#overwatch angst

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

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Cole Cassidy x reader

"You don't need me."

The words burnt your throat on their way up, each one more painful than the last.

Well, it was the words or the stomach acid. Either way, it still hurt.

Cassidy didn't even turn around to look at you. He was sat at table, taking sips of the whiskey that you bought him for your anniversary.

Just a few hours prior, the two of you had an argument over his sudden ignorance over you and your needs. He would come home from Blackwatch and not even look at you, instead getting whatever he wanted to eat and going to the spare bedroom in your shared apartment. He left for days at a time, doing God only knows what.

When you brought it up, Cassidy simply told you to just get over yourself. To suck it up and realize that he needed his time alone.

"You could at least tell me when, or why, or what I can do to make things better!" You shouted.

"Look at you, thinkin' you can just make everything better with a flick of the wrist. Well, news flash, you can't. This ain't something that you can just make better. I ain't somethin you can just make better," he spat back before storming off to the guest bedroom.

At that point, you cried. Not much. Never were the tears more than just a few drops that burnt your eyes as they rolled down your cheeks. You went to the room that you once shared and started to pack your bags.

All of your clothes went into the duffel bags and suitcases, along with a few mementos.

You stop at a picture of you and Cassidy on your birthday. He looked so happy. So in love with you.

What happened?

You stuffed it into the bag, knowing that you'd regret it when unpacking the bags. Still, you wouldn't get rid of it.

You couldn't.

As you were making your rounds around the apartment, making sure you picked everything up, Cassidy came out of the guest room with a bottle of whiskey and sat down at the dining table where you two used to eat dinner together.

He didn't say anything. Instead, he popped the bottle open and started drinking.

"You don't need me."

The words burnt your throat on their way up, each one more painful than the last.

Well, it was the words or the stomach acid. Either way, it still hurt.

For a while you just stared at him. What would you say? What would he say? What did you want him to say?

You didn't know.

"Cassidy."

Nothing.

"Cole."

Still nothing.

"I'm leaving."

Finally, something. The cowboy turned his head ever so slightly to look at you from the corner of his eye.

"When are ya gonna be back?" he asked calmly.

You couldn't help but laugh. It was cruel and mocking. All of the pent-up anger you had kept inside until this point came bubbling out.

"Never."

Cassidy made a small "oh," and went back to drinking his whiskey.

That made you angrier.

"Really, Cole? Just 'oh'?! No 'why' or 'don't go'? Jesus, I can't fucking do this anymore. I tried, Cole, I really fucking did. I stayed up for hours every night, waiting for you to come home. I set up dinner dates for us and watched as the food slowly went cold without even a single call. I called you over and over with no response for weeks. I did everything I possibly could. And this is all I get? Just an 'oh.' No, 'please don't go, I love you so much.'" At this point, you could feel tears welling in your eyes, burning them as they fell.

"I wanted you to be different. To be better. I wanted this to work. Because I love you, Cole. I love you so fucking much and you don't seem to give a singular fuck about me. Not one. To you, I'm no better than the dirt on the bottom of your boot. Hell, at least that has a reason to stick around. But I don't. It's been almost a year of this. Of neglect. Of no love. And I don't know why the fuck I didn't leave sooner."

Cassidy just stares at you. Not a word is spoken. Not one. And that's how you know that it really is done. That the relationship you put so much effort into is over.

"I did so much for you. I left my family. Got kicked out of Deadlock. Moved from place to place to visit you on your missions. Didn't go to school. Started working at a job that I fucking hate. All for you. And you won't even look at me for longer than a minute."

"I never asked you to do that."

You just stare. For a long while, you stare at him. You didn't know what to say. How to convey all the pain and anguish and fear and sadness that you were feeling.

So, you didn't.

Instead, you turned around and went to your bedroom, dug the picture out of your bag, and took it back to dining room. Cassidy barely looked at you as you walked in.

Without saying a word, you slammed the glass frame onto the groud. It shattered into thousands of little pieces and the picture of the two of you was covered in them.

"I'm done. We're over," you said before grabbing your bags and leaving.

After a few hours, Cassidy knelt down and started trying to clean the glass up with his hands. Before long he was bleeding all over the floor, the glass having cut his hands.

Deep down he knows he fucked up. That the only person who really cared about him just left.

But he couldn't find it in himself to call you back.

#cole cassidy #colecassidy #cole cassidy overwatch #cole cassidy x reader #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch2 #overwatch imagines #cole cassidy x you #ow2 #overwatch angst #cole cassidy angst

[alexiela73]

Hi!!!! <3 Is it possible to get another Ramattra headcanon, maybe a little angsty? Like...what are his final days with human s/o like?

Absolutely!

Ramattra

The life the two of you lived together had so many beautiful moments

Ramattra was the first omnic to get married- something the two of you decided to pursue a few years after getting together

While the two of you never had kids, you both travelled all over the world helping to repair omnics and try to make peace between the omnic and human societies

The two of you spent the last fifteen years in a house on a small acreage, as you started to get older. It was your first house together, and holds so much love

Despite how the years wore on, and how you continued to age, it never mattered to Ramattra how many gray hairs or wrinkles you had. He loved you, intensely

He was used to now helping you up and down the stairs, letting you nap and cleaning the house or taking care of the property. Your favorite thing to do together was to look through the albums you'd made of all the places the two of you had gone together

Ramattra knew your time was coming. You'd reached the ripe old age of 86, and while humans could have lived longer, Ramattra felt it- the shift in your life force

It was like watching the dying embers of a fire trying to stay alive

You had very little energy left

Ramattra would sit in the bed with you, a tray in your lap, and feed you while crooning soft words

You slept more often now, and Ramattra would gently stroke your hair and hum to you

Seeing you so fragile and small broke his omnic heart

The two of you had talked about this many times- Ramattra had felt like the years were passing far too fast. For him...he would never age or die like you.

You had held him at the time, as he struggled with the reality of knowing someday you would be gone...and he'd be all alone

Now he held you. It felt selfish, the way he held so tight to you, praying that you'd live another day

Each breath though clearly caused you discomfort, and he could only gently press a damp cloth to your head and hold your hand

It felt like the both of you knew when the moment came

"Ramattra," you had rasped, looking at him with half lidded eyes. As he leaned his face into your soft, delicate hand, he watched as the corners of your eyes scrunched as you smiled. "I want you to remember that I love you. So much...and that the world...is not a evil place."

"Shhh, y/n," Ramattra had said softly. "Save your strength."

A low chuckle had left you. "My darling...I have no strength left to save. You know...as well...as I that...this is it," you choked, coughing a bit.

Ramattra smoothed your hair, leaning in to press his forehead to yours. "I'm not ready yet," he said softly. "Please."

"No one... is ever ready, Ramattra. This is part...of humanity. And this...is why I have appreciated....everything I've had with you. When I'm dead...I will live on...in your memories," you said, voice weakening with every word, your breaths drawing out. "And carry... your love with me...always."

