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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.

[ottosbigtop]

You know what. Speaking of overwatch. Here’s these things i did a couple months ago that i still really like

[pachirobi]

Born to draw Anahardt… forced to clock into my 9-5

[afraidofchange]

That mother-daughter conflict of Ana trying to protect Fareeha from living the same life she did (one that involved killing machines and men alike, the burden of that grief, and the weight of responsibility as Captain of Overwatch and the people that looked to her for leadership) vs. Fareeha idolizing her mother, wanting nothing more to be like her and to make her proud and follow in her very valiant, heroic footsteps, only to be told she couldn’t, understanding it as young girls do (as a parental restraint against her freedom of choice), driving a wedge between them as she became an adult, furthering distance until Ana’s “death.”

[darling-answers]

Part 1 Overwatch Agents breaking the bed/desk

( some of these have breaking the bed others have same scenario similar but breaking other stuff 😏. NO MINORS ARE ALLOWED IN THIS FANFIC. PLEASE AND THANK YOU. RESPECT MY WISHES AS I WOULD YOURS.)

TW., Predator vs Prey, Mention of Heats but no a/b/o Kiriko has a cock, Fingering, insulting, Petnames as in “ Baby girl, Babe”. Etc, Smoking, Thigh Riding, Sex, Jerking Off, Over Thinking and self doubts, Oral Sex, Cum eating, Brat Taming, Size Kink, bonding, Body worship. Mentions of Old people, I’M TALKING IN THR SENSE OF 50-60 years old having sex obviously in Reinhardt part. Affirming. Degradation and praising. Reader gets slapped once.

( D.va, Cole Cassidy, Tracer, Genji,Reinhardt, Ana Amari, Symmetra, Kiriko.)

Continuation of this post

Side note: D.va is 22 in this, since she officially around the age 19-20 I aged her up for the comfort of my followers and Me. I will not be writing for Illari as she is 18.

Genji does not have a dick sense it a fanfic it won’t kill you for genji to have a smaller writing cause I can’t see him having a dick and it not hurting

Symmetra and Genji had the lowest amount of writing and it was because I have been working on this for two weeks and I didn’t want to recount the same thing over and over so I tried my best to switch it up the best as possible

I’ll be honest Pharah and Lifeweaver were supposed to be in this fanfic but when I was writing Reinhardt I didn’t realize that Reinhardt did sorta body worship so I had to skip Pharah, also the fact I felt it a little weird to have young Pharah in this fanfic in Ana fanfic and then write for older so for less confusion she will be in part two. I’ll be honest the prompt I had for Lifeweaver at the end thinking about it, it didn’t fully fit the theme of Lifeweaver so he will come to part 2-3 to.

NOW ONTO THE WRITING 🧡

D.Va ( Hana Song.)

• “ Hey Baby! welcome back! You came back so soon! OMG! I have so many things to tell you!” She Rushes to give you the biggest hug, To be expected she remembers you telling her that you were supposed to be gone for 5 months so to come back in only 3 months we���re surely a gift and one to be thankful. Coming to grab at your bags that you had packed with the help of her she rushes to put any heavy armor you had on you to the floor. “ Hana, you do not need to help me, I’m perfectly capable of taking my own armor and ammunition off myself just cause I’m back does not mean you need to do more work and stress yourself.” Mumbling and grumbling out the words she completely shushes you and grabs at your clothing pulling them off, shoving you into the Bathroom, “ Let me give you a little surprise BUT! After you take a shower you’re a little stinky!” She giggles placing a towel down and the beloved soap she made you buy. She quickly shuts the door and rushes around the house.

• Getting out of the shower with only a towel covering you, open the door to try and find where D.va was a lot harder than you expected. “ I thought you wanted me to-“ a gasp of air left your lips as you slowly come up to cover your eyes only to have your towel be drag to the floor by gravity itself. Peeking out through your fingers to the sight infront of you. Hana sitting on her work desk, wearing a dark red Lingerie, her legs which were crossed slowly came undone to open her legs completely wide.

• “ Come here.. it been so long since I have gotten to have you all to myself! Don’t be shy.” She lets out a pout as she gently lifts her hand to come beckon you over walking over to her she grab your hand and guides it towards her pussy, coming to move the fabric out of the way she helps you create a rhythmic movement, fingering her she moves her hand away to grab on your hair, pushing your face to be inches away from her face, she comes to grab at your cheeks to place her lips on your lips mouthing at your lips, sucking on the bottom of your lip she gently scoots backwards on the desk to give more space for you to have better access to her, coming to gently squeeze at your hip feeling so close to her climax she leans back on her hands.

• “ Please.. please, let me..” her head rolls back as her pussy contract as she let out a cry her fingers gripping your shoulders as her back arches she comes to let out a loud moan. Her body let out a heave as the table becomes lopsided falling to the ground causing both Hana and you to slam your body into the floor. She lets out a giggle from both pain and how equally shocked you both were. “ I guess I was too hot for this table to handle us both.” She divaly flick her hair from her shoulder as she comes to prop the top of her body up to come and look at you. “ Ready for round two! Player two?” She smiles down winking at you.

Cole Cassidy

• “ You mother fucker! You asshole, you son of a bitch! I hate you!” Screaming was heard throughout the house. Cole Cassidy, who was known as Jesse Mcree, sat on the couch with a smirk and a grin, tipping his hat down letting the woman take out her frustration and Anger on the cowboy. “ Baby girl take a breather before you become unable to breathe.” He grinned with a cigarette around his lips, watching as the woman storm up to him he grabbed her by her waist and dragged her down onto his lap slowly rubbing in circles on her skin around her waist. “ I know I said I wouldn’t smoke in your house but- bad habits die hard hun.” He mumbles grabbing his hat and placing it on the women head. “ you! Ugh you make me so frustrated!” Hearing the women screech he slowly move bounce her on his thigh. “ if you’re so frustrating and feeling feisty then get to riding, the saddle ain’t just for sitting on.” He let out a chuckle coming to bounce you roughly on his knee, nipping at your neck he slowly pulled at your sweater, letting it be pulled over your head.

• Being Mindful of the hat that was his signature cowboy look he roughly bounced you on his knee again, coming to bare handed rip your shorts off your body tossing the fabric that was in his hand over the side of the couch, grunting at the way your pussy clings to that underwear. Gently palming at your pussy he cups it in his hands coming to rub harshly at your clit over and over with fast pacing Movements. He started bouncing his knee short but pacing enough have your slick that started building up to come soak your underwear. “ Well well, look who the one who knows can’t handle having some of the fire that was first given.” He mumbled taking the cigar out of his mouth and letting it be smushed in the smoke cup. Rolling his head back in forth he grunts at the feeling of a puddle slowly start forming around his pants that were being rubbed back in forth in friction with your pussy. Moans and whines filled the area as he watches you come to cover your mouth closing your eyes, letting you roll your eyes as he suddenly stop. Smirking when he sees you whines and hit him on the shoulder from the painful feeling of being so close but so far from the delicious utopia.

• wandering Hands that were shakily come to undo his belt, grasping at his penis he felt you start to jerk him off, moving in a up and down stimulation, the movement cause him to let out a slur of shit and fuck me. As he comes to grab your wrist he grabs at your ass and one hand and moves you to straddle his waist. “ Let me help you babe, ride me Baby.” He piston his hips dragging his fat cock in and out of your tight hole, letting his cock kiss your cervix as he grips your hips grinding you down watching as your walls clinch and contract around his cock. “ fuck me baby that is some tight shit you have going on, damn baby.” He grunting and groaned as his hat started lop siding on your head

• “ shit baby!” The slam of a leg of the couch giving out. Causing the couple to slide to the left. There haft way on the couch and down as a groan and a whine was heard from the women. “ You need a better couch!” A groan was let out as she rubbed at her head, which was banged against Cassidy head. “ damn baby and we are so close..” he mumbled letting out a cough of a laugh. Sighing as he watches you walk into another room and grab a spare of clothing as he looked at you unimpressed. “ are you going to leave me hanging dear?” Watching you open the bathroom door and peeking your head back out of the bathroom. “ who said we can’t move it in here?”

