TF2 x Reader

BLU Scout x Reader

As requested by Trinswhimsys

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               You walk in circles, just pacing the floor in boredom. You sigh. You just don’t know what to do. Eventually, you decide to go outside and play soccer. Maybe Scout would join you. You hoped he would. You find the ball and grab it. Then you have the massive task of locating Scout. He could be anywhere. You think of places he could be.

               “You lookin’ for something?” A Boston-accented voice says behind you, partially snapping you out of your thoughts.

               “Yeah. Have you seen Scout?” You ask, not really paying attention. You bite your fingernails, your eyes still cast to the ground.

               “ I’ve seen him around.” You shoot your vision up to face him.

               “Where?” You demand happily. Suddenly your brain works again. “Oh. Right. Sorry.” Your face becomes hot.

               “Hey, don’t sweat it. Yo, what you doin’ with that ball?” He asks, referring to your cobalt and cyan soccer ball.

               “Oh, I was going to ask you if you wanted to play soccer with me.” Scout’s face brightens.

               “Yeah, sure!” He agrees. Scout rushes outside. You smile. He so cute when he’s happy. He’s so cute all the time, you tell yourself. “Hey, are you gonna stand there all day?” Scout calls, once again snapping your thoughts back in line. You set the ball on the ground and start to dribble it along the muddy spring ground.  He rushes at you, getting the ball easily. “You’ll have to be quicker than that!” Scout taunts. You don’t care. Instead, you work out a plan. You then put it into action, and get the ball. You run toward the goal. Scout intercepts you, and you accidentally run into him.

               You then put it into action, and get the ball. You run toward the goal. Scot intercepts you, and you accidentally run itno him.You both slip and fall, him landing beneath you. You’re lying on top of him, all the wind knocked out of you.

               “Oh, geez, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to-“ Scout stops when you try to get up. Your eyes lock with his hazel gaze. “Run into… you…”

               “It’s okay, Scout. You don’t need to… apologize…” You manage to get out. Your thoughts are focused on him. You find it difficult to speak, to move at all. You can see nothing else, hear nothing else, feel nothing but him. It’s as if you are in a dream. His eyes sparkle with a new glow. You notice his cheeks turn crimson like team RED. He blinks and shakes his head.

               “Um… that was weird. I should get up now. This mud is soaking through my shirt.” You get off of him and brush the mud from your own clothes, which is nothing compared to what Scout’s backside looks like. You suppress a laugh.

               “You should go get that washed.” You advise.

               “Yeah. Guess so.” Scout takes his shirt off. “Don’t want the mud to be any worse than it is.” You look away, knowing that if you keep looking at his muscles that you won’t be able to stop. You grab the soccer ball, at your feet now, and go back inside.

               “Good game,” You call over your shoulder.

               “Ha! Yeah, sure.” Scout teases.

               You wash off your ball in the sink. You can’t help but remember the way his eyes sparkled. You smile and get the warm feeling you felt when you first gazed into his amber pools.asily. "he muddly spring ground. the ball ask of locating Scout. He could be anywahere. Jus