Perhaps A Sequel To The Crush Medic X Masc Reader Thats More Romantic (with Art)?

Hiii I do not know who you are but you just suddenly appeared on my dash a few hours ago and now I wanna be frens :]

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Hello there new friend!

I am just simple beginning writer/artist who likes war hat themed hat simulator and write/draw silly things with them :]

Hey there again, I have once again come with another request. My partner and I don't exactly comform to stereotypical gender roles, and shes the first person I've ever been with who's not a straight guy that's made me feel bad if I ever stepped out of the realm of femininity. That being said, it would be really, really sweet to see an x reader fic that is perhaps trans x trans, I personally hc Medic and Sniper as a trans men, but any x reader with a merc you could see as being trans would be cool. Like, a budding romance in which both people involved find yet another thing that connects them. Only if you feel comfortable, of course.

Not so deferent

◇ HCTrans!Medic x Trans Reader[romantic]

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Solider was in Medic's office, shouting and complaining how today's match ended in shameful stalemate meanwhile Medic (completely ignoring him, only nodding from time to time) bandaged his wounds and sewed his most limbs back together. Meanwhile you sat outside alone, in red corridor filled with empty chairs, with wound dripping more and more blood each time you tried to move. Today your team lost, and you were one of the few unlucky people to get badly wounded, not being able to respawn and heal. You couldn't help but feel nervous. It was your first time to be examinated by Medic, alone. Sure you had your chest surgery for the übercharge, but this was done when you had gaint hole in your chest, and when Medic's medigun healed you, just like Heavy, it also fixed your shirt, so no one knew you were.... deferent.

Finnaly you heard Solider's loud "Thanks Doc!". Ready, you stood up, and walked past your teammate, into the Laboratory. You looked around noticing pigeons happly flying around, puddles of blood on the floor and Medic himself, cleaning his bonesaw, preparing for his next speciment- I mean- teammate. He turned around getting you with big smile across his face.

"At! There you are. Glad to see you are the last of my patients, so what is it? Lost limbs? Broken bones?"

You sat down and pointed at your side. He gently lifted your shirt up and from his reaction you could tell it was bad.

"What an injury it is! You definitely need to tell me how you got it. Was it from Demo and his sword? Maybe from Sniper's kukri? I can't wait to hear it!" Medic said before making you lie down on his operation table.

"Now, can you lift your shirt up for me?"

You didn't know what to do. You lifted your shirt, only slightly up, bearly revealing your wound.

"Oh mein libe, don't be shy. We are alone here after all. I am [was] a doctor, no need to feel embarrassed now. I suggest you take of your shirt quickly, don't want you to pass out from the blood loss now, I'm still eager to hear how did you get that nasty wound in the first place".

You hesitated, but you knew you could trust him, so you took your shirt off. Medic glanced at your chest, tilting his head a bit, he smiled and put his medigun over you.

You waiting for something, his reaction on this. Maybe he didn't notice? No...then he wouldn't laugh. Why did he laugh? Was he laughing at you?...

"Is everything alright mein libe?" Medic asked noticing your nervousness.

"It's..." you started "you see.... you aren't surprised or...mad?"

"Mad?" Medic giggled "At what? You?"

You nodded.

"You mean, for the-" he pointed at your scars.

You nodded again.

Medic chukled again, and sat down next to you.

"What a ridiculous thing, of course I'm not mad! Surprised, yes, but never mad"

He noticed you looking away, he thought for a bit before taking your hand.

"So we aren't so definitely after all..."

You looked at him confused.

"It was a hard operation, I had to do it myself because non of the clinics I was in wanted to attempt such a thing! Not to brag but, I manage to do it while passing out only twice"

Both of you stared at each other, holding your hands tight, feeling how word around your doesn't exist anymore, there is just you two.

"Mein libe, you shouldn't be ashamed for what you are. All you have to do is to be you"

Medic smiled as he put small bandage over you hand, and kissed it gently.

He stayed by your side, as your were healed. Both of you talked about your experiences, thoughts, feelings. Each word you felt more and more connected to this strange german doctor, who made your heart race each time he completed how beautiful you are.

It was...nice to know someone could understand you, that there was someone you can relate to. When your wound healed, you didn't walk out, instead you decided to stay and help Medic cleaning his laboratory. He aggred, happily jumping from story to story, just to keep a conversation with you. Of course he let you feel Archimedes with eyeballs, and pet other pigeons saying "They really like you!".

It was a nice way to end your day, you didn't even remember your team lost battle, all you wanted to do is to speak with Medic, and Medic? All he wanted was to hold you, speak with you, comfort you, because today two people found another beautiful thing that connects them...

[I apologise for making you wait! I didn't have a lot of energy to write anything for the past month... I hope you and your partner like it! Thank you for your patience my friend and I can't wait to hear another request from you, and this time I promise to write it faster 💀'"]

Okay, so me and my friend enjoy your writing, and on behalf of my friend I was suppose to ask if it was possible to do like a sniper x spy or heavy x medic. But we understand if you can't so you can just pick one of the mercs and do it x gender fluid reader.

Also, from both of us, don't overwork yourself to burn out.

[Yoo! Thank you so much for this request! I'm glad you and your friend like my writing and my art! And thank you I will take breaks! Again thank you for liking what I'm doing! It means a lot! Have a nice reading!💀💙]

Birds, Bears and blood

◇ TF2 Heavy x Medic

◇ unexpected additional merc appearance

◇ gore and blood. Like- a lot.

