TF2 x Reader: When Two Worlds Meet

Chapter 22

(Third Person P.O.V.)

     Exiting the bedroom, Sniper started to think deeply about (Y/N). Getting lost in his daydreams, he imagined how it would be like if he got to continue his moment with her, without any interruptions from that loud Soldier, of course.

     "Holy dooley...lil' roo always makes moi heart flutter. She's such a beaut'." He smiled to himself as he remembered his kiss with (Y/N). "Ah...Oi really want to make her moine, stroke her soft hair, and cuddle her in moi arms all day. If only that rocket-hoppin' simpleton didn't ruin it for me, Oi would be enjoyin' some more toime with her by now."

     Sighing at that dreamy thought of (Y/N), the Aussie took off his aviators before heading downstairs. Just as he showed up, the rest of the mercenaries turned their heads to see him.

     "Ah you're finally here, pardner." Engie smiled. "How's honeybee?"

     "Sheila's doin' alroight." Sniper joined his teammates and took a seat next to Medic. "She's takin' a rest for now."

     "That's good." The Texan turned to the rest of the men. "Everyone. Now that Sniper is here, we can finally begin the meeting."

     To start it off, Engie unrolled his blueprints and laid them all out on the table for his teammates to see. Sketched on them were well-detailed floor plans of the house, covering every single room on both first and second levels. On one of them, an "X" symbol was labeled on a certain area, which represented (Y/N)'s bedroom. In addition to that, Engie took out nine figurine versions of themselves, the same toys that Pyro found from the mall the other day, and neatly placed them on the table.

     "First things first, Ah'm thinkin' about installing security cameras all over." The emerald-eyed Texan tapped on various areas of the layout with his pen.

     "But how, Engie?" The Bostonian questioned. "You already mentioned that we don't have access to metal supply crates for building sentries and other stuff."

     "Yes, but Ah never mentioned buildin' anythin'." The hardhatted mercenary corrected. "We can simply ask honeybee for help on where to buy them."

     As Scout nodded in agreement, Engie picked up a couple of figurines and placed them on the front porch area.

     "Soldier and Heavy, you two will guard outside the house."

     "Seriously, Engie?" The gruff American looked at him. "Why can't I just be the one who gets to protect Cupcake's room?"

     "We need at least two strong men to defend around (Y/N)'s home, just in case either Cameron or his assistant might show up." The Texan explained. "Besides, if Ah had metal components with me and built sentries outta them, Ah wouldn't assign ya two to that position." 

     "Well then." Soldier understood Engie's point.

     "Speaking of leetle (Y/N)," the Russian rubbed his chin, "who will be bodyguard for her whenever she needs to go out?"

     "I will!"

     The rest of the mercenaries raised their hands at the same time, hoping to earn that role. But then again, they glared daggers at each other, brandishing their weapons as if they were up for a war against one another.

     "Mein gott!" Medic exclaimed in an angry tone. "I don't think zhat all of you are suitable enough to be her bodyguard. In fact, since I am a doctor, I can heal meine kleine Taube if she gets hurt by zhat dummkopf!"

     "Aww come on!" Scout complained. "Why not give someone like me a chance to be around sweet cheeks?"

     "Zhat's because (Y/N) needs a MAN!" Spy retorted. "Not some whiny kid like you!"

     "Hey! Why don't I become (Y/N)'s bodyguard?" Pyro already had his gas mask removed. "I mean, I can easily scare off her ex with my flamethrower!"

     "Not a good idea, ya filthy arsonist!" Sniper jumped in. "Why would lil' roo need a bloody whack job like you?!"

     This petty argument eventually drove the mercenaries, minus the Texan, into a frenzy of rage; instead of coming up with useful ideas in their meeting, they brought up unnecessary fistfights here and there, knocking over stuff everywhere. Seeing that the conference was getting nowhere, Engie got very irritated that he suddenly slammed his heavy toolbox onto the table, gaining all the attention from his fellow teammates.

     "Dagnnabit damnit damnit! Ya fellas keep fightin' and fightin', tryin' to see who gets to be close to honeybee!" The annoyed Texan gave them a disappointed look as he stood up from his chair. "And speakin' of honeybee, Ah'm headin' upstairs to check on her. As for the rest of ya, clean up the mess ya made! Just to remind y'all that (Y/N)'s father will be home tonight! Meeting's adjourned!"

     With that being said, Engie stomped up the stairs, infuriated by the brawl that his friends had caused. As the sound of the Texan's footsteps faded away, the mercenaries gave each other glances.

     "You clean up the mess!" They shouted to each other in unison.

~~~A few minutes later~~~

     As he finally arrived at the door, Engie took a deep breath, feeling much calmer from the incident that occurred earlier.

     "Ah just couldn't believe that we were unable to achieve anythin' in the meeting." He gently removed his black goggles, giving his green eyes a break from them. "But for now, Ah wanna see mah sweet doll."

     Twisting the doorknob, Engie quietly entered the room, taking a few steps in until he gazed upon his sleeping beauty. Smiling softly, he walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed, watching (Y/N) napping peacefully. Observing her chest heaving slowly, the Texan took off his work glove and stroked her (H/C) hair, feeling its soft, silky texture.

     "Gosh darn." He thought to himself. "Who ever knew that (Y/N) can be this beautiful? Even in bed?"

     After a while, Engie placed his goggles and hardhat aside, climbing onto the bed to lie next to the girl. Wrapping his arm around her sleeping form, he buried his head in (Y/N)'s neck, catching a whiff of a sweet peony scent that lingered on her skin. Before falling asleep, he felt something off until he examined her back, only to discover that her dress was unzipped all the way down. This made his cheeks develop a deep shade of red, for he could see a bit of the girl's lace bra inside; but however, he suddenly remembered the Aussie being the last person to be with her before him.

     "Sniper..." The Texan frowned. "Where are your manners?"

     Just to avoid disturbing (Y/N) from her sleep, Engie placed his fingers on the zipper, slowly pulling it back up so that her bare back was completely covered. Smiling contentedly, he caressed the girl's soft cheeks before moving his face closer to hers.

     "Ah love ya, mah sweet pea."

     After those words came out of his mouth, the Texan gently pressed his lips onto (Y/N)'s, making the kiss last for a while before pulling away for air. Within a few seconds, Engie pulled her body into his warm embrace, stroking her hair once more before closing his forest green eyes to rest.