Tracer

“ Love! What are you doing out here..? You’re supposed to be resting! I can’t believe you’re trying to be up and about right now.” She blinks towards you grabbing the mug out of your hand, “ I can’t believe you even had the audacity knowing that I’m right here faster to help you, all you had to do what ask!” She smiles gently guiding you back towards your room, setting the mug on the coffee table and gently setting you down on the bed, guiding you to lay back down. The injuries you sustained were worse than most missions you been subjected through harsh conditions which cause you to have to stay in bed even longer Emily both you and Lena Girlfriend had to go to work which left Lena staying home to take care of your injuries, given permission by her commanders to do so. “ I’m so sorry you are forced to go stay home, I know how you like to be out on the field.” Mumbling out an apology made Lena heart grow weak “ oh Love! You did nothing wrong stop being so hard on yourself! Everyone has some mess up and everyone can and will get injured from time to time and that will never make me feel less love for you.”

She suddenly lean in and hugged you tightly let out a big deep breathe in and out and snuggled with you coming to gently pull you down to be laying down. She comes to climb on top of you gently hugging you tucking your head inside her neck as she leaned her chin on your hair. “ You know.. if you ever want to retire from the field I nor Emily will not stop you, you deserve to live your life not stressing about what goes on in the field, I promise you, we will miss you but if you ever feel the need to take a step back the field will always wait for you to come back again. Don’t ever doubt your abilities.” She mumbles as she comes to gently smooch your face over and over when she felt you come to kiss her on the lips gently grabbing at her mouth pulling her into a long, sensual kiss before she felt you slowly peel away at her clothing tugging at her leather jacket and pulling at her tank top pulling it all off. “ oh baby! What are you trying to do to me? this is one of another one of your tricks now is it? Love you know we can’t do it. You still need time to recover and get your energy up. I cannot afford you hurting yourself because of me.” She mumbles as she tries to playfully slap your hands out of the way “ I love you insatiable come here.” As she felt you weren’t going to keep your hands away from her, she comes to peel off your clothing, the short skimpy nightgown that was dedicated all over your skin, came undone as she slowly comes to pull down your underwear.

Rubbing lovingly circles around your hips and pelvic bone she gently pulls one of your legs over her shoulder, licking up and down your folds she circles your clit and grazes it with her teeth, having a stifled moan and whine, she comes to start pushing your pussy closer to her mouth as she starts going at you. The warm sensation of her mouth all over your cunt, made the impending orgasm to effectively take over your body, the twitching and cry of pleasure as the headboard snap in haft hitting you in face and your upper body causes a loud yelp.

To Lena horror in shock seeing the headboard slid out on your head. She was frozen in place until she lift the headboard of the bed looking at you up and down gasping for air like a fish out of her mouth is dropped open she quickly scrambled to help you up as she paced around the bed quickly giving you ice and cleaning you up she let out another shaky apology as she looked at the headboard and look at you “ how are we gonna explain this to Emily… she’s gonna kill us love…” she mumbles a droopy expression as she tries to think of a way to avoid the obvious impending question.

“ Babe, I’m home! Where are you guys?”

Ana Amari

“ Mama! Mama!” The Screech of Young Fareeha was heard throughout the house, It was on constant repeat until a shush sound was heard from the soldier woman lips. “ Habibti being so loud is not necessarily, i understand you’re excited to see me but let not get to full of uncontrollable energy.” The Arabic women mutter kissing the forehead of her daughter. Giving her daughter the warmest hug “ Ana dear, I didn’t realize you would be home so soon.” Walking out of the kitchen was Ana Amari Wife of 6 years, wearing a slim but elegant yellow colored dress, Ana sighs at the feeling of being relaxed. Getting to take a minute to just relax in the warm environment and joy of her wife.

“ it been so long since I have seen my two beautiful girls, how are you doing.” Picking up Fareeha placing her on the snipers hip, leaning over to kiss her wife cheek, “ but you Miss need to go to bed, it is so late for you to stay up any longer than you have.” “ But Mum! I haven’t seen you in like forever! You will see me in the morning and I will be right with you and your mum will also be with you in the morning, we can play then but now is bedtime.” Fareeha let out a huff as she stomped up to her room. A sigh out of the sniper lips was heard, Ana moved towards her wife grabbing at her hips in a firm gesture. One of her hands come to take her wife hand and gently grasp at her wrist. Placing a kiss from her wrist to her shoulder gently sliding the straps of her wife dress off her shoulder. “ No, Ana We can’t Fareeha is hasn’t fully went to bed yet. We shouldn’t! She’ll be asleep sure enough just don’t make any more noise than usual.”

Yanking the Sniper into your share room, Ana pushes you into a wall and starts shedding her clothing first dropping her jacket and Bonet. Grabbing her back to remove her chest plate from her body she peeled it off and slam it on the floor. Unzipping her full Soldier outfit and dragging her legs out of it. She reaches for your bra, slowly unhooking the hook that ties your bra in place, Slipping out of it she throws it on the floor. Coming to kneel down on the floor she trails her kisses down to your hypogastric area. Coming to trail her fingers into peeling your underwear down, one of her wandering hands come to embrace your hands together. Moving her hair to her back, she comes to slowly place her tongue against your folds.

Licking up and down before locking her lips around your clit, poking and prodding at it. Her other hand that wasn’t connected comes to push two fingers into your vagina slowly thrusting in and out circling around the entrance before going deeper firmly pushing against the G-spot which causes a string of whimpers, Moans and Cry’s to erupt from the mouth of her wife. “ Oh Ana please don’t tease me I beg you.” A muffled voice filled the room. Moans and strings of please follow throughout the room as Ana speeds up her pace. Back in forth the sniper flattened her tongue along the edges of her wife folds. She could feel you pulse around her fingers as your free hand that wasn’t interlocked with her comes to yank and grab at Ana hair. Pulling and squeezing it she felt a gush of fluids around her fingers and her mouth, lapping up all the fluids she made sure that you were easily able to be aware of her and the setting around her.

As she comes to pick you up and put you on the bed a gasp of horror drawer her attention towards you then towards the direction which you stared at, a hole in the wall while it seem like just a little hole and not that big of a deal the horror of knowing that Fareeha will surely ask about it tomorrow morning cause a embarrassing cry.

“ We can just tell her you fell into the wall because of a game mommy was playing.”

Kiriko

The sound of panting and running throughout the woods is heard through echos and the trees that almost seem like a maze. Tree branches and sticks nicked and pull against the women skin as she runs further in a direction that she doesn’t even realize or notice if it the right way or the wrong way. Her mind feels like it a mushy blur as she keeps running away, the same message repeats in her head like a broken loop, “ you have 5 Seconds to start running. Once I catch up to you I’m not stopping nor will I give you a break. Start your running NOW.” Running past the broken tree that was broken from a lightening strike you started running the opposite direction to throw her off a chase. Even just a tiny bit of a slight second could help you but running from a Kitsune is harder than most people realize. It almost as if you can feel her breathe hard down your neck. A rush of air gives you goosebumps as you feel someone put out there leg stopping you from running and before you could brace for impact your suddenly on the ground. Face planted first.

Growling, huffing sound was heard from behind you as your mind suddently adjusted to the obvious fact that your body had fallen down. The sensation of pain and discomfort follows through as you let out a whimper, your left cheek is caked in mud the growling sound comes closer to you. Hands reached out and dig into your hips as forcefully you feel yourself be placed presenting for her. Ass up head down the feeling of being rutted into aggressively cause spews of Moans and mewling., The sound of ripping fabric fills the air as Kiriko rips your skirt off your body. Removing her leggings she lets out a feel grunts as her cock moved up and down your folds, gathering The slick that you were producing. “ I’m not holding on longer for you to adjust.” She Grunts as she pushes her cock through the right muscles into she bottoms out into you. “ oh baby, you’re so tight and pretty when you’re looking like this.” She lets out a grunt as she pulls back leaving just the head of her cock inside your warm embrace before pushing back in, pelvic to pelvic bone meet Eachother multiple times as she keeps fucking you raw. One of her hands that was holding the side of your hip comes to meet with your hand her mouth latches onto your shoulder as she bites down on it. Leaving teeth marks in your awake. “ How beautiful our Kits would be, one with your hair and eyes my personality.” She stop her ranting as a moan and few other cuss words followed out her mouth. Before either you or her could cum she got off of you leaving her cock drenched in wetness and leaking. Grabbing at your shoulders she rips you off the ground and slams you into a tree, picking up one of your legs she hooks your leg around her waist.

