Blues

He/Him

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Introduction Post

Requests Open!

Hello my name is Blues or Blue, whatever you prefer, bonus points if you figure out a unique nickname. I am a queer Trans man who uses He/Him pronouns.

I am currently trying to expand my writing skills and I hope that this will help me in some way. Also I am not used to this site, whatsoever. This post will be updated depending on what happens.

Things I will write:

I am willing to write both platonic and romantic pairings as long as it doesn’t defy what I won’t write. I am willing to do both x reader and ships.

The types of requests I am taking are one shots, head cannons with a Drabble, and just head cannons.

I am willing to do some triggering topics as long as their is a trigger warning in some way before you suggest it.

Things I won’t write:

General stuff, like homophobia, racism, transphobia, Necrophilla, scat, being a TERF.

I absolutely won’t write proships generally, incestuous relationships (even pseudo), minor and adult (romantic), abuse and victim (including bullying). Yandere’s, obsessive behavior, and over controlling behavior.

S/A is also under this list, regardless of situation. Not even for comfort or fluff.

Fandoms I write for:

Don’t Starve:

Romantic and Platonic

Wilson

Willow

Wolfgang

WX-78

Wickerbottom

Woodie

Wes

Maxwell

Wigfrid

Winona

Warly

Wormwood

Wortox

Wanda

Exclusively Platonic

Wendy

Webber

Wurt

Walter

Fallout

Most things are on the table for romantic just follow the list previously

JoJo’s bizarre adventure

I am willing to write any characters from part one to part six. As for specifics, most of the characters can be written Romantically or Platonically however there are exceptions.

Exclusively Platonic

A minor with an adult pairing

All children, on the top of my head Anne, Emporio, and Hayoto

One Piece

I do this sometimes but I will put it on the list anyway. I will not write Boa Hancock under any circumstances.

Romantic and Platonic

Almost all of the Straw Hat Pirates

Other fan favorites that I can’t think up of the top of my head.

Exclusively Platonic

All children, including Chopper.

Team Fortress 2

All characters are allowed for Romantic and Platonic pairings with some exceptions.

Exclusively Platonic

Family members

Scout and Miss Pauling (I find it uncomfortable.)

Stardew Valley

Romantic and Platonic

All romantic interests

Robin

Exclusively Platonic

Everyone else

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Hello, just wanted to say I really love your writing and was wondering if I could request something since this will be my first time requesting something. I just want to make sure I can.

Easiest request I’ve had. Yes. My requests are open.

Okay let’s actually kinda clarify a bit. I am working on some harder requests that involve more than three characters which takes a lot of time for me (Especially characters I struggle with). So it’s a lot easier if you send a request with three or fewer so that way I can take a break from these somewhat bigger posts, but that isn’t stopping you from not doing that (I.E my blue medic headcannons). I am willing to do a fanfic, headcannons, and a mixture of both (If that’s what you call it?).

As for fandoms, boundaries, what you can and cannot submit, a lot of the stuff is in the pinned post. And I hope I can do your request justice.

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I wanted to request some Maxwell (Don't Starve) x Reader if you're feeling up to it. He needs a s/o who will love a cherish him despite everything 🥺💞

A/N: No. (Yes I absolutely love this old man. I forgive all of his sins.) I do have other headcannons of relationships, but I am going with the idea he fell in love with you in the constant.

Cherish me Darling

Maxwell x GN!S/O (Romantic)

Let’s first off start by saying you are absolutely right. So right, that it’s painful.

The start of the relationship is rocky, mainly because he still has this underlying paranoia like waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like you are going to leave him if you find out about who he really is, or worse, actively malicious.

This is compounded by the fact you were one of the original survivors before Charlie came into power. You were there as you tried to fight against what he threw at you. You saw his fall of power and you were mad at first with him when he became a survivor, just like everyone else. But just like everyone else, you forgiven him, but Maxwell hasn’t forgiven himself.

But, that shoe never drops.

Instead, he gets a conversation with you about how that sort of feeling is destroying what you and him have with each other. That those self destructive thoughts are exactly what make relationships fail in the first place.

