#*♔. — what a bunch of misfits & freaks we got here ( verse: junkrat. )

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                           @kalokaii​​           /              Oh gosh, it's a very special day! "Happy birthday, Jamie!" Mei cries, scurrying up to him with a tray of cupcakes in her hands. Each one is decorated like a little bomb, complete with a lit fuse and everything! She stands on her tip-toes to give her partner a big, lingering kiss on the cheek. "Look! I made some cupcakes for my cupcake!"

| | | | | Jamison’s  birthday  (  accepting  !!  )

                        ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒  Oh,      of    all    the    things    he    never    would’ve    expected    on    his    birthday,      this    is    by    far    the    sweetest  !!    He  marvels  at  the  cupcakes  with  his  amber  eyes  all  bright    &    warm,    sparkling  like  he’s  never  seen  anything  so  thoughtful  in  all  his  life.    Who’d  think  so  of  the  ex  —  Junker  ?    Nobody  but  his  Snowflake,    that’s  for  certain  !!    But  in  all  seriousness,    he  hadn’t  thought  that  even  she  would  go  so  far  out  of  her  way  for  somebody  like  him  as  to  not  only  remember  the  day,    but  to  bring  him  the  most  perfect  little  cupcakes  he’s  ever  seen  in  all  his  life.

                            ❝  Why,    Snowflake  !!    This  is  INCREDIBLE  !!    You  really  went    &    made  these  for  me  ?  ❞

                            &    with  a  strength  belying  the  trimness  of  his  shape    (    if  not  the  firm  muscles  under  that  stained  skin  !!    ),    he  responds  by  picking  his  precious  misso  right  up  off  the  ground  in  a  tight  hug,    cupcake  tray    &    all  !!

                          ❝  Cripes,    what’d  Oi  ever  do  t’    deserve  a  girl  like  you  ?      Thank  you,    sweetheart,    thank  ya,    thank  ya,    thank  ya  !!  ❞

#// awwwhh !!! QuQ ♥♥♥ #// too SWEET #// thank you for sending this !! #*♔. — kalokaii #*♔. — a perfect day for some mayhem !! ( ic: junkrat. ) #*♔. — i only want the fire in me to melt the ice in you ( junkrat & mei. ) #*♔. — what a bunch of misfits & freaks we got here ( verse: junkrat. ) #*♔. — a secret message just for you ( closed starter. )

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                            @hifimuses​          /           cont.

“Hey now, who said anything about dread?” She said with a hardy laugh and a slam of her fist on the planning table for the team. Junkrat and her had been up at night discussing how they could work on upcoming battle strategies.

“I’m just being realistic that bombs can’t be the only way to win. They certainly can help though! Don’t think I’m discouraging you at all Junkrat!”

                      ❝  ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒  Well    then  !!    That  IS  a  different  matter,    then,    ain’t  it  ?  ❞        The  crashing  sound  of  her  fist  brought  the  life  back  into  Junkrat,    perking  him  right  up  again.    In  spite  of  the  circumstances  that  had  brought  him  here,    he  wanted  to  be  part  of  the  team  !!    As  long  as  he  was  Overwatch,    he  was  Overwatch  all  the  way  !!    What  better  way  than  by  demonstrating  his  tactical  skill    &    his  loyalty  both  over  the  course  of  this  strategy  discussion  ?

                                  He  felt  like  he  was  really  getting  on  with  Brigitte,    though,    either  way  ;      she  responded  to  him,    made  him  feel  valued    (    like  an  equal  !!    ),      &    he  really  liked  her  spirit.

                                      ❝  Right  then  !!    Maybe  consider  them  as  a  way  t’    cover  th’    main  forces’  flanks,    then,    yeah  ?    If  explosives  can’t  lead  the  charge,    then  they  can  bring  up  the  rear  !!  ❞

#*♔. — hifimuses #*♔. — a perfect day for some mayhem !! ( ic: junkrat. ) #*♔. — what a bunch of misfits & freaks we got here ( verse: junkrat. )

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                                  @justicepursued​​             /              cont.

