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Hello! I don't know if you still use this account at all anymore, but your writing is excellent. The way you write romance is very tender.

hi! thank you so much friend <3 i’m taking a break from this acct at the moment but this literally made my day 😭🫶🏽

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Outer & Blood - Junker Queen x f!Reader - Part 3

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

thank you all for your continued interest in this series! longer part this time cause i made you wait <3

   You emerged from the bathroom an hour later, feeling refreshed and clean for the first time in weeks. The queen was lounging on a massive four-poster bed, sipping wine and reading from a file, but at the sound of the bathroom door opening, she turned to face you.

   A grin split the queen’s face and she rose from the bed in one fluid motion. “Feeling better, aren’t ya, love? Ya look better too—not that all that blood and dirt didn’t suit ya.” She winked at you and your face flushed involuntarily, which only made the queen laugh.    “Here. Got these for ya.” The queen handed over a stack of folded clothes and turned around pointedly so you could change. You thought about arguing or going back to the bathroom to get dressed, but it would take longer than was worth it, so you quickly dropped your towel and tugged on the clothes.     They clearly belonged to the queen—their size gave that away easily. The top was a ripped grey shirt. Its hem had been shorn off unceremoniously, leaving behind uneven cuts in the fabric, but it didn’t matter because it was so big on you that it still fit like a regular shirt. The shorts were black with strings, which was a miracle because the queen’s waist was bigger than yours and you had to tie the strings to keep the shorts up.    When the queen turned back around, another pleased grin lit her face. “Who would’ve thought my clothes would suit ya so nicely?” She appraised your body approvingly, and then turned back to the bed. “Are ya thirsty? Hungry? Tired?”    Your parents had told you not to accept anything from strangers. They had trained you to be capable and self-sufficient. But here you were, alone with the Junker Queen, wearing her clothes, having just used her shower… what was one more sin?    You nodded and reached eagerly for the glass of water the queen was holding out to you, but she snatched it back an inch and your fingers closed around empty air.    “Ah, ah, not yet, pet. You’ll have to give me something first.”    “Like what?” You asked, irritated, before you could stop yourself. Your voice was hoarse, both from thirst and disuse.    “Hmm.” The queen set the water down and locked eyes with you. She grinned as she swept her leg behind her and dipped into a curtsy. “I am the Junker Queen. Nice to meet ya. Name’s Odessa, but you can call me Dez if ya like.”    She rose from the curtsy and quirked a teasing eyebrow at you. Your instincts were telling you to stay quiet, to observe and nothing more. Not until you had a plan. But you were so thirsty, and what could it hurt if Dez knew your name?    You mumbled your name under your breath, and Odessa repeated it, a small smile growing across her face as she did. “Suits ya, love. Here ya go—was that so hard?”     Dez handed over the glass of water and watched as you eagerly drained the entire thing. “Would ya like another?”    You shook your head. “I’m tired. Where will I be sleeping?”    Dez gestured to the bed. “You’re looking at it. Let me clean up for ya.” She began gathering up the files that had been strewn across the bed, and you caught a glimpse of a couple of photos—two men, one with crazy eyes and electric-yellow hair that seemed to be singed at the ends, and one with a white ponytail and a gas mask over his face.    Odessa followed your gaze and chuckled. “I’m planning a raid in a couple of days. Trying to decide who to bring along. Can’t always trust junkers, ya know.” She smirked and cleared the file away. “Alright, I’ve got to do one last check on the grounds and then I’ll be back.”    “Are you sleeping here? With me?” Your eyes widened in surprise.    “Actually you’ll be sleeping with me.” Dez cocked her head and crossed her arms. “Unless you’d rather have a cell in the brig to yourself?”    You actually considered it for a moment, but Dez wasn’t rude or impolite, and she hadn’t made any advances besides harmless comments. It was better to stay on the queen’s good side, at least for now.     “I’ll stay here,” you said, and Odessa grinned and clapped you on the shoulder. “Good girl. Don’t bother waiting up.” And without another word, she left the suite.    With the lights still on, you got under the blankets and pulled them all the way up over your head. Your body was exhausted, but your mind was racing. Today you’d been captured by junkers in the desert and become the prisoner of their very attractive queen, who seemed to treat you as an honored guest. But you knew the junkers’ reputation and remembered the warnings from childhood. You couldn’t trust anyone. And when you closed your eyes, you could still see red, all that red. You couldn’t stay. So when Odessa led that raid, you were going to make your escape.

