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tojisun · 3 months

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I’m in such a soap mood rn and that hockey!soap ask just near ruined meeeee!! What if he is dating a more alternative girl and he goes out of his way to find his tooth on the ice, making sure his team know that it’s not weird and he is not being over dramatic cuz its actually a very big deal. The next time his team sees her is at their engagement party and when they ask to see the ring she shows off a real pretty gold band with a pointy tooth replacing a stone.

this is so fucking peak im shaking like an old dog

part of this rambling teehee; f!reader // sugar, spice, everything on ice (hockey au mlist)

“wan’ ma’ fuh-kuh’ tooh’,” johnny grumbles, throbbing mouth muffled by the towel he’s using to stop the bleeding, before turning to kyle who blinks at him.

the game hasn’t resumed yet which is honestly a drag at this point, johnny thinks, because there’s only nine seconds left and sure miracles can happen within that time—some teams seem to have abundance of those—but does johnny even care anymore? no.

he’s angry and tired and in pain, and all they gave him was a white ass face towel and pinched smiles, before handing his team a four-minute penalty too. what the hell?

he would’ve complained if it wasn’t for the burning feeling in his face, thrumming from the base of his jaw to the tender press inside his cheek where the tooth was ripped out of his gums. he’s glad he was able to throw a punch in retaliation, that and the fundamental silver lining—

his loose tooth is out there.

johnny needs it.

“you… want your tooth?” kyle asks, looking at him like he’s the oddest creature in the rink. “why—”

the face-off begins, kyle and johnny turn, watching the puck fall, lumbers smacking against each other in the final grapple and skates slashing the ice, taking speed and taking force only—

the horn blows, marking the end of the game.

“fuh’ yeah!” johnny screams, banging on the glass protector, before he curls in the open arms of his teammates, laughing, bloodied gum forgotten.

they’re kicked out of the penalty box, finally—“it’s been twenty seconds, ‘tavish.”—and johnny gargles something unintelligible to price who skated towards them for a celebratory hug because there’s something johnny needs and he needs it now before the ice girls come in to swipe the rink.

he whirls past teammates trying to pull him in, waving his glove in lieu of a response because he can’t dignify them a proper one, not with the way his eyes are trained on the ice like this is his first time skating again, hesitant and eyes all-seeing.

he skates at the scene of tragedy, nose scrunching at the faint blood but otherwise empty patch of ice. god. where the hell did that go?

johnny almost gives up, almost decides to just knock out another tooth, probably the molar this time, when his eyes finally snag something that looks like it doesn’t belong on the ice. it’s tucked there in the corner of the rink, unassuming and still pink with blood.

“oh, y’r tooth,” simon grunts beside him.

“ye’,” is what johnny manages. “‘m taki’ it home.”

“…sure, whatever,” his friend says like he hasn’t done anything weirder. remember montreal 2019? yeah.

johnny skates towards the little thing, plucking it off the ice and holding it tight within his palm. he turns, blinking in surprise at seeing both kyle and john there beside simon now. the other guys are still parading, celebrating their victory with the audience, so johnny doesn’t know why his closest circle are here.

“what.”

“y’know you don’t need that for the implant, right?” john asks slowly like johnny’s some spooked thing.

“uh-huh,” is all johnny says, not understanding what price is insinuating now that the adrenaline’s wearing off, and the sharp stinging pain in his gums thrums harder from within. “leh’ go. wan’ medi-hin.”

kyle huffs, shaking his head fondly, before leading the pack out of the ice after a last lap for the audience. johnny keeps up with them, bright in his own happiness, pain be damned, because their fans deserve to see the fruits of their unwavering support.

besides, he knows someone’s out there, cheering for him louder than anyone else is.

“ah, there it is!” johnny cheers as he rummages through his locker, grinning when he meets the curious eyes of his teammates to show off his prized possession.

“your tooth?” enzo asks, face scrunched in his slight disgust. “don’t you wanna, you know, chuck it out?”

kyle murmurs something to reyes, something distinctly like, “just leave him be, mate,” but johnny bulldozes through, excited, and replies, “hmm? nae. i’m givin’ it to my girl.”

johnny doesn’t even notice the sudden silence in the room until the awkward petering laughter of gus.

“he smashed his head harder than we thought, no? probably needs more than a dentist.”

johnny rolls his eyes with a huff and flips him off, but he stops when he noticed the genuine concern in kyle’s face, the poor lad looking at him like he truly believes gus’ words and that he’s a second away from dialling for the standby medical team for johnny.

