Overwatch/MHA Fanfics & Headcanons

Hello everyone! I'm a 25, panromantic/asexual. Pronouns She/He/They. I am the parent to likely too many animals, with more to come. I write Overwatch fanfic's, headcanons, pairings and light nsfw. i am hoping to add My Hero Academia and Dead By Daylight to my requests.

[alexiela73]

Can I get some present mic stuff :^) yk, that good shit if u catch my drift 👀

 Part of me really wanted to write a fic, but I hope a headcanon was okay

Present Mic As A Dad

While there were always some thoughts about settling down and having a family, Mic never really expected...something like it to happen

Within a few months of each other, he suddenly became the father to a teenage carbon copy of his best friend(/possible husband) Shota Aizawa and a small, traumatized girl with no control of her powers or any idea what its like to be a normal kid

It was the scariest thing ever- Aizawa was overwhelmed between between his class, the villains, and now adopting two kids. Of course Mic said he’d go into this with him

Unfortunately, manuals on how to raise kids don’t include powers going out of control or how to stop your teenager from adopting every cat they come across like their father

Mic started going to parenting classes and honestly, he ended up in a moms yoga group. The moms love him so much, as he is sensitive, fun and clearly cares about his kids

He starts making lunches for both- since Shinsou is now his kid, Mic gets the fun of embarrassing him a bit at school, calling ‘I love you’ with his special volume, or dropping off lunches where everything is heart shaped

Mic and Aizawa take turns home-schooling Eri so that both can attend classes. Mic never tells Aizawa but half the day is actually going to the park to play, or making cookies together

Out of worry for their health, Mic starts watching cooking shows out of worry that they aren’t eating healthy enough, and goes through an experimental stage where everything tastes horrible except his grilled cheese

At night, Mic always reads Eri a story before bed under the glow of a sea lamp, usually until Eri is fast asleep

The first time Eri called him dad, Mic bawled like a baby and told everyone at school

Sometimes sneaks Eri out of school for father-daughter dates, usually to the movies, mcdonalds or to go get their hair done

When Shinsou starts to take interest in a classmate, its Mic that he goes to for advice, which honestly meant so much to him

Sometimes if Mic sleeps in late, he’ll just let the kids play hooky for the day, which Aizawa doesn’t usually know about till later

Tried the vacuum trick on Eri’s hair- they never did it again and he got the scolding of a lifetime from Aizawa

Hand-knitted stockings for them all before Christmas

For Shinsou and Eri, he threw them each huge birthday parties that were over the top, because he wanted them to experience a real birthday for once

Despises cats with a passion

Wears bracelets made by Eri to work and gives extra homework to anyone who makes fun of them

Shinsou calls him a granny driver because he’s always five km below the limit when Eri is in the car

Totally runs Eri’s dance class with a bunch of friends she meets from the park

Every night he whispers ‘I love you,’ outside their doors, because he worries not enough people have told them in their life times

[alexiela73]

hi there!! could you either do a fanfic or headcannons of ramattra with a reader who is on the run from the government for killing humans and defending omnics?

I totally wanted to do this as a fanfic, but at the same time, this felt like it could've easily spanned into like a 5-10 chapter story. And man, do I not have the energy for that. Hope you like this though, love!

Ramattra:

It was Ramattra who found you- and completely by accident

Despite that though, the moment Ramattra saw you laying there in that alley, he recognized you

You had been all over the TV- every TV in the world, in fact, as you were wanted for multiple murders and supposed accounts of assault while defending omnics

Looking down at you and your bloody form, Ramattra thought that it wasn't worth saving you...not a human

Yet...he didn't know why he picked you up, or carried you to his hideout in this area

There was a omnic doctor he knew, which he had come to assess and care for your injuries

Ramattra kept you safe, even from the omnics of his party who were less then pleased with his choice- but he was the leader, and they would respect his decision

When you finally came to, Ramattra acted quite coldly to you. You recognized him, and he was shocked to see...empathy in your eyes

“Thank you for helping me,” you’d said quietly, your hand over the bandages.

His voice irritation. “Consider it a one time repayment, on behalf omnics,” he said, clearly not thrilled about being nice to a human.

A small, half pained smile crossed your features. “I don’t need repayment, but I appreciate the help anyway. I’ll try to get out of your hair as soon as possible.”

Ramattra looked out the window, watching the rain hit the glass. “May as well stay for now. You’re wounds are hardly healed enough, and they have people scoping the city for you right now.”

Immediately you leaned back, sighing in relief. “Thank you. I’m ready to pass out again any moment.”