Grabbing her cock and pumping it a few times she pushed it back inside your pussy. Fucking you into the tree her knot gets bigger your insides feels even fuller than before as she grabs at your hips and slams you into her, “ Baby it coming! I need you to come with me fuck!” She grunts as her knot slips into you, blocking you from escaping the warm flood of semen that spurts out. Flooding your insides with warm embrace your cum mixed in with hers you feel her let out a huffy laugh. “ Baby look at this, the tree is haft way falling over.” She gave a big smooch as she gently tugged on her cock causing a grunt to fall from her lips. “ I have done a nice job. Maybe this time our kit will finally come to us.”

Reinhardt ( Size Kink.)

“ oh My Leibling how could I ever forget about how beautiful you are. Remember when we used to dance in the moonlight under the pavilion.” Reinhardt proclaim loudly as he entered the bathroom. He knew you were going to take a shower soon, you had already undress yourself “ oh Wilhelm! Get out! It best if you don’t see an old fool like me.” It been a while since he or you have seen eachother bare naked, you refused to be seen naked if it wasn’t yourself. “ oh could I ever stop loving you for who you are. Don’t try to hide yourself from me.” He gave you the puppy dog eye as he gently grabbed at your hips. “ oh Wilhelm you always put me to shame with your loving words but we both know this is not the same body i once had in our prime days.” A sad hum filled the room as Reinhardt mumbled “ Nonsense you are beautiful the way my wife has always been.”

The shower started running as Reinhardt changed the knobs for it to be warm. Reinhardt undressed himself in front as he walked into the shower, turning towards you he helped you in, using him for support in walking inside the shower the water started pouring onto each of your body’s. Grabbing the shampoo you started washing your own hair and his hair letting the water seep through his hair after your done making sure his whole roots were throughly cleaned and rinsed out. Rinsing out your own hair you go to bed down and grab the shampoo only for Reinhardt to firmly grab at your hips. “ you big buffoon what are you doing.” Swatting at his hands you go to pour yourself some conditioner only for him to take the bottle out of your hands, “ please just this once.. let me love you like we were when we were in our prime. I beg you Liebling, Don’t hide yourself from me. We both have grown old, you shouldn’t be ashamed to hide this body of yours.” A action you didn’t expect is for Reinhardt to fall to his knees his hair getting beaten down by the shower, water drips from between your guys body as Reinhardt comes to gently lay his head on your stomach, his beard scruff against your own skin. “ oh Reinhardt, how you make me feel the same way you always do, stand up dear, if you really want me now even if my body is old and aching, then do so as you wish.” a happy smile is brought to his face as he comes to stand up towering over you he brings you into a kiss, a passionate one as he places his leg between your legs.

He comes to lean down, kissing and sucking at your neck as he leaves hickeys going over your neck and all the way down to your breast. Moving some of your grayish, white hair out of the way he practically inhales at your breast, sucking and twerking at your nipple. “ oh Reinhardt you make me feel so good.” A blush surely formed on your face as Reinhardt grunted at your comment he comes to have his other hand that wasn’t occupied by stimulating your hard nipples to find your cunt. Sliding a finger and adding a digit he comes to loosen your pussy, making it easier access for his thick cock. No matter how many ages go by could be decades or it could be years, one thing has never changed about Reinhardt. It is his thick cock that have always been to hard to handle alone.

As he comes to add a third finger into your pussy he heard and felt something that was neglected from him for too long. He felt you tighten around his finger and gush on him. Your mouth makes pretty sound almost music to his ears as he felt your wrap your arms around his neck holding on. He knew you felt weak as your legs tremble from the sensation you had not gotten use to. Seeing your pussy was loose enough to start the tedious process, he positioned your squirming hips as he backed you into a wall. Grabbing the head of his cock he position it right at your vagina entrance and pushed in. The small moans of satisfaction cause Reinhard to slowly start deep thrusting into you. His hips coming to push against your own as one of his big palms come to push firmly against your belly. He could feel his cock inside of you causing a small bump to form. His pace picks up so did the moans and grunts that followed after both of your mouths “ oh Reinhardt please.” A whimper and whine thrown him off the charts as he started to pick up his pace ever slightly faster and harder. His cock drills into your inside “ Let us both cum at the same time my dear.” He grunts as he grabbed your chin kissing you before giving one more thrust which cause both of you to reach your climax. The feeling of your inside being mushy was very intense as it was like an invisible string that snap you from preventing an organism. The shower head had broken off without both of you even noticing.

“ Reinhardt dear, your head does not look so well did you hurt your head from banging it against the shower head to hard. These bones will be achy tonight, I just know it.”

“ I felt great glory and honor! That small weak thing did not hurt me at all! Nor will anything else hurt me or keep me from you!”

Genji ( Best friend can’t get off.)

“ sometimes i feel like Hanzo sent us on this mission instead of himself. He is definitely just as qualified to do this mission. I do not mind spending time with you, but sometimes it feels weird knowing that Hanzo bails out on us all the time to do other private things he wish not to discuss with me.” Genji remarks quietly to himself, he had just finished his mission and waiting for you to finish up in your room. He kept running over in his mind what to say to his crush. Repeating the same sentence over and over. Trying to decide what words would be the best to tell you only for him to just say and put a hand on his head. “ what am I even doing at this point, she wouldn’t mind me messing up with simple thing such as words.” He groaned as he messages his head from an upcoming headache from, the mask. He comes to settle on just knocking on the door. He waits for a minute or two and when he realize you were not answering the door, he quickly picks up your key from under your doormat, which he has told you multiple times not to leave your key under your doormat so people don’t break in and slowly turn the knob and open your door.

He knocked on the door, just a couple times, even though he opened it to make sure that you couldn’t hear him as he slowly walks into your house and overwatch bases. All agents have a door that leads to a small apartment that has all necessities and stuff like a basic life would have. He comes to look around your house trying to find if somehow you had accidentally passed out while he was away “ I’m here.” He slightly yells out as he goes to your bedroom, hearing a noise, he suddenly opening the door expecting to see you there doing your makeup or asleep,  he was not expecting to see you fully naked fingering yourself as you cover one of your mouth. Not even noticing that Genji was there, a few slurs of cursors tumble out of your mouth as he watched you trying to get off to him. “ oh Genji please Genji, oh Genji.” It seemed like you were almost at your climax that was so close but so far away, he quietly walks up to the bed and places a firm hand cupping your pussy, sliding a hand over your mouth the first reaction was a scream. Whipping your head around you see the one person you have been trying to get off to and crying out for him he lets out a grunt as he feels how wet you are. A small gasp was let off as he took off his lower part of his mask.

Grabbing your thighs with a firm grip he lifts them up to have them over his shoulders as he moves the two fingers that were in your cunt away. Pushing you back with a firm shove he takes a bit lick at your pussy. Moving his tongue around, horizontal, vertical all the way around, making sure the juices that were flowing out of your cunt were all slurp up. Pinning your hips down he leans up to rut against your pussy, a wet stain started to form each time he rutted against you his pant leg becoming increasingly obvious the arousal on it.

“ Don- ( grunt.) ever try to hide this, if you liked me why not ask.” He huffs as he adds a finger into your pussy in and out, he speeds up his fingers as he keeps rutting into you. Catching a climax was easier for you, reaching your high, you looked over at him seeing that he hasn’t cum or atleast hadn’t shown he did. “ you didn’t climax… did I do something wrong?” “ no uh.. i just.. I don’t have a dick. A incident made me unable to provide semen nor the male reproduction system.” He looked blankly as he got up from the floor, seeing scraps and a few broken wood from under the bed. “ maybe we went too hard for this bed.. I don’t like this bed.”

Symmetra ( Bonding, Hard Light.)