A part of him knew you were right, though that made accepting this no easier. Ramattra was scared of you going though, without knowing how much you meant to him. But what words could describe enough how you meant to him?

His voice sounded choked, even as you closed your eyes. "I love you, y/n...thank you. Thank you for being...my home," he said softly.

The way your lips pulled, eyelashes fluttering...your smile, no matter how small, was so beautiful to him.

"Thank you...for being...mine....." you whispered.

It was minutes before your heart gave way. Ramattra knew the moment it stopped beating.

For him, it was impossible to understand the kind of anguish he felt, the loss and grief, the love...

After all, he had never expected to fall in love with a human

And yet...given the chance to repeat it all... Ramattra knew he'd fall in love with you all over again, if only to hold your hand one more time

He ended up burying you beneath your favorite tree

Even years later, he visits it every day, and leaves flowers on your birthday and anniversary

#Ramattra #Ramattra x Reader #Ramattra Overwatch #Ramattra Headcanon #Overwatch #Overwatch headcanon #Overwatch x Reader #Overwatch Angst

[nori-writes]

Stoic Emotions

Yeehan

Desc: Cole gets injured on a mission and Hanzo’s worried about him but shows his emotions a little differently.

W/C: 1250+

A/N: Well because y’all said I should post my Yeehan fics from AO3 to Tumblr here we are. If y’all wanna look look at my stuff on AO3 here. But I hope y’all enjoy these. They were written a hot minute ago.

The sound of gunfire and fighting made its way around the field, the smells of gunpowder, dirt, and sweat mixing together in the air while the sun started to set over the horizon.

They were finally almost done with this mission Hanzo internally thanked while aiming his bow at another enemy before letting go of the string on his bow, killing another one as he sighed. This mission was supposed to be covert but due to some unforeseen events, they had been located which broke out into what they were now a part of.

Pulling out another arrow from his quiver he thought to himself about how ready he was to finally be on his way home, a nice warm shower sounded amazing right now. Maybe Cole would join him, that sounded like an even better idea at the moment. A nice warm shower with his lover and then heading straight to the warmth of the bed. Right now that was something that needed to wait. Right now he needed to focus on the problem at hand.

His hand clasped onto the grip of the bow, pulling the arrow nock onto the string and setting the front of the arrow in the sight window before drawing the bow and releasing the arrow and nailing the second to last man in the head before the final one ran, Resting the bow by his side, Hanzo let out a sigh of relief that it was over for the time being.

Cole had told him before he went to go deal with some people on his own that he’d comm to him when he was on his way back to help Hanzo clean up his own situation, that was almost twenty minutes ago. The raven haired male put his hand to the earpiece so it would pick up his voice, “Cass, are you there?”

No response was to be heard, he took out the earpiece and made sure it was still on and the volume was set well before putting it back in to make sure it was working, to find it already on and fully functional, “Cassidy, are you there?” Almost a minute had gone by still, without a response. It was starting to worry him, Cole typically tried to respond quickly and rarely didn’t respond after being talked to twice.

Hanzo decided to just leave it at the idea that Cole had simply had it off and that’s why he wasn’t responding. Even so it didn’t feel like a complete answer, something felt off about the answer he was giving himself.

He decided he was going to go take a look himself, grabbing his equipment he walked off to where he had seen Cole run off too. He tried a couple other times to get in contact with Cole but still to no avail. Soon enough after what felt like endless running he found something that resembled Cole.

Realising that the brunette was being shot at, he pulled out his bow to take aim, though before hitting the enemy he was too late, Cassidy took a couple shots before running behind some cover and taking a knee while Hanzo dealt with the rest of them before running over to Cole.

“Hey sweetheart.” He said nonchalantly even with the presence of a large dark crimson colour bleeding through his clothing, his chestplate being shot though.

Hanzo without a word was pulling off the other male's chest plate to take a look at what was happening under. Pulling off the armour Cole shot him a smug look, “If you wanted me undressed you just could’ve asked sweetheart.”

“Cole, not right now.” He barked at him, visibly panicked, pulling out a small medkit that he kept on him that just consisted of peroxide and gause along with a small roll of medical tape, and a few cotton balls, just the small things he brought with him everywhere incase of an emergency. “How’re you feeling?”

The cowboy let out a small laugh, “I’ll be honest I feel like absolute shit right now but it’s a little bit better now that you’re here,” he winked at Hanzo.

“Cole- right now is not the time to try and flirt with me- I love you and all but not right now, what's all really wrong?” He asked while trying to dab the blood from a gunshot wound panic written all over his face. Sure, he’d seen Cole beaten and bruised before but 3 gunshot wounds? Too many, maybe on anybody else they wouldn’t have freaked him out this much but they did nonetheless.

He sighed, pointing to all the places where he had been wounded, “”Y’know for someone who usually seems indifferent about most things, warms my heart to see you all worried ‘bout me.”

“Cole, shut up for a minute.”

The cowboy let out a small laugh at his lover’s annoyance; he knew it was just because he loved him, “My bad darlin’ I’ll be quiet,” he sat silently while Hanzo temporarily patched up his wounds.

After exposing the wounds Hanzo pulled out the peroxide and a few paper cotton balls, he doused the cotton balls in the peroxide and without warning had started cleaning the wounds.

Cole let out a loud hiss, “God, ‘coulda given me a warnin’. That shit hurts.”

Hanzo doesn’t let off, instead continuing to clean the wounds. While Hanzo was doing what he was doing Cole had heard Hanzo say something into his earpiece about where the two were and that he needed someone to come to properly tend to his wounds but if he was being honest, he wasn’t paying much attention.

Finally Hanzo was done doing that and now was just putting the gause where it needed to be and then taping it down. Soon enough Hanzo taped off one last piece of gauze to itself so it’d stay in place before letting out a relieved sigh and finally letting himself relax some, “There, you should be alright until Angela or Ana make their way here. Don’t be an idiot, those need to stay in place.”

“‘Course sugar, wouldn’t dream of it.”

Hanzo didn’t understand how Cole still had all this energy, he never did. He swore no matter how tired the other male was there was always some form of energy left in him, he didn’t know how he did it. Hell, even after a couple bullets in him he still seemed like he was ready to get up and go on a walk.

After what felt like forever of Hanzo rechecking over Cole’s body for wounds Ana made her way to the couple, scolding Cole for getting himself into this amount of trouble while he praised Hanzo for his job of tending to the wounds before doing it herself.

“He’ll be fine right?” Hanzo asked, listening close enough you could almost hear the worry in his voice.

“Oh he’ll be fine as long as he takes care of himself, which he’ll be doing, right?” She looked at the cowboy, giving him a look.

He gave her a wide grin in return, “‘Course I will be.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Hanzo stood up, holding his hand out for Cole to help him up off the floor. He happily took his hand, helping himself up. By the time he was up, neither of them bothered letting go while they walked back to the drop ship, Hanzo turned his head to them while they were walking, “Please try to not do that again, my anxiety would appreciate it.”

