Y/N L/N was a..pretty normal person with a decent childhood life and their present life as well,they 'graduated' at a pretty good collage and found a pretty decent job,Y/N was so used to doing these regular routines every day to the point they thought they could never escape this cycle until they die, while working endlessly at a company 24/7 (pays regularly thought) and drawing on their free times,which was quite rare.One day they finished their shift surprisingly early which was once in a lifetime,so waisting no time, they headed home to take a shower and eat their food until they began to pack their suitcase for a business trip the boss mentiond to the employees weeks ago. After packing their suitcase and their backpack(for their resources) they headed to bed at 22:40 p.m.
The next morning they woke up it was 7:49,they realized they were late to the airport and hurriedly began to dress up, eat their breakfast and grabbing their suitcase and backpack,when they reached the front door and opening it,they suddenly felt like they were falling until they looked down seeing the concrete floor and screams until they hit the floor, Knocking unconsios.
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(I am so bad at his writing,I'm lowk gonna kms from cringe-ness⛓️✌️🥀💔⛓️)
(I am so sorry,Im not good at writing everybody's language in peak spell,I am sorry。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。)
When they woke up from the unconsciousness,they realized that they were held hostaged in a room with a dim light,they tried to move but felt something tied to their hands,thinking to themselves to see if they're correct they rotated their head to check and realized they WERE indeed tied to a chair, struggling and twisted to get out of it,they spotted someone with a gas mask in the corner.Spooked,they tried to ask the person about where they are,after getting an unresponsive answer,they began to check their surroundings until the masked person exited the room leaving them all by themselves,trying not to freak out and scream,they began to scratch their hands to calm themselves down and looks down on the floor.A few minutes goes by, they hear a person coming in.Thinking it was the masked person again before but it turns out to be a different person,staring blankly at the man(almost stupidly) the man asks a question "who are you and how zid you get into our base?" After a few minutes of not responding(prob due to being spooked) the man decided to fetch someone else to talk to them,opening the door,Scout comes in tumbling down and freezes "geez Scout,couldn't you wait a few seconds of not ease-dropping?" "Sorry spy,but I couldn't help myself,since we neeeveeer saw another unknown and fresh person since like.. forever!" Scout tells as he brushed his pants.Spy sigh's and looks to the person "Alright scout,if you zhink you can handle them all by yourself,why zont you 'babysit' them while I go fetch some cigarettes" spy says calmly but with bit of a firm voice "For sure I can! What? Ya think I can't look after a person without failing? Ha! We'll see about that!" Scout says pridefully and rushes over to the person.Spy grumbles and exits the room to alert the rest of the team (and also getting a new cigarettes.(•̩̩̩̩＿•̩̩̩̩)) Meanwhile Y/N was so focused at ease dropping their conversation and daydreaming a little,they did not notice scout rushing over to them until he places his hand on their shoulder.Geting goosebumped,Scout removes his hand and waves his hands in surrenduing motion "geez,sorry! Did not know ya where at your 'clearing state'! I'm scout! The one and onlyyy!" Scout excitedly introduces himself while talking more and more to Y/N,which,they can't help but listen since they have nothing else but 'hopefully' wait for 'spy' to gather more people later.
Also a drawing I did few weeks ago that helped me not to get cringed by my ugly writings
But now that I looked at my drawings,I got the double the amount of cringeness now💔
I've been listening to Engineer's voice lines lately and I'm gonna be honest yall. I don't think I've been writing him southern enough. in fact, I thought my writing for him was so hamfistedly southern that the final product was toned down. I cannot believe I've done my own people dirty 😔
anyway im gonna make him more horrifically southern in my writing hehe
hii midala How are you I hope you’re good health How’s Engineer x Reader fanfic writing I hope This writing doesn’t get you tired❤️🙏
Hello Sheeran <3
I'm okay, a bit tired and my brain is all over the place - but it could be worse. I haven't really started yet, but I'm outlining what to write. I'm thinking about making a mini-fic out of it, you know, like maybe have it be 3 chapters or something cause your pregnancy wishes won't fit into one chapter. And that means having three multichapter fics going on, oh God - I became important at my job (Writing for Prometheus and niche characters)
I'll hope you guys will be happy with it once I've written this <3
Hi hi it’s me again!! Is it ok if I can request engineer crushing on or daring fem!reader who’s like mercy from overwatch? Please and thank you ( ˘ ³˘)
Engineer x Fem!Mercy reader!