As the relationship goes on, he works on his own feelings of guilt from the constant and his own self esteem issues, all hidden behind quips and sarcasm. He doesn’t want you to be super involved with his road to recovery since he doesn’t want you to be a crutch for him. He doesn’t really tell the other survivors about what’s going on behind the curtains, but to you, he often tells you the tiny details.

He loves how quiet the relationship is, as if you two have been married for years and everybody should assume you two are together sort of quiet. There is no need for the super loud displays of affection, but if you like it, he’ll happily show his affection to you.

His favorite moments are also pretty quiet, the two of you hang around the campfire as you look upon the stars. He’ll feel you lean onto him, the feeling of your body against his thin frame bringing him to smile. He shows his affection by giving a light peck to your forehead and rubbing your back gently.

Oh speaking of touching, he absolutely can’t get his hands off of you. While I did say he likes the quiet, that doesn’t mean the quiet displays of affection are off the table. He often leans on you, uses your shoulder as an arm rest, plays with your hair absentmindedly, holds your hand, everything along those lines.

As for him? Please give this man some compliments. Tell him he did a good job or anything along those lines. In front of the survivors, he might just groan or do be sarcastic, but I promise he’ll make it up to you in private.

Another thing you can do is just by doing stuff with him. He is old and it’s hard for him to keep up like the other survivors so just having another hand makes life so much easier; like say chopping wood for him. If you really want him to love you, do stuff that exponentially makes his life better.

Getting him a cup of coffee? When it’s so hard to get access to the seeds? In this hellhole? Just to make his morning that much better? Marriage.

Bonus: Regardless of gender, he loves makeup stains on his face. Specifically lipstick stains on his face.

Overall: 8/10

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can you please write more of the blu medic x red mercs but the rest of red team finds out?? Like the red merc walks into base and the rest of the team is like "um hey what the HELL you have a crush on a BLU!?!?!?" (If you can't do this scenario for all the mercs can you do it for pyro, engineer, and scout please) thank you!!! Sorry If this request is alot.

Oh absolutely I can do this! Sorry if updates have been slow, finals has been killing me and this seemed the easiest to post. (I feel like I am always writing Pyro wrong LMAO).

OG Post Here

Right person, Wrong side

Pyro, Engineer, and Scout x Male!Blue Medic! Reader (Romantic)

Pyro:

They are probably the most interesting when it comes to you.

They tried to talk about you to the rest of the Mercenaries actually. However, since most of them can’t here them, they brush it off as utter nonsense. Except for one particular person.

Miss Pauling.

It was over a phone call, since pyro was in their room, they didn’t feel the need to put on a mask. It had to do with a contract killing you in particular and they rejected it. Miss Pauling inquired further about it, she was simply told, “Oh they didn’t tell you? I love him.”

“You can fall in love?”

Okay, ow, that hurt. But that one conversation with Miss Pauling somehow got spread around the entirety of Red Team. Though, it isn’t really a case of, ‘They are in love with blue team’ but a case of, ‘They can love?!’

Overall, it went alright. Though it did show how people felt about their cognitive abilities.

Engineer:

Ah yes, Dell, the man with more PHD’s than fingers of the Mercs have after a fight. He got caught because of an invention.

I am a firm believer that Dell’s love languages are Gift Giving and Acts of Service. He adores the moments when you just look so happy and excited, so keeping the stressful moments to a minimum with his inventions or hell just giving you a cup of coffee is something he thinks about a little too much.

So when he finds out that your medigun isn’t working as well as it should be, he immediately gets to solutions for you. It wasn’t like you asked though, since you didn’t even know something was wrong with your medigun in the first place but the nozzle doesn’t have the same range as it used to.

Though, his teams medic assumed it was for him until the very quick realization that it did absolutely nothing for his medigun. Which immediately was brought with accusations of being a spy and betraying the team.

To tell you it was ugly would be an understatement. To the point where his only defense is that he loved you. So he just simply said that. Did it resolve his issues with spy accusations? Yes. But it created a whole new problem.

