#Medical Top Team

[vaxxman]

You'll be at peace.

Archimedes is watching these two pop off and clean the capture point.

And here is the second panel without text.

The text is based on a Moravian (geographically that's in the Czech Republic now) Christmas song that was adapted into German in 1973. It has a very lovely tune.

The translation is based on the German lyrics because they are more vague than the original Moravian lyrics and therefore more fit as narration text. I made them singable in English, you are welcome.

Happy holidays.

[myxineye]

i try to draw the tf2 team everytime it's my bday, here's this year's piece!

[thatmoththoth]

[creedei]

Is it gay to keep your coworker’s pieces jarred in your office

[mewji1377]

[jokzs]

I yearn for engiespy cuddling in some corner in the middle of a match like the others aren't being blown up by each other just a few feet away... do you see my vision...

I hope I do see it!

[stainedglass-sketchbook]

CHILDREN OF BHAAL

I adore the vibe of redeemed durge your sister killed your mind and took your place - it was the greatest gift she ever gave you

[snailimp]

TODAY, I AM A GOD!!!- TF2 Medic after performing his own top surgery

I am so normal about him (lie)

[paninicupcakke]

I Call Shotgun💉⚾️🚛

(BLU blunt trauma one shot + Engie mentioned)

(Suggestive /slight nsfw/ fluff ending)

(CW: this is set in the 60’s & there’s no seatbelts mentioned. These guys are fictional maniacs cramming themselves into a truck, don’t do this irl it’s not safe!)

The three mercenaries had planned to travel together for a supply drop across town for work. Engineer had volunteered to drive, leaving Medic and Scout to argue over the shotgun seat. More specifically, who would be sitting where. This BLU supply work truck specifically only had one passenger seat. Scout made sure to wake up extra early that morning to be the first one seated. Medic and Engineer both walked over to the parked supply truck. Engineer casually hopped into the drivers seat. Medic swiftly opened the passenger door and immediately glared at his colleague. He let out a frustrated groan. There Scout was, comfortably sat with both hands behind his head. He glanced up at the doctor with a smirk, plucking his headphones off and tossing them aside.

“I call shotgun!” Scout teasingly declared.

“Stand up.” Medic sternly ordered.

“No way! First come, first served.” Scout replied. Engineer let out an agitated sigh.

“Will you two quit this nonsense already? We have got to get movin’ within the next 5 minutes.” Engineer sternly scolded. Quickly sticking the key into the truck's ignition.

“Why should I have to sit on him?! It makes more sense for me to have this seat, and for him to be sat on mein lap!” Medic angrily proclaimed while folding his arms.

“Yeah? Why’s that?” Scout asked in a snarky tone, manspreading even wider.

“Dummkopf. You weigh less than I do! If I sit on you, I am going to be crushing you this entire ride.” Medic explained in an agitated tone. Scout deviously snickered at the doctor’s words. The runner was fully aware of that already. That was the entire reason he had raced over to claim the seat in the first place. This was a rare opportunity to have the doctor right where he wanted him.

“You ain’t big enough to break me! Quit actin’ like I’m some toothpick. Now quit flappin’ ya gums and get in the truck.” Scout sternly ordered while folding his arms. Medic continued to glare at him, clenching his fists. Scout instinctually flinched, assuming he was going to get forcibly removed from his seat. Surprisingly, Medic refrained from doing so. He took a deep breath and finally climbed up into the truck.

“Fine.” Medic replied in defeat, swiftly shutting the door behind him. Scout immediately perked up from being slumped over in his seat. Straightening himself out and moving his legs closer together. Medic had smoothed out his lab coat before carefully sitting down onto his colleague’s lap. Scout anxiously bit down on his lip as he felt the doctor’s full weight on top of him. Trying his best to contain his composure. Meanwhile, Medic was quietly seething in his seat. He decided to begrudgingly avoid eye contact with both of his teammates for the time being. Feeling utterly humiliated and emasculated. Engineer let out a sigh of relief and began pulling the truck out of the driveway. Driving outside of the base and onto the dirt road they would be glued to for the next hour.