Masterlist’
Welcome back! I’m so flattered you wanna request again!! You gave me my biggest request on here lol so thank you!!
Also so honestly I know next to nothing about overwatch so I’ve got a veeery surface level understanding of her so this will be very short!
• it was refreshing to see a very calm force on the team!
•he thinks that’s why he fell for you in the first place , how you were just so kind and such a determined person?
• you’re so angelic to him, of course ignoring your whole vibe just the way you conduct yourself has him goving you the nickname of his angel
• I can see yous clashing over his….odd practices. Like the look of horror you have him when he confessed that he chopped off his own arm
• when you come practically swooping in on the battlefield to help everyone he’s reminded why he’s so down bad for you again too
"That being said, I think you could successfully piss him off enough to go harder on you. Careful what you wish for though, you might not walk straight for a while after"
Can I piss him off please I need Engie to go extra hard on me for once. He definitely needs that🙏🙏🙏
Oughhh you an me both
Also waow this kind of got away from me but behold! The long awaited engie fic!! It might be a little poo poo because I wrote 90% of it either on the toilet or at 1am but yk what I don’t care!! You get what you pay for
NSFW warning 😏
Also tags/tws: gn!reader, spanking, sort of rough sex, general brat behaviour, proper aftercare included :)
Practical Antagonism
“Whatcha working on?”
Engineer sighed.
“Same thing I’ve been working on the last three times you asked sweet pea.”
“You could be working on something else…” you said coyly, circling around his workbench. You knew full well how frustrated he was. Something just wasn’t working and he was plenty annoyed before you even showed up. You figured he could use a break and maybe blow off some steam, but he would never just agree to that. You were going to have to… convince him, shall we say.
“I’m sure I don’t know what game you’re trying to play but I am not in the mood.” He said, the sound of his patience waning audible in his voice, like a guitar string tuned too tight.
“Oh I think you are in the mood…” you said, hopping up on his bench and kicking your feet playfully. “In the mood to take out all this tension on something, that is.” You began tracing patterns in the sawdust on the bench’s surface, feigning idleness.
“I do not-“ he paused. “-want to do that to you.” He hadn’t taken his eyes off his work the whole time. “That’s not what *that* is for.”
“Sure it is! C’mon, it’ll be fun! And you can go back to your work after with a clear mind!”
“Nuh uh. Not happening.”
“Orrrr I could just sit here… and keep talking… maybe I’ll find some other ways to entertain myself…” You said, unable to hide a grin. You grabbed a small wrench and began tapping it on the table, making up little rhythms as you went. You swear you could see a vein in his forehead pulse.
“Go right ahead.” He said, trying to subtly take a deep breath. “Won’t bother me none.” He smiled the fakest smile you’ve ever seen.
“Ooo-kayyy! If you say so!” You said, grabbing a second wrench and pretending to play a drum set. “It’s really cute that you think you’re gonna win this.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said through gritted teeth.
“Hey Engie, how many-“ you squinted at the wrench in your hand, reading the numbers on the side. “-10 millimetre size wrenches could one theoretically, plausibly fit up their ass? Lengthwise of course.”
Engineer finally looked up from his work.
“Darlin’. Sugar. Light of my life. Would you come over here for a minute?” He asked, looking on the verge of insanity.
