#ana amari x you

[jailbird-junkrat-writes]

Overwatch Handholding Headcanons Part 2

Part 2 of 4

Ana

It’s been years since she did something as simple as holding someones hand. Her hands are deceptively soft despite her age. Warm to the touch, firm when she takes your hand. She can sense your hesitation and is more than happy to take your hand in hers first. Firm, commanding but in a comforting way.

Cassidy

Oh, he’s a smooth son of a bitch. He takes your hand gently, bringing it to his face to kiss the back of it. You feel the tickle of his beard and the shadow of a cocky smirk on his lips as he does so. He intertwined your fingers with his and winks. His hand is rough, but his lips soft. You melt at the contact paired with his southern drawl.

Moira

She takes you by the wrist, firm and commanding as her eyes meet yours, reading your reaction as sharp nails skim along your skin. You shudder at the sensation, a smirk on her face as she continues to run them over your palm, claiming your hand, long slender fingers winding with yours as she tugs you towards her. One hand is smooth, and the other has such a defined texture of her scaring decay. You don’t shy away from either.

Mauga

The man is charming and confident as he offers you his hand with an eyebrow raised, wind blowing his hair as he gives you a sly grin. He waggles an eyebrow when you place your hand in his and he pulls you against him. Believe it or not he’s big into hand-holding, likes to see the size difference between you both, loves to see how you fluster at the look on his face. Booming laugh as he leads you by the hand. Probably into trouble.

Zenyatta

He likes to hold hands. He uses it as a form of affection towards his brothers, his friends, those close to him as well as the person he loves. A simple holding of the hand when talking or greeting. How he holds someone's hand and his relation to the person varies. With you he likes to hold your hand. He liked to rub his thumb over yours when connected. He gently runs his fingers over your knuckles, committing everything about the moment and how your hand feels to memory.

[colemorrison]

VENT POST, talks about suicide and relapsing.

"You deserve every little bit of what you have.. So many games, so many friends, such a beautiful human. You deserve to be you."

Ana's voice was soft, she was here to be yours whenever you needed. Though with how quickly your life was falling apart that would be forever.

"I just don't understand how I was so easy to leave."

"Oh my dear.. It isn't like that, you are such a wonderful human. Either they didn't see that or they didn't deserve to. No one here would leave you the way they did."

Tears filled your eyes as they had everyday for the past week, it got better and then worse, better and then worse. For the first time in ages you genuinely wanted to die, part of you wanted to take a leap out your window, you knew if you landed just right. Lights out.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No. You were yourself, and you are greater than what they could see."

"Will I be okay?"

"You will be so okay you make the people jealous. Someone so hurt could come out on the highest peak."

"I love you Ana.."

"I know dear. I love you too."

[afraidofchange]

completely unprompted but what do you think ana's reaction is to meeting moira when they're younger, what's she think of her?

@unfogged | for Ana.

So given Ana's history - being part of the Egyptian military as a sniper (and iirc canonically part of a long military family) - she's the kind of person who is proud of serving, and the work she has accomplished to keep people safe. Becoming a part of Overwatch is a huge achievement, and something that will be a huge part of her career trajectory, whatever the cost may be (which in this case is parenting her daughter better, oops). She's always worked by the book, following law and ethical morals to a tee - it's ingrained in young Ana Amari, through and through.

So with that in mind, given Moira's already controversial reputation surrounding her genetics research that was publicly disavowed by the Overwatch organization, Ana would certainly see that as a red flag, however competent Moira may be as a scientist. However, she nor Jack had any hand in who Reyes hired for Blackwatch; they knew of their existence, but had no control over it.

Meeting Moira would come with an air of distrust from Ana right from the start, though again, she'd have no real providence in controlling what Reyes intends for the BW division. And of course, she'd know a bit about Moira's background and has probably heard Dr. Ziegler's complaints about having had past working experiences with Dr. O'Deorain (and as such, has a bit of an understanding of what it is, exactly, that Moira's research is in).

So meeting face to face, she'd be professional, though I don't think she'd entirely be approving of Moira being a part of it - but again, her hands are bound in terms of power and chain of command given that Blackwatch didn't exist in the public eye until the Venice incident that led to their untimely reveal (and ultimately, later on, to the downfall of Overwatch itself).

So, professional and respectful, I think she'd treat her as such, but she would certainly have disapproval over whatever was going on in Moira's laboratory, even if she didn't necessarily understand it herself.

I do think there's a sense of irony in that later after her near death experience and such, when Ana turned a new leaf as more of the vigilante from the shadows protecting people and being more of a 'healer' than a killer, that she repurposed Angela's biotic nanotech for the purpose of 'harming' enemies out of her own rifle (but still playing within the limits of her own morality).

[idanceuntilidie]

Honestly I have no idea if this is good but it sat so long in my docs... Anyway enjoy and Im gonna take a shower :3 gn reader x yandere catboy warnings: mentiones of yandere behaviour and murder

„My little piece of heaven”

Your fingers gracefully typed the document that you have worked on for a good few weeks smiling proudly. The end of this horrible work is so near, the victory sweet on your tongue.

A loud crash followed by “waaah! y/n!” pulled you out of your thoughts. You cringed at the sound of glass shattering, the painful noise sending shivers down your spine. You exhaled deeply, collecting your thoughts and rethinking your life choices. Hoisting yourself up from the couch you walk to the kitchen to see what had been broken. AGAIN. You liked living alone, at first. After a few months it got really tiring, your head was too loud, music and TV didn’t help much, of course you did hang out with your friends but you always ended up being so tired by the end of the meeting. They even rarely visited you. You were slowly getting sick of yourself, so like a rational adult you decided to go to the therapist to see how you can get better. He gave you some pills, and you two agreed to meet every few weeks. Your head was much quieter but then you just felt lonely.

This time you turned to your friends, and one of them, Ana, said that it would be a good idea to adopt a hybrid. You weren’t confident that it was such a good idea but gave in. You always liked cats, so adopting a cat hybrid was your goal.

You were met with a pair of big glossed over green eyes in the kitchen and you sigh. Carefully you crouch next to the broken cup and the boy. You still can’t believe you both are the same age, he is much smaller and sometimes acts like a baby. “Y/NNNNNN what took you so long?” he whimpered, wiping the tears that had stained his cheeks. They were rosy red, just like his nose and the area around his eyes. You could tell he was crying for some time. You felt guilt boiling in your stomach, so you started to clean the mess he made.

That’s when you noticed the blood.

Cursing under your breath you look at him again, just to see him clutching one of his hands tightly. The crimson liquid seeping into the pretty beige and pink sweater of his. Slowly turning it red. The sight and smell of blood makes you dizzy, but you still ask for him to show his hand to you. He does it almost immediately, eyes filling with tears and lips quivering.

“Oh Gosh Amaris, you are hurt! Why didn’t you say so earlier?” “Wah! I am so sorry Y/N, I didn’t want to worry you even more..” you wiped the tears that were now again streaming down his cheeks. Amaris visibly relaxed when your hand made contact with his skin.

You found Amaris on the street, he was weak,, cold and beat up. You took him in and took great care of him. You two made a deal that when he gets better he will go, look at you guys now. He never left, so you could say you adopted a hybrid. He wasn’t the strongest or the biggest but he was really sweet. You can’t help but wonder how in the world he survived on the streets.

You help him clean the wounds. 

He couldn’t really stomach the sight of blood all that well so you tried your best to tell him stories or talk with him in general which helped a lot.

He smiled and giggled, cheeks dusting with p

There was a part of you that missed being alone, but it was nice to have some company.

“The fuck you mean you couldn’t kill em?!”

Amaris hissed. 

There was a panicked muffle on the other side, someone desperately tried to explain themselves.

“Shut the fuck up, what do I even pay you for you useless bag of meat?”

He groans circling around the room. How can people that he himself hired be so utterly useless? The floorboards creaked under his weight, and he froze. Nothing. He went back to circling. Well, nothing if you don’t count the desperate crying on the phone, which slowly but surely starts to get on his nerves. 

“If you won’t get rid of them until dawn you can say bye bye to your family.”

He hung up, his hands gripping the phone, breaking it in half and throwing it out of the balcony. The echo of it crashing Getting rid of the evidence, it is important, he doesn't care about the cops but you. God knows what would happen if you found out his little secret. His little mate needs to stay as dumb and obedient like always. Amaris walked back into your shared apartment, straight to your bedroom. He didn’t need the light  to see your sleeping form. You looked adorable like always, he crouched next to your bed. Adorable. He liked watching you when you slept, when he stared at you for longer he could catch what he was missing during the day. The color of your lips, your pretty little eyelashes. The moles on your body and face. Little scars he made, or you got by accident. He also likes to kiss those, the excitement that you could wake up and see what he is doing spurring him on in his actions. There is no fun without risk.

