#medic tf2 fluff

[yourfifitherealone]

I love you, EXACTLY the way you are <3 (Medic TF2 x reader) non-binary friendly

Medic's Pov

I noticed Y/N acting..off lately. They haven't been accepting physical affection or affection at all the same as they used to. Is it my fault? I don't really know, but what I do know, is that I WILL find out why. I was intensely determined to figure out the cause was.

"Greetings and salutations, has anyone seen my Darling anywhere?" I asked the base. "Saw the lass go up to the rooftop I think " Damon said which was unusually helpful from him "sincerest thanks" I finished while walking up the staircase.

"My darling, darling, where are you?" I called, finally at the roof. Then I heard crying "Y/N?" Then I saw them balled up shaking to the beat of sobs. "What happened?" I asked rushing over beside them. "I-I-" then they continued to cry in my arms. My blood starting to boil, I wanted to hurt whoever did this but I couldn't figure it out with Darling sobs blocking their sweet song that most will call a voice. After some uncontrollable sobs later which I'm usually uncomfortable and awkward when people are crying but...with them it's different, everything was different with them, everything IS different with them, and I plan to keep it that way forever.

My darling soon confessed a nosy someone told her that I wasn't good for her; in other words that I, me, her lover was

Out of her league....

"Now let's think rationally, med school helped us with that one huh?" I whispered I'm starting to feel that voice again, trying to convince me. "Hold on loebe I need to think" I say letting them slip from my hands. "Think about what?" My Dove sweetly asked. "Hold on"

'Screw it. SCREW THEM! THOSE SAD EXCUSES FOR A "DOCTOR". I HAVE LEARNED NOTHING I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT ON. MY. OWN!

With my great doctoring skills, I'll make sure the sorry, sorry person will be out of everyone and EVERYTHINGS league...'

*sigh*

"Okay liebe my dear, I'll handle it. I'll make sure they will never again..

-have the mere confidence to

-ever confront you again...,

-I promise.."

"Your side is coming out again, Listen to yourself" I reasoned with him

'I'm done having conversations in my own head about what's good for my darling. We SHARE her. If and when something hurts her it's MY job to make it better so shut. up.'

I am THE cruel, evil, twisted, demented, unreasonable,

Medic...

"I heard you were talking to my darling, Told her something unbelievably stupid, sounds about right?" "Look I didn't mean it like that she's too sensitive" he said while rolling his eyes. My job is to protect Y/N, my job is to know that he told her that because he had feelings for me and wanted to sabotage our love for each other, my job is to take care of him and take care of my darling in a complete different way. My job is to kill what other me can't, who Y/N can't. My job is to kill

I plunged the knife in his stomach causing the waste of space to collapse. 'Ill do more with him later ' I thought to myself. He kept on groaning and cursing wishing some sort of horrible unspeakable pain onto me.

Little does he know..

He'll be taking that same fate he speaks.

I get him into my basement then run back to the roof to my lover.

She's gone

"Y/N!?"

I rush to their room and desperately knock for them to open up their day. I feel desperate to see them even though I couldn't figure out why, I didn't care. Just wanted to see them

"Ye-?oh hi. Why did you leave me alone up there like that? It- nevermind"

"Apologizes Y/N. I'm coming back slowly I'm going a little off the rails"

"You were supposed to comfort me what the hell?"

"Again I'm sorry I wasn't there I wasn't feeling like myself but I did take care of it. If it'll make you feel better, we can hug all day if you'd like" I offered with a smile, returning to my normal self. "Really?! Yes, yes,yes one hundred percent yes!" We cuddled and played their favorite YouTube videos which I wouldn't like to admit, I wasn't very interested in. "Babe I know you don't like watching them I can tell, I'll turn it off when it's done" "no, no that won't be necessary there are some...funny parts......sorta" "SEE I knew it! You don't like it" they said sitting up from laying on my chest. "I.. uh okay well maybe I don't but you do so it doesn't matter. I have to catch up with something later anyway" after that their jaw drops and they stare. "What?" "You said you'd cuddle with me allllll day" "Oh I did? I forgot I said that last part...heh" I nervously laughed but their face was unamused. "Fine!"

I watched YouTube until they fell asleep and started to drool.

"Sweet dreams, Y/N"

"Now it's time to punish the waste of space, trash."

I went down to the basement and saw the bloody wreck in the corner he leaned closer to the corner frantically pleading me to not kill him. "I will kill you, unfortunately for you but first I'll need to make you REGRET ever speaking to her..."

The next day, Darling was fine and happy like usual. No weird sleeping patterns of going to bed at 8, avoiding me and others ect she's just... herself. I'm glad and if anyone tries to mess with her, with our happiness,

I'll deal with it...

[jermer10]

Hey, I've got a TF2 request, if you don't mind! Mercs with a s/o who accidentally falls asleep with their head on the mercs shoulder. (Very cliche, I know...) I'll let you pick who you want to write for, no pressure! PS, I think your writing is phenomenal, and I anticipate whatever you might post next!

