Tf2 ONE-SHOTS...Idk

TF2 x Reader: Night Out

A group of 12 walked into the town's bar. A fog fell over the people in the bar, the chatter quieting down as they watched them. They calmly strolled in, ignoring the stares and murmurs. Two women split from the group, dissapearing in the crowd.

They passed booths and tables, heading to the back. A woman by the name of (C/N), a (Melee weapon) at her side led the group, her (E/C) eyes shining in the bar's dim lighting. They pushed through the curtains, the entrance to the back of the bar, and spotted who they were looking for.

(Y/N) smirked and walked up behind them, the rest of her teammates right behind her, all of them holding something.

(Y/N) POV

"Hey bud," I said, holding up an object in my hand. He looked back and flinched in surprise.

"Oh! (Y/N)! Your finally here!" The man exclaimed. "And you brought your equipment. Awesome!"

He was referring to our instruments. Scout, with the help of Soldier and Sniper, had brought a drum set. Heavy helped Medic with a DJ mixer. Soldier and Pyro also held their electric guitar cases.

"Yep. So, Matt, when will we be up there?" I asked the man. He glanced at his watch.

The people outside got louder and they started to chant. There was a crash as they got impatient.

"Oh jeez." He looked through the stage curtains. "You guys better get out there. They're getting rowdy."

I looked to the guys as they unloaded their instruments. I took a breath and stepped out, the men right behind me. They quickly set up as the audience settled down, taking their respective seats. I looked for Strategist and the Jester, but couldn't spot them among the crowd as the stage lights blared at me.

The bar was silent, the air thick with anticipation. I held the mic to my mouth, taking a breath.

"There's a room in a hotel in New York City."

Scout began beating his drums to form the beat while Medic began the rhythm, headphones resting on his head.

"That shares our fate and deserves our pity."

My eyes were lidded as I sang on.

"I don't want to remember it all
The promises I made if you just hold on
Hold o-o-o-on
Hold o-o-o-o-on
Hold o-o-on
Hold on."

As I expected Pyro and Soldier to play their parts, I was surprised when hearing the sound coming from in front of me. My widened eyes didn't have trouble finding its source, and I smiled.

Strat and Jes were on separate tables, playing away with electric guitars.

'Wait, the guitars?!'

I looked behind me, looking for Soldier and Pyro, but they stood beside Medic. I smiled again, facing the crowd.

'Man, those two are gonna answer a lot of questions after this.' I thought to myself as the two women played on.

"And I just need enough of you to dull the pain
Just to get me through the night till we're twins again
Till we're stripped down to our skeletons again
Till we're saints just swimming in our sins again."

The crowd began to...crowd around the stage, cheering. But we were used to it. Strategist and Jes pushed through, hopping up. They stood beside me, getting ready to join.

"And there's a jet black crow droning on and on and on
Up above our heads droning on and on and on."