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friendsoup · 5 months

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HEYYY I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE MEDI IM SOBBING AAAA- could you write something with medi getting hurt in some way, and reader patches them up? :>

Boo-Boos

Recipe: Not strictly romantic, Medi is implied to have romantic feelings for reader, Reader's feelings are up to you, Medi x Reader, GN! Reader, APPle and Regulus ship it, Clumsy! Reader, Oblivious! Reader, Medi is a tsundere. Sorry.

WC: 1,351

Chef's Note: SOOOO.... I may have read this prompt wrong the first time.... So you get the best of both worlds! Medi patches up reader, and then reader patches up Medi! I hope you enjoy!

You always manage to get in the worst situations. Perhaps it was because you’re naturally clumsy. Or maybe it was just due to dumb luck. Whatever the case, tragedy always seemed to befall you. Whether it be knocks to the head, tripping over nothing, or scars you had no clue the origins of. Today was no different. You were on patrol, fighting critters for the timekeeper, when your legs got twisted with each other, and you fell. You were lucky that your teammates covered your slack, though you’d managed to get quite the hefty scrape on your chin. Not that it bothered you, though. You’d suffered greater scrapes and bumps in your time, and were convinced you’d be fine on your own. Regulus was the one to change your mind on that. “You’ll be no use to us if your wounds are all infected!” She argued, as the two of you walked back to the suitcase. “You should go see Medicine Pocket! They’re a doctor!” “I’m sure just a few bandaids will cover me.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck. “Does it really look that bad?” “You’re bleeding!” Regulus exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “If you get sick, then your chores will fall onto my shoulders!” You laughed at that. Though she was right. Getting sick was a good way to throw off the entire balance of the team, and you didn’t want to be a burden to the timekeeper.a

“Besides, if you go see Medi, you might get some special treatment.” She elbowed you in the side, the action only shooting more pain up your ribs. “What do you mean by that?” You asked, your eyebrows drawing up in genuine confusion.

Regulus just stood there for a moment, stunned that you didn’t understand her words.

“What the Captain is meaning to say, is that Dr.Medicine Pocket is awfully fond of you.” APPle pipes up, floating behind the two of you. “Perhaps, if you are to visit their room, they can provide you with a better experience than our other healers can.”

“Medi is fond of me?” You ask, blinking. “No way! They’re always so mean…” That simply earns a groan out of Regulus, who shakes her head. “God, you’re just like Vertin! I can’t stand it sometimes!” “You should visit Dr.Medicine Pocket anyways, and confirm for yourself.” APPle encourages. You nod. If even the reasonable APPle agrees, then perhaps there’s some merit in what Regulus is saying.

And so, you make your way through the suitcase, down to Medicine Pocket’s laboratory. It’s quite easy to find, following the sounds of dog’s barking and the sterile smell of medical equipment. It’s a path you’ve walked before, many times. “Medi, are you here?” You call from the doorway. Instinctively, you rub at your chin, cringing when you glance back at your hand. That’s a lot of blood. “Yeah, yeah, I’m in the middle of something. Can you come back-” They dismissively wave to you, before looking up from their work. “Holy fuck!” “Haha! Hi!” You smile and wave. “[Y/N]. What the fuck did you do?” They hiss, standing from their seat and making their way over to you. They grab you by the shoulders, pulling you into their room, before pushing you down on the examining table. “I tripped!” You explain. “Down a fucking cliff? You look like shit!” Medi shakes their head, digging through their supplies. They return with a handful of cotton balls, alcohol wipes, and bandages. “Just on some pavement. I did slide a bit though, which is probably why I look so rough.” You admit, glancing somewhere else. Anywhere but Medi’s disappointed look.

“Fucking dumbass.” They sigh, pulling on new gloves, before picking up a cotton ball with tweezers. “You’ve got to be careful.” They bend to your height. Muttering a quiet,”Lift your chin now.” Their breath hot on your cheek. You obey, feeling a bit flustered with how close they are to you. Gently, they dab the cotton on your wound, soaking in the blood and wiping it away. It feels weird against your skin, both soft and cold. The intensity of Medi’s gaze makes your heart speed up, which you pray they can’t notice.

“I try!” You protest, squirming slightly in your seat. “It’s just difficult. Y’know? These things happen without me trying!” Medi grumbles something inaudible before responding. “It doesn’t seem like you’re trying, when you come into my office nearly every day with a new injury. I have important work to do, y’know? I can’t spend all my time with you.”

“Sorry.” You mutter, feeling a great sense of guilt fill you. Medi grumbles something else, before wiping down your wound and sticking a bandage on it. With that done, they get up and begin working on something else, completely leaving you alone.

…

A month has passed, and the two of you haven’t spoken a great deal since your accident. You’ve been managing to handle yourself, and Medi has been too busy with work to come out of their shell. However, the two of you are now on patrol, preparing the last things for the Storm.

Medi walks ahead while you trail behind, your mind wandering in the other direction. Neither of you say a word, you haven’t since you left the suitcase. You don’t particularly mind though, the silent walk is nice. Medi stops suddenly in their tracks, their eyes focusing on something else. You, who’s attention is far away from what’s in front of you, don’t notice, continuing to walk forward. You bump into Medi, and they trip while trying to steady themselves, falling on their knees. “Ow! Shit!” They hiss, scrambling to a sit. You jump back, trying to comprehend what just happened. “Ah! Medi!” You exclaim, dropping to a kneel besides them. “Fuck, I’m sorry! Are you okay?” “I’m fine, asshole.” They cradle their knee, wiping a bit of blood from their scrape. “I have bandages in my lab. I’ll fix it myself-” “I can help!” You argue, digging through your pockets. Out come a crumpled bandaid, and a package containing an alcohol wipe. “Here- I have these! Let me help!” Medi blinks. “Since when did you start caring about first aid?” They ask tilting their head. “Well, last time I showed up at your office, you seemed a bit mad! So I learned how to clean and bandage my own scrapes, so I wouldn’t bother you again!” You respond, giving a smile. “Now, roll up your pant leg, I’ll clean the wound.” Medi obeys, though they seem lost in thought. “Oh.” Their voice is a bit forlorn, as they glance away from you. You fiddle with the packaging of the alcohol wipe, completely oblivious to their expression. “You know I don’t mind you stopping by every once in a while.” “What was that?” You ask, pressing the wipe to the scrape. Medi nearly jumps out of their skin. “That’s not how you’re supposed to do it! God damn it, that stings! And here I am, trying to have a moment with you! Fuck!” “Uh. Sorry.” You mutter, removing the wipe from their skin. “I’ll just put the bandage on now.” Guilt fills your chest. You didn’t mean to make them worse.

“No, I…” Medi sighs. “Thank you for your help. You saved me some supplies.” They rub the back of their neck, struggling to focus their eyes on you.

The smile returns to your lips. “Oh! I forgot to do one last thing!” You exclaim, after smoothing the bandage out on their skin. You press a quick kiss to the top of the bandaid. “All better!” Medi jumps again, this time to their feet. Their face is tomato red, their eyes frantically looking back and forth. “I-I think we should call it here!” They exclaim, letting out a nervous laugh. “I’ve got lots to work on, y’know? And Vertin is only going to sponsor me so long without any progress!” They turn around, and begin to run off, leaving you sitting there. Confused. What did you do this time?

#x reader #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #Medicine Pocket #Medicine Pocket x reader #Medicine Pocket x you #Medicine Pocket reverse 1999 #fanfic #reader insert #Let's Make Friend Soup!#Order Up!

