#(i got whiplash from how fast I had to pick the reins back up before someone got hurt hhh)

[siphisket]

It’s been a little while since I’ve posted about Banesbrook, so I wanna provide a brief update for the lovely folks who have shown interest in our little game.

First of all, Banesbrook is still happening! Since it’s an un-funded hobby project, timelines are a bit tricky to nail down, but all of the art, music, dialogue, and everything are prepped and ready for the Level 1 Demo, and even quite a bit beyond that!

The only thing that’s kept us from publishing the demo for nearly a year now is coding. We’ve hit a ton of road bumps along the way, ranging from irl scheduling conflicts to full-scale data loss, and even a legal scare when a former team member's age came to light. That last obstacle is the latest, and unfortunately, it means that for the second time, we’ll to have to start over the coding from scratch. While this will put us significantly behind schedule, it's important to us that we do not violate child labor law (especially while working on a game containing themes of childhood mistreatment).

Due to irl complications from before this issue came to light, I’ve had to indefinitely step away from the administrative duties involved in running a dev team, but despite everything, our coders have remained dedicated to rebuilding the demo so it doesn’t get fully shelved. It will be very slow going, but it’s going!

And some other good news! Since before we started working together, one of our coders has been working on his own game called Roswell’s Journey, and while I’ve wanted to keep Banesbrook in hobby territory, he went and started his own indie game studio called BitRate Games! Roswell’s Journey is currently in pre-alpha, and folks, this game looks so cool, I seriously can’t wait!

If you’re looking for an upcoming indie game to sink your teeth into, check it out here! (Or wishlist it on Steam!)

TL;DR — Banesbrook will be on the back burner for a while, but one of our amazing coders has an upcoming indie game coming soon, so keep an eye out for Roswell’s Journey!

[musings-of-a-college-dork]

A Bumpy Ride…

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Word count: roughly 4.8K

After a Halloween Party has gone awry, Eddie needs some private time with his girlfriend...but where to go…

Warnings: NSFW (minors do not interact), mentions of a prior fight, terms of endearment (good girl, angel, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, etc), unprotected sex (wrap it y’all), aftercare included (so important y’all), squirting, subspace though not explicitly stated, oral (f receiving), fluffy sex for the most part! 

Author’s note: Sooooo there was a post I saw a while ago from @dearramiel saying that they needed feral Eddie the first time his girlfriend lets him hit it raw so…and turns out I had already written that for a longer fic…so here it is! And it’s in the van no less! Enjoy!

It had been a long night. What was supposed to be a fun Halloween party at Gareth’s house had turned into a brawl when Jason and the rest of the jocks dared to show their stupid smug faces. While the Corroded Coffin members had managed to push the jocks out of the house, Y/N had taken the time to check in with everyone else and got the party back into full swing right as Eddie’s head popped around the corner. She had just finished carrying a friend of hers to a nearby chair after they had too much, handing them off to Robin who was doing her best to have a good night. 

“Do you need to lean on someone now?” Eddie asked as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

“I should be asking you that,” Y/N said as she turned back to him, “Jason got you in the side pretty hard huh?” 

“You’re giving him too much credit”, Eddie lifted his shirt and Y/N observed the budding bruise that was growing on the surface area on his lower abdomen. “Holy shit,” he got a closer look and poked it. “OWW FUCK” he moaned.

“Here,” Y/N said as she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the skin, “That better?”  Eddie said no words. No think. He just looked at her. And made some indiscernible sound that went like “Garethasgusroom.” 

“What?” Y/N giggled as she stood back up, allowing her hands to rest on his chest. 

“I think I need some first aid,” he sighed, resting his hands on her neck, while stroking the base of her head. 

“Well then…” She smiled, “Why don’t we get out of here? Everyone is so caught up, I doubt they’ll notice.”

“People will absolutely notice that you’re gone,” he whispered. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her down the stairs “but they’ll manage” he went back to running, flinging open the front door.  

“Real subtle, Munson,” She teased as she shut the door behind them, careful as to not further damage Gareth’s house. 

