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kakusu-shipping · 4 years

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Overwatch Self-Insert plots

Ah yes, can’t breath, can’t see, perfect time to write down the overarching Multi Universe plot that is my Overwatch Self-Inserts.

This post is gonna be just like my DR SI post from the other day, only without drawings cause all my F/Os from Overwatch are Omnics and I can’t draw and also I’m like 70% blind rn so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

All of my Self-Inserts stem from the same baseline story, and branch off depending on certain plot points. I’ll cut off at branches as necessary. To anyone who cares enough to read, good luck following along. And thankyou.

Before the Omnic Crisis, my family operated a large branch of Omnic engineering and repairs, engineering many of the modern Omnic servant models, and offering near perfect repair services. I was raised in the Omnic crisis, and still mastered Omnic repair and care.

After a peace agreement passed in the USA, my family’s business went under, as the creation of new Omnics was considered illegal. And while they could still run a repair service for Omnics, they grew a hateful bias twords Omnics and refused service to any non-servant Omnics.

I, however, saw my work on Omnic repairs closer to that of a Doctor than a Mechanic. I didn’t agree with my family’s refusal to help Omnics unless they were owned like property. So, I made a plan to leave. (Branch begin)

Option A:

Pack up all I own and head across Country, serving and caring for Omnics I find injusticed.

Upon leaving my home in Kentucky, I traveled West blindly, eventually landing on Route 66, right in the middle of a gang fight.

I’ll admit, I’m short. It’s no surprise the Cowboy styled gang assumed as I was a child. It is surprising, however, that they cared enough to have the large Omnic, BOB, stop attacking to grab me and take me to cover.

When the Gang returned to the hide-out the Omnic had carried me too, I had already finished repairing any bullet wounds he’d taken while running off. I thanked them for saving my life, and apologized for getting in the way. In return I repaired their other injured Omnics as I explained my situation.

Both Ashe and McCree invited me to stay in Deadlocke. I may not have the firepower the rest of the gang had, but my engendering was top notch, and it turns out poor BOB takes a lot of hits.

I was more than happy to find somewhere my skills could be helpful, even if it meant I had to dress like a Cowboy. (End branch)

Option B:

Steal enough money from my family and purchase a plane ticket to the Omnic Monk village in Nepal to learn from Mondatta.

I am shit at directions.

Despite landing in Nepal, and getting very specific instructions on how to get to the Omnic village on the mountain top, I still got lost.

I wasn’t exactly dressed for mountain weather, either, so it’s no wonder I ended up passing out in the snow. I would have died out there if not for the Omnic who found me, Zenyatta.

Upon awaking in the Monk village, I over thanked my savoir, before immediately pleading my case. I wanted to meet Mondatta, and offer him my services. I wanted to do good for Omnics, and assist in any way I could.

Mondatta was very welcoming, even allowing me to stay in his own home. I was the only human in the village, and everyone had questions. I suppose I caused a bit of a stir my first few weeks.

On top of general check-ups and repairs, I also spent much of my time keeping the village clean. And while it took time to learn that spiders are free to build and keep nests in the sanctuary, I eventually settled into the customs.

It wasn’t long before I began to form a crush on the Omnic who saved my life.

Not JUST because he saved my life, mind you. Though yes, originally I may have caught feelings to him for just being my hero, I was willing to allow those feelings to fade over time. But they didn’t. They simply grew.

I watched Zenyatta wander the village in thought, or take walks with Mondatta as the two discussed the deep thoughts. I saw him pull harmless pranks on his brothers and sisters, play with the children from the human village down the mountain. I saw him laugh, and dance, and admire the world around him.

He was so full of life and love. He was so.. cute.

I suppose Brother Mondatta must have caught wind of my feelings, as whenever I needed to go to the village down the mountain for supplies, he would sent Zenyatta with me as some sort of escort. To make sure I wouldn’t get lost of course.

Then, we met Genji.

He arrived at the village the same way I did, passed out in the snow and discovered by Zenyatta.

He stayed with us at first very begrudgingly, he had no where else to go and no money to his name. We set him up above the stable near Town center, so he was close by both Zenyatta and myself.

I nticed very quickly how... poorly made his prosthetics were. His chestplate stabbed into his flesh, nerve wires hung loosely off his head, his legs had knives in them for pete’s sake! He couldn’t even wear a pair of jeans in those!

While examining him for frost bite or other injuries, I carefully brought up the topic of his cyborg body. He was defensive. I let it go.

After I while I noticed he spent more time around Zenyatta, rather than just holed up in his room. He even came with us to the village down the mountain. He still didn’t speak to me much, but I did drag him into a snowball fight against the village kids with me. We got our asses beat, but it was fun.

One day, he came to me, with a piece of paper and a request. He didn’t want to look like this anymore. He asked if I could fix him, make his body feel more.. complete. I was happy to assist.

I took him though every step. We designed and purchased the parts together, I took his measurements and planned a day for his surgery. We were lucky enough to have quiet a few Omnics from the medical field on hand to help with the human parts.

Genji changed after getting his new body. He was happier. He continued learning from Zenyatta, and the three of us spent a lot of free time together. He taught me how to throw a Shuriken, I taught him how to hit a baseball.

Being such close friends, we of course eventually spilled our guts on our crushes... which happened to be the same person. And in true solidarity, we both chose not to take action. If Zenyatta liked one of us back, he’d make the first move. We’d both simply pine together.

To bad Zenyatta assumed Genji and I had feelings for one another, and decided not to throw his own feelings into the mix.

Eventually, Genji returned to Overwatch, and life went on.

When Mondatta died, the village lost a lot of color.

The monks fell quieter. They mourned in silence and went on about their lives, but no one laughed, or joked, or gathered anymore.

I couldn’t stand living in Mondatta’s house anymore, knowing he’d never return, knowing he’d never walk though the door again, knowing I could never hear his wisdom again.

I stopped sleeping. I began to wonder the village late at night until the sun came up. I’d pass out in the flowers in the sanctum, or on the stairs to Genji’s room. I just couldn’t be in that house.

Eventually, Zenyatta caught me wandering at night, cold and exhausted. He invited me to his own home. He made us tea, though he couldn’t drink his own, it made him feel more human to hold the cup in his hands.

I had mentioned in passing all the Omnics in the village had a tune. They’d play it softly while meditating, wither they noticed it or not, and a group of the monks sounded like a beautiful choir.