“Do you seriously want to be like this for the next hour?” Medic asked with his back facing the shorter man.

‘Oh, God yes.’ Scout desperately thought to himself.

“It could be worse.” Scout replied with a small shrug. Medic sighed as he whipped out his pocket sized crossword puzzle book. The three mercenaries were now locked in for a two hour long car ride with each other. Scout put his headphones back on, resting his head back into both of his palms. Secretly enjoying the current view, a beefed up German maniac sat on top of him.

⏳

The first hour had passed and their manual labor was all done for that day. The three of them had stopped at a gas station while on the way back to base. Once done with his much needed bathroom break, Scout made sure to hurry back to his seat after getting his fill of beef jerky. Throwing his hat and sunglasses off and onto the truck’s dashboard while plopping back into his seat. Medic grumbled as he walked out of the gas stations doors and back over to the truck. He swung open the passenger door and climbed back inside.

“You seem very passionate about this seating arrangement. Why is that?” Medic asked in a snarky tone. Scout was caught off guard by that question. Letting out a frustrated groan before replying.

“I’ll give you two reasons why. One, because I called shotgun. And two, because I like how pissed off you get about it.” Scout slyly replied. Medic furrowed his eyebrows even further, glaring daggers at the young man’s devious and arrogant smirk.

“C’mon doc, just sit back down and I’ll share my jerky with ya.” Scout continued on, teasingly patting his lap. It was a miracle the doctor hadn’t violently choked him out yet. Medic rolled his eyes and begrudgingly sat back down in his lap. Scout grabbed the stick of jerky beside him and offered it to Medic.

“No thanks.” Medic piped up, taking back out his crossword book from his pocket.

“Suit yourself.“ Scout replied. Taking a huge bite of the delicious processed meat stick immediately after. Once devouring it all, he threw the jerky wrapper onto the floor of the truck. Both men silently waited for Engineer to refill his coffee cup, as well as fill up the gas tank to the truck. Scout began to feel very anxious all of a sudden. Not knowing where to put his hands this time around. He awkwardly placed them to his side, drawing his hand back quickly. He had accidentally touched Medic’s thigh. The doctor couldn’t help but notice his teammate’s sudden switch in behavior from the corner of his eye. Analyzing his hesitant expression and body language. The Scout’s cocky demeanor had diminished completely. Medic suddenly threw his crossword puzzle book onto the dashboard of the truck. Shifting over onto the younger man’s lap. Crossing his legs and sitting sideways, now facing him directly. Scout's eyes lingered on the doctor's pointed boot crossing over his thigh. Medic suddenly grabbed the young man’s lanky wrist. Scout yelped in fear, resembling a stray mutt caught in the doctor’s grasp.

“I know exactly why you want me sat here.” Medic proclaimed with a salacious grin.

‘Aw crap.’ Scout immediately thought to himself. The runner was left speechless with his cheeks flushed red. His eyes darted up and down the doctor, quietly panicking on what to say next. Medic lightly snickered before speaking again.

“So ein böser Junge. I never would have expected you to be even remotely interested.” Medic flirtatiously continued on. Guiding the runner’s gloved hand back over onto his thigh. Scout couldn’t contain himself any longer and began desperately fondling the doctor’s body. Gliding both hands all over his teammate’s thick, muscular thighs. Nearly drooling at the fact Medic willingly placed his hands where he’d been wanting to set them this entire time. Medic snickered devilishly at the young man’s desperate touch and pathetic whimpers. The doctor couldn’t help but find his shame filled, beady eyes alluring. Scout shyly rested his head onto Medic’s shoulder.

“I-I’m sorry! I can’t help it! You look damn good a-and you smell so nice.” Scout anxiously admitted in defeat. Eagerly drowning in the doctor’s clean scented cologne mixed in with a light chemical scent lingering on his lab coat. Medic snickered, watching the mutt underneath him desperately fidget and grind up against him. Medic then wrapped one arm around Scout’s shoulders, pulling him in closer. Beginning to gently pat the young man’s shoulder.