Amaris smiled at you, his little piece of heaven. Only his forever and ever.

[colemorrison]

nah because i’m deadass sitting here sobbing, screaming, crying, throwing up all of that.

thank you baby <3

This is really important to me because my own parents don’t support me so I want you to write it.

Could you write a trans ftm reader coming out to Ana, Reinhardt and Soldier, I need the comfort and acceptance.

Thank you sm Yazz, I love youuu.

This means so much to me that you would trust me to write something like this. I hope I have done this some justice and I hope it doesn't make you cry too much my love. ♥

(lets ignore Torb and Reyes in this gif, okay? Okay.)

Ana / Reinhardt / Soldier x Trans FTM Reader

Word count: 1665

The thought had been weighing you down for months. For years have you felt that you were in the wrong body, never really fit in with the other women. Never really fit in anywhere, but being at Overwatch made you feel like you were home. Surrounded people who always had your back, whether in battle or on base recuperating for the next assignment. Overwatch was home. 

Sitting there, wide awake at 3am made you wonder when the right time to say something was. Of course, keeping silent meant that everyone still referred to you by your deadname, the pronouns you had grown to hate. That wasn’t you, never had been. You hated your body, the female traits that you had grown to hate and the chest that you bound so you seemed more masculine, more like you. 

You had to tell someone before it eats you alive. 

Pulling off the blankets from your body, slipping into something more comfortable, you head out of your living quarters and seek one person out. One person you knew who’d be understanding no matter the circumstances, someone who would be awake at this time. 

The anxiety was at an all time high as you wander the base halls. The lights flickering above you as you walk, the hum of the electricity flowing to the next light. You try to keep as calm as you could, feeling your body tremble as you near the mess hall, but all movement stopped just beside the entrance when you hear the one woman you needed to speak to laughing. 

Only when another laugh roared out alongside hers did it break a smile on your face. 

The woman hushed the laughing man before speaking. “Don’t be scared, come on in.” 

With a slight hesitation, you enter the room, seeing both Ana and Reinhardt sitting on the sofa. They look over at you standing in the doorway. 

“What ever is the matter?” Reinhardt speaks up, German accent thick and a look of concern on his face as he sees the worry in yours. 

“You look absolutely petrified.” Ana remarks. She pats the space between the two of them, signaling for you to come and sit beside them. “Come, what’s on your mind, sweetie?” Her voice was so soft, you swear you could listen to her talk for hours, no matter the subject at hand. 

Sitting between their bodies, you look down at your hands that were clasped together, a tight grip that made your knuckles white. 

Reinhardt adjusts his position, they both did as they sat straight, looking down at you with nothing but concern. 

“Is everything okay?” Reinhardt places a hand on your back, the size difference enough to make you feel smaller than you already were. 

“I… I need to tell you something.” You start, your body beginning to shake once more, then the rambling begins. “I- I was only planning on telling you, Ana. I didn’t think you’d both be in here. I’m worried about what you’d think of me after I tell you, scared you might not want to work with me anymore. You two… You two have been better parents to me than my actual parents and you’re not even my parents. I consider you two to be, though, oh god I really do… I feel safe with you two…”

“What’s wrong?” Ana places her hand just beneath Reinhardts on your back. Her other hand resting on top of your hands that were shut so tight around each other that it was hurting you. 

Then there was a knock at the door. “Am I intruding?” 

“Jack? What are you doing up so late?” Ana turns around to see commander Morrison stood in the doorway, sleep evident in his eyes. 

“You can hear Wilhelms laugh from across the base.” Jack moves his way around the room, heading straight for the coffee machine. “You know I’m a light sleeper, Amari. Besides, it’s a sleepless night for me.” His hands wrap around the mug, feeling the warmth in his palms. 

“Seems like there’s a lot keeping us awake tonight.” Ana chuckles. 

“What’s wrong, kid?” Jack moves to sit on the other sofa that was directly across from you. His eyes were tired, yet they were soft. 

Reinhardt's hand moves on your back, rubbing up and down, soothing that anxiety almost instantly. 

Now there were three of them surrounding you, but you didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. You felt safe being around those three. Ana, Reinhardt and Jack… Three soldiers who have had your back since the very first day you arrived, taken care of your wounds and made sure to bring you home safe from every bloody assignment. 

Tears stream down your cheeks almost immediately. The overwhelming feeling of being safe, feeling the unconditional love from these three have finally come crashing down on you. 

“Did I do something?” Jack questions, though there was a smile on his face. 

“No- no. You haven’t done anything.” You laugh, wiping the tears away with the cuff of your sleeve. 

“Why are you crying, dear?” Reinhardt speaks softly, hand not ceasing movement in soothing you. 

“I just…” You sigh. You’re here now, there’s no going back. 

All three of them are looking at you, waiting for you to speak. They don’t force you, they keep quiet. Jack sips his coffee, Ana keeps her hand on top of yours with her thumb soothing your knuckles and Reinhardt keeps rubbing your back. 

It’s now or never…

You hesitate, keeping your head down. “I’m trans.” 

There was a deafening silence. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, the room was starting to spin but one voice broke you out of that trance. 

“What do we call you?” Ana asks. 

“What…” You blink, looking up at her. 

“Your name. What’s your name?” She smiles at you. 

“[y/n].” You say. Your name. Not your deadname, not the name your parents so called “gifted” you with. Your name. 

Ana repeats your name, almost a confirmation to her and her smile never wavers. She lets go of your hand and pulls you into a tight embrace. 

“Forgive us.” She speaks. 

“You haven’t done anything wrong.” You laugh, holding onto her and sobbing. 

“It must’ve been years you’ve felt this way.” Her hand rubs the back of your head. “You’ve put up with us referring to you incorrectly for so long, and for that we owe you an apology.” 

“No- no, please, don’t. I just… Didn’t know what to say or when to say it.” Your hands hold onto her, face buried into the crook of her neck. 

“Then forgive us should we call you your old name.” Reinhardt speaks out, his hand returning to your back. “It’ll be a learning curve for us too.” 

You shake your head as you pull away from Ana. “No, please don’t feel bad if you do.” 

Reinhardt doesn’t waste anytime in pulling you in for a hug either. His larger form enveloping you, almost swallowing you in his arms. He was warm. 

“We love you for who you are, [y/n].” Ana speaks, using your name. It sounded so real, so sweet coming form her. “We know the hardships you have been through. You are family here.”

“Overwatch is family…” You say, muffled against the larger mans chest. 

“Overwatch is home.” Reinhardt says, looking over at Ana with the largest smile she had ever seen. 

Jack, meanwhile, was sat watching this entire scene play out. His own smile was hidden behind the mug of coffee that had long since gone cold. He watched as you cried in their arms, watched as they both hugged you together, almost like a mother and father would do to their child. 

“Suppose I better get some paperwork sorted.” He finally speaks. 

You, Ana and Reinhardt look at him which throws Jack off guard. 

“What?” He chuckles. “You want this official, kid?” Jack looks over at you and sees you nod, the sweetest smile on your face. “Then I will make it official.” 

“Thank you.” Your voice was soft, tears in your eyes as you watch the commander stand up. He walks over to you and wraps his arms around you. 

“You’re brave kid, strong too. We need you.” He says in your ear. “Welcome to the team, [y/n].” 

–

Days had since passed since you came out and you were already drafted for the next assignment. Reyes, Cassidy, Ana and Genji were there too, all of you seated around the table as Morrison debriefed you on what was happening. 

“[y/n], you’ll be on security.” The commander speaks. 

Cassidy and Genji look over at each other before the cowboy speaks out. “Who’s [y/n]?” 

“Me.” You say proudly. 

“Well I’ll be damned.” Cassidy smiles. 

Genji nods, a smile also on his face. 

“It’s about time.” Cassidy jests, looking at you and winking. “Had an inkling about you.” 

“Don’t say it like that-” You laugh. 

The cowboy grins from ear to ear before tipping his hat to you. 

“You could tell with him but can’t tell when that damn archer is flirting with you?” Reyes chimes in. 

That sparks an argument between Reyes and Cassidy, Genji sinking further into his seat as he tries to hide, not wanting to hear the absurdities coming from the pair. 

Ana looks over at you as you’re watching the two men argue, a smile on your face, cheeks flushed from the happiness inside. Jack was too busy trying to get those two to shut up, their voices getting louder, but that didn’t matter to you. 

You were accepted among them, even if the entire base didn’t know yet. Those that mattered most to you accepted you without any questions or hesitation. It was going to take some time for everyone to get used to your new name and pronouns, but you were just so overwhelmed with loved and acceptance that you didn’t care. 

For once, you felt like you belonged. You were home.

Overwatch is home…

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Wait: Genji Shimada x Reader

Fear.

That’s all that rushed through his person as he pushed past doors and people, muttering apologies in his native tongue as he launched himself around corners and down hallways.

