#fareeha/reader

[froggibus]

Pride - Soldier 76, Pharah, Baptiste, Tracer, Venture & Lifeweaver

Pairings: Soldier 76 x gn! reader, Pharah x gn! reader, Baptiste x gn! reader, Tracer & Emily x gn! reader, Venture x gn! reader, Lifeweaver x gn! reader

Genre: fun fluffy hcs

Summary: how it would be going to pride w your queer fav

CW: nonspecific relationship w the heroes, canon sexualities/genders, lots of fun pride stuff, pride festival, Soldier being an old man

sorry hi i know pride month is over but i really wanted to include it in our event so here it is! i really wanted to include lucio & other fun characters here but it was so much writing i only did the ones who are canonically queer!

This is part of my Summer Suntacular event, come check it out!

Soldier 76:

not his first Pride, won’t be his last

he’s probably a little wistful the whole time, since he last attended with Vincent

his grumpy old man demeanor drops for a day and he actually lets himself enjoy it

all the young people there LOVE him and he ends up ‘adopting’ at least three kids

reminisces the whole time and probably says “back in my day” at least once

you may have to convince him to actually indulge in fun stuff like temp tattoos and flags

but then he gets SUPER into it and drags you around to get as much stuff as possible

gets hit on at least once by someone half his age and his face is an INFERNO for like ten minutes afterwards

wants to get drinks and appetizers at a bar after and chat about your day

will let you take one (1) picture of the two of you to commemorate it

(he’ll definitely keep the picture in his wallet—but he’ll never tell you)

Pharah:

not her first Pride either, but she doesn’t go very often cause she’s married to her work

wears her sexy ass leather jacket even though it’s probably boiling outside

“Fareeha you’re going to boil in that”

“Don’t be ridiculous, this is my summer leather”

gets one temp tattoo of the lesbian flag on her cheek and that’s it for her

shows it off in every single picture the two of you take together 

doesn’t take many of her own pictures but will indulge you for every one of yours

her strong ass will let you ride on her shoulders to see any performances you want

or if you’re not cool with that, she has no shame and will body her way through the crowd to help you get a better view

loves fruity rainbow drinks and will always have one in her hand

wears her aviators even after the sun goes down

definitely checks if Baptiste is doing anything & tries to set up a rendezvous with him at a club later

she is THE most fun to party with if you’re able to pry her away from her work

Baptiste:

more than likely his first Pride  (at least, since he’s been out of the closet)

probably ended up attending a few before and hanging out in the med tent as an ally

if he wasn’t going with you, Pharah would’ve 10000% taken him with her

super excited to be taking you with him this year 

and to actually be partaking in the celebrations

covers both of you in those cute rainbow temporary tattoos

like they’re EVERYWHERE

total mom friend—he has water, tylenol & advil, wet wipes, snacks, sunscreen & anything else you could possibly need

that doesn’t mean he’s not indulging in any fun colourful drinks at the bars later tho

indulges in any free things offered with him

and totally ends the day with like ten different friendship bracelets

wants to take pictures of EVERYTHING and ends up with a million selfies of the two of you

you’re out from 11am to 3am & you bet your ass he’s waking you up at noon the next day for brunch

wants to go next year & hand out little care bags to everyone you meet

Tracer:

her and Emily insist on taking you with them

they go every year so long as Lena isn’t working (rare)

they (Emily) have got everything figured out, so you can just chill and come along with them

Lena totally goes all out with her outfits & insists you all match somehow

they bring a digital camera to take lots & lots of pictures of everything

prepare to be outside from dawn till dusk

Lena probably gets recognized a few times and takes pictures with every person who asks

she buys a TON of memorabilia and will absolutely buy anything you look at for you

even tho she’s probably tried everything they have to offer, she wants to make sure you also try it

Emily has to stop and remind her to slow down and to eat/drink

they have some cute tradition where they go to the restaurant they want to on their first date & have some drinks and appetizers

even tho it’s their thing, they’ll gladly invite you along & make sure you’re included

and if you’re into it, Lena will absolutely try to play matchmaker for you so you’re not lonely

Venture:

huge dork ass LOVES Pride

they’re a little awkward cause of the big crowds & stuff, but deep down they thrive on it

not nearly as out there with their outfit as Tracer, but they’ll definitely dress according to theme

makes their own little bags of crystals to give out to friends they make there + coordinates them according to different pride flags

makes an extra special one for you too to thank you for coming with them

buys ice cream whenever they see a stand & offers to share with you 

at least one child asks them if they’re a boy or a girl

Sloan just shrugs at them

despite their awkwardness, everybody you meet there LOVES Sloan & they end the day with a million different pins + friendship bracelets

anytime there’s something cool, they want to take a pic with you in front of it

even just random fountains and stuff

if someone’s performing, they HAVE to go and at least check it out, but you’ll probably get dragged into watching a long ass magic show

they might take you for a drink and a snack after, but they’re not the type to go to a club or anything

more than likely they want to have a game night or marathon some movies at home to unwind afterwards

Lifeweaver:

not his first Pride, but the first one he’s been able to enjoy since leaving Vishkar

the most well dressed & insists on dressing you as well

weaves flowers & plants through his hair to make a pretty rainbow (and will do the same for you if you ask!)

lots & lots of biodegradable glitter that he made himself

wants to get there super early to offer his aid to any of the med stations set up & give them his number incase they need him

brings his own biodegradable confetti and gives bags to all the stands to hand out

loves live performances & wants to attend each one

he WILL be dancing and expects you to dance with him, no matter how awkward you feel

usually the best at remembering his sunscreen & water but probably forgets until he starts to feel the effects

wants to stay until everything shuts down and make sure everything is cleaned up correctly

so many pictures that your face will hurt from smiling for the cameras by the end of the day

his Instagram story is probably filled with those same pics

if anyone compliments his hair, he WILL offer to braid theirs with flowers for them on the spot

takes you out to a nice dinner before you guys go home

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[kiwi-on-ice]

Kinktober 2024 day 20: Wax Play with Pharah

fem reader, NSFW 18+

Also contains: soft dom!fareeha

"Please tell me if it gets too much."

You smile at your lover’s worry, as she prepares the candle wax. She lifts it and lets it drip onto her arm, testing the temperature before she deems it suitable, and turns to you with an interested glint in her eyes.

She’d wanted to try something new in the bedroom, and after some time researching you’d selected wax play as a fun new sensation to try.

The red candle shines softly in the low light of your bedroom, the usually dangerous colour now burning with the shade of passion as she plants soft kisses on your shoulder. Lying on your stomach, you hum softly in appreciation, before she lifts up the candle and tilts it a little.

Wax drips down onto your back, causing a soft gasp to escape. She shushes you softly, rubbing your shoulder with one hand as the wax drips again.

“Doing so well for me baby.” She coos, watching with interest as the wax dries on your skin.

You grin at her praise, arching your back a little for her, which makes her laugh. “You’re certainly eager.”

This time, she holds the candle a little closer to your skin as the wax drips, the sensation hotter and more intense. This time a soft whimper escapes you, pressing your thighs together eagerly. She tuts and slaps your outer thigh a little harshly.

“You know what I said, legs spread.”

A shiver runs up your spine at her words, you’d forgotten how intimidating Fareeha can be when she wants to be. Her strong frame towers over you as she smirks, which widens when you obey her and spread your thighs back open.

She rewards you by dropping wax directly on your asscheek, once again you gasp and bite your lip. Your pussy throbs, but you keep as still as you can.

Wanting to increase the sensation, she moves the candle downwards, now dripping on your thigh. You whine softly, about to beg before another large quantity lands dangerously close to your inner thigh. The slight burn makes your eyes roll back in ecstasy, so desperate now for anything she’ll give you.

“Turn around for me.”

You obey without hesitation, and you’re barely flat on your back before she pours more on your stomach, the sensitive area making you twitch.

“Fareeha…” you say softly, and she smirks.

“What? Desperate?”

You nod, before she hums in thought. “If you can take all of the wax left, I’ll let you cum on my tongue. What about that?”

When she hears your affirmation, she grins and begins to drip a trail from your stomach to your hips to your thighs, revelling in your squirms and little noises.

Soon, the candle is practically all gone, and she disposes of the burnt wick before coming back. She marvels at the mess of your skin, red wax dried into a beautiful tapestry of art on your sweating skin. As your hips buck at nothing, she hums in thought.

You have been good…but she did buy two candles.

[pochipop]

＃OVERWATCH !! ♡ — COMING BACK HOME TO YOU.

#. synopsis! — how they greet you after being gone for a bit .

#. characters! — pharah, moira, tracer, sombra, ashe .

