Heya! Iām new to writing on tumblr so hereās my little intro!! ā”
Will write! ą“¦ąµą“¦ą“æ(įµįįµ)
-fluff
-angst
-scenarios/head cannons!!
-fem x masc
-fem x fem
- X fem! readers!!! ^O^
Wont write ( ā¢į·āą”ā¢į· )
-nsfw!! I can do drabbles but nothing that explicit sorry!
-yandere/dark/deadšļø I canāt write anything like that for my own mental health and I donāt want to engage with it :[
-Masc x Masc as a woman I donāt think I should be writing for mlm as I donāt know how male attraction feels and I wouldnāt be able to accurately portray it sorry :(
- X masc! Reader I canāt write male readers, idk how yāallās brains work and I donāt wanna
Warnings: Spoilers for Sinners (the ending is changed A LOT), mentions of death and alcohol/substance use
Authors notes: I might make a second part to this but idk, i just wanted to write angst ngl
Word count: 1118
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That summer night in 1932 was something you'd never forgetā¦ how could anyone forget a night like that?
It was the night the Juke Joint opened and it was full to the brim with passion and excitement, such feelings shared by you and your husband to their fullest extent. Maybe it was the fancy imported beer that youād been sipping on or the fast pace of the night but you swore Bo had never looked better.Ā
It had been so long since you two had actually gone out together and enjoyed a carefree night, being busy with both the shop and your daughter after all. He had gotten all dressed up, hair gelled and clothes pressed for once, unlike how he looked at the shop when he was swamped with work, much like you were.
Sure, it was a bit suspicious to see the twins back in town after such aā¦ loud exit, but the worry was drowned out by all the music. Bo spent most of the night playing cards, stealing glances at you through the curtains whenever you went to restock the beer, often allowing his opponents to get a win on him due to his distraction, but it didnāt matter to him.
Dancing with him later on into the night made everything fade away, the stress of the years of work and parenting washing away as he spun you around, almost as if you were completely weightless. It was perfect until a gunshot ripped through the air, then another, then about five more.
Everything changed from just that sound alone, the party stopped and everyone was ushered out, leaving you and your closest friends to see just what you were dealing withā¦
Vampires.
Never in a million years did you think youād be forced to choose between your life and joining a cult of vampires, but there you wereā¦ the white man who had brought this chaos about the lot of you was watching as Bo attempted to either smooth-talk his way in or coax you outā¦ You were all he ever wanted anyway.
In the end, he got you, your emotions getting the better of you as you clung onto him, feeling his fangs sink into your shoulder before everything went dark.
For 25 years, you thought heād burned up in the sun, the morning Remmick and most of the other vampires did, the universal connection between all of you dying with the man. You bestowed the care of Lisa into the hands of a close friend, making her swear to keep your existence and condition a secret. You reasoned that it was for her sake so she could live a normal life, but deep down, you knew you couldn't watch her grow old while you stayed stuck in the day you died.
You vowed never to return to Mississippi, disguising yourself among nighttime crowds from Michigan to California and everything in between, but your emotions got the better of you once again, leading you right back to the Juke Joint.
You didn't expect it to still be standing, let alone running like nothing happened that night so long ago. It was just as lively as that night, young couples dancing around just like your friends didā¦ just like you and Bo didā¦ You were broken from your reminiscing when you heard a familiar voice call for you.
āShitā¦ (name) is that you?ā The familiar vibrato of Smokeās voice rang in your ears. He looked older, wiser, and more at peace with himself.
Unlike you.
He had finally settled down after he lost Stack, rebuilt his life with Annie, and had two kids. It felt selfish to meet his teenage children, knowing that Lisa was out there somewhere, thinking you were dead, and Smokeās daughter was a haunting reminder of that.Ā
Annie showed you the memorial that the survivors of that night had created, a large shady tree that hid your skin from the sunlight stood by the river, surrounded by small stones with the names of each person lost that night. Your stone was placed right next to Boās, your fingers tracing over the painted letters, dust coating your skin when your hand returned to your side.
