//Boop. Movie night. Sorry for taking so long.//

//Possible OOC. @perfectdayforsomemeihem //

Movie night was going to be lonely.

Mei carefully put sweets on a countertop and released a heavy sigh.

There was a cartoon board near Winston’s office: good folk of newly born Overwatch pinned there meeting dates, public announcements, gazette articles and even anonimous sketches.

Yesterday, at Halloween’s Eve, Mei, overcoming her shyness and social awkwardness, pinned there a little flyer with carefully picked words, announcing

MOVIE NIGHT

30 OF OCTOBER

PICK A BEVERAGE OR BRING YOURS

LOTS OF POPCORN

NO ALCOHOL REQUIRED

See you there! Ling-Zhou M.

But nobody came.

Some agents were on a mission (something-something-Eichenwalde), some were too exhausted to function - Zenyatta, being an omnic-monk, excused both himself and cozy snuggled Genji in his lap, apart from others.

Mei just said it was okay - what else could she say? - and shrugged her crawling sadness off. She wasn’t gonna lose her self-confidence over minor incident.

Snowball, beeping in alert, led her out of her thoughts.

“Here she is, ya wretch, quit pestering me!”

Mei greeted Junkrat with wide eyes and her cocked up ice gun.

“Oi, don’t shoot!”, yelled Rat and threw his lanky hands into the air, looking genuinely scared. “Didn’t lay a finger on ya scra– bot, cross me heart!”

Snowball gently whirred, taking a soothing circle in the air near its owner; Mei looked at it with worry, but lowered her weapon - omnic showed no sign of life-treating injury.

“Why are you here?” asked scientist then, cocking her hips. Rat swallowed, but composed himself and nonchalantly shrugged.

“Heard t'was a movie night, food and drinks and all”, he looked around expectantly and furrowed his brows. “Too late?”

She shaked her head, packing ice gun away. Junkrat maybe was, indeed, a no-good bully, but she wasn’t gonna kill him over minor incident.

“No, it’s just–”

“Oh”, he interrupted, knowingly, making a beeline to the bowl of popcorn. “They just sad sons of dinguses for not coming! More food for mr. Fawkes, here we go!”

Despite his motives, Mei found strange comfort in his words. Indeed, sons of dinguses, their lot. She can enjoy a movie in any given company, without pitying her loneliness.

“What’s the plan?”, inquired Fawkes, carefully picking corn and munching on caramel, strikingly resembling a real rat.

Mei padded over to the holovid and folded hands on her chest. Junkrat with sudden nervousness stopped his chewing.

“If you want to watch the movie with me, you must promise me you will behave”, said she, feeling a little awkward; Fawkes stared at her with mixed emotions. “I will not tolerate your… bullying habits!”

Junkrat seriously considered his options.

Something always altered his perception on Mei. Sometimes he wanted to blow her and her stupid bot off the cliff, but sometimes…

They talked. Past were the times, when she outright called him a bully - they discovered a handful of themes to chat in-between missions. Weather and its problems in Outback, boba tea on Busan’s colorful streets, engineering and constructing skills in front of a chalkboard at Gibraltar; last one resulted in hot bickering, plastic door pierced by icicle, some ashes and permanent ban of said discussions outside of experimental facilities.

Mei was awfully sweet - and smart, capable, resourceful. Stone cold, capturing Talon in frightening prison of fresh blue ice.

Just like someone he saw in a mirror - reversed to fire.

“Okay!”, he cheerfully barked, startling Mei for a fraction of a second.“’ll be on me best behavior!”

She smiled, a bit uncertainly, and gestured to the couch.

“Suit yourself. I’ll run the movie.”

“Rat? Are you okay?”

He wasn’t.

Intimidating figure on a screen dramatically laughed, revealing himself to his victims - a headless Reaper, “coming for your souls”, pumpkin eyes shining in bloodlust.

Junkrat stole a blanket and positioned himself behind the couch, peeking over the edge. Mei must have blinked at the moment of his movement: one second he is with her, the other - hiding from fictional monsters.

She supressed a laugh. How could he be scared? The movie was pretty old, but actors were great in their chilling personalities - even if the amount of (obviously sexual) tension between them was slowly coaxing the film onto romantic road.

