Tf2 x Reader OneShots [Requests Open]

Sniper x Chubby!Reader

Requested by Panic_At_The_DickHoe

You'd always been chubby. The last few pounds of baby fat just never dropped away, and you were stuck with chubby cheeks, stomach rolls and a body that you hated. Even running around trying to capture the BLU intelligence hadn't made you any fitter, just more out of breath than usual. You excersised relentlessly, only to be teased by Scout about how much faster and fitter he was than you, and that you'd never catch up to him. At first you brushed it off as just another comment and tried not to let it get to you, but over the years each comment had added to the pile, and you snapped at him everytime he even spoke to you.

You were reading a book about how to make weapons from common stationary in the Rec Room, plotting how you'd kill him using a ruler, elastic band and pen cartridge as a crossbow, while still fuming about your previous encounter with him earlier in the morning.

You were just leaving your room with an empty mug, intending to clean it in the Mess Hall, when he sped past you, his shout of 'Morning, fatty!' echoing through the hallway. Enraged, you threw your mug at his back, only for it to fall short of him by a few centimeters. This just made him laugh louder and disappear around the corner, leaving you shouting profanities after him. You wanted to run after him and punch him in the face so badly, but you knew that you'd never be as fast as he was.

You angrily flipped the page of your book, almost tearing it as you thought about all the ways you'd get revenge on Scout if you managed to lose weight. 'Yeah, one day, he'll get what he deserves.' You thought to yourself.

Across the room, drinking coffee from his #1 Sniper mug and polishing his rifle, sat the Aussie himself. He was distracted - so distracted that he didn't notice he was rubbing polish onto his hand rather than his rifle - by the woman that sat opposite him, quietly reading her book. He studied her beautiful features, her shiny (h/c) hair, her perfect body.

He had to hold his tongue whenever he heard Scout insulting you or mocking you - he didn't understand why Scout couldn't see you the way he did. Yeah you were a little chubby, but so what? Your body image didn't  make you less deserving of love. Plus, Sniper thought your chubby cheeks actually made you look quite cute.

But he'd never admitted this to anyone, especially not you. You probably didn't even like him in that way, you probably only thought of him as a friend. So he hid his feelings, tried to push them down and ignore them, but it was difficult. He saw you getting picked on everyday, he saw you shuffle back to your room with your head bowed after battles, and he just wanted to hold you and tell you that you were gorgeous, and that you deserve the world.

You thought he was the hottest merc on the team, as well as the kindest. He always helped you out during training, or glared at Scout whenever the cocky little bastard came anywhere near you, but you thought there was no way in hell he'd like someone who looked like you. He was just being nice to you as a friend, right?

Both you and Sniper looked up at the door as it opened and Scout strutted in. You buried your head back in your book, hoping he would leave without noticing you.

He scooped up a baseball from the coffee table in front of you. 'Calmed down from your temper tantrum this morning?' He mocked you, and you bit your tongue, trying to resist the urge to throw your book at him. You kept your face covered by the book, trying to look as if you were so engrossed with it that you didn't hear what he said.

'Ya know da book's too small to hide ya, fatty.' He said louder, and you slammed the book down on your lap, glaring at him.

'Leave off, kid.' You heard a voice from the other side of the room. Sniper was sitting up, cleaning the polish off his hands and giving Scout a death stare. 'She ain't done nothing to ya.'

You fought back a small smile - it was the first time anyone had ever defended you. The other mercs always brushed off his comments as childish teasing, not one of them ever bothered to put a stop to it. But now Sniper was standing up for you, and for the first time in a long while you felt...happy.

'Ooh, has da whale got a boyfriend?' Scout sneered at you. 'How'd'ya manage to do dat? Don't ya scare most men off with ya size?'

'I said leave off, wanker.' Sniper repeated more forcefully. This just made Scout laugh harder.

'Ahaha! Wait till da other hear 'bout dis, dey ain't gonna believe - '

Scout sentence was cut short by Sniper wrapping his hand around the young boy's throat and slamming his back against the wall. He was then lifted up into the air by the neck, his running shoes barely brushing against the floor as he kicked around helplessly.

'She's more deservin' of love than you are, that's for sure.' Sniper growled at Scout, who was beginning to turn purple. 'Let's play a little game, eh? If ya dare insult the woman I love ever again, I'll shoot ya in the face. Sound like fun?' Sniper's voice was a deadly whisper, and all Scout could do was whimper and nod as he desperately tried to escape Sniper's vice like grip. 'Glad ta hear we're on the same page. Now get outta here before I turn everythin' above your shoulders into a fine red mist.' He dropped Scout, who fell on the floor in a heap, gasping for breath.

'I'm gonna tell Miss Pauling 'bout dis...' He said, scrambling to get up. 'She'll get the Administrator, and den you'll be sorry dat ya messed - '

Sniper grabbed him by the scruff of his neck a practically threw him out of the room. 'Piss off.' He grunted, slamming the door in Scout's face.

He made his way over to you, taking a seat next to you on the sofa while you looked at him in shock. 'He won't be botherin' ya anymore, love.' He said with a kind smile.

'Th-thanks...' You said, still trying to process what he said. 'B-but since when do you...' You swallowed audibly, dreading that this was some sort of prank one of the other mercs had pulled on you. '...love me?'

The tips of Sniper's ears turned red as he looked away from you. 'This is it.' You thought. 'This is where he shouts "April fools!" or some shit.'

To your surprise, Sniper just chuckled. 'Ah, piss, I dunno. A long time, that's for sure...'

'But I'm...' You gestured down at your body. '...I'm a mess.' You sighed.

'Hell, so am I. I piss way too much.' He laughed. 'D'ya still like me, even after knowin' that?'

'Of course!' You replied. 'But my problem is more visible than yours. You're still handsome, but I'm just fat.' You said miserably.

'So what? That doesn't make ya any less beautiful. Just cos ya look a bit different doesn't mean ya don't deserve to be loved. You're the most gorgeous person I've ever seen, and anyone who says differently can sod off.' He brushed a lock of your hair away from your face. 'I love ya just the way ya are, (Y/N).'

You blushed, your heart feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest. It had been so long since you'd had someone compliment you, let alone confess their love for you. You were overwhelmed with joy, and you felt like you were on top of the world.

He stood up, gesturing for you to do the same. 'This,' he said, gesturing to you, 'is perfect.' He placed his hands on your waist, but instead of being repulsed  by the fat that clung to your body like most other people were, he was completely at ease and had a warm smile on his face that sent your blood rushing to your cheeks.

'C'mon.' Sniper said with a smile, taking your hand. 'Let's go out someplace for coffee. And if any bloke insults ya for how ya look, well...I'll be havin' words with 'em. How's that sound?'

You leaned into him and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, giving you a light squeeze. 'That sounds perfect, Sniper.'

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Don't let society's expectations get you down guys, they don't know shit anyway. You don't have to be super skinny or have certain hair/clothes to be pretty. I love y'all for reading my books and you're all beautiful just the way you are :) and anyone who says otherwise deserves to be shot in the head by Sniper :))