Annie was the one to convince you to stay, at least for a little while, so she could help you sort things out spiritually, which you werenāt entirely convinced that was her only intention. One promised week turned into five years, you took over the joint in the background for Smoke as he grew olderā¦ weaker.
You were packing up the bar just before the Juke Joint was to close the night your demons came back for you. It was dead in the joint, the only sounds being the clinking of cups being shelved and the soft sound of running water as you rinsed what felt like the millionth glass that hour. The sound of dress shoes hitting the floor echoed through the empty room.
āBars closed, come back tomorrow,ā you sighed, slinging the dishrag youād been using over your shoulder as you looked up from the sink.
It felt like youād just been kicked in the chest. He looked just like he did the day youād lost him, the same pleading look in his eyes, the soft look he always gave you when you were alone in the quiet hours of the night. Youād spent so long coping with his death at the bottom of liquor bottles and the butts of ciggaretts, knowing that youād mourn him longer than you were in eachothers lives and yet there he was.
āDarlinā...ā His voice was a bit raspier than normal, his skin more pale. His presence felt ghostly, the chill running up your spine making you back away from the bar, your back hitting the shelf as hot tears stung your eyes.
āDarlinā please..ā He reaches out to grab your arm, his wedding ring still snugly fit around his finger.
You shook your head, unable to grasp the fact that he was real. He wasnāt just a shadow in your dreams or a voice in your mindā¦ he was here. When you came back to your senses his arms were wrapped around you like you were a precious doll, which you were to him. Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around him, tightly clutching him in fear heād vanish again.
You should be mad at him, screaming, crying, throwing cups at him, doing anything, but you didnāt. He expected you to punch him or throw him out on the curb so the feeling of holding your body in his arms after so long made him cry, as much as he tried not to.
When I ask this I do not mean it as headcanon unless you want it to be but may I ask with the Reaper headcanon with affection both Gabriel and Reaper, does Sombra ever say anything to any of the talon members? I would think Moira already knew about his partner but thought that when he came to talon he just dropped his partner but I got sorta curious and wanted your take on does Sombra tell anyone else?
Or does Moira secretly and just INSTANLY knows but doesnāt say anything cause not only does she have no need to, but I feel that Moira has a decent relationship with Gabriel a friendship that while not very conventional and is barely consider friends, she had enough mutual respect but also shred of kindness to not say anything. Wouldnāt be surprised if Moira may have actually had a decent relationship with Gabriel partner before the incident. Especially with Blackwatch with how he had talked to more than enough people it probably gotten back to Moira and her curious befriended his partner.
Hey brains I havenāt posted in a hot minuteā¦ oops! But this ask got me thinking (āą²°_ā¢Ģ)ļæ¼
1. I donāt think Sombra would ACTUALLY snitch but sheād hold it over his head to get her way 100%
2. Moira would definitely know about Gabrielās relationship but as for post blackwatch? Itās kinda iffy for me tbh! I think if it became a distraction to their work (which it probably would) sheād ask Sombra to look into it and, depending on the incentive, Sombra would tell Moira.
3. As for Moira I think sheād keep it sort of donāt ask, donāt tell. She might use the relationship as a way to get reaper to do more risky missions to grantee his partnerās safety but thatās as much as I think sheād meddle with it.
Hi, I hope you can make this request that I'm going to make, if you can't I'll understand.ei.
Could you make a fic where the reader is similar in terms of weapon and some of the lore to Jinx? (I'm still not over arcane).
This request is from Overwatch, Jinx reader with LĆŗcio, he is perfect and is the greatest representation of the Brazilian communityā„ļø
Please, if there is something written wrong it is because English is not my native language.
Apologies for this being short and a little bit boring I am recovering from Covid as of current (ą¹-ļ¹-ą¹)š
Contains: Lucio x jinx coded! Reader
Rating: E for every brain!
Warnings: brief mentions of guns
Authors note: brainsā¦ I fear Iām loosing my mind Ėā Ė
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In an information retrieval mission the not so sneaky musician ended up running into you, a long time missing person who talon had taken to run less than legal experiments on, courtesy of Moira of course.
You had just wiped out the remaining few rookie agents who had followed after the brightly colored skater so it was just you, him, and the gun that was sure to rip him apart any momentā¦
But it didnāt.