“They are not going to eat you”, she smiled, as monster behind her ripped someone’s arm off. Fawkes’ gaze darted between her eyes and the holovid.

“Yeah, they gonna fuel my nightmares alright”, he muttered, shyly hiding his stare. Mei pursed her lips in thought.

Junkrat won’t be scared by a massacre, his bombs do damage a lot worse - it’s this intimidating air, this “dressed to kill” looks, she figured.

“So… ‘Our’ Reaper scares you too?” she asked innocently; Fawkes rolled his eyes.

“Pf-f, him? Drongo’s louder than drumset falling down the stairs!” he waved his hand vaguely. “Even I hear 'em mile away, few mines at the ready, how-do-you-do and all.”

Mei snickered.

“So… He sounds a lot like this one!”, she pointed at the holovid. Two mortal enemies staring at each other, claws at their throats and hands at their pumpkins. Rat frowned thoughtfully. “Deadly, but loud and not very mobile without his horse. He even fights some kind of soldier, just like in real life.”

“Huh.”

Mei must have blinked again, because Fawkes was on the couch near her instantly - with a concerned frown.

“You’re right!”, muttered he under his nose, rapture seeping in his words. Mei smiled to herself. Appreciation feels good. “Just genius! Now I can’t fear what I can fight!”

“Not precisely the point, but, well, works too–”

“Thanks, Mei-te!” he threw his hands in the air again, aiming to hug. Some emotion must have flashed on Mei’s face - he faltered a little and settled at the handshake instead.

Mei smiled warmly once again, fingers touching fire come alive.

“This Soldier guy’s kinda strange around Reaps. Look, he’s staring again! I betcha, it’s these thighs he’s checking out, mortal enemies me ass!”

hey @amuerion ! im your secret meihem santa! i hope this is good and you have happy holidays!

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For @innapropriatepossibility

Mei never thought a day would come where she would have to spend longer then one stupid second with an asshat like Junkrat. However Junkrat secretly was the one who wanted this for the past…forever probably. The agency didn’t often go out as a group. Let alone such a small chunk. Mei was never even a fan of this band. Lucio gave Junkrat these tickets months in advance and Junkrat looked pathetic enough to score Mei as his plus one. He got lucky. Real lucky that he had that stupid puppy dog face. Now Mei was trapped in a group date she wanted nothing to do with.

The band was called Manson Family Cult. Apparently Junkrat and Roadhog listened to them and Lucio was able to score tickets but got too many on accident. So he invited Hana, Zarya, Mako, Junkrat, and Junkrat could pick anyone he wished as that final plus one. Mei was stuck and she hated it.

Mei remembered when he asked her out. Or rather, begged.

“Oi, Snow Plum!” Junkrat chirped as she worked at her desk.

Immediately her heart sank and she fought the urge to turn and tell him to fuck off.

“What?” She asked, trying to sound patient.

“So I got these tickets to a band I like and I need a plus one and Roadie will be there and Lucio and Zarya and Hana and-”

“Hana will be there?” Mei asked a bit more hopefully.

She had been friends with Dva for a while and been meaning to hang out with her. Especially since she was cooped up working.

“Yup. We don’t have to call it a date but you wanna hang out? We can watch the mosh pits go on yeah?” He asked.

She shrugged and thought about it. It’s not like she would have to hang out with Junkrat directly so who cares?

“Alright. But I’m avoiding you the whole time.” She grinned.

“Ah you love me!” Junkrat said nudging her.

“Oh shush this is for Hana.” She nudged back.

“Load of tripe!” He called as he left.

So here she was in the back of the hovercraft waiting to arrive in America. She was on her devices and completely in a world of her own. Mostly cause Dva was talking to Lucio and Mei was mentally kicking herself for not seeing that one coming a mile away.

“Oi Mei, how’s my disguise?” Junkrat asked with a smirk.

She looked up at him and saw him wearing a beanie with Manson Family Cult scrawled across the front in sewn white thread across it’s black color. He wore a band shirt and jeans with a flannel tied around his waist.

“Well it doesn’t look quite like you. Maybe more like a skater boy version. Yet it’s actually a good look somehow.” She shrugged as she gave him the side ways glance.