“Why certainly.” You said with a grin, knowing you had won. You walked over to him as he carefully pushed his project to the side. The second you were within reach, his hand shot out and grabbed you by the shirt, yanking you down towards his work bench. Your hands instinctively went out to catch yourself but Engie stopped you before you hit the table, then pushed you onto it with a hand on your upper back, and used his other hand to yank at the waistband of your pants.
“This is what you wanted isn’t it? Wanted me to “take out my frustration” huh? You oughta be careful what you wish for.”
You opened your mouth to speak but before you could get any words out you were silenced by a swift slap to your now bare ass, thankfully with his flesh hand and not the gunslinger. You looked back at him with a grin, which just made him more frustrated.
“Stop enjoying this so much!” He said, clearly resisting the urge to stomp his feet. Instead, he slapped your ass again, harder this time. You tried to stifle a moan but it slipped out anyways (mostly because you weren’t *really* trying). Engie seemed to get an idea.
“Say… I wonder how many times I can hit the same spot before you stop looking so smug.”
Uh oh.
It took about ten slaps to the exact same spot before you started to question how good of an idea this had been. Curse that engineers meticulous nature, he really did make sure to hit right where there was already a handprint. All five fingers lined up perfectly, every time. It was awful. It was awesome. You felt very lucky he wasn’t making you count them. At this point you could barely make noise anymore, and just whimpered slightly with every strike.
“Aw, got nothing to say anymore?” Engie said, pausing his assault to peer around your severely reddened ass to look at your face. You looked pretty fucked out for someone who hadn’t even been fucked yet. Even though you couldn’t muster words anymore, you managed to respond with a raised middle finger. He really should have tied your hands down.
“Right.” He said, smiling despite himself. He pressed the gunslinger to the red handprint, the cold metal soothing the inflamed area. You groaned openly.
“Well, I think if I do any more you’re gonna start losing some hide, so I say we try something else.” He said, tactfully reaching into a nearby drawer for a bottle of lube.
“Oh thank god.” You thought to yourself. You’d been painfully horny this whole time and the lack of any positive stimulation had been almost as excruciating as the spanking.
The first finger inside felt like heaven, and it was quickly joined by a second. He worked you open quickly and you were almost too blissed out to hear him shucking off his overalls, but then his fingers were gone and before you could offer up any complaints, they were replaced by his cock. He eased in slowly at first, unable to fully get rid of his gentlemanly nature. Or maybe he was just savouring it. Either way, it didn’t last long before he was plowing into you at a much more vigorous pace, his hips slapping against your poor abused ass cheeks. The contrast between that pain and the pleasure of being fucked was beautiful. Engineer was saying something. You were barely listening. Something about you being really goddamn annoying and hoping you’re happy right now. Oh you were definitely happy. His grip on your hips was nearly bruising and you could tell by the way his fingers twitched and squeezed your flesh that he was getting close. Come to think of it, you were too. You hoped he wasn’t angry enough to not let you cum. Luckily, those darn manners were too hard to suppress. He leaned in close to your ear and started murmuring in that devastatingly sexy way he knew would wreck you.
“Aw you gettin’ close sugar? You know, it sure would improve my mood if I got to feel you cumming around my cock. Could you do that for me?”
That was all it took. Something about him asking nicely for you to cum for him always worked. He was very soon to follow, feeling you clenching and twitching around him was just too much. He folded over, laying on top of you and staying inside while you both just breathed for a minute.
“Engie you’re crushing me.”
“Oh shoot, sorry darlin.” He peeled himself away from your back and pulled out, wincing when he saw the still clear handprint on your ass.
“Hold on, you stay put a second.” He kicked off his overalls which had been around his ankles the whole time and walked over to the first aid kit he kept on the wall for situations such as these. He grabbed some arnica cream from inside, as well as a clean rag that he ran under some cold water before returning. You watched him bustle around with your head propped up on your arm, still a little dazed. He returned promptly, and any daze you felt was evaporated when he pressed the cold rag to your ass. After the initial shock of cold, it felt very soothing and you could feel yourself starting to melt into the workbench you were still laying on. After a minute or two, he pulled the rag away and began applying the cream. You could hear him mumbling something about being sorry as he rubbed it in a gently as he could.
