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my personal headcanon yeah

can u do TF2 headcanon for a male! Reader who was around Scout when they were in secondary school but has now transitioned (ftm) . The reader looks nothing like how Scout saw him in secondary school , reader is now muscular , dresses in black & other dark colors as well as having LONG curly hair. thanku

TF2 Scout reunion with reader who was a friend in his past Headcanons [platonic]

[ Male Trans! FTM Reader 🏳️‍⚧️]

> You and Scout go way back. You remember how you met the guy, he was the most energetic in the class, always having the best ideas on what games you two should play or was the one constantly talking and braggin about himself or his Mom

> But as I said it was a ling time ago. Many things changed not only about you but about him

> You got yourself job at Mann.co, and you were assigned to RED Team, where the best of the best and crazy of the most crazy people on this planet were assigned

> You meet everyone one by one, from support to defence. Later you were supposed to meet up with last 9th member of the team, and surprise surprise, it was him

> It took you some time to realise that this, this is Jeremy! You were so happy to meet him, but for him you were a new person now

> At first he didn't believe you at all. "Sorry man but I do not know ya. You must have mistaken me for someone else", only after telling him things only he should know, he finally connected the dots

> "Woah! Wait weren't you chick before?" Straight to the point question. I mean can you blame him? You look completely deferent now! From style that is mostly black to your long curly hair

> I don't think he would even care if you are a dude or not. He would be confused and probably you'd have to explain this to him over and over again before he finnaly understands your story and point of view

> Just like in past you two have fun doing anything really! From games to capturing the enemy plans!

> He 100% challenges you on arm wrestling after seeing your muscles "Come on! I wanna beat you already!" He says. Later he drinks his bonk embarrassed when you beat him

Hey there again, I have once again come with another request. My partner and I don't exactly comform to stereotypical gender roles, and shes the first person I've ever been with who's not a straight guy that's made me feel bad if I ever stepped out of the realm of femininity. That being said, it would be really, really sweet to see an x reader fic that is perhaps trans x trans, I personally hc Medic and Sniper as a trans men, but any x reader with a merc you could see as being trans would be cool. Like, a budding romance in which both people involved find yet another thing that connects them. Only if you feel comfortable, of course.

Not so deferent

◇ HCTrans!Medic x Trans Reader[romantic]

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Solider was in Medic's office, shouting and complaining how today's match ended in shameful stalemate meanwhile Medic (completely ignoring him, only nodding from time to time) bandaged his wounds and sewed his most limbs back together. Meanwhile you sat outside alone, in red corridor filled with empty chairs, with wound dripping more and more blood each time you tried to move. Today your team lost, and you were one of the few unlucky people to get badly wounded, not being able to respawn and heal. You couldn't help but feel nervous. It was your first time to be examinated by Medic, alone. Sure you had your chest surgery for the übercharge, but this was done when you had gaint hole in your chest, and when Medic's medigun healed you, just like Heavy, it also fixed your shirt, so no one knew you were.... deferent.

Finnaly you heard Solider's loud "Thanks Doc!". Ready, you stood up, and walked past your teammate, into the Laboratory. You looked around noticing pigeons happly flying around, puddles of blood on the floor and Medic himself, cleaning his bonesaw, preparing for his next speciment- I mean- teammate. He turned around getting you with big smile across his face.

"At! There you are. Glad to see you are the last of my patients, so what is it? Lost limbs? Broken bones?"

You sat down and pointed at your side. He gently lifted your shirt up and from his reaction you could tell it was bad.

"What an injury it is! You definitely need to tell me how you got it. Was it from Demo and his sword? Maybe from Sniper's kukri? I can't wait to hear it!" Medic said before making you lie down on his operation table.

"Now, can you lift your shirt up for me?"

You didn't know what to do. You lifted your shirt, only slightly up, bearly revealing your wound.

"Oh mein libe, don't be shy. We are alone here after all. I am [was] a doctor, no need to feel embarrassed now. I suggest you take of your shirt quickly, don't want you to pass out from the blood loss now, I'm still eager to hear how did you get that nasty wound in the first place".

You hesitated, but you knew you could trust him, so you took your shirt off. Medic glanced at your chest, tilting his head a bit, he smiled and put his medigun over you.

You waiting for something, his reaction on this. Maybe he didn't notice? No...then he wouldn't laugh. Why did he laugh? Was he laughing at you?...

"Is everything alright mein libe?" Medic asked noticing your nervousness.

"It's..." you started "you see.... you aren't surprised or...mad?"

"Mad?" Medic giggled "At what? You?"

You nodded.

"You mean, for the-" he pointed at your scars.

You nodded again.

Medic chukled again, and sat down next to you.

"What a ridiculous thing, of course I'm not mad! Surprised, yes, but never mad"

He noticed you looking away, he thought for a bit before taking your hand.

"So we aren't so definitely after all..."

You looked at him confused.

"It was a hard operation, I had to do it myself because non of the clinics I was in wanted to attempt such a thing! Not to brag but, I manage to do it while passing out only twice"

Both of you stared at each other, holding your hands tight, feeling how word around your doesn't exist anymore, there is just you two.

