TF2 x Reader

Pyro x Reader II

As requested by lzzy_ms

Rr urrsmm! Tkkz rr d spprt! (You're awesome! Thanks for the support!)

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You sit in the base, watching two of your best friends- Sniper and Medic- argue. About you. You're scared, and almost can't move. You feel like this is all your fault. You can't believe it when Medic stops and pulls a gun on Sniper. That's it. You can't take it anymore! You stand and run out of the base and climb on the roof, where they'd never think to look. The world is shrouded in the darkness of the new moon, but that only makes the stars brighter. You sit crisscross and look up at the glittering specks, trying to calm yourself. That was a scary situation. You felt like when someone tries to squeeze a balloon, and just before it pops, it shoots out of their hand. That's how you felt.

"Hrlrr?" A voice called up. Well, almost a voice. A flashlight beam heads up in your direction. You peek your head over the side of the roof and look at him.

"Up here," You say shakily. Pyro looks up and cocks his head.

"Wut rr yu dorin urp drr?" He asks.

"The argument inside scared me." You tell him.

Pyro starts coming up with you. The climb's almost fifteen feet, but he seems to manage it easily and sits beside you, also crisscross.

"Pyro?"

"Hr?"

"Have you ever felt like a something, but not exactly a someone?"

Pyro nods. "Rll d trm."

"I wish I could understand you better." You look up at the stars, and one twinkles above the rest. After a while, a new voice speaks up.

"Wish granted."

You look over at Pyro, startled.

"Hello." He says. You sit there, shocked. Frozen. Stuck to the spot, just like you were in the base. Except it's not with fear this time. A new feeling stirs in your chest.

He's not bad-looking. In fact, he's pretty hot. Come on- even with the nonexistent light source, you get lost in his glittering eyes. His hair kind of falls into his eyes, but it doesn't have the length it needs to really get into his eyes. It's messy, only making him look more attractive. And... Blonde! You note to yourself with increasing enthusiasm.

"Are you okay? You've been staring at me for five minutes." Pyro snaps you out of your trance. He's leaning away from you a bit, looking kind of freaked-out and holding his mask to his chest.

You blink, feeling your eyes burn. "Ow! Yeah, I'm fine." You say, rubbing your eyes. "It's just a bit of a shock, seeing you without a mask and all."

"Yeah, I think the team would scorn me."

"Why?"

"Blonde hair isn't 'manly'."

"Why would you think that?"

"I was talking to Sniper."

"Oh!" You push him lightly. "Don't listen to that guy. He's full of it."

"I thought you were best friends."

"We are, but he's still full of it." You laugh. "Not manly..."

"Yeah, well, you get used to it when nobody knows who you are. How were they supposed to know, right?" Pyro looks down and folds his knees in, resting his head on them with a sigh.

You scoot closer to him. "That's not all, is it?"

"Of course it is! What else would there be to it?"

"Your feelings have to come into play at some point."

He looks up. "They never have before."

"Pyro..."

"Call me Felix."

You smile and lean against him. "Remember that day last winter?"

"When you couldn't feel your fingers and I had to warm you up? How could I forget?"

"Yes, that day." You say, pushing yourself against his back.

"What about it?"

You put your hand out and make the same sign he did.

"I love you." You say.

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A/N

PYRO IS NOT PEWDIEPIE. IF YOU HADN'T NOTICED, THIS TAKES PLACE IN 1973, LONG BEFORE PEWDIEPIE WAS EVEN BORN. YES, I GOT THE NAME FROM PEWDIEPIE, BUT EVERYTHING ELSE IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL. STOP SAYING PYRO IS PEWDIEPIE.

I DON'T WATCH PEWDIEPIE BECAUSE HE CURSES TOO MUCH. STOP COMMENTING ABOUT HIM. YOU ARE SPAMMING MY INBOX WITH PEWDIEPIE WITH THESE COMMENTS.

I'm not saying I don't want feedback. I want feedback.

I just don't want feedback about PewDiePie.

Thank you.

    -K.B.