Cole looked back at his boyfriend placing a chaste kiss onto his lips with a smile, “I’ll try my hardest sweetheart.”

“You’d better.”

I’ll post the rest of these tmr, it’s getting late. See y’all!

#overwatch #overwatch fic #cassidy overwatch #cole cassidy #mcree overwatch #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch imagines #overwatch mccree #cole x hanzo #hanzo #ow hanzo #overwatch hanzo #hanzo shimada #yeehan #angst #angst with a happy ending #overwatch angst

[thisfanisgonesorry]

I'd love to request some Junkrat dreaming about his parents, especially his Mum

And how proud they are of him

Give me the feels!

started writing this fic the second u sent it (sorry tf2 fans) cos ive been brainrotting on my sweet boy augh anyway, made this junkrat/you fic just so i could work it into my sleepy time fics and also cos .. youll see

tags: fluff, light angst, sleepy time fic number 3, comfort,, heavily based off shit i grew up w as a kid in australia, paranormal ghost shii, genderneutral reader, open interpretation,, weird pov thing oops

heavily inspired by these 3 clips just in case ur interested :-) (spoiler warnings obv)

[game of tones] [bobs burgers] [tf2 comic #5, old wounds]

<3<3<3

He woke up in his childhood home, he furrowed his eyes at the surroundings and sat up, confused at how he fell asleep on the couch, and the TV buzzed from the heat. The kids channel was inactive as it tended to be late at night. He was remembering things that he hadn’t seen in years. He sat up and went to wobble his way around the building before both feet landed on the carpet.

He paused, noticing both legs in tact, then realising his arm was too. “It’s a dream.” He said plainly, realising what was happening. He began to make his way towards the kitchen, the bright light seeping down the hallway and into the dark lounge room.

“Jamison!” The tall blonde woman called out to him.

“...Ma?” He looked at her confused and she handed him a plate full of meat and vegetables.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up, tea was about to go cold.” She smiled warmly at him, all he could really do was smile weakly back. “Something the matter?”

“Uh.. Nah, nah.” He hesitated.

He’d dreamed of his mother before but not quite to this much extent. Not this much detail, it was uncanny how real it felt. 

“Dinner looks good.”

She placed her plate of food on the bench and put a hand on his face. “You look so grown up.” She frowned at him slightly.

“What?” He was taken back and put his plate on the bench too.

“How long has it been?”

He froze for a minute. “Close to fifteen years.” She kept rubbing her thumb over his cheek before he pulled her hand away.

“That’s a long time.” She laughed softly. “What’s happened?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and shrugged casually. “Not much.. Lost my leg.. Lost my arm.. Survived the Omnic Crisis.”

She grabbed his now in-tact amputated arm and ran her hands over his forearm. “That must’ve been hard.”

“It was.” 

He was a little uneasy about how she somehow knew which arm was gone. They just stood there in silence for a long period of time.

“Is this real?” Jamie laughed awkwardly. “It’s just a dream, right?”

She looked up at him and a moment’s silence passed over them and a sense of knowing filled the air. 

“I’ve missed you.” She said softly.

“I’ve missed you too but how.. How are you..?”

“I bet you’ve done great things since I’ve been gone.”

He pressed his lip into a fine line at her changing the topic but then frowned at the knowledge that she would not be proud of her son if she knew of all the awful things he’s done.

“I don’t know about that..”

“What have you been up to?” She responded casually, as if making small talk with a friend you see once a month.

“I’m a criminal now.” He shrugged with a nervous laugh. “I make a lot of money and.. It makes me happy, I’ve met a lot of good people through it. I’ve travelled the world.” He rambled a little, almost like he was trying to sell a product.

“If it makes you happy, then I’m proud of you.” She sounded faintly disappointed yet still felt genuinely proud of him for finding what makes him happy and finding people that he loved.

“You’re not.. Upset?”

“I think I can understand why things happened the way they did.” She placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “You’ll always be my baby, no matter what. I don’t think it makes you a bad person for trying to survive.”

There’s another long gap of silence, both not sure what to say next.

“Tell me about your friends.”

“Ah, my friends?” He hesitated. “Where do I even start?”

“Tell me about the big one.” She smiled.

“Roadhog? His names Mako but he don’t like when we call him that. He’s my best friend, he’s basically like a brother. He’s been there for almost everything, thick and thin, y'know? He's the only person who I can really count on.”

“And the other one?”

“Y/n.. They’re.. Well. I'm lucky to have ‘em, I think you'd love ‘em too. Y’know, in a strange way, they remind me a lot of you. They’re both really important to me and I’m grateful to have them.”

Silence lingers in the air once again, an awkward stillness of uncertainty. What do you even say in this situation? What could you possibly talk about?”

“So.. There’s an afterlife?” She stayed silent. “Why’d it take you so long to visit? Why are you suddenly visiting me now?”

“I think you know why.” A lot of ideas raced through his head, so many possibilities on why. She spoke plainly with a slight sentiment of sadness at the end of her words. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled him into a tight embrace. He hesitated but hugged her back, savouring the moment.

“I think it’s time for you to wake up.” She said softly.

“I don’t want to yet.” He said as she pulled out of the hug and kissed his forehead.

He jumped awake with a loud gasp. I was leaning over him with my hand resting on his shoulder. “Jamie? Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’re crying.”

He wiped his face in a hurry with his hand and attempted to with his bicep. 

“I’m fine just.. Realising some stuff.” He smiled up at me warmly though it was clear something happened to upset him.

“You can talk to me, you know?”

“I know.” He continued to smile. I handed him a water bottle and smiled back at him. “I’ll tell you about it later. Just gotta think on it.”

#asks #fluff #junkrat #jamison fawkes #overwatch #jamison fawkes overwatch #junkrat overwatch #overwatch junkrat #overwatch jamison fawkes #junkrat x you #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes x you #jamison fawkes x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch x reader #overwatch fluff #angst #overwatch angst #junkrat fluff #junkrat angst

[lockem]

zenyatta hcs!!!!!

Zenyatta Headcanons !!

my precious main 😭💗💗 also tw opinions UwU /j

enjoy !!

him and genji would play video games together from time to time, although you'd think this guy would be a support main... oh nono no. Tank Zenyatta exists.

probably used his orbs as ping pong balls.

speaking of which, he really likes ping pong and is an absolute god at it.

he has a miniature zen garden! (get it?)

snowball fights !! he is very fond of the cold

probably wakes up genji in the middle of the night to ask him very confusinf and intellectual questions.

zenyatta loves cats !! probably has brought a whole family of cats into the monastery.

browses the internet.. a lot

probably picked up a bit of humor from it too

he has a few outfits to somehow resemble and match with genji

randomly gives visitors a mandarin.

sorry if its kind of bad and short TvT have a nice day/night <333

#overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 #overwatch #genji shimada #overwatch angst #zenyatta #overwatch headcanons

[dawnthefox24]

*Jack was in the kitchen late at night just holding a beer in his hand as he looked down remembering lashing out at Cole today during the evening not too long ago, just over all stressed out*

Ana: You know, you could apologise to him 

Jack:*jumps a bit and glares at her * I have nothing to apologise for 

Ana:*sits down next to him* Listen you old fool, You know that lashing out at Cassidy isn't good...