“You’re not fast enough”, he scooped her up and began sprinting to his vehicle, which was supposed to be sexy, but ended up giving Y/N a little whiplash. 

“Eddie, if you need me that bad we shouldn’t have stayed long enough for Jason to have his hissy fit,” she teased as they arrived at the car, Y/N glad to be on the ground again as she held the side of the van for support while she found her feet. 

“You are so powerful,” he blurted. “Like seriously. I was kinda scared. But… I kinda liked it. I like how protective you are. You remind me of me,” he opened the back door and offered her a hand inside. “But you don’t have to be so strong all the time.” 

Y/N melted at that sentiment and he watched as her eyes went wide. It was a state he noticed she got into every once in a while, usually when she was feeling overwhelmed, needing him to take the reins and hold on tight.  

“I don’t?” she asked, her tone going high, taking a step closer. 

“Nope,” Eddie popped that ‘p’.  He could watch as she looked for words before taking his hand instead, the final nail in the coffin that allowed him to take over. With that he picked her up and helped her into the back of the van, climbing in after. He made sure to shut the doors behind him and when he looked back at her she was gazing up at him like he had hung the moon and stars. A while ago, he had opted to make the back of the van comfy - pillows and blankets around. The guys had asked and he said it was since they were traveling more for the band, he wanted them to be comfy…but they all knew that was far from the truth.

Eddie was reminded of the real reason as he watched Y/N’s fingers dig into the blanket she was laying on top of, a soft sigh coming from her as Eddie leaned in. Her hands instantly went to his shirt and she went to pull him in for a kiss only for him to tut and reach one hand over, his other lifting her head to rest a pillow underneath it. 

“You comfy, sweetheart?” He asked, his hand coming down to rub circles over where he could feel her hip bone. She let out an affirmative hum and it was like the stress began to melt off of her, making him smile. “You wanna let me take care of you tonight, Y/N?” She nodded and whispered out a soft “yes,” making him smile as he leaned in to kiss her. 

“Are you sure this is what you want right now?” He asked genuinely as he paused, thinking over the events of the night, “we can also just go home or stay here and cuddle-“

“No,” she shook her head and turned his face to look at her, “I really want this. Need to…need to not think for a while. Just want to be with you.” Eddie melted as he saw the trust and sincerity in her eyes. This wasn’t the first time she’d had a day in which she really needed to forget it all in a way only he could provide. 

“You’re so sweet when you get like this,” Eddie said softly, his voice genuine, as he kissed her and pulled away only to speak, “You’re so strong baby, so damn strong. When you let me see you like this, uh,” he let out a groan as he ground into her, allowing her to feel how hard he was through his jeans, “You get me like this all the time but when you let go and just let me make you feel good, take care of you,” he ran out of words and just kissed her until he felt her give a little tug to his shirt, causing him to pull back, “You ok, Y/N?” He brought his one hand up to caress her face as he looked down at her with concern, “Was that too much?”  

“No,” she shook her head quickly, her eyes blown wide as she still held onto him, “I…I trust you so much,” She confessed, “That’s…that’s why I think…I feel safe to not be so strong…with you…if that’s ok?” Eddie positioned himself over her so that their noses were grazing. 

“Y/N, you make me strong. If I get to be the person you lean on, I’d consider it the highest honor because I love you and nothing else can-”, he stopped. “ I. I. Love. You” Y/N felt her heart skip a beat as he said it, the words he had confessed to her he didn’t think he had the power to say to anyone ever. She had accepted it then, and it really was fine, she didn’t mind it since he showed her every day…but to hear him say it. She instantly tangled her hands in his hair and pulled him down to her, needing to feel every inch of him. 

“Again,” She asked as she pulled away to kiss down his neck. 

“I love you” he breathed. She held him so tight as if this was all that mattered in the world and honestly, it was. He was. 

“Again,” she begged, this time adding on a soft, “Please.” Her tone was so shaky he could have sworn she was close to tears as she sucked marks into his neck, needing him to be hers in every way. 