Now there’s a bit of pressure from the rest of the team to just, ‘Snap out of it’ but he doesn’t. As much as he lies through his teeth, and as much as he tries to ignore it, he can’t. I mean, he’s a full grown man dammit, who cares?

Scout:

If you were to ask me how he even gotten himself in this situation, I’d say the many doodles he has of you.

He has a somewhat (very) crass way of expressing his feelings when using his sketchbook. Everything he feels about you just drawn out, kissing, hugging, other things a 20 year old with art abilities draws.

The first person to find these sketches of you is Spy. His first thoughts follow the beat of, ‘This is really good anatomy.’ To ‘Is that the enemy medic?’

Spy tried to use it as leverage against Scout. Once Scout realized what had happened, he almost immediately decided to tell every red merc on his own terms.

It’s the most Jeremy thing he could do, but I genuinely believe he’d do it. Though it goes as well as you expect it to. Which is not great.

To sum it up, there were so many argument over it. Whether it is justified or not, but most were in agreement that they knew they can’t change his feelings about you.

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Hey, blues is back after a long hiatus. Here is some updates.

I still write for everything, I have written previously (Don’t worry, I’ll get to the previous asks first.) but I am also adding fallout to the list! Rules still apply

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Masterlist:

Don’t Starve:

Wes:

A Popped Balloon

William ‘Maxwell’ Carter:

Cherish me darling

Fallout:

And there was nothing there…

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure:

And there was nothing there…

One Piece:

And there was nothing there…

TF2:

All Mercs:

TF2 Mercs with an Male!Blue medic!S/O

Some Mercs:

Right Person Wrong Side

Stardew Valley:

And there was nothing here…

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I’ve had this idea for awhile but- Don’t Starve Wes x reader where the reader got trapped in the constant looking for Wes, established relationship type stuf!

A/N: Anon dropping an amazing request and acting like they didn’t say anything important. Here you go Anon!

A Popped Balloon

Content: Wes x Fiancé!S/O (Romantic), 2K words, Wes is disabled, reader understands French and French Sign Language (LSF)

Were you crazy? Sure.

Were you insane? Maybe.

Hallucinating? Not something that happens.

Well regardless of what happened, here you are waking up to a field with no civilization. At first you were in full blown denial, just lying right there and looking to the sky. However, it was just how real everything felt that got you up and moving. The smell of the flowers, the sound of wind hitting your hair, and the way the berries, plucks of grass, sticks, and rocks felt in your hands. There was no denying the fact that this was happening and being the determined person you were, you to continue your investigation of your dear fiancé, Wes.

You met Wes in France seven years ago after moving there from America. You wanted to work as a performer however you didn’t find that much success in America so you moved to France. You tried to learn all the languages you’ll need before moving, one of them being LSF. You didn’t know ASL or completely knew French so learning LSF was difficult to say the least, but in hindsight it was probably one of your best decisions. You learned all of this mainly because you didn’t want to stand out all too much, well as much as you already did as a performer.

You bumped into Wes after a somewhat successful performance, enough to keep yourself housed and fed for a good while. You tried to talk to him in French, though he signed to you, “I doubt you understand LSF since you have an American accent but do you?”

Your immediate response, not even responding to the question he asked, “I have an American accent?”

Oh god the way his eyes shimmered like a kid on Christmas when you responded. He smiled so much his dimples showed as he responded, “Yeah, you sound breathy. It’s a bit hard to understand.”

“Breathy? What do you mean breathy?”

“Sounds like you’re.” He pauses his hand movements trying to find his words, “Breathing in between your sentences.”

You smiled at him as he smiled at you.

As you got to know him, the more you could say you fell for him. According to him, he has been mute since his birth so he decided to become a mime, he had gotten so good at being a mime it might as well be magic. The reason why is according to him, ‘C’est la vie’ or roughly meaning, ‘That’s just life; you got to work with it.’ The thing you always wondered is how he got his balloons to float without helium. However, every time you asked him how he did it, he’d sign to you, “A good performer never tells their secrets,” with a shit eating grin.

