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Its had been one whole week.
One whole week ever since you had talked to Spy, touched him, hell-
It's been a whole week since you have even interacted with him.
The team has not noticed that, why would they? What they have noticed it how pissy you have become, snapping at any little annoyance and being an overall asshole.
You were starting to get pissed off about how pissed off you were. Just the thought of the damn Frenchman made your heart squeeze, yet it made you grind your teeth. You weren't stupid, you knew what was up with your head h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶, and it made you all the more angry.
Your fingers pulled at the bottom of your top, it was better than slamming your fist trough the wall. You approached Spy's smoking room.
Your hand hovered over the door for a second before slamming down hard.
Silence.
You waited for a second, staying silent and trying to listen for any noise from the other side.
Nothing.
You took a deep breath in. Your hand curled up into a fist, squeezing hard before releasing them. Your hand came up again, slamming down hard on the door again.
This time, you barely waited for a second before you kicked the door hard.
"Now there, what's goin' on?"
The voice was thick with a southern accent, familiar, yet to didn't belong to Spy. You pulled away from the door, turning around and walking off in a direction what you hopped what the opposite of the incoming Engineer's.
Your non-dominant hand reached for the other, pulling at the thumb as you moved. Your mind was set on telling him today. Regardless of what reaction you would get, you just wanted to get it out of you. Maybe that would fix you up.
You walked fast, so fast that you almost didn't notice something brush against your shoulder. You glanced back, pausing when you was... nothing.
With minimal thought your hand darted up, it smacked against something hard. For just a second, you saw an outline. A 𝘳𝘦𝘥 outline.
Both your hands moved quick, wrapping around the figure's (presumably) arm. A red outline formed in the air. You started at it- at Spy.
"Spy." you mumbled. Even though you could clearly see his undulating outline, he stayed silent. "Spy." you said again, this time louder. Spy uncloaked, an unbothered look on his face. You just started at him, taking in his every feature.
He cleared his throat. Your gaze snapped back to focus on his face. "Spy." your voice held this venom in it. Anger bubbled at the pit of your stomach. You didn't know why. All you knew is that you wanted to-
Your hands weren't on his arms anymore. No, they were tangled up tightly with the collar of his fancy suit. You pushed all of your body weight onto him, slamming his back against the wall. A breathy noise escaped him.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" he tried to pull your hands off his collar. You ground your teeth, pushing your arms against him harder. Insults, shouts, screams, they all swam around your head. The moment you tired to push them out of your mouth, they crawled back in, making so that all that came out was a garbled groan.
Your stood there wordless, with this squeezing feeling at the bottom of your stomach. Nervous- you were nervous..? You hissed. You hated it. How this stupid Frenchman managed to make you nervous. How he managed to effectively get your palms all sweaty and your mind muddled.
"French..."
Spy's anger melted into confusion. "What?" he asked. Your face grew red with embarrassment. You didn't mean to say that.
Loud footsteps thundered towards the two of you. You panicked, hand loosening around Spy's collar. He seemed to take advantage of that, easily slipping out of your grip. The moment you felt the feeling of his cloth leave your hands, your head snapped back to where Spy just was. You spun around in a full circle in search of him.
Nothing.
Someone grabbed your back, spinning you around. Your eyes (barely) widened at the action. Running straight at you was Scout. The moment he saw you, he stopped dead in his tracks. "I'm just gonna go..." he pointed behind him before turning around and running the other way.
Wrapped around your shoulders were a pair of hands. They weren't skinny and long like you hoped they would be, they were thick and made the sound of latex as you turned around. Standing in front of you was Pyro.
He tilted her head, staring at you. You glared back, hands curling into fists. He asked you something. You didn't understand the words, you weren't in the right mood or mind space to try and understand anything.
Instead of answering, you turned right around and stormed off, leaving Pyro to herself.
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You thought you could Spy at dinner, But he seemed to have similar thoughts. His seat stayed empty all throughout dinner. You couldn't help but grind your teeth at the thought. Pyro, who was previously having a 'conversation' with you, placed her hand on your shoulder.
You snapped out of your thoughts, eyes focusing on her 'face'. He tilted her head to the side, letting out a muffled noise. You could tell it was a confused noise, if not by then sound of it then definitely by her actions.
You rubbed your thumb against your index as you stared at her. As much as you were (Surprisingly) close with her, you never told her about spy. You didn't say anything, just pointed behind you with your free hand. He nodded, letting out a muffled, affirmative noise.
You got off the floor, giving her a small glance before walking out of her room. The walk towards the rooftop was long, leaving you to your screaming thoughts throughout the whole time as you moved.
