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Hey everyone, long time no see. Sorry for being so quiet on here, but I think i’m officially done writing for overwatch. I’m still gonna leave this blog up, so others can enjoy my previous works, but I have no more motivation for writing for overwatch.

Thank y’all for the amazing journey it’s been! Part of the journey is the end afterall :-) <3 love you 3000

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no problem, love! Just a question, don't be afraid to say no!!!

no no it’s fine!! I’ll do them probably when I wake up in the morning!! I just am kind of forgot about them lol!!

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Are you still doing the symbol headcannons...? I've got a hero in mind that I don't think has been asked yet.

i’ll do it if u say pretty please

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Happy birthday!! I hope you have/had a great day ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much!! ❤️❤️

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Oh good I was just guessing, have a good day congrats of your latest orbit

I thought this said last orbit and I was waiting on the deep web hitman to fucking kill me

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Happy birthday?

thank u!! love u!!

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A BITCH IS SEVENTEEN

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angst w/reaper?

( the true angst is how long i’ve gone without writing)

Reaper looked down at his gloved hands. How could he have become this way? Why did he do this?

He could’ve stayed with you, had a family. But now, he prodded down to find out who was hurting black watch. He kept going until he had a name for the virus. Talon.

He was gonna show them what it was like to be torn up and spit out, all because of an inside agent.

But then he looked to the picture of you and him, taken at a photo shoot he paid for, for your one year anniversary. You were on his back, laughing, and with so much joy. The absolute love he had for you was shown on his face, as he looked up at you. His face then was less scared, more human. He put the photo away, and wondered if you looked at those pictures as much as he did.

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Today is the third year he’s been gone, since you’d dressed up and went to his funeral. It was closed casket, since they hadn’t found a body to bury. Family and friends had give you their condolences.

You didn’t want that, you wanted him. His smile, his face, the way he would tap his foot to a song he didn’t hardly know, the way he would make you breakfast after a late night of fun and love….

Three years ago, that had all disappeared. You looked down at the locket you had, with a small picture of him in it. It rested right above your heart, right where it belonged.

You hoped he was okay.

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fueled the fire of "god i'm so fat and gross, i can't go one week without something sweet" I know its probably a lot, but it hits close to home... if you could it would be amazing! if not, its not a big deal, no matter what you write Roadie in it will always be great, thanks you <3

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Mako has came home from…er, work, dirty and bloodied. Of course, none of it his, but still. He hated being dirty, and tried to avoid it as much as possible ever since he came back from the wasteland.

The shower could wait, though. You weren’t there to give him his hug, regardless of how dirty he was. He started off looking for you, and didn’t look far. He rounded the corner, and saw a bundle of blankets moving, in your shared bedroom. The blankets were using an arm to stretch, grab a cookie, eat it and then repeat. He looked down at you, and was shocked to find your face coated in tears.

“H-Hey Mako…” you whimpered our between hiccups. He sighed and sat dow, petting the top of your head through your blankets. He didn’t have to say anything for you to see he was sad. “I-I just feel like i’m too big.”

“Shush.” He said. It wasn’t harsh, but it was still a command. You nodded as he continued to talk. “You’re beautiful, (y/n), and nothing is gonna change that fact.” His voice was so quiet, but filled with so much love and appreciation that you stopped crying.

“I ate all these cookies, they were so good.” You said weakly. He chuckled, but continued to let your hair.

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment then. I made them for you to eat, i’m not gonna leave you because you got big or because of how you are now.” He said. You sniffled, and hugged him tight, getting out of the blanket burrito. He held you tight, happy he got his hug.