“Hey, stop apologizing, I asked for this!” You said, standing up and turning around to face him.
“I know, I know.” He said, unable to meet your gaze. “I still feel bad though. I didn’t go too far did I?”
“You know I would’ve told you if I didn’t like something. I mean, I was obviously egging you on the whole time.” You gently brought him in to a hug and rested your forehead against his. “I’m fine, I promise.”
“Well, if you promise…” He said, his smile starting to return. “You were right you know. It did feel good to get the anger out instead of stewin’ in it like I was.”
“Oh I’m sorry, what was that?” You said, lifting a finger to your ear. “Was that *you* saying that I was right about something? I don’t believe this.”
“Well then don’t believe it, cus I ain’t saying it again.” Engie chuckled. You laughed with him and pressed kisses to his forehead.
“Ok, let’s get you away from this damn workbench. I kinda want a snack. Maybe a hot chocolate…” You mused.
“That sounds like a mighty fine idea. Maybe I should put some pants on for that.” Engie said, looking around in an exaggerated fashion for his pants.
“Oh shit, me too.” You said, suddenly remembering that you had no idea where engie had discarded yours.
May I request more yandere engineer pretty please!! I love how you write him and I feel like it's super duper accurate! I feel like he's so good at manipulating and gaslighting reader! Like he won't harm you, but he'll definitely make you lose your mind in doubting yourself but it's okay.. He'll be there for when you breakdown :3
Decided to write a oneshot for this, thanks for the request!! I'm glad my yandere engie feels accurate :3 I had a lot of fun writing this!!!
Vision BLU and Blurry, Falling Angels in a Flurry
[ID: three pictures, the first is a photo is of random blueprints, the second is of an edited photo of Engineer from the Team Fortress 2 comics, the third is of tools hanging on a wall. /.End ID]
BLU Yandere Engie x RED gn reader
Oneshot
Engie tries to change your mind on not eating while in his captivity. He just wants you to know how much he loves and cares for you. Even if it meant taking away his love momentarily to show you.
Warnings: Refusal to eat (reader), typical yandere activity, emotional manipulation, kidnapping, time loss, emotional breakdown (reader), unhealthy relationship, forced romantic relationship, begging & pleading, isolation, slight Stockholm Syndrome
word count: 1,846
Every day you woke up in this small room, listening to the sounds of your captor — or as he calls himself; your boyfriend – working away with loud clangs of metal you grew a little closer to losing yourself. Your thoughts continue to scramble the longer you're kept in here.
When was the last time you saw sunlight? Was it that fateful day where the BLU Engineer gave in and kidnapped you? No, no, he let you into his workshop which had windows a little bit ago during the daytime. You couldn't tell how many days or even weeks had passed since he last let you out of your room and into the workshop. He purposefully kept all time telling objects away from you, ignoring you when you asked what time it was or what was the current date.
The blanket you had wrapped around you was soft, keeping you from shivering. Despite living out in the middle of the badlands of New Mexico, the BLU managed to keep your room at a chilly temperature, turning down the thermostat consistently and always keeping it below 70°F. You had heard some time before your kidnapping that cooler temperatures can keep people and animals placated. It seems he knew this too and decided to try it out on you. You'd be lying if you said it didn't work.
Right now the thing you missed most was the New Mexico sun beating down on your skin, the sounds of explosions and gun fire right around the corner as you took out another person from the BLU team. If you sit still and close your eyes for long enough you can retreat into your head and pretend you're on the battlefield right now, taking off the limbs of the BLU Engineer currently sitting outside your door.
Your stomach grumbles loudly. The food the BLU Engineer had given you this morning was still sitting by the door, untouched. You were refusing to eat for some semblance of control over what happened in your life. It felt better than going along with whatever he said, you had tried to follow all his requests to get him to let you out before. Now knowing after all this time that that wasn't going to happen no matter what you did. No one was coming for you. No one was going to save you. Your captor would never let you go.
