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froggibus · 10 months
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Hey can I request headcanons for overwatch characters and if their gf was drunk and asked them "would you still love me if I was a worm" with the overwatch men please (you don't have to do all of them but PLEASE include McCree and Reaper)
“Would You Still Love Me If I Was A Worm?” - Overwatch Boys
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Includes: Cassidy, Reaper, Genji, Zenyatta, Ramattra, Hanzo, Lucio + Baptiste (w gn! reader)
Genre: fluff/kinda crack?
CW: general crack, kinda dumb tbh, suggestive in Genji and Baps, Ram is Ram (lmk if I missed anything)
been in a little bit of a writing slump but this was too good to pass up lol. I want to get a bit more writing done this week so who knows how that will go. anyway, enjoy <3 hope you like it anon!
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Cassidy:
“what kinda question is that??”
looks at you in flabbergastation 
you pout and bat your eyes at him and of course, he breaks 
“you’re really not gonna let this go, huh? alright—of course I’d still love you, darlin’. I’d keep you in a lil jar and you could accompany me on my missions”
a jar????
now you’re the flabbergasted one 
jars don’t have air—he’s gonna let you suffocate?? 
what are you?? rainbow dash (sorry)??
somehow leads to him going out into the yard despite it being the middle of the night to try and find a worm
somehow finds one?? 
keeps it in a jar as a pet just to prove he would love you as a worm
even names it after you and pets it’s head and calls it “my wriggly little y/n”
weirdly wholesome experience would try again
Reaper
“of all the stupid shit you could have asked me…”
he says that but he’s already considering it after the question leaves your mouth 
would he love you as a worm? 
“what kind of worm”
what do you mean what kind of worm?? does it matter?? 
obviously the pink wriggly kind 
he has to ponder this 
sits in his chair stroking his chin trying to think of how you would be as a worm
“would you still be able to talk and think or would you be an actual worm”
????
“it would be me if I was a worm, Gabe”
more pondering 
“I’d love you platonically but you would probably have a short life span. I’d throw you a worm funeral.”
better than any response you could have expected but would not try again
Genji
“would we still have sex”
please hit this man
he’s joking of course—he’s not that weird 
“why would you be a worm tho”
just answer the question, Genji
green cyborg ninja dude has no idea what to answer 
will you be mad if he loves your worm self more than your current self?? would you be weird if he said he would love a wormy version of you??
“I would get myself turned into a worm too and then we could have a wormy life together and a wormy wedding and little wormy kids”
“you just want to have wormy sex” >~>
“that too”
at least he’s honest?
exactly as you expected, would not try again
Zenyatta
“a worm? like the insect?”
“yes? what other worms are there”
considers this
“is everything okay?”
poor omnic boy is so confused. are you planning on turning into a worm??? 
please reassure him it’s just a hypothetical and you’re not turning into a worm
goes on a ten minute tangent about how we are all the same in the Iris, and that he will love you no matter what form you take
honestly so wholesome + cute 
“i will care for you in this life, and the next, and all of the ones after that. even the ones where you are a worm.”
good enough would try again
Ramattra 
“No”
way to sugarcoat it, babe
it’s only when you get upset that he sighs and pulls you into his lap
“why would you ever become a worm? is someone trying to harm you? you know I would never let anyone bring harm to you.”
you try to explain that it’s just a hypothetical but he’s already going on a tangent on what he would do if you got turned into a worm
talks for five minutes alone on how he would defeat your enemies and defend your honour 
says he would “put you out of your misery”????
“you would KILL ME?!”
“as an act of honour”
babe….
0/10 would not try again
Hanzo
“why”
idk bro just answer the question 
lots of sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose
“would I also be a worm or am i still human” 
only gets more confused when you say he’d be a human and you’d be a worm
probably looks up worm life expectancy and if worms are capable of love 
“would you even know who I am if you were a worm”
has to ask a million questions before he can give his final verdict 
lets out a long sigh before looking you dead in the eyes 
“…yes”
cute in the end but would not try again 
Lucio:
“would you still love me if I turned into a frog?”
that’s not the question 
somehow it turns into a discussion on if he would eat your worm self if he was his frog self? 
he insists he wouldn’t and would let you ride on his back but you insist his frog instincts would be too strong 
“babe I’ve once seen you almost eat your own finger while eating chips”
“ok and??”
says you guys could live in a swamp together and he would protect you from evil
“I could be like your own frog superhero. I could even sing you little froggy songs”
makes up this entire life of you guys living together as a frog and a worm and him serenading you by croaking songs at night 
honestly it’s the best reaction you could have gotten, would try again
Baptiste:
“i would find you a cure and turn you back into a human”
honestly he’s very amused by this whole situation 
“but what if I want to be a worm”
“if I cure you and you want to turn back into a worm, that’s on you”
fair enough
insists he needs to ‘examine’ you so he knows you’re not turning into a worm 
makes a lot of jokes at your expense too
finally sighs and admits he would keep you in a little terrarium with all the food and nutrients you need 
“ha, so you would love me if I was a worm”
“love is a strong word”
good enough, would not try again
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alexiela73 · 1 year
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Hello there! Can I have Romantic hc McCree, Hanzo, Genji; Platonic Ana, Reinhardt w/ young fem!reader (around 20 y.o), who can be very friendly, funny to the others, seems very confident and says wise things, like some old man ;D, but in fact she feels very lonely and insecure about herself, and she is afraid that she is being imposed on, or that she will be abandoned in one moment.
Pardon my English and for such a big request 😅 But I hope it'll catch your eye and you'll write the answer.