TF2 falling asleep on their shoulder

gn reader | ahhh tysm!! this message means so much :) i decided to write for all the mercs, hope you enjoy!!!

temperatures are in celsius

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: "Move ova'!" Scout pushed his way onto the already overcrowded couch, disregarding the protests of the other mercs. Tonight was movie night at the red base, and he would be damned if he couldn’t use this as a moment to try and get closer to you. "Hiya toots," he flirted, stretching his right arm out to rest around your shoulders. "Hi Jeremy." You smiled and rolled your eyes playfully. Scout had been crushing on you for a while, every chaste touch and every flirty interaction had culminated in something that far outweighed any feelings he once had for Pauling. The movie had long since started, and mercs were continuing to file into the living room, squishing themselves onto the lounge or plotting themselves onto the floor. He couldn't remember the genre let alone the name of the film, all Scout could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat and the feeling of uncomfortable itchiness in his throat as you cuddled into his side. An hour in and your eyes began to grow heavy, breathing slowing in tandem. Jeremy glanced down at you, his palms moist and his face flushed as he wrapped his arm around your waist, attempting to focus on the movie and not how cute you looked like that. He was definitely asking you out in the morning.

Soldier: Everyone felt hot, sweaty, and exhausted as they slugged themselves back to the blu base. The mood hung heavy, no one seemed interested in Soldier’s usual antics - all except you, of course. You feigned a smile as he ranted about team ethic and the "American spirit", some mercs scowled at the man and others mumbled profanities and sauntered off. A light breeze came in through the afternoon air, Soldier sighed in the smell of Spring. “Hey, we should sit out here for a bit,” you squeezed Jane’s arm, pulling him towards one of the wooden benches placed just outside of the entrance to base. He felt his heart swell, not only did you want to hang out with him, but any touch from you made him absolutely crazy. “AFFIRMATIVE CUPCAKE,” Soldier responded, allowing you to lead the way. You audibly sighed as you sat down, just looking at you it was obvious you were exhausted. “Better luck next time, huh?” you joked, Soldier chuckled and stared out at the afternoon sky. You sat there together for a while, until he felt a sudden, yet small pressure on his shoulder. You had fallen asleep on him, and with anyone else he would have woken them up immediately, but you looked so peaceful and….pretty in a way? Soldier glued his eyes to the afternoon sky, he could think about these feelings later, better to let you rest after a long day.

Pyro: Being friends with Pyro was exhausting in of itself, and they knew this. But they couldn't help wanting to invite you along to their errands, you were their best friend and any time spent with you was time spent well. By the end of the day, you were both well past exhausted. "You're lucky I like you so much, otherwise I would never go on an errand run with you again." You teased, slinging an arm around their shoulders as you both trotted up the stairs to the base entrance. Pyro flushed under their mask, muffling out a "Yeah, yeah whatever, you love me." and rolling their eyes. You chuckled, opening the door to base and dragging yourselves to the living room. Pyro plopped onto the couch, sinking into the plush cushions and removing their mask. They knew the rest of the team wouldn't be back for a while, and the heat of the day had done a number to both of you. You took your seat next to them, sitting back and resting your feet on the coffee table in front of you. "Wanna watch tv?" They asked, grabbing the remote. "Yeah whatevs" You responded, yawning and stretching your arms over your head. An hour of mindless game shows, and you had passed out, head falling on their shoulder. Pyro chuckled, turning the tv down and dimming the lights. They pecked your forehead, and cuddled into you, making themself comfortable.

Demoman: Demo certainly didn’t take you as a drinker, let alone a party animal like himself! You go out for a couple drinks together after a team winning streak and manage to arrive back to base blasted out of your minds, clinging onto one another for dear life in your drunken stupor. “IIIIII LOOVE YOU DEMOOO!!!!” You proclaimed, enveloping your arms around the Scott’s neck. Grinning and face burning, he wrapped his arms around your waist, attempting to gently guide you back to your bedroom. His ongoing feelings for you had always been pushed down, and despite knowing that you were probably just super wasted and wouldn’t remember it in the morning, he didn’t want to waste possibly his only chance to spill at least some of his feelings to you. “Aye, i looove you too y/nnnn” Tavish slurred, poking your face in various places. You laughed and kissed the man on the cheek, “DAAATE ME TAAVAVVVV!!” You lamented, cupping his face in your hands. The sudden movement causing you both to topple over onto the floor of your room. Demo sat up and leant against the foot of your bed, you, laughing hysterically, joined him. Resting your head on his shoulder, your laughter dribbled off to giggles and you listened to his thundering heartbeat. "I really do like you, Tav.." You whispered, peering down at the floor, feeling a wave of tiredness wash over you. You nuzzled into his shoulder, and drifted off, leaving a beet faced Demo staring down at you.

Heavy: Visiting Heavy's home during the middle of a Russian winter was a less than ideal scenario, but the team had wanted to see what a "real winter" was like, and now here you were trudging 2 foot deep in snow towards the wooden lodge. Heavy opened the door to the sight of 9 freezing mercs, and scoffed. "Inside." He commanded. You furrowed your brows and complied, shivering from the contrast of hot air. "Drink." A mug of hot coco was given to you by the gentle giant. "T-thanks.." You mumbled, walking over to the fireplace and sitting cross legged in front of it. Most of the mercs were directed to their rooms, some lounged around in the kitchen or dining area, having quiet conversations. Heavy sat next to you, mug in hand. This was already too close to comfort for you, and he could tell. Whilst he had been crushing on you for a while, he was oblivious to whether you returned those feelings - believing that you were scared of him. But right now your tired eyes and pink cheeks said otherwise, seeking some form of comfort from the man. "Come, I will hold you to warm you up." Mikhail gave you no room for choice, and you were still freezing. You complied and scooted closer to Heavy, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped an arm around you. In an instant, you had fallen asleep, curled up on Heavy, the body heat shared between the two of you giving more warmth than the blazing heat permeating from the fireplace in front of you.

