Tf2 ONE-SHOTS...Idk

Engie! x Female!Reader!

Key
Y/N: your name
L/N: last name
H/C: hair color
H/L: hair length
E/C: eye color
S/C: skin color
F/C: favorite color
F/D/C: favorite dark color

blah, blah, blah, ya know the rest.

"Yo, yo, yo! What's up readers? Da almighty, best merc here, Scout! Get ready cause Lissy here's gonna-"
"Scout! Give my phone back! And quit calling me 'Lissy'!"
"Alright alright! Sheesh!"
*gives phone back*
"Alright,*glares at Scout* and on with the show."
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Y/N POV
*sigh*
'I'm.. so.. BOOOORRRED!'
I thought to myself as I hung my head off the side of my bed.
It was ceasefire for the (RED/ BLU) Team and of course, ALL the other guys had something to do.
Scout's.. being Scout.
Heavy's probably cleaning Sasha.
Soldier's in the training area.
Lanky Legs- I mean Sniper's in his camper van.
The Spooky Baguette is in his smoking room.
Demo's.. who knows where.
Medic is in the infirmary... overworking, as always.
And the Firebug's probably in his room... burning the pile of paper he asked for, dang it

And that leaves one merc.

The one merc that I have grown to love

The Engineer.

I smiled and closed my (E/C) eyes.
*sigh*
'He's so cute.. his southern accent, his cute hardhat and goggles, his manners, his smile, the little nicknames he gives me...He's just so..Perfect'

"Uggghh, that's just it," I groaned and ran my hands through my (H/L, H/C) hair.

"He's everything.. and I'm just... me."

I looked around my room, all upside down

My side table, cluttered with... I don't even know

My calendar, loosely taped to the wall

My fan, not working as usual

A certain little green 'dog' stuffed toy with its black, floppy ears, it's big eyes staring off into space and its straight mouth with its tongue sticking out

Underneath my dresser..

Note to self: Clean under dresser

I looked at the time from my watch

Only. 12:24. in. the. afternoon.

"Sigh," I verbally say.

I closed my eyes and relished the silence.

*knock knock*

'Uggghhhhh'

"Who is it?" I grumbled.

"Um, hey darlin'. Ah' was wonderin' if ya'd like to go to a cafe in town. Ah' mean, if ya'd like to. Not gonna force you."
I heard an all too familiar Western accent from the other side of the door.

My eyes shot open and I slipped off my bed with a painful thud, landing head first and flipping forward.

"You okay in there, darlin'?" Engie asked, concerned.

I got upright and rubbed my head.

"Just fine, be right out!"

I called towards the door and quickly shuffled to my private bathroom, (courteously installed by the mercs for my 'feminine privacy').

I looked in the mirror and brushed a few strands of hair down with my hands

I turned the faucet on, cupped a hand full of water and washed my face

I reached out for my towel and... it wasn't there.

'Guh, where is it?!'

I blindly shuffled around, feeling for my towel, knocking my brush, lotion and a few other things off the sink counter.