#i literally selfship with medic but come on man

[tyrianludaship]

I.just saw a person ask someone else "if you hate medic, then why is ludwig in your username?" GET ME OUT OF TWITTER PLEASE I CANT TAKE THIS SHIT-

[clairekatswritingcorner]

Just in the Nick of Time

Word Count: 2,180

Summary: Alexys is busy closing up the clinic one night when a mysterious stranger turns up, winded and wounded, and collapses right in front of her in the lobby.

*Author’s Note*: First of another batch of commissions for @bad-blue-moon-rising and her precious selfship with Tom! The first time I saw him I got so excited because…masks are so neat (but then I realized I didn’t do a lot with it T^T oh well). I hope you enjoy!

“Looks like that’s everything.”

Alexys was finishing up yet another long day at the vet clinic. Although the clinic itself had closed an hour or so ago, it was common for the dutiful pet doctor to stay a little later than everyone else, ensuring that everything was organized and taken care of before she headed out. Sometimes there’d be clean up or supply orders that could technically wait until the next day, but Alexys rested easier knowing it was all done before she left. Some of the other employees considered her dedication to be a little on the extreme side, but tonight her propensity for working overtime was going to kickstart a fateful encounter.

The young woman gathered her belongings and made her way for the main lobby. Slipping around the check in desk, she already had the key out so she could lock up for the night. To her surprise, it seemed she wasn’t going to make it outside without one more problem barreling through the doors and falling into her arms—quite literally, in this case.

Alexys couldn’t help letting out a small shriek as an unfamiliar man stumbled through the entrance, panting and sweating as he tried to stay on his feet. He didn’t have much strength left, and he’d used the last of it making it into the safety of this building; or at least, he hoped it would be safe. He’d been in more life threatening situations before, and situations just like this more often than he would have liked, so he expected the outcome of this one to be no different. He’d make his way to some random building, hide away inside until his partners could come find him, and do what he could with what he had to tend to his wounds.

Alexys dropped her bag, and the man dropped to the floor. He was on his knees, groaning and holding his side, clearly in some sort of physical distress. He may have been in some kind of mental distress, too, considering the state of panic he was exhibiting. It was hard for Alexys to imagine someone not feeling panicked in a situation like this; the man looked like he’d just barely managed to escape some sort of fight for his life. It was a little hard to tell the extent of both his wounds and his demeanor due to his layered clothes, and a very striking yet peculiar mask that hid his face.

Her first thought after her initial shock was that it was a little ironic; the fact that he was wearing an animal mask, that is. It appeared to be the visage of a white fox, although Alexys reminded herself in the midst of her arbitrary mental detour that now wasn’t the best time to be getting distracted by his appearance. This man needed medical attention, and the longer she stood around in paralyzed confusion, the more his chance of survival dwindled.

“Uh, uh, I’ll call an ambulance!” Her words were a little garbled, all fighting to pile out of her mouth at once as a rush of adrenaline seized her body. Suddenly, everything was moving too fast, all at once, and she knew she had to react quickly if she wanted to keep up with it all.

She knelt down beside the bag she’d dropped, frantically sifting through its contents in her haze of both determination and horror. How could she be so stupid, why was she reacting this way? She was used to dealing with emergencies, even emergencies that treaded the razor thin line between life and death. She’d dealt with a handful of such instances today, and yet right now she just couldn’t seem to pull herself together. She supposed maybe it was because now she was dealing with a human being instead of an animal, although it wasn’t like she didn’t care deeply for the patients she treated. Maybe it was just due to the severity of the situation, and the fact that she was alone, and the clinic was so quiet that the lack of sound was more oppressive than any loud noises would have been.

She shrieked again when the man grabbed her wrist. She was just getting ready to dial 911 as his strong, rough hand seized her arm, his expressionless mask staring at her with a kind of eerie intensity. Was he going to hurt her? Was this actually some sort of set up, a plan to prey upon her sympathies until she let her guard down like one of those schemes you hear about on the news? Now her blood ran cold with the realization that she might have just waltzed into an obvious and life-threatening trap. She was so concerned about this mysterious stranger’s wellbeing that she hadn’t even considered worrying about her own safety…this may turn out to be the greatest mistake she’d made in a long time.

