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27 years old letter

Find it on ao3 here

Dadspy sprinkled with some Sniperspy

Edited by: @radiostaticc

Sniper was of course not the biggest fan for loud parties, but the kid is now 30, which he guess would make Scout not really a kid anymore, but who cares? He was the kid among them and shall stay forever. The little ankle biter who loved loud noises way too much, while alcohol not at all.

While most of the others were having fun being as drunk as one can get, Scout was at the table of gifts with his can of Bonk. Maybe it was how he sometimes did the same things, or maybe he spent too much time with his boyfriend, Spy. But Sniper noticed nervous movements on the Scout. Adjusting his clothes, like they never fit right; drumming on the can with one finger; briefly hugging himself with one arm. The kid was nervous to the brim and Sniper seemingly being the only one to notice, he decided to do something about it.

He walked up to Scout and put a hand on his shoulder, before greeting him, starting simple and kind.

"Staying out of the party? Your age is catching up to you kid?" he joked with a chuckle, relieved to see the other smile from it, but it didn't last long "What's wrong Scout?" he asked, low so it won't cause attention and not hide his worry. The fast runner got more nervous from the question. Chewing on his lips, looking around in fear that anyone else noticed, before giving in with a sigh.

"Can we go to one of your nests? I need air and privacy." he admitted.

"Sure kid, and don't worry. From the look of it, nobody will notice." Sniper said as they walked towards the front door of the base.

"Dear Jeremy,

When they reached the nest, Sniper gave the other time to say the problem. He was known for his patience and not many questions. So he waited. He watched as Scout finished his can of Bonk, tapped his foot on the wooden surface of the nest while getting his thoughts together and he waited as the problem was taken out.

Scout took out an envelope folded in half, looked at it for a little, before holding out for Sniper.

"My mom gave me this when I left home. Said dad wrote it to me when he left and I can read it when I turn 30. Problem is... I-I can't read. Doc said it's a normal dyswhat-the-hell. But I'm sure my da' didn’t know it was a thing I have when he wrote it. And just-"

"Would you like if I read it to ya?" Sniper cut in gently, grabbing the letter, but not yet taking it. Not until Scout released it and nodded as a silent answer. The envelope was already opened, so Sniper just had to take out the letter, unfold it and read it:

You're now old enough to maturely hear what I'm about to say. And old enough to be the age I was when I left you, your brothers, and your mother. I wanted you to have this letter at this age, so you can know how young and stupid a man can be in the age of 30. I also hope that you won't make the same mistakes by reading this and learning from mine.

When I met your mother and she boldly came up to talk to me, I knew that if a nobody like me can fall in love and not be alone in the feeling, then I should never let it go. But then I had to.

She never judged me and I never judged her for anything. She loved me the same way when I had to disappear for long times and I loved her the same way when she introduced me to her 7 sons.

Now before I say the next thing, I want you to know that you are not and never were the reason why I left you and your family. You were the brightest light in my life and still are, no matter where life takes us both.

These almost three years I could spend with you mean so much to me and it hurts so much that I had to leave. But my love for your family and you blinded me about how dangerous a job I actually had that put the bread on the table for the ten of us. I knew the moment when I received a letter with only your name on it, that I had to leave. I don't expect you to understand, or accept my choice. But I wanted nothing more than you to be safe. I made the worst choices in life, but loving my family was not something I could control. Your mother is the strongest woman this world has seen, so I know I'm going to leave you in good hands. She will protect and care for you, like I never could.

You can trust her in anything. I know, because I'm trusting her to keep the things she knows about me secret and give this letter to you when she knows it's time to face the truth of whatever lie she came up with. The truth of which is that I left to protect you and I still will always be with you. In the crowds, in the background, maybe even right next to you.

I'm going to do my best to keep you as close, but still as far to make sure you're safe and happy. Because that's what you deserve. You can say I'm an asshole and a coward, which you are right about. I was a coward for choosing running instead of fighting, but I know at this moment of writing this in your room, that I'm making a mistake. So I want you to learn from it. Love is the most dangerous thing a man can face and if you ever find it, please fight for it. Fight for the person, or people you love and they will fight for you if they're the right people for you. I didn't fight enough for you and your family. Which is why I could never ask for your forgiveness. All I can ask for is for you to never give up and know that you deserve to be loved.

Happy birthday Jeremy

With all the love from your dad"

Sniper had his own small pain in his chest by the time he finished, but it was nothing compared to the sobs he heard and saw when he looked up. He put the letter to the side and moved closer to hold the kid in a tight embrace. He was never a fancy pants, he couldn’t give two shits about Scout ruining his clothes, so he pulled the sobbing man close to his chest and let him cry his heart out. He deserved it. Even if Scout read, he couldn't imagine being alone after such a letter like this.

"Th-ank y-ou..." the boy hiccuped, before burying his face into the red shirt, trying to take deep breaths after feeling a hand caressing his back. "Freak-king asshole dad..." he tried to talk again with a little chuckle, but couldn't say more. So he leant his head against Sniper comfortably, the crying slowly calming down and soft snores taking its place.

With one hand, the sharpshooter put the letter back into the envelope and put it into his pocket before lifting up the kid bridal-style and carefully carried him down. He was happy to discover that the base was now quiet. Inside some retreated into their rooms, while others were sleeping in the living room. He walked towards Scout's room, pretending he didn't hear the extra pair of shoes failing to walk silently after them. After putting the kid into his bed, he put the envelope on the bedside table.

"Happy Birthday Scout." he whispered a last time, before leaving the room, closing the door after himself. "Come 'ere Spook." he said to the air, opening his arms.

"Merde." Spy whispered annoyedly for being found out, but still uncloaked and leaned into his partner's arms. "Bushman, I-'' he started worriedly, but got cut off by a kiss on his head

"I know Spook, I know. I love you too. You won't get away from me that easily." he comforted with a chuckle

"Liar..." Spy said, knowing Sniper too well to believe that anxiety is not eating him up about the letter and what he said about Scout's mom in it. He heard a sigh, before his head was lifted, so his lips could receive a gentle kiss.

"What if you take me to bed and show me just how much you love me then?"

"Sounds good, mon chasseur."

Meeting Ma

Speeding Bullet Week, 2024 Day Three - Loud/Quiet

Characters belong to Valve, story belongs to me

“Oh, hey, these are my favorite! Thanks, Ma!”

Scout eagerly leaned forward to take a cookie off the plate that his mother, Dierdre, had set down on the coffee table in front of her son. She smiled, smoothed out the skirt of her blue dress, and sat in an overstuffed chair opposite the couch. She loved it when Jeremy came to visit, but this was a particularly auspicious occasion. It wasn’t every day that he brought home someone special.

Especially someone like this.

If Dierdre were being honest with herself, she would never in a million years have guessed Scout would bring home someone like the unsmiling, serious man who was now seated next t on the sofa across from her. Tall, lanky, with a five o’clock shadow she suspected was a permanent fixture, he’d had the good manners to remove his hat when he’d stepped inside her home. He’d kept on the aviators, however, which made it hard for her to get a good look at his eyes when he’d shook her hand in greeting. Scout, of course, had eagerly wrapped his arms around her in a giant bear hug. He’d always been the affectionate sort, she reflected, which only made his choice of partner … odd.

Dierdre had known for some time that her son liked both men and women, but only once had he ever brought anyone home to meet her. It had been years ago, before he’d become a mercenary, a young brunette named Jenny. Although Dierdre knew he’d dated around since then, he hadn’t actually been serious enough about anyone else to warrant a meeting with his mother. Until now.

Still smiling, she took another look at the taciturn man next to Jeremy, the latter of whom was gabbing away about the spiced molasses cookies he was munching on – how they’d been his favorite as a kid, his mom made them every year at Christmas, and so on. The tall man with the Australian accent, who’d identified himself as Mick, sat next to him quietly, letting Scout jabber on about anything and everything. Dierdre rather got the feeling that this happened a lot.

She cleared her throat, and Scout stopped chattering to look at her.

“So,” she addressed the near-stranger in her home. “Jeremy tells me the two of you work together.”

“S’right,” Mick drawled, with a barely perceptible nod of his head. Dierdre waited patiently for him to elaborate. He didn’t.

“Yeah, Snipes and I – I mean, uh, Mick and me – we’re teammates,” explained Scout. He reached for another cookie. “It’s hard work, but ya know, it pays good.”

“It pays well,’ Dierdre corrected her son gently. With his mouth full, Scout nodded back at her in acknowledgement. Pasting another pleasant smile on her face, Dierdre once again turned to the man her son had just referred to as ‘Snipes.’ He was stone-faced.