   Win or lose, the silence after an argument with Winston always feels hollow. Heavy limbs settle awkwardly in the ratty swivel-chair, slightly slouched back casting a shadow over the office desk. Fuck it: face, meet palms. It’s the afternoon, she could call out early. A map of Gibraltar unfurls photograph-perfect in her mind. Here is the Watchpoint, there is her hotel. And the off-licence is—    That old impulse rises to the forefront of her conscience, seizing frayed nerves with a violent force. She ought to feel sick to her cramped stomach. Angela’s patients deserve a better doctor, a good doctor, one whose hypocrisy has been pardoned through rigorous abstension.    The squeak of door hinges pulls her out of another would-be bout of brooding. Jamison’s gaunt form hangs on her attention awkwardly, Angela’s head spinning from the serendipity. Here is their man of the hour, the very subject of her argument with Winston. Her mouth opens, closes, tongue working to shape words in a language they mutually understand. But Junkrat speaks first, something clearly on his mind.    Ah.    ❝  We can,  ❞  Angela tentatively answers, the ‘how’ still stubbornly eluding her clever mind,  ❝  I appreciate that you want to talk.  ❞    A long, torturous silence ensues. Perhaps it’s fortunate that her spine can no longer bend so far, because Angela is sure she would have slammed her forehead into the cracked mahogany desk. It’s hardly Jamison’s fault. He is learning, and she is a ruin altogether different than the aftermath his explosives leave behind.    ❝  You…  ❞  she waves her hand, its silvery sheen reflective in the wan light,  ❝  How are you enjoying your stay in Gibraltar? I heard the Botanic Gardens are nice.  ❞    Jamison’s upper limb prosthetic is fashioned to his right arm, the amputation starting just below the elbow joint.  They had both played with fire and paid the price, but her patient leapt back in, still hungry for more. Yet Overwatch has nonetheless seen fit to indulge him. Angela winces, blue eyes flitting up to meet his gaze. Any more reflection on their mirror image and the guilt would drive her into the arms of the off-licence with a quickness.

                                          The   icebreaker   is   most   definitely   appreciated.      Small   thing,      but   he’s   feeling   a   little   bit   better   approaching   her   at   least.      It   isn’t   like   Jamison   to   feel   so   hesitant   on   talking   to   anybody,      but   he   knows   he’s   not   anybody’s   favourite   since   he   wound   up   getting   brought   onto   the   team.      Probably   wasn’t   a   real   popular   choice   hiring   him      &      Roadie   on,      even   if   there   is   another   bloke   about   who’d   joined   under   what   he’s   come   to   understand   were   pretty   similar   circumstances.      

                                                Same   bloke   as   caught   the   pair,      actually.      Jamison   doesn’t   hold   it   against   him.      He’d   be   a   hypocrite   if   he   did,      &      the   last   thing   he’d   ever   like   to   fancy   himself   as   is   a   hypocrite      (      killer,      thief,      terrorist,      brawler,      &      all   that   other   stuff,      but   not   a   hypocrite      ).      Anyway,      the   lifestyle   of   wheeling   wild   around   the   world   doing   whatever   pleased   them   always   did   have   a   time   limit   attached.      Like   a   timebomb   where   you   can’t   see   the   timer.      Eventually   it   was   all   gonna   blow   up      &      they   were   gonna   go   out   in   a   blaze   of   glory.      

                                             He   wouldn’t   have   ever   predicted   this   outcome,      but   the   hard   fact   is,      any   outcome   but   dying   young   was   gonna   be   a   surprise,      even   before   he   met   Roadie.      You   don’t   live   long   in   the   Outback.      You   just   don’t.      But   here   he   is   anyway.

                                                Hence   why   he’s   trying   so   hard   to   behave   himself.      If   he’s   a   good   boy,      he   gets   to   blow   things   up   for   the   good   guys,      plus   he   might   actually   live   past   30   !!      Much   as   he   tried   to   resist   things   going   in,      it’s   not   a   bad   deal.      Very   much   the   opposite.      He’d   be   lying   to   say   he   doesn’t   appreciate   the   shot.      Oh,      no,      he   wants   to   do   everything   in   his   power   to   pay   them   back   in   kind.      It’s   everything   he   could   have   asked   for      &      then   some.      He’s   been   wanting   to   go   legit   for   a   while,      even   if   he   ain’t   all   that   good   at   it.      Childish      &      explosive   as   he   is. 

                                                  It’s   a   learning   curve,      that’s   for   sure.

