always been something appealing about building things. 

Maybe it was because you loved games where you could create and experiment. Maybe it was because constructing a perfect defense felt rewarding.

Or maybe it was because Engineer himself was just... easy to like.

Polite. Friendly. Patient. The kind of person who never seemed to panic no matter what was happening around him.

And now that he was aware? That hadn't changed at all.

If anything, it had become even more obvious.

"Yeah..." you murmured.

You moved him toward the staircase. "Yeah, I guess you can."

Your voice sounded smaller than intended. Engineer immediately noticed.

Of course he did. He was observant like that.

The Texan glanced upward, toward wherever he imagined you existed, his expression softening—the teasing amusement faded into something gentler.

"Now don't ya worry 'bout a thing, darlin'."

Your face instantly heated.

Engineer either didn't notice or politely pretended not to. Probably the second one.

"Let's just focus on havin' fun, okay?" 

You looked away from the screen for a second. The nickname certainly wasn't helping.

"Y-Yeah." Very smooth. You mentally congratulated yourself on sounding completely normal.

Engineer smiled. "There ya are."

The simple reassurance settled something in your chest. Not completely— the awkwardness was still there. Probably would be for a while.

You were still getting used to all of this. Getting used to the fact that the characters you'd spent years playing alongside weren't just code anymore.

That they remembered things.

Thought things.

Felt things.

It was a lot. Engineer seemed to understand that.

He didn't push. Didn't ask questions. Didn't tease you.

Just offered a patient smile and got back to work.

The two of you rounded a corner and a BLU Spy immediately decloaked behind the sentry.

The machine opened fire and the Spy exploded into a cloud of metal scraps and bad decisions.

Engineer nodded approvingly. "See?"

"What?"

"Still got good instincts."

You couldn't help laughing. The awkward tension easing just a little.

"Now c'mon." Engineer grinned beneath his goggles as he twirled his wrench once. "Let's go build somethin'."

And somehow, hearing that made the whole situation feel a lot less overwhelming.

Medic

You were playing Medic for the RED team during a community match on Dustbowl.

This had been a mistake. A terrible mistake.

A catastrophic mistake.

Not because Medic was difficult to play. You actually enjoyed playing support classes.

No.

The problem was that Medic had apparently decided that your existence represented the greatest scientific discovery in human history.

Which meant he had questions.

An unlimited number of questions.

Questions that never stopped. Questions that should not be asked. Questions that absolutely should not be answered.

"Can you eat clouds?"

You nearly dropped your mouse. "What?"

"In your vorld." Medic glanced upward as you guided him around a corner. "Can humans eat clouds?"

"No."

"Not even a little?"

"No."

Medic hummed thoughtfully.

You immediately regretted your answer.

That hum meant he was thinking. Thinking was dangerous.

"Interesting." The tone sent a chill down your spine.

You recognized that tone. That was Medic's experimental tone.

The same tone he used before saying things like "I have improved ze healing process" or "I vonder how many skeletons a man truly needs."

You pointed your Medigun at a wounded Heavy as Medic continued speaking.

"Can humans survive being struck by lightning?"

"Sometimes."

"Interesting."

"No."

"Can zhey replace organs?"

"Sometimes."

"Interesting."

"Medic."

"Can—"

"No."

"You do not even know vhat I vas going to ask."

"I don't need to."

Medic looked mildly offended. Then immediately recovered.

"Fair enough."

Before he could ask another question, voice chat erupted.

"HEY! MEDIC!"

You winced.

"CAN WE GET SOME FUCKING HEALS OVER HERE?!" One of your teammates yelled.

"Coming!" You hurriedly redirected your healing beam.

The wounded Soldier was healed. Then the Demoman. Then the Pyro. And yet somehow—

"This Medic main is trash."

Medic froze.

You sighed.

"For real. I haven't gotten healed once this entire match." Another player joined in.

Medic's eye twitched.

"She vas healing someone else, you dummkopfs," he muttered.

Of course, nobody heard him. Only you could.

"Yo, why aren't you healing me right now?" Another voice chimed in.

You glanced toward the player. He was standing at full health.

"This Medic main is throwing."

Medic's grip tightened around the Medigun. "Oh, I vill show him throwing."

"Medic."

