#the junkrat comment i made before the game started

[fruitfulcreations]

You're Beautiful, You're Lovely (Lúcio x Chubby!Reader)

Summary: The reader has been dealing with self-doubts, especially regarding their weight. One day, while training alone, they accidentally hurt themselves. But never fear! Lúcio is just around the corner. Literally.

Word Count: 2239

A/N: Rewriting some of my old x reader fics. Requests are open!

Melodia = Portugese word for melody (If this is incorrect, let me know! Unfortunately I have to use Google Translate to translate any other languages so it's not always 100% correct.)

There were a lot of things you didn’t like in the world: violence, war, when people were rude to staff, to name a few. Another thing you couldn’t stand was your body.

In reality, you weren’t bad-looking by any standards, but you jiggled too much for your liking. And although no one on your team had ever made a comment about your weight, you feared they thought it.

As you stood in your room, shirt clutched to your chest as you admired your reflection, you couldn’t help the forlorn sigh that escaped. Would you ever get his attention?

Him, being the object of your affections since the day you met him. Lúcio had made you feel less nervous about suddenly being thrown into the organization. His personality was always a beacon of positivity, never seeming to let a situation dampen his spirits.

You two had become quick friends in no time. Eventually, however, you started to realize you wanted to be more than that.

“Who am I kidding?” You mumbled to yourself, shifting your body at different angles. As much as your dreams were plagued with sweet images of him holding you, calling you his, or even waking up next to him, that’s all it was. Hopeless dreaming. There was no way someone as amazing as Lúcio would look twice your way.

You sighed, half from low spirits, the other half from the early hours of the morning; it’d be some time before another soul was awake. It was more peaceful around the base in the morning like this; there was less shouting and people around.

You grabbed your carefully packed bag, making your day down to the training grounds. It wasn’t much, just a few weights scattered around a fenced-in plot of land, but it was something you all made do with.

Putting Lúcio off your mind was a lot harder than you’d thought it’d be.

Just when you would get into the zone, your mind would somehow ease back into the way his eyes would crinkle when he laughed or how he was always teasing D.Va; the two of them were close, closer than you were, and although you were never jealous of their friendship, you wished you looked an ounce as beautiful as she did or had her skill in video games—you always kind of sucked at them.

Maybe it was because of the handsome and friendly Brazilian man that you didn’t hear the fence creak as someone entered the training grounds—or because you didn’t pay much attention when you were in the zone—but you didn’t register the warm hand until it was too late.

You jumped high into the air, your hand letting go of the weapon you’d been training with. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, the weapon landed on your foot, causing you to yelp out in surprise and pain.

The pain hurt worse than getting struck with one of Junkrat’s bombs, effectively waking you up more than any coffee could. You hobbled backwards, yelping again when a pair of strong arms caught you.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Melodia*,” the voice tickled right by your ear, sounding urgent, “Don’t move.”

Of course it had to be Lúcio. Why wouldn’t it be anyone else? Your words died on your tongue. You could only gawk as you felt the man’s strong arms wrapped around your waist.

“Sorry,” the Brazilian man quickly apologized, as rushed as the movements of his hand. “I didn’t mean to curse—or to scare you. Are you alright? That looked like it hurt,” he said, already bending over to check your foot. His warm brown eyes met yours. “Can you move it? I didn’t expect to see anyone out here so early… I didn’t even bring my equipment,” he said. You finally noticed he was missing some of his equipment, mainly his sonic amplifier.

“Yeah.” You knew you were lying to yourself; even the smallest movement of your foot sent an uncomfortable jolt up your spine. Still, you gritted your teeth and tried to ignore the nagging and hissing voice in your ear.

He’s going to make fun of you, you know.

It was a thought, simple as that. It didn’t actually exist; it was only your mind and deepest insecurities attacking you. You shook away the invading thought, giving Lúcio a weak smile. “No,” you admitted. Your breath hitched as Lúcio’s hand brushed over your own. You pulled back your hand as though you may taint him. “You should go grab it!”

Lúcio smiled at you, shaking his head. “Afraid I can’t do that,” he said. Everything about him was so sincere—the way he leaned into you, not in a way that invaded your space, but as if he was letting you know he was there. You cherished the small touches like this. It was perfect. Well, at least it would be, if your foot wasn’t throbbing with pain. “Can’t leave my friend all alone. Can I, Melodia?”

Just like that, the perfect moment vanished. It was moments just like this that made you realize why you’d been falling for him. It wasn’t a mutual feeling—he thought of you as only a friend.

“You can go get it,” you mumbled, trying to shift out his arms as best as your injury would let you. You moved your arms back against your just, trying to seem natural and like his words hadn’t deeply affected you.

Was it because of how you looked? Is that why you didn’t stand a chance with him? Or maybe he and D.Va were more than just friends? There were no ill feelings towards either of them, just the nagging sensation of your heart breaking.

“Nope!” Lúcio cheerfully said, already looking for something to help with your foot. “It doesn’t look like it’s broken, but we’ll have Mercy get another look at it, okay?” He asked, propping your foot on his knee to check over on it. He wasn’t a doctor like Mercy was, but he liked helping you out, even if you sometimes disagreed you needed it.

“I’m okay,” you said, a little too forcefully for your liking. Lúcio’s face made you feel even worse than the pain had. “I’m okay, really,” you said, your tone softer than before. “It’s just a little bump, after all.” “Okay,” the man said, not once letting go of your foot. He continued to look over it, trying his best not to cause you more discomfort.

“Okay,” you replied, starting to feel a little self-conscious from the way he held you.

Neither of you spoke as he continued to look over your foot, and he never looked back up at you. Your teeth shifted over your lip anxiously. Should you say something? Did he hate you now?

“Hey,” his voice was low, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had fallen over you both. Your heart leapt in your chest, wondering if he was going to yell at you. “Why were you training this early, anyway?”

Well, at least he wasn’t going to yell at you. But your heart still fluttered in your chest, wondering what kind of excuse you could muster for training so hard.

“I wanted to get better,” you replied quickly. You shifted away from his touch, unable to look at him after the blatant half-truth you’d just told.

“What?” He sat up slightly. “Why?” His big, brown eyes, full of concern and confusion, met yours. “You’re already so amazing at what you do! I think you’re amazing at what you do!”

If it wasn’t for earlier, you’d blush again. How did his simple praise have such an effect on you? You played with your lip between your teeth. There wasn’t an easy way to tell Lúcio the truth—you weren’t happy with yourself; you were on the chubbier side, but it seemed no matter what kind of exercise you did, you couldn’t shed those pounds.

You didn’t want to get better for Lúcio; you wanted to gain some confidence in your abilities and yourself; you wanted to feel better about yourself. That’s all.

“Melodia?” He set down your leg as gingerly as possible, shifting so he could look at your face. “Look at me…” He said. It wasn’t an order, as much as it was a request. Your eyes slowly met his, only to look away again. “You can tell me anything, you know.” His hand slotted to your shoulder. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Even if you wanted to, it was so hard lying to the man. “I wanted to better myself,” you said, your voice barely over a whisper. “I’m too…” You were mortified to continue and instead motioned over yourself.

The man followed your hand, his brows furrowed as he tried to understand where you were coming from. “You’re kidding, right?” He cringed when he saw you flinch. “That was… that was not what I was trying to say,” he followed up, a nervous tiddle. “Look at you, Melodia!”

You raised your eyebrow, slightly surprised at the certain gusto Lúcio’s words had. It was like a fire had been lit under him.

Lúcio moved his hands in front of him, as if miming a curvy body. “You’re drop-dead gorgeous! I mean, anyone would be happy to have your body!” As soon as the words left his mouth, the Brazilian man’s face looked flustered. “I mean—anyone would love to have a body like yours!” His voice lowered as his eyes rose, looking abashed. “You’re beautiful.”

Your hands rested on your thighs, your fingers tightening around the fabric. “I don’t feel it,” you admitted. It felt silly, admitting such a little thing. To you, trying to feel enough was the hardest thing you’d ever do.

You hoped—you really did—that Lúcio actually did find you beautiful. It was the hope that made you smile. But as much as you hoped Lúcio found you beautiful, the demons telling you you were too much—too overweight, too unloveable, too you—was too much.

Lúcio’s eyes softened, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He moved closer, hand ghosting on your arm when you went to pull away from him. “Can I?” His brown eyes, filled with an emotion that made your heart sore, met yours.

Your mouth felt incredibly dry at his proximity, but you nodded, your heart skipping a beat as his hand cupped your chin and brought you closer to him.

“You’re beautiful, Melodia.” His fingers brushed the apples of your cheeks, sending a shiver up your spine. “Every inch of you is completely lovely,” he whispered, a warm breath fanning your face. You found yourself leaning into his touch, comforted by the feeling of him. “That’s why I love youuuuuu—” He trailed off, his voice an almost perfect imitation of the sirens when the payload closed in.

“What was that?” Your head slowly lifted, unsure if what you thought you heard was just hopeful thinking.

There was no way he actually meant what you thought he said, yeah? Maybe the pain was making you delirious.

He slowly pushed himself away in an embarrassed stupor. It was quite unlike the man; normally the roles were reversed. Lúcio seemed to be chasing after his own words.

Lúcio stuttered as he paced around, his arms moving in all directions. “I…” He wore a nervous grin, almost unbecoming of the healer. “I like you? Like…. A lot!” His shoulders didn’t stop moving as he juggled air, giving you a lovestruck smile. “I like you a lot.”

Maybe it was the rudeness of the confession or from the pain having disappeared, but you started laughing. You couldn’t help the peals of laughter that shook your chest, making you lean your head down against your legs. Each laugh felt like bliss. He liked you. He actually LIKED you!

“Uh…” Lúcio waved a hand in front of your face. “Earth to Melodia. You okay there? Did I break you?” He half-joked, his hand resting on his hip.

Wiping a stray tear from your eye, your laughter subsided. “I never knew you felt that way,” you confessed. You couldn’t help it. You were literally glowing with joy. “I never thought in a million years you’d feel the same way that I did.” It was Lúcio’s turn to laugh, his shoulders bouncing with each boisterous chuckle. “What are you talking about? I’ve been trying to flirt with you, Melodia!” He moved his hands. “Come on, all the long, stolen looks, talking to you… the music?”

Within seconds, the both of you were on the ground. He looked over at you, you looked over at him, and you burst out into another peal of laughter.

“Wait, are you serious? You were flirting?” You laughed between words, unable to believe the absurdity of the situation. This whole time, Lúcio had feelings for you? “Of course! I thought you were the most amazing person.” He rested on his elbow, warm brown eyes glancing over you. The corner of his lips quirked as he pushed your hair from your face. “I still do,” he whispered, his hand moving from your face to your shoulder until his arm was wrapped around you. “Really?” You whispered.

“Really,” he breathlessly responded, his lips centimeters from your own. “Come on, let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” The Brazilian man helped you up from the floor, letting him use him as a post as you both wandered through Overwatch’s doors, giggling like a couple of lovestruck idiots.

[the-bite-of-87-lol]

Had a dream ; Rant below cut ; boombox ow mentioned

Tw ; for guns mention and death

I don't remember the start too well, sometimes this happens or this part is reoccurring where we're in like Tumblr headquarters and there's this bunker area so we enter there but that's after a certain part!!

Part 1 ; Testing the eaters of the dream ( I call it ) I'm Echo, and there's talon, I don't remember this segment much, but we die in the end.

Part 2 ; Frogs and Rats

Lucio and Junkrat, they're running away from talon.

I like the idea that talon is after junkrat, and this dream expands on it to an unnecessary degree.

Talon is after junkrat, they need him and will not give him up, I'm not entirely sure about the setting, but it's Tumblr headquarters bunker at first, we go down the stairs (I'm myself then rat, I switch povs), when we go upstairs Talon appears, I don't remember in-between scenes very well, there was a lot of running with lucio, also Tumblr bunker had a corner between two couches with as bunch of stuffies there was a lot of going there for safety or something.

Part 3 ; Invasion

We run from talon, they're fucking adamant. There's in-between stuff I don't remember, but the place is all hallways, there's a lot of fighting, and null sector invasion, lots of heavy artillery deployed though, and another? Not entirely sure but another type of null sector was deployed, it had teeth, it was huge, ravenous, and it was dangerous. (For some reason rat didn't have any weapons on him in the dream btw) it chased us down, there were a lot of stealth segments !! I was also Tracer for these bits (idk why or how or where), she pretty much left after this bit, more heavy artillery deployed later.

Part 4 ; Hallways.

We run and end up in a dead end, there was a fight between reaper or Sombra (don't remember), Junkrat got knocked out at some point. (I'm myself for this section, I think), and Lucio is shot between the eyes. In this, there isn't exactly respawn. Anyways, Lucio gets a bullet between the eyes, and reaper leaves or something.

Junkrat wakes up from being knocked out, Lucio hasn't died yet, he sings a little too calm himself before the inevitable, he asks to be with Junkrat for his last moments, for some reason rat wakes up pissed off at him, and then music starts playing through the hallway, Lucio comments on it, rat doesn't move at first, hes kinda pissed (for some reason), lucio comments on the hallway again.

Part 5 ; Safety

I pull junkrat to the tumblr bunker thing via a shortcut

We went to the corner between the couches to hide, also my friend appeared for this last bit, and none of us really had a ride home or a way home?? I offer my friend to stay the night but they decline, understandably. Junk feels like shit, and Lucio is dead.

And that's pretty much how it ended

I'm not sure what the hallway thing was for or about, it ended when we hid in that corner again

Also I'm gonna talk about the first part

I was echo and talon (opposing team??) was after us, me and another talon group but was just mirrored to the opposing team (yknow like team v team in normal overwatch, except echo was added to my group), it ended with us dying because that null sector with the sharp teeth (metal pieces that'd rip you to shreds), I want to mention echo temporarily teleported to another dimension like in a video game before the actual shit started happening, we started in Hollywood set-esque and made our way to route 66 because echo (me) hid in one of the train cars, obv she was caught and ended up dying, but thats that part

Anyways that's all

[tonberry-yoda]

For the writer ask game:

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend? (on tumblr, AO3, Wattpad, FF.net seperatly or just all time favourite) (you can tell me more if you can't decide, I know how that feels 😅)

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

hi love <3

based on this post

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

oh god, you're making me think. i write so much fanfic this is so hard oh man. gimme a sec, i really gotta dig. okay. this one was a hard question actually. so, this was from an older fic of mine from the arcana. here's the link to that fic but there's a line at the bottom that Asra says:

“I thought you were to investigate him… not… investigate him!!”

It's a stupid innuendo but I thought it was funny.

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

I love getting comments where people say that they never read fics like this and also ones that say that i provided them with the fluff they needed. I remember before I got tumblr digging for fluffy fics was sometimes a journey, so i wanted to provide the fluff and getting comments that compliment me on that make me so happy omg i also got a hilarious reblog this morning of one of my Junkrat pieces and they said "Oh no, I think I have a crush. I dont think we can live laugh love out of this one folks" and it made me laugh really hard

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

I have this ridiculously long list of headcanons for Skeptic from mha. like this man gets 7 minutes of screen time and I made his whole backstory. In my head he has a twin sister. Cool ass parents. Went to college. I just have like a 20 year long list for him. Fav character unfortunately.

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?

I just answered these to, which you can read here but I failed to mention one of my fav fics which is this one and this one

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend? (on tumblr, AO3, Wattpad, FF.net seperatly or just all time favourite) (you can tell me more if you can't decide, I know how that feels 😅)

oh i have a list omfg. so if you dont mind, im gonna tag a few folks. @overwatchfics @auroravictorium @enforcermoss @some-piece @mvrtaiswriting @tender-rosiey @soupbabe @moonbeamwritings @meepmoopmaap @strawmariee @lovolee3 and uhhhhhhhh gosh, i think that's all. i have a lot of lovely writer friends on here, so i highly recommend all of them. I acutally started writing on here because of @some-piece @moonbeamwritings and @mvrtaiswriting fun fact lol. i love all of these talented people and really recommend checking out their writing. There's a little bit of every fandom around, so please check them out. im sending them all lots of love <3333

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

I really know how this feels. I am a writer full time. Like not even kidding. I am majoring in creative writing so I need to write ALL THE TIME. So I really know what burnout feels like. That and feeling insecure about writing. For me, if I really know that I need to keep writing, I pump out headcanons. They are easy and simple. Also matchups. But not everyone does those. When I get in a block I really let myself take the break I need. I will refresh my brain by doing something else. You don't want to hate writing, so just put it off for a little bit. You never want something fun to feel like a chore. If you feel burnt out, get some food, drink some water. That's why I'm always telling others to stay hydrated. It is a super important part of my routine and really should be in yours too. lol. Sometimes you can't control your feelings either, so let them come and go. If you feel insecure, just stop comparing and definitely stop writing for a little bit. I hope it helps, it's really hard to explain lol, but overall, just make sure to never overwhelm yourself, keep it soft and simple :)

thanks for these! I loved these questions <3333

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I had a good day :)

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The ABSOLUTE CRAZIEST shit happened on my Sims 3 game last night, so i’m going to make a long list detailing the events in chronological order.

Also note, my Sims are both fictional characters and OCs living on this resort-type lot. The lot is custom built, and the main focal point of the story is the pool, which is located in the center of the lot. In hindsight, this all could have been avoided had i had more step-ladders and had never added a fence around the edges to prevent Sims from climbing out. Also, it probably didn’t help that i used a trick to merge the basement with the pool, a trick that proves itself to be very buggy. I’ll be referring to Sims by their first names, and i’m only tagging/including the ones that are relevant to the story.

- The household i’m controlling is 8 people, 2 older adults and 6 younger adults, 7 are related to one another. At the beginning of this story, they’re all pretty spread out and split up in the place.