“I love you”, he ran his hands down her back gripping her so tight as he buried his head into her neck.

“I love you too,” She told him, “So much. Fuck, I just…I love you.” She had held those words in for so long. Since she had told him she loved him and he had expressed he wasn’t able to say those words yet, she hadn’t said them since, trying hard to follow his lead and show him instead of telling him. She wanted so badly for him to be happy, safe, and comfortable with her. He deserved it. And she wanted to give him everything he wanted, everything she had to give. And to say them again, and to hear them, that was everything. 

He pulled his head from her neck and looked down at her again, the sheer adoration in his eyes every time he looked at her something she hoped he’d never lose. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, a message for only her.

“So are you,” she replied, earning a smile from him. She felt his hands slide up her skirt and grip the elastic band of her underwear. He pulled it back so it popped onto her skin with enough force to make her let out a little gasp as he chuckled at her, her returning it with a soft giggle of her own as he buried his face into her neck once more and pressed a kiss there.  

“What color is it tonight?” he smiled into her neck. “Tell me before I see it”.

“Black,” she confessed, “Wanted it to match your jacket.” 

“God you’re such a fucking good girl”, he groaned as he slid his hands into the waistband, ever so slightly tracing over her but never getting near where she needed him most, “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” She let out a soft whine making him chuckle as he traced his fingers over her slit, “You want me here? Is that it?”  

“Yes,” She said, her voice breathless as she gripped his hair even tighter, “Want you-need you,” she corrected as she held him so tightly. “Please, Eddie.”

“Fuck,” he swore as he felt how wet she was despite everything that had happened tonight, “I need you too, baby.” He ran his fingers over her slit a couple times collecting the wetness there before bringing them out, admiring them in the light. He looked down at her, the girl completely blissed out underneath him as he held the fingers up to her. “Suck,” he commanded gently and she did, taking his fingers into her mouth and sucking on them without any hesitation. 

“Jesus, Y/N,” he swore as she whined, grinding up against him for any sort of friction. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, drawing a whimper from her as he did which he quickly stifled with a kiss to her lips. “Can I use my mouth on you baby? Would you like that?”

“Eddie, need you inside-”

“Baby,” he lectured as he moved down, and slowly ran his hands up and down her thighs reveling in the goosebumps in his wake, “You know you need to get ready for that-”

“But-”

“Ssh,” he said as he watched her eyes go glassy at how badly she just needed to forget it all and let him be in complete control, “I’ve got you.” She nodded with a soft whine as he finally pulled down her underwear, letting out a groan at the way she was revealed to him. “Been thinking about this all night,” he confessed as he blew on her, making her whole body shiver, her thighs spreading further apart for him. “Watching you dance with your friends. And then hearing you tell Jason the fuck off. God, wanted to take you right then and there. Didn’t fucking matter half the basketball team was there. Any of those fuckers would like the show.” He slipped a finger into her, watching as she let out a gasp, hands gripping onto anything she could, fingers he knew would soon be tugging at his hair like they always were when she got like this. “Thought about this, putting my fingers in you, having you a little mess for me. And only for me.” She let out a moan as he put another one in, and began to move them inside of her. 

“Shit, you always sound so pretty. My pretty girl,” he purred as he leaned down and began to press kisses to her neck.

“Eddie please-”

“What do you want, angel?” He asked softly as he began to suck hickeys into her neck, one in the exact spot he knew she liked behind her ear. 

“Please fuck me,” she begged, voice so shakey and he knew she was gone, putty in his hands in a way that promised the sweet relief she always needed. 

“Anything for you,” he said as he nodded. He brought his lips down to her clit and kissed there first, gently just to get her used to it, using his free hand to hold her hips in place causing her to sigh out in contentment as he felt her give more of herself over to him. 

“There you go,” he cooed in adoration, “let it all out, baby. I’ve got you.” Y/N’s voice got even higher in pitch as he began to really focus his efforts, his fingers moving inside of her coupled with his mouth moving against her. He knew what she liked at this point, taking his time to not only learn every intricacy of her body but also of her mind when she got like this. Before long, he could tell that she was on the edge, her fingers pulling harder in his hair as she squirmed despite his best efforts to keep her still. 