#. warnings! — none .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw), @hhoneypop (moodboards) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

＃ PHARAH (FAREEHA) !! ♡

In spite of the soreness and the body aches from parading around in her heavy armor for the last few weeks, Fareeha’s face lights up with a smile the moment she sets her eyes on you. All those restless nights on duty simmer out to a distant memory now that she’s seen your face again. She doesn’t care who's around to see as she pulls you in, hugging you tightly, —almost crushingly (in a good way.) You bury your face in her chest, taking in her scent and her body’s natural warmth. In the embrace, she revels in your presence, allowing herself the time to reacclimate to your affection in lieu of the harsher conditions of battle. Though she’s trained long and hard to be the top-notch soldier that she is now, it’s hard to deny the downsides of her job now that she has someone waiting for her back home. The drawbacks aren’t enough to keep her on the ground forever, at least not right now, but one day she knows there’ll be a time when she returns, and it will be the last. The frontlines won’t call her name any longer. . . But you will. And you’ll let her hold you all the same. She leans in to kiss you, cradling your cheeks in her calloused hands, mumbling how much she’s missed you against your lips, and in a rare lack of stubbornness, she won’t argue when you tell her she should go and get some much-needed rest.

＃ MOIRA !! ♡

Moira doesn’t like to be fussed over, but she’s not beyond affection. Not in private, at least. Upon her return, she’ll take her time tying up any loose ends from the mission, walking through the labs on three hours of sleep at most, but her mind still sharp as ever. It’s incredible, really, the force that woman is even on the worst of days. She’ll make you wait until her work-related tasks have all been handled appropriately, —and then she’ll finally turn her attention to her sweet, lovesick angel who’s been waiting so long for her arrival. When she does, it’s almost like the weight of the world falls away, both from your shoulders and her own. She may not show it outwardly, but you can tell by the way her body loses the majority of its tension that she’s relieved, at least in part, to be home with you. The intensity of her focus is always the same, whether it falls on one of her experiments, or on you, —the one who waits so patiently for her to come back. There’s a warmth in her eyes when she looks at you that she seldom shows with others, and it leaves you weak in the knees. Although Moira isn’t keen on the over-the-top reunion sort of greeting, she’ll welcome you into her arms once the two of you are alone, and she’ll have no problem kissing you deeply, if only to remind you that she truly does love you, even if saying it isn’t her strongest suit.

＃ TRACER (LENA) !! ♡

Lena doesn’t waste a single moment from the second her two feet hit the ground. Any thoughts of a relaxing cup of warm tea or a hot shower to soothe the lingering aches are drowned out entirely by her tunnel visioned desire to see and hold you as soon as humanly possible. She’s been thinking of you the entire time, especially so since she began the journey back home, every inch of her just thrumming with excitement. The instant she sees your face, she meets your gaze with a wide, happy smile and dashes over, arms wide open to wrap them around your frame. She showers your face in a cascade of peppered kisses, hoping they might get her point across better than murmuring “I missed you” a thousand times over ever could. You giggle at the display, and she keens at the sound, —it’s like a long overdue melody that soothes all the bruises littering her skin. It’s all too easy to get lost in the togetherness, and Lena practically melts at the feeling your lips pressed against her own in an ardent kiss. Sure, she loves her job. She loves helping people, loves saving the day, —loves being a hero for those who need it. But at the end of all things, she knows the fulfillment of going on missions will fade one day, and when she’s left only with the bliss of savoring your lips on hers. . . Well, she thinks she’ll be just fine.

＃ SOMBRA (OLIVIA) !! ♡

For all the things she is, Olivia has never been particularly sentimental. She plays life fast and loose, taking risks that no one else will, —and sometimes it’s just for the sake of it. Still, she comes back and it’s like she left a little part of herself in your hands the entire time, hoping you’d keep it safe and secure. Though she teases you for tearing up or openly admitting that you missed her, there’s always an unspoken admission that she feels the same way, even if she’s a little too proud to say it. She isn’t too proud, however, to hold you close, —tightly enough to convey all the feelings she bottles up to keep herself from looking like a fool, stumbling over pathetic attempts at confessions of love. It’s easier this way, when you take her playful ribbings for what they are: a love language within themselves. It’s easier when she doesn’t have to bare her soul and strip herself apart for you to believe that she cares. She’ll jest with you about how smitten you are, never losing that nonchalant facade; but in between the lines is a warmth unlike any other. A love like hers really seems to transcend the need for explicit declarations of infatuation, so even when she doesn’t lay overt affection on thick enough for you to drown in, you never doubt that you’ll always be the first to know when she arrives back home.

＃ ASHE !! ♡

When she’s certain that all of her ducks are in a row, Ashe doesn’t mind letting you fawn over her a bit behind closed doors. If you were anyone else, she’d be halfway to biting your head off the moment you smooth your hands over her shoulders, asking if she’s hurt, —if things went well, if she needs anything from you now that she’s back. . . But you aren’t just anyone, and she’s begrudgingly accepted how much she cares for you, even on her worst days. She never goes into much detail about what happens while she’s away. That’s for her to know and you to stop thinking about, but she’ll offer little tidbits every now and again, and she’ll talk to you in that smooth, southern accent that drips just like molasses until she grows tired of the monotony of conversation and shuts you up with her mouth on yours. Words become obsolete, and the warmth of her lips speaks volumes that even prose never could. The unspoken parts of her endeavors might remain locked away, but the sweetness of her affection is an open book. As far as she’s concerned, letting you sit on her lap is proof enough that she’s just fine, and you’ll get the hint sooner or later. You’re a clever one, after all. Above all else, Ashe isn’t keen on living in the past. When things happen, the pieces fall where they may, and she’s long since decided that it’s better to just move forward, closure or not. Needless to say, she’s found that a little make out session never hurts to push the progress onward in that regard, so you can keep her company for a bit before she returns to her typical position, and she’s always sure to make it worth your while.

[gentaro-kinniecom]

It all started with a cup of coffee

Characters: Fareeha Amari (Pharah)/fem!reader

C/w: modern au!, you work as a barista with lena (tracer), fluff-ish, suggestive, romantic scenes, Fareeha flirts w you <3, first person pov! [Not proofread]

A/n: I love women. Muah; Im still working on those love and deepspace fics..im just so busy with college stuff pls :,( anyways enjoy 😋

The coffee shop was unusually busier today, I groaned as the sight of the huge line outside grew with each minute that passed. Why did my shift had to be during lunch hour? I passed by the line of impatient customers, some angry at me (since they thought I was a cutting customer), and opened the door, my co-worker sighed in relief as she glanced my way. It seemed we’re understaffed today..

“What took you so long?” She asked, handing me my apron adorned with cute buttons, one of them being a pride flag, which people stared at it rather than me most times. Lena was regularly energetic, but today’s demand was so exhausting to the point where her usual smile faded in the back while preparing orders.

“Traffic. Go and take a break, you’ve more than enough have earned it.” She tried to complain about it, saying how I needed help taking and doing orders, but I insisted, giving her a slight push towards the break room while flashing me a smile.

Hours passed after taking customer’s orders alongside Lena that I didn’t notice it was already 5:30pm, we usually close at 7 but since tomorrow was a free day due to a small holiday event in town, the shop owner was nice enough to change the hour until 6pm for today. I began sweeping the floor and cleaning some tables when the small bell of the shop rang suddenly

“Would you mind taking their order? I have to take out the trash and finish up in the back” Lena asked as I looked up nodding and smiling her way before standing behind the register, not noticing who was in front of me.

“I’ll take a small cappuccino and the last vanilla cupcake” The voice sounded so familiar..I finally looked up to see my crush and classmate, Fareeha Amari. Her hair was messy in an attractive way and adorned with golden accessories. She smiled while meeting my gaze, knowing I had recognized her

“Fareeha? From Calculus class? It’s been a while” I said, writing her name on the cup and starting the coffee steamer.

“I’m glad you remembered, although almost no one in college now days don’t even take the time to know their professor’s names.”-there was a pause, she fetched her phone after it rang twice, apologizing before continuing-“I’ve been meaning to talk with you for a while now” Fareeha thanked me before taking small sips in between our current conversation. While I finished up on cleaning, Fareeha sat down, scrolling through some videos or social media in general.

When it came the time to close, she wished me a goodnight and left, then I noticed. She had left behind a note, her phone number was neatly written in her lovely handwriting. I quickly dialed the number, keeping the small paper in my pocket. Lena’s girlfriend, Emily, came to pick her up, they offered me a ride home but I decided to walk, thanking them while heading towards the subway.

In the morning, I decided to finally reach out to her after a long night of debating it. It’s all fun and games until Fareeha finds out the name her contact on my phone is. Nothing fancy, just ‘Pharah’, with a heart emoji on the side. Sitting down on the countertop, I reached for my phone, sighing while typing..

“Good morning! It’s Y/n, how are you?” As I awaited a reply from her, I began to prepare breakfast while trying not to think much about the text. To my surprise, my phone pinged, ‘1 message from Pharah♡’. I unlocked my phone, my heart accelerating within the second.

“Hey~! I’m doing good, better now that you texted me..by any chance are you going to tonight’s festival?” Oh? The question caught me off guard for a moment as I finished eating. Yes, I was planning to go alone however, if she’s inviting me, I wouldn’t mind.