Snorting, Ramattra glanced at you in disgust. “You humans are so weak and breakable.”

“Its what makes living each day so...fun,” you said in amusement, but closed your eyes.

There was silence for a few minutes, but you could hear him shifting around. “Just say it,” you said finally.

Ramattra hesitated but finally asked. “Why...do you help omnics?” he asked.

People had asked you before many times, but you felt surprise that he even wanted to know. “Omnics have feelings too,” you said. “While I believe we can live in harmony...I’m not going to stand by while vile people destroy and kill kind and innocent omnics.”

There was nothing for a few minutes, and you wondered what he thought of your words. Of course, you’d never know his side fully, but in your opinion, omnics had every right to be here and live a beautiful life.

“Stay...as long as you’d like,” he said finally, getting up.

Despite his disgust at Zenyatta, you too became like his human pet, helping him in the rebellion to free enslaved or trapped omnics.

[alexiela73]

So twice, within a short time, I had a dream where Reaper was chasing me and trying to find me and I was scared until the second one where he was protecting me from people from my past who were toxic and abusive influences in my life. Since then, he became my comfort character and I sleep with the plush Funko toy every night.

Idk what you would want to do with it, but I could use a little more of that scenario in my life with two of my best friends deciding they wanted to cut me out of their lives due to reasons I don't feel like getting into here. Maybe like a self-appointed guardian angel or something?

Reaper(guardian angel????)

You've only met this man three times in your life, and while history remembers him, sometimes you couldn't help but wonder if he was a figment of your imagination.

Three times, this man has saved you. Three times, in different parts of your life, has he been at the right place at the right time...and three times, this man has changed your life.

Gabriel Reyes of Blackwatch saved you when you were a little girl during the omnic crisis. Windows were shattered, doors blown to pieces, cars on fire in the streets. There was so much destruction, and at the tender age of seven, even you believed it was the end.

When omnics had started to seize your building, it was Gabriel Reyes who blew apart those that nearly killed your father. Hidden there in the closet, you could see out the crack as your father had kneeled there shaking, hands up as omnics had surrounded him...and suddenly...it was safe. The sounds of the bullets at this point were merely background noise to your little mind, as you struggled to make sense of that day, that moment.

But you would never forget his face, as he helped your father get to his feet. As your father opened the closet, picked you up and the two of you were escorted to a hovercraft evacuating the area.

The second time you saw him was in your late teens- you were working as a part time waitress for one of a diner down in the lower quarter of the city. Crime those days were non-stop, and safety procedures for small businesses like this were non-existant.

A pursuit down the road had led to a couple of low-life thugs using your diner to hide- and you as a hostage. This job had merely been meant to help you save towards college, and the idea of dying in that mustard yellow uniform was sickening.

Even as they stood before the counter, gun pointed at you...they didn’t notice the wisps of black smoke that slipped through the cracks in the door. The swirl of darkness behind them as a black cloaked figure became solid, red eyes glinting through a skull mask..

“Duck,” he rasped behind them, before the black mist around him exploded. You don’t know why, but your body obeyed and you felt yourself drop to the floor.

The bullets that flew through the air, filling holes in the bodies of the men who’d held you up at gunpoint...you saw the blood splatter, the bodies hit the floor and you kept your arms over your head. Minutes passed, before you realized the sound of the bullets whizzing by had stopped.

When you lifted your head to look over the counter of the ruined diner, you saw the figure walking out. He seemed to stop in the doorway and look over his shoulder briefly. “You’ve shit luck, kid,” he growled, before seeming to just...melt away, the smoke trailing off.

It was only later, after you’d had time to sit down and drink coffee after talking to the police that you thought for the first time in years of the omnic crisis, and the man who’d saved you. You convinced yourself that maybe they were the same, even though Gabriel Reyes had been known to be dead for a long time. 

No one believed your theories, and said it’d all been coincidence. That the men had likely owed Talon money, and that the dreaded Reaper had just managed to track him there. That perhaps he’d thought a lowly waitress wasn’t worth the bullet.

The last time you saw him...was last night. 

You were now in your early twenties, living life on your own. You hadn’t thought of him much since, and yet... 

You remember the feeling of fear that filled you last night as you’d realized you were being followed home. The way you’d fumbled with your keys, quietly whispering please under your breath over and over. The man that had come up behind you, faceless beneath his hood, taking advantage of the night and its cover.

“Don’t touch me!” you had screamed, as he’d turned you around, squeezing your eyes closed. “Help me, somebody!”

