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I'm bored <3 so I'm opening Halloween requests ! (I know it's late in the month shhhsushdu)

So here's the prompt list and characters I'm comfortable writing for, you can request multiple characters for the same prompt at once (since I'm only writing drabbles) ((Also you can request extra with the prompt! Like if you pick 4 you can add that you want the characters picking out pumpkins at a patch or carving with their kid)) (((AUs are more than encouraged)))

Characters:

Ana Amari (Ana):

Jean-Baptiste Augustin (Baptiste): 

Brigette Lindholm (Brigette):

Angela Ziegler (Mercy):

Moira O’Diorain (Moira):

Lucio Correia dos Santos (Lucio):

Reinhardt Wilhelm (Reinhardt):

Siebren de Kuiper (Sigma):

Aleksandra Zaryanova (Zarya):

Mako Rutledge (Roadhog): 

Elizabeth Caledonia “Calamity” Ashe (Ashe):

Akande Ogundimu (Doomfist):

Genji Shimada (Genji):

Hanzo Shimada (Hanzo):

Jamison Fawkes (Junkrat):

Colton McCassidy (Cole Cassidy):

Mei-Ling Zhou (Mei):

Fareeha Amari (Pharah):

Gabriel Reyes (Reaper):

Jack Morrison (Soldier 76):

Oliva Colomar (Sombra):

Satya Vaswani (Symmetra):

Lena Oxton (Tracer):

Amelie Lacroix (Widowmaker):

Prompts:

1: Chilly Weather

2: Witch (Modern)

3: Autumn

4: Pumpkin

5: Halloween night

6: Candy

7: Costumes

8: Halloween Party

9: Scary Movies

10: Graveyard

11: Werewolf/Vampire/Creature

12: Teeth/Claws

13: Monster Hunting

14: Sweater

15: Woods/Forrest

16: As Kids

17: Corn/Hay Maze

18: Pranks

19: Sick/Allergies 

20: Halloween Obsessed

21: Scary Stories

22: Camping

23: Monster under the bed

24: Fog/Rain

25: Magic

26: Trick-Or-Treating

27: Ritual

28: Sleep-deprived

29: Mask

30: Potion/Poison

31: Bugs

Request: ooo what if moira, mercy, and ashe went trick or treating with their kids?

Crying about this actually. Hope u dont mind the headcanons. Also I didn’t exactly make this a reader insert since you didn’t mention it. There’s a few “partner” mentions, but you could make that be whoever if you have a ship for one of the characters. 

Mercy: (Two Kids)

Angela builds all her kids costumes

I don't mean she sewed them, I mean she starts building in march. Her daughter wanted to be a cat, so she built this entire suit out of cardboard and a few mechanical parts. Her daughter ultimately just wanted to wear black clothes and kitty ears, but she kept the mechanical tail!

Of course she joins in the costuming

One year she was a Greek goddess while her children were Spartans (well, a spartan and a knight because her youngest prefered the silver armor to the gold)

For their first halloween all together it was a dragon and her two little treasures (The older one was a crystal and the baby was a lil gold coin)

Angela makes sure her kids don’t eat too much candy at once, and that they brush their teeth after eating any

Moira: (one kiddo)

Moira’s kid is the kind that watches scary movies year round.

They’re very lanky, like their mom, so there's a lot of “Aren’t you a bit old to be trick or treating?” when the kid is like six

Of course Moira takes them to cons so of course they’re very good at making their own (realistic) halloween costumes

They probably went as Naruto and Sauske (or some other anime-duo) at least once

Moira checks every piece of candy, then the kid does too, and Moira checks again just to be sure

Neither of them really like candy, so if they get a lot they either have it all year or give it to one of Moira’s friends’ kids

The two of them both decided trick or treating wasn’t worth the effort when they were about 11, so after that they buy candy and popcorn and watch horror movies all night

Ashe: (Three, because c'mon she knows how to wrangle them in)

She always brings Bob

Whenever the homeowner doesn't give what she deems as "enough" candy, she says "Hmm I think we can do a Lil better than that, right Bob?" 

Ashe always makes their partner hold the candy bags (Bob’s hands are full with the kids)

They always start when the sun is still up and don’t stop until all the lights are out

“I spent a hundred bucks on those costumes, we’re wearin’ ‘em for as long as possible!”

