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if only someone wrote a smut fic abt top!ashe with a bottom fem!reader….. strap involved…… ohhhh if only…….. haha
Overwatch X Reader
gender neutral!reader: how the overwatch characters would react to you getting hit on as their partner
characters: cassidy, genji, ashe, emre
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Cassidy
• cassidy and you decided to go to a bar for a drink or two after a cute little date night
• cassidy had left you at the bar counter to go to the bathroom, planting a quick kiss on your cheek before he left
• not long after, a man approached you and offered to pay for your drink
• you politely declined
• mistaking your politeness for shyness, the man persisted and sat down next to you
• just as you were getting very uncomfortable, your cowboy in shining boots comes back from the bathroom
• he puts his hand on the man’s shoulder firmly from behind him, “sorry fella, but this one’s mine.”
• the man looks at cassidy, observing his tall and muscular build— and also the gun strapped to his “BAMF” belt
• the man quickly leaves and cassidy takes his seat back
• “can’t leave you alone for a second, huh?” he chuckles
• not insecure about the situation at all, but he doesn’t like when others think they have a chance with you
• he fiddles with his beard in slight annoyance
• after getting slightly tipsy, he gets the confidence to pull you onto his lap and smother kisses all over you to make sure everyone knows you’re his
Genji
• genji and you went to a cute breakfast cafe
• the parking situation wasn’t ideal, so genji dropped you off first for you to get you both a table meanwhile he parked the car
• the waiter must’ve thought you were waiting for a friend, as he was bold to leave his number for you on a napkin when he sat you to your table and gave you coffee
• genji arrives and you quickly tell him what happened, lightly laughing at the humor of it
• genji’s heart slightly sinks as he looks over at the waiter whom, unlike him, looked like a normal human being
• he knew you loved him as he is, but he has moments where he wishes he wasn’t mainly metal because he can’t help but compare himself to others
• you were quick to notice this because you know your boyfriend very well, you put your hand over his and rubbed it
• he looks over at you and smiles before softly squeezing your hand
• not long after, he takes the napkin with the written number on it and uses it to wipe his mouth in pettiness in front of the waiter
• “he should’ve paid for our meal at the very least if he was interested.”
Ashe
• Ashe and you had ridden on her motorcycle to the gas station as she needed to refill her gas tank
• after getting gas, she went into the store to get you a snack you were craving as you guarded her motorcycle
• not long after, a girl approached you complimenting the motorcycle and starting going on about how she loves motorcyclists, also hinting at wanting your number
• before you have a chance to reply, ashe responds for you
• “get your head out the clouds and move along now, they ain’t on the market.” she says sternly, her eyes piercing through the woman’s skull
• the woman apologizes and scurries away in fear
• when you tell ashe she could’ve been nicer, she scoffs
• she looks at you in slight annoyance yet admiration that you’re so good looking she has to watch the whole west to make sure no one even dares hitting on you
• “next time, keep your helmet on would ya’? don’t need anybody else’s googly eyes on ya’”
• you giggle as you hug her
(there’s no gifs for him yet… why….)
Emre
• you went to the gym with your boyfriend per routine
• you guys always did your sets separately but always in close proximity to each other
• people in the gym were well familiar with you two and the fact you were a couple as you guys would sneak in kisses between sets here and there
• but today a new guy made the mistake of thinking you were alone, he approached and asked for your number
• emre was quick to notice and watched as you rejected him with a smirk
• however, the guy wasn’t convinced, “who’s your boyfriend? bet he can’t bench as much as i can”
• emre stepped in between you two with a smug smile
• the guy’s face faltered, shocked by emre’s physique (most notably his fat ahh)
• “i’m their boyfriend. what do you think bebeğim, do you think he can bench more than i can?”
• you shook your head, trying not to laugh
• embarrassed, the guy quickly takes his leave
• emre rubs your back as he intensely watches the guy leave hopefully forever before looking back at you and smiling, “maybe we should start doing our sets together, hm?”
