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You stepped out of Scout’s room and into the hall just in time for you to run right into Spy’s chest. Instantly you smelled smoke and sandalwood cologne, causing you to clear your throat a few times to prevent coughing. He looked down on you. “Up late with Scout tonight, I see?” He smirked. Your face flushed as you moved out of his way and started down the hall towards your room.
“Well, I was helping him clean his guns, that's all." You were halted by a firm hand on your shoulder. You turned, giving Spy an annoyed look. You cocked your head as if to say, what?
"Eet is not normal for you to be with Scout, surely you must have some ulterior motive, no?" He said, smugly. You pushed his hand, furrowing your eyebrows. "What's the issue? I'm supposed to help the team, and that means everyone , Spy. Not just Engie, Demo and Medic." You gave him a stern look. "Why's it so bad for me to make a friend? It wouldn't do me so bad." Spy gave you a thoughtful look and exhaled smoke through his mouth, lips barely parted.
He leaned in close, his lips ghosting your ear lobe. "You were made to help, not to be helped." He said. Giving you a pat on the shoulder, he walked off, leaving you confused and a little dejected. Scout's face flashed in your mind and you sighed. "Made to help… Steer clear of making any serious connections, what a joke." You grumbled, heading off to your room.
As you settled into your sheets, a feeling of cold emptiness spread out from within you. Curling up, you buried your nose into your thin covers and inhaled deeply. You closed your eyes.
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It was late into the night when you awoke to a knock at your door. You opened your eyes, not feeling groggy at all, getting up silently to open the door. As the light from the hallway spilled into your room, you squinted as the coldness of the room danced around you. In front of you stood Scout, half-awake, with no hat, wordlessly walked into your room. Without another breath, his lips were on yours, and you gasped in surprise. A small groan left your lips as his hands met your shoulders, pushing you back until the backs of your knees hit the edge of your bed, forcing you to sit.
You let out a breathy sigh into his mouth as he shoved your shoulders down, sort of forcing you to fall back on your bed. His limbs clambered to be on top of you, knee rising between your legs to grind as he kissed you deeper. You smiled. Yes, this was what you wanted. Grabbing his waist you pulled him closer, begging him with your body language to keep going. You gripped at his red t-shirt with need, rutting up into his knee. God, he tasted good, he was warm, and-
Soldier's fist banged on your door. "6 AM SHARP, MAGGOTS! WAKE UP!" Your eyes shot open and you adjusted yourself in your sheets, feeling an uncomfortable sticky feeling between your legs. You groaned out loud, rubbing your face and then blushing hard, turning to get up. Softly, you said, "What the fuck was that?"
You couldn't meet Scout's eye during breakfast. You had hurriedly begged Demo to include your laundry with his, and he reluctantly agreed, which you were grateful for. All the guilt would be washed away and you'd never have to worry about it again. Except the part where you worried about it again.
Scout had tried to talk to you while you ate your eggs, and you coughed so hard you spewed eggs all over the table, causing multiple mercs to curse you out for it. You were so flushed by the closeness of Scout, you were in a way glad that happened so you could play it off as embarrassment. You had scrambled your things up and walked away, praying that you wouldn't run into Scout again today.
Later on, Engineer had asked your help with sorting some of his blueprints. You had obliged, of course, but also because you wanted advice from the Texan. He often gave you advice anyway, the two of you would often talk the nights away as you helped him out. When you walked into his workshop, he had an absolute mess of things in front of him. He smiled at your presence, beckoning you to sit down. Before you had even done so, however,
"So what's been on your mind, then?" He asked. You sputtered, sitting down on a stool. "Whadduya mean?" You said, rummaging through the piles of papers. You could hear him scoff. "I mean this morning, spitting yer grub everywhere." He said, the sound of a smile on his voice. You couldn't help but glare at him as you readjusted uncomfortably in your seat.
"Just jumpy, didn't sleep well last night." You said. You could hear him pause for a moment, and then more papers rustling. "So it isn't Scout?" You paused. "Wh-what makes you think it's Scout?" Just from how unsure you sounded, he got the answer just from that. Engineer stopped moving, and you looked up. He was looking at you softly through his goggles, a small frown on his face.
"Helper, what'd he do to you?" He asked, lips pressed into a fine line. You slapped down the papers and looked at him like he was crazy. "What? He didn't do anything! If anything, it's my fault, from last night to my dream- " Engineer cut you off, "Your dream?" The cocky smile on his face was back and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. You paused for a long moment, looking at Engineer as he patiently waited for you to start talking.
"It was Scout. He was in my dream and, well, we like. Yknow, but, ugh," You sighed in frustration and embarrassment, putting your head in your hands. Engie hummed in understanding. "I getcha, Scout's young, older than you but still," He paused, "Are ya gay?" He asked. He leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. You stuttered for a moment.
