ooh do that fmk thing with hangman, joey, and mox (💖)
Ah yes all three of my meet and greet boys...
F - fumble with the zipper on my jacket out of nervousness bc they are so pretty and I keep tripping over my words and blushing when I’m talking to them
Hangman
((Have you met Hangman irl? Dude is so god damn pretty!))
M - move slightly closer to if we were sitting next to each other and hope they’ll hold my hand
Mox
((It would honestly be the “boldest” move i could make, since I’m not a girl who is confident enough to make the first move. SO I would try and give “subtle hints” and see if he takes the bait))
K - kiss gently on the corner of their lips bc that’s cute and they’re cute
Joey
((My school girl crush on him gets too intense and I shyly try to stand near/around a mistletoe as I casually strike up conversation with him and just joke around and be “bros” with each other and then “oh woah check this shit out? A mistletoe? Won’t I get like cursed if I don’t follow the rules? I don’t want Santa to curse me so...” Peck on the cheek which then is very close to his lips. “Whoops. Oh looks like the girls want to talk to me over there.” BAILS HARD.))
Could you maybe write a fake dating for a mission kind of scenario with mccree and hanzo? Thanks love u mean it
Yess, fake dating :DRequests are open!
McCree
The first thing you notice when youwalk into the briefing room that morning is that Jesse has apparentlyswitched his brand of cigars. This one smells decidedly moreexpensive and you even manage to tell yourself that you noticedbecause it fills the entire room. Not because lately you are aware ofeverything Jesse does.
The reason for hischange in smokes is laid bare when Jack opens up the presentation.The first slide shows a picture of an older couple, both dressed inclothes so expensive, other people buy cars with that kind of money.The man on the left has a cigar in his mouth and a strikingsimilarity to Jesse. The other, and no one needs to give youmeaningful looks for you to get it, can with little effort be made tolook like you. Or the other way round, as it were.
While Jack explainsthe background of these two, they are collectors of exotic animalswho were supposed to purchase certain specimens for Overwatch buthave been found dead not long ago, you begin to realise what thismeans.
Jesse throws you alopsided grin across the conference table that tells you he knows it,too.
Posing as a marriedcouple. One that, according to the briefing, was madly in love witheach other to the point of not being able to keep their hands off inpublic. And then there's you, with your obsessive awareness of Jesse.This can only end in disaster.
Despite yourworries regarding personal matters the mission itself is fun. With alittle make-up and a change in wardrobe you and Jesse soon sit in aplane to your target destination looking about twenty years older andseveral billion dollars richer. The champagne served to you duringthe flight isn't bad in the least and by the second hour both you andJesse are tipsy enough to have no problems about getting a littletouchy-feely. You disembark with the stewardesses crooning aboutromantic love in old age, and also with your pockets full ofexpensive truffles.
Jesse munches onone while you check into your hotel and then you both have to stopand marvel at the suite readied for you. There are several rooms, abathroom more spacious than the communal showers back at Gibraltarbase, and a bed large enough to host an orgy on it.
"An' here Iwas, worried about havin' to invade your personal space." Jessesays, chuckling awkwardly as he sits down on the bed. He bounces onthe mattress, grinning at you playfully. No make-up in the world canhide the mirth in his eyes and even with the old man clothes and theawful conservative haircut he's still the most beautiful man you'veever seen. Thus trapped in your thoughts you don't notice Jessegrabbing a pillow. Not until it lands smack in your face.
"Mmph."By time time you grabbed the pillow and gone into the advance Jessehas already armed himself again. With a war cry and a running jumpyou engage him for dominion of the bed.
Thematch ends in a draw and you leave the hotel after fixing yourdisheveled state and changing into some fancy evening wear. Jessechews on his expensive cigar again, acting perfectly like theobscenely rich southerner he pretends to be. He tips the driver ofyour limousine handsomely while you give a generous amount of moneyto the man holding the door open for you. All the way to the auctionhall you chat and laugh arm in arm. The cologne he's put on smellsgood but you still miss the old one, much cheaper and complementedwith stale coffee and cigarette smoke. It's a scent you connect withreliability, of having a partner to fall back on even in the thick ofbattle. But the hand he puts on yours in a fake gesture of maritallove has the same callouses and the same warmth. It isfake, you remind yourself. All of this, his affections and the kissesyou share that seem to last longer every time, is as real as yourpersona.
A minute later yourmusings have to be put on hold as the auction begins and right awaythe thing you came for is put on display. Well, not thing. They'redogs with wings, looking like they came straight out of a children'scartoon. The result of illegal genetic research using patents thatbelong to Overwatch. Winston hopes by gaining the specimens for studythey can find the leak.
