TF2 x Reader One-Shots!

♢♡.:|Cookies| Scout x Reader:.

Requested by the fabulous PyrosAndOreos !

The sweet smell of freshly baked cookies wafted throughout the entirety of the [Red/Blu] base, drawing one by one the lean, mean, killing machines that were the [Red/Blu] mercenaries to the kitchen in search of the source of the hypnotizing aroma. At this rate, they all needed something to calm their tired bodies and hearts from their recent victorious battle against the [Enemy Reds/Blus]. Those darn [Enemy Reds/Blus] gave them a real battle to fight this time!

Laughs and cheers erupted throughout the base as a certain [H/C] haired, [E/C] eyed housekeeper giggled while holding a plate of the most decadent cookies the mercenaries have ever laid eyes on.

"Good job on another victory guys! Here's a little something I put together for you all!" [Y/N] gave a wide grin as the mercenaries dove right into the cookies, each one almost melting at the glorious taste of the baked goods.

"Zhis is quite ze treat, mon amour." Spy said as he elegantly cleaned his mouth from the crumbs that stuck to the corners of his lips.

"Danke for zhe treat, Fräulein! It iz delicious!" Medic almost squealed.

"Mighty fine if ah do say so mahself." Engie admitted with a smile.

Murmurs of agreement spread across the mercenaries, making the girl grin, until she heard a particularly loud voice yell out.

"Hey! Are der any left fo' me?!"

Looking down at the now empty plate, crumbs littered the entire surface (as well as the corners of the mercenaries' mouths), not a whole cookie in sight.

[Y/N] was disappointed that the one person she wanted to impress with her treats didn't get to try any, and her heart fell as she gazed upon his downcast face.

"We are sorry, leetle scout. Cookies were very delicious so we took them for ourselves." Heavy said rather glumly, now watching the Bostonian trudge away, the atmosphere growing gloomy.

[Y/N] crossed her arms and gave the team a disgruntled look while repeatedly tapping her foot on the floor.

"Congratulations, guys. This victory just turned into a loss." You grumbled.

"A loss for us or a loss for 'ou, mon cher?" Spy challenged with a smug smile playing on his lips. "Perhaps it is because 'our lover was not able to try 'our treats, non?"

Laughter erupted amongst the men as the girl playfully slapped Spy's arm. Sure, he could be a complete douche sometimes, but everyone knew that he was only teasing.

[Y/N] gave the backstabber a playful pout, her face growing red as his words repeated in her head. Another round of laughter ensued.

"Thanks for the cookies, cupcake!" Soldier almost yelled as he saluted and headed to the rec room, probably to watch a game of football or another documentary on Sun Tzu.

"Da, thank you leetle [Y/N] for delicious cookies." Heavy walked away, Medic hot on his heels. Sniper gave a tip of his hat with a smile, and headed off to his camper to get some rest. Pyro ran away laughing, Demo trudged away into his room, probably drunk off his ass again, and Engineer went to fix his sentry after the enemy Spy had managed to sneak a sapper onto it.

Once everyone left the room, it was only [Y/N] and Spy left.

"May I make a suggestion, petite?" The Frenchman spoke up. You replied with a nod, urging him to go on.

"Try and make zhe boy something that he might enjoy, and remember. We don't want a sad scout running around zhe battlefield, non?"

Soon enough, a lightbulb lit up in the girl's head and with a small "Ok! Thank you!" directed at the Frenchman, she got straight to planning.