oohohoo... >:) you are so right! shall we? these are Mini Fics so i'm going to stick them under a cut; apologies in advance for Potentially Ass Formatting KSDKFSDKF
50. kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing
Medic knew better than to try and distract Sniper while he was training. Honing that aim of his was just as important as Medic fine-tuning his uber technology... not that the doctor particularly cared about either of their mercenary legacies at the moment. He had his fingers laced loosely around Sniper's middle, resting against his belly as the sharpshooter was perched in his lap.
Medic knew this was also the kind of training Sniper enjoyed best; Engineer had gifted him some kind of contraption that shot little frisbee's into the air of various sizes and at various speeds so that Sniper could shoot them down with the deadly accuracy that the team had come to expect of him. His hat sat on the crate beside them as his mouth found the salty-with-sweat skin at the back of his neck, pressing chaste kisses to it and feeling Sniper go rigid for a moment, suppressing a shudder. Medic smirked against his skin, making the bushman heave a sigh, followed by a low hum. "Dovey," he warned, which only made his lover smile wider.
The doctor drew in an excited breath as Sniper's shoulders tensed, bracing as he took a shot, his ears ringing as he heard the TING! of one of the little objects being shattered, nearly felt the kickback of Sniper's rifle as he pressed his chest tighter against the marksman's back. "Hmm?" Medic cooed, running his hands over Sniper's waist and triumphantly eyeing how magnificent his lover's sweaty skin looked when showcased in nothing but those white tank tops he wore when he practiced.
Sniper had invited him up here with him for some lunch (the remains of which now lay discarded beside them) and figured Medic would trot off to his lab... only to be pleasantly surprised as the doctor perched himself on a crate and pulled Sniper into his lap, all while insisting he'd behave so that his beloved could practice, of course. "I'm clearly not distracting you!" He reasoned, gnashing his teeth gently against sniper's sweaty shoulderblades, bare palms running over the damp fabric of his shirt just under his breasts. Magnificent. His breath hitched as he watched the muscles under his skin move to take another shot again, admiring the physical marvel that was his greatest achievement, and love of his life. TING!
"You always distract me," Sniper purred. If he was objecting to it, he certainly didn't seem all that inconvenienced. Medic smiled and only cooed in faux-naivety, which made the bushman chuckle, low in his chest. The doctor felt the sound rattle within him as his hands shamelessly groped his breasts and flanks, eliciting a pleased purr from Sniper's throat. "You're rotten, you know that?" He murmured tenderly, listening as Medic hummed along in agreement, too distracted by running his hands over the muscles in his shoulders as he poised himself to take another shot. Tendon and muscle and skin and fat and scars rippling underneath his fingers... have mercy! Another successful shot: TING!
"The worst?" Medic asked like a lover requesting praise, running his tongue greedily between the dip between his shoulders, along his spine, uncaring of the thin garment that separated him from Sniper's skin. Sniper rocked his hips slowly as he braced for another shot, using the roll of his hips to steady himself before shooting. TING!
"Sure as. Absolutely diabolical," he crooned, making Medic bite his own lip and giggle, giddily bucking his own hips (and Sniper's with him) at the sentiment. So romantic! His spatzchen always knew just what to say! The movement didn't hinder the marksman's performance, which only served to rile Medic up more. He adored Sniper's focus, his dedication. More hungry kisses to Sniper's rough, tanned skin, plain in their wanting as his intentions were made abundantly clear. Sniper smirked as he kept his eyes trained on his targets. "Hope you brought your mean streak," he goaded, feeing Medic's breathing stutter. That was a challenge. "'Cause I plan on being up here for a while." he mused, feeling Medic's toothy grin against the back of his neck. Who was the good doctor to back down from a challenge?
74. surprise kisses, in which your lover werenāt prepared for it but responds immediately
A radio serial that they'd only been partly listening to was the only accompaniment to the soft whirr of the medigun powering down in Medic's lab, the doctor swiveling away the ceiling-mounted contraption as he eyed his work. "And we're done! How are you feeling, my-" A clammy hand reached up, cupped the back of his neck and clumsily drew him into an attempted-tender kiss. Medic's eyes fell closed as his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose, fogged up from both of their slow, content breathing. What a wonderful post-operative surprise!
Sniper tasted like morning breath as his large, typically-nimble hands pawed lazily at the doctor's broad chest, gently palming and caressing the outer curves of his breasts before traveling over his belly and wrapping around his middle. The kiss was fresh-out-of-surgery slow, the grogginess of being absolutely weightless seeping slowly out of Sniper's pores. Even his heart drummed at a consistent, not-too-erratic-yet pace, the EKG making Medic's ears ring with the proof of his beloved's precious life.
