merci cafe

Overwatch Chatroom: Overprotective Family

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
Lmao bye
- Forest

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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.

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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.

Torbjörn: WHAT

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!?

Junkrat: OI

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?

Winston: Yes.

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.

Zarya: fine.

D.Va: wait how is Zen typing?

Winston: I modified the phone I gave him.

D.Va: oh

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.

Genji: Why?

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.

D.Va: Why?

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.

Ana: WHAT

Phara: Zen said he’s not a talon agent

Ana: Oh.

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.

McCree: Burned?

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?

Roadhog: hmm.

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

D.Va: Yikes™

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.

Genji: Why?

Lucio: It’s a date, Hana

Junkrat: Kinda ruins the idea of a date, mate.

Roadhog: Why?

D.Va: They wanted us to meet Grayson right?

Mercy: that’s a wonderful idea, Hana!

Mei: Oh!

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?

Winston has closed the chatroom.

the coffee shop au
  • it’s called overwatch cafe and it’s s76′s one true love
  • winston’s a coffee aficionado who makes all the new flavors
  • tracer’s the over-energetic barista
  • mercy is a tired bunny of a cashier
  • she tries so hard
  • pharah is the art student who mercy has a crush on
  • she comes in every day with a sketchbook and sits in the corner window and draws
  • mercy watches her longingly from behind the counter
  • one day, tracer comes up to her
  • the cafe’s fairly empty
  • “you should go talk to her. get her number, y’know, something?”
  • mercy snorts. that’s about as likely to happen as lucio disliking beyonce
  • “tell you what,” she says, fairly confidently. “i’ll ask her for her number if you get that talon waitress’s number, and vice versa.”
  • tracer pales
  • amelie lacroix, aka widowmaker, is the stony barista from the talon bar and grill across the street
  • she wears lots of purple corsets and gives not one single fuck
  • mercy doubts she’s ever felt an emotion in her life
  • (she hasn’t)
  • tracer’s utterly in love with her. but, then again, it’s highly unlikely that mercy will ever work up the courage.
  • “Deal.”
  • lucio is the dj from the pub next door.
  • d.va is the tiny hardcore engineering student who listens to death metal and has lots of piercings
  • she and tracer get on well
  • one day, mercy’s at the counter
  • there’s a long line of exhausted college students waiting for their daily caffeine supplement
  • suddenly, tracer lets out a squeak and disappears out the front door
  • mercy lets out an uncouth stream of curses
  • tracer’s a better barista than she is
  • mercy tries anyway
  • she spills a scalding hot coffee on her hand
  • and yelps
  • she feels the pressure growing and she’s about to panic
  • when suddenly there’s a soft voice
  • “hey.”
  • she looks up. it’s the hot art student. she’s embarrassed enough to crawl under a table and die.
  • hot art student tilts her head. “need some help? i did a stint as a barista once.”
  • mercy swallows. she’s about to faint probably. “um, that’d be great.”
  • hot art student shoots her an easy smile and jumps over the counter
  • you don’t understand
  • pharah’s smooth as fuck
  • she’s also a really good barista
  • they work side by side for the next hour or so. pharah’s sketchbook is sitting on her usual bench.
  • once the crowd’s trickled out, mercy wipes her hands, reaching for the cash machine.
  • “how much-”
  • pharah cuts her off. “no, i’m good. really.”
  • “really?” mercy asks skeptically.
  • “really.”
  • pharah heads back to her bench.
  • “um- your name?” mercy calls.
  • another easy smile. her knees go weak. “it’s fareeha.”
  • tracer comes back eventually, grinning like nothing happened.
  • mercy would yell at her, but it also got her an hour with pharah, so whatever.
  • the next day, pharah comes in, and they sit together and talk. about everything.
  • school, art, coffee, the meaning of life
  • after like a month of this, mercy works up the courage to ask what she draws in her sketchbook
  • pharah blushes, stutters.
  • “a crush?” mercy asks
  • pharah doesn’t meet her eyes. “uh, yeah. sort of.”
  • pharah doesn’t come in the next few days 
  • mercy alternates between sulking and being depressed.
  • “a crush,” she moans to a sympathetic tracer, “she has a crush.”
  • “cheer up, love” tracer chirps, incessantly happy. “it might be you.”
  • “it’s not,” mercy says with certainty.
  • “eh, y’never know.”
  • pharah comes in one day, rushes to the counter. tracer’s off doing something.
  • “listen,” she blurts out. winston looks over, raising an eyebrow
  • pharah falters. “can i borrow you for a minute?”
  • “sure,” angela says, curious
  • “listen,” pharah says again. they’re walking next to washington fountain, where a few youngsters are splashing about and getting all sorts of diseases
  • “um… i don’t know how to say this, but i, uh, i like you?”
  • mercy’s in shock. frozen. pharah misinterprets her reaction.
  • “oh my god, i shouldn’t have said that. things are awkward now, huh? um… i’ll just, uh, be leaving- listen, i’m really-”
  • mercy grabs her face and kisses her under the grey sky and the sound of water falling.
  • she doesn’t stop smiling for the next few months.
  • until she remembers the bet, and then she starts smirking
  • “hey,” she says one day. tracer looks up.
  • “we had a bet. i asked pharah out, now you have to ask widow.”
  • “nope”
  • “too bad. a bet’s a bet. i’ll put you on dishes for a year if you don’t.”
  • tracer sighs.
  • it’s comical how much of an idiot she can be
  • but widow seems charmed
  • which is weird
  • but honestly everyone’s charmed by tracer and her messy hair
  • tracer comes back triumphant somehow
  • d.va makes grossed-out noises every time mercy blushes because pharah does something cute
  • lucio remixes a bunch of love songs and gets his friend zenyatta (who’s a computer genius) to rewire the sound system to just play love songs
  • winston still gives not one fuck (it’s a universal constant)
  • widow is annoyed and life is good
the coffee shop au part 2
  • it’s a glorious day at overwatch cafe
  • 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
  • anyways
  • things happen
  • things being boiling hot coffee scorching mercy’s hand
  • she yelps
  • 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)
  • “hey-” “no.”
  • “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
  • everything’s okay
  • it’ll all be okay