Zenyatta asked me.. if I remembered Mondatta’s song.

I’m glad he asked me. I was the only one who ever heard Mondatta’s tune, it would have died with him if I’d forgotten.

After that night, I began to live with Zenyatta. The village eventually recovered from Mondatta’s loss, and we were once again smiling, and laughing, and singing.

(Branch begin)

Outcome A:

Zenyatta loves me

(This arc takes place in my Overwatch everyone lives together AU)

A few months later, we celebrated my birthday. The monks weren’t a mortal possession people, so there were no gifts. But we did have a cake, and some silly decorations. Sense most Omnics were made in batch on the same day, they didn’t normally celebrate birthdays, so this was a special occasion.

And while I love the monks, they can get a bit rowdy. After all they’re all in their 20s, they can get rather hyper. I ended up sitting outside with a piece of cake, staring at the stars.

Zenyatta came to join me, with his own slice of cake, despite not being able to eat it. We sat together and watched the stars, we joked. I may have elbowed him and made him drop his cake on accident.

Zenyatta laughed it off, and said he had a confession. He went against the rules, just this once... And got me a birthday present.

You can imagine my surprise when Zen handed me a Pachimari plush doll. Really, I almost cried. To live with the monks I had to leave all of my stuffed animals behind, and I talked constantly about my abandoned comfort teddy back at home. To think he really listened....

I hadn’t planned on confessing my feelings for Zenyatta, I really was going to stick to the pack Genji and I had made but... it was all too sweet. And really, at this point, Zenyatta already knew. He was just waiting for me to say it.

When Genji returned to Nepal, he had one request; For Zenyatta to join Overwatch with him. The newly awakened team needed him, and it was the chance to change the world Zen had been waiting for.

I’d be lying if I said Zenyatta leaving didn’t break my heart a little bit... But I could hold on. He was changing the world.

In the meantime, there was plenty of Zen and Genji themed merchandise to buy.

After nearly two years of being away, Zenyatta and Genji had some time off to return to Nepal. It was only while boarding the plane did Zenyatta learn Overwatch had a Family plan for allowing Partners and family to live on base. So that was exciting news to bring home.

Despite being in Nepal after we got together, Genji was still blissfully unaware that Zenyatta and I had started dating. So you can imagine his surprise when I can sprinting at them as full speed, jumped into Zenyatta’s arms, and kissed him strong on the faceplate.

He was... a little mad I went against our oath. Though Zen took most of the fall by saying he confessed first. So he let it slide, and continued to be my greatest friend.

I end up moving onto the Overwatch base with Zenyatta, and work on Omnic repairs with Brig and Torb. I make a lot of friends living in Overwatch, and getting to spend more time with Zenyatta is always a bonus. (End Branch)

Outcome B:

Zenyatta loves Genji

(This arc takes place in a semi-everyone lives together AU)

When Genji came back to Nepal to ask Zenyatta to join Overwatch, I begged to come along. I couldn’t stand the idea of being left behind, to be unable to help and provide assistance.

Join Overwatch, most of my effort is keeping Genji in working condition, as he refuses to let Angela or Brig look over his armor, even though I gave them copies of the blueprints. He just doesn’t trust anyone else. Angela says he was like this in Blackwatch too, though back then he trusted her at least.

I also spend time learning from Brig and Torb the workings of older Omnic models. Hana even teaches me about her Mech and how it’s put together.

I spend a lot of spare time with the younger group of Overwatch agents; Hana, Brig, Lucio, Junkrat, Lynx17, and Tracer. Mei and Genji also tend to wane in and out of group activities.

On Hana’s birthday, Lucio, Jamie, and I were tasked with keeping her distracted while the rest of the crew sets up a surprise party for her. So, we take Hana out on the town, and let her decide what we do.

We find ourselves in a Casino, with a bet, and a months worth of laundry on the line. We all start with $50, the person with the least amount of money at the end looses.

I take a seat at a Poker table next to an extremely attractive Omnic. Poker was the only gambling game I knew how to play, and while I wasn’t perfect at it, it should be enough to land me in at least third.

The Omnic next to me took interest in the crew I’d slumped in with. He asked questions, and I answered, more focused on my winning streak than what I was saying.

Eventually I had a good enough chunk of change I felt confident in my placement and started to get up, but a robotic hand on my knee stopped me. “One more game” turned into two more games. Then three. Four.

I played till I was out of money, all because Maximilian asked me to stay.

When I went over the amount I had to gamble, the Omnic payed my debt, and took me on a walk. Up some stairs, down a hall, and into his office. He just wanted somewhere more private to chat.

I sat on his lap and we continued to talk, about Overwatch, what I did, his Casino, the expensive chocolates he had, Talon, everything. He was in control of the situation, and I was oblivious.

At the end of the chat, he asked for my number, and I happily gave it to him, already crushing hard on the mysterious Omnic. He promised to call, and hoped to set a date to meet again.

Hana and Lucio were both over the moon excited to hear about this Max guy, and while Jamie was quick to bully me for my attraction to Omnics, he was just as enthusiastic.

Our first date was the classiest restaurant in town, and I was SHOOK. I didn’t own anything NICE. I basically had to beg Jack for a forward on my next paycheck so I could afford a suit.

Almost every date after was somewhere I never thought I’d be, classy restaurants, extravagant parties, high end movie premiers. And while at first Max was putting forth all this energy to gain an inside man at Overwatch, it slowly turned to a real relationship he put effort into because he really wanted it to work.

It was after my first on the field mission that I really learned who Maximilian was. Brig, Torb, Zenyatta, and I went to Germany to safely scrap the discarded Bastion units. Zenyatta was there to say a final resting prayer for the passing Omnics, I scanned for good parts, and Brig and Torb took the bots apart.

Suddenly, one of the units powered up, and upon sensing human presence, opened fire. I took a majority of the first round, luckily nothing immediately fatal, though I did black out instantly. Brigitte managed to get her shield up before any rounds hit herself or Torbjorn. Zenyatta, being the only one not targeted, took his fellow Omnic out to save our lives.

I was placed on medical leave from Overwatch duties for months. I spent those months at Max’s home, and got most of my care though Talon, mostly Moira.

When my medical leave ended, I didn’t return to Overwatch. I was offered a much safer position with Talon, one Max encouraged me to take, worried for my safety with Overwatch.