Fear.

He could barely breathe. He couldn’t speak clearly, rambling under his tongue in cut off words and phrases. He made no sense.

Fear.

What was left of his human parts were coiled tightly, precise, not missing a single beat against the metal floor of the Overwatch base. Metal feet colliding against the hard metal floors like a rabid symphony, scratches and cracking and squeaking and scuffing. It truly bled the ears.

Fear.

He knew no longer of the monk’s words. The painful trials of learning patience and long grueling time of relearning how to feel again were thrown out the window.

Fear.

The heat coming off of his face blinded him, steaming up the faceplates covering his face. His face was red under the metal coverings. Wet too, from salty tears and dribbles of snot like he were some scared little child again.

Fear.

Fear of losing you.

But his older brother followed. The older Shimada matched his younger’s speed once he took off from his place in one of the training rooms towards the medical bay. Upon turning the corner towards the sterile door, Hanzo had snatched at Genji’s shoulders, yanking him back. Folding the arms at the elbows, Hanzo grabbed Genji’s wrists and pressed him against the wall.

Both panting, Hanzo glared at his younger brother.

Footsteps could be heard follow, the jingle of spurs had followed, along with the calm calls of Genji’s master.

“You need to calm down,” Hanzo scolded. “What good will you running amuck do for them? In the state that they are in? You could distract them! They could slip up! They could die!”

“Let me go, anija!” Genji spat, attempting to yank himself away from the older Shimada. “I need to see them!”

Instead, he only grunted as Hanzo pressed him closer to the wall.

“Not until you calm down.”

Cole and Zenyatta had rounded the corner, the cowboy out of breath and grasping at his knees, panting like a wild dog. Zenyatta tilted his head towards his student before humming softly.

Hanzo and Cole alike were both shocked to see the omnic suddenly stand on two feet. In their time of knowing Zenyatta at the base, the omnic always seemed to defy the laws of gravity and float everywhere in a lotus position.

“Let go of his wrists, Hanzo,” he calmly advised, placing his metal hand on top of Genji’s tense shoulder. The older brother hesitated before sighing, releasing Genji’s wrists. “He is right, Genji. You cannot panic now for their safety and health. Miss Ziegler and the other medics are doing what they can to help them.”

Just as Genji opened his mouth, the door opened. Ana Amari stepped out, adjusting her eyepatch as a tear slipped from under the black cover. She was shocked to see the four outside, but eyed Genji the most. Her eyes softened before she sighed.

“Ana?” Cassidy whispered.

“They’ve lost a lot of blood. Angela is doing what she can to save them,” she mumbled. She stepped away from the door. “You can sit in the viewer if you need to, but… I wouldn’t stay long.”

Upon hearing those words, Genji rushed inside only to stop dead in his tracks at the window. One way, bright, crowded. A small screen sat in the corner, a view from above looking down on…

Genji felt Cole’s hand on his shoulder, but paid no mind to it as he watched your face.

Stitches across your face, bruised, bloody still and bandaged to all hell. You had caught in an explosion in Dorado, Los Muertos’ doing. You were in a small building when it had happened.

If you were right outside…

Genji didn’t even want to think about what would’ve happened.

He could already see some equipment that took him back to when he was initiated into Blackwatch. Cybernetics.

You had lost a body part… Maybe more. He remembered how devastating it was for him to lose both of his legs and a whole forearm.

“Genj…” Cassidy murmured, “they’ll be alright.”

He could only imagine how terrified you were, how much you were screaming and crying from the agony. Reinhardt had told him you were strong though, even as he and Morrison dug through the wreckage to find you. He saw how the old German warrior was saddened that even he couldn’t stop this from happening.

He felt like he would vomit right there.

Cole and Hanzo stepped outside after Zenyatta waved them off. The two were left in near silence. They could only hear your faint heartbeat fluttering every now and then.

“I know that this is a hard time for you, Genji,” Zenyatta hummed. He placed a hand on Genji’s shoulder and watched the screen with his student. Precise fingers worked on your body, tools were passed and needles dug in and out of your skin, sealing it closed as other needles numbed your body. “I know that you are suffering, that time is cruel to you as to us all during this tragedy. But know that even as time may take away what we love the most and how it may bring pain and agony, know that time will also heal all wounds and time will allow you both to grow. But sadly, all we can do now is wait.”

Genji said nothing, only letting his shoulders slouch. He was defeated. There was nothing the ninja could do now but wait just as his master had said.

“How about we meditate on this and we can discuss how we can help them after they wake up? Perhaps brightening up your shared quarters with some flowers?”

Genji looked to his master before smiling. Zenyatta, all the wiser, knew despite the faceplates blocking his view, that his student would do so at the drop of a pin.

And so the two sat in the viewing room, listening to your heartbeat slowly growing stronger.

[ovwechoes]

Recommending novels/books based on your support main! This is literally an excuse just to talk about the book's I've gotten through off my reading list this past week. My asks are open and any/all thoughts or opinions are welcome. TWs for any of the books mentioned will be listed as well. They're under the cut - enjoy!

Ana Amari: Ana used to find reading boring, often passing the time through other means. However, she's always found herself thinking about ‘Women Who Run With the Wolves’ by Clarissa Pinkola Estés. The book explores the wild woman archetype, and explores mythology, fables and fairy tales throughout, helping her to feel some form of escapism. The themes of resilience, feminine strength and intuition make this a book that Ana would definitely recommend to you! Applicable TW/CWs are as follows: sexual assault/violence, trauma, emotional abuse, death and grief, self-harm, mental health struggles, dark or disturbing imagery and cultural sensitivity (some of the mythology may be inaccurate).

Jean-Baptiste Augustin: With Baptiste's natural interest in healthcare/medical practices, the human body, and science with a hint of action and suspense, I think he'd recommend ‘Annihilation’ by Jeff VanderMeer to people similar to him or enjoy his character. It's the first book in the Southern Reach trilogy, and explores an expedition into an area known as Area X; a surreal place where psychological and physical expectations and limits are stretched and distorted throughout the novel. He enjoys the thrill the book provided him, and enjoyed the movie adaptation just as much. It's one that hasn't been able to leave his mind, and he won't stop talking about it when he rereads it every so often or if he's asked about it. Applicable TW/CWs are as follows: body horror, psychological horror, death and violence, suicide, isolation/despair, loss of identity, insanity, and disturbing imagery.

Brigitte Lindholm: With Brigitte's life experiences, and her need to understand other walks of life (and partially because I headcanon her as wlw), I like to imagine Brigitte holds the novel ‘Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit’ by Jeanette Winterson close to her heart, helping to explore her own identity in a personal, retrospective way. The book explores the life of the protagonist with her adoptive, religious parents and her deviation from religion as she explores her identity in Britain. It's a coming-of-age novel that Brigitte found changed her perspective on certain things, and she would recommend it to anyone wanting to read something that's not the standard teenage autobiography. Applicable TW/CWs are as follows: religious trauma, homophobia, emotional abuse, isolation and rejection, struggles with identity and psychological distress.

Illari Quispe Ruiz: Illari enjoys feminist books in my opinion, and enjoys dystopian novels that explore realities possibly not far from her own. It's something she's always enjoyed, with ‘The Power’ by Naomi Alderman being her favourite. She'd recommend it to anyone who enjoyed her character or was similar to her, and her reasons for it are understandable. This novel explores a world where women develop the power to control and produce electricity from their bodies/hands. This causes dramatic shifts in power dynamics within society, and explores the ways in which society would be different for women especially, with the moral questions lingering in the back of the reader's mind. Illari appreciates the outlook the book provides, and the ways in which it poses questions that shake your own morality. Applicable TW/CWs are as follows: sexual assault and r-pe, violence, torture, abuse of power, death and murder, religious extremism, trauma and psychological distress.

Kiriko Kamori: Kiriko enjoys introspection, and enjoys the idea of the afterlife as well as this. It's something she considers a lot, and about the life she'll be leaving behind in the future when her death comes closer. So, she would recommend ‘A Short Stay in Hell’ by William Blackwood to those similar to her or like her character - it explores the idea that hell isn't the stereotypical place with fire and burning, but a version where it's inhabitants have to endure a endless, meaningless and monotonous existence in a bureaucratic afterlife. Kiriko appreciates the way in which the novel sort of pokes fun at bureaucracy in real life/reality, and how much it degrades the human soul to do the same things each and every day. It definitely gave her a midlife crisis too early, but she thinks that everyone should read it at least once in their life. Applicable TW/CWs are as follows: existential dread/despair, psychological distress, administrative and bureaucratic frustration, depiction of hell, isolation and loneliness.

