TF2 x Reader

Saxton Hale x Reader

ooOOOooo something different! This has probably been requested...

...sorry for so much late work...

...I'm falling out of this fandom but I'll keep it up for you guys : )

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What the hell did you see in him?

He was loud, obnoxious, full of himself, and thought love in general was completely overrated, as far as you knew. You only ever saw him occasionally when he came by the base with Ms. Pauling to check up on your team.
So why did you want to be with him? Maybe it was the sheer power he displayed when he simply stepped into the room. Maybe it was the way he held himself: proud, sure, confident. Or maybe it was even that ever-so-slight look of worry he got when your team told him about your near scrapes with death. You don't know what it really was, but you knew one thing.
You would ask him how he felt.
...eventually.
He would be at the base today. You would catch him in another room and demand to know why you caught him sneaking glances, even if you hadn't  actually done so. You would say, "Saxon Hale, I demand to know your feelings toward me!" Yeah, that's it. You'd just yell right in his stupid...

...worthless...

...manly...

...powerful...

...really strong...

...face.

E-easy!

That wasn't hard in the... slightest...
...who were you kidding in there was no way in hell you could do something brave like that.
You weren't timid like this around your team. Why was it this way with Hale? You aren't sure, but you are sure that Soldier just yelled that Hale was here.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Okay, that's it, you're just going to die now. You're just going to curl up in a ball and-
"Hey, ain't you comin'?"
You look up at Scout, put on your best smile, and nod. You lose your smile as you follow him to the foyer, where Saxton Hale and Ms. Pauling were waiting.
"I need to speak with your newest recruit," Hale says as you step in. He puts a hand on your back and leads you outside. You look up at his handsome face and act confused, masking how intimidated and excited you were.
He rubs the back of his neck. "Listen. I'm really sorry for any discomfort I may have caused you."
You start to say it's okay, but he's already pulled you into a tender hug.
A/N
Not typing on a phone again if I can help it.
Like, ever.