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(a/n: been a while guys so i’m rusty… also i’m not turkish so forgive me if i used Bebeğim incorrectly… for those who don’t know it’s supposed to mean “my baby”, thought it was fitting for emre 🤤)
Cassidy x Fem!Reader
summary: you’re the new medical hire at overwatch when you spot cassidy working out and it’s like everything moves in slow motion as you listen to your music (contains an age gap, reader is in mid twenties)
(a/n: wrote this spontaneously at 4am bc i love my man)
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wow, overwatch headquarters was bigger than you could have ever imagined before you got the job as dr. ziegler’s medical assistant.
you were currently walking around the place with your headphones in. it was late at night, everyone was in their rooms either fast asleep or doing who knows what.
dr. ziegler had given you a tour earlier but only regarding the most important places relevant to your job such as the medical office and laboratory.
you decided to explore the rest of the building as you got curious as to what else the HQ had to offer for its wonderful heroes.
you were a bit intimidated by everyone despite them all being welcoming.
genji was especially pleased to have a new hire on the team,
“a new medical hire! looks like angela finally had enough of carrying overwatch on her back.” he said as he shook your hand earlier.
d.va— or hana you mean— insisted you called her that, was also very friendly.
“finally someone around my age! we’re gonna be such great friends!”
you were a few years older than her, despite that, you were one of the youngest members on the team.
you weren’t experienced in combat like the others, however, your intelligence and wit impressed dr. ziegler. she deemed you a great fit for the overwatch team and was excited to see how you’d do.
you were confident in your abilities, but you were also quite nervous. these people were counting on you if they are ever harmed or need medical advice.
hence why you were taking a walk around the HQ listening to music. ideally you’d have stayed in your room out of shyness, but you could no longer stand the anxiety about your new responsibilities.
and when you’re anxious, you prefer to listen to upbeat music to lift your mood. you happened to be listening to “bed chem” by sabrina carpenter as you passed by an unfamiliar area.
you observed exercise machines all over the place.
they even have a gym? wow.
the gym looked huge, but you weren’t so keen on working out so it didn’t particularly interest you to further investigate the area.
until you spotted him.
a tall, muscular, brown haired man dressed in grey sweatpants and a black compression shirt, and did you mention muscular?
you stopped in your tracks. admiring the handsome man that suddenly appeared into view.
he turned, and his face was even hotter than you imagined.
he was an older, bearded, handsome man.
the exact epitome of your type.
you always had a thing for older men, but everyone around you thought you were silly or insane— or both.
his biceps flexed upon lifting the massive weight he carried. his minor grunts with every lift sent your mind through crazy imaginations.
with the song playing in your ears, you felt the whole scene play in slow motion as you stared shamelessly at the man’s face and figure.
you were no better than a dog in heat.
you continued admiring him as he finally put down the weight to drink a sip of water.
he looked to the side, feeling a piercing gaze on him. he expected either hanzo or genji to meet his eyes, but was surprised to see a woman he’d never seen before staring at him in… shock? awe?
the moment your eyes met his you melted. you caught yourself smiling until you realized what it meant now that he saw you.
the song ended and so did your daydream. you were no longer experiencing things in slow motion, you felt extreme terror and embarrassment.
your eyes widen and you pretend you were just passing by and begin to speed walk away— very speedily.
“hey, girl!” he calls out.
you wince and hesitantly stop in your tracks. you hear his heavy footsteps walking towards you.
“i don’t recall seeing you ‘round here.” he begins
“what’s your name?” he asks
his southern accent. wow.
you turn around and look up at him. he looked at you in confusion and alertness, slightly panting from his previous workout.
holy cow.
“i’m dr. ziegler’s new assistant, Y/N…” you stammered out of embarrassment you had to meet this man like this instead of something around the lines of treating his wounds or needing his help carrying a heavy item.
he raises a brow but then proceeds to chuckle as he nods,
“ah yes, i heard you were joining us today. just didn’t know what you looked like,”
“not sure if the folks told ya about me, i’m cassidy— cole cassidy.”
holy mama.