RING RING

The day started surprisingly calm. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and as usual, Pyro was trying to set their room on fire. Heavy and Medic were sitting together in the common room. Heavy was reading his book while the Medic calmly rested his head on his lap. Ah. What a peaceful day it is. And nothing will-

...nevermind. Medic stood up, Heavy put his book away, and picked up the phone.

"Hello?-"

"Heavy! Thank god! Finally someone picked up! I was calling Spy, Pyro, Sniper- heck even Scout!None of them answered the phone. Listen, I have important job for you"

"A job huh. Continue, Heavy is listening"

"Alright. Phew- so. Tonight there is a ball organized in tribute to the death of Tom Jones by his fans. One of those fans is Blutarch's new investors. All you need to know about them is that they want to use Tom Jones' death as an advantage to manipulate their fans and believe me when I say his fans are capable of taking over the word for him, that's why the Administrator wants them gone. So? What are you saying?"

"Hm. Heavy is not sure if he can do it alone..."

"Can I make a suggestion?" Medic moved closer to the phone, with his hand on the Heavy's shoulder.

"I might have overhead the conversation anddd I'll gladly volunteer to go with the Heavy. This will be a great opportunity for me to gain new limbs on the way back!”

"Well...if Heavy has nothing against it-"

"Doctor can go."

"Alright! I will send you details soon. See you soon guys"

Heavy looked at Medic as he put the phone away.

"Getting a new limbs? Doctor could make a better excuse just to go out with me"

Medic smirked.

"Oh come on Misha, It was a good professional excuse. Besides you know I need extra set of limbs after Socut drove van with my supplies into the river"

Heavy chukled as he shook his head.

"Fine fine. Prepare yourself Doc. From what I hear this mission will be hard and ridiculous"

Two hours later, Heavy and Medic arrived at the ball. Everyone were wearing Tom Jones clothes, and so were they.

"This makes our work difficult. Miss Pauling didn't give us much of a description of BLU's investors, only thing that we know is that they will wear blue hats"

"We will find zhem, don't you worry. We know they plan to convince everyone during their big speech. We still have some time for ourselves"

"We need to remember this is still a mission..."

"Alright alright. But later you owe me a dance"

After a while, everyone gathered around the large stage. Heavy and Medic remained to the side. Four people approach him and put on blue bowler hats. This is when Medic and Heavy were ready to get behindthe stange, but someone unexpected aproched them.

"Hey there fellas! Whatcha doin' here?"

"Scout? What are you doing here?" Medic asked.

"It's a Tom Jones memorial party, how I could I not go? But you still didn't answer my question"

"We are here to shoot those four little baby man but we need to-"

"I got it!" Scout took his pistol out and with two quick shoots, he manage to shoot one of the BLU investors.

" ...-quietly." Heavy sighed as people began to panic and scream, running away.

"GUARDS!" One of the investors shouted. Soon guards in blue uniforms started to surround them.

"Uhh. Sorry fellas"

"Keep your cheep apology to yourself"

"Wait. I recognise you three! You work for RED! Lock them up!"

One of the guards approached Medic, but Heavy pushed them away with one powerful blow. Another decided to shoot the Heavy in the head, but Medic took out a bone saw and in the last second he stabbed them in the chest. That's when the radio started playing the biggest and best masterpiece Tom Jones had ever created.

"Misha, remember? You owe me a dance."

Heavy smirked and cracked his knuckles.

"Let's dance then Doc."

Soon Heavy and Medic together started to beat the hell out of people. Blood was everywhere. When someone was trying to attack, they only meet their doom. What a dance! Limbs were thrown around everywhere, as both of them started at each other with wide smiles, holding hands, knowing they have each others back.

Scout was there too I guess.

The investors saw this and started to run away, but Heavy and Medic chased after them. They manage to get one of them, killing him quickly, leaving only two. They ran after them to the roof, Medic was faster than Heavy, so he quickly caught up with them. He started fighting with one of them, but he shooting him in the shoulder, the Medic reacted quickly, cutting off his arm. They both rolled to the edge, almost falling, but Medic kicked him in the chest, causing his target to fall off the roof. The last one was left. At that moment, a helicopter appeared and took the investors away.

"Haha! You won't get me now-"

This when he noticed that his transport isn't moving. He looked down to noticed Heavy holding on helicopter, preventing it from flying away. Medic quickly throw his bonesaw at pilot, cutting his head off. Heavy finally let helicopter go, without a pilot, it started to fly high up, shaking left and right. Investor couldn't hold on long enough, so he jumped out with his parachute. Everything would be great untill helicopter started to fall down and t cut him into pieces with his propeller. Heavy covered Medic when it fall down next to them.

Soon both of them looked at each other, covered in blood.

"Well. This isn't the worst date we been on" Medic joked. Heavy giggled and picked Medic up.

"Are you alright? Your shoulder-"

"I'm fine. How about you?" Medic put his hand on Heavy's cheek.

Both of them smiled and soon kissed, with happiness knowing their partner is alright. Heavy gently hold Ludwigs hand, smiling. Medic put his head on Mishs's chest chuckling.

This is when Scout run up, and stared at them with eyes wide open.

"What the hell happened in here?!"

Medic and Heavy looked at him, rolling their eyes.

"Nothing. We finished the mission" Heavy replied.

"Now Scout, since you are here, help me collect the least damaged limbs and put them into my truck! Just remember you won't drive it this time!"

"Ughhh. Why do I always get the grossest part of work." Scout said while doing down the stairs.

They finally returned to base, Medic and Heavy were rewarded, while Scout had to explain everything to Miss Pauling. Both of the layed down on couch, resting close to each other.

