Y/n ran around outside, not sure of what to do. She had an off day, like the rest of her team, so when not in battle, it felt weird. She was deep in thought when a base ball came in contact into the side of her head.
"Aah! What the hell?!" She yelled, clutching her head.
"You OK?" The infamous Boston accent yelled, his feet pounding over. She looked up, her face saying "the fuck do you think". He laughed, picking up his ball.
"You'll get over it, princess." He winked then headed back to training. She felt heat rise to her face and immediately walked back inside.
What was that? My heart never sped up when I talked to Scout!
It was a stormy night for 2Fort. Y/n, with her deadly fear of storms, decided to stay out of it, in hopes the fear will go down. Everyone else was asleep except for the girl. A crack of lightning struck outside, and Y/n felt tears go down her cheeks. Her door opened, and there stood a shirtless Scout. He stared back at his team mate. The ruthless, strong Y/n is crying in the middle of a storm. His eyes softened.
"Y/N?" He asked, staring at her shaking form. She curled up into a ball, tucking her head in her knees. He had walked over, laying down next to the girl, before lying her down with him. Her shaking became less and less as she placed her head on the mercenary's chest.
What's happening to me?
It was the weekend when all the RED/BLU team doing whatever they wanted. Y/n was in the living room, scrolling through her phone, listening to the conversation being held in the kitchen.
"Scout you couldn't even get a date iif you tried." Spy's accented voice heard, taunting the Bostonian.
"Really, asswipe? I bet as soon as you start to speak you make your date fall asleep." Scout retorted. An idea came to his head. "And I bet I can get a girl to go out with me."
"Ahahahha! Who?" Spy laughed. Scout stood up and walked into the living, where a certain h/c haired girl lied down at.
"Y/n. You. Me. Cafe. Saturday?" The girl looked up at him and smiled.
"Deal." She said. Scout walked off, victoriously, patting a bewildered Spy's shoulders.
Do I love him?
It was a nice Saturday. The sun was shining as it was 80 degrees. Y/n and Scout walked down the street, cracking jokes here and there, walking to a Starbucks. When they entered, they played Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who had to go order the food. When Y/n lost, she went up to the counter to go order their food.
"Hello~" Said a bit more than friendly cashier. She felt awkward ordering, hoping to leave to go back to Scout.
"uh.. one (drink of choice), one espresso,and two croissants please." She said, shyly ducking her head.
"That'll be $7.42 and your phone number." The cashier said, leaning across the counter top. She felt disgusted, as she frowned.
"Um..." She stuttered. She felt a hand wrap her waist, as Scout came into view.
"Hey babe. You almost done with our orders." Scout said, intimidating the cashier.
"Coming right up." The cashier squeaked, running to go make the drinks.
"Thanks Scout." Y/n said, kissing the tip of his nose, causing the man's cheeks to go pink. They both laughed, waiting for their order.
That spark.. What's going on?
Spy wanted to teach Y/n the arts of dancing, so, one cease fire day, he decided to.
"Pour danser, vous Dansez avec grâce." The french man said.
"English please." The small girl retorted. Spy sighed. He had saw Scout peeking through the door and decided to mess around a bit. He grabbed the female's waist, bringing her close. Her face grew red quickly, as he dipped her.
"To dance, you dance with grace." He repeated, pulling her face close to his. She grew flustered, before Scout pulled them both apart.
"Excuse us for one second." He spat out, glaring daggers at Spy, dragging the short female along. He brought her to his room, slamming the door behind him.
"Scout?" She asked, backing up as she got cornered by the man into the wall. He put both arms on each side of her, face dangerously close to hers.
"What were you and that French Frog doing back there?" He hissed, staring her in the eyes. She slowly slid down the wall, Scout following her. "I asked a question." He moved closer to her.
"I-I was ju-just dancing! He wanted to teach me." She stammered, face going redder. Scout stayed there, then backed away.
"You better not be lying." He whispered deeply, walking out of the room. She placed a hand on her chest.
Did I just want him to kiss me?!
Scout and Y/n were playing video games. The bet was whoever won has the other person do what they say for a day. They were both mashing button until Scout decided to camp.
"You little cheater! Get out of the damn corner!" Y/n said, complaining. She ran around only to be shot by Scout.
DemSkills22 shot (gamername)
DemSkills won the game.
"You fuckboy." Y/n hissed, smacking his arm. He snickered, turning towards the female.
"As first command for my little maid-"
"Fuck you." Y/n interrupted. Scout chuckled.
"Close your eyes." He said.
"No kinky shit-" Y/n was interrupted by lips placed on hers. She shyly kissed back, opening her eyes after a while. She slapped his head. "I said no kinky shit." They both laughed and continued to play the game.