“nice to meet you, cassidy.” you reply
“likewise darlin’. shouldn’t you be asleep? it’s too late for a girl like you to be up and about.”
you feel your face heat up, “i couldn’t sleep so i decided to walk around…”
“suppose i can’t judge ya’, i couldn’t sleep either which is why i’m working out so late. what’s keeping you up?”
“this is all new to me…” you reply embarrassed
he smiles, “nervous for your first day? i remember that feeling far too well…”
you laugh nervously, “you could say that.”
“i wouldn’t put too much pressure on your pretty heart. we’re just a bunch of knuckleheads that happen to save people.”
“well if the knuckleheads get severely hurt and i can’t help them, then i fear humanity is done for…” you explain— half joking
he lets out a heavy chuckle, “i don’t know about the others, but i’ll try my best to keep myself safe to not cause you any trouble.”
“i’d appreciate that, thank you.” you grin
wow this man is hot.
he smirks at you as if he can read your mind.
“well, sweetheart. if you don’t mind i gotta continue my workout.”
you nod, “oh yes— go ahead. sorry for disturbing you.”
“don’t apologize. i simply wanted to meet the new member of the team. might i say it’s been a while since i’ve seen a pretty woman like you ‘round here.”
your cheeks burn intensely at his boldness, “thank you. i’ll uh… get going now, goodnight cassidy.”
he continues smirking as he finds your reaction entertaining. it didn’t take much consideration to realize you had the hots for him, your drooling earlier had made it quite obvious.
he’s well aware overwatch has strict rules regarding getting romantically involved with team members as it can cause conflict and affect missions.
but for some reason, this odd encounter with you has left him intrigued. you looked like an intelligent and capable young woman.
you seemed too young for him and maybe the age gap was taboo. despite that, he wants to test the limits and get to know you more.
“goodnight, m’lady. see you tomorrow.” he says tipping his head down before you both walk away from each other, hearts pounding.
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cole cassidy… you thought to yourself as you rolled around in bed.
you couldn’t sleep once more thanks to a newfound reason.
you have a crush on him.
Ashe x Fem!Reader x Widowmaker
summary: you stumble across two lovely ladies at a gun shop & shooting range. unbeknownst to them, your striking beauty and personality will have them bickering over you like little kids.
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you live in a small town that not many people visit, and it’s even less likely that people visit your dad’s shop and shooting range; the family business sells, trades, and cleans guns of all kinds, with a thorough background check and permit of course.
the customers who do so are more than welcome to practice using their guns at the practice range as well.
so of course, it came to your surprise when your father called you up for some assistance. it was never busy enough where he needed help. your father would usually stand around all day reading the local newspaper, with 1-2 people coming to look at some guns, very occasionally actually buying something.
you told your father people don’t really use guns anymore like before, and that it was best to close down shop and do something else.
he refused.
it got to the point where you had to get a second job as a waitress to be able to afford keeping the shop open. it’s tiring, but you know how much your dad loves his job.
so here you were, wondering who the hell was at the shop on this hot summer day.
you walked out from the back to see your dad cleaning a nice looking rifle, definitely not one you guys already owned. and beside him on the table, a large shiny gun— a sniper?
your dad looks at you, “there you are hun, we got two customers today that wanted their guns cleaned. look, they even brought a sniper.”
he points down to it and you stare in awe. you’ve seen lots of guns in your life, but you’ve never encountered a sniper or someone who uses one.
you grow chills on your spine and lean forward whispering to him, “you sure these people aren’t dangerous? why would you use a sniper for self defense…”
he chuckles, “maybe she just likes to collect guns.”
you look back down at the guns.
no.
these guns are in pretty good condition, they’re shiny and seem taken care of, but they looked well used. with barely visible scratches and dents here and there.