-Alice, the oldest youngster, is the only one at the pool besides her father Jack. She jumps in via diving board.

- ^ Seeing this, Jack decides to enter the nearby bar to “express fear of swimming” to Mei, who is listening to a woman named Salotta play piano. Mei doesn’t seem to want to respond to Jack, or she’s too enthralled with the piano playing to pay attention. He sits and waits there for many, many minutes.

- Meanwhile, Alice(OC) is already out of the pool, which is now filled to the brim with other sims. I initially don’t see this as a problem because they’re still able to swim around and use the ladders. What i don’t realize is the ones who have to wait on others to climb out are the ones in danger.

- Jack finally gives up trying to tell Mei of the impending disaster and just turns to face the piano player and listen. Again, i figure since he’s no longer worried about the pool, that the trouble is over. How wrong i am.

- Seconds later, Hoang(OC) drowns. Everyone’s first reaction is to immediately try and leave the pool.

Then, after climbing out, Lucio makes his way onto the water slide and re-enters the pool Hoang just died in.

- A majority of them just never leave the pool, in fact they started having a fucking breath holding contest. BLU Scout and Candie(OC), nearby also holding a contest are Troy and Alice. The choices Sims make in the face of death truly astound me.

- At this point, Hoang appears to have been blipped from existence because there’s no ghost, no corpse, no urn or gravemarker, and no sign of the Grim Reaper coming to get his body. The only one who’s reacting to his death is Guthard(OC) because they shared a household. Guthard also happened to be present in the pool when Hoang died.

- Back in the bar, everyone is reacting to the drowning with symbols that suggest they want to try to find Hoang’s body in the pool but can’t. Everyone in the pool appears stuck, like they, too, are searching or they’re just in total shock.

- ^ Remember, Jack has the Hydrophobia trait. He has a fear of swimming, and knew something bad was going to happen with the pool. But, against his better judgement he is now IN that very pool, looking highly distressed but again, he put himself in there. Also, people are still having underwater contests cause that’s what you do when someone drowns. - Also, he just casually turns into Jesus because of course he does:

- ^ The Grim Reaper finally shows up to try to collect Hoang’s ghost. But there’s a problem. He, like others, is climbing into the pool to try to find the body, but it’s not there. So he spends a good few minutes climbing in and out of the pool from different floors, taking the nearby tube elevators as he does.

- Suddenly, ANOTHER person drowns, this time it’s Akande (Doomfist). Now, HIS death is really fucky for several reasons. Shortly after he drowns, EVERYONE that was in the pool suddenly ascends through the roof of the lot. The only remaining Sim is Ashe because she was taking the water slide.

- After some searching, i find everyone NOT on the roof, but on the bottom floor in the basement area. Outside of the pool somehow.

- Now Akande is wandering around, apparently trapped in physical form so he’s not going to be collected to go to the underworld anytime soon:

-He produces TWO, i repeat, TWO gravemarkers in his name. One of these, i’m assuming is Hoang’s and the name’s just a misprint by the game, but there’s another glitch going on that is absolutely hilarious. - Akande is technically a ghost according to the game, since he started phasing through walls and doing the floating animation. But at the same time, he doesn’t have the ghost texture, and he’s able to interact with the environment like he never died, with the added bonus that he can haunt things and people.

- ^ Angela, whom always has some form of interaction with him in previous playthroughs, decides to strike up a casual conversation with him now that he’s a permanent ghost resident. Gabriel (Reaper), who’d been absent this entire time, suddenly rushes to the scene and looks at Akande like “oh what the f***?” - And just like other playthroughs Akande makes a mean comment to Angela which she berates him for before leaving. Even while dead, he’s still an ass.

- ^ I check on the other members of the household to see how they’re handling the chaos, Hazel(OC) is just in the kitchen sharing a canned soup lunch with Jenny(OC) so i’d say this didn’t get to him too much. Also, Akande decides to get himself a ghost salad from the mini-fridge:

- After eating the salad he goes and grabs one of the soccer balls from the “item shop” i have set up on the lot. Then everyone walks in and grabs a ball for themselves, now they’re taking soccer lessons from Akande’s ghost

- Alice, for some reason, goes all the way to the opposite end of the lot to play soccer not with Akande, but with BLU Scout from earlier - Akande sees himself in one of the mirrors on the lot and thinks he looks pretty good as a ghost - Then he goes upstairs and haunts a telescope for a few minutes

- ^ This also happens - Third drowning death happens out of nowhere, and it’s Juelle(OC). This leads to a cascade effect and Jenny(OC) drowns around the same time, and despite me taking the time to actually delete some of the fence now that i’ve suspected it to be the problem, it doesn’t prevent the next several deaths from happening - Mei is the next one to drown. And Angela just. Decided to quicken the process:

Mercy said “No heals 4 U” - Junkrat and Roadhog end up dying together which idk whether to be happy or sad about that, either way they died a couple - Candie and Tyreen go down next, followed by Ashe and Salotta (The piano player from earlier) - Lucio dies right next to the fucking step-ladder like he was gonna climb out and then just gave up

Like seriously dude - Troy lasted a pretty damn long time in this cursed fucking pool, but then he drowns as well:

- Akande is still living as a fucking ghost btw, and he’s casually floating past the pool as all of this happens like “hm. interesting.” - The Grim Reaper, meanwhile, FINALLY gets around to sending ghosts into the underworld. Sometimes people walk by it, react to it like it’s a roadshow, and go about their business. Just some normal everyday shit, y’know? - When he finishes, Grim goes down to the laundry room and does laundry for everyone, only to leave a soggy pile of clothes on the floor in front of the washing machine.

- ^ He also goes upstairs and mops up a puddle someone made, i guess someone pissed themselves seeing him or the ghosts - Laughs while pointing at Gabriel (mad he took the moniker of Reaper i guess?) and then just poofs out-of-scene - Moira starting mourning Akande and Roadhog (Junkrat and Roadhog were part of the Talon household cause convenience) in the kitchen which makes Akande start ghost crying - At this point the population on this lot has been dramatically reduced, so it’s actually impossible to fill it up to the point of overcrowding. And it seems that everyone’s learned their lesson, and they never get in the pool ever again. They just walk past it on their way to the bar or something. Also, shockingly, no one from my active household ended up dying. - However, Kyle(OC) ended up frozen for a few minutes because he was going to mourn basically EVERYONE who ended up drowning and that filled his action queue too full. I had to cancel the actions so he could use the bathroom and get some sleep

- TLDR This story ultimately ends, entire households have been decimated, pets have lost their owners to a fucking pool, i can’t do anything with the gravemarkers even on my own community lot, no one wants to go swimming ever again in their lives, i think i now have PTSD

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[emile-hides]

YouWatch

This is a conversation topic that came up playing Overwatch last night; What if the Overwatch cast all has YouTube channels?

And while we voiced our opinions and debated to eachother, I feel the need to share all of my own takes as well.

Now, there’s 32 of these assholes so I’ll put it under the cut. Cause it’s long

Ana

Her channel is called “Grandma reacts”

Her viewers send her videos or shows to react to

She likes to have Jack, Gabe, Rein, and Torb on sometimes for some of the funnier videos

Hates daredevil compilations of people on high places with no safety gear

She swears at jump scares

Ashe

Daily vlogs

She calls her viewers part of the gang

BOB is the camera man and the crowd favorite

She mostly just likes to chat about nothing while wandering around the hide out

BOB makes really cool time lapses of them riding her bike down Route 66

Baptiste

Runs an advice channel

Mostly does Q&A live streams 

All of his ad revenue goes to local charities and hospitals

People sometimes donate to him and that also goes to charity

There’s a very slim chance he got overnight famous because he’s so pretty

Bastion

One 12 minute video of him playing with Ganymede in Torbjorn’s backyard

Torbjorn recorded it for him

Brigitte

Tried to do a make-up channel

Eventually devolved into a “How to” builder’s channel

Can put together an Ikea bookshelf in 15 minutes without even glancing at the instructions

Ikea furniture speed runs are her most popular videos

D.Va

Canonically already has a gaming channel

Also has a daily vlog channel where she hangs out with Lucio and Junkrat a lot

Takes requests on what games she plays

Despite mainly being an online PvP gamer, she adores playing story games and voice acting

She cried on live stream when she finished Undertale

Doomfist

Runs Talon’s official YouTube channel

All the videos are join Talon adds

Echo

Her channel is a mash

Will play or do any kind of video that’s popular at the moment

There’s three episodes of a Minecraft LP left to die

Seven vlogs all recorded almost 3 months apart

Two animations she made herself

A couple of reaction videos

And a Pachimari unboxing

She has a lot of sponsors

Genji

Also, canonically, has a gaming channel

Sometimes does videos of sick ninja tricks in his backyard

Has the same channel from before his fight with Hanzo, so there’s a 4-5 year gap between two videos

“So my brother tried to kill me” is the first video he makes when he finally comes back

Occasionally makes “Master reacts to (anime)” videos with Zenyatta

Hanzo

The show off channel

It’s mostly just target practice with his bow and arrow Genji recorded for him

90% of his comments are telling him to put a shirt on and cover the nipple

His channel also went dead after he killed Genji

Might start recording and uploaded unscheduled vlogs during his hobo days

Also does movie reviews

Junkrat

If I may defer your attention to this post

Yeah he just runs a demolition channel

Roadhog makes sure the camera doesn’t get damaged

Junkrat really loves the slow motion effect 

Lucio

Like Hana, he has two channels

One is his official music channel with music videos and concert clips

The other is also a vlog channel where he hangs out with Hana and Jamie

He’ll also talk about serious issues and his opinions on them on his second channel

McCree

Much like Hanzo, runs a show off channel

His is more popular because he’s straight up a cowboy though

People think it’s a gimmick for the channel. They have no idea he looks and sounds like that all the time

Mei

Has a scientific fact of the day Podcast with Winston

Talks about big issues

Her channel is very kid friendly and she explains things like global warming in a way they can understand

A lot of her videos will be watched by kids in science class

Mercy

“What to do encase of an emergency” tutorial videos

Gives basic medical training, like how to do CPR

Her videos are short and to the point so they can be played in an actual emergency

Genji is usually the person she uses as an example

Moira

Her channel is like Junkrat’s but more contained(?)

She does dangerous shit with chemicals but somehow it always ends wholesomly

The last minute of the video she speaks in a soothing Bob Ross voice as the lab is on fire behind her

The videos typically end with Angella coming back from her break

Orisa

It’s technically Efi’s channel

It’s a vlog to record Orisa’s progress tword becoming Numbani’s protector

Very popular, everyone loves how wholesome Orisa is

The money from the ads goes to fixing whatever Orisa breaks while trying to be helpful

All rude comments are deleted

Pharah

Show off channel

“99 dunks in a row” and such types of videos

They’re typically sped up with relaxing music

Lucio has appeared to play soccer with her a few times

Reaper

As Gabriel Reyes he ran a prank channel around the Overwatch base

He didn’t do any pranks that hurt or scared people though

Just recorded himself eating vanilla pudding out of a mayo jar to get people’s reactions

His favorite people to prank were Jesse and Genji because they had the most over the top reactions

Reinhardt is unprankable

The channel died with the fall of Overwatch

Reinhardt

Advice channel but louder than Baptiste

He’s full of energy in every one of his videos

Calls himself his viewer’s Grandpa

If anyone comes to him for advice on how to handle abuse of any kind he will adopt them on the spot

Also does meme reactions, sometimes has to have Brigitte explain what makes it funny

Has one video where he speaks quietly called “Grandpa reads a bedtime story” and it’s literally just him reading a bedtime story with soft music in the background

Roadhog

Toy unboxings

All of his videos are silent aside from the cute music he puts of them

The only part of him that’s ever on camera are his hands

Sigma

All his videos devolve into rambles about the universe

Other than that his channel doesn’t have a real theme

He tries to explain scientific principals but quickly turns into a shouting mess about the universe and gravity

Moira is the one to stop recording in the middle of his breakdowns

Soldier 76

Use to run a tutorial channel

Gabe called it “Dad Teaches you” and Jack hates that he’s not your father

He teaches you to cook basic meals and do simple repairs on a car

He talks in a very fatherly voice

Begrudgingly, he became his veiwers father

His channel died with Overwatch as well

Sombra

Gaming channel, but hacked

Does glitched speedruns on live stream

Clickbait thumbnails and titles

“How to get 1,000,000,000 free V-Bucks in Fortnite”

Steals kid’s Fortnite accounts

Symmetra

Stim channel

All of her videos focus on satisfying visuals

Someone asked her to do ASMR once and she hated it. The video existed for less than 24 hours

Torbjorn

Like Brigitte, runs a builder channel

It also doubles as a story time channel as he tends to ramble about the good old days

All his videos are 30+ minutes long

Somehow adds “and that’s how I lost my eye” to every story so no one knows how it actually happened

Bastion guest appears in a lot or Torb’s videos but only because he’s bored and wants attention

Tracer

Animated story telling

Makes animations of their missions and her day-to-day life

Thanks to her chronal accelerator animations take half as long

Still only uploads like two videos a month

Widowmaker

Food review videos

Hates everything, nothing gets high marks

Gets view ship cause she’s hot and very snarky

Winston

His channel is exactly like Mei’s

It’s more popular though because he’s a monkey and thus draws kid’s attention better

All of his viewers are elementary school science teachers and their class

Wrecking Ball

Tried to do a builder channel but all the comments were on how cute he is

Hates being called cute so he made his mech say swear words

He’s very popular with little boys

Also loves destruction and may destroy things for fun

“5000lbs wrecking ball VS Junkrat’s house”

Zarya

Vlogs but like... Work out vlogs.

It’s just time lapses of her at the gym

Insanely popular with lesbians for very obvious reasons

Encourages her viewers to take care of themselves and start slow

Blew a kiss at the camera once, became the most used image of her on the internet

Zenyatta

Most of his videos are relaxing music over beautiful visuals he recorded

The other half of his videos are meditation leadings and yoga

He’s also done videos on the omnic crisis and talked in length on his belief for the future

Has one video of him pranking Genji

[littlekatleaf]

Buried in a burning flame is love and its decisive pain (Part 7)

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4  Part 5   Part 6

The angle of sun streaming in the window led Roadhog to believe it was later than he’d expected. He thought he’d be stuck with insomnia when he woke before dawn, but apparently he was wrong. Junkrat hadn’t disturbed him with his usual early-morning energetic ramblings, either. He glanced at the cot, but it was empty, the sheets as balled up as they’d been earlier.  Rat must’ve spent the night on the couch. It was good that he was spending time with people his own age, he told himself again. For what had to be the fifth time since he’d found Junkrat curled easily between Hana and Lucio, their arms wrapped around him, his head pillowed on Lucio’s shoulder. It was good that he was making friends, that he felt comfortable with them. So why did it feel… distinctly not good? He shook his head at himself. Junkrat needed a wider world - which was one of the reasons Roadhog had agreed to join Overwatch in the first place.

The scents of coffee and pancakes drifted through the air. Other than the faint sounds of cookware in the kitchen and an old Christmas carol on Lucio’s sound system, the cabin was quiet. Without Rat’s incessant chatter and pestering, Roadhog decided to take advantage of the calm. He picked up the novel he’d been working his way through, some Western by Larry McMurtry- probably left by McCree - and began to read.

He finished a chapter, began the next, and suddenly realized he’d been reading the same sentence over and over for the last several minutes. He was listening. The cabin was still peaceful. Yes, he caught the vague murmur of chatting, silverware on dishes, Christmas carols… but no Junkrat. No convo, no peg against the floor, no laughter, not even coughing. Nothing. He put down the book. Something wasn’t right. Junkrat was not quiet - always a running commentary to whoever he was with, to himself, mumbling and giggles, random humming, snatches of songs. Even when he was asleep he muttered and sometimes moaned…  he was absolutely never silent.

Roadhog dressed and tightened the buckles on his mask. It was possible Junkrat was still asleep. He was sick, after all. But wouldn’t he have come back to bed by now? As Roadhog crossed the room he noticed a folded piece of paper that had been shoved under the door. He bent, picked it up and unfolded it. Rat’s scrawl across the page.

“50/50 of everything. Treasure’s here.” Below the words, coordinates. Australia. Deep in the Outback. Roadhog sighed. Not good. Junkrat always divvied up the haul right after a heist - never made Roadhog wait or argue for his half. The only thing Junkrat ever held back was his treasure - which he’d found before they were a partnership. It might be argued that Junkrat had promised 50/50 of everything, not specifying new takes only, that Roadhog deserved at least that for keeping him alive - and Roadhog had, in fact, made this very argument to himself several times over the years - but the truth was he had no claim to it. 

They’d never spoken about the treasure; hell, he didn’t even know what it was. Just something the Queen wanted badly enough that it was a draw for her enforcers and all sorts of thugs and scavengers looking to make a deal or quick money. The question was, why had Junkrat given him this information now, and in this way? Why not just tell him? Or wait until they were back in Australia. Something was going on and he was pretty damn sure he wasn’t going to like it, whatever it was.

He pocketed the note and headed into the living room. Hana was on the vid screen, playing some racing game against Lucio. Mei and Satya were reading. No Junkrat. He could hear Lena and Emily cleaning up in the kitchen and he went around the corner to see whether maybe the Rat was there, just oddly quiet. 

“Good morning, Roadhog! Happy Christmas,” Lena said brightly. “There’s still some pancakes and eggs left, if you or Junkrat are hungry.”

Shit. “Thanks, maybe later.” He shifted a little uncomfortably. “You seen Junkrat this morning?” 

Emily shook her head. “No, sorry.”

Lena glanced at him, frowning. “He’s not with you?”