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Outer & Blood - Junker Queen x f!Reader - Part 2

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

thinking about doing a short series for this one? thanks to @bun-nyba-bie for requesting! <3

   All you could see was red—rivers and lakes and seas of red. And then there were the screams. They echoed in your ears over and over again, creeping into your brain and chipping away at your sanity. You covered your ears with your hands and squeezed your eyes shut, willing the ghosts away.    The door slammed shut, startling you out of your memories. Heavy footfalls sounded throughout the living area, and you cursed internally. The queen was back.

   She strode into the room, and instantly her presence was tangible. Or maybe you had just been alone for too long. Your eyes followed the queen as she marched right over to a decanter of wine and poured a glass. Almost lazily, she took a leisurely sip and turned around and faced you.    “Do ya drink, love?” She drawled.    You said nothing. It was a survival tactic your parents had taught you, if you were ever to find yourself in a situation such as this one. You lost the upper hand if you talked—you’d give things away. But as you sized the queen up, you felt as though she was the one with the power anyway—maybe it was because of her casual stance, her unhurried movements. And you were parched, after all…    The queen followed your gaze to the glass of wine in her hand, and she barked a laugh. “Thirsty, are ya, pet? Just speak up and say so. There’s plenty of wine.” And as if to prove it, she took a long draught from her glass.    You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. You were holding onto the only scraps of power you had—it felt like the longer you stayed in the presence of the queen, the more power she gained, like a black hole sucking in the light of a nearby star.    The queen took a step forward, her eyes narrowing in disapproval. You balked under her gaze. What would happen if her attitude turned sour? You had looked for a weapon when the attendants had first locked you in the queen’s quarters, but the only ones you had found were mounted securely on the walls.    “Damn those useless idiots. You’re still filthy. Come with me.” In one fluid motion, the queen set down her glass, strode across the room, and grabbed your arm. With a surprisingly gentle grip, she pulled you to your feet and toward the bathroom.     You pulled back once or twice, trying to get away, but the queen’s grip held firm, and she released you only once you both were in front of the bathtub. She was smirking as she reached over to start the water.     “Are we gonna do this the easy way, or the hard way?” The queen asked, gesturing a hand to the filthy clothes you were still wearing.    “I’m not undressing,” you snapped without thinking.    The queen’s eyebrows jumped a fraction of an inch. “She speaks. What’s your name, love?”    You shut your mouth stubbornly. You weren’t going to give the queen the satisfaction.     “Fine, fine.” She raised her hands in surrender. “We’ll do introductions later.” The queen grabbed a cloth from the side of the tub and wet it. Then she reached out and grabbed the back of your neck, tugging you closer. You pulled back violently, slapping hard at the queen’s arm. But she just laughed and pulled you closer still.     “Haven’t got a mirror, love, so unless you want to keep the blood and dirt on your face…”    After a moment, you gave up fighting. The queen, unfortunately, was right. And so you gritted your teeth and allowed her to dab at your face with the washcloth. The cool cloth felt nice against your skin, and the queen’s grip on your neck relaxed to a light touch—the two sensations combined made you shiver involuntarily. The queen didn’t miss that, of course, and she grinned as she wiped away the last traces of grime from your face.    “There. Wasn’t so bad, was it, pet? You can clean the rest of yourself up, and I’ll be waiting outside with clean clothes for ya.”    She turned and left the bathroom, and you locked the door behind her. Your heart was racing and you had a million thoughts running through your mind. Who was the queen, and what did she want with you? You knew you ought to sit down and think, get your bearings and formulate a plan. But the steam rising off of the hot water was so enticing, and the prospect of being clean was tempting beyond belief.     There would be time for thinking tonight, you told yourself, as you stripped and got into the bath.

