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I couldn’t choose

clearly

[darthsuki]

this is gay but here i am. popping in ur inbox to tell u u are 100% cute and 101% adorable

it is very gay, but u r the cutest gay bc I am an expert in this stuff

*smoochies* cutie patootie

[darthsuki]

S T X Y <3 <3 <3

Send me a letter ask about fanfics!

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

I’m a sucker for domestic, established stuff. I also love pregnancy and the subsequent further domestic, fluffy shit that comes with it. I love a couple AUs as well!! Omegaverse, SAO-style AU, Soulmate AU (where they have a mark or something that reacts when they meet their soulmate), stuff like that.

I also have a horrible adoration for some healing cock like I really shouldn’t but I dO.

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

Genderswaps for sure. I mean, I’m on the fence for the whether it’s good/bad/between since it often is very binary for how it approaches gender (male character becomes female and vice versa), but I just don’t really get very invested in that trope alone. Just....eh? How does it change their character any? Now trans, NB or characters crushing gender expectations....now thats my jam....

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

Apparently only my self insert and my OC Tsunami ;;; I mean Tsunami/Suki’s backstory is....really depressing....SHE LITERALLY HAS REGULAR SEIZURES WHERE SHE FEELS LIKE SHE’S DROWNING.

Otherwise ya, same attention to my self insert/persona (still working on a solid character so there really isn’t much outside of my own thoughts). It’s mostly because I adore the comfort and whatnot that comes after the hurt ;;;;;;

Y: A character you want to protect.

PROTECT LUCIO 2K16 HE IS THE SMOLLEST CINNAMON ROLL

[darthsuki]

oddly enough, winston in a way

Which Overwatch character do I remind you of?

YOU KNOW THATS....huh, I can see that too. Science lover, v friendly, secretly a giant gorilla

u know i agree with that

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call out post: likes my psots even after saying “brb” and ending a conversation

[darthsuki]

reinhardt/fem!reader where the reader reveals shes pregnant w/ his baby

Read Drabblewatch on AO3 || Read this part on AO3

It was the third test you took, and they were even all entirely different brands. With each of them promising a 99% effective rate, that’s…99% three times, which is plenty more math than you’re willing to think about at the moment–you’re already using more than enough of your emotions and though processes on something else. Point being, if they all had the same result, than it really couldn’t be wrong.

You’re pregnant.

The news hits you like a train straight to the gut. And it’s not like it comes as a surprise persay, but you just….never expected it would happen now, on a late Sunday midmorning, the day after the entire team had a movie night together. It just seems surreal to see the test for yourself, staring down at that little stick with the little, obvious plus sign on the reader.

It feels like you’re standing on air. You can barely remember eventually setting the test down, staring yourself in the mirror, and leaving the bathroom to look for the father-to-be.

You don’t bother to dress properly, since the other members of the base have seen you in your pajamas more times than you can count. 

The search for your lover takes you a couple different places, and although every room yeilds a different, but familiar face who greets you warmly, you have little more than the thought to say ‘good morning’ before you’re gone, pressing forward on the search to find him.

He’s in the mess hall, which doesn’t strike you as very odd, considering the time of day. You’re sure there’s a better way of telling him; a more romantic way, perhaps, maybe even try to figure out how to turn it into a little celebration. But honestly, though you’re not at all angry about being pregnant, it comes as a huge surprise–you and him didn’t even think that it could happen.

The only thought that lingers is the need to tell him.

Reinhardt catches sight of you barely a few steps into the mess hall. He flashes a wide, warm grin in your direction. It’s a look that makes you feel fuzzy inside, like butterflies are bumbling and crashing into the walls of your stomach, and it’s one of the reasons you fell so deeply in love with him.

“Mein mäuschen!” he calls from the other side of the room. There’s a couple others sitting around him; Hana, Lucio, and Tracer. Several others are at a table nearby, eating breakfast, but that doesn’t matter; you gotta tell him. It’s not like it would be a secret for long, if at all. 

You step towards the table and your lover rather silently, bare feet gently pattering against the cold metal floor. You’re not sure if your expression looks shocked or straight-up terrified, but it’s gotta be something interesting, because Reinhardt’s expression shifts to worry.

“Good morning, liebling,” He says, reaching out a hand to gently rub a hand down your arm when you’re close enough next to him as he sits near the edge of the table. “…Is something bothering you? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost!”

“You better not be trying to make a joke about me again,” Reaper growls from another table.

Reinhardt brushes off the grumpy comment, his soft eyes looking up at you from where he sits, waiting for your answer.

You’re….not sure how to word it. There are a million ways to tell him the news, from blunt to cryptic, and you could even altogether simply ask to speak to him privately. There are several pairs of eyes on you in your silence, all taking the same worried look that Reinhardt had.

And then finally, somewhere in your brain, you just decided to….say it.

“ReinhardtI’mpregnant.”

Everyone blinks, and the lion of a man takes a moment to process your pile of words. He laughs after a couple seconds, fingertips gently rubbing against your arm in a comfort.

