Dadspy - Blog Posts
“If you don’t be a good grandfather, I’m gonna teach her so many swear words.” -maybe scout tf2
I would think maybe in this au, Scout knows that Spy's his Dad (he probably hears a French Lullaby and remembered someone singing that to him and connected the dots after a few weeks), but he's waiting for him to confess. Maybe he guilt trips Spy by being a great father to Phoebe and just tells everyone that he's a better Dad than his old man and Spy is just trying not to cry or flinch at the cruel words.
Although Scout has no obligation to offer Spy any forgiveness nor let Spy be a part of Phoebe's life, I think if he was open to letting Spy have a shot at being a better grandfather than he ever was a father, it could be a very healing experience for the both of them. That said Scout's still a thousand times better father than Spy ever was, and he has every right to rub that in.
I think Scout already knows, deep down. But if he hasn't figured it out by now, Reactor would have, and she wouldn't let Scout go oblivious. Spy seems deeply ashamed of his choices and if offered to him I doubt he'd let himself lose his last chance to make things right.
THIS. Something about seeing a character get so enraged by betrayal that they completely let anger consume them and going batshit crazy interests me so much. finally Seeing them letting all theyre rage out because you know somewhere deep in there they’ve been bottling it up all this time. I love the angsty tf2 fics where scout finds out spy is his father and either completely breaks down, or lunging at him with intent to kill.
I absolutely L O V E when people write about Scout finding out Spy is his dad and it just dives into chaos as Scouts emotions over take him and he straight up lunges at Spy with full murderous intent
"On the Battlefield"
Scout is injured. Everyone else is busy (mostly), so Spy himself suggests to carry him. But he seems to be in a completely different place in his mind :)
It's Spy's imagination so there is Spy crab plush. It's so cute, I wanna it///
And I think Spy's perfectly fine with Scout ruining his rich suit with his blood… at least for now ❤️
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Can't do a damn post without even a little bit of Sniperscout in it. God, I'm obsessed…sorry
I like to think they wouldn't even consider leaving Scout to "die" and respawn later. Too protective… Or forgetful? Who knows
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If Scout was conscious (he passed out and they didn't notice 😭), he would wish ladies were fighting over him like his dad and "best friend" do.
I'm too late with this probably (I know) , but wanted to draw them from the last comic so I did
Scout's hairstyle is so nice in the 7th comic and his kids are adorable I'm melting from the cuteness~~~
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My silly mind thinks of Spy saying to Sniper: Okay, you can be with him…I'll not interfere. But no kissing!
It was funny in my mind, I swear! It's just Spy with his sudden overprotectiveness of Scout and wide imagination...
Didn't finish last page, jeez, so let's just imagine it:
Scout hears Spy's scream "NOO! You will not __ my son, you animal!!!" through the door, shrugs and walks away humming a tune
YEESSSSSSSSS!!
Maybe in a different universe
Spy decided to be a good dad and stayed with Scout since birth
Scout: "don't get close to spy he is french and stink"
Pyro: "huddah huh"
(Lasso fill because i will be too lazy to do coloring)
quick thing before i go back to doing homework 💪‼️
Ohoo! I love it lmao
It was funny in my mind, I swear! It's just Spy with his sudden overprotectiveness of Scout and wide imagination...
Didn't finish last page, jeez, so let's just imagine it:
Scout hears Spy's scream "NOO! You will not __ my son, you animal!!!" through the door, shrugs and walks away humming a tune
I love them. Very much 🥹
Spy what have you done..
Scout learned the “I got a bucket of chicken” pick up line from his Ma and the reason Spy hates it so much is because it worked on him.
How would Spy react to not being able to find his knife, only to see some little kid messing with it?
LET ME SEE WHAT YOU HAVE,
A KNIFE!
NO!
SMALL CHILD WIELDS SHARP OBJECT, LOCAL SPY CONFOUNDED!