“I tried asking Roadie but he just shrugged and mumbled ‘Very grunge I guess’ so there was that. Then Zarya and him went back to chatting it up about how much they can bench press,” He admitted.

Mei chuckled. “And does Roadie have a disguise?”

“Nah. Just took off the mask. It’s not like that’s an all that bad disguise though,” Junkrat admitted.

Mei put down the online book she was reading and looked up, sure enough Roadhog was completely exposed in the face. He looked like your standard middle aged guy. He almost had a friendly approachable look about him it seemed.

“Huh…” Mei mumbled.

Then the junker placed his butt on the bed she was lounging on and sat beside her.

“So what’re ya readin?” He asked grinning.

“Just information about our next mission,” she mumbled.

“Mission? Take a break sheila. You earned it after how much work you put into all this!” He said nudging her leg.

She sat up and sighed. “Yeah…yet I can’t. I just kinda get addicted to this sorta thing?”

Junkrat pouted and rubbed his neck.

“Habits often need distracted by other habits.” He told her.

Suddenly something cold and wet touched her hand and she saw Jamison was offering her a beer. She smiled at it and sighed.

“You’re right…thanks…”

Mei pecked his cheek but only briefly before chugging it down in one swig. Junkrat’s eyes bulged and he nearly fell.

“J-JESUS, MEI!”

“Hm?” She asked as she crushed the can.

“You finished the whole can of beer in one gulp?!” He asked jaw agape.

“S'a learned skill,” Mei admitted shrugging.

Suddenly Lucio was sitting on the bed and his muscular body suddenly slamming itself on the bed nearly rocketed her three feet in the air.

“Teach me how to do that at the concert!” Lucio begged.

Mei laughed. Junkrat frowned. This showing would be long. Soon after by mere seconds the hover craft landed. Showtime.

Junkrat jumped onto Roadhogs back and the two charged in like two tail gating nerds watching a super bowl. Then Zarya who was quietest in all this and then Dva and Lucio with Mei in tow. Lucio was rambling about his taste in music.

“Believe it or don’t but this is actually a cover band.” He said. “It’s covers of other bands from the late nineties I think. Like Corn and Narilyn Nanson and stuff? The originals were better, but those guys are all dead now, so this is close as it gets to the old experience,”

They found their seats and got even more alcohol and a few snacks. The band didn’t take too long to come out and a full raging audience roared almost loud as the instruments. The crowd almost looked like Junkers with their tattoos and leather and make up. Mei could’ve sworn seeing a girl with a nose piercing and a chain coming from it linking to her boyfriends ear ring. One miss step and she would loose her head. I think that’s part of the thrill! Junkrat later told her. Or yknow, one of them cheated and they wanna be watchful of the other person and chaining them up seemed the only proper way to ensure it wouldn’t happen again.

Eventually a mosh pit broke out. Junkrat disappeared with Zarya and Roadhog to team up in the fight and left Lucio, Dva, and Mei. Mei was starting to like the music even if it enveloped her in crazy people. But since it was a mosh pit the less crazier people stayed by the side avoiding it.

“They’re just fighting?? For no reason??” Mei asked loud enough for Lucio to pick up on.

“Pretty much! It’s a stress reliever like the music!” He explained.

“Isn’t that barbaric??” She called back.

“That’s the fun in it! Legally you can’t bring weapons which is why I’m avoiding it!” Hana Song admitted.

“I’m just staying back to protect you guys!” Lucio called in response.

Hana awed and kissed him while Mei rolled her eyes and watched the band. Suddenly a guy who was clearly high came out of nowhere and touched her ass out of nowhere. So she turned and knocked his teeth out. Not that she meant to! He scared her and she acted! She tried helping him up and explaining that but he scurried off like a pitiful bug and Mei felt a bit bad for him. She just sat there and tried to relax. Mei continued to drink up.

When Junkrat came back he was up to his forehead in a few scrapes and bruises.

“Oi Mei! You okay?!” He asked.

Mei bit her lip. “Thus far. Where’s Mako and Zarya??”

“Together. In the bathroom I think, fight got em riled. Yknow how it is!” Junkrat explained.

Then they both burst out laughing. Mei laughed back but not as hard, her mind lost in booze till she realised how many beers she had.

“I-I think I drank too much…” she whispered to Junkrat.