Best wishes and keep safe! 🖤🖤
Hello! I'm sorry but I only do 3 characters max! I hope I don't disappoint too much! Because of how long it got I had to do only 2 though
McCree:
As long as you could remember, you've always had to be strong for the world- show that you were unafraid and able to press forward
When you and Jesse first met, he thought you had the biggest balls of anyone he'd ever seen-even for a lil' lady
The way you could make a room light up, or lead people through some of the toughest moments was something he always admired
He wanted to be the person you could lean on too, if you ever needed
Jesse didn't realize though just how tough your cover was...nor the worry and sadness you felt just beneath that shield of yours
Not until Jesse found your diary
Of course, if he'd known it was a diary, he'd never have touched it. But it was a diary disguised as a regular book. You'd left it on your bed and he'd thought it was maybe a romance novel or some thriller
When he'd opened it and realized what he was reading, he almost put it back...till his eyes caught a few words. Drawn to them, he felt his heart clench.
‘Jesse looks so happy with his friends tonight. I smile, but I feel like an outsider. Do they like me? Do they know I’m not good enough for him? I’m scared for when he realizes it too...’
Jesse had felt his heart clench in his chest, sitting on the edge of your bed. He knew it was wrong, but he read more- there were good things, but so many pages...had similar thoughts. Thoughts that he’d leave you someday. How long had you felt like this, he thought sadly.
“Hey Jesse, you ready to go to...” you had frozen in the doorway when you saw him sitting on your bed, the book in hand. 
Slowly, Jesse closed the book and placed it on your pillow. Swallowing, he stood. “Darlin’....” Jesse said, his a soft croon. When he reached for you, you stepped back, arms wrapping around yourself.
This was the first time Jesse had ever seen you withdraw, or tears fill your eyes. “I...I didn’t mean for you to see. Its...its stupid, right? I...Just...”
“Y/n,” Jesse said, gently but firmly grabbing your arms, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. “Baby, look at me...what you wrote, if you really think that..you’re wrong. I love you, lil’ lady. We belong together.”
A sob seemed to catch in your throat. “What...if we aren’t? What if I’m holding you back-” you said, and Jesse silenced you by crushing you into a bear hug, a hand cradling your head now.
Just that was enough for the dam to break. How 
“Don’t ever say that, darlin’. You’re the reason I’m standin’ here today,” he whispered, kissing the side of your head. “I love you. I love you,” he whispered, as you cried into his chest. “I love you, baby girl. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
Hanzo:
It was difficult to fool Hanzo, in many ways
While he wasn’t always adept with emotion, he knew what it was like to hide ugly feelings below the surface
You were strong, beautiful- just your smile was enough to make Hanzo lose his breath
There were moments though when he’d catch you watching him...looking between him and yourself
When Hanzo would catch you in the mirror staring at yourself...and there was misery
It wounded him in a way he couldn’t describe to see the way you judged yourself, or how you seemed unable to
One day, Hanzo took you to a grand garden in the middle of the Japan. It was popular, but being Hanzo he felt it was best and easiest just to rent out the area for the day so that the two of you need not run into...people
It had all kinds of exotic flowers, though his favorite area in the garden was a massive sacred tree, winding its way up and its leaves blowing in the wind
The two of you took a lunch break beneath it, Hanzo starting to unpack the carefully prepared food he’d made this morning
“Y/n,” he had said as he was placing out the bento boxes, glancing at where you were pouring drinks
Looking up, you had tucked your hair behind your ear. “Yes? Is everything okay?” you had said, and the way your eyes crinkled a little when you smiled made him soften.
“I have a gift for you,” he said, reaching into his bag. “I was hoping you’d open it,” he said, before handing you a box.
“A gift? Its not my birthday or anything,” you said, looking surprised but settling it in your lap. When you opened it, there was a very large, harshly shaped but somewhat circular rock in your hand, and inside was a small hammer. “...Hanzo, what am I looking at?”
Scooching up beside you, Hanzo had carefully pulled you into his lap, his chin resting on your shoulder, as he took the rock and the hammer.
“I may be mistaken, but I’ve noticed lately the way you look at yourself, or at your clothes or your hair. I worry about you,” he says. “This...is you, in my eyes.”
You stared at the rock, not quite understanding. “I’m....the rock,” you said.
“Yes, in a sense,” he agreed, starting to gently hammer at it.
“...In like, an ugly sense? Is it because of how plain it is?” you asked jokingly, but Hanzo frowned.
“No...I worry that you see yourself like this rock. You see jagged edges and the harsh lines, and feel that if I dropped it into this garden, it would blend right. That’s untrue,” he said, seeing the crack forming. Now using the back of the hammer, he managed to crack it in half. 
“You may see the outside when you look at yourself, and think that you are ordinary...but when I look at you, I see this,” he said, opening it to show you beautiful purple amethyst. “I see something...extraordinary. I see a woman so exquisite, so...so wonderful,” he whispered in your ear, “That I can’t help but be so thankful. Thankful that you are mine, and me yours.”
You stared at the beautiful geode...and wondered when he had started to notice. How Hanzo, who was both perceptive and yet sometimes emotionally oblivious, had noticed how you’d been feeling lately... Were you that obvious?
“I...I’m sorry. If I’ve seemed down-” you started, but Hanzo silenced you with the softest brush of his lips over yours.
“I want no apologies, my love. I cannot change how you feel, but I wish for you to talk to me about it. Allow me to comfort you, and remind you that you are more then enough for me,” he says softly. “Can you please do that?”
How had this man become yours, you wondered. 
Leaning your head against his, you sighed softly. “Yes...yes, I’ll try to be more open about it. I love you,” you said softly.
“I love you,” he said softly. 
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chaoticallytiny · 1 year
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I currently have more Overwatch brain rot so have some more platonic headcanons!
If you pick Junkrat up (the man is so long idk how you do it but you do), he’s kinda just like, “Oh? Where are we going??? Cool, an adventure!!!”