Niran Pruksamanee / Lifeweaver: With the type of person Niran is, he would want to understand other walks of life, and explore realities far from his own but pose questions that relate to his own. He enjoys being left with his own questions about himself, and enjoys having those discussions with his soul about his identity or those around him. It's something he's always enjoyed, with the novel ‘The Left Hand of Darkness’ by Ursula k. Le Guin sparking this especially. Niran would recommend it to anyone with gender or sexuality questions within themselves, or anyone who shares the same passion for understanding humans in fictional worlds. The book explores a reality in which inhabitants of a planet can change their gender at their own will, exploring themes of identity, human connections and empathy. It left a stain on his mind for weeks after he finished it, and he would always recommend it to those similar to him or people who admire/like his character. Applicable TW/CWs are as follows: sexual assault, psychological and physical trauma, gender and identity, cultural/societal oppression, isolation and alienation, death and conflict.

Lúcio Correia Dos Santos: Lucio has values regarding acceptance, community, and finding your place in society with support from others that he always holds dear to his heart. As such, he loves to explore stories with these themes. One of the books he'd recommend to anyone likeminded or those who like his character enough to main him would be ‘The House in the Cerulean Sea’ by TJ Klune. It's a heart-warming fantasy novel about a caseworker who works with magical children, discovering a new sense of belonging and companionship in the process. It's a meaningful book to Lucio, and he loves to talk about it any chance he gets. Applicable TW/CWs are as follows: child abuse/neglect, discrimination, prejudice, trauma, emotional distress, loss and grief.

Angela Ziegler / Mercy: Honestly, I can imagine Angela being a splatterpunk fan, which is a genre that explores the human body's limits in a grotesque, gory and horror-filled way. As such, a book she would recommend to someone who shares this interest and enjoys her character too is ‘Earthlings’ By Sayaka Murata. It's a novel that explores the life of a young child, who believes she's been gifted magical powers from her plush hedgehog called Piyyut. It explores this, and how trauma impacts a child's brain when it comes to development, connecting with other people and morality in society. The ending wasn't at all what Angela was expecting, telling other Overwatch members about the horrors she read (that she also really enjoyed because of the implications left with the themes) and she would recommend it until she couldn't speak anymore. However, she knows that this book can often be too much for people with it's explicit details. So for those she knows wouldn't be able to handle the themes in ‘Earthlings’, she would recommend a dystopian novel such as ‘1984’ by George Orwell as Angela enjoys exploring realities that aren't far from the ones currently happening (or are about to happen. TW/CWs for Earthlings are as follows: mental health issues, childhood trauma, child abuse, sexual assault/abuse, sexual violence, family abuse/neglect, isolation and alienation, incestuous relationships, and generally disturbing content and themes. TW/CWs for 1984 are as follows: totalitarian control/oppression, psychological torture, physical torture and violence, oppressive ideology, propaganda, censorship and erasure of history,  isolation and loneliness, dystopian and despairing themes.

Moira O'Deorian: Moira's also the type to enjoy horror books, but likes to explore serial killer themes with unconventional methods of killing. She enjoys exploring the psyche of people who kill, and enjoys the perspectives that they provide. It's always something she's loved, and so she would recommend ‘A Certain Hunger’ by Chelsea G. Summers to anyone who likes her character enough to main her or shares her personality/interests. It's a mock-autobiography that explores the life of a food critic that has an unusual and disturbing hobby: she's a serial killer who targets and devours her victims. It's an exploration of femininity, with the lines between pleasure, violence and pain blurring the more that the protagonist explores her life in each chapter. Moira loved the ways in which the violence was weaved into the love stories, and would recommend it to anyone who wanted to read something new. Applicable TW/CWs are as follows: cannibalism, sexual violence, murder and violence, psychological distress, dark humour and satire, and explorations of morality.

Tekhartha Zenyatta: Zenyatta doesn't often read, and when he does it's mostly spiritualism-related content. However, he would always recommend to people similar to him or people that enjoy his character/personality the novel ‘The Name of the Wind’ by Patrick Rothfuss. The novel is about Kvothe, a gifted man who's on a quest for knowledge, personal growth and and intelligence. It gave Zenyatta a new perspective on things, continuing to grow his understanding of humanity in a different, unconventional way. He appreciates the outlooks and themes the book presented him with, and he enjoys the way it showed him more about humanity. Applicable TW/CWs are as follows: violence, child abuse, sexual assault/coercion, death and grief, trauma, psychological distress, and abuse of power.

[moira-mains-go-to-hell]

hello !! it’s lovely seeing a new writer in the OW community,, lots of new life!!

i would love to formally request a Cassidy x GN!Reader, with the prompt: “Put that down, let me hold your hands damn it!”

i was thinking the reader could be a medic of some sorts, who gets lost in their work often, and Cassidy is trying to confess to them.

i cannot wait to see what you come up with, and all of the other stories that you’ll write!! much love <3

I love this damn ask so much more than you realize Cassidy is my baby boy.

Warnings: none

Take a Breather

He was your partner. He carried out the missions, you kept him alive. Sure there where plenty of others you worked with, but you two just meshed in the field.

However at base, you were hardly ever within a thirty yard radius of each other. Cassidy had training to do and meetings to be in, and you had work to do in the medical wing, you being in charge of expense reports and the incident report keeper. Sure a cup of coffee could be shared between you two on a Saturday afternoon, but that came once every blue moon.

On the other hand, Cole couldn’t shake his dislike of the situation. He liked your presence, your witty comments, and your genuine care with him, never as gruff and blunt with him like everyone else. You were softer with him, and he liked to match the tone. He would never be this polite with anyone but Ana Amari herself, and he hasn’t seen her in ages.

Somehow though, today he had made his way to your office, two cups of coffee in hand and a few words on his chest he needed to get off.

“Knock knock,” he backed through the door of your office, “I’d use my hands but I figured you’d want this in a mug and not on the floor.”

“Cole!” You whipped around from the book case you where rummaging through, causing the cowboy to laugh, “hey there.”

“You can relax hun, ain’t nothing wrong.”

You met him at the door and grabbed a mug from him, setting it on the corner of your desk while you went back to your bookshelf, “thank you, really, I know you don’t have much time in your day to swing by.”

“You’d be surprised, my day has been slower than molasses.”

“Really? I wish I could say the same Cowboy,” you picked out a binder and began flipping through the contents.

“You know, I was thinking, maybe we could…” he trailed off, noticing your attention was divided. He cleared his throat a little and waited for you to look back up.

“I’m sorry where are you saying something?”

“Oh it’s nothing, I was just thinking maybe we could go for a walk? Or a breath of fresh air?” He nodded towards the door, “it’s a beautiful day.”

“I’d love to, but I just have a lot of reports to go through in the next few weeks and-“

“Why don’t you put that down and hold my hands damn it.” You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face the cowboy.

He tried to feign confidence, a blush tinting his cheeks redder than a fire truck. He stood awkwardly and tried to remain firm, but you could see his struggle.

“Oh?” Your amusement would win the battle with your virtue, wanting to see where this would go.

He took off his glove, shoving it in his back pocket, and he wiped his hand on his pants, ‘Is he nervous?’ The smile you held grew as he went on, making his little stand.

“Yes, and I think you overwork yourself, so let’s go now, and I’ll help you pick up later?” He extended his hand to you, a pleading look behind his eyes.

“Why not,” you shrug, “I haven’t taken my break yet today anyway,, it would be good to stretch my legs and take a breather” you place your hand in his, interlocking your fingers together as he leads you down the hallway.

He takes you around the corner and out the door, the medical wing courtyard. ‘He was right, it is beautiful,’ you let him lead you over to a bench where you both sat, him taking your other hand into his as well.

“I would first like to say, I am sorry for my outburst,” his hands where larger than yours, holding yours as if they where fragile, “but secondly, I would like to just have some time to talk to you one on one, ya’know? I knew you wouldn’t go for just anything, but I didn’t quite think through my execution.”

You nodded, giving his fingers a light squeeze, “I’m sorry I got caught up in my work. There has just been a lot to do with the rest of the med team out and being on my own. I am, however, glad you pulled me away.”

You could see him relax a bit, a small sigh of relief pushing past his lips, “Good, because I’d hate to tell you I like you with you mad at me.”

“Well that would be hard ye-“ you stopped yourself, widening your eyes at him. “Excuse me?”

“I like you, a lot. It’s not just working with you, even though it’s a leading factor to this,” his thumbs rubbed the back of your hands, “I just think you are a wonderful person, and I, uh, would like to test the waters of that feeling.”

His eyes where shielded by his hat, you had never seen him this nervous, much less not even look you in the eyes.

“Cole, look at me,” you took his hat off and swept his hair out of his eyes, “I like you too, and I’d love to help you test those waters.”

His eyes where a bit watery and his smile was wide, ‘was he this afraid of me telling him no? Why would he ever think like that?’

