TF2 X Reader OneShots (ReDux)

CBS x (Abused!)Reader

I heard somebody running upstairs. The person who threw my door open was Jorell. He was covered in blood and there was fear in his eyes.

"You gotta get out of here! There's a crazy guy who killed everybody downstairs, including John!" I was frozen with shock. He was...dead? He grabbed me and shook me.

"What the hell are you doing just sitting there?! Go, run!" Suddenly, something burst from his chest, getting blood all over me. He let go of me, dropping me to the floor. The knife was pulled out, and he fell to the floor, dead as a doornail.

I trembled with fear. Whoever this was, they were going to kill me next. I must not have realized how tired I was, because combined with the shock of being free, having somebody die in front of me, and not sleeping for three days, I passed out.

CBS's P.O.V.

Once he dropped to the floor, I saw the girl I was looking for. She was in a closet, most likely her room. I couldn't understand how she was sleeping there. It was filthy, even to me. I don't know how she tolerated it.

She was trembling for a moment, then she fainted. Probably because of the blood. It was easier for me, anyway.

I swept her up into my arms and carried her out. I stepped outside and nodded at Christian Pure Spy, who went inside and started cleaning up. He understood why I was doing this. Thank god he agreed to help me, otherwise I couldn't have done this.

I run back to my cabin. It's comfortable and safe there, the best place for her.

Once I get there, I set her down and check her for a phone. I grab it and see that she's at low battery. I hook it up to my charger, grateful she has the same type of phone I do, then check her clothes for sizes. I don't find any.

"Bugger." She looks like a medium in Men's, so I guess that's what I'm getting for her. Wait, scratch that, a small. I growl and am filled with gratitude that I killed them all. She'll be a medium soon enough, with proper feeding...

Your P.O.V.

I wake up in a bed. Like, a real one, and not my boyfriend's, either. I try to sit up, but hiss in pain and lay back down. Somebody comes in the room.

"You may not want to try and move for a while. The salve that's healing you right now doesn't exactly like it when you move." I quirk an eyebrow. Salve? Healing? Does...Does medicine have feelings?

The mystery person sits down on the bed and brushes some of my dead hair from my face. My eyes widen.

"Y-You. So...This is safe?" He nods and smiles gently. I smile back. He shifts a bit, visibly uncomfortable.

"Do you know what cup size you are? I had a hard time finding some proper underclothes for you." I blush lightly.

"Um...*insert cup size here*..." He blushes and smiles a bit wider.

"Okay. Thanks, love." I quirked an eyebrow again.

"Why do you keep calling me 'love'?" He grins like the cat that got the cream.

"Because you're sweet, tender, and beautiful. Just like love. You're also broken, but love can fix that too." He leans over and kisses me on the forehead. It leaves me in a tizzy. My first real loving touch...

"You should get some more sleep. See you later, darl." He ruffles my hair a bit and leaves. I fall asleep shortly after, craving being alone with no possibility of getting hurt.

*let's just skip the embarrassment of CBS shopping at Victoria's Secret lol*

Your P.O.V.

I woke up feeling completely refreshed. There was an outfit waiting for me on the dresser. I sat up, and relief flooded through me. The salve worked its magic, apparently, and I felt amazing. I checked myself over, and there were no bruises. I didn't even consider the fact that he rubbed his hands all over my body.

I went outside the room dressed in what he had given me. He looked up and smiled warmly.

"You hungry?" My stomach takes that moment to take action, and I blush deeply at the loud noise. He chuckles.

"Sit down, I got something for you." I cautiously sit down on the couch. He sits down next to me and spears some of the food with a fork, bringing it up and poking my mouth with it.

I blush and open my mouth. He continues feeding me for a few minutes, until the food is gone.

"I'm not a baby..." He chuckles.

"I didn't want you to choke. I had to, you probably wouldn't have been able to restrain yourself from scarfing it down." I giggle. He smiles widely.

"Why are you doing this? For me, of all people?" His expression darkens.

"I've had experience with what you went through, only much worse. The bloody wanks killed me, too. I still don't know how I'm alive today. I'm just glad I was able to help somebody else out." I blush and look down. He tilts my chin up to look at him.

"You have the prettiest (E/C) eyes...Like *insert beautiful flirty synonym to your eye colour here*." I blush harder. He leans towards me. I don't fight him.

It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had up to that point. I was tempted to kiss back immediately. After a few seconds, he suddenly pulls back, letting go of my chin and scooting away a bit, coughing awkwardly.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me..." I smile and lean on his shoulder.

"It's okay." He sends a cautious smile my way. I smile back. We would have to take this slowly, but this could work out.