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ONE BED TROPE??????? o m gosh!!!

I love this trope. anyways its all the same scenario, one bed, wake up in each others arms, you get the jist of it!!

characters: Scout, Soldier, Pyro and Demoman!!!

warnings: none!!

note: this is part 1, part 2 will have the rest of the mercenaries!! wooooo oh btw he/him pyro and its not mentioned but I just wanna say he's chubby hehe ok ok enjoy!!!

Lemme set the scene

Yall are sent on a mission, the only place available was this hotel and it was BOOKED. You only managed to get one room which meant you were staying together, now the problem is...there's one bed.

♡Scout♡

• panicking internally and very obviously sweaty

• "scout there's one bed-"

"YEAHHHHHHH WELL UH...I could always uhhh sleep on the floor ya know?"

"What?? Dude no way. I'll sleep on the floor."

"My ma would KILL ME if she knew I let somebody else sleep on the floor, ILL sleep on the floor."

• he's pretty nervous but no way is he gonna let you sleep on the floor. He's sleeping on the floor. That's that.

you two just hang out in the room, both real confused on what to do. Well, mostly you. You feel like an ass for making him sleep on the floor, so you come up with the brilliant idea of sleeping together.

• "Hey scout, why don't we just...sleep together in the bed?"

He immediately stops drawing and turns to you fasted than Usain bolt himself. "WHAAAA???? I mean...I don't mind and stuff but like ya know I-" He rambles on obviously flustered by the idea.

"No no it's okay, it's not like we're gonna be doing anything weird."

"Totally! Just...just two good pals...sleepin' in the same bed. This is awesome."

• so now after some time, you both decide its time for shut eye. very awkwardly, he slides next to you in bed? It's not a small bed, but he still feels so suffocated by all the nervousness he has right now. 'Cmon Jeremy, just sleepin together...in the same bed. Nothin' weird about it. Like they said. Stop bein' so nervous...WHY AM I SO NERVOUS.' he's trying his best to sleep and get it over with but his thoughts are crowding him. Nervous wreck.

• your nervous yourself but hey, you gotta sleep so you suck it up and sleep before he does.

• his thoughts are cut off by your quiet snoring, turning to look at you. Your already fast asleep, your cheek smooshed into the pillow as your chest rises calmly. Your so peaceful when you sleep, he can't help but admire you for a bit.

• "goddamnit. your even cute when you sleep, that's ain't fair Y/N." He can't help but smile, he knows that was the corniest thing he's ever said but honestly he just can't help himself.

• he finally calms down and settles in a comfortable position, facing you.

dududu morning time

• he wakes up first, he isn't a heavy sleeper at all.

he's a bit confused to the warmth he's feeling. he looks down to see you cuddling his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist.

his cheeks heat up, as he struggles to say or think. is this real?? is he dreaming??? are you actually hugging him right now??? OH mh god????msmsmzm

• he doesn't say anything, what is there to say? why would he want to say anything? honestly, he doesn't want you to wake up because he likes this. he likes your arms around him, so sound asleep...it makes him feel nice.

He rests his head on top of yours, a goofy smile on his face as he goes back to sleep.

♡Soldier♡

• he wants to get an early rest so he can be up and ready for tomorrow, he barges into the room with you following behind. Your surprised at the fact there's just one bed, but he is not bothered.

• "oh- soldier there's only one bed."

"YES. I CAN SEE THAT! I GUESS WE'LL JUST HAVE TO SHARE."

"OH? uh okay!"

• he rushes to the bathroom to change while you unpack your stuff and just sit by the bed. It's a bit of a relief to know he's not feeling awkward about it all.

But in reality, your dead wrong.

In the bathroom, he can't help but feel a bit nervous. It's not like he's never done this, he's slept together with many other mercs, especially demo because they get drunk and accidentally fall asleep on top of each other. (Lmao)

But with you? oh boy. He has an inner monologue that is just him comforting himself.

'Get over yourself! You, are a SOLDIER! And SOLDIERS DO NOT GET SCARED!'

'EEEEXACTLY. THERE IS NOTHING TO BE SCARED OF. THANKS ME.'

'YOUR WELCOME, ME!'

• gets over it quite fast, and quickly settles into bed.

"Oh? Your sleeping already?"

"YES. A SOLDIER MUST GET HIS REST! I DO NOT WANT TO FAIL THIS MISSION."

