#I dont even know who McCree is

[deltamune]

Someone please explain to me why I had a dream about a vampire McCree chasing RE4 Leon Kennedy through a library while Devil Trigger played over the loudspeakers

[lakesbian]

it's a little evil of me to get an ask about what the undersiders would play in overwatch and immediately start thinking about the lambs instead but the problem is that the lambs are just so much better to imagine playing video games together than the undersiders. the lambs are by nature of their existence a Gestalt, a Team, meant to go into combat together. the undersiders are like. coworkers who happen to work at a job called Crime, and who could play video games together, but don't really, because they're not super compatible like that. you just get so much funnier dynamics by popping the lambs into video games.

anyway that said the last time i thought about the lambs in overwatch was when i hadn't really played it since 6v6, because i was being a hater. i still think the game used to be better but now that i have played ow2 significantly ive had a series of 3 updated realizations. they are called

sylvester lambsbridge is perfectly built to be one of those overwatch coaches that coaches teams at an incredibly high/professional level, but is significantly lower rank when they actually play the game themselves. with most coaches it's, like, they coach at the professional level, but they're only (a respectable) diamond when they play themselves. sy would be Embarrassingly low sr when he actually played though. he would perfectly simulate 500 different game outcomes in his mind to coach the lambs thru a tourney sweep but his own personal rank is, like, mid-silver. because his mechanics and reaction time in-game are just Dog Shit he gets overwhelmed So Easily and he cant do Anything. and it's so embarrassing for him that he pretends he hasnt played comp in years and cant remember his rank anymore "but it was probably masters" if anyone ever asks.

2. out of the ow2 heroes jessie would definitely be one of those sojourn players that just insufferably dominates a lobby. i already said that she would be a high-ranked hitscan dps player & i picked mccree/cassidy as her main before, but sojourn might even be a little better for her, bc shes got the classic gunslinger 'just shoot things with precise accuracy at mid to long range until everyone is dead' playstyle, And shes got a zoning ability that i think would appeal to jessies intellect.

3. this lead me into the train of thought that. sy would probably ask/beg/bribe jessie to play with him to carry him into a more respectable rank than silver. and you know whats a crazy popular duo right now? sojourn/mercy. like, you know those horribly heterosexual duos that are higher-ranked dps player man + mercy player girlfriend who is kind of overwhelmed about being here and is going to spend the entire match Only healing/rezzing/boosting her boyfriend? folks i think this could be sy and jessie but jessie is the dps and sy is her mercy pocket. like it's just so real. you dont have to aim mercys staff for it to work. she can go an entire match without fighting anyone. her job is to avoid enemy sightlines and hold down rmb on a dps player. i KNOW sy is pissing everyone else in a match off infernally badly by only helping his girlfriend even when his girlfriend is actively telling him to stop doing that over group voice chat. "ill rez you" "no sy rez zarya she has ult" "oops i died ." "...it's okay, sy." jessies username is probably literally just Jessie. sy's username is some dumb shit like "WYVERN" in all fancy font. hes probably using the green dragon mercy skin. jessie is having to play protect the president to keep his dumb ass alive. i know this is real. and the beautiful thing is that when jamie is alive he would be the biased pocket mercy to sy's shitty genji. so it rhymes. now that jessie is here sy will be the biased pocket mercy to her non-shitty sojourn.

[herguile-m]

lettie, 10 years after leaving blackwatch : gabriel reyes is an important man to me & to my development into the person i am now . lettie, discovering reaper is / was gabriel : reaper is an important man to me——

[mrfoox]

Playing and talking with my boys will really just not get old. It's been 6 yrs but it's still a good time

[tonberry-yoda]

230 - Cole Cassidy

Pairing - Cole Cassidy x reader

Warnings - none!! (cole cassidy being SUPER FLIPPIN HOT) also not proofread lmao so if there is a mistake... that's too bad ig lolol

Word Count - 1,478

Notes - this cowboy has my heart frfr. lately been having a brainrot. this took me too long to write tho omg. but i feel like im getting a better writing style and i worked really hard on it and my motivation is back!!! <3 i hope you all enjoy and have a lovely day! dont forget to stay hydrated lovlies!!

“Winston!!” You exclaimed, running over to your old friend. The last thing you were expecting was to get a message from him letting you know that he wanted to get Overwatch back together. It had been over two years since you had seen him last.

“y/n!” Winston quickly pulled you into his furry arms, welcoming the tight embrace you put him in. “My, is it good to see you.” He smiled softly, adjusting his glasses as you pulled away from the hug.

“It’s good to see you too, Winston. You look as adorable as ever.” You ruffled the top of his head with a chuckle.

Winston giggled and shrugged your sweet comment off as you heard a sound that you knew had to be only one thing.

Tracer had phased into the room with a huge smile on her freckled face. “y/n?! Is that really you, luv?” She ran up to you and grabbed you by the shoulders, studying every inch of your face without losing her big smile once. “It is! Oh my goodness, y/n! It's so wonderful to see you! I'm so glad you decided to come back!”

You quickly pulled Tracer in for a hug, holding her close. “It's so amazing to see you, Tracer.”

You and Tracer used to work side by side all the time. Getting every mission you were assigned done, quickly and efficiently. She didn't seem to change one bit.

“I can't believe we get to work together again!! I sure did miss working with you, partner.” Tracer winked and nudged you a bit with a giggle. “Oh! And you might get to meet Emily!”

“Emily?” You tilted your head.

“My girlfriend!”

God, you missed a lot.

“Hallo zusammen!!” You jumped hearing the booming, but loving voice of Reinhardt.

“Reinhardt!!” You ran to him, throwing yourself into his giant arms.

You promised yourself that you wouldn't cry, but god it was difficult to hold back the tears. These were the people who you loved, the people you were willing to work with for the rest of your life, the people you wanted to make a difference with.

“Howdy everyone, sorry I'm late.” You froze hearing that familiar southern accent that made your whole system stop.

Yes, you wanted to make a difference with this whole team of people you loved a lot, but this one… this one was an exception.

You turned around and saw… him walk in, the rest of Overwatch flowing in shortly behind him.

“Jesse McCree.” Your teeth were clenched and your mood now ruined.

“Actually,” he put his hand on your shoulder, apparently able to hear your voice that was in a pissed off whisper. “It's Cassidy, pumpkin. Cole Cassidy.”

“Since when?” You didn't even try to hide your frustration as you pulled away from him, trying to walk to the other crew. Cassidy though wouldn't stop following. Just like always.

“Since forever,” he sped up to be walking with you side by side. “So forget Jesse and call me Cole.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You tried to get yourself lost in the crowd, but felt a hand slap onto your shoulder. A metal hand? It was Cole���s… but you don't remember his arm being metal. “H-How…”

“That’s a story for another time,” he removed his hand from your shoulder softly as opposed to how rough he just handled you a second ago, hiding it behind his back. “But what’s your problem?”

“What’s my problem?!” You twisted around, your face only inches away from his. “Do you really have the audacity to ask me that, Cassidy?! Are you acting like nothing happened back then?!” You knew that Overwatch was a place for peace and resolving problems, but Cassidy brought nothing but problems for you. He was the only face you didn't want to see.

“You, little miss thing, were the one who hated me. I never had shit against you.” He smirked and walked all nonchalantly towards the rest of the group, but you grabbed the back of that stupid shawl over his shoulders and flipped him over, gripping his shirt, your face inches away from his.