“It’s alright, just try not to get too riled up. We still have a long way home.” Medic warned.

“I-I know. It’ll go away, I promise!” Scout bashfully said. Referring to a certain issue poking underneath the doctor’s thighs. The truck door loudly swung open and Engineer plopped back into the drivers seat. Scout flinched, immediately shutting his eyes and went into hiding. Burying his face deep into the crook of Medic’s neck. Engineer set his coffee into the cup holder and glanced over at his two teammates with a confused expression.

“Looks like y’all finally made up.” Engineer quietly mentioned. Noticing their position had changed and how they were more entangled into each other. Medic gently caressed the back of Scout’s head.

“Ja, I much prefer him when he is like this. Unconscious and silent.” Medic slyly whispered. Implying the young man was asleep. Scout was relieved that Medic had lied on the spot for him. He continued to act limp. Engineer chuckled quietly.

“Well, just one more hour to get through and we’ll be back in time for supper.” Engineer whispered with a small grin. He soon started up the truck again, driving out of the gas station and back onto the bumpy dirt road.

Half an hour had passed and Scout legitimately did fall asleep. Snoring lightly as he nuzzled into the doctor’s soft chest. Medic ended up drifting off into a nap as well. Engineer glanced over at them occasionally with a wide grin. Just the other day, both his teammate's were relentlessly arguing over who would get shotgun. Now here they were, fast asleep in each other's arms.

[jetbluebishop]

Tf2 is taking up hella space in my brain

[a-lost-crow]

Some tf2 doodles/practice paintings

[junksfood]

whered my clothes go?

[bittersweet-zarzamora]

drew the meem with pretty clothes from pinterest :3

click the pic for better quality ^w^

also for some reason i drew oddly detailed bulge so i'm gonna put the uncropped pic under the cut dsfagshfsg

it's not explicit but i ain't gonna risk it lol

[overwhelmed-alien]

Firefighter Bradley/ER Nurse Jake AU:

(How they met in the Navy)

Mav was gonna kill him. He was gonna kill him for getting killed when he promised his godfather he wouldn’t. When he’d signed up for the Navy thirteen hours after he turned 18, he had promised Mav he would stay safe. Honestly, though, Mav should have known better than to ask, being retired Navy himself. And with his husband still a high ranking Admiral. Sure, Ice was more of a desk jockey now, but he’d been in plenty of scrapes and dangerous situations to land him that cushy office job.

He coughed, bringing up probably a little more than sea water. The broken rib shifted and grated under his soaked tac vest. He could hear screaming, the rest of his team barking orders. He vaguely heard Smith bellow “hostages secure, where the fuck are those medics!”

Being a Navy Seal was the coolest job ever. You got to save people’s lives, and look super badass while doing it. But Bradley was beginning to wonder if it might be hazardous to his health, what with him lying in a puddle of grease, ocean water, and, well he didn’t want to think about the other thing. Ice had specifically said “don’t do anything stupid,” during the phone call before his team moved out. Ice was gonna kill him too, probably.

The thing is, okay sure, what he did WAS stupid. But his team wouldn’t have gotten access to this hijacked ship if he hadn’t done what he’d done, and dammit if that’s not a hill he’d die on.

He snorted, coughed. The hole in his side right under his vest throbbed continuously now. He was being jostled roughly. Through the ringing in his ears he could hear the pulsating wooshwooshwoosh of a helicopter close by.

“-shaw? Rooster! Hey, come on man!” A quick glance told him Ramirez was at his side, pawing at him. The slap to the face was too much, couldn’t a guy die in peace? Come on. “Lem’lone.”

“No can do, brother. Play nice with the medics.”

He closed his eyes and shook his head. No can do to that, either. Medics were pompous assholes. Oh, look at me! I’m really smart and I can save your life with a plastic straw and a roll of duct tape. Ugh.

