TF2 x Reader

RED Pyro x BLU Reader

As requested by PinkiePyro

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 The RED Pyro. He was hot, no pun intended. He kept his mask off in his room. You borrow Sniper's rifle to see him all the time. His black hair wasn't that long, but it was long enough to let him flick it out of his face with his head. He was so cute when he did that. And, you know you sound like a total creep, but he was absolutely adorable when he got out of the shower. His hair's all wet, and then he dries it off with that red towel... and water flies everywhere... and his hair sticks out like when he gets back from battle and takes his mask off...,>

 That's what you love about him. Sure, it's wrong- you're a BLU, and... well, he's a RED. You could get killed for it. But what Saxton Hale doesn't know won't hurt him. And he won't ever know, because the only ones that know about it are you and Sniper. At least...,>

 You're pretty sure you're the only two that know about it.,>

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You find Sniper on the roof, staring out at the sunrise. He's got a photo in his hand and his rifle by his side. You settle down beside him. ,>

"You're not going to use my rifle right now." He tells you flatly.,>

 "I didn't want to." ,>

"Good. I find it a bit creepy that you're stalking the RED Team's Pyro.",>

 "I'm not stalking him!" You laugh, punching him on the shoulder. "I'm just... watching him through his bedroom window with a sniper rifle.",>

 "What's his name?",>

 "Miles Alexander." You cover your mouth.,>

  "Shirt size.",>

 "Large." You say through your hands. Stop it, brain!,>

 "Shoe size." ,>

"Thirteen!" STOP!,>

 "Exact hair length.",>

 "Two point three-six-four inches.",>

 "You're stalking him." You take your hands off your face. ,>

"Alright, I'm stalking him. But you can't blame me, can you?" ,>

"That's the thing. Listen." He turns to face you. "You can't keep on like this.",>

 "Can't keep on like this? I'm not doing anything wrong." You defend, your happy feeling quickly fading.,>

 "You are and you know it.",>

 "Sniper, I thought you were supporting me..." ,>

"I support you. I don't support what you are doing here.",>

 "What I'm doing?" You stand, appalled. "This isn't hurting anyone! And it sure as hell isn't affecting my fighting!" Sniper stands as well. ,>

"Hear me out. You need to stop this.",>

 "Well, some friend you are!" You shout in his face, stalking off back downstairs, flustered. What a traitor! I thought he would be a bit more supportive. Then a thought crosses your mind. He's not the one who would betray everything he works for. You stop and shake the thought away before continuing. He's my best friend. He should be there for me. ,>

You've always wondered what goes on in the Pyro's head. You've caught him trying to avoid you a little bit at battles, and you wonder why. Did he take pity on you? Maybe. You battle with yourself over whether you should get Engineer or Spy in on this. As you do, you make your way to the kitchen- well, a place where your team stores food, anyways- which is right through the central room. You notice Scout in there and groan inwardly. He's been trying to win you over whatever it takes, and it's starting to get pretty annoying. He stands as you walk by and walks up to you. ,>

"Lookin' good today." He says. You turn to face him and shove him down with your foot. Then you flip him off, throw a few words at him and walk into the kitchen, where you grab an apple- or maybe it was an orange? You didn't look- and go into your room.,>

 It looks the same as any room here. A faint blue on the walls that you can barely see. And when you can see it, it's old and chipped and shows traces of gray wallpaper underneath it. The bed isn't comfortable at all. It's more of a cot anyways. A cot with a thin blanket that looked like it was made in 1765 and a rock for a pillow. There was a dresser, but it was falling apart, so you hung your clothes on a rod. There was no closet, but there was a door that led to the Safe. You were glad of that, because the Safe stored weapons, ammo, and extra supplies such as non-perishable foods. You hated it down there, but it would help in a pinch.,>

 Suddenly, the alarms in the base start blaring. You know what that means. You also knew you were supposed to keep your weapons in the safe, but nobody did. You run out with your .380 pistol, shotgun, and submachine gun. Unlike your fellow BLUs, which at least had one melee weapon, you were more of a marksman when it came to fighting, and were pretty much useless with a knife. Hell, you probably couldn't put butter on toast. But that's not important, back to the story. So the alarms are blaring. You rush outside and are faced, alone, with the entire RED Team.,>

 Yes, even the Pyro. ,>

So you walk back inside to wait for everyone, unnoticed by the RED Team. The REDs have never attacked your base- your team had always gotten there first. You hear Spy barking orders. You go where he is, and he tells you to guard the case.,>

 Great. I get Intel duty. You think, going down to the Intelligence room. You sit behind the desk in the comfortable rolling chair and put your feet up on the desk, looking at Engineer's sentry. He's really good at building things. You look at the Intel. You're very glad it's still there, but you're really bored. You start messing with your .380, spinning it around on your finger and pushing it across the desk. You make sound effects with your mouth like an airplane until you hear a board creak. You freeze, readying your SMG and standing. Your worst nightmare comes walking in through the door. Miles Alexander, the RED Pyro, is trying to take the BLU Intelligence. He stops. You can't move. He looks at the cameras and takes care of them with a shotgun. You still can't move. He looks at you, shuts and locks the Intelligence room doors, and takes his mask off. He takes a step toward you. You take a step back, moving the rolling chair and scaring the hell out of yourself when it moves. He looks at his flamethrower, the source of your fear right now, and throws it on the ground, along with his axe. You put your weapons down on the table in front of you, not taking your eyes away from him. You make your way around the side of the desk and end up in front of it. His eyes, green and warm, lock with yours. You still don't know if he likes you or not.,>

 Maybe the next few minutes will tell.,>