TF2 One-shots ~Rewritten~

.:You Wear Their Stuff:.

Demo:

You decided to put on one of his eyepatches and undershirt. He was sprawled out on the couch, watching the tv intently. You walk up beside him, handing him a bottle of scrumpy, which he took without taking his eyes off his show. After a second, though, he caught a small glimpse of you out the corner of his eyes, doing a doubletake as he looked up at you. You give him a warm smile as he reaches to his face to feel the edge of his eyepatch. Staggering to sit upright, ignoring the once captivating show he was previously glued to. You were more captivating to him.

"Ah, Just like lookin' in a mirror! One o' those funhouse mirrors!.... Or maybe I'm just drunk....."
You chuckle before settling on the couch beside him.
"Maybe a bit of both, yeah?"
He nods before flopping his head on your shoulder, in utter awe of your presence.

Pyro:

While baggy clothing is usually seen as an adorable thing for a girlfriend to wear, especially if it's her boyfriend's clothing... Pyro is... interesting. His clothing was too thick and heavy, and you didn't feel like profusely sweating for a bit. So to counteract this, you just put on the mask.

Even the mask was a bit large on you, but it got the point across. So you set off to find the love of your life. Bumping into each other, literally, in the hallway outside your rooms. Finally enough, he was wearing one of your shirts in turn!

"We-Heh-ell!" he exclaimed, scooping you into a warm embrace. "If it isn't a mini-me!"
Recovering from the sudden lack of air, you manage to squeak out a muffled "I could say... the same-"
Noticing your struggle for oxygen, he releases you, giving you a loving pat on the head. He smiles at you, utterly besotted.

"Wow...Wish I could be that cute.."

Scout:

After noticing his clothing lying in a laundry basket, freshly washed for the next battle, you put on his shirt. You wanted also to put on a pair of his pants, but none seemed to be in the basket... Oh well.
You burst into his room, causing him to jump slightly. He swiftly looks over the comic he was reading, the small reading lamp tipping over in his startle. The room, once dark, was now infested with light. His brows raised, and his eyelids squinted, trying to adjust to the newly flooding light.

"Hey! What the hell was that cr...."

After realizing it was you, he shut his trap. Slowly putting the comic down to his side, guiding his gaze from your face to your body.

"Ohoho, well, this is a treat! How-"

You cut him off by closing the door and tackling him in a hug. You both giggle softly as he gifts you a peck on the cheek.

Heavy:

You groggily open your eyes, delicately cradled by the warmth of a thick blanket. You're facing the ceiling, the uneven popcorn texture almost moving in your half-asleep state. A faint glow emanates from beside you, the noticeable off-kilter of the bed confirming your suspicions. Mikhail was awake.

You lean up. Running a hand through your matted, messy hair, looking over to your Russian lover. Without looking, he tabs his book, placing it to the side.

"Ah, you awaken... how did you sleep?"

You nod, shooting him a sleepy smile.

"Good, really good... thanks."

He nods to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close for a kiss.

"Shirt looks good on you."

You stop.... yeah, you were wearing a shirt; that doesn't make sense... until you look down and see it was his. It was super baggy, the neck hole draped down to your collarbone. You don't even remember what happened for it to be on because you slept so deeply.