Engineer: Even after hours of battling, the match on 2fort had yet to finish. Scouts from both sides rushing for the briefcase, only to instantly die from sentry guns, Spies in disguise, or a Heavy hopped up on ubercharge. You were ready to drop, the respawn machine healing your wounds but doing nothing for your exhaustion. You knew that Dell was stationed in the intelligence room, sentry setup so anyone who trespassed would be delt with. The perfect place to catch a few z's before heading back out to the fight. "Yo Dell, can I maybe rest down here for a bit?" You implored, watching the man upgrade a dispenser. "Sure darlin'," He smiled earnestly, you gave him a look of relief. Curling up under the desk, you attempted to sleep, but the lack of cushioning made it an impossible task. Dell noticed, and gave the dispenser one last 'clonk' with his spanner before accompanying you under the table. "Here," He scootched up next to you, "You can rest on me if you'd like." You looked up at him, his cheeks felt hot. "Wow - yeah, thanks Dell." Blood rushed to your face as you situated your head on his shoulder. "Anytime, pumpkin." He muttered. Sleep was instantaneous, Engie held his breath until he was sure you were out cold, letting out a deep sigh and smiling down at the floor. How did he get so lucky?

Medic: Medic suffered long nights in the infirmary, and during those nights you would often visit him to keep him company. It was routine - you would saunter in around 9pm, sitting on the edge of the operating table, your feet barely touching the floor, chin resting in the palms of your hands as he tinkered away. He reveled in it - he had grown attached to this schedule, and by extension, you. Your mere presence made him giddy, seeing your sweet smile before he put you under anesthetics made his heart swell. The best nights were the ones where you would let him operate on you, he would be able to enact out his writings, throwing things at the wall and seeing what stuck. Then, you'd either walk out around 3am, or respawn from a botched surgery, and go to bed. Tonight, however, you had proven to be far too tired for a surgery, let alone a full night of softly rambling to Ludwig about whatever crossed your mind. You had pulled up the operating chair and sat next to him, eyes flickering between him and the notes he had been writing in his medical book, slowly drifting off. Your head fell on his shoulder, fast asleep. Medic peered down at you from over his glasses, breathing a lovestruck sigh. Maybe these were the best nights.

Sniper: The middle of the day in Sniper's van was akin to hell. The air smelt stale, windows wide open, no aircon, just the both of you sweaty, sticky, and half clothed. This would usually have embarrassed the two of you, but the 40 degree weather and sound of the other mercs outside attempting to cool off using a singular hose had you both choosing to stay indoors, not wanting to get involved in the argument currently taking place between Demo and Soldier. Heat fogged your brain, you felt so tired, your body sweat all of your energy out. "Fuck, why couldn't you get an AC installed?" You groaned, lazily shutting your eyes and fanning your face with your hand. Sniper shrugged, and despite not being able to see the motion, you scoffed. "Dunno," Mick responded nonchalantly. He trailed off, seemingly succumbing to the same heat induced exhaustion you were fighting with. You opened your eyes slightly, confirming your suspicions that Sniper had also closed his. Arms crossed, head pointing downwards, God, he looked so comfortable. Mick could tell what you were thinking, and he wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to you, but he couldn't bring himself to move. You were close like that, almost reading one another's minds at times. So you made the first step, sliding over to him and laying your head on his shoulder. Sniper was uncomfortably hot, yet refusing to move an inch as you slept on him. Eventually, he couldn't help but nod off alongside you.

Spy: The drive back from your mission was excruciating. Sniper and Medic sat in the driver and passenger seats respectively, the only sound was the droning radio hosts on the van's radio. You had failed, and you knew Spy was seething from the loss. You, however, were so tired you couldn't even stand. Partially from the bullet lodged in your calf, partially from the athlete level running you had to do in order to get back to the van after the high elected government official had caught you in the act attempting to steal nuclear launch codes. Spy was the one to snatch the codes, but you had still been seen, and that in of itself was a failure. Incidentally, Spy had been the one to offer you aid once you were safely in the van. Your arm draped around his shoulders, wincing at the sharp pains running up your leg. As much as he tried to hate you, he just....couldn't. You were too sweet, too kind. So, he opted instead to blame Medic and Sniper for being unable to damage control the situation better. You were slipping in and out of consciousness, head slowly rocking towards Spy's shoulder, and then awkwardly leaning back towards the wall of the vehicle. "Rest your head on me, mon cher. Otherwise you are going to break your nose." He grunted. In an instant you had passed out on him, breathing in the strong scent of cigarettes and expensive cologne. He sighed a breath of relief, enjoying your gentle pressure on his side. Smitten was an understatement.

[fatfuckingcatstuff]

Fuck it, two asks in a row 💫cose i can💫

How about mercs (ur choice bestie) x reader whos a climber, full out monkey mode

Heavy is basicly a jungle gym and hes not the only one to suffer. There is a spider jumping around the walls on every map they play now. Holding to walls with no holds no problem and stuff.

(Climbers are so cool omfg)

I prefer platonic but if you get any nice ideas for romantic then go for it

Thx in advance even if you decide not to write this babe <3

~🫀

What's up shorty sure I can absolutely do that

ALL MERCS

oh what the absolute fuck

why can you do this how are you even able to do this when did you discover you could do this

Someone could be in the kitchen trying to grab a nice snack after a long day. Then from the corner of their eye they see their co worker hanging off the fucking ceiling munching away on a sandwich.

They lost something and can't find it? Boom it's taped onto the ceiling now haha.