You don’t remember hearing anything except the disgusting noise of the man breathing heavily on you. No footsteps, no approach. The street had otherwise been empty, you thought.

Yet you had gasped, as the weight of the man pressing you into the wall lifted- your eyes opened in time to see him violently thrown into the street by a hooded man.

“I get sick,” you heard faintly, the disgust apparent in his voice, “of men like you. The next time you lay your hand on anyone, I will rip out your eyes and shove them down your throat. Then you can see what its like to have your guts blown to pieces,” he snarled.

There was bloody claw marks on the man who’d tried to assault you- so much blood. Even he was so terrified that he couldn’t make a noise, and he simply made a mad dash down the street in the hopes of safety.

Holding your hand to your throat, you slowly straightened from the wall, trying to catch your breath. “You...you saved me,” you said slowly. “Again...”

The man turned, red eyes watching you. Despite who you knew him to be, you felt...safe. “Like I said, kid. You’ve some shit luck,” he growled. “I suggest carrying some goddamn pepper spray next time.” 

You opened your mouth to reply, but he had started to walk away already. Taking a few steps after him, you’d blurted. “Thank you...thank you.” What else could convey the gratitude you felt for someone who’d saved you so many times in your short life?

Snorting, he looked back.

“Don’t mention it.”

Looking back on it now, you wondered if perhaps...he was your guardian angel. The thought comforted you, so early in the morning as you tried to sleep, hoping someday you’d see him again.

[alexiela73]

Sorry to bother you, could I possibly just get like a soft McCree headcanon? What are some of the little ways McCree tries to say 'I love you' to his s/o???

Um...hell yes. McCree and Hanzo are two of my biggest comfort characters, so I love writing sweet things about either.

McCree's Love Language!

While Jesse likes to do a little of each love language, his own personal one is words of affirmation and physical touch

When the two of you wake in the morning, nothing makes him happier then seeing you asleep next to him

He loves to touch you- to stroke your hair from your face, to pull you into his arms and share your warmth

Jesse is totally a hand holder. He absolutely loves holding hands under the table at dinner, out in public, while with friends

He's the type who, if you are comfortable, loves to be just be touching you in some form

It could be your foot resting together under the table, arm around your shoulder, elbows touching

There is nothing he loves more then feeling you are there with him, it brings him reassurance and it is a part of how he shows you mean a lot to him

Jesse likes to tell you each day one thing he loves about you- if he can keep it to one, at least

He tells you how he admires your creativity, your strength in pushing through obstacles, how your words sometimes are what makes peoples day

Its important to him to remind you that you are important, not just to him but in life

And that what you do, and who you are, have shaped the lives of others

Jesse likes to remind you how resilient you are, and that only you pick your worth

These are all things that mean so much to him in showing you he cares- its both conscious and unconscious

He thrives under these similar kinds of love- being reminded that he's a better man then he was, that he makes a difference for you

It means everything to him when you initiate the touch, whether its sexual or loving

His favorite thing is when you comb your fingers through his hair or beard and study him with those starry eyes of yours, because your eyes always crinkle in a way he just goes nuts for

[alexiela73]

There are 7 animals? Would you mind introducing us? Please? Totally cool if you're not comfy with the idea.

Totally okay with me!

First, the dogs!

This is Biscuit and Bagel! They are my 7 week old pittie/lab fosters from work! They are taking am exponential amount of work right now, but its worth it. They have huge personalities and voices and I don't have a favorite between them because they are both trouble makers!

This is Cricket, laying beside me in my new computer room. She's a purebred(not well-bred) 1.8 year old Golden! She's our first dog, and my roommate and I share her. She's sweet and goofy, and her biggest flaw is she is the child that would jump in any strangers car, no questions asked.

This is Eclipse! Its a picture of him when he was younger, as I'm in every pic with him otherwise. He's a 10 month old blue standard poodle, and I typically groom him myself. He is mine and has been a great practice for me when doing puppies/poodle breed.

(For any thinking and dreading it, no- I am not breeding doodles. This

Younger photo, as I don't have pics of them together.

Tortie-Calypso, almost 7 and nicknamed Loaf. She is my pride and joy, and her favorite places are up high or asleep on the small of my back. She keeps more to herself and although has had high anxiety in the past, she has matured beautifully.

Tabby- Artemis is a little younget then Calypso. She's nicknamed Bum, or Chonk. She's talkative, loves every soft blanket and is a box cat. She helps everyone and anyone, even if you dont want her to. She is the queen of our animals.