Jack:..Its...I just..why....Why does he act like him!? 

Ana: *has her arms crossed * Like Who?

Jack: ...Don't...please don't make me say it...

Ana: You had no problem saying it in his face, that he acts like "Gabriel"

Jack: *looks down and cracks the bottle with his bare hand cutting himself*

Ana:*takes the bottle away quickly and bandages up his hand sighing* Why do you hate him?

Jack: Who Reyes? Ana I don't hate him I- 

Ana:*smacks him up right the head* no you fool Cole! 

Jack:*hissed a bit and used his good hand to rub the spot* I don't hate the kid...

Ana:*glared at him* Oh yeah sure saying "I wish Reyes never took your punkass in he should have puttin you in prison " was a I don't hate him

Jack:*looks down a bit *...I didn't mean too...Look I hate his......

Ana: You hate his mannerisms, his guesters reminds you of Gabriel...He was close to him you know...

Jack:...I know...

Ana: The thing is Jack, Gabriel didn't just train Cole...You did too and so did I...never forget that....I treated Cole as my own son, Gabriel was his father figure and so were you...I saw how proud you were of him he was like a son too you....but now your projecting your emotions on him...

Jack:*looks away from Ana knowing she was right* I..I just...

Ana: Look I'm not trying to lecture you or anything,but you can't change the fact that Cole suffered a lot from us, we "died"  and Overwatch crumbling before his eyes so he fled…I can't blame him for that…

Jack:..I know…

Ana: *sighs and puts her arm arouns his shoulder leaning again him* Yes Cole and Reyes walked together stride by stride…I know when Cole shrugs I see Reyes, every little thing he does Gabriel appears but in the end I still see Cole Cassidy….

Jack:*looks away ashamed*....I know Ana…

Ana: Cole is upset that your chasing a ghost…He broke down when I told him who Reaper was…That boy got overwhelmed that he had a mental break down…It was hard to watch…

Jack:*seemed genuinely shocked by this * But Cole…He never…

Ana: …He hates talking about it…Actually for all I know Jack, Cole will one day have to face him…We just need to be there for him

Jack:*feeling like a piece of shit since all he said to Cole was how much he reminded him of the one who betrayed them* I have been nothing but an ass to him haven't I?

Ana: More than an ass but yes

Jack:*glares at her but sighs* He won't talk to me after what I've been saying….

Ana: *rubs his back*That maybe true but put in the effort to apologise to him.

Jack: How do you do it Ana?

Ana: Do what?

Jack: Comfort people…You know what too say…So how ?

Ana:*looks upset*...I don't do anything Jack…I…I have regrets too…My daughter Fareeha I abandoned her….Even I don't know where to begin…I faked my death as she mourned me…I'm no saint Jack… 

Jack: *sighs* start by telling her the truth…even if she doesn't want to know the truth than explain why…tell her its okay to be mad and she has every right to be…

Ana:*looks at Jack and hugs him but cries silently against him, since she needed to hear that*

Jack:*gets shocked by this and hugs her back* you're not a bad mother…You did what needed to do…

Ana:*pulls away from him and dried her tears away smiling softly a bit* Thank you Jack, I needed that…

Jack: *smiled softly * Any time Amari....

Ana:*sighs softly and looked away*....Jack, where did we go wrong?

Jack:*rubs the back of his neck before taking in a deep breath*...We just got screwed over Ana…That's all…

*outside of the kitchen stood Fareeha and Cole listening to the whole conversation *

Fareeha:*looks up blinking a few times trying not to cry for her mother*

Cole:*looks at Jack and sighs softly hugging himself tightly shaking a bit *

Fareeha and Cole: Shit/Fuck…

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #cole cassidy #soilder 76 #jack morrison #ana amari #pharah #fareeha amari #overwatch angst #angst #ana and jack angst #ow cassidy #overwatch cassidy

[anothersoulless]

Egoist {Moira X Reader}

You knew who she was, what she was. Even in the black suit with the purple tie and under those gloves, the long nails of her hand were always visible, the way her right hand was thinner, veiny while her other one looked healthy, her face plate always adorning her left eye, even when not working. When she left to work, you knew where she was going, what she was doing. But when she looked at you, the way she held you, you just couldn't let her go. You loved her. But maybe, she did not.

It was unusual for her to have enough time to accompany you to one of your outings with co-workers, like on holidays, bit you were glad that today, this random Friday evening she did have time. Usually she worked from early to evening, always looking to find the key to life. And yet, she would always come home to you, she would lay down in your bed and talk with you if you were awake or tucking herself into your side when you weren't. You were lucky if you saw her everyday in a week, but you didn't mind too much, what she was doing was important, no matter how you disliked her cruel ways of researching.

It was a fromal event in a restaurant, a celebration of one of your co-workers birthday. Moira hadn't stalled around much to get read, she simply opened the closet and pulled out her neatly stored black suit and a purple tie. You watched as she got dressed, her nails digging into the expensive, sensitive fabric, somewhow avoiding it getting ripped. She looked stunning, like an absolute professional - as if she was a chef of a very high ranking firm. She wasn't, she was a researcher, a fighter, a member of Blackwatch, but no one else needed to know. Today, Moira was simply a scientist - and your wife. She had tried to cover her damaged hand with gloves, even tried cutting her nails, but they didn't want to be cut, so she ended up with broken gloves, nails raking out. Hopefully no one would mind her weird appearances.

They did.

Of course they did.

They were confused and you let Moira explain - some sort of terminal generic illness she got by being exposed to too many Experiments and fumes. A lie, of course. But they believed it. That was all that mattered. After you came home that night, she unbuttoned her blouse and opened her tie, letter Ng them dangle aroung her ill frame and falling into one of the chairs, exhausted from this day full of work and the meeting. You had smiled at her, tried to help you relax, but with a quick flick of her now ungloved hand and a curt "No" you retreated to bed, leaving her alone.

You don't think she joined you that night. Maybe she did, but you were definitely not in your arms. She was just tired, nothing else. It was fine, after all, she was a hard working woman.

You stood up early next morning, making her breakfast in bed and even making her lunch to bring to work with her, one that she'd probably forget to eat again. Her mood was better when she woke up, coffee and food ready, she thanked you, gave you kiss and left no food on her plate and no coffee to cool.

You didn't register when she started to change up a bit, when she would watch you closely, not with love, like she had before, but with curiosity. Maybe it was after you had been diagnosed, doomed to live only a few months. Maybe it was when she made you the proposal.

"I can fix you. I can fix you, like I fixed myself, like I fixed all of them"

Maybe it was after you had said yes, or when she started to expirment on you. You were unsure. But the experiments hurt, even though she held your hand, held you close in her arms when you cried, nestled safe on her lap or even when she kissed your tears away, her low voice in your ear.