“Don’t…” His voice was weak and raspy, and Alexys felt herself starting to tremble in fearful anticipation of what his next demand might be. “Don’t call the police…”

“What?” She was honestly dumbfounded, and her befuddlement was almost strong enough to snap her out of her traumatically concerned state.

“Don’t call the police,” he said it again, with a little more strength this time, although apparently that was all the strength he had left. As the last word left his mouth he collapsed, slumping facedown on the floor as he finally succumbed to the blackout that had been encroaching on his vision since he’d entered the facility.

Alexys wasn’t sure why, and she knew it wasn’t advisable, but…she wanted to listen to his words. She didn’t want to betray his trust. Even if he hadn’t really had a choice in giving it to her, since the regrettable state of his body was what determined whether he was going to pass out or not, she felt like she had some duty to help him. Surely it wouldn’t do her any good to commit such an act, but something in her heart encouraged her to do so with no reservations. In a way, a hurt animal had just drug itself to her doorstep, and it was her policy to do everything in her power to save any hurt or ailing creature brought before her.

She may only be a vet, but she had enough basic knowledge to get him patched up. She could only hope there wasn’t any severe internal damage, because if that were the case he might not make it until morning. She wasn’t sure why he was so insistent on her not calling for help, determined to the point that he implored her with his last conscious breath. Then again, perhaps he’d gotten into a scuffle that involved him getting in some trouble with the law; it certainly didn’t seem like what had happened to him was simple or unintentional.

Although she was confident she could tend to his wounds at least somewhat, she had to acknowledge that he was much larger than any of the normal patients she dealt with. There also weren’t any techs around to help her maneuver him around, so she spent a good five minutes or so wrestling him onto a gurney she could use to get him back into one of the operating rooms. She didn’t plan on doing anything too significant, like cutting him open or trying to pop bones back into place, but she knew she could handle giving him the stitches he required in at least one or two places.

“So much for making it home early,” she mumbled to herself as she got back into the sterile parts of her uniform. She always left later than everyone else and getting home before midnight or one o’clock would have been an early night for her. But she wouldn’t have been able to sleep knowing she left someone untended to, or kicked them out, or got them in trouble by calling the police who might not actually do anything to help them. As disruptive as this situation was, it’d become her responsibility, and she was going to see it through to the end.

As she got to work removing the parts of his clothing where she could see blood seeping through, she examined his mask out of the corner of her eye. His eyes were probably shut behind it, completely immobile and blank as a result of the restorative state his body had defaulted to. Should she remove it and see what kind of damage had been done? There didn’t seem to be any blood flowing from his ears or neck or dripping from his face. There were a few streaks of blood smeared across his mask, a stark contrast to the white background they disrupted. From the way they were positioned, she was fairly certain they weren’t made of his own.

But there also seemed to be a weight to the mask, an invisible one that encouraged her to stay as far away from it as possible. She didn’t want to touch or displace it, or even try to clean it, for fear that she would disturb the individual whose identity was currently locked behind it. For now, it wasn’t imperative for her to know who the mask belonged to, who had made their way so unceremoniously into her clinic but refused the help she tried to offer in the form of getting him to the nearest hospital. In retrospect, this was the nearest hospital, even if it wasn’t one for humans…and since she was able to moderately treat his injuries, it was a sufficient enough place for him to stay.

After getting the wounds she could see disinfected and patched up, she laid a blanket over him and went to grab a cup of water. She’d had to remove his jacket and cut part of his pantleg to reach the cuts trapped below, and she took the salvageable parts of his outfit to get them washed. When she returned, she found him still asleep, and sat with him for a while trying to decide what to do next. She couldn’t leave him here to wake up alone, but she couldn’t really take him anywhere else, and she wasn’t sure if it would be wise to take him with her, only to discover she’d invited unsolicited danger into her home.

