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#「 ooc. 」#「 tbd. 」#[ was thinking of coming back here lowkey and selective ]#[ i do miss medic a lot and i miss how nice everyone is in the fandom. ]#[ so i might start bothering ppl again idk ajskfls i dont wanna pester old writing partners but ]#[ i love this fandom a lot so yeah ]#[ i kinda jumped from a couple blogs but am missing medic again so here i am ]
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He’s going to die, that much he knows, from the dull ache from a horrible pain he can no longer feel. Numb, if anything, waiting for the adrenaline to subside and the world around him to fade to black. Nothing that hadn’t been done before, and if anything, was probably deserved in the eyes of the blu team. He especially- once his precious trophy on display, now on his own two feet once more. His suit clean pressed, the scent of the cigarette that hung between his lips making him crave a smoke, as he watched the blade in his hands twirl with such grace and skill.
If anything, it made him grin, knowing well that after all that time away from his body, he still managed to surpass his expectations. Still capable of taking him down, body full of stab wounds, yet somehow he still managed to hold on. Hands soaked in blood, he took a careful step towards him, arms outstretched, as if awaiting some sort of embrace he could never receive. Proud of what he’d become, it left him in a fit of laughter, his shuffling steps unsettling as he attempted to close the space between them both.
“After all this time being apart- here I thought you might have shown me kindness- did our time mean so little to you? How I’ve missed you, mein liebster Spion...”
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“Allow me to have a look at you.” It’s a demand, more so than a request, knowing well how stern he had to be at times to get him to listen at all. Leaving any sort of mission unharmed was little to nonexistent for most, even the most careful of the group. He knew well how he hid his pain away, where most would come to him in need for the smallest of pains, the spy himself would rather bleed out than ask for assistance.
It’s why he made the first move, concern etched across his brow as he caught him in passing. His gaze unwavering, he stood stubborn in attempts of persuading him. “I would rather mend whatever wounds you may have hidden, than wait for them to get out of hand. It will save us time in the long run, you and I both know this.” || @refiinedrogue liked for a starter.
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It’s late when he finds him, like any other night as he wanders the halls of the base alone. He knew well he had trouble sleeping, often left in isolation within the confines of his room. So if anything, it brought surprise to see him, no doubt hunting for beer before his quick departure back to his quarters. Yet with any luck, he could stop him, clearing his throat as he hoped to get his attention.
“It’s not often I find you wandering about so late, Soldier-” Jane, he true name lingering on his tongue, yet he held back any and all temptation to say it aloud. “Are you feeling alright? If you are having trouble sleeping, I may be able to assist you-” || @rocket-jump-waltz liked for a starter.
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His thumbs gently trace the lines beneath his eyes where goggles once lay, admiring his raccoon eyes from the tan lines he'd acquired. The face of a working man, one that leaves him grinning as he leans in and kisses his cheek. “Shall we go to dinner tonight, meine Geliebte? My treat, of course.”
Gentle are the hands that draw face away towards work. How they are deceptive they are, made soft from lavishing in crimson ichor daily. For a few moments he tries to ignore those loving fingertips tracing pale marks around his eyes and soft lips that press against the stubble of his cheek and steely focus begins to slowly rust.
Focus lent towards the blueprint unfurled on his desk, split then forgotten. It’s slowly that his eyes lift to meet Klause observing him from his throne of complacency.
“Later,” he assures in a quiet drawl. Absently he reaches for that grasp, strong hands holding to that palm that rests against the roughness of his cheek.
“Later.” Dell repeats in more of a promise, quieter softer tones are spoken under a breath. The Engineer brushes Klause’s finger with the tips of exposed digits before lips press against pale skin. It’s a simple brush of his mouth along the sides of others knuckles, a certain reverence to the touch.
Such a sight.
Oh, god of creation what unholy demon do you give your tainted soul.
He presses another kiss to the inside of his wrist then another on the flat on the Medic’s palm. “Let me jus’ admire you a lil’ longer.”