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Origin & Ground - D.Va x gn!Reader

   The door swung open an hour later than you had been expecting, and a few seconds later, your girlfriend Hana entered the room and deposited a duffel bag in the doorway.     “You’re later than usual today,” you remarked, taking a sip from your glass of wine.    “I know,” Hana groaned in exhaustion. She crossed the room quickly and collapsed onto the couch, her head in your lap and her eyes shut.    “They kept you late in training, huh?” You asked, reaching onto the table to grab Hana a bottle of soju—room-temperature and lychee flavor, just the way she liked it.    “Yeah.” Hana frowned and accepted the bottle, her eyes still shut. “We had to brief for the mission tomorrow, and then extra training on top of that.”    “What’s your call time tomorrow?” You asked, your fingers beginning to drift into Hana’s soft hair. You drew them through a few times, ridding her hair of knots, and then scratched lightly at her scalp.    Hana let out a contented sigh and leaned into your hand. “Six.”     You frowned and your motions stilled. “I don’t know how they expect you to get enough rest,” you frowned.    Hana sat up and cracked open the bottle of soju. “I don’t think they do.” She shrugged and took a sip.    A flash of anger sparked in your chest. “They can’t keep treating you like this. It isn’t fair.”    Hana put her soju down and wrapped her arms around your waist, nestling herself against your chest. “I’m sorry, baby. I know we haven’t spent much time together recently, but this is what I signed up for. I made a promise to protect my country.”     She pulled back a fraction of an inch to look up into your eyes. “That includes you.”    Your hands landed on Hana’s waist and you closed the distance between your lips. Hana responded in kind, trailing her hands up your sides and looping them around your neck. Hana tugged you closer, your lips clashing in earnest. Your hands slipped under the hem of Hana’s shirt and you palmed the soft, smooth skin of her back. She sighed against your lips and pulled away reluctantly.    “Later tonight, ‘kay, babe? I didn’t have a chance to shower before I came home.”    “Gross! And you let me kiss you like that?” You complained teasingly, pretending to gag.    Hana swatted at your shoulder good-naturedly. “Excuse me for wanting to come home and see you as soon as I could!”    “Okay, okay,” you laughed, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your girlfriend’s lips. “You go shower and I’ll heat up dinner, and then we’ll make the most of the time before your mission.”    “Ha! You wish,” Hana winked, but she got up off the couch and headed for the bedroom that you shared, swaying her hips exaggeratedly as she went.    You watched her go, your bottom lip taken between your teeth. Hana was a little firecracker for sure, and her schedule was messy, to put it lightly. But you loved your girlfriend dearly, and no matter how many missions she went on, you would always be the first one waiting to greet her when she landed.

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Danger & Determine - Sigma x f!Reader

   Above all else, Sigma was a scientist. Sometimes things didn’t make sense to him. Not until he broke them down to their ones and zeroes, studied them, gauged them. He had that unique ability, to read situations in a nanosecond and know immediately what to do next. Usually it was a good thing.    Like right now, for example, as you and Sigma raced through the base, alarms blaring and the sound of soldiers’ boots echoing after you. Sigma pulled you into a tiny alcove and wrapped a hand around your mouth. You both held your breaths as the soldiers approached, ran right past your hiding spot, and turned another corner.    You moved to poke your head out, but Sigma pulled you back. “It’s not safe, geliefde,” he murmured against the shell of your ear. You shivered, his presence overwhelming your senses.    You breathed out slowly. “Then what’s our next move?” You asked with a sigh. The alcove was so small that the action made your chest brush against Sigma’s. Your bodies were pressed together so tightly that you could feel his heartbeat.    Sigma took hold of your waist loosely and carefully leaned out into the hallway, scanning for any signs of danger. Your breath hitched at both the contact and his proximity, and you pressed yourself infinitesimally closer to him. Sigma gave no indication that he had felt anything, besides his hand, which tightened on your waist. “Patience, love,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving the hallway. “The soldiers will double back soon.”    “So what should we do, Dr. De Kuiper?” You whispered, your voice sultry, and lifted your hands to trail up and down his sides.     Sigma finally tore his gaze away from the hallway and looked back down at you with his piercing eyes. You fully expected to be scolded—you were on a mission, after all, and Sigma normally insisted on compartmentalizing work and play.    Instead of a lecture, however, he leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. It was uncalculated and messy—the opposite of Sigma himself. The back of your head hit the wall, but Sigma didn’t let up. His lips moved against yours with bruising passion, causing your brain to short-circuit. You had to cling to him for balance, but it wouldn’t have mattered if you hadn’t—Sigma’s body was now pressed so firmly up against yours that you couldn’t move an inch if you wanted to.    Sigma retreated from the kiss by taking your bottom lip between his teeth and teasing it for a long second. When he finally let go, you let out a whine and dropped your head against his chest. The scientist huffed a laugh and petted your hair. “We’re going to head back the other way in just a second. Can you wait until we get out of the hostile base, geliefde?” He teased, and you nodded wordlessly against his chest.    Sigma smiled softly and pressed a kiss to your hair. “Good girl. Now come on, let’s go.”    He took your hand and led you from the alcove, and you set off running throughout the base once more.