"You know what? It wasn't that bad"

"Yes. But Misha promises the Doctor that next time we will spend the evening in a more peaceful way"

Medic smiled and layed his head back on Heavy's lap.

"I know we will, meain libieling"

They both lay down close to each other, glad they can finally rest in peace. Together...

[Anddd there you go! Hope you liked it! I'm not into shipping mercs too much but I hope you enjoyed this story!💀🌌]

It was my first ever tf2 game in casual. I was pocketing nice Scout that probably knew i was new to the game, he was protecting me until the über push from the enemy team, andddd i didn't really knew what does that mean 😅

AND THAT POOR SCOUT WAS SPAMING "MEDIC!" TO WARN ME!

Answering your requests right now! I apologise for it taking so long💀

I SIMPLY AM NOT DONE WITH THEM! THE BLU TEAM AND LOVE.

scout: ultra mega cringelord loser. he is literally bragging about you to anyone who will listen. teammates while they’re taking enemy fire, the enemy team while he is actively shooting them, pauling when she calls for an update on a solo mission; hell, he’ll call hale’s secretary and gab all day if he can. everyone is wondering where he is finding the time between jerking his own ego off and dying on the field. there comes a point they genuinely just don’t think you exist. there is no way this dweeb had enough social wits for anyone to be willing to tolerate him for an extended period of time. objectively the safest merc to be in a relationship with, because he has convinced everyone by being so extremely overbearing, and oversharing literally every detail of your life to them, that if they wanted to they could verify your existence in seconds. but they just don’t believe him. they’re not even willing to give him the respect to see if he’s telling the truth. loves going on dates! thoroughly enjoys a roller rink date, a drive in theatre date, a walk in the park, he’ll do any and everything with you! and then turn around and tell the team exactly what you did, exactly what you said, and your exact stance on every single one of them. they are going to implode if they ever find out you’re real.

soldier: jane doe is honestly… such a cool guy when he’s in love and loved by others. casual is finally a mode he can enter. it’s like a secret unlockable where he takes off his helmet and goes from soldier to jane doe. he’s quite funny! shockingly, a solid contender for the most Normal partner of the bunch. you get a date and he gets handsome for you twice a month or so, small gifts, usually bullet, battle, or america themed. likes bringing you the enemy scout’s dog tags. it’s more like his own little counter for how often he can get that scrawny twat every time he adds to it. always, always gets you flowers. he doesn’t arrange them, but he can get his spy to with a nice enough tone, and maybe some money. likes to take you to the lake. he’s not particularly needy as long as you seem satisfied. every once in a while he might ask you to join him on an odds and ends mission, but you have to stay in the car. he doesn’t know what he’d do to himself if something happened to you. but he likes to have you around! it’s almost like a test. the job is a big part of his life, so he needs someone who can handle it.

pyro: every day that pyro can wake up and look themselves in the mirror and say they are loved and then someone can immediately back that up with “that’s true, because i love you” is a day pyro will shed many, many tears. pyro did not ever think there could possibly be a day they could look at the mirror and say they are loved and actually mean it. actually be telling the truth. they were enough to be loved. they are enough to be loved. by someone other than themselves. they hug you tightly. they never leave your side. they genuinely couldn’t imagine it. they would cut their own arms off before they refused to hold you. they would cut their own legs off before it meant they couldn’t come to you when you call for them. and they are just so thankful. thankful for the opportunity, thankful for your company, thankful to be alive and breathing air in the same general location as you. every step was worth it. every ache was worth it. every bitter day and lonely night was worth these precious moments.

demo: he’s so certain this is closest he will ever get to feeling complete. he doesn’t feel an urge to drink as much, and for a while he is… a less than stellar man. and he will resent himself for the fact he didn’t do this before he met you until he is dead and buried in the ground. he may disappear for a while on a path to… less frequent states of drunk. and when he gets where he wants to be for you, he comes back the same, yet different. dedicated, and domesticated. still humorous, still intense, still wildly entertaining to engage in a lengthy conversation with and still a terrible person to involve in an already bad plan. but he has long term plans for what feels like the first time… ever. he feels like he’s got a reason to be something greater than great. instead of feeling like he’s in a rat race. there’s a point to the money. there’s a point to the fight. and the most important part, there’s a reason to stop this war.

heavy: he is in an almost constant panic. you might as well not exist to him in public. and it does you best to do him the same. the less you interact where people can see, the better it is, because when you’re alone… he’s sickeningly sweet. he won’t leave you be. he will eat what you leave, he will watch what you watch, do what you want to do, tend to you, care for you, proclaim his unfettered devotion… inside the house. and ignore you in public. there is a gnawing fear mikhail has, that he can’t place the origin of, that at any moment he will lose everything he’s ever cared for. and he’s okay if all he loses is guns, and objectives, and money, and himself. regularly. but the idea of losing others can send him into a spiral. and he gets so mad because it only takes a second. a moment of weakness, one instance of him dropping the ball and he will turn around and everything he cares for is gone. he is cruelly reminded on a daily basis. it costs him his teammates’ lives. and he chooses to not care about them, because otherwise he would quit this job. he understands the wall he is to the people who dare risk relying on him. he cannot handle any more responsibility than he has already taken. but for the right person… he just wouldn’t be able to help himself. the social control he exercises becomes a fountain to you. take from it when you need. use who you must. he will be there to ensure your success.