A rough southern accent pulled you out of your momentary spiral. "You alright in there sugar bee?" The BLU Engineer knocked on the metal door, a gentle sound compared to his previous working noises.
You refused to answer his question. Staying silent seemed like a much better option. If he actually wanted an answer out of you he'd have to force it. Not that he would, you had learned he rather hated physically hurting you. Even minor bruises left from his rough hands when he carried you off the battlefield for the first and last time caused apologies to spill from his mouth for days.
BLU Engineer sighed and leaned onto the door. "It's been a while since I gave you your breakfast, you eaten any of it?"
His question was again met with silence as you stared holes into the metal door separating the two of you.
"You mind if I come in there and make sure you're eatin'? Wouldn't want ya t'starve under my watch." His voice is soft, careful, like he's walking on eggshells around you. All things considered he probably is. Last time he let you out of your room you screamed at the top of your lungs in hope of someone hearing you.
You still don't respond to him, draping the blanket over your face in the hopes that if he comes in you can ignore his presence.
As if on cue the BLU Engineer opens the door to your room, shutting it behind him as he takes a few steps in. You were sitting in the far corner, surrounded and covered by your blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals, all of which the man before you had gifted. If he hadn't already known your tendency to hide in the blankets he would've thought you'd have escaped, you passed as a very convincing pile of comfort.
The tray he had given you earlier stood untouched next to the door, exactly where he had left it. Not even your favorite parts of the sandwich had been picked at. A deep, frustrated sigh escaped him.
"Y'gotta eat, sugar bee. It's been two days since you've eaten anythin' substantial, you'll get sick if you keep this up." He sat down right in front of you, tray in his lap.
Finally you spoke up, a weak, "No," came from under the blanket, just barely loud enough for the BLU to hear in your completely silent room. All he did was sigh.
"I'm just tryin' t'take care of y-"
"You kidnapped me and locked me in this room."
BLU Engineer was silenced following your snap at him. You didn't dare try to take a peak past your blankets at his face. You knew he was upset. Though mostly you'd just see the face of a disappointed dad staring back at you rather than that of someone wanting to kill you.
"I was saving you from the gruesome fightin' out there. You're too precious t'be in a war over nothin' good like this." You had heard him say things like this so many times. Over and over he'd tell you he was saving you, that he was protecting you from the outside world. That he actually loved you.
Some days you found yourself believing him. You had never been treated so nicely, so gently, like you were porcelain. Near constant gifts berated you, things you had wanted your entire life, things that made your life comfortable, kept you from being bored while in this room. Occasionally you did feel grateful, when your bones ached from the tiredness the ability to sleep in no matter the day felt nice. But after so much time spent in isolation anyone would start to feel resentment.
"I'm too precious to be locked up in this room," Your muffled voice sounds from under the soft material, still hiding you away from the BLU team member. Today felt like a good day to test how far his pacifism would stretch for you. "Still you keep me here with no sense of time, little to no sunlight, and no interaction with anyone but you." Words scathing on your tongue as you spoke. It felt good. Nice even. Finally getting something back at him.
Pulling the covers off of your head you scowl at him. "None of this was to protect me. It was for you. For you to feel ownership over me. To feel like you secured me. To make sure no one else stole me from you."
He stared at you, blankly. Deep in his eyes you could see his frustration growing just a bit. How much patience could he possibly fucking have? Unlucky you, he seemed to hold strong against your read of him and he stayed silent.
"Don't act like you're some fucking hero for kidnapping me. Don't act like you saved me when all you did was trap me in a gilded bird cage." The longer you ranted the more angry you got, boiling over in a mess of insults and antagonizing. He deserved every second of it.
When you finally stopped to get a hold of your breathing the BLU Engineer stuffed a piece of the sandwich he had made for you into your mouth.