“ my hard light isn’t the only thing that helps me get through tough battles, it makes great use for these type of situations to. When the bratty girl thinks that just because I give her everything she wants that I will excuse her atrocious attitude, While you may have that idea I have certainly not.” Three turrents hang from her canopy bed all of them forming hard light chains that individual wrap around each different limb of your body. One that wraps around your neck, your arm and one around your legs. All firmly holding you in place. The light that surrounds it feels funny, light and almost like an invisible bonding that holds you against your will. Symmetra slowly takes off her outer layer only leaving her in a skintight jump suit. Leaning over she slowly pulls down your pants, still not moving to much to touch in places she knows would make you feel good.

“ you have disgusted and revolted on the idea of being a brat, brats don’t deserve no sympathy now do they? Mh? I don’t think so, you can sit right here and wait for mommy like you should have already been.” She yanks off your shirt and slap your breast before squeezing your nipple firmly with her nails. “ what a horrible slut you have become for mommy, I will put you in your place.” Grabbing at your cheeks she forcefully opens your mouth latching onto your mouth she starts sucking at your lips as her hand wanders all around your body. Coming to rip your panties straight off she peels off her tight jumpsuit to reveal a strap. The hand that was occupied slowly comes in your line of sight as she giggles

“ we have set up the car wash now it is time for you to get to work my dear.” She pulls out a wand and starts abusing your clit with it, rubbing it all over and firmly putting the pleasure all over the tiny numb.

“ I want you to turn around ass up now.” She slaps your thigh as you listen to her demands and turn around ass up. Grabbing the wand she places the wand back on your clit as she lines her strap perfectly with your vagina, pushing in and out she let the pink strap slide in and around your walls, leaving you to shamely moan, fucking you in doggy style she squeezes and pinches at your butt. Her pelvic hitting your pelvic all over again as she feels herself sobbing wet. Grabbing at your hair she turns you back onto your back as she peels the strap off, “ No-no! I- I was so close to- baby please” the strangle cry was clearly seen by her.

As she puts both her legs over your waist and starts grinding down on your pussy with her pussy. Shoving your mouth with the piece of your underwear that she teared off she shoves her manicure fingers into your mouth, jumping and grinding in a repeat motion cause a stimulation chain for both of you, edging yourself and her she desperately grinded for what she needed “ cum now!” Symmetra let out a whine shoving her nails further into your mouth knuckle deep as she felt her climax start approaching rapidly and fast. “ let’s go baby!” She groaned her climax suddenly caused a moment where Symmetra eyes closed and slide back into her head. She grabs with her other hand at the canopy bed leg. Only for haft of the side of the canopy to fall over, landing haft way on top of you and on Symmetra side.

“ what- what mess did we do? I-“ she mumbled still trying to heavily adjust to her climax that was stronger than ever before, the rage of you being a brat was the most thing that got to her as she let out a huff, coming to pick up her outfit and start putting it back on, changing her panties she gave you a kiss on the lips as she took down the turants that held you up.

“ I do recommend we use these again under more better circumstances but for now our focus should be to clean this mess up.. after… we take a minute to recollect our minds and bodies…”

[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.

[ovwechoes]

Supports & Guilty Pleasure Headcanons Sort of the same vibes as the bad habits and ‘home’ hcs i did a couple posts back, but with guilty pleasures instead! My asks are open and if you have any opinions, thoughts or suggestions I'm all ears c: they're under the cut & enjoy!

Ana Amari: Ana's definitely the type of woman who knows all the gossip, reads tabloid magazines, and is already aware of drama unfolding in the celebrity world before you do. It's her favourite thing, and she likes to feel detached from her life through the lives of celebrities.

Jean-Baptiste Augustin: You can't tell me Baptiste doesn't eat up reality tv shows where all the contestants are conventionally attractive, and they're trying so hard not to eat each other's faces constantly (Love Island, Too Hot To Handle, etc). It's his favourite thing to watch when he needs something to numb his mind, and is something he rarely shares with his co-workers out of embarrassment over how invested he gets into them.

Brigitte Lindholm: With Brigitte, she has a good grasp on her impulsivity and has an astounding level of self control. She's disciplined and she's careful with her food, especially if it's not a cheat day. However, she's not one to stray from snacking late at night. Angela's seen her standing in her PJs eating cheese out the bag at the fridge, and it's something she will never live down. When asked, she'll simply tell you she's listening to her body and she can't control when she's hungry (in a joking way). It was something she especially did growing up, as Torbjorn will tell you anytime the topic is brought up.

Illari Quispe Ruiz: For Illari, I can imagine her best and most fulfilling guilty pleasure is sleeping in. She works herself to death, with most of her nights being cut short due to the work she has to finish ASAP. She prioritises her work over her health more often than not, so she rewards herself with a decent lie in every once in a while. Because of how sleep deprived she'd be though, she would end up sleeping 15hrs straight, waking up to a whole new level of drama unfolding at HQ.

Kiriko Kamori: Guilty pleasures are something Kiriko used to struggle with - she's had every one you can think of at least at one point in her life. Currently, it's shopping online for non-essentials. She's had several apps and websites blocked from being accessed due to how much she was spending on items. They weren't even for herself most of the time; if she saw something that reminded her of a co-worker in Overwatch, or knew they were wanting something of a specific nature, it would already be bought and getting prepared before they can consider getting it for themselves. It's sweet, but also makes her bank account shiver every time she gets paid.

Niran Pruksamanee / Lifeweaver: Daydreaming is one of Niran's worst guilty pleasures in the sense that you'll catch him doing so at least once a day. He loves exploring his imagination, and loves to let himself get drifted off into his daydreams when he's supposed to be focused on something else. When he was in Uni, he was often questioned by his roommates about if he had MDD (maladaptive daydreaming disorder), because of how often he would be found daydreaming without a concern for the real world. He didn't but it made him self conscious about his daydreaming, so he rarely talks about them and when he does daydream, it's usually in private or where people won't notice he is.

Lúcio Correia Dos Santos: Lucio loves to sing in the shower - it's something he's always done and it helps him enjoy something mundane in his routine. However, when he does it's extremely loud, and he usually has a speaker that's way too loud and echoes throughout HQ. He's been warned about it before, but he doesn't see the harm in it.

Angela Ziegler / Mercy: When it comes to guilty pleasures, she tries not to indulge in them and have some restraint when it comes to habits. However, she admittedly loves desserts and will often eat desserts first or as a main meal of the day instead of savouring them last. It's something she'll never change, and if you try to tell her otherwise she'll purposely eat dessert first for a week straight just to agitate you (in a light-hearted way).

Moira O'Deorian: When Moira's not working, she can be often found in loungewear, planted on the sofa of Talon HQ, watching a nostalgic show she used to love as a teen or young adult. She hogs the tv, and is surrounded by snacks when she watches them. She loves the nostalgia, and it's a form of escape from work and the physical stress on her body from her experiments. It's the best way for her to unwind, in her opinion, and she encourages people to join her (even though she's taking up 90% of the sofa, and they'd have to sit on the floor to watch with her).

Tekhartha Zenyatta: Zenyatta's main guilty pleasure that he would talk about is watching cute animal videos on youtube or facebook. He enjoys the comfort in the innocence of the animals, and he'll go in depth on how it's cleansing for the soul, it's nourishing for the mind, things of that nature. He enjoys the time spent relaxing, enjoying something that's not negative or necessarily pointed in a certain way (like political, for example).

[wildissylupus]

*Lena, Fareeha and Genji did something stupid on a mission* Jack: Kids get your asses over here right no and explain. Lena: Ok so I don't think it's that serious. Genji: Year if Jack's the one getting us then maybe- Fareeha: No, wait. Ana: You all better come here quickly or I swear- Genji: Ok so it's a little bad. Lena: Not as bad as thought it would be though! Fareeha: Honestly we wouldn't have to worry about this if you two didn't- Cassidy: SHIMADA, OXTON AND AMARI GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW- Pharah, Lena and Genji: ....oh we are so fucked-

[ya-zz]

okay, didn’t tell you i was coming in here so hi my love.

i did mention this idea to you a little though, i need some junkrat x reader but it’s reader introducing junkrat to their mom. (ana)

just some parental fluff please <3

thank you sweetheart :3

Hiiii, hello~

I hope this is what you were looking for

Junkrat x Reader (gen)

Word Count: 1337

You had been dating the junker for a few months, never a day went by that was the exact same as the other. He was something else entirely, definitely not someone you would’ve thought you would fall for given his looks or demeanour. Jamison was a little bit of a hot head, figuratively and literally, but you loved him all the same. 

