overwatch x reader

Lucio x male reader

(Y/n) made sure the stroke of his brush precise on the canvas and took care of the brush's bristles as if it was his own hair.

He was trying to think of what a good angle to paint Ribbit in as he posed. Ribbit is just a little pet you gave to Lucio.

"Thanks (y/n), that'll go great with the wall of heroes," Lucio said.

The wall of heroes is something Overwatch just came up with to honor their heroes and keep them in history. It's a hallway with portraits of the heroes with large descriptions of their accomplishments and background under the paintings.

"I know, I know. No need to thank me. Now hold still," (Y/n) said. Painting him wasn't easy enough since he did have a lot of detail to his lower body, but this is his duty.

To be honest, standing here in such a single pose isn't all too comfortable to Lucio, but watching his favorite man paint is worth the wait.

The sparkle in his eyes when he enjoys making his works just amused him. They've been friends for the longest of time, and he's happy to see him this way. The work he was doing was so looked down upon. But after this, he'll make a new just song for him for his upcoming concert to thank him.

Lucio smiled at the thought, but then his thoughts was intruded once a familiar sound came.

"Yoohooo!" Junkrat greeted as he wottled in (y/n)'s dorm.

(Y/n) said, "Oh, uh, hi Junkrat. I'm sorry, b-"

Junkrat saw the little paintbrush in his hand and his portrait. "Well, what do you have here, Sheila? Paintin' aren't ya? Paint me like one of your french girls!" Junkrat placed himself in front of Lucio and made a sexy pose along the ground as he smiled.

(Y/n) sighed. Junkrat was making his exinstance prominent, and so he thought mind as well.

He takes down the canvas of Lucio's half finished portrait and puts up a clean one ready to be painted. This painting shall be just for both Lucio AND Junkrat.

"Wait a minute here, are you serious?" Lucio said.

It was "Lucio and (y/n)" time, not "Sexy Junkrat" time!

"Don't worry, after this painting, I'll continue with your portrait. Besides, I think it's a little fun painting you two together," (y/n) said.

"Yeah, Lucy! Have a little fun!" Junkrat joked. He then smirked at (y/n) and winked at him.

He giggled and had a gentle blush and then pursued painting.
Lucio couldn't believe this, but if (y/n) was happy, he had to take it...even if it was with this obnoxious troublemaker.

Giant footsteps could be heard from (y/n)'s doorway.

They all turned around and say it was the cowboy.

"Woah there, painting' without McCree into the mix? That's a sin never to be done," McCree said as he made himself comfortable between Lucio and Junkrat.

"Uh....ok then. But you need to be kneeling so everyone is on a different level." Having another person wouldn't be a problem (y/n) said.

"Oh, that'll do fine, my lord." McCree tilted his hat and gave a warm smile back.

(Y/n) grinned in reply and resumed his art.

At this point, Lucio was eternally screaming. Nooo! Why? It's like I want to be tormented.

"Oh wait! I need more paint. I'll be right back." (y/n) went into his giant closet.

This is Lucio's perfect moment.

"Hey guys," Lucio started.

He grabbed Junkrat's and McCree's attention.

"I don't mean to be mean," Lucio said, "but can you excuse yourselves. It's just that (y/n) was painting a portrait of me for the wall of heroes and it was going to be just me and him. Can you do this for one bro to another?"

"Oh! I see..." Junkrat smirked. "You got the hots for (y/n)."

"No! It's just..." His eyes wandered around the room as his cheeks reddened. "Maybe."

Junkrat laughed. "You're not the only one."

"He is lookin' mighty fine," McCree said.

"You too?!" Lucio exclaimed.

"Well, well, well, I guess we got a competition on our hands." The cowboy snickered.

"Nuh-uh! I know (y/n) likes me best! I'm the king of flirtation, and he loves it! Of course, if that doesn't work, I got my manliest on my chest!" Junkrat did look quite impressive with his charming abs.

Lucio took off his shirt and displayed his masculinity. "I'm not the only one."

It seems that junkrats and Lucio's are neck and neck with their body mass.

"Oh yeah? Well, I get a beard no man has ever come to mastering." McCree took off his shirt. "Besides, I got something you all don't! Chest hair."

The three men started bickering over who (y/n) would prefer. Until...

"Aye! I got my paint...And...Oh my, goodness..." (y/n) just couldn't believe it. What he witnessed was an abs fest. He just couldn't stop looking away. They were speaking to his eyes...
His heart was doing backflips in her ribcage. He failed to notice the plate of paint in his hand had fallen to the ground.

The men just gawked at him. They were all at a standstill.

"W-What the hell is going on?!" (Y/n) broke the commotion.

"Ugh, (y/n), we can explain! We j-" Lucio was pushed aside by Junkrat and the trouble-maker placed himself in front of (y/n).

"Admit it, Sheila, you like me don't you?" Junkrat smiled and waved his eyebrows.

"I-I-"

"Or are ya lookin' for a real man?" McCree tossed Junkrat aside and pressed against (y/n). His warmth and hard chest just mesmerized (y/n).

"Er, I..." (y/n) couldn't help but feel overloaded. "THIS HAS TO STOP!" He yelled, catching the men off guard.

"Oh no, I think we have done it."

"All of you, out this minute!"

They all grabbed their shirts and ran out the dorm without protest.

(Y/n) closed his dorm'a door. He jumped into his bed. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling. I can't believe they all just did that...Just to see who I like the most. That was truly unexpecting for (y/n).