White and Orange- Apollo is nicknamed Baby or Fahhht Man! He's dramatic, makes a great alarm clock for if his kibble is less then perfect, and is the instigator of most 'fights' in this house. We play but only if the toy is within reach of laying down, and him on our beds is a blessing...or curse

Those are my kids! I love them to pieces, and the family will be growing in the summer.

Fun fact about me: I appreciate but do not like exotic birds apparently. I was asked to house sit some blue macaws one summer and between the way the family treated me, them inadequately preparing me and the birds being in heat(and together in the same cage) I was between being terrified and wondering if the neighbors would call the police because of their screech.

[alexiela73]

Do you take commissions?

I have in the past, and I'm not opposed to doing it again. There is a certain anxiety that comes with someone paying you for your work, because you hate the idea that they'll hate it and feel cheated.

In general though, yes, I am open to taking commissions. Those ones I tend to do whether they are my usual cup of tea or not

[alexiela73]

Hiii I’m new here! Do you have a rules list with things you will or will not write? Or just basic Info about your general rules?

Hello and welcome!

So on that note, I did put up rules a long time ago, but I realize that was years ago and I don't have them in my bio. Plus, they've changed based off personal needs and situations.

So general rules for me(which have changed throughout time) include and are not limited to:

-Three characters max for headcanons

-For fanfics, I prefer one, unless you are asking for the same story to include a few characters

-Please be as clear as possible about what you are requesting, and understand that what I write may not be what you expect or what you hoped. I tend to go a bit off course sometimes too.

-Be respectful. You don't have to like everything I write- I enjoy writing for people, and it makes me happy if they like it. At the same time, I also like writing because it makes me happy. Let it stay that way, even if you don't agree sometimes with how I write characters or scenerios.

-I don't write every day. I used to- there were days I'd obsessively write 4-7 asks and send them out that evening. I now know that is not healthy, and I don't have the capacity to do that anymore. I'm human, so I miss days because I'm tired, because I work 8.5 hours a day without commute time added and take care of 7 animals at home to care for in between and sometimes struggle to remember to care for myself. I try to send out 2-4 if I can at a time, but again- be understanding.

-I am okay with doing nsfw, but usually its light unless I'm feeling frisky. I also choose which nsfw I do and when based on how I'm feeling at the time

-If your request hasn't come up, don't panic- it doesn't necessarily mean that I am not doing them. When I write, I choose what I can focus on and handle that day. I am horrible for going out of order.

-On that note though, I pick and choose which requests I feel I can adequately convey. Sometimes I'm inspired and sometimes I'm not- so if I don't decide to write your request, please know that it has nothing to do with you. It means that I don't feel I am the correct person to write what you have asked.

-If I don't fully understand a request, I will message the person directly

I think that's it...if there are any more questions, anything about stuff you wanted to know that isn't in these rules, please don't hesitate to send an ask, message me or throw it down in the comments below.

I appreciate everyone supporting me and I hope that there is at least one piece I've written that has made your day, or made you smile or caught your interest enough that you are still here years later. And if you are new, then thank you for joining me. I hope to see what the rest of the year brings with you all.

[alexiela73]

Please give more pics of them when you take them. Puppy pictures make the day better. Thank you for sharing!

Yes! They never stay still so this has been difficult, but here they are! Mainly Biscuit- she tries less to bite the camera then her brother. Some of these were while I was cleaning their kennel. Also, excuse the feet

[alexiela73]

Headcannons for Ramattra and Reaper with an s/o who has a terminal illness? Sorry if this is morbid

No apologies!

Ramattra:

The last few months had never felt longer, Ramattra thought...or shorter

It had all happened so quickly. The last six years had been like a dream, and Ramattra couldn't remember ever being so happy before, or knowing such peace

Then, you started to get tired. You were always exhausted and seemingly short of breath. You had said it was likely just the stress of the job getting to you

Ramattra hadn't thought anything of it till he found you passed out on the floor one day

That trip to the hospital had been one of the scariest moments in Ramattra's life...and from there on, it all had changed

The two of you discovered that you had cancer, and an aggressive one at that. It was already stage four, and Ramattra's hand squeezed yours as the doctor explained what that meant

Of course you were offered treatments, but you wanted time to think about it

Ramattra at the time didn't understand what there was to think about. He was scared- scared to lose you before you'd had a chance to share your life together

When the time came to choose, you took Ramattra's hand and all you could say was, 'Travel with me, Ramattra. Show me...the world. Forget the treatment- it won't work, and then my time to explore this world will be gone. Please....please, take me far away from here," you had said, almost begged.

