Saturday Night"Ach laddie I cannae believe ye did thae'!"Saturday Night4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Demo was laughing and laughing, so hard he could barely keep sitting on the bench. It was odd behavior for someone in a jail cell, but he'd been through worse, and besides, the two of them seemed to wind up in this kind of situation a lot, for various reasons.
Jane, after all, was hard to stop once he got going in a fight. The Soldier'd probably punched out more cops on a regular basis than was good for anyone- it was only by mercy of their contracts that they rarely spent more than a night behind bars. They were probably in for a hell of a scolding by their respective bosses later, though.
The BLU Soldier simply huffed, shrugging, and wiped his bloody knuckles on the sleeve of his jacket, leaving a dark purple stain as red met blue.
"Well, what the hell'd you expect?"
"Could've always gone someplace else."
"No way. It was the goddamn principle. I mean, what's wrong with you? I do not see a single goddamn reason that you can't dri
Every Planet We Reach Is Dead"I'm sorry."Every Planet We Reach Is Dead4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He whispers it. He very seldom whispers. I don't know if anyone but me has ever heard him speak in such a quiet manner. But it's understandable. He's exhausted.
I hold him close to me. Under the bandaging, my chest hurts. I don't need stitches but I would've if the wound went much deeper. It probably wouldn't hurt, though but I don't want to. I'd have to answer questions then, and people wouldn't understand. They'd try to take him away.
It'd be easier if I could just holler for Medic. He'd fix it with no comment but rolled eyes. But Medic's home in Germany. The war's been long over.
I slide the helmet off Jane's head. He lets me do this. It's a good sign that he's truly calmed down.
He looks up at me, apologetic, worn out. His eyes he could always knock me out with those eyes. Like the brightest, bluest sky on the most perfect Fourth of July you ever imagined.
"Tav I hurt you again, didn't I? Goddamnit GodDAMNIT "
"Shhh. It's it's
TF2 vs 40kTF2 vs 40k7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Team Fortress 2, Ork style!
Engineer: Big Mek.
Nah lissen boy, oim a mek, and dat meenz oi fix problemz. Not problemz like what is dakka, dat falls in yer own ideas of brainitude! i fix reel problems. Loike 'ow am oi gonna kill some puny 'umie in a bunka? da answer? use some gubbinz. and if'n dat dont werk? use more gubbinz. Take dis, shokk attack gun, designed boi me, made boi me, and you best hope...not pointed at yoo!
Heavy weapons guy: Flash Git
I'm a Flash git, and dis...is my weapon. It fires kustum made bullets at free fahsand shots a minnit... It costs seven 'undred teef, ta fire dis gun, for...sum seconds!
zoggin' 'ell who touched Shouty? Dats it...'OO TOUCHED MAH DAKKA?!
Sum boyz fink dey can outfink me... maybe... maybe... I've yet ta meet one dat can outfink dakka!
Soldier: Ork boy
If deres a battle to be fort, den yoo must fight!
Ghazghkull Thraka sed dat, an I fink 'e kno's a bit more abaht krumpin' dan yoo do boy, becuz 'e invented it! An' den 'e perfected it so no livin
TF2: A Psychiatric Evaluation--------------------------------------------------------TF2: A Psychiatric Evaluation6 years ago in Humor More Like This
A PSYCHIATRIC EVALUATION OF THE CLASSES OF TEAM FORTRESS 2
From the files of Dr. Cole Dimpsey, PhD:
At the behest of the members of the team, the commanding officer of Reliable Excavation & Demolition (Or RED) has recently called upon my services. Feeling that the numerous missions he has sent his men upon have taken untold psychological tolls upon them, and that morale is low for those reasons, I have been hired to give each member a psychiatric evaluation to see what effects the ongoing struggle between them and the men of the Builders League United, (BLU) has taken upon their minds.
I went into this little job with an open mind, and hopes that this study would possibly net me a Nobel Peace Prize nomination, not at all expecting to meet some of the most fascinating, thoroughly depraved, and deep
Better Of Two EvilsBetter Of Two Evils3 years ago in Drama More Like This
No answer, of course not. Mike kept silence as always. It was kinda funny, that the boy who usually barley shut his mouth remained silent like this all the sudden. Yet, to be honest, Sydney wished he would at least answer in this very moment. But he didn't.