“Don't act like shit didn't happen.” You whispered through clenched teeth.

“Don't act like we ain't nothin’ sweetheart.” Cassidy smirked at you and you quickly pushed him away, feeling your face heat up.

You hate that cowboy.

“Why are you all the way over there, love?” You perked up hearing Tracer’s voice as she booped over to you with a bright smile. “And why’s your face so red? Are you running a fever?” She cupped your face and you knew you were blushing harder than earlier. That stupid cowboy. He definitely did it on purpose.

“I'm fine, Tracer,” you giggled nervously. “Really. Let’s get back to the rest of the crew.”

“Okay?” Tracer gave you a sidewards glance, but walked with you anyway to the rest of the group, who were all pulling each other into hugs and telling jokes.

It was just like old times. You used to be a group that would try to save the world during harsh times. You would joke around, but also allow yourself to cry on each other’s shoulders. You would walk away from explosions like badasses and go home to stuff your face with pizza.

But all of that just vanished one day. You were alone, trying to help others in your own way. A little lost, sure, but still trying.

Thank god Winston called this meeting. If he didn't, you don't know how the rest of your life would be.

And sure, maybe seeing Cassidy was worth it, even if you wanted to sock him in the nose.

Speaking of him, you and Cole were always at each other’s throats. Was there ever a reason why? No. Not really. You would compete and see who could take out the most enemies and you ended off in a draw. A DRAW. That pissed both of you off, but you didn't know that it would be the last time seeing each other for two whole years.

So you were stuck with a chalkboard in your room. 230-230. That awful number staring at you every morning. You were about to end that streak.

“Wanna drink, pumpkin?” You were pulled out of your thoughts with a jump, seeing Cassidy in front of you, holding a coffee.

You took it with a smile and Cassidy sat next to you, both of you looking out at the happy crowd in front of you.

“What was it? Uh… 205?” Cassidy turned to you with a cocky smile and you just laughed it off taking a sip of your coffee. It was delicious.

“230 actually.”

“230,” Cassidy let out a long whistle. “Damn.”

“I know. I still wanna beat your ass.”

Cassidy looked at you, but your eyes were still glued to the rest of Overwatch. “Do you now?”

You nodded, your eyes finally meeting with Cole’s chestnut ones. “I do.”

“That’s too bad.” Cassidy casually put his hands behind his head, leaning back onto his chair. “Because I wanna do the same.”

“Huh. That sucks.”

Cole laughed out loud, a smile plastering onto his face. “You know, even after how much we show that we hate each other, I am so glad we’re back here together.”

You sighed, placing your coffee down. “Me too.”

“I'm just really thankful that we-”

“Okay. That’s too much. Don't get sappy on me. We hate each other, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right,” Cole grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles. “We do.”

“It's gonna be nice to compete again.” You stood up, your hand still locked to Cassidy’s.

“Tell me about it.” Cole took it as a sign to stand up as well and you walked in front of him, outstretching your arms.

He tilted his head and you pointed with your head to his arms. He smiled softly and knew what to do next.

He leaned down, wrapping his arms around your waist as you wrapped yours around the back of his neck. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. He smells the same as always. Like nice cologne and burning wood.

You held him tightly, strangely, not wanting to let go.

“I know I should hate you,” your voice was soft, almost a whisper. “But I don't want to.”

“Then don't.” Cassidy’s booming voice was vibrating his chest that you were pressed against.

“But I still wanna beat your ass.”

“Then do it darlin’. But don't expect me to just let you.”

You laughed, picking a fuzz off of his shawl before holding him tighter.

He pressed a small kiss onto your forehead and grabbed both of your hands. “It's so nice to see you again.”

“Tell me about it.”

Even though you were supposed to hate him. You sure did love that stupid cowboy.

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@tonberry-yoda

[ow-anteater]

Jesse McCree, pacing around Jack Morrison’s office delivering what should be a ‘rational and level headed account of the Venice incident’: GABRIEL REYES?🧍🏾‍♂️

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING GABRIEL REYES GOD DAMN FOOL GUN DISPENSING 🔫 DUST EATING RAT 🐀 OLD BASTARD SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST CLOWN 🤡 IN THE CIRCUS LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN COWBOY 🤠 MOTHERFUCKING GABRIEL REYES

STOP ❌ INTERUPTING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT GABRIEL REYES I HATE HIM SO MUCH 🤬 WHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP GUNS ⚔️ WHY DID HE DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST SET THEM LOOSE 🏃🏼‍♂️ IS HE DEAD 💀 IS HE A BASTARD 👻 MAN HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THIS ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS MAN 🙈 WITHOUT THAT STUPID LITTLE HAT 🧢 AND I KNOW HE HAS THE WORLDS 🌍 SHITTIEST HAIRDO GET AWAY FROM ME ⛔️

if i wanted to get into heaven 🙏🏽 and god said gabriel reyes’ waiting inside 🧍🏾 i would piss 💦on gods feet 😩 for the sole purpose of getting sent back down ⬇️

if i have to deal 🤝 with gabriel reyes speaking one 1️⃣ word in person 🤵🏾‍♂️ on voice 🎤 on comms 🔈 not only will i close 🙅‍♂️ the channel i will step on my earpiece out of spite 😡 and have to track down 🗺 a recording of our comms later for the experience of being able to skip ⏭ all the times when he is mentioned or alive ☠️✝️

i dont even know ⁉️ why i hate him so much 🤬🔪. he shoots old italian men 🇮🇹 but i am just mad because i am angy 😤

he better have some fucked up backstory 📖 to explain this if hes just some rich shithead whos a fan of deadpool 💀🌊 and wanted to be the irl version ill go ham 🍖

BETTER have had a good excuse for killing a man cuz if he didnt Im going to give him one ⚔️

paypal.com/IFuckingHateGabrielReyes 💸

missions not even about him. 😶 vaguely mentioned what is supposed to maybe be his objective and I lost it 🚯

where the fuck is gabriel reyes if hes still alive 🫀 im going to so deeply wish 🙏🏽 he wasnt 🚫❌

🌸 crusty old man 🌸

ill punch 🤜🏽 reyes and his sad frail old man twig 🌾 bones 🦴 will simply flake apart under my epic 💯 huge 🍆 meat 🥩 fist ✊🏽 and he will disintegrate until all thats left is one final gun he kept on him at all times simply named My Very Favorite Gun That I Shan’t Thrown Away 🥺 in ancient yiddish

im not breathing ☺️ im hyperventilating 🥵 at this point

i hope theres a date 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 given for when gabriel died or will die ⚰️ so i can make it a reminder on my phone 📞

everyday once a year i will see 👀 it and do anything 🙅🏽‍♂️ but pay respects to the man who had so many fucked up guns 🔫🔫

[littlezas2]

...this isnt my potg but i saved it for my cameo at the end

( im the orisa )

[omegaversebutbetter]

Overwatch

Okay lets try this again

Genji: Alpha, one of the motivating forces for Hanzo to duel him and as a result from the "accident" His Ability to smell and produce sents is kinda damaged. He acted very alphaish while part of blackwatch to try and make up for it but nowardays some people dont even realise he is one since hes so chill and dosent act that way anymore.

