Oneshots, imagines, and ideas, oh my! *discontinued*

Engineer

Engineer Imagine (Team fortress two)

Request for rissiejune

Y/C = Your class

I went somewhat humerus (get it?) with this one, forgive me if it's short.

Warnings: mini violence, assssss

Engineer Imagine

You grinned and walked, arm slung over Spy's shoulder. You had just won the fight. Scout walked on your other side, and smacked your back harshly, but in good fun. "Real glad to have a (y/c) like you on my side, Y/N." You shrugged, pretending to be humble. "Glad to have such a good scout." He chuckled and walked away, and you and Spy went further into the complex. You were close friends, and often found yourselves working closely on the front lines.

"Y/N!" A southern drawl alerted you to the presence of your somewhat-boyfriend, the engineer. You smiled lopsidedly at him and turned with Spy to greet him. "Hey! We did it!" He eyed your arm and the other man suspiciously, but smiled back at you. "Good job out there, darlin'." You laughed euphorically, basking in the post-battle high, unaware of the glares Spy was sharing with him. Finally, he kind of leaned back on a wall and stared at Spy. "So, I've been designing something for your room, Y/N."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. A scanner lock that neutralizes threats."
"Threats? Threats like what?"
"Like girlfriend nabbin' Frenchmen." He said, testily

"OH KAY." You retracted your arm from your friend. "That's not-"
"It would be best if it kept out as well, say, nosy inbred brick haulers, yes?" You gasped, eyes wide, and punched him in the face. He hit the wall and was immediately knocked out. "Don't beat up unconscious men." You warned him, and he sighed, pulling you close to him. "In my wildest dreams I can't imagine why you'd choose to be friends with him."
"Well...I mean, he's an ass, but he's alright."

"Better seeing as he's normal?"

"Normal? What makes him any more normal than you?" He flexed the fingers of his gloved hand and you softened. "Oh. Well, in my opinion, that makes you better than him." You started walking and he followed you, confused. "Seriously, Y/N? What in the world-"
"Well yeah, I mean, it's pretty cool. Dangerous. Hot." You wiggled your brows at the last word, and he sighed, slinging his arm around your shoulders.

"I swear, the pretty ones always get me in ways I never expect."
"Pretty ones?" He shot you a crest-ad-grin, teeth sparkling for a fraction of a second. "Beautiful ones." You flushed and continued walking with him. "Oh and I was serious about that room lock."

"Dude-" He cut you off with a light ass-grab. "Yup?"
"Nothing." You choked, red as a curtain that is also red. "Go ahead." He chuckled and helped you walk, basically dragging you, since you were still frozen from shock.