"Eat. Y'got a long while ahead'a ya, sugar bee."
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Over the course of the next few days the Texan completely ignored you, save for the extremely small meals he would bring you at irregular times. He wouldn't speak a word to you, not even look at you. All he did was open the door, place the tray of food there that usually consisted of something small like a granola bar, then close the door again.
You don't know how much time passed. Even when he opened the door he had seemed to block out the windows in his workshop, leaving no sunlight nor moonlight filtering in. No clock ticking. No watch on your wrist or his. Food brought at seemingly random times. It was worse than it was before.
It felt like forever since you had someone talk to you. Since Engie talked to you. Not even a note or a drawing, a scrap of interaction was left for you. No more gifts. No more comfort food. No more movie nights and no more time in his workshop, soaking in the ability to see outside.
You started to have panic attacks when you woke up from sleep. Another day. Or maybe it was night? You were never sure if you were sleeping during the day or the night anymore.
At some point you just couldn't take it anymore. You leaned up against the metal door separating you and the Texan, sitting and still draped in your blankets. It almost felt like he had turned the temperature down even more, but it was hard to tell.
"Engie please. I'm sorry I didn't mean it," Your voice cracked from not using it as you pleaded with him. Even with your voice so small you knew he could hear it. You knew he was in his workshop, yet no sounds of the typical projects he worked on played.
More words tumbled from your mouth, near meaningless apologies and prayers in hope he'll finally say something to you. A few stray tears slid down your cheeks unwillingly. You didn't want to cry. "Please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, I miss you," The only thing that cut you off was the sound of the handle to the door you were leaning on shifting.
You scrambled away from it, still fearful that Engie might do something to harm you. His face looked sad, like he hadn't gotten good rest in a while. While the eyebags were always a permanent fixture when he didn't have his goggles on, something about them now made them look worse. Was this because of you?
Slowly he crouched down in front of you like he was trying to coax a stray cat near him, you could hear a few pops from his knees as he did. In a hushed voice he talked, "It's okay, sugar bee. You didn't know, it's okay. I forgive you," His reassurances continued as he set a gentle hand on your shoulder, opening the other arm for a hug.
You took the opportunity with all your touch starved self, letting him wrap around you like a second blanket, warm and comforting. Maybe this would be okay. You were wrong before but Engie said it didn't matter anymore.
The Texan wiped away some of your tears before setting a kiss on the top of your head. "I love you, sugar bee."
Can I request (maybe a oneshot or drabble?) yan!engie x a shy or introverted GN reader?
They befriended engie because he seemed friendlier than most and they were interested in his work, but they felt like something was off about him and kept their distance.
They didn’t know that he was stalking them, but once they figured it out, they made a botched escape attempt :(
HIIII this in conjunction with the other engie oneshot I'm writing, woof. /positive I love writing obsessive fictional characters :3
also the title is a lyric taken from Escape by Destroy Boys!!
I Don’t Want to Be Here in This House No More
[ID: three pictures, the first is a photo is of random blueprints, the second is of an edited photo of Engineer from the Team Fortress 2 comics, the third is of tools hanging on a wall. /.End ID]
Yandere Engie x gn reader
drabble
Word count: 493
Warnings: yandere activities, canon typical violence, injury, obsession, mentions of stalking via cameras. Read at ur own risk type stuff as per usual with yandere characters
You should've taken your gut feeling more seriously. You should've gotten away from Engie much, much sooner than this.
Out of all the mercs you weren't expecting him of all people to be obsessing over you, yet you had known. You could feel it from the first time you met him that something was off, you just ignored it. You had always been a shy person, it wasn't a new development that your anxiety could make you feel like someone was bad even if they weren't.
Right back to the present. You had to stay in the moment if you wanted to survive this.
Currently you were running down the ever-winding hallways of the base you've lived in for the past few months. Just a few minutes ago you walked in on your Engineer, Dell, watching video tape of your room taken from what you could only assume was the metal flowers he had given you as a sort of home warming gift.