The way you had looked at him, had pleaded... Ramattra couldn't force you

Lifting you, he had touched his forehead to yours. "Anything for you," he had rumbled. At least he'd be able to be there to take care of you- to see you smile and laugh.

The two of you went to so many places. Greece, Japan, Russia- you visited the temples in Nepal, and went diving with the dolphins in Hawaii. Together, the two of you explored.

As the two of you went, you started to get more tired. Your stomach churned every time you thought of food, or you began to lose the contents of your stomach more easily.

Ramattra cared for you- he would hold you as you lay sweating in the middle of the night, wiping your forehead with a damp clothe. Carry you up the hiking trails. He'd softly tell you again, as you tried to fall asleep each night, about the things you'd seen that day- the waterfalls, the trees, the animals.

Your favorite moment was a hike the two of you had taken. Ramattra had found a beautiful peak over the ocean and the trees, and he had cradled you in his lap, helping you sip hot soup....and snuggled together, the two of you had watched the sun rise together on the horizon.

"This," you whispered. "This...is what...I want you to remember. Every time the sun rises and sets on you....I want you to remember these adventures, and how much I love you."

Ramattra leaned his head over yours, thumbs rubbing your palms. "I will, y/n. I promise...I love you.

Reaper

The two of you have known for awhile

After being married for almost a decade, the two of you knew each other pretty well, so when you started to feel ill, Gabriel had taken note

The nausea, exhaustion and dizziness wouldn't have mattered as quickly if you hadn't spat up some blood too

Now the two of you have been in and out of the hospitals the last year, after having been diagnosed with a terminal illness

The two of you were pretty hopeful- Gabriel had pulled every string he could to get you the best care

You went in for treatments and blood transfusions constantly, though there had definitely been worse days then others

Despite that, there were lots of moments the two of you loved. With all this happening and the fear of the worst, Gabriel made a point of spending as much time as possible with you

The two of you went on the cutest dates- while he wasn’t a theatre type, he allowed you to take him to a Hamilton production

You went to a pumpkin patch and went on a carriage ride

The two of you spent a lot of time walking along trails or going to the beach in your free-time

As the year progressed, there was no sign of improvement, and Gabriel finally decided to work from home

It was important to him to be there with you- to be accessible when you needed help. He knew this was scary for you, as much or more-so then it was for him

Still...this time was precious for the both of you

It did come to a point where you started to get worse. For awhile, you ended up stuck in a hospital bed. Seeing you in that bed, looking so pale and fragile, killed him

It took a week or two, but eventually you seemed to get a bit more energy, but the two of you knew...there wasn’t long left. 

The doctors suggested that you stay, but the two of you had already talked about it

You wanted to pass at home, in a place that you cherished

Gabriel...wanted you to be happy. He knew that at home, surrounded by your gardens and wrapped in your mothers quilt is exactly the place where you’d be the most comfortable

At night, the two of you would lay awake, fingers entwined. 

“Tell me again what their names would have been,” you had whispered in the dark. Listening to his low, raspy voice, feeling his warmth...you felt so peaceful

“Two girls, Skye and Marisia,” he said softly, thumb rubbing your knuckles. “One boy. Cain, maybe...or Cole.”

“And where would we live?” you whispered, your voice faint. You’d both done this each night, talking about the life the two of you would have had. Cherishing the dreams.

“Somewhere quiet...Somewhere with a big yard,” Gabriel painted the picture. “A porch...Maybe even a lake house. I want our kids to be able to have fun- the sky is the limit for them.”

“That’s right,” you said, squeezing his hand. “That’s right.”

Late that night, you passed away in his arms. Gabriel was awake- he knew when your heartbeat stopped. Felt as your warmth started to slip away.

Cradling you there though, he knew... that where you were now, there was no pain. No fear... he reminded himself that as he cried, knowing that that was the last time he’d ever hold you.

[alexiela73]

Hello! I saw that your requests were open and was wondering if I could please request something for Hanzo? I couldn't find it in your rules, but if you feel uncomfortable writing this, please just ignore it!

How would Hanzo react if his s/o wanted to start a family with him after being together for some time? How would he handle what happens next/during pregnancy? 🙈 Thank you in advance and have a good day!