I worked as a medic for Talon’s Omnic recruits. I never saw field work, and remained mostly blissfully unaware of what Talon was really plotting. (End Branch)

#Self Insert #Self ship #Self ship community #Overwatch #Zenyatta #BOB #Max #Emile's Arts #I was GONNA do one for Lynx17 as well but like #Hhhhh I don't knooooow #It's not intresting #It's basically if I didn't meet Max that day I would have eventually ended up with Lynx17 #In the Max arc I do live off base in an apartment with Hana Lucio and Lynx #Lucio and I share a room with bunk beds #My friendship with Genji means the world to me you all don't understand #He's such a goob I love him he's my best friend #Ha ha there's such a power imbalance between Max and I it's clear he manipulated the shit outta me but like #Whatever it's fine I love him he loves me we're fine #Yes I worked way longer on my si with Zen than litterally anyone else so what #He was my first leave me alone #BOB means the world to me but it's such a slow burn of nothing it's not intresting I didn't bother writing most of it #I join Deadlocke and that's it really #When McCree leaves us I cry #I! LOVE! OMNICS!#Junkrat bullying me about loving Omnics is very related to Zayne constantly calling me a Robo fucker for loving Omnics #When he's simping hard for Hanzo so I mean #Who's really got taste here ZAYNE #It's both of us #Good thing he never reads my posts he'll never know

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gaygothguy · 4 years

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The Moments You Forgot

Here's a fic that I wrote months ago and forgot to post. Fairly fluffy, with some very familiar themes for Devorak stans.

On almost a whim, Barnabas had gone from being a magician’s apprentice to a doctor’s. Truthfully, he wasn’t learning much from Dr. Julian Devorak, mostly he was helping soothe patients in their final days, adding his knowledge of herbs and magic to the treatment regimen. Mostly, he and the doctor worked side-by-side over the patients, while Julian would occasionally disappear on Valdemar’s order, usually to personally take care of the dying Count Lucio.

Still, Barnabas was always trying to learn from Julian’s notes and books, putting in his magical expertise whenever necessary. Julian, though ever the workaholic, was always grateful and quick to give his apprentice credit where it was due. It wasn’t long before they developed a rapport, Julian insisting on Barnabas just calling him by his first name in exchange for affectionately calling his apprentice “Bee”.

The first time that had happened, Barnabas gave the doctor a look of disdain (which wasn’t hard for him to pull off, as Barnabas was a naturally-angry looking young man). “How long did it take you to come up with that one, Doctor?”

“Julian, please. It’s really the only way I can think of shortening your name. Besides, it’s cute...I think it suits you.” Julian then winked lecherously in a way that he often did when he was trying to get away with something.

“I guess I’ll have to get used to it, then.”

Their camaraderie was a bright spot in a very dark time, with some very dark business. Patient, death tolls...they all kept piling up. Julian was called away more and more often, sequestering himself in his office when he wasn’t actively treating patients. Barnabas couldn’t have been the only one who noticed that the doctor was working himself to the bone, but it seemed that everyone else simply went about their day, desperate business as usual. After all, everyone had started to put in more work, not just Dr. Devorak.

Then, one day, after Barnabas and Julian had been tending patients, Julian went to say his usual goodnight pleasantries, but instead of leaving, he dragged himself towards his office, forgetting to take off his coat and gloves before leaving the hospital room. This time, Barnabas followed him into his office to see him lighting his lamps, already beginning to fetch his study supplies while still smeared with blood.

“Julian…”

The doctor nearly jumped out of his skin. “Bee! What are you still doing here?”

“Um, you forgot to take off…”

“Uh, oh!” The doctor started to tear off his gloves and coat, throwing them on his desk. “I mean, it’s no big deal, but thanks!” He smiled at his apprentice, but his smile was strained.

“You can’t keep going like this Julian, you at least have to rest some time.”

The doctor’s face hardened quickly. “I’m needed, Barnabas. I can sleep when I’m dead.”

Barnabas almost left at Julian’s use of his real name alone, but was able to steel himself as the doctor swayed a bit on his attempt to turn heel. “Come on, don’t be so melodramatic. You can’t be of much help if you stay in such a state…”

“You don’t understand. I can’t just go home, not now.”

“Please, Julian…” Barnabas put his hand on Julian’s arm, trying to steady him. “At least rest a bit. We have an on-call room, right? Come on, I could use some sleep, too.” Of course, the apprentice didn’t really want to sleep in the hospital, but he somehow knew that the doctor wouldn’t take care of himself without being nearly forced to (they did say that doctors make the worst patients, after all).

Barnabas led the protesting doctor to the on-call room, a small stone chamber with several bunk beds for physician use. When they reached their destination, however, Barnabas knew he’d have to get a bit clever.

Only one cot was left in the whole room, a single lower bunk.

“You should use it, Bee, I'm getting used to the lack of sleep.” Julian turned briskly to leave, but was immediately caught by a hand on his shoulder. He obligingly spun around to face Barnabas once again.

“Nope. You are not getting away with that this time.” Barnabas’ eyes flashed, his brows giving his statement more fierceness than he actually felt.

“Getting away with what?”

“You can't use helping me as an excuse to hurt yourself.” The apprentice made sure to lock eyes with the good doctor to emphasise his point, sincere in his intense protectiveness.

Julian rolled his eyes. “Now who's being melodramatic?”

“Look, we're both...wiry. We can share the thing.” In spite of his protests, Julian was compliant as Barnabas led him over to the cot and sat down. Julian nodded and started to lay down, his back against the wall as he wriggled under the covers, leaving room for Barnabas to follow suit. “And you'd better close your eyes, Devorak.”

However, the apprentice had made one error: in his eagerness to monitor the doctor, they’d come face-to face in the small bed, their eyes at the same level for once.

Julian smiled with just a little mischief at the corners of his eyes. “How can I close my eyes with such a sight in front of me?”

In spite of himself, Barnabas felt his breath catch and his face redden. Doctor Julian had always been a relentless flirt (when he could be pulled away from his work), and his apprentice had thought he was used to it. Still, Barnabas hadn’t counted on the effect of being so close to this man, to feel his heat and smell his scent, a faint spice covered by antiseptic, still alluring to his apprentice somehow.

Their eyes were meeting differently than before, fierce green on cool grey, and Julian softened as he examined the other man. “This is the softest I’ve ever seen you look, Bee.”