"Mein libe, you shouldn't be ashamed for what you are. All you have to do is to be you"

Medic smiled as he put small bandage over you hand, and kissed it gently.

He stayed by your side, as your were healed. Both of you talked about your experiences, thoughts, feelings. Each word you felt more and more connected to this strange german doctor, who made your heart race each time he completed how beautiful you are.

It was...nice to know someone could understand you, that there was someone you can relate to. When your wound healed, you didn't walk out, instead you decided to stay and help Medic cleaning his laboratory. He aggred, happily jumping from story to story, just to keep a conversation with you. Of course he let you feel Archimedes with eyeballs, and pet other pigeons saying "They really like you!".

It was a nice way to end your day, you didn't even remember your team lost battle, all you wanted to do is to speak with Medic, and Medic? All he wanted was to hold you, speak with you, comfort you, because today two people found another beautiful thing that connects them...

[I apologise for making you wait! I didn't have a lot of energy to write anything for the past month... I hope you and your partner like it! Thank you for your patience my friend and I can't wait to hear another request from you, and this time I promise to write it faster 💀'"]

Mind and body.

◇ warning: mentions of decapitation, blood and trauma.

◇ TF2 BLU Spy mini-story

BLU Spy sat in his room, slowly moving his arms up and down. It's been a while since he felt them. Yesterday, Medic sewed his head back to his body. Spy was terrified of Medic during the prossigure. Even if he was wearing BLU, he still looked like a man who cut his head off, held him captive, tortured, and experimented on him! Luckily, Engineer was with him, helping and telling him he's safe now. He would finally have his body back.

He thought that maybe this would make him feel better... but ...he only felt worse. Spy couldn't walk for a couple of hours. He could only move his face. Fortunately, he finally moved his legs, soon arms. After a couple of hours, he was finally able to move, but as he stood up, he immediately fell. Medic suggested he should get a wheelchair, but Spy refused. He didn't want his teammates to see him like this. Weak. Pathetic. Engi manages to convince him that he will help him take him to his room. Both of them walked down the hall as Spy made slow steps. It felt...wierd to feel his limbs moving at his command, to know that now he can go wherever he wants. He was finally free. Engi helped Spy lay down on his bed, then he walked out, leaving him alone. Spy closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Buzzing sound made him open his eyes. Suddenly he felt cold...he looked around, realising he couldn't move his limbs again. He called out for the engineer but stiped she he heard a voice. That voice... Soon, someone opened the door. This is when he realized he was back in the fridge, again as nothing more than talking head, and now he was looking at RED Medic himself. He reached his hands; covered in blood...his blood.

"Ah, you finally woke up! Were you dreaming? Now. Let's go... it's time for another experiment."

RED Medics laughed echoed around BLU Spy as he was trying to back away from his arm, that squized his neck. He tried to fight back, scream, say something, but he couldn't. He couldn't...

"NO! Stay AWAY!" Spy screamed. He was sweating, and breathing fast, panicking. It took him some time to realise he wasn't in the fridge. He wasn't in the laboratory. There was no RED Medic around. He was safe, safe in his room, in his bed. He put his shaking hand over his neck and moved his fingers over the scar. After that he couldn't sleep. He was constantly trying to stay awake, just to be sure this wasn't a dream. That if he'll wake up again, this time he will be back in that fridge for real, and this all...this all is just a bitter sweet dream...

The next day, he was finally able to walk on his own. Unfortunately, he was clumsy and bumped into various objects along the way, almost falling down the stairs. He also lost his reflex. It wasn't common for him to drop something on the floor or not catch anything thrown in his way. His teammates couldn't help but laugh when he wasn't able to finish simple tasks. Scout had the most fun, making a lot of "head" jokes. Of course, he never said them around Spy. He was a bastard but he knew where the limits were. He even helped Spy a couple of times when no one was looking, and when Spy was asking him why he was going that he always found himself an excuse.

"I'm just helpin' you because it's just pathetic to watch"

Or

"I'm bored alright?"

But others weren't so kind. BLU Demo throw things at Spy, who wasn't able to catch them as quickly as he used to. BLU Pyro didn't really understand why Spy is distant, so once she brought RED Medics dead head to him. Spy walked away from him as fast as possible, leaving Pyro confused. Solider tried to take him outside and make him do some activities, but Spy was still too weak, so he was getting tried fast, so he left unnoticed using his cloak. Sniper didn't really care if he came back or not, but he wasn't cruel to him and didn't make fun of him like Demo did.

Spy wasn't the same after that experience. His limbs felt heavy, almost annoying to use. He was getting more and more furious when he couldn't finish simple tasks like holding his knife. He tried to use it, spin it once or twice, but he cut himself each time he tried. Of course, he was healing his injuries by himself. He was still too afraid to even speak to his Medic...

He thought a lot about it. Each time he went to bed, he prayed he would wake up here and not there. Not in that fridge, not with that crazy man. He touched his neck and felt the stitches holding him together. He felt scars that even Medics' medigun couldn't heal. They stayed this way, and each time he looked in the mirror, he saw a constant reminder of the mistake that had led him to this...

[Some BLU Spy angst Idea based on post by @paranoidginger thank youfor the inspiration!💀🌌]