Imagine just like,,, giving Winton Winston an industrial size container of peanut butter and a couple bunches of bananas for his birthday/a holiday/just because. You would have a new best friend! (I love him sm)
Cassidy/McCree would absolutely drag you into line dancing with him. He has no shame and will gladly teach you how, so there is absolutely no getting out of it. Sometimes Hanzo gets dragged into it too and Genji films it. Bob also likes joining in from time to time
Ana will gladly take you to do paintball but she will also absolutely walk out of the session without any paint on her at all. Meanwhile, you’re covered head to toe lol
On a similar note, imagine going axe throwing with Junker Queen! That would be an absolute blast oml She would dominate this activity but she’d also help teach you how to improve. She’d be the best coach but also your biggest cheerleader here.
Genji would loooove joking around with you. He also loves pranking Hanzo with you. This (naturally) turns into an all out prank war with tentative alliances (perhaps Overwatch vs Talon, etc.), lines drawn, and no one going anywhere in the base without watching their backs for like a week lol.
I can see Jack/Soldier giving you advice on how to grill things. He’s happy to teach you and is so proud when you successfully grill your first steak.
Reaper will slide you cookies when you least expect it. Blink and you’ll miss him, but there’s a cookie on your desk or on a table next to you and his cape just barely visible leaving the door frame. I love his cookie emote sm
If you befriend Symmetra, she would love to teach you all the cool stuff about what she does and how she designs all her nifty gadgets. She also loves just sitting in the same room with you while you each do your own thing.
This is all I have for now but plz feel free to add to it/drop an ask/etc.! I love headcanons and getting to imagine our faves doing fun things.
Have a lovely day/night/appropriate time label! 💕💕💕
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phantomraeken · 9 months
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10 ships and lyrics you associate with them
OH HELL YEAH.. I'm way too excited for this.
Tagged by @th30ra3k3n
10. Scott x Kira
" oh but love grows where my rosemary grows! and nobody knows like me " - NEED I SAY MORE?
9. Minho x Newt
" if you're lonely no need to show me. if you're lonely come be lonely with me " - minho who feels unloved to newt who feels like everyone only likes him cause he's alby's right hand man
8. McCree x Hanzo
" she's balling for a guy, that cigarette it needs a light " - hanzo trying to help hanzo get over the whole thing with his brother and hanzo doing the same with mccree and his sister
7. Sam x Bucky
" don't blame yourself. cause you tried as hard as hell with the hand you were delt " - sam trying to convince bucky its not his fault and bucky convincing sam he deserves this
6. Stu x Billy
" the red means i love you " - self explanatory
5. Jay x Harry
" if your body matches what your eyes can do you'll probably move right through me on my way to you " - harry to jay who chooses to ignore his feelings
4. Steve x Sodapop ( platonic )
" i'm in love with someone who doesn't know i exist " - steve thinking soda is way too cool for him and soda thinking steve doesn't like him
3. Squid x Zigzag
" cotten candy skies, why cant you be mine? always on my mind " - Squid being in love with the oblivious Zigzag
2. Theo x Liam
" how could a heart like your ever love a heart like mine " - theo with his shattered heart to liams " perfect " heart that is also shattered ( but theo doesn't know )
1. Steve x Eddie
" theres glory ahead but our love will be forgotten. if my heart was still mine i would go to the bottom and apologize to you until the day it went rotten " - steve trying to apologize to eddie for everything that happened to him and eddie trying to tell steve that what happens to the kids is bound to happen
I HATE TAGGING PEOPLE! So anyone who wants! Tag me when you do so! I wanna see
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I loved your platonic yan OW hc. Can you write one where the reader leaves base, doesn’t escape but just walks around training grounds. When caught what will happen. They didn’t escape/leave. Who will react worst and who will find them first. Stuff like that
-Well, that’s going to be a tough situation. On the one hand, you’re going to be dragged into the meeting room yo have your ear talked off about how dangerous that was and how you can’t just go outside, but on the other; this is what they wanted. They wanted you to stay.
-The ones who will take it the worst are Mercy, Genji, and Mei, in descending order.
-As the first one on the scene, Genji will react pretty bad, ready to attack. That being said, he will get some pause after a moment, wondering why you’re not doing anything. He still thinks you ought to be punished, but he mostly just wants to confine you to your room because you didn’t let anyone know.
-Mei would feel extremely sad and go into melodrama over this, crying to you about why you didn’t think Overwatch was good enough. She’ll also get others a little annoyed with you over it, but she does still in part blame you for this, and would likely take away any remaining privacy you had, going so far as to add security cameras to the bathroom for a couple weeks.
-Aaaand Mercy takes it the worst. By far. Like, seriously, it’s not even close. She wants you to be tied to the bed for a month after that. She is the person who needs to be talked down from trying to commit violence over this situation.
-That being said, on the other hand, there’s Tracer, McCree, and Lucio, who would likely be trying to encourage the reader to have a little bit of freedom to walk around on the outside of the base, insisting that little freedoms keep you from making rash decisions.
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findthebae · 3 months
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i am Hanzo Shimada from Overwatch. i am almost 18 and i am mainly looking for Cole Cassidy/Jesse McCree, who i remember being romantically involved with (although i do not mind having a platonic friendship as well). while he is the main person i am searching for, it would also be nice to meet Genji as well (obviously platonically), preferably younger than i am since he is my younger brother. however, anyone from Overwatch would be nice to meet.
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cooliofango · 1 year
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Overwatch
Masterlist of Masterlists
Omnics will be platonic or romantic— no nsfw for the robos!