engineer: are you ready to meet the man with the biggest dick energy. he just exudes cool calm collection. it is like every question he ever had is answered. he knows the world is good because you are in it. he knows he is good because he is loved. because you love him. and he knows he is good because he loves you, too. he is not a fool in love. he takes his responsibilities as your partner seriously. you will never want for anything. you will never need anything. and he just blossoms. confident, motivated, inspired, some could even call him cocky. but he’s not cocky. he’s just loved. and he’s a man in love. a provider and a friend. a shoulder to cry on. and much more vulnerable. actually willing to talk about why he has the views he does. conversations are much more common. and he likes to show you off. anything he can find to brag about you, he will. it really does annoy the rest of the team. they didn’t realize there was a time they would miss the silence the man provided. but confident dell takes that confidence everywhere. and that includes the battlefield. gets downright stupid out there sometimes. he feels like a teenager again.

medic: love hits the doctor like a goose hits an airplane engine: faster than he can mentally register. it is an epiphany in the middle of the night, it is consuming him, it is a bad idea, and it will kill him before he can let it go. he can’t let it go. he finds himself too… light. too “happy”. too considerate. none of these things ever come across to you. he really doesn’t seem to change unless you know him. his syntax changes. he picks positively coded synonyms when he would otherwise use a neutral or negative leaning term. he’s a little more open to taking a break, or setting things off. his face softens, he relaxes. he feels good, and it doesn’t take work to get there. he just feels… okay. and everything is okay. hesitantly touchy. he social distances himself away from you, and over the course of ten or so minutes eventually you’ll feel the shuffle of fabric as he has crept his way to your side. then you feel the weight of his head on you. he will not move from there. tight hand holder, chronic sleeper. don’t ask this man to watch a movie with you; that’s asking him to take a nap. face buried in your neck, or your chest, or your lap. when he’s bold, he’s a hard biter. he loves to make you screech. it’s funny to him when you try to push him off, but he’s quick to retreat. you’re just fascinating to him.

sniper: ohhhhohoho, he likes you! this is also when you realize snipes is… kind of a loser. he gets a little big for his britches. starts calling you his “main thing” when you’re his only thing past work. makes crude, awkward, and sometimes incredibly funny jokes. but usually you’re now getting what are his absolute worst jokes. he’s testing them. seeing which ones land. big, dopey smiles under the hat. plays unnecessarily cool in public. yeah, you’re his partner. his mate, even. get it? he’s nudging your shoulder as he says this, by the way. he cannot play cool long because he is an absolute nitwit. and he gets one look at you and he can’t help the grin spreading across his face. he’s almost waiting for the rug to be pulled from underneath him. he’s waiting for you to leave. he’s pretty confident you won’t though. he thoroughly stresses himself about your death, and when it will occur. it’s like a quarterly occurrence, on a bad day in battle, that he will come to you, and he’ll almost be mean. and if you call him out on it, eventually he will break down on you. tell you about what he does for a job. and he can’t stop thinking about it. if something happens to you, you won’t come back. he doesn’t even know how long he will keep coming back. there’s a real chance he just doesn’t, because he doesn’t know. is he even himself when he comes back? when he gets it all out, he feels a little better. he holds you tighter. he really doesn’t want to let you go.

spy: stupid, desperate, hopeless romantic. and a chronic homemaker. if a beautiful wealthy older person approached him and said he’d never have to work a day in his life and he’s at the top of the will nobody would ever see this man again. all he wants to do is cook, clean, and care for a kid or two. or four. or none! what matters is if you give this man the option he is more than happy to let you be the breadwinner. he will still dress to the nines. breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, bath drawn when you’re off work. you don’t even realize you have laundry half the time because spy gets it done. and when he deems his work done, he will join you shortly. you will never have to lift a finger to do anything more than get your ass up and go to work. the home will never be a responsibility you have to worry about. he is screaming to the night sky for someone to turn him into a trophy husband. he’ll feed the animals. walk the dog. clean the toilet with his personal toothbrush. please god someone come get him so he can quit this job.

Hi. I want to make a suggestion: Their s/o goes completely missing. How does the mercs react?

If not all mercs, van I suggest Sniper, Soldier and Engineer?

TF2 Mercs reacting to s/o going missing - [platonic, romantic]

Mercenaries: (Sorry I didn't do all of them): Scout, Solider, Sniper, Spy and Engineer

Scout:

> Scout is the first one to notice your absence. He walks around the base looking for his bud but when unsuccessful his first thought will be "Ah, they probably went on a mission or something" and goes back to continue his activities

> When some time passes Scout starts to worry. Sure he could understand that some contracts are hard to finish but everyone were always back before day ends. And you are still not back.

> He can't stand it and decides to look around the base trying to find you. Unsuccessful after his research Scout is getting more worried

> I imagine him runing around from room to room, asking some guys about you only to hear that you still aren't back. Oh boy where are you?

> His reaction that you are missing next day fills him with worry. Why? How?! Where are they?! Why did they disappeared??

> First one to volunteer to look for you

> If you are his partner or if you have crush on each other be ready to be swarm with hugs and worried fast talk after this

> After you are found his first reaction is to put his arms around your shoulders and ask milion questions. Where were you, etc. Now he won't leave you for a whole week. "What? Noooo I wasn't worried about you, but don't disappear like that!" won't admit it but he missed you. A lot.

Solider:

> He won't see your absence at first, it will take some time for him to realize there was supposed to be 10 and not 9 people around

> He will shrug it off thinking you are just away

> He is going to find out you are missing only when someone points out your absence to him in person

> "SHALL KNOW NO FEAR MAGGOT!! MISSING WILL BE FOUND!!" He screams out loud, while running to the next room to look for you

> Alright.... it's been some time now. Where are you?... He is going to miss you buddy. He cares for his team, and is actually worried.