“So, Mick … you’re Australian?”

“Actually, Ma, he’s from New Zealand,” Scout interjected. Dierdre shot him a brief look, one that should have told him to keep his mouth shut, but Scout wasn’t paying enough attention to notice. He’d turned to Mick. “Though I guess you were still raised there, huh? In Australia, I mean.”

Mick nodded, but said nothing. Dierdre was beginning to get frustrated. If her son was dating this man, she wanted to get to know him, and neither of them were making it easy on her. She tried one more time.

“So, if Jeremy is the team’s Scout, what’s your job?”

“He’s the Snip – “

Scout’s voice cut off mid-word as he finally caught the look on his mother’s face. Shut up, it said. I love you, but shut up.

Scout shut up.

Mick looked curiously at Scout, who was now biting his lip and looking bashfully down at his lap. He raised an eyebrow as a silent question, wondering why Scout had suddenly stopped. Getting no response, much less a glance thrown his way, the Aussie finally spoke a complete sentence.

“I’m the Sniper.”

Dierdre nodded. Now they were getting somewhere. “And you work with René – I mean, Spy, too, don’t you?”

Startled at hearing Spy’s real name, Mick’s eyes widened for a moment, but he soon resumed his calm demeanor. “That’s right,” he said, his gaze wandering down to the plate of cookies sitting in front of him. Dierdre gently pushed the plate toward him.

“Please,” she entreated him. “Take one. I made them for the both of you.”

“Aw, ain’t she the best?” Scout beamed proudly, finding his voice again. He looked proudly from his mother to his boyfriend, and back again. “Thanks again, Ma.”

Dierdre nodded at him, and gave a small smile as she watched Mick reach out a slender arm and grab a cookie. He wore a fingerless glove on one hand, she noticed. It looked a little dusty, but she wisely said nothing.

“Are your parents back in Australia, Mick?”

At that, Sniper started and looked at her, as if not knowing what to say. Scout also went quiet, head swiveling back and forth between Sniper and his mother. Dierdre could tell by the tension in the air that she’d made a misstep, that something wasn’t as it should be, except she had no idea what.

It only took a moment, however, for Sniper to clear his throat, and say very quietly, “Me folks are dead.”

“Oh! Oh. Oh, I’m sorry,” Dierdre said, wishing the ground beneath her would open up and swallow her whole. No wonder he’d looked at her like that – he most certainly wasn’t expecting such a question. She turned to Scout, silently willing him to use his constant chatter to get them out of the situation.

She wasn’t disappointed.

“Hey, uh, Snipes, tell her about the time you got into a fight with a kangaroo. That’s a good one! Ma, listen up, you’re gonna love this!”

“A kangaroo?” Dierdre asked, feigning more interest than she felt. She was just glad to be past the awkward moment where she’d stuck her foot in her mouth. She was even more grateful, however, at the chance to finally hear Mick saying more than a few words at a time, as he went into vivid detail about camping in the Outback, and being randomly attacked by a kangaroo. By the end of the story, she was enraptured.

“Do they really fight like that? Kicking and punching?” she asked him, eyes wide.

Mick chuckled. “Oh yeah, they sure do, bloody drongos,” he muttered. “Tough sons of bitches, too – ehm, beggin’ your pardon. Didn’t mean to use such language.”

Dierdre waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, please,” she told him. “I’ve said worse myself just today.”

“Ma!” Scout yelped, eyes wide and mouth agape. Mick just laughed. Dierdre could tell he was warming up to her, and she was glad. In fact, she felt sure of it when he reached forward to take a second cookie off the plate.

“What?” she asked her son innocently. “It’s true!”

Scout just averted his eyes and shook his head, embarrassed, while Dierdre joined Mick in laughing. She turned back to the lanky Australian and asked, “The two of you are staying for dinner, right?”

“Depends. What’re we havin’?” asked Scout, before Mick elbowed him in the side.

“Ow! Snipes! What was that for?”

Sniper didn’t answer him. Instead, his next words were directed to Dierdre.

“We’d love to.”

And then it happened. Mick smiled at her, a small, but sincere smile. Dierdre couldn’t help but return the gesture. After all, with his parents gone, a little mothering couldn’t hurt him, right? And with Jeremy serious about him, maybe she’d end up his mother one day, after all.

“It’s settled then,” she said, rising from her seat. “I’ll make lasagna.” She leaned toward Mick conspiratorially and said in a fake whisper purposefully loud enough for Scout to hear, “It’s Jeremy’s favorite.”

Sure enough, Scout’s eyes lit up. “Oh, Ma, you’re the best!”

Then, to Dierdre’s surprise, Mick rose to his feet, too.

“How can we help?”

Dierdre blinked. Even Scout rarely volunteered to help, and he was her own flesh and blood. She was really beginning to like this guy.

“You know how to chop an onion?” she asked cheekily.

“Ma’am, I got knife skills you wouldn’t believe.”

Diedre laughed heartily at that. Knowing what her son and his co-workers did for a living, she had no doubt the man wasn’t bragging so much as stating fact. She linked her arm in Mick’s and began to lead him towards the kitchen.

“Come on,” she told him warmly. “Let’s get to know each other a little better, hm?”

Now it was Scout’s turn to be silent as he wordlessly watched the two of them disappear into the other room. Then a slow smile began to cross his face. This was going even better than he could have hoped. Still grinning, he hopped up, and followed them into the kitchen to see if he could help, too.

Things were going to be great.

First Date

-This is my first fanfic in years I may make these later-

Scout 

Scout takes you to a chicken place-

He knows the best place for a bucket of fried chicken and the best deals.-

After eating, he sticks some straws in his nose and makes walrus noises to make you laugh.-

And to finish the date off he takes you out to get ice cream.-

Demoman 

Demoman would take you to a beer garden-

Everything is fun with beer being passed around and music blasting-

Till Demo and you get so drunk you, both get into fights and get banned from the beer garden.-

You both leave stumbling and singing your way back to the base.-

Heavy

Heavy takes you to a ballet show of Swanlake.-

He even got the box seats but it was later revealed only because those were the only seats he could fit in.-

Heavy wanted to show you that there's a softer side to him.-

When he watches you can see how invested and his appreciation for the art is. -

As you watch on you can feel a chill and then the warmth of a suit jacket being placed on you by heavy himself.-

Spy

Spy would take you to the fanciest place he can take you even if it means flying you both out of town.-

He would set up everything to be perfect even the red dress he picked out for you.-

After eating a steak dinner paired with red wine you both have a sweet slice of chocolate cake.-

Once the dinner is done and paid for you watch the night stars cuddled up together.

Engi

Engi would take you to the best BBQ in town as live music plays.-

You both had the best-pulled pork sandvich that's soaked in grease and BBQ sauce.-

As live music plays and bellies are full of food you go do some line dancing together.-

After some line dancing you start to have some cold beers.-

And to end the date he plays his guitar and serenades you back at the base.-

Soldier

Soldier takes you to the zoo.-

As you both are walking to see the animals he's quoting Sun Tzu but it didn't sound quite right.-

Once you get to the lions he starts telling one of his war stories.-

He finished one of his war stories and to prove it was all true he jumps over the railing and fights the lions.-

You take him back to the base so the medic can tend to his wounds as you tell him how strong and proud you are of him.-

Sniper

Sniper would pack a picnic.-

He packed what is assumed was Sandvitch's and what was once cold beers.-

You and Sniper sat down and decided against eating and just drank the lukewarm beers.-

It was the perfect spot the woods were glowing as the sun set came down.-

With a beer in hand, you cuddle up to Sniper and take a deep breath and you both relax for the first time.-

Pyro

Pyro takes you to the carnival.-

You both binge on sugary sweets and watch a ton of the small shows they hold.

Pyro wanted to go to the bumper cars they just don't know how aggressive they are being.-

You decide to take them to the horse carousel Pyro takes a horse with pink hair and colorful flowers as you take a f/c themed horse right next to them.-

Pyro wanted to win you a prize but he was sad when all he could win you was a mini plush balloonicorn key chain but once he saw how happy it made you his cheerful self was back.-

Medic

Medic takes you to an 1800s  medical museum.-

You both watch the first amputee surgery video ever recorded.-

He admired the old medical tools that were used saying things like "I could use somesinglike zis in my collecthion. "-

While slightly more educated and traumatized from the date he does buy you an atomically correct heart necklace from the gift shop.-

-Sorry for my bad writing for a German accent.-

medic help boi with chronic pain in the morning. much comfort. help out of med. reassurance and overall sweet assistance. nothing sexual just wholesomely helping you get around when u are physically struggling to walk properly. (if you need any help describing the chronic pain lmk you know who i am wink wink wink)

I made this with love just for you. <3

Male reader! Chronic Pain Reader

You wake up another night of some of the worst flare-ups since you arrived at the base, trying your best to get to the medical bay not even making it halfway there when you find you can't walk anymore from the pain lying on the floor with your back to the wall you hear a familiar voice with a german accent.