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lumikore · 5 months

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Guys I'm so sorry I said I hated medic I just realised that he's very great and fantastic and I only started hating him because of how other people perceive him and what I actually hate is the tumblerified version of him. I am so sorry guys I don't hate medic I hate fanon medic. That being said I probably won't post as much of him anymore because the idea of people perceiving him like that from my drawings makes me sick. I heart medi💞

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 medic #medic tf2

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a-scary-lack-of-common-sense · 1 year

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[busts the door down] Hey guys, I'm back

SAY HELLO TO MY NEW BLORBO: ENGIE-MED

- If Frankenstein had a lovechild with Inspector Gadget

- A master at mechanical body horror

- Slight (read: BIG) obsession with body "upgrades" and enhancements via machinery. This man is constantly asking others if they would like him to replace their legs with rocket boosters- please say yes, it would be so cool and totally not potentially ruin your legs permanently, pretty please with a cherry on top? Please?

- His primary/favorite lab rat for his experiments is actually not Heavy (sorry heavymed shippers, I have failed you 😔) but his own body.

- [slaps roof of Engie-med] this bad boy can fit so much fucking metal

- Filled to the brim with mechanical implants and "upgrades". All of his organs are now metal replacements. A particularly strong magnet would probably stick to him.

- He watched Robocop once when he was a kid and hasn't been the same since /j

- His right arm is the most DECKED OUT with his experiments out of the rest of his body. There's like 50 tools stuffed in there like, it's like the arm equivalent to a batman utility belt at this point. Anything you need at any moment is probably hidden somewhere in there. Need some scissors? Oh yeah sure, let him just [pops one out of his arm]

- They’re retractable, dw

- Because of the overwhelming number of times he has shoved something that shouldn't go inside a human body into his right arm, he is now a proud owner of the most fucked up arm known to the history of mankind.

- fuck up #1: his arm has been broken and reset (badly) so many times that it's just permanently crooked now

- fuck up #2: his right hand fingertips are literally starting to "die" (i.e. turning black; completely numb. He can't figure wtf is going on and neither can Medi-scout)

- Pain tolerance who? This man doesnt tolerate pain he obliterates it, he is numb to pain.

- THANKFULLY his left arm has less stuff going on so it can actually function as a normal human arm, but it has retractable needles and screwdrivers that can pop out from his fingertips. Because this is Medic we're talking about. Of course he would.

- The index finger is the only finger without a retractable needle because it's a goddamn GUN. He can shoot BULLETS from it, may God have mercy on whoever is on the receiving end of his finger guns

- The only one on the team other than Medi-scout that knows how to use the medigun because he sometimes borrows it for his experiments.

- A very competent and skilled engineer actually, he just focuses all that skill into all the wrong places, such as his arm.

- Mostly uses titanium (lightest, durable, and not that magnetic)

- My man is HEAVY (and expensive). He probably weighs a ton

- Metal detectors love him <3

- Perpetually slightly worried eyebrows

- Nervous/excited energy is through the roof with this man (acts like he drank 10 cans of bonk and is on the verge of a nervous meltdown)

- "aheh"

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only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are · 11 months

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Day 13: Surgery - Medi Whumpy May

Medi Whump May Masterlist

Just a little.. bit... further...' Hero told themselves, clutching their side and drawing in another painful, wheezing breath.

The world was spinning in front of them and their vision was starting to become obscured with small dots.

They could barely see the doors of their base, and had to slam their palms against the doors to keep themselves upright.

"Hey!" They gasped. "Help!"

They blinked, and found themselves on the floor as the sounds of footsteps came rushing towards them.

"Hero, you're injured!"

"Hero, is that you?!"

"Quick, get me a gurney. They're hurt!"

The noise was overwhelming, but a familiar face swam in front of theirs.

"M-medic?"

"Yeah, it's me. We're going to take care of you, okay? Can you tell me what's wrong, where are you hurt?" Medic asked, instantly checking over Hero's body.

"My chest.. can't.. breathe.." Hero panted.

A gurney was pushed up against the wall, and Medic and the rest of the team began to lift Hero onto it. Hero cried out at the movement, tears springing to their eyes.

"It's okay, Hero. You've got a punctured lung, but I can fix it, alright?" Medic said above them as they wheeled the gurney inside the base, heading straight towards the med bay.

The team members helped get Hero to the bay and into the surgical suite, where Medic's assistants took over. They placed Hero on the operating table and began cutting the clothing away from the wound.

Hero whimpered as the open wound was revealed, their chest looking depressed on that side. "That's bad, right?" They whispered.

"I'm not going to lie to you, Hero. It's bad. Lie back for me, okay?" Medic said.

The team of assitants bustled around the operating table. One inserted an IV into Hero's arm, and other handed Medic a mask.

"I need you to breathe this in for me. I'm going to put you to sleep so I can operate. When you wake up, you'll feel a lot better." Medic said.

Hero shook their head and tried to move away, despite the pain burning through their chest. "Don't! Please, don't, I c-"

Medic clapped the mask over Hero's face and held it there, even as Hero thrashed in their grasp.

"Shh.. It's going to be alright, Hero. Just go to sleep." Medic whispered, in a desperate attempt to soothe their patient.

Hero's movements became sluggish, their attempts to free themselves abandoned as their limbs hung limply at their side, and their eyes drifted closed.

When Hero came back to consciousness, they were lying on their back, propped up on pillows in a bed in Med Bay.

They panicked momentarily, seeing the tube coming out of the wound in their side.

"Hey, hey." Medic said. "Leave the chest tube alone, I worked hard to get that in you." They scolded.

Hero sighed. They felt no pain as they used their lungs, which was likely due to the medication running through the IV port in their hand. "Medic.. what- what happened?"

"What happened is you got yourself impaled on something, and then showed up to Base half dead in the doorway." Medic retorted, arms crossed over their chest. "

"I'm sorry." Hero replied softly.

You get your ass back to sleep now. You took a fair beating, and I know the chest tube isn't pleasant to see." Medic's voice was more gentle now. "We'll talk more about this when you feel better."

With that, Hero fell back into a semi-drug induced, uneasy sleep.

@mediwhumpmay

#mediwhumpmay #medicalwhump #medical whump #whump community #whumblr

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maya-tl · 1 month

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Haluuuu!!! Yes, i know it's me again but-

Is it just me or does anybody notice that Spy and Medic are both Support classes/mercs? And since Sniper is also a Support class... wouldn't that make him like a 3rd wheel to all of Spy and Medic's "lovey-dovey", "Mi Amor~"-- romances!?

I mean i actually like that the other half of the TF2 community's HCs is about each mercs having the same dorm depending on their chosen class on their base HAAHHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!

like the:

"Attack class" with; Scout, Pyro, Soldier(utter chaos hehe-)

"Defence class" with; Heavy, Engie, Demo

And now "Support class" with; Spy, Medis & Sniper !? (I'm sorry, I'm just so over my head with a canon that Sniper is a 3rd wheel!!!)

I love seeing everyone's headcanons on the different class dynamics, and I did see that one post about the supports having their own dorm! It's fun to speculate no doubt, but I lean more towards some of the more popular tropes, like Sniper living in his camper even though he technically has a room on base.

Also I feel like any of the mercs could be potential third wheels to this romance of epic and kinda gross proportions between Medic and Spy. Scout is the funniest for obvious reasons, but Sniper comes second for sure. He gives off—

—vibes.

#my_inbox #mehsquid #tf2 #tf2 gentle surgery #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #also yes support class is the superior class #why? because I said so

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cinnamon-bunni · 1 year

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Once More, With Needles

Rating: T Word count: 4.3k Relationship: Gen (Medic & Scout) Warnings: Canon-typical gore (like, as much as you'd expect from Medic), body horror

Read it on Ao3!

Hey there! This fic was written for @a-scary-lack-of-common-sense's AU, their Job Switcheroo AU! I was heavily inspired by this AU and just fell in love with the characters, so of course I just had to write something <3 I decided to go with Medi-Scout and Engie-Med, as they were the first ones i fell in love with (but honestly, all of the characters are already so good <33) If you haven't, i definitely recommend checking out the AU, as well as OP's art in general! He makes some great stuff :)

I really hope you enjoy! <3

Medi-Scout watched the baseball game that was played on the small TV that sat precariously on his medical cart–Boston Red Sox versus Detroit Tigers–with vague interest. In all honesty, with the way his cap was pulled down far enough that it obscured half of his view, and how he slouched in the cheap office chair with his feet propped up on his medi-pack, he was on the verge of just falling asleep due to boredom. Other than the few times the Tigers did some outrageous play against the Sox, the game really couldn’t keep his attention all that well. He was bored out of his mind–hell, he wouldn’t even mind having someone to dissect; just open them up a little bit, poke around a bit, until his boredom was cured by something else.