“Everyone gets drunk at these concerts. Just look at the bass player up there!” He pointed. Sure enough the man in a mask with faux needles pointing out was urinating on the stage like it wasn’t a big deal. Mei looked disgusted but unsurprised.

“I need to get back to the carrier.” She whispered to him. “Take a breather yknow?” She explained. Junkrat nodded and took her hand as they walked off together. Letting Lucio know before vanishing off.

Mei sat down in the first chair she saw and Junkrat fetched her a water bottle. She drank and took some breaths. She wasn’t drunk but she didn’t like to get so much as tipsy. Mainly cause she was so mature and well behaved and proper Sheila like as Junkrat put it.

“I’m sorry if you feel dragged out here.” He confessed as she drank and he sat in a chair by her side.

“Never. At first maybe but I’m making better peace with that now. I like it here, promise!” She chirped between sips. “I just hate hangovers is all,” she admitted.

“I don’t blame you, those suck major dongo.” He assured. “Well don’t worry. I’m like a boomerang. Can’t keep me from ya. I’ll keep you roight company though!” Junkrat saluted. “I’ll never shove off from ya Sheila! Swear it on my grave!”

Mei laughed and finished the water. “I’m still tipsy enough to call you cute yknow. You are. You’re freaking cute Junkrat,” she chuckled.

“Sober, high, or drunk to me your beyond cute. Your bangin as hell, Sheila.” He cooed.

“Explains the guy who grabbed my ass earlier.”

“A who whom did fucking what?!” Junkrat shot up like a missile.

“I knocked his teeth out. On accident. Tried to help him up and apologize but-”

“Credit where it’s due if a woman grabbed me by the Steve Irwin unprompted I’d break her in half for it.” He added.

“You’d be arrested for it.” Mei scolded.

“Shouldn’t be but yeah. Men can be hit and assaulted an it’s cute. Women can’t be cause it’s evil. No one should be able to be hit or groped but it jus happens. Shame it does but it does.” He retorted.

There was silence. Then he grinned and chuckled. “Yknow you can grab me by the corcodile hunter any time. I won’t whine one bit.”

“Unless I squeezed it till it’s purple.” Mei snorted. Junkrat winced. “We’ve been hanging out too long. I’m starting to talk like you.” She shook her head and smiled.

“Keep doing it,” he said standing up and offering his hand. “I look good on you,”

“Quit being cute,” Mei pouted as she took his hand and stood up, accidentally standing too close and brushing noses with Junkrat in the process.

“Do you feel better?” He whispered, touching foreheads with a red and blushing Mei.

“More so then usual actually. I’d prefer to stay here with you though,” she admitted blushing profusely.

“I’ll lock the door then,” Junkrat whispered.

Meihem secret santa for @vetgleek

Mei looking at fireworks and Junkrat looking at her

Meihem secret santa for @vetgleek

Mei looking at fireworks and Junkrat looking at her

Happy Christmas to @thedeathecchi for @meihemsecretsanta !! I’m sorry this isn’t the best, I wasn’t able to put the time I wanted to in it and I wasn’t even home yesterday to post it! I love your work though, and this is a small drawing of one of the chapters in your 30 days fic!! I love you and your work and I hope you like it!

My @meihemsecretsanta is @reaper-botherer, reaper-botherer.tumblr.com

Some of Mei’s earlier concepts was that she was a bounty hunter! :0 So Talia wanted me to draw in some way or form Mei huntin’ down Junkrat, the dirty criminal that he is! X3 I couldn’t help but throw a pun in there for Junkrat. XD

I hope you like it! :3

Have a Mei-rry Meihem Christmas, and Happy Holidays! :D

 My Meihem Secret Santa 2018 gift - this time for @peach-does-art ! Words cannot describe how much fun I had with your prompt of designing these outfits for Junkrat and Mei based on each other’s original designs <3  Here’s hoping you have a Merry Christmas and wonderful holidays with your loved ones! :D

i had another idea at first but then just did this instead so anyways, this is my ss gift for @dreamybeaches! have a happy holiday :-> (can be used as an icon or even just be a simple drawing) 

hey there!  This is my Secret Santa for @alythealligatorart! Pajama Mei and pajama Junkrat (he threw his top away >w< ) watching a movie together! I hope you’ll like my drawing! I’m still experimenting with my drawing styles but I had a lot of fun while drawing this picture :) I’ll upload the non-animated version later, because tumblr likes to fuck gifs up and I’m sure tumblr will destroy it somehow :D