“Wow, already? You really that pent up for me sweetheart?” He asked only to receive a high-pitched hum. He chuckled and the sound coupled with the vibrations and the way he pressed a third finger into her had her teetering off the edge. The last thing it took to get her there was simple. 

“Let go for me,” he commanded, and she did, with a soft cry, her eyes squeezing shut as she held him impossibly close, needing him. He made sure not to waste a drop, licking her clean and when he came up, he was shocked to find how quickly she sat up to kiss him. He pulled away ever so slightly and she chased his lips until he quickly put a finger to them.

“Is this what you want, baby? You want me inside of you?” He asked gently. She nodded and clutched his shirt. 

“Please Eddie, please. Need you inside so bad,” She confessed, getting so whimpery for him when she got this pent up. 

“Your wish is my command, darling,” he said as he kissed her while her hands wasted no time undoing his jeans and pulling him out. 

“Oh fuck,” he swore as she stroked him gently. He was already hard as a rock when she took him out, pre leaking from his tip as he shuddered on top of her. “Please, just like that.” She laid back down and Eddie was on top of her once more as she stroked him and began to line him up.

“Y/N, wait.” She did, instantly, her eyes going wide as she looked up at him to make sure he was alright. His eyes were wide but his tone soft as he smiled at her, reminding her gently, “I need to put on a-”

“I’m on birth control,” Y/N said quietly. Eddie’s eyes went even wider as he processed exactly what she was saying to him, his reaction of shock and surprise making her continue on, “And…I know you’re clean…and I am too…so…if you want…”

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked, his hands coming to hold her cheeks and scan her eyes for any sign of hesitation at all, “You’re sure?” 

“Yes,” She nodded, “Need you. Need all of you.” 

“Fuck,” he swore again as he braced himself, his hands pressed so hard into the floor of the van, “If you’re sure-”

“I am if you are,” She double-checked with him. He nodded, a soft smile on his lips before he came down and kissed her so softly, slowly beginning to inch himself into her. 

It was a very different feeling, one that was new for both as he slid into her, taking pauses as their moans and pants mixed together. 

“Holy shit,” he swore having to pause half way through from the way she was squeezing down on him, “you’re so fucking tight,” he chuckled, causing her to gasp which in turn had her clenching around him making it worse. He cringed in pleasure, hissing as he brought his hand down to draw soft slow circles on her clit, “Gonna need you to relax for me, sweetheart or I won’t last long.” Y/N kissing on his neck to distract herself from the burning stretch wasn’t helping him to keep from blowing right then and there. He tried to allow his mind to wander elsewhere as he had in the past when he had been too close too fast with other people but this time, all he could think about was her. 

After a couple of more moments, he felt her buck her hips, a clear indication that she wanted more of him, all of him. 

“Please,” she begged as she wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him, red lips swollen from the way he had been kissing her. “All of it.” He nodded and complied, pressing the rest of the way into her with a hiss, hands worming their way under his shirt to dig her nails into his back.

“Holy-”

“Fuck-

“Oh my god,” he groaned as he pressed his lips to hers, anything to tell her how good he felt at this moment. He kissed her so passionately, her whimpering underneath him fueling him as he pulled out ever so slightly as a test, both moaning into each other’s mouths. 

“Still want another minute?” He asked as he pulled away, trying his best to maintain his last thread of sanity to check in with her, resisting the urge to fuck her into next week. “I can-”

“Please move,” she begged, her one hand tangled in his hair as the other ran scratches down his back, “Need it so badly, please Eddie, please!” And just like that, his last shred of sanity snapped. He pulled all the way out and then filled her again in one fatal swoop drawing a shriek from her before he pressed his hand over her mouth. 