No worries! This isn't uncomfortable

Hanzo:

The two of you had been together for a years now

While the two of you would have discussions sometimes about plans, Hanzo had always seemed to manage to avoid the talk of family

The two of you were engaged, for heavens sake. It felt a realization to you, really, but the two of you had never really discussed about having children

And this last year...you had been thinking of it more and more

You always knew you wanted to have a family, but you'd thought there was plenty of time to figure that out with him. Except things had gotten more and more serious and the topic never came up

Finally, Hanzo came home one day to you pacing in the living room. You had a nervous energy to you, and Hanzo wondered if perhaps you'd accidentally dyed one of his dragons in some semi-permanent color again

"Is everything alright?" he'd asked, coming to embrace you and place a soft kiss on your cheek, before sitting.

"Yes! Yes," you said, knowing it was important he be seated and comfortable before you brought up the topic. "I just thought we should talk."

Hanzo winced slightly- it was never a good sign, he thought. "I...see," he said. "Well, please. Tell me what it is that has you so restless, my blossom."

After a moment of wringing your hands, you moved to kneel in front of him and rested your hands on his knees. Very serious was the eye contact you made with him, and honestly he felt like he needed to brace himself.

"I want to discuss us...having a family at some point. Maybe some point soon. Like, maybe we could start trying...now?" you said.

You expected him to get upset, or uncomfortable, and immediately started to ramble, even as he slowly rubbed his chin.

"I realized we'd never talked about it but I've always wanted a big family and we're getting married so its really something we should discuss, and I really can see us having some of the cutest children, and hanzo you'd be such a good dad, I really just know it-" your words kept coming faster and faster, really with no end.

You almost didn't hear when Hanzo after a moment said, "Alright, y/n. We can start trying."

The words had you screeching to a halt.

Staring at him perplexed, you narrowed your eyes. "Really?" you said, wondering if you'd missed something.

Hanzo wasn't big on change- he also usually liked time to think on things. Weigh the pros and cons. For him to agree so readily...

"You'd be a great parent, and I for one, would love a little girl to read stories to. We should try immediately," he said. "We'll have to find a surrogate, of course, since neither of us are able to conceive. This is rather exciting."

The more he spoke, the more you wondered if this was your fiancee. "....Are you sure? You don't need time?" you asked slowly.

"Time for what? It'll take nine months for a baby to arrive- I've plenty of time to regret my thoughts later. Right now, I wish for this- I wish to grow with you. To see a little you has been a great desire of mine," Hanzo said, brushing his finger across your cheek.

When it hit you that Hanzo was actually on board with this, there was a pause before you squealed and threw your arms around him.

"Oh my god!" you gasped, pressing kisses over his face before you threw your hands in the air. "We're having a baby! We're having a baby!!!!!!!"

"We're having a baby, my love," he said affectionately. Seeing you so overjoyed was the highlight of his day.

You held onto him a bit longer, before looking seriously at him. "You can't smother the surrogate."

"Of course not. I will simply make sure they are attending their duties for the safety of our daughter," he said.

When the two of you finally were pregnant, it was the most joyous day of both of your lives.

Not the surrogates- Hanzo was very much involved, giving vitamins, taking them to their appointments, being rather bossy...

But you could tell, Hanzo in his way was very, very excited to meet the future baby. He just wanted to take care of them.

He made this beautiful baby room, with help of course, and hanging above the crib is a little dragon night light.

[alexiela73]

What breed are the delightful puppers?

The shelter says they're most likely lab mix's, which we agree. My roommate thinks they may be lab/pittie mixes, due to some of the features. Right now their suppose to be 8-9 weeks, we're told, though possibly we suspect a little younger. Both are under weight, and were brought into the shelter in a plastic bag.

While we can be a little busy, our hope is to keep them safe, fed and give them that little extra love the shelter may not have the time to give

[alexiela73]

My Fosters Multiplied

So I mentioned I’m currently fostering a puppy from the shelter I work at. Due to unfortunate circumstances, his sister who was also fostered out was returned abruptly. 

Immediately they contacted me and now, go figure, I’ve two puppies instead of one awaiting their forever homes with me. Fingers crossed everyone!

Say hi to Bagel’s sister, Biscuit!

[alexiela73]

Could you do a Ramattra Head-cannon thing? (my first time asking lol) What if it was about going to the beach? 🦀 curious to see what you’d put for him lol -thx :)

Um, heck yes!

Ramattra...and Zenyatta?

Do you know why he went to the beach for the first time?

Zenyatta.

Ramattra doesn't believe in 'taking down days' or 'enjoying the little things', not when the world needed so much fixing

Zenyatta though had wanted to go to the beach for a long time- he could have gone whenever he wanted, but he wanted to go with friends

At first, Zenyatta would throw out subtle hints.

