Tf2 ONE-SHOTS...Idk

Pyro! x RED!Female!Reader!

Well, story short, I'm going to try write oneshots based off of songs every now and then. Yeah yeah, I know, "Oh that's so cheezy!" or "That's weird!" Welp, guess I'm weird. But if your okay with those, danke. Anyways, hope you enjoy it!

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Y/N POV

You were in the BLU base, sitting across from the BLU Spy, interrogating him. The room itself was in dusk, almost pitch black. The small table you both sat at, however, was bleached by the white light of the small lamp.

He was tied to the chair by ropes which snaked around his body down to his ankles.

"For the last time. Where. Is. The. Briefc-"

"Ha! I will never tell, you idiotic-lethargic-excuse of a mercenary!" he spat out, smirking.

You had your elbows on the table, mouth and chin resting on your knuckles. You inhaled and exhaled onto your whitening knuckles with frustration.

"If you want it that way. Then fine," you said exasperated-ly. You stood up from the cold, metal chair and pointed the warm lamp into his face, causing him to squint and scrunch his face in annoyance.

You moved silently around him in the darkness, circling him like a shark.

"What are 'ou going to do?" he asked snarkily.

"I thought we made a deal," you growled from the shadows. You quietly creeped up behind his captured form. He was looking around, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, zhat deal expired. I 'ave no business with your kind."

You hovered over his shoulder.

"Fine. You leave us no choice," you said, stepping back before he turned his head.

"Us?" he asked, his facade dropping a little.

"Used to keep it cool
Used to be a fool
All about the bounce in my step," you sang, as a sudden base started playing out of nowhere.

"What iz zhis? Where iz zhat music coming from?" The Spy asked incredicuously.

"Watch it on the news
Whatcha gonna do?
I could hit refresh and forget."

You walked around him, and attached his seat to a wheeler.

"What are 'ou doing?" He asked, trying to look over his shoulder.

As you pushed him towards the door, it opened and Sniper appeared with his trumpet and started to play along as you sang.

"Used to keep it cool."

As you walked the halls, the rest of the mercs showed up. Heavy tapped your shoulder and you stepped aside, letting him push the BLU Spy along.

You walked in front of the group, hands behind your back and looked around, uninterested. Pyro skipped up beside you and you smiled. He handed you a container of gasoline and you started draining in onto the smooth floors as you walked.

"What are 'ou doing?!" The BLU Spy said, trying to raise his voice above the music.

"Should I keep it light?
Stay out of the fight?
No one's gonna listen to me
If I write a song
Preaching what is wrong
Will they let me sing on TV?
Should I keep it light?"

You guys neared the exit to the battlefield, which was Tuefort. You lit a match and turned your hand over.

"Wait! Don't!" The Spy yelled, eyes wide.