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Horror Movie Headcanons

McCree

The Jock™ who came along to have a fun time.

The one who dies first.

He goes to ‘check it out’ and doesn’t come back. 

The one who doesn’t check to make sure that the killer is dead.

Symmetra

The Nerdy Girl™ who figures everything out.

She’s the one who reads the forbidden pages or opens the scary looking box. 

The person the authorities don’t believe when they tell them what is happening.

The one who’s car won’t start until the last second so the killer can get closer for tension purposes. 

Hanzo

The Non-believer™ who doesn’t think there’s a ghost/killer/monster until people start dying.

He’s the one who’s phone dies or can’t get service.

“Hello? [insert name] is that you?”

The person who doesn’t check the back seat before taking off so the killer springs up out of nowhere.

Reaper

The Minority™ who didn’t want to be there in the first place. 

He makes a plan that literally no one follows. 

The one who notices that the initial victims (probably the ones having sex) have been gone for a long time.

The one who shoots the killer ten thousand times but they still don’t go down.

Lucio

The Virgin™ who makes it to the end.

“Maybe it was just the wind?”

The person the killer is watching through the window but he don’t notice.

The one who trips and falls during a chase scene.

(Requests are Open!!!)

[overwatchreader]

I looked through your blog and you're an awesome writer! Could.you do some hcs for the new recruit as a crush on Lucio but they're so quiet and nervous they end up avoiding him as much as possible. They sometimes even ask the other members for help? Like they're told he's coming and they just jump in a box to hide they're that desperate? There's not enough stuff for Lucio and I thought it'd be a cute idea!

Hey! It’s been a while since I posted anything, please have this!

So you’re crushing really hard on Lucio, eh? Well, then that means you do a lot of;

Hiding when you see him coming toward you, generally in very obvious places

You tried hiding behind a plant once because, obviously, if you were directly behind it you were invisible

He asked if you were alright and you almost died from embarrassment

But he did smile at you and give you butterflies in your stomach

Asking McCree for love advice, which usually ends badly

“Just flirt with him!” McCree tells you, as if you don’t get flustered every time Lucio is mentioned in casual conversation

You try to flirt but end up stuttering over your words and saying things that don’t make sense

Lucio is confused but patient, and smiles at you all the while

His smiles are really nice to you

Figuring yourself hopeless, because Lucio is amazing and you feel like you couldn’t really measure up to that

Not noticing that he thinks you’re cute, too, because of your own individual traits

He notices a lot about you, like how smart you are or how passionate

He likes that even though you’re kind of shy you still stand up for what you believe in

Being told that Lucio likes you back and just. Not functioning anymore. you.exe has crashed.

Having him come up to you one day and asking if you would be interested in hanging out some time

This, of course, makes you really happy and excited but also??

Man is that the floor coming up to meet you

Lucio catches you before you can fall tho

“Whoa! I don’t want you falling for me like that!”

[overwatchreader]

Please don’t do this, guys.

I need to take the time to mention an issue I’ve seen becoming much more common lately. It’s come to the attention of some of the Overwatch writers (including myself) that we’re receiving duplicate asks for very specific things, as if someone copied and pasted into multiple ask boxes.

I saw this pop up on my dashboard earlier this evening from @demialwrites @demialw blog and I said to myself, “wow, this looks almost identical to an ask I received not too long ago” so I checked my inbox and, lo and behold…

With the exception of a few words, it’s basically copied and pasted with a little bit of fluff to start.

It’s worth noting that is this anon really knew our blogs, they’d know that Demial doesn’t do requests.

Now, it’s one thing when you send in an ask or request and it seems to vanish, never to be heard from again and you send it in again or take it elsewhere for a better chance. For that, I am sorry. Motivation and inspiration don’t always work in our favor and there are asks that do get lost in transit. No matter how hard we try, it’s difficult to answer everything that comes our way as soon a possible. We’re trying, guys.

This, however, is different. This seems very rude and deceptive, going from blog to blog with the same ask just to see who gives you what you want first.

It makes it seem as if you don’t really enjoy our blogs or our content, or us for that matter when all you care about is who will give you what you want the quickest, regardless of who it ends up being.

@darkdrabblings sent me this ask earlier today after she checked the x reader tags and saw the following screenshot.

I’m happy that the ask was answered for the anon but @darkdrabblings had already started working on a detailed response when she saw this and instantly felt fooled as a result.

This is far from the first time we’ve encountered this. These instances have popped up numerous times in the past and it’s already getting old.