“Not since…” flash of Junkrat on the edge of his bed, making a bid for attention. And himself, exhausted, annoyed… confused… brushing him off, “last night.”

“He hasn’t been around at all.” Lena said, still frowning. Instead of reassuring him that someone else cared, her concern heightened his own discomfort. He wasn’t just being paranoid. He’d rather be paranoid.

“Maybe Lucio or Hana knows where he went?” Emily suggested. Roadhog nodded.

He hesitated in the doorway of the living room, waiting for a break in the vid race. He wanted to ask and didn’t in almost equal measure. Because if he didn’t ask he could keep thinking that everything was just fine. That the note meant nothing. That Junkrat went for a walk. In the middle of winter. In the freezing cold. Which he hated. With a fever. While doing so wasn’t completely out of character - Rat had an infuriating habit of following whatever idea happened through his brain at the moment, no matter how idiotic - it didn’t seem particularly likely. 

“Happy Christmas, man,” Lucio said, putting down his controller as Hana beat him yet again.

“Thanks. You too.” Roadhog cleared his throat. “Either of you seen Junkrat?” He hoped the mask kept his voice from sounding as anxious as he thought it did.

“Not since the middle of the night,” Lucio said. “Hana and I couldn’t sleep and when we came out for some hot chocolate he was hanging out on the couch. I might have spiked the chocolate a bit more than I meant, and we all sorta passed out.” 

“He wasn’t there when we woke up,” Hana added. “I assumed he’d just gone to bed where he could actually stretch out. He was looking pretty rough last night, to be honest.”

Roadhog sighed, “Fuck.” 

Hana put down her controller too, attention turned completely from the game. “He’s not with you? That’s totally weird.”

Roadhog shook his head. “Maybe he went for a walk,” he said, trying the words out loud. They sounded even less plausible than they had when he just thought them.  

“He didn’t really seem up for that,” Lucio said. “Want me to come help you find him?” His eyes were warm and kind and Roadhog suddenly understood why Junkrat felt comfortable with him.

“Please,” he said and before anyone could comment on the way his voice went hoarse, he headed to the mud room to put on his boots.

It ended up that Lucio, Hana, Lena and Emily all headed out with Roadhog to see if they could find Junkrat. He couldn’t have gone far, Roadhog told himself. He hadn’t taken the ute. Unfortunately the wind had picked up again and if Rat’d left prints in the snow, they’d been erased.

The others fanned out, exploring the woods and the path to the frozen lake, but Roadhog stayed closer to the cabin. First he checked the ute, both the seats and the rear cargo space. Then he headed into the Orca. More hidey holes there. When he got sick, Junkrat was more like his namesake even than usual. With his tendency to expansiveness, Roadhog had assumed he’d be one of those annoying sick people who whinged and complained about every little sniffle. It took a while to realize how wrong he’d been.

The first time Rat got sick Roadhog hadn’t even known. Junkrat’d disappeared for a few days without warning and when he returned he was even skinnier and pale under the dust and gunpowder. He’d made no mention of it, until Roadhog cussed him out about the impossibility of protecting someone who was nowhere to be found. Looking somewhat sheepish, Junkrat admitted he’d been in no need of protection, except from his own body. The next time he warned Roadhog that he was ill before - again - disappearing. A couple of days later Roadhog had found him sweating out a fever in a nest of blankets in his work room. He was like a feral creature, hiding until his weakness passed. 

It was a marked contrast to when Roadhog himself fell ill. It happened relatively rarely, but his lungs were more susceptible to infection after the destruction of the Omnium and the ensuing radiation exposure. When he started feeling sick, he hoped he’d be able to shake the chest cold without it turning into anything worse. He hadn’t been so lucky.

The first time Junkrat heard him sneeze he’d burst into a fit of laughter. “That’s yer sneeze, mate? Big bastard like you sneezin’ like a fucking kitten.” Junkrat’d nearly fallen off the chair laughing. Roadhog could feel himself go red, and thanked Whoever for his mask because if Junkrat had seen him blush he’d never hear the end of it. 

“Not everyone sneezes like a bomb blast,” he grumbled.

Junkrat kept laughing. “What can I say, I’m explosive.”  But Junkrat had also brought him Fairy Bread and tea, then made himself scarce - leaving Roadhog in peace and quiet for once. 

The infection ended up settling deep in his lungs. His fever had spiked and he’d coughed hard enough to lose his breath, even with the hogdrogen. Junkrat hovered in his peripheral, wide-eyed and overflowing with nervous chatter. Plied him with juice and tea and soup and when the fever wouldn’t budge and neither would the coughing, Junkrat robbed a chemist.

Roadhog had swum up through a fever dream that felt like quicksand to find Junkrat dumping a bag of loot over the bed. Not cash, but paracetamol, azithromycin, Bisolvon, tissues, Codral day and night time, Betadine lozenges, Lemsip, more juice, and electrolyte solution. 

“It’s like a chemist exploded in here,” Roadhog had said.

Junkrat shrugged, faking innocent then laughed. “Kinda,” he admitted and, imitating the panicked look of the druggist at his explosive entrance, made Roadhog laugh through his coughing. “Didn’t know what you like, so I got some of everything. Woulda got you codeine, ‘cause I’m pretty sure this stuff won’t do shit, but the druggist said it ain’t good for people with pneumonia.”

“Thanks, Rat.” He’d blamed the fever for his bemusement, but even when he was better he was still taken aback at Junkrat’s thoughtfulness. And Junkrat never let him return the favor.

“Dammit, where the fuck did you go?” He slammed his first into the side of the Orca, only succeeding in bruising his knuckles. After an hour of fruitless search he had to give up. There was no telling where Junkrat had gone.

The mood in the cabin was subdued. Hana tried to get him to join the quest game she and Luico were playing but he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus. Lena and Emily invited him to join them in watching Nightmare Before Christmas, which Mei claimed wasn’t a Christmas movie at all. Satya offered to teach him the new knitting stitch she’d perfected, but he couldn’t even concentrate on that. 

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Mei said.

Roadhog just nodded and went back to pacing between the front window and the back door. Just as he was passing the kitchen for the twenty or thirtieth time, the sat comm beeped.

“What,” he said.

“Rutledge, Morrison. Is Lena back? She hasn’t reported in.”

“Back? She hasn’t gone anywhere.”

Morrison heaved a sigh. “I told Fawkes to inform her immediately. Let me talk to him.”

Roadhog’s stomach sank. “He’s not here.”

“Shit, Fawkes. Fucking loose cannon.” 

Roadhog only realized how hard he was gripping the comm when the plastic cracked. “Watch it,” he found himself growling before he considered who he was talking to. “Where is he?”

“He’s not supposed to be anywhere. I told him to send Lena.”

“Morrison.”

“The settlement. We needed a device extracted before Null Sector got hold of it.”

“Fuck.” He cut the sat comm link, grabbed his gun, and headed for the ute. Lena and Hana must have overheard because they raced after him. Not even a moment later Lucio swung up in the seat beside him and Lena pulled out of the driveway with a squeal of tires and spray of gravel.

Of all the stupid, imbecilic, idiotic things for Junkrat to do. He’d like to be shocked, or even surprised but he wasn’t. He could follow Rat’s thinking perfectly - why interrupt anyone else’s sleep when he could take care of it himself? Always trying to prove himself, when he never needed to. Who gave a shit what Overwatch thought of him, of either of them? 

He took a deep breath. It would be fine. They’d find Junkrat in the settlement, with the device. He’d just gotten sidetracked scavenging. Hell, maybe he found something worthwhile. Then he’d be proud. Be absolutely intolerable with the gloating. Probably call Morrison himself to give an I-told-you-so. And wouldn’t he laugh like mad to know Roadhog was … concerned. Roadie could hear him now, “Aww, ya worried about me did ya? You know I always land on me feet.” He’d giggle, wait for Roadhog’s exasperated sigh. “Well, foot.”  And he pretty much did… except when he didn’t. Which is where Roadhog came in. Or should have. If he hadn’t been sleeping like a fucking rock.

Roadhog stared out the window, squinting into the sun reflecting off the snow. If Rat made it out of the settlement he wouldn’t be right on the trail. He was too wary for that. And Roadhog didn’t want to miss any sign of him, but it was hard to make anything out in the shadows between the trees. 

Lena drove right up to the settlement this time - no need for surprise when Junkrat was already there. She cut the engine and the silence pressed close. No sounds of struggle, of bots or gunfire, but also no sound of a rummaging Rat. Somewhere in the distance a bird sang. Another answered. Nothing else. Not even a snapping twig. Felt deserted. 

The group paired off to search the cabins, Hana and Lucio taking the three on the left, himself and Lena the three to the right. Nothing of note in the first cabin. He yanked open the door to the second and for a minute he thought he might throw up. The remains of what had been a table and chairs were scattered across the room. Bits of bright yellow grenade casing littered the floor. A scorch mark marred one wall. He swallowed. Hard. Junkrat - what happened? Where was he?

A hand touched his arm and he whirled, gun up, only to find Lena, hands held out empty. 

“Sorry, sorry! I know better… just... “ she gestured to the room, the destruction. “He’s not here, though. No blood.”

No body, she meant. Neither whoever he’d aimed for, nor his. At least not his. If he wasn’t here, and he had been, there’d be a trail. Roadhog would find it, and would find him. And if someone had hurt him… well, they wouldn’t have long to regret it.

“Roadhog,” Lucio’s voice, urgent but not afraid, shouted from somewhere outside.

“Go,” Lena told him. “I’ll finish here.”

He ran. Followed the soft pulsing and flash of Lucio’s sonic amplifier, around the back of the cabins, up a trail toward the foothills and his breath rushed out. 

Junkrat leaned against one of the pines, clearly trying to look nonchalant, but Roadhog could read the pain in every line of his body, from the clench of his jaw to the tension in his shoulders and the awkward way his hip was canted. He shook his head at something Lucio just said to him, that Roadhog couldn’t hear.

“Nah, mate. ‘M aces. Need to get the… thing. Morrison sent me for. Following this sheila. Gotta hurry.” He rubbed his forehead, swayed for a second, caught himself with one hand on the tree. His face went even paler.

“Come on, Junkrat, Lena and Hana will take care of it. Let me take you back to the cabin.” Lucio reached for him, but he stumbled back.

“No. My fuckin’ mess to clean up.”

“That’s not the way this works. Haven’t you learned yet? You’re not alone; we’re a team.” Even though Roadhog caught a hint of frustration in his voice, Lucio’s tone was warm. 

“Might be the way of it for you. Not me. An’ ain’t no one ordered me to do anything, so not breaking any laws or rules or whatever.”

“It’s not about rules, Junkrat. It’s about taking care of people who are important to us.” 

A tremor ran through Junkrat’s body; his eyes darted to the side like he was looking for an escape route. His gaze fell on Roadhog and his back straightened, his resolve clearly hardening.

“No. Gonna fix this.” He pushed himself away from the tree and headed farther up into the foothills, almost staggering.

Lucio watched him for a minute, then turned to Roadhog. “He’s not okay.”

“Usually isn’t.” A laugh worked free, because even though it was true, and wasn’t funny, at least Junkrat was alive, and moving and everything else could be fixed. “I’ll take care of it. Him.”

“Are you sure? If you tie him up I’ll help you drag him back.” 

“I won’t say I’ve never considered it, but in this case I don’t think it will be necessary.” 

Lucio shrugged. “Good luck.”

[kristopherwritesstuff]

Chapter 2

The irony of the situation wasn't lost on Jamison, not at all. Jesse was a bounty hunter, had been after Junkrat and Roadhog personally, at one point, so trusting him was typically out of the question, let alone becoming his friend and wanting to even have a romantic interest in the man that was willing to hand him over for a bit of coin. His attraction was stupid at best, but that didn't stop it, didn't even make it pause. His feelings didn't care that, out of everyone on the base, it would be Jesse that would be the first to betray him and break his cracked heart with disgusting ease.

It didn't care, even if he tried to, tried to give a fucking shit about the fact that what he was doing was dumb, stupid, crazy, batshit fucking insane, but every smile from Jesse, every wink and call and low chuckle, had Jamison weak in his damn knee; stomach twisting and fluttering and face too hot, even when he wasn't blushing. It was almost too much, every day of him seeing the man adding to the painful ache in his heart when he thought about the reality of things.

Because really, the reality was that Jesse wouldn't even give him a fucking glance. Wouldn't even consider Jamison Fawkes, local trash man and crazy freak, in any way other than friend, and even then Jamison couldn't help but wonder if Jesse even wanted that. He seemed like the kind of guy that was automatically friends with everyone unless you really pissed him off, and the thought of that, of Jesse only really tolerating Jamison because he had no reason to hate him, made his gut clench and his nose sting and his vision go blurry with tears in the middle of the night, when it always seemed to slip to the forefront of his thoughts. He could cry in the privacy of the dark without fear, curled up to Mako and hiding in the man's large chest, cradled like a babe while he sobbed and shivered his way through nightmares and anxiety and self hatred, but as soon as the daylight peeked through the base window, he'd just wipe his face dry and give a crooked grin and go back to his business, like nothing was wrong.

Nothing was wrong. This? This was nothing. Jamison was used to heartbreak, used to hurt and suffering and humiliation, but at least this time he didn't have to expose himself to it if he didn't want to. It wasn't Junkertown, wasn't the Outback. Jesse wasn't the Queen. He could avoid it, avoid all his fears, and he did.

Jesse didn't want him, wouldn't ever want him, and despite his blubbing and whining and pining Jamison had made peace with that fact a long time ago. He was more than content to take Jesse's affection and attention where he could get it, and anything else was a coincidental bonus. The one person who couldn't seem to understand this was Mako, for all his claimed to know Jamison better than he himself did.

"Rat."

"What?"

Mako shuffles, curling more onto his side around the slender man, head bowed down, mask off and eyes dark and gleaming in the dim moonlight streaming through the window, face a grimace with the harsh scars tearing through it. It's a sight Jamison is used to, had been for a while, but that doesn't stop him studying his face with some worry and concern in his expression. Mako ignore it; lifts a hand and gently wipes his tears away, frowning.

"Tell him."

"Roadie, don't start--"

"Tell him." He's serious, voice low and rumbling, hair tangling around his jaw and Jamison raises a (trembling) hand to pet through it, a welcome distraction from Mako's face and his thoughts and the entire conversation.

"Rat."

"Yeah, yeah, I--" He cuts himself short, swallows, shifts a little more into the warm heat of the body in front of him. "I will. Sure, mate."

There more quiet, Jamison more focused on Mako's hair than those dark, serious eyes studying him, before there's a deep sigh.

"...Go to sleep."

"Yeah."

He doesn't see Jesse for a few days, after that. He learns from Hana, the cutie with a ready grin and sweet words, that he's been sent out for the week, somewhere sunny and deadly with a few of the others, and he'd been left with a strange pit in his stomach that he'd been ignoring for the past three days. If anyone noticed his strange anxiety and jittery movements didn't comment on it, likely just saw it as Junkrat being Junkrat, and he was barely starting to calm down a little on day eight when the cowboy returns.

The first noticeable thing is his lack of arm, his metal one, his shirt simply tied at the base of his stump. There are fresh cuts stitched and bruises yellowing, fixed up by Angela and Baptiste, likely, and he has a black eye and a limp. He still grins at everyone, though, still laughs and flirts and relaxes wherever he is.

Jamison doesn't understand him at all.

Anyone else, anyone with common sense and a regular upbringing and sanity, would at least be trying to rest up and look after themselves, anyone else would listen to the blonde woman with bags under her eyes but a smile on her lips for whoever needs it when she yells at them to get their ass into bed, anyone else wouldn't be sauntering over and sitting themselves next to Jamison with a lazy grin and a cigar between their lips, arm over the back of the couch they sit on.

"Afternoon, Jamie. How ya been?" Jesse isn't even looking at him when he speaks, is too busy watching as Hana tries to both play her game while flirting with Brigette with obscure mechanical knowledge, much to the taller woman's amusement.

"...Alright." He gives a little shrug, looks up at man with a small squint. "...Ya bleeding, mate."

Jesse frowns, at that, his hand fumbling at his cheek to smear the blood across his tanned skin, and Jamison just clears his throat, glancing back over at the two on the floor, at the TV screen. Anywhere but Jesse.

"Thanks, sugar. Angela's been drivin' me mad, telling me to go rest up, like I don't have things t'do."

He wants to answer, to ask, to agree with their medic, but he can barely open his mouth when Jesse's attention is dragged away by the newcomer, just the door leading out onto the balcony closing to alert anyone it's been opened.

"Hanzo, sugar, ya look froze." His voice is light but concerned, and Hanzo just glances at him, raising a brow.

"I am perfectly fine. Was simply meditating."

"In the cold?"

"It is better than inside." There's a glint of something in Hanzo's eye, something that makes Jamison's stomach drop as the man tios his head up. "I prefer not to be distracted by the smell of blood and sweat, unfortunately."

"Distracted? If ya want a distraction…"

Jamison tunes out, after that. Curls up into himself and ignores the two men flirting, because that's flirting, blatant clear flirting in it's own weird way, and he doesn't want any part of him.

Because really, the reality was that Jesse wouldn't even give him a fucking glance, wouldn't even consider him, and Jamison had long made peace with that fact. It didn't make it sting any less, don't stop his heart aching or his tears flowing, but he'd accepted it to be true.

Not when there were guys like Hanzo Shimada around to sweep Jesse off his feet and treat him right, treat him like Jamison never could, no matter he wanted to.

No one notices him leave. No but Hana, and she's too distracted by Brigette to question it, her squealing giggles in his ear as he ducks out the room and deeper into the building. He needs somewhere to hide. Somewhere dark to curl up and hold himself. Somewhere to quietly loathe himself for, even now, having fucking hope, when it's so damn clear he is nothing and never will be anything.