"I imagine the ocean looks beautiful this time of year...", "I've been very interested lately in ocean life...", and "...I have never played beach volleyball. Have you, Ramattra?"

Ramattra had just stared dully at him and said, "...do I look like the kind of omnic who goes to play beach volleyball?"

When Ramattra finally put his foot down and denied him, Zenyatta... took matters into his own hands

He had permission from the team to go on a little excursion...since asking hadn't worked, he'd try gently....kidnapping him

It wasn't as hard as it should've been. Zenyatta and Genji had tied Ramattra up, and Zenyatta had politely said, "If you should break your bonds, I'll be very, very disappointed...and I'll let Checkers use his scarf as a bed."

Disgusted, Ramattra had stared at him hard, tempted to break free. "You wouldn't."

Leaning in, there was the briefest moment where Zenyatta's lights turned red, and he just said in a hushed voice, "I will throw it in his litterbox if you don't fulfill my dream of going to the beach. I. Am. Serious."

And as quickly as they'd been red, suddenly Zenyatta beeped and clapped his hands gently. "Lets go, shall we? I am excited to feel the sand."

Ramattra felt his circuits get warm. Ramattra felt brief terror and...was that interest? No, impossible.

Besides, who would remind Zenyatta he couldn't feel the sand?

When the three of them arrived, Ramattra walked out onto the thankfully empty beach and his eyes surveyed it. Other then the cry of gulls and the waves pulling at the sand, it looked...desolate.

"Brother, I think that perhaps this will not be as fun as you think-" Ramattra started to say, but was shocked as suddenly Zenyatta ran by-

Yes. Ran- the usually floating omnic had put his feet to the ground- and was now running around the beach, arms outstretched like an airplane.

Ramattra stared at him in awe- how unlike his brother to be so unreserved.

"Every once in awhile, Master gets what Jesse and I call... the 'zoomies'," Genji tells him, unloading a small bag of towls, buckets and sticks.

"Really..." Ramattra said, rubbing his chin- he'd broken his bonds in the ship, but had stopped fighting the trip. "I've never seen him do this before. He seems...happy," he said.

Genji nodded, seeming fond. "I've heard the kids these days calling it 'letting loose'...whatever that means. Lets go, we have to remind him the salt water will erode his ciruits."

The blue sky above, the white sand beneath their feet, and the obvious beeps of joy escaping Zenyatta as he ran around, Ramattra decided perhaps...it was okay to 'let loose' too.

[alexiela73]

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. 

[alexiela73]

Alright everyone, meet Bagel(not best pictures obviously)

I think I mentioned previously that I work at an animal shelter- if not, congrats. You learned something new about me!

I wont be posting likely till tuesday as this lil guy is my new foster and just came home with me today! It'll likely be short- he and his now adopted sister have been very popular. Still, forgive me everyone!

This handsome baby requires a bit of extra attention!

[alexiela73]

Yay! You do MHA now too? Could I please get a headcanon for Denki x Shinsou for who asked who out?

Yes!!!! Though this'll be the only one posted tonight, as I am in the middle of doing some training shifts and I'm very tired

Denki x Shinsou Headcanon

Despite Shinsou saying he wasn't here to make friends, he hardly had a choice when he ended up joining the hero classes

One of the many students to take an interest in Shinsou was Denki Kaminari, who instantly welcomed him to the team and made clear how cool he thought Shinsou's quirk was really cool

Now that the two were in the same class, Denki tried really hard to make Shinsou feel included, even when Shinsou tried to pretend he wasn't interested

Gradually though, Shinsou felt himself opening up bit by bit. He was surprised that the two had some common interests, and Denki was actually pretty funny

Denki slowly started spending more and more time with Shinsou, until he'd end up walking Shinsou home or back to his dorm room. The two loved watching cheesy horror movies together, and Shinsou had to admit- Denki had some decent taste in music

As feelings start to grow, it caused some confusion for Shinsou, who didn't know what to do with those feelings

Admittedly, he'd never had a crush before and had automatically assumed he might be straight. But the pitter patter in his chest every time he saw Denki made him sure that he really did like him

Denki on the other hand, was a raging bisexual and easily accepted Shinsou as his first real crush

Admittedly, Denki didn't know how to broach the subject though with him....Sometimes he felt like their friendship was fragile, and Shinsou was so cool, it blew his mind

If Shinsou didn't like him back, what if he thought Denki asking him out was weird and decided not to be friends anymore?