Hanzo: Omega, got a blocker soon after presenting by order of his father and kept it even after leaving for the convinience of not having heats and because his time in the yakuza basically made him belive omegas are meek and weak and people only looked at them as objects. This causes drama later on. Hanzo is basically feral when joining the team, he holds himself confidently and as if he has poise most of the time but when people try to touch him or somethibg suppr9ses him he is very jumpy and has almost attacked multiple people as a result. This agitation and aggression is partiality made worse by the implant and wouldn't get much better until its out.

Angela: Beta. Ik people normally think she'd be Omega but fr that woman is pure balence. She does get mistaken for an omega allot tho. Her possition as a Beta really helps her tending to all patients so she has no complaints.

76: Omega, had a impact for the super soldier program but once the crisis was over he had it taken out, both to be a good role model for other omegas but also because he just wanted to for him mainly but also for his bf at the time (despite the fact that his eyes still often drifted to a certain other squad leader). Nowerdays he still dosent have one but age makes his heats less frequent and his senses and scent a little dulled.

Ana: Alpha. She is extremely chill for an Alpha but chill in the "I am confident I have complete control of this situation" kind of way, usually because she does. She is known for being calm in arguments with other alphas and often winning those arguments as a result, almost none has seen her in an alpha rage but the rumours are that someone has once and they said it was the most terrifying thing they'd ever seen. Ana has been mistaken for the leader of her packs in the past and despite the fact that she basically is co-leader of evey pack she's in she always makes sure that she's not overshadowing the leader especially when they're not Alpha.

Reinheart: I kiiiinda wanna make him an omega who has litterally no idea what OBA expectations are. He's just the jollyest, largest omega you will ever meet. He does not give a shit what people think of him to the point where he won't defend himself unless someone questions his honour. This leads to people like Ana and Morrison in the past hovering around him and fighting anyone who tried harassing him.

McCree: Alpha. Used to be a brash, cocky, and kinda mean alpha before Blackwatch got a hold of him and mellowed him out through giving him a stable pack with a leader (as opposed to deadlock where basically eveyone fought over being leader). He is the most unmistakably alpha person you will ever meet however he is also one of the softest, kindest and possibly the most adorable alphas you will ever know if you get close to him. He's embaressed every time he growls by accident nowerdays.

Lucio: honestly I can't see lucio as anything other than Beta or Omega so I think probably Beta? But I think none else knows either and if anyone asks he says he'd rather people not know because he'd prefer to be judged my charecter instead of his second sex.

Hana: hasn't presented yet, had an implant bc of the mecha program she was in and hasn't had it out. She dosent really care regardless.

Mei: omega, I dont have much else to add to this, she's small and soft and probably the most typical omega of the bunch.

Zarya: Alpha, much like but in contrast to Mei she is the most typical alpha of the bunch. She has kinda old fashioned views about Alphas and Omegas but after getting her ass handed to her by Reinheart while sparring, finding out he was omega and accidentally being rude to him as a result the others realised she had such veiws and Morrison, Ana, McCree and Mei had a little sit down talk with her. She quickly learnt and when Satya joined later and was rude to an omega member of the pack she was the first to jump up and defend them

Satya: unknown, she has an inplant that has prevented her from presenting since she was a child and still has it. She carries herself like an alpha and looks down on Omegas however she looks down on eveyone so her veiw is often overlooked.

Reyes: Alpha. Pack leader, protective and angy. Nuff said.

Sombra: Beta with blockers that stop her from producing any scent for stealth. She has been a solo act for most her life and Talon with Reyes is her first ever pack so she takes time to adapt but once she does it suits her surprisingly well.

Widow: Amile was Omega. Widowmaker has no heats or scent.

Baptitse: deadass I'm not sure. Could litterally be any. Big soft alpha? Big kind omega? Lovely helpful Beta? I really don't know. I feel like I can't make all medical staff Betas tho...so...omega. He had a blocker put in when he joined Talon and those lot assumed he was Beta or Alpha since he never knew. But once he leaves and gets freedom of a sort he chooses to have it removed. He suffers a little for it but he's generally positive and not insecure about it. He dosent like to share heats with anyone tho, it's the one time he shuts himself off from everyone.

Moira: Alpha. Toxic.

Brigette: Alpha, presented a few years ago. She's like a golden retriever but smarter, if you're her friend she will do anything you ask, gets you random gifts and upgrades, carries anything for her friends no matter how heavy, but if you try to abuse her kindness you'll find she sint stupid and it takes one glare for someone to know you don't fuck with this Alpha. She may be a healer but she could absolutely destroy you if you try to fuck her or her friends over.

Torb: Alpha. Can go into a pure rage in a moment but will never use an alpha voice. He's just a cranky old man who seems to have practically forgotten he's an alpha. Was very proud of Brigette's presenting but gave her a few lectures and lessons to make sure it never went to her head.

Sigma: I barely know this cherecter, can no say

Doomfist: Alpha. Asshole. Talons top dogs and heavy hitters are mostly alphas. It's like...toxic alphaism at its finest. Doom is smart and cunning and wants to complete dominate situations he's in. He's an alpha.

Tracer: can't belive I forgot tracer until now, Omega. She was often underestimated for being a little omega in the past but this spitfire powered through everything in life with positivity and self love and she embraces evey part of herself. She sometimes flies home for heats when they're not too busy and are well staffed so she can spend time with her girlfriend.

Roadhog and Junkrat: Alpha and Omega. They're a couple. No I will not take criticism. These two are mates and do litterally whatever they want as long as they're together. In the wasteland there are no gender expectations, only explosives, violence and love.

Ashe: don't know much about her either but I wanna say omega with major alpha vibes. She is the embodiment of the phrase "power bottom" in every sence

Pharah: mmmmm Alpha. She's stubborn and strong, a real soldier, but if you compliment her muscles or challenger her she will show off.

And I think that's it! Any other ideas? Leave them in the comments!

[fabricated-misslieness]

Can you write a scenario for reaper, soldier 76, baptiste,mccree and genji with a s/o who is being sad because reader think that they dont love they anymore but it turns out that they just have too much work or thinks to do? (ik that you dont like angst much me too but can you do some angst at the beginning and it gonna turn into fluff?)

Overwatch Males x gender neutral reader

Features: Baptiste, Genji, McCree, Reaper, and Soldier: 76.

It’s the same scenario for 5 different people so it’s sorta boring. Anyway, I know I don’t do angst but it’s.. really nice to write… but not the same thing... 5 times... in a row.

Sorry this took so long

Requested: Yes

Warning: Angst

Jean-Baptiste Augustin

Lately, you had been feeling lonely. Baptiste wasn’t home often, or at least as much as before. It felt like he was prioritizing his work over you, which was reasonable since he was a medic, but it’s as if he didn’t even care about you anymore.

When he came home, if he even did, he would come late. He wouldn’t leave a note, wouldn’t even kiss you as he lay down beside you.

In the mornings, he wouldn’t leave a trace behind. The only proof of him being there was the faint warmth on his side of the bed, you wouldn’t even feel the warmth yourself.

It’s as if he was gone from your life.

One day, you were fed up. What’s the point of a relationship if you never see each other?

Your plan was to confront him, stay up late until he came home. Then again there were some days where he wouldn’t even come... back.

Back to you…

No, you can’t have sympathy. He’s the one ignoring you.

When he came in, finding you awake on the couch, he was worried immediately. Why had you stayed awake? You need rest. Granted, so did he, but his work needed him more.

“Something wrong, dear?” His face showed worry, though you mistook it for nervousness, for fear.