You pulled open the door to the rooftop. The sudden rush of cold air made you shiver for a second. You let the door close behind you before settling down on the ground. The cold of the concrete immediately seeped trough your clothes, making you shift uncomfortably for a second.
"Maybe it would be better to give up" You thought. The thought of confessing seemed stupid now, since what you two had was clearly over (if there was something to start with). You had to give it up, find another way to cope. Maybe you could ask Medic to do something, scoop out your brain to make you forget what all happened. The thought made you hum.
The door creaked open, making you turn your head. Standing there was Pyro. He made a happy noise before stepping out of the doorway. Your brows furrowed the slightest bit. You had just seen her about ten minutes ago. You had asked for a moment to yourself ten minutes.
He settled down next to you, tilting her head in that way which was more affectionate than confused before he started speaking. You felt so baffled you didn't even have it in you to say something about it.
Her hands moved as he spoke. You took in a deep breath, the smell of smoke, burned ashes and... citrus? You smelled citrus on her. He never smelled of fruit. It tickled your nose in a funny yet familiar way. It made your heart squeeze in that familiar way.
They same way your heart would squeeze when you smelled Spy's cologne.
Your hand moved fast, wrapping around Pyro's arm. Her head snapped towards you, yet it didn't tilt the way it usually would. You stared at Pyro, but you didn't fell the latex you usually felt.
Your fingers rubbed against the cloth, like you needed to make sure you were felling that right. The sigh that made it to your ears wasn't muffled. He didn't even bother hiding it anymore. 𝘚𝘱𝘺 didn't even bother hiding it anymore. You already knew.
Your hand tightened around his arm. His free arm moved to the side. With a burst of smoke, Pyro was gone, leaving you looking at Spy himself. Your lips pulled together. He stared back at you, yet he didn't make an attempt to pull away.
Your head buzzed with so many thoughts. The smell of his cologne masked anything else, making you want to just lean in and take a big fat whiff of him. You stared at his face, his seemingly soft lips, his-
"I love you."
He stared at you, and you stared back.
"𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬."
This stupid damn Frenchman seemed to unintentionally ruin you every moment he's near. He managed to make you, a man who rarely spoke, whine and moan in ways that seemed forgein to you yourself. He managed to make you, an already quiet and reserved man, (somehow) wordless. He managed to bend your mood just with a little thought. He's taken over every aspect of your life, and now? He's gotten your love confession.
"Well, this was unexpected." He said after a moment, turning away. You gritted your teeth. Out of your mouth just came the most vulnerable words a man could muster up, and that is what he had to say in response. "I, personally, would have went for a more conventional method to declare my love."
He was looking at you now, smug grin spread across his lips. Your grip on his arm tightened further. His free hand moved to your side before if planted firmly upon your hand. His thumb rubbed circles upon the back of your hand. "Don't you think you are holding me too tightly, mon amour?"
Your fingers instinctively uncurled at his words. A curse bubbled right behind your lips as you bit down hard on them. "Wouldn't it be better to discuss this somewhere more private?"
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It had taken sometime for the two of you to get your relationship sorted out, but now you can finally call Spy (only to yourself) your boyfriend.
For a man who was secretive about most things, he certainly didn't seem against gripping your ass in public.
He had found you hiding at a corner, waiting to ambush any BLUs that would happen to walk by, and decided that was his chance. And so now he stood behind you, holding your ass in death's grip while conveniently staying invisible.
You took in a deep breath, curling your hand around your weapon as you resisted the urge to turn around and... you didn't know what you even wanted to do.
Loud footsteps bounded towards you, making you snap up in attention. Down running came the BLU team's Soldier. You shot at him, making him grunt and stumble. He turned to face you before shooting not one, but two fucking rockets at you.
Nothing but a soft grunt left you as the explosion tore trough your skin. You took out your melee, rushing at him. He can't use his damn rocket launcher when your-
Soldier fell to the ground with a loud scream, hand momentarily curling to reach his back. You looked at the dead Soldier on the ground, then at Spy who was cleaning his knife with a napkin.
You stared at Spy. He folded the napkin, tucking both of the items back into his suit before looking up at you. He raised a brow. "Thanks." You mumbled, giving him a thumbs up. He smirked, giving you a wink before going invisible.
Now that you were alone, the burning skin grew more apparent to you. You gritted your teeth, moving in search of a health pack.
You felt something smack your ass hard, earning a small surprised noise from you. Spy's laughter reverberated around you before everything went silent again.
"Damn Spy."