The jostling was back but he didn’t bother opening his eyes again. Until he heard a dulcet - southern? - some kind of country ass twanged tone say “is this the dumbass that blew himself up?”

Bradley took offense to that. “I blew the side of the boat up. I was just there when it happened.” Is what he meant to say. What came out was a pained mix of vowels and consonants strung together in a, frankly, pitiful moan.

“Hey,” the twang was back, closer this time. Something swatted his cheek and he frowned. “Hey, eyes on me Lieutenant.”

He opened his eyes just to glare meanly at the guy he was about to tell off. The words died in his throat.

Oh God.

He’d already died, hadn’t he?

He’d died and this was the angel who was taking him to Heaven.

Bright sunlight shown directly behind this angel, shading Bradley’s face from the harsh rays. It lit up the fiery blond hair from behind, casting him in a hazy gold glow. Green eyes gazed down at him, little frown lines between light brows. Huh, who knew angels wore fatigues?

Makes sense, though.

His angel was talking again, perfect teeth and pretty pink tongue flashing. He had the cutest nose he’d ever seen on a man. Well, maybe angels were non-gender specific, he didn’t know the anatomy of heavenly beings.

Bradley reached out and touched the angel’s nose to see. The green eyes crossed. “Hey!” The voice finally cut through the murkiness in his brain. His hand was caught and placed back down at his side. “No boops til the second date, man. Stay still.” His vest was forcefully yanked. He grunted. Somebody said something about a TBI. He used to know what that meant.

“Eyes open, Lieutenant…where’s your” - he was jostled again, the angel glanced down at his chest - “Bradshaw. Eyes on me.”

Easy peasy. He could look at this angel all day long.

Curiously, the angel’s gold skin pinked at the cheeks. “Angel, huh?” The angel huffed, and then he smiled.

God, angels were beautiful.

“You know, Bradshaw, that was really fucking stupid, what you did.”

The curse took Bradley aback. Angels of the Lord said fuck?

“I mean it was really fucking brave, but really fucking stupid. We were watching you, y’know? On the side of the boat. What the hell were you thinking, huh? When it happened, when you went into the water? It took four fucking minutes for’em to find you and bring you back up. You were almost shark chum, you fucking idiot. You saved those people. Damn.” The twang in his voice got heavier as he frantically worked over Bradley’s body. He could feel warm hands on him. He wanted to feel those warm hands on him for the rest of his life.

The ground under him shook with the sudden, sucking force of an explosion…somewhere.

He could hear screaming, cursing. Where was his team? He closed his eyes. A solid, heavy weight fell over his body a half second before he felt bits of debris raining down over him. When he opened his eyes, the angel’s pretty face was an inch from his, breathing in the air he blew out. The angel was lying on top of him, covering, shielding his body with his own. And from the words he was screaming in Bradley’s ear, was decidedly not happy.

“-damn shit fucking mother FUCK! Shit! Sanders, help me with him, we gotta go! Fuckfuckfuck-“

Bradley frowned. He didn’t want his angel to be unhappy or scared or angry. He ached to hold this beautiful being close to his chest and keep him safe and happy forever. The pitiful whine escaped his lips before he could stop it.

“Hey. Hey, hey Bradshaw look at me.”

Those green eyes were back on him. Warm hands framed his chilled face. He could drown in those green eyes and warm hands and he would be content.

“You’re okay. I’m gonna get you outta here. You just keep those dopey cow eyes on me, okay? I got you. I got you.”

Bradley had never felt more at peace, even as he slipped into darkness. What harm could come to him?

His angel had him.

Bradley:

Jake:

[exorcismist]

Personal hcs for the mercs top surgery scars!! (Ft Pyro)

I like to think Engie n Medic did theirs themselves and the only people who got theirs professionally done were Heavy and Spy :33

[crewtawn]

Medic tf2 Tumby ⁉️⁉️

SURE! WHY NOT!