“You don’t love me anymore.” Straight to the point, you planned. There was no sugar coating it.

“I--” Jean wasn’t expecting this, he was speechless. He had so many things to say but he didn’t know which words to choose. You took his loss for words as him trying to find an excuse.

Your frown was evident. You hoped that he would’ve objected, but he didn’t. “N-Nothing to say?” He could hear the heartbreak in your voice, you could feel the heartbreak in your chest.

“Baptiste, at least say something.”

You weren’t even using his first name. Your eyes told him everything, you were begging for something, anything! Even goodbye..

“I…” He took a deep breath, he still didn’t know what to say. But if he didn’t say anything, you’d just be gone. “I love you.”

Tears pricked both of your eyes. “You don’t.”

“I do! I do, I promise.” He stepped forward, you scooted back on the couch. “I’ve been caught up with work, I swear.”

You laughed in disbelief, thinking about it. Medics were usually overworked, that’s for sure.. He seemed genuine. He couldn’t have been acting, he’s a terrible actor, for one.

You’re so silly. Just because he’s gone, he doesn’t love you.

You laughed pitifully at yourself. The tears streamed freely now, they were tears of embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” You gasp out.

“No, I’m sorry.” Baptiste pulled you into his arms.

“I’m so silly.” He wipes the tears from your cheeks, prompting you to do the same to him.

“You’re not.” He replies with a smile, just the sight of him alone makes you smile along. “You’re everything but that, you’re my love. You’re my everything.”

 

Genji Shimada

Lately your lovely green cyborg ninja dude had been… distant. That was understatement, you hadn’t even seen him in the past month.

Sure, he didn’t live with you. He was a busy mercenary..or an adventurer..?

He hid a lot of things from you, yet he claimed to love you. Lately, you couldn’t even see it in his eyes. Then again, at least he shows you his unmasked face.

What the hell had he been doing though? He wouldn’t have left you alone without a reason.

He’s spent months away from you without seeing you before, but he’d sent letters, somehow. It’d been a month and a half you had received no letters.

You shouldn’t worry this much, maybe where he is he has no access to.. messengers.

But then, a letter came. The writing was chicken scratch, unlike his usual messy yet uniform writing. It said that he would be coming to you today, or well, whatever today was in the time zone he was at. The thing you noticed, however, was that it had no “I love you”, “I miss you”, “I’m excited to see you again”, just a plain, “I’m coming today - Genji”

Maybe he was in a rush, as an explanation of the chicken scratch.

But it felt odd, it felt off... 

Like the sappy cyborg he was, he’d usually add some poem that he was forced to learn as a child. This time, he had nothing. Even if he was in a rush, as you read one time when he began being chased by wolves mid-writing, he’d find the time to write ‘I love you.’

The whole day you’d spent waiting for his arrival, thinking about his letter and how much it seemed like he didn’t love you anymore.

Sometime after your lunch, he barged into your house.

He immediately took his mask off and ran toward you, encasing you in a hug and smothering your face with kisses.

You tried to see if it was genuine, sincere.

He noticed your frown. His eyebrows furrowed and his smile turned into a frown. “Are you okay, buttercup?” He always used that nickname to cheer you up as he wasn’t to use pet names often.

You could see the love in his eyes clearly.

You sighed bashfully, of course he still loved you. You were overthinking. “Yes, I’m fine.”

Genji brought his lips to yours, smiling into the kiss. He finally got to see you again, after all this time.

“I missed you.”

     

Jesse McCree

Jesse had been distant lately, despite living around on your old farm with you. He spent most of his time these days away from you, doing farm work. Even when all his daily work was done, he’d be outside.

He’d have a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other as he left, but if you tried to find him, you wouldn’t be able to. You had no clue where he was and any place you thought of was empty.

When you did see him, he didn’t look happy at all.

It’s as if emotions drained out of him. That alone would bring you to worry, but he wouldn’t kiss you goodnight, he wouldn’t lay next to you in bed.

He said he needed to do something, but what would he be doing at 9 pm?

What the hell could he be doing?

The town was too far from the farm for him to leave without taking the truck, unless he decided to walk like an idiot.

Maybe he just wanted some space.

Was he not liking farm life? He’d been a bounty hunter and vigilante before he settled down with you, though he continued his former ‘hobbies’ every once in a while. Was he not happy with you?

One night, you wanted to know. You wanted answers.

Right after dinner, he moved to leave, but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He looked nervous, as if he were hiding something.

You led him to sit with you on the couch. “Jesse, are you happy?”

Jesse mustered a small smile, “Of course I am, darling.” It didn’t seem convincing enough.

“Where’ve you been?”

“Is this because I haven’t been kissing you goodnight?” Jesse laughed, but it sounded quite forced. “I swear, I will tonight.”

You frowned, furrowing your eyebrows. Jesse could tell you were getting suspicious of him, but he really didn’t want to say what he’d been doing.

“It’s not about that, Jesse.” You sighed. “You don’t seem happy, you don’t seem to want to be around me. Jesse, if something’s wrong with… with us, just tell me.”

“No, no, nothing’s wrong with us.” Jesse struggled to think of what to say, only saying what had just come to his mind.

“Then tell me why you’re distant.” Your voice was raising. 

He didn’t want you to be angry, he really wanted to clear this up but the surprise he had for you… it was worth exposing, he didn’t want you to think he didn’t love you or that he wanted something else.

“Darling,” He took your hands in his to reassure you. “I’ve been working on a surprise, ‘been fixing up the old tractor.”

You laughed in disbelief, you were so stupid but so was he.

“I swear, I’m almost done. You’re only going to have to suffer through this for another couple o’ days.”

You laughed whole-heartedly this time. Your laugh was contagious for the dear cowboy, causing him to join with you.

“You’ve been fixing up a tractor for a month now?” You said when you caught your breath.

Jesse feigned offense, putting a hand on his chest. “I am no technician. Besides, a tractor getting run over by a truck? That’s a hard fix.”

   

Gabriel Reyes

Gabriel didn’t live with you, something you quite understood. He’d told you most of his secrets, which is surprising because of how fucked up they are, but that showed he trusted you.

Though sometimes you hoped he would live with you.

You knew the dangers very well, he made sure to guarantee you understood and knew them. But all the time you spent away from him, you couldn’t help but ask yourself how he was going. Not emotionally, though you were bound to worry about that sometime, but rather physically.

His job was literally murder people, so ‘self-defense’ was imminent.

Usually that’d be what you worried about, but this time, it was more so about your relationship, your love.

The only times you’d seen him the past month or so was him coming for you to patch him up and immediately leaving, and… well, that was it. It’d just happened a few times.

Though when he did come, he wouldn’t bother taking off his mask. He could’ve been in a rush but to be in a rush three times?

Besides, before that he would visit you 3-4 times a month, minimum. He hadn’t come to visit you, not counting the medical help. You wouldn’t consider those ‘visits’ since he wouldn’t stay for long and said barely a word.

No “goodbye”, no “I love you”, no “I’ll be back soon”, no “don’t worry about me.” Just a gruff, straightforward, “Help patch me up.”. Not even a “please”.

It all made you exasperated, thinking and thinking and worrying.

You were exhausted, you wanted an explanation, but most importantly; you wanted to see him, the real him.

You didn’t want this ghost, this cloaked, masked Reaper; you wanted Gabriel Reyes.

Yet he seemed to not want you.

