#or just tap the gif tbh that seems to solve the issue for me

[stackedbirds]

forgot I could post my own stuff here rip

have a bird-thing

[talesfromlissom]

Hello hello! Can I ask for prompt 1 “Hey, so…we have a problem..?” “Let me guess. You caused it?” with Moira if you write for her? Thank you!

Fandom: Overwatch

Rating: T

Characters: Moira, Sigma (Mentioned)

TW: None. Mainly just crack tbh

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Everything was going smoothly..

Was something you would’ve said if you didn’t fall through the roof of the medical bay and freak out a ton of patients.

The pipes that you were fixing were still leaking. Even more so because you had grabbed onto one to stop yourself from falling, but ended up taking half the pipe with you. Sigma just so happened to be in said medical bay, and was now freaking out.

The door also wouldn’t open, and the doctors seemed too tired to do anything about it.

Oh yeah.

And most of the stuff in the room was floating. Including yourself, which was becoming increasingly obnoxious as you were trying to fix the door. You pressed the buttons on the door again, and found that it opened slightly, before shutting again, and blaring red at you.

You curse, tapping a few buttons on the com link connected to your sleeve, automatically dialing your fiance.

“Hey so…we have a problem.” You whisper, sheepishly, wincing as a tool hits a doctor square in the face.

“Let me guess…you caused it?” Her voice replies after a few moments of silence.

“Well, no…not technically,” You reply, ignoring the soft chuckle that comes from her. “I think it might’ve been a scheduling issue. I normally wouldn’t have tried to fix something like this if there were people in the room below me, especially so I don’t…freak anybody out.”

You yelp as you are dropped onto the floor, and look up, barely able to dodge your tool kit that tumbles to the ground just as you do. You turn to see Sigma, apologizing profusely to everyone. The doctors don’t reply, and neither do you.

“Well, one problem is solved.” You reply. “But…can you get an engineer over here? I think the door needs to be fixed on the other side.”

Moira sighs, muttering something, before you hear the creaking of a chair and the swish of a door opening.

“I sincerely hope this doesn’t stop us from our dinner tonight. I’ve been planning it for months.” She says quietly, before barking orders at someone in the background.

“Yeah. Same here, I’ve been looking forward to it.” You pause. “But if I get carbon monoxide poisoning then we’ll just have to settle for hospital food.”

Moria scoffs. “I’d rather have that not happen, dear.”

You laugh softly. “I know. I’d rather not have that happen either.”