TF2 x Reader

🩸Don't Cut It Love (BLU Sniper x Suicidal!Reader)🩸

Requested by ETA_THE_MANIAC
(WARNING: This contains depression, attempted suicide, and other really sad stuff. If you are easily influenced by this material do not read this for your own saftey ;-;)

You were sick of it.

You were tired of it.

But most of all...you were done with it.

Everytime you tried and made a move, it seemed like he was too far away from you to even notice. You were never really close with Mundy anyways so why bother anymore? He was so handsome with his dark tanned skin, thick brown hair, kind yet hard eyes, and that dazzling smile. Then you looked at yourself in your bedroom mirror, you had dull (H/L), (H/C) hair, (S/C) skin, lifeless (E/C) eyes, and you were (B/T Body Type).

'Who could ever love someone like me? I'm just a waste of space here...maybe it would be best if I just left. That way Sniper and the others won't have to deal with me anymore.'

As these thoughts went through your mind, you grabbed the handle on your nightstand to pull it open, revealing a small, slightly rusted razor blade sitting on the bottom of your drawer. It once went to a pencil sharpener you owned but you took it apart to retrieve the metal blade. Tears began to cloud your vision, making the world around you blurry and disorientated, but you quickly wiped them away with the back of your hand and grabbed the razor before getting up off your bed and walked towards your bedroom door. Your hand was shaking as you turned the door knob and walked down the hallway towards the bathroom where you would finally die in peace.

Meanwhile, Mundy and the other mercenaries were playing poker in the living room. Scout was unusually good tonight with made the other men look at each other in confusion. Mundy wasn't paying that much attention to the game to notice because his thoughts were elsewhere, thinking about a certain (H/C) haired girl. Why was she so distant from him? What drew the Aussie towards you was your bravery in battle and how you could be both quiet and reserved yet spunky and adventurous at the same time. You really were something different and Mundy liked different things, he liked change but...not this kind. You were rarely around anymore and it started to prey on his mind as to why you were becoming distant. Scouts voice soon shot through his ears, clearly sounding annoyed.

"Yo Snipes! It's your turn dude!"

"H-huh? Wot? Oh! I ugh...I'm not really feelin' like playin' poka tonoight. I'm gonna go clear moi head..."

Sniper put down his cards and then got up from the table, walking around it and decided to go to the bathroom to wash his face and collect his thoughts in private. As he walked down the dimly lit hall towards the restroom, he reached his hand towards the knob when he felt a soft hand beneath his rough one. His eyes went wide and his gaze slowly went from the hand, to a wrist, to an arm, and finally to a face....your face. Your (E/C) eyes stared into his with the same, surprised expression.

"O-oh, hello Mundy..."

"Ugh, hoi Sheila..."

The silence after that was awkward, making both of you pull your hands away from each other. Neither of you knew what to say and frankly, you just wanted to run away from your crush or hope and pray he walked away. But....he didn't. Instead he turned to look at you and saw that your left hand was clenched, because it was holding the razor, and he couldn't help but wonder why. Why were you even up this late?

"Sheila, wot cha got in yer hand there? Find somethin'?"

Your blood went cold and you could of sworn your heart stopped. That was the last thing you wanted to hear from him, especially since you both were alone in the hallway. You began to panic and nervously tuck your (H/L), (H/C) hair behind your ear in attempts to distract yourself from the Snipers deep gaze.

"I-It's nothing, I'll just ugh...go to bed now. See ya!"

You sharply turned around and tried to run towards your room but a rough hand grabbed a hold of your wrist to prevent you from moving any further. Mundy wasn't going to let you get away thay easily. The next thing you knew, you were pinned to the wall with your arms above your head. Sniper stared at you with predatory and slightly angry eyes as the razor in your hand began to slip from your grasp, making it slightly shine in the dim light. His gaze went from you to the blade in a heartbeat, his eyes went from angry, to confused, and then we're filled with sadness.

"(Y/N)....I-Is that wot I think it is?....You weren't going to hurt or k-kill yourself....were ya?..."

"I-It's already too late for the hurting....i thought that maybe if I e-ended it all then I wouldn't be a burden anymore-"

Your wrists were then pressed harder into the wall and a forceful kiss was placed upon your lips. This made you yelp in surprise, the razor that yiu were trying desperately to hide fell from your hand and onto the floor, making a small clank noise. Sniper pulled away and placed his forehead onto your own while his eyes never left yours.

"Sheila...don't leave me....evah"