TF2 x Reader Oneshots

Heavy X Reader (L)

(L)- Lemon. No like no read.

Hey y'all! Last fruit of the lemon tree until next time. Don't forget to vote and comment. Enjoy loves! :*

Warning: Not suitable to virgin eyes due to graphic and explicit scenes.

There was a harsh sound of packaging tape tearing away from the surface of some old cardboard boxes followed by the shuffling and thumping of objects as they were being rummaged and thrown aside. You followed the noise as it bounced off the walls of the wooden corridor and turned a corner before finding the source to be no other than Heavy surrounded by, as what first impressions might imply, rotting boxes and piles of useless junk.

"Hey there Misha," you asked from the doorway of the Russian's room, "what's wrong?"

Mikhail, your husband of two years, didn't even bother to look into your general direction as he continued to bury his nose into a smaller box before hurling that behind his shoulder as well. The box hit the wooden wall with a soft thump before falling onto the floor with a much softer flop!

"Alright," you sighed in exasperation, stepping awkwardly over the various trinkets littering the floor as to not step on them. You finally made your way over to your husband and sat down on a dusty cushion lying behind him.

"What are you doing?" you inquired, looking up to his face. You could care less about what your lover was doing; all you focused on was the glimmer of worry and annoyance present in his deep blue eyes.

"I have to find...stuff," he grunted, still not facing you.

"What stuff?"

"Stuff."

Oh wow, you thought bitterly. You prepared to get up and walk away when his huge hand dropped the papers it was holding to grasp your wrist. The feat was both amazing as well as frightening, seeing as how he had his eyes still locked on to the papers when he had done it.

"Stuff not here," he mumbled under his breath, "guess we'll have to go back to Russia and get it."

"Okay first of all, don't you think that going all the way back to Russia for this 'stuff' is a little overboard, and second, what do you mean by 'we'?"

"First of all," Heavy countered, standing up to his full height, "no- going back to Russia for stuff is not overboard, second you come with me."

"W-why?!" you exclaimed louder than what you would've liked, "Russia has bears, and snow, and women who might beat me up!"

"Heavy will feel lonely," was all that he answered, "besides, Russia not so bad; warm soup and bear meat feel nice too."

You bit your lip as you fixed your gaze on his puppy dog eyes. It was almost irresistible to deny and the giant knew how to use it to his advantage. Not wanting to disappoint, you finally lost to the adorable exterior and gave a long aggravated sigh as you rolled your tired eyes.

"Fine," you said, "we're going to Russia."

Heavy beamed gleefully, picking you up and twirling you in his huge arms.

"Heavy and leetle (Y/N) are going to Russia!" he yelled happily.

***

"We're here," Heavy announced softly as though he were afraid of upsetting the melting, little icicles that tried to reach for the ground from the wooden ceiling of his former home in the isolated forests of the North.

Contrary to his previous acts of caution, the Russian carelessly dropped your luggages onto the cold, rocky floor which disturbed the tranquility and stillness previously present in the air.