Jeremy, you don't find it strange that Michael is obviously trying to impress you with the new look? Like, yes it's really nice but he's always wearing his sweater!! Why would he switch to showing off the guns™ now?
PSA: it’s not cute to act like people who are naked or show some skin are being inherently sexual and its not cute to act like people who like being sexual cant also be soft/fluffy/Pure/cinnamon rolls/whatever the fuck and its not cute to act like people who enjoy being sexual in one context must “want it” in all contexts
and its Especially not cute to act like people who are queer and like being sexual and who Also express physical affection with or sexual attraction to people they arent partnered/sleeping with are being inherently predatorial
i just could really do without the notion that sex (especially queer sex) is inherently gross and impure and scandalous
Pharmercy prompt - Reinhardt makes everyone in Overwatch Christmas Sweaters. He also plays Matchmaker by making Angela and Fareeha's sweaters matching. (Side note, his sweater matches Ana's sweater)..
I tried to go away from Christmas sweaters specifically and to more generic tacky winter sweaters, because in addition to not wanting to focus too heavily on a Christian holiday for characters who are mostly non-Christian, tacky winter sweaters means I have a legitimate excuse to put Rein in a bear sweater and Winston with a sweater that just has a huge jar of peanut butter embroidered over his stomach. Which is something we all need in our lives honestly.
Here have some Pharmercy and Anarein fluff for your holiday needs! May be very poorly written. Because I wanted to have this written for today. But I’m with family, so I didn’t have a ton of time to write … or really think today - I’ll be back at it with better content soon!
“You can go a bit … overboard at times,” says Ana, laughing.
Reinhardt grins down at her. She’s wearing his sweater. The sweater he made, yes, but also the one he made for himself. It’s sleeves hang off her arms and it goes down to her knees. Her reasoning: she liked it more than the one he’d made for her. Reinhardt doesn’t mind at all.
Though, because he refuses to let his knitting talents go to waste, he’s taken it upon himself to wear Ana’s neglected sweater.
It stops at his elbows, is very tight, and exposes his midriff. Torbjörn complains of his victimized eyes, but Reinhardt is elated and couldn’t care less.
When he goes in to hug Ana, the identical brown bears stitched into the sweaters, their arms and paws following the path of the sleeves, look like they’re hugging and it is a literal bear hug. Reinhardt makes it a point to hug her often.
“Nonsense!” Reinhardt bellows, watching as Ana sifts through the many, many, homemade sweaters. Mei’s has snowy mountains with skiers, Zenyatta’s is tie-died, Genji has one with an embroidered imitation of his brother’s tattoo on the sleeve. Jack’s is the gaudiest Christmas sweater Ana has ever laid eyes on - with jingle bells, and a goggly eyed reindeer. Ana chuckles to herself and resolves to keep her camera on her for when Reinhardt hands it to the old solider.
Reinhardt grins proudly as Ana continues looking at them. It had taken him months, so many months. Very worth it.
“Oh…” says Ana, lifting up two, a smirk fitting easily on her lips. Reinhardt sees the two she has singled out, and his grin falls into an easy smile. “Reinhardt, are you meddling?”
“Meddling!” Reinhardt laughs, “I would never!”
“Hmmm,” Ana hums, “as Fareeha’s mother, I don’t approve.”
Reinhardt flops down beside the woman, wraps an arm around her shoulders, grins cheekily.
“Sure, sure,” he says, “but as the finest meddler of us all …?”
Ana’s smirk widens she sets the two sweaters down, looks at her co-conspirator casually.
“…I’ll handle Angela,” she responds, takes a sip from her tea. Reinhardt laughs, boisterous and loud, the sweater he’s wearing rises higher up his sides. Ana chuckles.
“Hello Ana,” says Angela, glancing up from the academic article she had been reading. She’s got glasses sliding down her nose; reading glasses, vaguely tinted to lessen the harsh glare which accompanies spending hours looking at a screen.
Ana is a unique presence around the various watchpoints. Like many of the old agents of overwatch, she seems to capture the attention of the rooms she walks into. Demanding to be acknowledged, addressed. She does it now, even in Angela’s medbay, surrounded by Angela’s work, ideas, and stale coffee.
Angela humors this invisible order to be acknowledged when they interact. Out of respect, mostly; and also maybe a bit out of guilt - Angela has been flirting with Fareeha for the better part of the last three months and although they are both adults, capable of making their own decisions, Angela feels as though Ana is always watching her a little closer than she watches the others. Seeing things she shouldn’t, which are none of her business.
“Would you like some coffee?” Angela asks.