"Haha, cool! I'm just gonna do stuff then."

"YOU...ARENT SLEEPING?"

"No, not yet anyways."

"..NO! YOU MUST SLEEP. SLEEP IS GOOD."

"Oh? But I'm not tired-"

"NONSENSE. YOU MUST SLEEP NOW CADET, THAT IS AN ORDER."

"Pfft-okay okay, I'll sleep."

• you get up to change too and get back in, he's keeping his eye on you. It's like he's waiting for you to sleep so he can sleep too, it's kinda weird but his intentions are good.

You get in next to him, shimmying into the covers as you get into a comfortable position. He sleeps facing the ceiling, stiff as a board.

"I AM GOING TO SLEEP NOW. GOODNIGHT CADET."

"night solly."

• yall sleep like babies, there's the occasional feeling of discomfort by soldier accidentally hitting you in the face because his once stiff as a board sleeping position is now a position that looks demonic. But it's not too bad, you both still get your bed rest.

dududududududuuuuuu mooorrning

• he wakes up the moment the clock strikes 8, it's like he has an alarm inside of his brain that goes off when it does and boom he feels like he's gonna combust.

your...spooning him. head rested on your chest, his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist as your head is resting on his.

He's grinning. bro is giddy 💀 delighted 💀 bro is rejoicing rn 💀

But in all seriousness, he's so happy. He chuckles, then stops because he's scared to wake you up. And sadly he does, causing you to pull back a bit.

• "mmmmm...soldier?" You realise the position your in and your eyes widen, cheeks red from embarrassment.

You pull back, making him frown. "I'm so sorry man oh my gosh-" You apologise. "THERE IS NO NEED FOR APOLOGIES PRIVATE! I LIKE IT. LETS DO IT AGAIN." It seems as it's not just you who's red, but so is he. His cheeks are flushed, but he's filled with such confidence it makes you feel...Happy.

"I...well-okay! I like it too."

It was an awkward response definitely but, you did like it. Its just a bit surprising to hear that your crush likes it when you accidentally spoon him. He leans into you, wrapping his arms around you as he did and pressing his head gently tly onto your chest.

Your heart beats fast. But you feel relieved, this is a sign right? He likes you back? Probably. You don't really wanna think right now, you wanna feel him. You wrap your hands around his neck, holding him gently. You two stay like that for a bit, being in each others embrace. Well until someone knocks on your door, disrupting your special moment and pissing the fuck outta soldier.

Honestly, your a bit mad too.

You two spend the rest of the day with each other, talking, messing around and sometimes you two will glance at each other and smile at the eye contact in the middle of the mission, its real sweet.

♡Pyro♡

• like Soldier, totally unbothered.

• and also like soldier, a teensy bit nervous.

'Oh my goddd?? Im gonna sleep with them!!! yay!! but also oh my gosh I'm gonna sleep with them'

• he is real happy to be able to sleep with you tho, but boy is just worried to scare you off. he knows your nice and wouldn't judge him but still, the insecurity is there.

• "Oh dude, there's one bed."

"Mmmmhh mmfhh mmmhd mmhmf mmh mmhhd!" (Guess we'll have to sleep together!)

"Aha, okay. Are you okay with it though? I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable."

"Mmmh, mmh mmhhd." (Nahh, its okay.)

• he's just glad your okay with it too.

• You two just talk until you both feel tired, as you change into your pajamas and he does too, but he keeps the mask on. He's not too happy about how he looks, and he's glad you understand.

• you both slip into bed, he gives you tons of space that he's almost out of the bed.

"Pyro, your gonna fall of the bed if you keep getting so far."

"Mmmhh mmh mmhhm. Mm mmhhd mmhhmdd mmhd mmh mmhhdd." (I'll be fine. I just wanna give you space.)

"That's sweet but, it's okay man. Come closer."

"Mmhfhfhhf mmhhf!" (Hahdhdhhf okay!)

• he scooches closer to you and faces you, he's so happy you can't see his face right now because he is FLUSHED. bro looks like a tomato under that mask.

"That's better. Goodnight pyro."

"Mmmhn." (Night.)

• his world is colorful with that mask, but even without it he feels so bright with you. and when your so close to him? he can't help but feel a bit shy. yet, he starts to feel the drowsiness get to him, and he soon falls asleep after you do.

skiddibap boo powww!!!! it's the sun time

• he wakes up, head on your shoulder as he's holding you from behind. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist making him feel even more flushed than he was that night. He doesn't move or say anything, try as he might, he's so fucking nervous right now.