Maybe it was the goofy smile plastered on his face, the music blaring from him, or the tranquilizer dart that youād been shot with but you couldnāt bring yourself to shoot him.
That was months ago and getting used to life with overwatch was surprising pleasant. The food was actually edible, the medical staff actually made things better, and your overall quality of life was far better, but there was one nagging thing. The agent that had found you persisted in following you around like a lost puppy, asking questions about your equipment and watching you repair the large gun that once decided his fate.
āSoā¦ what kind of music do you like?ā The manās voice peaks into your brain once again as you tinker with a new type of bomb. He found his place sitting on your bed, his athletic loungewear burning your eyes with how bright his choice of colors was.
Reluctantly you hand him your headphones, watching his lips curl into a smile. He briefly took ownership of your headphones while he fiddled with his own phone. He connected your headphones to his phone and replaced the headphones back onto your head, causing some of your hair to fall into your eyes, his touch leaving a lingering warmth on your skin for longer than youād have liked.
In that short time he had taken your things he had created a playlist with songs youād never heard of before, many from his own albums.
Lucio became one of the only agents you found tolerable after that. He took you out often to different small concerts and shows with great seats, granted he knew a majority of the artists. His warm enthusiasm wormed its way into your heart.
Angela and the older members of the crew teased him for the gold bangles and blue paint that have weaseled their way into his wardrobe over the short time youād been with the team. He allowed you to tinker with his locks, his head lulled back on your thighs as you decorate his hair peacefully.
Does anyone think itās odd that people use this edited pic of viktor more often than the real one?š
Itās smoothed out, blurred, wrong. Youāre removing what makes viktor interesting. His sunken cheeks, deep eye bags, and wrinkles around his lips and nose, that is what makes him Viktor, without it heās just twink #12 not viktor.
But maybe thatās just me and my love for unique faces i donāt know ā®(ļæ£ā½ļæ£"")ā
Iām in a šÆš»š®šŖš“š mood might as well (ļæ£^ļæ£ )ćš
Contains: Jayce talis x reader
Warnings: soft smut, oral (reader receiving)
Rating: M for mature brains
Authors note: Jayce is a D1 MUNCH and I stand by that
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Mornings like this were always the best, sun peaking out from the curtains that made your lovers bare skin glisten like syrup, the warmth of his skin on yours engulfing the two of you, and all the time in the world.
The way his warm honey colored eyes studied every subtle reaction your body gave, hands drawing idle patterns onto the meat of your thighs, soft groans leaving his throat while he works yet another wave of pleasure from you. He could spend a lifetime between your thighs, relishing in every breath that left your lips as he grew light headed.
Eventually he had to rise for air, open mouthed kisses peppering up your stomach, chest, neck, and jaw before finally landing on your lips once more. His hands move to caress your hips as he finds his place between you legs once more, his hips hovering above yours.
āDonāt you have a meeting soon?ā You say with a raised brow, hand moving to stroke the short hair on the back of his head, a sigh leaving his lips.
MORE JAYCE!! anything is fine! Use ur imagination š«š¤¤š«¶
Iām always looking for an excuse to write about my male wife āø( Ė įµ Ė )āø š
Once more to see you - Jayce talis
Contains: Arcane survivor! Jayce x reader
Rating: E for every brain
Warnings: none
Authorās note: this is short but Iām about to eat thanksgiving dinner so hereās a snack for you brains
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Jayce has always been a simple man whose only solace after a long day of juggling council responsibilities and hextech work is being able to come home to fall into his lovers arms, but after everything thatās happened in the last year he couldnāt be more desperate for the chance just to see you.
His body ached every time he even thought about getting up but he had to find you, pulling himself through the corridors of your familyās estate to stumble into the bedroom you two shared. He fumbles with the door knob before finally pushing the door open, the warm scent of your lingering perfume washing over him.
ā[name]?ā He called out, voice gruff and broken as he pushed himself further into the main area of your room. His voice sent a shiver down you spine, months of searching for him tirelessly had finally come to an end and neither of you could fully accept it.