“I have nothing better to do honestly, I’d love to go, why? You’re inviting~?” I asked, placing my phone on the counter of the vanity while going to take a shower. As I finished, my phone began to ring; Fareeha was calling me. I sighed upon seeing it was just a normal call and not facetime

“Hey, I thought you weren’t going to pick up. And to answer your question, yes, I’m inviting you out.” I grabbed my clothes, leaving the bathroom as I replied.

“Oh~? So like a date then?” There was a small paused before Fareeha chuckled,

“You’re cute, if you want it to be a date, I wouldn’t be opposed to it” Setting down my phone on my bed now, I started to dress myself before replying to her

“Sure~! Does 5pm sound good for you?”

“It’s perfect, I’ll pick you up too, just send me your address, see you” With that, she hung up. I then texted her my location; going on about my day until the time came for her to pick me up. A sudden knock on my door made me realize it was already 4:50pm, she even arrived 10 minutes early..I got up, reaching for the door and opening it

“Hi beautiful, you ready to go?” Fareeha asked, leaning against the doorframe with one arm as I smiled, taking in how good she looked

“I’ll go grab my purse, be right back!” While gathering my stuff, the realization dawned upon me, she was flirting with me, like we’ve been doing even before yesterday. I guess I was too distracted or oblivious to notice

“Thanks for waiting~” Our hands intertwined, walking out of the apartment complex, and toward her blue McLaren, the sides had a streak of gold, it looked beautiful. Fareeha opened the door for me, though the ride wasn’t that long, in 10 to 15 minutes we had already arrived to the event. It was late enough to go back for my jacket, I would’ve never thought it would be cold tonight. Fareeha seemed to notice as she quickly handed over her own

“If you were cold, you should’ve asked for my jacket, sweetheart” I nearly melted at her words, holding her hand while grabbing her jacket as we walked. I couldn’t help but stare at her now glossy lips as she applied some lipstick while letting go of my hand, only to quickly grab it as she smiled, eyes wandering from my eyes to my lips.

“I didn’t want to bother you” My voice was but a mere whisper, still, it made Fareeha laugh softly. We soon entered one of the restaurants around the block.

“Never, in fact, I’d love for you to ask for my things. My jacket suits you well” I nod, ordering a beverage along with something to eat together as Fareeha continued to stare at me, almost lovingly. After eating with her, we walked around town. She wouldn’t let me pay for anything, even with us getting matching key chains for our phones.

“You didn’t have to..don’t tell me you have a thing for spoiling people?” I inquired half jokingly, returning home with her. Fareeha’s hand gripped the steering wheel while the other rested on my thigh

“Only to people I really like..have you gotten the hint yet, or do I have to be more..direct with my feelings?” She teasingly spoke, parking nearby my apartment as I took off my seatbelt, looking over as she tried leaving the car. I grabbed her hand, leaning towards her

“What is it that you truly desire then? Go on, I’m all ears” A cocky smile appeared on her face, making me falter my grip when suddenly, Fareeha took hold of my hands, pushing me slowly against my seat.

“You hate it when I tease you yet..you’re out here playing games with me, honey”

“Okay and~? What’re you gonna do about it? Her lips crashed onto mine like a dream. It was as if tonight everything came to light. My hands caressed her face softly, leaning more into the kiss while Fareeha grabbed my hair, gently tugging it after parting away

“What~? Don’t tell me you’re speechless now?” I chuckled, my hand in hers; soon we left her car, upon arriving to my apartment, I kissed her goodnight. I couldn’t help but think of Fareeha throughout the entire night.

Months passed by, and I can proudly sat that my relationship with her has grown. To the point of moving in together a few months after she asked me to be her girlfriend. I was currently making breakfast, looking out the window to see the sky during the early afternoon. Hands suddenly wrapped around my waist as I smiled

“Good afternoon my love, sleep well?” Fareeha nodded gently, kissing my cheek while grabbing some orange juice from the fridge.

“Mhm, I never thought my dreams of having a life with you would become real, not that I’m complaining” She smiled, taking two glasses of orange-printed cups and pouring juice. At good timing too since I was done with breakfast. We sat together in the dinning table; Fareeha read the newspaper as I scrolled through some social media

“Hey, didn’t you say you wanted to visit the botanical garden last week?” She said, breaking the comfortable silence while taking our dishes back to the kitchen

“Yes, but, don’t you have to call and reserve beforehand? It’s not like we can show up without anything” Fareeha chuckled, after washing our plates, she went towards our shared bedroom and took out an envelope. Inside were two tickets for the garden

“You didn’t think I already planned ahead, right~?” I smiled, wrapping my arms around her as a small ‘thank you’. I couldn’t help but admire her eyes, the way her hair fell down onto her face…

“You’re staring..do I have something?” She looked concerned but I just laughed, kissing her softly, almost catching her off guard. Her hands quickly traveled towards my waist

“I just like staring at you, my beautiful girlfriend”

[ovwechoes]

Marriage by Convenience with Pharah x Reader Themes: lawyer au, requited feelings, gn reader, drabble, dialogue heavy (ish) Word count: 1630

When your boss proposed that, in order to progress and become an established partner within your law firm, you'd need to be married to be ‘respected’ you saw red. You had worked incredibly hard for this promotion, with it dangled infront of you countless times by them. And yet, in that moment, it seemed as though it was just a pipe dream. As though everything you had given for this firm had been for nothing - you had promised yourself that you wouldn't be married and wind up like those couples who lose everything to one another, it was your worst nightmare. But right now, you were left with no other option. It was maddening, and only a bottle of wine with your long-time colleague, Fareeha, could've remedied your anger. 

That night, as you two sat in your shared penthouse suite with glasses in each hand, you felt your anger dissipate with each reassuring word from her. She shared your anger, even if she remained loyal to the firm and couldn't empathise with your drive to progress. For her, she was content in her position - she served herself, her clients and her firm well with grace and respect, so she had no gain in progressing in her mind. But, Fareeha could see on your face how much it troubled you. She could see your pain, and that's when she suggested it. Something you never expected.

“You want me to marry you?” “Only on paper, and if you're willing to. It would solve your problem, wouldn't it?”

You remained silent then, considering your options. Fareeha noticed this, and took it as reluctance, fear, or concern.

“Look, you don't have to. I know how you feel about marriage, and I don't blame you for it. If anything, we'd just be married on paper. We can keep being friends and working together, without anything involved. It's all up to you, so no pressure.” she smiled, her eyes drifting to her drink as she spoke. You didn't know if she was drunkenly offering this right now, only to revoke it in the future, but a part of you felt it was as though divine intervention was handing you a solution.

“Are you sure about this, Fareeha?” “Completely. It's not like I'm marrying anyone anytime soon, and besides, it gets ماما (mom) off my back.” she chuckled as she spoke, leaving you with the solution you had been desperately, mentally searching for until now.

That's how you found yourself in this situation - married and thriving as one of the firm's newly established partner. It had been 7 months since that conversation - the first month was spent on preparing for the wedding. You wanted something simple and still believable - if you weren't able to convince your boss this was a true, bonefide marriage, it would've all been for nothing. Then, 3 months later, the wedding happened due to the courthouse having a surprise cancellation, meaning things could happen much more quickly for the two of you. That following week, the wedding finally happened with your dress and her suit arriving just in time. It was as though it was all meant to happen right then, right there, and you two couldn't possibly pass on this opportunity.

Of course, Fareeha's mother attended alongside your own parents. You had never seen someone smile so brightly at their daughter, which a part of you envied deeply. The wedding was beautiful, and the two of you were satisfied with it and the pictures that came from it. The wedding was nothing short of perfect, with it being enough to gain you respect from your boss and get you the promotion you had set your heart onto. It was all thanks to Fareeha's proposal, and you felt yourself growing more appreciative for things as your marriage continued.

It was an agreement at first, but now things in you had shifted and you grew to enjoy certain perks of marriage as time passed by. It seemed as though the same could be said for Fareeha, as her actions towards you became more considerate and daring.

You found yourself sat at your desk in your office - it was pristine, and so much more spacious compared to your cubicle. Your mind was focused on the work infront of you - contract renewal plans, financial budgets for your lawyers, etc. It was draining, with your mind wandering elsewhere. Somewhere familiar, and somewhere you noticed yourself going to more often now.

You imagined yourself laying next to Fareeha, something that happened more often now as the two of you lived together. You couldn't help but move your hand to her cheek in this daydream, holding her gently as she faced you in the bed. Her hair framed her face beautifully, with her tattoo under her eye emphasising Fareeha's iris'. You often akined them to burnished gold, with a fire ignited behind them when she grew focused on tasks at hand. She looked gorgeous in the darkly lit room you had imagined, as she lay there silent and staring back at you with a smile spread across her face.

“Hello… Yes I have a woman who's stuck in her daydreams… Yes she's awake but she's unresponsive…” Fareeha's sarcastic tone droned through you, bringing you back to reality as you realised she now stood infront of you, frustrated with the lack of attention you must've failed to give her before. Her face still held a mischevious smile, with your gaze drifting towards it and finally observing her whole statute.

Her hand was raised to her ear, as though she was on the phone. Something you noticed she did often to rile you up, and to bring a laugh out of you when your mood dipped. You rolled your eyes at the realisation that she was mimicking an emergency call, and began to configure a retort in your mind.