Your breathing slow and steady, nothing like what he's going through. His breathing is LOUDD because of the mask. You don't wake up though, your too comfortable like this. The urge to squeal like a school girl is strong but he resists. Sighing in pure joy as he tightens his grip around you. He doesn't even bother anymore and just goes back to sleep.

♡Demo♡

• he's pretty calm about it

• "it's fine lass, I don't mind sleepin' on the floor."

"No no i wouldn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. I'll sleep on the floor."

"Hm, why don't we sleep together eh? I mean, if yer alright with it."

"Oh! Uh...yeah totally!"

"Okay. Don't be so nervous eh? I ain't gonna bite ye."

"Haha, yeah."

• he's not nervous at all, infact he sees this as an opportunity to be closer to you. He was already happy to be your assigned partner for the mission, so this is kind of the kicker of it all.

You two talk a lot, he asks about stuff you'd normally not talk about at work and it's super calming to be around him. Heck, you two even stay up to watch some movies that are on the TV.

After a movie marathon with him, you start to feel sleepy. He does too, you two decide its time to rest and get comfortable under the bedsheets.

"Goodnight Tavish."

"Night lass."

It's pretty calming...until you wake up at 2 am because he's wrapping his arms around your arm and not letting go. He has a weird ass sleeping position, he grips you tightly like if he let go you'd dissappear.

You try to gently push him off but he won't budge, you give up after a couple attempts and sleep like that.

yk what time it iss.....Sun time part 4

• you wake up before he does, and wowwww

Your held against his chest. Your held in a warm embrace as his head leans on yours. His breath warm on your skin, he mumbles and mutters random incoherent sentences as he snores. You can't really process what position your in, as you feel too tired to do anything. But after you do process it, your eyes widen and you feel hot. Though, it feels nice like this. You feel warm.

He goes on, just mumbles. Of course he talks in his sleep.

"Demo? Tav?"

You get a mumble in reply, making you giggle. You smile and go back to sleep. Even though it was time to get up, the mission could wait right?

end wooo

it was difficult trying to describe different ways of cuddling even tho it was the same scenario for every goddamn character but ykw its FINE anyways WOOO I'm back babeyyyy midterms are next week but writing makes me happy anyways WOOOOOOOOOOO

The Mercs react to Y/N telling them they have PTSD:

WARNING: FUCKING LONG.

Scout:

- He nods along slowly as you explain this. He might be incredibly childish and confrontational towards everyone but he’s not short of knowledge he learned in college, and personal experience. He seems to understand.

- Scout looks beyond terrified as you describe what happened to you. He doesn’t understand why something so terrible would happen to somebody with so much value.

- He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s had childhood trauma himself. He goes “My brothers weren’t nice when we were little..” He then refuses to elaborate. This was his attempt to empathize with you.

- He sits there on the side of your bed with his head in his hands. Bouncing his knee restlessly. You could’ve swore you heard a sniffle.

- He’s trying to make his emotional state unnoticeable. But it’s clear to you that he cares. The attempts to hold back his tears say it all.

- If you ask for physical comfort he won’t hesitate twice. His petite body surprisingly feels muscular. He’ll lock his arms around you in a huge hug and won’t let go. He rocks you like a small baby.

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Soldier:

- Freezes up. Like straight up goes stiff. You swear he’s cosplaying as a statue. He’s facing away from you with his hands behind his back as you explain your trauma. You can’t see his expression.

- You think he might not understand and you give up on trying to explain. But then he turns around and goes “No, private. I understand how you feel.”

- Wait what??? Not to be rude or anything but soldier isn’t exactly the brightest when it comes to certain stuff. He’s mostly focused on complete chaos of war and the mayhem he so blissfully causes to his targets. With little room for stuff like psychology. But he sounds surprisingly stoic and understanding.

- As it turns out, whilst he didn’t serve in the US army directly nor has PTSD from the war, his nazi killing spree gave him some pretty horrible insight on what tragedy can do to people. Seeing the look on your face.. It’s the same exact look that young children had when he freed them from camps. (Via blowing the camps up of course.)

- He sounds surprisingly mellow as he comforts you with hugs and reassuring back rubs. Unlike his usual loud and vibrant way of speaking. This is vulnerability you didn’t even know soldier was capable of.

