#racket-queen

[textsfromwatchpointgibraltar]

Pharmercy, 5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“Wait…wait a minute. Fareeha, are you…are you jealous? Of Doctor Klein?”

Fareeha ignores the laughter coming from Angela, pressing her face into the doctor’s hair, hugging her from behind. Really, she can’t help it– her wife is popular in the medical community, and when Angela is being led around by others, their hands on her lower back…

Well, yes. She does get jealous, even though they both wear rings on their fingers.

“It’s not like you’re any better, Angie,” she mutters, pulling at her shirt. “Remember the time in Cairo?”

The sudden turn is enough to break Fareeha’s concentration, as is the deep kiss Angela pulls her into.

“I thought we agreed to never mention Cairo,” Angela whispers, and Fareeha laughs against her lips.

[gamfcowboy-archived]

He was sitting on the couch in one of the Overwatch rec rooms, watching some movie... he’s not entirely sure the title of it, or really most of the plot at this point, it’s boring as hell. Chewing on a cuticle, a bad habit he still hasn’t gotten rid of from his Deadlock days, and just about ready to skip park when he sees Fareeha walk in.

“Heya!”

Didn’t take much to see he’d brightened up when she came in, looking more like her mother (which sometimes made Jesse more apt to actually listen to her over other people) then she had a right to. In the few years he’d been in Blackwatch, he’d come to trust her like a sister, and of course, treat her like one.

“Ya up fer a shitty movie? This one’s pretty good on that count.”

[highnewn]

❇ - Stargazing with them

“Told ya this was a good idea.” Jesse laughed as he impaled another hot dog on a rod to hold over the makeshift fire he had set up. He grinned at the security chief who graced him with her presence while he was on the run.

“The stars are never dull in the desert...”

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Pharah took her seat next to the blonde doctor.

“I bet a could carry one on a rocket,” she giggled, feeling the effect of her second beer.

On stage, the MC was announcing the next performer. The bar was decked out in small kitschy disco balls and red feather boas. The crowd was happy but not overwhelming.

“I think you’re up next, Angela!”

Angela rolled her eyes playfully at Fareeha’s

t e r r i b l e

pun, before sighing and standing, sipping her beer a final time and heading onto the stage. She whispered her selection to the MC, before starting to sing.

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Okay, 6 more blogs!

@racket-queen - gorgeous babe!@karadanversofel - Absolute sweetie!@chxxrslove - My smol Tracer whom I love!@anxmcara - Smol Emily! I have claimed.@storybrookeisms - Old friend!@defensedva - BABY HANA I LOVES!

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Sinday Ask 11. How long can they live without sex? (Mercy)

Sinday asksStatus - Accepting!

@racket-queen

Surprisingly, not long. She craves physical contact at all times, but in her line of work, she doesn’t get it very often.

So, before the recall at least, once every month or two, she’d go out and pick someone up in a bar.Now that the recall has happened, she can do that less and less and is getting more and more irritable.

[gamfcowboy-archived]

pardon me if this is too forward but like.... imagine McCree getting a small chastisement from Ana for the first time like "Don't just rely on your eyes." And Pharah pops around the corner like "She likes you. She doesn't give advice to fools."

((ahahahah yes, and he's just like, 'wut' but then he has the biggest, stupidest, silliest grin on his face because Ana-freakin'-Amari just gave him advice and doesn't think he's a stupid kid and HE LOVES THAT SO MUCH....and that's why Ana is mama. always.))

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"Friends aren't allowed to kiss one another" (kissy ask meme)

@racket-queen // kissy ask meme // ACCEPTING!

💮 – {Satya is acutely aware of the hummingbird that’s desperately trying to flap its way out from her ribcage. Her nose brushes against Fareeha’s, breath hitching in her throat. “Perhaps...” She murmurs, her breath feather-light against the other’s skin. There’s a burning heat that blooms in her core, the fire licking her insides as it tries to burst from her. The only thing that seems to cool the embers within her are the hesitant, but gentle touches that Fareeha has on her.

She wants to clear her throat. But being this close to the other has her stock-still. As if one jostle would swallow this moment into the infinity of what could’ve been. She finally manages to find her words, but her amber eyes aren’t quite able to focus as she whispers, “Then perhaps... we’re not... meant to be friends...” Satya slides a gentle hand into Fareeha’s silky hair, fingertips brushing against the golden beads. as she cups her face and seals the deal.

Fareeha’s lips are softer than she would’ve expected. Satya’s eyes flutter shut as she drinks in the moment, savoring the emotions and feelings that seep into her as she presses herself against the other woman. Static seems to crackle in her ears and flare up in the back of her head, leaving everything fuzzy. }