Thankfully, his favorite patient (read: the one who always tested his patience) knocked on the open door before letting himself in. The clicking of his boots against the cement ground had warned Medi-Scout before his voice could say anything. He raised his cap upwards a bit to see, and sure enough, Engie-Med was there, creepy-ass smile and all, and was fast approaching him.

“Germs, good morning!” the man greeted. His hands were behind his back as he approached, until he planted himself next to the operating table. The overalls he wore were drenched in dried blood–which was hard to tell, because they were already a brown color, but the splashes of red of fresher blood made it easier to tell. They’d been like that for a few days now from what Medi-Scout had seen, and he wondered how long the newly named Engineer had been working on himself. His face, other than that huge fucking smile, portrayed unease. Ludovic always seemed to know how to creep someone the fuck out. “I hope I am not interrupting anything?”

Germs’ eyes darted back to the TV. “Sorry man, but as you can see, my time is being used up with some very important work. Have a full schedule over here, if it ain’t obvious.” The sarcasm didn’t drip off of his voice, it was fucking pouring off of it.

“Good!” Ludo replied, voice ever chipper, “Because I need a medical professional to look at something for me–a bit of a problem in my hand, you see.”

Germs sat up and stretched his hands overhead. “‘Kay then, just take a seat on the table, I’ll take a look at it.” Ludo complied, lifting himself onto it, while Germs stood up to stretch his legs. The newly named Medic always did enjoy seeing what monstrosity Engie-Med would create with his own body. The man, last Germs had seen, was cutting himself open to stuff in some titanium in his body, as well as drafting blueprints for more complicated contraptions he wanted inside of him. It was interesting, in kind of a weird, fucked-up morbid way, but a part of Germs kinda enjoyed to see the work Ludo would do–even if it did always had to be him to clean up the mess.

“Alright then Ludo, lay it on me: what sorta damage did you do this time?” he asked, walking over at a leisurely pace. “Did you put some more things in that arm of yours? Let me guess–mini saw blade? Another pair of scissors? How about a can’a Bonk for me?”

Ludo laughed and shook his head. “No, I am afraid to say it is a bit more…complicated than that. You know, blood problems, things like that.”

Medi-Scout frowned, and made a motion for the other to show him his hands. “What, as in problems with circulation or somethin’? What could’ve you done that woulda done tha–holy fuck what the fuck happened to your fucking hand?”

Ludo’s smile never faded, but more creases of worry appeared on his face. “Aheh. Well, you see, as I said: blood problems. After doing a bit of work on it last night it seems that the hand has lost blood! And a lot of it.”

A lot was an understatement. Ludo’s right hand, after what seemed to be poorly done jobs of setting and resetting the bone, was crooked from healing incorrectly. His fingernails were nothing but shortened and cracked from obvious miscare, and the cuticles were all bloody and ripped to shreds, open wounds that bled from mistreatment. There were pieces of metal that came out from underneath his skin on the back of his hand, only to dip and go back, without a doubt for the weird experimental shit that he had inside of his hand that went up all the way through his arm. All of that, however, was not the worst part. The entire right hand was shades of a darkened purple and gray. The fingers looked the worst, with a dark, almost-black color filling them instead of a normal, healthy color that a person should have. Holy fucking shit.

“What the fuck happened to the circulation? You do know you need that, right? That you need blood for your hand to work? Because it’s kinda essential for your hand to work, you moron.”

Ludo scoffed, but there was no anger in his voice, or anywhere on his face. “Of course I know I need it! That’s why I came to you!”

Germs stared at the hand for a few more seconds, then looked up to the other man. He wasn’t quite sure what emotion he was feeling, but his quiet “what the fuck” was the best explanation to what was going through his head. He gently grabbed the hand, the slow movement giving room for Ludo to say anything, before turning and examining the hand. From the wrist he could see large, horribly done stitches to keep the skin together–not from injuries or cuts that were healing, but because those were the spots the items would pop out of from his arm, and it was a way to keep it closed until he needed something like a knife to come out from the contraption that was inside of Ludo’s arm.

Germs pushed up the sleeve–he struggled a bit, the buttoned-up cuff that was too form fitting being hard to push up against the fucked up forearm, but Ludo used his other hand to properly grab onto the dress shirt sleeve and bring it all the way up to his shoulder, to where it bunched up against his red sweater vest.

The engineer’s arm wasn’t in any better condition than his hand. It was littered with long, fucked up stitches, in similar condition of his wrist. All of course were there for the same reasoning, to have a spot where the tools could come out of his arm, but jesus fuck was it hard to look at. The purple-gray tone to his arm certainly didn’t make anything better.

“Well, my guess–just a thought, by the way, just a random guess here–is that you have a bit too much shit in your arm. Just a bit.” Germs poked and prodded at the arm, feeling around the stitches. “And this stitching job is great, by the way. Better than mine, yeah?”

Ludo’s smile never faded as he crooked his head to the side. “You are being sarcastic.”

“Of course I’m being fuckin’ sarcastic! Dammit, it’s like everyone here is useless without me.” He sighed, and let go of the arm. “I don’t even know how you expect me t’fix this. Unless you already got some sorta plan-”

“I do, actually!” Germs watched with a blank stare as Ludo fished out folded up, bloodied blueprints from the front pocket of his waist apron, held down by a belt. He then held it out for the medic to grab, a friendly yet terrifying smile on his face. “I began drafting them this morning,” he said as Germs started to unfold the print, “and I finished it just a few minutes before coming here.”

The blueprints were hard to read. A mix of the folded creases, bloodied spots, and poor handwriting made Germs squint to read it. He soon realized that the majority of the writing–what he could decipher, anyway–was in German. The only English that was written went along with the circle that was around the design of the machinery and an arrow pointing at it, reading “put around + in upper arm!” which was finalized with a crudely drawn smiley face.

He looked back up at the engineer. The smile on his face was wide, and the creases of worry grew. “Well, I never said the design was well-made, but I assure you that the real thing will be better in quality. It will simply just direct more blood into my arm and hand and sort of–aheh, push its way into my hand. It will work, trust me.”

“It better,” he said, handing the blueprints back over. “I ain’t putting some faulty machinery in you because you think it might work.” But in all honesty, Germs wasn’t all that picky; he trusted Ludo, believe it or not, and if he said it was safe enough to use, then Medi-Scout wouldn’t have too much hesitancy with stuffing random shit into the man’s arm.

“So, how ‘bout this,” the medic continued. He pointed at the top of the upper arm. “I put your weird machine thingy here,” he trailed down the arm, “and all the weirdo blood-pumping-slash-forcing-blood-in lines inside. And then I can even fix up your shitty stitches for you! Free of charge.”

“Yes, how kind of you,” Ludo replied, “truly, I’d be useless without you.”

It was sarcasm, but Germs still smirked at the praise. “Yeah yeah, I’m amazing. Now go get that thingamajig already and let me see it.”

The pair worked well into the evening. Dinner had been missed, with Mikel knocking on the clinical doors and shouting that they could get leftovers in the kitchen once they were done. Ludovic yelled back in acknowledgement as he sat on the medical table, and Germs was busy opening up his arm. From his wrist all the way up to his upper arm, Medi-Scout cut him open, and Ludo only twitched a few times in pain.

“I stopped feeling things in that hand after the first few implants. Especially in the fingers,” the engineer explained with a smile. “Probably should have thought there was something wrong. Oh well!” Germs had no idea how the hell to put Ludo’s contraption into the arm. Germs kept looking for the right place to start, bringing it close to the shoulder, only to bring it back to him again. “It’s simple enough, Germs. I made it with you in mind, afterall.”