He would do anything to make sure you were okay, he didn’t care about himself, as long as you were okay, that’s what mattered most to him. His hands were gentle when he held you, calloused fingers grazing against your cheeks, thumb on your lips when he was intimate.

Jamison would always smell burnt, even after the countless showers and baths he would share with you, but despite the smell, you had grown used to it. He was messy, but his workstation was always clean. His hands were always washed before he stroked your soft skin, oil and debris scraped from under his fingernails. 

But, there was the underlying issue; Jamison wasn’t exactly the man someone would take home to meet their partners parents. Now, your mom, Ana Amari, wasn’t judgemental, she lets you love whoever you want to love, but Jamison probably wasn’t the man she had in mind for you. 

Sooner or later, however, you’d have to let him meet her. 

It was a plan in the works. Get him washed, clean him up and begging for him to wear something presentable. It was a struggle, but he was committed to it. To you. 

…

…

“I need you to trust me.” You say to your mom. 

“Oh, sweetie, I do.” Ana starts, her hand holding yours before she reaches for her cup of tea on the coffee table. “If you love him and he treats you right, that’s all that matters. Not all junkers are a piece of crap.” 

“He’s just not… someone you’d think I’d fall for.” There was hesitation laced in your tone as you spoke. “But I love him regardless, no matter what you say or think.” 

The woman lets out a hearty chuckle. “My dear, you are worrying too much. Are you happy with him?” 

“Yes.”

“Do you feel safe with him.” 

You hesitate for a split second, hoping she doesn’t pick it up. “Yes.” 

Her eyebrow raises. “You hesitated.”

“Mom-” You sit up straight. “I feel safe with him.”

She nods her head, humming in response, though it was an uncertain hum. 

“Jamison has his moments, but that is irrelevant.” You try to reassure her. 

“Has he done anything to hurt you?” She asks. 

“No. Never.” You take a sip of your own tea. 

Ana nods her head again. “You would tell me if he does?” 

“Yes. You have my word, mom.” You smile, a genuine look that reassures her completely. 

“Alright.” She returns the smile. “Now, when do I get to meet this gentleman? I will cook for us all.” 

“How does tomorrow night sound?” You suggest.

“Tomorrow…” Ana looks through her calendar on the holopad. “Tomorrow is perfect. What does this junker like to eat?” 

…

…

You spoke to him that night, hand attempting to comb through his hair. “You’ll get to meet her tomorrow.” 

“I won’t lie to ya, I’m kinda nervous.” 

“You? Nervous?” You laugh, wiping away some dirt from under his eye. “Come on, she won’t hurt you.” 

“But she is the esteemed Ana Amari.” He leans into your touch. “And your mum too.” 

You laugh softly. “Regardless of her status, she’s looking forward to meeting you. She’s making your favourite food too.”

You saw the way his eyes lit up when you mentioned what Ana was cooking for him, it makes your heart flutter, the anxiety you were feeling dying down instantaneously. 

“Don’t worry so much. You’ll be fine. We have all day to make you look presentable.”

Jamison’s cheeks rise in heat as your thumb grazes over it. You plant a soft kiss into his lips as his hands pull you flush against his body. 

“One last night of fun before you completely ruin my good looks?” Jamison whispers against your lips, a smirk forming on his own. 

You let him push you down, lips crashing together. “You bet.” You gasp between breaths.

…

…

The day finally came, Jamison was washed and dressed, hair slicked back and the dead, burnt ends were cut. He looked… more or less presentable, at least more than before. 

“Are ya sure I look okay?” The junker asks, looking over himself once more in the mirror. He was wearing casual clothing, shirt and jeans, nothing too fancy or over complicated.

You pull the sweater over your head, smoothing the fabric over your torso. “You look perfect, love.” Approaching him, you wrap your arms around him, planting a kiss to his cheek. “Come on, we don’t want to keep her waiting.” 

The drive over there was tense, you could tell he was nervous. The way his leg bounced, the anxiety rising within him, you had never seen him like this. You place a hand on his thigh, thumb rubbing gently against the cloth. 

“You’ll be fine.” 

“I sure don’t feel fine.” He admits sheepishly. His eyes are vacant as he looks out of the window, watching the passing scenery. Jamison looked pale, body shaking slightly. 

It was hurting you, but the drive was almost over, you were nearly there. 

Once the car pulled up to the driveway, you take a moment to breathe, the nervousness rising within you. 

“Come on.” You say, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Think of the food.” 

His eyes softened as he nods. “I am pretty hungry.” A toothy grin and laugh escapes him as you laugh alongside the junker. 

Ana appears at the door the moment the pair of you stand on the porch, arms open and awaiting for you to hug her. You waste no time in doing so, feeling her warmth envelope you. 

“It’s good to see you.” She speaks, the familiar warmth in her voice. 

“You say that like you didn’t just see me yesterday.” You joke as you pull back. “Mom, this is Jamison.” You turn, opening your hand and gesturing over to your partner. 

The junker ruffles his hair before scratching the back of his neck. “G'day.”

“Please, come on in.” Ana gestures for the two of you to enter the house. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

You escort the junker to the sofa where Ana brings over some tea and a special drink for your partner. You nudge him. 

“Cheers!” His demeanour completely changes when he holds the cup of boba. The childishness that radiates from him makes you smile. 

“Figured it would make you feel at ease.” You admit, knowing that it was his favourite drink. 

Ana sits down on the sofa opposite the pair of you. “Your partner has spoken highly of you, Jamison. I’m glad to hear you’re treating them well.” 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, of course!” He looks over at you with a toothy grin on his face. “They mean the world to me. Wouldn’t change ‘em for anythin’.” 

“Stop.” Your cheeks flush. 

Ana lets out a soft chuckle, eyes creasing at the corners. She sees his genuine smile, the honesty in his voice as he speaks. As she sips her tea, she listens to the stories he tells her, the mischievous adventures he went on with you. Jamison was excited, the anxious nature finally dying down as he finally feels like he’s home. He has another parental figure in his life, one who he believes would help him when he needed it. 

“You really are happy.” Ana states, eventually standing from the sofa after an hour. She sees you nod, the same creases in the corner of your eyes. 

Jamison watches as Ana walks towards the kitchen. The next question she asks makes the junker giddy, his body warm with excitement and a sparkle in the otherwise crazed eyes.

“Now, who’s hungry from some Junkertown loaded burgers?”

[ornii]

The Soldier of Fortune

The Omnic Crisis

Twenty eight years ago, the world faced its first true ultimate threat. Omnics, created by humans, rebelled against their creators and plunged the world into a war that would only last two years but cause irreparable damage to society. But the entire crisis was halted in the final days of the end, by a single Soldier.

Overwatch Base, 28 Years Ago.

A Single soldier was taking a few jabs at a punching machine, delivering powerful but heavy blows to the sack of sand. One final swing knocks the bag back almost off its chain. The soldier was in his late twenties, nearly the age of 29. He gripped the bag to keep it from swinging. He was your average soldier built, strong, well built and tall. What made him different was his left arm, from the elbow down it was entirely cybernetics. Losing his arm serving his country turned him into a Hero. But why join overwatch if everyone already adores him? Simple, the adventure, the potential fortune, that’s who he is: The S.O.F.

“Finally done?” A Voice asks him, he sighed and turns around, a lean, beautiful figure was standing in the doorway of the training Hall. Long black hair, gorgeous bronze skin, an illustrious Egyptian tattoo right under her eye. Ana Amari.

“Well if it isn’t Miss Crackshot, having fun with them butting heads?” He says, and begins to unwrap his arm. Ana sighed and scowled.

“No, they’re still going on about the plan, guess you’re the Tiebreaker.” She admits, (Y/n) smirks and walks over.

“Really? Reinhardt and Torbjorn are at heads? What about you?” He asks her, Ana kept a stern face.

“You know my thoughts on it.” She responds, (Y/n) smirks. “That I do…” he trails off, (Y/n) breaks the awkward silence and walks off, “Well. Let’s go join the circus.” He heads down the hall, past soldiers and recruits to the officers deck, and can hear arguing from the door.