Sniper hummed a vague-sounding mhn, voice a little hoarse as his hands had since wandered up and wrapped around Medic's neck, the doctor parting his lips for their tongues to slide against one another's. What a wake-up call! "How are you feeling?" He whispered against Sniper's mouth, kissing softly at the stubble that adorned his hollow cheekbones and sharp jawline. Sniper clumsily tried to twirl the curl at Medic's crown, but couldn't quite manage the dexterity yet; capable fingers knocked uselessly, feather-lightly, against his doctor's forehead. Medic smiled fully, cooing at the intent and execution of the gesture. Perfekt.
"Better, if you'd get up here with me," the bushman frowned, "What're you doing way over there, anyway?" Way over there? Ha! The doctor was standing beside the operating table, hips flush against the cold metal edge that had since been covered with towels to keep his beloved more comfortable. He didn't like being cold, after all.
"Well," Medic mused, running a blood-stained glove through Sniper's damp, sweaty hair and rubbing his thumb over his hairline, "I was closing you up, and I was going to update your chart while you woke up, but you surprised me with quite the waking-up present!" He giggled softly, pecking his lips gently while Sniper purred happily. Guilty as charged.
"Which I wasn't done with, by the way." Sniper grunted, cupping Medic's face and bringing him into another lazy kiss. "Y'know rejoining the waking world's not easy," he yawned against Medic's lips, making the doctor giggle and nibble at the corner of his mouth, happily letting his face be cradled in his lover's rough hands. "Need a reminder'a what's worth wakin' up for," he breathed, and Medic could hear the EKG beginning to beep much more frantically. Sniper always swore he wasn't great with romance, and yet he'd say things like that. It always took Medic's breath away; it felt so personal, a love language of life and death made only for them. Sniper felt it so openly now, expressed it so freely. It made the doctor's heart clench.
"Oh, well, in that case," Medic finally said after a few moments. It wasn't often that he was at a loss for words. "I encourage you to..." Sniper's tongue slid over the doctor's bottom lip, and his train of thought promptly stopped. Michel, Michel, Michel. Sniper let out an affirmative hum; Oh, he was encouraged. And he planned on celebrating this, and every re-awakening moment he'd have in the future, by celebrating Medic, and the life he gave him.
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You sit there and lust after Doc Ock like the rest of us š That said, I am delighted that I can make you thirst after a plethora of different villainous bastards with varying personalities and body types. No escape. No mercy.
Just wait til I start posting Dafoe Green Goblin porn. Then we'll see who the REAL ones are.
Ohhhhh hummmm. THIS IS HARD. I DO love the Silver Shroud quest even tho the ending is hard bc Kent Connolly is a fucking sweetheart and I want to hug him! Also I loved finding the bighorner baby in NV bc Iām a sucker for those animals. I tend to love the like, chattier or puzzlier quests more than straight-up fighting. Also I DO love the KID IN THE FRIDG quest bc listen I really like helping children.
24. Which is your favourite skill?
Aquagirl is the MVP! :D ESPECIALLY in survival where I often donāt have the patience to find every raider in Boston and just want to swim my way to places without dying of radiation poisoning. xD Really good use of one skill point right there. Donāt even need the second level of it because stuff rarely follows you into the water.
27. Weapon of choice?
10mm pistols are my go-to, well loved staple! ^U^ Every character of mine has one by default and has the Deliverer on hand if theyāve joined the Railroad! I also have a deep love for the Atomās Judgment always.
I realize I didnāt have characters in mind specifically so uhhh since itās four I can just do one of each of my FO4 kids
Carly:Ā There was an office building she always used to flip off when she passed it (a real asshole of a prosecutor worked there and she hated him). The first time she does it after the bombs, without thinking, even though itās mostly collapsed, was weirdly bittersweet.
Thomas:Ā It takes him a long time to kick the habit of immediately reaching for Audrey when nightmares wake him up.
Joseph:Ā He still keeps his bullet casings -- at least when itās a shot far enough away that thereās time to grab them. Thereās usually at least one in his pocket at all times, and he tends to play with it when heās thinking.
Nicole:Ā The fact that there is rarely a reliable place to wash her hands is Distressing for the girl with the very weak immune system. Pre-War, she always had one of the mini hand-sanitizer bottles on hand and used them up veryĀ quickly.