“Yeah okay, thanks chucklefuck. That makes everything easier for me.” Germs stared at the arm for a few seconds before giving a low grumble. The main module of it–a circular thing, with a clasp that let it open and close with ease, and a shit ton of wires connected to it–was supposed to be on the arm, right below the shoulder, where it could then do whatever the fuck it’s supposed to do with Ludo’s blood. The main problem Germs was finding were the wires; he was sure there was some sort of intricate way Ludo expected him to place the wires, and he didn’t want to fuck that up.

He quickly changed his mind about this in about three seconds though, as Ludo gave a quiet, “any day now, Germinoma.” So, Medi-Scout clasped it on the arm, and started shoving wires just about everywhere and anywhere he’d felt would need the blood. Which were a lot of places. Jesus fuck the arm hadn’t even bled for the whole ass five minutes it’d been open. Again: cool, but in a fucked up, morbid way.

Hooking up the blood circulation system and making sure it actually did its job was a bit of a pain in the ass. In the end the wires and other mechanical bits were just about everywhere–many pieces not so much inside of the arm anymore, but out in the open, with metal openings back into the arm and to hold them in place, where everyone could see. It was not a pretty sight, not at all; the stitches had disappeared thanks to the work of the medi-gun, but they’d only come back after a few uses of the arm. It was still a disgusting color, but they watched with bated breath, and both released it with mirroring sighs when Ludo’s arm went from a purple-gray color into a slightly less purple-gray.

Plus, his cuticles started to bleed. Which was only a good sign.

“Wonderful!” Ludo exclaimed, hopping off of the table. “Danke, my friend. You have helped me a great deal.”

“Yeah yeah, I know, I’m pretty great,” Germs said. He couldn’t help the proud smirk he had on his face–he supposed in the same way Engie-Med couldn’t help the crazed smile he always wore–and Medi-Scout, not for the first time since he picked up the job as the resident medic, felt a satisfied feeling deep in his chest. One that told him that this was right.

“Just come back over if it gives you any trouble. Or if you find some other way to fuck up your hand again.”

Ludo rolled his wrist in slow movements. “I might just take you up on that offer,” he said. He shot Germs one last creepy-as-fuck smile. “But for now, good night. Hopefully dinner was kept warm for us.”

Germs waved the engineer off before turning his attention to cleaning up the infirmary a bit; he could get dinner afterwards, once he was done shoving the medical utensils back into random drawers and kicking the medi-gun back into its place of being right in front of the TV. It didn’t take all that long really, and he was able to spend the rest of his night in blissful boredom. He was also able to spend the next day the same way. A quiet day-in was nice, if not a little slow. But he had the whole day to himself, and Germs spent that day without anyone busting the door down. It was pleasant, if not boring. But those days were few and far in-between, so he relished it as much as he could.

It was only the day after that did Ludo knock on his door again. As a formality of course, as he entered right away once he did.

“Oh. Back already?” Germs asked. “Two days–that must be a new record or somethin’.”

“Aheh. Well, what can I say? I’ve been busy.”

“Which is great for me, by the way. I loved so much how I had to jury-rig your blood system thing, that I am ecstatic that I have to do it again. Really brightens my day, you know.”

A forced laugh came from Ludo. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m afraid it is my other hand that will need attention.

A sigh left Germs. “Alright, what did you do now?”

“I’m glad you asked!” Engie-Med, with excitement clear in his face, walked with a pep in his step to reveal left hand. The once perfectly normal left hand was now not so perfect.

“Dude. What the fuck is that?”

“Needles!” he exclaimed. The hand, while still a natural and alive hue, was pale from blood deprivation. All of his fingers, sans index, had a metal piece that protruded at the end of his fingers–almost as a covering of sorts, or perhaps a replacement of the fingertips. Before Germs could ask him to clarify, thin and very sharp needles popped out of the metal pieces. Ludo did indeed gave himself needles in his fingertips. The fuck.

“They’re retractable,” Ludo explained, not retracting them. Which, yeah, was fine because Germs totally felt fine with the engineer moving the hand around and flexing the fingers with the pin-point needles inches away from his face and felt perfectly safe with this engineer and his dangerous body modifications. “And I am also planning on maybe having screwdrivers too!”

“Dude, your hand is gonna be fucked up, just like your other one,” Germs said, shoving down the urge to admit that that sounded like a pretty cool idea, despite all of the obvious health risks there was with shoving metal inside of a human body. He didn’t focus on it, because Ludo’s right hand, the one decked out in crazy shit, caught his attention once again. “Like, what the fuck happened to it over the two days?”

“Oh! Funny story actually.” Ludo gestured with his still-unretracted-needles hand to the blood circulation system. “You will be very happy to hear that it is working! My hand has been filled with a lot of blood.”

“Okay yeah cool, that doesn’t explain why your fingers are fucking dying.” Ludo frowned at that, and looked down at the hand, while Germs hadn’t stopped staring at it. The right hand, still crooked and now with new, fresh stitches made by the engineer, had a healthy-ish hue to it. It was certainly better than it had been before, but the fingers were still a dark gray color.

“Yes, I sort of ran into that problem a bit ago. The hand is getting plenty of blood and yet,” Ludo looked back up to the medic and shrugged. “Nothing. Still dying.”

“Which shouldn’t be happening,” Germs insisted. He looked back down at the hand–it really was still a healthy color. Yeah, there was a bit of an abnormal purple hue to it, and sure, the cuticles bled far too much and were probably filled with too much blood, but it was fine. What was not fine were the still darkened and dead fingers.

“And you didn’t even get to shove needles into those ones,” he commented.

“I know! Truly a shame.” A sigh left Ludo. “Perhaps one day I can add something else to them that can make them shine.”

“You know I think that’s probably just adding to the problem. But yeah no, go ahead and add more shit. Sure it’ll do wonders to that hand of yours.”

“But! That is not why I came to see you, my friend.” He raised his left hand up, and finally retracted the needles back, making it look at least vaguely normal. “It is this one that I need you to look at. I’m dealing with a bit of a, uh…aheh, jam, so to say. At least I think it is, anyway.”

Germs blinked. “Jam?”

A smile grew on the engineer’s face. “Well! As you can see, my forefinger was the only one I did not modify to have a needle point. That is because I decided to make it into a finger gun!” He even formed a little gun with his hand, giving a “pew pew!” for emphasis. His smile became one of worry. “And it is not firing, no matter how much I mess with it. It is harder to mess with it with only one hand, I’ve found. So why not find someone who can use both his hands and is already acquainted with my work? A second pair of eyes and opinions, so to say.”

A sigh left Germs. “Aright, yeah man. Just get on the table already.”

The workload this time, when compared to jury-rigging the blood circulation contraption, was quite small. Especially since Germs decided he’d look at the hand with dying fingers another day. Ludo could wait like twenty-four more hours, it’d be fine.

Cutting into the hand revealed a shit ton of titanium lining along his bones and muscles. Not as much compared to the other hand, mind you, but Germs was sure it was still an unhealthy amount. He messed around with the mechanisms for the needles for a short bit–Ludo watched silently as he did this, with the needles coming out and back and out and back as Germs stared with a slight fascination with it all.

The same could not be done with the index finger. It had metal wiring and such, just like all of the other fingers, and yet nothing happened when he poked or prodded at it. Germs frowned. He rolled in the stool that he sat in to get a different view of the arm; he pushed to get the squeaky wheels to move, until the hand in question was directly in front of him, with the fingers pointing toward him. He kept poking, even trying to move the different metal bits to see what’d happen. A piece–which Germs guessed was some sort of piston–was stuck, and didn’t move as the other counterparts of the piece had.

“Ich habe es dir gesagt, it is jammed." Germs glared at the man, who met him with a smile.

