TF2 Oneshots & Imagines!

Adorably Oblivious [Medic x Reader, Fluff]

1234 words.

     Medic sat at his desk located in the Med Bay, slightly hunched over a sheet of paper he was filling in to note down reactions to his experiments. He's distracted though, gripping at his hair and groaning in irritation every time he looses his focus. 

"Gah.. I can't focus..!" he grunts, trying to think of the paper again. His thoughts kept coming and going, and they all had one thing in common. They were all about you. His face was a bright pink ever since the thoughts started, and now he can't stop! He doesn't know how to. Medic ends up slamming his fist on the table, inevitably breaking the pencil in his hand. He huffs and sets the, now broken, pencil down. He looks over to the mug of hot chocolate he made for himself and took a quick sip before pushing himself away from the desk and standing. He quickly cracks his neck and his knuckles before leaving the Med Bay for some friendly advice from a friend.  

After a good while of walking, he arrived to the front door of Heavy's door. He raised his fist and gently knocked on the door. 

"Ehm, hello? My fruend, are you zhere?" Medic called out softly. Soon enough, the hunk of a man himself opened the door and looked down at the German doctor.

"Ah, hello Doktor." Heavy greeted, "Iz good to see you. Did you want something?" 

"Ye-Yes. I need jour help.. I zink I am sick." Medic blubbers embarrassedly.

"Why does leetle Medic need Heavy's help? You are Doktor, da?" Heavy tilts his head, a confused tone in his voice.

"V-Vell, yes, but zhis time I don't even know what the sickness is! J-Just.. let me in und I vill explain." Medic says, and Heavy lets him into the room, closing the door behind him. They both took seats, across from each other as if they were in a makeshift therapy session. 

"So.. how is Doktor feeling?" Heavy begins, motioning to him gently.

"Vell for beginners.. I can't focus! I have been trying to put my notes down for some experiments I've done, but I can't stop zinking!" Medic rubs his temple.

"Thinking? About what?" Heavy asks.

"About (Y/N)! She has been on my mind ever since this morning! I can't concentrate on my vork!" Medic's face goes increasingly red the more he speaks, and he doesn't even understand why. "I cannot help but zink about wholesome zings! It's like she has climbed into my brain und burrowed herself in my zhoughts!" he groans. Heavy covers his mouth and smiles under it, trying to look as serious and stoic as he always is.

"And her actions in battle have not been helping eizher! She protects everyone, und always helps carry our team to victory, vhich everyone does! I do not understand vhy I am only getting zhese thoughts about specifically her." he whines, his face as red as a beet now.

"Dokto--"

"And it'z not just zhat! Her features and personality are getting to me as vell! Have jou seen her damn smile?! It shines as bright as the Sun on a Summer day!"

"Doktor--"

"The sound of her laugh is like listening to soft piano und violin! Zhe vay she gets along vhis everyone else makes me feel veird inside.. my stomach starts turning und my heart rate rises! Zhere must be somesing I am missing.. Perhaps I am allergic to somesing on her? Ja, das muss es sein! Maybe I am allergic to.. the perfume she wears! Or a piece of clothing she has! Yes, yes! I have found it out!" Medic stands from his seat, but gets immediately pushed back into the seat by Heavy. "Wha-"

"No, Doktor. You are not allergic to (Y/N.)" he says, a smile on his face as he chuckles softly.

"Vell.. vhat is it?" Medic bounces in his seat.

"You are in love, Doktor." Heavy finishes, shaking his head. "You have feelings for her."

"Vh.. Vhat? No, zhat can't be it..!" Medic shakes his head. "How do jou know zhis?"

"Hm.. let's see, you are constantly thinking about her, you have noted things from her features and personality, and you overall this she is stunning." Heavy counts on his fingers as he speaks. "Do I have to say more?"

"..N-No.. Jou have proven your point.." Medic grumbles, his face a bright pink. "B-But vhat am I supposed to do now?"

"Confess." 

The one simple word threw Medic off. "Vhat?"

"Confess! Tell leetle (Y/N) about your feelings. Plus, I think she likes you too." 

"Und how do you know zhat?" Medic cocks an eyebrow up, tilting his head.

"Hand you not seen how leetle (Y/N) acts around you? Do you remember the dove dolls she gave you?" 

"Zhe ones that Archimedes teared to pieces, yes?"

"That vas a sign of affection, Doktor. She also goes red when we talk about you in front of her, and she cherishes that scarf you gave her a while back." 

"Sh-She does? I zhought she vould have thrown it out by now.." Medic flushes.

"Vell, she hasn't. I suggest you go tell her now, she is most likely in her room." Heavy says, and Medic almost immediately perks up and nods.

"Yes! I vill! Danke, my fruend!" Medic grins, running out of the room. Heavy shakes his head and chuckles, relaxing once again.

--Timeskip--

You laid on your bed, right on your back. You were listening to music and nodding along pithing, until you heard a gentle knock at your door. Sitting up, you stretched and rolled out of your space and took your earbuds out. You swiftly set your items down and opened the door, seeing Medic with a pink face and his fist raised, as if he was about to knock again.

"Ehm.. He-Hello, (Y/N)." Medic waves timidly, trying to fix his hunched over posture.

"Oh, hey Medic!" you smiled, and Medic's heart nearly skipped a beat. "Do you need anything?"

"V-Vell, no, I-I mean yes! I wanted to talk to jou about somesing.." Medic scratches the back of his head shyly.

"Come on in, you can tell me in here." you say, letting Medic enter your room and sit at your bed. You sat next to him, and he tenses up slightly.

"(Y-Y/N).. I have been vanting to tell jou somesing for a while now." Medic starts off, and you listen intently.

"And that is?"

"(Y/N).. IreallylikeyouandIthinkyouarereallyprettyandIhopeyoulikemeback!" Medic blurts in fast, accented gibberish, but you heard enough to understand. Your face goes red in 0.7 seconds, a little smile forming.

"Aw.. Medic.. do you really mean that?" you smile, and he squeezes his eyes shut. He nods vigorously, his face somehow redder than yours. Without warning, you gently take Medic by the collar of his shirt and pull him close, startling him. He makes a small surprised noise, but before he can speak, you lean in and bring him in for a gentle kiss. Your lips dance together for a while, until the burning of your lungs became too much to bear. You pull away slowly, panting gently. 

"I.. do not know how to react.." he bites his lip shyly. "Z-Zhe most I can say is.. I love you.. (Y/N.)" 

You giggle softly, pecking him softly. "I love you too, Doc." you blush.

"I am glad.. overjoyed." he chuckles nuzzling your neck gently. 

"Ich liebe dich.."