I know, to some, it might not seem like that big of an issue, but when you begin to work on a drabble or ficlet for someone you feel genuinely enjoys your work or your blog just to see that they are going around asking the same thing word for word, it feels discouraging.

I don’t know if this is one person or multiple people, but I just need to let you know, it’s not okay. Please, don’t try to butter someone up into giving you things for free on their own time if you’re just going to go around, copying and pasting until someone eventually bites.

Sure, there are times when requesters can’t help but ask something similar on multiple blogs, say when new skins or heroes are released and everyone wants to gush about them. It’s completely different and unacceptable to go to multiple blogs with a copy and pasted question over and over again. 

Most writers aren’t comfortable with this approach. Please, be considerate with how you support them. 

Thank you very much.

[overwatchreader]

I just watched both the new OW shorts and I’m really emotional about Mei, though the Junkers cheered me up greatly ahaha. I think I wanna do some stuff around that? After I work through some stuff in the inbox and drafts.

[overwatchreader]

Ooh could i request something written for reaper, soldier 76, lucio, and sombra interacting with a person who had been a talon experiment?

where’s the lenny face? i need it right here.

You aren’t entirely sure what you can do yet. The experiments had been plenty and painful, with various injections and tests of durability and strength. You know you can lift more than probably a hundred times your own weight and you know that you sat for a long time in a cold chamber for days on end with less than the barest minimum of food and water to survive. You spent probably weeks underwater with little to no oxygen and you’re not really sure you can be called human anymore.

Time doesn’t matter to you anymore. You can’t remember anything from before you were in Talon’s hands–it hurt to think too hard about memories that you couldn’t call to mind. You were beaten into submission; programmed and tortured until you understood your primary objective to serve Talon. You are dubbed only “The Asset” and considered one of Talon’s primary weapons.

One day you will be free. One day you will no longer be beneath Talon’s thumb and you will get to see the light of day again. These are the people you meet throughout your life.

Reaper observes first. He has seen the project as it happens in real time; watched you be experimented on and changed. Even though he knew it was a bit extreme what Talon was doing to you. When you are deemed ready for combat or human interaction, he is the first to step in and speak to you. He is not kind at first; he tells you straight that if you are a waste of time and money, a failed project, they will not hesitate to put you down. He’s mainly interested in how useful you are, but as time passes he comes to consider you a vital piece of his core team.You are something… important to him. You think it’s just because you are an important asset, but just like with Sombra and Widowmaker, Reaper makes a point of checking up on you periodically during missions. He ensures your safety just like the others. In the nights, when the terrors return and you find yourself screaming in your sleep, Reaper comes and he comforts you, something small he will never let anyone else know about. When you are crying and can’t recall why you feel so much pain or who you were in the moment, he shushes you, rocking you gently while humming something from his own times long past. It is those moments when he regrets knowing what has happened to you, but even still, he would not go back and change things, as he wouldn’t want to let you go.

Soldier: 76 comes across you after you’ve made a successful escape from Talon. He finds you days after you’re out of their grasps, a pariah in a small village that people avoid. He knows there is something about you that is off, knows you are not fit to be around people. He can tell in the way you react whenever anyone approaches you, can see it in your eyes when you throw panicked looks at him when he has you pinned down. He doesn’t entirely know what to do with you other than to bring you with him as he makes his way back to Ana.He recognizes that you’re a lot like him, but so completely different. You hardly sleep and don’t touch any of the food he gives you. Your skeptical of him at every turn until he saves your life. You don’t entirely understand the concept of thanking someone for something like that any more; whenever Widowmaker or Sombra did anything close to it they usually tacked on a “you owe me.” But Soldier doesn’t say any such thing. He tells you it was the right thing to do, and you’ve forgotten the concept of kindness for so long, it’s weird to you. You eventually find the words to thank him, and he’s startled to know you can actually speak. He decides there’s still hope for you yet, and also decides to keep you close.