He knows it. The Queen knew it, back when she had him in her clutches, just a pathetic little rat to squeak and squeal for her. Mako knows it, even if he acts like he doesn't.

Jesse must know it, too. He will, if he doesn't already.

Jamison Fawkes is nothing and deserves as much.

(I got this done super quick so,,,,,,,it's early lmao enjoy I guess)

[funkymeihem-fiction]

Fire and Woohoo- The OW Trio Plays The Sims

(D.Va, Lucio, and Junkrat have a very special game night with an old classic.)

The snacks had been warmed, the drinks chilled, and they had gathered in Hana’s room again. Game night had just begun, and it started off with a proclamation.

“First off, J-Man and I had a meeting and we both agreed that we’re not playin’ any more fighting games,” Lucio declared. “The only way either of us can win is by him cheesing you with that low kick move on that one dude, and then you both start fighting in real life and I gotta break it up.”

Hana glared at them both. “Well maybe because there’s no skill involved in legsweep spam!”

Junkrat’s ever-present grin only turned sharper. “Oh-ho-ho! Still pissy because that one time I kicked your arse usin’ an effective strategy I invented myself, and you can’t just admit—”

They were starting to lean a little too close to each other already, and Lucio sighed as he shouldered in between them and spread both arms to keep them at bay. It was a well practiced strategy that he’d had to do many, many times before when tempers flared. “See! There you go! I mean it this time, we are so not doing any more fighting games. Just choose something else for game night.”

“Ugh, fine. What do you boo-hoo babies want to play tonight? Dress-Up Pony Adventures? Pachimari Island? The Sims?”

Junkrat seemed to give the choices serious thought, apparently not understanding her sarcasm. “What’s a The Sims?”

“Oh, uh,” Hana looked slightly taken aback while Lucio only smirked. “You don’t want to play that. Even I haven’t played that in years. It’s just a game where you live every day life. Like you can make little people and a house and have them get jobs and adventures and just…wacky stuff sometimes? Like I made us in the game ages ago—”

“Wait, ya made me in a game? I wanna see me! Show me The Sims Junkrat!” he demanded.

Lucio’s smile turned into a grin at the scowling Hana. “Hey, that sounds fun to me. You made a little game version of me too? Show us.”

“Oh my god, you guys,” she snorted, spinning her chair back around to face the screen. “Fine. I’ll show you the Overwatch House and your little dudes, but only for a minute. I am not spending the whole game night on The Sims. Babe, grab me a drink?”

Lucio abandoned his chair to meander over towards her mini-fridge while Junkrat pulled up both long skinny legs to rest on the edge of his chair— a chair so dirty and soot-smeared, with the cushion ruined by his peg leg and bony rear, that it had been made his own personal game chair and nobody else dared touch it… after Hana had given him an earful for trashing the thing. He perched on his seat, watching curiously as the screen lit up with The Sims 9 logo and the cheerful title theme began playing.

“The fuck is this music?” he asked, giggling madly.

“I warned you it was goofy!” she snapped, looking a little embarrassed as she snatched up the beer Lucio offered to her. Clicking it open and taking a sip, she watched as the cutscene played and the little sim characters went about their act. “See? Those are the simulated people. Get it, The Sims?”

“Wot.”

“Never mind. Lucio, you ever played this?”

“I think maybe once when I was a kid? Not this one, though.” He snapped open his soda, taking a gulp and frowning at the taste. “Aw man, did they change the ingredients in my soda again? I gotta rethink that endorsement deal. I don’t want the kids thinkin’ this is good stuff.”

Hana nodded, flicking through her save files as the game continued on. “I warned you, you have to watch the drink companies in particular. They’re always trying to change the quality. My team had a clause that no drink product could change their recipe without going through our manager first. Oof, after what happened to The Starstrikers when all those kids got tooth rot…”

Junkrat grumbled from where he was gnawing at the blackened edge of a fingernail again, up until Hana smacked his hand away from his mouth. He snorted, looking dour as he glanced between them. “Yeah, well…Mebbe one day I’ll have me own line of soft drinks, ya know? Something what’ll even outdo the Bundabergs and Bickfords! Represent! Something like… Junkrat’s Junk Root Beer, or Roadhog’s Pink Lemonade. That bloke loves pink lemonade like nothing else. Think junker merchandise could really rake in some coin…” His eyes drifted in two different directions, the way they sometimes did when he was in very deep thought, only to come snapping together at something he saw on the screen. “Oi! Is that us!”

It was more than just them, he saw. Almost the whole organization had been modeled into cartoon people form, or at least what Hana had been able to mimic of them. Soldier 76’s combat visor had been replaced with sunglasses, Torbjorn was nowhere near as tiny or bearded as he was supposed to be, Reinhardt looked more old and fat and gray than the muscular juggernaut that he was, and several of them he didn’t recognize at all. But they didn’t interest him.

Hana and Lucio’s Sims were standing next to each other, with Hana dressed in her favorite pinks and blues, and Lucio wearing a green t-shirt, his dreads nowhere near the magnificence that they were in real life. Frankly, they didn’t interest Junkrat either.

There was a very tall and very skinny one, with spiked blond hair, all four limbs intact, wearing one orange glove and a black backpack instead of a tire, and instead of his skull and fire tattoo it was just a swirl of tribal black. Junkrat gaped, jaw falling open.

Hana coughed. “Uh…Sorry? It turns out Jamie is not really not the easiest guy to make into a Sim? I mean, I didn’t want to get into all the cash shop stuff so I did what I could. And your hair kind of just makes you look like a blond Goku, but y—”

Junkrat leaned forward so abruptly that his face nearly smashed into the screen. “I look bloody amazing, mate! Look at that! Really captures my likeness, that does. S’got my good side n’ everything! And…” His wide eyes got even wider, pupils practically becoming slitted. “Look who’s next to me! Does that mean we’re a couple in the game?!”

Hana pinched her lips together and looked skyward, trying very hard not to laugh for a moment before she smothered her snickering into her beer. Lucio elbowed her and merely grinned, gesturing to where Junkrat was still trying to enter the computer screen like it was a portal to a better world. Perhaps in his mind it was, as he was standing next to a much smaller and chubbier little figure, with dark hair twisted into a bun, glasses, and a familiar blue outfit.

Finally, Hana emerged from her beer can. “Uh, I don’t think so. It’s randomly generated. Mei’s just standing next to you is all, I think. I mean, Genji’s also standing next to her, and I don’t think they--”

“The cyborg? With Mei? Yeah, nah. Delete him from the game so it’s just me! Can I fight him?”

“Okay you know what, this might actually turn out to be interesting after all. Let’s load up the house…” Hana clicked the button and the loading screen scrolled past. “Okay, this is the game itself. I made us a nice mansion, so we can go see who’s doing what. Hey, there’s Lucio already! See him eating at the dining table there?”

Lucio leaned forward on Hana’s other side. “Aw, yeah! Looks like I have some waffles. Woah, I look good! …Did you give me extra muscles?”

Her cheeks went very slightly pink beneath her whisker marks. “Uh…I may have put you in the gym a few times. Actually, you and Zarya are best friends because of it, so that’s a plus! Soooo! Let’s find Sim D.Va!” She clicked on her portrait, and it zoomed to where her namesake Sim was playing on the computer in a room decorated pink and blue, with multiple game consoles and toys. “Oh hey, meta.”

“Wow, that’s pretty true to life, I guess. You think she’s playing The Sims in her world?” Lucio said, tilting his head. “Or is she…playing our world?” He wiggled his fingers and made a spooky noise “OoooOOoooo?” that soon tickled the back of Hana’s neck and sent her into shrieking laughter as she batted his hands away.

“Yeah whatever!” Junkrat pointed to his spiky-haired portrait. “Me! Me next!”

They clicked the portrait for Housemate Jamie, and the screen centered in on where the lanky Junkrat-esque figure was screaming and waving his arms for no apparent reason, down in the house’s basement. As they watched, he whimpered and hugged himself, and then promptly urinated a blue puddle all over the floor before he straightened and wandered off.

“The fuck’s this!” his real life counterpart demanded. “Did you make me piss meself?!”

“Ooooh,” Hana said. “Sorry, I think I forgot to make you use the bathroom before.”

“Did Mei see?!”

“I don’t think so. Hold on, let’s find her.” She clicked on Mei, who was placidly sitting and reading on a couch, next to where Angela was watching television.

Sim Angela turned to her and commented a cheerful “Yargle boorgle doo!” to which Mei replied a soft “Aaah, ya feeb.”

Junkrat looked aghast. “What’s all that? Are they talking about me? Did she call me a feeb?”

“They don’t speak a real language, it doesn’t mean anything.”

He pushed into Hana’s side abruptly, long arm reaching to the screen and clicking on his portrait again. “Back to me!”

She pushed him right back, elbowing him back into his chair. “Hey! What did I say about trying to steal my screen control! You know the rules!”

Lucio sighed, lifting both hands. “J-Man, she did lay down the rules a while back. You gotta chill, man. Let her do her thing unless it’s your turn, right?”

Junkrat scowled, looking chastised as he slumped back into his ruined chair once more. Though he couldn’t remain sullen for long, watching his little virtual self wander through the dark basement and speaking gibberish to himself. Hana had left the camera on him, at least, despite her protests. And both she and Lucio watched with curiosity as the Sim Jamie spun in a circle and yelled ‘Nipsy vorg!” before ascending the stairs to join the others.

“That there is a man on a mission,” he said, nodding with approval. “Look, I’m thinkin’ of drumsticks, I’m gonna nipsy vorg some chicken.”

Hana hovered over a smaller window with his stats. “I think you’re going to cook something. This’ll be funny. I gave you the pyromaniac trait, so…Let’s watch.”

Sim Jamie passed by Sim Lucio, who was cleaning up the last of his waffles. Following the other Sim into the kitchen, he began dutifully washing his plate in the sink while his pyromaniac housemate pulled a package out of fridge and began chopping it up. A few moments of that, and he shoved the platter into the oven…which promptly caught on fire and began smoking wildly as Sim Jamie laughed and clapped in front of it.

Real life Jamie seemed just as thrilled. “Yeah! Attaboy! Fight the system!”

“Every time.” Hana nodded.

Sim Lucio started shrieking and clutching his hair in alarm, dancing frantically in place for several moments before pulling an extinguisher from nowhere to begin battling the flames. He was soon joined by the sunglasses-wearing Soldier 76, who started screaming helplessly on the sidelines but strangely made no move to help. Sim Jamie just laughed wildly before turning and pulling a whole bowl of cereal out of the fridge, eating and enjoying the show.

“Why am I the only one trying to save the house!” Lucio protested, pointing in a very accusatory way at the virtual Soldier.

“The hell were you complainin’ about before, Hana?” Junkrat said. “This game’s amazin’. Oi, make me go say hi to Mei.”

“Wow, even a kitchen fire can’t distract you? This sounds serious. All right, let’s see where Mei is now.” She scrolled to find the little blue-dressed Sim, who was… blurred out on the toilet. “Oh, um.”

“She can’t stay in there forever! Put me outside the door there.”

“Yeah, Jamie. Totally not being creepy on her Sim or anything, here.”

They abandoned the still-screaming Sim Lucio as he battled the oven blaze, as Sim Jamie took up his post admiring a painting of a sad clown that had been hung near the bathroom. Soon the door clicked open, and Mei exited. Hana took the opportunity to make her charge approach her, selecting ‘Chat’.

“Ah dag voorlog, mis frontoy?” Sim Jamie asked.

“Oh! Blanana! Dipso varootni,” Mei answered, and then laughed. It sounded nothing like her real laugh.

That didn’t stop Junkrat from lighting up, bushy brows lifting hopefully. “She likes me! Make me say that stuff again, she likes it!”

Hana brought up the enactment wheel. “Hey, why I don’t show you how to actually play this? See, these are all your options. What do you want to make your little Sim guy do next?”

“Kiss her!”

Lucio sighed. “J-Man, even the Sims versions of the ladies don’t appreciate it when you just try to kiss them out of nowhere. Why not give her a compliment or something?”

“Uh, okay. Well it says hug, there. Let’s give Mei a hug. Nice friendly hug, right?”

Hana clicked on the hug, and they watched as their Jamie opened up both arms and went in for the embrace, only for Mei to shrink back and rebuff him with a curt, “Eeenh! Va nitso!” that left the spurned Jamie with two disappointed minus bars over his head.

“What the fuck is wrong with her!”  Junkrat demanded. “I’m doing all the right stuff! This game’s shite!”

“Dude, try something more lowkey. Hana, make our boy actually compliment her,” Lucio said, downing the last of his soda. “I can’t believe we’re even focusing on this while the house is burning down, by the way. I’m probably dead in the kitchen.”

“Nah,” Hana assured him. “We’d hear the Grim Reaper music if you were dead. It’s fine. We’re going to focus on the more important things, like romance. Let’s try Lucio’s suggestion.”

Junkrat still looked peevish, but accepted the suggestion as she selected ‘Compliment’. His Sim approached Mei once more, clearing his throat and smoothing back his hair (He really did have a nice head of hair, didn’t he?) before giving her the wink and the gun, saying “Aaay! Wo ta tupsi blorno, dayg.” The Sim Mei seemed a little taken aback, but giggled and swayed a little as she shyly answered gibberish back to him. Plus signs popped over both their heads as they continued.

Hana leaned back and smirked. “So! What did we learn!”

Heartened once more, Rat finally conceded. “Arright arright, maybe the kisses were coming on just a bit strong. Let’s chat her up some more. Oh! Share secrets! Let’s learn her secrets? Oh oh, no, do that one. Talk about fire.”

“Actually, Romeo, why don’t you play for a little bit? I don’t really care what happens to the save anyway— NO, no getting on MY chair. Just move yours in the middle.” Hana rolled her chair to the side, grabbing the back of Junkrat’s chair to push it into her spot. “I’m gonna go make some popcorn. Lucio, come with?”

“Yeah, hold on.” He picked up both their empty cans, moving to follow her out. “Gotta recycle these. Yo J, you want anything from the kitchen?”

Junkrat was already involved in a very deep and completely nonsensical conversation between Sim Jamie and Sim Mei, the task bar already filled as he clicked to compliment her again. “Huh?”

“That’s a no. Come on,” Hana urged, grabbing Lucio’s hand to guide him out of her room as the door whooshed shut behind them. Once she was sure they were out of earshot and a fair distance down the hall, she glanced to him with a more genuine little grin. “You know, this is one of the few times I’m not scared to leave him in there by himself.”

Lucio paused to basketball-toss one of the cans into the recycling bin by the kitchen door, clattering into the goal. “I think he’s doing better with the whole ‘boundaries’ thing, on not blowing things up that don’t belong to him.”

She nodded, ripping open a packet of popcorn and tossing it into the machine. “Not perfect, though. And he still thinks I didn’t notice him stealing my Retro Zeldamari keychain. Uh…I was going to demand it back from him, but then I saw Roadhog wearing it and…yeah, not worth it.”

“Not perfect,” Lucio agreed, smiling a little sheepishly. “Sorry about your keychain, I’ll get you a new one.”

She rolled her eyes, plugging in the cooking time before leaning back against the counter, opening both arms. “It’s fine. I mean, you can still buy me a new one,” she grinned. “But it’s fine. Jamie’s funny. Sometimes I still wanna strangle him, but he’s a fun guy. Don’t worry so much about him, Lu.”

“Can’t help it, I guess.” He meandered forward, wrapping her up in a tight hug and speaking into her shoulder. “Just trying to make sure everyone gets along.”

“That’s because…” Hana drew his chin up with one finger where he had been slumped against her chest, meeting his concerned gaze. Nodding solemnly, she dropped her voice to a furtive whisper. “…because you are the lamest lamer to ever lame…lame-oid.”

The DJ’s face split into a grin, shoulders shaking as he started laughing into her collarbone. “Aaah, ya got me.”

“C’mere,” she said, grinning back at him. “We have like two minutes for the corn to pop. That’s like, two straight minutes of making out. Timer and everything. Ready?” She didn’t give him a chance to answer, pressing her lips to his before he could even react.

His grip tightened around her, one hand sliding down to her slender waist, resting atop one hip as he tilted his head. Their kiss deepened, her tongue soon boldly prodding into his mouth as he started to press her against the countertop. Nearly bent backward, her fingers clawed into the fabric of his shirt to hold on, looping one ankle around his leg. Lucio growled a low hum into her lips, the soft wet sounds of their mouths drowned out by the humming and rapid popping of the microwave next to them.

There was soon a very cheerful ding, and she grumbled as he released her to grip onto the counter, lifting himself off her. Smoothing back her hair, she stood and adjusted her mussed and crooked top. “Two minutes are up already?”

“Time’s up, corn’s done,” he said, shrugging helplessly. “And you prrrrrobably don’t want to leave Jamie in there alone for too long, Sims or not.”

“Yeah, you’re right, but… You want to stay over after he leaves? Like, longer than two minutes?”

“Don’t think I don’t notice you trying to set me up for a stamina joke, girl. And I’ll check my schedule, but I think I might be able to make some time tonight. After game night.” He reached into the microwave and grabbed the popcorn bag, jostling it about before upending it into the D.Va Bunny Bowl she held out for him. “Let’s go see the damage.”

She snorted, taking her corn and leading him out of the kitchen and back down the hall. “It had better be virtual damage only.”

***

Hana’s door beeped and whooshed open, and they found Junkrat still curled in his chair, facing the holoscreen with his cheeks flushed pink and a stranger grin than usual. He didn’t even glance their way, trying to stifle his giggling as he rocked back and forth and remained fixated on the game.

Lucio lifted a brow at him, stealing a handful of popcorn before meandering over back to his own chair. “What did we miss?”

