I STILL HAVE THIS IN MY NOTE S AND IM GLAD
Also u hecking bet there’s going to be a second part of this
Looking yourself over in the mirror, a smile found its way on your lips. Nodding in approval at your appearance, you grabbed your wallet and phone. And just in case, a pocket knife. Everyone was taking a break today from missions, and it gave you a good excuse to go on the date you’ve been waiting for since you’ve met Grayson. You accidentally ran into him in a small bookstore once, causing you to attack him Keith apology after apology. He simply smiled at you, calming you down, telling you it was alright.
After introducing yourself, you two chatted for a while, mostly about books, and your favorite authors. He was a lovely eighteen year old boy, with a head full of red hair, freckles scattered about his face and exposed arms, stunning blue eyes that were filled with joy. Ever since your little encounter at the bookstore, you two exchanged number and kept in contact.
Until a month later, you went on a mission with Bastion, Mei, and Tracer. You were split into two groups, you being with Bastion, the unit became your friend, sharing a love for nature. Bastion protected you in battle, causing some harm to come to the unit, which upset you. Scolding Bastion about how you can take care of yourself.
Scolding him at that moment wasn’t a great idea at the time. Both of you were in the open, talon agents closing in. And when one managed to knock your weapon of your hands, a voice in your head told you this was your end. Bastion was overwhelmed as well. You held onto the units robotic hand, closing your eyes, awaiting whatever was to come.
What came next was the pained screaming of the talon agents, and the sound of fire. Opening your (e/c) eyes you were met with the sight of flailing, and burning talon agents. Apparently they didn’t know what stop, drop, and roll was as they fell to the ground, lifeless. A figure dressed in red light armor, a white mask with black eyes, the word INFERNO written over where the mouth should be came into view, flamethrower in hand.
Bastion beeped out a warning to the stranger, standing directly in front of you. Instead of him starting his flamethrower, a familiar voice called out.
“Y/n?” Walking to stand next to Bastion, the male removed the mask, a pair of blue eyes met yours.
His name left your lips, “Grayson?!” Smiling sheepishly he rubbed the back of his neck, him having to explain everything to you, while Bastion stood protectively next you you, making Grayson uncomfortable.
That was was six months ago, and not too long ago he asked you out on a date. With a smile you accepted it. Bastion was the only one who knew of Grayson, keeping tabs on your relationship with him, like a strict father watching his child fall in love. The unit watched you walk out of your room, dressed in your nicest clothes. But first you had to tell Winston where you were going, what you didn’t want was him telling everyone what you were doing.
Winston has started a chatroom.
76, Reaper, Zarya, Hanzo, Genji, Tracer, Mei, Lucio, Roadhog, Junkrat, McCree, Phara, Ana, Symmetra, D.Va, Mercy, Widowmaker, Zenyatta, Reinhardt, and Torbjörn has logged on.
Winston: Just to inform everyone. Y/n is going out on a date.
Reinhardt: They are far too young.
Winston: Y/n is seventeen.
D.Va: BUT THEY DIDNT TELL ME?!
McCree: WHO EVER IS GOING ON THIS DATE WITH THEM BETTER NOT HURT THEM.
Tracer: AND YOU DIDNT QUESTION WHO THEY WERE GOING ON A DATE WITH?
Winston: And why would I ask them?
D.Va: BECAUSE WHAT IF THEYRE DATING A WANTED CRIMINAL!?
D.Va: whoops, sorry Jamie, Mako.
Roadhog: it’s fine.
Winston: It was non of my business.
Mercy: Why did y/n tell you this and not everyone else?
Winston: Remember the rule.
Mercy: Ah, right. If anyone is ever leaving the base for any reason, we tell you.
Lucio: OKAY BUT WHAT IF Y/N’S DATE IS A TALON AGENT POSING AS A YOUNG GUY!?
Zarya: Calm down. I am sure they are fine.
Widowmaker: He does have a point.