Sydney filled two glasses with water and placed one right in front of the tight-lipped runner before he sat down beside him on the couch. They could have looked like two friends, who were just chilling in the communal room of the base....beside the hand- and foot-cuffs which kept Mike from running away and/or killing someone.
They were alone; well, at least it seemed so, because Sydney knew Jean was nearby, but he didn't want the Tentaspy being part of his weekly conversation with Mike. He wanted to talk to the Scout privately - with Jean around he would probably never open his mouth. Not that he ever opened it when Sydney for a change wanted him to.
"How is Gabe?"
Mike looked away, releasing an irritated grumble. It w
Through the Eyes of a SniperI couldnt believe it! Not only was this blighter in the open, he was kneeling by all the blokes thatd bit the bullwhip, or were nearly there anyways I havent the foggiest as to what the hell hes doing. Figured Id take a few shots at him, see if itd tip is knickers into running off somewhere; but he dont even act to bother about it all! What the hell is he doing? Is he holding a book?Through the Eyes of a Sniper6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Now dont that beat all; not only is this bloke out in the middle of a bloody capping field, but hes going about it with not but a bleeding book! He aint even totin that syringe shooter of his! I cant think to understand what on earth hes trying to get at, hes just walking about the field, checking peoples to see if theyre dead or not, closing all the blokes that didnt make its eyes, and squatting by the others reading a book at them as they lay there wasting away. Grant it, he
A SniperxScout drabble"Hey, Sniper...?" Scout said softly, leaning against a tree trunk in a large green pasture. Sniper, Who he had been addressing, pressed his back against the opposite side, his hat tipped down to shade his eyes from the bits of sunlight filtering through the leaves. These moments of peace in nature had become routine for them.A SniperxScout drabble4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A few months ago, in the dead cold of winter, BLU had decided that it was time for their agents to move to a new base of operation. It was a mass of shouts, loud noises, and rushed packing. Well, most of those were from the soldier, but it was stressful all the same. Scout's things fit into a single suitcase, but he smiled as he realized that it felt a little heavier than when he had first stepped off the train at Well. The trip was drudging, but made a tiny bit more comfortable by the pair of warm mittens the Pyro had found time to make him. He was still wearing his brother's ruddy hand me down coat, but the soft warmth on his hands made him forget the slight chi
Laundry DayA nap, just a short one. He awoke with a stretch, scratching his neck. Still most of the day left, better get started. The Sniper set his feet down off the side of the cot. Dishes cluttered the small table ahead. To the left near the door sat a pile of laundry. Glaring he watched it shift on its own accord, clothes bobbing up and down before settling for a bit only to twitch again. A wayward sock rolled off the top of the heap.Laundry Day2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
No need to grab his glasses but he picked up his hat from the hook on the wall. Rising he sighed, cracking a smile. Didn't need his shirt either. With another stretch he pulled it over his head and shoulders, tossing onto the pile to be washed with the rest. At once it rose then disappeared, pulled in by some unseen force. With out a word the Sniper leaned downed and picked up the entire pile, save for a few tumbling bits of clothing. A wooden basket slid under it, guided by his feet. More wriggling, sleepy squeaks.
The first fell out, landing in the basket with
To Cook ... or Not to CookTo Cook ... or Not to Cook6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All was quiet in 2Fort. The fighting had halted for a good while and no one expected it to restart for another few days. As usual, when this happened, everyone took the chance to sleep in late, catch up on some much needed R 'n' R, and well just chill. Everyone, that is, except Scout. It hadn't taken the youngest member of the team long to get bored of the lack of action. So here it was, 4 AM and the boy was pacing in his room while everyone else slept. He'd like to say that this didn't happen often, but during these breaks, it was quite a common occurrence. He was edgy and itching to do something. But what? He sat down for a brief moment, staring at his door before standing right back up again and heading down the corridor. This tick wasn't healthy and Scout found this even more so as he rounded the corner. He had this uncontrollable urge to coo
6:15 English Version6:15 English Version3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The dining hall was completely barren; save for a single person, whose physical presence was not enough to prolong a facade of liveliness throughout the room. A heavy, weighted silence commanded the whole of the room, penetrated only by the unearthly clock, hanging ominously above the only set of double doors leading into the dining hall proper. The Mess room, in which more than one hundred men could eat at any given time was separated in this very moment into two halves: in the half furthest back where dozens of stacked chairs and tables, untouched from the day on which they first arrived. In the closer half, closer to the kitchen and entrance, rests a single long table and twelve chairs. Only one was occupied. Scout draws his arms farther from him, allowing the limbs to rest across the table. He stares, exhausted, at his coffee --- strong, drenched to an unrecognizable beverage with the help of extraneous amounts of milk and sugar ---- he would need it.