Even today, as you are collecting materials and finding ways to keep them on you, you still wonder about the logistics of that. Why you were thinking of that of all things instead of looking for shelter or food was probably a way to cope with the situation you are in. The sun went down as you picked the rock down little by little, you could hear the sound of bat screeches but you ignored it. Your hands hurt from the work on not only chopping down the trees but picking rocks. Your sticks were held together by you wrapping them with the grass which was surprisingly sturdy for grass. You went back to reminiscing about the past as you continued working.

You remembered the day you two became a couple like it was yesterday, it wasn’t particularly a beautiful day with storm clouds slowly rolling in. You both had a failed performance, what made it worse was the rain that came through which just completely ruined any chances of continuing, so you both sat on a bench under Wes’ umbrella. Wes’ makeup was ruined, his mascara and face paint washing away from the rain, it slowly dropped down in streaks to the bottom of his chin. It was attractive to you, however you knew that Wes didn’t agree with that sentiment based on the way he acted so you decided not to bring it up. He tried to communicate one letter at a time because his other hand had his umbrella, but you gently took the umbrella to allow him to fully converse with you. He signed, “Thank you.”

He started the conversation by signing, “Hopefully your performance was at least a bit better than what happened to me.”

“Well…” You looked to the sky, “the rain ruined it.”

“Yeah, me too. Well as you can obviously see.” He gestured to his face as he continued to sign, “My whole act was ruined, considering my makeup is melting off.”

He sighed, as the two of you remained in relative silence. You could see his cheeks blush a bit thanks to the rain wiping away the white face paint. It was a light dusting sure, but you can totally see it, so against better judgment you asked him, “Are you embarrassed?”

“What? No. No, absolutely not.” He signed quickly, so fast it was hard to pick up what he was saying, “What made you say that?”

“Well, I-“ you cleared your throat, “saw you were red in the face and just wanted to check in.”

It took a bit for him to respond, taking a deep breath he signed, “I love you.”

Your heart was going miles an hour as he continued, “For a while actually and,” He pauses his movements, “it’s just so amazing to be around you. I don’t really know if I am saying I love you too early but I don’t have the heart to care. So, do you love me like I love you?”

He was looking away from you before you gently moved his chin to look at you. A smile spread across his face as he kissed you on the lips and you reciprocated it. You were there for a while locked into each other’s lips as the sound of water tapping on Wes’ umbrella continued. Once you pulled away, you answered, “Of course. Of course I love you like you imagine Wes”

Another one of his shit eating grins spread across his face as he signed, “Good luck trying to clean off your face.”

You slowly wiped your lips only to find his stained lipstick on there, and all you could do was smile and teased, “You’re a piece of shit and I love you.”

As the relationship grew and grew, you always noticed how physically affectionate he was. Walking down the streets of France while holding his gloved hand, often hugging you tightly, and kisses dear god. You love the man so much and he loved you too, but the way his makeup stains your face was obvious and clear. Obviously he was super apologetic about it after you told him about the dilemma, trying to only kiss you when he had his makeup off.

Speaking of his makeup off, you got to see a lot more of that when he wasn’t on the street. Especially just lying next to you in your humble abode, cuddling with you over the soft sounds of the radio. Kissing along the back of your neck keeping you tightly in his arms. He always somehow lazily signed to you, “I love you.”

Your home essentially became his as he brought gifts to you after performing. Sometimes it was some pastries to share, sometimes it was nice daisies, sometimes he did a balloon trick. Essentially, a roll of the dice of what he’ll do when he gets home between sharing and enjoying something with you or just cuddling until he falls asleep. Though after a complete flop of a performance, being a shoulder to cry on was nice but you also cried on his shoulders when you needed to.

So of course, it was only a matter of time before he proposed. After almost four years of being with you, he cleaned his late mother’s ring, and came looking for you. You were performing on stage, as you were finishing up you heard footsteps from behind your makeshift stage. Seeing Wes was a comfort to you and then seeing him pull out a ring made you instantly hug him. Although that stunt caused you both to be injured in some way because you basically jumped on him, you accepted it with a giggle over the situation. You both knew that marrying each other now would cause major debt, so you decided to keep each other as just fiancés.