"I could throw him."

"Medic."

"Out a zhe server!"

"Medic." You couldn't help laughing which only seemed to encourage him.

Meanwhile, the complaints continued.

The criticism wasn't even unusual. Support players dealt with it all the time.

People remembered when they weren't healed. Rarely when they were.

After enough matches, it became background noise.

Annoying. But familiar.

You quietly apologized over voice chat and promised to do better.

The complaining eased somewhat.

Medic frowned. A deep, unhappy frown.

The kind that usually preceded questionable medical decisions.

"Vhy do you allow zhem to talk over you like zhat?"

The question caught you off guard. His voice had become noticeably softer.

"Well..." You adjusted your grip on the mouse. "I guess I just got used to it."

Medic remained silent.

"I play support in a lot of games." You continued. The healing beam connected to a wounded Scout. "After a while, it just becomes background noise. People complain. They always complain."

Medic's expression darkened.

Not angry. Not quite.

Something closer to disappointed. As though he'd just discovered a particularly unfortunate diagnosis.

This wouldn't do. Not at all.

"...Mein Liebling."

Your face immediately warmed.

Medic continued before you could recover.

"You do not have to be passive to be good at support." The Medigun hummed softly. "You are healer."

His voice carried a certainty that was impossible to ignore. "You are reason zhat half of zhese idiots are still alive."

You snorted.

Medic pointed dramatically toward the battlefield. "Look at zhem."

A Soldier immediately rocket-jumped into a wall.

A Scout ran directly into enemy fire.

A Demoman detonated himself by accident.

Medic gestured triumphantly. "My point exactly."

You laughed despite yourself.

Medic smiled. A genuinely warm smile.

"Never forget, mein Liebling." The nickname somehow felt less embarrassing this time. "You are one of zhe most important people on zhe team."

Your smile became impossible to suppress. "Wow."

Medic nodded. "Ja."

"Thank you, Medic."

"Gern geschehen."

For a moment, the battlefield felt surprisingly peaceful.

Then Medic spoke again. "Now."

You immediately tensed. "Oh no."

"Can you harvest organs legally?"

"NO." The answer came so quickly that several players in voice chat briefly fell silent.

"Ah." Medic blinked. "...Legally?"

"MEDIC."

"What?”

"MEDIC."

"I am simply clarifying."

"MEDIC."

His shoulders began shaking.

The man was laughing. Actually laughing.

You buried your face in your hands.

Somewhere across the battlefield, a Soldier screamed for healing.

Medic wiped a tear from his eye. "Your vorld is fascinating."

"Please stop being fascinated by my world."

"I cannot."

"Why?"

Medic's grin widened. "Because every answer raises more questions."

You groaned.

The doctor laughed harder.

And unfortunately for you, you knew that meant tomorrow's match would come with even more questions.

Sniper

You were playing Sniper for the BLU team on Sawmill, up on one of your usual community servers.

You loved playing Sniper. He'd been your main ever since your noob days, back when every shot missed by a mile and you thought bodyshots were the pinnacle of skill.

Even after the mercenaries revealed their awareness, that hadn't changed. If anything, you'd only grown more attached to the class.

Unlike most of the others, Sniper was comfortable with silence. Much like you were.

For several minutes, neither of you said a word.

You simply sat together in your chosen sniper nest, listening to the sounds of the battlefield below.

Gunfire echoed through the sawmill. An explosion rattled the nearby buildings. Somewhere in the distance, a Soldier screamed something incomprehensible.

Neither of you felt any need to comment.

The silence wasn't awkward. It never was.

It was comfortable. The kind of silence shared between people who didn't feel the need to fill every moment with conversation.

You spotted an enemy Heavy crossing an open area.

The rifle scope came up.

A breath.

A squeeze of the trigger.

CRACK.

The Heavy dropped instantly thanks to your combined headshot.

"Nice one." The compliment was casual. Simple. Matter-of-fact.

Yet somehow it caught you completely off guard.

A faint warmth spread across your cheeks. "Thanks."

Sniper merely adjusted his rifle, as though landing impossible shots assisted by invisible presences was just another Tuesday.

Several more minutes passed.

More silence. More shots. And unfortunately, more misses than usual.

You didn't notice at first, but Sniper did.

