TF2 x Reader Oneshots

Jealous!Scout X Reader

At that moment, he pulled away from your touch, his face sour and scrunched, and his eyes shut in pain.

"Jeremy-"

"Look (Y/N), I need to know how you really feel about me," he burst out suddenly, "it's messin' me up and I can't stop thinkin' about it."

"Jeremy you know how much I love you-"

"No I don't," he interrupted your appeasement, "whenever it's you and me out of the base, I see ya lookin' at other guys and I wonder if you want me to be more like them. For someone who says they love me, you sure as hell don't act like it!"

Mortified, you tried defending yourself, "No, I mean- I know I look at other men, but it doesn't mean that I want them; and I never wanted you to change, I've never had any reason to."

"Really now?" Scout fumed, ripping himself away from the bed. "Well let me give you some sweetcheeks: I'm loud, I'm embarrassing, I'm boring, I don't got much- I ain't good enough for you."

"No!" you cried, silent tears streaming down your face. You stood up and nearly fell over, "Jeremy I never saw you as all that. Why are you acting like this? I do love you. Don't you trust me?"

His chest heaved dangerously and hot tears blurred his vision, "You'll leave just like the rest of them, won't you?"

"No! Jeremy I'm not leaving you!"

"Why would you stay? I've never done nothin' right!"

"Jeremy stop- you're overreacting!"

A loud report emanated from the entrance and you just registered seconds later that your door has been slammed against the old wooden walls. Spy stood there in the doorway with wide eyes, the cigarette stick in his mouth nearly falling off his lips.

"What's going on 'ere?" he asked loudly, fierce enough to silence the both of you.

"Scout get out now," he ordered under his breath.

The man only spat in response, "Don't tell me what to do frog, you ain't my dad."

The Frenchman lifted a suspecting eyebrow and sighed exasperatedly, "Please, just- I 'ave to talk to (Y/N)."

Before the Bostonian could come up with a snarky repartee, Spy shot him an impatient look and pointed a gloved finger at him.

"And we will talk later, mon fils."

Red faced, Jeremy scoffed at the older man and marched out of the room, and suddenly he felt rather daft and embarrassed as he stared through dark continuity of the long hallway. The soft tears drowning your eyes and the despair coming from your lips plagued his already troubled mind and gave him another thing to worry about.

I've been a real dick, he thought bitterly, making his way over to the mess hall. I never meant to lash out on her...hell, I don't even know what happened back there. Man, I really fucked up this time. Will she still forgive me?

Scout brought his fists to his eyes and hunched his back as he sat on the nearby couch and drowned in the sea of his own shame. He really felt like a fool, and he knew he looked like one as well. How did he even let it go this far? It was supposed to be a simple, civil conversation and nothing more; but as he stared at the faded wooden planks between his legs, the young man gave a heavy sigh and committed on giving another chance of a conversation. It had to be done.

And if you decide to end things with him, so be it.

***

You sat on your cold bed and stared at the tiny minuscule ants that gathered around the lone crumb of what used to be a crispy potato chip. You watched as the creatures danced around it, as if devising an ingenious plan and they seemingly have figured out the execution for they got into respective positions and marched off with their prize, one mandible on each side to steady the crumb.