“don’t worry sweetheart, we ain’t dangerous.” a voice speaks from behind you, making you slightly jump.
you turn around and see two women.
a tall woman with snowy white hair and prominent red lipstick that highlights her pearly teeth as she smiles wickedly at you.
beside her, an even taller woman with a long pony tail trailing down to her round hips, and blue skin? her expression is stoic, but you feel her gaze pierce through you.
you gulp, “pardon me. what brings you two in today? need any help?”
you felt it necessary to just go straight into customer service mode, whoever these women were— they were beautiful, but you had a feeling they weren’t the kind of people you wanted associated with your business.
the woman with a white bob looks at you up and down, either checking you out or deciding whether she should kill you or not.
she chuckles, “we’re just looking around meanwhile our guns get cleaned.”
“go ahead, let me know if you have any questions. my father should be done with your guns shortly.” you reply, forcing a customer service smile
god, they’re scary. but also hot???
“father?” the same woman asks, looking at your dad then back at you.
you nod awkwardly, “yes.”
“lovely family business you have. you two look alike.” she says as she begins to walk away and look at more guns with the blue woman.
you barely muster a “thank you”, but they were already far away to hear.
you quickly turn to your father and start helping clean their guns. you sense a sharp stare on you as you grab the sniper.
you glance over and see the blue woman glaring at you, you look away and awkwardly put the gun down.
your dad chuckles, “she told me she doesn’t like it held that way.”
you roll your eyes and mutter to yourself as you carefully clean the gun, holding it differently.
they want you guys to clean their guns yet don’t want you to hold it in a way they don’t like? ugh, you can’t wait for them to leave.
a good 30 minutes passed when you and your father finally finished polishing the guns, their guns weren’t that dirty in the first place, so it didn’t take long.
“it’s gonna be $35 for each gun.” you tell them at the register enthusiastically, while these women were a sight for sore eyes, you wanted nothing more than for them to leave.
that woman seemed too cocky, and the other woman too cold. both too dangerous.
they both give you $35 each. you expect them to bid their goodbyes and walk out immediately.
but the blue woman speaks for the first time.
“your practice range outside, is it accessible?”
you’re stunned for a moment, she has a french accent, you were not expecting her to sound good too.
“y-yes. it’s an additional $15 per hour to use since we make the wooden targets ourselves and provide bullets.”
“very well then.” she says as she gives you $15, the white haired woman following her lead.
your dad approaches the register bright eyed, “you guys sit tight. we’ll get the range ready for you guys in a few minutes.”
he looks at you, “honey, go set up the targets, there’s some in the shed i made a few days ago.”
“but you said we—“
he doesn’t bother listening to your response, he proceeds to make conversation with the two customers, clearly happy they’re putting the shop to good use.
you let out a faint sigh as you start walking outside to set the range up, unbeknownst to you, the two women smirk in amusement and curiosity of your character.
once you’re finished, you guide them to the range.
you don’t know it, but the two women stare at your figure as you walk in front of them. you are wearing a tight white tank top and blue jeans to accommodate the hot temperature.
your shoulders glistened against the scorching sun, the two women acknowledged you were very beautiful, but they didn’t know they were thinking the same thing.
they both hold onto their newly polished guns confidently, each of their weapons looked as if they were made for them— probably were.
“alright, here is the range. i set the targets very far back, you two seem like experts.” you note.
“really, what makes you think so darlin’?” the woman with cherry-colored lipstick asks intrigued, a slight smirk appearing on her mouth
you freeze in embarrassment, “ah— sorry ma’am, i shouldn’t have assumed. i can move them closer if you’d like.”
the women look at each other in amusement,
“oh no sweetheart. you are right to assume so. don’t be embarrassed. also, call me ashe.” the white haired lady smiles.
“and this lady here is amélie.”
you feel your cheeks burning up, you couldn’t tell if this was just ashe’s personality or if she was flirting with you.
the french woman doesn’t say anything directly to you, but you constantly catch her taking glances at you which doesn’t help your flusteredness.
“enough chit chat, i want to practice.” amélie states eagerly, as if she’s been dying to put a hole in someone’s head.
“right, let me know if you guys need anything.” you say as you start walking back towards the shop.
