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She/her…20…and a fan of to many things

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no one is brave enough to write monoco x reader -_-

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Trying water color

Wish I was better 💀

[thebuttholequeen]

You're ok with abortion?

Only when it’s completely necessary, like when a woman is pregnant and doesn’t want to be anymore. 

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I just need somewhere to post something where I know people that know me can’t find it. But today I finally connected with who I am. And I’m saying it out loud to the void of the internet. I’m pansexual. I have been for years but I’ve always denied it. So today I’ll say it out loud.

I don’t think I’ll ever say it out to my friends, family, or partner but at least and someone knows.

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Prisoner

Reaper/ Gabriel Reyes x Injured! Reader

A/N: You’re an ex Overwatch agent that got captured by Talon and they want information of where the other agents went when Overwatch shut down.

Warnings: Injured Reader/talk of injures and hurting the reader

Word count: 930

      Pain, it’s the only thing I could feel as I lay on a cold mat. My ribs ache and my legs and arms are both covered in buries. I ache all but I know this isn’t the end. More beatings and torture will happen till I give answers they like. Though I know nothing, even though my pain-filled thoughts I know for sure I know nothing. But my cries and pleading don’t make them stop hitting me or torturing me. It doesn’t stop till their leader says something, and always looks at me with anger in his eyes. I know one day, I’ll close my eyes after our “meetings'' and I’ll never wake up. My pain will be gone forever.

    I close my eyes and think of my old memories of my team. These are the only things keeping me together. Keeping me from closing my eyes and never waking again. I hold on to the fond thoughts of Halloween and the summertime with all my friends. How we would all relax and celebrate something to cheer ourselves up or to have some downtime. Though the memory that really keeps me going is of Gabriel. He and I were very close and almost a couple, but when he passed I lost it all. I choose to live on and stay alive to remember him, no one should be forgotten and so I push on to make sure I can remember him. Though, I do wish I could close my eyes and wake up to him and not this hell hole for once.

    A small creak from my door makes me open my eyes and glance over to the door, I could see a dark male figure standing there. This man is my savior, he always brings me painkillers and bandages when I need them.

    “I got you pain killer and water.” His voice sounds gruffer than normal but my only guess is he was yelling a lot before coming here.

    “Why the harsh voice?” I ask my question as I push myself up the best I can. He assists me the rest of the way up so I can sit up.

    His response was sharp and fast, “An argument broke out.” I nod along thinking that was all a lie.

    “I see.” A long pause sets in as I sip on my water and he bandages up wounds from my last beating or “integration” as they say. It was normal to have very short chats but they felt so intimate. It feels like I know him and he knows me. Though, I could always feel this since I barely get true human interaction. 

    “Y/N?” I snap out and look over to him quickly. His blank mask stares back at me and no emotions could ever be shown.

    “Yes?” I pause then realize what he had said, “Wait. You know my name?” 

    He stares for a long moment before nodding. No words, just a nod. This causes questions to arise in me but I didn’t know how to vocally ask him.

    Panic starts to form in my gut as I watch him act normal and gather the leftover supplies, “Please don’t leave me.” All my thoughts stop and all I want to do is to beg him to stay. He doesn’t stop his normal routine with me till I grab his wrist. “Stop, please. How do you know my name? At least tell me that. I deserve that.” The tears I’ve held back for so long finally broke free and ran down my cheeks.

    He pauses and raises one hand up to my cheek and wipes away some of the falling tears. “Y/N, I knew you. You knew me. We worked together,” He stops almost like he is trying to get his thoughts in order, “We were on the Blackwatch team together.” I tilt my head a little before connecting the dots together. He is the man I’ve held on to for so long. The man I thought was dead.

      “You...You’re dead!” I scream. I felt betrayed to know he, the man I grew to love, is on the enemy side now. I want to hit and scream like a child during a tantrum but I can’t do anything. All I can do is sit here in pain and stare all my anger at a blank mask.

    “Everyone in Overwatch and Blackwatch thinks that and it will stay that way.” He stands up and looks down at me. “Y/N I always loved you. But I’m sorry you got caught. I may help you with your injuries but I can’t ever get you out.” With that, he turns his back to me and walks out.

