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thank you sm this was a delicious meal amen 🙏💚

Congrats on 80!! Saw your post, so I'm requesting!! I love heavy and he has little rep so I would love some sort of slowburn heavy x reader, I don't really have anything specific if that's okay!! If you can't do anything with this request I understand lol but thank you 💚

A/N: Ah! Ty! And I saw your other thing as well so this is fem reader! Another note, since this is tf2, I’ll reblog it and add it to my tf2 Masterlist as well on @captain-pheonix . Enjoy!

P.S: this took long because I’ve been writing non stop for school recently, which has in turn given me writers block creatively, plus I wanted to make this a little lengthy considering it’s slow burn. Anyways, sorry about that! Life gets in the way every time I want to write, it’s crazy 🤪.

Heavy x fem!reader slow burn: Little Big Crush

Warnings: Limited use of y/n, very mild swears

The day’s battle ended, right on schedule. You chased out the blu team and managed to stop the payload before it hit the second last checkpoint.

Red team started walking back to base. You desperately needed a shower and some food after all that. You watched as heavy was talking to medic, telling him something that made him laugh. You loved his laugh. He really was just a stoic shell full of love.

Scout suddenly stepped in from your left, breaking you out of your thoughts and making you jump. “Sooo…do you like him or not?” He wore a cheeky grin.

You took a moment before telling him, but realized if you said ‘no’, he wouldn’t believe you anyway. “…yeah. Fine.”

“Ha! Knew it. Y’know, you gotta at least hang out or talk to him sometime, right?”

“Just—stay out of it, kid. I know how to live my life.”

“Kid? I’m 27.”

“With the maturity and relationship experience of 5. Now go away.”

“Okay, you win, but I’m tellin’ ya, you’ll just regret it more if ya don’t do anythin’ .” He dashed ahead to talk with Sniper, probably making plans to get tacos like they usually do on Tuesdays.

“He’s right, isn’t he?” You spoke after a moment, over to Demo who had been walking near you two.

“Well lass,...You’re just gonna regret it if you don’t do something. For once, he’s right.”

You looked at the ground, then back at Heavy, who had finished talking with Medic, who was now telling Sniper to get his arm checked out before him and Scout’s taco night.

“Go on, talk to ‘im. There’s no harm in it.” Demo said encouragingly.

A deep breath. A few extra steps. Another deep breath. Going over a greeting in your head. Heart racing. Why is your heart racing? This should be simple.

“Hey, Heavy. I saw that play on the Spy you did today. It was a great shot.”

Heavy looks over at you and processes what you just said to him.

“Oh, yes. Thank you. Spy deserved it. He was always in intelligence.”

“Yeah.” You could feel your face turning beet red, so you looked at the ground.

“Is something the matter?”

“Oh! Hah, no, no, I’m ok, thanks.” You chuckled nervously.

Heavy hummed in response. A beat of silence.

“Doing anything fun or interesting tonight?”

“No. I just call sisters and mama. Why does (y/n) ask?”

“Uh—no reason. I don’t have anything planned either. What if we got a poker game going?”

Heavy looked happy at the thought. “This is good idea. I will ask others if they will join.”

“Cool—Well, uh, I guess I’ll be in rec room at 7, or whenever dinner is done.”

“Who makes dinner tonight?”

“I think it’s gonna be Engie. I heard he’s making chili.”

Heavy hummed. “I will see you in evening.”

“Yeah, you too.”

The team had since reached spawn and were putting their weapons and gear away. You couldn’t help but smile ear to ear to yourself as you put your things away. Part of you wished he’d stop making you fall in love.

After having a shower and a small pre-dinner snack, you headed toward your room to rest. You ran into Scout, who was dragging sniper out of his room. “C’mon, Snipes. The arm won’t get any better just sittin’ around.” He rolled his eyes at you, making you giggle. “Any luck with the big man?”

“We’re gonna have a poker game tonight, you in?”

“Oh yeah, I’ll be there—SNIPES!” He grabbed the Australian’s arm before he could slip away.

You just laughed and shook your head, walking through the doorway to your room.

——————

“Wake up, (y/n).”

You shuffled around, eyes fluttering open slowly.

“Oh, did I fall asleep?”

It took a moment for you to register that it was Heavy who was waking you up.

“Oh, hi Heavy.”

“Dinner is almost ready. Leetle Scout saw you sleeping and told Heavy to wake you up.”

“Oh. Okay.”

That amazing bastard, You thought.

“Thanks for waking me up,” You said with a smile, “didn’t realize I fell asleep.

Heavy gave you a humble nod and returned the smile. He got up to leave the room.

“Uh—Heavy?”

“Yes?”

A moment of quick, but quiet thought.

“Uh—Never mind.”

Heavy just nodded and left. What was I going to say? I love you? No. Your brain was speaking for your heart.