“I sometimes wonder if that armor slows your brain down!”

“And I sometimes wonder if your height is why you’re always in a bad mood!!”

Reinhardt and Torbjörn are arguing about armor schematics, but more importantly was Reyas and Jack.

“This plans a suicide missions!” Jack said.

“We’re soldiers Jack, it’s what we do! We have a chance to put the crisis on ice permanently and you won’t take it!” Reyas yells at Jack.

“I won’t ask soldiers to die for what could or couldn’t work!” Jack argues, the two turn to see the soldier.

“Having fun?” He smugly approaches and the two get a bit more professional.

“No, Jack won’t green light the operation. This is our change to rid the Omnics of a primary factory and halt their invasion.” Reyas explains, (Y/n) ignores him and walks to the table. Pressing a button on the display it shows the schematics and blueprints for their plan.

“So, run it by me again?” (Y/n) asks. Reyas goes first.

“One of the Omnics biggest factories was deep in the heart of the North Pole, a perfect place for them. Little heat to avoid melting, a perfectly cold place to produce mass machines, but there’s one thing. The factory was built on a large foundation of ice, and its slowly melted away.” Reyas explains, (Y/n) rubs his chin looking at it all.

“So, we sink it.” He said, “Precisely.” Reyas said. “We plant thermal charges on weak points in the foundation, it explodes with enough force to crack the ice under it send it plunging into the ice.”

“And we’d put an end to their Plan.” (Y/n) nods, “So, why haven’t we?” He asks.

“Ask Jack.” Reyas prods, Jack swaps the display to the explosives.

“The power needed to blow the foundation isn’t your normal thermal charge, the ice needs to be absolutely thrashed in order to force it to collapse. We have the power but we’d need to get someone to carry it, get it to the heart, set the charge and escape in time, it’s suicide, too many things could go wrong that could result in a needless death.”

“I can do it.” (Y/n) said, which caught everyone off guard. Ana turns to him, shocked.

“You can’t be serious…” she says. Even Reinhardt and Torbjörn were taken aback.

“You’d agree? It’s suicide! You’d be walking into a cold death! Torbjorn said.

“Possibly, but we could also put an end to the Omnic crisis before it could take any more lives, I say my life is worth that.” (Y/n) turns to the exit, “I’ll be prepping for launch then.”

“You aren’t going alone!” Reinhardt storms over, “We finish this! As brothers!” He said proudly, Ana quickly chimes in, “Me too.. I refuse to allow you to do this yourself.”

“Then I have a three man Cell, Jack?” He turns to the leader, the determination on the three heroes was more than he could handle.

“…Fine.. no heroics this time. Get the job done and that’s it.” He orders, and Operation Silver Ice, was ago.

(Y/n) entered his quarters to suit up, dawning the overwatch tactical suit and uniform, his classic Tactical Ion energy Rifle and ammo to pack, his ears pick up to the sound of footsteps at his door and it opening. Ana was awaiting once more. This time with a much less enthusiastic look.

“Already packed?” He asks, lacing up his boots.

“No, I’m telling you what Jack Said, no Heroics.”

“I heard him.”

“Doesn’t mean that you’ll listen… for me, please.” She said, (Y/n) stopped and turned to her, he saw the desperate look in her eye, Ana has lost too many people, too much of her life she spent killing and watching others die.

“I could never say no to you, fine… after this, you’ll finally stop rejecting me and let me take you somewhere nice? Italy? France? Germany?” He winks, Ana’s cold demeanor melts to a sly grin.

“Fine, we can put this all behind us, now finish up, this’ll be the last one.” She walks off, and the trio prepare for Operation Grey Ice.

The trio trudge up a frozen taundra of ice and snow, the blinding polar night with the biting wind made travel hard for the trio, but eventually the darkenss looms even closer as red begins to fill their visors.

“Heat signatures located, we’re here… remember the plan?” He asks the Two Reinhardt laughs. “Of course! We sneak in and plunge their little factory into ice! First we need, distraction!”

“Uh huh, alright.. after we do, follow me.” (Y/n) said, he aims his arm, and the Nanotechnology begins to form the arm into a hand cannon, with one shot he lobs a Molotov like explosive near the base, it flies over the large wall and explodes in the lower corner of the building, the Omnics soon begin to clamber to stop it from causing any damage to the base, the trio then take the front entrance and rush in, avoiding detection and entering the base, somehow, even with Reinhardt clunking around, reaching the lowest depths they entered the core or the “Heart” of the factory. A large reactor with multiple heat sinks that lead to exits all around the base. Reinhardt drops the large bomb and (Y/n) and Ana begin to prep the explosives.

“How much time with the distraction give us?”

“Should be more than enough to—“

“It’s not enough!” Reinhardt yells, (Y/n) turns around to see Omnics tracing their snowy footsteps.

“Damn. Ana finish up the explosive! Reinhardt?” (Y/n) ordered

“You need not ask Friend! Let’s crush them!” Reinhardt charges in with his Hammer and swings, each hit turning Omnics into scrap metal! (Y/n) loads his rifle and begins to mow Omnics down. His arm opens up And rockets fly from it. They continue to keep the Omnics off guard. Allowing Ana to finish up the touches, until a laser blast from an Omnic shatters a device on the bomb!

“(Y/n)! We have a problem! The timer it’s..”

before she can speak she rolls and aims her rifle, blasting a hole though an Omnic. (Y/n) and Reinhardt leap behind cover and the trio come up with a plan.

“Bombs not going to go off now… unless we trigger a manual override. Reinhardt, Get Ana out of Here..” (Y/n) smug attitude turns dead cold as he begins to pick off Omnics. Reinhard nods and picks Ana up, putting her under his massive arm.

“Reinhardt?! What are you doing?!” She yells, he runs off and kicks the grate to one of the large Heat sinks and the rush off. (Y/n) rushes go the bomb and begins to override it, lasers and bullets fly around and near him. He keeps his head down to avoid it getting blown off.

Reinhardt Carries a fighting Ana in his arm.

“Let go of me! Dammit Reinhardt I have to save him!” She yells, Reinhardt keeps a stern face under his helmet.

“Let him go, don’t you see Ana? This is him, a soldier risking his life. If you go and die saving him. You’re spitting on his name, to risk your life, in order to save millions, that’s a true soldier! Do not sully his name.” He said, Ana was actually taken aback by his words, and could only look back at the base.

(Y/n) finally was preparing the charge before a blast hits him right in the back, he falls forward behind cover and is in bad shape, feeling the Omnics close in, he only has one plan left.

“Overwatch, activate override code 04-N11, Clearance level Omega.” He leans against a wall, and the bomb pings.

“Vocal activate code Required to engage bomb… please speak the activation code.” They ask, (Y/n) sighs and reveals it.

“Code… Ana.” He said, the code was authorized and the bomb was already triggered, Ana watches she feels the ground shake, and the factory itself begins to cave in on itself, and sink into the darkness of the water. (Y/n) plunged into the dark, never seen again.

28 Years Later.

My eyes slowly awoken, I felt the stiffness in my bones, my body. My vision slowly began to repair itself and my eyes focused on the figure before me. For whatever reason, a giant Gorilla with glasses was looking at me.

“You’re awake, tremendous!” He said with glee, he talks too.

“Am I, dead?” You ask, he shook his head.

“No, Far from it.. my Names Winston, and you’re very much alive. In fact you were part of a project to be found, thanks to Ana.”

“Ana? How is she?!” You ask hurriedly.

“She’s nearby, you should rest, you have been gone for 28 years.”

“28?!” You yell, The Gorilla attempts to quell your confusion.

“I know, I know, you have many questions and I plan to answer them But introductions are in plan here, my name is Winston.. Welcome, to Overwatch.”

[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.”

[docholligay]

shaking hands meme: Fareeha Amari, ChibiUsa. Having their entire canon plotlines and existences wrapped up in being copies of their mothers.

It IS so frustrating, isn't it?

