TF2 x Teen! Reader

Scout x Autistic! Reader

(Gender Neutral)
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" Stop moving. It's annoying. "

You quickly turn to look at the frenchman who suddenly spoke. Your actions ceased at the sharpness of his tone.

You were sitting is his smoking room, hoping for some quiet time to stim freely. No one had told you that your stimming had been annoying. Or rather, you haven't heard anyone say that.

His eyes are locked on your figure which started to rock ever so slightly. Your eyes were locked on his.

" Sorry. I'll try to sto- "

" Stop. Rocking. It's distracting. Your actions are just like that moron Scout. Mon dieu.. Just- get out of my sight. "

You knew he didn't mean to sound so rude. Well, maye he did. But that didn't stop the tears from welling up in your eyes.

You shakily stood up on both feet. You walked your way to his mahogany door in sniffles.

" Sorry for ruining your evening. "

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You paced around your organized mess you called your room. You tried to get the tears to stop pouring.

' It's not that big of a deal. '

' Why do I have to be like this? '

' Do I annoy people? '

' How do I stop? '

All these thoughts ran laps around your brain. You didn't ask to be like this. But inevitably, you can't control it. All the stimming, missed social cues and the constant feeling of being overstimulated was going no where.

The feel of your tears started to overwhelm you; just like those thoughts.

The sudden knock of your door released you from your head space.

" Yo, bud. Uh, can I come in? It's okay if ya want to be alone right now. "

Scout.

Scout was here.

You wiped your tears away to the best of your ability before opening the door.

" Scout. Hi. Wha-what brings you here? "

He shrugged.

" Just thought i'd check up on ya. Nothin' to serious bud. "

You let him in. You both sat at the foot of your bed. It was silent for a couple minutes.

The silence had lead to both you and Scout rocking back and forth.

" Y'know. I know how it feels to be different. Like, we kinda have the same issue. "

You looked up at him. His eyes showed sincerity, and tenderness. He was serious.

" I- uh. I'm autistic too. Soldier an' them make fun of us about it huh? "

You nodded. You always knew some sort of teasing would be inevitable.

He put his arm over your shoulder. He let you lay your head on his in return.

" Don't let those eggheads like Spy get'cha down, alright? They don't know what the hell they talkin' about! "

For the first time, you let a smile come through. Scout smiled even wider at you. He then pulled you in a real hug. A warm, brotherly love, type one.

" I'm always here if ya need a place to freely move around and talk to. "

" Thank you Scout. You are the best. "

He let go of the hug to look at you smugly. He let out a dramatic sigh and started to flex.

" Yeah, yeah. No need to tell me. I already know. But, I think you're forgettin' someone? "

Confusion spread through your face.

" Who? "

Scout then tackled you on the bed to ensue a tickle fight. His fingers grazed your sides in a rush.

Your mouth let out fits of high-pitched laughter that could be heard all the way from the BLU base.

This had been the most fun you have had in a long time. It was. . . nice.

He then stopped. He leaned in close to bop your nose with his finger.

" You! "