《 BLU! Soldier × Fem! Reader 》What a Day!

Ceasefire day

《  BLU! Soldier × Fem!Reader 》

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** Note: This story is based on my headcannon for TF2. Meaning none of the stuff said is actually true or cannon to the comics (Don’t worry I've read the comics before)!

So, to begin, In my eyes, I always think that the BLU’s are the opposite of the RED - RED’s are savages and ruthless, also a bit insane, while the BLU are more calmer, gentler, and resourceful kind of team. This is how I imagine them as, you don’t have to entirely agree with. You believe whatever, there’s nothing wrong with that.

BLU Soldier is more gentle, still loud asf though, loving, and caring while being a tough man with a very small colorful vocabulary. RED Soldier is the yang; Rough, barbaric, vulgar, loud as a freaking siren, and less bright.

Alright, I’m done spilling my guts out. :)

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WARNING: There is some vulgar language cuz of Soldier being him, so watch out for those in the story!! And Soldier is OOC, but read the note above this warning!

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Sitting comfortably on the smoke-gray couch in the makeshift “living room”, you were reading a book called, (Insert book title) by (said book’s author). Amazed by the fine detail of the literature in the said book, you kept your (e/c) orbs glued to the fine print in your hands.

‘Finally at peace with no one around’, or so you thought.

SLAM!

A door was slammed opened from above the room you retired to for the day and thunders of boots were running down the flights of stairs that connected the team’s bedroom and the “living room”.

Surprised by the sudden noise, as well the sound of slamming doors disrupting your peace time,  echoing out through living room that was comfortably silent, you jumped a bit.

You sat up as well bookmarking the page you were rudely interrupted from and placed the book in your lap.

Cocking an eyebrow, you quizzicaly saw Soldier running….running towards you.

‘What the-’ you thought a little too late before you were gently picked up and thrown up in the air, book flying out your lap...poor book as it landed on its spine and bouncing underneath the couch.

(R.I.P book, you’'ll be missed)

“AAAH!!!”, you half-yelped, half-screamed a lung out when you landed in the arms of Soldier.

You glared at him and pouted at said man.

“What the heck was that for Soldier?!”, you hissed at Jane.

“Cupcake, I was bored because both Medic and Engi confiscated my RPG and I can’t live without blowing up stuff on cease fire day - You know how bored I get when I can’t blow up crap!” , Jane wailed liked a five-year old in a grown-ass man body who is literally code named, Soldier.

Crossing your arms against your chest, you stared at Jane deadpanned. Then you sighed.

“Seriously? Is that why you decided to throw me up in the air while in the process of nearly giving me a heart attack??”

Jane sheepishly smiled and nodded for response.

You sighed for the second time for the day.

This will be a long day…

“Fiiiine, what does my strong eagle want to do today that does not include blowing up stuff or smacking people on the head with a shovel?”, you questionly asked Soldier.