#「 memories. 」#「 science party. 」#[ i didnt need my heart anyway this is fine ]#[ my otp fufdufijasoflf ]
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‘ i was here all night. ’ (( just griping about being left in the fridge don't mind him
There’s a subtle tug at the corner of his mouth, resembling almost that of a smile- were he to look closely enough. Amused, more so than anything, how they’d come to fall into routine, night after night when the fighting was over. How he’d pull his head from the contained, chilled space, and allow him a smoke, a chance to socialize while he worked late into the night. Yet plans had happened the evening before, forced to work through the night and leave him in cold isolation. Never his intention, for even he too would admit he missed his company. Though the confession would never be spoken aloud, it lingered in the back of his mind, threatened to form on his tongue, yet forced down, for fear of coming across as too attached to the man before him.
A hand was placed atop his head, a gentle pat, like petting a dog out of pity for his whining and need for attention. He could understand his frustrations, which is why he cared not to argue with him. Instead from his coat pocket he revealed a pack of cigarettes, placing one between his own lips to ignite it with a flame. A slow drag was taken, before placing it between the spy’s own lips to allow him to have his morning smoke.
“Ja- I’m afraid it was unavoidable, mein kleiner Freund. My team was in need of assistance elsewhere- there was nothing I could do on the matter.” It was then that he took him in his arms, carrying him over to the table top where he often operated. A chance for him to take in fresh air, thaw out and admire what little view there was in his confined, clinical space. A day of downtime for the Red team, which gave them privacy enough to chat, relax together without interruption. “Could it be that you missed me? or were you simply dying for a smoke? Either way, you have both, I have no intention of leaving you for the evening.”
#poisonsculpted#「 letters. 」#「 v: main. 」#[ was this an ask meme? i cant remember lmfao rip ]#[ i have to get back into the swing of writing ]#[ forgive me for this garbage ]
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Honestly, I don’t need someone who sees the good in me. I need someone who sees the bad in me and still wants me.
(via love-diaries)
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Rests his cheek on top of his head.
Safety ; How short lived it was. Constantly running from one end of the city towards the other, lingering around buildings and rooms in search of equipment used to survive. The infection spread / people grew scarce. Nowhere to run or hide from the ever-changing virus that looms over their head, a storm ready to strike.
There were three things that made Ellis feel incredibly safe : his gun, the rooms boarded up by brick doors, and Klause ( safety in numbers, yet he became ellis’ number one ). One could say it was because he was a doctor, a man of medicine and a strong vocabulary. He held himself up in fights against the undead while clean a wound in a matter of minutes. Those were none of the reasons, oh no. A benefit, sure, but it was Klause’s warm personality and charming demeanor that made the mechanic feel at ease. One could say Ellis wasn’t the best at judgment, as he’s always polite and welcoming to strangers, in and out of the zombie apocalypse. With Klause———– it was different. An old friend he reunited once more after years of phone calls and emails. Klause became familiar. Familiar and safe.
Their backs press against the wall of an abandoned building they found shelter in, side by side. Words leave aimlessly from the trucker’s lips ( one time, my buddy keith – ), a ritual the two have created with one another. Rest was needed / a day to simply relax and reminisce in the past. Little did he know was Klause slowly drifting into a deep slumber, all thanks to Ellis’ pleasant memories. Pressure was applied to the top of his head, instantly causing the words to stop. Eyes drift upward as if he could see what the medic had been doing, but to no avail, nothing ( thanks cap ). A smile, warm like the summer rays, curve onto his features, while his head tilts and finds home onto the other’s shoulder.
❝ G’night, Doc. ❞
—– @doesharm
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‘ you should be in bed. ’ [ - Go tf to sleep Klause.
* love ♥ starters || Accepting || @refiinedrogue
“And shouldn’t I be saying the same thing to you…”
There’s a glass of wine in hand, one leg crossed over the other as a cigarette dangled between his fingertips. It had been a long day for the two of them, filled with murder and death, back stabs and dismemberment, being forced to put men back together and defying god himself. Just another day on the job, it seemed, but even he too, needed a chance to relax, allow his necktie to hang loose about his collar as a drag was taken and slowly exhaled.
Rare for him, to ever really enter the man’s smoke lounge, but on such nights it was needed, his company coming in small talk and between the records that broke the silence. It gave him chance, to be at ease, slipping late into the night and before he knew it, time to rest up for another chaotic day that would follow come morning. Yet in his mind, he couldn’t help but wish for the night to stretch on longer, as if the world would grant them more of a chance to be together.