Of course he did. He'd known you for years. 

Known your habits. Known your playstyle. Known the difference between a difficult shot and a distracted player.

Eventually, he let out a quiet sigh. "Rough day?"

You blinked. "What?"

"Rough day?" Sniper didn't look away from the battlefield.

You stared. "How'd you know?"

He tilted his head toward the corner of his vision. Toward the place where you'd once explained scoreboards and statistics.

"Missed six easy shots."

"...Oh." You winced. Because that he mentioned it... Yeah. You had. 

A lot.

"Sorry." The rifle lowered slightly.

Sniper shrugged. "Nothin' ta apologize fer."

"It's just..." You hesitated, the words caught in your throat.

Part of you wanted to change the subject.

Part of you didn't want to burden him.

Sniper wasn't exactly known for being emotionally expressive and you weren't particularly good at opening up either.

But this was Sniper.

For some reason, talking to him never felt difficult.

You trusted him, so you sighed.

"It's my dad." The words came out barely above a whisper. "He got angry at me again."

For a moment, the only sound was the distant chaos of the battlefield.

Then Sniper's expression softened, just a little.

"Troubles with yer old bloke, eh?" His voice was quiet. Gentle.

"Yeah."

Sniper nodded as he adjusted the rifle strap on his shoulder. "Oi can relate ta that."

A small laugh escaped you.

You knew he was telling the truth. You know the lore. 

The arguments. The disagreements. The frustration. The feeling of never quite fitting someone's expectations.

The similarities weren't lost on either of you. Unfortunately, there was one major difference.

Sniper's parents might not always have understood him. But they cared.

Even when they argued.

Even when they disagreed.

You weren't always sure the same could be said for your own situation.

"My dad just..." You swallowed. "He hates what I want to do."

Sniper remained silent. Listening.

"He already decided what kind of daughter he wanted." Your gaze drifted away from the screen. "And I'm not it."

The admission hurt more than you'd expected.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence returned.

But this time it felt different. Supportive.

Eventually, you forced a small smile. "Sometimes I wish I was more like you."

Sniper raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"You always seem so... unbothered." You laughed quietly. "Like nothing gets under your skin. A professional, like you always say."

Sniper snorted. Actually snorted.

The sound surprised you enough to look up to see he was shaking his head.

"Luv." His voice was softer than usual. "Nothin' wrong with gettin' emotional."

You blinked.

"As much as Oi like ta pretend otherwise..." A faint smile crossed his face. "Things get under mah skin too."

You found yourself listening carefully.

"So don't go thinkin' there's somethin' wrong with feelin' things." His shoulders rose and fell in a small shrug. "Means yer human."

Something in your chest eased. Just a little.

"Thanks."

"No worries."

You smiled.

And for the first time all day, it felt genuine.

The moment lingered for a few seconds.

Then Sniper's grin suddenly turned sharp. Dangerous.

The kind of grin that usually preceded violence.

"Wanna throw jarate at some Spies?"

You burst out laughing. "That's your solution?"

"Usually works."

"It absolutely does not."

"It absolutely does." His grin widened.

You found yourself laughing again.

Honestly, it was hard not to.

"Yeah." You switched weapons. "Yeah, I'd love to."

The two of you abandoned the sniper nest together.

Somewhere on the map, an unsuspecting Spy's day was about to become significantly worse.

And somehow, yours was already feeling a whole lot better.

Spy

You were playing Spy for the BLU team on Steel in a casual match.

Most people hated playing Spy. You, however, loved it.

The challenge. The mind games. The constant balancing act between confidence and complete disaster. One wrong move and you were immediately turned into a very expensive French pancake.

It was great.

At the moment, you were guiding Spy through the map disguised as an enemy Engineer.

Everything seemed normal. At least until you noticed something.

Spy was acting strange.

Not visibly strange — Most players wouldn't have noticed — but you had spent enough time around him to pick up on the little tells.

The way his shoulders were slightly stiffer. The way he kept adjusting his tie. The way he seemed oddly distracted.

So naturally, you decided to poke at it.

"How are you doing?"

"I am perfectly fine." Spy didn't even hesitate, the answer coming a little too quickly.

You grinned.

"Spy."

"I am."