It was then that Barnabas kissed Julian: softly at first, waiting for reciprocation. Not a second passed before Julian returned the kiss, sweetly, then passionately, his lips pressing against Barnabas’ near-desperately. Barnabas pushed forward in kind, pressing his tongue between the doctor’s waiting lips, earning a low moan for his efforts.

“Hey! Some of us are trying to sleep!”

The interrupting voice came from the bunk above them. They quickly separated their faces, laughing softly.

“Sorry, Dr. Asha.” Julian said. Then, focusing back on Barnabas, he whispered: “So, should we take this back to my office?”

“Not at all.” Barnabas chuckled softly at the doctor’s surprise. “Now that I know you like me, you are in so much trouble. There’s more where that came from, of course.” He gave Julian a soft kiss to his cheek, whispering in his ear: “But first, you have to try and get some sleep.”

“You drive a hard bargain, Bee. I’ll close my eyes then, alright?” He smiled smugly as he demonstrated his lids shutting.

“Good enough.” Barnabas realized he already had his arms wrapped around Julian as he snuggled closer to the lanky doctor, putting his head resting on the other man’s chest. Julian entwined himself in kind, dutifully keeping his eyes closed.

Neither of them actually managed to go to sleep, but at least they got some rest together.

#fluff #comfort #the arcana julian #the arcana #julian devorak #julian x apprentice #barnabas the apprentice #The Arcana Game #plague au #pre game au

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reikomatsuki · 6 years

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Soft Light and Sweet Dreams

Hi. I made a “little” McHanzo drabble off of a comic @vimeddiee posted that F’d me up. It was only made better by @bunroo who made a post about characters just being super cutesy and domestic. Also, I haven’t posted, or even finished, a fanwork in about five years now. I was a little too nervous to. It’s almost 3k words and it’s 2am. Read the tags, please.

It had been a few months, almost a year, since Hanzo followed his brother to the watchpoint Gibraltar. He expected his brother and a rundown watchpoint embedded in a cliff in Spain. What surprised him was that his brother lived there. And he lived there with a ragtag group that called each other family.

He stared at the group as they suddenly and wholly welcomed him. A small Korean girl, Hana, a hyper Brazilian man, Lucio, and a quick British woman, Lena, immediately overwhelmed him with positivity and smiles. Smiles that faltered when he told them his stay wouldn’t be permanent.

He met everyone that day. All names and faces stored in his memory. Filed away for later. One, however, stayed at the forefront of his mind.

Jesse McCree.

Outwardly friendly and humble. Deceivingly so for he had quite a sense of humor. Accompanying that personality, and his ridiculous old west attire, there was something alluring about him. He called it his “Southern Charm” but no matter the name, it was infuriatingly attractive. His accent and sun-kissed skin were sexier than sin and it drew Hanzo even closer to the man. This sturdy, pure-hearted man pierced the armor he put around his own heart as if Jesse was the archer.

A small prick of fear stabbed through him the same way. Worry followed after. He knew he didn’t want to stay and didn’t want any attachments. So he pulled himself together and readjusted his armor. Made it stronger and silently challenged the man to do it again.

He rejected his feelings and McCree's efforts at friendship with short, stinging quips and monosyllabic grunts. But only to protect them both.

When Jesse commented on the Sake Hanzo liked to drink, he was scoffed at. After practice, or sometimes during, McCree would compliment his bowmanship. He only received a quick hum for his efforts. Even though his rudeness was apparent, Jesse handed out patience at a rate that Hanzo felt he didn’t deserve.

Despite his unfriendly disposition, Jesse stuck around him most days. They quickly became drinking buddies and training partners. Sometimes at the same time. Until Jesse took an arrow to the forearm and Hanzo took a bullet to the calf. Then Angela prohibited drinking in the shooting range.

Hanzo did talk to other members of overwatch and was quite fond of his brother’s master. The omnic seemed to radiate harmony and Hanzo felt soothed when conversing with him. Genji joined most of the time and others would occasionally pop in and out. Genji and Hanzo would discuss their past, gently glancing the mention of what had happened between them and the clan.

One night, after staying on the watchpoint for a good three months and a long unsuccessful talk with Genji about that night years ago, Hanzo found himself drinking on the edge of the cliff, staring out into the ocean.

Hanzo rubbed his face of tears he hadn’t cried for hours and took another swig of Sake. Alcohol warms from the inside out but always leaves you feeling cold again. So he drank more, trying to fight the nightly breeze. The sound of spurs approached from his left and stopped a comfortable distance away.

“Howdy, Hanzo.” came the soft greeting, “This seat taken?” he attempted, gesturing towards the ground.

He was only met with silence.

Despite no response, he sat anyway. One leg folded up and one gently hanging off the edge. Multiple moments and glances in Hanzo’s direction pass before he finally opens his mouth to speak.

“Hanzo, I know it ain’t none of my business but-”

“You are correct. It is none of your business.” he bit back.

“-but this can’t be ignored. I know your brother. I’ve known him for years. He’s forgiven you, Hanzo!” he rose his voice, only slightly, but it upset Hanzo’s alcohol addled brain.

“Don’t you think I know that? I know he forgives me! He told me himself! I don’t need to hear it from some drunken cowboy that has no business in my affairs.”

Jesse wasn’t mad. Hanzo didn’t think he’d ever seen him mad. But he nodded his head as if confirming a suspicion he had been pondering for awhile and let the silence build for a moment. Hanzo wished he would just open his mouth already. Silence plagued him for too long to feel comfortable with it now. Especially with Jesse.

Finally, spoke, “You have to forgive yourself as well, darlin’. It ain’t healthy to be angry when you look in the mirror. I would know. I’ve felt my fair share of shame, anger, betrayal… abandonment. You name it,” he scooted over and grazed his metal fingertips along Hanzo’s temple. The cool metal sent a chill down his spine but he kept still, “but you have to learn to love yourself the way you deserve.”

Hanzo’s image of Jesse blurred and he distantly registered the drops of water landing on his hand. Jesse, this wonderful man, had all of the answers, didn’t he? And as if he knew what Hanzo needed, he pulled him in for an awkward, sitting embrace. It was endearing nonetheless. Jesse let Hanzo take all the time he needed before softly slipping out of his unsure grip.

“C’mon darlin’,” he whispered, taking the small gourd from Hanzo, “Let’s get you to bed.”