His first feelings would likely be of confusion, anger, followed by seething rage when he noticed his knife was missing. After all, he was the Spy, no filthy pickpocket could simply take it. There was no way he had forgotten it either, as he triple checked his belongings and kept them on his person at all times. Being in public, there was no way for Spy to necessarily do much about it. He couldn’t just shout “WHERE IS MY KNIFE?!” To the world, and so he forces a deep breath and begins to search, splitting off from the team and looking about without garnering attention, as if he were merely a tourist.
At first, he had expected to be looking for any suspicious individuals, not anyone barely up to his middle in height. Yet, after a minute or two of scanning the room, there had been no other options, and right there. A lone child, holding a knife.
They were practically begging to be yelled at, dragged by the ear and taken to their guardians for such a bold defiance of all things he held dear, yet… It seemed the child had no parents in their midst. They were enthralled by the blade, flicking it between their fingers and trying to get the butterfly knife to do a trick or two, the light metal clattering far less satisfyingly in their smaller hands. Yet, while not masterful, the little kid treated the weapon with respectful caution, lacking precision but aware that their plaything was dangerous and sharp.
Spy found himself staring, rather than doing anything about it. Nothing about their appearance resembled his son, it wasn’t as if he had reason to not snatch it away and be done with it, yet here he was. Perhaps he saw a bit of his younger self in their eyes, or in the way they had healthy caution for the unknown, yet played with it anyway.
Eventually, he exhaled and wandered over to the child, unsure what angle with which to approach the situation. Putting out his cigarette and kneeling down to get to eye level, he left a hand outstretched for them to return the knife, frowning.
“This is mine, mon petit, may I have it back…?
The child seems afraid, immediately shocked that they were caught. They shake their head, mumbling a “noo…”
“And why is that?” He has to force himself to be patient. Interacting with children is not his forte, but perhaps it feels like a second chance.
Reminding himself this is a stranger, but unwilling to walk away without at least getting his knife back, and giving the child reason not to do such a thing again.
They blink, looking down at the butterfly knife. “Cause it’s pretty and feels good to use… Whus your accent from? S’all sounds pretty...”
Spy, shocked by the answer, goes silent, before sighing.
“Well, it is unwise to play with dangerous objects, mon ami. And… It is French. Do you know French?”
“My momma was from France! I knew I recognized th’ talking…”
“And where is she now..?”
The child’s expression immediately falls, and Spy needs no verbal answer to know what may have happened.
“Have you any other guardians?”
They shake their head, pointing down the road towards the old orphanage, shrugging sadly.
“Don’ matter, s'alright…”
There was the anger again, but now tenfold. Not at this child, but at himself. Of course he had to converse with the child, feel protective, now look at him. He had a job to do, he should have just grabbed the knife and went on with his day.
When they finished talking, and Spy had left, there was a hollow feeling in his chest. Guilt, was it? Insecurity? Knowing the effect of not being present, it felt as if perhaps he was being given a second chance, yet he wasn’t sure how willing he was to throw it away.
Returning to the base, there were quite a few phone calls made to Miss Pauling, then the Administrator herself. Paperwork, negotiations, how in gods name would he work this out- Convincing Miss Pauling to allow a child into the base-- so long as battles were separate and hidden from their view, had been a breeze, but it was the Administrator, a cold, cruel hag of a woman whom he knew would take issue with the idea. It was to the point that he had been conversing through the night, even just in his white button up and suit pants, but he continued to talk.
What would his teammates think? He dreaded to find out, he merely hoped none of them would question it or tease him, but he knew he would come under fire, if only because he was the Spy, an uncaring, cold, emotionless figure.
At the very least, he knew he had time to pass, since the time in which it would take to get the paperwork in order, a new room built, etcetera, would give him ample time to learn more about who it is he was about to bring to the base.
That next day, a child wakes up to a gift by an unknown donator, all they know is it was a man with a vest and tie, with salt and pepper hair, inside of which is the materials to make the popsicle stick butterfly knife, a soft rabbit plushie, and a note written in a very simple cipher for them to solve.
“Pack your things in two weeks, If you see a woman in purple, she is your friend.”