TF2 x Reader

🔪Practice makes perfect (BLU Spy x reader)🔪

"Hey (Y/N), what cha' doin'?"

You looked over at Scout while playing with a practice butterfly knife. You loved the style of the knife and just loved to play with them. It was amusing to watch the dull blade pop out of the handles and magically swing into place before you closed it again.

"Just playing with this knife you?"

"Meh, I just got back from finishing my laps dat Soldier made me do. Hey! Be careful with dat blade you could hurt yourself!"

"Relax Scout, it's only a practice knife the blade is dull so it won't cut me."

You rolled your eyes but chuckled under your breath. You remembered the first time you discovered your obsession with the weapon. The knife was one of Spy's, obviously, but you were surprised that the blade wasn't sharp when you found it laying on his dresser. I guess Spy had to practice somehow. Your (E/C) eyes shone with mischief as you quickly grabbed the knife and sneaked your way out of his smoking room and into your bedroom.

You were eager to practice using the knife that as soon as you closed the door, you jumped onto your bed and swung the knife open. Unfortunately the flesh between your thumb got pinched in between the handle and the dull blade making you yelp in pain, dropping the knife to the ground. You sucked on the spot where you were injured and glared at the knife which layed half open on the floor.

"Challenge accepted bitch!"

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It's been three months and you still couldn't flip the knife right. You were at your wits end with the stupid thing that you didn't even acknowledge the knock at your door.

"Madmoizelle, may I come in? Zhere iz zomezhing I vould like to dizcuss vith you."

You jumped slightly to the thick, French accent coming from your door that you quickly got up and hid the knife underneath some of your clothes and calmly walked to the door as if nothing happened. You turned the handle and looked up to meet Spy's blue eyes staring at you with curiosity.

"Oh! Hey Spy, need something?"

"Ah yes, you zee one of my knives haz gone mizzing and I vould like to knov if by any chance you've zeen it?"

You thought your heart stopped for a moment but you shook it off and plastered a fake smile onto your face. Your (H/C) bangs covered your (E/C) eyes like a vail on a wedding dress. 

"S..sorry Spy, I haven't but I'm sure it's around here somewhere. Did you see if by any chance Scout took it? Or maybe you lost it?"

You felt a cold chill creep up your spine the longer Spy stared at you. He looked like he was in deep through before he smirked and nodded.

"Merci (Y/N), au revoir~."

He then stuffed his hands into the pockets of his suit jacket and walked away, whistling down the hallway. You raised your eyebrow before shrugging and turned to enter your room when your stomach growled. Deciding to go eat some of Heavy's sandvich (you evil reader! XD) you walked down the hallway and went into the kitchen where the guys were lounging around.

Scout was challenging Soldier to an arm wrestling competition, which he would surely lose to, while Demo, Medic and Engie shook their heads, knowing the outcome of the situation at hand. Pyro cheered them as well as Heavy while Scout tried not to let Soldier push his arm down onto the table. Sniper leaned against the wall and drank silently from his coffee cup but Spy was not in the room with them.

You rolled your eyes and thought nothing of it and opened the fridge to retrieve half of Heavy sandvich, luckily he wasn't looking, and skipped off to your room happily eating your lunch. When you arrived at your bedroom door, you heard the sound of metal clacking together. Your eyebrow raised itself in confusion while you soon appeared in the doorway to look into the room. The sandvich dropped out of your hands as Spy sat there on your bed with a shit eating grin on his face and his practice knife in his gloved hand.

He continued to calmly flip the knife open and closed as well as doing neat little tricks with it before he walked up to you and chuckled.

"My my, vhat a zneeky little weazle you are~ I zhould have knovn it vast you (Y/N)."

You pouted before he leaned down and kissed you roughly. He then whispered low into your ear...

"But practice doez make perfect mon cher~"