"You are doing so well, Love. Just a it more, okay? Stay strong for me"

Maybe you should have declined, died with her love still intact for you, before you switched from lover to experiment in her eyes. Maybe it would have avoided this outcome. You were cured, yes. But the pain was unbearable. No matter what you did, there was a surge of huge pain following your movements. After a while you got better at hiding it, accepting it. And yet, no matter what you did, even after it felt like simply thinking was painful, nothing could describe the empty hole in your chest, when you saw her pack her things.

"Where are you going, Honey? Is everything alright?" She had looked at you, her red eye piercing your soul

"Of course, Love. Everything is just fine. Blackwatch just needs me to leave for a mission, that's why I'm packing a few things"

"Why?"

"They need me, that's all. I am the only one able to tend to my fallen comrades, after all-"

"No. Why are you lying?"

She looked at you then, turning around to face you and her cold expression made you shiver. That wasn't your Moira. This was Blackwatchs' Moira. Talon Moira. Crazy-Scientist-Moira. Where did she leave to, you wondered.

"I wanted to safe you from the truth. You are awfully sensitive recently. An unexpected result of the Experiments, I believe. But it seems you have unfortunately kept your attention to detail."

You looked at her, confused. "Sensitive? I mean, you have barely talked with me, these past few weeks, you and I, we're married! We should talk a lot, sleep in the same bed! You loved me before all this and that has changed! I just want us to be like back then again. Wher eyou go to work, come home and we sleep, Where we talk in bed and I get to enjoy your company, your arms. You have been distancing yourself from me, and I don't know what to do, I'm devastated! Clueless! Not sensitive!"

Her expression fell for a moment, just a glimpse pat's that cold exterior revealing pity. "It's your fault you believed you were worth anything to me, actually. You were simply entertainment for me, nothing more." Moira turned around, grabbing her suitcase. You tried to stop her, tears falling onto the floor. "No, you don't get to leave me like this! You don't get to walk away from me with all the damage you just caused! I love you! How can you say you never loved me, when you married me?!"

"Like I said. It's your fault. I never wanted to make that impression" She pries your hand away from her arm with her long nails and opened the door while you followed her close behind, words falling out of your mouth to stop her, none of them sinking into either of you. She turned around one last time, before opening the door. "I suppose I should apologize. But you have no use for me anymore. The experiments conducted on you have brought no new revelations and your body is already at it's limit. So impossibly weak, no wonder you wouldn't be able to make it into any of our Organisations."

She handed you the key to the house.

"I never told you I was a good person. You convinced yourself I was. I told you from the very beginning what I was. I've always been an Egoist.'

The door slammed shut as you fell to the floor, crumbling.

#overwatch #overwatch oneshot #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #moira overwatch #moira o'deorain #moira x reader #angst #overwatch angst

[froggibus]

Kiriko having to watch Mercy reassurect her f!slo. I've never seen this requested and thought it might be interesting. If it's too complicated no worries bro, stay hydrated!

One More Chance - Kiriko Kamori

Pairing: Kiriko Kamori x reader

Genre: angst + hurt/comfort

Word Count: 750

Summary: after getting seriously injured on a mission with Overwatch, your girlfriend can only watch helplessly from the sidelines as Angela desperately tries to save your life

CW: death, major injuries, resurrection, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, self doubting/blaming

this is a heavier one compared to what I usually write so please if you’re triggered by any of the above, don’t read it :( I’ll put out more (not angsty) Kiriko content soon and you can read that instead :) I am in an angsty mood tho so you guys can have this :) enjoy <3

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Kiriko stares ahead unblinking, eyes unfocused and head dizzy. She’s in complete disbelief, she doesn’t understand how this could have ever happened. As soon as your head hit the hard ground, it’s like the whole world stopped spinning. Even now, as Angela and Genji are running to your side, the world seems to have stilled.  

She’d been healing you the whole time. She could have sworn everything was okay. You’re a good fighter, you’ve always been a good fighter, so what happened? Why didn’t you block or dodge or run away? Why did you let that omnic shove his spear through your chest?

She shakes her head. You didn’t let it happen. You were caught off guard, that’s all. But you’ll be fine, right? You’ve always been fine. You have to be fine. She can feel tears pricking at her eyes, her chest begging for air. It’s only now that she realizes that she hasn’t taken a breath since she first heard your choked scream. 

She blinks, letting the tears slip silently down her cheeks. Genji is cradling your head, holding you up so that Angela can work on you. She’s going to heal you, and you’re going to be fine. You are going to be fine. 

It’s only when Genji reluctantly steps aside and Angela’s wings expand in a burst of golden light that Kiriko registers what’s going on. With a lift of her gloved hand, the golden light consumes your body. 

The light is so bright that Kiriko has to look away. When she looks back, you’re on your feet again. There’s colour in your skin, and your chest rises and falls with every breath. You’re alive. 

You blink a few times, looking at Angela curiously. “I-I thought I died?”

“Welcome back, y/n,” she pats your shoulder gently. 

It’s a strange feeling. One minute there was a spear in your chest, and you could feel the heat fading from your body. The next, you’re awake and on your feet. You feel warm again, and energy courses through your veins. 

Kiriko doesn’t even realize what’s happening before she’s taking off towards you, feet pounding against the ground. She’s running faster than she’s ever run before in her life, getting to you as fast as she can. 

She throws her arms around you in an instant, enveloping you in her warmth. She’s squeezing you tightly, scared that if she doesn’t hold you tight enough, you’ll slip away.  

You melt into her arms, head still reeling. You vaguely understand what happened, but at the same time, your brain is all foggy. 

Kiriko pulls away, still sobbing. “I’m s-so glad you’re okay!”

“I’m okay,” you reassure her. 

She presses a rough, long kiss to your lips, tangling her hand in your hair. She tugs you closer to her, not caring about air because you’re alive. Fuck air and water and everything when you’re here. When the love of her life is still alive. 

She pulls away gasping for air, your cheeks coated in her tears. She wipes them away gently, wiping the moisture onto her pants. 

Angela interrupts awkwardly, reminding the two of you that you need to get back to the jet so that you can return to base. 

Even when you’re in the back of the plane, Kiriko doesn’t let you go. Her arms are around your waist and her head is nuzzled into your shoulder. You wrap an arm around her waist too, which proves difficult for Angela who’s trying to check you out. 

“The resurrection process isn’t perfect,” she warns. “You’ll have a temporary burst of energy, but your body will be exhausted afterwards. You’ll probably need to sleep for a few days.”

You nod, too distracted by your girlfriend cuddling into your side. 

“I’ll need you to come see me for testing at least twice a day, okay? Just to make sure.”

Once again you nod. “Thank you, Angela.”

With that, she grants you a rare smile and settles back into her spot next to Genji. You reach up and rub Kiriko’s hair, planting a kiss onto her forehead. 

Kiriko can’t help but grin. You’re okay, you’re alive. You’re here, in her arms, and everything is okay. With that reassurance, she manages to slip into a peaceful sleep. 