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Jesse McCree/Cole Cassidy
[Platonic] Friendly Advice
Western Dress-Up Headcanons
Sombra/Olivia Colomar
Morning Comfort
Genji Shimada
Recovery
Reaper/Gabriel Reyes
Fluff Headcanons
Soldier 76/Jack Morrison
What A Miracle
Lucio Correia dos Santos
Kissing Lessons
Moira O’Deorain
Fluff and NSFW Headcanons
NSFW Alphabet
Short Reader Headcanons
Mercy/Angela Ziegler
Angelic
Kiriko Kamori
Scars Headcanons [TW]
Pharah/Fareeha Amari
Scars Headcanons [TW]
Brigitte Lindholm
Scars Headcanons [TW]
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woodcries · 1 month
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shipping call. for angela ziegler / overwatch. by liking this, you are telling me that you are interested in the possibility of a ship (romantic, platonic, familial, antagonistic, etc.) with this character and i will take that into our future interactions and plotting. crossovers are encouraged. * ship biases: moira, cassidy (mccree), amelie
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colecassiidy · 4 months
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Laws
I. please dni if you, the mun, are younger than 21+ years old. by interacting with me on this blog, you are telling me that you are a legal adult and therefore i will be treating you as such.
II. This blog runs off a ghost queue of ~1/day. My RP Prompts/Memes are always open! and I have a wishlist here!
III.  i will write with duplicates, ocs, and x-overs! i treat every plot and muse as their own separate verses, unless discussed otherwise (that is to say, i do not have over-arching plot/narrative on this blog and i do not practice mains and affiliations). because of this, i would very much prefer plotting over memes. even with canon ovw characters, lore is very vague and wishy-washy and there’s much room for interpretation and differences. come to me info-dumping me about your character and i will try and find a way where i can fit :p If I have followed your blog and have not yet reached out to plot, i either immensely enjoy your writing or i have yet to formulate a proper way to reach out; the latter of which can take a bit of time, so i will appreciate any and all patience :pray:
III - A. if there is no biography on your blog in regards to your muse, i may not follow back.
III - B. While I am duplicate friendly, I would politely request that if you ship your muse with a duplicate cowboy that we do some plotting before hand. My personal joy is finding threads/directions that have not yet been taken and exploring them to diversify the experience, which includes exploring other verses if need be.
IV.  this blog will contain graphic depictions of violence, drinking, and smoking – due to my realizing it too late, there are threads and images that are not tagged for blood. if these are things that discomfort you, i would highly recommend not following this blog :(
V. you can call me tek, i am 25+, i am here to be a complete and utter clown. i’m sorely lacking in graphics and icons but please do not let this stop you if this is something you utilize!  i also use the beta editor and, due to simple preference, will be avoiding writing with blogs that use the legacy formatting in long term threading. i write a lot on the phone and the legacy format is incredibly unfriendly towards post snipping; in the best interest of creating an ease for myself, i am going to begin enforcing this rule. 
VI. i do not intend on writing smut. please respect this, thank you! as somebody who has always had aroace tastes in fiction, i am more obsessed with friendships and complicated relationships as opposed to exclusively romantic/sexual ones; i find it incredibly difficult to insta-ship and trying to develop dynamics that are based off of flirting alone (platonic flirting is easier for me to do and something i will write him doing; if your character is not sexually attracted to him and if i do write a line towards your muse in this nature, please do not feel as if i am forcing a ship on you; i am very content and happy with my platonic relationships!). i do think cole has a healthy libido and can be quite a bit of a charmer when he wants, but it’s really just a writer problem on my end. 
VII. depending on the timeline, my writing will address cole as jesse mccree or cole cassidy following the name that he was using at the time. for simplicity’s sake, he will simply go as cole cassidy for any interactions outside of overwatch. because of the sensitivity of this topic, i will generally not follow overwatch blogs first. i’m adaptable upon request otherwise. if you have explicitly stated that you do not want to follow or write with blogs using that name (and all the power to you, there is no bad blood), i will hardblock in order to avoid future confusion and stepping any toes.
VIII. i’ve been a para roleplayer - (with a past avg of ~200 words - key words being past tense lol - i genuinely don’t think i can consistently do 200 these days); i would rather avoid novella, semi-lit, and literate threads as my energy levels are just absolute dog. my lengths can greatly vary to what the thread calls for, and thus i’ll be just as flexible with you. just, y'know, as long as we aren’t sending one-liners to para’s. chat rps + crack are always fun, and i’ll gladly participate!
IX. i respond to whatever i see that has been responded to (this includes ask answers - my default is to usually make threads out of them since i grew up with those acting as starters back in the day lkjsldfa; feel free to inform me if that is something you would prefer me not to do if it is not spoken in in your rules!) if you would like to drop a thread by simply not answering to it, i have no issue of this!
X. i’m slow, i’m so so slow, and i’m sorry - i have 2 jobs :’) my dashboard can also be quite quick at times and i will miss a good number of my mutuals that are located in different time zones and won't see posts until weeks later by chance of them coming up in my for-you.
XI. i want to make a disclaimer that i do block liberally. i've had to block blogs due to my for-you being flooded with blogs i'm not mutuals with and that it'll be so consistent they are all i see until i press the block button aslkdjfsl. It is not personal,
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startold-a · 1 year
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ON BONDS / MAINS. As a reminder, I will not do exclusives. I am a little hesitant to do bonds with people who do, because of a bad past experience, but that doesn’t mean I won’t do it at all. 
Mains are open for all sorts of relationships : romantic, platonic, familial, etc. 
If we've had some interactions and plotting and you're interested in becoming mains, just let me know! I'll make a tag for all my bonds once I figure out how I wanna format them.
I typically take 2-3 mains of a certain character ( with the exception being ocs, since they're the only one ) because I like to be able to give attention and thought to each bond. ocs are more than welcome as mains, too - please come talk to me about your ocs, I love to hear it. crossovers are also open for mains. come talk to me, let's vibe.
so for example, I would take 2-3 mccree mains for angela, or 2-3 reaper mains for widow, etc.
warning : becoming mains w me means I'll dm you silly memes and incorrect quotes. I like to have fun w it.
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I loved the platonic ask with Hanzo💙. Can we have Platonic love with Mccree please? [love your blog 💕✨]
A/N: I will never not love platonic requests, friends. Platonic stuff is just… so good.