The hug he locked you in was bone crushing, which you reciprocated as best you could, “thank you,” he spoke into your shoulder, “I want to do my best with this.”

“Well you’ve gotten this far Cowboy, I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

[theshimadaslovers]

IBA - INSPIRED BY ART

(HANZO X FEM!YOU)

I Care About Him

(IBA from: @azu21 - Thank you darling for the idea, I hope you like it! ~)

Summary:You're a new agent of overwatch, it has been good five months since you arrived, picked by finger by the only ones Jack Morrison and Vivian Soujourn. With the time, you notice a man that is always walking with Genji, but far away from him... He was lonely and quite. It bothers you, you knew something.

(artist: couldn't find it, sorry :-:)

*Ana Amari is sitting in her desk in her room, reading some old papers about the null sector and Talon, she heard a knock, without taking her attention, she said... *

Ana- Come in...

You *slowly open* Ana...? Are you busy?

Ana- *Look at you and smile* Hi, darling, how are you? Come! Tak a sit, I'm just reading some old files.

You - Okay... *go to her desk sitting in front of her* I want to ask you about this man... The one who always walk with Genji.

Ana- Hanzo? *chuckles* Why you don't talk to him?

You- I want to, you know that I want to know everyone better in overwatch...

Ana- But?

You- He seems... Not really social...?

Ana- *sighs* He pass through hard times. He's a gentle man, smart and talented, but... Is very hard for him to get together with the rest.

You - Is that because of something?

Ana- You know why Genji is half robot?

You- No...

Ana- Hanzo was forced to do that with him, manipulated. They're brothers, y/n.

You- Wha...?! *suprised* He...! He did that with his own brother?!

Ana- Forced to. Genji forgive him, but Hanzo still needs to forgive himself. Imagine, have to grown up only obeying, no mother and no childhood, only to be the next Shimada's leader, have your own father murdered and later, be forced to kill your own brother. Genji told us his story, we embrace Hanzo here to he understand that he can be forgive.

You- Oh... That's why he is always with Genji.

Ana- He is a broken man, y/n, we can't imagine his pain and still lives on the past. You should try to talk to him.

You- Something about him makes me care about... I... Feel something so sad about him.

Ana- *chuckles* You really have the gift, don't you?

*Later in the corridor, you were walking to find Jack about the new mission that would be in a few weeks. You spot Hanzo coming in your direction in small steps while reading something in a digital tablet, he pass by you and you turn around*

You- Hi, Hanzo!

Hanzo- Hm? *He turned surprised* Oh, hello... Can I help you?

You- Just want to ask how are you doing *smirk*

Hanzo- I'm good... Thank you *he seems a little confused* You... Are the new agent, right?

You- Yeah, it's me. By the way, have you seen Jack somewhere? I can't find him, i need to ask something about the mission.

Hanzo- I can try to help you...

You- He didn't told me with who I'm going to be with, my duo.

Hanzo- Ah... It's actually me.

You- What? Really? *chuckles* Lucky me! ~ thanks! See you later! *you turn around walking away*

Hanzo- Lucky...? *smirk*

Genji- Brother! *appears at the corridor walking in his direction* Do you know you're duo?

Hanzo- Yes, I just talk to her, actually.

Genji- Heeer... ~ Hmmm hehehe! *Give him a slap on his arm* I know who is it!

Hanzo- *smile* You check the files again, don't you?

Genji- No, Ana told me earlier. Didn't need to. So! Y/n, right?

Hanzo- Yes.

Genji- You lucky bastard! *laughs* She's the nicest.

Hanzo- She looks to young...

Genji- What?

Hanzo- I don't know if I can get along with such a young girl.

Genji- Young... How young you think she's?

Hanzo- Like... 17?

Genji- *laughs* She have my age!

Hanzo- What?! She looks so... 16 or 17.

Genji- Don't be nervous in stay around her, she's nice, smart, mature... Pretty and sexy...

Hanzo- *sighs*... Genji, I'm not going to date anyone. Or fall in love.

Genji- You suck.

*At the reunion room*

Jack- *walking in front of a huge screen* Everybody read the file, I believe. We detect a signal not far away, from Null Sector, is coming from the north, we believe that they may having a hidden base somewhere, we'll let 5 duos in the territory to find where this signal is coming from. The rest of us will be in touch far and near...

Soujourn - Is not the first time that we detect this signal from the north... We need to act now and figure it out.

Cass- Captain, today I have a mission with the Shimada's bros here in five hours, is there any update?

Soujourn- It will be sent it to your system's in a few minutes.

Hanzo- It has being sent it... *reading the file on the tablet*

Soujourn- Well... I would like to send y/n together for her abilities to this mission, but we need you for this one Cassidy.

Cass- No problem, ma'am *smirk* So the Hashimotos are making a mess in Kanezaka again.

Genji- Kiriko and tracer is there has being two weeks, we need to act.

Hanzo- The updates are not good... Captain, by any chance, can we go earlier?

Soujourn- Yes, any time. The ship is ready.

*outside the room, after the reunion, you walk to Hanzo talking to Cassidy about the mission. Cassidy notice you coming and finish his conversation with Hanzo walking away*

You- Hey, partner.

Hanzo- *he turns and smirk* Hello.

You- I came to wish you lucky *Give him little taps on his arm* I'll be waiting for you! Hope we can get along easily ~

Hanzo- Yes, me too *smiles and hear someone calling* Oh, I have to go! It was great to meet you! *he walk fast going to the ship*

You- *take deep breath* Why I'm so worry?

Ana- You two make a great duo~

You- *little jumpscare* Jesus, Ana...great duo? Really? *smile*

Ana- Yes, I mean in many ways... Romantically...

You- *blush* Ana! I barely know this man!

Ana- I know what I'm saying *chuckles* I know you both very well~ *walk away laughing*

*in the ship*

Hanzo- *looking at the updates again*...

Cass- Hey, partner... *Look at him reading* You're a really systematic with missions, aren't ya?

Hanzo- I'm worry about Kiriko and her mother... I hope both are safe.

Cass- Doesn't she hates you?

Hanzo- *Look at him* Who? Kiriko? *sighs* Yes, but... I don't hate her, she's my sister.

Cass- He got some big family issues... *whispers* Well! I've heard from a sparrow that you're in a duo with my sweet pumpkin y/n.

Hanzo- Sweet... Pumpkin? You're dating her?

Cass- Nope, but I wish! *laughs* You're lucky.

Hanzo- *laughs* Is she that amazing?

Cass- The sparrow said that you'll not fall in love, never. She'll make you change your mind. She's cute, sexy, funny, everything good in one woman. Do you have any type of woman, archer?

Hanzo- *chuckles feeling shy* N-no, I do not... I... I'm focusing on the mission, actually.

Cass- No type of woman? *chuckles* Come on, big man! You're handsome and smart! Women loooves that! You should try to live again this type of things.

Genji- PS; He's a virgin.

Jack- *holding laugh* Oh fuck...!

Hanzo- *take a deep breath closing his eyes* So... This is the sparrow.

Cass- *Still looking at him* How the fuck is this man virgin?! *Look at Genji* I though he had a lot of women!

Hanzo- *hide his face behind the tablet*...!! No! I did not had a single woman...! And it's ok! *take a deep breath blushing* There's nothing wrong in be virgen.

Cass-... *go back to Hanzo* So you... Play?

Hanzo- What?

Genji - HAHAA!

Jack- Leave the man alone, Cassidy! *laughing*

Cass- I have to know! He's weird! So... Hanzo... Do you like...? *make movements of masturbation*

Hanzo- *blushing* Ca...! Can you stop?!!

Cass- Yes or no!

Hanzo- I won't answer! This is absur...!

Cass- YES OR NO 3 2 1!

Hanzo- YES OF COURSE!

Genji- HAHAA HAHAHA...!!! *Inhales* I'm dying!!

Hanzo- Shut up, Genji!

Cass- Everybody does, Hanzo, you dumb *slap his head laughing* This is ain't a tabu anymore or a dirty secret. Y/n will be your first.

Hanzo- Can't you stop?! *super shy~ super shy~*

*a week later, they came back*

You- *find Reinhardt* Rein!

Rein- *hold a mug of coffee and smile* Oh! Haha! Hello, my friend!

You- They came back from the mission, right? Hanzo, Cassidy...

Rein- Yes! I only saw Hanzo going to the infirmary, all hurt! The doctors are not here today, but he said that he knows what to do.

You- He's hurt? I'll check him! Thanks!

*Getting into the infirmary, you saw Hanzo bandaging himself in the middle of the room, his top body of full naked and you could notice his wounds o his back, arms and face. He notices you and look over his shoulder*

Hanzo- Oh, hello *he turns to you finishing to bandage his arm* Something happened?

You- *look at him up and down worried* I should be asking you that...