“You’ll have to repeat that, liebling. These ears aren’t as good to pick up things as they use t-”

“Reinhardt, I’m pregnant!”

He doesn’t speak. Neither does anyone else. Suddenly, the mess hall is silent. Where you had felt maybe a few pairs of eyes on you, there’s suddenly several of them. Everyone is looking at you.

And Reinhardt? He…

Looks fucking estatic. He practically leaps up from the table and scoops you up in his big, warm arms, lifting you up without so much as an effort or care in the world. He twirls you around with his arms around your waist, and it makes you feel absolutely weightless.

“Pregnant?” He cries joyfully. “Ich werde ein Vater zu sein?” You still don’t know enough German to make out the question, but there’s enough context clues to figure it out. You’re not able to answer him regardless, considering your face is nuzzled firmly against his chest for the few seconds he’s happily twirling you around like a feather. 

He does finally put you down again, but he doesn’t take his arms from around your waist. It’s a wonderful feeling, really, to get a hug from the man–it’s body encompassing and warm, like nothing in the world could possibly hurt you.

It finally knocks the surprise from your mind and lets you feel happy about it. So, so damn happy.

“You’re going to be a dad,” You murmur against him. “I took like, three tests–all positive.”

Reinhardt lets out another hearty, loud chuckle that’s nearly enough to warm the whole room with his joy. 

You can already hear the chorus of congratulations from several of the teammates around you both, a couple even obviously more than excited for such lovely news. It was truly a wonderful, happy Sunday morning.

Now to start thinking about baby names.

[darthsuki]

mccree/reader sneaking around to see each other before their wedding, on their wedding day, pls and thank u

Read Drabblewatch on AO3 || Read this part on AO3

Imagine if you will: actually managing to get McCree in a tux. 

that is all.

“Jesse!” you hiss, eyes catching the sight of a familiar face as it peeks into the room. “What are you doing in here?” Your voice is more surprised than angry when you break from your stupor and nearly launch yourself across the room and behind the old, fabric divider where you had changed maybe an hour or two before.

You might give the man the benefit of the doubt, because it isn’t as if the room was marked ‘Bride in Here’, but you figure he had plenty of context clues to figure it out for himself. You worry most how he had even got past Zarya and Mei, who had personally promised to be your bridesmaids-turned-bodyguards to keep such an ornery husband-to-be from seeing you. 

Either he was that clever, or they had gotten distracted with something else.

Regardless, you let out an annoyed huff from behind the divider when he steps into the room, chuckling low enough that he wasn’t oblivious to his doing. 

“You’re not supposed to be in here,” You say in a half-whisper, as if merely speaking while in your white, delicate dress was already too much. “It’s bad luck to see a bride in her dress before the wedding.”

 Footsteps thump over the wooden floor and near you, but McCree doesn’t move past the precipice or step around the only thing blocking his eyes from the sight of you. 

“Can’t blame me for being a lil’ eager now, can you darlin’?” He laughs, and you can feel the warmth coming from deep in his chest. “What difference is it gonna make when I’ll be layin’ my eyes on your pretty lil’ self in less than an hour?” His shrug was nearly audible. 

You purse your lips together and lean to one edge of the divider, peering out with a stern look on your face. You know McCree well enough not to give into his wiles, even if they were part of the reason the two of you are getting married in the first place.

“Because it’s tradition,” You argue, careful not to lean out too much or risk him seeing the elegant dress tucked so carefully around you. “And I don’t want to be the bride that gets buckets of bad mojo because you can’t keep your curiosity down.”

You wonder offhandedly if there’s a similar tradition against seeing the groom, because–

McCree looks downright handsome. Sophisticated, even, though the look was a bit surreal on the normally down-n-dirty cowboy. His suit is pressed and without a stain, his hair is kept and for once there isn’t even a cigar in his mouth.

Regardless, you keep your firm expression. McCree is relatively unbothered by it, and in fact looks rather amused.

“Funny that you say that,” The man says with a smirk, stepping off to the side and out of sight. You lean forward just a little bit more, trying to see where the cowboy had gone. The curiosity isn’t long-lived, because arms are suddenly wrapping around your waist and tugging you back against a firm, warm body, lips pressed to the nape of your neck after pushing the short veil out of the way.

“Normally you’re sayin’ that about something else a’ me and keepin’ it in my pants.”

“Jesseeeee,” You groan, letting your head drop back and against his nose, just enough to make up for the years of careful, superstitious tradition he just broke. “I really can’t afford to get this dress messy or ripped. We’ll have time to get these clothes off later.” 

“I know,” is all the man murmured, his hold gentle and his chin resting on the top of your head. “….I just wanted t’see how beautiful you are in it. Unless you want me messin’ up with all them vows, bein’ all tongue-tied at the sight of my lil’ angel.”

You snort at his sappiness, but the moment doesn’t last for too long, because McCree soon whispers under his breath,

“…But I will be rippin’ that dress off you as soon as we’re alone, darlin’. Show you a real good time.”

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