- He has a deadpan look once you finally catch a glimpse of his face underneath that helmet of his. Almost distant and exhausted. He experienced empathy burnout instantaneously.

- “I’m sorry. I know.” Is all he can think of saying. Repeatedly.

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Demoman:

- He’s pissed. Not at you, but at the people who directly or indirectly caused this. You can see righteous anger flaring in his remaining eye as you explain all this baggage to him. He taps his finger on the table impatiently.

- “Bloody hell, this world has nothing but injustice after injustice. And den’ dey wonder why it’s so fucked up. oh, I don’t know lad! Maybe it’s because people like you are stupid as shit!” He goes on a rant about the people involved. He spews drunken threat after threat, waving his bottle around as he talks about all the different ways he could play jump rope with their intestines.

- He immediately drags you into a bear hug. You can hear the venom dripping off his words as he swears that nobody will ever hurt you that way again — Not on his watch. You can hear him breathing heavily against his vest. His breath sounds like a growl. He’s had explosive rage before at the enemy team (pun intended) but this seemed to be his worst yet.

- He puts his entire weight on you, and shields you with his large bulky body. It was like having a giant great dane lay across you protectively. Ready to snap at anything that came near.

- God forbid somebody actually attempts to talk to you today after this revelation. He’ll be watching them closely to ensure your mental state is at ease. The last thing you need right now is another stressor. He becomes increasingly overprotective for the first few weeks.

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Engineer:

- Similar to soldier you can’t seem to understand the expression under his goggles at first. It’s rather unreadable. He sits across from you in his workshop with his hands supporting his head in relaxed position. But as you go into more detail his body language becomes more and more tense. He stops relaxing and instead sits up in the chair and crosses his arms to self soothe.

- He pinches the roof of his nose. His head down in thought. At this rate he can’t even make eye contact with you. He’s distressed about something.

- The gears are turning in his head. “Pardner, are you tellin’ me you had all this shit on your back, and you never even thought of telling me?”

- You profusely apologize, mistaking his behavior for anger. But he’s far from angry. “Hush now, hush.” He wipes your tears away with his gloved metallic hand. You could feel the hardness of the mechanism underneath.

- He sits there with you for an extremely long time. Wrapping you in a blanket that his mom knitted him, and lovingly rubbing your tummy, sides, and back. He seems to know the surface layer concepts of comforting someone with severe trauma. He let you know he’s there, and he’s not going anywhere. That it was in the past and it will remain there.

- You are loved. He really wants you to know your value. He’s hooked on letting you know, in fact. How much you didn’t deserve such terrible things.

- He whispers kind and loving things in your ear. My god, it sounds like velvet to your eardrums. If ears could cum then yours would. His southern drawl is enticing you to relax.

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Heavy:

- Uh oh..

- Yeah, no. quite possibly more pissed than Demoman. You can tell because he’s dead silent and staring out into space with the most malicious intentions in mind. Usually an angry heavy is a loud one, but you were kinda nervous seeing the boiling kettle of a man.

- But unlike Demoman he doesn’t voice his intentions. Let’s just say whatever they are; I recommend you keep him far away from the people involved. Because they’ll likely end up the most gruesome crime scene imaginable. He doesn’t take kindly to stuff like this.

- Due to being a very family oriented person he immediately introduces you to his sisters and mother over the payphone. Because that was usually the thing that made him feel safe. His sisters immediately take a liking to you, and you can hear girlish giggling over the phone. They think you’re cute. No wonder Heavy felt so safe around them.

- “You will become like Heavy’s family. Da?” He asks. Offering you a place amongst them. He knows stuff like this calls for community. He knows it heals people. “And heavy will protect you.”

- You randomly find gifts of food on your bed stand if you have a particularly bad PTSD day. Especially honey cake. His mother always made him that whenever he was upset. They always have little notes attached to them. Small poems about self love.

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Pyro:

- Responds in a very “WHAT THE FUCK??!!” type matter. They’re disgusted and shocked. They immediately hug you without second thought and squeeze you. (A little too tightly.)

- Out of all the mercs, Pyro has to be the most outwardly emotional. They can’t stop bawling about how terrible they feel. They’re crying so much over the thought that that a delicate anomaly of nature had their heart stomped on repeatedly and destroyed.