    I watch him leave and close the door behind him. I kept looking at the door even though it was locked and there was no way of opening it. After a few more minutes I look down at my cup of water and let my tears drip and fall into my water. Knowing Gabriel is alive is amazing news but finding out that he no longer is a good guy breaks me. I have given up, the real Gabriel is dead and this man claiming to be him is just a shell of him. 

    I place my cup next to my leg and lay down. This is it, I’ve given up. Maybe one day I can see the real Gabriel again. I close my eyes. I began to focus on my breathing and try to sleep so I could see the real Gabriel again. 

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‪Sometimes he uses The Force to steal extra marshmallows.‬

[keethus-arts]

So you know that The Mandalorian is basically a space western, right? So here’s my Idea. Enjoy Outlaw Din Djarin! He’s grumpy because he didn’t find the child yet

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This gives me red dead vibes

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I’ve been stuck at home and to entertain myself I’ve been taking photos in red dead or hawyee as I call it. Now, I hope you all are staying safe and healthy! I wish you all the best ❤️

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Love the glitches in this game ❤️

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Remember

Jesse McCree x Reader

A/N This is after the short film for Overwatch 2 (if you haven’t seen it, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKXS_YA9s7E ) and the reader is hunting McCree down to get him back into Overwatch and for personal reasons. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,021

           I look down at my watch and read 12:15am. I only have a few more hours before some bars close and my search for one man could either become easier or harder. Depending on the people coming out of the bars and how drunk they are. 

           I walk into one dim-lit bar and immediately get hit with the smell of whiskey and beer mixed. I do one quick glance as I walk up to the perfectly lined up stools and take a seat next to a scruffy looking man. I can tell he is tall and tough just by the look of him and with all of his empty whiskey glasses around him. Though my hope is high and he might have seen him.

           So, I turn to him and pull a photo of the man I’m out here for and slide it over to him, “Have you seen this man?”

           He gives the photo a side glance before picking up his half-full glass and swigs it all down. He slams the glass down and fully turns to me, “I’ve seen him once our twice. Now, leave me alone.” 

           I sigh and slam my hand on my photo and drag it back to myself as I get off the stool. “Thanks for your help, I guess.” I move to the other side of him and place a twenty on the counter, “This is for the help. Have a nice night.” 

           I hear him mumble something under his breath but I don’t stay around to hear it. I’m out here on a mission not to sit around and chat. 

           I step out into the cold night and look down at the photo in my hand, it’s of Jesse. It’s him all dressed up in his blackwatch outfit. It was taken back when he wasn’t missing his arm and when we were together. When we shared missions and shared a bed. 

           I could feel tears welling up in my eyes and my throat tighten the more I stare at the photo. “Maybe this was all a waste.” I give the photo one last look and fold it up and shove it in my back pocket. 

           “I don’t think it was a waste, darlin.” A sweet southern accent from behind me makes me spin around. A man stood there with his big brown hat tilted down to cover his eyes. He lights a cigarette and shows me his whole face.

           “Jesse?” I step forward all wide-eyed and confused. “I found you!” I smile and take another step forward. My past tears begin to fall down my cheeks.

           “Well,” He pauses to puff his cigarette, “More like I found you. I knew you’ve been tracking me Y/N.” He moves close to me and stands in front of me.

           “Am I that bad?” My sass is back even though I sound all choked up as I speak. 

           He laughs and smiles at me. He gives his cigarette another puff and blows it away from my face, “No, I just caught on in the last town. Thought I should confront you since I don’t like being followed.” His smile fades and his eyes narrow as he stares at me, “So, Y/N, why are you here for me?”

           “I’m here to get you to come back to Overwatch.” I wipe away my tears as I speak and avoid eye contact. 

           “No.” I look at him and watch as he put his cigarette back into his mouth and walks past me.

           I turn around and follow him, even though he has a fast pace I keep up the best I can. I call out to him the best I can, “Jesse, please we need you back!” I finally get close to him and try to get in front of him and give him my speech, “The team, the world needs you back. There is a new danger on the rise.” I fall behind him. This whole speech won’t change him. 