The experiment is more than gorgeous Lucci! <3 I already told you on Twitter how much I adore it, but this gift is just…There is nothing that I DOESN’T amaze me about it! It makes me incredibly happy, even when the gift was made for someone else! :D I’m still over the moon <3 The light effects from the TV and CHristmas lights feel very genuine, the colours are nicely chosen, the poster and cards wall is as adorable as it is hilarious and the interaction between Mei and Junkrat feels so wholesome and full of content and trust <3 Just a little quality time together, presented with a lot of heart’s blood and compassion put into it <3 I’m so glad that the meihem community makes it possible for me and many others to find such great creative minds as you, for instance :D It makes me all the more excited about what direction your art will take in 2019!

@meihemsecretsanta 2018.

“Jamison hugging Mei while she attempts to cook” my fan art attempt for @Roxynoia (roxynoia-fanart). My giftee’s blog has some “Tumblr problems” but I hope she will get the present. Happy holidays!

Taking on sketch commissions for NotN since I don’t have time to grind for chests lmao

So here’s a Krampus Junkrat

I am NOT late thank the lords XD its still the 24th *shot* But this is my secret meihem gift for @n-ice-and-hot and I used the prompt trying to impress :3c Momo gave me the idea while I was brainstorming and I thought it was funny if Krampus Junk showed off how good he is at being krampus to santa mei XD  I hope you like it n-ice~!!! And thank you to @meihemsecretsanta for allowing me to join and dealing with the chaos I have caused in just 24hrs TwT !! <3 

There’s no way I like him ... #meihem +Picture fic

For Niu 🎁 (I hope you like it it’s my first time)

Theme: Denial in love 😍

Mei realizes her feelings for Junkrat after months of denial and what feels like a one sided secret crush. But can a one sided crush be two sided? Also what’s the perfect way to roast a marshmallow?

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It’s 3 am.

As usual Mei has lost track of time working in the lab. What was she even working on again? She can’t remember, but as of this moment she’s too tired to care. A spell ran over her, the sudden realization of the time made her more tired than she actually felt. Rubbing her eyes a light irritated her vision.

Next to her a small portable charging station for Snowball to watch while she worked. A red light glowed in the darkness, Snowball was wandering around the building again and that meant he might be getting into trouble. Turning off her many monitors she grabbed her tablet and left the lab wing. Off to her room now. “I’m sure Snowball is in our room…*yawn*” The idea of looking for him now was too exhausting. Her slippers shuffled on the cold floors, the massive hallways looked only bigger in the darkness. The first time she was here Winston was giving her a tour of the building and it was this hallway where she first saw him.

Click. Clunk. Clu-Clack. She still remembers the sounds of him walking, uneven and odd looking.

•••

It was hard for him to walk with a peg leg and even harder that his hands were behind his back. Lena was escorting him to the questioning room, she said something towards Mei and brought up her girlfriend or something, but Mei couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. He was tall, really tall, hot and smoking. Literally smoking, soot covered and smelled of gunpowder and motor oil. Did he just set off an explosive?

“Lena, um what are you doing?” She stopped and asked Lena, Winston wandered off still giving the tour to a now invisible Mei, chuckling at his own jokes.