Initially impressed by your skills yet still somewhat a little horrified.

Don't get him wrong, he's amazed at how you can just scale from wall to wall without falling. He's just scared he might catch you in a horrifying position late at night staring at him, or rather.. waiting to pounce from anywhere.. 😨😨

Scout

Guess whos going to exploit that skill of yours to annoy another merc!!

You guys are the annoying duo now. Teaming up every round, and absolutely demolishing the enemy team with your wack ass skill combos.

Soldier, Demoman, Pyro

Dear lord what the fuck even. No major reaction to it but are silently impressed at how you are able to stick to any surface.

Will get a little scare here and then everytime they catch you in positions you arent supposed to be in, like on the walls for example.

"Oh fucking 'ell mate."

"Mon dieu."

Sniper, Spy

Oh mein gott!

Impressed and would totally not try to implant spider dna into you. (SPIDERMAN REFERENCE!?!? 1!?2!2(#(#!#!#)

Would try to persuade you to let him experiment on you. Trying to see if he could enhance your skill even more, perhaps make you able to climb faster and extend your endurance.

Medic

Oh that's awesome sauce. Would gladly let you swing around them due to their bigger bodies. Making it the perfect jungle gym for you. Anyone who walked by would be a little dumbfounded to see a big guy have their co worker swing here and there from their arms as they did their usual jobs.

Loves to watch you perform any tricks you have up your sleeve. Though a little worried you might lose your grip one day, fall and hit your head.

Engineer, Heavy

[demoman-kisser420]

Cuddling headcanons for the mercs <3

(All nine❤️)

Medic

This man loves to hold you istg he will just hold you to his chest and play with your hair as yall fall asleep

Sniper

Definitely a spooning guy if yall are sleeping in his van there's limited space and he's just adapted to sleeping on his side

Heavy

This man LOVES holding you like you will sleep on him he wraps his arms around you and reads as you fall asleep on him

Demoman

This man Definitely will just rest his head on your chest as he falls asleep he likes when you pet him slighty

Soldier

Definitely like demoman but also likes to protect you so he likes it either way he won't fall asleep before you at all like his brain won't let him

Engineer

Loves spooning and he will rub your thighs or back before you guys go to sleep also wouldn't be apposed to sleeping in between you thighs

Pyro

They love to hold you as you sleep like they won't let go at all the mask comes off during sleep they like when you trace there burn scars (I'm going off the unofficial pyro face by valve)

Scout

This man loves you laying on his chest it makes him feel confident that he can protect you he will play with your hair till you fall asleep

Spy

He's a romantic guy so really he wants you to lay on his chest but he also like spooning he's always gonna be the big spoon btw he wispers French as yall fall asleep

(I think I'm getting better but If you spot some spelling mistakes I'm sorry)

[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.

[th3tism]

Could you do mercs and SO who has a bad injury (bed ridden)?

I'm sorry I don't have anything silly to say 😔

Mercs: pyro, medic, heavy

Mercs with bedridden s/o

Pyro:

He was SO worried for you

He just wanted you to be ok

When you woke up he RUSHED to where you were

He didn't care if Medic said you weren't ready for visitors. He doesn't care.

He's with you everyday until you get better

Medic:

He feels really bad

But he's confident in his ability to take care of you

You're getting soup, ice packs, whatever it takes to make you better

(although in hindsight he could use the medigun to make you feel better... BUT THATS NOT CUTE SO SHUT UP!!!)

Heavy:

Like Medic, he's making sure that you're as comfortable as possible. No matter what.

He feels awful that he couldn't protect you from whatever made you bed ridden

But, he thinks that taking care of you will help

He's just glad you're alive

[awfullordhenry]

BRUD HAS A HAIR

[desired-fantasy-writings]

TF2 Masterlist

Please read the rules before requesting!

(If you want to check out a characters specific masterlist its linked on the name of the character.)

Scout

Spy

Demoman

Engineer

Heavy

Medic

Sniper

Pyro

[megsiepoo]

            "So, what did you wish to speak about?" Medic inquired, retrieving his pen and returning to his paperwork. This was how it often went for the pair, one rambling about some topic while the other busied himself, idly listening and offering the occasional response.             "Bumped into Scout just a bit ago," Engineer began, a frown settling back onto his face. "Poor fella seemed pretty upset."             "Oh?" Medic answered, half listening. Engineer nodded, not that the doctor was looking at him to see it.             "Yeah, it's his first Smissmas away from home. He's rather put out about it; can't say I blame him. Just wish there was something we could do about it, ya know? Cheer him up some."

Boom surprise fic!

I thought it would be fun to write something for the holidays. Didn't expect to do it in one day though lol. Let's just ignore the several other wips I have at the moment.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoy! Feedback appreciated as always and thanks for reading!

And Merry Smissmas!

[yaikat]

TF2 Valentines Week FLUFF Day 1 - Defend/Save/Food

this drawing is fucking cursed. i drew it 3 times. i dont know whats going on w the colors. fuck it we ball

[h0mo-gatoxp]

hiiiiii I base this on a beautiful drawing I saw on twitter, the artist doesn't have a tumblr so I can't post it but you can follow him on twitter @rabidratbaby_ an if u want u can also follow me for see my other things and interact @h0mo_gato

[jermer10]

If youre comfortable with it, can you do mercs with reader having a panic attack? Like they come into the mercs living quarters, hyperventilating and sweaty and shaking, looking for help or something.