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2, 14, 51 from the otp asks for Bushmed and/or spoovy? š
HIIIII MY FRIEND ABOSLUTELY!!!! EEHEEEE and omg you know i'll never pass up an opportunity to talk about bushmed AND spoovy... HEHE... >:)c
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2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?
omg... don't hurt/comfort me.,., OHHH NOOOOOOOOOO.,., so in my fics medic is gradually worrying more and more about how sniper is becoming less of a coworker/successful experiment and more of an.,,. object of affection... and i think it's important to medic that no matter how close he gets with someone, it's important that his Clinical Thoughts doesn't get mixed with his Emotional Thoughts and unfortunately sniper is in fact a delicious mixture of the two :(... HEHE.. but i think once they start dating and going to bed together, sniper's always the first to fall asleep. being cuddled up to medic just makes him so sleepy hehe!! but with sniper, medic has a hard time "leaving work at the office"., so once sniper's asleep he'll sometimes (carefully, quietly) check his vitals as discreetly as he can (ones he can without any equipment of course), specifically checking in on his heart. it's more about The Ritual of doing so than anything else (like "oh shit did i leave the oven on? better go double check" type of thing) except, you know, it's sniper's life. so medic will listen to sniper's heart and tell himself it's fine, he's fine, go to bed. but sometimes if he falls asleep worrying about it, he'll SWEAR he heard sniper's heart stop and jolt awake and press his ear to sniper's chest... only to hear the reliable thump thump thump... whew okay see! nothing to worry about! i don't think sniper has nightmares very often so i can see medic's Hyperactive Mind/Weird Sleeping Schedule making him more prone to them. when he gasps and jolts awake sniper instantly wakes up and is like "y'okay, pidge? sorry, did i squish you?" (even though it would be impossible for sniper to squish medic imo LOL) and medic takes a deep breath in through his nose and is like "no, aheh, i'm sorry my heart, i must have had a dream!" and pulls sniper close to him and sniper curls around him and is like "sleep, dovey." (said like a groggy "order") and medic nestles against him and is like "ja, ja, alright, alright,.," but his eyes open again and he presses his palm to sniper's skin... alright it's not too cold, not deathly cold like it was when it was fished out of that ocean water in new zealand and dumped in the morgue and-
14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?
OOHHH FUN ONE... i think they're a very fun ship because they can be written as Clashy OR Complimentary... both of them are capable of tenderness though only reserved for Very Few people... both are capable killers who can be (read: Not Exclusively) cold and cunning.., a really interesting dynamic for them for me personally is sniper's professional code vs medic's complete lack thereof and how it affects not only them individually, but how they interact with each other.... i think they're both mutually respectful of it but it's definitely a fun thing to think about!! i've touched on that in one of my mini fics for bushmed week that i wrote last year! of course i think they compliment each other because i think sniper needs someone who is a bit more Outgoing than he is to really show him how to have fun (and in medic's case, make mischief!) and let loose!! HEHE...
51. Whatās a non verbal way they say I love you?
UWAA so many.., sniper leaving one of his shirts for medic to cuddle up to when sniper gets up early and medic stays asleep.. medic massaging sniper's (sore, but he'll never admit it) hands after a long day on the field... laying in silence together and focusing on the sounds of them being Alive Together (sniper likes listening to medic's breathing and medic likes listening to sniper's heart)... ;-;
spoovy;
2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare? i hc that heavy has ptsd (and gets treatment from medic for it) and that he is actually quite the restless sleeper. he tries not to bother spy with it if he can, but spy is too receptive to just let heavy brush it off! spy is a night owl himself so he'll often lay in bed with heavy and rub his head or his back while he reads and heavy falls right to sleep! if heavy has a nightmare, spy is awake and right there, ready to comfort him. he asks if he wants to talk about it, or if he needs him to go and get medic. spy always makes sure there's a glass of water and a snack on the bedside table (i think they're both bed time/night time snackers! hehe) if heavy wants it, but usually he's just glad spy is there with him. he focuses on spy running his thumb over the shell of his ear and spy Volunteers to read to him (one of heavy's russian copies of his favorite books, but reads it in french; something heavy loves) and lets heavy cut in with anecdotes about translation and language while spy hums lovingly... <3
14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?
tbh i think they have very complimentary personalities. level-headed, rational, very calculated people. i have no clue where the "heavy is dumb" trope came from but i hate it soooo much. i think they're also on the same footing intellectually as well as street-smarts and mercenary capability. while their skillset is Very Opposite i'd say they're still mutually knowledgeable and very emotionally intelligent, too. spy's a little more thickheaded than heavy is, but i think spy needs someone who can cup his face and be like hey. listen and give him earnest advice when he needs it. which is often. because spy is the world's most grand supreme darling little girlfailure and i think heavy sees that but also respects spy enough to know it's more complicated than whatever "surface level reasons" spy has for doing what he does!