> When you are found he will lecture you how to not get kidnapped or lost again. That especially applies if you are his partner (you won't escape crushing night cuddles)

> Give him love, he missed you a lot, even if he doesn't show it

Sniper:

> He notices your absence after a while. Does it make him worry about you? Nope. He is going to come back to him van or practice his sniping skills not thinking about your disappearance too much. You all have a lot of work to do after all

> Hours will pass before he finnaly decides to look for you. Just to see where you are so he wouldn't have to think about it anymore

> When checking your most visited spots don't bring him any luck he'll ask some of teammembers about you.

> When it brings no luck he decides to look for you on his own. Come on.... where are you mate.

> After you are back safe and sound expect him to be not far away from you for.... three or more days, watching you from far away. Just to be sure you won't disappear without a word.

>If you are in relationship with him, he won't show any signs of beeing worried, but privately he'll give you a hug, or hold your hands close to his face

> He missed you... and he is glad you are back

Spy:

> He know you are missing before anyone does.

> He know his teammates well, from their activities to schedules and habits. He is a Spy after all, his job is to mimic people.

>When you are not doing something that according to his observation, you were supposed to do, he is going to look for you (invisible of course)

> Strange.... you are not here... not in your favourite spot... not around your favourite people. This.... is bad news.

> He lets everyone know you are missing, and is the first to volunteer to look for you

> Back at the base he isn't going to stick around you very long. Just long enough to know you are well. He is kind enough to make you a drink

> When you are that one special person close to him, know he is going to take you to his room to give you best treatment you have ever received in your entire life. He will ask questions, how, who, what, why's and all that. Be patient with him, he wants to know details.

> Kisses on cheeks and hands, to let you know he missed you

Engineer:

> He is a busy man, but he is observant one too and is going to notice you aren't around.

> Will ask around first instead of looking for you by himself. When answer won't satisfy him, this is when he'll look for you.

> Is the first one to rase the alarm to let everyone know you are missing

> Come on.... where are you?? It isn't like you to just be gone for so long...

> He is the one to find you and bring you back safely. Is the one to give you check up alongside Medic

> Expect him to ask you a lot of questions, just to be sure you are feeling alright. Will not leave your side for a while and is going to check on you from time to time bringing cookies or something to drink, like water or tea

> "Darlin' stay with me will Ya? Just... want to be with you" He is sweet one, wanting best for his partner, in the romantic way too. He doesn't want you to be missing again when he is being distracted with his work. Hold his hand and kiss him! He wants to be sure you are save dear...

Hey!! What’s up? B]

Is it alright if I request a story about Medic having a little niece reader who comes to visit him at the base, and she’s basically exactly like him? She’s just a little evil genius in an unassuming, adorable form who tries to copy everything he does and be like him <3

Thanks! Sorry if this is oddly specific, I just really love family fluff (probably pretty obvious at this point)! Take as long as you need if this is something you’re cool with doing! :)

[💀 same. Family vibes with comfort characters are always fun!]

Little Taube

◇ TF2 Medic and ChildFem!reader [platonic, family dynamic]

Ah, RED Base. A place like no other where one of the most dangerous mercenaries lives under one roof. All nine of them were sitting in the living room, doing their stuff, laughing, and enjoying the rest of the free day. Pyro decided to draw something on the calendar (like she always does), but he stopped and tilted his head a bit. Without a word, they approached Medic who was having a nice conversation with Heavy.

"Ja! Last battle was great! Do you remember fear on their faces when we-"

"Mmmm!" Pyro pulled Medic's arm, pointing at calendar.

"Ah! Pyro, I'll see your drawings later" Medic turned his attention back to Heavy. Pyro a bit mad that she was ignored, took the calendar down from the wall and held it close to the Medic's face.

"Pyro! I said I'll- wait" Medic paused.

"Today is, the day! Today is the day!! How could I forget!"

He didn't even say thank you to Pyro. He just sprinted back to his laboratory. Others were a bit confused, they knew Medic was always strange and it wasn't something weird seeing him run back to his office when he suddenly got an idea for another experiment but it was different this time. He looked worried.

Medic opened door to his Laboratory looking around. Scout and Spy managed to catch up to him.

"Uhh Doc? Ya alright?" Scout asked.

"Do I look alright Scout? She's probably here and I'm not prepared!" He looked around smirking. "She is probably already hiding in the walls...-"

"She? Who is she?-"

Suddenly Scout found himself with a bag over his head, struggling to take it off. Spy stepped back and was splashed with cold water straight from the bucket. Then, the small figure jumped on Medic's back, who lost his balance and fell on the operating bed. He looked up, but even with a bright light shining on his face, he recognized who this mischievous person was.

"I got you onkel!! [uncle]" You said, jumping around with joy.

Seeing you Medic picked you up and started to tickle you. Both of you spin in a big hug laughing. You greet each other in German, leaving Spy and Scout (mostly Scout) confused. Soon Medic finally turned his attention to them, as he put you down.

"Doctor...who. is. that." Spy spoke first, sounding even more frustrated than usual.

"Right! I almost forgot about you two. This is my niece! She came today to visit me!"

"Hallo!" You said looking at Spy who only scoffed and walked out swearing and complaining. You heard him shouting in the distance "...I just washed my suit today!"

Scout finally took a bag off his head, laying his eyes on you. You looked like a mini version of Medic. He could tell you two are related based on your little smug and evil smile.

"So uh. How did she even get in here? " Scout asked.

"Thought ventilation system" you said, pointing at opened vent above you.

