Random Oneshots (Character x Reader)

Spy x Reader ~Players Don't Fall in Love (Tf2)

"I have the intel!" I yelled and I sped through the battle field. I dodged the bullets and I was almost as fast as Scout. That left him a little unhappy, knowing that he isn't the only fast one. We didn't dislike each other, not at all. He's actually very fun to flirt with, it really get Spy's blood boiling.

I jumped from roof to roof wielding my machete in one hand, briefcase in the other. The BLU Soldier on the ground didn't see me until it was too late. My blade cut his neck open and his lifeless body fell to the ground. I always did hate Soldiers. Always so loud, demanding, and overall just irritating.

I heard a loud gunshot from up above and I froze. My mind soon became aware that I had been shot in the side by a...ugh... Sniper. My legs started to run again, but that only made the wound worse.

"Spy!" I yelled for my friend. Well, that's what everyone thinks. I know this sounds cheesy as hell, but we're secret lovers. The rest of the RED team would flip out. Two "players" aren't supposed to fall for each other, aren't supposed to fall in love with anyone.

Rocks and dirt dug into my legs and arms as I fell due to my injury. "Spy!" I cried again and I tried to pull myself up. I was shot again in the leg and then the back. I fell back on my stomach, but I found the strength to pull the briefcase closer to me. Where is he?!

"You called?" The French accent made me smile.

"Took you long enough! Take the intel and get back to the base." I shoved the briefcase into his arms. "Just leave me be-"

Spy suddenly threw me over his shoulder and started to run back to base. "Leave you behind? Never in a million years, mon cheri!" He said. His French accent makes me melt every time... It's a weakness, you know.

I snatched Spy's gun from his hand and shot an oncoming Pyro. Being burnt to a crisp? Not my thing. I'm hot enough as it is, as Spy keeps reminding me on a regular basis. You'd think this job gets tiring and rather irritating, since you would have to shoot, kill, and die almost every single day. To be honest, sometimes it does get boring and irritating. But one look at Spy makes me realize how much I like this job.

"Can you run any faster?!" I exclaimed as I kept shooting. "I'm running out of bullets!"

"Tsk tsk tsk... So imaptient." Spy laughed at me. I just growled an checked my ammo.

I punched his back. "I only have two left, you dumbass! We'll see who's laughing when one of us is dead on the ground with a fucking bullet in their head because SOMEONE didn't go faster!" I snapped.

"You always did have a filthy mouth..." He mumbled

~Timeskip~

Spy threw me off of his shoulder and I flew over to the desk. I slammed the breifcase down and our win was instantly announced.

"You see what happens when you actually run?" I snickered.

"You see what happens when you're patient?" Spy stared me down. I just glared and went to push him, but I let out a cry of agony and I fell. The adrenaline had masked the pain of my original gunshot wounds, but it's all coming back.

"Sacre bleu!" Spy said before swearing over and over. this time, he really ran. I was never happier to see Medic's office in my life.

"You got blood on my suit." Spy said with fake scorn. It's a secret relationship, acting like we hate each other is the classic yet ideal cover.

This pissed Scout off. "She pactically dyin', ya stupid frog! No one gives a shit if ya suit gets dirty, it's a fuck of a lot betta' than to see her die! And you call me unprofessional!" His outburst suprised Spy and myself.

Spy said nothing as I was placed on the medical table. Not when I was healed, not when I was done, not a thing. We can't come out about our relationship, but our fake hatred for each other is causing problems, such as this.

When I went into my room, I sat on the bed with my head in my hands. I don't know how much more of this I can take. Hiding everything is so, so hard and we have to act like we hate each other.

I looked up and Spy was standing in front of me. He pulled me to my feet and said, "I know what you're thinking. It's getting harder to conceal our relationship and hating each other... It's hard to deal with." Spy kissed me gently and he made me weak in the knees, just like he does every time our lips meet. "We can get through this, ma cherie. Nothing will make us part."

His words met my ears and in that moment, I felt like everything wouold be okay. I forgot about the chaos we went through every day, all of the hiding, and all of the pain.

We would stay together, no matter what it takes. Two players aren't supposed to fall in love, but some rules are meant to be broken.

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