You looked back over your shoulder to see Engie casually strolling into the long stretching hallway you were running down. He stared at you for a moment before setting down his tool box.
It didn't matter what he was doing. Just keep running. Don't stop running. Maybe if you're lucky you could find Sniper and have get you the fuck out of here.
Even as the sounds of metal hitting metal could be heard over the roaring of your heart you didn't stop. The exit door was just about in reach, if you could just push yourself a little–
A gunshot rings out loud. Right into the back of your knee. You stumble to the ground as your leg gives out from under you, sending you falling forward with all your left over momentum.
A thud.
Footsteps creeping closer,
and closer,
and closer,
until they stop right beside your head, laying on the ground, your limbs splayed out from your attempt to catch your fall. The voice above you is sickly sweet, almost cooing at you as if you were an animal or lost child. It sets your nerves on edge.
"Looks like you just learned escapin' me is gonna be harder than it seems, sugar bee. I promise I won't hurt you any more, I just needed t'make sure you didn't go tellin' anyone else about all that camera stuff." With a huff he lugs your dead weight off of the ground, you're almost surprised he can pick you up with how limp you are in his arms. Any ounce of wonder is overwhelmed by coursing fear, consuming every thought and motion. You make a slight whimpering noise at the pain that radiates from your knee when Engie lifts you up.
"Besides, I'll be here t'take care of y'now. No need for all that unwilling socializing with the team or stumbled over sentences. Just you an' me." He presses a kiss to your forehead. "I'm all that you need."
Hi may I request some yandere! engie headcanons with a GN! reader? I’d prefer if the reader was introverted or socially awkward, but less specific reader HCs would be fine :3
I decided to take this as a more general approach on how engie would be as a yandere :3 I have thought about this man as a yandere so fucking much, I wrote a lot down lol I have many more ideas so if people want to request more yandere engie stuff feel free!!!
Yandere Engie
[ID: three pictures, the first is a photo is of random blueprints, the second is of an edited photo of Engineer from the Team Fortress 2 comics, the third is of tools hanging on a wall. /.End ID]
Yandere Engie x gn reader
Warnings/tags: Yandere activity (duh), mentions of murder, kidnapping, manipulation, unhealthy romantic relationships, mentions of the comics canon and slight spoilers for the 7th comic, canon typical violence
hcs :3
- Engie somewhat knows what he's doing is wrong. He knows his feelings towards you are twisted in a way people don't usually experience. That's not to say he doesn't do anything with his obsession, nor does he press away his feelings. He's not a delusional yandere but also not a repressed one.
- I think he is the type of yandere to hide it pretty well. He's a smart man and he comes from the south, he knows how to pretend to be nice and sweet when need be; it's like second nature to him. Not to mention he rarely, if ever, mentions the facts he learns about you through stalking. He very very carefully regulates his image around you and even to others who could talk about him to you. The only people who would know he's a murderer outside of his job as a mercenary are six feet under.
- On that topic I do think he would kill someone because of his obsession with you. The most likely reason for him to do this would be if a person hurt you deeply, but he may kill because of jealousy. I just don't see him doing a lot of jealousy kills in the long run. He's the revenge type. He holds grudges.
- Like I mentioned before he would stalk you, primarily via his contraptions and machines. He'll gift you something (or several somethings) that happened to have a very well hidden camera in it. Those cameras will be checked frequently as well as taped so he can look back on the film he has. This allows him to satisfy his itch to know everything about you while not directly asking a lot of questions (which can make him look nosy and rude, he has an act to keep up around you, yknow).
- Depending on your relation to TF Industries (team member, opposite team, civilian) he'll kidnap you at various times. One consistency is he never seems to be romantically attracted or interested in you until he kidnaps you.
- And he promises to be nice and sweet to you even though he kidnapped you! He's still a southern gentleman even if he wants to crawl into your ribcage and live there forever kiss you!