Hanzo- Ah this? *he chuckles looking at his bruises* I had to fight with the gang, Kiriko was... *he realizes you ere worried with him, making him confused* I...I had to beat up some bad guys, that's all.

You- I guess they beat you up back *you walk to him holding the bandage on his hands* Let me help you.

Hanzo- But I win...! *you turn him back to look at the bruises on his back, but he felt a awful pain in the ribs, but didn't let you notice* I...won, i'm ok.

You- Yeah, but still got bruises and did you break something? It seems like you can't keep your back straight *starts to touch his torso trying to find something, but when you press both side of the ribs...*

Hanzo- ARGH...! *he hold your hands* Sorry...! *he let it go*

You- How many ribs?

Hanzo- Maybe...three? *laugh nervously* You don't need to worry, I'm...! *you go find something like a pain ointment* I...what are you doing?

You- Got it *you go back to him with a cream* You should lie down.

Hanzo- Actually, I prefer like that... *you start to carefully put the cream in the hematomes and ribs area* ... you got soft hands for that.

You- I don't want you to feel more pain. *sighs still worried*

Hanzo- You barely know me, why helping?

you- First, you're my partner now, second, you're hurt. Aren't we friends?

Hanzo- Friends...? *he smirk* I guess we are.

*you bandage all his torso and stand in front of him looking at his face bruises*

You- They are mean in hurt such a pretty face... *you hold it getting in your tip toes*

Hanzo- *blush noticing how close you were* It's not hurting anymore...

You- Can you try to sit down? *you make a puppy face*

Hanzo- Why she wants to take care of me so bad...?

*he sigh and pick up a chair having difficult to sit under the ribs pain, but he do it for you. You stand pretty close, between his legs, what makes him completly nervous and shy, you make him look up to you while you also pass some pain cream on the hematomas*

Hanzo- *swallow dry looking away*

You- Is something hurting in your face? Nose? apple cheek? Something?

Hanzo- Just the cut in mu lips... *he said shyly*

You- Oh, didn't notice that... let me see. *you gently hold his face looking at the cut* Is not that bad.

Hanzo- So awkward... but I can't lie, is good to be taken care of by someone like her.

You- Maybe... *she step away getting a clean cloth and going to the sink soaking a little bit* Just a cleaning... *you go back to him, holding his face with one hand and the other cleaning the wound*

Hanzo- *his eyes get stucked in you for a while* Are you a nurse?

You- *laughs* No, I'm not...why?

Hanzo- *smile* Wanna be my nurse?

You- *look at him in surprise and laugh shyly* What? Why's that?

Hanzo- I don't really trust someone to take care of my wounds... but, you're good.

You- You like my profissionalism?

Hanzo- Yes, I do *chuckles* Should've know her before...

You- What is he doing? *you hold a smile* He keep looking at me...

Hanzo- Ah... I've heard that Cassidy calls you "pumpkin"...do you have something with him?

You- *chuckles* No, we don't... he may feel something, but he's like a big brother to me.

Hanzo- Right...*smirk* Aaah...As a partner, wanna drink something later?

You- Not before you heal *gave him little taps on his cheek and wawlking away*

Hanzo- Not alcohol...maybe a coffee.

You- *smirk and looking at him* Well...but you have to lie down.

Hanzo- Whatever my nurse says, I'll do it *smile*

You- Stop~ *you laugh shyly putting the cloth in the sink* Wanna help to stand up?

Hanzo- Yes, please.

*You go to him letting him put his arm under your shoulders, you wrap one arm around his torso trying not to touch the ribs area and he gets up in pain*

Hanzo- Aw...! *he growls feeling a strong twinge lefting all his weight on you*

You- Oh shit...! Wait! *You felt your legs failing* You're heavy! *Start to push him with you to the infirmary stretcher* Ok! Try to support yourself here!

Hanzo- I'm so sorry…! Oh…! *He lose his balance and tries not to make you fall to the ground, so he pull you aside let you fell in the stretcher while he was on top with his hands supported on the stretcher looking straight to your face in shook* So sorry! *he blush*

You- *suprised* Well...I didn't fell to the ground, thanks... *blush*

Soujourn- Hanzo, are you go...*she enters the infermary seeing the awkward scene* Ok...what the hell is happening? *she hold her smile*

Hanzo- Vivian! I...! *tries to get up but feels the pain* Dammit!

You- Captain! Can you help me with him, please? He got some broken ribs.

Soujourn- Ok *chuckles picking up Hanzo and he sat on the stretcher* You don't need to make a excuse for the situation, y/n.

You- Wha..? No! No no no! *laughs nervously* It was a accident!

Soujourn- Haha! Accident? Pretty soap opera scene to be a accident! *chuckles* No need to hide...everyone knows already.

Hanzo and you- What?

Soujourn- What what? *smirk* You two have a...connection. Specially Hanzo! Genji told everyone that you always looked at y/n.

You- He wha...? *blush and look at him*

Hanzo- I...! I-I! No! *lauhging nervously* Is not like that! I ju-just...!

Soujourn- And he said that you're a awful liar. *cross her arms and smile, he shut up looking to the ground completly blush* I'm just saying this to let you guys know that we let those thingd happen between co-workers. Love is never a fault, there's no need to hide from us.

You- Bu-but...*swallow dry* Yeah...ok. *look away*

Soujourn- Hanzo, I need you to rest and heal your ribs, I'll let y/n supervise you *wink and smile stepping out of the room*

*A awkward silence*

You-... *take a deep breath* So...

Hanzo- I'm sorry.

You- For what?

Hanzo- Look at you like a damn stalker... *hide his face on his hands*

You- Oh no... no no, there's no need to apologize...*smirk* Is kind cute.

Hanzo- What? *look at you*

You- Depends in wich way you're looking at me. How do you see me?

Hanzo- *swallowed dry, he could not lie or pretend this time* Well...Always sees you as a beautiful attractive woman, smart, independent, strong... *take a deep breath* I promised to myself to never felt attracted by someone. But...you appeared! *laugh nervously* Is...kind funny.

You- *smirk and blush* ...coffee later?

Hanzo- *surprised and smile shyly looking away* Aaah...yeah, sure.

(artist: couldn't find it eaither, pinterest dosent help me :-:)

If anyone wants a part 2, comment down belooow~

[darling-answers]

May I please request a Junkrat x Gn reader that is mischievous naturally, starting shit just cause they can just so they can see the shit show of their own creation. Silly silly, thanks for reading! :))

Day Five

Mischief Duo

Side note: This is day 5 I hope you guys enjoy the silly goofy mood I was in while writing this, I still wanted to make this be some fluff and enjoyable while also make it a inconvenience for some agents. Have a good day!

“ Which one of you guys took my perfume bottle and replaced it was fart spray so every time I spray it, this horrid smell comes out that I can’t get off my clothing!”

Giggling was heard down the hallway as a pour agent yelled about there expensive perfume bottle being replaced with fart spray. There been giggling behind a corner down the hallway from where the dorm of the poor agent lived. the sound of clanking of a leg was heard coming closer and closer next to the laughing individual as someone was crouching down near the giggling person.

His Australian accident was evident as he poked at the person when he saw the individual whipping there head around he also let out a giggle his hand comes to lay a hand over his mouth.

“ I heard the lady screaming it was a real treat! I’m surprised though you didn’t decided to go the explosion route it makes life so much better and happier, I mean look at this wonderful creation I made!”

He showed off his latest work proudly. It was a site to behold for someone who was into making explosions. It was a mini explosion that looked like a present. You would give someone that had a ring inside. Looking over at Jameson’s creation a small sigh was let out.

“ that looks amazing Jamison how did you do it? Mine was simple I replaced the fart spray liquid with the high expensive perfume but I still made double room that they could easily find it you know to make it goofy.”

Happily expressing how the creation worked out looking over at Jamison, the study of his work was one of interest. They first met when Junkrat and roadhog were picked up from the new junk city and brought in by Overwatch. As the Null sector crisis kept going on overwatch need to do expand while it wasn’t very promising to invite the two junkers to join overwatch they still accepted everyone and decided to let them in on the promise that they wanna explode the facility or damage any high value property.

Junkrat wasn’t very popular with any of the agents as most of the agents like to stay away from him and fear of something happening to them with his explosive hobbies, but deciding to still introduce themselves since they knew that he probably wouldn’t have anyone else to talk to and feeling guilty about that. It suddenly became a unique bond that was very unexpected for most overwatch agents to come across.

As Jamison tinkers with the new work, he just produced he showed how the insides of it looked. Showing and telling what the design does with interest he lets out a giggle his arms moving a little happily.

“ what I’m going to do is put this in the fridge so the next time someone goes and get there lunch they have to deal with a unfortunate circumstance in there way before they can get the food they so desperately craves! It such a genius idea because that means we both can go into the training room and have fun all we want while they try to solve the other problems that built up isn’t it a great idea!”