“what,” he bites out, shoulders hunching because why are they looking at him like that?

“it’s your loose tooth, johnny,” kyle answers, bug-eyed like there’s something obvious that johnny isn’t getting.

“i know.” it’s johnny’s turn to be confused. “‘s why i’m giving it to ‘er.”

“oh for fuck’s sakes— johnny, fill us in: why are you giving your girl your tooth?” price finally pipes in, looking more tired than he was on ice.

oh! johnny thought, his mind finally catching up to the situation. he breaks out into a smile, giddiness going rampant in his chest again, his stomach swooping at the thought of it—

“i’m proposin’ to her.”

a beat.

“that answers fuck all!”

he doesn’t even know who screamed that anymore, jumping in his own surprise at their explosive reaction, before yelping when a leg pad—probably price’s—was flung over his way with sharp accuracy.

“riley!”

you and johnny invited the boys and their plus-ones to celebrate the engagement, keeping most of it as private as one could after johnny posted a picture of you crying in his account, with the caption, “she said yes!”

(“couldn’t you have posted that selfie of us with the ring instead, baby?”

“shit, m’bad, bon. s’just that ye were too cute cryin’, almost had me panicking when you wouldn’t stop heaving.”

“…right. okay. can i post a different picture then?”

“of course, bonnie.”)

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the party was vibrant, formalities thrown away at the promise that not a single photo would be posted without anyone’s permission. any news sites were explicitly banned, guests screened because you and johnny had wanted to, at least, keep one celebration for the engagement closed off to the world.

you’re chatting with simon’s girlfriend, who is so shy and sweet, bug-eyed because she said she’s only ever seen you from her phone when she watches your games, when johnny returns with his mates and instantly slots himself beside you.

simon nods at you in greeting, while john and kyle repeat their congratulations, beaming at your quiet chuckles while johnny preens at them, so boyishly charming and endearing.

you can’t help but brush a kiss on his jaw, faint as to not transfer your gloss to his skin. johnny tips his head down and looks at you like you’ve hung the moon for him.

“since y’r engaged, i just gotta say,” kyle begins after sipping from his flute. “did you know ol’ johnny wanted to propose to you with the tooth he lost last season?”

johnny snorts and you two share a fond look, even as you quirk your brows up because you are so sure he told them, at least.

“lord,” john whispers, catching on.

“oh,” kyle adds, humour leaving his face, and is replaced with incredulity. you would have giggled if it weren’t for the fact his eyes are now trained on your hand as if to gauge how it looks.

simon grunts before you can show it off to them, and when you all turn to him, he just shrugs, avoidant, until his partner pokes his side with a confused tilt of her brows.

“i mean,” he begins, almost petulantly. “it’s johnny.”

he sniffs like that explains anything, and, given than you’re the person marrying johnny, it really does. you can’t help the giggles now, and you turn, smothering them on johnny’s shoulder who is busy cussing out his friend in murmurs.

“may i?” john asks, apparently tired of dancing around the topic.

“or course!” you reply, smiling, and put your arm out to show to them the pretty ring that your boy has given you with a warm promise of an eternity shared with him. if you’ll let him.

(there were so many more you wanted to tell johnny, so many more you wanted him to hear, but they all fell short. they all felt incomplete. but right there, in that moment, you knew what it was that you had to say. what it was that would let this bring his promise to life.

“yes,” you gasped out, choking on your own tears. “a hundred times yes, johnny!”

you two were trembling as he slid the ring on your finger, hearts throbbing with all the love reserved for each other.)

they crowd around your arm, leaning, their eyes bulging at seeing johnny’s tooth nestled there, in between the gold and the little diamonds surrounding it, and—

“i saw that fall off his mouth, oh my god.”

you laugh at kyle’s words, your heart so full and so fond because everything is just so beautiful.

johnny nuzzles his nose on your cheek, ignoring his lads in favour of kissing you.

#hockey au #anon #johnny soap mctavish x reader #soap x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #ask #suns

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friendsoup · 9 months

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HEYYY I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE MEDI IM SOBBING AAAA- could you write something with medi getting hurt in some way, and reader patches them up? :>

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Recipe: Not strictly romantic, Medi is implied to have romantic feelings for reader, Reader's feelings are up to you, Medi x Reader, GN! Reader, APPle and Regulus ship it, Clumsy! Reader, Oblivious! Reader, Medi is a tsundere. Sorry.

