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Scout never expected to be sitting in a flower field after a day on the battlefield, watching you frolic and pick up the blooming flowers. The guy always thought he’d be cooped up in the base, trying to make conversation with the other mercs or just being annoying for their attention. It was true that when you showed up, it turned Scout’s whole life around. The likes of Heavy, Sniper, Spy and the other mercenaries had all showed up and joined at the same time, whereas you arrived much later. Regardless, Scout was more than thankful that you appeared. You changed his life for the better, even if it was just minor changes.
He was no longer scraping for attention, because you gave it to him as much as you could. You took him outside of the base whenever you weren’t in battle, showing him whatever decent things you could find nearby. Sometimes you would travel further out, simply because there was a lack of pretty things in Teufort, or at least where the base was. But in Scout’s eyes, how could there be a lack of pretty things when you were right in front of him? He didn’t need to go to large grassy hills to watch the sunset, you were his sunset. He didn’t need to go about in flower fields with you, you were his flowers. Scout didn’t even need to see things that were pretty, because they were nothing compared to you. He didn’t care where you hung out, because wherever you were, it was beautiful as long as you were standing right next to him. You made everything look more beautiful than it actually was, like your beauty was radiating around your surroundings.
God, Scout was so in love with you. Even before the sunset confession, he couldn’t help but feel his heart skip beats whenever your eyes locked together. He couldn’t help but admire your form, your grace and your beauty. Being on the battlefield didn’t help either. He near drooled whenever you killed any of the BLU mercenaries, or even if you were just running and holding a weapon in your hands, because damn; you were sexiest, hottest thing ever when you were fighting. It was so difficult to tear his eyes off you whenever you ran into each other during battle, which posed as an issue because it’d cause him to die, and resulted in annoyance from everyone, especially Spy. Perhaps it was because he noticed that Scout was all smitten, and being his father he found it rather endearing. He wouldn’t admit that though, and that’s why he acted far more annoyed than he actually was. To maybe indirectly teach him that it’s okay to have a crush, but not when you’re in battle.
But Scout didn’t just admire your looks, his liking for you wasn’t just the physical. He loved all of you, and was obsessed with everything. He’d humiliate himself if it’d mean he could see even a flash of your bright and warm smile, or hear your laugh that was like an addicting melody from a siren, or to just hear your voice that was soothing like the pitter patter of rain on a late evening. He’d happily bruise his ego if it meant he could be touched tenderly by you, to be praised from your kind heart, to hear your jokes to cheer him up. Scout would do anything just to feel your skin brush against his own, to feel your hands intertwine with his, to have your arms wrap around his body, to have his arms wrapped around yours. To have his bandaged hands run across your back, his rough fingers tracing every dip and curve of your body. To have you near him, by his side. He’d just die just to make you proud.
So, as he watched you laugh and pick flowers, he felt proud. He still couldn’t fully comprehend or register how he got here in the first place, but he was more than pleased to be the one in this position. To be the one that was admiring you, seeing you laugh and feel carefree in such a breathtaking environment. But as Scout always thought, nothing could even be as breathtaking as you were. As he lost himself in his loving thoughts about you, you were towering over him, and taking off his hat. He snapped out of it, looking up at you.
“Heya, doll.” He grinned, his eyes almost immediately softening once he locked his gaze with yours. He looked at you so lovingly and fondly, as did you with him. You couldn’t help but look at him so affectionately, he was your everything. Too damn adorable and handsome for his own good. Too damn sweet and caring. You’d do anything to see that charming, boyish grin of his, but you didn’t even have to try. Just your presence had Scout jumping for joy.
”I have something for you.” You got down on your knees so you were level with Scout, both of your hands taking ahold of something. It was a flower crown. Scout felt amused, but found it incredibly adorable that you made him one, so his head immediately lowered for you to place it on his head. You gingerly placed the crown of flowers - mainly made out of the random wildflowers you found in the field - on his head, adjusting it slightly.
“There.” His head lifted back up, your heart melting at the sight. Although it looked a bit silly, he looked so cute with it on. You didn’t want him to take it off.
“Where’s yours?” He flashed that signature boyish, crooked smile of his, that had your heart doing leaps. You didn’t even notice you were kissing him once you caught a glimpse of it. Even though you and Scout had kissed a bunch of times since the confession, it still caught him off guard even if it was painfully obvious that you were going to kiss him. And he still felt so giddy and nervous when he was about to kiss you, like it was his first kiss all over again. He always ended up in a stammering mess with rosy-red cheeks for a little while afterward, which was such a heartwarming and sweet sight for you to see. You guys haven’t even made out yet, how could Scout possibly function?
Scout happily hummed against your lips, one hand going to your waist and the other going to the back of your head like it was second nature to him.
“I haven’t made one yet.” You breathed once your lips parted from his, your lips already feeling lonely. Scout chuckled as an idea came to mind, now being the one to stand over you.
“I’ll make ya one then. I’ll try to make it pretty, but there’s no promises.” He then turned to the main field, trying to navigate through the thick grass as he searched for flowers. You laughed softly, observing his brief examinations of each flower that he was about to pick, and the little shaking of his head when he didn’t think the plant was good enough for your crown. After a good while of his cute scrambling, he sat in a patch of grass with the flowers in his hands, trying to delicately tie their stems together, ensuring it was big enough to adorn your head.
You took notice of each of Scout’s little movements and expressions as he went through each step of making the crown, watching how his eyes narrowed when he focused on tying it together, the slight scrunch of his nose and how he bit the inside of his mouth when he was starting to struggle. You knew he was done when you saw his eyes brighten with a glimmer of pride and satisfaction with a proud toothy smile. God, he was so lovable.
Scout briskly walked back over to you, kneeling down in front of you as he copied your movements from earlier. He gingerly placed it on your head, leaning backwards to admire how you looked. His gaze melted into something affectionate and fond, his heart swelling. How was he so lucky to be blessed with a girlfriend like you? The most beautiful mercenary that Mann Co. could ever have. Seeing you made him want to show you off to everyone in the world, to let them all know that someone like you loved him. For everyone to know that he had someone as angelic as you, that you’re all his.
“Dat’s my gorgeous girl. You make the flowers look even prettier.” He sighed, cupping your cheeks, tenderly kissing each one before wrapping his lanky arms around your torso. He laid back on the more flat and shorter grass, pulling you down with him so you could lay your head on his chest.
“Love ya, my flower girl.” He grinned, squeezing your torso gently.
“Love you too, my flower boy.”
You and Scout should definitely go to flower fields more often.