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i'm so happy you're like one of the only people who has an almost empty ask box and you like writing roadhog x reader stuff >^<, anyways, i've kinda been going through... a not so good time, dealing with my weight and depression as of late, so i was hoping maybe you could do Mako finding his s/o hiding in his blankets and plushies, (cuddling one of his shirts as a bonus) along with some of the cookies he had baked earlier that day, which served as a comfort food, but kinda fueled the (1/2)

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they’re so valid

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Can I get hc or fic of (agent) f!reader w/ Mccree, Reinhardt, Lucio. Reader is known for being always serious and the boys have tried everything to make them at least smile. One day something happens that makes them chuckle but it occurs so quickly that no one is thinks it was reader. How do the boys react? Pssstt! <_< >_> ... loveyourwriting

(Thank you so much hun bun!! here you go!!)

Reinhardt:

Reinhardt had never met someone so serious until he met you. Gabe would at least get light hearted around Halloween, and hell even Jack would crack a joke. But you were all work and no play. Reinhardt tried every joke in the book, even ones that he could make at the expense of other (which was something he didn’t usually do and of course felt terrible afterwards).

One day, Reinhardt walked along a hallway with you. You were holding a stack of papers, hair neatly done and walking with a purpose, per usual. It wasn’t until you both passed by a room and saw that Zenyatta was trying to unstick a magnet from his hand that Reinhardt heard a giggle. It was music to his ears. He quickly looked around until his eyes fell onto you.

“(Y/n), did you just laugh?!” He said while you both resumed walking. You looked over at him, and shrugged. “I’ve never heard you laugh! It was adorable! you should laugh more!” Reinhardt exclaimed. You in turn looked away to hide your blush, and tried to maintain an act of professionalism. Reinhardt laughed himself, and swore that he would get you to laugh himself.

Lucio:

Lucio was sitting at the couch, back facing the door when it happened. Something wet, and slimy landed on the back of his neck. He visibly shuddered as he heard some familiar giggles. The giggles caught your attention, as you looked up from your own work. You raised an eyebrow as foolishness played before you.

“ How did you get so good?!” Hana asked Junkrat, who fist-bumped her. He shrugged and took aim at another target with his straw. Lucio leaped up and took the spitball off the back of his neck, and threw it back at them.

“That’s so gross guys! Cmon!” He hollered at them while trying to maintain an act of anger. The returning spitball landed right in between Junkrat’s eyes. His eyes crossed as he looked up at it. Hana started laughing so hard she was close to tears, while Lucio laughed as well. He heard another laugh, so quiet he almost missed it. His head snapped towards you, and he saw your face alight with laughter for a split second.

He can’t believe after literal weeks of trying to get you to laugh was wasted, as all it took was a little help. Your laughter replayed in his mind seemingly on loop. His face brightened more, as you quickly got back to work as if nothing had happened.

Mccree:

Hanging around Mccree made it hard not to laugh. You, however, were tough to crack. Mccree tried every joke, pun, even riddles that he knew that would make anybody smile. Well, anybody but you. He couldn’t wrap his head around how someone stayed some calm, professional and serious all the time.

He had to admit though, he admired it deeply. You were cool headed in places where he would’ve lost it and would have ended up hurting himself. Regardless, he still wanted to hear your laugh and see you smile. But after so long of failure he began to feel defeated and lacked motivation.

One day, you were both sitting together for lunch. The day had gone pretty well and Mccree and you were discussing tactics and training. You both were examining how the other had done when there was a loud bang. You both looked up towards where the food was served in the cafeteria.

In the line, it seemed one of the serving bots had gone haywire. It was frantically adding ketchup to mayonnaise, and then dumping the concoction into the banana pudding. Everyone heard a loud “No!” being shout across the room as Winston propelled himself to save the pudding. Many in the cafeteria broke out into laughter, and those that didn’t started giggling.

Mccree heard a laugh he never had before, and he swiveled to look at you. You were still turned away from him, and didn’t see him looking at you. He saw your mouth open in a big smile as you giggled once more. You turned back to see Mccree with sparkles in his eyes.

“…What are you looking at?” You asked. Was there something on your face? He shook his head as he smiled once more. Shrugging, you went back to analyzing training tactics. He couldn’t pay attention to a word you would say, as he was busy thinking about your smile and your laugh.