Do you know who got the two together?

Bakugo.

Denki had been whining to the bakusquad for weeks- they were super supportive, most of them. But since Denki was too afraid, he felt only the need to complain about how difficult it felt to ask him.

"Quit your whining, stupid!" he yelled at Denki. "Y'know what, I'll ask the twerp myself!"

Despite Denki's pleading, Bakugo had stomped over to where Shinsou was studying and jabbed his finger in Denki's direction.

"Sparky over there likes you. Date him so he'll shut the hell up for once, got it?" he demanded, before shoving his hands in his pockets and slouched away.

Shinsou admittedly didn't know what to think of it, and Denki was so embarrassed, hiding behind his hands and feeling like a shy school girl.

Walking over, Shinsou closed his book and looked around, his cheeks a bit more pink then he cared to admit.

"So...is dating you the only way to shut you up?" Shinsou had asked, and Denki felt a wave of relief when he heard the teasing note beneath.

Hands sliding down his face, Denki let out a breath. "Only if it includes a icecream at the end."

"Deal," Shinsou said, deciding that if nothing else, it was worth a try.

Who'd have thought Bakugo would make such a good wingman?

[alexiela73]

Can I please have a headcanon for Reaper where he's both excited and scared after learning he's going to be a dad?

Absolutely!

Gabriel Reyes

McCree knew about the pregnancy before Gabe, only because Gabe's s/o was worried about telling them

The two of them had never really gotten as far as children- you'd been dating maybe six months, and as far as the two of them were concerned, wasn't that serious

After all, the two of them were very career motivated and worked a lot

The two of them have always practiced safe sex, and though the two of them could get carried away, neither had really put much thought into this happening

McCree was there when Gabriel was told. It was a lot for him to process, and admittedly, the first thing he'd said was, "But....But I wore a condom..."

Jesse had rolled his eyes. "As you've told me maybe hundreds of times, Gabe...its not a fool-proof thing, condoms," he'd said.

His partner had asked what Gabriel thought they should do, if they should terminate the pregnancy or not

Honestly, Gabriel had just grabbed the nearest bucket and puked

McCree suggested both parties take a few days to sit on the information before coming to a decision. After all, the fetus wasn't going anywhere

Gabe ended up needing to take the next few days off, in which Jesse checked on him periodically. He tried talking to him, but Gabriel was pretty clammed up about the whole thing

What if he was as shitty a father to the baby as his father had been to him? What if he was a bad dad? What if the baby grew up and hated him?

Another part of him though imagined a small infant in his arms, and wondered what it'd be like to have a piece of himself like that. Would he like being a dad? He already had plenty of adult children

Jesse got so worried that finally he told Ana what was going on and sent her to talk to him

Ana had gone to his room and went in. After a few minutes, she'd broken the silence with, "So, you ready to be a father?"

The words had made him groan and he dropped his hands into his head. "No...maybe...I don't know. Can you go away?"

Ana had chuckled, moving to sit in his desk chair. "No, I can't. Gabriel, you have to make a decision sooner then later. If you don't want the baby, that's completely valid. But if you do...then you need to sit down and talk with her. Come to a decision you both can be happy with."

"How am I suppose to decide?" Gabe asked, looking up at her. "What if I go through with this and its one big mistake? What if I fuck up the kid? I...I don't want to be a bad dad."

Raising an eyebrow, Ana had watched him for a moment, before moving to sit next to him and put her hand on his arm. "You wouldn't be a bad father," she said gently. "I know you, Gabe. You are hard working and hard headed- and present. That's what children need."

Gabriel shook his head a bit. "I'm just...scared, I guess," he muttered. "I...I think I want to be a dad. I just don't think I could stand it though if I failed them..."

"The secret is, Gabriel, that you will always worry you've failed them. You will always double question yourself and if you made the right choices. As long as you love them, through thick and thin, that is the most important thing. As long as you support your child, then you will never fail as a parent," Ana said soothing, rubbing his arm and watching him as Gabriel closed his eyes.

Her old friend looked so tired and ragged. This was a big decision, and of course, Ana remembered what it was like when she realized she was pregnant with Fareeha. Its terrifying.

"Plus, you've survived Jesse. At this point, I think you'll survive anything," she said, managing to get a chuckle out of him. "There it is. Think on it a bit longer, okay? But don't keep hiding away."

Gabriel wiped his eyes, before giving her a few pats on the back. "Ya...thanks, Ana. I'll think about it awhile longer," Gabriel said, but he really did feel a bit better after the talk with her.