But then. It all was taken away from you.

Gone.

His life was taken away from you like a popped balloon.

The police showed up to your home and asked for your account for the disappearance of Wes. Your Fiancé. Obviously you were worried, desperate to find out what happened, but the verdict they settled on was infuriating. After he traveled into the alleyway, he was stabbed to death and brought someplace else, well at least that was the verdict the police settled on. Having his funeral only a week after the verdict to just move along. You obviously tried to argue with police after they had the verdict chosen.

“C’est la vie. You’ll find another love someday.”

You went to the county jail for violence against a police officer, specifically punching them directly in the jaw. It was worth every minute of community service you had to do. Why would anyone say that? Especially to someone who is grieving? It just solidifies the fact that something is wrong with what they described his supposed death. So after dealing with a lot of legal jargon, your next priority was figuring out what actually happened.

You went to talk to George T. Witherstone, a man that was also interviewed by police in the disappearance of your fiancé. However, George was a sleeze, who was connected to a much more famous performer who had disappeared named Maxwell. Maxwell and his assistant Charlie were both famous magicians that had kick started the careers of many famous performers such as yourself, but what George said clicked for you, “Well William Carter couldn’t pay his debts to me, frustrating I know.”

William Carter? That was his full name? The rest of what he was talking about was nothing but a blur as you fixated on that specifically.

Well there was no use in interrogating George when you began to run out of money to live in France. So, with all of the money you had left to your name, you went back to the United States to live with your family. You wanted to stay in France, but you had to go back, much to the disappointment of your family. However, hindsight is 20/20, so what was really a horrible thing turned out to be the very thing that brought you to where you were now.

You began searching through past magazines in your library about William Carter, continuing to connect the pieces together. Finding article upon article about Maxwell and Charlie’s disappearance, though you also found out about a strong man named Wolfgang saving William Carter’s life. You search through articles about him, he disappeared. In fact, the weirdest part about the whole thing is that the people with the weirdest disappearances always had a W at the beginning of their name.

Like Wes.

You snapped out of your own memories as you began to tinder a fire, being slow and calculating as you made sure that your makeshift torch would set aflame. You see the sun slowly setting until it turned night, the moon a crescent in the sky. You had to keep moving, you had to.

When you were searching through possible leads, the only one you could settle on was Wilson. Most of the rest didn’t have as much of their location or history out to the world. Especially Maxwell, whose house had been turned into a museum for himself. So, taking up a backpack, and using the knowledge you had, you went towards the shack that sat upon a hill which took you three hours to get there by car. You opened the door to find papers scattered across the floor, the sound of radio static, and a machine, massive in scale with a leaver. Against everything in your gut telling you otherwise, you flicked it.

Everything went to nothing, not black, just nothing. As if you were to close one eye, but for both eyes. Just nothing. Until there was something.

Which leads to now, where you continued to move forward until you saw dawn. As the morning began, you heard idle chatter through one person. Probably in his mid-thirties, most definitely tired and exhausted, just average overall. You decided to eavesdrop on the conversation, just letting the words come through.

“So Wes any objections to that plan of action?”

Silence.

“I am taking your silence as yes.”

Then the shuffling of two people’s feet. Almost as desperate as you were beginning your adventure you almost screamed out, “Wes?!”

You heard the sound of running as you got hugged by Wes. His arms felt just as great as you remembered them. You were surprised though, causing you to fall on your ass, but there was laughter involved in it all. Just like the day he proposed.

If you were asked to do it again to see those glittering eyes again, you’d take it in a heartbeat.

