TF2 Oneshots & Imagines!

"Mon dieu..." [Spy x Reader, Fluff, Slightly Suggestive]

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The day started off as normal. You woke up early, helped Engineer make breakfast after brushing your teeth, combing your hair, and getting dressed. Then you ate and cleaned things up with Medic, going back to your room to chill for a bit and prepare yourself for the rest of the day.

But today, something different was happening. Instead of the usual.. fighting, getting killed and respawning, spitting out cheeky remarks to the people you've killed on the opposing team.. there was a formal, celebratory party to be held in one of the largest rooms in the base. Both RED and BLU were coming to celebrate everyone's (insert number of years here) year in this job. As you sat in your room, you thought to yourself. Had it really been that long? Time seems to fly by fast.. but throughout all these past years you've gotten to know all the mercs amazingly. You know that Scout has this odd obsession with Tom Jones, Soldier stole a pet raccoon that visibly dislikes him, Pyro has childish intents even though he's creepy in all sorts of ways. You know that Heavy is actually much more intelligent than he seems in battle, that Demo is a very caring and compassionate person when it comes to family, and that Engineer is an amazing cook. Finally, you know that Sniper is much sweeter compared to how cold he is during battle, and how much Medic loves Leberkäse. Spy, however.. you know the least about him than you do about the others. Of course, this was to be expected due to his mysterious, cold type of personality.. but you can't help but want to know more about him. What was his favorite type of wine? What brands of clothing does he like most? You don't know where all these questions came from.. until another minute passed and you came to a realization

You had caught feelings for this, mysteriously handsome Frenchman.

Your cheeks turned a bright pink as you thought about him more.. how much of a lady's man he is. How nice his hands would feel against your hips, pulling you close in a warm and gentle embrace. How soft his lips would feel pressing against yours, kissing you slowly and passionately. Eventually these thoughts evolved.. now your face was a bright red, thinking about how amazing he would be in be-

A small alarm rung throughout the base, signaling everyone that the party would be starting in 35 minutes. You jumped at the sound of it, your thoughts of Spy being interrupted. A sigh was released from your lips, standing up and making your way to your closet where you had prepared your clothing the night before. You started with a pretty yet somewhat simple red dress, putting it on after a bra. The fabric fitted perfectly around your form, the perfect amount of leg being shown. You smiled to yourself, then went over to your desk to doll yourself up. You did your hair, put on some makeup, and finished off the look with jewelry. Looking into the mirror, you quickly fixed a little bit of hair sticking out wrong. After that, you smiled a bit more and stood, slipping on the pair of shoes you bought that fit well with your dress.

Another alarm rang. The party was going to begin soon. You sighed and stretched a bit, before heading out of your room and heading over to the designated party room. Taking a quick deep breath, you listened in and heard the chattering voices of a couple men in the room. You internally pep talked yourself for a bit and opened the door, stepping in.

You were immediately met with the faces of most of the mercenaries on both teams, the only ones missing were your Sniper, both Spies, and the other team's Demoman. Almost all eyes were locked on you as you walked in, everyone's faces lighting up as you came in.

"Eyy, how's it goin' (Y/N)?" Scout slides up next to you, greeting you in a friendly way.

"Pretty good! How about you?"

"Oh I've been doin' great! I've flirted with Ms. Pauling and only got ignored five times!" he says cheerfully, earning a giggle from you. Someone busts through the door drunkenly, spouting out Scottish nonsense. Yup, the other team's Demoman arrived with.. a lot of booze. You look over and giggle, watching him nearly trip over air while trying to get to the large table to set his crate of alcohol down. You continued chatting with the other mercenaries and waited. Sniper eventually came by, apologizing for his lateness. The other team's Spy arrived, also apologizing for his lateness. You kept chatting with everyone else.. a little disheartened since your Spy hasn't arrived yet.