           I come to a stop, I waver for a moment before yelling, “I need you, Jesse! I need you back!” I let my tears well up and fall, I ignore the tight feeling in my throat and the ache in my chest. Though in my foggy vision I see him stop, so I continue, “Remember all those times we would share some whiskey together and share our secrets? Remember all those times we laid under the night sky and shared midnight makeout sessions? Remember all those times we laid in bed together and having breakfast in bed?” I pause and begin to cry harder. “I need you back, Jesse.” 

           I look toward Jesse and he is still in the same spot. I could see him throw his cigarette down and stomp on it to put it out. He is standing still, but in my cloudy vision, I could walk up to him. 

           He turns when I get close and frowns, “Y/N, I’m sorry. I want to come back but I don’t want to lose more of my life. I already lost my arm and I can’t lose my family again.” He takes a step forward and wraps his arms around me. He hugs me tightly and kisses my head.

           I sniffle and try to look up at him, “But, Jesse your family needs you.” 

           He hushes me and loosens his grip on me, “Y/N I know. But,” He stops and looks at me with a guilty look, “I forgot about you, darlin.” 

           “Oh, Jesse.” I go back into the hug and hug him really tight.

           “I am really sorry darlin.” I let him go and back up. 

           “I know you may not be ready to go back. So, let’s stay here or where you want to till you are ready.” I take his metal hand into mine. I look at him give him my brightest smile even through my last few tears. 

           “Let’s go back to my hotel then darlin, and let’s stay in bed and have breakfast in bed like old times.” He grips my hand softly and gently pulls me to his temporary place. 

The end

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"I'm your huckleberry"

-Jesse McCree

My next fanfic will be... *drum roll* McCree! I hope to get it on this week! See ya then!

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Bandages

A/N: So, I’m a short person and I thought this was a cute idea since I love people taller than me. Since Jordan is 5′10 I thought it would be cute with a short reader. 

Warnings: None

Word count: 1,095

Thermite/Jordan Trace x Short! Reader

I have been working as a nurse for team rainbow for a year now. I love the job and the people here but there is one patient that I see almost every day, even for the smallest cut. He always comes in to chat every spare moment he had. I do find it sweet yet annoying when I have stacks of paperwork to do. Though, a small crush has formed on the Texan. With his charming voice and breathtaking smile, it makes all my stress melt away on my rough days. 

            “Knock knock.” I look up and see Jordan standing in my office doorway.

            “Yes, Jordan?” I cock one of my eyebrows and smile.

            He frowns a little bit, “You’re supposed to say, ‘Who’s there?’” 

            I giggle a little bit and shake my head, “Alright, who’s there?” 

            “Nope, you ruined it.” He smiles as he speaks and walks more into my office.

            “Oh great,” I roll my eyes. “So what is it this time Jordan? Another little paper cute?” 

            “Pft, no. I came to just say hi and say I may need some new bandages.” He steps right up to my desk and looks down at me with a toothy smile. 

            I stare at him already scarred arms and wrench at the thought of how rough it must have been for him. I look away and sigh, my happy mood is all gone now, “How many?” 

            “Just two, please.” His smile fades too and I could tell he felt the mood shift.

            “Okay.” I slowly get up from my desk and shuffle my way over to my storage room door, he follows closely behind me he wasn’t more than a few inches from me. I could feel his tall presence behind me as I dig my keys out of my pocket to unlock the door. I try my hardest to get the keys from my pocket, but with him, behind me, it becomes hard to focus. I don’t feel fear in the moment but feelings of embarrassment rise as I keep failing to get my keys out.

            “Can you back up, please?” My voice comes out quiet and soft.

            “Why?” I could hear the smirk on Jordan's face just by his smug tone.

            I mumble out, “Because, I can’t focus.” But even with this, he doesn’t move an inch but it feels like he moves even closer. 

            “Can I help you, Y/N?” I stop and turn to him and look at him, he is smirking down at me. 

            I look away and I could feel my face heating up, “No I can do it.” I turn back and take a breath. I push my hand back into my pocket and got the keys out. I shove the key into the keyhole and quickly unlock it. 

            We both step in and I walk over a cabinet and pull it open and get two bandages out. I turn and thrust out the bandages to Jordan. 

            He looks down at the bandages then back at me, “Can you put them on? You always know the best way to put them on.” 

            I sigh and nod, though as I walk past him I could feel his scarred hand gently touch my bare arm. I bit my lip and keep on walking, ignoring his gentle touch. 

