Tf2 x reader headcanons/oneshots

Forgotten (part 2, electric boogaloo)

OKAY OKAY I'M SORRY FOR NOT DOING PART 2 SOONER-
I haven't been able to gain enough motivation to do more than headcanons, and I feel like this deserves more than that so-

Oh also I feel like I'm not good at writing Engie I'm sorry 😭

But okay okay it's time bc yes angst babEEEE

Just know, you chose this.

(Y/n)'s PoV:
This is all my fault. Why am I such.... such a crybaby. Now he just.... pities me. I'm so stupid. Why did I do this? I didn't want to bother him. He was having so much fun with the others, and I ruined it.

It's all my fault.

Engineer's PoV:
"Hey, sweetheart? How are you holding up?"

No response. I feel a sinking feeling in my stomach. They're just sleeping.... right?

"(Y/n)? Are you okay? I just thought I heard scraping on the floor..."

Maybe it was just.... all in my head? I don't know anymore. I just.... I just I still feel like something's wrong.

The lack of sleep must be really getting to me now. I should really just..... wish them goodnight. After all, they must be more tired than me.

"Uhm... I don't know if you're asleep yet, but.... goodnight (Y/n). You deserve a long rest after all this happening."

"I love you...."

Hopefully I said that quieter so that no one could hear. (Y/n) doesn't need anymore stress..

(Y/n)'s PoV:
He loves me? He... HE LOVES ME!?!?!

No.... no I must have misheard him.

But.....I swear it was him....

He loves me.

He loves me.

He loves.... me.

He doesn't deserve this. I don't deserve him.

It's okay. It's okay. I can do this. I can do one last thing for him.

Engineer's PoV:
I tried to sleep but... with everything that's going on, the best I can do is to lie on my bed and look up at ceiling.

I still can't process everything that happened... I.... I can't believe I didn't know.

I feel sick to my stomach. I feel like I'm being choked.... strangled....

I hope they're resting.... I hope they're okay now.

(Y/n)'s PoV:
......

No one's PoV:
It was a new day when Dell woke up. He hoped, even prayed, that this also meant a new start for him and (Y/n). He had never even admitted it to himself before, but he really loved them. Obviously he planned to tell (Y/n), only just.... now didn't seem like the right time.

The few hours he got of sleep was not enough to prepare him for what was waiting behind that bedroom door.

"(Y/n)? I made some breakfast, if you feel like eating-!"

He knocked on the door. No response. Perhaps they were sleeping?

"Hey, are you still sleeping sweetheart? That's alright, I'll just leave the plate on your t-"

The plate shattered on the floor.

He couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe.

He fell to the ground, not taking his eyes off theirs.