TF2 One-shots ~Rewritten~

Sloshed Scotsman []DemoXReader[]

Drinking never really interested you. Your family had a long history of alcoholism, so you only saw it as trouble. This caused you to turn your nose to the liquid, and anyone indulged in it. You thought this quirk would never change about you, like a deep-rooted personal moral, never to the broken... That's until you enlisted into Mann CO. and met the drunken Scottish cyclops himself: Tavis DeGroot.

A peaceful night's sleep that's something you were looking forward to after today. It was blazing hot, training was hell, and to top it all off, the Demoman of the group was getting really into your personal space against your protests. No, as uncomfortable as it is, laying down on your dingy bed was a treat your back desperately needed. And as you lay your heavy head onto your pillow and close your eyes...

There's a booming laugh outside your room. It's 2:30 in the bloody morning. 2...30...AM. With a groan, you raise up in bed, running your index finger and thumb across your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Of course, Of all nights, why THIS night." you begrudgingly turn, make contact with the cold ground, and shuffle to your door. Another symphony of booming cackles echoes down the hall, the source coming from the main room. The area smelled strongly of booze and lunchmeat, cans and bottles littering the floor and table, soaking the carpet. Squinting against the light, you round the corner to see Demoman and Heavy, with the addition of a passed-out scout snoring, his head painfully craned backward over the back of his chair.

You want to avoid getting into this. You could feel your back starting to ache again, anyway. Turning on your heel, you go to leave, but a loud, slurred voice calls out to you.

I need to tell you somethin'. You click your tongue and turn back around. Tavish grins widely at you. You didn't want to admit it, but something charming about him, even if his drinking repulsed you.

This causes your face to flush pink, not expecting the pull. A part of you wanted to leave, but the majority wanted to stay in his arm... Ah, what are you saying? Thats dumb...

"Y'know..."
You look down at him to see he's now looking back to Misha, known as the heavy.

"She- this one- this– This one here... One of the sweetest I've ever met! She puts up with me more than my own mother!" Both the Scotsman and the Russian burst out into laughter. You couldn't help but chuckle, even if the joke didn't hit you.

There are many things I like about her... Her voice, her laugh... Even her nose wrinkles when I walk into the room... she's perfect, I tell ya.

With a wobble, he stands up and ruffles your hair "Welp! It's getting late...." he gestures towards the now drooling scout. "Ah, heavy, you may wanna get this one to bed." Heavy dips his head, pushing aside his half-eaten sandwich before standing up. He grabs you by the front of the shirt and slings him over his shoulder before walking towards the sleeping quarters. Demo leans against you for the 7th time that day, but you don't say anything this time... you just let him rest. He hugs your arm, burying his face into your shoulder before speaking.

"Wanted to apologize if I come off as clingy- I just have a hard time talking bout these things, but I think I love ya-"
"You... what?" Your breath seizes for a moment as you try to understand what he just said, before he reiterates it again
"I think. I love ya... a lot. You're precious to me, lass-a real special woman."

This caught you off guard, like REALLY off guard. Glancing down, you see his big brown eyes looking up at you with such infatuation and love, sending a fluttering in your stomach.
"Oh?" you half-jokingly ask, smirking dumbly.

"And what so special about me?" Without hesitation, he straightens up, planting a small kiss on your forehead, the smell of scotch on his breath oddly comforting.
"Well, lass... Allow me to show ya."