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Window & Instance - Pharah x f!Reader

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

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Outer & Blood - Junker Queen x f!Reader

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

   There were a lot of responsibilities resting on the shoulders of a leader, and Odessa’s broad ones were no exception. She had to keep the residents of Junkertown in line, settle disputes, deal with problems—there was no room for anything else.    That was, until the day you were brought to the throne room.    She had been tired from the day’s duties, but at the sight of you, Dez sat up straighter in her throne, her interest piqued and her energy replenished.     “Where’d ya find this one?” She asked, her eyes never leaving the spectacle in front of her.     You were dirty and your clothes were tattered��no doubt from having spent so much time out in the wastelands. But most curiously was the fact that you were covered in blood, and it didn’t appear to be your own.    “She was out in the wastes, wandering by herself,” one of Dez’s attendants replied. “Wouldn’t say anything, so we took all of her weapons and brought her here.”    Odessa was already rising from the throne, her gaze still fixed on you. You were beautiful, even covered in dirt and grime and blood, and Dez was beginning to think thoughts she’d long since barred herself from entertaining.    She came to stand in front of you, her seven-foot frame towering over you. “What’s your name, love?” Odessa asked, appraising you with her eyes.    You didn’t reply, just sort of stared blankly, as if you were looking right through her.    Dez circled you slowly, taking stock of you. You certainly didn’t look very dangerous, save for the crimson liquid staining your skin, hair, and clothes. “Lost, are ya, gorgeous?” Dez asked, reaching out to grip your chin.     It was like a switch was flipped. Instantly, you jumped back and took a swing at Odessa, a previously-concealed silver blade whistling through the air toward her throat.    Dez, however, had a lifetime of combat training on her side, and she caught your forearm easily, disarming you without thinking about it. She turned back to her attendant, a disapproving frown on her face. “Took all her weapons, did ya?” She asked sarcastically.    “My queen, I… we—”    Dez silenced him with a roll of her eyes. If you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself. She turned back to you. You were now glowering at her angrily, even tugging to try and get your arm away.    She released your arm, and you stumbled backward a few steps and caught yourself, still glaring at Dez with no apparent regard for the fact that she was a queen.    Odessa cocked her head curiously. “Give her a rinse, will ya? And then put her in my quarters.”    “M-my queen?” The attendant stammered in confusion.    “Gotta say it twice, do I?” She snapped. “Take her upstairs.” Then, turning back to you, “I’ll see ya shortly.”    Odessa watched as her attendants led you from the room with slight difficulty. Without meaning to, a slow smile spread across her face. You were a fighter, she could tell. And it had been so long since Dez had had a real challenge.

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Taste & Woman - Ashe x f!Reader

*contains mature content — nudity, dubcon if you squint

   There was a heat in the room that had absolutely nothing to do with the steam. It came in the form of a gorgeous woman with long legs, piercing red eyes, and a sharp, red-lipped smile that always looked maddeningly perfect.     One of the corners of that very same smile lifted now, as she appraised you. “What are you doing all the way over there, anyway?” She asked, her drawling tone lazy. “We’re the only ones in here, you might as well get over here.”    You couldn’t believe what you were about to say. “Why don’t you come over here with me?”    Ashe’s eyes widened just a little bit. She had been flirting with you for weeks, but she’d expected her comments to be brushed off or ignored. But instead, it seemed that she had gotten through to you, even if you were still a little shy.     Ashe rose in one fluid motion and made her way across the steam room, purposely accentuating the sway of her hips. She stifled a grin as she watched your gaze follow the movement, noticing how you swallowed thickly.     With feline grace, Ashe splayed herself out next to you. “Here I am, sweetheart.”    You couldn’t remember having been so close to another woman when you was so scantily clothed—both of you were wearing nothing but a towel. You shifted nervously, your gaze dropping. Almost magnetically, your eyes fell on Ashe’s long, silky legs. Suddenly, your mouth felt very dry.     “You alright, babe? You’re looking a little green around the gills,” Ashe teased. “Ya know, it is a little hot in here.” She stood and tugged at her towel.     The white cotton material fell to the floor. You stared in mute amazement as Ashe bared herself. Her body was lithe and graceful, slightly muscled from years of training. Her tattoos crawled almost all the way up her arms, something you had never noticed before. You were so busy staring at Ashe that you didn’t notice what was happening until the other woman tugged at your towel, and then you were both naked in the sauna.     “Ashe!” You complained, trying to cover yourself with one hand and reaching for your towel with the other.     “Shhh, relax, there’s no need to be shy. I’m gonna take care of you,” Ashe promised. She leaned down and took your hands, helping you to your feet.     “Ashe—” You were cut off by the other woman’s lips landing on your own. Instantly, your words died on her tongue. Ashe’s hands landed on your waist and she pulled your bodies flush, winding her arms around you. Her lips were soft, and she pressed them against yours with a gentle urgency that said she’d been wanting to do this for a long time.     Her lips trailed down your neck, leaving sultry open-mouthed kisses and sucking gently at the column of your throat. Your hands were glued to Ashe’s arms, clinging on to her as if she were a life preserver and the steam room were the ocean.     “Ashe,” you whimpered, and the other woman paused in ravishing your neck.     “Say it, baby. Say I’m your first woman.”    You trembled in Ashe’s embrace. “You are.”    Her perfect red lips quirked in a smile. “Good. I’m gonna show you what it’s like to taste a woman.” 