That night, Hanzo realized he loved this ridiculously captivating cowman. Realized that the clan was gone, he could love himself. He could love this man. He could forgive himself as his brother did and, yet again, find harmony in his soul.

It took Hanzo another month before he announced that he was staying as a permanent member of this family, and told his brother privately that he planned to woo the cowboy. Both parties deemed a celebration was in order.

Three hours after sipping on tea and eating a feast of epic proportions in the common area, procured by the ever kind Reinhardt, he worked up the courage to pull Jesse aside. Though he almost stumbled twice and his face felt warm enough to boil the tea in his hands, he was able to get through his proposal of a “partnership of sorts”. Of course, Jesse was confused.

“Partnership? You mean for missions?” he asked innocently.

“No. I mean closer to a… domestic partnership.” Hanzo elaborated. Jesse stared at him for a good twenty seconds that felt closer to twenty years.

“Darlin’, are you asking me to be your boyfriend?” he asked, holding his sweet tea up to cover his smile.

Hanzo looked off to the side casually so he didn’t have to meet Jesse’s eyes, “Yes.”

Jesse took off his hat and looked flushed himself, “Aw hell, darlin’. You got me warmer than a patch of grass in the sun. But,” he brushed back some of Hanzo’s hair from his cheek, “I would be honored to be with you, Sugar.”

Hanzo let himself smile. Small as it was, it blinded Jesse and he couldn’t help but press his forehead to Hanzo’s and just laugh for a moment. Hanzo joined him.

Seven months later, here they were Late July was upon them and so was the heat again. They were down by the local shops searching for knick-knacks to liven up the new room Jesse talked Winston into giving them. Hanzo and Jesse had been sharing a room for five months. The cramped, one person bunk was a bit too much for both bare on most nights, even with two fans on them.

Their room was one of the old commanders' room and it looked like it too. Gray and dusty, like no one went in there for ages. The desk littered with old Overwatch papers and a slightly outdated computer, but only by a few years. The room was bare, save for the essentials.

Jesse demanded that, while the sheets were in the wash, and the dusting had been done, that they go find something fun to put in there. Hanzo covered his snort with his hand and agreed.

They weren’t able to find much other than two beautiful blue cloths to put on the nightstand, a ceramic cactus that was far too large, a radio, and a painting of a water lily. Jesse picked out white curtains and tore out the blinds. Hanzo counted aloud how many times they both sneezed cleaning out their new room and lost count after 79.

As the sun was setting, they finished their project. It felt like a home. It was also about twenty degrees cooler, so that was a plus. After a drink or two, they decided to give their new bed a test run. Hanzo is half sure it almost broke.

Soft music played through the room as Hanzo listened to Jesse’s heartbeat. Steady breaths ruffled Hanzo’s bangs and brought him a peace he hadn’t felt in years.

“Jesse?” he chanced, not knowing if he would still be awake after that performance.

“Yeah Han-y bee?” came the rumbly reply.

“I love you.” he heard his heart beat harder against his ribs.

“Oh, darlin’. I love you more than you know.” his hand slid around to lift Hanzo’s chin. “You're the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me.”

They shared a kiss that took Hanzo’s breath away although it was rather tame.

“Marry me, Hanzo?” He spoke with a sincerity he hardly ever held on his face or in his words.

He found it. His happiness. His peace. His love.

“Yes.”

They kissed again.

Not long after that, they got word of an increase of Talon activity in Greece. They were scouring the ruins for something. Winston put together a rushed mission to stop them from finding whatever it was they so desperately needed. Hanzo and Jesse were on the list of operatives that were to head in. Hanzo wishes he could remember exactly what happened but he couldn’t. A head injury. Caused when an entire section of the ruins came crashing down on him. And Jesse. He was out for months.

Angela was the one to bare the bad news. The only one allowed by his side was Genji who held his hand during. And held him after. While his body shuddered with the power of the sobs he couldn’t stop. Tears made tracks down his face. And he distantly registered that they were landing on his hands.

After a few moments to calm his crying, he was given the only things left of Jesse. A red serape and his hat. They let him go back to his room after one last check.

Genji tucked him in like he was a child and placed the serape over Hanzo’s covers. The hat was placed on Jesse’s pillow. And Hanzo was left to mourn. When mourning became too tiring, he closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, Jesse was there. One cheek pressed against the pillow and a smile on his perfect lips. Sunlight streamed in passed the open white curtains and created a halo of gold around him.

“Hey there, sleepyhead.” his voice rang like bells. It was melodic and beautiful.

“Jesse...?” that one word wavered in his throat. He lifted his head and Jesse placed a metal hand on his cheek.

“Wasn’t gonna let you wake up alone, darlin’. Gotta kiss those eyes...” soft kisses were placed on his eyelids that held back tears, but only just. Jesse pulled back. Hanzo tried to reach for him but his hand wouldn’t move forward far enough.

“Jesse…” his image blurred.

“Wait…” he couldn’t feel his warmth anymore.

“Don’t go…” the sun was gone.

And he woke up.

“Come back…” Tears fell from his face. His hand was outstretched for Jesse who he knew wouldn’t be there.

It’s another month after he woke up. These dreams haunt him every night. A tease of Jesse. Just a glance every time he closes his eyes. So he closes them as often as he’s allowed. Everyone visits. His brother almost as much as Angela. Sometimes together.

Today is better than the last and he’s convinced of getting up and taking a walk by Genji. They walk around the track once before Hanzo would prefer his bed again. Genji relents after a few attempts at convincing him to get more sunshine. His brother leads him back to his room and is only gone for a few minutes before the alarms sound.

Hanzo’s heart pounds in his chest and he wishes he knew where his bow ended up after everything. Athena’s voice cuts through the blaring, “Agents! Talon operatives have infiltrated on the Northside!”

Hanzo simply sits in his room. He’s lost. Not for the first time in his life, he’s lost. He wishes more than anything that Jesse was here. He could fight his way through with Jesse on his side. Without him…

His communicator beeps to life.

“Hanzo!” It’s Genji. “They’re headed your way. Stay in your room. We’ll come get you.”

He doesn’t answer but Genji seems to know that he got the message and disconnects.

All he says is “Let them come.” and wraps Jesse’s serape around his shoulders. He only hopes they’d send him to Jesse. The door opened. And he never expected that they’d send him Jesse. Looking up, he sees the broad shoulders and kind face. Scruffy beard. Tan skin. He was wearing a Talon uniform but Hanzo didn’t think he could find it in himself to care.