“Oh, come on. Hang up, I'm here.” you replied in a humerous, but still stern tone. “Finally, it's only been 5 minutes of me trying to get your attention.” Fareeha dropped her arm, letting silence linger for a moment as she repositioned herself infront of your desk. She stood tall in her work attire - a smart blazer, work trousers with a high-end belt, and a pen tieing her hair up (typical of her). She stood patiently, before breaking the moment with her words again.

“What did you want to talk about then?” “Oh yeah, I have your new contract here. Sign them once you've read through them, and give them to Vivian.”

Fareeha nodded in response, a grunt amplifying her understanding. It was hard being one of her bosses sometimes, but it definitely had their perks. You always convinced yourself those perks were purely platonic, purely friendship-based. And yet, Fareeha saw right through you and managed to use your hidden agendas to her benefit.

She paused for a moment, as she briefly read through them before abruptly stopping. Something caught her attention, and your fixation on her expression prevented you from carrying on your work and simply ignoring her.

“Says here I'll be working under Vivian permanently…” she uttered under her breath, a layer of sadness laced into her words. Her expression was softer than before, with her smile gone, but you still struggled to exactly place where her sadness came from. Was it because Vivian was infamously more strict than you as a partner, or was it something else? You didn't know, and you didn't have the time to entertain it right now.

“Yep. You've been bringing a lot of high-class clients in, so she's requested you to be on her team.” you explained, before letting your eyes drift back to your work. Fareeha wasn't pleased with this - something bothered her about this, and even she couldn't figure out why in this moment. But she didn't take the time to think, before biting back at this.

“And you're okay with this?” “Yup. Are you? If you don't want to work with her that's fine, I'm sure Sloan's team needs an extra set of ha-”

“Oh no, I'm alright with it. I'm just making sure you are…” she started, pausing for a moment to see if you'll look up and take pity on her demeanour. When you didn't, she took this as a challenge to rile you up further - something she had started doing now that the two of you were married.

"I just don't want you to miss me too much, that's all." Fareeha began, her tone soft and airy, with her words stretched out for emphasis. It was her way of teasing you, and you knew it all too well. When you looked up, you couldn't help but notice the slight curl of the corner of her mouth. It was as though she was waiting for you to snip back at her, so that she could continue bringing something out of you. You weren't going to let her win that easily, though.

“Bold words, Fareeha. Only person that's gonna miss you is the cleaner. Their workload's gonna drop by half now that you're leaving.” you retorted back, your tone taunting as you watched in your peritheral vision Fareeha's expressions twist and turn. You could see the gears turning in her mind, as she tried to figure out a way to bite back right now. Eventually, she put the contract under her arm and walked towards the door. She had given up, you assumed, as she remained silent as she opened it slightly. Fareeha paused, looking over her shoulder back to you with a gaut smirk plastered on her face.

"Maybe the cleaner won’t miss me, but I’m pretty sure you will. Who else is going to give you all this attention?"

[darling-answers]

Can you do Pharah x fem reader and it’s her first time being cuddled (BTW I know I don’t have to specify Fem reader but I’ve been on the dark side)

Day Four

Cuddle Season

Side note: another one that has been in my request for a long time thank you for being so patient. I also forgot to mention all my stories anytime the reader had dialogue it should come out as green, while the character being in the story should have there signature color. Sorry this one was also very short!

She had finally come home, after a long difficult mission one that almost cost her life. She was lucky to have such good supports on her side not only her mother but also Angela. You didn’t know how to pay them for keeping your girlfriend safe. They never expected you to and even refused but for your girlfriend to get severely injured this time worse than any of her other missions you wish they would accept it.

She laid in the medical ward with severe bruises all over her body. Some bullets had grazed her skin which led to bandages being placed in areas of her body like her arm, abdomen, thigh and her head. She had her right arm wrapped up tight in bandages. She suffered some serious injuries in her right arm which put her out of commotion for a few days.

Angela had given her two weeks to recover her body fully with enough exercise after she recovered with her arm and some nanotechnology she would be as good as new. But for right now laying in the hospital with barely anyone to talk to besides the few visits from her mother, Angela, and you, plus the nurses coming in and out to check on her made her feel like she was missing out. So to boost her morales coming back from shopping you bought her something that could help.

“ you did not… Baby in the nicest way possible when you said you were getting me something this was… not what I expected.”

She gave you a look of concern for your spending habits. Taking the build a bear into her hands she looked back up at you. It was a bear that somehow resembles her mother with the Jacket, her sniper rifle, Her eye patch, her sleep dart. She took the other one in her hand and looked up at you for the third time. It was one that resembled you. She felt the firm material as she slowly moved the one that resembled her mother near her right shoulder. Holding the one that resembles you to her chest.

“ both of them speaks so if you ever feeling a little sick just squeeze them and there multiple messages inside of those for you to remember us by.”

As she squeezed your plushie, your voice came out of the voice box of the bear, it was a message of affirmation and love. She knew there was so much work put behind this, it could be also very expensive for a very custom version of a bear that looked like you in bear form.

Sitting by her side she seemed to have a little frown on her face a look of sincere had developed in her eyes. In the background there was a small tv noise that was drown out by the lovely lady that sat next to Pharah.

“ you are something else…”

She snorted as she placed her left hand on her lips as she made a small gesture for her girlfriend to lean closer. When her girlfriend was close enough she slowly reached over to grab her waist and use some of her strength to push her girlfriend into the bed with her.

“ Fareeha I should not be in the same bed with you while you recover what if one of the nurses walk in!”

The protest of her beautiful girlfriend made her slowly press a big kiss on your cheek.

“ so what are they really going to tell me that I can’t have my partner in the bed with me, your not doing anything wrong, I’m recovering what the problem.”

She felt a small shuffle as she saw you get more comfortable in the bed with the little room the both of you guys had. As she felt your arms wrapped around hers she slowly moved her arm to also wrapped around you.

“ you know I love you so much. Thank you… it so lonely in here knowing you guys are out also trying to save the world while I’m stuck in recovery.”

She let out a small somber sigh as she leaned her head on your shoulder, her thumb finds it landing on your lower back as she slowly closed one of her eyes.

“ we know you like saving the world Fareeha but we also need you alive just as much as saving the world. Don’t stress about not being out on the field people will understand you needing time to recover from these difficult missions.”

The lovely voice of reason made her snort again, her body moving a little as the noise left her nose. Fareeha lips come to leave little sweet kisses on your neck, hearing your giggling caused her to also laugh.

“ what will i do with such a pretty lady in my bed? Did you know you’re the most gorgeous and attractive person in my life that I can call mine?”

She smiled, that real genuine smile. That wasn’t fake. Her left hand moved to come onto your left side cheek as she rubbed it. By permission from your head nodding she slowly moved to give you a kiss on the lips. The kiss was passionate one that she put her full attention to. As you both pulled away gently she felt you pull her tighter into a cuddle position. Her hands fall into your hair as she saw and felt your head leaning on her left shoulder. You were on her right side so your body was on top of her chest. While it did cause a tiny sensation of pain it didn’t have any argument on her.

“ I think I would know since you like to compliment me every single day I wake up. You refuse to go a day without me knowing I’m the most beautiful woman in this universe.”

She hears you laugh at your statement, she felt one of your arms come to rest on where her chest is. It relaxed on her heart. Which she comes to swoon over in her brain.

“ I love you so much…”

She whispers her voice had a hint of emotional behind it, as it cracked a little, as she comes to bury her head in your shoulder. Smelling your perfume on you she let out a sigh.

“ I love you, Fareeha thank you for being my protector.”

The Ana Bear plushie got squished as it leg had some of your head and hair on it. Ana Amari was so impressed with it when you showed her it she was almost jealous she didn’t think of it at first. Both you and her made bunch of jokes over tea about it being the new protector in the Amari household. Ana was the reason you even had confidence to give it to Pharah. She now had plushies of her two favorite people, now the only thing that was missing was a plushie that was exactly like Fareeha so the three of you could all be matching with bears.

[hauntingkiki]

OH MY GYAT BFF!!!!!!!! this is kinda embarrassing but can u do 😳 headcannons for pharah x disney princess reader 😳😳😳😳 like shes really soft and feminine and loves animals 😳😳

OMGGG YESSS BFF!!!😳😳 and it’s not embarrassing dwdw!!

Pharah x Disney Princess! Reader

Overwatch

2nd POV

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- the two of you are the definition of opposites attract oml

- when the two of you are out and about together, shed be wearing like jeans and a tanktop while you’d wear a cute little dress:}

- fareeha is a little more on the ‘mess with my girlfriend you die’ side while you’re more on the ‘FAREEHA NO!’

- pharah puts on a ‘tough’ act when in front of people, especially at overwatch due to her being in the military before meeting you, but when it’s just the two of you in your shared apartment, she’s the biggest softy ever

- she’d let you paint her nail any color you’d like!(she secretly likes it when you do pink on her nails)

- she also likes it when you play with her hair, or even scratch her head with your nails:)

- sometimes when she gets home from a mission or from work, she’ll walk into the apartment and she’ll find you on the floor with a small kitten or an injured animal

“y/n? where’d you get that?”