Cross-posted to AO3

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Hi hi! I was wondering if I could request TF2 mercs falling for a male S/O who is the enemy medic. Like S/O is nice to them never killing and is just the opposite of Red Medic? Cheerful and very optimistic, one day they notice during a match that S/O is missing. Only to find them clonked out behind a crate just dead asleep they look completely exhausted, not even an explosion going off would wake them

A/N: Alright Anon, I’ll see what I can do for you! I am going with headcannons with this request. Sorry If the Mercs are out of character especially Pyro, heavy, and Demo. Also I am so tired

TF2 Mercs falling for a Male!Blue medic!S/O

Scout:

He at first hates you the most but once he falls in love, he falls hard.

My god was he suspicious of your every move. Not really because you were an enemy, he couldn’t give less of a shit but because something in his mind couldn’t wrap around the idea of a nice medic. However, he starts to see you a lot more on the battlefield, and you just grew on him.

The way your eyes crinkle, the way your eyes shimmered when taking care of your patients, that smile, even the tiny stubble, god you were a masterpiece that he’d try to draw often.

He thought today on the battlefield would be no different, the usual banter, bullets, explosions, but no sign of his favorite doc. Until he found you asleep behind a crate.

He tried to wake you up normally, then tried dragging you but both weren’t effective. So he tried something really reckless.

He lifted your head, letting your head rest on arm as he used his cap to cover your face from the sunlight. He gently twirl your hair around his finger. He thought he was really charming at that moment.

Soldier:

God bless your heart because Jane is a handful.

He thinks you are very unpatriotic and untrustworthy. Not really because you are cheery, but because you aren’t killing people. He sees it almost as a sign of disrespect to your side no matter how much he doesn’t like them.

So when he starts falling in love, he just gets louder and more aggressive. Quite literally trying to get those voices to get out of his head. Because obviously he couldn’t love a traitor.

No matter how every time you talked about your patients, you give them the upmost respect and support. No matter how much your smile can just pierce through his thoughts.

It was a usual day for Soldier, the sounds of explosions, bombs, gunfire. When he saw you sleeping on the ground behind a crate.

He of course tried yelling you awake, shaking your body so much like his life depended on it. But of course it was no use.

So for the first time, in a while, he took a deep breath. He decided to stand by you and do the only thing he could think to do. Protect you with the same passion that you cared for others.

Pyro:

Out of everyone, they’d fall in love the fastest.

Pyro, in some sense, is fully aware of the violence they have inflicted onto others. Just refuses to think about it.

So seeing your smiling face, was just such a sight for sore eyes. Especially considering everything they have done.

Whenever they see you, they just can’t help but somehow give some sort of affection, it makes them just smile.

So not seeing you out on the battlefield, you know, helping people, is jarring. So jarring in fact they go looking for you.

So seeing you completely wiped behind a crate makes them basically jump and try to find solutions. One of the first and the one they acted on first is picking you up and taking you to a place they’d think you’d be safe.

Safe to say you are surprised when you wake up next to a bonfire with them.

Demoman:

Probably straight up finds you hot.

Despite being drunk, all of the time when he sees, he can see why not only your team likes you, but also himself.

It’s the sweat that falls down your face from the moving and the heat of explosions, that passion you have for taking care of people, still being a pacifist? In this hell scape? Yeah hot.

However that does not stop him from doing his job, he still has to occasionally kill you, always in front of people. However, what truly shows people how he feels about you is when all eyes are turned away and just tipsy instead of fully drunk.

Today, happens to be that day. He feels the nice warmth of the explosions, the tiny ringing of his ears, though it takes a bit to find you.

He finds you, of course, passed out behind the crate. He tried to help you wake up, however, even his ear piercing screams couldn’t wake you. So he figured that, he’d do his best.

Waking up to your head on his shoulders with the smell of Alcohol and gunpowder was not apart of your schedule.

Heavy:

Didn’t really care, of course there was a bias for you as a medic but other than that, generally didn’t care.

He saw you in battle and like anyone else, he’d mow you down. Watching you fall like a domino. Though, as time spread on, he’d slow down and hesitate.

It’s the way that you almost skip around helping others. The way you stood as if you were the sun is what made him fall in love.