            He follows and sits down in a chair across from my desk and puts out his right hand for me to wrap. I follow suit and undo one of the bandages and begin to wrap up his right hand. 

            “Thank you, Y/N.” I glance over to him and I notice how he doesn’t look at me as he speaks but stares at my hands as I work away. 

            “Of course, Jordan. I’m always here to help.” I gently smile as I do the last wrap around his hand. “There, one hand done.” 

            He puts his hand on his knee and doesn’t move to give me his other hand, worry starts to fill me. I’ve never seen Jordan go so quiet and avoiding eye contact. 

            “Are you okay?” I tilt my head a little bit and lay a hand on one of his shoulders.

            “I’m fine, Y/N.” He looks at me and smiles. Though the smile looks forced as if he is hiding something. 

            I don’t begin the next wrap, I don’t want to till I find out he is okay. “I don’t believe you. You went from being happy to quiet so what is wrong?”

            “I’m thinking.” His smile is gone and he looks up at me.

            “About what?” My heart starts to pound, with the closeness from earlier and this just maybe he likes me back.

            “Y/N,” He takes my hand with his unwrapped hand and stands up, “I think I’m falling for you, but I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable earlier. I don’t know what came over me and I understand if you don’t like me back for that.” He looks at me with an apologetic look.

            “Oh, Jordan. I wasn’t uncomfortable, I thought you were going to kiss me right there and let things get heated.” I laugh a little and lay a hand on his warm cheek. “But I’ve been falling for you too. I have been for a long time.” 

            He smiles and moves his head so he could kiss my palm, “So heated you said?” The Jordan I know is back for sure now. 

            I pull my hand back and smile, “How about later Jordan. I need to finish your wraps and all my paperwork.” 

            “Well, I didn’t really need these I thought to just come in here and try to confess. I guess it worked.” He gins and wraps his other arm around my waist. He leans down a little bit since I only reached his chest level and kisses me.

            Once we part he kisses the top of my head and lets me out of his arms, “I’ll see you later tonight?” 

            “Sure.” I blush and look to the one bandage left on the table. “Oh, here.” I grab the bandage and pass it to him. 

            He takes it and purposely touched my fingers as I hand it over, “Thanks, sweets. See you tonight in my room.” He winks and turns but stops and turns back to me.

            “What is it?” I pause and look up at him which he takes this opportunity to kiss me one last time.

            “Now, I’ll be going.” He gives me one last smile and wink. This time he truly leaves and leaves me with much joy and excitement for tonight. 

The End 

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Be your friend’s bipods this Christmas

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Life Saver

TFP Optimus Prime X Cybertronain! Reader

Word Count: 1,309

Warnings: Some angst, the reader got hurt

          I am laying on the ground with my legs pinned under a huge boulder. As I lay there Bumblebee calls for help and tries to push the boulder, which is double his size.

          "Bumblebee, it's no use," tears flow out of my optics as the pain in my legs worsens by the second.

          Low whirls and beeps come from Bee as he pushes harder, even though he knew it was a waste of time trying to help his friend. 

          A ground bridge soon opens and Bulkhead, Ratchet, and Optimus come through. All look at me and look fearful. 

          "You three push on the bolder, and Y/N look at me," Ratchet acts calmly and barks out orders which we all follow.

          I stare at Ratchet with my tear-filled optics and ask with a broken voice, "Ratchet will I make it or," I pause and cry out when part of the bolder is off lifted off my legs a bit.

          Instead of Ratchet giving me an answer after I scream, Optimus replies, "You'll make it through I promise."

          Ratchet nods his helm in agreement with Optimus, as he scans my upper half for any internal damage.

          Finally, the bolder comes off my lower half and Ratchet takes the place of Optimus, and Optimus quickly came to my side where Ratchet was.

          He kneels to my side and lays his large servo on my cheek, he turns my helm to face him, "Y/N, I am going to make sure you get through this."

          I smile up at him and the memories of him helping me from the war come back, he has always been a great friend to me since the beginning of the war. He always made sure to protect me the best he could.

          "I know you'll get me through this." He gives me a small smile back and I lay my servo over his.