When you had come out of your bathroom to confirm it was truly him his eyes had already begun to well with tears. He looked like a shell of the man you knew, facial hair and scars coating his once clean skin, tailored suit torn to shreds, hair messily falling on his face, despite all of this you could still see your lover behind all of the blood and dirt that coated his skin.
Before you could get a word out he had pressed his lips to yours, arms wrapping around your waist. His touch was rough, hands shaking as he holds you close as if youād vanish into thin air if he let you go. Your hands come up to hold his face, beard scratching against your palms.
After what mightāve been forever he pulls away from the kiss, breath shaky as he clings to you once more, face buried in your shoulder. You carefully led him to the bed, letting him rest on your chest.
āDo you want talk about it?ā You ask, keeping your voice soft and quiet as your hands gently detangle his messy hair.
āNoā¦ā He mumbles, shoulders relaxing as tension slowly simmers out from the muscles on his back.
āI just want to lay hereā His voice is exhausted, he hadnāt slept in weeks and at this point he wasnāt sure if he could anymore. The warmth of your touch was the only thing that calmed the images flashing in his head every time he shut his eyes.
Heyy can you do angst like really really angst of reader dying in season 2 or 1 with Jayce x reader
This is so evilā¦ of course Iāll do it ą“¦ąµą“¦ą“æ ĖĶĢź³ĖĶĢ )ā§š
Contains- Jayce Talis x councilor! Reader
Rating- T for brains above 13!
Warnings- mentions and descriptions of death and gore(?)
Authors note- Iām currently coping with season 2 act 2 , I miss my soft lover boy Jayce so bad itās insane ( ā¢ į“ ā¢ ļ½”)
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You had met Jayce in the academy days, keeping him company while he did his piles of research on hex tech. You loved to watch him work, seeing him finding that final piece of the puzzle and celebrating with you made your heart flutter. So after weeks of brushing hands, stares from across the classroom, and complements that were a bit too flirty he finally got the courage to ask you out.
Since then heās been glued to you, fingers laced with yours while he rehearses his progress day speech for the 50th time, head resting in your lap as you work out some councilor paperwork late in the night.
One afternoon he walks into your office, face sewn with an emotion you couldnāt place.
āYouāre needed in the council room, itās importantā his tone is flat but wavers at the end, after the attack on the bridge you could tell he was struggling, grappling with the weight of duties he never agreed to uphold.
You followed him into the room, dim with the sun setting just outside the large window. As he speaks to you and the rest of the council his voice is confident but the look in his eyes while he introduces the idea of a separation of piltover and zaun is full of worry.
The idea of zaun raised eyebrows but as the time to vote came the council, including you, agreed. Maybe once zaun is free the zaunites can finally find peace and piltover can focus on hex techās development. The final light flickers on as councilor Kiramman agreed to the proposition and a wave of relief washed over Jayceās face, the looming dread leaving his face.
A moment later a distant explosion causes you to turn your head, momentarily blinded by the blue flash of a rocket barreling for the council building. Without time for anyone to react the room is practically reduced to rubble, a searing heat biting your skin as rubble pins you on the ground.
Everything sounds muffled as the remaining members of the council stumble to help each other, Jayceās voice booming through the room as he searches for you. Heās able to pull a majority of the rubble off you you but the damage was already done, blood pooling on your dress as Jayceās hand comes to cover the gash ripped in your side.
Tears fill his eyes as he tries to get help, screaming for help from the stunned councilors staring at the scene unfolding in front of them.
āJayceā¦ā you call out, hand reaching up to touch his face in spite of the shooting pain every movement caused. His skin is hot, stubble on his jaw pricking at your hand. His cheeks are covered in ash and dust, only broken up by tear tracks.
āIām sorry- I- I can fix this Iām gonna get you helpā He reassures, the words consoling himself more than you. His hands shake as he holds you, panic setting in while your skin grows paler and colder by the second. You guide his face to yours, lips colliding with his for the last time.
āPleaseā¦ donāt blame yourselfā you plead as you fight to stay conscious, every second passing increasing the pain ripping from you abdomen while the adrenaline fades. The finality in the way you spoke broke Jayce, a strangled cry leaving his lips as he felt you go limp in his arms.