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Sleep & Smell - Reinhardt x gn!Reader

   After an hour of lying awake in your room, you couldn't take it any longer. The smell was nauseating. Ana, who slept next door, had decided to paint her room, and you could barely breathe through the stench of paint fumes.     You threw the covers back irritably and stomped down to the common room. You turned on a low light, grabbed an afghan from the back of one of the couches, and curled up, ready to sleep.     You would've gotten to sleep too, if it weren't for a door banging open rather loudly behind you. You shot up and gasped, looking over at the offender. It was Reinhardt Wilhelm, the huge German crusader. "Sorry, did I wake you?" He asked, wincing.     "It's alright, I couldn't sleep anyways," you admitted. "My room smells like paint. What are you doing down here?"    "I came for a midnight snack," Reinhardt replied with a grin. "Do you mind if I join you?"    "Not at all," you smiled back.     Reinhardt went to the kitchen and made himself a towering sandwich, and then came back into the common room. He dropped on the couch next to you and took a huge bite of the sandwich. "Want some?" He offered with his mouth full.     You tried a bite. The sandwich was good, but it was tainted with the smell of paint that still stung your nostrils. You turned the TV on to occupy the silence with something other than Reinhardt's chewing, and flipped to a trivia game show.     "Who led the Spartans at the battle of Thermopylae?" The host asked.     "Leonidas," you answered him, and a moment later the contestant echoed your answer, earning himself a hundred points.     "Wow, you're smart," Reinhardt said around a mouthful of sandwich. "I've always liked that about you."    You flushed and leaned against him. Reinhardt finished his sandwich and wrapped his large hands around your waist, situating you so that he was reclining on the couch and you were against his chest.     You watched trivia for an hour or so, answering questions intermittently and teasing each other when you got the answers wrong. Eventually Reinhardt yawned and made to get up, but you grabbed his wrist. "Stay?" You asked softly.     "The couch is no place to sleep," Reinhardt replied. Your face fell and you looked down, but he tilted your chin up with a large hand. "Come and sleep with me. My room is far from Ana's," he invited.     "Okay," you agreed with a smile, and Reinhardt pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

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Meeting & Draw - Brigitte x gn!Reader

   There was only a certain amount of updates and strategies that you could sit through before your mind started to wander. Jack and Ana stood at the front of the conference room and gestured to a chart with some kind of data on it, but you couldn't bring yourself to focus. This would all be sent out in the report tomorrow morning anyways.     Rather than listen and further bore herself, you picked up a pencil and began sketching on the meeting agenda sheet in front of you. You had never been great at drawing people, but sitting across from you was the perfect subject.     Brigitte Lindholm was sitting at her mentor Reinhardt Wilhelm's elbow and listening attentively to the briefings. She was even taking notes! You couldn't resist sketching the outline of her beautiful face. Her nose was scrunched in concentration, and as you watched, she pushed her long brown hair back from her face.     You felt your heart flutter slightly as you watched Brigitte. Sometimes you couldn't believe that Brigitte was your girlfriend. As the thought crossed your mind, Brigitte glanced over at you and smiled brightly.     Before you could forget the image, you quickly sketched your girlfriend's features: her cute upturned nose, the smattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose, and the playful grin on her face. Brigitte looked interestedly at your paper, and she nudged your leg with hers under the table when you hid the paper shyly from view.     After a few more minutes—god it was so hard to capture her perfect likeness—you finally finished and slid the drawing across the table at Brigitte.     Brigitte picked it up and looked at it, and you saw her face soften. Suddenly a big smile manifested onto her face and she nudged Reinhardt next to her. She showed him the drawing and he smiled and winked at you, and you flushed. You hadn't expected Brigitte to show anyone.     She set the paper down in front of her, scribbled something beneath the drawing, and slid it back over. You smiled at the addition. It was in Brigitte's unmistakable messy handwriting, and it was only three words, but it made the smile on your face match the one on Brigitte's.     I love you too, you mouthed across the table. 