- Their love language in this situation is nothing but physical affection and kisses. They are so worked up at this revelation that not a single word of encouragement can come out of them. They know they can’t take back what had happened to you. All they want to do is just that.

- Over the next few days, Pyro’s mourning for your mental health quickly manifests less as sadness and more as hyper caregiving. They protect you more fiercely on the battlefield and Spycheck on the regular. They seem more committed to their job and less dissociated than usual. They don’t seem very up to jokes right now.

- Pyro knows trauma is no joke. They know that full well. They become more responsible and ask their colleagues to leave you alone if you feel too stressed. They’re capable of detecting a potential flashback and immediately take you into their quarters to relax from triggers. The expression on your face says it all. You can’t hide anything from Pyro.

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Sniper:

- Shit. god dammit. Fuck.

- He’s laying in his camper van’s bed with his face staring at the ceiling. The entire time he has a look of complete dismay plastered across his face.

- Sniper isn’t exactly the most vocal Merc, but to your surprise he has a lot of things to say about this. Primarily how confused he was that someone like you could be handed such misfortune in life. At least in Sniper’s case he felt like he deserved it.

- His first initial reaction is to get your mind off it. Acknowledging your problems, he pulls out a camera from a box underneath his bed and retrieves a slide viewer. Slipping photos into it and showing you the pictures of Australian wildlife he took before entering the gravel wars. Attempting to ground you back into modern day by reminding you these animals are indeed still around.

- “Ya know, there’s animals everywhere. Isn’t it crazy to think that while we’re in here, a bloody tiger is goring a boar and whatnot? And the boar is absolutely shitting itself? Sometimes it’s hard to imagine we were part of that world once. That we’re still animals. Just really intelligent. It’s easy to mistake ourselves as unlovable gods when our nutty piss mongrel asses can’t even remember a time where we weren’t atop the food chain. We set unrealistic expectations for ourself.” He says, giving an example that everybody is worth while. (This is the same guy who kills anybody by the way.)

- “Just.. What i’m saying is that it’ll take a while for you to heal. I’m here to help with that, mate.” He mutters. He seems pretty against being emotional but it’s not like he has much of a choice in this situation. He deeply cares about you. You’re nice to him.

- There is content silence after a while. After looking through the photos by himself one last time he sighs and plops the device back into the box. You were laid neatly on him, cuddling tightly. He put one hand on your back and rubbed it. His other hand dangling off to the side.

- “S’aight mate.” He says, having no clue how to process the fact you somehow ended up atop him.

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Medic:

- He takes intrigue to your situation. He stops dissecting the specimen he was eagerly studying the anatomy of, and has two fingers on the screw of his glasses. Giving you a raised eyebrow. His curiosity is evident and you can practically hear him thinking. Moving his lips as he tried to internally go over the symptoms of PTSD listed in his brain.

- He’s not surprised that you have PTSD. At all. Somehow he suspected something was wrong the moment you joined the team. No mentally healthy person acts like you do. But that’s okay. His overanalyzing of your mannerisms and behavior seemed to have paid off.

- “Ah yes, post traumatic stress disorder is actually very common with people from your situation. It is treatable.” He says, going for the route of reassuring you this won’t be forever. Dr. Ludwig refuses to show his true emotions to you. Trying to adopt a professional demeanor. He’s losing his mind on the inside and devastated. You catch a glimpse of his smile faltering once or twice.

- For some reason as you’re talking he’s moved away from his project and began writing down notes. Something akin to what a therapist would do. You can see he’s jotting down some of your experiences and symptoms to himself.

- “What medication do you take?” “Oh. Mhm.”

- He puts the temple of his glasses between his teeth and takes his gloves off. Heading towards his pill cabinet above the sink and setting down a bottle in front of you. The label is in german and it somehow looks.. Homemade. This is a terrible idea but this is Medic we’re talking about here. A man who is capable of fixing every problem inside a human body with just a simple snap of his fingers. Maybe if you’re lucky this won’t kill you.

- The medication doesn’t kill you, luckily. It’s very similar to prozac. It’s really a flip of the coin whether or not this aids you, but in the meantime you catch him pacing around his office reading self help books and books from psychologists. He seems eager to understand you. He SWEARS he doesn’t care. He’s just — uhm — doing this by habit because he’s paid to! Yeah! Wow, he really doesn’t want you to know he cares.