“Remember, baby,” he said as he stilled inside her for only a moment, “If you’re a good girl for me like you’re being right now, I always give you exactly what you want. I’m going to right now, but if you don’t want everyone here at this party to know, keep being good and try to stay quiet for me, ‘kay?” She nodded and he removed his hand, smiling before he pressed a kiss to her forehead as the hand that was over her mouth trailed down to her neck and without really squeezing, just found home though drawing a whine from her at the feeling of the cool metal rings against the warmth of her throat. The whine was a quiet one as she tried her best to comply with his commands. He knew in times like this that was the only thing she aspired to do. 

“There’s my girl.” He didn’t even give Y/N a moment to breathe before he was back to his brutal pace. Her legs came to wrap around his waist, her nails leaving the most delicious burning string on his back as she clawed at him. She could feel him, every ridge and veins as he continued to fuck her into the next week. And she, oh god, he thought as he took for her all she was worth, she felt like velvet. He couldn’t get past the sound of him fucking in her, the wetness of it all. She was always a perfect fit for him but right now she was squeezing him like a vice - so damn tight he knew he wouldn’t last long. He watched her face contort as she tried her best to keep her moans quiet.

“So good,” he praised her, drawing even more of a moan, “My good fucking girl,” he punctuated each word with an especially rough thrust, feeling her clench so tight around him, the moans falling from her mouth his own version of heaven.

“Shit baby,” he swore, bringing the hand around her neck down to her clit despite her little protests, “I’ve got you. You’re ok.” Her eyes were glossy, makeup running as he continued to ruin her and the way she looked up at him had him pressing his lips to hers like he was poisoned and she was the cure. He felt the tears slip down her cheeks as she clenched down impossibly tight around him. 

“Go on, Y/N,” he whispered in her ear, “Let go.” And she did, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as he felt wetness gush from her, coating where they were connected. 

“Fuck,” he swore, unable to hold off his own end as she continued to grip him like a vice. “Shit Y/N I’m gonna-”

“It’s ok,” she managed, her breathing so heavy as she rode out her high, “Please-Eddie-”

“But I’m still-”

“Let go.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” he swore again as he couldn’t hold back any longer burying his head into her neck as he came inside of her, the girl gasping and holding him as he did. He continued to thrust shallowly, allowing them both to ride out their highs, before he heard her hiss in pain from the overstimulation and slowed, still inside of her. 

“Shit, Y/N,” he swore as he came up for air, taking in gulps, as much as he could, “I’m…I’m so sor-”

“S’its okay,” she reassured him, the hand in his hair playing with his curls as she pulled his face back into her neck, “Wanted you to. Felt right.” She pulled him away when he went quiet to see the guilt written on his face. She let out a soft sigh, smiling up at him, completely blissed out as she pressed a kiss to his lips. “It’s ok Eddie. Really.” 

“Okay,” he nodded, smiling and letting out a little sheepish chuckle, “I guess I should-”

“Please don’t pull out yet,” she asked softly, causing him to halt any motion to do so, “Just…stay like this with me for another moment…please?” He melted, rolling them both to the side so that she could nestle right into his chest. 

“Of course,” He nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “Always.” The pair lay in comfortable silence, just holding each other and being as close as they possibly could, intertwined in every way. God did it feel right. That was all Eddie could think as he held her so close to him, her head tucked into his chest as he kissed the top of her head.

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated, meaning it from the deepest part of his soul. 

“I love you too, Eddie,” came her soft reply. He beamed from ear to ear, holding her even tighter as she giggled, finally coming down all the way. 

“We should probably get cleaned up and head back, huh?” Y/N asked as she pulled away just enough so she could look up at him. 

“You just took me raw for the first time, squirted, let me finish inside of you, and now you want to go back to Gareth’s Halloween party?” Eddie asked, laughing in sheer disbelief. 

“Well when you put it like that,” Y/N teased as she too fell into a fit of giggles, becoming aware of how sore she was and the fact that he was still inside of her trying her best to keep him from slipping out, “But yeah we should at least say our goodbyes.” 

“Good thing I equipped the van for this very situation then,” he said as he pulled out of her with a little hiss, drawing a gasp from her. Eddie sat up as Y/N rolled onto her back and his eyes were instantly glued to her center, watching as their combined release dripped out of her.