As far as he could rememb
Tenta SniperHe awoke in water, deep enough to drown in. The lights shining in his eyes remained even hours after a needle drove into his skin. Arms bore the signs of metal and leather bindings and he rubbed them with out thinking. No more voices, no more hands. His nerves replayed the violations even as his vision focused. No, it is done. Silence, save for the water flowing around him.Tenta Sniper2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Eyes went wide. His nose, his mouth all under the surface breathing in unnatural liquid. Another vile reminder in his mind; being shoved under, head kept down until he near blacked out. Again they said. We'll test him again after more injections. Reflexes clenched at the realization and his head shot up, mouth vomiting a lung full of water.
Pain in his limbs from the motion. He shut his eyes trying to breath. Air in his chest now, an old comfort. A flash of memory. Scalpels on his face, a point directed at his helpless pupil propped open with clamps. Bringing a hand up he rubbed his temple, swatting the area free of
SCOUT IS SUCH A VIRGIN.In my tummy, butterflies.SCOUT IS SUCH A VIRGIN.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel them flit about.
Now, I know I need it, and
Now, there is no more doubt.
So now, here we are. I look
Up and say, "I love you."
When you smile and kiss my head,
I know you love me too.
But I want more of you, and
I can't just stop somehow.
I can't think of a better
Setting than here and now.
I can't stand it anymore.
I pull you to a kiss.
"I want it, I want you, I
Want tonight, I want this."
"If I give it to you, I
Need to know it's not just
Another notch in your belt.
Is this love I can trust?"
"'Cos this is significant.
Its loss can't be erased.
It can't be compensated
For, returned, or replaced."
"If I give it to you now,
I need to see you know
That, no matter who you meet,
Or the places you go..."
"No matter where you start from,
No matter where you end,
No matter if I am your
Love, enemy, or friend..."
"No matter who you were, and
No matter who you'll be,
You'd always, always, always
Have a small part of me."
I can see his smile grow i
Scout X Reader: Don't Fuck Up"Read em' and weep, boys." I grinned, laying out my set of cards on the table.Scout X Reader: Don't Fuck Up2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Heavy, Medic, Sniper and Demo all groaned loudly. As I was handed a watch, a set of 20 dollar bills and a pair of boxers, I grinned.
"How do you always do that?!" Said Medic, seeming frustrated with our game.
I responded with a shrug. I collected my winnings, and stood up, about to go to my room. Suddenly, my eyes grew wide as a pair of arms were wrapped around my waist.
"Ahh!" I shouted with sudden surprise, calming down a bit when I realized who it was.
"Yo girly, calm it. It's just me." Scout chuckled as he kissed my cheek and carried me under his arm.
I let him do as he pleased, taking me into his bedroom with him. Putting me down on the bed, he laid down next to me and began to play with my hair. I looked at him, curious of his sudden affection.
"What's up?" I finally broke the silence.
"You ready for tomorrow?" He asked me.
I responded with a nod.
Tomorrow was the beginning of a new month. That also me
TF2: LOST LIMBSTF2: LOST LIMBS3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Story by DarkLitria
Written By Foxgirl001-of-Doom
I do not own Team Fortress 2, all rights goes to Valve.
Shootings and explosions were filling the battlefield as a hard and brutal battle was going on, everyone fighting for their survival but there was still a lot of killing too and they went straight to respawn.
There was one lucky guy that was lucky enough not to get killed so easily and that was because of who he was.
He could thank his incredible speed for not getting killed so easily and shooting was also one of his talents but not as much as his running.
This was a good day Mike could tell, he had this feeling that his team would win
but everything could happen in anytime during the battle so he better be prepared in anything.