"Well. Kind of. I never had time to focus on romance, especially here, besides it was just a dream, wasn't it?" You whispered. Engineer chuckled. “Look, dreams often tell us a lot about how we truly feel. You might be sexually attracted to Scout, or it’s more of a romantic feeling. Either way, ya should try and expand on these feelins, they might go somewhere,” He smiled, leaning back finally in his chair. You looked up at the rafters. “But everybody says otherwise,” You muttered. He hummed. “Well, you listen to your heart n’ what you want, s’what I did with Spah, look where we are now.” He smiled proudly.
Heat bubbled up in your chest, perhaps he was right. The rest of the night went smoothly, the two of you idly chatting as you finished up fixing the mess on his table. On the way back to your room, you paused at Scout’s door. You figured you’d try and knock, but as your hand went up to hit the cold metal, the door whooshed open and you were met with a very disheveled looking Scout. The two of you locked eyes and you slowly lowered your hand, unaware of what to say.
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Helper had been acting weird. That, Scout was sure of. He had never seen him act so jittery, especially around him. He felt bad, and of course awkward about it. Maybe he was obvious in how he was feeling, maybe Helper knew too much. Either way, Scout was hurt, but he wasn’t totally sure as to why. During the battle that day, after the mishap at breakfast, Scout was completely distracted. He ran into the BLU Engineer’s sentries multiple times, and as he lay there on the floor riddled with bullets, he thought about all he had done wrong.
He had come to a consensus in his head, he was gay. Well, at least he was gay for Hunter. But based on the recent behavior that Hunter was exhibiting, he definitely figured that Hunter didn’t feel the same, maybe Hunter hated him. It was a strange thing to think about, and Scout ran his fingers through his short hair in thought. Really, he should ignore how he feels, it's the logical thing to do, isn’t it? He sighed out loud, completely deflating himself as he collapsed back on his bed.
He was angry at himself, for having gay feelings, for not realizing, for betraying Miss Pauling. He felt weak and discouraged, especially after everything that had happened, all the advice Medic had given him. Besides, what if Helper hated him? Scout groaned in anger as he twisted himself in his bed, face buried into the thin mattress.
He pulled himself up, deciding to get up and grab a drink. As soon as he opened the door, he looked down at Helper as he stood there, hand up. He locked eyes with Hunter and his jaw was slack, watching him as he slowly lowered his hand. His face was red, and it was so obvious that Scout noticed.
"Whadduya… Whadduya want, Helper?" He said, trying to keep calm. Hunter looked down at his feet. "I don't know, I hadn't really come up with a plan, I just wanted to talk to you." He said, meekly. Scout awkwardly stepped aside, completely forgetting he wanted a drink. Hunter walked in and sat himself on the edge of Scout's bed, looking around as if he had never seen the room before. Scout plopped down in his chair and stared at Helper.
Finally, he looked up. "I uh, I wanted to apologize." He muttered. Scout tilted his head. "For…?" Helper seemed to shrink in size, caving in on himself ever so slightly. He shook his head. "For this morning, you just scared me. I wasn't meaning to avoid you, either, things came up and I-" Scout cut him off.
"No! Naw, don't make any excuses." Helper looked at him surprised. "I don't wanna deal with your stupid pity , Helps. I don't want you to feel like you oughta lug me around cuz you feel BAD for me," He said, standing up. "S'annoying! Why don't you just do us both a great favor and leave me alone!?" He kept rambling off on himself, babbling about how he's been thinking and doing worse on the battlefield because of Helper. "Hey, you wanna help? Just admit you hate me and buzz off." He finished, angry. Helper looked up at him with a rather helpless expression.
"Well, I mean," Helper paused. "I don't hate you. I don't know how I feel about you, that's what I've been trying to figure out, numbnuts!" He said. Scout felt horrible. He wasn't aware of where his words had come from, and Helper seemed hurt. "Look, Scout, if you want me to leave you be I will, but I don't hate you. I know that much." He stood to leave, but Scout grabbed his wrist.
"No, man, I dunno how I feel about you either. Are we on the same page about these uh, feelin's?" He asked. Hunter nodded. "Okay. Uh, just wanted to make sure. Ha," He paused, "Why am I actin' so pathetic?" Scout asked himself, out loud. Hunter looked at him sadly.
"No, Scout, it was just emotions on both of our parts, yknow?" He shifted Scout's grip on his hand and made it so that they were semi-holding hands, more like Helper gripping Scout's fingers. "I'll leave you for now, alright? I wanna figure this out too, but," Scout swallowed his spit and mushed his lips against Helper's cheek.
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You stood sort of stunned. Scout backed away and you lifted your hand to wipe the spit from his lips off your cheek, but you paused. Scout just sort of kissed you, kind...of. He looked at you with eager eyes. "So that's what you meant by feelings, I was kind of confused," You laughed. He smiled wide, his stupid grin and his blush making his freckles stand out more. "I thought we were on tha same page doe." You nodded.
"Well, now we are. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" You let go of him and headed towards his door. He said, "It's a date, right? Cuz if it's a date it's gonna hafta be after da battle, and den-"
"Yes, Scout. It's a date." You said. He flushed, itching the back of his neck awkwardly. You stepped out of his room, closing his door and leaning against it, thankful that the tension had at least, for now, dissipated.