“Holy shit,” He swore, his fingers moving to put some of it back in as it oozed out of her.

“Eddie!” She scolded with a gasp causing him to bring both of his hands up in defense.

“Sorry, sorry!” He said as his eyes reminded glued, his hand not covered in slick searching blindly for where he put the damn towels and wet wipes. “I- I just…”

“Eddie Munson I swear to God if you get hard again-” The pair both dissolved into giggles as he finally tore his eyes away, searching in earnest. 

“What Y/N L/N?” He teased as he finally found them and returned to her to clean her up with the utmost gentleness. “You gonna scold me? You might wanna watch out on that front since that could result in me getting hard too. Did you miss what I said about loving that you’re so damn sexy when you’re mad?”

“You said I was so damn sexy when I’m strong,” Y/N teased as he finished cleaning her up allowing her to sit up as he cleaned himself as well before tucking himself back into his boxers, “It’s when I’m angry now?”

“Why not both?” He asked, sticking his tongue out at her as he went to redo the zipper of his pants before laughing. “Damn, guess I should have taken these off all the way, huh?” Y/N looked down to find them covered in her release and went neon red, burying her head in her hands as he laughed. 

“Oh my god, Eddie I’m so sorry-”

“Hey, hey,” he said with a laugh as he moved around, looking for something else now, “I’ve known the risks since the first time we ever did anything, remember?” She went even redder the memory of the first time he fingered her. “I am…as always…fully prepared,” he pulled out a new pair of pants with an “ah ha” from somewhere in the van, “See! I’ll be good as new and as long as we fix up your hair and makeup, they’ll never know!”

“And what about your hair?” She asked as she reached for the little makeup case he kept in his glove box just for her. 

“My hair is always glorious,” he said with a beaming smile as she attempted to change pants, rather unsuccessfully, eyeing her ass as she was yet to pull down her skirt. “It just happens to look especially good after sex.”

“And mine doesn’t?” Y/N pouted as she turned to look back at him, having him debate round two with serious consideration before she turned away with a giggle. 

“Oh trust me, it does,” He replied as he pulled her by her hips to sit in his lap as she worked on her makeup, “But,” he began to press kisses down her neck causing her to squirm, “if you go out with messy hair, everyone will know and I thought our tactic was subtly. My hair is always a mess. It’s part of my charm.” Y/N giggled some more as he wrapped his arms around her waist and tucked his face into her neck with one final kiss before watching her apply her lipstick in her little hand mirror. 

“How do I look?” She asked after another minute, looking at him in the mirror.

“Absolutely beautiful,” he said, the sincerity in his voice melting her down to her core. He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek as she set the makeup case down in the back and pulled down her skirt at last as they got ready to depart.

“Well that’s good considering that you literally had me crying,” she chuckled as she made sure to wipe away the very last of the mascara on her cheek. 

“The only time I’ll ever make you cry,” Eddie said with conviction and a smile as he went to open the doors. “Ready, sweetheart?”

“Ready,” she replied. He smiled and opened them, looking to make sure no one was watching before offering her a hand out of the car. She giggled as he helped her out, quietly closing the doors behind them and sitting her on the edge of the van as he looked at her still carrying her shoes in his hands. 

“Here,” he said as he took them from her, “Allow me.” He kneeled down on one knee, shoe in hand, and began to slip them onto her feet, pressing soft kisses to both ankles as he did. She giggled and he smiled up at her. 

“You’re too good to me,” She said as he stood up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“You deserve nothing less,” he replied, giving her one more quick peck so as to not mess up her lipstick before taking both hands and pulling her to her feet. “Now come on,” he beamed as they began to walk back, “if we wait there a second longer, I promise you round two will be in order.” 

[chilliebean5]

Fictober Day 24: “You know this, you know this to be true.”

Rating: Teen and up

Fandom: Overwatch

Characters: Lúcio Correia dos Santos, Hana Song, Brigitte Lindholm, Genji Shimada, Reinhardt Wilhelm, Lena Oxton

Warnings: MekaMechanic, pre-Gencio--Lucio’s in love and pining hard!