The Scout ran as fast as his legs could bare him to the enemies base, as always to get the other teams intelligence and he of course got it without problems.
On his way out he shoot a pyro, still he got some small bu
By Accident-Tentaspy X ReaderBy AccidentBy Accident-Tentaspy X Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tentaspy X Reader
Mild cussing. Nothing major.
“It’s because of all those energy drinks that your fast. It has nothing to do with skills.” I said, crossing my arms and glaring across at Scout. He huffed at me with indignation.
“No it does not! I’m just that fast. Unlike your slow snail pace.”
“I’m not slow. I’m trying to cover everyone else as you go gallivanting off into trouble like always!”
It was just another typical day in Blu Base as me and Scout fought over God knows what, since it was a day off and all. As loud and hard we fought, this was the usual. It wasn’t like we hated each other, hell it was almost like we were related. His ego just got in the way a lot, and it drove me crazy. Maybe that’s why the others left the room?
“Yeah, well I can prove to you just how skilled I am.” He smirked at me, which I countered by flippin
TF2 - Respawn Family Part 2"Doktor-"TF2 - Respawn Family Part 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
"No!" Medic swatted a hand airily in the direction of the large Russian, attempting to bury his head further under his pillow.
The world spun upside down and Medic found himself being held up by the ankle, high above the ground, eye level with Heavy, glaring at him lightly.
"Is time for vake up, Doktor."
"Neeeeiin." Medic squirmed in the uncomfortable grip and grabbed a pillow, batting the giant weapons expert across the face. "Put me doooown! I vas asleep! Down!"
The German kicked out a little, squirming upside down, still half asleep and glaring from the bright walls of the infirmary.
"Nyet, Doktor, it is time to vake up, you overslept."
The Heavy was silenced by another hit across his face by the soft pillow, making him chuckle lowly at the brunettes futile attempts to escape the one-handed hold.
"Down, dummkopf, down!
"Nyet. Are you awake yet?" The larger of the two grinned as the smaller looked down- or up in his case- as if truly
Training Day (Sniper x Reader fluff) It was your first day of training as a sniper, and you just didn’t feel like functioning. Sniper had instructed you to get up in time to leave at daybreak, and be prepared for hot weather. You had clambered down from your bunk in the female dormitory sleepily and got dressed quietly, not wanting to wake anyone. The female spy in the bunk beneath yours snored gently in her sleep mask with a tiny smile on her face. You envied her.Training Day (Sniper x Reader fluff)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once dressed, and after a stop by the bathroom, you carried your work boots down the corridor to the main living area. You slumped into the long sectional couch and set to the task of putting on and lacing up your boots. You glanced up sleepily to the coffee table to see a brown paper sack with a note on it. It was from the female spy:
“Good morning, Cherie. Enclosed are a lunch and a few necessities you may have forgotten early in the morning. Bon chance! P.S. If you want a quick breakfast, there are cereals. Get to them before
Hat Fortress 2 Theme SongI want to be the very bestHat Fortress 2 Theme Song4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Like no one ever was
To find them is my real test
To trade them is my cause.
I will travel across the servers,
Searching far and wide
Each crate to understand
The power that's inside!
Gotta trade 'em all
It's you and me
I know it's my destiny
Gaben's my best friend
In a game we must defend
Gotta trade 'em all
A crate so true
Our keys will pull unusuals
You trade me and I'll trade you
Gotta trade 'em all
Every scam along the way
With evidence I will report
I will trade everyday
To claim my hatful place!
Trade with me, the time is right
There's no better offer
Hat in hat we'll win the bidding
It's always been our dream unusual!
Gotta trade 'em all
It's you and me
I know it's my destiny
Gaben's my best friend
In a game we must defend
Gotta trade 'em all
A crate so true
Our keys will pull unusuals
You trade me and I'll trade you
Gotta trade 'em
TF2 - Respawn Family Part 4"Me-"TF2 - Respawn Family Part 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Russian had burst through the door to his friend, war not thirty minutes from starting, and upon not seeing the doctor at the breakfast table - (Spy's turn to cook; nothing like French toast before war) - Heavy knew the man had overslept, and raced after finishing his food to the man, only to find the German with his back to him, fully aware of the situation, and hastily getting dressed.