WC: 1,351

Chef's Note: SOOOO.... I may have read this prompt wrong the first time.... So you get the best of both worlds! Medi patches up reader, and then reader patches up Medi! I hope you enjoy!

You always manage to get in the worst situations. Perhaps it was because you’re naturally clumsy. Or maybe it was just due to dumb luck. Whatever the case, tragedy always seemed to befall you. Whether it be knocks to the head, tripping over nothing, or scars you had no clue the origins of. Today was no different. You were on patrol, fighting critters for the timekeeper, when your legs got twisted with each other, and you fell. You were lucky that your teammates covered your slack, though you’d managed to get quite the hefty scrape on your chin. Not that it bothered you, though. You’d suffered greater scrapes and bumps in your time, and were convinced you’d be fine on your own. Regulus was the one to change your mind on that. “You’ll be no use to us if your wounds are all infected!” She argued, as the two of you walked back to the suitcase. “You should go see Medicine Pocket! They’re a doctor!” “I’m sure just a few bandaids will cover me.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck. “Does it really look that bad?” “You’re bleeding!” Regulus exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “If you get sick, then your chores will fall onto my shoulders!” You laughed at that. Though she was right. Getting sick was a good way to throw off the entire balance of the team, and you didn’t want to be a burden to the timekeeper.a

“Besides, if you go see Medi, you might get some special treatment.” She elbowed you in the side, the action only shooting more pain up your ribs. “What do you mean by that?” You asked, your eyebrows drawing up in genuine confusion.

Regulus just stood there for a moment, stunned that you didn’t understand her words.

“What the Captain is meaning to say, is that Dr.Medicine Pocket is awfully fond of you.” APPle pipes up, floating behind the two of you. “Perhaps, if you are to visit their room, they can provide you with a better experience than our other healers can.”

“Medi is fond of me?” You ask, blinking. “No way! They’re always so mean…” That simply earns a groan out of Regulus, who shakes her head. “God, you’re just like Vertin! I can’t stand it sometimes!” “You should visit Dr.Medicine Pocket anyways, and confirm for yourself.” APPle encourages. You nod. If even the reasonable APPle agrees, then perhaps there’s some merit in what Regulus is saying.

And so, you make your way through the suitcase, down to Medicine Pocket’s laboratory. It’s quite easy to find, following the sounds of dog’s barking and the sterile smell of medical equipment. It’s a path you’ve walked before, many times. “Medi, are you here?” You call from the doorway. Instinctively, you rub at your chin, cringing when you glance back at your hand. That’s a lot of blood. “Yeah, yeah, I’m in the middle of something. Can you come back-” They dismissively wave to you, before looking up from their work. “Holy fuck!” “Haha! Hi!” You smile and wave. “[Y/N]. What the fuck did you do?” They hiss, standing from their seat and making their way over to you. They grab you by the shoulders, pulling you into their room, before pushing you down on the examining table. “I tripped!” You explain. “Down a fucking cliff? You look like shit!” Medi shakes their head, digging through their supplies. They return with a handful of cotton balls, alcohol wipes, and bandages. “Just on some pavement. I did slide a bit though, which is probably why I look so rough.” You admit, glancing somewhere else. Anywhere but Medi’s disappointed look.

“Fucking dumbass.” They sigh, pulling on new gloves, before picking up a cotton ball with tweezers. “You’ve got to be careful.” They bend to your height. Muttering a quiet,”Lift your chin now.” Their breath hot on your cheek. You obey, feeling a bit flustered with how close they are to you. Gently, they dab the cotton on your wound, soaking in the blood and wiping it away. It feels weird against your skin, both soft and cold. The intensity of Medi’s gaze makes your heart speed up, which you pray they can’t notice.

“I try!” You protest, squirming slightly in your seat. “It’s just difficult. Y’know? These things happen without me trying!” Medi grumbles something inaudible before responding. “It doesn’t seem like you’re trying, when you come into my office nearly every day with a new injury. I have important work to do, y’know? I can’t spend all my time with you.”

“Sorry.” You mutter, feeling a great sense of guilt fill you. Medi grumbles something else, before wiping down your wound and sticking a bandage on it. With that done, they get up and begin working on something else, completely leaving you alone.