TF2 mercs with a reader who experiences panic attacks

gn reader | thanks for the ask anon :]

drabbles under the cut :P

Scout: - scout is bad in emergency situations, most of his actions are thoughtless and dangerous and often get you into more trouble - seeing you trembling, tears muddying your cheeks, clutching at the doorframe- well, it freaked him out - and for once he has no idea what to do or say - in fear of making you feel worse, he pulls you inside and coaxes you towards the bed - he's worried, but is smart enough to know that he should wait for you to talk rather than pushing you (is doubtful you even can considering your violent shakes) - ends up spooning you to sleep, he figures you’ll tell him in the morning and that rest is what you need most right now

Soldier: - soldier is bad in every situation - where most people would immediately try to comfort you, Soldier is seeking revenge on whatever or whoever did this to you - “TELL ME WHO DID THIS, I’LL MAKE THAT COMMIE SON OF A BITCH PAY” - you’re trying to tell him in between tears that you did it to yourself but he isn’t listening - he only stops his frantic yellings when he sees you, cowering next to him choking in violent sobs - he pulls you towards himself and holds you close, stroking your hair until you pass out

Pyro: - they wake up, startled to see you heaving and shaking in their doorway - immediately pulls their covers back and pats the space next to them, indicating for you to join them in the warmth of the bed - Pyro isn't great at handling emotions, they barely feel human most times themself - but when they see you in such a state they can't help but cling to you for dear life - you begin blubbering and apologizing to them through tears, they drawl their fingers along your back - they squeeze you lightly and nod along, listening to your every word and already working out ways to prevent something like this from happening again

Demoman: - he's probably passed out drunk when you reach his room - it takes you a while to wake him up, becoming increasingly erratic as you shake him - when he does wake up he's in instant protective mode, looking for anything he can do to make you feel better, threatening to go and "have a talk" to whoever made you feel this way - when you explain the nature of your panic attack, he opts to pull you in and cuddle you rather than continuing his drunken rant - you look exhausted and the struggle to wake him wouldn't have helped - "aye, sleep 'ere tonight. you'll feel better in the mornin'."

Heavy: - it's late and he's still up, reading in bed, slowly drifting off - and yet is interrupted by a faint, almost scared, knock at the door to his room - "come in." the command was simple, no malice in his voice, but it still wracked your already fraying nerves - he knew out of all mercs it would more than likely be you, what he didn't expect was the absolute state you presented yourself in - wordlessly, he pulls the covers back and pushes himself as close to the wall as he can, motioning for you to join him in the warmth - sleep is instantaneous, no words exchanged between the two of you, none were needed

Engineer: - he isn't even in his room, more than likely in his workshop tinkering with his latest gadget - you stand in the doorway, heaving as tears spewed down your face - engi notices you immediately, scrambling up from his desk, pieces of scrap metal and engineering blueprints scattering to the concrete floor, he doesn't care - you collapse into his arms, sobbing violently as he stroked your back - this wasn't the first time you had come to him with a panic attack, he walked you to his bedroom, arm wrapped under your arm and around your torso - tonight he doesn't mind putting his work down, comforting you is important above all else

Medic: - another merc who you'd find in his office rather than his living quarters, although medic practically already lives there - he is aware of your panic attacks, having treated you for them plenty of times before - tonight was different though, you came in sweaty, dizzy, and tearful - "vhat is wrong-" he's cut off by your arms wrapping around him, an act of affection that let him startled and flustered - "vould you prefer to sleep here tonight?" he was bashful and tender, guiding you over to the cot he had set up for himself, a highly unusual state to see the doctor in - you comply, slipping under the covers next to him, he holds you close

Sniper: - it felt like you were walking for miles just to reach his caravan - the cold air of the night unforgiving on the bare skin your pajamas didn't cover - of course sniper wasn't asleep, he answered the knock with a gun pointed to your face, only lowering when he realized who you were and the condition you were in - he guides you into the cramped space of the vehicle, offering you a space on his bed and flicking the kettle on to boil - you explain the reasoning behind your distress, sipping your tea in between quiet discussion - sniper offers his bed for the night, you accept

Spy: - yet another man who prefers the comfort of his study on late nights rather than his living quarters - sipping a glass of wine and flicking through a novel, he hears the door creak open, and sees your red face peering through - he motions for you to enter with his hand, you comply, gently shutting the door and sniffling as you join him on the lounge - you rest your head on his shoulder, he reads his novel to you, stopping briefly to check on you - when you do inevitably pass out, he covers you with a blanket, and refills his glass - opts to stay up and watch you, it would pain him to see you have another panic attack

[psychopathseraphim]

TF2 - Requests are OPEN!

Hhhyello, friends! I write preferences (I have for other fandoms) but I’ve recently gotten back into TF2… Just dropping by to say that TF2 requests are open :]]

Notes:

Updates might be slow, due to the mere fact that I could be occupied with other forms of work

3 character MAX when requesting!

