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HELLO HELLO HI I’M BACK MY TUMBLR FINALLY STOPPED BEING AN ASS. WHITE SCREENS WITH HYPERLINKS ARE NOT FUN AT ALL EVER. 

    There’s a slow squint from Gabriel. His eyes dart from the chocolates back to Rat, then back to the chocolates, then back to Rat.

    He didn’t. He absolutely did not.

    He did.

     ❛ …I’m going to ground you for that. ❜

     Letting the box hover in the air for a moment, Rat reaches in with clawed fingers to pluck out another now-shiny chocolate. He pops it in his mouth without a care in the world. 

     He looks almost surprised at Gabe’s response, before he makes a great show of looking down at the floor he’s sat on.

[[A selfie from a ready-for-bed ratto under the cut. <3 ]]

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I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

The sparkle in his eyes only glowed brighter, almost as if his eyes had been replaced with torches, his pupils expanding, before throwing a fist up into the air as a form of victory, and then grinninghimself. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, after all–Jak had been a huge fan of the junker duo for a number of reasons, majority of them questionable. He couldn’t help but add in his own guffaw with Junkrat’s chuckle, before stretching himself into a more relaxed position.

❝Yeah, ‘m ‘ere in hidin’ too. Terrorist group wants t’enslave me or some friggin’ crap I don’t give a ding dong damn ‘bout. Still, ‘s a good place, innit? People ain’t too bad, and plus, we got ‘nternational idols ‘ere, from the looks of things!❞ He continued with general excitement, smirking all the while.

Grabbing Junkrat’s prosthetic arm with his own prosthetic, he shook it before holding a fist towards him, expecting a fistbump.  ❝Jackson Coyote Davis, aka Madman! Just call m’Jak, J-A-K, no C!❞

     “Idol is a new one, mate!” he grins, and there’s genuine happiness in it. “I’ve ‘ad bully, criminal, convict, idiot, lunatic, ya name it. Nice ta hear somethin’ positive fer once. And ain’t no-one gonna’ enslave you while I’m about, got it?” Jamison promised, unsure how much of it was genuine friendship forming and how much was oh dear this guy’s tickin’ all the boxes.

Being new was never exactly fun–the new kid at school, the new guy at work, and now the new recruit at an illegal former government task force. However, Jak, AKA Agent Madman, was a veryadaptable person, and thrived in the unknown, so there was no doubt in mind everything would be fine. Annoyingly awkward at first, sure, but everything would work out in the end. They always seemed to, after all.

So Hangar One was where he was told to wait–someone would be waiting to show him around, someone who he apparently he had “a lot in common with”, which essentially meant they wereeccentric, rebellious, or just plain off the wall.

What Jak wasn’t expecting, though, was to see an idol. His eyes sparkling, he immediately waved, greeting the other.

❝Holy [BLEEP], ya really the Junkrat,  in the flesh!? This why the crime trail stopped cold recently!?❞

     Well, that was an unexpected reaction. Fans were few and far between, especially in a place like this, and he felt his classic grin finally tug at his lips again. Pulling his mismatched hands from his pockets, he spread them wide with a flourish, twirling his fingers and inclining his head in a prideful bow. 

     A chuckle. “Mostly flesh, mate.” 

     As he approaches the other man, he realises that he’s practically Roadie’s height, and stops short as to not crane his neck. “That’s right. This lot offered me an’ Hog a bargain ‘bout a year ago now. Stop th’large-scale heists until the cops get off our backs, an’ we can hole up here. Pretty good, eh?”

     “Why do I hafta lead some kid around the place? Why me? I thought you lot didn’t trust me with newbies!” Jamison groaned, sighing like a slighted teenager. He only half-listened when Winston explained something about them having a lot in common, and hauled himself up to stand. “Yeah, yeah, alright, I got it. Where’d ya say? Hangar One?”

Upon receiving an affirmation from the gorilla, he rolled his eyes, hobbling off to the meeting point. What is he gonna be like? Some scrawny lil’ newbie, I bet, fresh outta trainin’. Be runnin’ with their tails between their legs soon as they see me. Ain’t gonna’ be strong, an’ tall, an’ dressed like a punk an’ missin’ a-