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If you're still doing the emoji ones, could you do the rest of the symbols you haven't done yet for Hanzo? Thank you!

🔁 - Top, bottom or switch?Switch that prefers to top!

👀 - Are their eyes opened or closed? Where are they usually looking?Open, he loves your facial expressions and will tease you mercilessly

👄 - hickies, kisses, licking, etc.He’ll mark you up real good, but if you reciprocate he’ll be reduced to a whimpering mess.

🍒 - How experienced are they?Hanzo has had one (1) one night stand that he was low key pressured into doing, but he knows a couple of tricks.

💡 - Lights on or off?On, he loves to see the curves of his partner, their jagged edges and most importantly their eyes.

📱 - Sexting?He doesn’t do it often, and if he’s not in the mood then he’ll respond dully to any message you send him. If you get him in the right mood, he’ll be texting you all types of pictures. ❌ - Any kinks?- Thigh high socks (partner wearing) - Maid costumes (wearing or partner wearing) - Praise - choking (giving or receiving) - 🔊 - How loud are they?He is not very loud, he feels undignified when he moans. He’ll be extra blushy if you can draw one out of you, and mildly impressed

🍻 - Drunk sex?He has a tad of a drinking problem, so he’ll have angry drunk sex. If he doesn’t get his anger out this way, then he’ll end up pouting on the couch.

🚿 - Shower sex?He is too scared of falling and hurting himself, or falling and you getting hurt to do it, plus he gets cold 🌍 - Favorite places to have sex?His room, He isn’t very voyeuristic but he also would like to have a sex infront of a big mirror

💥 - OrgasmYou can tell when he gets close because his stomach starts quivering and shaking, and he starts to get shaky and louder

🍥 - Random headcannon!Hanzo likes to have his nipples played with

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HI STINKI, CAN YOU PLS DO ALL SYMBOLS FOR SOLDIER ILL LOVE U FOREVER EVEM THOUGH I LOVE YOU FOREVER NOW, THANK, totally not holly 💖

(hewe uwu go @h-jvckson )

🔁 - Top, bottom or switch?extreme top, but will like it when you take initiative

🔀 - Favorite position?Reverse cowgirl, let hims show you have a real farm boy does it ;) 👀 - Are their eyes opened or closed? Where are they usually looking?he’s partially blind, but he’ll typically be looking at you for the entirety of it👅 - Oral sexA sucker for receiving, he loves to go down and go to town

👄 - hickies, kisses, licking, etc.Soldier thinks that it’s hot when you mark him up, and he’ll proudly show off any you give him. He hopes you’ll do the same, because he’ll love to look over and see it a hickey or mark that was from him!

👐 - Where are their hands/ what are their favorite parts to grab?He likes to choke you, so he’ll try and grab your neck. If you don’t like that his hand will be on your shoulders.

🍒 - How experienced are they?Soldier is experienced, having had many recruits come to him for some “de-stressing”. His real lack of experience is with emotions.

⌚️ - How long do they last?He can last a pretty long time, he knows his limits and can know when he needs to calm down or he’ll blow,

💡 - Lights on or off?The lights on, he loves to see every inch of you squirm under him.

📱 - Sexting?He likes hat you think of him, but doesn’t really actively engage in it.

❌ - Any kinks?- choking - collars - fuzzy handcuffs - bad cop and criminal role playing (him as the cop)- sensory deprivation

🔊 - How loud are they?Not very, he mainly grunts and whispers🍻 - Drunk sex?Oh, yes! he loves that all of his inhibitions are truly gone! but he does tire out a lot faster this way.

🚿 - Shower sex?Not his favorite, but if you want he’s not gonna say no.

🌍 - Favorite places to have sex?His bed, his office, you under his desk and sucking him off especially.

💥 - OrgasmYou can tell when he gets close, his arms grip you tighter and his stomach tenses up. He also growls some.

