TF2 x Reader Oneshots (LGBTQ+) | UNFINISHED

' I missed you... ' Spy x Reader

art above is from the tf2 comics!!

argh it feels so weird to do this again,,it felt like years ago when i wrote something god,, here goes.. and to be clear this is ,,mainly about me and gay thoughts about spy! so male pronouns and using ms paint / medibang as art programs since its free and i'm stubborn on leaving ms paint behind,, also i don't do very "clean" line-art, it's usually very messy and i don't like making smooth and very filled in lines,, ya know?? so messy lines and colors,, so its written to express that ,, BTW reader is legal age and in college,' taking french as a personal class for fun,, spy is like in the middle of his 30's and reader is late 20's / early 30's if you want to be more specific something like 32 ,, sorry for long a/n lol,,

EDIT: ALSO I JUST REALIZED I USED (Y/N) ONCE IM SORRY SMDNDN
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(Y/N) stared at the wall, unable to bring himself to look at the art reference he was using out of embarrassment, how could he draw something like that?

He never questioned something like this before until he thought about him again, he plagued his mind at every thought.

'How does he think of me?' he would question.

He huffed and focused again on his drawing. He looked over the drawing again and again before zooming out and focusing on another part of the canvas to draw him, again. He sketched out in blue him sitting in his chair in the room again.

He drew him with precision, trying to not make many mistakes with his lines on his face, he didn't deserve that.

Every line on his torso had to be perfect, nothing less for him.

He got to work on his hands, blotting out the basic shape of his hand before going in and drawing his intricate hands, his slim fingers and the cigarette he was holding, like he always was. He zoomed out to check for anything before moving onto his lower body, drawing his legs crossed over each-other, left on top.

He gripped his pen again before looking down at the tablet and pen.

'Why do I insist on drawing digitally if I can't even draw without a reference?' he thought as he turned his gaze upwards to look over at the other page he had open, full of references of wings and birds.

He typed in the search bar for references of his chair specifically, he usually would pull the actual model out if he couldn't find a reference but he decided that looking at terrible references would be fine this time, before sighing and scrolling through the images, finding a decent quality turn-around of the chair. Copy-and-pasting it into his art program he moved it over near the drawing and down, clicking off it to let it unselect.

He sketched the chair, taking glances and complaining out loud at how 'buggy' and a 'fucking nuisance' the chair was to his drawing. He finally got the chair done and went to do his face but stared at the blank shape.

'do I have to sketch his face? leaving it a blank space would be fine..I've done it before..'

He sighed and zoomed out to look at the drawing again. He nodded to himself mentally and started to outline the drawing with the 'select' took. He right-clicked on the selection and copied it over into Medibang.

He began the line-art process.

—timeskip brought to you by my headache rn—

After a VERY clumsy art process, it was done. He stares at the skinny man in the chair, his legs crossed and his arm leaning on the armrest, hold his cigarette with delicate fingers. He never thought of how delicate the man actually was, he was so skinny and thin, with precise and graceful movements.

He shook his head at that thought.

He zoned out at the thought of his delicate fingers in his small and somewhat smooth hands, how they'd feel, how they'd fit. He felt his cheeks heat up as he fiddled with the pen in his hand. He sighed dreamily while staring off again.

He heard shoes tapping on wood, he perked up and quickly covered the tab, saving it hastily. He pulled up his school work for the french class he was taking. He sighed and got out his notebook again and scribbled down the answers to the questions. He heard somebody clear their throat behind him, somebody who was clearly male with their deep voice. He tensed up and turned around, wondering who would be in his room, a man nonetheless. He stared in somewhat shock at the man he recognized. The man raised a eyebrow before smirking.

" you do not recognize me mon amour?

He looked him up and down to make sure this wasn't a joke, his posture showed the truth, he was seriously there.

With a shaky voice he replied,

" L-Laurent? "

The man softly nodded and held his hand out, the young man took it and stood up quickly, wrapping his arms around the man, trying his best to not let tears fall.

The suit-cladded man said it first.

" I missed you so much."

" Me too, mon amour.." The younger one said.