Scout x Reader One Shots

Under the Stars

*This one's kind of a vent for me, but still I hope you enjoy! Contains fluff ^3^ Also if you understand some movie references in here, I love you. Contains some depressive material in here as well.*

You had tried to reach out to your friends for months after you moved to Tuefort, though you never got much of a response from anyone. It was only you checking in on them, they never bothered to ask how you were. You had tried to ignore that, and the creeping fear that they were forgetting you. That you were replaceable. None of that really hit home until your best friend, your brother, your partner in crime, your everything stopped talking to you as well. You did everything you could. None of that mattered nor got his attention, and over the past few weeks that had been eating away at your heart. It left your body numb. The assassins would try and console you, but you would brush it off, chalk it up to nothing. They couldn't possibly understand.

Sometimes, Demoman and Soldier would be caught by you having a great laugh and sharing a beer. You'd smile at them and reminisce with pain deep in your heart. When you were close enough to Heavy and Medic on the battlefield, you would overhear how protective Heavy was over his German teammate. Hearing this would cause you to choke up and run blindly, sending you to respawn just as fast. The Scout and Pyro were always playing pranks. Side by side the pair was unstoppable. Sometimes you'd see your former counterpart in one of their faces, shining bright with defiance. This left you hollow. You couldn't laugh along genuinely even if you tried. 

So maybe some of them did understand, but what are you but a burden? You couldn't ask them for help, wether it be pride, fear, or everything in between. So you let it eat away at you. Reflecting painfully every night the bond you and your best friend shared, and how each member of RED brought about a different aspect of that withered friendship.

Finally, the absence of your friend had gotten too much to bear. After the day's battle when night began to roll around, you slipped out of the base. You had no particular destination in mind. You just knew you had to get out and find an isolated place. You resort to perching up high, and settle down upon the base's roof to watch the silent beginnings of twilight appear. The sun was minutes from disappearing, and already so many stars were out shining coldly from above.

Stars and anything to do with outer space had always been a point of interest for you. They offered some form of comfort for the burdened soul. When you watched them,  you didn't feel as alone. But tonight, they seemed just as distant as your friend. You couldn't stop the tears from falling as it all came crashing in. You laid down on your back, a hand up to your mouth, watching the stars through squinted, blurry eyes. Like the onset of twilight, slowly but quietly the numbness overtook each limb, until you couldn't feel the cold roof beneath you. 

How could this happen? How? And why? You'd done nothing wrong. You'd given him the world and every last piece of you soul. Was that not good enough to him? Or were you always this replaceable, this easy to forget? You gritted your teeth to suppress a choked sob while your thoughts raced through your mind faster than the world spun. What was so-. The hatch to the roof bust open and you shot up quickly on instinct, trying to collect yourself. 

"Heya toots? Ya up here?" The familiar Boston accent rang out. He poked his head out of the hole and swiveled it in your direction. "Aye, there ya are!" Scout beamed before he hauled himself up on the rooftop, seemingly unaware of your emotional state. He strode over and sat down next to you with a leg kicked up. He cracked out a can of Bonk! and held it out to you. "Want some?" 

"That shit rots your liver." You replied, not meaning to sound so bitter.

"We're here for a good time, not a long time." He said casually with a smirk on his lips, tilting his head back to take a swig.