Unexpected Guests (TF2 x reader)

"Don't need another perfect lie"

Prepping yourself and making a solid plan, you were able to somehow gather the confidence to walk out that door and....

Gather the confidence to walk out the door and...

You weren't walking towards the door. You only stood fidgeting with your phone's popsocket, nervously popping it back in and out of place as you stood.

You had no confidence. None whatsoever. You had to do this. You couldn't stay and hide in here forever. Like ripping the Band-Aid off and telling your parents very important information about your report card that you know you can't put off so you might as well just go ahead and tell them in the most straightforward way possible even though you might get beaten up and yelled at and...

You rolled your eyes and cussed at yourself. They weren't going to yell at you, they weren't going to beat you, stop fucking doing this. Of course this was going to be tough, but you just got to go and do it! You know you very well can't look these people in the eyes and tell them these things, but you have to. It's either that or lie out of your ass about hell only knows what to save face and eventually be found out. And how you hated liar revealed stories.

You weren't confident. You weren't even ready. But you had what you needed and you had a plan. With a sinking feeling in your chest, you reached forward and finally opened your bedroom door.

~°.✧.°~

Someone had made breakfast. The delicious smells wafting through the apartment gave you a sense of familiarity you couldn't quite place. You didn't know how you even missed it being cooped up in your room... It smelled wonderful, warm and inviting. To your relief the boys greeted you cordially, being very polite as you made your way out. You gave them a smile, trying to hide how nervous you really were.

It surprised you when Sniper handed you a plate of pancakes, oozing with yummy syrup and butter and oh It looked just as great as it smelled. You turned to see the boys all gathered in the living room, Scout fiddling with the television remote as everyone made themselves comfortable. It was like yesterday, some people sitting on the couch and the circular ottomans while others occupied some floor space around the living room. Pyro had noticed you and gave an excited wave, ushering you over with a "Mmmph mmn mrph!"

You carefully toed your way around Soldier, who was seated on the floor and sat yourself beside Pyro, The masked mercenary clapping happily as you do. You gave them an uneasy smile as you began to eat. You bit into the pancakes, your eyes widening as you gave an excited hum. They were great! Fantastic!! They were perfectly cooked with the right amount of firmness, peanut butter spread in between the pancake layers with a very generous helping of syrup to top everything off. It was so good! Of course nothing beats your Grandma Patty's pancakes, but it's pretty amazing. You heard someone laugh as you hum, looking up to see Sniper finally sitting down on the floor by the coffee table.

"Like it?" He asks. "Made it meself. Hopin' ya don't mind me using the kitchen."

You wave your good hand dismissively. "It's all good." You reassure him.

"Ya television is huge!" You heard Scout say excitedly. You gave everyone a look as they were all distracted by the TV finally turning on. Most of them probably haven't seen a TV that big. It was on the cheaper end, a simple black flat screen television, one of the only things you could afford at the time. You didn't mind, as long as you could hook up your Xbox 360 and PlayStation to it you were good. You watched as Scout figured out the remote, smiling gleefully as he flipped through the different channels. Eventually he settled on some action cartoon you've never been interested in before, much to the dislike of the other mercenaries.

"Lad, we don't wanna watch cartoons!" You heard Demo groan, his sentiment being matched by almost every other mercenary. Pyro gave a happy laugh as they pointed at the screen.