He explains the details very thoroughly, when asked about road hog he shrugs and then waves them off, he had a nonchalant response about the reason road hog could not be joining them today with this new prank that they were going to pull and as long as it wasn’t harmful to anyone and no one would get hurt they were allowed to do stuff.

They nodded to Junkrat plan as they started sneakily getting to the cafeteria where everyone lunch box and items would be, making sure that Jack Morrison, Angela Ziegler and Ana Amari were all distracted they made there way to the kitchen. Luckily the three most important members that would easily be able to catch on that they were going to pull something or too distracted so they were easily able to make their plan in motion.

They first started out by switching everyone’s food that they know did not have allergies Angela Ziegler’s food was switched with Hana Song food, Genji and Hanzo food was switched and jack and Ana were switched then they decided to have a little bit more fun by having one of the lunches that were in a brown paper bag place their little explosion device that when it goes off would shoot glitter out onto their food and onto the person itself.

As the bell got closer to the time for lunch, both Jamison and them decided to make their way over to hiding spot where they wouldn’t be caught in the crossfire. Be wrong they saw agents flooding the hallway to get their lunch. Some insulin went to the cafeteria ladies to get their food while others went to the fridge that had all their lunches pack, as she saw the targeted agents come to get their food she saw they’re confused looks as they open their lunchbox to see that the food that they had weren’t their own looking around the cafeteria. They try to spot their food, but could not find it.

The first one to realize that they do not have their food, and their food was which was Genji and Hanzo, which they started arguing about which food was actually there, and which food was better. Angela was actually unaware of the situation as she instantly made her way back to her office not knowing that she had hana lunch while Jamison and them, couldn’t see Angela’s reaction when Angela came back into the cafeteria with a frown and a very slump position, it was very evident she was upset about her food being misplaced. Jack and Morrison gave a very evident sigh as they switched eachother food back as Morrison was grumpy about the situation.

Unexpectedly, though the person with the brown sack of lunch was one of the most famous DJs, which was Lucio no one realize that that was his lunch until after he opened it and got glitter all over his shirt all over his lunch and all over his skin. Leaving him very shimmery as when he stood up all the glitter went into his shoes and all over his skin. He let out a slight laugh as he vibed to the changed in clothing with the glitter adding a certain happiness to his tunes as he had his headphones on. While he was disappointed since these were his favorite outfit he was happy he got to experience the joy of glitter.

Well, Jamison was a little disappointed there wasn’t that much commotion about it. He was happy that they at least got to experience some pleasure and people’s inconveniences. Both of them turned to look at each other as they both clapped their hands together nodding to Eachother knowing today was a success.

“ we are so ready for tomorrow we come back better and even have more fun plans.”

A funny but evil smirk came on their face as they had the perfect idea for tomorrow’s pranks that will be going on. They knew the best prank to pull tomorrow. 

[prose-on-prozac]

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Roleplays

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jojo's bizarre adventure: → yoshikage kira or jean-pierre polnareff / jotaro kujo hunter x hunter: → illumi zoldyck / hisoka morow puella magi madoka magica: → sayaka miki / kyoko sakura, mami tomoe, or homura akemi naruto: → sasori / kakuzu (let me cook, i will feed u so well) → neji hyuga / shikamaru, naruto, sasuke, or shino my hero acadamia: → himiko toga / ochaco uraraka → jin "twice" bubaigawara / keigo "hawks" takami (either) → tomura shigaraki / touya "dabi" todoroki or katsuki bakugo → katsuki bakugo / shoto todoroki bleach: → shinji hirako / sosuke aizen → mayuri kurotsuchi / kisuke urahara → giselle gewelle / bambietta basterbine chainsaw man: → makima / denji neon genesis evangelion: → misato katsuragi / ryoji kaji berserk: → giffith / guts death note: → misa amane, teru mikami, or L / light "kira" yagami homestuck: → eridan ampora / sollux captor or karkat vantas resident evil, dead by daylight: → ada wong / leon s. kennedy → rin yamaoka / any canon killer overwatch: → ana amari / jesse mccree the boys: → kimiko / frenchie game of thrones, house of the dragon: → alicent hightower / rhaenrya targaryen or aemond targaryen → helaena targaryen / aemond targaryen prometheus (2012): → elizabeth shaw / david

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[jailbird-junkrat-writes]

Overwatch Characters Love Languages Part 1

Just some of my headcanons. I didn't do everyone either. More will come though <3

Ana She’s very much a Acts of Service person. What people do and say are two different things. She needs you to be the sort of person who can back up your words. It means so much more to her to do things together, to show you have one another backs.

Ashe Acts of service and Quality time She’s another one who thinks actions are louder than words. When she’s all in with someone, she really is all in and would kill for her partner, expecting that sort of ride or die in return. Time together is imporant to Ashe, she doesn’t need to feel lonely again.

Baptiste He’s a words of affirmation sort of partner. He doesn’t believe in lies or secrets, he is always a fan of open communication in a relationship and therefore always wants to tell his partners how much they mean to him, that they are amazing. He also needs that back, to be told he’s doing his best.

Cassidy Pshycal touch is his big one. Not even sexy times but there is something about him, he always needs to be touchy with you. Linking fingers together across the table, hand in your pocket when you guys are walking around. He’s a big handholder, a fiend who brushes hair back and loves the ol’ fashion kiss on the back of the hand deal. D.va Quailty Time she doesn’t need gifts or grand gestures, she’s not a fan of PDA but she will love you forever if you just sit with her and watch a show or game along side her. Even if you aren’t into the game she is, just being there with her is all she craves. She’s a big fan of parallel play in a relationship.

[chardbones]

Summer morning (Ana Amari x Fem! Reader)

A/N so it's been a really long time since I've written any fanfics at all and I thought I'd jump back into the ring for fun. I've had this fic idea for the better part of two years now but for some unknown reason I decided to write it just now. I might make a second part to this but I'm not sure, like breakfast and maybe a bit and what the reader would do with Ana all day. I also saw that there isn't many fanfics of my girl Ana and she deserves it so I might post a fic or two more about her.I hope you blokes enjoy what I wrote

Y/N Pov:

I woke up to the light shining in my eyes, I slowly got up and looked over to left where I could see my wife peacefully sleeping. Ana and I decided a while ago that we both deserved a holiday together after going on countless missions. A few years ago, the both of us decided to buy a small house in Iilios, somewhere close to the beach and not too far from the town square where the market could be found. The light was thankfully poring slightly and only on my side so Ana wouldn't be woken up by it.

I slowly got up and made my way to the window, looking out I saw the clear blue sky and the vast never ending sea, in the distance I could see sail boats. Even though it was just the morning, looking at the sun, it was already quite hot but thankfully there was a cool breeze. After a bit I quietly opened the door and carefully made my way down stairs. My body isn't what it was 20 years ago, I'm still pretty physically well off but I can feel my body slowly but surely having enough of all the running around, carrying heavy ammo and making sharp moves.

As I walk down the stairs I look to my left and see the photos of me and Ana, most of them were of us during the glory days of overwatch. Boy, that was a long time ago. A lot of them were of the both of us and Fareeha, especially when she was just a kid. As I got downstairs and made my way to the kitchen, I stopped to look at a group of photos hanging over a dresser. One of them was of the three of us when we went Trick or Treating, Fareeha was just 10 years old then. Another was of Fareeha on her first day of school and another of her standing all happy with a trophy she won. One of my favourites was the wedding photo, that was taken year's ago, now the both us are old women.

Fareeha always saw me as her second mum and always treated me like one. And I always treated her like my own daughter, the best years of my life have been spent with them, seeing Fareeha grow and become stronger. Experiencing new things with Ana and loving her more and more.

Finally after a few minutes of remember wonderful memories I finally got to the kitchen and put the kettle on the stove, the house still had an old fashion stove oven that used fire, you almost never come across those in households over anywhere. I opened up a cabinet and took out a jar full of the best black tea and put it in two cup. As I waited for the water to boil I put in 1 and a half teaspoons of brown sugar and got out a desk to put the tea on. I placed the tea cups filled with hot and cold water on the tray and just incase the sugar if Ana wanted more.

I made my way back up the stairs and place the tray on my nightstand, I crawled back into bed and pulled Ana a bit closer to me so I could spoon her. The second I placed my wrinkly hand into hers, I could feel Ana stir in her sleep and see her eye flutter open.

"Good morning my love" I spoke quietly as Ana rolled over to look at me

"Good morning alsaqr" Ana said with a smile.

Alsaqr is a nickname she gave you because of how similarly you acted as a falcon in combat and how you armour resembled one.

"I made us some tea, drink some" I passed her a cup as Ana pushed herself up to sit.

"You're up quite early Y/N. Any reason why?" Ana asked as she put the cup to her mouth.