“i was going to the store…and i found them on the sidewalk…”

“what are we doing to do with them?”

“…keep them?”

- you have about two cats, a puppy, and a bird in your shared apartment. both of you don’t know how you haven’t been caught by the landlord yet

- but! you both are saving up for a house with a huge backyard so you don’t have to worry about not having a place for the animals!:)

- she knows that you’re going to get more animals once you get into a house of your own and she’s all for it honestly

- she might even want to get some chickens and start a small farm in the backyard so you two have some fresh produce!:}

- and don’t even worry about ana, fareeha’s mother, she absolutely ADORES YOU!!

- when she goes over for visits (or vice versa) she’ll walk over to you, give you a big old hug and pinch your cheeks a few times

“how’s my favorite daughter doing?”

“mom! i’m your daughter?”

“she’s my new daughter, fareeha.”

- pharah actually really loves to cook for you, making you her childhood dishes and her favorite meals!:)

- and she also loves it when you cook for her too! pharah loves trying new dishes, especially if you grew up eating it!

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I HOPE YOU ENJOYED BFF!!😳

i kinda just started to make this an overall headcanon list for her😭 but i hope you enjoyed nonetheless!!

[moonlithunter-writes]

Window & Instance - Pharah x f!Reader

   You didn’t hate your job, per se, there was just nothing you really liked about it. It was a boring corporate job where you worked in an office from 9 to 5 attending meetings, sending emails, and doing paperwork until you were exhausted. You had to wear makeup and blouses and tight skirts and heels that were so high you were afraid of rolling your ankle—but that was the corporate life.    You were in the middle of sending an email when an explosion sounded outside of the window. You cursed and your finger slipped from the keyboard, causing you to accidentally send the email prematurely. You groaned and swiveled around in your office chair, glaring out the window.    It was a military holiday today, and all day long soldiers had been firing guns and flying jets overhead in celebration—normally it wasn’t an issue working on the 67th floor of a skyscraper, but the roar of the planes and the bursts of fireworks were much louder from up there. And to make matters worse, you lived near the base and had been woken up at 5 am when the celebrations began.    You had turned back around and were already typing out an apology email when a huge shadow crossed your computer screen. That was strange, you thought, turning back to the window. There weren’t many things to make a shadow like that in the middle of a city at nearly a thousand feet in the air.    You watched for another moment, and then gasped in surprise as a robot flew past the window. No, not a robot, you realized after a beat. It was a suit of armor with some sort of self-propulsion unit attached to its back. When the armor-wearer turned to the side, you caught a glimpse of tan skin, plush lips, and a bright smile.    As if she could sense you looking, the flier turned in your direction and rocketed up higher into the sky, leaving a trail of smoke behind. You stood up out of your desk chair and went to the window, craning your neck for a glimpse of the woman.    Without warning, she zoomed back down, close enough to the building to make you jump back in surprise. Your eyes followed the flier all the way down as she pulled up out of her dive and returned to the 67th floor.     The flier hovered outside your window, openly grinning now, and your heart was pounding both from watching the woman’s incredible stunts, and from the way she was looking at you. As you watched, the woman reached out a gloved hand and began writing something in the dirt on the windowpane.    When she was done, she flew backward, nodded once, and took off into the sky once more. You watched her go, mystified, until she was out of sight—probably back off to the military base. It was a moment before you processed what had happened, but as soon as you did, you took a sticky note off of your desk and copied down what the woman had written on the glass—a ten-digit phone number, and the name Fareeha.

[darkwicks]

the lucio nation army has decided to back off (same anon as before- hiya~) and now we feast. how about some cassidy cuddles?

✦ five more minutes

Soft is the very last word he’d use to describe himself, but you know it for sure: your Cole Cassidy is a total softie. 

COLE CASSIDY X GN!READER // fluff. Cass calls you sweetheart and refers to you as his partner. // ~0,6k words

I'm so sorry for this horrendously late response LOL it's been a busy week. Here's a sleepy, clingy Cassidy for the soul <3

You don’t think Cole realises just how affectionate he is.

A pat on the back, a gentle clasp on the shoulder after a job well done, a noogie if he’s feeling playful. He’s changed a lot over the years, but he’s still the same man you love. He’s carefree, keeping tension off the air with his chatter. He’s close to the rookies, putting up with Hana’s teasing jabs or going through one of Zarya’s ‘easier’ regimens. He trains at the shooting range with Fareeha every Thursday. He tries to help Baptiste with whatever he can, even if he’s more distracting than helpful.

He’s not shy with physical affection—that much is obvious. He’s more careful with his superiors (as he should be, you think bemusedly) but with you?

Total free rein.

He kisses your cheek every morning, greeting you with a good morning, sugar that never fails to elicit a reaction from you. He kisses your forehead every night, holds you close against his chest as his fingers dance across your skin until you both fall asleep. He likes having his arm around your waist, loves letting your hands brush together when you walk side by side.

Soft is the very last word he’d use to describe himself, but you know it for sure: your Cole Cassidy is a total softie. 

If it were any other time, you’d tease him for it, but your love for him consumes your being entirely. You let the innate desire for him to be yours, heart, mind and soul, grow stronger every time he glances your way. You want to be the only one who gets to see him like this—asleep, at peace, at home. He’ll call you a sap if you ever say these things out loud, but the redness at the tips of his ears will betray him. Much like the smile on his face will.

The morning sun shines and peeks through the gap between the curtains as the day begins its course. Cole grumbles something in his sleep, not quite ready to start the day just yet, and languidly pulls himself closer to your body. You can feel his chest against your back, rising and falling with each breath he takes. It falls into a rhythm that lulls you into a state of tranquillity, but as much as you’d like to stay here, there’s a lot of work to catch up with today.

Begrudgingly, you push yourself into a sitting position. The sooner you get it done, the sooner you can rest, right?

“Cass,” you whisper, gently shaking him awake. “Get up.”

He blinks one eye open, his brows furrowed until his gaze lands on you. Relaxing and sinking deeper into the sheets, he wraps his hand around your wrist and pulls you back down. An endearing chuckle rumbles in his chest at the surprised yelp you let out.

“It’s our day off, sweetheart.” Sleep is still evident in his voice as he speaks. He leans forward to press a gentle kiss to the back of your neck. “Work can wait.”

You sigh in mock exasperation, though you don’t make an effort to pry his arm off your waist. “You promised to help out Torbjörn and Baptiste today, remember?”

“No clue what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Cass.”

“Hmm.”

You bite back a smile. “You’re gonna prove Hana right, y’know. About you being a lazy bum.”

“Can’t I just spend the morning in bed with my partner?” His complaint is more playful than it is of genuine upset. With how close you are to him, figuratively and literally, you can just tell that he’s in a good mood. “Come on, sweetheart. Five more minutes.”

And his five more minutes will turn into ten more, fifteen more until someone inevitably comes to look for one of you and rings the buzzer at the door. It’s never five more minutes with him, but as he peppers soft kisses from your neck to the curve of your shoulder, you think you don’t mind spending the entire morning like this.

[shinyasahalo]

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[wisteriaiswriting]

Can you do Male Reader being a widowmakers son and also a overwatch member and widowmaker trying to kill him but can't no matter how hard she tries because of something like widowmaker's want to kill vs Amelie's want to protect her son

𝔽𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕪

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Talon had in many ways changed her life, mainly for the worst. Her life seemed perfect before they intervened, while it was far off it still felt right. Her family just had a new edition, that being her son, you.

As you grew they both learned how to raise a child, making mistakes but nothing went wrong. You met the founding overwatch agents whenever he had to bring you along, quickly becoming a major part in their hearts.

While your mother, Amélie brought you up with her own passion. That being dancing, ballet specifically. Letting you attend her shows and even trying to teach you some dances, trying being the key words.

As a child you didn’t have the same… perception of the world. Your father experienced the brunt of it for your family, until the incident. For a few months Amélie had gone missing, leaving you alone in your fathers care.

Instead of him caring the responsibility was left to other overwatch members, he was trying to find her. But in turn accidentally ignoring you, luckily a certain mother helped. As her own Fareeha was grown, it was time to care for another.

That lasted until your mother showed back up, but not for long. As something felt… wrong. But your father didn’t notice, just happy she returned seemingly safe and sound. That was until she turned on him.

By a stroke of luck you didn’t seem to be next, as she was taken away. Leaving you alone in the giant house. Only found the next morning by staff, who alerted the Overwatch agents. Who took you under their wing again.

Due to the situation they were quick to train you in many areas. Medical, soon able to keep yourself alive in a battlefield. (Simulated of course.) And physically, hand to hand and from range, using a sniper.

As Ana taught you she specialized in a sniper rifle. Firstly she protested due to her past and the connections but eventually relented. Realizing it wasn’t a mistake as you took to it immediately.

Maybe you’re more similar to your mother than you realize.