Your mind brought you to a safer place, memories of the early mornings, date nights, and soft moments shared between you two playing as the sound around you fades and you can feel yourself slipping away. The pain fades and for a brief moment there is peace, no aching in your heart as you watch the man you love work himself to the bone to fix problems born centuries before him, no more constant stress about how to uphold the approval of the council while fulfilling your promise to your people in the undercity, no more fear of what tomorrow may bring.
As he finally lets your body go, lying you down as comfortably as he could so your final rest could be a good one, his gaze falls on victor.
He is in a similar position to you but thereās no visible bleeding and heās still breathing, though shallow. A flash of panic courses through him as he rushes him to the lab, chest heaving while his thoughts cloud all of the other voices around.
Contains- Cole Cassidy x (implied) overwatch hero! Reader
Rating- T for the teen brains out there?
Warnings- none
Authors note- so Iām back writing after a creative drought with more characters on my request list, go check it out if you want!
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š Cole has always been a flirty person so it came as a surprise when you were unfazed by his antics and even threw a few comments back at him from time to time.
š flirting became a game to him, seeing what would get a reaction out of you but nothing really did. Eventually he got the genius idea to stick his hat atop your hair, whispering some nonsense about āthe cowboy hat ruleā in your ear with a smirk.
āDown for a ride cowgirl?ā He says, exaggerating his deep southern accent as he takes in the way your hair looks as itās messed up by his hat. Having him disturb your work for weeks now was starting to bug you so you decided to throw him a bone, figuring heād lay off afterwards.
āOh are you sure?ā You said with a laugh, taking his hat from your head and pressing it to his chest. āBecause I donāt think you could handle all of thisā you said with a whisper, leaning to be just inches from his face, breath falling on his lips.
āWell I-ā he stumbles back, a deep pink tinting his face as he tried to come up with a witty response but fell short. His mouth hung open for a moment as you left to catch up with Dr Ziegler and the case you originally came in to discuss with her.
He was dumbfounded, both with being out played in his own game but also with how it made him feel. He was used to an eye roll, an annoyed huff, an insult even but this was new and he had no clue how to react. His palms grew sweaty and he couldnāt think about anything but that short interaction until Gabriel came in to pull him into another mission briefing that he was far too late to at this point.
Hey yāall Iām gonna be honest and please donāt hate me but I have no clue what to do with any of my requests rn ļ½”Ā°(Ā°.āįÆ āĀ°)Ā°ļ½”
I canāt formulate any headcanons or fics idk whatās up with me rn but Iām opening requests back up for a few days to hopefully spark my motivation again (įµāį“ā)
(Iām adding some spiderverse characters to the character list so check that out (Ā°ā”Ā°) āļø)
If you sent in a request and I didnt get to it I am so sorry! ( ._. )""š
You asked and I am here. Cole Cassidy x Reader pretty please? š
No specific criteria - write whatever you feel like :))
Ugh this man has infected my brainšµāš«
Thank you humble anon for this blessingš
Contains- Cole Cassidy x Reader RAHHHHH
Rating- E for every brain!!
Warnings- mentions of mcree (i wanted to incorporate the name change I hate the real guy!)
Authors note- this is mostly self indulgent but I just got my phone back, cut me some slackāš¤
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You had met Cole back in his deadlock days while working at your familyās diner, the Panorama. He was still a scruffy teen, toothpick between his lips as he entered the warm building. A girl your age followed in behind him, her long pale hair scruffed and messy.
āDamn you mcree!ā She huffed, pushing him roughly before fixing her hair. You knew youād seen him before, something about his face and the way he carried himself that seemed familiar, he and the girl were plastered all over wanted posters in the area with hefty prices attached.
You decided to give them the benefit of the doubt and let them take a seat at the bar as you took their order. The girl, who you would come to know as Ashe, ordered a grilled cheese and the boy ordered a burger while his gaze drifted to the apple pie in the case across the bar.
āAnd would either of you want some pie with that?ā You ask, seeing the look on the girls face as she quietly reminds the boy of their financial situation.