I mean, poor Chibiusa never stood a chance, her name is "Usagi but small." her entire life is wrapped up in having to literally escape from the time period in which she's living in order to...go back and help her mother, again. ANy time Chibs opposes Usagi in a major way she is a literal villain. Poor girl. It's wild. If I had ever really gotten into Chibs, I would have loved to tap into what it's like to be trapped as a child for 900 years because your mother loves the idea of everyone being trapped in amber and honestly is probably subconsiously controlling it IF YOU ASK ME. (The whole not aging in Crystal Tokyo once they hit 21 or whatever it is has always been especially horrifying to me.)

BUT FAREEHA. It wasn't supposed to be this way, initially. The story was supposed to be ABOUT her. I mean, Angela and Lena and Hana and Genji and McCree/Cole, but for sure also Fareeha. It was actually really interesting, when we had the possibility that all of them had completely different perspectives on Overwatch.

When we were even introduced to Ana, we were presented with the idea that Fareeha maybe even had a lonely childhood, because as much as she got to see The Old Guard, her mother was also GONE ALL THE TIME. She got to be BETRAYED BY HER MOTHER, and I am not going to say canon had saddled her with guilt over her difficult relationship with the mother in the wake of her death, but I think that's certainly the more interesting take given HER MOTHER PRETENDED TO BE DEAD FOR SEVEN YEARS.

So we have a Fareeha that should be fucking furious, that should want to be nothing like her mother, that should, in every active moment of her life, attempt to be nothing like her mother. Now, all of this could be great if Overwatch let her respond to "Oh, you remind me so much of your mother!" with, "Your criticism is noted" but boy they just will not let her stay furious at Ana.

But yes! God, why won't canon let Fareeha have motivations outside of her mother for doing literally fucking anything. She wanted to be in Overwatch, to be like her mother, and then Ana like...cock-blocked her, and that could be fun too! Ana raising fareeha to think that what she does is important and valuable and noble and then having the audacity to be surprised and annoyed when Fareeha wants to do the same*. But Fareeha has her own shit going on! I mean even the first comics, we see Fareeha basically say God's not her thing when someone quotes the Quran at her. Isn't that an interesting idea? Like at all? Fareeha's line in the We Are Overwatch trailer, something I took far too seriously, clearly, in thinking about these characters, is "We are hope." So we combine that with the fact that Fareeha is a DOER, and that she's not a real FAITH HAVER, all of which is canon by the way, though I did pull who she is to me now out of it, isn't THAT interesting? So...hope is in doing? yeah? What a cool idea!

But no, mostly it's content to let everything Fareeha does be about her stupid mother and I am so so frustrated. I even like Ana as a piece to move on the board, if we LET her be an insanely frustrating woman who believes the rules don't fucking apply to her even now.

*Because I love a good contrast, this is part of the reason I had Bert be like, "I can't ask a father to let me train his daughter to fly into danger and not be willing to send mine"

[yanderes-galore]

So, it started!

Fandom: Overwatch

Character: Ana

Type of fic: concepts

Thx :)

It's time to write for grandma, let's go! I definitely want to write more for her in the future. She has potential to be written much worse but for now this concept is rather tame.

Yandere! Ana Amari Concept

(FT. Yandere! Platonic! Pharah/Fareeha Amari)

Pairing: Romantic (Ana)/Platonic (Pharah)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Drugging (Sleep Darts). Violence briefly mentioned, Kidnapping, Slight degrading behavior, Trauma mention, Forced relationship.

Honestly Ana is such a mom to most of the characters.

She has been through a lot due to being a sniper for Overwatch back when it was at its prime.

Now she's retired and instead is a vigilante in hiding.

I feel Ana's equipment already gives her potential.

She literally has sleep darts and a vial that can either heal or poison.

She's responsible and caring, characteristics that would carry over when she meets you.

Ana would care for you if you were a member of Overwatch or a civilian friend.

Overall she would definitely be a parental yandere, one who isn't afraid to discipline you if you go against her.

I'd expect her to mom you at times as she does it to other characters.

Another thing I've noticed in the limited Ana content out there is Pharah, her daughter, may encourage her obsession.

I actually like this idea as you'd technically have two yanderes.

They're almost like a package deal.

Ana hasn't had a romantic partner in years ever since Pharah's father.

Plus, Pharah likes to see her mother happy.

Even when she likes you in the romantic sense she acts like she knows best.

There's probably some sort of age gap between you which allows her to hold that over your head.

She's teasing with you but also serious.

Ana would want to provide you with a good life as she herself has been through a lot.

If anything she feels she could enjoy her life better with you by her side.

Even when she returns to help fight for a world she wants to live in as a vigilante she is sure to prioritize you.

Ana would definitely keep you in a secret home she picked so you and her have somewhere to live.

Probably only her and Pharah know where exactly the place is.

She says it's primarily to keep you safe.

Speaking of which, Ana is a yandere driven by the urge to protect you.

She is wise enough to know not to be jealous or too possessive.

That's the perk of her being older.

She isn't inexperienced, she's mellowed out compared to how she was when she was younger.

As a result her obsession is more tame.

She'll give you what you want as long as you understand keeping you hidden is keeping you safe.

If you fight her or decide to “throw a fit”, then Ana has a solution.

She always seems to have that dart gun on her.

If you act up, she'll warn you to stop.

If you don't? Sleep tight.

Ana is a yandere who trains your obedience.

Like a pet, even if she doesn't view you as such, she teaches you the rules of her house.

When you understand why you're here with her she's much nicer.

She offers to dance with you and keeps you cared for.

When Pharah visits she expects you to greet her like she's your daughter.

Because at this point… she is.

In Ana's eyes you're (unofficially) spouses.

So you do become Pharah's second parent in a way.

Meaning you're most likely somewhere in your 40's or 50's in this concept?

Obviously Ana falls into the overprotective and manipulative category.

She feels she knows best and gives herself the responsibility of caring for her family.

She hasn't felt that way in a long time.

In fact… she feels she's missed it.

Everyone else may think she's dead except you, Pharah, and Jack.

But she prefers it, the privacy is nice.

Ana likes it when it's just you and her.

She likes it when she calls you over to cuddle and she just gets to relax… even if it's just for a little while.

She may be unable to get a vacation for a long while but for now this is enough.

All she feels she needs is you and Pharah.

Ana would do anything to keep her new family.

Be it murder… or trapping you beside her… she doesn't mind as long as she has you.

[pachirobi]

Hire me Blizzard I'll give them the couple's sleepwear they deserve

[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).

[darling-answers]

I BEG YOU Ana Amari with a injured reader, maybe she sick or dying of a illness idk just make it angst, I saw that talk about wanting more Ana Amari fanfic so idk I feel like letting people suffer and cry.

“ oh Gibraltar were had the time gone?”

This will be pre-fall I would like to say when Overwatch was still in best working order, just right after the omnic crisis

Warning! There may be inaccurate deceive of AML, I have done my best at researching the topic but doesn’t me my accuracy on knowing aml is good because I have never experienced before. Ana may be a little off topic because no matter what, you should always respect the choice of someone body. Death! Is implied and mention. this isn’t a happy ending. Blood! Is mentioned, noise and mouth bleeding Mentions, Oppression and violence. There also mention of symptoms of cancer effects with chemotherapy, chemotherapy is mentioned multiple times. Fainting is mentioned

Thank you for all who reads my stories and showed there support i appreciate it greatly

REQUEST ARE OPEN I WRITE FOR VENTURE TOO SO SEND THEM SOME LOVE.

The warning signs were there but you couldn’t expect it to get this bad? how could anyone know how bad it gotten when it just happened. Being a overwatch agent and putting civilians as your top priority before your own health problems wasn’t uncommon. It comes with you being a soldier and wanting to do what right. Sticking up for the weak even if it comes with your own life. So why must this situation be different.

The First warning sign happen when you were out on a mission to help civilians who may have been lost or trapped under the rubble, it was going according to plan, nothing seem out of the ordinary until the next thing you had known was blood was coming from your nostrils and mouth. Wiping it off on your sleeve painting it with fresh blood made it easy to forget about, it could happen to anyone so why must your situation be different, there still civilians need help, so pick yourself up soldier and help the others, You tell yourself over and over again.

