#I've always love the look of bare shoulders and everything else covered and yup! Looks cute on me too! Haha ♪

[sysig]

Sorry, I can’t, I’m just too cute today 💕 (Patreon)

[xxiamtiebrousxx]

2 AM (Tf2 Spy x reader Oneshot)

Author's Note: Yup, this was inspired by my brain keeping me up at two in the morning.

I tossed and turned in my bed. Everyone else was fast asleep. Medic was the last one to get ready for bed. I was the first and yet here I was, unable to close my eyes and enter Dreamland.

I tried everything! From listening to soothing sounds on the radio, to counting sheep. Nothing worked. Usually, Heavy's snoring was what kept us all awake, but the big Russian wasn't able tonight.

I looked at my clock on the nightstand. It read, 2:32 a.m. I groaned, rolling on my back. I grabbed my f/c throw and stuffed it under my head. That didn't work. I placed a pillow between my legs. That didn't work. I shouted out in anger and frustration. I threw my head pillow at the door.

There was a thud, followed by a soft knock on the door. I didn't answer or ask who it was, because Spy popped in his half masked head in. Light from the hallway spilled in.

"Mon ami, shouldn't 'ou be sleeping?" he asked. "I could hear you from across the hall." I crossed my arms.

"I can't sleep," I said. "I've tried everything!" Spy chuckled and entered my room, closing door.

"Perhaps there is too much on your mind," he said. I scoffed.

"My mind is blank," I replied. Spy sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I can be of assistance," he said. I smirked, even though Spy couldn't see it in the dark.

"And what would you recommend?" I asked. There was some ruffling of fabric. Spy's hand took mind and placed it on his shoulder. I shuddered at his cold, bare skin. This man should wear a jacket to bed.

Spy took my other hand and placed it on his shoulder. He wrapped both arms around my waist and laid down, taking me with him. I pulled up the covers and rested my head on Spy's shoulder.

"Y/n?" he whispered softly, his velvet voice sending shivers down my neck.I looked up at him. In the dark, I caught glimpses of his handsome features. He look good without the mask. Maybe that's why the women love him.

"Spy?" I asked quietly. "What is it." He chuckled, his finger running across my jawline.

"In zhe moonlight, your features seem to enhance," he replied. "Your radiant looks could make a man do your bidding." I blushed. I had liked Spy for quite some time now. He was always protecting me out on the battlefield.

"Wow Spy," I said. "Who knew you could woo someone with such beautiful words." Spy pressed a smile against my cheek.

"Je vous aime," he whispered. "Je savais que tu étais la seule pour moi quand tu es entré. La façon dont tes yeux dégagent cette flamme de passion. La façon dont tes cheveux brillent au soleil, ça me captive. Je t'adore pour la façon dont tu es." I exhaled.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"It means I love you," he said. "I love you Y/n. I knew that you were the one for me when you first walked in. The way your eyes give off this flame of passion. The way your hair shines in the sun, it captivates me. I adore you for the way you are." Spy lifted up my chin so that I was looking at him. Our breathing intermixed and our lips were nearly touching.

"I love you too," I said, stuttering. "When you saved me from the enemy heavy, I thought I was a goner. But you had decloaked and stabbed him. The way you seemed so protective amazed me." Spy chuckled.

"If 'ou really feel zhat way," he said. "It's your move." I placed my hands on his chest and he put his hand on the back of my head, pulling me closer. Our lips met and we kissed for a moment before pulling away.

"Goodnight Spy, love you," I said.

"Goodnight Y/n, love you," he said.

Two in the morning was in the past now as I drifted off in Spy's arms.