Another Medic Headcanon

Another Medic headcanon

Medic is a surprisingly good singer! He whistles and murmurs lyrics to himself a lot, so it’s no surprise he’s a fan of tunes, not just those of his birds.

When you’re someone who has to go to drastic measures to get the organs, bodies, and medical equipment you need, (including grave robbing, mind you), coming up with ways of convincing your peers becomes essential to the job.

Spy may be a master of disguise, but Medic is more of a deception and manipulation kind of guy. Of course, normally he would never be careful, caring little for the well-being of others, but at times he has to sacrifice that to act more like a ‘professional’ and a ‘doctor’, not to mention ‘not a hired killer’.

So he used his vocal range to his advantage! Medic can easily switch from a smooth baritone to pipsqueak within seconds— from softer than feathers to a harsh yell. He uses it to sell a character that isn’t his own.

Speaking of yelling, Medic is DEFINITELY into releasing his stress by screaming death metal. Without a guitar, he learned how to shred. With a bonesaw. With the amount he has to deal with on a daily basis, can you really blame him? Besides, he enjoys it.

But away from that, what about his voice is really so special? Surely being so distinct in appearance would detract from the show he puts on and the shock factor of switching to a much more agreeable and polite character.

Well, that’s when confidence comes in. As somebody who outplayed the devil himself, it’s safe to say Medic knows how to get what he wants. Outsmarting is one thing, but that requires planning that truly isn’t possible all of the time. So he improvises. That’s how he keeps the mercs alive away from respawn and brings people back from the dead.

Naturally, this gives him an air of authority. He learned exactly how to demand what he wants, be it exotic animal organs, tools, or anesthetic, he knows it all. Sometimes all it requires is the threat of being on the receiving end of the vitasaw, others it requires charm and beguiling charisma to have his way.

Well, either way. Not even spy can figure out exactly how he does it.

Maybe you should ask the birds. They’re always watching.

Im not reblogging to the wrong blog multiple times a day

shutup shutup shutup shutup shutup shutupshutupshutupshut-

YALL I AM SO SORRY THO

ITS REALLY HARD TO REMEMBER ON LONG POSTS TO CHANGE IT.

PLS DONT,, REBLOG THOSE

IF U WANT TO THOE, DO IT ON SNIPERSUGGESTIONS NOT HERE

I APOLOGIZE I HOPE IT DOESNT SPAM YOU GUYS WHEN IM A BIG IDIOT :,)

HAVE SOME ENGIE BEING A GOOD STAND-IN DAD

Medic coming to terms with feelings like butterflies and bursts of excitement when fem reader is around? He doesn't really know what love is or if he does hes stubborn and dismissive of it as a concept.

(Hope this sort of ask is okay, also started reading your fic recently and I love it)

Thank you very much, your compliment means a ton! I’m really glad people are liking the fic so far! B,)

And heck yeah these sorts of asks are okay! I’m pumped to do this one!

MEDIC & FEM READER

Oh, Medic was aware of the concept of “love” alright. Not once had he ever thought it more than a series of chemical reactions, that only brought trouble along with them. (Edgelord)

Technically, he briefly had a license. Having gone through training and watching beside “real” doctors, the number of times he had seen the wrong side of relationships was astounding. Partners abused, unfairly treated, spiteful, arguing, more venomous than snakes. Truly, it gave him the idea that love was merely a reason to stick with somebody for far longer than one should, and to give up on your work.

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in love as a concept, no, but the amount of fantasy brought into such a cut and dry idea left him impassive to it at best.

So when he and you first met, Ludwig found himself baffled at your lack of fear for the doctor, and the confidence you put into your stride, invading his life and the other’s without a care in the world.

He found himself urging you to stay away. After all, these men were dangerous- yet it puzzled him. Why would he? You were a free source of experiment material, not to mention he cared little for others wellbeing, why yours?

It only dawned upon him that he… Rather enjoyed your presence when Archimedes made a display of landing on your wrist, and instead of freaking out or attempting to crush the bird, you merely… Pet it. Stroked it’s feathers with care and… love, that it hit him like a truck.

This man was furious. How dare you come into his life, interfere with his experiments, and drag him into this, this pitfall-

But when he gripped the ubersaw, the look of genuine, pure curiosity and unfiltered exuberance upon seeing it, going so far as to approach the weapon and try and take it in your own hands, that he realized he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He supposed it was because this woman had never been like one he had ever met prior. Miss Pauling understood his excitement but it was unlikely she shared it, and undoubtedly all the other civilians he had met had been put off by his stories…

Passing in the hallways, he recalled the moments in which it felt like a fluttering dove in his chest, he almost checked if Archimedes had somehow gotten in there- But das war nicht der Fall, no. Had it truly been the affection he had ignored out of spite for god this entire time?

Or instances in which the room went electric with thrilled elation at the discovery that a recent experiment was a success, to have somebody who shared their maniacal laughter or smiled despite their clear discomfort, only served to amplify the charge of exhilaration he felt, to share it.

That you were there when he dropped his guard, showed affection towards his doves, or was vulnerable and weak, sickly even, you had stood by his side like a doctor’s assistant. How had he been so blind?

When he discovered you with his coat draped over your shoulders, far too long with the swath of white fabric touching the floor, he had been stunned. You donned it despite it being spattered with red blood as if it were your own, he could only chuckle and gently pry it away when he saw your look of shock at being found out.

When he found you had taken care of the other mercenaries after watching his methods and practicing it on your own so they would not disturb Medic’s intense focus, had the feeling been pride?