The realisation of the possibility of him falling out of it, out of your love.. it struck you hard; Sent you into a sharp breath, dragging a sob out of your throat and tears from your eyes.

You despised crying, the way it made you vulnerable, the way it made you look hopeless.

That’s how he found you.

In the rush to get to you, he forgot to take off his mask.

The sight was scary, the well-known murderer and Talon council member rushing over to you while you’re at your weakest. He could finish you off that easily.

You were scared for only a second, remembering that this wasn’t just the Reaper, this was Gabriel Reyes, but just barely.

He reached forward to hug you, but you backed off.

It made him confused, why were you trying to get away from him? Then he noticed what he was wearing. He cursed and apologized, quickly taking off what he could.

“What’s wrong, dear?” He only called you pet names seriously when he found it necessary, whatever case it would be necessary was always a mystery to you, until today. When he did use a pet name, it would usually be followed by a chuckle or a grimace.

“Gabriel,” You stopped with a sob. You hated this. You hated the pity in his eyes. You hated how pathetic your voice sounded. “do you love me?”

“Yes, yes, of course I do.” Gabriel replied as fast as he could, he wanted to reassure you. He didn’t want you to think he was finding excuses or lies while he thought about words to say.

“Do you really?” You didn’t let him answer, despite the hiccups and sobs breaking through your words. “Where’ve you been?”

“I’ve been working.” He pulls you into his arms and wipes the tears from your eyes. As much as you wanted to get answers first, you couldn’t resist him.

“Talon’s rivals have forming alliances to throw us off. I swear, we’ll stifle this just as quickly as it started. But in the meantime, I can’t see you as much. I should’ve told you earlier.” He cursed at himself under his breath. He’s been so caught up that he forgot to tell you.

“I’m sorry.” You wipe the tears from your eyes.

“No, no, it’s okay. You have all the reason to react this way.” He smiled at you, rubbing circles on your back to calm you down. “Do you want water?”

“Yeah.”

   

Jack Morrison

It was silly of you to think a masked vigilante would fall in love with you. As far as you knew, you both liked each other and started dating. That was the extent of your relationship, you didn’t know if you loved each other just yet.

You should’ve paid attention to all the movies.

Everytime the protagonist was a vigilante and they had an s/o, they would end up leaving them behind because ‘it wasn’t safe for them’ or the protagonist ends up dying, rarely.

You didn’t want either of those situations to happen, especially the former. You rather he be alive over.. the opposite of that.

Besides, it wouldn’t exactly hurt that much if he left you. As mentioned before, you just like each other, not.. loved… 

You were lying to yourself.

You did love each other, it would hurt a lot if he left you.

All of this just because he wasn’t showing you his maskless face. You were curious as to how he looked like, sure, but you didn’t want to pressure him into showing you.

You just felt that if he loved you and if he trusted you, he’d show you.

You hadn’t even seen him in months either. There was a possibility he’d already left you, without even leaving a note.

But Jack wasn’t this way, he isn’t the type of person who would just up and leave.

Then again, you couldn’t know that for certain. He held a lot of secrets from you. So many that you wouldn’t know if he was putting up an act around you.

You respected his secrets but you wanted to know the real him.

At the start, you thought he liked you. It didn’t seem like that these days. If he truly loved you, he would give you his secrets.

That’s… something very rude and wrong, but you didn't feel like he was trustworthy anymore with all the secrets you knew he was keeping from you.

The days blurred by without him, you don’t remember when was the last time you saw him.

He came to you one evening, injured and asking for your help.

Of course, you gave it to him, though you guessed you looked bitter by the fact that Jack was worried about you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Your reply was harsher than you meant it to be.

Jack doubted your answer. “Are you sure?”

You sighed, accidentally wrapping one of his bandages too tight from frustration, making him wince. “Sorry, it’s just. I know we haven’t exchanged these.. words, but…” You were planning on saying those ‘magical words’ but you didn’t want to until you made sure it was mutual. “Jack, it seems like you’re falling out.. feelings.”

“What? No, I still like-- I love you.” The words surprised you, but how could you know he truly meant them when he couldn’t even look you in the eyes as he said that?

“If you did, you would tell me your secrets. You would show me your…” The determination in your words faltered as Jack slipped the visor off his face. “..face.”

He was… beautiful.

“I love you.” Jack repeated. He blushed under your attentive gaze, making his face all the more handsome.

“I love you too.” You were stunned, he was stunning.

Jack chuckled, pulling you out of your trance. He raised an eyebrow at you, showing off that he knew full well what he was doing to you.

“S-Sorry.” You looked back down at his bandage. You didn’t even know what you were apologizing for, was it the doubts or the tight bandage?

“It’s okay.” Once the bandage was done, you locked eyes in a comfortable silence. Before you knew it, your lips were locked together in your first kiss. 

His lips were rough, but they felt perfect against yours.

[oopsie0503]

How Junkrat Lost His Arm Theories

please excuse the art I'm begging

Basic Bitch Theory - Explosions 3/10

Junkrat lost his limbs during an explosion. This man works with explosives EVERY DAY, he uses his concussion mines to throw himself into the air. He would have blown his other leg off by now, how in 25 years of his life has he only lost 2 limbs? hes reckless, hes careless, he never learns his lesson, he never even thinks about it. This theory is uncreative and basic as hell, probably exactly what happened anyways, thanks blizzard. it's not like the only 2(Genji and Torb?) characters who have prosthetics that we know the cause of were both earned in a violent interaction, and we also can assume that yes, McCrees was also probably a violent interaction. Give us something juicy.

Infections - 8/10

I really like this one cause it plays in really well with Junkrats design and can even tie into some other theories. Say Junkrats immune system is bad, he only lives in an irradiated wasteland. he gets a few cuts on his arm and leg and they dont treat them/cover them properly. It gets infected, and it's to late to fix it now, they don't have any medicine to fix it. The only option left so it doesn't spread- amputation. With two tourniquets above the knee and elbow to cut off blood flow they chop off his arm and leg. fucking ouch, especially since theres a 0% chance he has any painkillers. this could also explain the bandage on junkrats remaining leg, maybe he got a cut, big or small, but he overloaded it with bandages in a desperate attempt to keep one of his last limbs in tact. of course its probably just an aesthetic choice and blizzard is of course a basic bitch but hey, its neat.

Birth Defect - Never Had Em 8/10 (PLEASE excuse the art)

I adore this one. Like, hes born in a radioactive environment, probably by someone who isn't exactly healthy and would be suffering from the effects of it. And, even in healthy environments this happens, imagine how often it would happen in the wastelands? I just like it because it's one often overlooked for a more action packed explanation, and I just think giving junkrat a non violent limb loss just, gives us something we cant bully him for doing lmao. A calm explanation to something seemingly so crazy on such an insane individual? I love it.

Birth Defect - Conjoined Twins 9.5/10

First of all, I love this one, imagine having a second junkrat, what a nightmare. Second, both missing limbs are on the same side of his body, so that's supporting evidence. Third, yes, I know I came up with this, but damn do I think it's creative? I've never seen anything quite like it, and I've thought about it quite a bit. Tracing back to radioactivity, it's definitely a higher risk to have a conjoined child or twin. theres been twins conjoined at the hip and arm before, so like… is it that hard to combine them I mean? I dont think blizzard would ever make this a thing, that knowledge that junkrat has a sibling out their would make the fandom go fucking crazy. I mean,, itd make me go crazy.

this is my comprehensive theory review. reblog with your favorite theory in the tags or explaining your own theory

[junkercrush]

Halo!!! I dont know your inbox is still open, but could I have a request please? Maybe Poly!Junkers harboring a crush and then dating reader who is really quiet around strangers but tends to liven up around people when theu gain their trust? I just love those two smelly bois! Also, I really like your writing and blog! Thank you!!