Vell, hello zere, F/n. Vat are vu doing on zee floor? You groan in pain, trying to get up as you say. I was actually trying to get to the medical bay. He notices the pain you appear to be from the face and grunts you are making. He picks you up bridal-style. Let's get zat brezure off your knees, schall ve?  

He brings you to the operating table now.  Vat zeems to pe zee broblem? Medic asked. Well, medic, I have chronic pain that appears to be flaring up. He nods as you explain your condition in further detail. The medic is leaning on his desk and proceeds to approach you. May I Hexamine vu? You nod. He tells you to lean back and gently squeezes and applies pressure in different spots.

Once he starts applying pressure on your knees, you begin to make a painful look on your face, and he stops. It's ein schame zat ein young man like yourzelf must enture zis. Mein Medi gun can't help vith zis He says as he touches his Medi gun, and Archimedes flies off it to land next to you. You lower your head and eyes as not look at him.

You are a man. You need to just tough it out. You are young. It's not that bad. You're just faking it, all those words running through your head from all the people and doctors who told you that.

The silence was broken by a, Put zat doesn't mean vu schould ko through zis, und I vill find ein vay to at least giffe vu zome relief. he said as he turned to look at you, tears falling uncontrollably. Did I zay zomezing vrong?Medic asked worryingly. No, it's just you are the first doctor to actually try and help me.

Vell, I'm nein Hordinary docdor; I'm Dr.Ludvig, your metic. he said as he gently hugged you as you continued to cry in his comfort.

To all who struggle with chronic pain, you are heard you are loved you are strong.

Hello Tumblr!

I've just started writing a TF2 Zombie Apocalypse Fanfic on AO3 and I was wondering if any of you guys would be interested in reading it?

I'm actually thinking about posting the chapters on here as well because ao3 can be a bit of a cesspool, and I plan to do some art for it, which will go over here as well. I would absolutely love love love to see people drawing scenes from the story, and I'm thinking about adapting it into a comic over here after the story is done. Anyway if you're interested please go check it out, chapter 4 is coming soon 👍👍

Zombie soldier moments from my fic

So you know how Tf2 takes place in New Mexico? Well I’m an animal lover, and I know that there are tons of fantastic creatures there and I’m sure there are a bunch of them they would 100% be hanging around the nooks and crannies of RED team’s base. So I present to Ye:

Scenarios about how our beloved mercs and an animal-loving reader handle an encounter with New Mexico’s amazing fauna. 

Part 1 here!

Part 2: Defense

Demoman and the Swallowtail Butterflies 

It was mid morning during a ceasefire and all of the mercs were valuing their time away from the battlefield to the best of their abilities, and of course, Demo was last seen with two bottles of his beloved scrumpy as he headed outside to most likely, get drunk and pass out.

Two hours later, the heat was getting a bit too intense for anyone to be outside for too long, drunk or not. 

You decided it was best to try and find the team’s bomb expert before he burnt to a crisp. Grabbing a glass of cold, ice water and a wet towel just in case, you headed outside.

After a good fifteen minutes of searching around the base, you heard a familiar sound of snoring from the corner of a building. 

However, when you got there, the sight you saw made you let out a giggle.

A passed out Demoman covered in Swallowtail butterflies. 

They must’ve smelled the his sweat and decided it was a good place to rest. All of them resting on his face and hands, opening and closing their wings every once in a while. 

Although, as cute as this was, you did need to wake him up.

“Demo, Hey Demoman, can you hear me?”

You raised your voice a bit, hoping not to startle the small insects.

“DEMOMAN!”

“Uuuuaugggg Whah? What te hell?”

As he stirred awake, some of the butterflies startled a bit and then gently fluttered back on to his face, not seeming to care that their rest stop had woken up. 

Demo froze, you could tell he wasn’t exactly sure what to do in the situation he found himself in.

“ah, um what te…what in te *hic* is happenin”

“uh, heh, I think you fell asleep and your new friends decided to have a pit stop”

“Aaaye” Demo carefully lifts a scarred hand, trying not to scare the swallowtails. 

After stirring a bit, one flies up to rest on his palm.

“Ahhh ffeel like a bloody princess”

You gave a light chuckle, but then you remembered why you came out here in the first place. 

“Hey Demo, it’s getting a little bit too hot out here, we can’t have our Demolitions Expert die from heat exhaustion”

“mm, I suppose you’re right, I deserve to die in a blaze o’ glory don’t I?”

“Damn right” 

You hold out a hand that Demo took, and with one good hoist, the butterflies fluttered of Demo as he stood up, the both of you mesmerized as they fluttered around and up into the sky.

“you ok? You’ve been been out here for a while”

“Aye, dunne worry, I’ve handled worse, by te wae, what were those butterflies?”

“Swallowtails, you can tell by the extra long bits on the ends of their wings, I’m assuming you’re sweat attracted the swarm”

“mah sweat? I thought they onleh ate flowers.”

“nope, sweat, tears and even blood is on the menu for them”

“wot? Tha is bloody brilliant”

“I know right?”

Once you two where inside, you both sigh in unison as the air conditioner hits your skin.

Heavy and the Javelina 

It was late in the afternoon at the base, RED triumphed over BLU, as usual. Despite that, the men never got tired of celebrating their victories, and still drank and shouted to commemorate their win.

Although they can get a little too loud sometimes, so you decided to hangout outside to enjoy the silence and the cool night air. 

After a while, footsteps alerted to you to someone else approaching. 

You turned to be greeted by the heavy weapons man himself. He carried a plate with sandviches piled on top.

“Oh, hey Heavy! Come to relax in the night air too?”

“Da, is too noisy for Heavy’s liking, I sit outside to eat”

“Yeah, guess everybody needs a break from the chaos huh?”

He hummed in agreement as he ate his dinner next to you in relative silence.

Until a squealing noise caused both of you to lift up your heads in confusion

“What was noise?”

“I’m actually not quite sure” 

“It sounds like pig, but no pigs here, right?”

“Huh, you actually might be on to something Heavy” your head scans the area for any movement.

You turn to see him get up from his seat, walk over a few feet, and bend over a shaded area. 

“Heavy has found hairy pig”

“Hairy pig? Wait, What?”

“Hairy pig”

His huge hand ventures under the shade and pulls out a small, squirming, pig-like creature.

“No way! It’s a baby javelina!”

He looks at you with slight confusion as he looks at the grunting baby quizzically.

“Is baby? Where is mother?”

“It must’ve gotten separated from its group, I’m sure we can still find them”

You looked around, wondering if the family could still be nearby.

 As if to answer your question, you found a group of six javelinas, all gorging themselves on the sandviches heavy left behind.

“Ah, there is mother, and rest of family” 

Heavy bends over and lets the squealing baby skitter over to its family.

“Leetle baby may eat with family. Heavy can always make more sandvich”

You and Heavy stood and watched the family eat in relative silence, being careful not to disturb them. Eventually, the family left and walked off. 

After a while, you two found yourselves sitting back where you were.

“You know what hairy pigs were, yes?” 

“Uh, yeah! Javelinas”

“Hm, tell Heavy more about Javelinas”

“Oh, okay! Well, did you know that baby javelinas are called “reds” 

due to the reddish coloration of their fur? They use that to hide from predators looking for an easy meal”

Heavy’s eyes widen. 

“What predators?”

“Oh tons” you counted on your fingers “pumas, bobcats, coyotes, and even desert hawks will try and snatch a baby if their lucky”

“Hm, very dangerous for hairy pigs, yes?” 

“Oh yeah, but don’t think their helpless, they can run up to 35 miles per hour and if that doesn’t work, they have tusks and inch long they can use to clack to together to make threatening sounds or lacerate an imposing threat”

“Hm, leetle pigs know how to survive, Heavy respects that”

You continue talking into the night until you part your ways to head to bed. 

However Heavy will always remember that night where he met the family of hairy pigs.

Engineer and the Armadillo 

It was a calm morning during a ceasefire and today your body decided to get up earlier than usual.

4 AM to be exact (thanks internal clock). 

Knowing that there was no point in going back to sleep, you decided to bring a cup of coffee and some apple slices to your favorite Texan.

You already had a gut feeling that he wouldn’t be in his quarters, so you headed for the garage. 