"Spy."

The Frenchman straightened his posture even further. A sure sign that he was, in fact, not perfectly fine.

You hummed thoughtfully, then deliberately walked him face-first into a wall.

Thunk.

Spy froze.

A nearby enemy Pyro glanced at him in confusion.

You backed away from the wall, then immediately walked into it again.

Thunk.

Spy shut his eyes, the poor man looking physically pained. A faint dusting of pink was visible beneath his balaclava.

"Please stop embarrassing me, mon chéri."

You nearly laughed. "You're avoiding the question."

"And you are running face-first into architecture."

"Answer me."

"I already did."

"You lied."

Spy sighed dramatically. "You wound me."

"Good."

"Mon Dieu."

You grinned wider, so Spy rolled his eyes. Elegant even while suffering.

It was one of his more annoying talents.

"Spy~"

The Frenchman visibly regretted everything.

You guided him through the map while he remained stubbornly silent. Past enemy patrols. Past a pair of Engineers. Past a suspicious Pyro that thankfully didn't notice the disguise.

Still no answer.

You were beginning to think he might actually win this battle of wills.

Then he spoke. Quietly.

"...I missed our conversations."

You made him stop moving.

Spy immediately realized what he'd just said.

The battlefield seemed to disappear as even the gunfire felt distant.

You stared at the screen, your face feeling warm. Very warm. 

Because the thing was— you teased Spy constantly. Relentlessly.

You enjoyed making him flustered far more than you probably should. Getting under the skin of the smooth, untouchable French gentleman had become one of your favorite hobbies. Watching him struggle to maintain his composure was hilarious.

But this? This wasn't smooth. Or witty. Or flirtatious.

It was just... honest.

And somehow that hit a lot harder.

Spy was dying inside. You could practically see it happening.

The realization.

The regret.

The overwhelming desire to throw himself off a cliff.

Finally, he cleared his throat. "F-Forget it, mon petit."

The slight stumble was all the confirmation you needed that he'd genuinely meant it.

Your grin slowly returned. "Oh."

Spy immediately looked concerned. "Oh non..."

"Oh, like hell I will."

The color spreading across Spy's face became even more obvious. "Mon Dieu."

"You missed talking to me."

"I did not say that."

"You literally did."

"That is not what I said."

"It is exactly what you said."

"It was not."

You immediately walked him into another wall.

Thunk.

Spy groaned. "Mon chéri."

"You missed me."

"I missed our conversations."

"Which involve me."

Spy looked upward as if silently begging the universe for mercy.

The universe declined.

"You're blushing."

"I am not."

"You absolutely are."

"I am French."

"That's not an excuse."

"It is for many things."

You laughed so hard you nearly missed an incoming Pyro.

Spy, meanwhile, was contemplating whether it was possible for a video game character to spontaneously delete himself.

Years of carefully cultivated sophistication— ruined.

By one sentence. One honest sentence.

And the worst part? You looked delighted.

Absolutely delighted.

"Spy."

"No."

"Spy."

"Absolutely not."

"Spy."

The Frenchman sighed. A long, suffering sigh.

Then, despite himself, a small smile appeared beneath the mask.

"...Insufferable."

Your grin widened. "Yep."

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The comfortable kind of silence settled between you.

Then an enemy Pyro rounded the corner.

Spy instantly stiffened. "Oh."

"Oh?"

"Run."

You immediately turned around and the Pyro spotted you.

"Welp."

"RUN FASTER."

Tf2 + comforting them!

Masterlist

YESSSS YOU SEE THE VISION. I’ve always had this hc. Anyway, I’ll try do all the mercs for this because I actually have ideas for this!! I rock with it tbh

• you’d think he’s the type to wake up screaming?

• but no. His nightmares are very much the opposite of him. Slow. Quiet. Nothing but dread and pain.

• you notice it when you’re going for a glass of water and you hear him in his room. Panting and whimpering as he tried to calm down. He was muttering to himself to stop this shit and to calm down.

• when you came in he looked more petrified that you had seen him like this. But when you came over all casual trying to be caring he got reeeeeal defensive. I mean why are you even here?

• but once he finally accept your help..he cries to sleep in your arms. He never tells you what happens in his nightmares. He never really remembers himself, but he knows whenever he wakes crying again he can grudge on over to you. He doesn’t even wake you he just even lays beside you.