Notes: I want to extend the biggest of thanks to not only @robo-cryptid for giving me the prompt to help with this one which left me stumped, but also @liquidlyrium and @midgetnazgul for spitballing, and @fightmemccree for the support <3

Words: 1454

"Titanic?"

"Boring," Hana sing-songs.

"The Sixth Sense?"

"No horror!" Brigitte yells.

A smile spreads on Lúcio's lips. "Jurassic Park." He looks at the both of them. "Can't go wrong with dinosaurs."

Hana's head whips around so fast, it's a miracle she doesn't end up with whiplash. "Yes! It's so good!"

"I guess," Genji replies offhandedly, picking at the bowl of popcorn, before looking at Brigitte. "Up to you."

"Well, I haven't seen it," Brigitte says, thoughtfully, before looking at Hana. "And you're sure it isn't scary?"

"No way! It's got dinosaurs. Please!" Hana pleads.

Brigitte smiles. "All right, then."

"Yes!" Hana exclaims, then looks at Lúcio. "Put it on!"

Lúcio nods, selecting the movie from Athena's database. They found the old folder containing movies grouped by the decade of their release, and are making their way from the earliest, where Jesse gets all his western movies from which they skipped because they have seen those movies enough for three lifetimes, right through to today's modern offerings. The 1990s, for whatever reason, is the one the most of them have seen movies from, making picking one a bit more of a task than normal, and making Jurassic Park the first movie they have watched so far where most of them have seen it, bending their rule of only watching movies no one has seen.

And honestly, Jurassic Park is just one of those movies everyone should see more than once in their life.

Lúcio starts the movie and settles into the couch beside Genji and grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl in Genji's lap. He notices Brigitte and Hana getting comfortable on the opposite couch, looking rather cosy under the blanket they're sharing, and he can't help but smile.

"Oh gosh!" Brigitte exclaims, covering her eyes with her hands, and when Lúcio looks at the TV, he just nods; it is the scene when the technician is pulled into the cage by the velociraptor.

"It's okay," Hana says, draping an arm over Brigitte's shoulders and pulling her in close. "It's not that bad." She looks at Lúcio, covers her mouth with her hand in an attempt to stifle her laughter.

"Some girlfriend she is," Genji murmurs.

"She's comforting her, it's cute." Lúcio's stomach flutters a little, as he looks from Genji back to the movie. Oh, how he wants that, someone to comfort, someone to cuddle up to—or someone to cuddle up to him. Genji, preferably, because Lúcio has a small crush on him. He's been thinking about making a move, asking Genji out over the last couple of weeks, but Lúcio's partly afraid of getting 'the talk' from Hanzo, and another small part of Lúcio is worried that he's misinterpreting the signals, considering Genji pretty much flirts with anything that moves.  

So he swallows that down, because he is not about to make a move in this room and face rejection in front of an audience, and focuses on the movie instead. As the movie goes on, everyone hums the theme song when it's played—and when Lúcio says everyone, he means everyone, with Lena, Jesse and Reinhardt popping their heads in at various points and humming along with it. Lena and Reinhardt stay, while Jesse excuses himself, two cups of hot cocoa he made in his hands.

Brigitte seems to be handling it okay so far, Lúcio guesses the initial shock of the opener set the mood, and aside from the odd jump scare, gasp, or quiet murmur to Hana, she seems to be enjoying it.

In fact, everyone is enjoying it.

That is, until that open-shirt scene with Jeff Goldblum comes on.

"Shit, he's hot," Hana says, earning her a giggle from Brigitte.

"Yeah, he kind of is," Brigitte replies, barely audible over the sound of the movie. "I'm glad he's okay though!"

"Okay, no," Genji says, somewhat disapproving, but with that little hint of amusement in his voice that Lúcio's picked up on when he shit-stirs. "Nobody was ever attracted to Jeff Goldblum, that's stupid!"

"Speak for yourself!" Reinhardt says, voice booming over the movie. "This scene is a classic moment in cinema history!"