She was starting to feel a little drowsy when the man made a groaning noise, his limbs rustling under the blanket. Alexys perked up and came to his side, touching his shoulder gently out of her reflex to comfort patients. The man instantly flinched away, and Alexys took a step back, keeping a cautious eye on him. He’d just been through quite an ordeal, but considering how violent it seemed, she couldn’t be sure that he wasn’t going to instigate some kind of problem himself.

“Where am I?”

The more he woke up the calmer he became, but Alexys kept her distance. “You’re in a vet hospital. You came charging in here from outside, but I don’t know where you came from before that. You were hurt pretty badly, enough that you passed out from the pain and blood loss. I treated the wounds that I could, but I don’t really have the tools or expertise to inspect you for internal injuries—”

“And who are you?”

She was a little hesitant to respond. “My name’s Alexys. I’m a veterinarian at this clinic, and you’re lucky you came when you did, because I was just getting ready to lock up for the night. Would you mind telling me who you are?”

“Alexys, huh?” the man replied, sounding a little amused. Alexys wasn’t sure what was so funny about her name, and she also wasn’t going to let him sneak away without getting an answer to her own question. Before she could repeat herself, he started speaking again. “Well, thanks for your help. Looks like I got here just in the nick of time. Without you I don’t think I’d have woken up from that black out. And thanks for not calling the cops, too. I don’t have any personal issues with them, but uh, you could say that thanks to my work they definitely have more than a few issues with me.”

Alexys crossed her arms and allowed him to keep going. “Anyway, that’s kind of a lot to get into. It’s pretty late, and I’m sure you were hoping to be home by now.”

It didn’t seem like he was going to hurt her, which was a relief. “I was. But I’m not leaving here until you at least give me your name.”

The stranger chuckled, entertained by something she still couldn’t figure out. To her surprise he lifted the mask from his face, revealing the considerably handsome appearance of a man with dark eyes, wavy hair, and a short wavy beard to match. Alexys blushed involuntarily in response, much to her own embarrassment.

“The name’s…Tom,” he answered with a half grin. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Alexys.”

[mercenarypark]

tf2 gender/sexuality hcs since i never posted them here bear in mind i typed most this out at like 2 AM #transitioning #long post #text heavy 

for clarities sake: tf2 has a really confusing universe that is both incredibly modern[esp technologically] and very backwards, due to australium’s influence and the time period. so while i wont go into too much detail, i generally assume tf2′s universe is pretty advanced when it comes 2 gender stuff like hormones, surgery, etc, but the mindset of society at large is still kinda hit or miss, since the series mostly takes place in, well. the 60s-70s. i dont wanna detail that too much though bcause it makes me uncomfortable, but its smth 2 keep in mind for all these

medic is a BIG GAY,, im not totally dead set on whether he’s gay or if he’s bi w/ a definite preference for men. he’s a nonbinary man, he figured out he was trans very early in life, the nonbinary part he figured out later; he uses it/its pronouns some of the time [but most ppl go w/ he/him, which he’s fine with]. he’s known he was gay+trans since he was very young but much like his jewishness, it was something he had to hide for a long time, until he was in college and decided to Finally be open about all of those. and G-d help the man who challenges him on them

heavy is gay aaaaand he’s like, none gender with left man [so hes also a nonbinary guy, but he/him only]; he’s generally very private about both his gender and his sexuality. his father’s death and the gulag taught him to keep quiet about anything that might paint a target on his back, unless he knows he can strike back.