You sure can! Here you go:

“The Quiet One” 

SFW

Pairing: Poly!Junkers x Reader

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                                             *~*~*~*~*

Prologue

Overwatch Headquarters: Cafeteria. 2076. Valentine’s Day.

The headquarters cafeteria was decorated in red, pink, and white. Paper maché hearts covered the walls. It was like someone hired an elementary school to decorate the room. Ironically, the entire Overwatch team made the décor. Jack’s orders.

“Ah, the day of romance.” Junkrat sighed as he dropped his food tray on a table beside his crime partner Roadhog. “This is the best time to hit the jewelry stores, mate! Let’s say we get us some diamonds after today’s mission. What do you say, Hog?”

Junkrat noticed Hog hasn’t touched any of his food. He snatched a heart-shaped cookie and followed his partner’s gaze towards the lone eater on the other side of the cafeteria: You. Hog let out a longing sigh.

“Rat,” Hog called out.

“Yeah?” Junkrat answered.

Hog took out a pink envelope from his pocket and gave it to Junkrat. “Could you do me a favor—”

“Wait a minute!” Junkrat sniffed the envelope and gagged. The giant wave of roses rushed through his nostrils. “Are you kidding me? You want me to send a love letter to the Quiet One?”

That’s what everybody in Overwatch called you. You barely spoke to anyone except during meetings. You were a scientist, Winston’s assistant. The people you’ve spoken to the most were Winston, Angela, and Mei. The Junkers tried to talk to you before. You would say a sentence or two before shying away into your lab.

“Please do this for me?” Roadhog pleaded. Junkrat’s eyes widen. He has never seen the Hog act so vulnerable about anyone before.

“Can’t do that, mate,” Junkrat said, crossing his arms with a sinister smirk.

“Why not?” Hog huffed.

Junkrat pulled out a crumpled envelope from his shorts. It had little heart doodles drawn over them. Unlike Hog’s envelope, it smelled like an auto shop.

“Because I’m going to give the Quiet One a love note first!” Rat said triumphantly. He jumped onto the table and started table-hopping towards your direction.

Roadhog growled. “Oh no you don’t, you little—”

Roadhog chased after Junkrat. People saw the big man storming the cafeteria, swinging his hook, and leaped out of the way.

What on Earth?

You looked up from scribbling scientific notes. Junkrat was jumping on tables towards you with his behemoth friend Roadhog running behind, trying to catch him with his hook. You instantly gathered all your books and binders from the table. Unfortunately, you didn’t save your homemade lunch on time.

“NO!” Roadhog grabbed Junkrat as soon as he landed on your table, slamming his face on your lunch. Hog looked at you and immediately wiped Junkrat’s face with a napkin. You hid your smile behind your binders.

“Sorry,” Hog apologized.

You waved your hands at him. “It’s okay, Mr. Rutledge! I—

“Roadhog here wanted to give a love note!” Junkrat shouted loud enough for the whole cafeteria could hear.

Roadhog grabbed Rat’s throat. “Would you shut up!?”

Junkrat only laughed and shoved his motor-oil scented envelope towards your face. “For you, darl! Take it and run!”

“No! Take mine!” Hog offered his pink envelope to you.

You quietly took both envelopes. “Th-thank you.” You whispered.

You didn’t think in a hundred years both of your Junker crushes would pass you love notes on Valentine’s Day. And to think you had to choose one of them to offer your V-Day note. Now, this was your chance.

“Here.” You gave the Junkers two heart-shaped notes. Both, written in gold ink, said:

I like you. Do you like me too? –(Y/N)

All eyes were on you. You couldn’t take the attention anymore. You scampered out of the cafeteria before the Junkers could say anything.

“Looks like we didn’t need to fight at all.” Junkrat laughed. Both Rat and Hog flipped the hearts over. You left them your phone number and private e-mail address.

                                               *~*~*~*~*~*

 Present Day

Your Apartment. 2078. Valentine’s Day.

“You think we’re going to have another indoor date?” Junkrat asked as he set up a romantic dinner in the middle of the living room floor.

Roadhog sighed. “No, we’re going out.”

“Really?” Junkrat blew the fire out from the candlelit dinner. “You know our Quiet One is not quite the people person.”

Roadhog chuckled behind his mask. “Give it time.”

You came out to the living room wearing a long winter coat. The Junkers stared at you curiously.

“Ready to go?” You asked your boyfriends. Junkrat sauntered towards you.

“What you got under there, lovely?” He purred. You backed away from him with a smile.

“No peeking until we get to the bar.”

Junkrat whimpered. “Just a little pee—”

“To the door, Rat.” Hog barked.

“Fine, fine.” Junkrat opened the front door for you. You stopped midway. A faint burning scent danced around your nostrils.

“Rat, did you leave the oven on again?” You asked.

Junkrat giggled. “I forgot about my brownies. Give me a sec. I’ll meet you and Hog down at the parking lot.” Junkrat rushed to the kitchen, cackling.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. “I’m so glad he hasn’t burned down the apartment yet.” You sighed.

Roadhog gently grabbed your hand. “Me too. We don’t need another damn landlord suing him.”

                                        *~*~*~*~*~*

Some folks from Headquarters invited you and the Junkers to a couples’ night out at a Japanese karaoke bar. You always passed the place on your way to and fro from work. It wasn’t your kind of hangout, too noisy. However, it was going to be different since you had new friends along with you. 

“Oi, you’re here! You’re actually here!” Lena, also known as the famous Tracer, ran to you before you could say hi. “I know we don’t see each other much. Do you remember me?”

You shyly nodded. You’ve seen her frequently coming in and out of Winston’s office. She always needed some fixing with the complex piece strapped into her chest.

“Let me take you to the crew,” Lena said. She turned to the Junkers. “Do you mind?”

Roadhog waved his humongous hand. “No problem. Rat and I have to go to the restroom.”

“Do we?” Junkrat asked innocently. His face and hair were covered with soot. Apparently, he almost lost his battle saving his brownies from the oven. Roadhog silently dragged Rat to the little boys’ room.

You took a deep breath. This was your chance to be more social. You’ve been working for Overwatch for four years now. It’s about time to spread your social butterfly wings.

You’ve been watching your co-workers from afar. They’re great people. Thank God, it’s nothing like high school. Your first two years sucked big time. Fortunately, your GPA back then helped you graduate two years early.

You shook the awful, awkward high school memories out of your mind as Lena guided you through the raucous bar. Your stomach rumbled as you spotted a couple playfully feeding ramen to each other. You were definitely ordering a big bowl for yourself as you soon as you get settled.

“Here we are, love!” Lena pushed through a beaded curtain and lead inside a private VIP room. You first laid eyes upon a mysterious red-headed woman. She was in the middle of stuffing sushi into her mouth. She turned to you and waved. 

The cowboy McCree was sitting on a pile of lounge cushions. His arm was wrapped around a Japanese man you’ve seen every blue moon at Headquarters. McCree whispered something into the man’s ear, and the man burst out laughing, blushing too.

“Hello there,” McCree greeted. “It’s about time you came out of the fox’s den.”