āOh no not tonightā the boy says setting his hat onto the bar, scruffy hair falling over his forehead messily.
āOn the house, Mcreeā you hum, placing a slice of pie in front of the two. The girl looks at you with a cocked eyebrow and stops the boy from eating or even touching the dish.
āIt was gonna get thrown out anywayā you clarify with a warm smile and the girl seems to relax as the boy houses the food. They eat silently as you clean glasses and tune into whatever music was playing on the radio, feeling the boys gaze on you as you worked. As they pay their bill and the boy hands it to you he speaks up.
āThe names Cole by the way, Cole Cassidyā His voice has a smooth southern tone to it, his cheeks having a noticeable dusting of pink as he speaks.
āOh sorryā¦ Iām f/n l/nā
Cole and Ashe leave for the night and as the weeks pass you start to notice the lootings and fights drift farther from the diner, bringing in more business during the day. Cole visits regularly ājust for pieā, complementing you far too much for something heās had so many times before but you didnāt mind, not in the slightest.
He treats you like an angel, ensuring that no one speaks to you even slightly rudely as he chats with you. The cooks quickly took notice and began teasing you for āstraightening him outā, which you laugh at while denying it. Every once in a while heād bring in flowers for the vase next to the register, hands clammy as he hands the flowers to you.
For about a year and half thatās how it was, until overwatch caught wind of deadlock. Rumors where all you had to piece together where he went, apparently being forced into overwatch in order to avoid arrest. You couldnāt help but miss him, watching as the rain withered the final wanted posters tacked up on the telephone poles. Inevitably you had to grow up, to take full control of the diner as the years pass and locals move in and out.
When overwatch disbanded you were coming up on your late thirties and you couldnāt defend your diner as well as you used to, criminals getting bold again with flashy weapons and body modifications. Thatās when rumors of a certain cowboy rolling into town again began circulating through hushed whispers. A red beat up motor cycle came to a halt in front of the entrance of the diner,a cloud of dust pillowing beneath it as the bell above the door rings.
It was a slow morning so the only sounds were the sinks, grills, and the manās boots and spurs hitting the tile floor. His gaze rose to you as he took his hat from his head and held it to his chest with a gentle smile.
Hi um I saw you write for reaper.. do u have any headcanons on how he shows affection (with a partner)? š«¶
Ofc I can!! This is actually something I like thinking about so itās gonna be a wombo combo! (ā§įā¦)š
Contains- Reaper AND Gabriel brain dump.
Rating- E for all of the brains!
Warnings- none
Authors note- so my phone got run over by fire truck and grammarly sucks on this laptop, sincerest apologies for any spelling errors!
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Gabriel Reyes
ā± Gabriel is an intimedating man to say the least, striking fear into the faces of new recruits, but not with you.
ā±Though Gabriel hides his marrital status from the general public and the majority of overwatch, trust he mentions you every time he talks with Jack, Cole, Genji, or even Angela without fail.
ā± He tries his best to stay in the loop with your social life, often getting a little too invested in some petty drama between girls at your workplace.
ā±Even when he can't make it, Gabe makes sure you know how much he loves you and not in a boring way, not through a call and most definately not through texts. He sends flowers to your shared home, specially picked out arrangements of your favorite flowers that you mentioned on your first date years ago, hand written letters the size of a light book packed neatly with your name printed beautifully on the front.
ā± He purpously leaves a few sweaters hes worn alot behind while hes away to make sure youll always have something of his even when hes out risking his life.
ā± The second that he enters the door of your shared home hes stuck to you like glue, arms wrapped around your waist as you do dishes and fill him in on whats gone on while hes away, limbs tangled with yours while he falls asleep for the first time in weeks.
ā± He makes sure to find the most beutiful dresses for you so you can attend Overwatch galas alongside him, he knows every curve and dip of your body and soul anyway so what he brings home is perfect always both for you and the occasion.
ā± Among the rubble of the swiss base they recovered tens of letters addressed to you that he never got to send, pages upon pages detailing just how much he missed you and how relived he was to have some vacation days coming up. The pages are fragile and covered in ashes but you kept every last salvageable sheet to reread on those late nights.