Tracer: WINSTON THEYRE ONLY SEVENTEEN
Winston: I feel attacked.
76: Did y/n tell you where they are going?
McCree: TELL US???
McCree: THATLL BE USEFUL
Winston: I do no feel comfortable telling you guys their date plan..
Zenyatta: If I may interfere. Y/n tells Bastion everything. I could ask Bastion if they have mention anything about a date.
Zarya: What if that chunk of metal is lying?
Hanzo: There is no time for this, Zarya.
D.Va: wait how is Zen typing?
Winston: I modified the phone I gave him.
Zenyatta: Bastion says y/n is going to the new cafe in the middle of town. I believe it is called Rainy Day Cafe.
D.Va: I’m hurt.
D.Va: bECAUSE Y/N DIDNT TELL ME ANYTHING ABOUT THIS MYSTERIOUS BOY?!?!?!?
Reaper: I’m already at the cafe.
Lucio: I thought you didn’t care about y/n?
Junkrat: Aw, you do care!
Reaper: Shut it. Both of you.
Tracer: DO YOU SEE THE GUY!!
Tracer: DOES HE LOOK SUSPICIOUS?!
Reaper: I don’t see them yet.
Widowmaker: I’m on my way out.
McCree: So am I.
Symmetra: Do not bring your weapons.
Widowmaker: Just to make sure.
McCree: If he’s part of talon, then it can’t hurt.
Reaper: I see them now.
D.Va: WHAT DOES HE LOOK LIKE
Roadhog: is he a threat?
Reaper: Don’t make y/n go on dates.
Reaper: They’re seventeen but this boy doesn’t look like a teenager.
Zenyatta: Bastion told me that he is a teenager.
Genji: Has Bastion met him?
Zenyatta: It appears so.
Reaper: He’s a red head.
D.Va: We need more details
Hanzo: No we don’t.
Reaper: He’s wearing a tight shirt. Probably showing off his muscles to Y/n.
Symmetra: Or he’s trying to intimidate our dear sunshine.
Junkrat: Want me to throw a bomb at him?
McCree: He’s right next to y/n.
Roadhog: y/n is too close to him.
Junkrat: So what I’m getting is that it’s alright to throw a bomb at him, but he needs to be far away from y/n. ‘Aight.
Genji: Don’t throw a bomb at the boy.
Reaper: He looks like he’s hiding something.
Ana: I’m by the cafe.
76: so am I.
Genji: did all of you just leave?
Torbjörn: I am concerned about my little y/n, but I stayed.
Reinhardt: This is a serious matter.
Genji: Y/n is not going to die.
Zarya: The boy could be a talon agent.
McCree: and if he’s a talon agent?
Widowmaker: Just to make sure he doesn’t pull out a gun at y/n.
Mei: I could freeze him if he pulls anything dangerous and stupid.
Mercy: REAPER I CANT BELIEVE YOURE WEARING YOUR GEAR, THEYLL SEE YOU.
Reaper: And you’re not?
Mercy: If he’s a talon agent then we call all take him down.
Zenyatta: He’s not a talon agent
Ana: I KNEW IT, LIGHTS OUT FOR THIS PUNK
Phara: WAIT MOM.
Phara: Zen said he’s not a talon agent
Zenyatta: Grayson saved both y/n and bastion on a mission some months ago.
Zarya: Y/N WAS ALONE WITH THAT BASTION UNIT?
Tracer: No! Mei and I were there!!
Zarya: THEN WHY WERENT YOU WITH THEM?
Mei: We decided to split up into two groups!
Hanzo: If it wasn’t for Grayson they could’ve both died.
Mei: We were also cornered, we didn’t know they were in danger until we got to them.
Tracer: The talon agents were burned to a crisp.
Reinhardt: What kind of weapon could burn someone?
Symmetra: Does he have some kind of power?
Zenyatta: He owns a flamethrower.
D.Va: ANOTHER REASON WHY WE SHOULD NOT TRUST HIM
Mei: Yes. Y/n only told us about someone saving them. They didn’t tell us it was Grayson.
