Loving your blog! The Apex Legends one had me taking another look at the game - those characters have so much potential for endless fics!
May I request a TF2 short fic with Medic and the reader? Maybe where he’s totally clueless to the fact that she’s crushing on him and just when she’s given up on him he either has a lightbulb moment or the other mercs finally point it out? (Run on sentencing sorry) thanks for sharing your writing with the blogosphere!
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I really enjoyed writing this, and it got me out of a bit of a slump. Thank you for the request!
Medic x Reader
Fandom: Team Fortress 2
Format: Oneshot (1207 words)
Warnings: N/A
Gender-neutral Reader
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Kofi Link
It was an undeniable fact that your Medic was incredibly intelligent. Creating scientific miracles and horrors alike, he could piece together a full set of functioning organs out of anything you left him with. He was terrifyingly smart, and the whole team knew it.
Of course, this did not stop him from being one of the densest men you knew. Impressive really, given the selection that you lived with.
You had been in love with him for years. Anyone else would have figured it out by now. Living in close quarters with the Mercs meant that it was hard to hide your feelings for him. You knew that the rest of the team were very aware of it, so how come he hadn’t noticed?
It’s not like you were subtle. Even during your last check up when your heart had been racing due to his proximity, he had simply chalked it up to a medical reason, more worried about your health than anything else.
It would’ve been sweet if you weren’t ready to keel over from frustration.
It was even worse the few times you had tried to make him see. A nice candlelit dinner, just the two of you? He thanked you profusely for making time for him as a friend. Telling him how much you admired him? Only served to bolster his medical arrogance, assuming it was purely about his intelligence, a respect rather than adoration. Saying to his face that you would date him? He laughed, and made a comment about the lack of real options at the base if he would be your first choice.
You would have assumed that he was trying to let you down easy if you didn’t know him so well. There was no recognition when you tried to tell him about your feelings, just his assumptions and misunderstandings. It was infuriating really.
And if third time hadn’t been the charm, then you were kind of done with trying. All that ever happened was you getting your hopes up and then dashed when he inevitably didn’t get it, no matter how blatant you were. At some point you supposed you had to cut your losses.
So here you were, getting wine drunk with Spy and insisting that you were turning a new leaf.
"No, no, listen, I am over it. It's fine. I'm moving on and I'm gonna find someone who actually hears what I'm saying." There was a hint of a slur in your voice already but you were sober enough to catch the way Spy rolled his eyes.
"Mhm? You are simply over our doctor? Just like that? Sure, we will pretend I believe you."
He ignored the way you stuck your tongue out at him and simply took a drag from his cigar before speaking up again.
"Although, I will not discourage you from finding someone else. Your adoration for him has always been a marker of questionable taste at best. I've still not forgiven him his last experiment."
"With the cyanide? I think that was more spite than scientific curiosity. He was grumbling about how you'd taken something from his lab."
"All I ever take is you, mon cher, if he has a problem with that then he should open his eyes, no?"
You waved him off, sipping your wine. "Doesn't matter. I'm moving on, new, uh, new leaf!"
"So if the doctor asked you to dinner right now, you would say no?"
"That's different, you know it is. I just, I can't keep pining when it gets me nowhere, you know?" You sighed into your glass. "It would be better to get over it because then we can continue being friends."
"But you cannot just turn off those feelings. Despite how you wish to."
"You could be helpful instead, you know that? Tonight was for getting drunk, not moping."
He looked scandalized but you could see the smile he was holding back. "Excusez moi, I provided the wine, did I not?"
You laughed at his dramatics, nearly spilling your drink as you let the warm haze of the alcohol settle over you. There was no reason to dwell on your problems right now, all it would do was disappoint you.
Easier said than done, especially when Spy's eyes flicked up past you and you turned to see Medic coming towards you.
"Ah! There you are. I have been looking for you."
He stopped by your chair, smiling so brightly at you, and in the back of your mind, you recognized just how hard it would be to get over him. All he needed to use to melt you was a smile.
"I had an experiment I was hoping you could help me with, do you have time for it?" He asked, already offering a hand to pull you up to your feet.
"Pardon, we were having a conversation," Spy chipped in, pulling your focus back. Once again, you could see the concealed amusement as he spoke.
"Yes well, I'm sure their time is better spent helping me with this rather than listening to your inanities." Spy had seemed to be the target of Medic's impatience more often than not lately, you mused. The doctor was prone to being snappy sometimes, but it seemed like Spy was on the other end of every time you'd seen it.
"You are both ridiculous and blind. Go do your science together." The heavy stare he leveled on you was trying to convey something, but with the way the wine had muddied your thoughts, you couldn't quite parse it.
You let Medic pull you out of your chair, and stumbled into his side, unprepared for the dizzy spell. He was so terribly warm, a furnace of a man. You were still sober enough to recognize it would be a bad idea to press your face into his chest, but couldn't stop the thought from crossing your mind. You almost missed Spy's scoff as he stood as well.
"I have watched this comedy for too long, I find. Doctor, they have been in love with you for an embarrassingly long time. You are blind and oblivious to this and yet you insist on getting mad at me every time I take their attention from you. Do something about this and buy me an expensive thank you gift afterward. Bon soir."
With that, he turned on his heel, picked up the bottle of wine, and strode off, leaving the two of you in shocked silence.
"Well, that was...informative. Was it true?" Medic was looking at you, his hand still on your arm and a slow smile pulling at his features.