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Turn & Terrify - Reaper x gn!Reader

   Reaper froze at the sound of the name—that name he hadn't heard in years. The name that was no longer his. And spoken from your mouth, too.     If his heart could beat, it would've missed one at the sound of your voice. He kept walking, but you called him again.     "Gabe?"    He spun, rage beginning to boil in his chest. "Don't call me that," he spat, stalking toward you and getting right in your face. The shock and fear in your eyes both twisted his heart, and brought a sinister sneer to his lips.     "What happened to you?" You breathed. "You used to be so… good."    "I'm not good, and I never was. You didn't know me," he said, enjoying the hurt he knew he was causing you. You shrank back against the overturned table, watching him warily.     "So you still work for Overwatch," he mused, glancing around at the room he'd destroyed. "How has it been here?"    "Better than it was wherever you were," you frowned, eyeing him.     "What do you claim to know about me?" Reaper laughed. "Did you even know that I died?"     "Of course, Gabe! I mourned you," you whispered. "I lost…"    "What did you lose?" He hissed. "Tell me! What did you lose? Look at me now, look at what I am, and tell me, what did you lose, [Name]?"    You leveled your gaze and stared directly into Reaper's eyes. "I lost the man I love."    Reaper laughed aloud at that. "The man you love. You never loved me. You're just trying to waste my time." He turned and strode to the door, but your soft voice stopped him once more.     "You're wrong, Gabe. I did love you. I would've done anything for you. But you're not the man I love anymore."    "Gabriel Reyes is dead," Reaper agreed. "He died in that explosion."    "No." You shook your head, your voice thick with tears. "I think my Gabe died long before that."    Reaper didn't say anything more. He strode from the room, heading for Overwatch central command, and his every heavy footfall on the linoleum floor reminded him of the heart he didn't have, the one that couldn't beat anymore, but that once beat for you. 

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Split & Seat - Zarya x f!Reader

   "Are you coming?" Zarya asked you, poking her head out of the plane and smiling at you when you hesitated on the stairs.     "The plane is full, isn't it?" You asked, smiling shyly. "I'll stay here."    "Are you kidding? We need you!" Zarya ducked back inside the plane for a moment, and then returned and held her hand out to you. "Come on, babe."    "I can't stand." You hesitated.     "I found you a seat." Zarya grabbed your hand and pulled you inside.     The plane was small, and you smiled and waved to the occupants of the three seats: Angela, Lena, and Hanzo. They waved back, already relaxed and ready for the long flight ahead of them. But something was wrong; there was only one more seat.     Zarya sank down into it and stretched her long legs out in front of her. "You coming, babe?" She asked again, reclining her chair.     "Where do I sit?" You asked, looking around sheepishly.     "Right here." Zarya patted her thigh and grinned at you as your face flushed.     "Uh…"    "Don't go shy on me now." Zarya flashed you an irresistible smile and caught your wrist in a calloused hand.     You looked around the cabin to see whether the other agents minded, but they were all pointedly minding their own business. Zarya took the opportunity to wrap her arms around your waist and tug you down into her lap.     You made a soft indignant noise, and Zarya laughed softly against your back. You relaxed into Zarya's hold and leaned your head on your girlfriend's shoulder.     "Pасслабься моя любовь," she murmured into your ear.     "Okay," you murmured back. The plane's smooth takeoff and Zarya's warm, steady arms around your waist made it easy, and you fell asleep with your head on your girlfriend's shoulder.

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Overwatch x Reader Masterlist

starting a new series of drabbles! they will mainly be overwatch x f!reader and based on two prompt words each. feedback is much appreciated and feel free to request! <3

zarya | reaper | brigitte | reinhardt | ashe*| junker queen | pharah | sigma | d.va

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