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“Don’t even think you’re capable of bein’ naughty, mate!”

Rat laughs and leans (quite a bit of a ways) down to plant a quick peck to  Lúcio’s cheek, pulling back for only a moment in clear contemplation before swooping back in and pressing his lips to the other’s. Fuck, Lúcio had soft lips.

“There ya go, mate!” His face was clearly flushed beneath caked on dirt, “Two fa one deal, jus’ fa you!”

A budding romance (accepting) | @explodingpeople

Send ‘💓’ to learn what my muse would do to try to woo yours.

Junkrat: Lúcio’s drawn by Jamie’s chaotic nature, he’d probably indulge in that, but still try to charm him with his cuteness (it’s a weapon and he knows how to use it). He’d turn full flirty mode at any given moment if Jamie leaves any opening. Lúcio’d probably be a little aggressive in his advances (nothing that would make Jamie uncomfortable ofc).

Genji: The sparrow’s cool-but-sassy energy would make Lúcio a little more careful. He wouldn’t like to give off the wrong vibe and undermine any chances he’d have with Genji. It would probably be slow burn as fuck, Lúcio would drop some double-meaning remarks here and thereand see if Genji ever catch it. 

For both of them it would be a little tricky because it’s in Lúcio’s nature to be flirty and they can have their doubts if Lúcio’s ever being really serious. But once you get to know him better you can differentiate harmless flirting with a serious one.

Rat was still gaping, obviously shocked by the new (and unexpected) information. “I honestly had no idea, mate. Who’d a thought you’d ‘ave a kid? That’s wild!”

Five texts my muse didn’t send yours, and one that they did (accepting)

[text to: da bomb] are you free tonight?

[text to: da bomb] i’ve always wondered if overwatch is what you really want for your life right now

[text to: da bomb] do you want to go out?

[text to: da bomb] i love talking to you but im afraid you will stop liking me if you knew me any better than you do right now

[text to: da bomb] i want to call you by your name... i like it

Send some hearts to tell my muse how yours feel about them (accepting)

Markus - 💞: Feels attracted to them, but can’t work out if it’s platonic, sexual, or romantic attraction they’re feeling.

“Haha, well. If you ever figure it out, let me know, alright? Wouldn’t mind any of those options...”

Junkrat -

💖: Finds them aesthetically attractive.

💗: Finds them romantically attractive.

❤️: Wants or is in a romantic relationship with them.

50 ways to kiss someone (accepting) 

19. …for luck. (Junkrat)

The last weeks at the Watchpoint were being a little tense. They were busy, half of the agents were out on missions and the other half, waiting for instructions for the next one, that everyone knew could be at any moment.

Lúcio, however, knew he couldn't make it to any mission for the time being, for the last one he went, he came back with a bullet on his leg.

He remembered clearly: he was caught in a trap, surrounded, too far from the other agents since he was the most fit to reach the upper floor quickly. 

He was a fool, though. He should've stayed close, he should've waited for backup, he should've used his goddamn brain for once. He was good at it. Why didn't he, then?

But Lúcio was also lucky as hell. All the times he was there for his team was paid off when he saw everything in front of him exploding, barricading him as Junkrat magically appeared by his side, grabbing and throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and getting the hell out of there.

And even though Lúcio had saved everyone's lives at least once, he still felt like owing the world to him. His own world.

So when the new mission was announced, he felt guilty he could not be there.

Lúcio observed the other agents getting ready, heart tiny in his chest. He wanted to go so much, but the stitches and bandages on his lower leg didn't allow him to.

When he spotted Junkrat among them, clearly itching for some chaos, Lúcio approached him with care.

"Hey." his voice was low, and even lower when the other's attention turned to him. "I... am sorry for being dumb and having to be grounded now. I wish I could go out there with you to watch your back like you did with mine last time. So uh..." He pressed his own lips against one another, averting his eyes just for a bit. He then looked a little more determined, and reached out the arm that wasn't holding the crutch, stretching as far as he could while gently pulling Junkrat down, kissing the corner of his mouth. 

⚽ YOUR MUSE CHALLENGING MY MUSE TO A GAME@explodingpeople

“I’m gonna kick your ass!” Jamison crowed from where he stood align with the goal post. His regular prosthetic leg had been switched out for one with a skate, left shoe slipping against the rough ice beneath him as he squared off his stance in anticipation for a shot.

Junkrat wasn’t too sure how this game worked, but he knew if the dark disc of rubber slipped passed him, it wasn’t good. Rat slapped his stick against the frozen floor a few times.