Dark hair tussled from sleep; the physician was tying his belt around his tan pants, shirtless from sleeping, boots on, glasses on his desk.
"Almost there, go vithout me!"
The weapons expert watched as a smooth and slightly scarred back disappointingly disappeared beneath a silky white shirt, and as soon as the cloth slipped over his shoulders, the owner of the pale flesh began darting around his infirmary, gathering his needed things, the shirt open and revealing the stomach and flat chest beneath, also slightly marred by senile battle wounds.
Grabbing his g
SI 14Rapture watched the tall lanky man enter Lenny's room, her eyes narrowing with suspicion; she had always wondered why Lenny had always acted so odd, she just hadn't know it was because of some boy. The two of them would have to speak later, she couldn't afford any questionable acts to come and break their 'trust'. She turned, and continued to her own room, she would question her about it later because she had more important things to do now.SI 143 years ago in Sketches More Like This
A knock at the door roused Rapture from her musings, "Come in" she responded, sitting up straighter, and turning towards the door. The broad build that was Fate entered the room and turned, closing the door gently behind him. She almost laughed at the scene, the thing they called their Soldier could be such a raging lunatic at one moment, like when he found out Zira was truly dead, but yet be so gentle with meaningless things, like whether a door was shut gently or not.
"And you decided to intrude upon my personal space why?" She asked, fro
Survival Instinct 3"Get up, idiot." Rapture grabbed Ziras' shoulder and pulled her into a sitting position.Survival Instinct 34 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"W-wha?" Zira replied, yawning and rubbing her eyes.
"Fate's out of his room, we're going to search it."
"But...but he's a part of our team..."
"Come on Zira, he magically appears out of no where, the BLU headquarters was worried my ass."
"But Rap, that's mean..."
"Oh come on, don't you think it's suspicious that he's not in bed at 2:00 am?"
"...maybe he's in the bathroo-"
"Checked it, he's not there. Nor anywhere in the base."
"Ziriah!" Rapture sighed, "You're too trusting, you know that right?"
"Idiot... He could be a spy from the RED team."
"But he killed that RED spy we fought two days ago. That doesn't make sense."
"Maybe it was to get us to trust him."
"...no RED team member would readily get themselves killed just to let some other guy further his trust with us."
"What if the guy was suicidal?"
"Then he would have killed himself beforehand." Rapture sighed, placed a hand
Survival Instinct 2Fate woke to frenzied screams, he jumped up and ran towards them; hoping to make it in time to prevent the deaths of his team mates, that would not look good on his record. He paused, blinking as he tried to comprehend the sight. Zira and Lenny stood on either side of the room, smiling pleasantly, while Rapture was squealing happily as she hugged a person in an oxygen mask. "Thais! You came!" Though Rapture hadn't known that had been the girls name until the female pyro had handed her a card, listing her name, age, and job.Survival Instinct 24 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"...and here I thought you guys, er, girls, were getting murdered..." Fate muttered.
"Heh, a bit over excited isn't she?" Lenny commented, more a statement than a question.
"Yeah, and here I was beginning to think that was Ziras' job." He easily ducked a smack to the head from Zira, who was trying to suppress a grin.
"Heh, well, you know, everyone has their ups and downs."
Sirens began to go off right as Rapture was showing her where she could store her weapons.
Vanilla ch.4VanillaVanilla ch.43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Medic squirmed in the arms of the Spy behind him. He whimpered, scared and unsure of what to do. He wanted to scream, but he was scared the Spy would slit his throat.
"Ma Petit.... You are better in person, than what I expected. So small, so perfect..." He heard the Spy whsiper into his ear. Medic started stammering in German, too nervous and scared to form English sentences. The Spy just laughed, nuzzling the smaller man's neck. Medic was whimpering and shaking, rambling on in German. He felt the Spy nuzzling his neck again, and freaked out more. Suddenly, he saw a glint. Sniper! He wiggled more, then started screaming.
"Hilf! Hilf!" He started screaming for help, hoping someone was around to help him. Suddenly, a little blue dot appeared on his chest. He knew Sniper was trying to aim for the Spy. Medic froze, giving Sniper a chance to get the Spy, but the Spy was too quick. He ducked down behind Medic, his butterfly knife out in an instant and aimed for Medic's throat.