“Tea? If you have it,” Ana says. Angela does, not because she drinks it - she doesn’t - but because Fareeha has become a frequent visitor and is a tea drinker. Angela doesn’t say this, doesn’t really need to, Ana will know the brand, will probably guess why she has it, so she simply hums in affirmation and goes to make the older Amari a cup.
When Ana takes a sip she sends Angela a meaningful look and Angela’s eyes flicker away briefly - not of her own volition. There it is, Ana has seen something; something she shouldn’t have. Angela clears her throat. Attempts to divert the attention of the non-verbal spar the two always seem to be in.
“That is an … interesting sweater,” Angela notes, smiling politely. It is important, with Ana, to never give too much away.
Ana smiles in a pleasant way.
“Thank you, it was a gift from Reinhardt,” Ana says. Angela looks at her knowingly. Ana waves her off.
“Say what you are going to.”
“I was only going to say that you two are very cute together,” Angela responds. Pauses: “and also that that sweater is much larger than anyone could reasonably hope to fill.”
There’s a question in there, about the intended owner of the thing, but Ana doesn’t answer it. Instead, she smiles coyly and says thank you.
“So to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
“Funnily, I’m here to deliver a gift; in the form of a sweater - though you might have guessed that.”
Angela watches as Ana digs in the bag at her feet. It’s something to be said about Ana that Angela didn’t even notice she walked in with the bag.
“Oh Ana …” The thing is hideous, “… you shouldn’t have,” Angela says, takes the offending article hesitantly.
“Oh Angela,” says Ana, smirking, “I think Reinhardt will be very sad if you don’t wear it.”
Ana waits until Angela has the sweater on before she finally leaves. Angela blows a stray hair out of face and groans.
“Fareeha!” Reinhardt yells, joyously.
“Reinhardt!” Fareeha yells in turn, confused, pivots around. Zarya and Mei both also turn their attention. They are all in the gym together. Fareeha stands from the machine she’s using.
“I’ve got something for you,” Reinhardt grins, pats her heavily on the back.
Fareeha, who has always admired Reinhardt, beams with happiness.
“I’ve got something for all of you actually!”
“Oh presents!” Mei smiles, Zarya laughs. Reinhard pulls out his bag, distributes his gifts.
Fareeha blinks when Reinhardt lays a sweater in her hand. Unfolds it. It’s bright blue, bright, bright blue, with a little dove on a branch. Fareeha studies it closely and when she feels she’s being rude for having not yet responded she slips it on over her head and surprises both herself and Reinhardt by hugging him. And then feeling propriety rear its head again, she steps back.
“Thank you,” she tells him sincerely. Reinhardt smiles.
“Yes, thank you!” Laughs Zarya, wearing a multicolored monstrosity - stripes: burgundy, purple and brown.
And Zarya, who has no qualms about propriety grabs the three others and hugs them so tight Fareeha feels like she may not be able to breath afterward. Mei laughs, Reinhardt grins, Fareeha feels warm all over.
“Hello stranger,” Angela says, by way of announcement.
Fareeha turns from her seat on the couch.
It’s late, nearly midnight, she’s watching an old crime noir movie, a cup of something warm is in her lap.
“Hello,” Fareeha smiles, pats the couch. Angela walks around, looks her up and down and then sits.
“I like your sweater,” she says, her voice even and controlled.
“I like yours,” Fareeha replies, scoots closer to her. They’re basically the same. Bright, bright blue. Fareeha’s with a dove, a red string in its mouth. The string flies off the side of hers, picks up on Angela’s and ends in the mouth of a falcon on a branch.
“They are …”
“I love them,” Fareeha grins.
“Yes, well, you have no sense of fashion.” Angela replies.
“That is not true.”
“Fareeha Amari, you walked through town the other day in sweatpants.” Angela replies reasonably. Fareeha chuckles, kisses her on the cheek.
“I’m never taking it off,” she says. For a long moment they are both silent.
“I think that I know of an incentive for you to remove it,” Angela responds, takes the cup from Fareeha’s hand and takes a sip. Fareeha is at a loss for words, her mind racing; she doesn’t even attempt to stop her.
“You are the loveliest enabler I have ever had the pleasure of knowing,” says Reinhardt, walking away from the communal living room. Ana moves her hand down to hold his, smiles secretly.
Okay but I was thinking more about the Sixer Mabel AU and can you just imagine how excited Mabel would be to learn that she has a super-cool-and-extremely-dorky grunkle, and how happy Ford would be to meet his great-niece who is the literal personification of sunshine and they both see that they both have six fingers?? They’re just so cute and this AU has so much bonding potential