👖 - What are they packing?His pubic hair is white, with some blonde still sprinkled into it. He also is circumcised, and has a scar where he had a bad one night stand

🍥 - Random headcannon!Soldier likes to have angry sex, like the sex you have with people you absolutely hate.

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"Please come home for Christmas" with postfall Reaper, if it's not any trouble? Thank you!!!

((my heart))

A soft song played through the air as you sat at your table. The small radio sung out Christmas song after Christmas song. A sad one was playing now. You stopped writing and instead listened a little bit more to it.

The sad tune carried on, but one line stuck in your head, “Please come home for Christmas”. Your heart felt a pang through it as you thought of your lover. It had been years, but the wound of Gabe’s death was still fresh in your heart and mind. You felt your eyes water some, but you wiped away the unfaltering tears. You picked up your pen again and continued to write a letter.

Every year, you would write a letter to Gabe. It was a tradition that he started. He would write you a love letter every Christmas eve, and you would do the same. Then, over some shared cookies and milk, you both would read the sweet words the other had written. The first year after his death was the hardest. You could barely muster up the will to go to the gravesite and leave his letter.

You did it, and now you do it every year. With a flick of your wrist you sighed the three page letter. You smiled, and put it in the envelope. The song ended, and faded into a commercial. The song stuck with you, however, as it truly described your feelings of yearning for him. You wrote his name on it delicately in the best handwriting you could muster.

The graveyard was empty that night. Most people were with their families right now. You sighed as you crouched down in front of his tombstone. You wiped off the snow that had accumulated and delicately put the letter down in front of the headstone. Wiping away falling tears, you stood up and walked out the cemetery.

Behind a tree, a figure swept over to his grave. Reaper, as he was known as now hurriedly grabbed the letter. He wish he had the courage to write you back, but he had no idea where to start. For now, he’ll read your heartfelt letters.

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hi ya can i get some christmasy pharah and/or Bridgette thnx

(why not both sorry also In advance for bridgette bc like I wanna see how I feel abt her )

Pharah

“Fareeha! Get out of the kitchen!” You shouted for what sounded like the billionth time today. It was Christmas eve, and you were steadily working on a mound of thumbprint cookies. Your thumb was starting to get tired of all the poking though, and your wife constantly stealing cookies was cute but frustrating.

“Sorry, (y/n)! I just love your baking.” She said. She sounded like a reprimanded child. You sighed and turned away to hide your smile. She called your food good, which erased all of your “anger” towards her.

“It’s okay babe. Just make sure that you got the presents for Lena and Emily wrapped up!” You hollered as she turned to the table where there was a steady growing pile of presents. “Fareeha, it’s been an hour and you’ve wrapped two gifts?” You asked giggling.

“Ive got a method!” She said, laughing. Finally, she sat down and started effectively wrapping presents. The sound of Christmas music filled the air and the house felt cozy. You looked over to your wife, and smiled. She was the best present you’ve ever gotten.

Bridgette

You nervously waited outside of Bridgette’s family’s house with her. She was having you over for the holidays, and you were extremely nervous. You heard horror stories of her dad. Reinhardt told you he was well over six feet tall, and had a large scar on his mouth. Lena seconded his story, and frankly your shivers weren’t just from the cold.

You reached out and knocked on the door. Bridgette grabbed your hand as the door opened. Immediately, you looked down. Oh fuck, Bridgette was Torbjorn’s daughter? Your mind felt like a computer blue screen as Bridgette hugged her dad.

“Hello, (y/n)! When Bridgette said she was bringing someone, I didn’t think it would be you!” He said. You weren’t sure if you were just insulted, but you got your grounding quickly.

“Hello mister Lindholm, thank you for having me! It is a pleasure to be here!” You said, holding out your hand. He gruffly shook it, and you walked inside to what would be the awkwardest family dinner you could go to.

