On a ceasefire day, something went wrong with the teleporter and it exploded, the explosion effected everyone in the base... they're not in Tfort anymore that's for sure. (A/N: Tf2 and Avengers/Marvel crossovers, I haven't seen one like this...so I'll make one! characters may be a bit OCish but I'll try, I'm also horrible at summaries)

(Tf2 x Reader) DISCLAIMER: This book contains content that is for more mature audiences. MURDER, GORE, SEXUAL CONTEXT, STRONG LANGUAGE, AND SUICIDE ATTEMPTS ARE MENTIONED. Have you ever wondered what the life of a murderer consisted of? How well they manage to keep their insanity hidden under many years of pressure. How many lives they had witnessed, first hand, come to an end. After witnessing the death of her family members, (Y/N) seeks redemption. (Y/N) has traveled the world, but no place will ever satisfy her cravings. She spent most of her life in Ireland after the murder and built friendships, connections, and most importantly, a strong alcohol tolerance. Yet, only one out of three would be useful in certain situations. After finally snapping and killing someone out of rage, she was smuggled into the United States, and ended up landing in the small town of Teufort, New Mexico. A small, isolated town, that was probably already full of deranged killers and frauds. She earns herself a job in the town's saloon, in order to earn her keep, and plays the piano to keep the guests entertained. She had heard stories of a group of men that the town wasn't too fond of. Soon, those stories have been put to truth, as a handful of them walk through the saloon doors, looking specifically for her. What could they possibly want?

( completed & needs heavy editing ) 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 class-2a bullies their classmate for her weakness not knowing what ' s coming to them once she gets stronger . "𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘 when could you move like that !" "𝗜 don ' t know shoto , why don ' t you ask your daddy ." ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ WRITING STYLE IS EXPERIMENTAL (this story is old and i was trying to figure some stuff out as a writer sorry haha) ©𝘢st3roids/ 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 / ©𝘬𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 / 𝘣𝘯𝘩𝘢 / 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯 ' 𝘵 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 ' 𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰 .

The question is: How does a college student balance normal life with a household full of assassins from another universe? How does a woman caught in the crux of chaos between two worlds fit in any semblance of normalcy? The answer? Start a reverse harem, apparently. (This is my rendition of KirbyPuff88's work TF2xreader: When Two Worlds Meet. Same basic idea, but this is my take on it. If you've read Kirby's work, know that this will be a slow burn comparatively. All credit of the idea goes to Kirby, TF2 belongs to Valve, plot is my own.) UPDATES INFREQUENT ATM: TRYING TO BUILD A CONSISTENT SCHEDULE; GOING THRU COLLEGE!

You were recruited to join the RED Team, and you agreed spontaneously. Was this a bad decision? Probably. Did you regret it? No. However, trying to navigate new friendships and your role on the team has been difficult. Could this have truly been the best thing for you? -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- TF2 is owned by Valve. Cover art by @trash_work001 on Instagram Started November 4th, 2017 Finished April 7th, 2024 -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- Best Ranks: #1 in tf2 - 7/10/18 #4 in teamfortress2 - 7/13/18 #1 in fortress - 9/16/18 #1 in heavy - 6/10/18 #3 in Medic - 12/22/18 #4 in teamfortress2 - 8/14/19 #12 in two - 1/2/20 #1 in two - 4/29/22

You didn't think that a simple job as a postal carrier would someday land you stranded in the middle of a mysterious forest, but this is just one of many consequences of getting too familiar with the odd nine mercenaries (who were most definitely engaged in illegal work). You've had plenty of hectic days, but none as adventure-packed and life threatening as the days in front of you now! Survival wasn't in the contract, but death is not an option (yet). Second part to "Meet the Mailman"

You're a mailman in Teufort, plain and simple...but your last stop of the day has always been a challenge. You just wanted to do your job and get your lousy pay, but at the end of this, you're acquainted (and nearly befriended) with all nine of the mysterious mercenaries...that are probably doing illegal stuff. Hopefully nothing that will trace back to you - you're just the messenger!

IMPORTANT: Currently editing!

Heavily inspired by the song "That Way" by Tate McRae, this story is a Soap x Female Reader ( with heavy involvement from the other members of TF141 ) that I promise has lots of feels and pain involved. I have a full plot established but I am still changing it as I go, so I am not going to give a set description yet. This fic will be 18+ with occasional NSFW content which will be noted ahead of time. ***Title is a WIP. I have no idea what I want the actual fic to be titled.***

You inherited your aunts old house ten years ago, and now it was finally time to move in. A decade of abandonment clearly shows, but there is more to these walls than you initially thought... Strange noises, unexplainable drops in temperature and you could swear there was a pair of eyes watching you from the shadows. --- This story is safe for work! No restrictions apply, so have fun reading! Please still mind the following warnings: mentions of death, scary themes (if you get scared easily) PIC CREDIT: @gh0sted4life on TikTok