Medic, pat your head. "Aren't you a clever one! You listened to my advice: Always pick an unusual path!" Hearing compliments from him made you smile from ear to ear.

"Ah, that reminds me! I have something for you!" Medic ran to the door leading to the storage room

"Scout keep an eye on my little Taube, will you?" Scout didn't even get a chance to reply as Medic was gone behind a cold metal door. He looked down at you. Man, this is awkward.

At that moment, the rest of the team ran inside. Why? Well...

When Spy asked what happened, replied that he was attacked by a small demon, unfortunately, Soldier took it literally and ran through the corridors ready to fight the "demon" with his good old rusty shovel. Heavy and Engineer tried to stop him, Pyro ran after them, wondering if this was some kind of game, Sniper followed wanting to find out what is going on, Demo was drunk and dragged by Solider so he could -

"-EXPIRIENCE MY GREAT TRIUMPH WITH HIS OWN EYE!!" Solider screamed while charging at the door with shovel in his hand.

"Mhah ghaahahasammm mmmueaash" uh- Demo- replied? I bet he wasn't really sure what was going on.

Solider continued to shout, "SEE?! HE IS ALREADY SPEECHLESS! And I haven't even started that KICKING THAT THING UNHOLY A-"

They found themselves in Medic's laboratory. Scout jumped away screaming while you were standing completely still. Everyone looked at you with shock and confusion.

"It's even worse, IT'S A DEMOM BABY!'" Solider shouted, ready to swing his shovel at you, fortunately, Heavy stopped him.

Heavy shook his head "Solider will not hurt tiny child."

"YOU'LL THANK ME LATER! NOW LET ME GO BEFORE IT STEAL OUR SOULS!"

"Now now calm down ya'll. I'm sure there is an explanation" Engineer said, standing between you and rest of the mercenaries.

"I have one!" Scout yelled having everyone's attention "You guys never gonna believe it!"

Meanwhile, as Scout was explaining the situation (and skipping having his head stuck in the bag) you played with Medic's doves. You quickly made a bond with Archimedes, who sat next to you as you were feeding him with seeds and small eyeballs. Feeling thirsty, you pulled out some fruit juice from your little medicine bag. As you were drinking it Archimedes started to fly around you. You run after him trying to catch your feathery friend. In the room was a metal coffin, with spikes inside. Archimedes flew in it and sat down in the little nest he built there. You stepped inside and giggled, turning Demoman' attention on you.

Still drunk but aware of your presence walked up to Scout who was surrounded by others and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Ayy, is twad kid suppase to be twer?" He pointed at you, standing in a coffin-shaped contraption that started to creak. Everyone looked at you with horror.

"OI! Lady! What are you doin'?!" Sniper shouted.

You turned around, but at this moment doors to the coffin closed shut. They all gasped and held their breath as red liquid started to pour from under the door. When they thought things couldn't get any worse Medic came back.

"My little Taube! I have the perfect present for- ah! What is going on in here?" He asked with smile on his face.

They turned around, Solider spoke first.

"We have good and bad news. The good news is that the demon who was here is GONE! The bad news is that you lose your niece in the process"

"Was?"

Silence filled the room before knocking was heard.

You knocked twice and shouted "Hallo? Can someone open it, please? I'm starting to run out of oxygen to breathe"

Hearing your voice was a big surprise to everyone. Heavy did not waste more time and quickly used his strength to open heavy metal doors that shut down on you. Ready to see you pierced like cheese Scout covered his eyes. Others watched as big doors opened....

You stood there with a straw in your mouth looking at the juice carton, stuck in on the spike leaking the last drops of the red juice on floor.

"That spike wasted my juice" you said calmly. Everyone sighed relieved that you weren't hurt. Medic walked up to you, picked you and sit you down on chair.

"Mein Taube, please be careful next time. You were lucky this coffin is too big for you!"

You nodded and held your hands together "I'm sorry onkel. I just wanted to play"

"Ah, boredom. Always leads to danger. Well then, I have no other choice now than to give this to you!"

Medic reached into his suit and took out a small metal bone saw. Excited you took it thanking and hugging him. Engineer seeing you are safe glanced at the coffin again, he stared at your wasted juice, he smiled and walked up to you.

"Nice to see you're still an intact young lady" Engi said.

"You know I can get you new drink. What would you like? Orange juice, tea?-"

You walked up to him excited and said "Apple blood!"

"Uh. Don't ya mean apple juice" Engi asked to be sure he heard you correctly.

"No" you said with bright smile on your face.

Engi didn't ask any more questions, he just shrugged his shoulders and went to the kitchen to bring you your requested apple blood.

Much later you enjoyed your drink while gazing at Medic, who was operating on Heavy. You couldn't help but giggle as they both make funny jokes. Soon Medic whispered something to Heavy, who looked at you and slolwy noded.

"My Taube! Can you come here?" Medic asked. He didn't have to wait long, happy to see his work up close you walked up to him, excited.

"I'll teach you about my newest discovery! I created an incredible machine that can make my patients invincible for up to 8 seconds!"

You gasped and looked at Heavy's heart.

"This isn't his heart. Is it baboon's?"

"That is correct! Good job! I see you have read the books I sent you" he patted you on the head.

"And what is that?"

"This is the übercharge. It's still isn't finished. I want to make work with my other Mediguns, unfortunately, it still doesn't want to!" He sounded frustrated at that moment. You looked at a metal piece permanently stuck to Heavy's heart. You took out your small gloves from your purse.

"I tried everything! I tried changing its rate, position, and cables, but nothing worked. ...I think I must reconsider visiting my devilish friend."