I will write:

Fluff, angst, lime, lemon

Scenarios, headcanons, imagines

Any kind of reader (as long as it abides by the standard of decency)

All 9 mercenaries + Miss Pauling

I will NOT write:

Full-length oneshots

Pedophilia, rape, incest

X OCs (your OC might be a little out of character when I write them)

[habitabel]

I saw a TikTok of these 2 people from Australia that had visited the U.S. and experienced snow for the first time and it was so cute how they reacted and of course my brain immediately thought of a sniper x reader fic where reader shows him snow... So like if someone wrote that for me I'd really appreciate it 💚

[paninicupcakke]

Winter Wrap Up ☃️🪵🔥

(Fluff HeavyMedic oneshot + Engie & offense team mentioned)

-(They are all still mercs in this fic btw! I just wanted to make a Heavy loadout with his new beard for fun :3)

Location: Red base

Medic was stood in front of a window looking out towards the back patio of their base. Silently admiring the snowy wooded area not too far from them. Four of his bundled up teammate’s were currently outside enjoying the cold weather. Soldier, Pyro and Scout were all participating in an intense snowball fight. Meanwhile, Heavy was a few feet away from them. Axe in hand while in the middle of chopping up some firewood. The doctor’s eyes lingered on the Russian’s hands. Even through his fitted gloves, some of his veins were visible. Medic eerily watched as he slowly brought the axe up over his head. Witnessing him quickly swing down the axe, splitting a wooden log in half as if it were a slice of butter. The doctor bashfully flinched. Anxiously adjusting his glasses as he let out a small sigh. Feeling oddly envious of the now shredded up wooden log. Continuing to lovingly stare at his partner through the window.

“Hey Doc, would you mind taking these outside?” Engineer suddenly asked. Medic flinched, quickly turning around to face the man behind him. There stood Engineer, holding a metal tray full of several steamy mugs of hot cocoa.

“Ja.” Medic quickly replied. Carefully taking the tray from his hands.

“I figured you wouldn’t mind.” Engineer said with a sly grin. He walked over towards the back door and held it open for Medic. The doctor quickly stepped outside onto the patio. The offense team had all quickly noticed and decided to pause their snowball fight. All three of them eagerly ran over onto the patio and towards the doctor. Scout was the first one to grab up one of the warm mugs.

“Hell yeah, thanks doc.” Scout piped up before taking a small sip of cocoa. Pyro muffled a “thank you” as well before taking his very own cat shaped mug.

“Whatchu got there?” Soldier asked while tilting his head. The last one to make his way over to Medic.

“Here, Engineer made some hot chocolate.” Medic replied with an eager grin. Soldier quickly grabbed a warm mug from the tray and began chugging it down. Medic quickly averted his attention over towards Heavy who was several feet away from them. He set down the metal tray onto a wooden table nearby. Quickly making his way over to him with a mug of warm cocoa in hand. Heavy was in the middle of picking up a split chunk of wood and setting it off into a large pile beside him. Medic casually sat down onto the tree stump the Russian had been using as a cutting board. Eagerly sat underneath dozens of leftover axe marks. Heavy had his back towards Medic, once turning around he perked up at the sight of him. It’s as if the doctor appeared out of thin air. Medic then extended his arm to hand over the mug to Heavy.

“Here. Drink it while it’s warm.” Medic offered with a wide grin. Heavy gently took the mug from him.

“Thank you, doctor.” Heavy replied with a wide grin.

“You’re welcome. Well, I didn’t make it. Engineer did.” Medic bashfully replied. Silently fixating on how small the mug looked in Heavy’s grasp. The doctor’s heart could hardly keep up. He lovingly gazed up and down at Heavy. Admiring his cozy attire paired with his lovely form. Heavy took a couple of small sips of cocoa.

“Is very good. I prefer little marshmallows over the big ones.” Heavy piped up.

“Ja, aren’t they cute?” Medic shyly replied. Heavy nodded as he continued to drink, silently looking down at the unusual spot Medic chose to sit on. The doctor casually leaned back onto the large tree stump. Holding his weight with both of his hands while crossing one leg over the other. Heavy couldn’t help but silently gaze at the doctor’s relaxed demeanor. It was always a delight to have some much needed time off for the holidays.

“That should be enough logs for now. You should come inside for a small break.” Medic eagerly suggested, glancing down at the pile of firewood. Heavy’s cheeks flushed at the doctor’s angelic tone.

“Is getting tiresome.” Heavy shyly admitted. Medic quickly stood back up, taking a step closer and caressing the Russian’ forearm up to his bicep. Heavy instinctually propped up his elbow. Allowing Medic’s hands to cling onto his inner elbow and nuzzle up close to keep warm. A wide, bashful smile crept across Heavy’s cheeks. The Russian had a cup of hot cocoa in one hand and his lover on his arm. This day couldn’t have gotten any better. This snowy weather was just another excuse to be huddled side by side. Both men eagerly walked alongside each other as they made their way back inside of the base. All three offense teammates were stood on the patio, finishing up their hot coca. Scout’s eyes lingered on the couple as they made their way back indoors. Enviously wishing he had a loved one to cling onto his arm or vice versa. The lonesome runner couldn’t help but glance at the couple through the window. Watching Heavy and Medic sit down on the sofa and canoodle by the fireplace. Scout suddenly let out an saddened groan.

“What’s wrong?” Soldier asked while tilting his head. Noticing the runner’s sudden change in demeanor.

“Nothin’ really. I just hate being single during the holidays. It sucks! I wanna wear matching hats and cuddle by the fire with someone. Is that too much to ask?” Scout bluntly complained.

“Well��uhh…we could all wear matching hats and cuddle by the fire together?” Soldier suggested. Pyro perked up at his idea and nodded eagerly. Scout let out a sigh.

“I guess.” Scout begrudgingly obliged, followed by a small shrug.

“I’ll go steal us some hats!” Soldier declared before stomping off back inside of the base. Headed down the hall over to Demoman’s room.

“And I’ll start the fire!” Pyro eagerly piped up. Setting down his hot cocoa and pulling out a metal lighter from his pocket. Scout’s eyes widened in fear.

