(okay, this one is short. sorry, UseUrNameM8, I tried. I really did. And it isn't exactly what you asked for, so sorry...But Reader-chan is sad! So, yeah...)

Your P.O.V.

the battle today...

we lost.

it hurt...when they spawn-killed us after the battle.

it normally doesn't hurt...as badly as it did today.

"Hey, toots, are you crying?" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Scout.

"I don't think so...am I?" He started laughing.

"Try to cover it up all you can, toots, but you're a crybaby!" Engie smacked him over the head with his wrench.

"Shut up, boy! You don't know how she feels right now!" They started arguing. The shouting hurt my head. I quietly slipped away and into the kitchen.

"Hey, toots, make me a sandwich!" I started to feel the tears streak down my face.

"I'm not some useless woman..."

"TELL THAT TO OUR LOSS TODAY!"

he's right...

"YOU'RE TAKING IT TOO FAR, BOY! IT WAS ALL OUR FAULTS! NOT JUST HERS!"

no, he's right...

"SHE DIDN'T DO SHIT, GRANDPA!"

he's finally telling the truth...

"YOU WILL SHUT UP RIGHT NOW, MAGGOT! IF ANYTHING, IT'S YOUR FAULT!"

no, it's mine...

"SCHWINEHUND! IT'S JOUR FAULT FOR JUST STANDING ZHERE WHEN I POPPED ZHE UBER!"

that is true...idiot...

"WILL EVERYBODY JUST STOP BLOODY SHOUTING! CRIKEY, ARE YOU ALL ON YOUR PERIODS OR SOMETHING?!"

everyone started shouting and arguing with each other. I covered my ears in an attempt to get away from the noise. It didn't work, so I just went into the corner, sat down on the floor, and just started crying full force. It's not like anybody would hear me...

"HEY!"

Everyone quieted. I stopped making conscientious noise. Heavy was scary...

"Stop arguing. Is not good for teamwork. You also make (Y/N) feel unwanted."

I would have protested, but I was too scared. I was fine with feeling unwanted.

"if she didn't want to feel unwanted, she shouldn't 'ave joined a team of men. ze battlefield is no place for petite filles..."

As everyone started looking at Spy in agreement, I quickly and quietly got up and ran for my room through the other kitchen door.

The thing is, I'm fine on the battlefield. But they're abusive with their words when they get off. That's what gets me.

Scout's an asshole, who's usually right about how incompetent I am.

Soldier whips me harder than the others because 'women need to train harder to be equal to men'.

Pyro's fine, but...they're scary...

Demo is always drunk, which I have a bad history with...plus he always looks so happy when he hurts others.

Engie is too defensive of me. He treats me like a little kid nine times out of ten, which makes him an asshole.

Medic is clearly insane. He loves blood and gore, and his horrid experiments...I feel like puking just thinking of it.

Sniper is always cranky, and I'm usually the only one around when he wants to take out his anger. He's shot near me once or twice in battle, and that's why we usually lose...

Spy is the worst, word-wise. He always knows what cuts me deep. He's the one that makes me cry the most, and then he hands me resignation papers once he's done taunting me. I have one filled out, but then again, I also have a pre-tied noose hanging in my closet. He's the one that makes me cry the most, Scout in close second.

Heavy is the worst, physical-wise. He's so big...And he always shouts, and laughs loud. Whenever I'm around him and he isn't shouting, which isn't often, he always keeps a keen eye on his surroundings. His eyes scare me. They stare into my soul, even when I'm not making any sort of physical or mental contact with him. He's the one that scares me the most.

When I get to my room, I lock my door behind me and collapse onto my bed on top of a pillow, which I clutch to my face to cry my heart out into.

I eventually cried myself to sleep, with no dinner as usual.

Heavy's P.O.V.

(Y/N) is hurt. I want to help her. But she's scared of me, which is something I deeply regret. If I could change myself, just to help her, I would, even though I'm perfectly fine with, and even like, the way I look.

My strength helps my family, and provides them with money to help them live. It also gets me a cup of tea or two every once in a while, which is relaxing. But it does not help her relax...

I go up to her room and hear her crying, as usual...

I sigh deeply. The crying stops, replaced with quiet panicked breathing. I walk away to give her peace. She starts crying again, and I kick myself.

"GOD DAMMIT!" I hear a small yelp. Okay, that's one of the things that scare her.

"Heavy, it's time for dinner!" I groan and go downstairs.

"Heavy does not want to eat!" Medic chuckles.

"Nonsense! Ich won't hear of it, mein Freund."

"And yet you will hear of (Y/N) being underfed?" He scoffs.

"If she will not come down here, too bad! She clearly does not want to eat."

"Because all you do is scare her and make fun of her. She does not want to be insulted more." The Spy starts laughing.

"If she could not take a few constructive comments, she should not be 'ere." I pick the Spy up by his mask.