You glance at your sleepy girlfriend, thanking all the Gods that you get to stay with her for at least one more day. 

masterlist

#overwatch 2 #overwatch #ow2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch fic #ow #xreader #overwatch headcanons #kiriko x you #ow kiriko #kiriko x reader #kiriko kamori #angst #overwatch angst #kiriko angst #hurt/comfort

[liedogma]

Me, myself and his

Warning 18+ / dark content (FIRST FIC)

*cw- sorta abuse?, non/con, angst

inspo - savior complex | Pheobe bridgers

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The doorknob rattled as it clicked open, It was Cassidy coming back from a mission he set down two beers in his right hand on the table. You were in the kitchen making dinner "I thought you atta be finished by now." he said as he was making his way toward you in the kitchen you were caught off guard his hand cupping your cheeks as he kissed you. but you didn't accept it felt, 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 the bruise marks were still on your thighs and wrist he raised an eyebrow curious wondering why you weren't kissing back. parting his lips from yours "what's wrong with you today?" you went straight back to cooking the rest of

dinner. but before you could go back to that he held your hands behind your back and pushed your head against the cold hard counter he whispered in your ear "since you decided to be disobedient and not listen to daddy it seems like I need to punish you" He started to grind his bulge against your ass "get up." his eyebrows furrowed "get up damn it!" he grabbed a fist full of you hair and yanked your head up by it "shit" you cursed "you finally speak heh" your eyes met his he smirked "tonight's gonna be a rough night"

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PART 2 (maybe)

#overwatch fanfiction #mcree x reader #mcree overwatch #smut #fanfic #fanfiction #18+ fanfic #mcree smut #overwatch #cole cassidy #dark fic #part 2 maybe? #angst mcree #angst #overwatch angst #overwatch 2

[multifandomhere1]

Another fic about ramattra because I know You guys like him 😀

Warning:Angst

additional: reader is a omnic.

You met Ramattra at the shambali monastery, he was very nice and very reserved. did you know that he didn't like humans very much, well unlike you, you liked humans a lot and knew they had some hope

You were the person Ramattra talked to the most, after Zenyatta. Your conversation flowed very well, it seemed that you had known each other for years. You also meditated together, you loved those moments

It didn't take long for the two of you to get together, you were a sweet couple.

Too bad it ended too quickly.

While you were walking in the streets going to find Ramattra, a group of humans were following you for a while.

You worried a little, then you stopped and so did they and they went to confront you

Saying horrible words, you understood that they were those groups that hate omnics.

Soon the fight began, the group went after you beating you and hurting your frontal plates

It was a horrible scene. Ramattra was wondering why you were taking so long, so he decided to go look for you, it took a while before he found a group of people hitting an omnic

soon he realized that the omnic was you. quickly he ran into the group, he beat every person that was there, until there was no one left.

right when he finished, he quickly went to you picking you up, and watching the damage they did. Ramattra couldn't do anything, you were already all over and dead.

he blames himself for you having died that way, you loved humans and were killed by them.

He blames himself because he didn't arrive on time, if he had arrived, he would still be able to have you with him.

Underneath his scarf he wears a necklace you gave him, that's the only thing he has from you, and he does everything he can to not lose it.

But eventually it ends up breaking because of the battles, and believe me, when that happened he got even sadder.

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this was too sad, don't forget to drink water and take a shower,xoxo

#overwatch #reader insert #ramattra #ramattra x reader #overwatch angst #idk lol #luv you #omnic reader

[fallenautumm]

I Might start writing Overwatch one shots

also almost every Genre and Character , so if anyone sees this ya'll know 😨👍

#smut #hanzo smut overwatch #baptiste x reader #overwatch #overwatch fluff #x reader #overwatch x you #overwatch angst #overwatch oneshot #one shot #overwatch smut #ramattra #ow2 #hanzo shimada #overwatch hanzo #genji x reader

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

i’m in need of junkerqueen angst and this is another song one, if you don’t mind of course.

You’re losing me - Taylor Swift

you may not be into her music which is perfectly fine just hear me out with the lyrics on this one.

“Do something, babe, say something. Lose something, babe, risk something. Choose something, babe, I got nothing to believe, unless you're choosin' me”

you see my vision here? the heart breaking angst that could be written here 🙏🙏

trust

You're Loosing Me (Junkerqueen x reader)

Things hadn't been normal in a very long time. You didn't know what it was, but something just wasn't right. The love of your life hadn't been around as much as when the two of you moved in together.

The two of you were inseparable at first. She took you everywhere, even to confidential meetings. There was nothing you didn't do together. But a year or so back, she started acting weird. At first you thought it was just her being stressed out from work, so you tried to be patient. To be someone that she could talk to.

But nothing changed.

If anything, it got worse.

Odessa started staying out much later than you were used to. She didn't parade you around town as much. Didn't take you out at least once a week. Didn't let you go to meetings with her to let you sit on her lap while she made jokes about what people were saying.

Instead, it was you staying at home. You’d do laps around the house just to be able to move around. Wash the dishes and dry them and put them away and then decide to re organize everything because it didn’t make sense how it was. Decide that the way that you did it was dumb and then put it back to how it was originally. Then look at it again and decide that both ways were stupid so you re did it again. You’d wipe down counters and mop floors. Make the bed and then re-make the bed after you decide to lay down.

But nothing helps the ache in your chest. Nothing helps the way that you long for your girlfriend to be with you. To have her make you laugh. To have her pepper you in kisses and tell you how she loves you.

To have her

One day you decide you’ve had enough. You can’t wait around for her to realize how you’re feeling. Anytime you try to talk to her about it she’d just brush it off and say, “we’ll do something together soon.” But soon never came. Soon was some intangible thing that you could never seem to reach, always being pushed back. It was always right there, so close. But it was also always so far away, ungraspable.

So you write a note. It has every emotion that you’re too scared to tell her in person. Every time that she left you to your own emotions. Every time she left you to comfort yourself.

Every time she left you

Every time she decided that she had better things than you.

You, who waited until ungodly hours of the morning for her.

You, who was always there for her.

You, who wanted nothing more than for her to choose her the way you chose her.

You, who loved her more than anything.

You, who never got that love back.

Everything you wanted to scream at her was right on that piece of paper. Every emotion you could never seem to verbalize before was there.

But, of course, Dez took that time to come home early.

She had already been having a shitty day. No clue why, but she had been. She woke up from sleeping on the couch, not wanting to risk waking you and hearing your endless questions, and went to go make coffee like she normally did. Except she couldn’t find her mug because you kept moving it, so she had to spend half an hour looking for it, only to realize that you had set it out by the coffee maker. Then she spilled it on her lap, making her have to change clothes. The shower blasted her with freezing cold water randomly. She couldn’t find the pair of clothes that she wanted to wear to a really important meeting. She was then late to said really important meeting.

All in all, her day was shit.

And it got worse when she say you at the same counter where you left her coffee mug, writing a note with bags packed. Her heart dropped into her stomach.