Tracer: We didn’t want to say anything else because they were pretty shaken up about it.
Mercy: Let’s just follow them for now.
Phara: They’re ready to leave the cafe.
Mercy: This part of town is always busy, don’t lose sight of them.
76: I’ll always have them in my sights.
McCree: They’re going into an apartment building???
Widowmaker: They’re at his apartment door.
Roadhog: I’ll throw my hook at him.
Symmetra: what if you hit y/n with it?
D.Va: NOPE HES NOT GETTING INTO MY BEST FRIENDS PANTS
Symmetra: Don’t jump to conclusions, Hana
Lucio: BUT WHAT IF HE IS??!?!
D.Va has added Y/n to the chat.
D.Va: BOI IF YOU DONT LEAVE THAT BOYS APARTMENT RIGHT N O W
Mercy: Y/n if that boy is planning to do some cruel things to you, you better get out of his apartment this instant!
76: Young Lady!
McCree: Explain to us, right now.
Reinhardt: GO BACK TO THE BASE, Y/N
Ana: WHO IS THE BOY AND WHY HAVENT YOU MENTIONED HIM?
Widowmaker: Are you sure he is not a talon agent?
Reaper: I’m coming to get you.
Genji: Gabriel, leave y/n alone.
Hanzo: You didn’t have to actually forcefully grab them.
Mercy: OH MY GOD HE HAS THE FLAMETHROWER.
Genji: Guys don’t attract attention!
Ana: HES THE ONE WHOS ATTRACTING ATTENTION!
Hanzo: To be honest, it was Gabriel.
Reaper: I did not.
Mei: HE IS ALSO THE ONE WHO PULLED OUT THE FLAMETHROWER. HE MELTED MY ICE WALL.
Zenyatta: Oh dear.
Junkrat: IM THROWING THE BOMB
Mercy: JUNKRAT NO
Tracer: oh my god Zarya knocked out Junkrat
Tracer: OH MY GOD HE ALMOST BURNED ME
Mei: Hanzo summoned his dragons.
Genji: You could’ve left them alone.
Tracer: oh my god Jack knocked him out.
Reaper: WHAT THE F UCK IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU!?
Reaper: This is y/n by the way.
76: where did Gabe take you?
Symmetra: And why are you using his phone?
Reaper: BECAUSE HE TOKE MINE AWAY. AND HE TOKE ME BACK TO THE BASE???
Reaper: When I planned on telling you guys about Grayson I was expecting something less vIOLENT THAN YOU YOU GUYS PULLED.
Mei: You’re the youngest one on the team! And I guess,, we got a bit carried away.
Reaper: A BIT IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT
Zarya: I get that you are mad but we are overprotective of you.
McCree: We had to make sure.
Reaper: AND YOU COULDVE DONE A SIMPLE BACKGROUND CHECK KN HIM ON THE COMPUTER!?
Reaper: I get it, bUT OH MY GOD HE WANTED ME TO MEET HIS PARENTS, HANA
Reaper: Edge lord wants his phone bakcishifhf
Reaper: She’s grounded, no questions.
Reaper has left the chatroom.
Y/n: He has shitty hiding spots.
Y/n: and I refuse to be grounded fOR SOMETHING AS STUPID AS THIS
Y/n: JACK HOW BAD DID YOU HURT GRAYSON
76: I just knocked him out.
Y/n: Honestly guys, I’m part of overwatch, why can you trust me when I go out alone? I can take care of myself. And I did plan on telling you guys.
Y/n has left the chatroom.
Genji: They seem upset.
Zenyatta: Young Y/n is arguing with Gabriel right now. And I expect you to apologize to them. Also bring young Grayson home and explain everything to his parents.
Zenyatta: Bastion will be in front of y/n’s door for the rest of the day, and maybe the night.
Zenyatta has left the chatroom.
Ana: I can’t believe we acted so childish.