“you should stay.” ashe says as she inserts the bullets into her gun.
you turn to look at her in surprise.
“i do better with an audience, especially if the audience is a pretty woman.”
okay so she totally is flirting with you.
you can no longer control your blush, “o-oh, okay.”
you hear amélie scoff in irritation, “ashe, is flirting what you had in mind when you said we’d go shooting?”
ashe shrugs, “what, can’t handle someone watching you? does your skill crumble under pressure?”
ashe’s voice turns from sweet to condescending, amélie’s eyes glare in annoyance.
“my abilities never fail.”
you sense tension between them unwinding, a kind of tension you feel when you’re aware two people highly dislike each other.
“then how about we compete? winner gets this girl’s number.” ashe smirks at you.
your eyes widen in surprise, “w-what?”
ashe laughs, “oh come on sweetheart, don’t act like you haven’t been giving us googoo eyes this entire time.”
“i am just doing my job—“ you begin to contest.
“so you don’t want to get to know me?” ashe steps closer to you curiously.
you gulp, feeling your entire body’s temperature rise.
she smirks again, “no answer? that’s what i thought baby.”
amélie watches the entire interaction unamused. you’re sure she won’t accept the proposal. she doesn’t seem interested in you at all.
“ashe, step away.” she states coldly.
ashe turns her head, “hm?”
“i accept your competition. do not play with my prize.”
you almost choke on your own saliva.
she’s just saying that, right?
amélie sees your reaction and smirks. it’s been a long time since she found herself attracted to someone, she didn’t even know she could feel attraction ever again.
but something about your demeanor, on top of your gorgeous appearance, gravitated her towards you. and she was curious as to what could happen if she made you hers.
you seemed so sweet and soft yet witty and bratty. she desired to ruin you.
“ah, so that’s how it is.” ashe says as she realizes amélie wants the same woman as her.
ashe and amélie scowl then soon get into shooting position.
“time to settle who’s the best shot.” ashe says as she steadies her aim.
amélie scoffs, “there is no competition. i was trained by the best.”
“and i was trained by the west.” ashe laughs as she shoots her first shot.
amélie shoots soon after, hitting the target right on the head,
“ugh, americans…”
they banter back and forth as they continuously hit the targets perfectly, looking back at you to make sure you’re looking— and keeping score.
they throw comments at each other to throw each other off course.
“that rifle is a fine piece of work, looks a little unwieldy though.” ashe remarks.
“perhaps, in the hands of an amateur.” amélie claps back.
heavens, they’re actually fighting over you…
they both end up with an equal headshot score, making them both pissed.
“that can’t be right.” ashe says as she counts the tallies you drew down for every target hit for each of them.
“i- i may have missed some since you guys were going so fast, but overall your performance was the same—“ you start explaining.
“you missed some? we need to do it again then.” amélie states eagerly.
“how is she gonna set up more targets? there’s none left.” ashe exclaims, pointing at the barely standing wooden frames.
“it is not possible i lose to the likes of you.” amélie says disgustedly.
ashe furrows her brows, “and i don’t believe i could ever lose to some lame sniper.”
“i’ll put a bullet through your skull-“
“ENOUGH.” you interrupt, catching the attention of the two women who were in the midst of a cat fight.
the silence is loud, and they immediately look away from each other in embarrassment.
you get in between them and grab your gun from your pouch on your waist and quickly shoot all the remaining standing targets down in one smooth move.
they both stare at you in awe.
“i’m a better shot than both of you. move aside, i’m not into childish women.” you state as you begin walking away.
they look at each other in shock before soon following after you. they were intrigued by you at first, but now they’re determined to win you over.
ever since that day, the pair will pay you a visit weekly to see who will win your heart.
