Tf2 One-shots [Requests Closed]

Come To Me {Spy x Depressed! Reader}

For EinRain. Trigger warning. Enjoy nonetheless.
Your POV
Tears flooded my eyes. I buried my face into my pillow, sobbing uncontrollably. They wouldn't shut up- the voices in my head. They screamed at me, the same things over and over.
Your'e useless!
Just end it.
Your'e not worth the space you take up.
I cried harder, just wanting to smother myself in the pillow. I tried to push the thoughts away, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't. Doing the only thing I could think of, I reached into my nightstand to retrieve my switchblade.

Spy's POV
I was walking down to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine, as I was planning on an evening alone. As I walked in, I noticed everyone was either there or in the rec-room. All but (y/n). I sighed: thinking about her made my heart beat a bit faster. Deciding to pursue my thoughts of her in a more private room, I grab my wine and head back to my room.

Or that was the plan. As I got closer to her room, I heard a noise.
Crying? I kept walking, the noise becoming louder as I neared her room. As I stood in front of her door, it was clear she was crying. I knocked on the door.

"(Y/n)? Mon cherie, are 'ou allright?"
"I-I'm fine. P-please, just leave me a-alone..."

As much as I respect her privacy, I couldn't stand the thought of her crying alone in her room. I needed to know what happened. I slowly opened the door. What I saw made my heart weep.

Your POV
"(Y/N)?!"
I looked up in horror at Spy, blood dripping down my left wrist. He dropped his bottle of wine, it clattering to the floor and him rushing to me.
"What on Earth?! Why, why would 'ou do thiz to 'ourself?"
I started to cry again, and he wrapped my in his arms.
"B-because, I'm useless..."
"What? Why would 'ou say this?"
I sniffed. "I- I've never told anyone, but.... I have depression, an-and these voices that tell me to do things. I t-try not to listen, but... they always get to me...."
He hugged me tighter, before tilting my head up, hand holding my chin.
"(Y/n), mon tresor. I wish 'ou had told me, I could've helped sooner. I don't ever wish to see 'ou like this mon amour. You come to ME from now on, whenever these things happen, okay?"
"O-okay." He wiped a tear from my eye with his gloved hand. He trailed it to my lips, along with his eyes, tracing my bottom lip with his thumb. He leaned down, and kissed me.

Needless to say, I wasn't depressed anymore.