Lucio meets you while you’re under Talon’s influence, further down the timeline, but way before your eventual escape. You are sent to aggravate the situation in Brazil, and would have succeeded if Lucio had not intervened when he did. He manages to subdue and capture you in an attempt to take you to the police (anonymously of course) but during the time of your capture he comes to learn a bit more about you, albeit intentionally. For starters, he finds out you are very valuable to Talon. And then he comes to know that you don’t even know your own name and have rarely been allowed too much kindness. He gives you your first concept of freedom as well.It is dangerous, the two days you spend with Lucio, because the more time you are around him, the more you begin to think for yourself. He tells you that what’s been done to you is wrong; that you deserve freedom and happiness and to live a life from beneath Talon. He tells you that he can help you find your family again; that he can help you build a new life and become your own person again. This is a concept foreign to you, but it sounds so wonderful and amazing that you think it could be true. You honestly should have known that it could never be for you. The minute he leaves you to help someone else in need, you are taken by Talon once more. You fight against them and it is deemed that you were too free. Within minutes you are taken to be reconditioned once more, your memories of your time with Lucio wiped from your mind.

Sombra had been tasked with erasing your identity from the world when you were taken by Talon. She ensured no one knew who you were and that your friends and family, if you had any, wouldn’t be able to find you again. She had little care for what happened to you during the experimentation, but after, she was very interested in keeping you close to her. The only way she really knows how is through manipulation. She keeps little bits of information about your old life over you to ensure that you keep coming back to her.Unfortunately, this sort of backfires for her, as she begins to feel an actual connection with you. Even if she was manipulating you, she finds that you respond positively to her either way. It is likely the human contact and connection that makes her appealing to you. She is one of the very few that don’t treat you like the experiment you are, instead teasing you and making you feel like you are someone valuable in a way that others don’t. Even still, she ensures that you know who has the power in your friendship, always reminding you that she knows your real name, age, and any other miscellaneous information. It sometimes leaves a bitter taste in your mouth to be reminded, but you are so starved at times that you cannot help running back to her whenever you are feeling the worst bout yourself, because even when she withholds the important information, she still indulges you with little bits of your life from before, reminding you that you were human once too.

[overwatchreader]

the secret origins of the mccree lifeguard skin

[overwatchreader]

I’m gonna close requests for a bit! I need to work through about the thirty requests I’ve got in it and until I finish at least the bulk of them I can’t afford to take more. Sorry for my long absences! Work is kicking my ass.

~Tony 

[overwatchreader]

Oni!Genji with a female human s/o where his s/o accidentally saved him when they first met?

-insert eyes emoji-

You had never seen anything like him.

The people of the village called him a demon. Used the word Oni. Your Japanese may have been a bit under developed but you recognized the word for what it meant. They saw him as a demon, even with his outwardly human appearance. You knew his presence was different, could feel it in the air the way the village people could, but still...

When you spoke to him the first time, it was after he had been forcibly removed form the general store. He sat in the dirt and sighed to himself. You had been preparing to go into the store when you saw him on the ground. The streets were fairly empty that day, so no one else was around.

“You look like you could use a hand,” you smiled, offering your hand for him to take. The demon looked surprised to see you extending any kindness.

“The people would not like if you helped me,” he said.

“The people don’t control me,” you snorted. He continued staring for a while longer before taking your hand. You helped him stand up. The demon smiled, and your eyes immediately noticed the cut on his cheek. You frowned.

“They always condemn what they don’t understand until it’s convenient for them...” you mumbled before sighing. “Come with me; I have a first aid kit in my home.”

“Oh, no, you really don’t have to-”

“I want to.”

The soft way you said the words made the demon quiet. He sighed and nodded. The two of you headed up the mountain to your home. You treated his small wound and made tea for the two of you to talk over. You learned his name (”Genji.”) and learned that he just wanted to live peacefully.

Little did you know, in the village below, a group of people returned to the spot you and Genji had been in previously, wards and weapons at the ready, likely to expel Genji from the village. You did not know it, but you had saved him when he resigned himself to death, knowing he would never be accepted in the village.

It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

[overwatchreader]

Hello I was wondering if you were doing matchups??

I’ll be honest, I think I’ve done maybe one? Matchup? On the whole blog? I don’t think I’m very good at them but if you send me something I’ll try ^^;

[overwatchreader]

Can you do "i found the ring when i was moving my stuff out of your apartment and now everything makes sense" with Hanzo who thought his S/O was cheating and so he ended up breaking up with them when really they were going out a lot to plan a proposal for him?(Maybe with a bit of fluff by the end???)

Oooo

The ring was simple. It was a silver band with Japanese etched into the underside of it; a blatant “I love you” that was likely meant to be a reminder more than anything else. It wasn’t anything special. The box it had been in was black. Small, fit really easily into the hiding spot it had been left in. The ring fit perfectly on his finger.

It was a small ring, and yet it led Hanzo to the biggest revelation in his life.