***

It’s been years since she’s seen you last, only aware of your growth due to a certain hacker. This helped her realize the lies she’s been fed, she couldn’t care about the ones about Overwatch or Talon.

Only the ones about you. Moira claimed she had contact with you and you’re current carers, recently learning the opposite. The fact you’re with Overwatch, out of everywhere you could’ve been, why there.

Now it’s come back as karma, in the form of a mission.

***

You weren’t meant to be here. But unluckily the selected few got injured on a previous mission, and some agreed you had enough training. Meaning Ana, Mercy, Torb, you, Reinhardt and Winston were sent.

None of you were meant to engage unless necessary, which happened a lot quicker than you’d think.

***

Talon had sent Widowmaker on this mission, with other agents to scout around. Except they were given opposite rules, if anyone was seen, engage. Can’t have any witnesses now, could they?

She was searching the streets through her scope. During so she’s been unable to locate anyone as it seems they’ve improved, except one. You.

No one had realized at that moment you’ve stepped away, and into the view of Widowmaker. But instead of shooting you down she paused, something about you seemed so… familiar. As if she’s seen you before. Not one agent dared to question her staring, well, not any agent on the mission.

“So the feared Widowmaker found her pequeña araña huh?” Amélie tried to ignore her but she couldn't, the jab at her family didn’t sit right.

“Concentrez-vous sur votre travail Sombra.” Seeing you interacting happily with the Overwatch members had her at her limits.

She could easily have you back in her arms with Talon, take down the others before swooping in to take you. But no, Moira would only use you against her even more if she had her hands on you. She wasn’t going to let that happen, ending the mission right there to leave.

Maybe one day her little spider would return home.

***

pequeña araña - little spider

Concentrez-vous sur votre travail Sombra - Focus on your work Sombra

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Bad Feelings Before Dinner

Dad!Soldier:76 x kid!Reader

You sat on your bed, your head resting in the palms of your hands. Nothing was going the way you wanted it to, and it was all your fault. That’s what you thought, anyway.

You had been in your room for a while, just berating yourself. You ignored your phone, and missed dinner with your dad. After a few minutes of waiting for you to come out of your room, he decided to check on you. The retired super soldier knocked on your door, and when he didn’t get a response he cracked it open slightly.

He sighed when he saw you curled up on your bed. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying, and you were just staring at the wall. You didn’t even acknowledge him. Jack sighed and sat down next to you on the bed, startling you slightly.

“Oh, hi. Didn’t hear you come in. Is dinner ready?”

“Dinner was ready ten minutes ago. I called you, and when you didn’t answer I knocked. Seems like you were pretty out of it, huh?”

You cringed and looked over at your phone, which had plenty of missed messages and calls. You hadn’t even noticed. “Yeah, I guess I was. Sorry, I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Don’t worry about it, kid. Is something up?” You didn’t respond, just looking away and focusing on the wall again. “I’ll take that as a yes. Do you wanna talk about it?”

You had your reservations about telling him what was going on in your head, knowing that he’d try and refute anything that you said. Still, you really did want to talk to someone about it. “I just…I feel like a shitty person. I have for so long, and the more I keep existing the worse it gets. I just get more and more horrible as I keep living.”

“Well, why?”

You paused. That wasn’t what you expected him to ask, but you went with it. “Cause I don’t listen to people. I push and push for them to do what I want, ignoring them when they tell me they don’t want to.”

Jack nodded along as you spoke. The two of you sat in silence for a bit before he finally said something. “Well, then I guess I’m a pretty shitty person too.”

“What? No! No, you’re the best. What are you talking about?”

Jack shrugs. “Well, I do that sometimes. I did it to your father a lot. I’ve done it to you. Auntie Ana does it too with Fareeha, so I guess she’s a shitty person too.”

You looked at your dad, astonished. “No way. You guys probably had a good reason to do it. You’re not shitty people.”

“Nope. We pushed because we wanted to. By your logic, we suck.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Not true. You and papa are always so nice to me. You push me to do things that I’m scared to and I pretty much always end up enjoying them. Auntie Ana pushes Fareeha because it’s what helps Fareeha do what she needs to. You guys are the opposite of shitty people.”

Your dad smiles at you and nudges your shoulder. “Well, if we aren’t shitty for it, then neither are you. I’m sure you thought you were doing what was best.”

You didn’t know what to say exactly, so you just stayed quiet and stared at the wall again. You knew he was right, he almost always was, but the feeling of being shitty didn’t disappear.

“I know that you won’t magically feel better. Feelings are one hell of a thing and are definitely persistent. But I don’t mind reminding you any time you feel down that you aren’t a bad person. You’re so caring to the people around you. You’re always a shoulder to lean on for your friends. You help them with things, even when you need help yourself. You don’t diminish their feelings and instead help them with what they need. I think that makes you pretty fucking amazing.”

The tears had started up again, and you wiped them away with your sleeve. “Thanks, dad.”