“Wait, wait no! We already have a fire inside!” Scout yelled while frantically trying to grab the lighter from Pyro. Meanwhile indoors, both Heavy and Medic were both soaking up the base’s warm fireplace. The doctor had swung both his legs over the Russian’s lap, nuzzling him close while caressing his jawline. Heavy had an arm wrapped around him and was currently trailing small kisses along the doctor’s cheek. The Russian suddenly paused, his eyes wideNed as he caught a glimpse of the chaos forming outside through the window.

“I hate to stop but…Pyro is setting patio table on fire.” Heavy quietly mentioned.

“Huh?!” Medic flinched and immediately turned his head to look out the window. The wooden table outside on the patio was now up in flames. Both men watched Scout frantically drag over a fire extinguisher.

“Uh oh. Uhh…should we go help them?” Medic hesitantly asked.

“Yes…but I don’t really want to right now.” Heavy bashfully admitted.

“Ja me neither. Let’s go hide in our room and pretend we didn’t see anything.” Medic quietly suggested with a sly grin.

“Sounds like good plan.” Heavy happily agreed. Both men quickly stood up from the sofa and hurried off down the hallway off to their bedroom. Meanwhile, Engineer was still preoccupied over in the kitchen. He was in the middle of cooking up a big pot of chili for supper. The Texan had his back turned and hadn’t noticed the sneaky couple flee the scene.

“Y’all smell that?…guys?- AH?! WHAT IN SAM HELL?!” Engineer shrieked, nearly dropping the wooden spoon in his hand. Noticing the large flames currently outside of the window. He quickly set the spoon back into his pot of chili and ran outside to help.

[5eraphim]

this thought has been rotting my brain for about a week now and I've just worked up the courage to request this, feel free to delete this if you don't want to write btw.

Yandere medic had kidnapped the reader a while ago, and medic got home after a long day and the reader just sort of walks up to medic and hugs him, completely unprompted.

Idk I need something fluffy in my life.

(I am so bad at writing fluff- but it is funny the one fluff request I've gotten is for Medic of all people 💀 Hope you enjoy!)

Title: Night Light

Character: Medic 🕊️ (Team Fortress 2)

Rating: M (MINORS DNI- GO PLAY OUTSIDE)

Content Warnings: yandere, possessive behavior, mind break, hurt/comfort, toxic relationship, implied NSFW, kidnapping, touch starved reader, cuddles, reader is gender neutral, implied dehumanization/slight infantilization

Word Count: 1.9K

MASTERLIST

TIP JAR

"When you grow accustom to something, when it becomes part of your everyday life, you notice when it suddenly vanishes.

If only my heart were made of stone."

Cormac McCarthy, The Road

Time had never passed as slowly during your captivity as that evening. He was late coming home, not a rarity, though you couldn't shake the feeling something about tonight was different. A certain air of restlessness only heightened your agitation. Minutes passed like hours while you were rooted at the window waiting for the harsh white headlights to cue Medic's return home.

As you waited, poised right by the bedroom's window, you paced back and forth, wearing a thin blanket from the bed as a shawl across your shoulders, wringing the ends with your hands nervously. As though it was physically impossible to still yourself. 

Never before had the 10 x 10 bedroom you were confined to while Medic was out of the house felt as claustrophobic as it did now. You weren't allowed out of this room when Medic wasn't home, it wasn't much, but you still got a shiver down your spine remembering how he left you chained to a radiator in the basement after your first escape attempt. At first, Medic wanted to trust you, giving you access to roam the top floor of his house while he was gone, though that lasted less than a week after you'd tried to run away, shattering a window and nearly severing a vein when you tried to pull yourself through.

After that, you were taught the hard way any comfort in this house was to be earned, and your petty act of rebellion or insolence would only result in punishment. Being chained up in the basement was the worst, but there were other ways Medic would force you to obey his commands and diminish any dignity you held onto. If you wanted clothes, you would have to wear what he provided for you, assuming he felt generous enough to supply any. If you wanted to eat, you'd be lucky if he let you eat at the table with him; it was marginally less degrading than when he fed you while you sat on his lap, though this wasn't nearly as bad as when he would force you to feed from a bowl on the floor at his feet. If you didn't want to sleep on the cold floor, not only were you forced to share his bed, but be obedient and not give him a reason to kick you out. 

Nowadays, you aren't so resilient. You knew Medic was a sick bastard, and you knew if you kept testing him, there was a good chance your luck would eventually run out, and he'd do something severe. Even if the obedience was faked, Medic appeared appeased. He remarked on how much easier it was to hold you when you weren't struggling or how beautiful you looked when you smiled for him. You wanted to believe you were only doing this for your safety, that you truly hated Medic with your entire heart, and that you'd die before ever loving him back. But as the days began to pile up and your resistance slipped away, Medic grew genuinely kinder. You couldn't help but feel some inexplicable yearning for Medic. When he was gone, you were always alone, the feeling as dismal as it was inevitable. And while you might still fear him, when Medic was home, you felt a bittersweet acceptance of your situation. 

After what felt like an eternity passed, you watched headlights drawing closer as you watched Medic's car pulling into the driveway. Your heart leaped into your throat as you listened to the sound of the door being unlatched. Springing from waiting by the window, you stood in front of the bedroom's door; your blanket-shawl slipped off your shoulders and fell onto the floor as you strained your ears to listen, vaguely able to hear Medic kicking off his boots, dropping off his white coat before finally making his way up the stairs. You could feel your heart beating in your ears as you listened to Medic unlocking the door while you stood frozen in place, waiting to see Medic at last. 