After giving a quick knock, you heard clattering and a groggy voice respond.

“Ah, innna’ minute!” 

You internally cringed when when he opened the door.

He had bags under his eyes and motor oil and a mix of other gunk was evenly distributed across his entire body. 

In short, he looked like a total mess.

“Hey Engie, pulled another all-nighter ey?”

He gave an exhausted sigh but then lightly chuckled.

“Heh, ya know it, but ahm’ not sure if I should be happy or a lil’ upset that you’re startin’ ta figure out mah’ unhealthy habits”

He turns to the side, letting you in.

“Either way ahm’ impressed”

“Aw shucks Engie, you’re to kind”

You gave a joking swat at his comment but then set down the fruit and coffee.

“I hope I remembered what you liked in your coffee”

You see the slight widening of his smile as you offered him the caffeinated beverage.

He took it and gave it a few chugs, much to your surprise.

“Ah, perfect way to start ma’ mornin!”

You gave a laugh as he continued to chug the drink, gazing at the cluttered up garage.

Bits of machinery were thrown about everywhere, most of it being deconstructed sentries.

“So, whatcha ya been working on?”

Engineer looked around at the parts, using his non-gloved hand to munch on an apple slice.

“Eh, been tinkerin’ mostly, trying to boost efficiency and practicality”

He strolls over to one of his blueprints, eying it like it just insulted his mother.

“But as per usual, nothin’ but dead ends and another sleepless night”

Your next sympathetic words were cut off when the sound of a falling pile of metal stole both your attentions. 

“Dammit, ah just sorted those!”

The angry hard hat stormed over to the pile, ready to cuss it out, but he suddenly froze.

“Engie? You ok?”

“How the hell did ya get in here?”

You walked over to him and saw what he was talking to, and was met with an odd discovery.

A Nine-Banded armadillo huddled in a corner.

“Ah! Engie you have a friend!”

He let out a hearty laugh and put his hands on his hips.

“That ah do! But, he’s the last thing ah want in mah garage”

He went moved to pick it up but you quickly stopped him.

“Wait! Nine-banded armadillo are known to carry leprosy! It’s best to do it with both your hand gloved!”

“Ah, right, beats gettin’ a trip to Medic’s”

He hastily rummaged around for another glove as you grabbed the apple slices that were left.

When he came back, he used his now, fully gloved, hands to hurriedly wrangle and grab the armored visitor.

“There we go ya lil’ stinker! Huh, must’ve got in when ah left the garage door open for some air”

As he held it out by the rim of its shell, you got a better look at the calmed beast.

“Wow, it’s beautiful! I’ve never seen one this close…”

Engineer gave a light grin as you fawned over the armadillo and he gently rubbed its shell.

“Heh, I remember these guys from back home. Saw em’ all over Texas but never really looked into em’”

Your eyes lit up at this.

“Of course! They’re all over Texas and in the southern half of the country, but they can be found as far north as the Missouri and Iowa state line!”

You offered the Armadillo an apple slice and it began to nibble the fruit.

“Well ah’ll be darned! You do know a lot about your critters.”

You continued to state little facts about the animal as he walked it outside and far enough away so it won’t get the idea of coming back.   

“Did you know that they can swim and hold their breath for six minutes? Oh! And that sum guy tried to shoot one but its armor managed to ricochet the bullet into its face?!”

All the while, Engie was beaming like the morning sun.

Not only did you make his all nighter seem worth it, but it also helped him get some new ideas for his machines. 

***

Ah! This turned out so well! Sorry it took awhile! Should I do part 3?

This is a new fanfic I'm writing, and with the help and motivation my sister is giving me, hopefully I could finish it.

This was inspired by her and the "Russian Mythology" tag from AO3. I don't know how I ended up here, but yeah, here we are.

Hope you all enjoy reading this, because I think I was trying too hard to sound cool and professional.

Just Like Cupid and Psyche

(Ships included: Heavy/Medic, Spy/Scout's Ma, Demo/Soldier/Zhanna, Scout/Ms. Pauling)

[Or course, these ships will be featured in later chapters]

"If you saw me, perhaps you would fear me, perhaps adore me, but all I ask of you is to love me. I would rather you would love me as an equal than adore me as a god."

Chapter 1:

This famous quote is known by many, and even if one doesn't know it, they could also guess. This famous quote came from Cupid, the god of love. Despite this, however, he himself is not immune to the powers of love and his own arrows. Many know how this story goes: A goddess who was jealous of a mortal woman's beauty sent out her son to embarrass her. Stricken by the woman's beauty, he succumbed to his own love arrows. Their love was so strong that it carried them through impossible challenges and denial. They came together in the end, forever in love.

Now, we're going to focus on the quote shown. To Cupid and Psyche, they were a god and a human, respectively. But what about mythological creatures and humans instead of gods and humans? Not common, but not uncommon either.

Some would love to have a romantic partner who is not of the same species. It's sort of a way of flaunting; showing off your unique partner to provoke envy, admiration, or fear, perhaps. Of course, not everyone would do the same thing. Some like to keep the relationship a secret. We don't blame them; everyone has their preferences.

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It was like any other normal day. Obviously, one doesn't need to list out the activities they do in a day throughout their life. All the days in everyone's life start out with them getting up, brushing their teeth then their hair, and then accidentally slipping down the stairs because they slipped on a discarded paper on the ground. Wait, not many people get into that problem. Not for Jeremy, he gets into that a lot because of his untidiness.

He landed near the foot of the staircase. His back pressed painfully against the stair steps, arms propped on both sides and head titled back. The attempt to stop himself from falling any further down the stairs backfired on him. Ouch, he'll probably get more bruises now.

It is not uncommon for the youngest brother of the family to get into such troubles. While he hasn't yet gotten to his job, all his other brothers have probably already left at an early hour. He goes to the kitchen to prepare himself some breakfast. Toast and eggs with a side of bacon surely will do. He sits down at the table and munches on his food.

"Good morning, sweetheart," said a woman's voice coming into the kitchen. She had on light makeup and her hair in an 80s style. She smiled brightly at Jeremy as she walked over to the counter to prepare her own breakfast. A small stack of pancakes with syrup and blueberries was then placed beside him, and the woman sat next to him.

"Hey ma, how did you sleep?" Jeremy asked fondly, watching as his mother gracefully ate her breakfast. His mother nodded, not wanting to talk while food was in her mouth. Really, that would be gross.

"I slept alright, darling. Better hurry with that plate of yours, you don't want to be late for work now." His mother said, pinching her son's cheek in a teasing, motherly way. Jeremy chuckled, but did as he was advised. He finished his breakfast and said goodbye to his mother before heading to work.

His chosen transportation is a red bike that sat proudly in the garage. Unlike his other brothers, Jeremy prefers riding on a motorbike, perhaps because it gives him a sense of freedom and independence. He puts on his helmet - safety first - and climbs on, inserting and twisting the key. The engine begins purring as it comes to life and Jeremy speeds out onto the open streets.

The place he worked at was a diner a few minutes away from his house. Because of his almost inexperienced life, he had no other choice than to choose the one job that would at least provide enough money to keep one person alive. Upon arriving at the diner, he parked his bike and casually entered the diner. The bell above the door chimed as he did so. He never really liked the damn thing.

Inside the diner wasn't so busy, but it wasn't devoid of customers either. He started working almost immediately, taking orders and bringing out drinks and food to the customers. The diner wasn't big, fancy, or anything special, but it still got regulars daily. In fact, Jeremy was good friends with one or two of the regulars there, and he knew that they were coming.

Waiting around when he had nothing to do, he glances at the clock ever so often to time his greeting perfectly. Then, at the perfect moment, Jeremy went to open the door as soon as two customers approached. One was a tall, slim lady with black hair and mint green eyes. She wore black glasses that hung on her nose bridge, along with a matching purple dress and heels. Walking beside her was a stout man. On his head he wore a hardhat, a pair of black-tinted goggles so his eyes are almost invisible, with black overalls and a red shirt.

"Hey Ms. Pauling, hey Dell!" Jeremy greeted his friends with joy and energy. They sat in the furthest corner booth of the diner and, without looking at the menu, ordered their usual meal. Jeremy didn't need to listen to half of the ramblings of theirs to note down their meals. He sped off to the kitchen to give the note, then back to the front to make them both steaming hot cups of coffee.

These two workaholics come here only on Thursdays, and when they first came, Jeremy had already taken an interest in the young lady. He wouldn't say it, but as soon as he saw her, he changed his mind completely about nerdy-looking girls. He had tried to flirt with her on multiple occasions, almost all of his attempts fell on deaf ears. Dell noticed though, but he couldn't help, or didn't want to.