“I am such a fool,” he said to himself, head in his hands. Then, he decided that he had no time to dwell on such things as his own stupidity. Quickly, he needed to find the buyer of the ring.

You were avoiding him, understandably. Hanzo was supposed to be moving his things out of you apartment. You didn’t interact with him, you didn’t say anything to him. It hurt enough as things were that he was leaving without any sort of explanation.

“(Y/N).”

You flinched when he said your name but tried to smile when you responded. Had you been crying? Maybe.

“I...” Hanzo took in a deep breath. “I am sorry.”

Confusion filled your expression, before your eyes landed on what was in his hand. Then, alarm was your primary emotion.

“How did you-?” You reached for the ring and its box, wracking your brain to try to figure out where you had hidden it last. It had been days since you last saw it, when you had looked at it every night since buying it. After Hanzo broke up with you, though, you had been too sad and upset to look at it.

You hesitated. Technically, it was Hanzo’s ring. You had gotten it tailored to his size and the Japanese within was supposed to be a reminder and testament to how much you loved him. Sure, you had bought it. But it was always meant to be Hanzo’s. You were always meant to be Hanzo’s, or at least you had thought.

Neither of you spoke. The moment was tense and the silence deafening, Hanzo barely able to meet your eyes and you unsure of whether or not you were gonna cry again.

“Why are we breaking up?” you finally asked. “I- everything was perfect.”

Hanzo didn’t want to answer. He didn’t want to admit his insecurities and tell you that he thought you were cheating on him, when in reality this is what you had been up to. You had been hiding the ring from him, planning a perfect time to propose, and he had thought you had sunk as low as cheating.

He didn’t want to tell you. But he knew he had to, because you deserved the truth. You deserved to know why he had been such an ass. So he told you.

The ensuing conversation was long, and there were tears, and a bit of yelling. About misplaced trust and sleepless nights and disappointment. You were both tired by the end of it, Hanzo’s things half packed up around the two of you. But the ending of it all and the closure you received was well worth it.

“I’m tired,” you sighed, the two of you on the couch. Bodies touching, too close to be a broken up pair.

“Maybe we should go to bed then,” Hanzo suggested. You nodded in agreement and the two of you went to bed, together.

A simple ring glittering on Hanzo’s finger a reminder of the bumpiest patch in your relationship.

[overwatchreader]

A while ago you wrote a bit about a kind spirit tied to a house that cared for and helped the people who came to the house, could you do a little continuation with reaper, symmetra, amd sombra?

Ahhh I’m glad folks liked the spirit one!

There were others that visited you, even when you knew that not all were friendly. They were of all different shapes, sizes, backgrounds. Some were more memorable than others, and you knew they wished to return to you one day. Some knew they could never come again.

Reaper was a sad one. He could touch you. He could feel the coolness of the skin you didn’t have and you could feel how cold he was, constantly. You had no idea he was even capable when the next you knew he was pressing you into the walls of your house, the house you had allowed him entry to and could deny to him just as well. He was nothing like you; he was angry, constantly so, and there was an undercurrent of sorrow within him that you could detect easily. He was not dead. But he wished he could be. “You are safe here, should you ever seek refuge,” you told him one night, when he sat in a small corner, practically trying to blend himself with your house. He was grateful you knew. This was a place where someone understood him; the pain of dying and still being tied to the world. When he left you knew it would not be the last you saw of him. And you hoped the two of you could cross together one day.

Symmetra saved your home. You had periods of time when you were too weak to hide yourself, once every few years. Satya found your house in what she called a “prime development spot,” but you knew she was having doubts within herself about something you could not understand entirely. She watched you fade in and out of existence but continue to try to help her, giving her advice on situations she needed to talk to someone completely outside the equation about. “In the end it is your decision, Satya,” you told her. You faded a bit, but forced yourself back into this plane. “You are the only one that can decide what to do for you.” She must have taken your words to heart. She smiled at you, grateful for the advice, and promised that your home would be safe. You hoped she would come again, but knew she had other things to do. But before she left, she created a small sculpture for you. You weren’t sure of it’s significance but you treasured it all the same.