"Not really, I just did... I can believe that we're old women now. Looking at the photos it seems like it was just yesterday that I carried Fareeha on my back and ran around with her pretending that she was flying and I was her suit of armour" I spoke in a slight sad but glad tone.

"It has been, the time really does fly quickly, our little Fareeha has grown up really quickly and subsequently we have gotten older."

"I'm happy that you are the one I'm growing old with Ana. You're the only one I'd ever want to grow old with and have experience all the things we have gone through. I love you Ana."

"I love you too Y/N and I'm as every bit as happy as you are alsaqr"

The both of us put our cups away and kisses one another. It was a long and sweet kiss. As we parted we just looked into eachother worn eyes (well, I was looking into just one of her eyes). Even though we both look different then we did 20 or even 30 years ago, Ana still looks at me with the same passion and love that she did all those years ago. The same goes to me. We have said it many times before and shoe shown it to eachother on multiple occasions, and it's not going to stop.

The both of us just layed back down in bed and cuddle, the white sheets being partially draped over us. I held Ana in my arms while we gave eachother kisses. We could feel the breeze coming in every now and the through the open windows cooling us down.

And we just stayed like that until the sun started to shine on our faces and we knew we'd have to get up and start the day.

[sleepyfaequeen]

MASTERLIST

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rules:

No neko reader(just don't/Kitsune allowed)

No scat

No piss

No vore

No younger age x older(no underage romance)

No degrading (there's a limit)

No, I can't do male character x male character/reader(some people are blessed with that writing type, plus it's been awhile since I've been able to do that).

I don't do character x character

If I take awhile to reply just know I'm busy. I have a life so just chill out a bit. I'll get to you when I get to you.

When requesting, please let me know what you want. Be as descriptive as you can. Let me know if you want a headcanon, one-shot or story. I'm doing my absolute best to satisfy you're eyes with my writing so don't be afraid and let me know.

Word count: it's a lot of words, you'll get more than a few paragraphs.

Things I will write:

I write for fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

Related to character prompts

Fluff

Smut/NSFW/Lime

Pregnancy

Periods

Angst etc.

Au's/modern

Crossovers

Fandom List I write for:

Overwatch

Jack Morridon/Soldier76

Gabriel Reyes/Reaper

Ana Amari

Mercy/Angela Zeigler

Genji Shimada

Hanzo Shimada

Symmetra/Satya Vaswani

Moira O'Deorain

Ramattra

Zenyatta

Sombra/Olivia Colomar

D'va/Hana Song

Widowmaker/Amélie Guillard

Junker Queen/Odessa "Dez" Stone

Sojourn/Vivian Chase

Kiriko Kamori

Niran "Lifeweaver"

Genshin Impact

Xiao

Diluc

Kaeya

Childe

Zhongli

Dead By Daylight

Onryō/Sadako

Huntress/Anna

Michael Myers

Trickster/Ji-Woon Hak

Artist/Carmina Mora

Path to Nowhere(every character but the young ones)

Bayonetta

Pokemon Violet

Final Fantasy 7

[koiseas]

Fanfic for the 5 other Reinhardt x Ana shippers in the world, if nobody has my back I know they got my back 🙏 Anyways, the plot is Reinhardt attends the memorial for all of the fallen Overwatch heroes after the explosion and he's reminded of Ana, I finished this at 3:25am, WOOOOOO

The rain hits the window to the castle of Eichenwalde, Wilhelm Reinhardt was the only person inside the building. He'd been alone for years after the events of the base explosion, the only survivor of the original Overwatch team was him and the survivors' guilt was eating at him.

He stood in front of Balderichs armor, he watched as the armor was slowly being consumed by moss and all sorts of vegetation nature offered. He sighed and took a step closer.

"My friend.. It seems that all of this was my fault, I'm responsible for you.. my friends at Overwatch.. what is left?"

He sighed, looking down at himself, bandages wrapped around his arm and chest.

"There's a memorial service being held tomorrow, it's only right if I go.. right?"

He asked Balderich, silence filled the air but Reinhardt didn't hear it that way, he shook his head and stepped away

"I suppose you're right, it's the least I could do, if I couldn't have protected them, I can at least help them rest…"

Reinhardt kept his gaze on his bandages, though he felt something in his pocket. Slowly and painfully, he reached into his pocket, taking out an Overwatch medal. He looked into the reflection of it before he set it down onto the armrest of the seat, turning away from it and leaving his legacy there with it.

Soon enough, the memorial was held shortly after all the chaos, honoring the fallen heroes of Overwatch that once protected everyone. He stood outside as the rain crackled across the sky, unlike a few of the other people that were around to mourn the deaths, Reinhardt didn't have an umbrella. One of the graves stuck out to him, "Ana Amari" it read.

He closed his eyes and sighed, walking over to the grave as soon as the group disappeared, leaving Reinhardt and "Ana" alone. He got onto one knee, taking off the jacket he was using to cover himself from the rain.

"I know you don't like to get wet, Ana.."

He quietly spoke, setting the jacket over the grave, looking down at it.

"You won't have to worry about getting a cold like how you always told me"

Reinhardt sighed, a sad smile on his face as he continued to talk.

"You must be yelling at me now, aren't you? Telling me that I should be wearing that instead? I cannot just leave out here in the pouring rain."

He slowly got up, groaning in pain as he did so. He was damaged, the explosion from the base damaged him horribly. Though, he'd live, he just needed to relearn how to live once again, it'd be hard though consider he lost nearly everything that kept him "alive"

As Reinhardt finished up his "catch up" with Ana, he returned back to Eichenwalde, opening the gates as he walked inside, closing the gates with a loud bang behind him.

"Home.. It does not feel the same"

He shook his head, walking to the armor before he heard a shuffling noise, he breathed quickly as he looked around, feeling paranoid and unsure if he was hearing things or not.

"Who is there!?"

Reinhardt shouted, his voice booming through the castle walls. He grabbed onto his hammer, holding it in his arm as he shakily lifted it up, the weight of the hammer straining his arm.

As he began to walk around the castle, he dragged the hammer alongside him, looking around cautiously before he heard a noise, out of instinct he immediately swung, smashing a desk beside him as his breathing only fastened, starting to panic as his eyes darted around the room.

"Where are you!"

Eventually, Reinhardt had begun to walk around the castle, looking outside of the gates to let himself know that he was alone but to his surprise, around three bodies were outside of the castle, bags around their bodies full of different things from inside and around the castle, they were robbers.

He looked down at the bodies, looking at them with the limited light in his sight, noticing the rising and falling of the robbers chests.

A small sigh of relief came from Reinhardt as he felt a bit more at ease with these robbers who were just unconscious instead of dead. He gently set his hammer down, a yellow shine catching his attention as he crouched, looking at the shiny object that was pierced inside the stranger. He swiftly pricked it out, looking at the object before he recognized it as a dart, the liquid inside of it drained and injected into the strangers.

He thought for a moment, thinking of who would have this kind of technology, suddenly, his eyes widened in realization.

"Ana!"

Reinhardt shouted out, looking around outside for any signs of Ana. He had so much hope that she really was here, nobody else used this kind of dart besides her, he stepped around the bodies as he walked into the bridge, looking around for anything.

Upon the tower stood a familiar silhouette, a sniper in the figure's arm that reflected in the moonlight.

"Reinhardt.."

The figure spoke, it truly was Ana Amari. She slowly lowered the hood off her head, revealing herself as she looked down at Reinhardt before she turned away, swiftly jumping from the tower and disappearing into the shadows.

Reinhardt managed to spot the figure before it was too late, his eyes widening as the moonlight shines onto the figure. He soon fell to his knees, looking at the tower as he covered his face with his arm, quietly speaking to himself.

"You truly are.. watching my back.. aren't you, Ana..?"

[colemorrison]

THE WAY I IMMEDIATELY STARTED CRYING

Motherly Love

“You have grown strong.” Ana speaks out, walking behind you quietly before taking a seat across from you. “Time has served you well recently. Keep up the good work, kiddo.” 

Her words rang deep within your body. 

“You have proved to be stronger than you had once believed. I am proud of you for overcoming that.” Her smile radiated warmth as her hand gently placed itself on top of yours. 

Through the hardships, she had always been there, a shoulder to cry on when you needed it, a voice of reasoning when you sunk back into your own thoughts. Ana was more than a friend and perhaps that motherly tenderness she showed made you wish she was your real mom. She would never leave you alone until every tear had fallen, never let go of you whenever she’d embrace you as she’d wait for you to let go first. 

She was a kind soul that had been through so much and hated to see you go through the pain you had been through. She wished for nothing but happiness to fill your life, always wanting the best for you. 

“I will always be proud of you, dear.”

~~~~~

Have a lil something @colemorrison ♥ A wonderful Ana to my Ramattra!