"So, what's new?" Jeremy sat down beside Dell, putting his face into his hand as it propped itself on the white, plastic table. His break doesn't last long; he could be doing anything during those short minutes, but he'd rather hang around his friends.

Dell swallowed a large gulp of coffee and set the cup down with a 'thunk' sound. "Ah, nothing much, just the usual," Dell replied neutrally, a small smile plastered on his face.

Ms. Pauling didn't look exactly into the conversation, considering how she looked up with confusion. Jeremy hated when they told him "the usual" when it came to the topic of work. Nothing new ever came up, and even if there was, it was always kept secret.

Jeremy got tired of pestering Dell to tell him something else about his work, and even attempted to ask Ms. Pauling, which obviously did not work out. Looking for a change of topic, Jeremy played with the notepad that sat in his breast pocket, occasionally clicking the ballpoint pen a few times. He knew some of Dell and Ms. Pauling's friends, but never met them or even knew their names. He knows them through their occupation.

"So, how's the doc then? He still crazy like how you told me?" Jeremy asked in a joking manner, poking at Dell's bicep to get his attention. Of course, the engineer responded with a breathy laugh, almost like an exhale.

"He's doing alright, son. You don't have to worry about him," Dell said, ruffling Jeremy's hair. He chuckled and slapped at Dell's hand; the scene displayed was almost that of a father and son moment. He had always seen Dell as a father figure, more so than his own biological father. He was always away for work, had never been there for almost half of Jeremy's life. It was a sad thought, knowing you see a potential father in a friend but acknowledging the fact that your own father was still there.

Jeremy pushed those thoughts to the back of his head. He could always vent about that later. Right now, he needs to focus on getting information from Dell. He poked him again, using it as an excuse so the engineer would ask him about his intentions. Surely enough, it worked, and Dell looked a little bit more irritated.

"You never told me the guy's name," Jeremy started, his face in a pout. Soon, Dell's own expression calmed down as he leaned back and relaxed.

"His name's Ludwig, Jeremy. If you'd like, I could always introduce you two on the weekends," Del said finally after a pause, probably taken aback by Jeremy's question. The boy doesn't often care for people outside of his social circle unless he takes a liking to them, like Ms. Pauling and him.

Jeremy beamed at him, hitting his friend's shoulder lightly and playfully before getting back to work. He practically jumped out of his seat and sped to the counter, where three friends were hanging out and chatting. Ms. Pauling, after the conversation, finally looked up to meet Dell's eyes.

"Why did you have to tell him that? You know that guy is a little too unhinged for Jeremy to handle. Even he acknowledges that fact." Ms. Pauling said in a calm manner, almost scolding Dell for giving in to Jeremy's request.

Dell shrugged with a huff. Ms. Pauling did not ask any further.

End of chapter one, people! Anyways, I'm sure I'll be posting and updating more on this fanfic.

Chapter 2 preview of "Just Like Cupid and Psyche"

I'm going to my math class now, see ya (btw I'm writing this in my notes app)

Chapter 2 of "Just Like Cupid and Psyche" is here! Finally, I can't believe I took so long to write this. Anyways, please enjoy!

I am also working on 2 side projects, so chapter 3 will come even later. Just a warning, otherwise everyone will wonder why chapter 3 is not out yet.

Just Like Cupid and Psyche

Chapter 2:

The once pristine white room was now covered in red. Some of the colored spots were darker than the others, indicating that they had been splattered a while ago. The room was like an empty abandoned surgery room, but with an addition of two people.

One of the two people was standing, looming over the other that was laying on the operation table. Their eyes were wild, pupils looking frantically in every direction in search of a way out, any kind of escape, but there was nothing they could do. The straps holding the "patient" down was tight, creating purple bracelets around their wrists. It bruised them and their hands were cold to the touch, as if all of the blood was drained.

The looming figure was stitching up an incision he had made somewhere around the other person's neck, humming a tune to himself as if his actions were ordinary. The heart monitor was beeping almost at a rapid pace due to the panic the "patient" felt.

It took about 2 and a half hours for the person to calm down. Their breathing slowed, and so did their heart rate. The frantic eyes went still, staring at the empty ceiling. Their heart stopped beating, and the other person sighed. Of course, not all "patients" would survive a surgery like this, especially when they didn't ask for it.

The man removes the restraints and drops the lifeless body onto the floor. The sound of wings flapping lands next to the body. A dove coos and cocks its head curiously, looking at the corpse on the dirty floor. It pecks the cheek of the body, unmoving and cold, but it doesn't react. Losing interest almost immediately, the bird flies to find a higher spot to perch. It lands on the shoulder of the standing man, rubbing its head against the man's face.

The mysterious man moves to turn on the lights in the room, needing more than just the operation table's light to see and clean up his mess. The lights came on, and the room didn't look so sinister anymore. Of course, the sight would still disgust and terrify someone if they weren't a friend of the man.

The dove kept cooing, closing its eyes and fluffing up its feathers as the man began to scratch its little head. It was an affectionate action. He started as he suddenly became aware of the flock of doves perched on the ceiling beams, huddled up together and cooing.

He stares at them, then a warm smile comes as he stretches his arms to both sides. The birds come flying down, each perching neatly on his arms and making space for others. Some land themselves onto his head, messing up his hair so it becomes their ideal nest.

"You are all so spoiled." The man cooed back to the birds, rubbing his cheeks against the two birds on his shoulders. He lowered one arm to open the door, then resumed holding it up as the birds that fled came back. He walked out of the room, leaving the body and the messy operation room for later.

The birds finally let him have his arms back, and he begins cleaning and sanitizing the room. He drags the body to a cold storage and leaves it there alongside all the other rotting corpses. He really needs to get rid of those soon; observing the decomposition of the human body can be delayed till next time when he has the correct equipment. And a good amount of funding.

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Dell sat in his workshop, tinkering with some machines he happened to pick up from the side of the road. It's always nice to see a broken machine, then taking it home to see what's wrong with it. At least, that logic applies to the hardworking engineer.

Jeremy was sitting close by on a stool, sipping his BONK! from a straw. He had been sitting there for quite a while now, just watching Dell tinker with whatever it is that he found and occasionally cringe at the small exclamations that Dell blurts out every now and then.

It was just another slow, lazy Saturday. No rushing, no nothing. Jeremy lifts his feet off the ground and sway them as he sat on the stool, staring lazily and sleepily at the engineer at work. "When are we gonna do something fun?" Jeremy spoke, his voice laced with tiredness and annoyance. The engineer didn't reply. He huffs a laugh through his nostrils and continue working on the load of metal.

Feeling like he was being ignored, Jeremy gets up and walks out of the workshop, and into Dell's house. Basically, the workshop is the garage. Jeremy wanders through Dell's living room, looking through various car magazines and books on his shelf. Then, he comes into the kitchen, grabs a slice of cheese wrapped in plastic, and starts munching slowly on it.

There was nothing out of the ordinary in his home, nothing interesting to know about; it was just a standard American house. On the walls were pictures of him and his father, Fred Conagher. There were also pictures of him and the rest of the family. There weren't many pictures of them in the present, only when he was younger. Jeremy knew well that Dell wouldn't mind him wandering the house and peeking into places he wasn't supposed to be, and that's exactly what he was doing. He sat on the floor near the stairs, flipping through a photo album.

Some pages contain old pictures of a man Jeremy has never seen - obviously because he's dead - and pictures containing moments of Dell with his parents and brothers. He seemed happy in those pictures, happier than he is now. Maybe if he had someone living with him, he wouldn't be so alone. But alas, he has nobody. He has no spouse, no mother, no children; his father went missing when he was in his 20s, and his older brothers, who are twins (they're triplets), Zed and Maynard, were still back in Texas.

Jeremy never knew much about his two other brothers, but what he does know is that they are all engineers. He has heard stories about those two; Dell loves to talk about his family and work. Apparently, they are running a company called the "Conagher Express", and it was said to be quite reliable.

"Snooping around as usual, aren't we boy?" Dell said from behind Jeremy, making him jump onto his feet. He laughs, a fatherly sort of laugh; he could be a really good father if he had children. Jeremy starts fuming, closing the book and setting it down in a drawer a little too harshly. Dell's expression softens further, and he grows more concerned by the next second.

"Yo, hey, I'm not mad. I was just being cheeky," Jeremy panicked and raised his hands up like he was surrendering to the cops. Dell's expression changed as soon as he said so, and he let out a long sigh. Dell was always the sentimental guy, caring for people's feelings a little too much, while disregarding his own. Dell chuckled awkwardly after they both stood there and stared at each other, then led Jeremy to the kitchen for lunch.