“What’re ya doin?” Dez asked.

You jumped, not expecting her to be home, and cringed as you turned around. You were just re-reading the note for the millionth time, trying to convince yourself to throw it away and go back to your room.

“I’m…I’m leaving, Odessa.”

“…what?”

You never used her full name. Never. It was always Dez or Dessa or “My Queen.” Never Odessa.

“I said I’m leaving. I can’t take this anymore.”

“Can’t take what? Living in the luxury that I provide for you?”

The venom in her words shocked you. It was unexpected and hurt a lot more than you thought it would. Apparently the walls that you had built up to prevent this weren’t as effective as you had hoped.

“The luxury that you provide for me isn’t what I want, Odessa. I want you. But I can never seem to have you anymore. You’re always out doing something else. Sleeping on the couch to avoid me. Telling me that we’ll do something together soon and then soon never comes. I’m tired of it. I can’t…I can’t live like this.”

Your words shocked the both of you. Odessa looked at you, a mix of shock and concern on her face. But that mixed look changed to rage. How dare you?

“Excuse me? I have a whole damn country to run. Pardon me for not being able to spend every waking moment with you. What is it that you do, anyway?”

Your sorrow quickly changed to rage at her words. “What is it that I do? I make sure that you come home to a clean house. I clean everything a million times over. I go and get groceries and then make your breakfast, lunch, and dinner out of said groceries and then go and get more. I make sure that the water in the shower is hot enough so that you can take as long as you may need to destress. I offer myself as comfort and solace for you, but you’re “too busy” to pay any attention. I’m fucking done! I don’t deserve this! God fucking damnit, Odessa, open your eyes!” You shouted back.

The queen in front of you just stared in shock. You’d never, ever spoken to her like that.

Ever.

When she didn’t respond, you got angrier. “Jesus, say something. Do something, Odessa! I need you to choose.” Your voice softened. “And by god I need you to choose me. I need you to choose me so bad because you’re my everything. You’re my everything and I don’t know who I am without you. But if I’m not your everything too then I’m leaving.”

Still, Odessa didn’t say a word. It was like her mouth was glued shut. Tears had started streaming down your cheeks at some point and you angrily wiped them away. “You’re about to loose me and you won’t even any anything. Great to know. Goodbye, Odessa Stone. Goodbye.”

And with that, you were gone. You’d picked up your bag and walked out the front door, slamming it behind you. All while Odessa just watched.

It was after you left that Odessa came to her senses. Everything in her screamed to chase after you, to beg you to come back. But what good would that do? Instead, the giant of a woman slowly walked to the counter and read your note.

She couldn’t even finish it before the tears started. She sobbed as she read how you were feeling. As she realized what she had been doing to you. God, she deserved this.

She had all of Junkertown and yet she couldn’t even keep you.

Odessa sunk to the floor, clutching the last thing of yours that she had as she cried.

#why did you make me do this #overwatch #overwatch 2 #junkerqueen simp supreme #junkerqueen x Reader #overwatch2 #overwatch x reader #junkerqueen angst #overwatch Angst

[grezzirossi]

Unable to feel anything at all...

#spiderbyte #amelie lacroix #olivia colomar #sombra #widowmaker #overwatch #up for angst tonight #heh

[lockem]

HIII LOVE!! ok so I’ve been in dire need of some overwatch fics I have so many ideas but one rly stands out for me could you do Moira x Fem reader or non binary if you prefer, where reader is slowly falling into a sort of “depression” state because of moiras neglect for them over her work ? Maybe ending in mega fluff lol I appreciate and adore your writing (if you ever are itching to write message me I come up with prompts out of my ass lol)

Moira x Reader

I tried my best, I didn't want to put a specific gender for the reader so anyone can enjoy it!! Hope you like it!!

angst !! +comfort ?

“Do you really care about me? or was that just another one of your lies Moira?” _

She keeps reassuring you, that once her work finally clears up that she’ll make it up to you. But that never happened now did it? Every time you ask her to spend time together or atleast take a break, she always makes such empty promises.

“Not now darling, I’m busy. Gabriel wants this done before the end of the week. I promise that I’ll make it up to you” 

“After this, we can continue that little show you always watch.”

Every single time, and yet here you are holed up in a small room, with only the sounds from the tv whispering. You’d miss how you and Moira would spend time together, how you’d go on little dates, or hold eachother and whisper sweet nothings as you’d fall asleep together. But that had been months ago, Moira always making excuses, distancing herself from you while she drowns herself in more and more experiments. 

An icky feeling in the back of your head forming, “What if she’s grown tired of me. What if she’d replace me with one of her subordinates? That cute assistant? Or what if she really hates me now. She’s always said she isn’t one for affection— what if—” 

What a foolish feeling. Sounds like something Moira would say, it just hurts to think about. So many “what ifs”, so many scenarios filling your head, “It doesn’t matter anyways, she’s probably leaving me soon, who am I to think I’d deserve to be someone like her, she’s so amazing, intelligent and beautiful.. She’ll probably choose that new assistant of hers over me—” Soft tears rolled down your cheeks, your room feels awfully cold, soft sniffles could be heard as the room lights up, the lights from the tv illuminating your tear struck face.

“Are you still watching?”

The show has finished. You couldn’t even pay attention in watching the finale, you’d been too busy, thinking about her, thinking about Moira. As you’d reach for the remote, you heard soft knocks on your door.

“Darling? Are you in there?”

Ah… Speaking of which, she’s here, outside your door, still calling you the same old name, so sweet. Hearing no answer, Moira lets herself in, gazing upon your tearstruck face.

“Darling.. Are you okay? What happened, I’m here now” she holds you, the same way she always did, with so much care, so gentle, it makes you feel like you're made of glass. Unlike her experiments, she’s always taken such good care of you. As soon as she held you in her arms, the tears began flowing, you’d miss her. She’s missed you. It’s like when she distanced herself and buried herself in work she’d broken you into pieces.

But now that she’s here, loving you as she did before, it feels like she’d put you back together. Gluing pieces of your relationship together, trying to keep it from falling apart. “I’m so sorry my dear, I know I’ve been distant for a while, I just wanted to finish everything, so I can hold you as long as I want. I am so sorry my dear, I didn’t mean to, I promise this won’t—” words cut short, shutting her up from her ramble of apologies, oh how you’d love her voice, her warmth, her presence, you missed kissing her. 

You didn’t care anymore, those jealous thoughts vanished as she held you. Moira didn’t care about her work anymore, you were here and so was she. She was going to make it up to you. So as the tv flickered off, the lights went, just the two of you together again was enough. You held each other in the dark, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ear as you both nodded goodnight.