…

A month has passed, and the two of you haven’t spoken a great deal since your accident. You’ve been managing to handle yourself, and Medi has been too busy with work to come out of their shell. However, the two of you are now on patrol, preparing the last things for the Storm.

Medi walks ahead while you trail behind, your mind wandering in the other direction. Neither of you say a word, you haven’t since you left the suitcase. You don’t particularly mind though, the silent walk is nice. Medi stops suddenly in their tracks, their eyes focusing on something else. You, who’s attention is far away from what’s in front of you, don’t notice, continuing to walk forward. You bump into Medi, and they trip while trying to steady themselves, falling on their knees. “Ow! Shit!” They hiss, scrambling to a sit. You jump back, trying to comprehend what just happened. “Ah! Medi!” You exclaim, dropping to a kneel besides them. “Fuck, I’m sorry! Are you okay?” “I’m fine, asshole.” They cradle their knee, wiping a bit of blood from their scrape. “I have bandages in my lab. I’ll fix it myself-” “I can help!” You argue, digging through your pockets. Out come a crumpled bandaid, and a package containing an alcohol wipe. “Here- I have these! Let me help!” Medi blinks. “Since when did you start caring about first aid?” They ask tilting their head. “Well, last time I showed up at your office, you seemed a bit mad! So I learned how to clean and bandage my own scrapes, so I wouldn’t bother you again!” You respond, giving a smile. “Now, roll up your pant leg, I’ll clean the wound.” Medi obeys, though they seem lost in thought. “Oh.” Their voice is a bit forlorn, as they glance away from you. You fiddle with the packaging of the alcohol wipe, completely oblivious to their expression. “You know I don’t mind you stopping by every once in a while.” “What was that?” You ask, pressing the wipe to the scrape. Medi nearly jumps out of their skin. “That’s not how you’re supposed to do it! God damn it, that stings! And here I am, trying to have a moment with you! Fuck!” “Uh. Sorry.” You mutter, removing the wipe from their skin. “I’ll just put the bandage on now.” Guilt fills your chest. You didn’t mean to make them worse.

“No, I…” Medi sighs. “Thank you for your help. You saved me some supplies.” They rub the back of their neck, struggling to focus their eyes on you.

The smile returns to your lips. “Oh! I forgot to do one last thing!” You exclaim, after smoothing the bandage out on their skin. You press a quick kiss to the top of the bandaid. “All better!” Medi jumps again, this time to their feet. Their face is tomato red, their eyes frantically looking back and forth. “I-I think we should call it here!” They exclaim, letting out a nervous laugh. “I’ve got lots to work on, y’know? And Vertin is only going to sponsor me so long without any progress!” They turn around, and begin to run off, leaving you sitting there. Confused. What did you do this time?

#x reader #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #Medicine Pocket #Medicine Pocket x reader #Medicine Pocket x you #Medicine Pocket reverse 1999 #fanfic #reader insert #Let's Make Friend Soup!#Order Up!

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whump-in-the-closet · 9 months

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“Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”

Field Whump Time >:)

Hero collapsed in the moss. The smell of grass rose up to meet him, new and green.

His leg throbbed. He didn't have to look to know that the soft ground was soaked with blood.

His team caught up with him, their voices filling the air with anxious whispers. To him, it sounded like they were shouting.

"Hero?"

"Are you alright?"

"Hey! C'mon mate, get up!"

Hero, with a desperate sound, put his hands beneath him. He pushed himself up on all fours and then, digging a hand into a tree trunk, stood.

The faces of his team blurred together. He blinked and they cleared. He shook his head, putting a hand out to wave them aside. "I'm...I'm okay." Breathing should not hurt as much as it did, but other than that...he was fine. He refused to look at his leg.

"Are you sure?" asked Leader.

Hero took his hand off the tree to prove exactly how fine he was doing. Putting weight on his injured leg sent a spike of pain up his entire body, fresh and horrific. "Yeah," he gasped.

Medic looked at Hero for a long moment, their expression unreadable.

Hero broke eye contact first and took a step forward, to further prove himself. "We need to keep going--AH--" Hero crumpled to one knee, his leg betraying him. His face went white.

Medic turned to Leader and shook their head. As quickly as that, his sentence was passed.

Hero struggled to stand, but Medic put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Lie down. We have to remove the bullet." They spoke like they were simply announcing the result of a calculation.

Hero looked from Leader to Medic, searching their faces for any way of escape, and found none. He turned to his teammates. Nothing. "No, you don't have to do this." His voice shook. "No, please."