“Hanzo,” Jesse spoke. Monotone and bleak but exactly what Hanzo needed. When Hanzo rose, so did Jesse’s gun. But Hanzo still didn’t care. He walked to him quickly, scared he’d fade away if he wasn’t fast enough. Jesse’s eyes followed him along with his new six-shooter.

The embrace was sudden and not very warm. Jesse seemed physically colder than before. Or maybe it was the gun now against his skin.

He pretended the cold metal pressed to his temple was Jesse's cold, metal fingertips and not the barrel of his gun. Pressed to him the same way it felt in his dream.

He couldn't help the tears of relief, sorrow, and confusion that swept down his face. What happened to his cowboy? The one who sang him lullabies on sleepless nights and soothed his mind after deep talks with Genji. Every private moment. Every touch. Every kiss. Every word.

He thought Jesse was gone forever. How is he here?

The mechanical way he brushes his hand along his spine brings Hanzo to his senses and he realizes that this is not his Jesse. This is not his love. This is not the man whose smile could warm his icy heart and restart its beat to sync with his.

The leap back was sudden and scared the other Talon members Hanzo hadn’t seen till now. Grunts. Escorts. So Jesse could do this. A smile was painted on Jesse’s perfect lips. A vindictive mimic of the one Hanzo lived for only months ago. And was willing to die for today. Was.

“Jesse… what’s-”

Jesse shushed him and slowly stepped towards him.

“No questions, baby. Just sleep.” the gun was aimed with purpose this time.

“No! Wait!” He reached for Jesse who was just out of reach. “Please don’t! Jesse I-!”

“Goodbye, Hanzo.”

Jesse took his breath away one last time.

He never got to hear the gunshot. Never to ask why or bid his new family and love a farewell. Never got to live the life he wanted with Jesse. His darling Jesse. The man that was his rock. His unwarranted guide in life. His love. His end. The light of the sun was held in those eyes. The eyes that glared at him as the trigger was pulled. Ending his life too soon. Or maybe too late. Jesse wouldn’t mourn him. Couldn’t. Jesse didn’t love him anymore. Couldn’t. The world didn’t fade like Jesse’s image did in his dreams or how it did when he realized he loved him. It simply turned off. And he was no more.

#mchanzo #character death #hanzo shimada #jesse mccree #violence #betrayal #I actually cried when I re-read this #good luck #my drabbles #first drabble

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handstitchedcircuitboards · 7 years

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No Good Deed

Fareeha has a reputation to maintain, but she can't just let Jesse suffer through a cold on whatever MREs he had in his bunk. You know what they say about good deeds, though.

Cross posted from AO3

Given that Fareeha had spent a not insignificant amount of her childhood around special forces and black ops, you’d think she’d have learned a certain amount of stealth by diffusion.

You’d be wrong.

Fareeha is the type of woman who straps a jet engine to her back and then, because that’s not quite loud enough, fires high-explosive ordinance from low altitude. Fareeha is the type of woman who had her car outfitted with aftermarket kits to replicate the roar of the vintage internal combustion motors. Fareeha is the type of woman who got tossed in the campus pond for playing thrash metal during study hours in college.

Fareeha isn’t one for subtlety or sneaking around, in short. So, she’s out of her depth creeping around in any capacity, but especially loaded down with a tray and bowl of chicken noodle soup. It slops around and it’s hot and she needs to be quiet and watch where she’s going and she needs to do it all quickly. It’s a lot to keep up with. Flying the Raptora suit is leagues easier.

By virtue of luck and careful timing, she’d managed to actually make the soup without encountering anyone else. She’s only doing it because Angie had told her Jesse had been knocked on his ass by a cold. She hadn’t said it quite like that, of course, but if Jesse had been willingly in medical, that’s how bad it must have been. So, out of familial instinct Fareeha had made chicken noodle soup the way her mother had done for Jesse (and then her) years ago. (Jesse had looked like a wet, kicked dog the first time he got really sick after his recruitment, made worse by how skinny and scruffy and baby faced he was normally. Even Fareeha had felt bad for him, so it wasn’t any surprise Ana had taken it on herself to make him some familiar comfort food. Ana wasn’t much of a cook, however, so she’d opened a can and added handfuls of spices when she’d realized how bland it was, but she still sparked a tradition.) So, because Jesse is her brother in every way but blood, Fareeha is here doing the unthinkable: bringing him soup in his time of need.

She stands beside the kitchen door, listening intently. The coast appears clear. She steps around the door and hugs the wall. She’s barefoot, because her boots squeak on the metal floors and socks slide to much for the kind of stability she needs. The smell of the soup is pungent, and if nothing else, it’ll definitely clear Jesse’s sinuses. He’d better appreciate it.

Fareeha freezes in place when she thinks she hears voices. Oh, yeah, that’s voices. Shit. She looks around, trying to pinpoint where they’re coming from. It’s definitely Lucio and Hana. Hana is a hell of a pilot and Lucio is one of nature’s medics, not even delving into his musical talent, but they both practically shout all the time, even indoors, and they have the kinds of voices that just carry. Fareeha ducks into a door and leans against the wall, praying to that amorphous thing out there all soldiers beseech when trying to get away with something that they don’t notice her.

Fareeha doesn’t breathe as they approach, but she could swear her heartbeat is echoing off the walls. They’re laughing though, and that could drown out gunfire. Based on the bouncing shadows, she’d picked the right side of the door to hide in. Fareeha’s grip is steady but white knuckled on the tray as they pass her by. She doesn’t move until their voices fade into unintelligible echoes. Fareeha lets out the breath she’s holding. That was much closer than she wanted.

Just, oh, loads of cramped hallways between her and the barracks. She’s never wished she could scramble across the outsides of buildings like Genji more than she does in this moment. He’d have been able to ferry a bowl of soup from the kitchen to barracks in a couple of minutes without spilling any. He can certainly pull off a feat like that with an open drink, because Jesse had dared him to once, and Genji doesn’t turn down a dare. It had been impressive, even if Fareeha would never admit it to his face. Her brother’s best friend is insufferable enough.