He pulled open the door and, for a moment, appeared surprised to see you standing there waiting for him. For a beat, the two of you stared at each other silently, unsure of what the other would do next, Medic opened his mouth to say something, but you were faster. Moving determined, though awkwardly, you extended your arms out before reaching for Medic, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him into a tight hug. For a moment, Medic was stunned and motionless with shock, feeling you pulling him closer to you with silent neediness.

"Please hold me back." Your voice came out breathy and hushed, the words tumbling out before you even realized what you were saying as you mumbled as close to his ear as you could, arms wrapping just a touch tighter around Medic's shoulders, as though you hadn't seen him in weeks. You couldn't see his face, more content to shut your eyes and burrow your face into his chest, inhaling his scent. Though silently, you knew you wanted more. A part of you wanted to tear the clothes right off of him and feel the heat of his body directly against your own skin. But for now, you were content to savor the moment as it was, hearing the faint sound of his heart beating in rhythm with every breath he took. 

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around your torso, returning the embrace with equal warmth. "I was surprised to see the light still on when I pulled in, were you staying up to see me again?" You nodded, head still buried in his chest. 

He always said you looked so cute when you nuzzled him like this, and he couldn't help but hum with satisfaction seeing you all needy. "Aw, were you worried I was spending time with someone else? Were you jealous?"

He was clearly trying to mess with you, but you couldn't help but raise your voice a little, responding, squeezing him tighter in your arms. "No! I was afraid, Medic!"

Pulling your arms from his shoulders, you let him hold you while you continued, feeling as though tears were about to fall at any moment.

"I missed you… I missed you a lot." You wanted to explain yourself, convert these intense and enigmatic emotions into words, to explain to Medic and yourself. 

He pulled away just enough to face you, "Why don't we go lay down for a moment? You look like you could use that." Nodding silently, you let him guide you to bed, pulling back the covers before tucking you into bed, allowing you to situate yourself before crawling in right next to you. The warm, almost calm look never once left his face as you writhed for a moment uneasily, trying to find a comfortable position beside him. Eventually, settling down to lay on your side, wrapping one arm over his chest and a leg just over his lap. Medic's arm stretched across your shoulders to pull you closer, his other hand under the blanket, rubbing his fingers along the thigh, you draped over him. At that moment, you felt almost as though you were back in the body of a child, curling up in your parent's bed after a nightmare. Even now, you continue to nuzzle your face against him. You had an entire day of loneliness to undo, but now that you could feel him so warm and close, all your stress and tension were melting away. Sighing, you pulled away, looking up at Medic with eyes half-lidded with admiration.

"What happened to you while I was gone?" He tried to force a chuckle as though he were joking, but the glimmer of curiosity in his eyes gave away his sincerity. 

Resting your cheek against his chest, staring blankly at the wall, you answered in a dull voice. "I don't know, and I can't explain it. But when you were late, I guess I just started to miss you, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop." 

As you spoke, your voice grew frailer. It hurt to think about the isolation, the loneliness, everything you'd endured stuck in a cloister confined to one bedroom. 

Medic made a noise of sympathy, "But you know I'd be back; you know I'd never abandon you, don't you?" 

Of course, you knew; the Medic told you many times before he'd die before leaving you. But Medic never knew how to stay dead; realistically, you knew he always managed to find his way back to you.

"Today, waiting for you to come home, it hurt. It hurt more than ever." Internally you felt a twinge of guilt; you just wanted to enjoy your time with Medic now that he was finally home; the last thing you wanted was to make him worry about you. But you weren't lying, and you felt that if you kept all your loneliness bottled up inside, you'd lose your mind altogether. 

He looked down, his brow creased slightly with worry. "Have you been feeling ill?" 

You shook your head, "Not sick, just worried."

Hearing this, Medic's cheeks reddened slightly. For the first time in ages, you'd managed to be the one to fluster him, and you had to admit, he looked bizarrely cute like this. His typical mania softened into something entirely different. Sure, you'd seen his softer side before, but you felt as though you'd never really appreciated it until now, and your heart ached with a lonely kind of affection. 

"Worried about me?" His head cocked to the side a little, unable to entirely process the words leaving his own mouth. You tugged at his shirt lightly, scrunching the fabric with your fingers.

"I worry because I care about you. I think I've felt this way for a while, waiting for you to come home… I don't know- but I feel like all these feelings are finally coming together. I love you, Medic." You could've sworn you felt Medic's heart beating a bit faster as you rambled, but you knew for sure you felt him gasping slightly hearing you say, "I love you."

It's not like he'd never heard those words from you before. But every time before now, it was prompted, whether as a response to his own "I love you" or via threat to hurt you if you didn't say it. Though that isn't to say you'd never thought this before. Though saying it out loud, at last, made it all finally feel real.

He leaned down to kiss the top of your head, mattering against your scalp, "I love you too, my love. I always have, I always will."

He continued, "You are the light of my life, and I swear, no matter how far I go- I will always find you."

For the first time all night, the tears you'd kept bottled up for so long began to fall. Though now you wept with joy, feeling a kind of levity in your heart you doubted you'd ever known before now. Medic stroked the back of your head as you wept into his chest, wetting his button-up with your tears. It was a comfort to assure yourself no matter how much time he spent away from you or how he punished you for disobedience in the past, he would always make up for the lost time when he found his way home. Not the building he lived in, but by your side, wrapping his arms around you, where he truly belonged.