While Medic mumbled to himself you cheerfully changed paces four metal pieces.

"Come on...come on...." you said to yourself. Medic stopped talking and observed how Heavy's heart started to glow. Seeing this you started to laugh. Laugh so hard and maniacally as Medic himself does when he succeeds. Heavy nervously glanced at Medic, but Medic reassured him that everything was okay with a gentle smile and nod. You glanced at your uncle a bit embarrassed.

"I apologise onkel. Did I...broke it?"

"Broke it?" Medic said surprised "My dear you just fixed it! I can't believe that the answer to that problem was so close and easy!"

Your eyes lighten up. Later Medic was testing his Übercharges, and you were allowed to über Heavy! It was fun to know how your uncle feels when he is helping his team. Strong. Important. You liked it!

Medic looked at the time. It was late. He glanced at you, to see you lying down on his medical bed, already closing your eyes. He chuckled and covered you in a warm blanket. You smiled at him, as he messed with your hair.

"I'll still be working, so if you wake up in the night, I'll be there"

You nodded and lay your head down on a soft pillow, probably filled with feathers Medic's doves leave him. "Gute Nacht Onkel..." you said slowly closing your eyes.

"Gute Nacht mein little Taube" said Medic softly before continuing his work.

You glanced at him one last time before falling asleep to the sounds of his Laboratory and his laughter. It was a pleasant, chaotic, full of excitement day... it was special for you, because it was spend with your favorite uncle.

You couldn't wait to wake up and see with what you can help him next.

[Thank you for reading!💀💙]

Ok, I'm about to take you up on that offer again: sniper x masculine, slightly stoic reader, once again a crushing on each other scenario.

Hes showing the reader the ropes with sniping, which he doesnt usually do but maybe this is some kind of thing where the reader is a new merc, who's generally trained in martial arts and knows how to use different weapons, but trying to figure out what combat style they like best.

The reader is pretty well aware about how the mercs are, so things like sniper's jarate jars aren't something the reader questions.

I hope you dont mind,this one's a lot more specific ^^

[Yoooo!!! Nah it's great! Get ready for story m8!]

Rookie and a professional

◇ TF2 Sniper x Masculine reader [crush,romantic]

You walked through long halway into small office, where Miss Pauling was sitting on a chair. You sat in front of her desk, as she was reading her paper's. It seem like she didn't notice you at all.

"Miss Paul-"

"Ah! Oh. It's just you. I was too focused on reading papers that- nevermind. So, it seems you walked around our base, you get to know your surroundings a bit, now we should talk about your role on the battlefield"

She opened small box with files, as she went through them you felt calm and confident because you knew you had what it takes to do this job, but you didn't know what role you'll take.

"There we go. Hm. Interesting. It seems you have a lot of experience with different weapons. From explosives to rockes and so on"

"Yes. Let's say I'm no stranger to guns" you answered.

"Great! So, I will assign you to your role based on what you want to do. So? Any preferences?"

"Well..." you started "I'm not exactly sure. I'm still trying to figure it out."

"Huh. Well that complicates things..."

Both of you stayed quiet for couple of seconds before Miss Pauling spoke again.

"Ah! I have an idea. Perhaps you can try out different styles of combat, and our mercs can help you with it. You will see prons and cons of different classes and then we can decide what role will you take! That sounds like a good idea, right?"

"I guess it's alright"

"Great!" she wrote something on peace of paper before handing it to you.

"This is a list of classes you will check out today. You will meet Heavy, Solider and Sniper. If they won't convince you, then we can try tomorrow with the rest"

You took note she gave you and shook your head.

"Alright. I will inform you about the results"

"Okey then. Be sure to- ah crap" that was the last words she said to you before she pick up the phone that was ringing constantly and she was too busy now to even say goodbye to you. You walked out and check the list you received from her. First was Heavy.

"So you're Heavy right?"

"Да (Yes)" answer you big man with heavy Russian accent.

"I'd like to know more about your class." You asked.

"Heavy can tell you about the most important things in Heavy's asset. Is his gun that Heavy shoots with." as he was spoke, he put his gun on the table, that almost broke under it's pressure.

"Okey that's a nice gun... but I'd like to know-"

"Tiny man does not want to know about Heavy's gun?" he asked.

"I just want to know what do you do on the battlefield"

"Heavy shots with his gun. Gun is effective. This is all you need to know" he answered.

"I know, but I-"

"Heavy.shots.his.gun. And that is all you need to know."

You were not convinced by Heavy but you continued to speak with him. He mostly wanted to talk about his gun and constantly avoided questions about his strategys he had on the field. You also made himnextra mad when you asked if you can touch his gun.

Next was Solider.

"You see this son!?" he asked you in his loud comanding voice.

"Yes. It's a American flag-"

"That's rrrrrrighttt!! And you will fight on this battlefield for it! And believe me when I say it won't be as easy as drop kicking a toddler!"

"Mhm. Yes, so speaking of battlefield, how do you get behind your enemies" on those words he jumped and for a second you saw his angry eyes from under his helmet.

"Behind? BEHIND?! I'M NO COWARD! I run straight into the battle! I crush my enemies and attack them right away!"

"But you give away your position. You should sometimes stay and wait before you-" yet you couldn't finish your sentence before Solider climb on the table and pointed his finger at you.

"ONLY COWARDS AND COMUNISTS HIDE IN THE SHADOWS BEFORE THEY STRIKE! WE SCREAM OUR GLORY OUT OF THOSE LUNGS AS LONG AS WE HAVE THE ABILITY TO BBBRRRREATH!! So better listen up maggot, because now I will teach you how to fight with nothing but a shovel and piece of raw chicken!"