Medic crouched down next to Hero, unraveling their pack. Hero caught a glimpse of shining metal and shuddered. Medic caught him looking. "We have to work quickly." They did not say don't worry, it won't hurt.

The air contracted around Hero as Leader gently pushed him to the ground. It seemed to shimmer, as unreal as this whole situation. He dug his nails into the soft moss when he heard metal clinking against metal.

"Please," Hero tried again. "Please--"

"Give him something to bite down on," said Medic. "You two, grab his arms, don't let him thrash around."

Hero tried to jerk upright at this but his teammates already had him pinned. One whispered an apology as they pressed him into the ground, the other said nothing and would not look at him.

Leader squeezed his hand sympathetically, then held up a piece of leather, waiting to see if he would take it.

Hero blinked.

He was back.

Villain standing above him, just out of his line of sight--

No, no, no, n--no

"Keep begging like the dog you are."

The flash of steel-- the sudden brightness of it inside him-- digging under his skin, biting deep. Deeper and twisting--

Hero was shaking, suddenly aware of Leader and the moss and Medic cutting away his pant leg to reveal not one, but two, bullets embedded above his knee.

He nodded. "Give it to me." He bit down on the leather and hoped it would muffle his screams.

Villain's favorite pastime had involved a knife and Hero under his blade.

Medic pressed cool steel against the wound and Hero tried to scramble away, back arching.

Through the roaring in his ears, he heard Leader telling him to breathe.

He dug his hands into the moss, green and white behind his eyes. The smell of iron grew stronger. He couldn't--

"Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”

Hero exhaled a shuddering breath.

Medic dug deeper.

He screamed into the gag.

"In and out!" snapped Leader. "Breathe in and out."

Hero was shaking. He inhaled shallowly, more out of instinct than obedience.

Then came Medic's clear voice, "Got the first one."

Leader patted Hero's shoulder in sympathy.

Hero exhaled. His breathing came at a quicker and quicker pace, hands buried in the dirt, as Medic dug out the second bullet.

The color green danced behind his eyes, dull and pounding. He tried to drown himself in it. It didn't help. The taste of leather in his mouth felt wrong-- like vinegar or something sour-- warning bells going off too late.

He didn't hear Medic's relief when they said, "We're done." He only felt the tight pressure of the bandages being wrapped. His teammates let him up and when he spat the leather gag out, he noticed, vaguely, the dirt under his nails was bloodstained.

He worked his jaw in a circle, trying to erase the taste of wrongness. "Fuck you guys," he muttered.

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bububorg · 2 years

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Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV), TOLKIEN J. R. R. - Works & Related Fandoms, The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Glorfindel (Tolkien), Original Characters, Original Female Dwarf Character(s), Original Alien Character(s), Kevin Riley, Alatar (Tolkien), Original Starfleet Characters Additional Tags: Original Starfleet Crew, Original Character(s), Original Character-centric, Trolls Series: Part 1 of Team Medi: Team Medea Summary:

Kaitlin Reid has been transferred to the USS Medea. The mission the ship is on and the passenger who has agreed to help them explore a new area of space, one that has an ancient legacy.

#My Fanfiction #Team Medi #Team Medi: Team Medea

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i-willstealyourtoes · 4 months

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May I request a TF2 head cannon? Preferably one with all nine mercenaries with a Male or Gender Neutral S/O who is the medic on Blu team? Maybe how they meet S/O and what the y thing of them being a pacifist no killing kind? Their only weapon is their medi-gun and they also practice safe medicine unlike medic and how do the mercenaries act after falling for S./O?

Ofc, I got you! I think this is an interesting concept since TF2 is very violent so let's see what we can do with this :) I think because this is about them first meeting it can be viewed as platonic too, I only realised this later on TT

RED!Mercs with Pacifist!Medic!BLU!Reader

Scout

- As soon as he saw you across the battlefield, he had a hunch you were different

- It was the way you carried yourself, it brought a different energy to the fight

- When he got a little closer he couldn't help but notice how you never hurt anyone and only healed others

- It was strange to him honestly, but somewhat endearing

- It was certainly interesting enough for him to try and say hi when you were alone

- The first time you two met it was a little awkward, considering you two were on opposite teams

- "So, you don't kill at all? Why, do you not know how to or something?"

- He can be a little insensitive with his questions, but he's appreciative of your legal practices of medicine

- "Better than my doc, that's for sure. D-don't tell him I said that though, he'll probably saw off my limbs. Again."