Ana has left the chatroom
Reinhardt: Y/n is seventeen, almost at legal age to live in their own, we should have trusted them for just one day.
Reinhardt has left the chatroom.
Torbjön has left the chatroom.
Zarya: Hardt is right.
Zarya has left the chatroom.
76 has left the chatroom.
D.Va: before everyone leaves!
D.Va: we have to make it up to both Y/n and Grayson.
Lucio: what do we do?
D.Va: set up an actual date for them. Everyone has to pitch in though.
Hanzo: That could work.
D.Va: we should also stay with them.
Lucio: It’s a date, Hana
Junkrat: Kinda ruins the idea of a date, mate.
D.Va: They wanted us to meet Grayson right?
Mercy: that’s a wonderful idea, Hana!
Tracer: This is our chance to make things right!!
Phara: well for the ones who started attacking Grayson.
Symmetra: you almost released your missiles.
Phara: ..Alright everyone should help plan this.
McCree: It’s settled then.
McCree has left the chatroom.
Tracer has left the chatroom.
Phara has left the chatroom.
Symmetra has left the chatroom.
Mei has left the chatroom.
Junkrat has left the chatroom.
Roadhog has left the chatroom.
Lucio has left the chatroom.
D.Va has left the chatroom.
Hanzo had left the chatroom.
Genji has left the chatroom.
Zarya has left the chatroom.
Mercy has left the chatroom.
Widowmaker has left the chatroom.
Winston: Why do people always make everything so difficult?
mercy’s pissed because pharah won’t show her the sketchbook
pharah’s pissed because she’s not fucking done, okay, these things take time
widow’s pissed because widow’s always pissed
tracer’s pissed because there’s a customer bitching
the customer’s pissed because it’s five o’clock in the morning and classes start in five minutes
lucio is not pissed cuz he’s a cool dude and also because he’s listening to 6 inch heels and nobody can be pissed listening to beyonce
eventually the customer leaves and tracer is done
“fuck this” and then she flops down on the floor and falls asleep
mercy nudges her awake at rush hour
a half-asleep tracer is not a graceful tracer
actually, no tracer is a graceful tracer
things being boiling hot coffee scorching mercy’s hand
makes some undignified noises of pain
and then rushes into the backroom, making tracer deal with the mess
she can handle it
some more bad shit happens
d.va’s in a particularly bad mood
she starts ranting about proportions in engineering and how awful her professor is
a dog knocks over the sign not once, not twice, but six times
widow comes in and yells at tracer
and by the time pharah comes in scowling mercy is Too Tired To Deal With This Shit (or TTTDWTS for short)
“um, are you-” “no.”
“but-” “I SAID NO FAREEHA AMARI.”
at which point pharah’s anger fades away because she hates seeing her gf upset
“babe, what’s wrong?”
and mercy bursts into tears
pharah guides her to the backroom, shoots widow a look
widow nods in understanding, jumps smoothly over the counter- honestly, pharah doesn’t know why the door’s there, no one uses it- and starts helping tracer with the orders
tracer scrunches her nose gratefully
widow drops a kiss on her forehead that she later denies doing
pharah makes an ‘aw’ noise
widow glares at her
she salutes and ducks into the backroom behind mercy
“hey, ang,” and then she leans forward and wraps her arms around the doctor “tell me what’s wrong.”
“everything’s wrong,” mercy blubbers, “the shop’s a mess, and my hand hurts, and my head hurts, and my thesis is due in a week and i haven’t even written it yet,”
and she keeps talking until she’s all out and then she falls asleep in pharah’s arms because she hasn’t slept in three days and you can’t run on caffeine alone with a med student schedule and a part-time job
and that’s when pharah pulls out her sketchpad and flips through it
very, very quietly, so as not to wake the sleeping girl
it’s filled almost all the way, with just two pages left
she smiles down at mercy
and begins to draw
charcoal scratching softly against paper, thin, careful strokes of black, streaked across creamy white
somehow, mercy’s hair looks golden even when drawn in black and white