the decision is ultimately up to you. <3
Toxic Mizuki x Toxic Fem!Reader
(a/n: toxic mizuki headcanons - a request from a friend,, ts is frying me bro he hasn’t even been on overwatch for 24 hours)
Mizuki
• will tip his hat flirtatiously to other girls meanwhile you’re not looking
• when you finally notice and you confront him, he tells you you’re just insecure
• asks you “who are you trying to look good for?” when you put on a nice fit for an outing, refuses to go out unless you dress more modestly
• yet he checks out girls with the most immodest clothing ever
• tells you he’s the only one who will ever truly love you for who you are, including your faults. believes no one else is capable of dealing with such a difficult person like you
• promised to buy you flowers every month when you guys first started dating, that only lasted that single month
• will constantly buy things for himself, but the moment you ask for something he claims he’s broke
Reader
• you secretly add your face ID onto his phone and send yourself money through zelle
• you will go through his phone if there’s even the slightest chance there’s something suspicious and yell at him
• mizuki checks out other girls? no problem. you’re still hung up on your ex anyway
• every friday you meet up with your ex, lifeweaver, to crack him
• you claim mizuki is insecure and a control freak when he gets suspicious of your doings
• the moment he starts irritating you, you start telling him to kill himself and that you wish he was your ex instead
• you scroll on hinge for fun and link up with your matches when you’re bored
Dom!Ashe x Fem!Reader
you do ashe’s eyeliner… on her lap! ;)
(a/n: wrote this while giggling and kicking my feet)
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ashe always admired the way you did your makeup, she thought you looked beautiful no matter how you did it. not to mention, she was envious about how little effort it took you to do it.
her envy doesn’t mean she believes she is unskilled with her own makeup though. i mean, you’ve seen her right?
ashe’s eyeliner is always sharp and bold, however, it takes her time to perfect it— time she doesn’t have the patience for….
occasionally you’ll hear ashe yell at her eyeliner pencil in the other room. like today…
“STUPID FUCK! DRAW RIGHT.”
you pause from doomscrolling on your phone in the living room and raise a brow in confusion and slight amusement.
“babe? everything okay?” you yell out.
you can hear ashe sigh, “yeah everything’s alright, i think my eyeliner pencil just dried out. damn useless thing.”
you giggle before getting up and heading into your shared room where you see her almost about to break the pencil with her own two hands.
“you might need to buy a new one.” you suggest.
she looks at you and huffs, “well yeah, but now i got one eye with eyeliner and the other without!”
you try to hide your laugh as you notice it, she looks quite ridiculous yet cute.
“yeah, yeah. very funny. happy to know my inconvenience amuses you. let me borrow your eyeliner.” she grumbles.
you walk over and kiss her on the cheek to cheer her up before getting an idea.
“hey, you’re clearly at your wits end right now. how about i do your eyeliner for you? you can just relax, i know how you like it after all.” you explain as you grab your makeup bag.
“and how exactly are you gonna do that?”
you roll your eyes at her attitude, “just sit down on my vanity chair, will you?”
she sighs and sits down, “alright then. just make it quick, i got a meeting with the gang soon.”
you nod and open your eyeliner pencil and lean down, attempting to draw her other wing as she does it. but your position is just not right, and your back hurts from leaning at an awkward angle.
“darlin’, sit on my lap if you’re uncomfortable standing.”
you shake your head, “i’m fine—“
“i wasn’t asking.”
before you could reply, she grabs your waist and pulls you directly onto her lap.
she smirks, “ain’t that better?”
your cheeks burn, “really?”
“well you need to see better don’t ya’? what, does being this close to me make you nervous?”
you ignore her and continue doing her eyeliner.
she hums and you feel her hand travel to your ass and start to softly yet firmly pat it.
“i think im’ma need you to do my makeup more often.” she smirks, quite pleased with how the situation has unfolded.
“behave. i’m almost done.”
you finish touching up her eyeliner and grab her signature red lip stick, applying it on her lips. god she looked so hot.
“there, all done—“
you were interrupted by her lips crashing onto yours in a swift, hungry movement.
you kiss her back instantly, wasting no time to insert your tongue into her mouth desperately.
she starts bouncing her thigh as you two make out. you groan softly, attempting to keep your composure as your core heats up against it.
you break the kiss first, “a-ashe! i just did your lipstick damnit!”
she licks her lips and smiles at you proudly, “and? you can always just reapply it hun.”
she leans in for more but you stop her with your hand.