Jeremy calls his mother while Dell prepares their meal. He usually stays with Dell on weekends after they became friends, and even though his mother knows this, he still calls her to make sure she knows when he's coming home. Dell cooks while he whistles some tune. Jeremy couldn't be sure which song that is, but he really likes "Sex Bomb" by Tom Jones; Dell never wants to listen to it with him.

"So, which other friends of yours am I gonna be meeting? You did say that he was coming over," Jeremy asked while they ate. It was mostly silence, after all, they didn't have much in common to talk about, other than the fact that they met at the diner where Jeremy worked.

Dell nods, placing his fork down on the table and leans back in his chair. Jeremy stares in confusion; what was this man even doing? It always catches him off guard when Dell does something like this. In the midst of confusion, Dell raises his hand and starts counting down from five to one. This raises even greater confusion.

When Dell hand is held tightly in a fist, a sort of aggressive knock was heard at the front door. Dell chuckled again. He stands up from his seat and approaches the front door, and Jeremy followed. On the other side of the door was a man, taller than him and the engineer; he looks about the average height though. Over his head was an ill fitting helmet that covers his eyes. Exactly how does he see under that? And how was he permitted to drive a car with it?

Dell embraced the man and welcomed him into the house. Jeremy would have thought that they were dating if it wasn't for Dell asking about the man's wife. The man's laughter was loud, like a roar, echoing through Dell's home. Jeremy could see them getting along somehow.

"Jeremy, Jane. Jane, Jeremy." Dell said as he sat the man down on the couch. This guy's name is Jane? A girl's name? Jeremy scoffs and laughs to himself. This has to be a joke, it just has to. No way are any parents going to name their son a girl's name, that's just ridiculous!

Unfortunately, Jeremy was proven that this was indeed the case. Jane's full name was Jane Doe; why is his entire name a joke? "Unidentified female corpse"? Seriously? Jeremy kept his composure as they talked, trying his hardest not to laugh at the man's whole identity. The young boy found out that Jane was a former soldier, but not many people have high regards for him. After he fulfilled his duties, he studied to become a lawyer. He was, apparently, a public defender. Another surprising thing is that he was a priest in another state. This left Jeremy speechless. How can a man like him be in those occupations?

Dell was genuinely surprised as well when he first met Jane a while back, but it has become apparent that this was a very normal thing for him. Dell comes out of the kitchen after a while, letting Jeremy sit and converse with Jane. He places down in front of the both of them a can of plutonium berry flavoured BONK! and a BH sandwich. Next to the can of soda was a silly straw, which Jeremy happily accepts. Jane picks up his BH sandwich and carefully take a bite, making sure no honey was oozing out the other side and falling onto Dell's coffee table.

Dell sits down next to Jane and reads a book while he finishes his snack. Jeremy sips sort of nervously on his drink, occasionally darting his eyes around the room to find something to talk about. "So, Jane, you go on business trips a lot? I mean, considering you're a lawyer and stuff." Jeremy popped the question, trying to sound as casual as possible. He was sitting next to two successful people, and he is stuck with a dead-end job and living with his mom; he can't blow this for himself.

"Yes, I travel a lot to help the fine citizens of America! They have done nothing wrong and should not be sentenced to prison!" Jane bellowed proudly. He sure does love America, doesn't he? Half the time Jeremy spent with him was him talking about America.

"Thanks for protecting us, fine citizens," Jane said. "We appreciate it," Dell added, emphasizing "fine citizens" as a joke. The ex-soldier didn't catch that joke and only nodded enthusiastically. Jeremy didn't notice that Jane had finished his sandwich.

"Listen, Jane, I know it's sudden and all, but you never introduced me to your wife before. What's she like?" Dell asked, patting his shoulder.

Jeremy thought for a while, and jumped to the conclusion that his wife must be as loud as him to be able to bear listening to the American anthem and the Pledge of Allegiance every morning. Seriously, Jeremy hated doing that every Monday morning back in high school. Not that he doesn't love his country; it just gets really boring.

Jane shakes his head at the request, his smile disappearing almost immediately. "No can do, Engie, she has asked me to make sure she remains a secret! Don't ask why." Jane replied.

Jeremy and Dell stop questioning the ex-soldier about his life and move on to something else. They end up spending the entire afternoon together, after which Jane and Jeremy set off for home early in the evening. They wave goodbye to each other and part ways. Jeremy had an odd sense of foreboding. For some random reason, he expected that his interaction with Jane's friends would get weird, even weirder than it was supposed to be.

Wow, only a mention of Medic? Yes, I like it that way. Anyways, thank you for reading and to all those who like this. I appreciate you all so much 💝.

(Also, a "BH sandwich" means "banana and honey sandwich" sandwich)

"Just Like Cupid and Psyche" chapter 3 preview because I'm getting unmotivated, but don't worry, it will come, just very late.

Bye 😞

Chapter 9 is out!

I misquoted in my heavy x medic post, it was chapter 9 that quoted not 8!! Either way, Ten’s a crowd has been updated!

Read it here!

[NO TITLE/ORIGINAL TITLE SCRAPPED]

Date started: 24th August, 2024

Date finished: 27th August, 2024

[Any typos made in here will or won't be fixed, I don't have the patience for fixing them]

Chapter 1

Amidst the falling snow piling on the ground and on top of roofs and trees, the battle below raged on without a care in the world; of course, that is if you count trying not to get blown up, sliced open, stabbed in the back or anywhere on your body and burned alive. However, being killed countless times has become a norm in the job; with the Respawn machine always bringing them back from or before they passed the astral plane, dying is like a "game over" in your typical video game.

Footprints from the mercenaries' boots imprinted themselves in the layers of snow, bullets and bodies drops to the ground here as they are riddled with said bullets. Classes on both sides try their best to score points by killing each other, while some would rather be stealing kills from their teammates who put effort into eliminating the ememy. It was just another typical day in the Cold Front for both the BLU and RED team.

Pushing the front lines to capture the RED's second control point was a BLU Übercharged Heavy. Like every heavies, he protected a BLU Medic behind him, who was providing him his invincibility. At best, the BLU Medic looks tired, bored even, but it still was sort of hard to tell with the medical mask covering his face at all times. His breath comes in the form of cloudy fogs, soon merging with the cold atmosphere of his surroundings.

Everyday was the same, with no new excitement or something to lift his spirit and give him motivation to even get himself out of bed; all his current experiments were pushed back because of the weather, the doctor was given a constant series of headaches because of Scout followed by the unnecessary scolding of their team's Soldier after every round. With the same repetitive cycle day after day, Medic was beginning to feel like his health was declining.

At the moment, the cold wasn't helping him or the situation he was in. Having to wear two winter coats to shield himself from the cold, and to also to protect his exposed chest, it was beginning to get a bit suffocating. He was taken out of his trance was he noticed Heavy running in front of him. Out of breath because of the winter coats and the cold, he ran up right behind him while his invulnerability wore off.

The last control point was seized by the BLU team and the Administrator's voice came through the speakers, announcing the obvious winning team. The REDs groaned in defeat and all retreated back to their bases. Everyone in the BLU team was congratulating the heavy for securing their victory as they were heading back, Medic felt left out, and he frowned at that; the last control point would not have been won if it wasn't for him and his Über. Despite the ridiculous situation, Medic didn't speak up about his conflictions. Right now, he just needs to get back into the base where everything was warmer.

As soon as Medic passed under the base's door frame, he nearly sprinted to his infirmary. This wasn't a shock to the rest of the team, and they chuckled among themselves; the doctor always had his chest out in the open, it was no wonder why he was shaking to the core and was glad to be somewhere warmer. The infirmary had a heater in the corner, something that some places in the base doesn't have, and he immediately rushed over to turn it on. The room grew warmer by each passing minutes, and Medic relaxed in his chair.

The infirmary was filled with the heater's warmth, with the addition of a few doves cooing on the ceiling beams. Medic placed his legs on the table, crossing one over the other as he gazed at the ceiling, pondering about his life. As previously stated, his life has been quite boring, everything was the same day after day.

What's worse was that he didn't even get along with his Heavy. Yes, they were in quite a stable friendship, and this started a few months back. But Medic started to realize that Heavy did not mean to propose actual friendship, but rather something that tied Medic to him, something that was meant to guilt trip him everytime Heavy was denied of a favour. When confronting Heavy about that matter, the doctor was met with a rather nasty argument. He meant to solve it in a peaceful way, a way that meant they could still keep that friendship, but instead he has broken all ties to Heavy. That didn't mean that he still doesn't need to heal or Übercharge him on the field, or communicate with him during mandatory team meetings and every other days.