Lena grabbed your hand and lead you closer to McCree. “(Y/N), you know McCree, right? This is his boyfriend, Hanzo.”

Hanzo cleared his throat. “Partner.” He shook your hand. “It’s a pleasure.”

“Partner? Really?” McCree whined as he pulled Hanzo back into the cushions. “We’re more than partners, Bud.”

“Hello.” Someone squeaked behind you. It was the redhead again. She was more gorgeous up close.

“Oh, how could I forget?” Lena groaned. “This is the love of my life, Emily!”

“Nice to meet you.” You said.

“You too,” Emily shook your hand. “Lena told me so much about you. How did you end up dating—”

“We have arrived!” Junkrat announced as he leaped into the room. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek. “Hello, love! Getting along with everybody, I hope?”

Roadhog soon followed and spotted the sumptuous Japanese cuisine displayed on the table. “Is this for me?” He sat down and started eating.

“My California rolls…” McCree groaned.

“Don’t worry, we’ll order more. It’s on me.” Lena chirped.

“You mean, it’s on Jack’s tab.” Emily corrected.

“It’s Valentine’s Day. He’ll understand!”

You giggled as you imagined Jack staring at his bank statement with confusion at the hefty bill from a karaoke bar.

You spotted a coat hanger behind you. It was getting hot. It was time you finally removed your coat. Roadhog rushed over to your side as if he read your mind.

“Let me.” He said. You watched his large fingers as he helped you out of your coat. You heard him gasp. Luckily, no one else heard it.

“What’s wrong?” You turned to him and smiled. You stood before your surprised lover wearing a tight sangria-colored turtleneck dress. You wanted to wear something sensual but nothing too risqué.

“Hooley Dooley.” Junkrat gasped behind you.

You pretended it was nothing and shrugged your shoulders. “It’s just a simple dress. I had it in my closet for a while. You haven’t noticed?”

Honestly, you ordered the dress online a week ago. Many reviewers said wearing the dress gave them more attention from their lovers. Some even got laid for it. You had no plans for sex (yet), but you did have in mind a little extra friskiness from the Junkers.

“Where’s the karaoke machine?” You asked, trying to break the Junkers’ attention away from you for a second.

“It’s in the next room,” Emily said.

You tiptoed over to the conjoining room and moved the beaded curtain aside. A microphone stood in a center surrounded by more lounge cushions. A tiny mini bar stood in a corner. A J-Pop band danced on the television with the English lyrics appearing on the bottom of the screen.

“Do you sing, (Y/N)?” Lena asked you.

“I’ll try.” You replied.

Behind Lena, you noticed the Junkers were still gawking at you. You gave them a flirty wink, and they acted like they were going to keel over.

The Junkers were overall pleased you were willing to go out and open yourself to more people. They’ve never seen such progress since the three of you started dating two years ago.  They watched you proudly as you shared your adventure stories traveling with Winston around the world.

You spoke little Japanese to Hanzo (which was a big surprise). You were stationed in Osaka for four months for a scientific expedition. You had to learn the basics to get around.

                                          *~*~*~*~*~*

 After the night was over, Roadhog carried your sleepy self to the bedroom. It was 2:32am. You were tired as all get out. Surprisingly, Junkrat was still full of energy, even though he had too many sake bombs to drink.

“Let’s sing another song!” Junkrat begged Roadhog.

“Shh!” Hog covered Rat’s entire face with his hand. “(Y/N) is tired.”

You only moaned and rolled around on the bed. “Could one of you guys tuck me in?” You asked the Junkers. “One of you can take the dress off.”

Junkrat let out a high-pitched gasp. You chuckled. Where did the heck did that noise come from?

Junkrat hopped into the bed with you and roamed his hands all over your body. “Come here, darl!”

“No, Rat, I get to do it!” Roadhog yelled as he yanked the Rat out of the bed. You could only laugh as the two argued over you and pulled on your dress.

What a way to end Valentine’s Day and a new chapter to your budding social life.

                                                      END

[flaurosdevice]

lol idc i dont play overwatch and i dont hate the idea of him being a poc, i'm just acknowledging that blizzard literally does not care about lore or shit. like lmao ur white why do you care

hey so i stepped back and went hey, maybe i am out of line here and i ended up talking to a friend of mine who’s a person of color and. yes. i do have the right to be mad about this. i know they dont fucking care about lore like. have you even looked at overwatch. but idk why they should be let off the hook for this. idk why this shouldn’t be talked about

and i def understand not trusting a white person to speak about this shit but thats why i didn’t make a post myself. thats why i reblogged one from someone who could put it into better words. if you genuinely think me thinking mccree is a person of color and wanting him to NOT be white washed is harmful then i dont know what to tell you man

[haneys]

do overwatch for ask game now now now

❤ Favorite Male: help its McCree obviously... he's my biggest comfort character since the game came out and it didn't change even when my interest in ow faded. overwatch could drop dead today and he'd still live in my mind rent free like ok BAMF belt buckle. beside him it would be probably reaper or zen... my beloveds

❤ Favorite Female: aughhh its hard to pick but i think it would be Ana... she reminds me of my mom in a way and i remember years ago sitting outside with her and just infodumping about ow lore and she liked ana as well. i love how she's from the "original" trio and beside obviously being a mother to fareeha i love to think she was a mother figure to mccree as well. the way she's a scarred and hardened soldier who had to abound her family for their own good, or so she thought, who lived as a ghost, both more cursed than blessed by the glory days of ow LIKE HELP whenever i think about how she's a mother i just awooga. The way she wants to reconnect with her daughter but knows it might be long too late... The way fareeha never responded to ana's letter lol i camt blame her but... Pain. Gabe Jack and Ana's undoing always was the fact that even tho they weren't one to run, they all seemed to think that cutting off those u care about will be the good move haha. kms

❤ Favorite Pairing: 🤨 this is just giving people permission to make fun of me

❤ Least Favorite Character: ECHO please i can't stand her please please i hate her in game i hate her in lore i hate her design. I swear i tried to like her but i can't she's so ugly. how did they same-face a robot? why does she have an ass crack? and her lore is just literaly Torbjorn and Bastion copy pasted but more appealing this time cuz she's cute and omg look mccree is involved! like kms i swear to good she just murdered bastion and torb and like i cant do this. please get her away from me. Other than that I'd say Jack Morrison but not bc i dislike his character per se cuz i dont, (i mean i do but its like i like that hes so unlikable) but his character makes me want to attack him like just cloack him in his stupid face. also im ok with brig but i never seem to be able to make myself care abt her its like ok im not carrying abt u but good for u. or sorry that that happend. helppp

❤ who’s most like me: HELP um hanzo overwatch my bestie <3 which isn't obvious at first thru internet because we're all here to just have a #laff but whatever

❤ most attractive: :shy: Symmetra and Hanzo (hes so ugly but i have to mention him) beside that Reinhart. Reinhart please text me back

❤ three more characters that I like: AWOOGA im gonna say more than 3 but well Winston of course and I'm saying it unironically i just love him a lot his idealistic optimism his raw hope his bond with the old ow and determination to bring it back his selflessness the way he's so. Awkward like help i want to be his friend. then there's Reinhart and im obessed with his lion heart archetype and i love his booming voice and how huge he is. Zen and Reaper i mentioned already but Doomfist i care him so much you won't understand lawl. AND LUCIO but that's a given cmon. Junkers also produce serotonin it makes me think of niko too hehe

[soft-butch-cassidy]

So I noticed an old post stating that McCree is from New Mexico, but I have in game evidence (Which I did record) That has McCree very clearly say "I'm from Texas" personally, I don't think he's Mexican, just tanned. But we do have Mexicans here as well. So you can believe that he is. (and before anyone says "oh you're just racist" or anything, I'm Mexican)

bro 1st of all i havent played overwatch in like three years so if anything new has happened since like 2017 i dont know. i havent given a shit about blizzard and their garbage racist storytelling and lackluster misogynistic character design in forever. 