Hana followed shortly after. “Yeah, how are things going with- OH!”

There was the sound of soft moaning from the Sims game, and both of them watched aghast as the bed on the screen bumped and writhed and giggled. Little hearts popped blipped up from the covers, and the blankets were soon pulled down to reveal Sim Jamie and Sim Mei looking adoringly at one another after a round of carnal bliss. Mei even sighed happily and reached out to stroke his jaw, muttering a satisfied little, “Mmm, na darnu pas noorny…” as Jamie uttered a very sexual growl.

Pausing with popcorn halfway to her mouth, Hana merely looked vaguely impressed. “Huh. That was actually pretty fast. I had to give Lucio like ten straight minutes of hugs and massages before he’d bang my Sim.”

“Hey, Sim-Me has standards,” Lucio said. “Gotta get those hugs.”

Junkrat looked up at them, biting one sharp fang into his lip and muffling a shriek of happy laughter. “Ya didn’t tell me there was rootin’ in this game! I was gettin’ all nice and spicy with Mei, even got to give her a kiss on the cheek. So I kissed her cheek a bunch of times, then I kissed her on the lips some. And then I saw Mei had this ‘woohoo’ thing, so I thought she wanted to party, you know? Like, celebrate, woohoo!”

Hana smirked. “…That’s actually super adorable, you thought she wanted a party?”

“Well…turns out she wanted to party all right! So uh…I’ve been making us woohoo since you been gone. Also some weird music started playing and this guy in a cloak showed up, but who gives a shit? So I went back to woohooing Mei—”

“Wait, guy in a cloak? Oh, damnit! Hold on, let me see—” She batted Junkrat’s hands away from her screen as he went to make woohoo yet again, and scrolled over towards the kitchen.

The kitchen was obliterated, little more than a fire-charred husk. Hanzo and the Grim Reaper was dancing to a stereo that had survived the blaze, completely ignoring the scene nearby where Angela, Torbjorn, and Hana were weeping pitifully over the scorched gravestones and piles of ash that had once been Lucio, Soldier, and Zarya. Genji, also scorched and black from battling the fire, lay passed out in exhaustion, snoring amongst the debris.

Lucio’s jaw dropped open. “I’m dead! I told you I was gonna die! Jamie, man, you killed me! You killed like four people while we were making popcorn!”

“Bad luck there, mate. Just had more important things to do. Oi, Hana, put it back on me and Mei. Where’s Mei’s bed, can we woohoo on there next?”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “Uh, why don’t I just let you borrow the game and then you can woohoo with virtual Mei and murder all your friends as much as you want?”

“Yeh! Sounds ace, thanks darl!”

“Hold on, this is for the game night records.” Pausing the game on the scene of utter house distraction and death, she spun Junkrat’s chair around and pulled Lucio in against her as she grabbed her phone. Snuggling the boys in on either side, she angled the picture so it was the three of them grinning in front of the Sim carnage, with her flashing the peace sign. “For all our dead Sim pals and Jamie’s woohoos. One, two, three, kimchiiii!”

“Kimchiii!”

She snapped the photo, looking down to the newest picture of game night, to add in to all the ones before…the ones with them laughing, eating, arguing, making faces, and the blurry one that Lucio had taken of Hana pinning a flailing Junkrat by the chest while he held the game control out of her reach.

Smiling, she scrolled through them. “That was a good one. I can’t believe the most successful game for you was The Sims. I never would have guessed it.”

“Nah, yeah. Educational game, this is. Lu was right about all the complimentin’ and chats and whatnot, before we get to the kissing and the woohooing. Got to approach the ladies slow-like, not spook them.”

“Uh huh,” Hana said. “Life lessons from The Sims. We’re all learning something tonight. I learned that the Grim Reaper and Hanzo have a lot in common, that Jamie isn’t housebroken, and that Lucio is super flammable.”

Lucio chuckled, wrapping both arms around her shoulders and kissing her neck, leaning to look through the pictures as well. “I died for a noble cause.”

Junkrat sighed dreamily. “I learned how many times I gotta compliment Mei for woohoo. Gotta try to remember that for later…”

“You know,” she suggested. “There’s more stuff you can do in this game besides death and woohoo? I mean you can have babies and get jobs and raise pets and all kinds of stuff. You can also dress everyone in hot dog outfits and make a prison compound where they are forced to make paintings and write erotic novels to fund your efforts to make one hundred babies with everyone in town.”

The two boys stared at her.

“But uh…How about we make a new household instead and I’ll show you the rest of the game, Jamie?”

“Can’t believe you were holdin’ out on me. This is the best game I ever heard of. Yeah, show me more Sims! Woohoo!”

[shame-on-nyall]

guess who’s back for hot milkies!

I haven’t quite finished the last chapter to Hot Milky, which frankly isn’t very good lol, but I wanted to let you know I have been working on it off and on the past 2 years. Here’s a preview under the cut. 1,679 words, enjoy!

Genji was torn between trying to convince Hanzo to stay, remain the selfish boy he used to be, and helping him leave, as he should if he were the honorable sibling he wished Hanzo could see. That one second of indecision somehow prompted the arrival of McCree at the doorway to Hana’s den, complete with triumphant grin and the accompaniment of his charges, Junkrat and Roadhog. Everyone turned to look at the trio in confusion and Hana said brightly, “Hey, Jesse, you just missed Genji getting his ass definitively kicked!”

“Ain’t that right? Well, there’s always another day.” McCree glanced over at Genji and Hanzo, his smile sunny and warm and ever so deadly.  “Always another chance to redeem yourself, eh?”

Genji straightened from his loser’s slump with an indignant sound.  Before he could say anything in his defense, he noticed out of the corner of his vision Hanzo stilling, then tilting his chin up and back slightly in a familiar gesture out of their childhood.  At once, Genji took on a defensive position that matched his brother’s. McCree shook his head exasperatedly and just like that the environment in the den filled with that sort of chaotic barely-contained energy found in the simulation room right before Winston pressed the start button to the AI and unleashed robot hell upon the members of Overwatch.

In a matter of nanoseconds, the brothers completed the mad scramble out the nearest window, made a touch difficult by the breadth of their brawny shoulders, followed by an exhilarating climb up the sheer side of the building.  “Just like when we were boys” came to Hanzo’s mind again, this time in a much more light-hearted situation.  Some distance below, Jesse and Hana had poked their heads out the window, hollering at the fleeing duo but unable to get Roadhog or Junkrat to their aid. Any further babble was cut off by an explosion of hard light and more screaming from everyone except Satya.  At that point, the brothers finally reached the summit of the cliff wall, their escape from the insanity achieved.  

They were not alone, as was usually the case within the borders of Watchpoint, for Zarya had just finished a brief perimeter rooftop check and was now going down to investigate the ruckus below.  Her sharp eyes caught Hanzo and Genji sliding over the wall and pooling onto the ground in giddy relief.

“What are you two doing up here?” she asked, paused and now regarding them suspiciously.  

“We’re just practicing… ninja sorts of things,” Genji answered, as innocently as he could manage. “You know?”

Zarya gave them a look that said in as many words, “I don’t know enough about ninjas to know if you’re telling the truth or not.”  Another explosion shook the foundations, more yelling, and deciding that questioning the two would be of less use than supporting whatever was going on within the base, Zarya hurried down the stairs.

“That was close!”

“Too close,” Hanzo muttered, the high of the climb hundreds of meters above the ocean with nary a handhold quickly wearing off.  “We will be caught, sooner or later, Genji.  This place is a trap filled with absolutely uncontrollable thugs and lunatics.”

“Hey, Satya helped us get away, so technically one of them is a lunatic on our side.”

Hanzo rolled his eyes, for he had clearly heard Satya state her intention to kill each and every one of her fellow teammates several times over perhaps almost as often as he had, but instead of saying anything, he scurried to the other trapdoor and the ladder there. “I have most of my things with me, but we will need to hurry. The bounties have become the bounty hunters, and I don’t intend to be captured for their nefarious purposes.”

“What nefarious purposes?” Genji asked, leading the way through the storage room by the light of his visor.  “Are you still nervous about a simple check-up, anija?”  He tittered at the thought of Mercy commanding McCree and Jamison and Mako about like some sort of warrior goddess directing her high priests.

“Yes!” Hanzo clutched at his jacket fretfully.  “This is not the time to be joking around!  Help me escape, Genji.”

“And what do I get in return?” Genji retorted, stopping in the hallway and folding his arms childishly.

“You!  I will throw you out the window and off the side of this cliff right now.”

“Fine.”  He could do so quite easily after all.  “We’ll rendezvous at the aircraft hanger, the security is weakest there.”  With no further comment, Genji led the way to a little-used corridor that could be their best bet to slip out of Watchpoint.

Although that did not address the fact that Athena may not allow them past the perimeter, nor the valid concern that Overwatch will not easily let a potential member roam free, knowing its secrets.  If anything, Overwatch would likely increase their efforts to (re-)capture Hanzo.  But for now, a breath of the outside air, a moment away from the weight of the world and expectations, a minute to just be free and safe and together before they must return to reality.  Genji would do anything to make that happen for his brother.  

Even if it meant blocking McCree with his drawn oodachi so Hanzo could slide past them.  Tossing shurikens at the two junkers and at the bystanders gawping at the clash to buy his brother more time to jump off a startled Reinhardt’s shoulders and up into the air duct which really shouldn’t have fit him at all.  Darting through maze-like hallways, throwing over his shoulder not the stereotypical ninja smoke bombs but a handful of glitter projection devices that gave off a burst of pink confetti and displayed Hana’s smiling face sparkling in mid-air (very cute) which he snatched from her gaming den after the tournament to distract Soldier76 from tracking them down.  Cyborg he may have become, but the rush of blood through Genji’s ears and into his chest seemed to thrum as if he were a boy again, and his face split into a grin beneath his mask.  Hanzo had dropped out of the air duct into the hall in front of him and together, they raced for the exit.

 They reached the hanger unimpeded, Hanzo following after Genji scanned ahead to make sure no one else from the team lay in wait amidst the tiny fleet of aircraft.

“So are you going to fly out of here?” Genji asked as they approached the jet Lena used to fly.

“These aircraft will be locked down, I wouldn’t have access to the controls as a temporary member,” Hanzo murmured.  “I will be leaving on foot.”

“On foot?  They can catch up to you, anija!”

“Perhaps.”  Hanzo did not sound too bothered by this.  “As long as it is not right away…  That is all I need.”

“I understand…”

Hanzo stepped toward to the far exit, a simple push door that led outside of the base proper.  He saw the flicker of red light just in time and dropped to the ground while Genji, ever swift, darted in front of him. It wasn’t a bullet, otherwise they would have been dead from the accuracy of the shot.  Genji grabbed the needle-tipped projectile out of the air, just as it was about to slide into Hanzo’s neck.

The sound of reloading and another shot thunked uselessly off Genji’s left shoulder.  Knowing it was a sniper, Hanzo pulled Genji close and frantically searched the aircraft, the scaffolding, any tall secluded point where one of his kind would lay in wait.

Overwatch did not have a sniper in their ranks, not for many years… but that style of shooting, that kind of ammunition…  As isolated as he was during his years of wandering, he of course recognized the sniper playing with them.  So did Genji, it seem.

“Anija, anija, it’s okay,” he said quietly.  “Just a warning shot.  She won’t hurt us that much.”

“The Shrike,” Hanzo muttered, still tense, still trying to cover Genji’s body with his own even though Genji had a lot less soft mushy parts to pierce with a syringe.  A big brother’s habit.  “You don’t know them, they are one of the most accomplished snipers in the world.”

“The Shrike?  But… surely that’s Captain Amari…” Genji stared at the needle and syringe in his hand, realizing what he said could not be true. Then again, he began to learn that whoever died did not always stay dead, not if they were needed.

Distracted momentarily, they did not notice a delicate shadow alight on the ground from a distant fire escape heading towards them with deliberate steps.  Hanzo began to back away once he finally tracked the sniper’s movement, keeping Genji behind him.

“What do you want?” Hanzo asked, his tone and stance indicating that if it was Genji they wanted, they would have to get through him first.

The figure paused, assessing them, then stepped forward into a circle of light.  An elderly woman, slight build but with a proud bearing, a patch over one eye, carrying a magnificent custom sniper rifle.

“You are the Shrike?” he asked tensely.

The woman nodded at him, smiling peacefully though not letting go of her rifle.  “Hello.  It is good to finally meet a rival, Hanzo.”

“A-are you not… Ana Amari?” Genji asked in a faltering tone, unable to believe his eyes.  Everything about this woman he had never seen before, and yet he knew her somehow, as closely as he knew McCree, as deeply as he knew Soldier76 who was obviously Jack Morrison, who did he think he was fooling anyway.  “Aren’t you dead?”

“That Captain Amari you knew… has indeed passed away.  But I still know you, Genji, and you know me, don’t you?”

“How?  All of this time?” His mind spun, trying to process this revelation.

“I will explain, Jack apparently did nothing of the sort.  But you two, where are you going?  Won’t you stay and help this old woman find some rest?”

[elfiesink]

Here

There was only one real rule to working in the underworld. Never show your weakness. Lie about it sure. Tell someone that you were afraid of spiders, or that you didn’t like apricots. Make friends. But don’t tell them the truth. Your lives together will be a carefully weaved masterwork of lies. It’s the only safe thing to do. Alternatives were… bloody.

You suppose it’s ironically funny, or at least amusing, that you are particularly lacking in self-confidence. It’s not that you don’t think you’re good at your job or anything. If you weren’t then you wouldn’t be getting paid. It was just hard to look at the mirror and see value. Hard to look at your life as anything more than series of lackluster bullet points on a disappointing resume. The logical part of you said this was unlikely but the stronger part of you kept the thought pulsing and alive in the palm of its hand.

When you’re hired to rob someone’s competitor alongside a pair of notorious criminals you just nod and greet the junkers the same you would any other peer. They were good at what they did and deserved respect. You told them as much, when the more explosive one questioned your manners. You thought nothing of the way Roadhog turned to look at you. His mask didn’t show anything noteworthy so you ignored it. You did your job.

It was a surprise when you were invited to join them. It wasn’t much of an invitation, really. Roadhog simply scooped you up and dropped you into a sidecar alongside Junkrat. There was some initial indignation, the two of you weren’t the best of friends, but a glance from Roadhog quieted everything down.

You never protested much. The money was good. The partners were dependable. Despite his limb situation you quickly gained confidence in Junkrat’s skills. Even more so in Roadhog’s. Anytime a threat got close to you he hooked them away. Finished your troubles with a single well placed shotgun blast. His presence on a job meant safety and safety meant success. It was your policy to complete a job regardless of complications. If you lived then you would patch your wounds and take your pay. If you died doing it then you simply died.

Junkrat called you reckless once. You don’t argue, even if it’s a bit pot and kettle of him.

You’re alone with Roadhog when it slips out. You don’t even mean to, don’t realize what you’re doing or why. You’re just leaning back, going over the encrypted emails from prospective clients, from contacts offering you leads to pay off debts, from strangers trying to make contact. Trying to decide if you liked money more than you liked not going anywhere near Oasis. Junkrat’s comment slips through your mind and out past your lips.

“Am I reckless?”

You don’t seek reassurance. It’s the same as admitting your weakness and that is not a game you play. But you asked.

“Wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.” Roadhog muttered, audibly flipping through the pages of his magazine. “Doesn’t matter. I’m here.”

You didn’t respond. Mostly because you didn’t want to acknowledge your own slip up. Pretend that it didn’t happen and you could give yourself an opportunity to erase it from memory. Cover it up with more proof of your efficiency and skill. You tried to think things through more but, ultimately you kept your habits. When plans fell through you pushed to keep going. Ignored people taking shots at you to force your way into safes and vaults and whatever was standing between you and your goal. A man almost got a shot off inches from your face. The hook was on him before you could blink. You kept working through the wet scream, the boom, the heavy splat, the silence.

Roadhog touched you more frequently as time went on. At first it was light shoves, not enough to hurt you but enough to move you. Then it was, just touches, to guide you in a direction. Then it was hands over your shoulder, on your arm, on your head. Your face. A rough thumb wiping a thin line of blood off your cheek.

You did not want to take a solo job. Your attachment to the junkers was another weakness for you to throw into the darkest parts of you where no one would ever know. But the junkers were tired, you knew the client and the money was good. Perhaps you could buy something nice for the three of you. A new part for Roadhog’s bike maybe. Some new materials for Junkrat’s bombs. Some tea for you and Mako to enjoy while the two of you had your little moments reading in silence together.

The job didn’t go… well. You were spotted almost immediately, enough to make you suspicious of the intentions of your client. Betrayal wouldn’t be unlikely. It wasn’t something that you’d fuss over. You would just delete the contact and move on. But you were too caught up in finishing what you’d started to pay much mind to the politics of thieving. You would not allow them the satisfaction of killing you while you were running away. Pride was a vice. It was uncomfortable working through the groups of armed mercenaries trying to kill you alone. You were so used to having partners. Another weakness to add to the list. How many of your clients knew you were part of a group now? Which would also attempt to take advantage?

There was a bomb waiting at the artifacts you were trying to recover. It was between you and them, between you and your pay, between you and failure. You couldn’t get through without dying. The bomb was ticking down, ready to explode whether you went in or not. Just as the last few ticks clogged your ears a hook slipped through your harness and dragged you into a pair of strong arms that spun and shielded you from the explosion’s shrapnel.

“There are people hunting me.” The first words out of your mouth. Not a thank you or a hello. You just gave a statement. You were stunned, frightened. You shouldn’t have been. Betrayal happened all the time. It wasn’t an if but a when. It was how things worked in the underground.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m here.” Roadhog huffed, motioning for you to grab what you could and follow him out. It was easier, cleaner, safer. Your earlier mistakes weren’t easily repeated when he was at your back. You quietly removed that client from your contacts, purged every trace of a connection between the two of you as Roadhog drove you back to Junkrat.