Medic looked over to his shoulder, a weight has settled on it and it appeared to be Archimedes. He smiled softly and scratched the bird's head. "You alvays know vhen daddy's upset, don't you?" Medic said sadly, still taking in the comfort of his pet dove. The other doves on the beams flew down, surrounding Medic in a nest of doves. This didn't bother him, rather it gave him more comfort.

Interrupting this moment was a loud crash coming from outside the infirmary, startling Medic and the doves. They flew cautiously back on the ceiling beams and Medic jumped out of his chair, sprinting to the door. He opened it and rushed out, the door slamming on the wall behind it; Medic hoped he didn't break the door, the repair will be going to his paycheck if he did, and he needed all the money he can save up. There was another crash, this time sounding like someone dropped to the floor. Medic skidded across the floor into the common room, where he found the RED Scout trying to escape with the intelligence and the RED Heavy brawling with his own.

Pulling the bonesaw he kept on his belt out, the doctor charged into the fight. He managed to stab the RED Scout, making him drop the briefcase. He kicked it away from the common room, getting it to slide under a table nearby. He wondered where the rest of the team was and why they weren't rushing to help.

The doctor then turned his attention to the two Heavies fighting each other. In a desperate attempt to help his friend, he stabbed the RED Heavy in his side to which he cried out in pain. He swinged his arm in Medic's direction, flinging him half way across the room. He fell flat on the floor, his head colliding quite painfully against it and his exposed chest hurting from the impact taken. Medic's vision blurred, probably because his glasses dropped somewhere, but he started to feel lightheaded. He was having a concussion. Catching a glimpse of the RED Heavy escaping from the BLU Heavy's attack, Medic passed out on the floor a bit away from them. That's going to have an impact on his health, and reputation.

When the doctor awoken, he used one arm to support himself as he sat up, the other went to his head then to his chest, holding it to ease the headache he was experiencing and soothing the pain before he gets a heart attack next. Taking a look around the room, it was completely wrecked, but gladly the briefcase was still where he left it. There was blood all over the floor, and the RED Scout's body was picked up by Respawn. There was no sign of his Heavy within the room, and no other teammates for that matter. He was left to clean up yet another mess.

Getting up and regaining his balance, he first began picking up his bonesaw and putting it back into his belt, then the things that fell on the floor and putting them back on wherever they were before. The only thing that was broken was a stool, surprisingly, which he supposed Heavy used to hit the RED. Without worrying about getting the wooden splinters stuck in his hand because of the latex gloves, he picked up the broken pieces of wood carefree.

Immediately after he finished cleaning up the mess on the floor, a distinct sipping sound presented itself behind him. Whipping his head back, he found Sniper standing behind him, leaning against the door frame. Without a proper "hello", Medic stalked towards him and grabbed him by the shirt collar. This surprised the taller man, and he looked at the doctor in confusion.

"Vhere in zhe hell vere you vhen ve got ambushed?!" Medic said angrily, releasing Sniper's shirt collar and pushing him back with one hand. Any kind of arguments, excuses, explanations or insults thrown at Medic by the marksman fell to deaf ears as he resumed his duty of tidying up the common room. Sniper stormed off in a fit of rage, swearing under his breath, something having to do about Medic being "a pissy faux".

Medic went to the broom closet to retrieve a mop. First, he filled a bucket to wet the thing then squeezed it, making sure it's not too wet. He came back and began the last thing of the tidying up of the common room. Medic mopped up all the blood, having to go back and forth to clean the mop. As he cleaned, he noticed another trail of blood, seemingly dragging itself away from the other pools of blood. Upon further inspection, the trail led him to the back of the base. Was this where the RED Heavy escaped to?

Medic positioned the mop against a wall, first making sure that it wouldn't fall then he snuck out to the back, where Medic assumed the RED Heavy bled out and died, then hopefully got picked up by Respawn. Surprisingly, he was still alive. He sat next to the workshop's door, but the engineer wasn't in there, nor was there any sign of Pyro being present and guarding it with a few sentries; there was absolutely nothing to protect the back from being ambushed, it was no wonder how they got in.

Medic leaned out slightly from the wall he leaned against, the corner scratching against his chest. Damn, he really need to get a new shirt and coat soon, this just won't do.

The RED Heavy held onto the injury on his side with a tight grip, all the while pressing his back against the cold wall of the base. It was still snowing, but it seemed like nothing but a minor inconvenience to the Russian man. Medic watched the man, his shallow breath and the RED Heavy's laboured breath coming in the form of fog in the cold. Medic reached for his bonesaw on his belt, gripping lightly on the handle as he remained in the same position, watching the enemy Heavy. There was nothing interesting about watching him slowly bleed out, but it was the only thing Medic could do, other than killing him, of course.

Medic's grip stayed light on the bonesaw's handle. The sight of the Heavy just slowly dying brought a weird feeling to him, a feeling that reminded him that he was in that situation before; when there was no one to help him, he sat against the wall and bleed out, watching the scout pick up the health kit he so desperately needed; it was a horrible feeling.

The doctor released his grip on his weapon and slowly stepped back. He can't kill him like that. Yes, he was the enemy and he ambushed the BLU base on ceasefire, but Medic couldn't bring himself to kill a helpless guy, not while not being on the battlefield; he had sympathy too, unlike the RED Medic, who sees all life forms as "disposable". He left the RED Heavy alone, resuming his duty cleaning up the mess in the base. Medic was sure that the RED Heavy could simply drag himself back to his place, otherwise Respawn had his back.

The absolute bloodshed on the battlefield was sending surges of adrenaline through every mercenaries' blood, like always. This time, Medic finally got himself a new uniform instead of wearing the torn apart one from all the other times; he finally feel warmer within the confine of his one thick winter coat. As usual, he followed his Heavy around, occasionally healing his other teammates when he encountered them.

The BLU's second point was about to be capped, and the doctor would not allow it. Leaving Heavy's side, he ran towards the second point to defend it; as a one man army, he will obviously die, but it was worth trying, it's been quite a while since he was able to attack an enemy on his own. On his way to the second furthest point of the Cold Front, Medic slipped on the snow multiple times, some times he barely got a grip of himself and regain balance. It was embarrassing, and Medic was sure he will not be able to defend anything if he kept it up.

As soon as he got there, the doctor encountered the RED Heavy. Suddenly, he got cold feet, so he stood there and watched as the point slowly get capped. The RED Heavy turned to look at him, then immediately started revving up his minigun, ready to open fire if Medic approached. It came as a surprise to the RED Heavy when Medic didn't attempt to make a single move, not even moving to grab his syringe gun or crossbow.

Internally, Medic screamed at himself to do something, to kill him. Just because he began to feel sympathetic for the the enemy once, doesn't mean he can't kill him cold-blooded on the battlefield. Still, Medic couldn't bring himself to kill the RED Heavy after encountering him in that state the day before. Making up his mind one last time, he pulled out the crossbow, aiming and ready to shoot.

All too soon, the point was capped and that was another win for the RED team. Not wanting his team to catch him in such a state, he ran the opposite way to the RED Heavy back to his team. Stealthily sneaking into Respawn then walking out hastily to give the impression he just died, Medic approached the group of blue uniforms wearing mercs. They were, again, complaining about their defeat; the RED team always seemed to have to upper hand. No one paid much attention as to why the doctor wasn't present at the time their defeat was announced, assuming he was shot down by a sniper.

Medic walked back to the base with his team, all bickering about a poker game that were about to play that evening to relieve some stress. Looking behind his back, he noticed the RED team spending a little more time outside playing in the snow. It was always frequent to see the REDs hanging out with each other outside the base, but that wasn't what caught his attention. Rather, it was the RED Heavy who was, as well, present; he just stood there, a little away from his team, watching the BLUs as they head back into the base. Strange.

[This has a second chapter, but it is unfinished and won't be finished. I won't answer any questions regarding this fanfic]

[NO TITLE/ORIGINAL TITLE SCRAPPED]

Date started: 27th August, 2024

Date finished Unfinished: 1st September

[Just Like with the first chapter, any typos in the fic will or won't be fixed]

Chapter 2

Medic was waiting for a cut he made in Spy's chest to heal up after a successful lung transplant. Occasionally, he would prod at it with his scalpel, making the healing process take a longer time to finish; seriously, this man really should stop smoking before his entire body decay while he's still alive. It was a good thing he actually stayed back for long enough to extract the RED Spy's lungs before he was taken into Respawn. How was the RED Spy healthier than his? When the spy woke up, he quietly thanked the doctor and exited the infirmary, lighting yet another cigarette and outting it between his lips.