#moira ow #moira o'deorain #moira overwatch #moira x reader #overwatch angst #reader angst

[dawnthefox24]

*Cole knew it was a stupid idea, he knew it was stupid for shoving Ashe it was a death wish but he had too. Besides Overwatch and the Gang  happened to be in the same area only to be stick in a cross fire with Talon agents. It was a temporary truce between the two but as of as now he took a stray bullet that got him instead of Ashe, so this is how he dies huh. Sacrificing himself once more*

Cole:*look at his own blood surrounding him and hears Ashe panic* y-you can't even watch yer own-

Ashe:*cuts him off as she tries to stop the bleeding* IDIOT!! SACRIFICING YOURSELF FOR ME !!!

Cole:*lets out a painful chuckle before groaning a bit* S-..Someone had to watch..fuck..watch your back...

Ashe:*glares at him* You're a fucking idiot!!!

Cole:*is to tired too argue with her*... thought y-you want me dead...

Ashe:*glares at him but seems very concern* Shut up save and your breath beside only I can get to kill you...

Cole: *feels his eyes become heavy from the blood lose*I..I'm a sorry...

Ashe:*snaps her fingers in his face before looking around for any medics* Hey! Hey ! Hey keep yer eyes open...Don't you even dare close them...CAN SOMEONE GET ME A MEDIC!!! HE NEEDS HEALING!!!

Cole:*is trying to stay awake*..I-I'm sorry for...everything Ashe...

Ashe: *looks quickly back at him* Hey asshole you better not die on me!!

Cole:*feels his vision become blurry before the whole world goes black hearing Ashe voice calling him *

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Cole:*Groans softly as he wakes up sore and winces in pain before turning his head and see's Ashe sleeping in a chair arms crossed looking like shit*what the-

Angela:*walks in worriedly cutting him off* thank goodness you're awake Cole, you were out for at least half a day I was starting to become worried you wouldn't be able to wake up and- Whats wrong?

Cole:*looks at Ashe* What is she doing here?

Angela: *looks at Cole than at Ashe*She wanted to stay when you wake up...

Cole:*is confused* Thats not....

Angela:*sighs softly* Well her quick thinking brought you over here too me she was very worried about you Cole...

Cole:...That's not something she woul-*gets cut off*

Angela: *sighs*Cole look she was begging me to save you, she cried but don't tell her I said that okay.

Cole: *looks a bit shocked* S-she cried?

Angela: Look she here because she insisted, trust me not everyone was to keen about her coming with us mainly the whole gang

Cole:*leans up in shock only to be struck with pain in his chest* THE GAN- Fuck!!

Angela:*sets him down hushing him* Shh relax and Yes the Deadlock gang is in Overwatch

Cole:*nods softly and sighs* Tell me Angie how bad is it...injury I mean....

Angela:*sighs softly* well the bullet really didn't leave... It shattered so I had to carefully remove each fragment out around your chest...it just missed you're heart...

Cole: Damn...is this why I'm having chest pains?

Angela:*nods* yes but you'll be in top shape in no time though-

Ashe:*wakes up and see's Cole awake*  This isn't a dream right..I better not be dreaming...

Cole:*Looks at Angie and looks at Ashe*

Angela: I'll leave you two alone but I'll be outside and no its he's awake be gentle with him okay*smiles sweetly knowing what cole meant by that, but also smiles threatenly towards Ashe as she leaves them alone*

Ashe:...

Cole:...

Cole:*not liking the silence * You know-

Ashe:*cuts him off* You died...Twice in a row during the surgery... you better thank that Angel of yours....

Cole: I'll thank her later...You know you could have left me to di-*is surprised when Ashe hugs him tightly*

Ashe: *is trying not to cry* Don't finish statement..You scared me...

Cole:*Sighs softly hugging her back before pulling away from her since this was going to be awkward* I'm sorry for scarin ya.... Ashe:...Why did you do it.... Cole:...Do what?

Ashe:*glares at him* You know what I mean...Why did you save me!? Cole:*Looks away from her * I don't kno- Ashe: LIAR!! THAT BULLET WAS MEANT FOR ME SO WHY!?! Cole: *looks down* Cause it was cheap shot against you and someone had to watch yer damn back!! Ashe:...why do you always have to be the hero.... Cole:...I only do it for the people I care about....Look you may not like me and for me I can't hate you...you have every right to hate me Ashe for everything I did....But in the end I did it for you and the gang more than you can ever realise...

Ashe:....You're the most dumbest man I've ever met Cassidy....I didn't need you saving me!! I would have been fine but than you shoved me and... Cole: You were saving me... Ashe: We'll yeah only I'm the only person who can kill you not by some random Talon agent or whatever it was.... Cole: And how come you're not killing me now? Ashe: *rolls her eyes* I got threaten by a monkey and an angel but mainly mostly by everyone Cole:*snorts a laughter*There very protective of me.... Ashe: *sighs softly* You really care about them don't you Cole: We'll I care about them like how I still care about the gang, why do this I haven't thrown any of you guys in jail or even better you guys aren't even dead. Ashe:.... Ashe: You know that does mean I have time to plan on killing you right? Cole:*shrugs and smiles softly* I know but still you always miss Ashe:*glares at him* I won't miss this time and this means nothing I only saved you because I want too kill you myse- Cole:*rolls his eyes* yes yes, You want to kill yourself and not someone else. Ashe: Yeah that... Cole: Yet you came here too Overwatch and now what? You gonna head home with the gang and let them know that I lived? Ashe: I'll tell them that You lived but I won't tell them I hugged you alright... Cole: Alright than but be careful cause were friends with a few hackers so get ready for some blackmailing. Ashe: Yeah I'll blackmail them with a bullet through the skull first Cole:*Laughs a bit before wincing in pain* Shit I can't laugh too much Ashe:*smiles lightly but went to grab her stuff and fixed her hair* This was a truce for now Cassidy remember that..

Cole: Yeah I get that Ashe, also don't worry I won't tell a single soul and Athena can you delete whatever you saw Athena: *hums a bit* Of course Agent Cassidy. Ashe: *rolls her eyes * Thanks and I sometimes hate AI, forgot you have one. Cole: Not everyone trusts you, but I promise you they won't see the hug and you cryin~*he teased her* Ashe:*flustered* I wasn't cryin!!! Cole:*waves his hand a bit* yeah, yeah. I'll see you in another time Ashe take care Ashe: *puts her coat on and glares at him before flipping him off before leaving* I'll kill you next time Cole.... Cole: Bye Ashe *once she left with he rest of the Gang, Angela came back looking a bit concerned* Angela: She could have killed you know... Cole: Though she didn't Angela:*sighs softly pinching the bridge of her nose*...What do you see in her Cole? Cole: *thinks of all the times he spent with Ashe when he was with the deadlock gang* Cole: We'll let me whisper it in you're ear Angela:*walks over to him and her eyes widen as what Cole is telling her* SERIOUSLY!!!?? Cole: Yup but promise not to tell the others Angela: Honestly Cole I don't think they would even want to hear it Cole:*chuckles softly* Thanks Angie Angela:*Rolls her eyes but smiles softly* Anytime Cole and rest okay you need it.

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Here’s some messy Overwatch fanart!

Besides that apologies for not doing drawing requests lately, requests are closed for now until I decide what I’m gonna do :)

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