"Others, maybe. But you? All you do is insult her because of gender, strength, patriarchal reasons, and your fear of not being strong. You would do well to leave her alone, and if you do not, I will snap you like twig." I set him down. I then turn to look at Scout.

"Same goes to you, leetle man. If you do not stop blaming her for the few losses we do have, I will squash you like bug." I then stalk off.

"why's he gotten so defensive of the broad all of a sudden? he knows he doesn't have a chance, right?" I walk back into the room, pick Scout up, then snap his back over my knee.

Everyone gasps. I glare at them all, to show I mean business, then leave. They start muttering. I don't care. I've been talked about before, and it does not affect me.

Your P.O.V.

When I wake up the next day, I see a pile of paper at my door. I groggily get up and pick one up, reading it.

'(Y/N), I am so so sorry for blaming you for our losses. They don't even happen that often, and I have no right to complain. I'm sorry for always pointing out your faults, too. I'm just a huge asshole, and I'm super sorry.'

I drop the paper in shock. No, this must be a joke...

I read the others.

'I apologize for being too harsh'-

'I feel so sorry for you. Do I scare you? I don't mean'-

'I'm sorry for being drunk all the time, I just can't help'-

'Are you okay? I am so sorry that I haven't been protecting you enough, I feel so'-

'I try not to show my insanity, I am so sorry that I haven't been watching your health, I'- 

'I'm sorry for firing at you once or twice, I didn't'-

'I apologize for all my comments, it was just to try and build my self-confidence, I shouldn't have called you'-

One, in particular, catches my eye.

'I'm sorry that I scare you. I don't want to scare you, I want to help. But unfortunately, I can't, because you're scared. If you were wondering why they all started suddenly apologizing and being nice to you, I snapped Scout's back last night in your defense. Please, don't be scared anymore.'

I blush lightly. He did that...for me?

I walk downstairs. Everyone is chatting until they see me. They immediately quiet. Scout is the first to speak up.

"Toots, I'm-" I smile and shake my head.

"It's fine. You don't need to apologize. The letters were enough." They all relax and go back to chatting. Engie hands me my food, then sits down with his own. I notice that there are two empty chairs, sitting next to each other.

"Do I...Have a seat now?" They nod. I sit down and smile. I've never been so respected in my life...

"Leetle girl is comfortable now?" I nod. Heavy sits down next to me. I jump and stiffen up a bit, before relaxing back into my seat slightly. I'm still scared of him...

*timeskip*

Your P.O.V.

I'm getting chased by the other team's Scout, and I know he'll catch up eventually, which scares me. He chases me over a ledge, then laughs. He knows I'm at low health. I brace myself for impact, but it never comes.

I open my eyes, and I find myself in the arms of Heavy, Sascha abandoned beneath me. I look up at him.

"Is leetle girl okay?" I nod slowly. He places me down gently, then pulls out his sandvich and gives it to me. I take a bite, my health rising.

"Don't you usually save these for Medic?" He nods, then shrugs.

"Am I not allowed to heal who I want? You would have died. I wanted to save you." I smile and hug him.

"Thank you." He gently hugs back, probably afraid of hurting me.

"приветствую вас, любовь." (pronounced 'privetstvuyu vas, lyubov.' means 'you're welcome, love.' X3)

I smile and pull away, finishing the sandvich and thanking him again quickly, running off with my crossbow in hand.

*timeskip(longer one)*

Your P.O.V.

"Are you ready?" I nod. Heavy takes his hands off my eyes to let me see what I'm touching. (GIT YER MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER RIGHT NOW)

 I gasp when I see Sascha. I quickly take my hand off. He chuckles.

"Don't be afraid! It's just Sascha."

"But it's your gun..."

"You can use her if you like. So now, is our gun." I turn to look at him.

"Really? But, Heavy..." He shushes me.

"Does not matter to me. You need to be better protected. I cannot be there in person, so my weapon will be there for me. I will just use Natascha." I smile and hug him.

"Thank you Heavy."

"Я люблю тебя." I look up at him questioningly. He starts blushing. (skip the next few sentences if you're a Heavy, also; pronounced 'YA lyublyu tebya', meaning 'I love you' X3)

"Wait- I didn't- Did you understand what I said?" I shake my head.

"Oh thank god..." His blush dies down.

"What did you say?" His blush returns.

"Is not appropriate for me to say..." I giggle, now getting the gist of what he said. I kiss him on the cheek.

"私もあなたを愛してます, Heavy." He smiles and chuckles. (pronounced 'Watashi mo anata o aishitemasu', meaning 'I love you too' X3)

"Was obvious, I'm guessing..." I nod. He picks me up bridal style suddenly, making me yelp.

"We go together, ангел." I smile and cuddle into his chest. (pronounced as and meaning 'Angel' X3)

Kinda cheesy and quick, but I was starting to crush on him ever since he caught me from that fall. So, we were meant to be? Question mark question mark question mark? Eh, who knows. This ending was rushed. Thank you, and goodnight.