Medic slouched in his chair, leaning his head back against the chair's headrest, sighing with a longing to get back to the exciting life he used to have; illegally experimenting on people, stealing money for fund, malpracticing in hospitals, running from the police, etc... things like that. The only sort of interesting - if not exciting - thing that happened to him over the past few weeks was the encounter with the RED Heavy.

Medic used to be a social person, but ever since he got the job as a mercenary, he stopped being too social unless he wants to end up being friends with the opposition and get sacked. Medic took his glasses off, and immediately a dove came over and took it away from him, placing it elsewhere. What was he supposed to do in this life? Quite, maybe? But then again, he needed all the money he can get.

Oh well, nothing can change the reality he lived in; it's hard being a doctor, a faux, a mercenary and a weird psychopath with a morbid curiosity all at the same time. Medic waved his hand to get his doves' attention, to which they replied by grabbing his glasses and putting it into his hand. Adjusting the glasses on his nose bridge, he got up from his chair and exited his 'lab'.

The majority of the team was hanging out in the common room, and he thought he might join. He walked into the room and approached Engineer; he was really the only person that gave some sort of attention to his contribution to the team. Medic sat down on the chair nearby, watching as Engineer supposedly prepare a small snack for Scout and Pyro. Medic opened his mouth to begin a conversation, but unfortunately, like all the other times when he tried to spend some quality time with his team, the Administrator's voice came through the speakers and announced that in 45 minutes, the round will start.

Engineer finished up with the snack and gave it to Pyro as soon as he walked in. The engineer looked over and noticed Medic. "Hey doc, how are ya holdin' up?" Engineer said, putting away all the ingredients to prepare the snack.

"I suppose I'm fine. Zhank you for asking, Engineer." Medic said with a smile; finally, a teammate bothered asking about his health during ceasefire. All in general, the BLU team don't usually communicate, but they enjoy each other's company and the silence offered to them. Medic and Engineer made their way to Resupply, preparing their guns and bullets and/or brandishing their melee weapons.

Medic loaded the syringes into his gun and give it a small spin, making sure it was working smoothly and didn't need to make last minute changes to it. Medic snuggled up into his coat, fixed his medical mask and made sure his head mirror won't fall off during the round; that would be very inconvenient, having it fall to the ground and get stepped on, then he has to search for another in his lab or request Ms. Pauling for one.

The timer started and both teams ran out of their perspective bases into the snowy outside. Medic changed his tactics for the round and followed Demoman instead; Heavy was on his own now, but of course, the doctor wouldn't just neglect him, he'll come by every now and then to see if the moment was suitable to deploy an Über. The round was going smoothly, with him only dying a few times, but not any less than all the times before that.

After Demo blew up into tiny pieces, Medic switched over to Soldier, who was shooting rockets aimles while shouting nonsense a racial slurs; he can bare with this, no problem. The first RED point was capped quickly enough, so the round was going smoothly. It was then that the one thing all medics feared most happened, and the doctor wished he had switched back to Heavy earlier. Seeing an opportunity to garden the REDs, BLU Soldier rocket jumped into the sky, dragging Medic with him. Letting out a scream as they soared through the sky, Medic was dropped off elsewhere.

Soldier was nowhere to be found, so surely it was one of those times that he left Medic to die by the enemy's hand again. Getting up and dusting himself, he picked up his Medigun and moved away from where he was. Luck was not on his side that day; he stopped dead in his tracks as he encountered the RED Heavy, mowing down BLUs after BLUs in a bloody rage. The RED Medic was nowhere near him, so the doctor could only assume that he was pocketing someone else.

His realization came a bit too late because once he stopped scanning his surroundings, he was face-to-face with the RED Heavy. No luck fleeing now, the heavy could easily kill him; Medic's fight or flight instincts took over and he shot at the Heavy with his syringe gun while running the opposite way. As an enemy, he naturally ran after him, trying to kill him.

[Fic ends here, there will be no continuation for it. To anyone who would like to continue it, do as you please, but I swear to everything that is good if you don't put credit..]

So, some of you might've seen/read chapter 1 and chapter 2 of a scrapped story I wrote. As I've stated, I will not answer any questions relating to that fanfic, but I was wondering: do some of y'all want me to continue writing that? I mean, I could try, can't guarantee the quality and quantity though.

So, some of you might've seen/read chapter 1 and chapter 2 of a scrapped story I wrote. As I've stated, I will not answer any questions relating to that fanfic, but I was wondering: do some of y'all want me to continue writing that? I mean, I could try, can't guarantee the quality and quantity though.

Can y'all vote, pls, for me?????? I kinda need that answer so I can write it :)

So, some of you might've seen/read chapter 1 and chapter 2 of a scrapped story I wrote. As I've stated, I will not answer any questions relating to that fanfic, but I was wondering: do some of y'all want me to continue writing that? I mean, I could try, can't guarantee the quality and quantity though.

Making a TF2xGF fic about my and my charming darling's TF2 ocs. Anyways, this is what he looks like (he likes green and so do I):

And here's what I look like:

(Both pics created by Picrew, creator is @potato-lord-but-not)

I LOVE ITTTTTT

Hello. Hope you’re doing well and don’t overwork yourself! Many of us are more than willing to lend an ear.

Anyways, if I could, could I request a Yandere Medic x AFAB reader and either headcannons or an imagine (You may chose) of how he would react if the reader kept trying to escape him after being kidnapped, no matter how hard or what he tried?

Thanks! And feel free to ignore this request! And drink water!

A/n: Hello~! I’m doing fine! We’re recovering from a hurricane down here so we’re just getting power back! How about you <3 ALSO I LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH. Growing up I had an interest in yandere’s and how they worked (I played a lot of yan simulator when I was younger-) and I always love to see how people characterize different characters! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!

Yandere Medic Headcanons! 💉❤️‍🩹

Before we even start we have to figure out what type of Yandere is Medic exactly!

Based on his personality and how he acts, I would place him as the Mousougata (Delusional), Kanchigaigata (Wrong Idea), and Sokubakugata (Restraints).

So let’s start with the first two since they are very Similar!

The Delusional and Wrong Idea yanderes tend to create a world in their own mind where you are already their darling, they refuse to accept rejection, ignoring the feelings of their darling and truly believing that they are in love with them the same way that they are in love with them! They will get the wrong idea from a simple interaction, and truly believe that they are in a relationship with their darling.

Now onto Medic!

It could start from when you first joined RED, you were a sweetheart to everyone, bringing them sweets as a way to get to know your new teammates.

When you get to Medic, you have to go to his clinic to meet him. You give him such a big smile as he feels like he just melts.

When he touches your hand, it’s almost as if sparks flew around him, he could suddenly feel the blood pumping in your hands, suddenly he wanted to know you more, he wanted to know Everything about you. Every. Single. Thing.

He would figure out your medical records, researching everything about you, He’ll know things about you that you wouldn’t even know about yourself!

When on the battlefield, he would always pocket you, to the point that other members on the team were beginning to suffer from it. Oh his Liebling had sliver of health? Help is on the way dear! But if Scout was near death? Go find a health back, his darling is more important!

Moving to the Restraints part of it. If he notices that you are beginning to pull away from him, he will not hesitate to drug you next time you come to visit him for a checkup. He can’t have his darling trying to run away now? You two were meant to be together!

He will make it to where you are so sluggish that you have to depend on him whenever you are in a battle, You can’t perform right unless you have ,Medic’s Medigun on you.

“Aww..You look so weak..you need a doctor..don’t you~”

Now onto the Imagine~

You knew he was crazy, but you just thought that was Medic being Medic. But when he started to become more obsessive over you, you started to take a step back. Medic wasn’t Medic anymore…

You were struggling to walk back to your room after struggling to get out of the med bay. You had gone to Medic after feeling sick, he had his back turned to you, and thinking you weren’t paying attention he pulled out a vial of what you noticed to be a sleeping agent. This prompted you to get up and made an escape.

No wonder you were feeling weak…he had been drugging you. All your vitamins, allergy medicines, the fucking shots you had gotten…He was tampering with them to keep them close.

You cried out as you felt a sharp in your leg, you looked down and saw a needle in her leg, she looked back and saw Medic smirking at her.

“and vhere do jou zhink jou’re going?…”

You could feel your body getting weak, and you struggled to crawl away. His footsteps were quiet and calm as he walked up.

“It’s is quite rude to leave before jour check up darling~.” He cooed as he walked over to you, standing over you with a small chuckle. He crouched down to caress your face.

“Jou’ll be out in a few. But don’t vorry. I’ll take good care of you my love~”

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