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Could you write a short fic with Junkrat flirting and asking his future s/o out to the point of annoyance until she finally agrees to. Only for her to actually enjoy their date and ask him out for a second date.

———————————————— (I LOVE THIS REQUEST COULD YOU IMAGINE BEING ANNOYED TO THE POINT OF DATING SOMEONE ASGJSNF also sorry i️ didn’t know asks were off! ) “(Y/n)~” a scratchy voice sing-singed to you. Your eyes rolled as Junkrat slinked into your office. He rested his elbow on the counter and looked down at you. “Hello there love!” He said. If you could see behind him, you would’ve seen one of his legs kicked up behind him as he balanced on his other. “Hello, Junkrat. I’m trying to work.” You said, scrolling down your word document as you continued to work. He batted his eyes at you. “Too much work has gotta be borin’! Why don’t you come hang out with me today! I’ve got something I’d really like ta show ya!” He said. This was the fifth time this week he’s asked you to go somewhere with him, and it’s only Tuesday. Sighing you shook your head. “It’s too hot in this office buildin’ anyways! Or is that jus’ you?” He said, always managing to flirt with you in every conversation you two have. “Look Junkrat, if you stop bothering me, I’ll go on ONE date with you. This Saturday, I’m free. “ You said. You can’t believe you said that, in all honesty. Something in you just snapped. Plus, he was sort of funny, so maybe it wouldn’t turn out to be a total bust. You looked up at him to see his reaction, and your heart melted some. He was bright red, and the biggest smile was on his face. His eyes were the size of planets, and he shook his head. “Perfect! I’ll pick ya up at six!” He said. The excitement in his voice wasn’t hidden at all. He bounded out of your building, giggling and muttering plans to himself. You turned back to your computer, but found yourself unable to focus. Dread and excitement mixed in your stomach. That Saturday, Junkrat walked to your apartment and knocked on your door. Luckily, you had just finished putting your clothes on, wearing casual as he had requested. He had a flower in his hand, one of your favorites! Your face lit up as he handed it to you, shyly. “I️, uh got you these, since ya said ya like them.” He said, smiling at you. He was actually wearing a shirt, and pants that only had a couple stains! He looked pretty cute. You smiled and took the flower from him. “Thank you! Hold on, I’ll put it in a vase!” You quickly puttered around your house as you put the flower up. It was very pretty in the clear vase, and you walked outside where Junkrat waited with his hands in his pocket. “I’m ready!” You said, smiling. His face lit up as you walked out, and he pushed off the side of the building. “Ya look good!” He said, smiling. You could tell that he was genuine, which made your heart flutter. You ended up walking through town, and he bought you a hot chocolate. Finally, you ended up in the park where there was a movie showing. As you walked around, you found out more about the junker. You learned about his home, his friends, and how he made his own prosthetics. In turn, he learned more about you and your dreams. You both approached a blanket laid on the ground for movie goers, and he sat next to you. The movie was funny, and with Junkrat’s jokes there was never a time where you weren’t smiling or laughing. Time flew, and soon enough you were walking back to your apartment hand in hand with Junkrat. “Junkrat, I’m not going to lie. I didn’t think that a date with you would be so much fun.” You said, smiling up at him. His face twisted into mock hurt. “Am I supposed to be complimented?” He asked. You both broke out into giggles. He smiled down at you, and leaned in. Your heart thumped as he took your lips with his. It was short and sweet, with lots of emotion packed Into it. “I had a good time with you, (y/n).” He whispered, smiling. “Why don’t we do it again?” You asked breathlessly. He laughed. “What!” you asked, slightly offended. “I can’t believe (y/n) is asking little ol’ me out on a date. Could ya imagine that?” he said. You rolled your eyes. “I told ya, just try it and you’ll like it.” He said. He smirked at you. “Goodnight Junkrat” You said. “Don’t make me regret asking for another.” And with that, one of the best first dates you’ve ever had ended.