“we can’t ashe. you have the meeting with deadlock soon don’t you?”
she looks at you up and down as she starts loosening her tie.
“it seems they’re just gonna have to wait then.”
Cassidy x Fem!Reader
au where you and cassidy have a 5 year-old daughter. he decided to surprise you guys by shaving off his beard, your daughter is not happy about it.
(a/n: i thought of this and it’s kinda funny plus cassidy as a dad makes my heart melt)
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you and cassidy have been married for a while—together even longer. not once have you seen him without his glorious beard, aside from old photos of course.
his beard is what caught your attention in the first place, it makes him look so manly and mature, like he could protect you just by darting eyes at others. truth be told, he could.
it was a random tuesday when cassidy decided he wanted to experiment with his appearance. it had been so long since his jaw was hairless he didn’t even remember what he looked like before.
he had always been told having a beard makes him look older— which he didn’t particularly mind. it’s what made him avoid getting ID’d at bars back in his youth. but since then, he’s become curious about how he’d look like without a beard now… bare face and all.
he surprises you first. he comes out the bathroom after a suspiciously long amount of time.
you were currently getting ready to go pick up your daughter from school when you saw him leaning against the door frame from the corner of your eye.
“hey honey, how’s it going?”
you turn to look at him and you stop everything you’re doing immediately. a bare faced cassidy is in front of you smirking and raising his eyebrow at you.
you’re utterly speechless.
he frowns, “come on, it’s not that bad now ain’t it?”
you cover your mouth in disbelief before shaking your head, “no, no, babe…”
“you look different… but you look good.”
he smirks again before walking over to you.
“you think so?” he flexes his jaw, showing all angles of his face proudly.
you chuckle and grab his face, “i’m certain. i think i fell in love all over again.”
he grabs your waist and leans in, kissing you deeply, it felt like kissing a whole different person at first because you didn’t feel any beard hair.
but those lips were sure moving like cassidy’s.
“what made you shave it?” you ask curiously.
he shrugs, “just wanted to see what it’d look like. not bad huh?”
you smile and place a kiss on his cheek before continuing to get ready.
“now don’t get too comfortable with this face, i’m not sure if i’ll keep it this way or not.”
“well… i think that all depends on our daughter.”
“what? you think she’ll hate it?”
you eye him, “she has never known her father without a beard… you might scare her.”
he scoffs, “my sweet angel? she won’t be scared of her daddy. she’ll recognize me just watch.”
your daughter was terrified.
you and cassidy had come to pick her up and were standing outside her classroom waiting for her to come out.
your daughter was under the impression that only you were picking her up. you had hid somewhere slightly far under cassidy’s request to see what she would do.
your daughter walked out the classroom, looking around for you, finding it strange you weren’t right outside like you usually were.
“mommy?” she calls out.
you feel your heart break for a second.
cassidy quickly approaches her, “hey there my little angel! how was school?”
she stares at him, panic settling in her eyes as her pupils dilate in terror.
“STRANGER DANGER! MOMMY AND DADDY SAID NO TALKING TO STRANGERS.” she yells.
cassidy is flabbergasted.
“h-honey, it’s me— it’s daddy! i shaved my be-“ cassidy tries to explain.
your daughter had run back into her classroom, grabbing her teacher’s legs in fear.
you let out a loud snort as you emerge from your hiding spot and join cassidy’s side, who is utterly crushed by his daughter’s inability to recognize him without his beard.
“s-she was scared of me!” he exclaims.
you laugh, “she just didn’t recognize you, babe.”
you both go into the classroom and awkwardly explain to the teacher that your daughter wasn’t getting abducted by a stranger— AKA her own father.
your daughter sees you and runs to you immediately, getting behind you so that she’s protected from cassidy.
you look down at her, “sweetie, it’s daddy. not a stranger.”
she insistently refuses, “NO. THAT’S NOT DADDY!”
cassidy’s face falters, clearly sulking about his baby girl being scared of him.