“Gee, thanks. Your insight really helps.” The man simply shrugged, and Medi-Scout focused back on his work. He tried more pressure, more force in moving the piece–he was met with nothing but a bit of fidgeting from the engineer. “The hell could’ve gotten stuck in there?” Ludo gave another shrug as an answer, and the medic sighed. “Cool, that’s just great.”

A lot of yanking and pulling on the piece made Germs the victor, only by brute strength on the thing. In the end he moved it a few centimeters backwards, but that was good enough. He was able to poke and prod in this new space, which worked just fine with him.

“Wait, I think I got it.” Germs narrowed his eyes as he focused on his work, with Ludo craning his neck forward as much as he could to look over.

“Dude, what the fuck.” Germs worked harder, hunched down closer to the arm to get a better look. “Is that a fucking bone shard?” In the small space was, indeed, a small bone shard. He was able to pull it out, thankfully; it was drenched in blood, but Germs knew his way around the human insides enough to easily recognize it. “What the fuck are you even doing to your body?”

“Science,” Ludo answered with ease. His smile never left his face–in fact, it grew with his answer. “And engineering. Sometimes the things in the body get in the way.”

“You do know that you still need your bones to, I don’t know, function, right?”

Ludo simply laughed as a response. What took place next only took seconds to happen, but both men watched with alert eyes. How, as Medi-Scout attempted to move the metal-piece-possibly-piston back into place, started to activate, now with nothing in its way. They watched as the piston moved further and further, and followed it by an ear-splitting bang. And they realized in horror that the finger gun did indeed work now, as blood started to soak the bottom half of Medi-Scout’s shirt.

“Fuck!” Ludo was quick to pull his hand back away from Germs. Germs, hand down and putting pressure against the wound, pushed with his feet to propel himself to a few feet away from the table; the wheels shrieked loudly from the abuse, but it fell on deaf ears. Arriving at the medi-pack, he kicked the backpack piece hard, and strained to get the gun portion to point it at himself.

“What the fuck, dude! You fucking shot me, asshole!”

That damned smile of his never left the engineer’s face, but at least it was one of worry and concern. “Aheh. At least we fixed the problem, ja?”

The medi-gun slowly closed up the wound, though it did not do anything about the pain, nor the bullet that was still inside of him. “Oh yeah, thank God we did that. Good thing nothing bad came out of it, yeah? I’m having a grand ol’ time, asshat, if you couldn’t tell.” Germs held the medi-gun against his lower abdominal region for a few more seconds before pulling it back. He felt around the area–no blood or open wounds, but the bullet was still inside of him, which caused only a bit of internal agitation. It would be fine, he was sure of it.

He used the gun to also close up Ludo’s arm, which somehow hadn’t bled out that badly despite Ludo’s movements with said open arm. Which was a shame, because a major loss of blood would’ve been just fine with Germs, just as a small form of payback for fucking shooting him.

Ludovic rolled his wrist and stretched his fingers as Germs put away the medi-gun. “Well then! With that figured out, I can finally move onto my next projects. What do you think about me adding a mini saw blade to my right pinkie?”

Germs blinked, and realized that Ludo was waiting for an answer. “You do know that I won’t help you with it, right?”

“Ja, ja, of course.” Germs hated that they both knew it was a lie. If Ludo needed help with anything, especially if it pertained to the human body, Germs would be there. It was his job as the medic after all. Besides, he found joy in the weird work.

“And I’m guessin’ there’s no way I can get you to be more careful so you don’t shoot me again?” Ludo’s smile grew, and Germs already knew the answer to his question.

In the same vein of Germs’ joy of being a Medic, he knew Ludo would never stop being an Engineer. Not from creating things and stuffing said things inside of himself, probably not until he ran out of room in his body for the modifications–even then, Germs had a feeling that he would reach out to the other mercs to continue his work. But the engineer reveled in his work, and took extreme joy in fucking up his body.

Both had found gratification in these roles that they played. So Germs wouldn’t ask Ludo to stop, never seriously–and besides, Ludo was arguably his favorite patient. Even with the visits that ended with Germs being shot, no he will never forgive the engineer for that, he still found joy in the work. The whole team did, they loved their newly discovered roles. So Engie-Med would always put machinery inside of him, and Medi-Scout would always be there to be apathetic and sarcastic towards the whole thing, despite loving any chance he had to show off his skills.

And he was perfectly content with that.

#highkey wanna write more fics for this au <33 #like something with spyder and monday and louise....#OR like about the team in general and them finding their names and the right classes for them? yeah #(it would depend on what op says tho--i dont wanna monopolize their au and act as if its my own or something)#but anyways i hope yall enjoy it <3 #tf2 #tf2 au #job switcheroo au #team fortress 2 #scout #tf2 scout #medic #tf2 medic

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childotkw · 6 months

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I LOVE THAT YOUR TALK ABOUT IT IS SO LONG. Also i am cursed because i so very very very badly want to read it but i know you are working on your many many tomarry stories + others. I love all your content oh my gosh. I wish you could write all of them at once 😂 please post when you publish because i want to buy them <3 if you had a blog posting about your original stories i would 100% follow though, PLEASE talk more about them if you want <3

sdkhfas;ldkgalskdjf thank you!!! Sorry it took so long to reply to this one!! I'm always happy to ramble about my originals 🥰🥰🥰🥰

And have a little snippet that I was thinking about the other day!

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Footsteps sounded behind him. It had to be Iva – only she would have the guts to follow him after his showing in the main hall.

“Dacre.”

He ignored her, continuing to root through the cabinets of their shittily cobbled together medical bay. The wound on his shoulder throbbed fiercely in time with every frantic beat of his heart, and the blood was beginning to seep through his hasty bandage. He could smell the metallic tang of it beneath the cloying scent of rubbish that clung to his clothes; could feel how a rivet was already twining its way down the underside of his arm.

“Dacre?”

“Where’s the spray?” he asked, pulling a cabinet door open. The glass bottles clinked nosily as he worked through them. He shut it a moment later, annoyance bubbling up viciously. “What’s the point of having a system if no one uses it, for fuck’s sake,” he muttered.

Iva let out a harsh breath, her boots clanking on the metal grates as she approached. “Dacre, can you just – will you stop.”

“What?” he snapped, slamming a drawer closed and spinning around to skewer her with a glare. “What, Iva? I’m a little busy if you couldn’t fucking tell.”

Iva’s expression was pinched, her lips pressing into a thin line and her cheeks leeched of colour. Wordlessly, she stepped closer and opened another drawer, pulling out the medi-spray and holding it tightly.

“Take your jacket off,” Iva ordered, quiet but blistering. One look at her face told him this was a battle he wouldn’t win, so Dacre shrugged out of his ruined jacket, hissing at the flare of pain.

Iva studied the large patch of bloody bandages around his shoulder, her concern for him briefly outstripping her anger. Gentle hands unwound his attempt at playing doctor, and Dacre remained silent as she then cut through the stained material of his shirt, baring the jagged slice to the cold air.

“What did this?” she asked, cleaning the area carefully as she shook the medi-spray in preparation.

“Who,” he corrected, looking to the side, and he knew she understood when the rattle of the medicine abruptly stopped.

“…tell me you didn’t go after that fucking DOVE, Dacre.”

The horror in her voice had him sneering. “I didn’t go after him. The bastard came after me. Caught me completely off-guard, nearly shot me twice and tried to slit my throat.”

“You let him get close enough to aim for your throat?”

“I didn’t give him a signed invitation,” Dacre said, gesturing angrily with his free hand. “He was faster than I expected and…determined.”

“Well,” Iva said bluntly, “you did put his partner in the hospital. Be glad he didn’t set up a nest and snipe you from a distance.”

The cold mist of the medi-spray instantly numbed his skin, and some of the tension he had been carrying began to ease. Dacre tilted his head further to the side, stretching out the muscles and closing his eyes.

Piers, he remembered.