Helping civilians get to safety and back to there family had made you smile, but the comfort of the ship that would be leading you back to your home and the people you call family is just a different feeling. When sitting down in your designated seat, Reinhardt was right infront of you, talking (yelling.) about how well his mission did, talking about the tiny children who he got to flex his arms to. Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes carried on their conversation about the on going crisis in the rest of the world, torbjorn talked about his family showing Reinhardt picture of his newly born daughter Brigitte but always the mother hen Ana had taken notice of the blood.

“ habibati, where did such blood come from? Had there been anyone seriously injured? On the catalog I did not seen any reports of very serious injuries?” She mumbles setting her sniper down, the way the sniper aim was up relaxing in the wall of the aircraft, safety was on and the eye of the pistol was up. She leans over to grab the coat of your overwatch outfit and taken a look of the sleeve.

“ I’m fine Ana, I promise, there is nothing to worry about just some blood no need to fuss.” She gave you a serious look Almost crinkling her brows. “ you tell me if anything is wrong. Alright? I want you to be alright.” She looks serious pointing a finger before she lets go from the topic when she felt satisfied.

The Second warning came when in training with Cassidy, you felt you’re whole body zap out of energy, the room was so dizzy and fussy, your brain felt slow and sluggish, you’re arms and legs felt like a ice about to melt into a puddle. Your body gave up and slammed itself to the ground. Waking up in the infirmary with Angela Ziegler talking about your body and health, noticing the way your body seems to be weaker than before. You lost incredible amount of weight which for a normal person would feel happy about it, the weight your body was dropping was to dangerous to not start trying to figure out what was wrong with you.

“ i thought you would’ve told me if something was wrong. The fact you tried hiding it makes me think it might be time i took over your position and put you’re mission on hold until i feel everything is better.” Ana mumbled kissing your forehead as she gently placed her hand on the top of your head.

Angela returned with a chart, writing your vitals and simple questions she have asked you such as, how long have these symptoms been going on, how severe have these conditions been. She clicked her pin shut as she looked up from her notes. “ if you don’t mind I would like to request and recommend we run a few test on you. I’m thinking running a Blood test on you, we will be analyzing it using a microscopic evaluation of the blood, or by using flow cytometry to try and figure. This will all be done if we get your consent so would you mind if we do this?” Angela tilt her head at the last part as she hears the exact words she needs to hear to start preparing for the blood samples.

After gathering the blood sample, she sends you and Ana on your way as she tells you the test results will need 2-3 weeks to be able to fully confirm the diagnosis. Ana made sure throughout the week to make sure that you would rest and not strain your already fragile condition. Every night Ana would lay in bed making sure her arms were around your body and start whispering stuff in Arabic. More symptoms started popping up which caused Ana to get worried even worse than before. Bruising would form out of nowhere not even you could remember how you got those bruises, night sweats became one of the worse causing the lack of sleep, hot flashes and the urge to not eat anything were evidence that something definitely wasn’t right.

“ Oh, how I know it hurts habibati, let’s try and get some rest.” She would mumbles as she made sure the bed only have loose sheets. The way you could barely hold down anything or even get out of bed made her concerns grow even worse. Sometimes you would wake up with her right besides you and other times you were alone in bed. Days and nights started to blur in your memory as you laid in bed, not being able to fully move or walk without assistance.

“ we have gotten the test results back and it might be best. If you sit down ana this is difficult for both of you.” Angela pulled up a chair and sat down in a chair crossing her legs as she looks over at Ana then comes back to you. “ after throughly examining the changes in you’re body we have confirm the diagnosis of you have a form of leukemia that is very hard to treat. It is called Acute myelogenous leukemia. It a common aggressive form of leukemia that affects your bone marrow and blood.”

The face of exhaustion from you and the horror of Ana Face was like no other, how long had it been since you see Ana so hopeless..? This isn’t what you wanted to see.

“ There is good news and bad news, we may be able to start treatment to help fight off the leukemia but with the illness being around the bone marrow most medicines may not be able to reach the place the leukemia is resting, it may be long and hard but you have some chance of survival if you would like to start that I can get it prepared.”

“ What are the chances of me surviving..? I don’t want to live my life in fear that this illness will come back, I don’t want the exhaustion and agonizing treatments, I don’t want to be stuck in a hospital wasting away the only time I get pure entertainment is if someone come visit me. Please Ana, i’m scared and I don’t want to leave you alone but I don’t want to deal with this heartache.” She clutched her wife hand as she leans over weakly giving a kiss to her wife forehead as she comes to rest her sweaty face on that of her wife.

“ I have seen a lot of people survive AML and I also scene some who not, a man in December survive the AML with a few rounds of chemo and some rehabilitation and now he living his life with a wife and few kids. I’ve also scene some people not wish to fight this agonizing battle. So why I might not suggest not taking treatments I will accept whatever you would like us to do.”

Angela Zeigler nodded her head towards you before looking at Ana, Ana somberly looked at the hands which were neatly folded in her. The struggle to make the choice or even express agreement or disagreement weigh ever on her shoulders. “ if you would not like to start chemo and pass away in your home with me and our family by your side I will respect your wishes. I’m so sorry you were even given these choices.” Ana closed her eyes and cried in her hands chocking out her answers as she leans to rest her head on your shoulder.

“ don’t cry Ana, this battle has been long and hard, I was given a purpose on earth and that was to protect the people around me, I made my choice and now I may be rest in the peace of the afterlife knowing I have saved lives. You have to be strong for Pharah and Overwatch.”

The weakly smiles that adores both you and Ana face made it way to accept the idea more easily. The decision to not go and do chemo was not selfish in the eyes of Ana, she knew of the effects of chemo, Nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, Hair loss, Skin dryness and rashes the effects almost seem limitless.

“ so if I’m to confirm You ( state your name.) are refusing to take chemotherapy, which may have help you live a few years longer. You understand the negative side effects that may come with this. You may also always come back to wanting to do chemotherapy but the more you wait the more will not be likely to have the cancer be eradicated.”

Ana looked over and nodded at you, “ I will accept whatever you say or think. Please speak what you need to.” Ana looked into your eyes. “ I accept to refusing treatment for chemotherapy and know the harms and risk that may come and the outcome.” The weakly sound of coughing finishing off the statement.

“ alright, I will notify strike commander to take you off of all mission briefs and when you are ready please notify whoever you would like about what the future is going forward.” Mercy nodded politely leaving you and Ana alone in the room. Ana looked over at you, brushing your cheekbone as the weak sound of raspy breath came in and out. “ Thank you for letting me have a choice, I wouldn’t do this if I wasn’t sure the outcome would be the same.”

Ana nodded to your words helping you settle in bed. She weakly clutches the clothing near her heart as she looks at you. She tried to take a deep breath as to not let the tears follow but it getting harder looking at your weak state. She started walking towards the door to give you room only to be stopped by the croak of a voice. “ Ana…” Ana turned around and looked at you walking over and kneeling down near your bed side.

“ I love you and Pharah so much.” You mumbles as Ana whisper some words of praise before getting up and leaving the room. Days become even more of a blur as your visited by most of Overwatch agents besides a few. Even Moira O’Deorain made her presence known as she commands great respect and recognition for how you saved lives and great combat skills.

The day came, one year and a day after you first got the symptoms of something wrong that you passed peacefully by your besides, laying beside you was Ana who was on your left. Pharah who birthday just came a few weeks ago making her 10 and one of your best friends who also supported you think through thin, Reinhardt. A day that would’ve been sad wasn’t sad, they knew you would of beat there ass if you found out they weren’t lighting up the party with some shots as you’re lowered into your casket. Your funeral which played one of your favorite songs, “Dreaming of you” by Selena Quintanilla was a mother and daughter dance for ana and pharah.

You were given a gravesite with the soldiers who had fallen in the war adored with flowers and so much love and care from military units all across the world. Some left Quarters, some left penny, dimes and nickels. You were known around the world and a statue as a memorial in your home town was placed to honor the dedication you had to fighting for what right and standing up for communities who may have been oppressed.

As time gone on and the state of Overwatch went into shambles Winston recalled woke up a different side in Overwatch agents, instead of doing stuff how Jack Morrison would do, the Overwatch hero’s knew who to look up to in the end.

Pharah looking up into the sky hoping that maybe she would see you there looking down and protecting her.