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Spy Imagine

Spy Imagine (Team Fortress Two)

Note: Writing this was a real challenge. Hmm. Thank you for the request!!

Request for: AlexOfAsgaard

Spy Imainge

Y/n let out an angry battle cry as she offed an enemy. This  was what she trained for. She was the only (Your class) in her group, which made her invaluable. She was very fast and incredibly skilled, and from the time when she killed her first to the time where Pyro killed his second, she had killed six more. She was just that good. 

She was an absolute machine, and she didn't have any weaknesses. Well, mostly she didn't.

As it happened to be, the man she had eyes for was in her group that day, fighting gallantly. Spy was known to use lucrative tactics that were used by him alone. Y/n's use was second only to his. 

She blamed only herself for her 'emotions', and she insisted to anyone who would listen that he was an 'Ass Bouquet', and a 'Stale Baguette', in addition to wanting to constantly 'shove a cigarette up his nose'. Almost everyone knew exactly how she felt about him, though, as she yelled at him every chance she had. Usually, Y/n was fairly quiet. But, she took ever opportunity to cuss him out. 

The french man also new exactly how she felt, which did not help her situation in the slightest. He consistently teased her about it, which lead to more yelling and more creative cursing.

During that fight on that particular day, she was fighting awesomely but also watching him from the corner of her eye. In a rare turn of events he was just fighting, no fancy tricks, and suddenly--out of nowhere, too--he died.

She let out an involuntary shriek of indignation, quickly finished the enemy she was on, and then proceeded to blitz about the battle ground. They all stared at her as the notification sounded--they had won. She stood in the center of everything, panting, dripping blood. Her health bar was only half way down, too.

"Goodness, did everyone else notice that?" Her attention jerked up, and she noticed Spy, absently smoking a cigarette. Scout knew exactly why she freaked out, and the little smirk on his lips drained. She was out for blood, more so now.

"Uh, Spy?"
"Yes?"
"Consider...running."

Later, Spy sat huffily next to Y/n in the clinic. She had nearly killed him! Medic was working on her, first, because she was still fuming. 

"Why did you do that, huh?!"
"Shut the fuck up you fucking ass-bouquet." 

Medic moved onto him and worked quickly--as always.

"I do not understand why you went so lunatic. You ruined my suit."
"Aww, did I? Pissbaby." 
"You know what?!" He cried, leaping from the table to stand in front of her.

"You are the pissbaby!" He grabbed her face, pressing her cheeks together to give her a fish face. She glared at him through it, which would have made either laugh, were it not so intense.

"How am I  the pissbaby--I thought you were dead!"
"And why would that have anything to do with you?" He was less angry now, and smirking.

"I think you know why." She huffed.

"Yes, because if I died, you would never get a proper French kiss?"
"No!" She defended, attempting to wiggle from his hold. "Stop that!"
"Non, I must teach you before you try to kill me again." He attached his mouth to hers and she let out muffled screams. After a moment, she calmed and melted into the kiss.

"Disgusting." Medic muttered, storming from his own clinic. 

Outside, everyone was waiting, anxious.

"So?!" He faced Scout with a grim expression. "The pissbabies finally got togezher."

Everyone started cheering, laughing and highfiving.

Because really, finally.