The name that female DOVE had called out during their first encounter – shrill with protective fear. It had stuck in Dacre’s head without meaning to, ringing in his ears hours after they had shot the woman and escaped the ambush. It was a good thing too, because at least he had had a name for his would-be assassin when the man had been digging a blade into the meat of his shoulder.

#anonymous #original work #i love dacre and piers okay?#dacre is an asshole and piers is the feral dog that's gnawing on his leg #they deserve each other <3

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popitdontdropitwrites · 2 years

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💉I wanna introduce my tf2 oc Kristoph🕊

I can’t draw, someone else drew him a long time ago but I’ve forgotten the artists @ and can’t remember for the life of me 💀 I’m very sorry I will remember

Some stuff about him:

He/him

Trans and bi (but he oftentimes prefers men)

Getting on a bit (45)

Hideously tall

Blue eyes, black hair (greying at the sides), permanent deranged eye bags,

(secretly) sadistic, authoritative and domineering, in that fun, flamboyant sort of way but there’s a sweet side to him, one he keeps hidden which is just as eccentric as him

Loves bloodshed (though he prefers to keep that quiet), reading, his doves, sweets (he keeps that quiet too), and is guilty of the occasional bubble bath… as a treat

Despises tardiness, physical weakness, filth and poor grooming/dirty appearance (he will insist on preening the person if they will not do so for themselves, a strange habit, but one that must be appeased or else)

Obsessed with perfection and for this reason, he is heralded as an excellent doctor, as he works tirelessly to cure his teammates’ every ailment and to improve their performance on the field however he can. He constructs elaborate and often disturbingly extreme procedures to dramatically improve the fitness and strength of his fellow men, which they turn down more often than not. He remains rather controlled for a medic and respects their wishes, though he has to fight the urge to “fix” them against their will.

This obsession is not limited to just his team and often, in the late hours of the night, all matter of horrid shrieks and cries are heard from Kristoph’s lab. He refuses to disclose the details of these experiments to those who ask, though many suspect that he is in fact, experimenting on himself.

He fantasises of a lab partner just as willing and eager as him to partake in his experimental body (and mind) altering procedures, Perhaps this partner would recognise his work not as an ungodly mistake, but as progress.

Afflicted with dark compulsions and thoughts that aren’t quite his own. He rarely obeys them, but when he does, feels guilty, despite the relief and short lived rush it provides.

Refuses to remove the medi-mask, no matter the situation or the person requesting he do so, for reasons best left unsaid… for now. (Let’s just say it’s not for fashion.)

In private, he rarely removes the mask. But when he does it’s in his room or outside, late into the night. He enjoys it on an unspeakably bittersweet level, whether it is more bitter than sweet is hard to say. But what is certain is that it often has unwanted, bloody consequences.

He finds an odd comfort in cold, sterile settings and medical equipment, almost as if he is at home there. Although there is a faint melancholy to it perceptible to only the sharpest gaze.

(I’m sure there’s more but I will edit this later to have more, please ask me questions about him it’ll make me very happy and I might just reveal more about him!)

I wanna rp as him or write about him or both

#tf2 #medic #tf2 medic #medic tf2 #team fortress 2 #oc #tf2 oc #tf2 oc medic #medic oc #team fortress 2 oc #kristophhumboldt #popitdontdropitoc

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web-spinning · 2 years

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can you make "what will Merc do if they finds out that s/o has amnesia"

(Because my friend has amnesia and she doesn't remember anything including her own name)

A / N- I'm so sorry for you. Hope she gets better soon, if that's possible.

Of course it all depends on if the person had amnesia before they became a couple, or when they already were partners, let's just assume the second option.

Mercs with an s/o with amnesia.

Scout

- at first he's unsure what the term really associates with, has to ask Medic most likely,

- after he learns what it is, he's a bit taken aback,

- the first thing he does is ask, he questions everything,

- " You do remember me, right? And our dates? You do? Please tell me you do...",

- after a while he gets the hang of it,

- he knows what to do and what not to, makes sure not to force irrelevant informations onto his partner, and stops being as chaotic,

- he even develops a daily routine to help his partner on going through the day, without confusing them,

Soldier

- he's not the best at getting the hang of it,

- it's as much confusing for him as it is for his partner,

- however he keeps his cool, and tries his best,

- he might not be the best, and sometimes he does things that can badly affect his partner's remembering, but he at least tries,

- at some point, he gets a better hang on it, and helps his lover get trought the day,

Pyro

- this little firebug is surprisingly the calmest,

- they borrow books from Heavy or Medic, go over the topic, research it and learn as much as they can,

- he also stays very supportive for his partner, making sure they know they're loved,

- works on keeping their partner independent as much as the condition lets them,

Demoman

- Tavish isn't the best at this,

- needles to say he needs someone to help him help his partner,

- but overall he's very caring,

- he learns slowly, but effectively,

- after some time he knows how to help, and does it as much as he can,

- probably puts down little notes everywhere with slight information ( such his partners age, name, country, etc. ), which they can find and memorize,

Heavy

- he's very gentle and careful,

- tries his best to learn how to help,

- at some point he uses his PhD in literature to make easily understandable notes, which he can give to his partner,

- that situation also brought him inspiration,

- he probably has a story draft about a book of him and his lover's daily struggles, which he never has time to finish,

- he mostly writes it because reading it would explain his partner what was happening through all the time they spent together,

Engineer

- he's a very patient person, it almost seems like the whole situation doesn't matter to him,

- he tries not to let his partner see him down, and makes sure to keep his blues private,

- he sneaks out of bed during the night, trying to figure out a way to build a machine that can help his lover,

- he knows if he just puts himself into it, he will figure something out,

- takes a break from the mercenary job if he can, mostly to focus on his lover and their needs,

Medic

- he's very curious about it,

- great at making sure his partner feels safe and isn't confused by their surroundings,

- takes notes of every single symptom, and the occurrence of it,

- tries to make his partner do little memorizing tests,

- tried to use the medi-gun to cure it at least once,

- leaves work earlier every day for an extended cuddle session,

Sniper

- is at his partner's side 24/7,

- he cleans, cooks, do everything to get it off his lover's shoulders,

- makes sure to remind them of the simplest moments they spent together before,

- he tries his best to keep his day organized,

- never asks questions, gives verbal cues instead,

- stopped telling stories about his outback adventures,

- has a small note in his pocket on which he has a text that explains why he lives in a van, because he didn't know how to understand it every time,

Spy

- he's organized a lot, which means daily routine doesn't cause him much trouble,

- he makes sure to not mess up his responses, cuts down his language to be simpler and easier to understand,

- maybe stops smoking a bit,

- it's unlike him to do any sort of troubling house works, but he will gladly start cooking,

- he stops wearing his mask around his lover, to make sure they memorize his face better,

- tries to keep positive about it, hoping one day it will get better.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 x reader #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 spy x reader #requests open

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leorawright · 2 years

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Just saw this blog, loving how well you write all these characters. Keep up the amazing work.

Wanted to request the mercs with a reader who’s all rough and tumble sorta? Like even more daring than Scout, and almost always ends up getting themself hurt but doesn’t really mind at this rate? Imagine someone who jumps off a two story building from the top floor, lands on the sidewalk, probably breaks multiple limbs, and gets up all giddy to go do their next insane stunt.

Oddly specific but I thought of this over a cup of coffee and I loved the idea of this.

I can sure as heck try!

Mercs with a daring s/o

Scout

He may be daring but not as much as that

He panics everytime you come running into the base covered in blood

He'll try to stop you for a couple months until, eventually, he will just have a medi kit on hand

After he starts to face it head on he sees how happy it makes you

Maybe sometimes he'll start filming it

Why wouldn't he? Your stunts are so awesome!

Soldier

Confused

Why would you purposefully hurt yourself doing random crap when you could be training?