“No problem kiddo. You’re pretty fucking amazing. Now come on, your dinner has been getting cold and you know how your papa feels about me getting you dessert when you didn’t eat dinner.”

~~~

@colemorrison

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Werewolf!Cole Cassidy x Reader Headcanons

🌙 He was turned sometime after Overwatch collapsed years ago. He can't really give an exact date, things are fuzzy in his mind when he tries to think back to that night. All he remembers is that he was somewhere in the New West acting on a bounty target when he got pinned by a big, hairy beast and was nearly mauled the death. He awoke suddenly in the middle of the day, bloodied and barely hanging on in the middle of the dusty canyon with an odd feeling brewing inside of him.

🌙 So imagine his surprise one night, nearly one month after he was attacked by that thing, he doubles over in excruciating pain in his safehouse. It felt like his body was being electrocuted and burned at the same time as his bones crackled and muscles reshaped inside of him.

🌙 He woke up once again in the dawn, this time completely nude and missing the open wounds across his body. Instead, his face, neck and hands were covered in blood and gore; A desecrated animal sat not too far away, the head cleaved straight off and the chest and stomach were both torn open by horrifying bite marks. He threw up when he tasted the blood coating his teeth.

🌙 He would've never believed he'd become a werewolf had it not have been for the shitty camera system he set up in his safehouse. It captured every little nasty bit of his transformation and he watched it in pure horror as he became a monster.

🌙 He tried to keep himself inside of his safehouse, especially when he could sniff out gang members riding around the dusty plateaus in search of people to rob. Some months, he was successful, managing to chain himself up just enough to keep the beast at bay. Other nights... He wasn't as lucky.

🌙 When he initially heard the recall, he didn't allow himself to get his hopes up. He couldn't, not with what he was. Overwatch would surely turn their backs on him when they found out he had an uncontrollable wild side that came out to play every month. But when he woke up the next morning after a full moon to see he had taken out a Deadlock member that strayed too close to his territory, he got scared.

🌙 When he reluctantly relayed his "condition" to Winston who shockingly took it well. The gorilla was eager to help, citing that the base was equipped with specialized cells that even he couldn't break out of when he was in a rampage. It really put an ease in Cole's mind.

🌙 It was then that he saw you again. His world stopped moving when he saw you on the Overwatch base. And when your eyes connected? He felt something strange wriggle inside of him. It was the beast that lay just beneath his skin. Normally when he would feel it fighting to get out, it was out of feral rage. But now? It wanted you.

🌙 You had been with Overwatch when he was "initiated" in Blackwatch. He was very sweet on you back in those days, but you both really couldn't do much more than exchange occasional touches and flirt as both Morrison and Reyes kept you both on short leashes. Then there was the night during a New Years party where you both snuck away, only for Reyes to find you both kissing and pawing at each other in some storage closet.

🌙 You both hit it off immediately. It made him feel ten years younger again the way you both tried to keep it a secret only for people like Fareeha and Angela to snicker and catch you both flirting in the kitchen. You both fell into an immediate comfort with one another, and it made that odd feeling inside of Cole grow even hotter.

🌙 And then, he was cruelly reminded of his little problem when he didn't show up to your little date. You were supposed to have a picnic at night by the beach, but he was a no show. You went knocking on his door completely annoyed only to find his room was long empty. It was then that you grew a little suspicious on what was going on.

🌙 Cole felt absolutely horrible for doing that to you, and even worse knowing that you would most likely become horrified if you found out about what he really was. He couldn't afford to lose you a second time, especially if it was because of him. So when you asked him what the fuck was up about the other night, he lied through is teeth to you. He knew you didn't buy it, but you seemed to understand that something was wrong and he wasn't ready to tell you about it.

🌙 There have been times where you would almost see it. Cole didn't have the best control over it at times, especially when his emotions would get the best of him. Claws would come out, his eyes would give off a faint golden glow, and often times when he's all riled up and angry he can feel his teeth ache as they gave way to fangs.

🌙 It was always another bullshit excuse he would dish out. Hiding his hand in his pocket, rubbing his eyes acting like he got sand in them, even popping a cigar in his mouth and barely speaking as he smoked like a chimney to get away with you not seeing his sharp teeth.

🌙 And then came the night you finally found out. You had gotten fed up with Cole becoming dodgy every fucking month and completely ignoring you when you knew he wasn't out on a mission. You followed him, suddenly finding yourself in a weird part of the base you hadn't seen before, following far behind. You watched Cole enter one of the heavy-duty cells, and as it closed behind him, he caught a whiff of you. Turning to see you in the hallway, he became mortified as the door closed.

🌙 Despite your horrible cover being blown, you approached the door, ignoring Cole's pathetic pleas for you to leave before he was silenced by a horrifying crack of bone. Worried, you looked to the holopad screen beside the door only for you to witness that gory transformation. You couldn't pull your eyes away from it, standing there on wobbling legs as your lover turned into a monster. You only booked it when he slammed against the door, snarling and baying as his claws bit into the thick metal.

🌙 The next morning, he didn't want to see you. He at first refused to leave the cell, only redressing himself before he sat against the wall and puffed away at his pack of cigarettes he squirreled away down there. Anxiety wracked his nerves as he mourned, the poor man was having a full-blown panic when the door opened with a groan, revealing you were standing behind it with a stoic look on your face.

🌙 He flinched away, avoiding your gaze, the cigarette butt crushed between his teeth completely flat as he heard you walk up to him. He didn't know how to feel; Somewhat of a mix of fear and anger and embarrassment amongst other emotions. Fear was the reigning champion, though, especially as you stopped right next to him.

🌙 So when you suddenly bent down and crushed him in a hug? He wasn't ready for it. The cigarette slipped from his teeth and he was left sitting there completely stunned before he finally willed himself to hug you back. His eyes burned with unshed tears as silent sobs wracked through his body as you held him.

🌙 He came to terms pretty quickly with you using dog puns around him. Most of your teammates didn't understand, but Cole would just eye you and puff on his cigarette, rolling his eyes playfully. However, if you ever said something like 'Good boy,' forget it. He's like putty in your hands.

🌙 He runs so warm. You don't understand how he's not burning up let alone melting in his clothes. You don't need blankets at night, only Cole, and he's a keen fan of just wrapping his arms around you, smothering your sleeping body with his scent and passing out.

🌙 Speaking of scents, he loves it when you wearing something of his. It does something to him, awakening something primal inside of him when he sees you walking around your shared room with nothing but your underwear and one of his large flannels wrapped around you like a robe. He can feel it getting as excited as he is as he tracked you from the bed.

🌙 He argues that he's nothing like a dog only to fall prey when you scratch him just right, especially between the shoulders where he can't quite reach. He's also a very big fan of head scratches. He doesn't know why, but just the feeling of your nails lazily scratching in his hair as you're both lounging does something for him. If you do it just right, he'll even growl softly.

🌙 On the mornings of full moons, Cole wakes up in pure exhaustion and ebbing agony. His muscles are wound up so tight and his skull feels like it's about to split in two. He really appreciates it when you do everything in your power to ease his pain. Bringing him ice cold water and pain killers, massaging his throbbing muscles, running him a warm shower. He's forever grateful to have you around during these trying times.

[pochipop]

＃OVERWATCH !! ♡ — EVEN WHEN I DOUBT YOU (PHARAH (FAREEHA) X READER).

#. synopsis! — fareeha gets called to action, but you really can't handle seeing her go tonight .

#. characters! — pharah .

#. warnings! — explicit representations of a verbal argument .

#. word count! — 2.7k.

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw), @hhoneypop (moodboards) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — break from uni yippee, happy holidays!! big crush on pharah rn, really need her to kiss me ngl .

She’s leaving again. You’ve hardly seen her these past few months as she’s been called to arms over and over and over, and you’re teetering on the edge of decay. It’s like a shot to the heart each time she goes away again, long nights of losing sleep and biting your nails down to the quick, worrying and wondering about whether you’ll ever see her face once more. And even when you do, the thought of her inevitably having to go and fight and struggle to stay alive seeps its way into your thoughts like a virus, corrupting all the happiness and bliss you should feel in your girlfriend’s embrace.

Fareeha isn’t the born soldier everyone (including herself, at some points)makes her out to be. She wasn’t brought onto this Earth to save lives and protect others, even at the expense of her own safety (and your sanity.) It’s the life she chose against her mother’s wishes, against all the warnings she received, and all the pushes she was given to use her talents in other places. Sometimes, you can’t help but wish she would have listened to their advice. Maybe then you wouldn’t be pacing back and forth in the bedroom of the quaint apartment you share with her, —though most wouldn’t know it. It’s filled with your belongings, and it’s home to you. . . But Fareeha’s things go to Overwatch HQ, and they seldom return, left to rot in her locker until she inevitably throws them away.

The bed doesn’t smell like her anymore, and what few clothes remain in the closet hang untouched in the closet like they’re preparing to be sold and not worn. You hear her sigh deeply through the crack in the door, light spilling in from the hallway that leads directly into the living room. There, Fareeha shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her phone pressed to her ear. She hasn’t officially told you that she’s leaving soon, —but you knew the moment her phone rang and she stopped kissing you to roll over and take it that it wouldn’t be long.

Tears prick at your eyes. She’d only gotten back a few days ago, —days that she spent working on reports, instead of falling into the arms of her lover; and now they were taking her away again. It’s times like this when you kick yourself the most for falling for someone like her. Sure, she made it easy enough, with her pretty face and charming wit, and all the times she disappeared just to come back and kiss it better. . . But the pattern was stale now. Your heart was wearing thin.

So the moment she stepped back into the bedroom with an apologetic look on her face, opening her mouth to say what she always does; ‘I’m sorry, angel, I know it’s sudden, but duty calls,’ you quiver a little and shake your head, causing her to clam up entirely.

“That’s it then?” You question after taking a few seconds to collect yourself and swallow the sob threatening to work its way up your throat. “You’re leaving again? And what I think, what I say, what I feel. . . None of that matters?”

Fareeha looks stunned. It’s not like you to break down like this at all. For as long as she’s known you, she’s found that you’ve been stronger about her leaving than she is. But there is something distinctly different about this moment, and you know she can feel the way it weighs heavily enough to suffocate you both.

“Of course it matters,” she replies. “You matter. But this isn’t just about you, or me. . . You have to remember that the world doesn’t revolve around us. There are much bigger things at stake.”

“You promised,” you choke out pathetically. “You promised it wouldn’t be like this when you came back.”

“I know, I know,” Fareeha sighs deeply.

You can tell this is having just as much of an impact on her, but that she’s doing a better job of hiding it this time around.

“I’m sorry. I really am. But I have to go. . . You understand that, right?”

“No,” you shake your head defiantly. “I don’t understand. Not anymore.”

“Baby, please,” she steps a little closer, cupping your cheek in the palm of her hand, “don’t make this any harder than it already is.”