Platonic Hanzo
Tip Jar
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McCree
He is the chaotic dude-bro friend with a heart of gold that everyone needs in this life
McCree’s just a himbo, tbh,,,
Y’all doing stupid shit together and recording it to send to other people
Might be cool and stupid to you guys but it’s just stupid to everyone else
You have so many clips of him doing the goofiest shit while absolutely hammered on your phone
You’re either the designated driver or you’re both getting hammered and passing out in an alley to wake up cuddling each other the next morning
McCree sending you selfies while something very chaotic and probably dangerous is happening in the background, usually during serious missions
McCree sending you seven-second-long videos of him talking super chill like there’s not fighting happening all around him and like he’s not shooting at someone offscreen
The last two seconds are usually something exploding and the video cutting off
Not that this is relevant at all but somehow his phone always survives
You either learn to live with Jesse’s shit or you live in a constant state of anxiety that spikes slightly whenever you get a text from him
You and McCree texting during very important meetings, trying to make each other laugh
Jesse usually cracks first because he just keeps glancing and grinning at you; the grin eventually turns into a chuckle and then there’s no stopping it
Soldier having to place y’all on opposite sides of the room like some naughty school kids
McCree somehow being the best and worst wing-man ever
He starts out really well but it always goes south so quickly if you don’t shut him up
Starts talking about how great you are, then it moves into embarrassing story territory and you literally have to tackle him to make him stop
The person he was talking to is usually gone long before you stop pummeling him
Jesse just also casually flirts with you all the time
It’s up to you to decide whether you flirt back, but if you do, prepare for a flirting war
He is not afraid to kiss you
He’ll do it
Don’t test him
Or do, he doesn’t care
He’s hella protective of you
If anyone’s bullying you, he will throw hands
If someone’s in your space and making you uncomfortable, here comes McCree, pretending to be your partner who will definitely kick the creep’s ass
If you’re going on a first date, he’s chilling in the background wearing a terrible disguise but making sure you’re safe either way
He’s the type of friend who, if you ask him to call you with a fake emergency to break up a bad situation, he’s creating a whole storyline and just… keeps going
You being on the verge of laughing while listening to a supposed message of your mother dying in a super elaborate plane crash involving a UFO is not a good look, but he gets you out one way or another 
If you get stood up, he’s your date now, no ifs/ands/buts
And he’s paying, you put your money away gdi
If this is the case, he’s going all out
Super fancy
He cleans up very nicely when he wants to
Y’all cuddle, have a drawer at each other’s place, sleep in the same bed sometimes, change in front of each other, and it’s just chill
People who don’t know you guys well definitely think you’re dating and McCree will milk that shit for all it’s worth
Yet again, you probably have to tackle him to get him to shut up
Or you can go with it, fake a proposal, and get free cake
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crispynuggetbutter · 2 years
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I really enjoyed your story “Trouble”. Bittersweet love it 😍. May I ask, what type of father is Jesse?
Overwatch Jesse as a single father
Hmmm… I think that a a non-yandere version of Jesse would be pretty chill. Jesse playing the role of a single parent, trying to navigate parenthood for the first time with his child would be pretty fun. I think that he would be over bearing when it come to his child’s safety but I can also imagine him saying “it’s just a snake, it don’t bite” and then you get bit and he’s panicking and your screaming and then the two of you are in a hospital for a week…
I can imagine him letting his child drink beer and smoke with him sometimes and also let you drive before you can fully see over the dashboard. He’d probably give you the worst advice possible but still have the best intentions. “The next time that boy at school says something like that, punch him in the face and set his book bag on fire-” and then you’d be in the front office covered in ashes and he’d act shocked in front of the principal but low highkey be proud of you and take you out for ice cream… :3
As a single parent he would just tell you to “Be safe and don’t be stupid”. Of course, you’d be able to hold your own bc he would have taught you how to use a gun before you were 12. I can image him kneeling behind you and helping you steady your arm while aiming during shooting practice. Saying “hold it steady and then shoot…” and he’d be helping you clean your gun and take it apart.
He definitely wouldn’t be the best at helping you with homework or any school related stuff but he’d be awesome at being your best friend.
Hope u liked this!!! I’ll be yandere platonic Jesse headcannons later!
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kin---aesthetics · 7 years
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Howdy. If you don't mind, could I request an aesthetic for a noncanon Overwatch hero? Black and white for colors, hints of a platonic relationship with McCree, anxiety issues, glitching, a romantic relationship with Hanzo and some things dealing with Blackwatch?? Sorry if this is a lot, you can pick and choose. And tag @intoaninkyblack, if  it's not too much trouble? Thanks.
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Here you are! I hope you like it!!
If you feel like anything needs to be changed, please don’t hesitate to ask!!
-Mod Knight
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Oh thanks! Can I request a hc for mccree being uncle for teen!male!reader? And how would reader react that Mccree and Hanzo adopting him because reader’s parents...(let’s not talk about it). And how would he kill react that he’s gonna be uncle for Reader ? Lol
Jesse McCree x teen!male reader (platonic)
Kill...react..?
Requested: Yes
Headcanons of McCree being the reader's uncle.
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First reaction, he’s excited. He gets to be an uncle! Though he feels a little sad for the fact that he knows that his sibling can’t be an aunt/uncle, but happy nevertheless.
Second reaction, after the gushing about over the first, he’s nervous. Is he going to be a major part in your childhood? Is he going to be that one uncle that says ‘I changed your diapers’ and you have no idea who he is? Is he going to be the cool uncle?
So many questions, answers we can’t know until you’re like, 12.
He definitely wants to be a big yet not so enormous part of your life, y’know? Like he doesn’t want to be as enormous as your parents, yet he doesn’t want to be just something like a friend of yours.
He doesn’t know what he wants to be to you, apart from the cool uncle, and how to get there.
He buys parenting books, definitely reads them first before giving them to your parents.
Fast forward to when you’re born.
