TF2 x Reader

Heavy x Reader

Got bored :P

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  You sigh. Loudly.

  "What?" Spy has been getting aggravated with your presence. He's trying to relax with a cup of rum, but you're flopped on his loveseat and bored. And he won't play chess with you.

  "Play chess with me..." You groan. When he tells you no, you flop your arms around in protest. He tells you to stop and you do it again. "Spy..."

  "Heavy knows how to play chess. Go play chess with Heavy." The Frenchman says to you. You sigh again. Loudly.

  You really don't like being around Heavy. It's not that he's intimidating, and you're not racist. You just don't want him to know the big secret that you secretly have secret feelings for him.

  Ssh.

  It's a secret.

  Spy gets a paperback book and throws it at you. "Get out." The oddly-colored-suited-masked man tells you. The book hits your face and stays there. You sigh again. Loudly. And flop on his floor. You feel yourself being promptly dragged out into the hallway and hear the door close. And lock.

  No more Spy, you guess.

  After a while of laying on the floor and pretending you were a worm by inching around, you hear heavy (you see what you did there and hit yourself for your bad pun) footsteps. You stop sticking your rear in the air and pushing yourself forward and begin to sit up. Unfortunately, you are lifted before you can complete this task. You see Heavy and try to inch away from him grip. Unfortunately, you are unable to complete this task also. You smile nervously and wave.

  "Heavy will play chess with you." The Russian smiles.

  You do a little dance of joy and agree.

  Wow.

  You didn't remember chess being this boring.

  You sigh as Heavy decides his next move. Before you know it, a red pawn is moved forward. You look at your own blue pieces and grab the knight, going two spaces left and one space back. Heavy looks over the board thoughtfully and you wait. Eventually, he speaks.

  "Heavy can not decide next move."

  "You want to call it game and grab a sandwich?" You ask. Heavy shakes his head and says no. He just figured out his next move.

  You lean forward to watch him move the piece, but instead get a peck on the cheek. Your face gets hotter than Jennifer Lopez and probably more red than the Razorbacks. Your eyes go so wide you think they'll pop right out. You hear the deep chuckle of the Russian and start smiling.

  You're a little less bored now.