You brush her hand away a bit callously, but the last thing you want is to be touched by her right now. Ten minutes ago, before the call, before she stumbled out of the bedroom to take it, before the world came crashing down again; it was all you wanted. . . But now, her fingers felt like burning coals against your skin.

“It has to be as hard as I’m making it,” you answer. “All the things I’ve sacrificed to be with you, —leaving so much of my old life behind, making changes just to suit your needs, all the shit I’ve forfeited and missed out on to move here and be with you, to get left behind everytime Overwatch wants something from you. I’ve supported every decision you’ve made for yourself, every alteration we’ve had to make together, but I’m tired. I feel worthless to you.”

Maybe it isn’t exactly the right time to rattle all of that off, but God, it was bound to happen at some point with how much you’d been bottling up. Especially after these last few months, caught up in this endless cycle of hurt and misfortune.

“You are not worthless to me,” Fareeha states firmly. “Not at all.”

And you believe her. You know she loves you, and that she does the best she can on any given day, but this downtrodden adrenaline rush has your heart pin pricked, and all you want to do is curl up somewhere and waste away until she comes back home again. If she comes back home again.

“Then don’t go,” you utter, and it sounds almost like a whimper. “Please, Fareeha.”

“Y/n. . .”

Your heart sinks lower. She seldom says your name, and never in that tone unless she knows she’s about to disappoint you.

“Please,” you repeat, a little stronger this time.

“You know what kind of life I live,” she says. “Sometimes, the work I do requires me to leave, and go, and be alone for a while, —and it’s not because I want to. It’s because this is what I have to do. It’s what I’ve been trained for. And I’m sorry that I can’t just sit around and wait for you to be okay with that. I really am. But please don’t take this personally. It’s just something I have to do.”

“It’s been three days,” you say. “You haven’t even been back for a week yet, and they want to ship you off somewhere else?”

“They don’t control when or where disaster strikes,” she reminds you.

“No, they don’t but they sure as hell control who gets called to go fix it,” you argue. “They have a roster full of soldiers, and they can’t give you a week to yourself? A week to be home with the people you love?”

“You’re frustrated, and I understand why. It frustrates me too, believe me. . . But I’m good at what I do, y/n,” she says in earnest.

“I know that,” you answer. “The world knows that. But I can’t keep doing this with you, Fareeha.”

Her face falls. It’s hard to see her look so dejected when you’re used to the bright way she smiles, but what you said was nothing short of the truth. This has been eating you alive for so long, and these last few months have been a dangerous tipping point. Being stuck at home while she fights on the frontlines of every battle they can’t seem to win without her has left you riddled with anxiety, a constant reminder that your lover is unsafe and might not even make it back to you in one piece. It lives in your bones like it’s stuffed into the marrow.

“Please don’t say that,” she says in a voice just above a whisper.

“I can’t do it,” you shake your head, looking anywhere but her eyes as tears begin to trickle down your cheeks. “You leave, and I worry so much that it consumes me. Then you come back, and I feel like I can breathe again, but it’s so shortlived that it might as well not have even happened in the first place. They can’t even wait for your bruises to disappear before they put you out there again.”

“I’m fine, baby,” she urges. “Look at me? Aren’t I perfectly okay?”

She gestures to her strong body as if that’s supposed to make her point for her.

“No,” you shake your head. “You’re not. Do you really think I can’t tell that you’re tired? That you’re exhausted?”

“Of course I am,” Fareeha relents, “but that’s just the way life goes sometimes. I’m a soldier. This is what I am. It’s what I have to do, —it’s all I know.”

You want to offer a rebuttal, but your voice dies in the back of your throat. It’s not that you want to deny her the thing she’s worked at for so long. . . It’s just that this isn’t good for anyone. Not for you and your fragile feelings, and especially not for her. Not when you could feel the weariness in every move she’s made since coming back, and certainly not when they’d promised her a break weeks in advance, only to call her back the very second something went wrong.

“I just need some time to focus on this mission,” she continues. “I’ll make this up to you. I promise.”

“You promised last time too,” you remind her bluntly. “And the time before that.”

“I know,” Fareeha admits. “And I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to keep them. But this time, I’ll make sure things are different. Just let me do what needs to be done, and when I get back, I’ll do everything in my power to make this right. You can have me all to yourself. Please. . . Stay.”

“You stay. If you leave tonight, I won’t sleep, I won’t be able to think straight until you’re home again, I. . . Not tonight. Please, just this one time Fareeha, don’t let them run you into ruins. Put yourself first.” 

“I’m sorry,” she shakes her head, “but I just don’t have that kind of luxury. If I don’t go tonight, I’ll never be able to forgive myself if something goes wrong out there.”

“And what if something happens to you?”

“It won’t,” she insists. “Don’t I always come back to you? Aren’t I always okay?” She questions. 

“Up until this point, sure,” you acknowledge. “But all it takes is one time. One thing going wrong. One missed step because you’re overworked and tired. That’s all it takes for me to lose you, and that terrifies me.”

“Have some faith in my abilities, would you please? I’ve trained for almost my entire life to fill the shoes I do now, —to be a soldier that everyone can rely on! This is what my life’s efforts have been for!” She exclaims.

“And you’ve already done enough for your lifetime and a few hundred others,” you answer. “I’m proud of you, Fareeha. I’m proud of everything you’ve accomplished, of everything you’ve achieved, —but I’m asking you, for once in your life, to think about something other than your job. If you can’t be bothered to put yourself first, then think about everything you’d be leaving behind. . . Your family, your friends. . . Me. . .”

“My work is important,” she says firmly. “It’s part of who I am. This isn’t up for discussion or debate.”

“I’m not asking you to give it up, I’m asking you to take a break,” you reply. “If you want to be a soldier until they force you from the frontlines, then so be it. But right now, I’m fucking begging you to not leave here tonight.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Fareeha insists. “You know that. . . But please don’t do this.”

That sob you forced down before works its way back up.

“Please,” she repeats, “you’ve always known. . .”

She doesn’t finish that sentence, but you know what she’s implying: that you’ve always known what you were getting into. And that’s true. But more than that, you also know she’s been working herself to the bone, and she’s in no condition to be fighting for anyone else at this point.

You lean in to kiss her, even against your better judgement.

“Stay safe, Pharah,” you mumble against her lips.

“Don’t call me that,” she shakes her head, her hands finding their way to your cheeks again. “Not now.”

“I’ll call you what you are to me,” you answer softly. “A soldier.”

“Don’t,” she chokes out. “I’m your girlfriend. Don’t say that to me.”

“Then listen to me, as someone you love, —as someone you know loves you, and don’t go tonight. Stay here. Let me take care of you,” you plead with her.

“I can’t do that,” she whispers. “I have a duty—”

You cut her off without thinking.

“It’s not always your responsibility to fix all the things that go wrong in the world!” You shout. 

She stops to stare at you in something that looks like a mixture of horror and desperate realization. . . Like no one has ever said anything like that to her before.

“Please,” you plead with her, voice softening. “Please, Fareeha. Let someone else take the burden for once. You don’t have to shoulder all the weight in the world every single time someone needs something.”

She searches your eyes with her own, —beautiful and dark brown, but simmering with conflict. The struggle between what she feels is right for her to do as a soldier and the desire to follow your wishes is palpable, even as the room is shrouded in conflict, both spoken and unspoken alike.

“I love you,” you continue, voice lowering again, barely above a whisper now. “I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you. You deserve to rest and to let someone else handle things, just this once.”

For a moment, you can see it in her eyes that she wants to give in, and you feel a surge of newfound hope at the idea that your words might have finally reached the logician inside her. But then she shakes her head and averts her gaze to the floor.

“I wish things were that simple,” she replies. “I wish that I could stay here and hold you. . . But I can’t ignore my responsibilities. People depend on me.” 

You understand the depth of her commitment. It’s admirable, even. But you also know that she really shouldn’t be pushing her own limits under these circumstances.

“I depend on you too, Fareeha.”

“That’s. . . That’s different,” she says, clearly torn.

“You have a duty to yourself and to us,” you add. “Not just to the battlefield. Please, let this fall to someone else tonight. They can deal with it without you, just this one time.”

She hesitates visibly, a battle of emotions at play behind her irises. The breath she lets out next is shaky and uncertain, but she meets your gaze with a sense of vulnerability that you’ve never seen before.

“Alright,” she concedes. “I’ll call back and tell them I’m not fit for the mission.”

Relief floods through your veins like ice water, and you hug her tightly, savoring the warmth and the firmness of her muscles around you.

“Thank you,” you mumble gratefully against the heated skin of her neck.

She pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes with a soft smile.

“I love you,” she tells you honestly.

You return her smile, understanding not only the weight of her duties and the life she’s built, but appreciating the strength it’s taken for her to step away from it all for a bit, even if it won’t last long.

“I love you too, Fareeha,” you murmur. “More than I can say.”

And in the quiet moment that follows, she finds herself thinking that choosing you tonight has been a victory within itself.

[gentaro-kinniecom]

Okay I’ll admit I went missing for..a long time but, hear me out. I made a Pharah(Fareeha Amari) Fanfic a couple of days ago and I was thinking of publishing it but..yeah..I don’t know if it’ll actually reach to an audience because lately my posts haven’t been reaching so just lmk what y’all think…its also modern au! where the reader works in a coffee shop with Tracer(Lena) :)

[leonhardt-simp]

Old Tech New Tech…

[canonverse] | Mini Fic | Platonic

Mentor! Ana & Reader

Summary: After a messy fight, Ana decided to give you a well needed talk over a cup of tea.

Author’s note: Ive never done a platonic fic before, but ! I hope this one is a good one for those who like these kinds of fics.

You were defeated.

A mission failed because you hesitated a shot, it was all on you and you missed it. Even with one of the top snipers as your mentor, you somehow managed to neglect everything you were taught.

You sat slouched down in your chair as Ana fixed up some tea on the small kitchen set up. Her small hideaway she would go to whenever she needed to out of sight from the world.

“You know… You remind me of my Fareeha..” Her voice caused you to furrow your brows and look away. She walked up to the table and placed two two tea cups with saucers underneath, pushing one closer to you before taking a seat for herself.

Sitting up in your chair, You rested your arms on the table before leaning on your hand, a hand moving to fidget with the paper tab of the tea bag.

“Why? because she’s ambitious?” You tried to make yourself feel a little bit better, but that was shot down.

“No, she was quite the pouter too..” Ana closed her ryes in remembrance of her daughter, having you here was nice but she did miss her home.

Seeing you pout and gloom just reminded her of those times Fareeha would fail and just beat herself over it for few moments before getting back to it. Oh how she missed her.. She hopes her letters find her daughter…

You looked up from the teacup, Ana smiling slightly as took her cup by the handle and took a sip of the hot tea. A sigh of relief escaping as tea seemed to usually got her through a rough day.

“Listen…” She started, placing the cup down. “We all hesitate shots… Luckily for you, you have all the time to keep learning.” She spoke motherly, her lips pulling up into a small smile before she motioned to your tea.

There was a moment of just reflection that you took for yourself and when you were ready, you finally would speak.

“Thanks, Mentor Amari…” You were thankful for her acceptance of helping you tune up your marksman skills, plus all the stories she told… There was never a dull moment.

You accepted the tea, taking a sip that made you feel that same relief Ana would speak about.