There aren’t any more close calls after that, which is good, because there’s less in the way of convenient side passages near the barracks. At 1100 they’re essentially empty. Everyone should be off doing work, but, well, you never know. It’s not like Winston is a stickler about keeping everyone busy. Fareeha slinks past another door, just in case. Most of the paranoid fucks here will wake up if you breathe too hard three rooms down.

She approaches her target, a bunk door just like the others. She looks around one last time, but there’s no one. Fareeha punches in the code to Jesse’s door, the same one he’d used in Blackwatch because Jesse is a lot of things but good at passwords isn’t one of them, and it slides open.

She almost drops the tray on the floor.

Staring at her, wide eyed and pale, is Hanzo Shimada. He’s sitting propped up on pillows sideways in Jesse’s bed. Jesse is laying in his lap, bundled up in blankets. Hanzo’s hand is in Jesse’s hair. There’s an old movie playing on a tablet propped up on Jesse’s desk chair.

Hanzo opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. Fareeha stares. Several thoughts vie for dominance. Grossgrossgross. Jesse can breathe better propped up good thinking. How many fucking times has Jesse watched that movie. Seriously he’s banging Genji’s brother that’s nasty.

Fuckfuckfuckhecaughtme.

“H’nzuh, why’d ya stop?” Jesse rasps. Hanzo resumes petting Jesse’s greasy hair while still staring at Fareeha, with—How does Jesse put it?—a deer-in-headlights expression. Fareeha is no better, gawking at them. There is no explanation for Hanzo being here, except he and Jesse have a thing. More importantly, however, there is no explanation for her being here with soup that isn’t her doing something nice for her brother. Imagine if anyone found out. Imagine if Genji found out. She’d never hear the end of it.

“’Reeha?” Jesse grumbles. “’S that soup?”

“The Amari special.”

“Han. Hey, Han, that’s what they call it when they upend the spice cabinet into somethin’.”

“I see,” Hanzo croaks.

“Quiet, sugar, or she’ll hear you. Yer worried ‘bout that, ‘member?”

“Can’t have that,” Fareeha says without thinking. Hanzo shoots her a black look, but it’s hard to take him seriously with a lap full of sniffling dork. (It’s hard to take him seriously, period, because he’s related to Genji and Genji willingly glows fucking neon. Fareeha vividly remembers the discussion on the merits of various shades of awful.)

And yeah, now she won’t be able to look at Hanzo without thinking about him banging her brother, and she never, ever wants to be thinking about her brother’s sex life. They’re even slated for the same op in two weeks, which, great. There goes that lovely professional tolerance they’d shared. Also really, what is Hanzo doing? He’s an obsessive, perfectionist freak and Jesse has spent more than one night sleeping in a dumpster, and only one time because Fareeha locked him in after he’d jumped in for Jesse Reasons.

Fareeha, stops, mentally regroups, and considers her options for meeting her objective. Jesse’s room is a disaster, like usual, because Jesse’s idea of housekeeping is moving to a new safe house with only a backpack full of things he actually likes. Fear of Reyes was pretty much the only reason he’d ever seen the inside of his own closet back in the day. Fareeha shoves all the detritus on Jesse’s desk to the floor and sets the tray there. It’s what Jesse would have done. She turns to Hanzo.

“I wasn’t here.”

“Neither was I.”

“I ain’t seen shit,” Jesse adds, helpfully. Then he sneezes.

Fareeha nods. That’s settled then. She stands up a little straighter, hoping to convey my brother’s a dick, but you better watch yourself because I’ll fucking launch you into orbit if he ever asks with her posture alone, and then she beats a hasty retreat.

#mchanzo #background pharmercy #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada #fareeha amari #humor #justice siblings #overwatch #fic

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jae-bummer · 7 years

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Cute and Fluffy

Request: #20 with Wonho from Monsta X please ❤

20) Your bias tries to teach you how to play their favorite video game.

Member: Monsta X’s Wonho x Y/N x (ft. Kihyun & I.M)

Type: fluff

You struggled out of bed and into the bathroom with hurried motions. You had hit snooze on your alarm at least four times, but nothing would stop you from starting your day. It was the first day without a formalized schedule for Hoseok in months and you refused to let it go by as a waste.

You rushed through your daily activities. Shower, tooth brushing, mild makeup, and getting dressed. You kept a constant eye on your phone to make sure you hadn’t wasted too much time, considering it took you nearly half the morning to pry yourself out of bed.

The sky was still a light purple by the time your feet hit the pavement. You stopped to grab a coffee carrier and at least a dozen pastries at your local coffee house before heading on to the Monsta X dorm. They deserved a treat for as hard as they worked.

You managed to knock quietly with your elbow on the front door once you had arrived, struggling with all of the breakfast foods in your arms. After a few minutes of waiting you contemplated knocking again or sending out a text. You didn’t want to wake any of the members managing to sleep in, so you wondered if they hid a key under the mat for emergency situations. Just as you were about to place all of your bags on the ground and begin a search, the door sprung open, revealing a perturbed Kihyun.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, his aggravation melting away. “I didn’t think you were coming over this early, come in!”

“Good morning Kihyun,” you smiled, navigating through the door. He took the coffee from your hands, setting it on the table outside of the small kitchen. “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you’re happy to see me and not all of the food I’ve brought.”

“Well, I suppose it’s good to assume in this situation,” Kihyun said with a wink. “If it makes you feel better, I’m equal parts happy for both.”

You rolled your eyes and gave the small man a playful elbow to the ribs. “Are you the only one awake?”

He spun away from your jab, chuckling. “No idea. I haven’t made my rounds yet. I figured I’d let everyone sleep a little longer on their day off.”

“What a sweet mother,” you laughed, now your turn to wink.

“Yeah, yeah, quit wasting time with me and go to who you’re really here for,” Kihyun sighed, digging around in the bag of pastries.

“Kihyun!” you gasped, placing your hand on your chest. “I’m offended. I am just as excited to see you as I am to see anyone else.”

“Beside Hoseok,” he grinned. “Don’t lie to appease me.”

“Well...” you grumbled. “At least you recognize the truth. Don’t tell Minhyuk, he thinks I love you all equally.”

You shuffled down the hallway toward Hoseok’s shared room with Shownu and Hyungwon. Peaking your head in, you noticed one of the boys had covered the window with a blanket to really keep any light out. You illuminated your phone screen and stumbled through the darkness, only the small amount of light guiding you. After a few moments, you navigated to Hoseok’s bunk and began to pat idly at it, only to find he wasn’t there. You furrowed your brows and checked the other bunks, confirming each member was where they were supposed to be.