“angel— i promise it’s me.” cassidy says trying to get close to her but she runs away.
you can’t help but laugh at the humor of it all, but you also feel quite bad since your daughter is truly mortified.
she runs to a drawer with her name on it and pulls out a piece of paper with scribbles on it.
“NO. THIS IS DADDY. HE HAS MORE HAIR.” she claims in distress.
it was a drawing of you, cassidy, and her together holding hands in front of your house. a distinct beard drawn on cassidy’s face.
you walk over to her and hug her, “aww my love, you drew this? it’s wonderful.”
“thank you mommy, let’s go home! i wanna show it to daddy.” she remarks
you chuckle and softly explain to her as you caress her cheek, “baby, i promise you daddy is right here. he’s not a stranger, he shaved his beard.”
she finally looks him in the eye, hesitantly, and analyzes his face by squinting.
she quizzes him with the most difficult question in the history of questions:
“what’s my favorite color?”
he smiles, “pink, of course.”
she smiles widely and runs into his arms, “IT’S DADDY! DADDY KNOWS MY FAVORITE COLOR.”
he laughs as he picks her up and carries her in one arm, “told ya’, sweetheart.”
you guys bid the teacher goodbye and start heading towards the car in the parking lot.
you show cassidy the drawing as you guys walk, he admires it, soon intertwining your hand with his.
“you know, i think i’ll stick to the beard.” he says, giving your daughter a kiss on the forehead.
Ashe, Cassidy, & Widow x Fem!Reader
how they’d act if they all wanted you and competed against each other for you
(a/n: made this for myself cause i’m greedy and need all 3 of them desperately)
Ashe
• she’s the most violent about you
• constantly tries to fight cassidy and widow if they even dare stare at you too long
• enjoys stealing your attention by impressing you with her shooting skills
• loooves grabbing you by the waist and whispering sweet things into your ear to make you blush. for example, “hey hun, how’s it going? you sure look mighty fine today hm?”
• when she’s not around she has bob spy on you for her to make sure cassidy and widow don’t try anything (spoiler: they’re aware and try anyway)
• loves placing kisses all over you with her signature red lip stick so the other two know she got to you first
Cassidy
• mr. cowboy will do whatever it takes to keep your eyes on him and on him only
• mentioned you were craving ice cream? he’s ready to take you on his motorcycle to get you some. you stared at a piece of clothing at the store for too long? he buys it for you instantly despite your contesting
• believes the others won’t treat you like he does, “darlin’, you’re a princess and i’m the only one who will treat you as such”
• very handsy, especially when ashe is watching cause he loves to piss her off. if he’s sitting next to you, he’ll put his hand on your thigh and continue sliding it up— pinching it even. it makes you melt. ashe, on the other hand, is about to blow his brains out. he’s amused of course
• loves showing up alongside you with his hat on and arm swung around your shoulder, he manages to piss widow off too by doing so. he knows what he’s doing, he’s claiming you as his
• when the other two aren’t around, he won’t hesitate to show you how much he wants you. you smell of tabacco and whiskey afterwards
Widow
• unlike the other two, she doesn’t participate in the constant bickering over you. doesn’t mean she doesn’t want you just as bad though
• instead, she’ll steal you away meanwhile ashe and cassidy are arguing. she plays smarter, not harder
• every other night, she’ll grapple you to the top of a skyline where you two will sit and admire the view of the city and talk about anything— at least, she’ll listen to you talk, she prefers listening
• wouldn’t consider herself a flirt like ashe and cassidy, but she learned that calling you “ma chérie” spreads a faint blush across your face. therefore, she likes calling you that
• she doesn’t remember what being in love feels like. but she sure knows she worships you and feels an overwhelming urge and obligation to protect and keep you safe.
• “ma chérie, you can do better than them. i want to be with you and protect you for the rest of my life”
• she’s very romantic. she is the only one with romantic experience after all. she makes sure you feel worshipped, especially in bed.