• he has less nightmares even knowing the fact you’re there for him

• another who doesn’t wake up screaming surprisingly!

• but you can hear it.

• after a bad nightmare he’s shaking with both rage and fear. You can hear his grumbling and shouting as he patrols the halls.

• you go out and he almost swings for you! But when he sees it’s you he ushers you behind him to protect you.

• it would take a while but..you are able to get him to calm down.

• honestly he gets them more frequently than most but usually because his strict regiment of good sleep you know when it always happens and luckily it isn’t too late

• Zhanna on the other hand is

• has a LOT of nightmares . Some bad , some horrific.

• you and the team can always tell because they alwyas go sheepishly holding one of their plushies up to sniper , their way of asking to fix the plush that has been practically ripped to shreds in their nightmarish fever

• you try to get them to find comfort in you and you don’t think it’s working.

• until one night you get woken up by them violently shaking you in the pitch black darkness.

• you can’t see them or really feel them jnder the covers but when you ask if it’s pyro they stop and let out a purely pitiful noise..

• you get hugged horribly hard as they trash about trying to calm down from whatever plagued their mind.

• but..they make sure to have you sleeo in a bit the next morning. And when you wake up a bunch of jobs are done for you with them standing by your bed fidgeting nervously feeling guilty about the night before.

• but once you reassure them..they feel a lot better.

• he gets them a lot. For a man who’s got a god complex he’s DEEPLY troubled by the day people see him for what he is.

• he needs reassurance honestly. So he goes to seek out someone! Upon seeing you he strikes a conversation. Just a casual one…because all is well. He’s fine. He’s so fine okay.

• if you clock on by his lack of eye contact and shifting leg and ask him what’s up…he does tell you. Laughing at himself for the stupidity of it all

• but when you reassure him that it’s okay and he’s still a dear and valued friend to you…he’s happy.

• honestly he just needed that little “I’m here for you.”

• he doesn’t get them often. Mostly because he got them often as a teenager and only really sleeps now when he’s dead on his feet and knows he won’t wake from a nightmare.

• but in those rare occasions.. he’s so fucking shaken from it. He panting , sweating , shaking. Even tears roll out slowly.

• he heads outside to just go for a walk. But you’re out there too! You just couldn’t sleep. You had napped a bit too long that evening so now you were just kinda chilling

• in the darkness you couldn’t see his red eyes or his shaken expression tpo clearly but he sat with you

• surprisingly he initiated the conversation with you. He opened up about the worries on his mind disguising them as hypotheticals. When you finally clocked on and began skirting around the issue in the same way as him.. it was nice

• he didn’t want to be “comforted” but he just wanted you there.

• now whenever he has another one if you’re up he sits with you but if not he just fondly remembers your conversation.

• he’s a very open man in a sense

• he calms himself down aka gets so much more wasted. Dries his tears and goes to your door

• he’s smiling all teary eyed as he asks for some company. Depending on what the nightmare was about and how bad it was he either ends up just asking you for a hug as he drunkenly cries about his woes or he’s just laughing and joking with you about it trying to get it off his mind

• however he does get you both wasted in the relaxation of it all

• his nightmares are mainly grief.

• he struggles a lot with his loneliness in these times so you catch him lurking near the base for once.

• he won’t speak to you. You won’t speak to him. But when you see his glossy eyes behind the glasses and his shaky hands…you sit with him.

• if you’re really close however upon seeing you, your comforting presence and the silent invitation..he cries silently in your arms. No need for words for something so complex

• he likes to believe he’s above “petty mental health issues.”

• but he doesn’t ever love the feeling of waking up in a cold sweat from the thoughts at the back of his mind that clawed him back to the hell from whence he came.

• he knows the most logical course of action to get tbese feeling out is to…talk about them. He supposed.

• he casually opens up to you the next day when you’re both alone. If you okay your cards right and keep the conversation casual and nonchalant in tone and body language he will seek you out for these talks more. Honestly he will never say it but he does feel better after airing his grievances with you

• doesn’t get…nightmares persay.

• I mean they technically are!

• but..uh….its more the devil bringing him into hell to intimidate him.