- If you're a merc on the same team as him he'll probably wait longer than most to kidnap you, possibly even until after y'all get fired by Gray Mann, because after you get for-real-this-time fired he's free from the scrutiny of your other team members as well as the Administrator and Ms. Pauling. He'll most likely keep you locked in a room at TF Industries headquarters where he helps out with the Administrator. He can use the fact that he's the only one who can make updates to the life extension machine as leverage to keep you locked up but also close by to him.
- If you're a merc on the opposite team he'll kidnap you about a year or two into the Gravel Wars. He'll make it look like a glitch with the respawn machine, you just died and never came back. This will lead to the Administrator and Pauling replacing you and therefore never looking for you. It's always possible with the weapons all of them are given that there wasn't a body left so it's not extremely suspicious. He keeps you locked up in a separate room branching off of his workshop which he doesn't let anyone in. He keeps a couple of his sentry guns sitting in front of the door to your room, set to non-leathally shoot you if you try to escape.
- If you're not a merc at all he'll probably kidnap you fairly quick, 3-5 months after meeting you, just enough time to figure out what you like and your outside connections. If this happens during the Gravel Wars or Robot Wars he'll keep you in a similar situation as if you were a part of the opposing team, but if it happens during his time with the Administrator he keeps you locked up at TF Industries. If you're a civilian with no ties to TF Industries you also have the chance of gaining his obsession after the comics canon, where he would keep you in his Texas home. Feel lucky you don't have to deal with all of the chaos that came with his past job if that's the case.
- When you do get kidnapped you'll at least be comfortable, he used all the info he got from his cameras to make sure you'd have everything you need or want in your secluded area he's locked you in. He buys you multitudes of blankets and pillows, makes sure you have the food you like, anything to make you feel like this is where you're supposed to be.
- Occasionally uses your comfort against you. "Sugar bee, why would y'want t'be out there where the world is so tough on you when y'got everythin' you need right here with me?" He makes sure it is known he will take care of you and never let anyone hurt you, whether or not you were a merc before your life as the object of his obsession.
- Like I said before he'll only start showing his romantic attraction to you after he kidnaps you. This mostly just starts out with sweet pet names and cheek kisses, leading to him assuming you'll be comfortable and reciprocate cuddles and hugs and kisses and the like.
- During the first stages after kidnapping you he won't let you lift a finger. Food is made by him, dishes are cleaned by him, etc. Eventually he expects you to keep up a bit of the house work, depending on when you got kidnapped and where he's currently holding you.
- He wouldn't be the kind to try and break you into loving him back per se, but if you give in to his romantic advances and let him take care of you he wouldn't complain of course. He'll try to persuade you into giving in one way or another if you don't reciprocate/submit within a year after him kidnapping you, nothing too violent, just slight hints slowly devolving into full-on manipulation.
- Out of all the situations being a civilian who met Engie after the comics canon (AKA after the Administrator dies and Pauling dumps the remaining Austrailum) and therefore being kidnapped after he stops working for the Administrator is going to lead to the most normal situation for you. He still works for Ms. Pauling but he spends most of his time at home with you. While you're still kidnapped his house in Texas provides a more stable and regular place to call your prison. He's also more likely to let you outside the house on outings with him, possibly even without him provided he had a tracker implanted in you (without your knowledge of course).
- And out of all of the mercs you'd be lucky to end up in the hands of Engie. No matter what you do he refuses to hurt you, at least with his own hands. If need be he'll let his sentries fire a couple bullets into your legs but that's about as far as he'll go in the way of causing you harm. Most of the other nine mercs are much more sadistic than him, something he occasionally brings up.
- All in all you've got yourself a sweet, albeit manipulative, new boyfriend. He is your boyfriend. You don't get a say in that matter. But hey, look on the brightside, you won't live a day without getting what you want! Besides your freedom of course, you're allowed anything but your freedom.
Hope this was okay!! if you want more specific headcanons you can send in another request :3