Sombra is quite the enigma to you. She slipped into your home, her presence supposedly undetectable but you saw her easily. She was startled to find you but quick to pull up who you were, information about you apparent on the “internet.” She told you who you were; how you died, where you were buried. It was more information than you had ever known about yourself since you had died. She seemed more surprised than anything else that you thanked her for the information and offered her what little food was good in your kitchens. Sombra asked if you wanted to leave this world, but you weren’t entirely sure anymore. “I meet so many people. Many of them like you,” you said. “It is never about wanting to leave. It is how long I wish to stay.” You didn’t know if she understood, as she never seemed to be in one place for too long, but she accepted your explanation and the little food you could offer her. When she slipped from your home in the night, you found a note detailing your life hidden away in the room she had claimed for her own. You kept it close. It meant a lot to you.

[overwatchreader]

Soulmate Au with Blackwatch!Genji where everyone has a clock that is counting down and when it reaches 0, that is when you meet your soulmate?

Have a cup of angst, hun

Also, once again, indulging in a fave AU - Mechanic!Reader

Genji lost his timer.

When he was younger, he used to brag to his brother about how he would woo his soul mate. He came up with elaborate scenarios about how they would meet and he spent his time fantasizing.

After his brother- after-

He didn’t know when he would meet his soul mate, he didn’t know when he would know it. He didn’t know if he wanted to know and he didn’t know if they would want him. Soul mates were supposed to be understanding, weren’t they? Beacons of support and pillars of strength and all that shit he used to hear in bed time stories.

The fact of the matter was that it was entirely possible he would never know them, and they would never want to be with him. Not while he was in this body. Not while he was like this.

Soul mates weren’t a subject he liked to think about too often.

“Excuse me,” Genji said as he stepped into the shop of the local mechanic.

Reyes had sent him on a mission in a rural area to assassinate someone. He was supposed to be in and out, but he found a problem somewhere in his chest plating that made a very, very loud noise that would not do if he was to assassinate someone cleanly and quietly. They would hear him coming a mile away.

When he mentioned it to Reyes, his Commander had pointed him in the direction of a mechanic he trusted within the area. Genji had a time constraint of three days and the trip was half a day out. He could only hope that the work would take as little time as possible.

“Come right on in,” a voice said, smooth, welcoming. He stepped into the back room and there you sat at a work table, over some sort of contraption.

“I am here-”

“-Under Reyes’ orders, I know,” you pushed your projects to the side, gesturing for Genji to take a seat. “He and I are familiar with each other and he’s already paid me to get your work done.”

Genji looked at where you gestured; it looked almost like an operating table. He was skeptical but knew he needed to get this mission done. So he eased himself onto the table. You turned on a bright light so that you could see where you were working.

You were opening his chest plate when his eyes landed on the timer on your wrist, and felt a bit of bitterness rise within him when he saw it read “00:00:00,” an indicator that you had met your soul mate.

“Must be nice to have a soulmate,” he murmured while you began looking through the wires and machinery that kept him alive.

You hummed, confused, and glanced at your wrist. Surprise dawned on your face immediately.

“That did not say that this morning,” you murmured. You pulled your tools out of his chest and tapped at the little timer, as if it were broken. “It absolutely did not say that this morning.”

Genji felt his breath catch, his eyes widening. No. It couldn’t be-

“I haven’t seen anyone else today. I talked to Reyes, but we’ve met before. That can only mean-” You looked into his eyes. “You’re my soulmate.”

Genji didn’t have words. He didn’t know what to say. You let out a small, hysterical laugh.

“Well,” you started, reaching back into him to get him fixed up, “At least my soulmate is handsome.”

Genji was glad to have his face plate covering his mouth, because the smile that involuntarily stretched across his cheeks would have been embarrassing.

[overwatchreader]

roadhog and junkrat being parental figures to a kid!reader

Okay, but like, consider;

Late nights when the two of them are trying to calm you down, because you’re an excitable little thing sometimes, and even they don’t know what to do with you

Junkrat is always hoisting you up into the air to show you to the world and you’re constantly all “Daaaaad” but nope, he’s gonna keep doing it

Roadhog trying to get you to eat something healthy because he knows growing kids need good foods to grow

Roadhog smothering you with kisses when you’re “mad” at them for not getting your way

Usually they’re being “good” parents when you throw your tantrums but they can deny you very little

Junkrat teaching you how to put together little explosives and firecrackers but also, surprisingly, teaching you about how to be safe about things

He doesn’t want you to hurt yourself; you’re one of the few people he treasures very deeply

You and Roadhog

Getting called “piglet” by both Roadhog and Junkrat, as an affectionate little nickname

“Get down from there, Piglet!”

“You know you have to nap, Piglet.”

“Time for dinner little Piglet.”