You’re absolutely precious and he loves you from the start.
He bunks over at his sibling for a while, since he really wants to be there for you and them but it’s a little weird.
They didn’t even ask for his help.
So he distances himself for a little while, y’know, lets your parents figure some stuff out on their own at first then he comes back in.
Your parents are grateful for the help, yet they have their own problems… problems we shouldn’t really talk about.
So he ends up being an enormous part of raising you again, not what he intended, but it’s what’s needed.
Sometimes, as you start to gain more consciousness and all that, it feels like he’s more of a parent than your own are.
He does become the cool uncle which is a feat he’s really proud of.
He’s there for you all the way, especially during puberty.
Your parents don’t know how to explain things, so he’s there for it. He’s trying his best to explain and his metaphors might be too outlandish but they do the job.
Despite his own puberty having been what seemed to be ages ago, he remembers it clearly. Both the puberty and the hormones it brought, which kick-started sexuality questioning and all that shit.
Whatever you decide you are, whatever you decide you want, he’s with you, supporting you, loving you.
A few years after your puberty, your parents started being… incapable of taking care of you, which forced Jesse to take up the spot as your new.. Dad.
To be honest, you were glad, you were really really glad. Your parents didn’t treat you as well as you remembered, but maybe you thought they treated you just like Jesse did, when in reality, they didn’t. It’s better not to think about it.
Packing up your stuff and moving over to Jesse’s was easy, Jesse was glad you were glad about it.
He even had this big talk organized about how he needed to take you from them and how even if you denied it, he couldn’t let you stay with them.
Honestly, he didn’t want to say it, so he was relieved to hear you were up to it.
But then… there’s introducing Hanzo.
Little weird at first, having this guy, this complete stranger, come into your life and become your new.. second dad?
Hanzo’s not really good with kids, that’s a thing you all learn quickly. The good thing is, you’re already a teen, way easier to take care of than, as Hanzo says, “those bald little soft things”
Jesse tries his hardest not to have the “stepdad complex” on both sides, him and Hanzo. Luckily it doesn’t happen with him, but it sort of happens with Hanzo.
As soon as you present the signs of the “stepdad complex”, he’ll bring out board games, sports, whatever it takes for you to bond and be comfortable with each other. You two are the loves of his life, the things he lives for, he can’t just have you two be completely separated.
He hopes to god this shit works.
Then he realizes bonding is probably not the only thing that will help. He brings out all those parenting books from years ago and starts reading up again.
How’d he get a foster parent book in there?
Anyway, the tips in the book work, for the most part. The rest of your ‘problems’ are sorted out by Jesse figuring them out himself.
He’s really really happy that you’re finally.. a family.
When he realizes this, he’ll tear up. You’ve both gotta be there to comfort the big teddy bear cause the tears ain’t going away till you do.
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❝ Jesse McCree. Been a while. You promised you’d write.❞ ❝ Well, Ashe... I’ve been kinda busy.❞
gif request meme: favorite platonic relationship & Overwatch Jesse McCree & Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe
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A Stranger in the Night
Summary: It has been years since the fall of Overwatch. Many agents had disappeared or had been killed. Genji himself had travelled to Nepal, leaving the debris of what used to be a family. He had been content with not knowing what had really happened, to move on. That was before he gets an offer that he might not be able to refuse.
Word Count: 3,066
Fandom: Overwatch
A/N: I wrote this in like a day so I'm sorry for any mistakes. I don't know where this idea came from, I kinda just pulled it from out of nowhere and had to run with it. And like,,,not happy with this and it's all over the place but. I haven't posted in forever and this was the first thing I actually finished. Hope you enjoy it!
Genji used to hate mediation. Despised it, actually. It was a simple, well-known fact by many who knew him.
What was he supposed to do for the whole time? Organizing one's thoughts to only flow and not focus was extremely difficult and took patience, something that he rarely had. Having zero patience for anything, most of all meditation, had carried over from his past life more than anything else.
It took a long time to get into the rhythm, to finally appreciate it. Zenyatta was a big cause for that, but once he had started getting good at it, it felt good. He had started to feel at peace with it, to feel confident in himself.
This is why, when Hanzo had shown up at the monastery a few months ago, months after their original reunion, Zenyatta had suggested that Hanzo participate in the group meditation with both of them and the rest of the monks. Genji remembered all of the times he had spotted Hanzo meditating under the sakura tree in their garden and quickly agreed to the idea, leaving Hanzo looking totally helpless. The fact that he probably only recalled a time where Genji couldn't meditate or focus stung him more than it should have, and he was determined to prove him different.
You could tell that Hanzo was hesitant, about the offer and everything else. He still acted cold and snapped easily, always pausing before doing something or quick to lash out. They walked on thin ice together, but Genji noticed that it had started to become easier the past few weeks. Hanzo was starting to smile just a little bit more, his sarcasm coming back bit by bit. It was hard, and it was frustrating, but slowly, after so many years, Genji was finally getting his brother back.
They were all currently meditating right now, most of the monks gathered in the main room of the monastery. He pondered the difference in Hanzo from the past and present, allowing the thoughts to form but never grabbing them, only letting his fingers brush against the surface. When that had satisfied him he thought back to the first day he had gone for a walk on the beach back in Japan after meeting with Hanzo, the freedom that had been so sweet to taste finally being given to him.
The salty wind tossed his hair this way and that, the sand warm beneath his metal toes. He could not exactly feel it the same, but he knew and understood what it was supposed to be like. It would have to be good enough. The waves tumbled and splashed over each other to the shore, Zenyatta standing in them looking as peaceful as ever. The birds called out their beautiful songs, the sun warm in its graceful touch, lighting up everything underneath its gaze-
THERE IS SOMEONE BEHIND YOU DANGER THERE IS DANGER THERE IS SOMEONE-
His eyes snapped open and he jumped up, startling the rest of the monks out of their meditations. Heart pounding madly he withdrew his shurikens from his knuckles, ignoring the whispers around him as he took in his surroundings-
There.