- When he gets back, he can't help but want to talk to you again

- You're interesting, fun to tease and actually seem to want to talk to him, so that's reason enough

- Please excuse him if he tries flirting (emphasis on tries) with you, he'll probably do that for the first couple weeks he talks to you

Soldier

- When he first sees you, forming a connection with you is not in his mind at all

- But he does notice the way you act

- At first, he's confused; why are you refraining from hurting/killing others?

- He had to investigate

- And so he does, by flanking your team and killing everyone but you

- "Alright, cupcake. Who are you?"

- If you try to run, he will grab you, his hands gripping the sides of your arms

- "Nice try, but I'm not letting go unless you tell me who you are or kill me. And the second one will just make me mad!"

- After explaining (either in a panic or perfectly calm, he doesn't care), he'll seemingly just run off (as in, he will rocket-jump away), pleased with his 'excellent interrogation skills'

- After that, he'd maybe check in now and then, since despite the fact you're on the enemy team, you also seem kind of... fun?

- He'd ask you more questions, some random, some about you as a person

- Sometimes he'd criticise your medical practices, despite not being a doctor himself :/

- "You know, my doc would never take this long to patch a wound!"

- (That's because your Medic prefers speed over any sort of genuine medical practice)

- As long as you stay friendly with him, you might form an unlikely pair!

- He'll spare you a friendly wave if he sees you outside of battles :)

- In fact, he might just run up to you to try get you to participate in some adventure because everyone else on his team refuses

Pyro

(I headcanon Pyro as they/he/it, but bc not everyone agrees we'll keep it as they/them)

- Pyro doesn't have any sense of enemy team or anything like that, so they aren't immediately hostile to you in the first place (unless you do something to get them to be)

- They probably noticed a nice accessory you had, choosing to not-so-sneakily catch up with you and ask about it

- Will they burn all of your teammates just to get to you? Probably, if the accessory is cute enough

- They'll point at the item and either give a thumbs up or even clap depending on how nice it is

- If you're really wanting to be kind, give them it!

- In response, they'll hug you (they are a tight hugger be prepared) and run/skip back to their team happily

- Next time they see you, even if you're both on the battlefield, they'll wave at you excitedly

- You might even see the accessory on them (if not, it'll be in their room)

- Either way, you've already managed to earn this mercs favour :)

- During ceasefire, they might just show up at your base, all your teammates terrified as they come up to you

- Turns out, they just wanted to hang out :')

- If you're okay with it, you two can meet up in their room (the RED mercs won't bother you since they'll have to go through Pyro first)

Heavy

- Heavy normally wouldn't talk with the enemy team out of professionalism, so you'd have to seek him out most likely

- It'd probably happen during MvM, when both teams work together and you're put in the same group as him

- It'd start off with short, polite conversations, generally asking about you and so on

- "You are other team's Medic, yes? We have not met. I am Heavy."

- He, of course, trusts his own Medic the most, but he certainly appreciates the fact you use legal practices

- He's a pretty nice guy to talk to, so as long as you aren't annoying/loud all the time, he might just start to enjoy your company!

- Once the mercs get back to fighting, he'll make sure to let you know he appreciated your conversations

- "Heavy apologises for anytime Heavy kills you."

- That's as good as you'll get for now, since he'll still kill you on the battlefield

- But he might just start talking to you during ceasefire!

- He probably won't come up to you like Pyro or some of the other mercs, but if he sees you he'll strike up a conversation :)

- It'll usually be him checking up on you generally, making good conversation

- If you guys are close enough, he might just tell you the gossip he hears in his base, especially if you tell him yours ;)

Engineer

- He finds your outlook refreshing, considering that everyone else here was murderous and/or insane (not that he isn't)

- He might not talk to you for a while, since you're technically the enemy (although he doesn't really care about all of that)

- But like Heavy, he might try to strike up a polite conversation during the MvM-era

- "So, you're the other team's Medic? Nice to finally meet you. Can't say I've been able to see you over all the bullets flying normally."

- He might know one or two things about medical practices, so he doesn't mind discussing the science behind that!

