#tf2 heavy

[number-one-fan-of-heavy]

ITS THE MEDIC BOOTY EATING CHALLENGE

NO, THAT PASSSD. I'M BUSY.

[number-one-fan-of-heavy]

can heavy carry you around with his finger up your bootyhole

JA, HE CAN. BUT PROBABLY NOT ALONE, IF I HAD TO GUESS

[number-one-fan-of-heavy]

what did Heavy get you for valentines?

MISHA GOT ME

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[number-one-fan-of-heavy]

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[fexjam]

Why do you always wear white?

[dailyheavymedic]

day 292

Settling problems the old fashioned way 1.5

(3/?) prev - next

[multiheadcanons]

the cold was bitter.

wretched and bone-withering.

it caused your feet to retreat from the floor. it shocked you. though you welcomed it. and it forced your patience to extend its shelf life. these were things you would learn to be thankful for, bask in nature's grace to gift you gentle lessons that have proven fatal for others.

you will not be listening to her tonight.

your steps join the mice in the base in the scurrying across teufort's icy floors. you pull on your thickest fabrics. felt your exhales heat the fabric as you pull it to your face.

this was meager. but this will work.

you shouldn't be as giddy as you are, but god, were you. any opportunity out of this place was one you took. and in the colder months, the team turned in early. you were counting seconds from minutes, splitting the differences and memorizing the winter nightlife. you knew their routines.

you quietly thanked scout again for the clock. 1:21. he really doesn't know how effective of a tool it is for you. you slipped your boots on, and quietly slid through your door.

ah, the icy silence. a joy. nine people fill space quickly. it exhausts you sometimes. it was pleasant when they were gone for battle, though it soothed you more when they were asleep, where they were supposed to be. you thought whether this should be the day you begin looking in on them, as they do you. and though the thought humored you, you decided against it.

you had a feeling it wouldn't read the same way. you continued down the hall of the defense wing.

the wonderful thing about the defense wing is that the men who reside there are noisy. passing each bedroom gleaned you some form of snore.

loud snore.

loud snore overlaying quiet classical.

louder snore-groan harmonizing with these quiet little clicks, and a sigh of a beep.

all seems correct. you continue on.

for a select few, these halls would be too dark to traverse. you've learned it, however. the chairs that don't get pushed in. the tables that will have various items left atop them. plates. silverware. paperwork. you've gotten confident at guessing who left what. the seconds of darkness between each fade of the emergency lights left like opportunity.

you round the corner into the welcoming hallway, and are met with a very short end.

you don't remember when walls had that much give, actually.

the realization came to you, as your hand came to your mouth, as the gasp entered your lungs.

his sharp inhale was not missed, either.

oh, shit.

he towered over you.

the emergency lights continued to fade in and out of consciousness, and the mirages of expressions began to blur.

your wide eyes matched for the moment.

your faces steeled the next.

his stare narrowed, and his face pulled flat.

you faded back into view with a squeamish scowl.

both of you glance at the door down the hall in the dark.

the lights made his sclerae bleed. you swore it. they swore to burst behind the sudden grey in his eyes. you opted to look at his forehead, watch it crinkle in something akin to anger, but not quite there. perhaps disapproval. you couldn't know. this lighting did him no favors. but the softening of his face did. not understanding. simply... calculating. you were aware he did this often. he calculated any risk. and his risk will calculate whether the risk you took was worth it.

the lights began to focus as you did, too. you begin to turn to leave, and in the dark, you hear shifting of fabric.

the lights rose to him shifted to the left, though not diminished, and his stare remained. keen. almost intent to see what you do. you quietly wished you could tell.

you shrank, and quietly scurried in the dark.

he overtook you by the final twinkle of the emergency lights.

it was overwhelming. he was overwhelming. and he was a rush. you tucked easily into his frame, and the door whipped open. your face instinctively flinched from the wind, now fully uninhibited. you were immediately turned to the right, and walked.

misha remained behind you. he adjusted his own coat. you clutched your arms to yourself. when you attempted to slow, he simply wouldn't let you. he was too big to stop. he continued to walk, and you were obligated to lead.

you had counted upwards of 700 paces before he finally stopped.

as you opened your mouth to mention the exhaustion in your legs, his face opted you out of that. at the end of the day, this was what you wanted. now you have to explain yourself to him. you both remained quiet for a moment.

"...you get it, right?"

that was a bad place to start. his brow furrowed.

"how did you get the code."

"i'm not a snitch."

"you will be dead shortly. confess."

"i'm not telling."

his nostrils flared, and the cold suddenly felt less stinging. this was wretched.

"it's not a crime... to want to be outside." you remembered who you were talking to, and evened your tone out. the initial shock of the encounter was beginning to fade. you don't have to be cruel to misha. a softer touch will never harden him further. "i like to be outside."

you went quiet. allowed it to sink in.

"you are stupid." you weren't sure what you expected as a response, but that one wasn't it. "did you not realize there are cameras? cameras that have caught you."

"i never doubted they were on." you cut him off quickly, and this time the way his face turned didn't frighten you as much. the cold was becoming a larger contender for your attention. "it was never about their functionality. it was about their access. everyone sleeps, right? doesn't matter how it happens. and there's only so many people working for this... place, you know? who's looking at me?"

"more than you think." his response was quicker than you thought. even through the frustration in his tone, his face... softened. a comforting and comfortable look of worry began to etch itself into his face. a familiar look, with how easily he wore it. "you need to be careful."

"well, truth be told, i thought i was. running into you was a— shock, to say the least."

"... as were you. walk behind me."

this configuration those seven hundred plus paces was much more preferred. his body, now not pressing against yours, blocked the wind, and the chill was slightly more bearable. and his hand, reaching behind him, feeling gently for your coat, and pulling you to his side as the camera's view gained more advantages, you wondered for a moment if this is how his teammates felt beside him in the heat of battle. whether their superior knowledge of him made them simply... orbit around him. and he just doesn't think about it, anymore. all the lives that orbit around him. you lost yourself in the silence of the paces, and the quiet mental doodles of the team dancing around him. you notice his eyes flick to you; instinctively, you smiled. and you looked away.

the door opened, and you took the opportunity of the door being open to scurry in, before you made a quick heel-turn.

wait.

it was hushed, and misha stared down at you, before leaning in to hear you better.

why did you get out?

you feel his eyes once again flick back to you, before standing back up. he begins to walk, and your instinct now was to follow. you both do sleep on the same floor. and somehow, this walk felt just as wretched as it would've had it been taken an hour ago. but he seemed refreshed. more awake than he was when you found him. you, on the other hand, were nipped to the bone. he stopped in front of his door, and put his ear to it. after a moment, he turned the handle and walked in. you remained still.

a hand waved you in, and you inhaled deeply.

you entered on the exhale, and stood in the darkness of the room. he made no move to turn the lights on, and you respected that he didn't need it. if this were your room, you wouldn't either. you hear the shifting of fabric, the quiet padding of his steps, and something cold pressed into your hand. you bring it closer to your face, and realize it was a radio.

the winter makes them sluggish, and that makes them stupid.

is there— is there a reason nobody leaves?

we do.

he huffs, silently humored.

i do.

your face turned at that, but you ignored the pang you felt.

is there a reason i can't?

it's reckless, at this point. you leave, you talk, we're fucked. no longer the safest option, for any of us. he pat your shoulder. but we like you. could be worse. nothing to truly miss, anyway.

you couldn't help the scoff at that.

i had a life, too.

his response left no dead air.

we all did. welcome to your new one.