Tf2 x reader oneshots!

Demoman x Tall!Reader

This was suggested by Stix_Pie, it was super fun to write! I'm a tall bean myself so I could draw on some inspiration, lol.

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Reader's p.o.v.

"Aww, what's wrong? Need some help down there?"

I walked into the communal living room only to find what looked like a crime scene ready to happen. Demoman was sat scowling and muttering under his breath while Scout laughed and taunted him. He was holding some kind of clear plastic box high above his head, shaking it and making the contents rattle. I only realised what it was when he opened it up and took a bite out of a chocolate chip cookie.

"What's going on now?" I sigh. I'd only just broken up an argument between Heavy and Spy, and now Scout goes around wanting to get his ass kicked. I look to Demoman for an answer but he avoids my eyes, staring instead at what appeared to be a block of clay, gently moulding it in his hands.

"Demo's salty because he's a short ass!" Scout yelled gleefully. Subtlety was never his thing. But wait- I thought they were the same height? If anything, Demo was a bit taller. And in no way was either of them short, Demo was around 6 foot easily. Now that I think about it, did Scout look taller today?

Scout walked over in a way that might've looked cool in his head. He was just below eye level. Confused, I look at his feet.

"Scout what the hell are those?"

He was wearing sneakers, strangely clean ones. They must've been new. That wasn't the odd part though. At the bottom there was a solid 3 inches added to the sole of the shoe, the top of which were coloured in black in an attempt to hide the additional boost.

"Like my new kicks, sweet cheeks? Just got 'em, only because I'm the best." He smirked and placed a hand casually on the wall, completely oblivious to how lame that statement was.

Demoman looked up sharply and his scowl deepened. If looks could kill not even Engie's respawn could've saved Scout at that moment. I was tired already and decided to resolve things quickly and get a snack before going back to bed. I stealthily kicked out with my left foot to knock off Scout's balance before placing a hand on his back and swiftly pushing him to the floor.

"Wha- HEY!" Scout landed in an unceremonious pile and Demoman smiled softly. At least I seemed to raise his spirits a little. I grin back at him. Scout continues talking despite staying on the floor.

"Don't mess with me just because you're so freakishly tall!" he complained. Isn't that kind of hypocritical coming from the guy wearing platforms? He brushed himself off and scoffed dramatically. "Of course it's useless, you're always gonna take his side aren't ya?"

I felt myself go pale. I tried to keep my poker face and play it cool, but I could feel myself acting weirdly. Rolling my eyes, I walk past both of them to the kitchen. I closed the door behind me and allowed myself to smile. It was true, I would always take his side. He was the only one that didn't focus on my height. Being so tall meant that at times I struggled with my self image, I felt like exactly what Scout called me. A freak. But he didn't care, Demoman would laugh with me, flirt, treat me like a lady. It meant a lot to me just to have that someone that saw me that way.

I shook my head and did my best to ignore the blush growing on my cheeks. I threw open the cupboard to find something to eat and uncovered a cup of ramen. Score! I'd just heat this up and eat it in my room, no problem!

Setting the kettle to boil, I placed down my rare find and jumped up, sitting on the counter. I could've found a chair but that's just boring. I was finally able to calm myself down when the door swung open suddenly, and in walked Demo.

"Ya don't mind if I wait in here with you, do ya? I finally got Scout off my back by tellin' him that Engie's the shortest out of us." He chuckled.

"So he's gonna get a wrench to the face." I nod in approval to his plan.

"Here's hoping." He smiled again and I felt my chest go weird. There was a heavy silence between us, you could've cut it. I decided to be the one to break it.

"Don't let him get to you, okay? He's an idiot, sure, but we don't have anyone to replace him if you blow him up. And... If you feel awkward about your height don't worry. I can... I can..." My mind blanked as I tried to think of something, but before I could panic he burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry but I can't help it! Ya bein' so serious about this, like I'm gonna let a wee kid on stilts lecture me of all people!" He wiped a tear from his eye. "You're always so caring and worry when ya don't need to. He can wear as tall shoes as he wants, height means nothing. After all, I can still do this!"  He wrapped his arms under my legs and behind my back and picked me up off the counter, carrying me bridal style in his arms and dancing across the kitchen as I laughed.

"Lassie, the shoes weren't why I was angry at him." He spoke apparently without thinking as a look of realisation struck his face the moment the words left his lips. I frown and furrow my eyebrows slightly, confused.

"What do you mean?" I had a few ideas what he could be talking about, Scout could've broken his whisky, stolen a bomb, but none of my ideas explained the face he pulled.

"Do you remember what he was doin' before ya toppled him? He was resting his arm against the wall, right. In the way someone would if they were flirting. That's what annoyed me."

"Oh. OH-!" the implications of what he was saying struck me suddenly. "But, I saw Scout flirt with a broken two-by-four the other day. I'm sure it wasn't meant to be taken seriously. And even if it was, I'm not into Scout. Like at all." I smiled shyly at him, hoping he picked up the hint.

Demoman's face shifted into a smile. "Well then," he placed me down and positioned his hands on the wall either side of me. His eyes held an intensity that made my heart beat faster and faster. "I'm the only one that can do this to you from now on, okay?" He looked up at me and I couldn't contain my grin.

For once I was truly glad of my height because looking down at him from where I was stood is something I would treasure forever.