So, he tries to communicate, but in your perspective, you think he just hates you more. With the dead on stares, the grunts, just generally not a talkative compared to how he was before.

It was a usual day, mainly made up of his mini gun firing off every bullet it had. It took a bit to realize you were gone, but once he did, god it was a man hunt.

Finding you behind a crate, passed out, was not what he was expecting, but not really surprised considering your eyebags. So he picked you up completely and tried to find a comfortable place to sleep.

Waking up in a very comfortable bed was not what you were expecting today. Especially seeing the guy that you thought hated you relaxing in a chair nearby.

Engineer:

Another neutral person, but my god you grew on him faster than he really expected.

Usually you ended up being mowed down by the machinery he makes, so ends up seeing you a lot more than other Mercs do. So he can end up learning more about you.

It’s your voice that does it for him. The way you always sounded so happy when taking care of others just completely struck a chord in him and he can’t tell you why.

When he does, he does eventually fall in love he talks to you a lot more often and on a lot better terms. You two sometimes end up in chats about machines.

It was the usual day of setting up his sentry gun, dispensers, Teleporters, maybe shooting a guy in the face. Though, he knew something was off immediately about the day, and it clicked that you weren’t there.

He found you behind a crate, asleep. It was the most painfully relatable thing he has seen in a while. He was also tired and wanted to fall asleep after working on everything the night before. So he decided to kill two birds with one stone.

Waking up to a sentry gun and a completely passed out engie snoring away was not on your bingo card.

Medic:

He doesn’t like you and it’ll take a while for him to do so.

He doesn’t like you mainly because you act like such a goody two shoes. All high and mighty and for what? Why would you do that when you could be using your patients to advance the medical field. (No wonder why you still have your license.)

Though he fell in love for you for your intelligence. The way you somehow streamline your care, use your equipment effectively, and generally how you think.

Of course he’d never tell you. Much less show you not only the respect he has, but also his feelings. So he just hides them all away doing anything but thinking about you.

He almost knew immediately something was awry when the match began and you weren’t there. He began searching for you immediately and it wasn’t hard to find you.

Right behind a crate. Asleep. He of course assumed the worst, but ended up realizing you weren’t suffering from some condition and ended up just relaxing next to you.

You awoke to the sounds of him adjusting his medigun right next to you. Pushing up his glasses as he stares down to it.

Sniper:

He hated you.

He just absolutely didn’t like the whole cheery thing you brought to the table. He found the whole thing condescending to be in an active war zone with a smile on your face.

Though what made him fall in love, was the way your hands worked. Something about the way you stitched your teammates together has him absolutely mesmerized. He couldn’t tell you why.

So what does he do? Try to go back to normal. Try key word. It is always so hard for him to take a shot at you, he’d always get shaky hands even thinking about it.

So he had mixed feelings when you were gone, like completely out of the picture for a match. Like, he has never been able to pick off so many enemies in a while but also, where were you?

So he ended up finding you after going to get some ammo to reload. Just completely passed out behind a crate. His first reaction was quiet swearing at the situation he ended up in, but then having to drag you somewhere that wasn’t a hot spot for his team to come back and forth from.

Waking up in a sniper’s nest is a unique way to wake up. The silence coming from sniper as he just focused on the enemy team, with no worries in his head.

Spy:

He distrusted you but he does fall in love eventually.

He had many remarks and criticisms of the way you lived your life, especially with the whole pacifism thing? Yeah that he really didn’t like.

Though what he fell for in you was your eyes. He knows from experience there is a lot you can gather about a person from just the way the look at stuff. So the way your pupil expands when you hear that your patients are doing better touches him.

So you are so confused when this man’s snarky remarks, general attitude, and making fun of you turns into flirting. Or you think it’s flirting, but it’s really hard to tell.

It was supposed to be a usual day, but like the medic, he knew immediately that something way wrong. As he sleuthed his was through lines upon lines, he found you.

You were asleep behind a crate. Though spy did try to awake you with the usual shaking, you didn’t wake up. So he decided to do what he felt was the best course of action.

You don’t know how, but you woke up in your own bed.

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