It’s not until days later, when it’s just you and Roadhog sitting quietly, close enough to touch but not quite touching, that you finally address it. “Thank you for coming for me.”

You don’t expect Roadhog to say anything back. It wasn’t really something to have a conversation about. It happened and you owed him but that was it. He doesn’t answer you, but he does shift until his arm is ever so slightly touching yours. He’s warm and relaxing and you begin to feel safe.

Part of you worries you have another weakness to add to the list.

You ignore it. There are other things to concentrate on. Joining Overwatch took almost all of your patience and energy. You didn’t understand why the junkers were even remotely interested in the venture. There was no profit to be made. Connections, sure, but not any connections that would pan out in your line of work. Knowing a doctor was great but why would a doctor like Ziegler help a criminal?

Perhaps there was more to it. Some desire to be something more. Something good. You could see the appeal but couldn’t see it apply to you. You were what you were.There was no changing that, no fixing it, no becoming anything else. The world could always use more heroes but it couldn’t use you. Not like this. You wanted to leave.

Roadhog wouldn’t hear it. Every time you tried to casually mention taking a quick side job or slipping out on your own for a ‘vacation’ he just looked at you and shook his head and mentioned training or a mission or helping him with some task that would distract you just long enough.You tried again, after a rough mission that left you tired and sore. Blood on your hands and bodies left behind. Did heroes kill like you did?

“I think I might take off for a bit.” You muttered, sitting in the small little room Roadhog was assigned, picking at your bandages. Roadhog sighed and put down his tea. He stood up and approached you, his large hands cupping your face.

“Why.”

The question caught you off guard. Everything about Roadhog caught you off guard.

“Because I’m not, I’m not a hero or even a vigilante, I’m a killer and a murderer and a thief and a liar and I don’t belong here. I can’t, I can never be what any of these people are. I’m not good enough, I don’t belong.” You felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. His thumbs caught them before you could wipe them away. Roadhog removed his hands, removed his mask, and leaned down to stare you in the eyes.

“What do I always tell you.”

You frowned. “What?”

“When you have these... moments. What do I always tell you.”

You tilt your head, thinking. “It, doesn’t matter?”

“I’m here.” Roadhog finished, gently pressing his lips to yours. “I’m here, and you’re fine. Come on. Sit with me.”

You spent the afternoon in his arms, reading a book together, his scruffy cheek pressed against yours. The anxiety was slow to leave but you weren’t alone while it was there. There’s only one real rule to working in the underworld. But you aren’t really working there anymore, were you?

[segadores-y-soldados]

And because tumblr is going to destroy this post: the full image Please be kind to my terrible Paint skills, I wasn’t about to bust out an old tablet to make this super fancy. Please know that this is one possible interpretation of the final year, year and a half of Overwatch given what we currently have available to us right now.

Sources and more information under the cut:

To start off with, our baseline point is Recall.

Recall is when both the game and the main plot begin - the Recall animation and Winston’s “Are You With Us” recall message are initiated, and this “coincides” with the game’s release in 2016.  To make things easier for everyone, my math here is simply to project: 2016 + 60 years forward = Recall initiated in 2076

Fairly straightforward and makes following game updates a bit easier.

From here, forward-progressing events move roughly at the same time as the game has been released.  For example:

Summer of 2016 || Summer of 2076: Ana is released || “Old Soldiers” comic occurs

November of 2016 || November of 2076: The Sombra ARG concludes || Sombra leaks LumériCo’s secrets

November of 2016 || November of 2076: “Infiltration” is released || Talon attempts to assassinate Katya Volskaya

November 2076: Volskaya asks Zarya for assistance in finding Sombra

Holidays of 2016 || Holidays of 2076: the “Reflections comic” occurs

Now we’ve entered 2017 || 2077.  Things shift slightly here.

On-going throughout 2077: Zarya searches for Sombra

Late February 2017 || Late February 2077: Interview with Efi Oladele is released

July 2017 || Late February 2077: “Masquerade” comic is released || Doomfist breaks out of prison and returns to Talon

March 2017 || March 2077: Orisa is released || Efi builds Orisa

Sometime after Orisa is built, 2077: Zarya meets Lynx in Numbani

April 2017 || April 2077: the “Uprising” event is released || files on the Strike Team’s mission against Null Sector are declassified

July 2017: Doomfist is released

August 2017 || (likely) August 2077: Junkertown map is released || Junkrat and Roadhog initiate “The Plan”

September 2017 || (likely) September 2077: “Searching” is released || Zarya finally finds Sombra

This is why the “Uprising” content all says “seven years ago” - because the game and the overall plot since Recall has moved forward one year, but the actual event of Null Sector’s Uprising did not change in time. So, with the “Recall” event and the “Uprising” information, I have two anchor points of reference for the general, final year of Overwatch: 2076 - 6 years = 2070 2077 - 7 years = 2070

Michael’s GDC talk also gives us a third anchor point: the Halloween party where Reinhardt tells the story of “Junkenstein’s Revenge.”  This is actually set during Halloween the year before, so 31st October, 2069 (nice).

I’m breaking this up by section to help make this a bit easier.

Introduction

1. “Six Years Ago:” “Fading Glory: On the Trail of Jack Morrison,” in-universe article (https://playoverwatch.com/en-us/blog/19809396/) 2. Michael Chu’s timeline: “Thinking Globally: Building the Optimistic Future of Overwatch,” a GDC talk given by Michael Chu (Timestamp: 49:12 - clip starts at discussion of materials: https://youtu.be/bj56ejM5EcU?t=2952)

Late 2069/Early 2070

1. “Halloween party:” “Junkenstein’s Revenge,” a comic in which Reinhardt narrates a “scary” story to some of the Overwatch members (https://comic.playoverwatch.com/en-us/junkrat-junkenstein).  What is important to note here is that Michael actually puts this in the “Fall of Overwatch” era of his timeline.  It is also important to note that several major Overwatch characters - Lena, Winston, and Genji - are either not yet a part of Overwatch, or were not permitted to join the “core members’” Halloween party.  I have personally chosen to interpret this as the first option.  You may view things differently.

2. Tracer disappears from the timeline (not shown): “I was missing for months” - quote from her Origin video (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=27LPGldyY7M).  “[Tracer] reappeared months later, but her ordeal had greatly changed her: her molecules had been desynchronized from the flow of time.” - quote from her Hero profile (https://playoverwatch.com/en-us/heroes/tracer/).  “Months” here, as I understand it, probably means fewer than 12 months (a full year) but more than “a couple” (2 months).  It’s difficult to say when exactly Lena disappeared and when she returned, but we know she had returned by April of 2070 (at the very latest).

3. The Shimada brothers’ duel: alright.  Full disclosure inbound.  I got a handful of people countering me on this issue in my Moira discussion and here’s my response: we have a number of conflicting pieces of information and many of them could be possible.  I’d like to run through my reasoning for why I’m placing this event in the final year of Overwatch, as well as other possible places it could go.

3.1 “Nearly ten years ago:” a few people brought up that the 2014 Blizzcon Overwatch reveal panel described Hanzo (a then-playable character) as having left his home “nearly ten years ago.”  You can find this quote on this transcript here (http://overwatch.blizzplanet.com/blog/comments/blizzcon-2014-overwatch-unveiled-panel-transcript/3).  Reason why I disagree with this assessment: this line never made it to either of Hanzo or Genji’s final Hero profiles (Hanzo: https://playoverwatch.com/en-us/heroes/hanzo/) (Genji: https://playoverwatch.com/en-us/heroes/genji/). 

That said, this does not mean the line is incorrect, nor that it is not part of whatever internal timeline Blizzard is using.  I personally do not think it’s wise to specific details from the 2014 Blizzcon panel because of how old it is and how much changed between 2014 and the game’s release in 2016.  Remember - Blizzard was still rethinking its own plot well past the game’s release (when they canceled “First Strike”).  But in all fairness, if you want to make your own version of the timeline and use that, then feel free.

3.2 Late March/Early April: I had someone else note the fact that the “Dragons” animation shows several koinobori, or the Japanese koi windsocks traditionally flown on Children’s Day on May 5th.  There are a couple of issues with this: one, it does not particularly coincide with the blooming of the cherry blossoms in the Tokyo region (source: http://www.jnto.go.jp/sakura/eng/index.php), which is where Hanamura is “set,” and two, the idea kinda trusts that Blizzard did research on koinobori and when they are supposed to be used.  In an effort to be fair to Blizzard, technically, koinobori can begin appearing as decorations as early as April, and be flown all the way through to Children’s Day.

3.3 Genji in training: a related issue to 3.2 and the upcoming 5th event in the timeline is that Genji appears to be testing out his cyborg body in a sparring match against Lena/Tracer.  The “Art of Overwatch” book also provides a description that appears to imply that this skin is him when he is still recovering:

“Much like the Origins Edition skins, the designs released for the Uprising event offered a glimpse into a pivotal period of the characters’ lives.  One of the most extreme designs belong to Genji.  After his brother, Hanzo, nearly killed him, he was taken in by Overwatch and given a new body (below).  The experience left the hero embittered and angry, constantly at war with the cybernetics that were now a part of him.

“When designing a skin for this part of Genji’s story, the developers used his outfit to mirror his turbulent state of mind.  They made his armor feel like a mishmash of parts, symbolizing the hero’s struggle to accept what he has becomd.  The use of red throughout the skin also helped ot emphasize his uncontrollable rage.” - The Art of Overwatch, page 233

No date is given, hence why I feel the idea is only implied, but it is not stated.  Again, if you wish to create your own interpretation of this, you are free to do so.

4. Winston crash lands on Earth (no exact date given): this one is very difficult and admittedly extremely loosely incorporated into the final year of Overwatch.  You may interpret it differently.  My reasoning here is that Winston is not present in the Halloween comic, and no specific details are given in the ironically-named “New Details Emerge About Possible Fate of Horizon Lunar Colony” article (https://playoverwatch.com/en-us/blog/20812209).  However, Winston needs to be “present” and part of Overwatch when Tracer returns to the timeline from her accident, so this potentially puts Winston’s landing sometime around the Shimadas’ duel.

5. Uprising: As I described above, I’ve extrapolated that the time since release and the canon-events revealed have some parallels running between them.  Obviously, this is not set 100% in stone.  However, with Uprising, we do know a few things: 

it is Lena’s first mission, so it has to come after her return to the timeline

it features Winston, so he’s either a part of Overwatch now or taking a more active role

it features Winston testing Lena’s chronal accelerator, so it is relatively recent after her return and stabilization

it features Genji before he gets his normal cyborg “skin” 

it features Angela who appears to be testing Genji’s cybernetics

Reinhardt has not yet retired

Jesse is still present and part of Blackwatch

Ana is still present

Gabriel is still present

Overwatch is already under public scrutiny

Director Petras has already suspended Blackwatch activities

It takes place “seven years ago” from 2077.

These are a lot of constraints to place on Uprising, but they do limit us to what is likely the final year of Overwatch.  The teaser tweet for the event can be found here (https://twitter.com/playoverwatch/status/848958308643885056?lang=en) and the blog post can be found here (https://playoverwatch.com/en-us/blog/20696534).   Mid-to-Late 2070 (exact dates unknown) This is where things get very difficult to align, and the majority of events could be effectively rearranged to come before or after each other. 1. Moira recruited to Blackwatch: main source - Moira Origin Story (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ETybQd4uRE)   The newest event at the time of this writing, Moira’s recruitment is constrained by two major things - it must come after Genji joins, and it must happen before Genji and Jesse leave Blackwatch.  Again, if you see Genji’s fight with Hanzo as happening a couple of years before 2070, then yes, this event could come much earlier. The second “part” of this (which I’ve placed several months after her recruitment in the timeline) is that whatever Moira does or “tests” on Gabriel must come after Ana has “died” and separated from the Overwatch team.  Hypothetically, Moira’s “tests” are likely conducted over a period of time, but no matter what, Gabriel’s “final, unmasked appearance” (whatever it is) was never seen by Ana (but hypothetically has been seen by Jack/Soldier: 76).

For the quote that I provided, you can check here (http://segadores-y-soldados.tumblr.com/post/167111711575/moira-preview-new-hero-overwatch-panel) or you can watch the source video yourself:

“Moira Reveal Panel” - quote from Michael Chu (Timestamp: 3:47 https://youtu.be/HsJU3PEk9JY?t=227)

Source for the “Soldier: 24 folder” - http://segadores-y-soldados.tumblr.com/post/167127031445/new-details-on-the-university-map-of-oasis-found

2. Doomfist’s arrest: main source - Doomfist Origin Story (https://youtu.be/vaZfZFNuOpI) Again, no exact date has been given, but there are number of constraints that put this after Uprising:

Tracer is part of the team that arrested him

Winston is part of the team that arrested him (this may come after Winston passes whatever certification test is in the photo in Recall)

Genji appears to have his new cybernetics and may have transferred to Overwatch

Other key members of Overwatch, such as Reinhardt and Torbjörn, are not present and may have retired.

This may come before Moira’s recruitment.  Talon activities at this time period are difficult to suss out correctly.  As Moira’s hero profile implies:

“After Overwatch was disbanded, O'Deorain was forced to turn to unconventional sources of funding. This time, she was invited to join the scientific collective that had founded the city of Oasis. Yet some have whispered that the shadowy Talon organization had already been supporting her for years, aiding her experiments in exchange for utilizing the results for their own purposes.” Moira may have already been working for Talon at this time.  The “organization had already been supporting her for years” overlaps with her recruitment into Blackwatch (no matter where you put it), meaning she may have entered Blackwatch and Overwatch as a Talon agent.  It is also possible that she was approached by Talon AFTER becoming a Blackwatch agent.

This is important - and unfortunately very vague - because our next two points rely on knowing when and how Talon began infiltrating Blackwatch and Overwatch. 3. Amélie’s transformation into Widowmaker (no exact date given): main sources - Widowmaker’s Hero profile (https://playoverwatch.com/en-us/heroes/widowmaker/) and “Legacy” comic (https://comic.playoverwatch.com/en-us/legacy)

The exact timeline of Amélie’s transformation is hard to pin down because so much of it is simply unknown.  We have a few constraints but don’t know the exact time or nature of them:

Her skin and heartrate have been affected by whatever chemicals Talon put in her, turning her blue/purple (and yes, that’s canon and not just “aesthetics” - “then her physiology was altered, drastically slowing her heart, which turned her skin cold and blue and numbed her ability to experience human emotion.”)

However, her Talon skin does not have the blue/purple tint yet, so it’s possible this is a representation of her shortly after she killed Gérard (I suspect Overwatch would’ve been much less casual about letting her return to her husband if she had been, well, literally blue/purple).

It is not known if this process was started before or after Moira joined Blackwatch, but it is incredibly suspicious that a “possibly Talon-affiliated” scientist with knowledge of altering genetics and physiology who is literally shown testing chemicals on her own arm which later turns blue/purple appears in the exact timeframe that Amélie’s transformation begins. The Fall of Overwatch: Late (?) 2070 1. Ana’s “death:” main sources - Ana Origin Story (https://youtu.be/yzFWIw7wV8Q) and “Legacy” comic. For my original discussion on this, check here: http://segadores-y-soldados.tumblr.com/post/159512959195/alright-so-the-subject-of-ana-being-the-source-of Ana’s death was likely a major, major turning point for both Overwatch and Talon.  Again, it’s hard to place because it appears to come after the majority of Amélie’s transformation into Widowmaker, but again, the exact date to place this is unknown.  Many fans originally believed that Ana had “died” much, much earlier in the timeline, like, several years earlier.  However, after Uprising was released and it was revealed that Ana was still present early in the final year, fan theories had to be changed.

It also makes a lot more sense if Ana’s “shoot-off” with Widowmaker occurs very close to the Fall of Overwatch - so close that she was not able to recover in time and return to the organization to help repair any rifts her “death” may have caused.  However, it also has to come before Gabriel’s final transformation or shift into “Reaper,” because Ana does not recognize “what has happened” to him.

It is also a little difficult to sort out, but a major “potential” cause for a rift between Jack and Gabriel could stem from discussions about Ana disobeying orders.  It’s a small detail to catch, but in the “Legacy” comic, Ana deliberately defies orders to evacuate and turns off her communications device, possibly leaving the Strike Team unable to find her location.  However, in the “Old Soldiers” comic, Reaper says that Overwatch “left [Ana] to die,” which seems to contradict the point that she disobeyed evac orders.  I know many fans don’t like the idea of the fallout between Gabriel/Reaper and Jack/Soldier: 76 being over a miscommunication, but it seems entirely plausible that Jack returned from the mission without Ana, claiming she had ignored his orders, and that Gabriel had accused him of abandoning her. Again, this is my interpretation of the events presented.  Reading between the lines, especially with such large gaps in the plot, is a difficult task and you may choose to interpret things differently. 2. Events with unknown dates: there are three events that have no set dates but occur near or close to the Fall of Overwatch, or at least must occur after certain other points.  These are: 2.1 Genji leaves Overwatch: this must occur after he participates in the arrest of Doomfist. 2.2 Jesse leaves Blackwatch: this must occur after Uprising and Moira’s recruitment (bare minimum), and must occur after “the infighting” within Blackwatch had begun (McCree’s Hero profile: https://playoverwatch.com/en-us/heroes/mccree/).  Direct quote: “McCree appreciated the flexibility afforded to the clandestine Blackwatch, unhindered by bureaucracy and red tape. But as Overwatch's influence waned, rogue elements within Blackwatch sought to bring down the organization and turn it to their own ends. Wanting no part of the infighting, McCree set off alone and went underground.” 2.3 The “Venice incident:” an unknown event alluded to in Moira’s Hero profile, in which her presence in Blackwatch is revealed (Moira’s Hero profile: https://playoverwatch.com/en-us/heroes/moira/).  Direct quote: “Her employment was a closely kept secret, until it was uncovered during inquiries following the Venice incident. Many high-ranking Overwatch officials disavowed all knowledge of her affiliation with them.”  This is significant because a major Talon leader - Vialli - works in Venice and appears (briefly and much later) during the events of the “Masquerade” comic.

