TF2 x Reader

Medic x Male Reader

Medic x Male Reader

As requested by Creepypastakk

Much appreciated!

--

Being a senior member on the team, you were just about as shocked as everyone else was when you heard that you were getting a new mercenary. That wasn't saying much, of course, since you had only recently taken in Sniper and Spy. Pauling said this one was from Germany, and that he was a doctor. You were immediately excited. Your team needed a healer.

But the day he arrived was a little different.

You couldn't focus at all.

The whole day, you questioned your sexuality.

What could you say? He was... he was hot. Really hot. And that accent was adorable. God, you had never been to Germany, you didn't know anything about it, and yet you seemed totally infatuated. At the moment you were sitting in the training room watching him fire a gun that shot syringes.

"This is ridiculous," He remarks. "Should I not have a pistol or something?"

"Needles are scarier." You tell him.

"First of all, it's not just a needle, it's a hypodermic needle and syringe. Second, I don't want to be scary." He looks at you with those gorgeous blue eyes. "I want to help people."

Your frown and go over to him. "Then why the hell did you take this job?"

"I needed the money," he admits, "but I didn't think I would get it—"

"You took this job for the money?" You scoff. "For a man of science, I thought you'd be smarter." You gently push on his forehead, but he seems slightly offended.

"Some first impression," He mumbles before giving you the gun and walking out.

Good job, you fuckin' blew it.

"No, Medic, I was joking!" You call after him, but that doesn't stop him from walking out of training.

"You're a smooth guy, you know that?" Comes forth a New England accent.

"Off yourself, Scout," You grumble in reply, putting the syringe gun back in its rightful place.

"Aww, poor guy. He's not gay enough to flirt." He teases.

"Aww, poor Scout. You're not straight enough to flirt without Spy's help." You throw back at him, leaving the room. He watches after you, you can feel it, but doesn't say a word. You're glad he doesn't talk back, you're tired of hearing his voice. You just need to focus on the newcomer for now. Just have to win his heart over.

It can't be that hard, right?

Okay so it's been two weeks and he still doesn't want to talk to you. You've tried everything, you swear you have. Meaning... you avoided him and only talked to him when the team had dinner together. But seriously, could he really hold a grudge for that long? Every time you got close to him you would see his face flush red in anger, then yours would get dark in embarrassment, and then Scout would tease you guys about being gay.

Which, when it came to Medic, you definitely were.

He, of course, would yell at Scout that he most certainly was not homosexual, which would hurt you a little more every time. Since you were. Specifically for him.

But this time, you had finally grown a pair. You were going to man up and tell him that you were sorry and explain—well, try to, you aren't good at explaining—your feelings for him.

"Medic?" You called softly, running a hand through your hair nervously.

He looked up at you and frowned. "Are you hurt?"

"N-no," You stumble.

"Then what do you want?"

You bite your lip as you stare into his steely gaze, the very gaze beckoning you to cherish and hold it. "I..." You pause, searching for the words. "I didn't mean to offend you the other day. I wasn't thinking."

His hard gaze turns into a gentle and joking smile, confusing you. "You think I'm holding a grudge?" He chuckles. "Goodness me."

"You aren't?" You ask incredulously. You really thought he was, you really thought he hated you.

"Of course not, mein freund." Okay, maybe he wasn't holding a grudge, but you did just get friend-z-owned.

You try not to think about your own stupid pun.

"It was simple miscommunication." He tells you. "These things happen." He steps toward you. "I understand that. We are only human, after all." The man pats your shoulder. Without thinking, as he begins to take the hand away, you grab it gently. He looks at you, a gentle red dusting his features. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." You tell him. "Just..." You hold his hand up, weaving your fingers with his. To your surprise, he closes his own fingers over yours. "They fit."

"So it may seem." He says back. "What's the meaning of it?"

You struggle for words to explain your feelings. "I don't know." You admit. "But I know I really like it." You see him nod in agreement.

"It appears we may be on the edge of falling into something wonderful." His words are addictive and silky, drawing you ever closer to him in both heart and body.

"Like what?" You venture wistfully.

"I'm not sure.. I've never felt love before... perhaps this is it."

His reply surprises you, being so sudden, but you don't mind at all.