- While you’re asleep in bed he periodically begins cracking your door open and taking a peak at you, to make sure you haven’t awoke from a nightmare, or are lagging behind your sleep schedule. the shine of moonlight reflecting off his glasses makes him look rather horrifying. Sometimes if he thinks you’re fully asleep he’ll sit on the bed next to your unmoving body for a while and crosses his arms, looking at the floor. Like an incredibly anxious parent would keep their baby company when sickly.

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Spy:

- Stands silently in the shadows of the base, you can barely see his slim figure. But you can tell he’s listening intently. Unlike the others, you’re the only one he can truly tolerate. There’s a slightly depressed expression on his face as he takes drags of his cigarette. Looking down at the ground.

- “…Pour l’amour de dieu.” (For fuck’s sake.)

- He says nothing afterwards. He lets you vent however long you like. Let out your emotions, even cry. Which you eventually end up doing. He doesn’t complain and paces a little. His eyes still at the floor. Finally after a while of hesitation he raises his arms and offers an embrace. If you choose to hug him, he will do so in what can only be described as an incredibly grandpa-like matter. Back patting, rocking, and mumbles of sweet petnames in french.

- He baby talks you. Take that as you will. He sees you as incredibly adorable individual and because of this new problem he discovered you have, he feels a sense of responsibility that he must aid it in any way he can. Especially considering this man had caused unholy amounts of trauma to people in the past.

- He asks you what you need. Where you need it, and when. How can he make this recovery process easier for you? He even politely offers to kill the people involved. Elegantly going “I assure you, if it is repent for their sins you want, I can arrange that.” Wow thanks Spy.

- Depending on the trauma, he may react more strongly to daddy issues. Prepare to hear a series of new made up slurs specifically created for your father, by yours truly! If any parents are involved in general he’s going to become sickened and repulsed. Jewel-clutching type repulsed. He bares his teeth and shrinks away. nervously fixing his tie. “Ack.. And people think I have a horrible moral compass? Not even I would do something as distasteful as that.” He hisses.

Hi :3 got a Tf2 request...

Sniper, Engineer and Demo Headcanons about a SO that works with abused dogs and adopted already on of this dog :3

Oooh, that’s an interesting idea…

Engie, Sniper and Demo with an S/O who works with abused dogs.

Tw: mentions of animal abuse

🏹 Sniper 🏹

When you told Sniper that you worked with dogs that had been abused by their owners, he immediately wanted to come into work with you

It was sad, seeing dogs cowering in their pens and flinching whenever someone came close

He would watch as you worked with them, not trying to force any contact or anything, just sitting there with treats in your hand and letting them come to you.

You then introduced him to one of the dogs that you had adopted, a sweetheart of an Australian Cattle dog who you had named Chilli (yeah it’s a Bluey reference. So what.)

She had been found tied up in someone’s yard, severely dehydrated.

You had spent weeks slowly earning her trust until you two were inseparable.

He loves her to bits, and he joins you when you take her on walks.

So many snuggles.

She is your and his child now. You are dog parents. There is no escaping it.

🍺 Demoman 🍺

Another big dog lover

He purposefully sobers up when you offer to take him into work with you, as he didn't want to accidentally frighten the dogs.

He almost bursts into tears at the sight of the dogs, and he silently wants to kill the people who abused them a thousand times over.

He watches you in awe as you help them to trust people again; you look so gentle and kind.

When you introduce him to your big fluffy golden retriever Tommy he instantly fell in love with him.

He was found as a stray and was very timid at first, but he eventually became a big loveable goofball.

So many snuggles with you and Tommy. You've almost suffocated twice.

Now you have two loyal boys to love :)

🧰 Engineer 🧰

Pretty fond of dogs, I head cannon he had one growing up

When you told him about your job, he thought it was a very admirable thing to do

He loves watching you work with the dogs, gently coaxing them, not forcing anything and letting the trust build between you.

Sometimes he helps, but most of the time he just watches

You eventually introduce him to your lovely greyhound Evie. She had been used as a racing dog, and her owners had been very abusive, often starving her for days.

She’s still a little shy, but she was much more sociable now.

Engie simply adores her, and she can normally be found lying at his feet in his workshop as he works.

Cuddle piles are a regular occurrence with you. He made a special little corner of his workshop especially for them.

There is no escape from the cuddles

ong I have so many things in drafts-

This was pretty fun to write. Requests are going to be on hold for now so I can finish my other works. Thanks for your patience.

-Axel

Reblogs are appreciated!