Next to you Jessemakes a strange choked off noise. When you turn to look at him yousee he has his hands clasped in front of his face."Awww."he says. "No one told me they were puppies. Look at them,darlin'."
You are looking,and bidding. There are several people in the hall after the dogs butnone of their budget is limitless on account of belonging to a bunchof dead people who will probably not need their money any longer.Eventually you come out as the winners and are led into the backroomto pick up your purchase.
While you completethe transaction, using the signature you practiced writing for days,Jesse melts into a puddle over the pups climbing all over him.
"Aren't youadorable little fellas. Who's a good boy? You are, yes you all are.Except for you, miss, you're a good girl. The best girl there is. Yesyou are and you give the best kisses." The pup currently in hisarms continues to enthusiastically lick his face. You pray to everygod there is that it won't remove the make-up. Jesse seems to haveforgotten all about pretending to be another person. Luckily gettingexcited about fluffy baby animals fits both his personality and thatof 'your' late husband.
"Aww,and look at your little wingies. And your little paw-ies. And yourcute little nose-ies." He's completely stupid over the dogs, atsome point reverting to plain baby noises when he can't seem to thinkof any more cute little body parts to name. The puppies arecute but you still can't tear your eyes away from the man in theirmidst. Only duty calls you back to reality and after having given theauctionmaster instructions on where to deliver the dogs you urgeJesse to get up. He has to be persuaded to let the pups go and canonly be swayed with the promise that he'll see them once you gethome. He hangs on your arm again back at the hotel, gushing about thepups.
"Had a dogwhen I was growin' up." he says. "Not one with wings,though. You think they'll learn how to fly?"
"Winston saysit's a purely cosmetic addition."
"Huh."Jesse's face turns to look concerned. "He won't … do anythingcruel to them, will he?"
Smiling at theworried crease in his forehead you kiss the corner of his mouth.
"He'll justneed a few hair and blood samples. They'll find a good home withOverwatch." you say, opening your eyes in surprise when he tiltshis head to kiss you proper. You're in private, there's no need tokeep up appearances. But this kiss, warm and intense, doesn't feellike appearances. It feels like if you're not careful you'll findyourself in too deep.
But when you partand look at his soulful eyes you realise that maybe you're not theonly one who's in too deep.
"Sorry."he says and scratches the back of his neck. "Guess I got carriedaway a little."
You swallow, wonderif you're not just projecting your feelings onto him. Well, nothingventured, nothing gained.
You take his handsinto yours, the gesture more intimate than anything you've done sofar.
"That wasreal, wasn't it? The kiss just now?"
He opens his mouthto respond but no words come out. In the end he closes it again,turns his face away. It seems you have to jump in at the deep end.
"I'd like ifit was real." you say. It takes about five seconds or so beforethe penny drops on his end and then you have to fight to remain onyour feet from the force he uses as he surges into you and kisses youhard.
"It was real."he says breathless between kisses. "The whole time was real.Never had to pretend to love you."
"Neither didI." you say and the confession makes him go weak in the knees.You guide him to sit on the sofa and climb into his lap, holding hisface between your hands as you make up all the kisses you didn't dareindulge in until now.
You come back homestill arm in arm, and stay that way after you've transformed backinto your old selves.
You also keep oneof the dogs.
Hanzo
"That guylooks nothing like Hanzo." you say as Reinhardt shows you andthe rest of the team the picture of the target. The others voicetheir agreement.
"That won'tmatter." Reinhardt says and then turns to Hanzo, who's beensilent so far. "Look, I'll be honest with you. These are Germansfrom the most rural parts of Bavaria. None of them have ever lefttheir home past a thirty mile radius, they don't even use theinternet. They would not be able to distinguish Lúcio from D.Va,much less two middle-aged Japanese men. It's not an ideal option butit's our best one."
He has a point and so Hanzo agrees.With him is the target's supposed lover. No pictures exist of them,making any of you capable of posing as them. You volunteer and whenReinhardt graces you with a knowing smile you have to resist the urgeto flip him off.
"I just want to keep an eye onhim." you say, but that only makes it worse."Both eyes,if I assume correctly. On very specific parts of his anatomy."he says and laughs when you swat at his arm, but grinning at the fondteasing.
Germany this time of year is just asbeautiful as Reinhardt always describes it. It would be the perfectvacation spot if you and Hanzo weren' posing as omnic rightsactivists with the expectation to have an attempt made on your lives.He's unusually restless on the way, keeps throwing you glances butaverts his eyes everytime you look back. It's just the mission, youtell yourself. Chances are no one there has even seen pictures of theman he pretends to be and even if they have, Reinhardt is right. Theyare seclusionists who've likely never seen people of othernationalities before. They won't be able to tell Hanzo and the otherman apart. But it's a gamble nonetheless and you can't fault him forworrying.
