TF2 x Reader Oneshots

Scout X Sick!Reader

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You groaned in your bed, shivering and curled up in a ball. Scout came in with your bottles of medicine, looking somewhat worriedly at you.

"(Y/N), you're gettin' worse," he commented, placing a hand on your brow, "c'mon now. Take your medicine."

You complied with disgust. It wasn't entirely your fault; the substance really was gross.

"Please, let me rest." you whispered.

"No can do toots," he replied, "you still have this pill to take."

You groaned louder, but deep inside, you really enjoyed the attention he was giving you. You've never seen him so...caring and responsible. It made you blush despite yourself. After taking that darned pill, you finally were allowed to sleep; until of course, he has to wake you up for another one. With his care, you finally started feeling better.

One day, he went inside the room, rather obtrusively, holding a bowl of chicken soup. "Come on (Y/N), made this badboy mahself! Ya gotta try it."
You peered into the bowl and gave him a questioning look. "This soup contains a whole piece of chicken- you were supposed to cut it into bits!"

"I prefer bein' unique toots," he replied saucily. You couldn't help but smile. He was trying, you could tell; and you hated to admit that you have been lying to him for the past two days. You were still sick, yes, but you knew you could've bore with the illness, it wasn't as bad as it was before. So why did you do it? Realizing the gnawing feeling in your chest, you tried to distance yourself from the Bostonian.

"Scout," you began, taking the warm bowl from his hands, "I can handle myself, you must be busy."

"Aw toots, no way I ain't; nobody gonna hold the Scout down- I'm my own man," and as expected, he started flexing in front of you, grinning jauntily as he did so.

"Scout, if you're gonna put up this terrible display, I suggest you turn the lights off."

"And what? Miss out on this?"

You couldn't help but stare. Despite popular belief among the group, he wasn't the weak, baby man member of the team. He can fire scatterguns and not break his wrist; he can run quickly with his long, toned legs; he can jump high enough to dodge enemy artillery; he was a strong man- he is a mercenary!

But, some hearsays are true. He was rather clumsy, and he heroicly smiled at you when he balanced himself before falling face flat on the floor; he should really check whether he put his hand on the furniture next time he tries to lean onto something.

But as strong as you are, you can't fight your conscience; much less, lie to a friend. Biting your lip, you stood up and looked him in the eye.

"Scout...I'm-I'm sorry," you whispered, "I've been faking the fever for two days now."

He looked rather shocked, and yet, you kept looking down, waiting for him to explode.

"W-why'd ya do it?" he asked in a quiet tone.

"I..." you began sadly, "I just really wanted to spend more time with you. I-I like you, quite a lot, and I don't know why: you've had a lot of women, and even though that should be enough to keep myself from liking you, I still do."

You paused to suck in a breath. "Maybe I just want you to remember me as something more...I'm sorry."

Adrenaline kicked in; brain waves telling you to dash out and run like a Scout yourself. You succumbed to your urges and sprinted out and tried to get away, head hung in shame when the Bostonian grabbed your arm and pulled you back in. You looked into his eyes with your puffy, teary ones.

"I swear, I'm-"

But before anything else, you felt him pull you even closer, and he crashed his lips onto yours. You were so shocked you hadn't noticed Scout pulling away and looking at you with an unreadable expression.

"....Scout...."

"...th-that was actually my first kiss..."

You blushed furiously, turning red as a tomato. You didn't know what to do, what to say; and guess what: neither did he.

"Can we be," Scout awkwardly began, rubbing his nape, "uh, you know...together or something?"

"Are you sure this is real?" you asked, "maybe it's just a spur of the moment thing or crap..."

"I've liked ya for quite awhile now. At first I thought you were just pretty, but damn was I wrong."

Hearing those words coming out from his own mouth made you smile, and you couldn't wait to give your side. With a smug smirk, you kissed him once more.

"Well...what do you think?"

Well? :3