He snapped his hand out, just catching the dagger as it became so close to his face he had to go cross-eyed to look at it. Stunned silence hushed across the room, all eyes on the weapon. There was a sound of footsteps behind him, coming nearer. He almost lashed out, restraining himself from reacting at the last minute because 'Hey, Hanzo, I was a little on edge and your footsteps startled me so sorry for stabbing you.' does not seem like a good step towards repairing their relationship.
"Come out!" Hanzo barked, appearing next to him with a small blade. Genji briefly wondered where he got it.
A flash of purple to their right. He turned to face it, moving to a pose that would allow him to quickly throw his shurikens or run. Neither was ideal, but he would do what would have to be done.
A woman was there against the wall, half her face and body covered in shadows and the other lit from the warm candles. But even though she was half-hidden she was still recognizable. His heart sank.
Genji knew her.
She worked with Talon.
"A guest. Who you are?" Zenyatta asked once he rose from the floor and settled into his usual lotus position. If you didn’t know him well then it would be believable to think that he was fully calm. The woman walked closer to them, revealing her full self. Shades of purple, pink, and blue covered her head to toe, electronics covering numerous parts of her head and clothes. Even her hair was purple, and Genji would have found it amusing had it not been who it was.
"You can call me Sombra. I have an offer for you," she stated calmly, somehow not bothered by her position. Genji tossed an uneasy glance to Zenyatta, who folded his hands in his lap.
"May I ask about this offer?" Zenyatta hummed, his orbs dancing around his shoulders, meaning he understood the warning Genji had been trying to give. Sombra smiled, shaking her head.
"An offer for him," she pointed directly at him, and Genji felt his blood run cold. What could she want with him? Sure, he had been - and was - enemies with Talon, but he hadn't fought them outright in countless years. For one of them to appear out of nowhere to come after him now was unlikely.
But it was odd for them to send someone to face him alone. He didn't sense any other agents hidden from his sight, but that didn't automatically mean they weren't there. He'd have to be careful.
"State your business," he said, even if his mouth ran dry.
"I have information on the fall of Overwatch."
It was as if there had been a blanket put on them. Everyone froze, staring at the women in front of them, unmoving.
"Let us go somewhere more private," he said after a moment, the air becoming too thick to think let alone breathe or digest her words. Someone grabbed his wrist, light enough for him to break free but firm enough to be forceful. Genji turned to face Hanzo, whose lips turned down in a deep frown.
"She works with Talon," Hanzo hissed in his ear, sending a distrustful glare to Sombra. "Please do not-"
"It is fine, brother," he assured, squeezing his hand gently. He decided to ask Hanzo how he knew she worked with Talon later, "We will be but a moment."
Hanzo didn't look happy but he nodded and stepped away. Genji could feel everyone's stare on their backs as he led the two of them to the garden, but Hanzo's was by far the most intense. He wasn't worried about leaving the monks, knowing full well that both Zenyatta and Hanzo could take care of any stray agents.
"Pretty good security you got for a monastery," Sombra commented once they were out of earshot, running her fingers across the walls, "makes me wonder what you're hiding."
"We are not hiding anything."
She hummed, bringing a finger to her chin, "This Iris seems to say differently."
He would not play this game with her. "Is this a part of the deal?"
Sombra only grinned.
He led them through the few halls and large entrance to the little garden which was thankfully empty. He turned to face her, tossing his shurikens in and out of his knuckles, both a nervous habit and a warning.
"What do you want?"
Sombra rolled her eyes, mumbled something in Spanish that Genji knew Reyes would have washed McCree's mouth out with soap for, and pulled out a tiny black drive, twisting it so it shined in the bright moonlight.
"Everything you'd ever need to know is on here. Anything about yourself, Overwatch, even the mysterious Reaper that's been prowling about," she said, smiling smugly. Genji scowled.
"What's the catch?"
Sombra laughed, leaning on his shoulder, "Whatever do you mean? Can't a friend help out a friend?"
Ah. So that's what she wanted.
"A favour for a favour," he clarified, shrugging her off. She leaned back, placing her hand on his shoulder instead.
"Favour for a favour," she confirmed, inspecting her nails. She almost reminded him of Moira.
"And what exactly is this favour you want me to do for you in return?"
"Well, that's the question now, isn't it? I don't have anything for you." She held up one finger. "Yet."
This was a dangerous offer. He shouldn't be considering it. Genji turned away, her hand slipping off his shoulder and crossed his arms. The drive could likely be a fake and he would be indebted to someone who should be his enemy. This could be his destruction, destroying everything he and many others worked so hard and so long on. Who knows what could be on there, what could happen if he agreed to the deal.
...On the other hand, if the drive was real, Sombra had said it contained information on many things - things that could help him and the other split members of the fractured Overwatch. Information that could piece back the true story of the past and what really happened besides guesses, cover-ups, and his own blurry memory.
It was dangerous, but if what was being said was true, he could not give up this opportunity.
"Favour for a favour," he said quietly, keeping his voice even as he turned and extended his hand. Sombra grinned again but this time with more teeth, placing it in his palm carefully.
"I'll let you know when the time comes, amigo." She said, moving away and stretching. Just when he thought it was over she jumped up in front of his face and tapped the middle of his helmet where his nose would be.
"Boop," she cackled as he jolted back before she disappeared in a flash of purple, leaving him alone in the cold air of the garden. His hand felt heavy, the weight of what he had done sinking in. He glanced down at it and sighed.
"Was it worth it?" he muttered into the night, but not even the wind answered him.
Feeling empty he headed back the way he came, weaving through the huge halls. The main hall was deserted when he arrived back there, so he headed out to the main courtyard in his search for either his master or brother. He had no idea if he was going to tell them about what had happened, but he didn't want them to worry if he didn't find them soon.