"If something goes wrong, I'll beright by your side." you say and it seems to reassure himbecause he manages a faint smile and takes your hand.
You're welcomed by a group of omnicswho thank you profusely for your aid. Hanzo, who's never been thatcomfortable around omnics, leaves the talking to you and instead goesto inspect the tent and field where the event will take place. Oncethe crowds fill in there'll be plenty of opportunity for an assassinto hide. There are no single entrance ways and already kegs of beerare being set up for the celebrations later. A few anti-omnicprotesters stand a bit off, waving their signs, but they are quicklyscared off when you and Hanzo pass them by.
On your way to the inn where you'llrest until the event, you wrap an arm around his waist, to reinforcethe look of two lovers you're trying to project. He blushes and youattribute it to the fact that he's a very private person and probablydoesn't think much of PDA, faked or not. But he says nothing and,after a while, hesitantly returns the gesture.
True to your word you remain close byduring the entirety of his public appearance. Your role as theelusive lover allows you to keep a close eye on both him and theaudience and watch out for any disturbances. Some part of you hopesthe death threats were just a false alarm and that you'll be able togo home without disturbances. Another part, the one that had to watchHanzo walk around the hotel room freshly showered and clad only in atowel, is hot-blooded and itching for a fight. Or some really roughsex, but you suppose a fight will have to do.
As if the assassin has read yourthoughts it's at that moment you notice a change in the crowd'smovement. It's subtle and Hanzo is so focused on his speech that hehas not yet spotted it. Without calling attention to yourself youslip off the stage and through the mass of people. The assassin issteadily getting closer, obviously an inexperienced marksman if heneeds to be that close. It gives you time, but not much, and it'sgetting harder to make your way through the crowd. You can see himmoving to the third row, then the second. You push someone asiderougher than you have to, hasten your step. Hanzo is still obliviousto the danger he's in, relies on you to keep trouble off his back.
The marksman's in the front row andreaches into his jacket.
"Hey, pal." you say, laying aheavy hand on his shoulder. He whips around, tries to shake off youriron grip. You punch him once in the stomach, then again over thehead. Dazed and in pain he's easy to manhandle outside, where thelocal police will detain him until Overwatch can deal with him.
You return just in time to see Hanzobow to the crowd as he finishes his speech, smiling like he's donenothing else for his entire life. No one is any the wiser about thecatastrophe that was just averted.
He listens to your report afterwards,when you're both sitting on the bed getting ready for the night.There's two more days of this, but as far as your information goesthe would-be assassin has acted alone. It's unlikely anything elsewill happen. It won't stop you from being vigilant, but it'ssomething.
"It seems you have saved my life."he says with one of his rare smiles. You have to pretend to cough tohide your blush.
"All just part of the job."you say, trying to sound casual.
"I … yes, of course."
You look up in confusion as Hanzobusies himself by folding his clothes over the chair.
"Hanzo?"
He doesn't answer, doesn't look at youanymore. Not even when you get close enough to him to touch.
"What's wrong?" you try againand this time at least he acknowledges you with a shrug.
"I thought perhaps we could go fora walk tomorrow and appreciate the sights." he says icily. "Butof course this is only a 'job' to you. I was foolish to assumeotherwise."
Assume otherwise. For several longmoments you're at a loss as your brain repeats these words withoutfully comprehending them. Then the message drives home and you're hitface-first with the realisation just what Hanzo was about to ask you.
"Did you … want to go on adate?" you ask. He huffs, turns away and crosses his arms infront of his chest.
"Only to keep up appearances, Iassure you."
His prickly attitude, now that you knowwhere it's coming from, makes you smile. You hug him from behind,uncaring of how he tenses and already makes to reprimand you forinvading his personal space.
"I'd go on a fake date with you."you say. "But I'd much prefer a real one."
All the fight goes out of him in aninstant. You can imagine how he must look now, surprise widening hiseyes, his lips parted ever so slightly.
"I … do not appreciate beingmocked." he says but doesn't sound accusatory. Only terriblyuncertain.
"I'm not." you say simply andthat is all the reassurance he needs.
If we're still talking about dreams, I had a dream recently where me n zenyatta were doing some yoga in a park and a bird landed on his head. Best dream ever. Zen is my best bud
omg that is adorable :O I want to do yoga with Zenyatta. And in a park even more! and there are birds? omg!!!!!
1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?
Read: Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman
Watch: Edward Scissorhands, Corpse Bride, Daria, Pan’s Labyrinth, Carol
Listen: Various Storms & Saints by Florence + The Machine, The album Strange Mercy by St. Vincent, All My Stars Aligned by St. Vincent, Trout Heart Replica by Amanda Palmer, So Fast So Maybe by K. Flay
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