His smoke was set aside, left in an ashtray to burn away the last of its life as he rose from his place. Wine swirled in his cup, almost empty, but not quite as he moved in closer to the spy, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as his brow lifted slowly. “You seem eager to have me take my leave- and here I thought you enjoyed my stories and company.”
Inside however, he knew the spy cared, reason why he brought the subject up at all, wanting what was best for his well being. After all, a sleep deprived medic was sure to make mistakes- and no one would care to be on the other end of whatever blade he may carry, were that to happen. “I suppose I will, for you- only because you asked so nicely.”
It was then that the glass was handed off, whether or not he cared to finish it was his decision as he gave a soft pat to his shoulder. Slow strides were taken to the door, only to take pause, a glance given back over his shoulder as he spoke. “I hope you may do the same- I’m almost certain you need it more than I. Take care of yourself, my friend- consider it doctor’s orders, ja?”
#refiinedrogue#「 letters. 」#「 ask meme. 」#「 para. 」#「 v: main. 」#[ this is so bad im sorry :")) ]#[ been over a week since i've written anything i'm trying to get back into it oof ]#[ spoop cares ; A ; i cry ]
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Date a boy who’s knuckles are bloody and bruised but his eyes are soft and make you feel warm inside.
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Would Medic adopt a vampire Sniper?
In any type of verse Medic is fascinated by the supernatural so yes, if there was some chance of there being some vampire au with sniper or any character chances are he’d be interested in them. I actually discussed a vampire verse with some people on this blog, and it would be interesting to do be it if medic himself were a vampire or anyone else for that matter. He likes to know how things work, be it from this world or not, so an immortal person being willing to put up with him wanting to experiment and see how they function? He’d be happy with it. Idk if adopt is the right word but he’d be more than willing to interact with them for sure.
#「 letters. 」#「 ooc. 」#「 tbd. 」#[ is it halloween yet i want spoopy stuff ]#[ lbr medic is like dr. frankenstein so ofc he would mess with monsters n stuff ]
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bullshfters.
@doesharm RESCUED ! / CALL. / EXIT WOUNDS
The world shifted so quickly, darkness began to cloud his vision. The Hunter’s dead, resting lifelessly several feet away from the two. Its claws drenched in the mechanic’s blood. New wounds decorate his shoulders, soon to welcome the new scars that would take its place once it’s healed. He escaped —- They escaped, for now. Normally, this wouldn’t phase Ellis, as he’s fought these infected for as long as he remembered, but the event plays in his mind like a record player. A song that won’t change it’s tune.
❝ My hands are cold. My body’s numb. ❞
A hand rests itself over his chest, feeling his increased heartbeat. It thumps harshly against his ribcage, pounding a thousand miles a minute. Relax, it’s over. You’re safe. He desperately tries to repeat it in his head, but the pain nor his heart rate decreases.
❝ ——-I’m still in shock. ❞
He’d filled the beast with bullet holes as fast as his gun would allow it, tendrils of smoke still wafting from the barrel as he as he rushed to his side. Knees scraped against the cold asphalt, bringing with it a sting- yet he felt nothing, only fear and panic clouding his mind as he found himself beside the younger man in an instant. Protective, perhaps more than the mechanic realized- or maybe more than he let on. It was only in these brief moments that it showed, a light rain coming down on them both as worry lay heavy upon his expression.
“You will be alright-”
A lie he’d told too many times, it seemed, to those whom he lost- which left him sick to even think about, were his words not to come true with him. A hand clutched his, and with a tenderness so foreign in such a world they lived in, did he try and carefully examine the wounds beneath tattered clothes. A miracle he’d not hit an artery, a blessing he silently kept to himself as he tried his best to remain calm. Yet blood slowly began to pool and stain beneath his shirt, and with it, the loss of precious time, knowing well he could bleed out from the damage alone.
“Come, let me help you. We need to get you inside so I can see tend to your wounds- can you walk?” How he’d be ready to carry him through hell and back, if it meant seeing him safe from harm.
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