                                                ❝   Oh,      yeah,      definitely.      They’re   just   gorgeous.      Never   seen   anythin’   like   it   in   me   life.   ❞            Small   talk   is   hard.      He   feels,      if   anything,      even   more   awkward   trying   to   reciprocate.      He   really   has   to   remind   himself   that   he   has   to   put   in   an   effort,      because   otherwise   he’s   failing   her      &      himself.      He   gets   caught   up   in   that   effort      &      carries   on,            ❝   I   mean,      I’m   pretty   travelled,      yanno   ??      Been   all   over,      hah.      But   uh,      yeah,      I   hadn’t   ever   been   to   Gibraltar   before.      It’s   real   nice.      Real   peaceful.      A   nice   sort   of   peaceful.   ❞

#// bless !! her !! #// also please forgive the delay gomen gomen #*♔. — justicepursued #*♔. — a perfect day for some mayhem !! ( ic: junkrat. ) #*♔. — what a bunch of misfits & freaks we got here ( verse: junkrat. )

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                           @savedgames​​​            /              「 Jamie! I heard it was your birthday! 생일 축하해, 친구! 」 It had taken Hana some time to determine a suitable gift, and she eventually opted to give him a brand new tool-kit, with the handles of each tool lovingly painted to match his signature aesthetic.

| | | | | Jamison’s  birthday  (  accepting  !!  )

                        ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒  Well    if    that    don’t    beat    all  !!    Jamison’s  absolutely  floored  by  this  gift,    clapping  his  hands  in  DELIGHT  as  though  he  can’t  possibly  hold  it  all  in.    Of  course,    he  is  a  very  physical  person  in  the  first  place,      &    when  it  comes  to  such  an  unexpected  kindness,    it  bubbles  up    &    out  of  him  like  a  soft  drink  shaken  up  !!

                            ❝  Oh,    Hana,    Pineapple,    this  is  amazing  !!    Oh,    these  are  beautiful,    these  are  !!    Didja  paint  them  yourself  ?    Oi  won’t  ever  use  another  set  again,    these  are  gonna  be  my  go  —  tos  FOR  LIFE  !!    Thank  you  !!  ❞        He’s  moving  his  organic  hand  over  them,    as  though  he  needs  to  feel  them  to  really  get  a  proper  sense  for  them,      &    picking  up  one  to  examine  the  thoughtful  paintjob    &    the  beautiful  gleam  of  brand  new  tools,    sparkling  metal  that’s  never  seen  rust  or  grease  or  use  at  all.

                            How  dear  is  his  companion,    first  friend  he  ever  made  in  Overwatch    &    still  being  way  too  good  to  the  likes  of  him  !!    Why,    he’s  gotta  throw  his  arm  around  her    &    smooch  her  cheek  for  that,    lips    &    nose  pressing  hard  into  soft  skin  to  almost  comical  effect.    

#// thank you for sending this !! #*♔. — savedgames #*♔. — a perfect day for some mayhem !! ( ic: junkrat. ) #*♔. — let's go crazy let's go stupid !! ( junkrat & d.va. ) #*♔. — what a bunch of misfits & freaks we got here ( verse: junkrat. ) #*♔. — a secret message just for you ( closed starter. )

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                     @kalokaii​​​​​  sent   ❛   make  me  feel   from mei to her stinky bf whom she loves with all her heart   ❜   for  a  randomly  generated  starter !!

𝟸𝟿. 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎’𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍

                      ❝  ‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒  Oi,      Oi,      Snowflake  !!    C’mon,    you  need  a  break,    Oi  know  ya  do,      &    I  got  just  th’    thing  for  ya,    too.  ❞        Constant  motion,    Jamison  does  not  hold  still  even  while  he’s  addressing  her,    instead  sweeping  up    &    resting  both  his  hands  on  her  chair,    first  on  one  of  the  armrests,      &    then  with  a  hop  behind  her  it’s  on  to  the  other.    He’s  beaming,    of  course,    with  his  dirty  nose  scrunched  up    &    his  teeth  showing.    

                              He  takes  his  hands  off  the  armrest  to  reach  into  the  bag  slung  over  his  shoulder,      &    from  it  he  pulls  out,    with  surprising  care,    a  plastic  container  of  takeout  food.    This  he  shows  to  his  girlfriend  with  a  flourish,    holding  it  out    &    actually  saying,        ❝    Ta  —  da  !!  ❞        

                            There  is  no  end  to  his  pride  in  having  procured  this  precious  food.

                            ❝  So  ?    So  ?    It’s  ya  favourite  grub  !!    Oi  pay  attention  t’    these  things,    yanno,  ❞        Jamison  adds,    puffing  out  his  scrawny  chest.        ❝  That’s  worth  a  break  then,    ain’t  it  ?  ❞

#// babies ;w; #*♔. — kalokaii #*♔. — a perfect day for some mayhem !! ( ic: junkrat. ) #*♔. — i only want the fire in me to melt the ice in you ( junkrat & mei. ) #*♔. — what a bunch of misfits & freaks we got here ( verse: junkrat. ) #*♔. — we got all your letters ( answered. )