hand holding with scout - scout x reader
here are some headcanons and a short oneshot i wrote about scouts hands, and how it would feel holding them! might be slightly OOC - i hope you enjoy! ♡ w.c: 1,075
♡ Scout absolutely loves holding hands with you! It’s a way he shows that he loves you. Although this man uses his words a lot, he can tell you a thousand times more just by intertwining his fingers with yours.
♡ Whether his bandages are off or on, he will love to hold your hand!
♡ Scouts fingers are soft and smooth, though slightly dry around the pads of his fingers. His fingernails are not too long – he has a habit of picking his nails. They are short enough that when his hand envelopes yours, you never feel the sharpness of his nails.
♡ His hand temperature changes depending on what he is doing. If he’s outside battling, they will be more warm. If he’s inside sketching, they might be slightly clammy.
♡ In the winter his hands can be incredibly warm. He’s always moving and physically active, so his body heat is always higher. This includes his palms. They are warm, but if he rubs them together and holds your hands, you will never need gloves again.
♡ He loves simple hand holding, just intertwining his fingers with yours is enough for him. Watching a movie, going for a walk around the base, or just cuddling - he will want to be holding hands with you!
♡ If he’s taking you somewhere, or going to show you something, he will pull you by the hand softly, or with both of his hands around your arm. He loves having physical touch. Especially when your hand gently grazes his after he hands you a baseball car. It just gives him butterflies.
♡ He is extremely fond of PDA. He gets so excited at the thought of holding your hand in public, showing to the other mercs that he has a partner, and just bounces up and down about it. But when you actually hold hands for the first time? He is SO nervous you can hear his dog tags shaking. It takes him some time for his hands to not twitch or tighten, him to stutter, or get incredibly clammy hands. After he’s fully comfortable, he will proudly hold your hand and be affectionate in public with you.
♡ Scout will never be the one to let go. Scout will appreciate every single second you hold his hand for. If you pull your hand off his, his stomach will slightly drop with disappointment. He could hold your hands for hours.
♡ Probably jokes saying “Aww why’d you let go, toots?” and laugh nervously to hide his disappointment.
♡ He will come to you every morning to make you wrap his right hand in his bandages. He's totally capable at doing it himself, he just wants to feel your skin against his. The soft and delicate touch of you twisting the tan fabric around his fingers, trying to make it as tight a possible. Even if you use your non-dominant hand to hold his wrist so you can wrap the bandages, since he cannot seem to sit still no matter what.
♡ Scout also loves kissing your knuckles! If you have to head somewhere and break your hands apart, he’ll say goodbye and quickly kiss your knuckles. It is usually sloppy. He may prefer to kiss your cheek or lips, but he will always kiss your hand and palms.
♡ Finally, Scout loves using his hands to cup your cheeks. He loves pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, moving his hands and caressing your cheeks. His palms are genuinely so warm and cozy, it will melt the cold off your face.
♡ If you place your hands on top of his, he'll pull them down and hold both of them in his lap. <3
The sky was an array of colors from the roof. The yellow and orange covered the sky, like a tree during autumn. The wind had calmed, although it was still slightly cooler the higher the latitude.
The cold was masked by the touch of Scout's thigh pressed against the side of yours. The both of you peering into the falling asleep sky.
With your legs hanging off the building, Scout's hand was resting atop your knee, holding onto the bone as if you were to slip off the top. He removed his grasp from your leg, and gently held your right hand. It startled you, and instinctively you intertwined your fingers with his. Your eyes connect with his beautiful sky colored eyes, and he returns a smile at you. Before you open your mouth to make a comment, a gust of wind crashes into the both of you, and you dash forwards to grab his hat. His hands panically reach your shoulders to hold you from falling.
“Woah! Hey calm down sweetheart, it ain't going anywhere,” he laughs nervously. Startled and worried that you could’ve slipped off the roof in an instant.
“I know I know, but I don’t want you to lose your favorite hat.” Scout smiles as you place the dark grey hat back onto his head, adjusting it to the way he likes it.
“My ma wouldn’t be too proud of me if ya got hurt over my hat,” he responds with a playfully giggle. You try to respond, but he presses one finger up to your lips. You lift your eyebrows jokingly as he shushes you, and he moves his finger to the strand of hair that came undone. He gently pushes the lock behind your ears. The gesture makes your cheeks heat up. Turning your head towards the mountains, Scout scoots you backward so your legs are no longer hanging off the concrete roofing, and instead you’re sitting cross-legged facing each other.
His palms find your face again, and engulf your cheeks as he gently moves his left thumb around your skin in circles.
The sun has lowered itself deeper into slumber. The only remaining light was dark orange and no more gold. You peer into it once more, as you engulf the back of his hands in the heat of your palms. You stay like this for a moment, gazing into eachothers eyes and basking in the warmth from each other's touch. His cheeks dusted with a slight pink, and he pulls your hands down to your lap and intertwined his fingers with yours.
The both of you turn towards the mountains, where the sun is completely absent. When you turn your head to meet his gaze again, he smiles at you softly, before gently pressing his lips to yours.