Always having two people who care for you unconditionally, even when people say they aren’t fit to be your guardians

Falling asleep on either one of them, and both of them thinking you are the most precious thing in the world

[overwatchreader]

Reinhardt teaches reader to dance?

Ahhh this is a really cute one???

You tripped over your own feet again and frustration bubbled within you. Reinhardt chuckled at the way you pouted, catching you before you can hit the ground.

“You are getting better! Come now, let’s try again,” he offered. Reinhardt was being very patient with you, twirling you in circles and giving you encouragements when you started admonishing yourself.

“I can’t get that step, Reinhardt, it’s impossible!” you groaned.

“No. Nothing is impossible if you only try.”

You sighed, but poised yourself to once again attempt the dance move Reinhardt had been showing you. You made it exactly two steps before you tripped over your own feet, like all the other times. When you nearly fell, Reinhardt caught you once again.

“Maybe we should try a different variation,” Reinhardt offered. You mumbled something about giving up all together that made him chuckle, but he kissed the tip of your nose and then stepped back, showing you a different way to attempt what you had been trying to do. You watched him and then started to mirror his steps, getting the hang of things slowly.

“That’s it, (Y/N), you’re getting it!” he said excitedly. You stopped and smiled up at him, grateful that he hadn’t given up despite your pessimistic nature.

“Thank you for helping me learn,” you said. Reinhardt beamed at you, his smile like the sun to you.

“It is my pleasure.”

[overwatchreader]

Can we get a follow up with Oni!Hanzo and human s/o? If you want to or have time. I'm a sucker for oni!Hanzo

Sure! I’ve been wanting to get around to this one for a while

He tried to stay away from you.

Really, he honest to God tried to stay away. He kept away from the parts of town he knew you would be in, he reigned in his habit of checking on you at night when you headed home from work. But those old habits died hard, and he still found himself trailing rooftops, keeping his eyes on you.

Luckily enough most people stayed away from you at night now. When you left work, anyone who thought of coming close steered clear, likely because word of a demon protecting you had gone around. Really, his presence wasn’t entirely needed anymore.

You turned down an alleyway suddenly, leaving Hanzo confused even as he kept following. When you stopped at the end of the alley, a deadend, you looked up, directly at him.

“I know you’re there,” you said, and Hanzo heard the slight tremble in your voice, he could see you shaking, almost imperceptibly. “Come down. Please?”

The tiny plea led him to jumping down, landing gracefully before you, before drawing himself up to tower above you. You stared up at him, eyes wide, before reaching a hand up to touch his cheek. Hanzo grabbed your hand and you flinched.

He wondered what you planned to do.

“Thank you,” you said, catching him unaware. “I never got to say thank you. For saving me.”

“You are welcome,” Hanzo replied. He let go of your hand and you let it fall to your side. The two of you stood in awkward silence for a moment.

“Do I not frighten you?” Hanzo asked, suddenly.

You didn’t respond for a bit, giving him all the answer he needed. He turned to leave, legs poised to jump, when you reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“Yes you do! But not as much, anymore,” you admitted. Hanzo stopped. He turned back to you, his eyebrow raised and eyes questioning, not that you could entirely tell.

“Just. At least walk me home? Instead of lurking,” you asked. “You can’t be as bad as the people are making you seem if you haven’t hurt me.”

Hanzo stared at you, searching for any sign of trickery, before he inhaled and exhaled, and before your eyes he seemed to grow smaller; his horns and markings disappeared and his fangs as well. He seemed normal, almost. But different.

“Is something the matter?” he asked you. You shook your head.

“No, nothing. Just sort of,” you paused and looked at him again. Hanzo was a very handsome man.

“I feel a little like Belle.”

Hanzo was confused by your statement, but you didn’t respond. Instead, the two of you walked out of the alleyway, into another night but the start of something entirely different for the two of you.

[overwatchreader]

I'm going to be working on the stuff in the inbox tonight, but the first order of business;

I draw the line at doing reactions to suicide. It is honestly not a very good subject for me to think about as someone who is mentally ill.

I've done the self harm ask because it's something I've also dealt with and know that there's a need to have some form of closure behind it. Suicide, however, is a harder subject for me to think about and consider. It's not something I can tackle easily, as someone who has dealt with what can come from it and the feelings it causes.

It's... tough. It brings up bad memories for me.

On a slighter note, I'll do (at max) four characters in a single ask. Please try to limit what you're looking for to four characters.

[overwatchreader]

♡ u

I <3 you too when you aren’t being a little shit