Unless you compare it to the rush of rocket jumping he's not gonna get jt

After that he understands

He sorta forgets about medi kits and just drags Medic along to heal you

Medic's sick of it

Demoman

He can't watch

Doesn't matter what your doing he just can't watch

He doesn't like you doing it because he hates seeing you hurt

But if it makes you happy he's not gonna stop it

Just don't yell "Hey Demo! Watch this!" When your about to jump off a 50ft cliff you will pass out

It just matters on whatevers closer that is what will heal you wether it's Medic or a medi kit

You scare him so much

Pyro

In Pyros' mind your not getting hurt at all

They just don't register the blood because you look so happy

So when Medic pulls you away he's very confused

You were fine why did he heal you???

You just mention you got a scratch and leave it at that

If you told them you broke both legs they would have freaked out

Just sneak off after a stunt to get healed and don't tell pyro

Just let them have their fun doing stunts with you

Heavy

Very concerned

Why would you willingly hurt yourself?

Sometimes if he's close by he will catch you if you jump

He doesn't like bothering Medic or searching for medi kits

So instead he will just shove a sandvich into your mouth to help

Don't refuse it he's mainly making himself feel better instead of just letting you do the next stunt

Engineer

He will make a robot to catch you everytime you jump off something

You cannot stop it

He'll use the excuse of it lets you get to the next stunt quicker to cover up for him just being nervous for you

Medic

Always heals you

He's the most chill with it because he can just heal you

But when he realizes you don't ask for heals he gets a little nervous about your mental sanity

Does he say anything? Nope! He'll heal you, you'll be safe and free to do your stunts!

It's a win win

Sniper

Please don't do it in front of this man

He will faint if he sees you doing something like that

You make him so nervous everytime your out of his line of sight

Just do a quick stunt when your away from him or else he'll come looking for you, faint, then you have to deal with Snipers limb body

Spy

He knows your an idiot

He's not going to stop

He makes you carry medi kits when he's not there to help

He thinks it's entertaining watching you do stunts as long as your healed afterward

So what he cares about you? Don't make it a big deal...

It is he's so in love with you

Sorry it was short I was a little clueless on what to do😅

#tf2 x reader #tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 engineer #tf2 pyro #tf2 spy #tf2 soldier #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 demoman x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 spy x reader #tf2 soldier x reader

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teamfortraven · 2 years

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Medic T-Word Alphabet

Gonna be doing @otomiya-tickles 's Tickly Alphabet for all the mercs, but instead of having people ask, nah, I'm gonna give it to you up-front, all of them (spare a few for personal reasons).

Also, this is my first actual post, so I might as well make tags for these guys-

Alright, let's get to the headcanons, doc is first :]

A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?:)

Medic will absolutely be wanting to take your temperature or some weird shit (mad doctor, he can't help but be curious) after he's done wrecking you. So once you're done swatting his hand away and giving him a questioning look, he'll finally sigh and grab his Medi gun, granting you a quick zap that will have you feeling like nothing ever happened. If that's not what you want and start complaining, he'll call you ungrateful and threaten to wreck you again.

However... if he's in a particularly good mood, or you're exceptionally close, he'll sit down and massage you instead, rub your shoulders, nice things to help you relax and wind down... All while verbally recalling every embarrassing moment of what just happened, much to your dismay (he thinks it's funny).

B: Bondage | How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?

When being the ler, he's extremely calculated, so, if the lee is alright with it, he'll sometimes want to have them pinned, in some way. He doesn't exactly care how, as long as it leaves them exposed, just so he can get at every single nerve and test their reactions to things.

When he's the lee? He's absolutely good with it, but he'll fight against it while they attempt to get him ensnared. If you somehow managed to get him pinned, he's all yours. Will probably act super dramatic about it, stuff like "OH NOOO, I've been trapped!". Then he'll just sit there with this expectant look on his face until you actually do something. Nerd.

C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?

When he's the ler, you're 100% going to have a problem getting away from this guy. Given how intelligent he is, and the fact that he's faster than a lot of members of the team, he's either going to outrun or outsmart you. If you're getting to far ahead, he'll take a different route, making you think you lost him, just to suddenly hear his boots clacking loudly behind you. He'll also attempt to purposely scare you into dead ends, just so he can watch the panic that sets in as he slows to a calm walk, knowing that you have absolutely nowhere to go.

As the lee, he's the biggest smart-ass about it. "Getting outrun by a doctor? How embarrassing!" "I diagnose you with 'not going to catch me'!" His favorite thing is definitely flustering the ler before they can even get their hands on him. "You're supposed to be making my face red!" Won't slow down, will avoid all dead ends. You started a game that you will not win. The only way to get to him is being Scout TF2, sorry. Therefore, I highly recommend starting the chase when he's already cornered, or not even starting one, just immediately pouncing.

D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?

Oh my god, shoulders and shoulder blades. His gear covers it for the most part during battles, but when it's not? Sneaking up on him and clawing down his back will cause him to shriek, promptly turning to face his attacker. Also lets out the most adorable giggles if you gently spider across those areas, blushes and squirms and everything. If you somehow manage to pin him onto his stomach, tickling harshly across his shoulder blades will have him cackling almost maniacally. As soon as you let him go, you better run, because unless it's your immediate first move, he's going to grab your ankle and drag you down to the floor with him, enacting his revenge.

E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?

If he's intent on tickling you, he'll simply clear his throat to grab your attention before wiggling his fingers in the air. As if that's not bad enough, he'll say shit like "I'm only going to check for broken bones..." "Just going to make sure your lungs are working!" If you don't start laughing at the stupid teases, you're going to the minute his fingers make contact with you.

If he wants to be tickled, he'll probably try to purposely annoy/piss you off, somehow, or at least provoke you. "I bet you can't make me laugh." "You are the worst at tickling. Oh? Going to prove me wrong? Ja, okay, sure." Depending on how heated the argument gets, you may both end up yelling at each other, but that shit-eating grin is gonna be on his face the entire time.

F: Fight | What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?

If there's an entire group going at it, he'll single someone out, sneaking up behind them to take them by surprise, and immediately jab his fingers into the most sensitive spots on their body (he's responsible for giving the mercs check-ups, so believe me, he knows all the spots). After they've crumpled to the floor, he'll become much more teasing about it, unless he's pissed. If that's the case, pray someone else goes after him, and, hopefully, not just join in on tickling you to death.

If it's just you and him, he knows you'll be much more focused, so he'll have to resort to simply pinning your wrists above your head with one of his hands and pretending he doesn't know exactly where to strike with his other one to make you lose it. Eventually circling back to those spots will have him saying things like "What an interesting discovery..." and the extremely ominous "Typical for a mortal to be sensitive here..." No one questions it; they're usually too busy laughing and squirming away from his touch to truly process it, anyways.

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

He actively welcomes them :] it's actually extremely cute. He'll squirm around a bit, but it's all involuntary. He actually finds them extremely comforting; if you gently tickle him while he's trying to work, he'll attempt to scold you for it, but it melts away through bubbly giggles. Half the time, he'll basically fall asleep once you're done. No doubt after he wakes up, though, he's going to hunt you down and get revenge for 'taking several hours out of his day in place of sleep'. Get some fucking rest, doc, you kind of need it. Badly.

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

Be afraid if he takes his glasses off and sets them somewhere safe. He's about to get serious. No matter how hard you may flail, he's going to abuse every weak point he can reach, with incredible accuracy.

Giving him gentle tickles sometimes causes the cutest thing ever to occur. If you slowly try to draw your hand back, he'll slump forwards subconsciously, attempting to follow it with his eyes shut like a big, dumb cat. As soon as he snaps out of it, his face is redder than his uniform (works for both teams LMAO). Bonus points if you laugh at his reaction, because he's going to have you beneath him, screaming in laughter in under 5 seconds (with that flustered look remaining on his face the entire time).

I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?

If he's conducting the interrogation? Girl put me in that chair-

Anyways, he could be laughing at full volume the entire time, but not a single secret is gonna slip from this man. He'll throw you a bunch of sassy remarks, but that's about it. Again, he loves flustering the ler(s), so if he can get you to blush, it's a massive confidence boost to him. He's especially going to threaten them with what he's going to do once they release him. "Be careful when you let me go... You're going to be sitting in this chair, next." Laughs even harder if the interrogator clearly has some thoughts about that idea.