“Oh Mei! Hello! Just directing this no good bomber to the big guy. Haha. Morrison wants HIM for some reason, of course we don’t want any curious lookie-loo’s touching or placing things where they don’t need be so I’ve got him in restraints.” Mei let out and intrigued “Oh!” Her eyes looked at Jamison’s peg leg now wobbling to stay so low and upright at the height of Tracer. He let out an uncomfortable groan. “Ya’ done yapping there, my dog is passed all the barking here and wants it to be bed time!” Tracer looked up at the towering man, slightly annoyed at him. “Oh come off it, ya can wait just a tick longer.” Morrison interrupted her “Oxton, I thought you of all people would be able to get this job done fast.” “Oh she’s doing a swell job boss man if you don’t mind me saying!” Junkrat chimed in with a raised brow. Morrison inspected him, he reeked of odd smells. “When was the last time you bathed soldier?” This irked Junkrat. His brows scrunched up, mouth dropping agitated. “Dunno, what day is it?” He sang with a throaty laugh trailing behind it. Morrison turned away from them. “Oxton get this man to the showers we have a long mission to discuss. I’d like to live through it…” “Can I request a maybe cuter shower buddy Mr. Boss man?” Junkrat gave a toothy grin and flashed a look down towards Mei. He gave a little wink and a huge chuckle that it scared Snowball. Mei let out a disgusted noise, but her checks badly hid that she was turning red. “Hose him down Lena! You’ve got 5 minutes!” Morison barked as his teeth gritted. “Yessir!” She saluted him as he walked away and grabbed Junkrat by the wrists. “Let’s go lover boy!” Mei watched him hobble away her heart still beating. Why it’s not I like that gross man, right?

•••

Her mind wandered and before she knew it she was opening her room. She let out a sigh and walked towards her bed ready to collapse, Snowball’s charge station was empty. “Oh Snowball…. why now?” She slumped ready to just quit, but she’d get in trouble with Jack. Again.

“Oooh…. Snowball I’m gonna! Oooh, Bad boy!” Now more angry than tired she opened her door to the quiet empty halls. Now where was he last time? She thought. The lunch room, the lab, the garage….. Maybe Junkrat was there. Probably tinkering away at his limbs, or his weapons and explosives. In fact she’s never seen him in the day time unless he was gobbling food in the lunch room or passed out in the lab. Watching him sleep was almost amazing as watching him work. He’d carry his scrap bins and tires like it was nothing, muscles moving, hands tickling the many compartments and machines. Ugh and that smell he’d give off when we walked passed. A chill rumbled inside her, why was she so fixated on him? It’s not like he was that handsome, … or tall, or his a funny personality. He did like puns, a lot. Hehehe. What was it that he said the other day? She couldn’t remember but she knows she was in earshot and nearly ran out of air from laughing probably way too hard.

A noise rang down the hall, and unfortunately for Mei it was the men’s locker room. Was someone still awake? Was it Snowball?

She tiptoed closer, the lights were on, a shower was running. Was someone inside? “Snowball?” She sang into the room. CLANG!! A sound echoed inside maybe he was inside messing with the lockers? Mei rushed inside eyes closed and yelled. “SNOWBALL!”

Nothing.

The men’s locker room of course it’s empty what was she thinking? Why would Snowball of all places be in here …. Still she ventured further making sure he wasn’t stuck somewhere inside. Trying to remember the women’s locker room she followed the lockers to the back.

“MEI!” A loud voice ringed in her ear, a metal door banged open. The sound made Mei freeze up in fear, her heart racing in her ears. It was him.

Junkrat emerges from his locker, the inside panel reads in thick black marker: “KING JAMISON FAWKES”

“Trying to sneak a peek at my ol’ ‘down under’ are ya?” he cackled. “No I’m looking for-”

Beeping noises come from inside the locker where Junkrat was hiding. Snowball. Struggling to get loose he wiggles free from Junkrat’s back and into the safety of Mei’s arms. “Snowball! Why do you have him? What did you do?” Mei searching for any scratches or graffiti. “Nothin’ I swear on me mum’! Jus trying to take me my ol’ rub n’ scrub but this little trash can wouldn’t leave me any privacy!” Mei’s heart still racing never seems to quiet down, was her adrenaline still running? Or was it because of Junkrat. “Why were you in there if you don’t mind me asking?” Her eyes searched behind him, his locker filled with junk. Junkrat’s eyes lit up, chest puffed up and pointed a finger on his brow as he tapped it twice. “It’s ma thinkin’ spot! Oi come here to brainstorm!” He gave out a chuckle and played with his finger like a mad scientist would.  “Wow,-” Mei exclaimed. “- you fit in that tiny space?” Her eyes went to the locker behind him. Filled with trash and scrap metal it looked like barley enough space to fit snowball let alone a giant man like himself. Snowball purrs for Mei’s attention. “Oh, I’m sorry it’s so late, I think we’ll be leaving. Good Night Jamison.” Hurrying she scuttles away for the door.

