Tf2 One-shots [Requests Closed]

Scaredy Cat {Scary!Medic x Shy/Easily scared Reader}

For Tf2HoneyBunny Enjoy!

"RED/BLU team, wins!" I sighed and holstered my gun. Winning meant Soldier would lay off us for the next day or so. I made my way back to the locker room, passing Spy on the way. He was probably my only friend on base, mostly because I find it hard to talk to anyone else.

"Bonjour mom ami."
"Hey Spy. I saw your score, nice job."
He chuckled kindly. "Merci."
I nodded, but clutched my stomach. Spy looked at me worriedly.
"Are 'ou alright?"
I nodded again. "Just, um...." I looked around before whispering to him. "Cramps."
He nodded understandingly. "Have 'ou taken any medication?"
"God no. I'd have to go see," I gulped. "Him."
"Why do you avoid Medic?"
"He-he scares me..."

"Who scares jou fraüline?"
I jumped in my skin. I turned around slowly and look up, the tall dark German towering over me. His white lab coat was stained with fresh blood and his gray-blue eyes bore into my own. I gulped.
"N-n-no one." I manage to squeak out. I massive cramp hit me, and I clutched my stomach, groaning in pain.
"Are jou alright?" He asked, almost... worriedly?
"I-I'm f-fine."
"Hmm. Vould jou come vith me, bitte? I vould like to do an examination."
I stared at him in horror. "No! Really, I'm fi- OW!" I clutched my stomach again, my head spinning from the pain. I fell to the ground, and passed out in pain.

~Time skip~

My eyes opened slowly, my heart beating faster as I realize where I am: the Med-Bay. It's dark out, the slightest hint of moonlight peering through the windows. I'm laying on the examination table, a metal stand next to my head. I sit up slowly and look at the stand. I swallow hard as I see what's on it.

A bone saw, a scalpel, and other various medical tools lay on a tray. I heard a noise, and turned my head to look. A door opened, revealing the terrifying Doctor.

"Glad to see jou're avake fraüline. How are jou feeling?"
I gulped before answering. "F-fine..."
"Gut. If jou don't mind, I vould like to do an examination. Just to be sure jou're fully recovered."

I really didn't want to, but I knew it was futile to deny the German, so I simply nodded.
He did the usual physical: checking blood pressure, eyesight, and temperature.

"Jou seem in fine health," he said, putting down his stethoscope. "Just one more thing bitte."
"Y-yes?"

He looked me in the eyes, putting his hands on either side of me on the examination table. He frowned, eyebrows furrowed.

"Vhy are jou scared of me?"
"W-w-what?" I stuttered.
"Vhy are jou afraid of me fraüline?"

I gulped, gathering what little courage I had to speak. "I-I don't know..." He looked at me questioningly. "You're just... Intense, I guess..." I really had no excuse for my fear of the German, but ever since I came here, I've been intimidated by him.

He sighed, pulling up a chair to sit next to the table. He took off his glasses and put them on the side table, running his hands through his black hair. He looked back up at me, his eyes filled with sorrow and a sad smile on his face. He took my hands in his, and spoke.

"I... I don't vant jou to be afraid of me (y/n). I vant to protect jou, keep jou safe." He stood up and put a hand on the side of my face, brushing away a strand of hair that fell in front of my eyes. He looked at me with kind eyes, his smile now loving. "Ich leibe dich (y/n)."

At that moment, something in me broke: a dam holding back hidden feelings I never knew were there. He leaned in, putting his forehead to mine. I let my instincts take over.

I closed my eyes and kissed him.