"Yeah dude," Lúcio adds, looking at Genji, "he's hot."

"No, he isn't," Genji retorts immediately, looking at Lúcio.

Lúcio smirks; Genji's definitely committed to this. "He is."

"No!"

"You know this, you know this to be true!"

"Sorry Genji," Lena says, "you're wrong. Even I'm a little attracted to the man."

"Then you all have shit taste," Genji says, plucking popcorn from the bowl and tossing it at Lena. It lands on her lap, she picks it up, pops it in her mouth and winks.

Lúcio glances at Genji again, sees the little smirk on his lips that he tries to hide it behind his glass as he takes a sip, and Lúcio's mostly sure he was just having a go at them.

Everyone is quiet after that. Brigitte watches the entire kitchen scene through her fingers, Hana holding her close throughout the entire sequence, and she and claps when it's done.

"That was so good," Brigitte says, turning to face them. "When can we watch the rest of them?"

"If it weren't for the mission in the morning, I'd suggest the second one now," Lúcio sighs. "I know most of you are on it and you should probably sleep."

"That's a good point," Lena says, standing up and stretching her arms over her head. "We put on the next one, it'll finish at one a.m. and we have to be out first thing--seven a.m. sharp."

"And I'm sure I don't need to lecture you all on why you need a full night's sleep," Lúcio says, turning off the TV.

"No," Genji groans, standing up and holding the empty popcorn bowl. "We're expected to be back in three days, we can do part two the night we get back."

"Sounds like a plan," Brigitte says, standing up and helping Hana to stand. "Thanks for the movie, it was enjoyable and scary, but mostly enjoyable!"

"Any time," Lúcio replies. "Good night!"

"Thanks, Lúc," Lena says, yawning. "Sleep well."

"You too."

"Good night," Reinhardt says, patting both Genji and Lúcio on the shoulder.

"Night, Rein." Lúcio turns to Genji when they're alone in the room.

"Good movie choice," Genji murmurs, looking at the tablet. "And we'll have a whole heap of them to keep us entertained for the next couple of weeks."

"Sure will," Lúcio says, giving the room a quick once-over before following Genji out and turning off the lights. He helps Genji with the dishes, tries to muster up the courage to say something, anything to turn his thoughts into actual words, to tell Genji that he enjoys his company, that he wants to spend some time with him in a relaxed setting listening to music and cuddling and kissing... But he just can't.

"I'd love to stay up," Genji says, and Lúcio looks at him, startled, hoping he wasn't just ignoring him. "But I'm on that mission tomorrow morning too and I should sleep."

"I know," Lúcio breathes, mentally kicking himself for not saying anything. After the mission, he tells himself, he will talk to Genji after the mission. "Walk you to your room? It's on the way to mine."

Genji smiles, and Lúcio can't help but smile back. "Sure," he says, nodding.

They walk in silence, much to Lúcio's mild annoyance with himself, considering he is struggling to find anything to talk about. He thinks over the events of tonight, going over in his head what he would do differently. Maybe he'd take Genji's hand, lean into him a bit more, seeing if he would take the bait, talking about his beef with Jeff Goldblum—

"Hey, you were joking about the Goldblum scene, right?" Lúcio asks.

"You really wanna know the truth?" Genji replies, stopping, and Lúcio nods eagerly. He leans in, close to Lúcio's ear, and Lúcio holds his breath. "I had that picture from that scene in a notebook when I was a kid," he whispers, before pulling away, smirking.

Lúcio looks into Genji's eyes, breathless, drawn in to kiss him, but he comes to his senses, blinking back the stupor and swallowing the lump in his throat. "I knew you were joking."

"Seriously, find me someone who doesn't think he's hot," he says, looking at the door he's standing in front of. "Anyway, this is me."

"It is," Lúcio breathes.

Genji looks at him, his smile softening. "Well... Good night."

"'Night," Lúcio replies, taking a step, then another, and for every step he takes, he hates it more and more.

When Genji gets back, he will tell him how he feels. He promises himself that at the very least.