J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?

Being mostly a ler, probably gauging the other person’s reactions. He’s super interested in seeing how they react to certain things, practically turns it into an experiment, but he has a lot of fun doing it, too. Bastard will sometimes be muttering things to himself like he’s taking notes while the person beneath him is just gasping for air. Will ask questions like “Where does it tickle most?” If he doesn’t get a response… “Fine. I’ll find it myself.”

K: Killer Move | As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?

If he pulls out his Medi gun before the onslaught is over, do not trust it. If he has you pinned down, he’ll expose you wherever you’re most ticklish before zapping that area with the beam from his gun. WORST THING EVER. It creates a weird vibrating-tickling feeling, absolutely gonna drive you insane. Worst part is, it’s not like you can shove the beam away like you can a hand; you’re just gonna have to try covering yourself to the best of your ability. Seeing you lose it will spur comments like “What? I’m just healing you”, and yet he’ll sit there and watch with his head leaning into his hand, propped up on his elbow with a smirk on his face.

L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

Medic does that loud cackle most of the time, unless you’re either just starting to tickle him or doing it gently. Then you’ll hear the cutest giggles ever. As long as you’re being aggressive enough, he won’t blush, and usually won’t even try fighting back. Once he’s had enough, though, he’ll either push you off or jab at you methodically until you involuntarily collapse in on yourself to protect from his retaliation.

M: Mornings | Their tickle behavior during mornings?

He’s usually up bright and early (as he is to bed super late), but he definitely is not a morning person. He just gets up early to get more work done. In the case where he’s had his morning coffee, if you’re lucky, it’ll put him in a really good mood, and he’ll be super playful. Poking at him will give the exact reaction you’re looking for; he can tell whether you want to make him squirm, or be the one getting poked, just from looking at you. Will get this cheerful smile on his face and go “Ah, alright!” Is usually gentle when he gets like this, almost loving. Won’t even try taking your temperature afterwards :]

However… if he’s not in a good mood? Better not piss him off; this man will not hesitate. If you try to initiate something, he’ll turn on you in a whirlwind and have you down before you even know what’s happening. He’ll watch you squirm around frantically and say shit like “Oh, was? You want more? Well, if you insist.” Won’t stop until he will probably need to use the Medi gun on you, even then he’ll go through a round of “Oh, you want me to heal you? I guess that’s just too bad.” before he gives in and grants you a quick zap. Yeah, his reactions can vary extremely.

N: Nights | Their tickle behavior during nights?

He works very late into the night, and he usually doesn’t get tired until the last hour or so he’s awake. If you try provoking him during that last hour, he’ll just clumsily swat you away, muttering “nein, nein” under his breath. However, before then? If you insist on having a chase, he will get super fucking excited. He loves nothing more than the fear of not knowing what’s in the dark, whether he’s the one feeling it or he’s instilling it in you. This is actually one of those rare cases where you actually might be able to catch him. He doesn’t exactly have night vision (and you don’t either) so resorting to stalking the other in the shadows is bound to happen.

O: Online | Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?

The doc is extremely good at writing, so uhh… you can imagine just how skilled he would be at flustering someone over text/call. Shit like “You’re not going to be so confident once I get my hands around your waist…” and “Oh, you think that’s funny? I can make you laugh even harder. Come to the infirmary ;)”. Going to be a smug bitch the next time he sees you. If he’s teasing his ler, however, will say stuff like “Well, too bad, you’re not going to get at me because the door is locked.” Definitely going to get wrecked the next time if he gets his ler a little too riled up.

P: Partner In Crime | If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?

Well, the obvious answer here would be Heavy. They hang out a lot, so chances are, if he's going to gang up on you with someone else, it's gonna be Heavy. He can very easily hold someone in place (although he is very careful about it), while Medic uses his extremely skilled hands.

However, I propose an alternative, as well... Medic is obviously pretty damn strong. He can absolutely hold his lee down himself, no problem. Given this... two sets of hands are always worse better than one. I think Spy would probably be his 2nd biggest partner in crime. For example, if he's in the middle of a chase with you, you might accidentally slam into something... invisible. Before you know it, Spy has you on the ground, an amused look on his face. He was finding it fairly entertaining watching the two of you run around, and decided it would be even better if he helped the already scarily talented doctor wrench even more laughter out of you. Two lers who have horribly flexible hands... this can only go well.

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

You're never gonna get a direct answer out of this bastard. He'll slowly turn to you, an innocent smile stretching across his face, his hands clasped together.

"Why don't you find out?"

It's an invitation as much as it is a taunt. A fight is 100% going to break out- a tickle fight, that is. But then again, that's only if you have the nerve to engage with how confidently he's looking at you. Either way, he'll get what he wants.

R: Role | Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?

Almost always a ler, enjoying the feeling of having control over others. The very thought of everyone else knowing that he knows exactly how to make them crumple to the floor gets him excited. Most people don't mess with him unless they're A) pissed at him or B) just really wanna get wrecked.

However, when he's in a lee mood, it's a refreshing change. Just as teasing about it, specifically to provoke the other, but he'll rarely fight back.

T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?

Doc definitely pretends it's a medical exam, or a surgery, or something along the lines of that.

"Now, this is a very important procedure, so I'm going to need you to hold still," he says as he tickles you as fast as humanly possible.

"Oops! Sorry, didn't mean to... tickle your funny bone?" He'll laugh at his own stupid joke, his barely audible over yours. "Oh, you thought that was funny, ja? How flattering!"

Hell, he just enjoys verbally teasing in general.

"I wonder what would happen if I tried to play you like my violin?" He'll suddenly scratch horizontally across whatever area he's targeting, fast. Will probably start humming whatever tune he's picturing playing before sparing you a glance. "Oh, how peculiar... it appears I forgot to tune it." Before you can register what's happening, he's focusing quick jabs into your most sensitive spot.

Basically, you're going to be a blushing mess (he'll probably pull some shit like 'oh my, you look like you're running a fever').

U: Unusual | Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?

Will screech like a startled dove if you pinch at his hips. It is the funniest thing, and he will absolutely not let you get away with it. That is... if you let up on it. If you keep drilling your fingers into those two spots, he'll be out for the count, legitimately blushing out of pure embarrassment. It might not be his most sensitive spot, but it sure is one he doesn't want anyone else knowing about (surprisingly).

V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

This is a super biased headcanon, but Engineer (I totally don't ship Engie and Medic /s). Since he's always healing everyone else, he usually has to make semi-frequent trips to dispensers during battles. Unless he's out on a quick adventure for scrap metal, Engineer will be right there, working on one of his buildings. "Hallo, Herr Engineer!" is all the poor man hears before two sets of fingers are poking him on either side, causing him to jump and stifle a few giggles. It's basically his way of saying 'thanks for the provisions' before running back to the front.

But when they aren't in battle? The two will often visit each other to see how each's experiments are going (both of very different natures). So different, in fact, sometimes when Engie asks how it's going, Medic will hum before saying, "Let me check." Knowing how the doctor views the other mercs, you get where this is going... He finds it adorable how Engineer forgets every single time, laughing in a tone of genuine surprise as Medic tickles him.

W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

Oh, he can say it, alright. In fact, he immensely enjoys saying it just to tease whoever is about to be his lee, especially if they've got it so bad that they can't keep a straight face hearing the word. Upon seeing their reaction to what he uttered, he'll get a delighted grin on his face.

"What's wrong? You seemed to get a little nervous when I said 'tickle', mein freund. Ah, there it is again!" He'll repeat it as many times as he pleases, much to the lee's dismay, until they're practically begging him to just stop and do it, already.

If that happens, he'll giggle a bit. "Alright. If you insist!"

Ohhh it's done. Wow. That took much longer than anticipated. Still, I can't wait to do all the other mercs, it's really fun :]

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