"Right..." Solider was...not it. He knew how to use many types of weapons sure, but you left after he suggested that he'll show you how to fist-fight with your opponents while completely naked and covered in honey. After another rather disappointing journey you were left with the last option for today.

You walked to the high wooden tower. You felt the smell of cigarette and piss. When you reached the top you noticed a man with hat over his face. You walked up to him, thinking he must be asleep, and as you tried to reach his shoulder to woke him up, he caught your hand and looked at you from behind big orange glasses.

"What aye you doin' rookie?" he asked while shoving your hand away.

"I thought you were asleep that's all. I need training from you."

"Training? For what?"

"I want to find out what place should I take in the team and Miss Pauling wanted me to try out your- combat style"

"Try out? Snipin' isn't somethin' ya try out. You have to put everythin' in it, you need to focus and remember that each shoot matters. And no offense but you look like someone who is workin' in the offense than defence, so ask someone else" he stood up from his chair and looked at you.

"And oi don't give lessons. I'm no teacher" you wanted to talk away but you can't give up so easly.

"Okey. You aren't a teacher, but you are a professional right? I'm a professional myself, so I know how important taking order is, especially from your boss. I'm fine with you not teching me but I bet that Miss Pauling will remember it. Unless of course you want to tell her yourself that you couldn't stood up to the challenge" you looked at him as he sighed and picked up his rifle.

"First things you should know is how to hold your weapon" he started. You smirked, as you started to take notes.

"Put that down and come here."

"Why?"

"Ya won't learn anythin' by standin' still and writin' with a pen. Here." He gave you his weapon and put chair in front of the balcony. You sat down and hold it tight. He pointed at training ground where you noticed moving in left and right target practice dummy.

"You see this? I want you to shoot it."

Without question you did as he asked, you pulled the trigger, shot and- you missed.

"Shit...No matter. I'll try again." you mumbled to yourself while you relodead his weapon. You shot at least three times before you hit something, unfortunately it was just an empty tin.

"Blood hell, you're awful." he said while walking up to you.

"That's why I came to you. Maybe you can tell me what I'm doing wrong then?" you asked while aiming at dumny again.

You heard deep sigh and soon you left his hands over your shoulders and your back. He started fixing your posture, soon he lowered down to your ear and whisper:

"Realx...You're always shakin' your hand before you shoot." your cheeks blushed as you started to aim again. He slowly lowered your elbow down, and wishpered once again.

"You have tense strong mussels, but ya need to know when to use that strength to pull the trigger. Follow the target..." he slowly moved your hand as he stood right behind you.

"Now."

You pulled the trigger and you manage to shot your target right in the head.

"See? All you had to do is to relax"

You looked in his direction while reloading.

"Thanks... See? You aren't a bad teacher after all"

He pulled his hat down to cover his face on these words, he probably didn't expect such complement from you. Then he looked at the ground taking his glasses off.

"Somethings wrong?" You asked. Soon he handed you a jar with...yellow liquid inside it.

"What is-"

"Don't ask."

You had your suspicions of what that was based on it's smell, but you only shruged your shoulders.

You stared at empty land before he finally lowered himself down, you did the same.

"Say rookie, how good at are you at throwing?" he asked with small smirk on his face.

"Good enough"

"On three throw it on the left from the first red box. One....two....three."

You both stood up and throw jarate. You heard sound of shattering glass, and figure runing away, followed by a loud scream.

"aaaAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"Spy, that ya fancy bloody wuss! Hahaha!"

You couldn't help but smirk, while looking at Snipers smile. This is when he looked back at you, a bit embarrassed.

"...What?"

"Nothing. I just tought that, maybe, maybe, if you give me couple of lessons like that...I might tell Miss Pauling, that I've finally decided what I want to do"

He put his glasses back on and pat your shoulder, whole standing besides you.

"Tomorrow, at the same time. Don't be late"

He looked at you for the last time before he walked away through the wooden door.

You couldn't help but smile, you felt so comfortable around him. It was a nice feeling, knowing that you two understand each other and will surely make good partners. At work of course!

Unless....

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It 5 am. I couldn't sleep. I was awake all night. My chest hurt, i felt my heart stopping and my chest filling up with anxiety as I was laying down. That's all i did. I was just closing my eyes ready to sleep when suddenly, hole in my chest, weird pinching. It was like panic attack but....for no reason. I haven't watched anything scary or sad before going to sleep. Just reading some fluff and then....it happend. I realized i forgot my medicine. I take it once a month, a pill that helps me regulate well- that. Weird........

I don't even know what to call it. Anxiety attacks? Panic attacks? Heart attacks? At this point....I don't know. It's like a black hole just showing up in my chest....I walk around my house to me it go away. I walked for 2 hours. Nothing. So i watched funny videos to take my attention off of it. Helped a bit. Still felt...tried. I again walked around, another hour. 2 rooms and corridor. My room, corridor and bathroom over and over. Just....walking to feel calmer. Even now i don't lay down. I just sit up and try to listen to birds that started to chirp outside. Yes it's that early. Almost 6 am. I wanted to make a fnaf joke, that i survived the night heh. Stil.... I hate when it happends. Guess that all those worries needs to come out after all. My hand shakes. The left one only. Right one is just tried. I want to lay down and try fall asleep again. My chest still squeezes. Eh. It's literally almost 6 am guys it's a post i will probably delete so...just letting know i feel not okey. Not like i am dying just.... I wish it just stopped and let me rest.