2nd of all regardless of what part of the southwest he’s from i dont see why ppl cant want him to be latino? i personally have headcanoned that he’s chicano and native american (specifically, cherokee). hell, even if he was from literally anywhere who gives a shit?? people move! all over the world! there are mexican people who live in europe! chinese people who live in brazil! we got fuckin airplanes! besides, like, cowboys were historically overwhelmingly latino and native american (later, a lot of Black men became cowboys too). and latino people (and a lot of other poc) can be “white passing” esp if theyre mixed. 

and 3rd of all “so you can believe that he is” are you the fucking headcanon police??? thank you for oh so graciously allowing me to headcanon a fictional video game dude as being a man of color. without your express permission i would have been lamenting that i would have to believe mccree is white forever

[kr1msonkand1]

Gency week 6

Day 4: Storm

Pic-Fic combo

IM NOT A WRITER. I only did this for fun.

Heads up: Language, Angst

Storm

Late one stormy night, Blackwatch's agent have newly returned from their recent mission.

Gabe meets up with Jack to give the mission report. Moira quickly scrambles to reach her bunnies at the lab. Mccree getting patched up from the fight. Genji all battered and bruised walked straight to Mercy's lab neglecting anyone who wished to speak to him.

Upon reaching his destination, he's surprissed to see the doctor has done quite a big mess all by herself.

Papers all over the table, few empty mugs, a spilled mug of coffee on the floor, her schedule board covered in pinned notes on every corner and the doctor who dozed-off, head down on the table.

Genji never expected to see Angela this messy.

He slowly walks over to her then suddenly a bright streak of lightning lights the room and a loud thunder broke the silence and woken her right up. Screaming.

She calms down to see Genji just as worn-out as she is. Gaining her senses back she rushes over to him.

"Genji, what happened to you?!"

"..."

"Forget it..." she then let's out a big sigh. "Let's get you fixed up."

After moments of twinking and fixing his cybernetic components she aids his human side. Both remained quite, enough to hear the aggresive raindrops hitting the glass window. They are alone.

"Genji..." says Angela, rubbing his arm with cloth. He looks up to see her face.

"Why are you like this?"

Genji, baffled on what she said, reajusts himself.

"Why do keep coming to me with more work to do?"she continues.

Genji, still tired from the mission begins to mumble.

"What is it? Just tell me." she says now raising her voice.

"This!... Im ruined..." Genji responds.

"hah. Really? You do remember this was yo-"

"No!" Genji interrupts her.

"This is your doing! My brother wanted me dead and yet you brought me back to life! You have may returned my breath but I am not who I used to be anymore all because of you." Genji now yelling at her.

"B-but... your now bette-"

"No I'm not!"

Silence fills the room once more...

Angela now with tears running down her pink tinted face. Genji sees this.

"You know you wouldn't have been going through this if you have just left me for dead" Genji said knowing the impact it had on her.

"You don't even have any idea what im going through everyday so I dont expect you to understand." said Genji "...and to think you were sma-"

"OH SHUT THE FUCK UP!" yelled Angela who's now taken so much of it has had enough. Lightning strikes as if she controlled the weather.

"Your right. I don't have an idea what you're going through but YOU don't know what I'm going through either." said Angela, gesturing extensively. "Yeah sure you're going through shit but so am I! Look around you, my lab is a mess, I have so much work to do and I still have to fix YOU!"

She's never shown this side if her ever. It's always been that caring, strong, and encouraging side. No one were to ever expect her snap before especially at Genji.

Genji triggered by what she said responds:

"I'm the one going around fighting villians while you just sit around here and all you do to me is made me worse by giving me this garbage on my body! I can't even identify who I am anymore, so there no way your life is as rough as mine!"

"Your right... very right..." a tear goes down her face."My life can't be as terrible as yours..."

"See i told-"

"MINES MORE FUCKING HORRENDOUS!" yelled Angela, bursting in tears, desisting Genji to talk. "You're the patient I have to attend to and I'm the doctor who has to go through lots of bat-shit just tend to her patient who hasn't been thankful at all for bringing back his life and giving him an oppurtunity to change!" As she said this more and more tears kept running down. She continues.

Genji froze their thinking of how stupid he was, reflecting on all the unacceptable deeds he has done towards her. His mind was lost in her words.

Angela's affronting and Genji regains his senses after hearing a large thud coming from outside the lab's door. Both straighten up and fix themselves looking at other places. She goes to the door and opens it to find nothing out of the ordinary.

"I hope to see you this friday for your weekly maintanence." turning off the lights and walking out then running to her personal quarters. Sobbing.

Genji walks out and closes the door then procceeds to the lobby to see every major agent suspiciously there even though there wasn't a scheduled meeting. He sits down with his friend Mccree now patched up.

"Wow that must've have been hard for you and Dr. Ziegler." said Jessie

"Yeah it wa- WAIT!" replied Genji. "HOW DID YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IN THE LAB?!"

"JESSIE!!" yelled every agent.

~END~

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Mercy or uhhh Albert Mason for the character ask! 💛

I’ll do both!

Mercy

Sexuality Headcanon: hmmm id say bi or lesbian?

Gender Headcanon: honestly anything works but i usually hc her as a cis lady

A ship I have with said character: MOICY MOICY MOICY

A BROTP I have with said character: mercy and mccree as best bros. they drive the high command crazy why does overwatch even hire child prodigies this was a terrible idea

A NOTP I have with said character: uuuh again i dont really have any lol

A random headcanon: I headcanon mercy as a top/dom usually, she seems very take charge and devoted to her partner, i cant imagine her as very submissive

General Opinion over said character:  big mommy energy, excellent biddies, would be a good gorlfriend, shes difficult to play in game bc jeff nerfed the shit out of her and so she cant compare to any other support, i dont write enough mercy content

Albert Mason

Sexuality Headcanon: oooh he seems like a gay man (kinda awkward, eccentric, weird hobbies, fawns over arthur) but i can see him being interested in women every once in a while

Gender Headcanon: cis man, but trans!albert would be extra cuuute

A ship I have with said character: Albert/Arthur obvs! precious babies

A BROTP I have with said character: lol i dont imagine albert gets along with people very often but i can see him hanging out with other not intimidating gang members or maybe charles chateney (sp?)

A NOTP I have with said character: im not a boy who has a lot of NOTPS let me live lol

A random headcanon: there’s a future somewhere for arthur and albert where they have a gallery of arthur’s sketches and albert’s photos and they live far away from civilization and theyre both shy and silly but somehow they make it work and albert is scared of the man he knows arthur can be, but so is arthur, and they do all they can to put the past behind them

General Opinion over said character:  sweetheart, absolute darling, albert please come back you dont know what you mean to me i’m worried for your safety and arthur needs you. rdr2 is a fantastic game i just wish it wasn’t a tragedy