51. Whatās a non verbal way they say I love you?
ah! they love leaving each other notes. it's the linguists in them! spy leaves heavy little notes tied to sasha with a ribbon and heavy stashes notes in spy's disguise kit or in the book he knows he's going to pick up later that day. heavy thinks it's fun to "communicate like a spy does" and spy likes the cheekification of "communicating like a spy does"!! it's playful and very flirty for both of them and they often play games of trying to catch one another in the act of placing the notes!! HEHE.., they have yet to catch each other though!!! >:)
hiii (again lol) just wanted to elaborate a little, but there is so much in the way you write particularly Sniper and his struggles with shame, loneliness, that hunger (in all its forms) and complex parental relationships that just resonates so deeply. Reading (and rereading) through the series and the evocative way you describe everything and break down/talk through it within and in bonus posts has really helped me put words to some of own feelings and motivated me to work towards improvement!
(i hope its okay that i combined both of your asks, i didnāt want to risk mixing up my thoughts or leaving anything about either one unanswered! ;-; <3) FIRST OF ALLā¦ā¦ iām ltierally so speechless ;;; thank you SO much for sending me this, it really means the entire universe to meā¦ like i genuinely adore that something that i wrote from such a personal part of me is emotionally impacting people who read itā¦ like it fills me with so much love knowing that there are people out there who can relate toā¦.. sniperāsā¦ā¦.. yesā¦ of courseā¦. sniperāsā¦ā¦ā¦ journey with falling in love, internalized homophobia, sexual repression, rental trauma etcā¦ sometimes being a human feels So Much and i really donāt know how else to describe it LOL but itāsā¦ A Lot. in good and bad ways. and sometimes iām just overwhelmed with emotion and i donāt know how to feel or what to feel or what iām even feeling, i just know iām feeling a LOT! and iāve always felt like a total freak for how i process emotions and how i see love and so it just brings me so much comfort and joy to know that not only do people understand and appreciate sniperās journey, but they also relate to it too ;;; i am holding all of our delicate hearts so close to my chest!! ;u; <3333
and YESSS ;;;; i love both of these things too, they were Big Deals to me to write. i cried when i wrote the first two chapters of fever over a year ago and back then i didnāt have anywhere near the amount of engagement (on here, twt, ao3, anywhere really) and so i was so scared that when i Would post this fic, iād get laughed at or misunderstood (couldnāt decide which was worse lol) and so itās reallyā¦ like.. idk how to describe itā¦ but it feels like a heavy hand on my shoulder in a really good way.. like the reception itās gotten, iām genuinely blown awayā¦ ;___; and i really appreciate people being comfortable enough to be Vulnerable with me like i feel like iām being Vulnerable with you by posting my fics.., ;; iāve cried a lot of tears as iāve been writing these fics and they really are a massive part of Me (and my gf + our relationship heh) and iām just so happy that people enjoy themā¦
the tenderness hurting more than pain..,., like idk how else to describe it lsdkfjsdjf. being told your whole life that you canāt let your emotions dominate you, you canāt let your feelings get in the way of What Really Matters (which as it turns out.. isā¦ nothing really at all lol. or nothing that canāt be Enhanced With Feelingsā¦!) and realizing later in life like oh my god. iāve wasted so much time being This Person and now itās not working anymoreā¦ and you cling to That Person because theyāre all youāve known how to beā¦ and the idea of putting yourself out there as Who You Are and not Who You Were Told To Beā¦ god itās horrific. and so scary. and it sucks. but for the sake of loveā¦ you want to tryā¦ but how do you even tryā¦ wellā¦ with a lot of attempts! and after a while it starts to get a little more natural.. and a little more naturalā¦. <3 hehe.. and the feeling of rejection from your parents (who you are desperate to please) for things that you canāt help or donāt even understand yourselfā¦ it feels really bleak. and sniperās only been taught to just āpower through itā but itās likeā¦ that canāt work forever.. sometimes you need to turn around and Face what you feelā¦ and shoving through it only works for so longā¦!
iām so happy to hear that youāve been inspired to improve yourself too, iām right there with you!! being in a place emotionally where you find the ability to like. Look Within Yourself and at least Try to improve,, itās really hard!! and sniper and medic doing it in their own unique ways (and the slow crawl that they do it at!) and seeing them beā¦ not so great at it but theyāre getting better! i think thatās a really human traitā¦ like itās okay that things donāt magically fall into place all at once Conveniently, you know what i mean? and i think with tf2 characters especially itās likeā¦ theyāre all immature, theyāre far from perfect, but theyāre also so capable of loveā¦ in their own ways hehe!! but i think thatās fun. i like that we can all have a little emotional vulnerabilityā¦ together! :ā)
thank you SO much again for this wonderful message, i sincerely adore talking with you about my writing and i am always so glad to hear that you enjoy it!! ;_; <333 ILYYYYYY MY DEAR FRIEND ;_____; <3333333