He rounded the ginormous entrance to spot two familiar figures, and he smiled slightly, jogging over to catch up to them. He made sure to make his footsteps noticeable, and they both turned to face him as he neared.
"Welcome back, my student," Zenyatta greeted warmly, though Genji could tell he was concerned. He was glancing around the courtyard, though he did it more openly than Hanzo, who was trying to act a bit more stealthily. "May I ask what happened?"
Genji opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. It didn’t matter in the end, considering he couldn't even get a word out.
"You took the deal," Hanzo butted in just as he was about to speak, and Genji snapped his gaze over to him. Hanzo was staring at his left hand, where you could slightly see the tip of the drive peeking out of his fingers.
No point hiding it now.
"Yes. I could not give this opportunity away. Not for what it's about, nor what's on it."
"Genji…" he trailed off, eyebrows furrowed. Genji tightened his hand, hiding it further behind his back.
"You don’t get to judge me on this," he said, a little harsher than intended. Hanzo's eyes widened in surprise and even Zenyatta seemed to stiffen before they both nodded, Hanzo's eyes fluttering shut like how he used all those years ago when he had been disappointed in him. Some things never changed, he supposed.
He shifted, regret washing over him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so harsh. But you don't understand." He looked down at the small device, his shoulders slumping. "You would have done the same."
"We don't understand," Zenyatta said smoothly, floating to his side and placing a cool hand on his back with enough weight for Genji to feel it through his armour. "Maybe we never will. But we will support you on your decision, even if I hope you understand where we come from as well and try to listen. However, if you feel this was for the best, then that is all there is to it."
Genji nodded, but through the privacy given by his helmet he pressed his lips together. That's the thing, he wanted to scream, I don't know if I did the right thing.
Zenyatta was staring at him curiously, tilting his head as his orbs chimed sweetly.
I don’t deserve you.
Zenyatta would have waved it off like he did every other time, with reassurances Genji sometimes still doubts he deserves and a tone he could only describe as amused.
"Let's go inside," Zenyatta suggested, already guiding him gently to the village gates. "It's getting late."
Hanzo trailed behind them as he and Zenyatta walked side by side to Genji's little apartment in silence. The few monks and villagers were watching them with unashamed curiousness as they walked by, and Genji knew that it was likely almost everyone knew about the incident at meditation today, even if it was currently about one in the morning. He had learned quickly that, while peaceful and friendly, gossip still ran through the area like a wildfire.
He almost bumped into Zenyatta, who had stopped at the doorway of his apartment, having let his thoughts roam free. He apologized quietly, a little confused on how they had arrived in what seemed to be too soon, but slid the door open and headed inside.
The photo of him and Hanzo as teenagers was the first thing his eyes settled on, just like every other time. It had been a huge step to put it out on his dresser, to look at it and be content instead of boiling with anger just like he had when he found it on one of the last raids on the Shimada Castle.
But just because he had accepted one memory did not mean he could bear all the others. There was still one more photograph tucked away in the drawer, hidden from his view. The one of him and McCree, arms wrapped around each other with as much smiles as they both could muster at the time. McCree had always been like a ray of sunshine despite it all, and his beaming smile proved it, while his was small but no less genuine.
He missed that stupid cowboy. He hoped he was well.
He settled down on his mattress, though he had no intention of sleeping tonight. The hard drive was still held tightly in his grasp, and he would not be able to sleep until he saw everything it had on it. Both Hanzo and Zenyatta settled down silently as well, ready to forget this incident at least until morning.
Genji stubbornly waited to make sure Hanzo was asleep, fighting the instinct to close his own eyes and rest. His brother's face was peaceful and his two dragons - somehow - were snoring obnoxiously in a ball next to him. Soba was the only one missing from the picture, having not come out of his tattoo yet. Zenyatta was in the corner, powered down for the night, and Genji was not worried about waking him because once he was out even a hurricane could wake him. Funny, considering he was an omnic, but he guessed even omnics liked their sleep.
He crept out to the balcony overlooking the mountain, the sharp cold breeze slapping his face viciously. He shivered, drawing himself in as he sat on the edge, his feet dangling over the edge of the balcony, the drive held tightly in his hand. With a deep breath, he pulled out his old communicator, the one equipped with the best tech, and plugged in the drive.
He lost track of time of how long he sat there, searching and scanning every piece of text, video, and diagram. It was overwhelming, how much data was on there.
File: The Cowboy
File: The Sniper
File: The Angel
File: The Sparrow
Then he found it. What Sombra had hinted at earlier.
File: The Reaper.
Genji sucked in a breath, held it. He had a feeling this wasn't going to be pretty.
He was right, in the end. It had not been pretty, and he knew he was going to have nightmares for countless nights at the horror he just saw. Tears slipped through his eyes, spilling over his cheeks as he scrubbed his face to get rid of them, choking on his breaths.
He struggled to control his breathing, heaving in breaths like he was drowning. Eventually, after what felt like hours, he calmed down enough to be able to think a bit clearer, though the tears still didn’t slow. He turned his head slightly to acknowledge the presence that had been standing stiffly in the doorway for the past few minutes, a flush of embarrassment flooding his body.
"I know you're there," he mumbled, hiding his face with his hands. Hanzo tensed, and just when Genji thought he was going to leave he surprised him by settling down next to him, fidgeting with his fingers.
"I did not want- I didn't mean-" Hanzo stumbled then growled. Genji sniffed, wiping his eyes delicately. "What I'm trying to say is...I'm here for you."
"Thank you," he choked out, a warm feeling in his chest. Hanzo glanced up at him with wide eyes and nodded, looking away as he cleared his throat. They didn't speak or move for the next few hours, content with each other's presence.
This was a disaster, Genji knew, but he swore to do anything in his power to fix it.
He would fix it, fix him, or he would die trying.
Just as Gabriel Reyes had once been willing to die for them.
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