Junkrat confused follows her out, fingers tapping his lips as he thought of something. “W-Wait Hold on now Sheila! Can’t go now! You know my secret thinking spot! What about me?” He slapped his chest with his metal hand. Mei’s eyebrows scrunch. “What?” Still walking slightly picking up speed her tiny legs couldn’t beat his long gangly strides. “Show me your secret spot!” His booming voice echoed in the hall. Mei’s heart shot up in her throat. I hope no one heard that, oh please let everyone be asleep. “I don’t have one!” She blushed luckily this time the darkness could hide her face form him. “C’mon genius to genius. We have to share with each otha’ or else what’s the point!” Mei stopped, her room in front of her, the keypad gave a faint glow in the hall. “Don’t tell me….” He halted, both arms raised to pause his thoughts. A big toothy grin crawled across his face and with an eyebrow raised as he looked at Mei toes to head. “The shower?” Mei’s face now deep red was ready to slap his dirty thoughts from his head. But her heart raced at his face now curious to her answer. Was he generously curious about how I think? “I …. I just like to relax in bed and take notes, th-th- that’s all.” She turned and tapped the keypad and her door whizzed open. “Come inside if you want…since it’s only fair.” They both walked in Junkrat stood at the door whistled at the sight. “Whooly dooly, yer place looks nothin’ like mine!” Mie’s heart raced as the door shut behind her, pounding so loud she could feel it about to burst from her chest. Why? It’s just Jamison, right? She let go of Snowball and he drifted into his charging station and went to bed.

“So THIS is where the magic happens eh?” Junkrat ogles her bed and flops right in. “Ooh yeh, oi think oi like yah thinkin’ spot better Snowflake. S’more comfy n’ a cramped locker! Plus this view is top notch!” Mei stared at his body engulfing her sheets, he was bigger than she thought, and laying down wasn’t helping. Junkrat notices her staring. “Oh don’t let me hog your spot here lemme scooch over a bit… there nice and roomy!” He pats the bed. Mei sits cross from him knees up to her chest. Just like the first time we met, but now even closer. Do I like this bumbling, sorry, wait don’t be a bully Mei, do I really like this guy?

The two talk all night forgetting the time and sleep. Mei showed him her notes and Junkrat loudly spoke about his own. Mei constantly reminding him to hush down as people were still probably sleeping. The more they talked the more relaxed Mei felt around him. A warm feeling enveloped her, her heart calm when she listened to his long speeches about nothing. She was comfortable even laying down next to him as they drabbled on about nothing. Without the realization Mei had perched her head on his chest, his heart was racing…ticking. Mei let out a little gasp and bolted up. His face frozen staring up at the ceiling, eyes wide open and twitching. “I’m, oh, I was…. I’m sorry!” He finally breathed out a puff of air, unmoving his eyes rolled towards Mei, a slight lazy eye from this angle. “……!?” He tried putting words to his noises but only faint confused laughter’s stuck in his throat. Mei not knowing what to do did exactly that, nothing just sat in her spot on the bed. She just placed her hands on her face trying not to stir him up. Finally he let out a frustrated laugh. “Ya LIKE me snowflake?!” Bolting straight up he crawled back defenseless into the edge of her bed kicking the blankets toward Mei, his bare back exposed to her icy cold walls. “HUH!? WHAT NO!” Nearly sliding off her own bed she had caught herself now standing holding the blankets that he kicked off, warm from his body. “Do YOU like ME?” Looking away she couldn’t see his reaction to the question. “WHAT!? ME AN’ YOU? NO! NEVA! I mean… your CUTE, and I heard ya laugh at one of my jokes, and with THAT BODY….ooooh ” He stopped, metal hand clasping his mouth shut nearly knocking out a tooth. Leg now shaking he rolled off the bed mouth still shut. “Good! I mean we would never … I mean it’s not like I thought of YOU in that way. I just think of you like a – fellow work partner…” Did I just SAY that to him? Does it matter? It’s not like we confessed to each other, we both denied it…. I think. She wanted him to stay a little longer, and at the looks of him he did too. Hiding in the corner he drummed his fingers on the legs of her desk and the other tweaked at his hair. On her desk was two mugs, it was from earlier that day when Moira of all people came for a chat. “Would you like some hot coco?” He blinked at her, the drumming stopped. “I’ve got the tiny marshmallows.” She gave a tiny smile cheeks puffing up under her glasses. “Can I roast ‘em?”His head peeked from over her bed. She laughed. “If you can manage sure!” He stood up not completely straight as his posture changed to match hers. He watched as she made it. “Hope you don’t mind the milk.” She passed the mug to his good hand, the metal one as it didn’t shake. “Nah, as you can see this big ol’ boy loves it. How else would I have gotten so stretched out?” She watched him torch the white puffy marshmallows into black shriveled globs and placed them in his cup. Next was her. “Tell me when!” He gave an evil smile, but Mei only laughed at his complete concentration that she almost forgot to stop him. He blew out the fire and gently placed it in her cup, it wasn’t completely burnt but not lightly toasted either. As she took her first sip that same warmth from before enveloped her, and her eye lids drooped. She watched him eat a black clump from the skewer somehow not burning himself on the fire still glowing in it. Its gooey insides burst out from the bite leaving white strands on his face as he helplessly tried licking it off. Each sip made her mind fade and the warmth kept growing and growing, and before she knew it….