You quickly left the room and walked back down toward Kihyun, confused as to where your boyfriend could be. Was it possible you had missed him in the brief moment you had went into his room? Along the way, you placed a light knock on the bathroom door, the light inside streaming from beneath the door crack and into the hallway.

“Hoseok?” you whispered, waiting with bated breath.

“Changkyun, but close,” the voice said on the other side.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes at the youngest member as he pulled open the door.

“How are you close?” you laughed.

“Well, if you think about it. It’s relative. You may not think I’m a close option, but I do. I am in the same group after all and equal amounts of good looking. I just need to work on how I look naked and we’re practically twins.”

“Aish, Changkyunnie,” you groaned, putting your hand over your eyes. “Too much.”

“Once again, that is relative,” Changkyun smiled. “Did you bring food?”

“Of course I brought food,” you sighed. “Do you know where Hoseok is?”

“No longer in your dreams because your awake,” Changkyun chuckled. “But no. I’m not sure.”

“Go get a croissant, dork,” you grumbled, heading back down the hallway.

You continued across the hardwood, halting as you saw a dim light radiate from the den. You furrowed your brows, sticking your head in what you had assumed to be the empty room. You nearly choked as you noticed the back of Hoseok’s head, set firmly in front of the computer screen with headphones on his ears.

You slowly shuffled into the room, careful to make as little noise as possible as you appeared behind him. You rested your hands on his shoulders, causing him to jump and let out a high pitched squeak.

“Aigoo, jagi!” he gasped, pulling the headphones to sit on his shoulders. “You scared me!”

“So is this what you have planned for our day today?” you chuckled, looking past him and to the screen. A game of Overwatch was active before him.

“Well...I mean...” he stuttered, spinning in the chair and resting his hands on your hips. He pulled you in close and set his forehead on your stomach. “You can watch if you want?”

“Shin Hoseok!” you gasped, stepping backwards and slapping his hands. “You seriously are going to play Overwatch the entirety of your day off?”

“I...I uh...had planned on eating some ramen eventually?” he tried with a slight wince.

“I can hardly stand how romantic you are,” you grumbled with a pout.

“Jagiiii,” Hoseok whined, pulling you in close to him again. “Won’t you play with me?”

Your heart stopped for a moment, venturing off into inappropriate places by the simple statement. You quickly shook your head, attempting to keep off the imagery flooding the corners of your mind. “You only have one computer Hoseok, I can’t...um...play with you...”

“No, come here,” he grunted, pulling you to sit you on his lap. It always caught you off guard when Hoseok was forceful like this, considering how gentle he normally was. “Let me teach you.”

“Hoseok,” you muttered, becoming overly aware of his hand around your waist. You used his name in an attempt at an argument.

“No, during Overwatch I’m “badbitch93,”” he chuckled, pointing to his screen name, and giving you a casual side eye. You furrowed your brow and pursed your lips, causing him to immediately drop his smile. “Or Hoseok...Hoseok is good.”

You sighed and crossed your arms, flattening your expression again. “Is this really what you want to do on your day off?”

“If I said yes...would you be mad?” he whispered.

“No,” you grumbled. “Maybe disappointed. But it’s your day off and you should be happy with your plans. Now...what do I have to do?”

Hoseok immediately perked up at your statement, straightening up behind you, and readjusting his hand on your thigh. “Okay, this is Overwatch.”

“Overwatch, right,” you nodded.

“It’s a competitive, fast-paced, multi player game. First person shooter,” Hoseok nodded.

“Meaning I do the shooting,” you confirmed.

“Correct,” Hoseok nodded. “So what we’re going to do is start you off with training versus AI.”

“Which means...” you hummed.

“Artificial intelligence?” Hoseok chuckled.

‘Right...AI,” you nodded.

“Right,” Hoseok smiled, he gripped tighter to you and shimmied to glance over your shoulder. “Right now we’re going to pick your character. Tank, damage, or support. If you want damage, we can do Soldier:76, Roadhog if you want to be a tank, or Lucio if you want to be support.”

“Alright, first thought...” you trailed. “None of those are girl names. You know, in general, I’m about girl power. Second off, Roadhog looks disgusting.”

Hoseok sighed as he eyed the screen quickly. “How about Mercy? Or D.Va? Maybe Mei...”

“I’ve heard you talk about her before!” you gasped. “Let’s play as her.”

“Mei?” Hoseok grumbled. “No one really likes Mei...”

“Well, why not?” you asked, exasperated.

“Cute and fluffy, but actually a threat,” Hoseok nodded.

“Like you,” you squeaked, placing a quick kiss on his cheek. His ears turned a bright red as he looked to the floor, giving you a small squeeze.

“She’s just kind of annoying. Her two core abilities don’t really give you much of a chance to counteract. You just have to sit and take it,” he sighed. “Freezes you, then a headshot, and you’re done for.”

“Sounds like my kind of girl,” you laughed. “Let’s go.”

Hoseok shook his head and laughed as well. “Why do I feel as if I’m creating a monster?”

“When I begin initiating web cafe dates, that’s when you worry,” you nodded.

“Or fall more in love,” he grinned. “Right click, icicle shoot. Left click is spraying ice from her gun. Shift is to heal or to make you immune. Ultimate is going to be throwing a blizzard in the designating area and incapacitating your enemies.”

“Got it,” you nodded, focusing on the screen as the game began to load. You waited patiently for the numbers to count down, signaling the beginning of the game and attack on the designated checkpoint. This wasn’t your first foray into first person shooter games, so you were fairly confident that you would impress Hoseok.

After what seemed like only moments filled with quiet cursing and furious clicking, your first game of Overwatch had ended with immense amounts of coaching from your boyfriend. He was hyping you up from beginning to end, being immensely supportive with every decision you made.

“Holy shit jagi! Holy shit!” Hoseok gasped, bouncing up and down, causing you to jump around on his lap.

“What?” you choked, your eyes searching the screen.

“You got play of the game! I’m so proud! Minhyuk! Wake up! My girlfriend got player of the game! Changkyun! Kihyun! I’m so excited!” Hoseok shouted as if he had won the game himself.

“I’m dating an Overwatch prodigy,” he whispered. “Hold on, I’m getting dressed. We’re going to the internet cafe.”

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