spy is genderfluid and bi, alternates he/she/they pronouns[though using just he/him is fine too if thats too difficult], presents however the hell she wants on a given day; usually wears skirts while at the base just bcause its more comfortable to them. spy doesnt really pay much mind to her gender, doesnt really see it as something important, at least not to them. how someone else might react is a different story, of course

soldier is bi and bigender, preferably she/her, but they/them and he/him are ok; she’d been openly trans for years bfore joining the mercs but she’s never bothered w/ hormones and stuff bcause she doesnt deal with much dysphoria, she’s fine w/ her body

engie is pan, transmasc nb, he/him or they/them; he’d been on T for a while prior to joining the base, maybe a year or two, and like heavy, hes extremely private about his gender+sexuality. living in the south, you learn to keep your mouth shut and your head down [speaking from experience, sadly]

pyro does not have a gender. they dont even id as “agender”. theyre null gender. gender is fake 2 them. [they/them only, also] their sexuality is also similarly unlabeled, but they’re definitely Not Straight by any means. they don’t remember much of their childhood or really, much of anything before joining the mercs. 

demo is bigender[sometimes he’s more of a guy and sometimes hes ???], pan, and any pronouns are fine they dont mind. he’s generally been aware that hes Not Straight and Not Cis for most of his life, and for a while it was another source of self loathing on top of Literally Everything Else [Please God Help Demo], but eventually he worked through that. they’re still very self-hating though. dont get me wrong. for the love of god i love demo so much please help them work through their childhood trauma please GOD

scout, upon arriving at the base, is a very closeted trans nb woman who is unlearning a lot of internalized stuff and self hatred that comes off in the form of her acting out for attention, a lot of hypermasculinity and heteronormativity,and just overall being a rude asshole for a while before she finally figures shit out, straightens up, and goes through a lot of character development[tm] with the help of her New Adopted Parents aka The Majority of The Base[except sniper and spy]; she’s bi w/ a preference for girls, and she/her + they/them

sniper is..........

 if uve paid attention to some previous headcanons i’ve posted, u can probably guess that, my friends and i do not like sniper much. at all. for a lot of reasons, some more personal, some more joke-y, some just out of spite for the fact that a lot of the fanbase really loves the shit outta this dude and ignores characters like demoman or heavy, who have such vivid and detailed, SAD fucking backstories, and a lot of depth and character to them, and- alright im rambling. basically. sniper is usually either a cishet dude in our hcs, or hes some variation of a “cisgender demi-heteromantic heteroflexible sapiosexual” mogai tumblr abomination.  finally, ms pauling and zhanna are both trans women[she/her for both], ms pauling is a lesbian and zhanna is bi, and merasmus is genderfluid and goes by he, she, or xe pronouns -- below this are basically who everyone is dating, in our hcs almost everyone is polyamorous, also, we[em+gabby+myself] do have specific hcs of why there’s two of every merc and how that works, but i’d rather not spoil our ideas, so im just gonna say- yes, in our hcs, there’s two of everyone, and we have explanations for it. but also we’re not gonna have like, medic/medic, or any other selfships. we lived through undertale fanbase. we know better also all the above gender+sexuality hcs apply to both RED and BLU variations [IE, both BLU solly and RED solly are bi trans women] - RED spy is dating scout’s mom, RED medic, and our OC Phillip; BLU spy is smitten with both scout’s mom and phillip but for spoiler reasons, is officially not allowed to contact them; [not sure if BLU spy is also dating BLU medic] RED heavy and RED medic are dating, and BLU heavy and BLU medic are also dating; BLU heavy is ALSO dating BLU demoman RED demo and BLU solly were in love but had a bad breakup because of the administrator’s influence; RED demo fell in love with RED engie and RED pyro afterwards. its possible he continues seeing BLU solly as well, in secret[not cheating ofc, pyro and engie know, but the administrator doesnt] both RED and BLU engies have crushes on their respective medic, but medic is Incredibly Oblivious to a fault RED solly and zhanna are in love  scout did have a crush on ms pauling, but it faded over time bcause pauling just wasnt interested; we’ve been spitballing an OC that scout gets a crush on and eventually starts dating, we dont rlly know much about her except that she’s an nb girl ms pauling, meanwhile, dates one of heavy’s other sisters sniper is alone with his piss jars.