          "We need to get her back to the base," Ratchets voice broke are little moment and Optimus took his servo from my cheek.

          I push myself up a bit so Optimus can get his servo under my back and he gently wiggles his servo under my knee joints.

          I can feel him as he gets his arm under my knee joint he tries not to hurt me but the pain came to as a wave and it causes me to yelp out.

          Optimus looks down at me and speaks in a low whisper, "I am so sorry, Y/N.” 

          As he lifts me up and my vision begins to get blurry with black spots. I knew this may be the end of the road so I look to the blurry face of Optimus and say in a broken voice, "Optimus, this may be the end but," I pause as my vision blanks for a moment but come back, "I wanted to say that I have always liked you."

          My vision blanks out and the pain seems to take over and the last words my audio receptors could pick up were a distance, "Please do leave me Y/N, I love you," then everything was dull and dark. There is no pain just an empty feeling and I know that I am heading to the Allspark and I am accepting the feeling.

          I wake to bright lights and a low hum of a machine. I knew the low hum was coming from a spark pulsar, a machine made to keep a spark going and to measure the pulse of the spark. It was good to have around but when you're hooked up to it with all the wires around you it almost feels like it's hugging you. Let's just say it isn't fun being hooked up to it.

          Soon a low mumble pairs up with the humming, and a red blob comes in my view.

          "Optimus-" I stop myself from speaking when my vision slowly clears up, so everything above me is clean and clear as day, but I soon regret saying anything and regret having my vision all clear, because now I can see Optimus's frantic face above mine.

          "I kept my promise," his frantic face changes to a calm smile but I knew he was scared underneath his calm and collected look.

          This time it's my turn to reach out to him and lay my servo on his cheek. His face seems to light up once I touch his cheek, but his soon lit up face disappears and crunches up to a somewhat forced smile.

          "Get some rest," his forced smile fades in and out but I listen to his words and fall into recharge.

          When I wake from recharge and I wait for my optics to adjust to the dim base.

          "Ratchet?" I look around as much as I can before shifting up on my elbows. "Ratchet?" Again I call out to Ratchet and to my surprise he doesn't come, he normally never gets much sleep but this time he is in recharge somewhere. I look around again and try to catch anything I missed the first time and I catch a dim light coming from are computer. "Excuse me," I don't know who is over there but they had to hear me by now, and lucky I was right.

          "Yes, Y/N?" It's Optimus, the other mech that gets pretty much no sleep.

          "I was wondering if we can talk." He doesn't say anything but sits on the edge of the berth by my waist and waits for me to continue.

          "We can talk about, you know the last word thing," I don't look at him as I say my short and simple sentences that seemed more like a paragraph of words.

          "We can if you want to," his deep voice drives me crazy on how he sounds so kind and caring and yet so hot. I just wanted to sit in his lap and never do anything ever again.

          "Why wouldn't I want to talk about it," I lay back down and stare up at his sky blue optics. I could feel a blush dance across my cheeks as I stare at him.

          "May I say, I wasn't lying I do like you and in the more the friends way," he looks away for a moment before I take over.

          "I like you that way too," I blurt out my words without thinking and I regret everything, but I get a laugh out of him. My look of embarrassment vanishes in a flash once his laughter broke the momentary silence. 

          He calms down fast but keeps a smile on his lips, the look he gives makes an idea come to head and without thinking I shove it out of my mouth. "So, are we going seal the deal with a kiss or something?" The dumbest sentence flows out like a waterfall and I don't care if it sounds stupid I just want to kiss him so badly.

          "Why not," he leans down and lays one servo beside my helm so he can get closer to me. Then it happens the moment I wanted since I met him, his lips meet mine. He gives me a short but passionate kiss, and I knew we are meant to be. 

          We part and he lays his forehelm on mine, we stare at each other for what seems like for hours but only a few seconds pass till I speak up, "We should do this more often," he gives me a smirk and kisses me again. 

          His kiss is short but it's so full of love and passion, again we part and he speaks up, "Oh, we are doing this more often," I grin back and for the rest of the night we gave each other small kisses till I fell asleep. 

          Maybe, falling for your leader isn't as bad as they say it is.

The End

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I love my internet ❤️

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I made a happy face! I hope you’re have a good day!

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Hmm, okay