Waking in the middle of the afternoon each of them not remembering when either of them fell asleep. She was in bed her sheets bundled around her like a warm cocoon. Meanwhile Junkrat saw refuge in the space under her desk using a now no longer white stuffed animal as a pillow. Did they spend the night in the same room? Awkward. Now they both have to leave Mei’s room without being noticed by others. “Morning marshmallow queen. Guessn’ ya can’t take yer hot coco!” He gave out a burst of mismatched laughter. Mei’s heart raced, she was alone with Jamison all night, and did she say anything stupid? Obviously he was still here so maybe he was interested in what she had to say? No way, Mei wasn’t his type or, anyone’s type for that matter. Tiptoeing out the door she looked around for any signs of life. None. “Okay Jamie, let’s go get some breakfast!” Junkrat yawning scratches his belly. “Well Oi think it’s nearly dinner time little Sheila.” A blue blur flashes through the hall, blinking Mei misses it. “Hiya Mei~!” Tracer giggles in her ear. With a big smile on her face she can’t stop staring at the two of them. “Busy night you two?” She gestured her elbow to Mei’s rib with a wink. “NO! I mean, NO!” Oh no, the worst person to find them. Junkrat came from behinf Mei and leaned on the open door frame arms stretched out as he tapped his forhead. “Nah Tinkerbell, just two master minds sharing ideas. Ya bird brain wouldn’t understand…” Tracer scowls and scoffs. ”Roight? Sure, see ya Mei!” Tracer scurries away in a flash down the hall. Junkrat blew air from his mouth, walked out to try and see her flash away but was obviously too slow and too late. “That Sheila has got to be the nosiest loud mouth in this building.” Flushed Mei turns to Junkrat head down, holding a piece of paper in her hands. Shaking thoughts running through her head. “If you ever- I mean….um. FOR SCIENCE!” She pushes the paper in Junkrat’s hands and runs into her room. Confused he stuffs it into his pockets and starts walking away. Mei listens in from the other side:

Click. Clunk. Clu-Clack.

“You should have seen her room Roady, clean like a –a oi don’t know what like but it was top notch! And her laugh! OH ROADY! Her laugh was freakn’ cute! Oh, but she’d never like a guy like me! She even said it herself! Never in a million trillion billion years! What’s bigger a billion?” His fingers danced on his lips, drumming along with his impatient leg bobbing. “Is Ga-gillion a real number? Oh and she loves hot coco made her sleep like a baby. I even ate her marshmellows!” Roadhog gave a muffled grunt and shook his head. Junkrat stared into his belly lost in thought. Did he like her? Nah no way! She was too nice, too goofy, too soft and …. Cute. He unfolded the letter in his hands, the handwriting so neat and the stationary was so cute that Roadhog took a peek. His heart pounded like like a ticking time bomb ready to explode. “Too right…”

“Come see me again. –Mei ”

Mei now cleaning off what she can from the stuffed toy. There’s no way I can like a guy like him…

Junkrat folded the letter back and stuffed it into his boot, the faint hint of hot coco lingered. She aint’ interested in a banged up dag like myself….

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