—————

The poker game had gotten off to a good start. There were lots of snacks, including the brownies Engineer decided to make after dinner. They were still warm from the oven, and it was safe to say they weren’t going to last more than an hour.

Scout had been weirdly often whispering over to Demo and Engie on either side of him. Obviously it was something scandalous, which is what their reaction read as. It made you ansty.

Should you have really told Scout that? But he would have figured it out anyway. Is he going to do something? Oh gosh, if he does I swear I’ll—

“Is your turn.” Heavy broke you out of your thoughts. You realized you had been zoning out for a moment.

“Oh—Thank you. Sorry.” You played the hand you had been keeping a high-stakes poker face on for most of the game so far.

A collective of groans went around the table, followed by the dejected slapping down of cards.

You were about to take the chips in the middle, but was stopped by Heavy playing his hand. A royal flush.

“Wow, where have you been keeping that?” Scout asked.

“He does have the best poker face.” You pointed out, “That makes him really good at it.”

Heavy’s ‘amazing poker face’ broke into a smirk, making you uncontrollably smile again.

The game got reset, but Scout was looking at you subtly with raised eyebrows and a smug expression, saying “oh, come on. You’re in love with this guy.”

You just rolled your eyes back at him and continued playing.

——————

Near the end of the evening, you played a hand that you managed to hold, hearing dejected slaps of cards around the table, mixed in with sighs. All except for heavy across from you, who put down his much better hand. You just laughed and pushed the chips towards him.

Everyone got up to head to bed, because it was getting late and they had more fighting in the morning. Heavy got up to leave you and Scout to putting the cards away, but you got up too so you could talk to him at least once more before the end of the night.

“I think that’s that is best play we’ve ever had at lousy poker table, that was good!” Heavy said.

“Ha, yeah! I was just about to say that.” You laughed, “I’ll see you tomorrow I guess.”

“Yes. Good game, and good night.” Heavy was smiling ear to ear, and so were you. For once, you didn’t feel like it was forced conversation, and it felt good.

You returned to the table to help Scout again, and was met with a smiling, smug face pointed directly at you.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’m a hopeless romantic.”

“I wouldn’t say that hopeless.”

“Why? ‘Cause I’m sure I’m pretty hopeless.”

“Well, I guess I just wouldn’t say that. Heavy’s kinda actin’ like he knows he likes ya.”

A pause.

“Scout…what did you do?”

“Big deal, toots. He likes ya too.”

“YOU TOLD HIM? ARE YOU CRAZY?” You were getting close to starting a fight with this guy.

“Did ya not hear me? He. Likes. You. Too. The only reason I know, and the only reason he knows is ‘cause when you left to go to the bathroom he was looking all sad. Then I asked him, ‘hey, big fella, what’s got you all sad?’ An’ he said ‘I wish I could tell her’. So, I agreed to help him out a bit, an’ I told you about him and him about you!”

Another pause, longer this time.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

You closed the poker chip case and walked over to put it back on the shelf.

“So, now what then?”

“I don’t know, that’s kinda up ta you.”

“Well…I guess, maybe I should talk to him tomorrow? And…maybe what you did isn’t so bad..”

“No worries, pal. Go get ‘em tiger, and don’t let it keep you up. You got this.”

“Thanks, Scout.”

He nodded and left the room, picking up the magazine he was reading earlier on the way out.

That was sure a lot of information in one little conversation. You still felt mad at Scout for spilling your secrets like that, but at least he had good intentions.

You stayed up about fifteen more minutes that night, writing down and going over some things to say to Heavy, and finally got to sleep around midnight, sitting in bed and having the thoughts keep you awake.

——————

At about 8:00 am, you woke up to the usual alarm for battle at 9:00. As you sat up slowly, Scout was peering through the doorway.

“Obviously someone had some trouble sleepin’?”

“Wait..whu—“

“Look at the time, toots, you got 20.”

“I slept through that!? But that thing is so loud!”

“Yep. I’ll grab you some breakfast.”

“Crap..” you muttered under your breath, turning off the clock, “Thanks.”

—————

Almost stumbling into spawn, you got your gear on at light speed.

“Mission begins in five minutes.” The Administrator sounded.

Heavy tried making eye contact with you but you just immediately looked away, fearing the awkwardness of the conversation. Of course, he didn’t know that you knew though, so you thought about using that to your advantage.

As luck would have it, Heavy came up to you first. “Does (y/n) need help getting ready?”

“Oh, uh,” should you let him help you even if you don’t need it? Or just say ‘no thanks’? No. That would be rude. “Sure.”

Oh no—did that sound forced? What if he thinks I’m terrible now? What if—

“You do not look well again. Your face is very red.”

“Oh! Is—is it? That’s weird.”

Heavy handed you the rest of your gear as you finished tying your boots.

“Heavy wishes to talk later, if you have chance?” Heavy asked humbly and unexpectedly.