- It's nice to have someone who's studious like him, it's a good change

- He's a pretty easy person to get along with, and isn't rude unless you are

- So just be genuinely interested in what he has to to say and he'll come up to you more often :)

- Even more so if you're less chaotic than his fellow mercs

- Not that he hates them (sometimes he does), but it's refreshing to have someone not be shouting in his ear and breaking things all the time

- Once the ceasefire's over, he probably won't talk to you for a while, considering how he's actually a professional

- But if he sees you during a ceasefire, he might just give you a friendly wave, or even come up to you and start up a conversation!

- It's not that he hates you or anything, but he doesn't want to compromise his job

- But if you come up to him yourself, he doesn't mind talking to you at all :)

Demoman

- Tavish doesn't have too much of an issue with talking to the other team, since he already has friends on there (ex: Soldier)

- So if he sees you outside of the fight, he might just strike up a conversation with you!

- That is, if you haven't angered him in any way during your last battle

- If you're shy, he finds that sort of... endearing?

- Everyone else here is quite loud and outgoing, so this is new (in a good way)

- But he will try to liven you up a little, forgive him if he makes you uncomfortable (just tell him to stop)

- Ask him about his interests, he will have no issue carrying the conversation if you're not the greatest at talking

- If you are good with speaking, feel free to exchange banter with him too :)

- He'll ask about your own medical methods and be shocked when you're quite the opposite to his Medic

- "So... you don't inject your team with radiation? Huh. Must be nice..."

- Either way, as long as you're friendly, you might just have a new friend from the other team!

- He might even spare you a smile and a wave before the match starts!

- But just know, he won't go easy on you still, at least not until you become closer

Sniper

- He isn't a social person himself, so it'll be very rare if he comes up to talk to you himself

- As a self-proclaimed 'professional' he'll try not to talk to you

- But he does notice you in his scopes, and can tell you're different

- He has yet to see you kill someone, and for once, you actually practice safe medicine

- Although, that won't stop him from shooting you anyway (if he's smart he'll pick off the medics first so)

- If he does talk to you, it'll be during MvM like some of the others

- He might occasionally have a brief conversation while you heal him up, mentioning how it's 'not as quick as his own Medic' (that's because it's not safe or legal Sniper)

- But eventually he might warm up to you depending how long you treat him for

- "...sorry about killing you all the time... no hard feelings, right...?"

- He's a little awkward at first, so you might have to carry the conversation

- You might not be able to tell from his relatively stale expressions, but he enjoys your conversations!

- You will be able to tell by the fact he comes to talk to you more and more often

- During ceasefire, he'll talk to you if you cross paths too, which is a big thing since he usually doesn't talk to people anyway...

Medic

- He either likes you immediately or kinda hates you, depends on the situation

- If you're new and you both meet in MvM, he'll introduce himself to you!

- It's nice to meet someone else who's in the medical field

- But then he notices the difference between you two

- The difference being, that you actually practice safe medicine

- "You know, you do not have to stitch it like that, you could use this glue here! What? It should keep the blood in!"

- He finds that the only thing you have in common is the frustration and exhaustion that comes with being the only medic in a team of 'idiots' (bar some of the mercs)

- But even the way you react is different

- "Do you not get mad? I know I do, that's when I 'accidentally' misplace one of their ribs!"

- He might try to get you to be like him, so maybe try to avoid treating people near him

- "He'll never know the difference!" (him trying to convince you to do God knows what)

- If his team meets you first, he might actually be a little jealous(?) at first, because some of them might mention how they'd prefer you

- Like, how dare they think you're better! He might just make their treatments worse on purpose!

- But either way it'll probably end with him becoming friends with you regardless of your jobs being to work against each other

- Just, maybe watch out a little because he will try to corrupt your medical practices

Spy

- You're such a breath of fresh air he has to at least give you a welcome

- You practice safe medicine, you're not a brutal murderer, and you seem less insane from an outsiders point of view

- So when he gets the chance outside of battle, he'll come up to you and say hello

- He also may or may not try to charm you immediately depending on how you interact with him

- The whole being on opposite teams thing? Eh, not too big of a deal to him if you're an interesting person to be around

- Although he won't be as active about as it like Pyro or Soldier

- But he'll maybe have a little conversation during ceasefire

- Feel free to gossip the whole time because he will eventually start doing that too

- It is mostly just him complaining about his team

- "My team are a group of imbiciles... especially my Scout. Yesterday, he.."

- Also, unlike some of the others, he won't ask you insensitive questions about your medical practices or abstaining from killing

- If anything, he probably appreciates it

- At least if you don't kill people, he doesn't have to worry about you as compared to Pyro

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