These events have no set dates and no particular order.  Michael Chu has stated that McCree and Genji kept in touch after leaving Blackwatch separately, but no dates are given for that.   3. “What happened to you?”/“It was a conspiracy:” Main sources:

Reaper’s Hero profile: https://playoverwatch.com/en-us/heroes/reaper/

Soldier: 76′s Hero profile: https://playoverwatch.com/en-us/heroes/soldier-76/

Soldier: 76 Origin Story: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=byhvUmpAA9c

“Fading Glory: On the Trail of Jack Morrison”: https://playoverwatch.com/en-us/blog/19809396/

Moira Origin Story: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ETybQd4uRE

Nesskain’s (the artist of the Moira Origin Story video) response to how Gabriel is feeling about the shadows: https://twitter.com/nesskain/status/926674887615188992

Moira Reveal Panel at 2017 Blizzcon: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsJU3PEk9JY

“Old Soldiers” comic: https://comic.playoverwatch.com/en-us/ana-old-soldiers

“Are you with us?” Recall message: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pwFu8kEsUW4

And now Here we are. I’ve put these two events side-by-side because it’s incredibly likely that they’re linked in some way.  The exact nature of their connections are still unknown, as are their dates. Hypothetically, by the time Genji and Jesse leave, “whatever happened” to Gabriel has not yet occurred.  That said, Michael Chu has stated that Jesse McCree has not seen Gabriel/Reaper in the current plotline, but that, if they were to meet, McCree “would known [sic] that Reaper was Reyes if he encountered him” (https://www.reddit.com/r/Overwatch/comments/6b63j3/ama_request_michael_chu/dhlepud/).  In other places, Michael has stated that the only people who recognize that Gabriel is Reaper are Jack, Ana, and Sombra (this is prior to the release of Doomfist and Moira).  Direct quote: “So far: Ana and Jack (when they encountered him in Old Soldiers) and Sombra (because she Knows Things). “Even with everything that's happened to Reyes, Ana and Jack would be able to recognize him immediately, given all their close experience serving together over the years. “(To make it extra confusing: it gets a little more complicated in-game because we chose to have some non-canon interactions because I think it's more interesting to have Reinhardt take out Reaper and say, "Traitor!" than to accurately reflect that he doesn't know Reaper's true identity. But as I've said before, events in game shouldn't be considered strictly canon.)” - Michael Chu (https://us.battle.net/forums/en/overwatch/topic/20753735625#post-13) So we’ve come to a few constraints on Gabriel’s “appearance:”

Jack/Soldier: 76 knows that Gabriel is Reaper by the time of “Old Soldiers,” if not beforehand.

Ana recognizes him by demeanor and personality, but is horrified by his appearance when she unmasks him in “Old Soldiers.”

Despite having worked with him for the same amount of time as Ana, Reinhardt canonically does not know who “Reaper” is, but would recognize him if he encountered him.

Jesse McCree canonically does not know who “Reaper” is, but would recognize him if he encountered him.

Interestingly, Widowmaker does not know who “Reaper” is.

Winston does not appear to know who “Reaper” is.

Genji may or may not know who “Reaper” is.

It is important to note that, by the time of the explosion at the Swiss Watchpoint, the majority of these characters are not present in Overwatch anymore.  Ana, Reinhardt, Jesse, Amélie (if she ever was close to the Overwatch agents), and Genji have all left.  Winston, presumably, is at Watchpoint: Gibraltar.  The locations of characters like Torbjörn, Angela, and Lena are unknown.

That leaves three possible “major characters” at the Swiss Watchpoint at the time of the explosion: Gabriel Reyes, Jack Morrison, and potentially Moira O’Deorain.  Her direct involvement in this event is unknown. According to the “Fading Glory” article, both Gabriel and Jack were seen by witnesses as being present in the Watchpoint before the explosion.  Soldier: 76 confirms this in his Origin Story.  Reaper confirms that he too was present at the base in the “Old Soldiers” comic.

What is significant is that Nesskain has confirmed that Gabriel is “scared” when what appears to be his final transformation is occurring (in the presence of Moira), yet for some reason, he specifically blames Jack and Overwatch for “what happened to him.”

Ana: “What happened to you...?”

Reaper: “He did this to me, Ana.  They left me to become this thing...”

Ana: “Gabriel...”

Reaper: “They left you to die.  They left me to suffer...”

Reaper: “...Never forget that.”

Reaper’s explanation in “Old Soldiers” is fascinating because it appears to be in direct contrast with information given to us in “Legacy” (Ana chose to turn off her comms) and the Moira Origin Story (Gabriel approached her for recruitment, Moira either created or enhanced his genetic mutations, resulting in his “Reaper” powers and/or current appearance/state of existence). It’s incredibly difficult to say how closely together Gabriel’s shift and the Swiss Watchpoint explosion occurred, or how much they are directly related, but it seems likely they are linked in some way.  At the very least, Reaper links “being left behind (to suffer)” by Jack/Soldier: 76 and Overwatch with the explanation for his current (2076) state of existence.

Again, I will leave you to formulate whatever interpretation or conclusion you want. Conclusion You don’t have to use this timeline. I’ve provided every major source that I have for this “final year of Overwatch” - watch them, read them, form your own interpretations, do whatever you want.  If your biggest issue is where I’ve placed things, go ahead and rearrange your own puzzle pieces. However, you should keep in mind an important quote from Michael Chu: “One of the things that we really like doing with Overwatch is playing with perspective.  We utilize perspective when we tell stories about what characters are thinking, what their goals are - and we have a lot of unreliable narrators.  We want people to pay careful attention to what characters think about in particular situations.  We want them to use their judgement and knowlege of a character’s thoughts to come up with their own ideas about the universe.” - Thinking Globally (Timestamp: 34:35 https://youtu.be/bj56ejM5EcU?t=2075) Not only are many of the points in the timeline effectively “freefloating” (aka, they have no exact dates, or hell, not even exact months or years), they are also complicated by the matter of unreliable narrators and biased perspectives.  The Moira Origin Story gives us a crucial clue to Gabriel/Reaper’s story, but the narration in the video is all told to us by Moira.  I am personally infinitely grateful for the Moira Reveal Panel and Nesskain’s comments on his own art because they provide us with very significant clues that are from outsiders looking in.  That is, they are not tinted with biases or unreliability.  

After going through the new clues on Oasis, as well as listening to the Moira Reveal Panel and seeing Nesskain’s comments, I have revised a lot of my initial ideas on her, Gabriel, and Jack.  At the moment, I’m waiting to see if we get any in-game interactions between her and Reaper when she is released to the PTR later. For now, this my interpretation of the Fall of Overwatch.

[freshwatercroisant-blog]

Junkrat X Reader: The Bomb!

Here’s my first fan fiction for the blog. Some fluff, SFW. Might be a little too long, sorry ;-;

I hope you enjoy!

The sound of your sneakers and Mercy’s heels filled the medical bay as she finished up the last bits of your physical. This was the last step to becoming a member of Overwatch – something you’ve wanted to be part of ever since it was mentioned to you. It has heartbreaking when they disbanded, but the news of them joining back together once more was all the encouragement you needed! Excitement rushed through your body as Mercy set the rather overstuffed folder down by her computer.

“Everything looks good, _____,” She gave you a warm smile. “I’m glad to see so much energy coming from a new recruit.”

“My physical, it went well?” You asked, almost not believing her joyous tone.

“Of course. I just need to put everything in the system and you’ll be good to go.” She sat down and began leafing through the papers. “Now, if you go towards the front of the building, Morrison should be waiting for you. He’ll show you to your room. I believe your boxes have already been moved.” You nodded and thanked her, quickly walking out of the room.

Long hallways and an abundance of doors made the building seem like a labyrinth, you thought. The natural light pouring in through the large windows took away the enclosed feeling of it. Mercy had told you that the building was constructed to room all of the Overwatch members, as well as providing a dining area, a training area, and a shooting range to accommodate everyone’s needs. You were excited to meet everyone!

“Ah, _____,” Morrison acknowledged you as you walked up to him. “Follow me, I’ll show you to your room.” He adjusted his jacket and headed down the hall.

The walk was rather quiet; you could already tell he was a man of few words. You did attempt to make small talk, mentioning how much you looked up to the Overwatch crew even after they disbanded. That seemed to make him go even quieter, if that was possible. He replied in nothing more than hums and grunts.

“Here’s your room. The junker boys brought your boxes in, but uh…” He trailed off as you opened your door. You looked back, waiting for him to finish. “Just check your boxes to make sure everything’s there. We’ll be having lunch soon, you know how to get to –”

“I know, I know,” You assured him. “Thank you, Mr. Morrison. Training after lunch, correct?”

“Yes,” He answered, closing your door. You turned around to grab a thin jacket when you heard him open the door back up. “Also, just ‘Morrison’ is fine.” He said through the crack, leaving soon after.

You made your way to the cafeteria, and as you approached the double doors, you could hear some yelling. Nervousness crept up your spine, accompanied with chills, but you braced yourself and opened the left door, only to have the right one slammed open by an angry-looking cowboy who adorned a lovely shade of mashed potatoes across his chest in a sloppy splatter.

“Oi, McCree! Wait!” The charred Australian caught your eye as he cackled, “Don’t you wanna play ‘hot potato’ anymore?” He busted out in laughter once more, only to earn a shove from the heavier-set masked man beside him.

Morrison caught your attention with a throaty yell. “Jamison!” He stomped over to the lanky man. “I told you to set an example for the new –”

“Hiya!” The troublemaker waved excitedly at you as he interrupted the angry man. You weren’t too sure if you were to wave back or not as Morrison glanced over to see you almost frozen in place. Assuming that ignorance was the best option, you shoved your hands in your pockets and walked as quickly as you could manage to grab yourself a tray of food.

Before you had a chance to sit down, you could hear the same Australian yelling for you. Looking over to the source, you could see him violently shaking his arms in the air, gesturing you to come over. You decided that it would be best to see what he wanted before he dislocated his shoulders.

“Hello there,” You greeted awkwardly, still standing in front of them. “Is there something you needed?”

“Yeah, yeah, si’down! Take a seat!” He waved his hand at the chair across from him. You looked around, and with Morrison out of your sight, you decided it couldn’t hurt to at least try to talk to them. “Name’s Junkrat, mate,” He smiled a toothy grin that was somewhere between manic and goofy. “This is m’pal, Roadhog! Say hi, Roadie!” The larger man sighed heavily and raised his hand slightly.

“_____,” You replied. “I, uh – are you two the ‘junkers’?” You guessed, using the lanky man’s name as a clue.

“The two and only!” He cackled again. “We’re the ones who carried all your stuff to y’new room!” He posed heroically, causing a small giggle to come from you.

“Oh, ah, thanks guys, I appreciate it,” You began eating.

“You excited for training?!” Junkrat asked, almost to excitedly.

“Well, I’m still new, so I’m nervous,” You cleared your throat. “I don’t know who I’ll be working with yet. Morrison said it’ll be randomized.”

“Ah, don’t worry, darl’! After all, you’ll probably end up with one or both of us. We’re a force to be reckoned with, we are,” He nudged Roadhog, earning a nod. You nodded as well, still not too sure of what to say, and continued eating.

“Alright, before we start, I’m sure the news has reached all of you; this is our new recruit, _____.” Morrison gestured to you. “_____ has already had some prerequisite training, but it wouldn’t kill you guys to provide a little guidance.” He pulled out an envelope and announced the teams.

“Tracer, Lucio, _____, Junkrat, Reinhardt, Hanzo. You’ll be defending.” You saw Junkrat’s expression fall when he realized his friend’s name wasn’t announced with his own. “Roadhog, myself, McCree, Mercy, Pharah, and D. Va will be attacking. Get to your assigned area and we’ll begin.”

You followed your team, listening to them as they explained what they can do for the team. Strategics were key and the main focus; Junkrat had you following him, showing you where he was putting his traps and bombs. He seemed rather serious after getting into a battle setting.

“You got y’self an explosive weapon there, mate,” He looked at your gun as you rolled your eyes at his pun. It was a bit smaller than Morrison’s but fired the same. “We’ll make a great team!”

You smiled at his energy. You didn’t think someone would take you under their wing so quickly. You nodded to him as you heard the countdown begin.

Rather than sticking by Junkrat’s side as he suggested, you found yourself practically glued to Reinhardt’s side, finding comfort in being behind his shield. He teased you about it and would continuously make comments about how fearless you should be, as he was in his youth. Your team was doing fairly well, considering the objective was only contested two times.

Time was running out and the other team began gaining on yours. Reinhardt’s shield kept breaking and Lucio was attacking more than healing. You found yourself hiding around a corner alone until you heard the familiar uneven footsteps of Junkrat.

“Ah, love! Whaddaya doin’ over here? I thought they blew you up…” He was panting and covered in more soot than before. You looked at him, almost terrified. “You know it’s not legitimate ammo, right? We’re training. It’s just a really painful paintball game!” He chuckled, showing you his side that was covered in streaks of blue paint and bruises. You felt a great weight lifted off of your shoulders, as you reloaded. “Now, don’t go runnin’ out there like a dummy, you’ll… blow it!” You shot him a look that told him to cut the puns, but he brushed it off and urged you to follow him with a sly grin on his face.

“The others are gaining on us bad, _____,” Junkrat hummed, a metal finger tapping his chin. “Nothing’s gone explodey.”

“I don’t know how to get them off of there!” You hissed, thinking he meant for you to fix the problem and knowing that this was no time for his puns.

“But I do!” His sing-song voice certainly concerned you as he grabbed the tire from his back and set it on its side. “Get ready for a shock…”

You watched in amazement as he pulled a chain from the tire, sending it flying from the balcony-like area you two were on, just barely hidden from the other team. It quickly exploded, covering Morrison, Roadhog, D. Va and McCree in red paint.

You looked over at Junkrat, your jaw hanging open. “Oh – oh my god,” You started giggling. “That was AWESOME!” You shouted, bursting into laughter. You fell onto your ass and held your sides; seeing the oh-so-serious Morrison yelling angrily at the final move of the junker was too much. Junkrat’s eyes lit up from your compliment and excitement, and he joined in with the laughter as you two jumped down.

Junkrat approached Roadhog with you beside him and caution thrown through the window. “Hey big guy, how’s about a hug from – ACK!” Roadhog grabbed both of you, smearing red paint all over the front of both of you. More laughter ensued as the others began to walk back to the base, shaking their heads.

The three of you walked back together as Junkrat shared his experience with his friend.

“Oh, and Roadie, the – the look on that cheeky bastard’s face! Ha! I knocked that stupid hat right off his head, didn’t I, _____?” You nodded with laughter still making its way through your curled lips. Junkrat didn’t seem to be as bad as his first impression may have implied. He just liked to have a good laugh, it seemed.

After you got cleaned up, you were out your door and headed to dinner when a robotic arm was slung over your shoulders. “I really gotta say, you still did pretty good for your first session,” Junkrat wiggled his brows at you.

“I’ll get better,” You laughed, swatting his arm away.

“I really mean it!”

“I’m sure you do.”

A smug grin was on your face the whole time he tried to give you a compliment.

“Y’know, _____, I’m just tryin’ to tell you how well y’did out there,” He pouted as you two made your way to the table, Roadhog already well into his meal. “Wasn’t she great, Roadie?!” Even the silent man gave you a thumbs up.

“Well,” You started nonchalantly, ready to return a compliment in a way that only he could appreciate. “I might have been good, but… you, Junkrat… were the bomb.”

And not the biggest explosion could compare to how much his face lit up the moment the shitty pun left your lips.

He exchanged wide-eyed glances between you and Roadhog, his almost unhinged jaw curling into that goofy smile. He bounced in his seat like a child restlessly awaiting to open a gift. “You – You really mean that, darl’?” He waited for your comfirmation.

“Yeah, you really blew away the competition,” You added. He hunched over and laughed so hard you thought he was going to fall onto the floor. Roadhog chuckled at the interactions between the two of you. “Too much?” You giggled.

Junkrat straightened himself up, wiping a tear from his eye. “No, no, that’s perfect,” He replied, slinging his arm around you again as his laughter settled.

While you all finished up dinner, Junkrat was finding every excuse in the book to have some kind of physical contact with you. Lightly punching your arm, to pointing at something on you, you name it. You couldn’t help but feel comfortable around him, and Roadhog as well.

As you got up to leave, Roadhog whispered something to Junkrat and promptly left, leaving you and the lanky blonde behind. “So, eh… I’ll walk you to y’room?” He suggested. You hesitated, but agreed, jokingly putting your arm around his when he offered it. You feel that Morrison had the wrong idea about the adorable dork.

You made it to your room and you opened the door, Junkrat mindlessly following you in when you left a lingering touch on his arm. You turned to close the door and came face to face with him. “H-Hey there,” You chuckled, stepping back a bit. He laughed nervously and took a step back as well, putting his head down as if to apologize.

“Well, ah… I’ll be going,” He pointed to the door behind him. He turned on his heel and grabbed the door knob.

“Hey, Junkrat?” You started.

“Yes?” He turned around almost too quickly.