The mad doctor decides to allow you to stay, arranging with Miss Pauling for you to be an assistant so that you would not be gunned down upon leaving with company secrets. As much as he loathed the idea of company of the other mercenaries outside of his experiments on heavy and the others, he can’t help but allow the cheerful bounce in his step when you sign your name on the paperwork, and are accepted into your new home at RED.

Hey ya’ll!

Sorry for not posting often! I’ve been caught up in some stuff with the TF2 Suggests universe. Either way, I hope to get back to headcanons soon, you guys have sent in some REALLY good ones and I’m pumped to write them out!

when i think about how Wheatley had a cut line where he was supposed to tell Chell that ‘a man in a suit‘ was looking for her, aka G-Man, it makes me realize that G-Man must’ve gone up to Wheatley and asked him if Chell was up, which prompted him hearing Wheat ramble for like 6 minutes on hibernating test subjects and being worried that most of them are probably dead and he’s gonna be incinerated for not keeping an eye on em. in general, thinking about Wheatley and G-Man interacting has me in tears

support class with a clingy and needy s/o? like always wants to be with them, sitting on their lap, holding hands, etc but also is careful not to annoy them too much

Support Classes with a Clingy S/O?

I hope I got the gist of this ask, I think I might have derailed just a bit but hopefully this is what you were looking for! 

Image is from tf2gallery!

Medic:

Honestly, his experiments can certainly get loud at times, and the infirmary having as many doves in it as it does, having his future S/O there wasn’t quite an issue.

It was their constant need to be next to him that he was baffled by. Wielding sharp tools for surgery, he now had to be mindful that there was somebody directly beside him as they watched intently. Eventually, he tried finding ways to make them comfortable, seeing as they seemed to enjoy his enthusiasm-- (And having someone who was less terrified of him was a welcome change, if not a bit worrying for other reasons), it always seemed to bring his future S/O back beside him.

He’s learned that the doves can do most of the work for him, serving as feathery distractions for them to interact with, but he eventually learns that just being there and around for this person seems to keep them at ease. Why he seems to seek them out too when stressed he can’t quite understand…

Well, no matter! That wasn’t all there was to talk about.

Outside of the infirmary, he found that his S/O tended to stick behind him or close to his side, straying away from the others as if afraid. Surely they had their priorities backwards, but who is he to complain? Being the team Medic, he’s often blamed for the decisions and mistakes others have made, not being able to be everywhere at once. The trust his S/O put into him was a welcome change.

Having them in his lap and sort of keeping him away from his office to de-stress had to have been the biggest change to get used to. Despite this, he feels as if he gets more work done, as it gives him the chance to recharge and think of- then look forwards to all of the experiments he could perform and the wild changes he could make to his teammates. At first, he hadn’t been willing to, but now it seemed to be just another part of life.

Hey, while you’re with him, could you remind him to wash his gloves, though? He keeps staining your shirt with blood.

Sniper:

Sniper, being somebody who’s always worked alone, even whilst in a team environment, was baffled by his S/O at first. 

Why wouldn’t he be? He’s been isolated all these years as he silently took headshots from across the map, and now you’ve waltzed up and into his life without warning.

He certainly doesn’t mind it after a week or two, but at first he’s a bit put off by it. He’s not used to the constant need for contact, social interaction, but the sweet conversations you two have are more than enough to convince him to stay. Eventually getting to know each other better, he learns to love the attention.

Sometimes he’ll snipe with you in his lap, though it has to be if he knows he won’t be approached much that game, or if he’s not trying out a new position to snipe from.

Funnily enough, with you approaching him as much as you do, it becomes more difficult for Spy to creep up behind him with a second pair of eyes sweeping the room and shifting a man with tunnel vision into a much more active, aware man.

When he can’t be there, he’ll always spend extra time after battle with his S/O, sitting in silence while doing something like sharpening his kukri, drinking homemade tea or cider, polishing his boots, or just being wrapped up under a blanket in the van.

Spy:

Spy, at first, was very much driven away by the forwardness of their S/O. But as time went on, and they continued to stay close to him, he began to wonder why it was that his S/O trusted him so much.

So, giving it a shot, he, in private mind you, allows his S/O to sit beside him? Yes, that would do. Perhaps it would satiate their constant nagging for attention. Yet oddly enough, whenever he seemed to show frustration over it- a break in his character, they’d quiet down and frown, immediately backing off.

This respect of space strengthened his trust in you. After all, one must always exercise extreme caution around Spy, and the lack of it had begun to wear him down. But when it became clear you had no intention of annoying him, respecting his boundaries and stepping away when need be, it allowed him to think more of what you meant to him.

He still freezes up in public at times when his S/O decides to hold his hand. Walking closely beside him was one thing, but hand holding seemed so… Unnatural, to him. 

Yet, he holds onto their hand anyway! No matter what looks it may garner him, a steely glare is usually enough to push back bystanders. He will protect you, knowing that while you may be misguided in who you choose to trust, that he’ll pay back simple kindness with fierce loyalty.

The longer the two of you spend together, the less space tends to matter. He’ll allow his S/O to sit in his lap so long as they don’t ruin his suit, normally he tends to wear the button up with the sleeves rolled up beneath it instead whilst on his own anyway. Still, it amuses him seeing his S/O resting against his chest, almost catlike in their contentment to stay there. Why they chose a Spy of all people, he’s yet to wrap his head around that one.