Tf2 One-shots [Requests Closed]

Safe {Werewolf! Medic x Reader}

For Tf2HoneyBunny . I FINALLY got it done. Yay! :D
Trigger warning for attempted rape (don't worry, it doesn't go too far) and gore. Enjoy!

"Get you another one ma'am?" Asked the bartender.
"Sure, why not," you said. "Not driving home tonight anyway."
He chuckled and handed you another (alcoholic beverage). You took a sip before looking around the bar. You hated it here: it was loud, humid, and full of people. But you needed the distraction. You needed to drink away your sorrows, erase all memories of that bastard, even if only for a little while.

Not two hours sago, you walked into your apartment, exhausted from work. You put your coat in the closer and kicked off you shoes, calling to your boyfriend.

"Jason! I'm home!" You waited for a moment, hearing no answer.
"Jason?" You called again. You walked toward the bedroom. He's probably sleeping. You thought to yourself. But as you neared your shared bedroom, you heard giggling, a feminine voice that was very clearly enjoying itself. Your blood boiled, you knew exactly what was happening. You stomped to the bedroom, opening the door, and confirmed your suspicions.

You gave him and that whore three hours to get his stuff and leave., before you would come back and kick both of their asses.

So here you were, drowning your sorrows in alcohol and surrounding yourself with strangers.

You took another drink of your (alcohol), finishing it off, when someone sat down next to you. You looked at him- not directly, but out of the corner of your eye.

His black hair was neatly combed, a singular curl resting on his forehead.he donned a black leather jacket over a tight, white t-shirt, as well as black jeans and tennis shoes.

He looked at you, catching you staring, and chuckled. His voice was deep and accented as he spoke: he was German.

"See somezing interesting fraü?" He asked, as the bartender handed him a whiskey. You chuckled before replying.
"Maybe I do."
He smirked. "Gut. I try my best to appear interesting."
"Well," you said, turning around in your stool, your back now against the front of the counter. "The jacket does wonders."

He chuckled again, and you noticed something; his canines were exceptionally pointy. He noticed you looking at his mouth, and seemingly smiled more.

"Looking at mein teeth?'
You blushed a bit. "Yeah, sorry. kinda makes me seem like a freak, huh?"
"Nein, I get it more often zen jou zink. I suppose people are just naturally curious," he said, taking a drink.
"Any particular reason their like that?"
"Like vat?"
You shrugged. "I don't know, maybe your a vampire or something," you said sarcastically.
"Close," he said, turning to you, "but Nein. I'm a verevolf."
You laughed. "Right." He looked almost hurt for a moment, before chuckling again.

A sudden presence on your other side coughT your attention, but not for long. As soon as you saw the guy, you were creeped out.

"Yo! Get me a beer," he said before turning to look at you. He got a look on his face, one you knew all to well. He was gonna hit on you.

"Well hello sweet cheeks. How you doin?" He asked, a sleazy smile on his face. You rolled your eyes and turned back to your drink, trying to ignore him. But he had other plans.

"Hey baby, why don't we blow this place, yeah? Head back to my place, see if you can't blow somethin else?"
You almost vomited. "In your dreams."
"Well that's not very nice," he said, now much closer than you would've liked. He put his hand on your lower back, slowly and not-so-subtly making his way towards your ass.