"I, uh, well, yeah? I wasn't really hiding it."
"I couldn't bear to hope," He said, pulling you into his arms with a wide grin. "I have been completely taken with you, you have driven me to distraction, meine liebe, if I had let myself assume and had been wrong, I don't know what I would've done with myself.
"Have dinner with me? A date," He said. He was practically buzzing with excitement, an infectious sort of joy. Indulging yourself, you pressed your face into his coat to hide your own pleased smile.
merc reactions to getting a new recruit but finding out they’re only in their mid-teens ? gender neutral please-
A / N - Ay, it's here. Somehow I managed to finish this faster than I expected. Hope you like it, dear anon!
Also, half of the photos are kind of meme-y, but you know what? It works...Please tell me if it works, I am losing my mind trying to find a good quality comic cut out, but only find those.
Mercs with a recruit in their mid-teens
TW. Ask to tag.
Scout
- he's not much excited, in fact he's a bit scared you might take his place,
- but after he finds out you're younger than him...he's so happy!
- he will teach you so many things,
- how to play basketball, how to get along with the older men, even how to deal with your first crush,
- since he is barely a few years older than you, he feels like as an young adult it's his priority to make sure you know all this stuff,
- he's got seven older brothers, all the lessons are probably from them,
- he really feels like you're just his younger sibling,
Soldier
- Jane thinks it's his duty to make sure you know the rules of war,
- he will show you how to use weapons, maybe even let you touch his own weapons,
- " But only for a few seconds, I don't want your young, inexperienced civil hands to spoil them! ",
- he will sit you down in the meeting room of the base, and tell you stories,
- half of those stories aren't real, but you don't want to make him sad, so you just listen,
- on the battlefield, he will follow you around to make sure you don't hurt yourself...or use your weapons incorrectly,
- also..." You do know basic history of your beloved country, don't you, hippie? ",
Pyro
- this Phoenix adores you,
- will invite you to tea parties,
- you will also get a plushie or two from their collection,
- you're the only person other than Engineer who takes them seriously, that's why they like you so much,
- their childish personality helps you cope with the fact you've been sorted out as a mercenary at such a young age,
- always there when you're feeling down,
Demoman
- in all honesty, he has mixed feelings about you,
- he can't invite you to the drinking nights with the other guys, you're just always left behind,
- in recompense, he tries to teach you how to use the sword in the meantime,
- you might never use that skill in the battlefield, but at least you have a thing that takes your mind off of the gravel wars,
- when you're down, you both watch soap operas together, because he's the only one in the whole team who likes them,
Heavy
- Misha just avoids you,
- at first, you think he's just a big, tough guy who dislikes teenagers to look more " deranged ",
- but finally, one of the men, possibly Medic, explains to you why he dislikes being around you so much,
- you remind him of his younger self and his sisters. The way he had to fight to protect them, the awful place they lived in for a while...everything comes back to him when he sees young face,
- you try approaching him about it, but he still remains silent,
- deep inside, on every mission he keeps a close eye on you, making sure you're safe,
Engineer
- Dell is now your step-dad, that's how it works,
- he needs a few energetic bones to help him with his projects, so you will often stand around and hand him tools when he asks for them,
- while he's working, he will tell you different stories about the other mercenaries,
- you ask him to adjust your weapon's, because they're a bit too big for you to handle freely,
- on warm days, he will take you out for a short walk to make sure you won't go insane,
- he assures you that you can tell him about anything, and he will help,
- he does in fact help, especially when it goes with your emotions,
- he's always there to cheer you up when you're sad, or share a smile with you when you're happy,
Medic
- he's so happy with you! I mean, such a fresh canvas to test on,
- every week he asks you to replace your heart with an Uber-handling one, and every week you refuse,
- but when he's not in his mad scientist mood, he's always ready to help you with some of the downsides of growing up,
- he's also very helpful when you're feeling insecure about your body ( all teenagers do that, right? Not only me, right? ),
- " Oh, don't vorry, zhis vill go away. Zhe average of healthy patients your age look zhe same as you ",
Sniper
- you never knew his first reaction, because he's rather quiet about it,
- but after a bit, you learn that he's actually very trustworthy, and big hearted,
- when you're down or one of the other mercenaries, you go to his camper,
- you both play board games there,
- he will most likely take you out fishing or camping during long weekends,
- you like listening to him talk about his adventures from the bush, but he will leave out the gorey details out,
- at some point, he just feels like an older, wiser, quiet brother to you,
Spy
- he's mad. Not at you, at the Administrator for even thinking about hiring you at this age,
- he doesn't see the reason why there must be a new mercenary, so he mostly avoids you,
- until during one of the missions, you save him for getting headshoot point blank,
- he does acknowledge you a bit more after that,
- you're not allowed in his room though, it smells too much like cigarettes in there,
- maybe he seems cold on the outside, but when he sees you struggling with your work, he will always help,
- helping you however makes him remember he couldn’t see this stage of his son’s life…that makes him feel miserable.
Mmmm… It’s not a ship I sail personally, though I understand it has some ardent fans, and some vociferous naysayers. I interpret them more as colleagues forced together by circumstance, which is essentially what they are!
That said, in the past I’ve drawn other pairings I don’t necessarily ship, so I’ll try and do something a little spicier in the next week or so. In the meantime…
Just… maybe don’t ask him what he wants that foot for.