“Oh, yeah. Sure. After the battle probably works.”

Heavy gave a nod and carried his gun out through spawn with Medic as the door slid open.

—————

The battle was…not great, to say the least. Your head was clouded. You couldn’t think. Not with everything going through your mind. What did Heavy want to talk about? What if something goes terribly wrong in this battle because of me? What if it hurts Heavy? Am I overthinking this?

Pyro had brought you back to reality, waving a hand in your face. You looked up at your surroundings again to find that you’d been zoning out for around five minutes, protecting the intel after the enemy Scout tried to make a run with it.

“Oh, hey, Py.”

The Phoenix mumbled something you only vaguely got.

“Sorry. Didn’t realize how long I was just stuck thinking, heh.” You laughed nervously.

Heavy, Medic and Soldier came around the corner of the hallway you and Pyro were standing in.

“If (y/n) can assist us, we may get the intelligence.” Heavy stated simply.

“C’mon, cupcakes, do it for the honour of this platoon!” Soldier shouted in his usual manner.

You gave them a nod and beckoned Pyro to follow along.

The group managed to blow up, burn and slice the way through BLU’s base, knocking out their defences with ease. Scout joined the small crowd just before they hit the intel staircase, just in time to get ready to grab it.

The familiar beeps and sensor noises of 2 leveled up sentries echoed off the walls. You needed a plan. Medic seemed deep in thought for a moment, then spoke softly as to not draw the engineers’ attention.

“Heavy, (y/n), you go. Heavy can withstand the bullets long enough if I can über you.”

A quick glance at Heavy, and another at Medic to ensure that they were ready. You could feel the über running through your veins, and so you charged into the room, first destroying the sentries to protect Heavy from any further damage. Heavy’s minigun spun loudly as it took out the engineers and their teleporters with a rain of bullets.

Scout dashed in, giving each of you a half-salute and rushing right back up the staircase again. Soldier tried to chase after him to fend off the snipers that would surely have their crosshairs on his head.

Another moment passes, the übercharge slowing and a few seconds for you and Heavy to catch your breath. He let out a laugh, smiling ear to ear.

“That was amazing! I do not think we have ever gotten intelligence so fast!”

“Yeah!” You replied, trying to match his enthusiasm.

“We make good team. You are not so bad. A true fighter.”

Medic smiled over to the both you.

“Ja! Zhat vas amazing! Good job kamerades!”

Unfortunately, the celebration was soon interrupted. The sound of a spy decloaking could be heard from behind Medic. He let out a blood curdling scream as the sound of a knife drive into his back.

“Medic!” You both yelled in unison.

Heavy and you were quick to react, blasting your weapons in the direction of the spy.

The spy lay dead on the floor. Another moment of just catching your breath. Another moment for the spy’s deadringer to uncloak him, given a second chance to stab Heavy in the back this time.

“HEAVY!” You shouted.

The exclamation gave the spy enough time to work around your gunfire and finally stab you in the back.

———————

The familiar click. You were back in respawn once again. Heavy and Medic were there too, they both looked over at you.

“Stupid spies.”

“VICTORY.” Sounded in the administrator’s voice across the RED base.

Heavy unexpectedly lifted you into the air with a huge hug. “Very good!”

You were chuckling as he lifted you up. “Yeah! You all did great!” Heavy put you down and slapped a hand on your shoulder.

“Two wins in a row, I would say zhis calls for a small celebration?” Medic proposed.

“Sounds like a plan ta’ me.” Scout said, sniper, demo, Pyro, soldier and the others all returning to spawn to return their gear.

“Guess I’ll be makin’ a beer run!” Demo said.

———————

Everyone was back in the living space of the RED base once again, people hitting the showers, getting snacks, and everyone was completing their usual after-battle-routines.

Heavy came up to you after you both had put away your gear for the day. Your heart already started racing.

“Today was very good battle.” Heavy said positively.

“Yeah. That was good. And we finally managed to get their intel.” You said back.

A moment of awkward silence as you both stood.

“Heav—“

“I—“ you both started at the same time.

“Sorry, you first.” You said with a little laugh.

“Heavy…” he started, “Heavy wishes to, maybe…”

“Do you want to go on a date?” You finished for him, extremely fast, and looking at the ground to hide your blush.

“…yes. Very much.”

After another silent moment, Heavy took a step toward you. He raised one of his giant hands up to your face, and lifted it gently to look at him.

He seemed to also be subtly flushed as he looked at you with longing eyes. You shot the same look right back at him, lighting up from the kindness deep in his eyes. You carefully placed one of your hands on top of his and just stood there.

“HA! NICE ONE, (y/n)!!” Scout shouted from the other room.

——————

The eeennnd! Hope you enjoyed this installment! Reblog to spread my writing <3 and tysm for reading. Have an awesome day!

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