You opened your mouth to say something, but got trapped by his deep, amber eyes. “Oh, I – Thanks. Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it,” You took a step towards him, butterflies and bravery filling your chest. “I got more scared than nervous.” You admitted, your face feeling flushed.

“Me too,” He mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear. He jumped a bit as if he didn’t expect for those words to leave his mouth.

“Why would you have been nervous?” You smiled, unsure of what either of you were going to do next.

“You’re quite the bombshell y’self, _____,” He grinned. You giggled at his compliment but quickly stopped, not realizing how close you two were. You looked up at him, your face only a few inches from his. You felt his metal hand brush against yours, and you cautiously reached your hand to hold it, using that as a chance to move a little closer.

You looked down from his eyes and muttered an apology, pulling your hand away from his as your courage faded. “I’m sorry if this is weird, I know we just met, and…” Your voice trailed off when he grabbed your hand again, this time intertwining his fingers with yours. He gazed into your eyes as you looked back up at him, almost hypnotized by the warmth they provided.

It seemed like forever had passed, leaving you two alone with only the sounds of quiet breathing to fill the silence. You leaned in ever so slowly, feeling the heat radiating from his body. He dipped his head down and gently pressed his chapped lips against yours. It was chaste, to your surprise; you hadn’t expected such intimate behavior from the same man who is normally robust and yelling around about explosions and puns. Your lips parted slightly as he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” Junkrat rubbed his thumbs across your hands as he spoke uncharacteristically softly.

“Not in the slightest,” You mused. Your arms snaked around his sides as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. “Makes for an interesting first day if anything.” You smirk against his freckled skin as a laugh rumbled through his chest.

“Whaddaya say we hang out sometime, then?” Junkrat stepped back, still holding one of your hands. “I think I might like you or somethin’,” A contagious grin made its way onto his face.

“I’d say that’s a bomb-ass idea.”

[zenjestrr]

if I’m gonna be honest though, until we get more healers and tanks, one tricks should be banned from comp (not across all modes, just competitive) if they refuse to adapt to what the team needs. it’s cool to main heroes but if you refuse to play anybody else but Genji or Tracer or Hanzo or whatever (aka some of the most popular characters in the game), you WILL run into games where that character gets taken before you get to pick. so now, you’re dead weight to your team cuz you can’t play anything else at whatever skill rating you’re at everybody that plays competitive should know how to play at least 2 heroes in each category. not only will you not be useless to your team in the event someone took your main but it’ll also open your eyes to what the other roles are doing and the stresses they have to go through.  There was this one dps main (it’s always a dps main) who I got paired up with 2 weeks ago who literally could not play anything else outside of Soldier, Genji, Junkrat, and Tracer. but all 4 of those heroes were picked and we needed a healer (specifically a Mercy) and I sure as hell wasn’t doing it cuz I was the only tank. so this guy picked Mercy for the first time since launch, according to him. Throughout the game he started making comments about how he never knew how stressful solo-healing was and didn’t realize certain aspects of the game that are only really apparent when you’re a healer. he said playing Mercy that match made him more aware of his surroundings and what his teammates were doing, which in turn will end up making him a better player. if you stick to one hero you tend to get blindsided and only focus on what you are doing (and then blame your team for not covering your mistakes)

[mysteriousdreaming]

A Little Fall Of Rain [12/?]

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Sorry this chapter took so long, and sorry its so short! I just wanted to do a small update to get myself back into the story. Life has been pretty crazy recently so thanks for all the lovely comments, I now think I'm back in a place where i can start writing symmrat regularly again!

Another knife sailed through the air, slicing easily into the thin paper that had been pinned on the dartboard on the other side of the room. Winston's cheery face smiled back, knives ranging from butter knives to a large meat cleaver scavenged from the kitchen sticking out of the photos eyes, nose and various other features. Junkrat reached to the side of him and picked up another blade. To say he was pissed off at the large primate would be an understatement. He was furious. He was lying alone in his room with a drip once again attached to his arm while the team had gone out on a mission leaving him all alone.

If he was completely honest he wasn’t surprised. He knew that his previous mission was probably his last for quite a while, and that another 3 days of hell had been looming on the horizon, but he couldn't help but feel cast aside. He’d tried to convince Hog or even Mercy to at least stay with him so his boredom wouldn’t drive him more insane than last time. He tried pleading, threatening and even begging, but the fat ball of fluff had firmly stated that due to the status of the mission (and the status of the company behind it meaning possible future funding) everyone had to go.

Well, everyone except him. Obviously.

He tried to convince himself that the mission sounded extremely boring anyway, just sitting and guarding something in an Egyptian museum. But he couldn’t help but feel it also seemed like an annoyingly good opportunity for some thieving and and general snooping about.

He’d also assumed that the doctor had now told Winston about his condition, if the sympathetic looks he had recently gotten from the ape were anything to go by. He wished that he could just ignore it and get on with his life, but having someone else know-who wasn’t Roady or Mercy-felt wrong. He'd talked to Hog about it during the week when the old mercenary had been in a fairly good mood in an attempt to get it off his chest. His large friend had told him that even if no one else at the watch point ever found out, since Winston was 'The Boss’ he had to know. If he didn't, he could end up assigning him to risky positions on missions, possibly putting the Junker, and the others, in danger.

So he was left bored out of his mind locked in his room with only Athena for company. She was better than nothing,he had to admit, although the disembodied voice of a bot being the only other thing in the large facility in the event of an attack made him slightly uncomfortable.

That and the fact that Doctor Ziegler and Winston had had instructed Athena to lock the door (and windows) in his room in order to prevent another...escape.

He stretched out on his bed with an annoyed sigh, arching his back and letting out a yawn “Athena?”

It didn't take long for the female voice to reply

“Yes Mr Junkrat?” He always got a chuckle out of how stupid ‘Mr Junkrat’ sounded, but he sure as hell wasn't going to give a bot his real name (although he was sure that the computer could easily find it if she wanted to, after all his wanted posters were surly plastered all over the internet and he vaguely remembered filling it in on the mountains of paperwork Winston got him to fill out when he was first hired).

“Can you let me out?”

“I’m afraid I cannot. My instructions from winston were very clear, do not let Junkrat out of his room under any circumstances.”

Jamison groaned, angrily glaring at the ceiling “So, If there's a fire, or if Talon descend on the watchpoint like angry feral Dingos on a fresh corpse, I'm meant to just sit here like a melon?”

“That’s an obvious exception. In the case of an emergency the locks will be disabled and you will be encouraged to find safety.”

His frown twisted into a devilish grin. So he would be free in an emergency ay? All he’d need was a smoke bomb and a detonator. Or a lighter…

“Any attempts to deliberately set off the alarms will be met with severe punishment and possible discharge from the watchpoint or Overwatch as a whole.” Junkrat jumped as the female voice seemed to almost read his thoughts.

“Aww, fuck off! You’re no fun Athena” he whined, stretching back out on his bed with a huff

“My job is to protect Overwatches Agents, not to be ‘fun’.”

The AI had a point. A really annoying one, but a point. Freedom really wasn't worth the risk of getting kicked out of Overwatch either. Where else would he find free food, water and some pretty nice people who had his back? Not in the outback that’s for sure, and on the streets he was still a ‘wanted man’ with police breathing down his neck constantly.

With his escape plan thwarted before it even began he was back to being bored out of his mind. He tried to entertain himself with the handheld ‘gaming’...thing….that Hana had lent him, but quickly got bored with all the games he had available. The girl was such a high level on them all that without knowing how to play he quickly became frustrated with dying over and over again, and he didn’t dare restart them and face Hana’s wrath.

His gaze drifted around the room before it landed on Symm’s broken alarm clock. He’d offered to have a look at it for her, insisting that since she helped him fix his leg it was the least he could do. She’d told him it would be easier to buy a new one, but gave it to him anyway, saying he could keep it for scraps if he couldn't fix it. Even that small gesture made him smile.

It was an old style, one that wound up at the back, and he was excited to open it up and to see how it ticked. He grabbed a screwdriver and undid the screws on the back, eagerly inspecting the gears and small, intricate parts. The more he thought about it the more he realised how much the clock suited the orderly woman's personality. All the parts were extremely delicate and fragile, placed together in just the right way. It was easy to ‘wind up’, but the end product worked perfectly and smoothly for the task it was made for, every piece had its place and worked in perfectly. And when it was put together it was quite beautiful.

He stopped, putting down the screwdriver and the cog he was messing with. Where the hell did that thought come from? Of Course he knew Symm was attractive, he couldn't deny that. Her long black hair fell over her shoulders perfectly, and her eyes sparkled like liquid gold under the workshop lights, but he wouldn't have normally called her beautiful.

Would he?

He tried to shake the thought out of his head and go back to work on the clock, but it remained nagging in the back of his mind.

He didn’t like Symmetra...did he?

He saw her as a friend, obviously, but as more? He’d really began to love just sitting in the workshop with her, just the two of them focusing on their own projects. It was nice just being around her. But he still didn’t know if she even liked being around him. Sometimes it would be just like they were best buds, but then other times he felt that she just saw him as some filthy savage.

He let out a sigh, going back to the clock. Even if he did like her, she probably wouldn't like dirty junker like him.

[dabbledrabbleprose]

Would 4 with zenyatta and junkrat be okay? I don't find a lot of works with those two in it, and when I do it always just becomes junkrat being pulled off zen or genji be someone bigger

Great prompt, anon! I had a lot of fun with this one, and it was great getting a chance to write these two! Enjoy!

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“We’re designed to be disposable.”

 It was only for one month, Winston had assuredthe agents currently residing at Watchpoint Gibraltar. Their demolitionsexpertise and familiarity with the Australian Outback would be essential forthe upcoming mission. The alliance was definitely a temporary one. Despite hisreassurances, the majority of the recalled Overwatch agents had been quick toprotest hiring the two wanted criminals Mako “Roadhog” Rutledge and Jamison “Junkrat”Fawkes. They were dangerous, unhinged, and the exact opposite of what the newOverwatch was supposed to be. Desperate times called for desperate measures,Winston had solemnly stated amid the protests. In the meantime, it wasrecommended that the team find a good balance between keeping an eye on theunscrupulous duo and also not upsetting them enough that they would considerbailing on the mission. Or something else even more…unpredictable.

The dynamic pair hadn’t made it two days beforethey had caused an altercation. Zenyatta had been in the communal recreationroom when the pair had made their opinions on the continued existence of omnicsquite clear, with the heavily implication that Zenyatta would look significantlybetter in pieces scattered in a scrapyard. Zenyatta had been quite flatteredwhen all present had sprung to his defense, and had been grateful that theJunkers had decided to retreat instead of escalate the situation further,though they left with a very clear parting threat as to Zenyatta’s wellbeing.

Ever since, a member of the team had been byhis side, day or night, serving as his unspoken, unofficial bodyguard. They haddone their best to make it seem innocuous, of course. Lena begging that Zentell her everything about the monastery in Nepal, Lucio asking him to sit andlisten to his new compositions, Hana insisting that he simply must watch the new video game she wasplaying, all carefully calculated so that Zenyatta was never once left alone.And Genji, bless him, his brightest student and dearest friend was with him sooften he had become a second shadow.

Zenyatta was honored, truly he was, that hisnew and old friends cared so deeply about his safety, but after a solid week ofpersistent companionship, their constant attentions were becoming a bit…much. Itwas when Genji had become stressed enough by the whole situation that hestarted having trouble sleeping that Zenyatta decided enough was finallyenough. Avoiding a problem didn’t solve it, and he had always been willing towelcome some adversity in his life.

Besides, Tekhartha Zenyatta could take care ofhimself, thank you very much.

He was able to slip away from hisself-proclaimed guards when Fareeha had left him alone to change into her gymclothes. Zen would have to apologize to her later, and suggest that perhaps agame of basketball would be more fun with two small teams, instead of one onone with the two of them. Genji was hopefully getting some much needed rest,but Zen took care to avoid their usual meditation spots, just in case. Instead,he passed conspicuously by the garage that the Junkers had claimed as theirown, preferring to camp out by their motorcycle instead of stay inside theWatchpoint’s spare bedrooms with everyone else. He took his time, making itclear that he was alone, then went to meditate by the cliff side, overlookingthe sea.

It was fourteen minutes before Zen’s audiosensors heard the telltale sound of a rat come sniffing at the bait, thoughthere was no sign of his porcine friend. The man seemed to be making an attemptat stealth, but his improvised peg leg and the muffled sound of repressed manicgiggling did little to assist him.

“I dearly hope that you are here to meditatewith me,” Zenyatta stated calmly, turning his head to watch Junkrat from thecorner of his optics. “It would be a most pleasant surprise and I would enjoythe change in company.”

“Only one got one surprise for you, y’piece ofjunk!” he crowed. He clutched some sort of home-made grenade launcher in hishands and cackled as the device lobbed an apple-sized spherical explosive atZenyatta. The sphere appeared to have no fuse, likely designed to explode onimpact, so Zen twisted his metal body to one side, as graceful as a dancer, andlet the bomb sail past him and over the edge of the cliff, a painted smileyface beaming at Zen as it flew past and vanished into the sea far below.

“A well-aimed shot,” Zen commented, watchingthe explosion unfurl beneath the waves, the splash of water still dwarfed bythe vast size and scope of the ocean. “If I had not moved, that likely wouldhave struck my chest.”

“There’s more where that came from!” Withanother manic laugh, Junkrat launched a whole volley of explosives at him, bombafter bomb launching toward him, some aimed impeccably directly at him, othersflung wildly to either side of him, making the entire cliff side dangerous.

Zenyatta flowed like water around the grenades,gracefully avoiding the bombs flung his way until he found three coming at himat once, just far enough apart that he couldn’t dodge all three. Withoutbreaking form, he dodged the first, then reached out and caught the other two,one bomb in each hand, spinning as he did so, redirecting their energy and keepingtheir momentum going so they wouldn’t register the catch as an impact totrigger. After a complete spin, his orbs twirling around his neck with him, hereleased the explosives, sending the last two flying out toward the sea.

Junkrat scowled at him, frag launcher empty. “Oi.Ain’t you supposed to be some kind of monk? Didn’t think you’d put up this muchof a fight.”

Zen settled back into a relaxed position, legstucked up beneath him as he floated idly. “As much as I appreciate youroptimistic opinion of my pacifism, I must admit I am quite proficient in theart of Tai chi, meeting Yin with Yang and redirecting the flow of negativeenergy. Now that you appear to be out of ammunition, would you care to join me?The view is quite lovely.”

The Junker appeared less than inclined toaccept his invitation, giving a snarl instead and lunging for him, metal fistleading. It would have been easy to slide out of the way, but then Junkratwould have been following his bombs over the edge of the cliff, and Zen trulywished no ill upon the agitated man. Instead he deflected the punch with onearm, catching the back of Junkrat’s soot-stained head and helped to guide hismomentum in a direction that sent the man off balance. After that, it was aneasy motion to get him to pivot on his peg leg and make him lose his balanceentirely, sending him sprawling onto his back with a soft thump.

“I would humbly request that we end this beforeone of us does something regrettable.” Zenyatta hummed softly. “If you wouldlike, you may join me for meditation. Otherwise, you are welcome to follow yourown path, provided that it does not involve either of us going over the edge ofthis cliff.”

Junkrat was somewhat less calm.

“You’re junk, you know that?” The man spatvenomously from the ground. “You’re just floating trash, waiting to find yourscrapheap! Garbage! You’re a model of millions, designed to be disposable!”

Zenyatta eased backward, giving the Junker thespace to stand, if he chose.

“An interesting observation,” he remarked,redirecting the words as easily as the punch. “Are we not all designed to bedisposable?”

“Wot are you going on about?” Junkrat grumbled,getting to his feet.

“You are quite correct. I was initially builtas a service drone, to be used and replaced once I became irrelevant, or once Ihad outlived my usefulness.” Zen inclined his head, giving Junkrat a closelook. “Does the same not apply to you, Mr. Fawkes? What happened when theAustralian omnium exploded, destroying your home? Did your government not decideyou were disposable and abandon you?”

“Oi, who needs a government anyway?” Junkrathalf-heartedly brushed the dirt from his already dirty clothes. “A little anarchynever hurt nobody.”

“And what of your safe haven?” Zen pressed. “Didyour queen think you were disposable when she banished you to the wastes?”

Junkrat looked up at him sharply, eyesnarrowing. “Now, how do you know about that?”

“We are all designed to be disposable under thehands of those who wish to control us,” the monk continued, breezing past thequestion. “However, it is the destiny we choose for ourselves that makes us whowe are and who we will become. We are only as disposable as we allow ourselvesto be.”

A look of confusion crossed Junkrat’s face.

“You seem to have found some purpose with yourexpertise in demolitions. As for myself, once I embraced the teachings of theIris-”

Confusion turned to rage as something insideJunkrat snapped.

“You can take your bloody Iris and get stuffed,you drongo!” The Junker turned on his good heel and stormed away withoutanother word, leaving Zenyatta staring after him with surprise.

Alas. It was unfair to try and teach a fish tofly, and it seemed the same held true with rats. Zen watched his retreatingback curiously, wondering what exactly set him off, and if he could still finda way to help the complicated man during his brief stay. With a sigh ofwhirring cybernetics, he turned back to the sea, grateful for the opportunityto get some restful meditation at last.

 Epilogue:

Bloody piece of scrap. Who does he think he is?Trying to act all chummy and confusing before pulling out that load of toshabout the Iris? Junkrat was no fool. He’d been in the ruins of the destroyedomnium before the Junkers looted it to hell and back. He’d looked into theheart of the Iris and seen it for what it really was.

Omnics couldn’t be trusted. The Iris couldn’tbe trusted. Anyone who did was in for a rude awakening. Junkrat would be therewhen it happened.

There was always profit to be made in chaos.