They go straight to bed that night, but the next day they play poker with the candy 

But worry not, Ashe writes down who had what and passes it back out after the game so everyone gets their candy

Okay sure but what if they all went together?

Angela built ALL the costumes. Including for her, Moira, Ashe and all the partners

Bob holds all the bags this time, and Ashe’s kids are too busy running around with the others to be upset about it

Moira’s kid is probably a bit older than the rest of them, maybe matching or close with Ashe’s oldest.

They probably stick close to their mother (and the other adults by extension)

Ashe’s three are much more rambunctious than Angela’s two, but get a bit of candy in the little Zieglers, they can match the energy 

Ashe’s oldest brought eggs. Ashe knew this, and did not stop them.

They all end up back home earlier than Ashe’s kids are used to, but end up with more candy since Moira and her kid didn’t want theirs

Angela gets her kids home much earlier to adhere to their bedtimes (And she’s got the youngest of the bunch, who was probably sleeping in her arms the entire time)

But of course, she can’t leave without handing out the pumpkin spice bread and cookies she baked

Request: Could we have a fluffy Colton cowboy with a witch s/o? It would be cute watching him have no clue but being supportive, like thinking something would be nice on an altar.

Oh of COURSE, as a fellow witch I fully support cowboy boyfriend being confused but having the spirit. (Just a drabble tho, preparing for Winter prompts :)))

Content Warnings?: Deity worship (though no specific deity), deity communication, brief Genji mention, mention of veils, spells, familiars, and incense

here u go lovelies

Request: Bro— hear me out, Cole and Gabe are werewolves, but Colt has a human S/O and is introducing them to gabe (cuz he’s basically the dudes fanon dad at this point) and sizes this person up to see if they’re w o r t h y of his boy

God ur so fucking smart ily

Also I was torn because ,,,werewolves,,,abo,,, I ended up not doing it but listen there's this guy that makes uh,,,,spicy audios with Colt and lets just say I do fully plan to make an abo story, whether I post it or not 

Characters/prompt list , askbox !

Featuring Dad Reyes, son/brother/boyfriend Colt, and sibling Sombra

Content Warnings?: implied werewolf Colt, Gabriel and Sombra, Gabriel being intimidating, few to no couple moments between Colt/Reader, abrupt ending (I'm rusty okay)

Ok here

You chew your lip so roughly you can feel the skin ripping between your teeth. 

"Don't look him in the eye," Colt reminds you, fidgeting with his hands. He reaches for the doorbell again, then pauses and pulls his hand back. The process repeats once, “Don’t mumble,”  twice, “A-And call him sir and stuff, he likes that,” then, as he lays his shaky fingers on the button, the door swings open. Colt clears his throat and stands up straight. His dad, on the other hand, is already standing like there’s a stick in his ass.

“Colt,” He starts, looking your boyfriend up and down with an expression that isn’t helping your idea about the stick.

“Yessir.” He turns to you, giving the same treatment but looking a bit more skeptical about it. He manages to catch your gaze, which knocks the air right out of your lungs. His face is covered in scars, but that isn’t even the scary part. His eyes are a horrific shade of red, darker than Colts, but then he speaks in your direction.

“Welcome home, son.” His mouth is full of some of the sharpest teeth you’ve ever seen. You realize you’ve broken one of the first rules Colt told you, so you quickly snap your head down to look at the ground. A large hand comes into your vision, a deep voice following shortly after. “Gabriel Reyes.” 

You take his hand, taking a second to remark at the size difference, then give him your name. It came out quieter than you meant for it to, but you didn’t expect him to tighten his grip on your hand and demand that you speak up. You say it again, louder, with power in your chest and a sir tacked on at the end. You squeeze his hand right back, not taking the time to regret your actions. He seems a bit surprised, raising a brow and tilting his head to the side while looking you up and down again. 

“Come on in.” He grins, showing the teeth that have no doubt ripped someone's throat out. Colt takes his hat off and presses it to his chest while he walks around Gabriel. You take another moment, briefly wondering if you want to put yourself in this situation. “It’s cold, kid.” He grumbles.

“I know,” You reply, dipping your head down but finding yourself unable to tear your gaze from his eyes. There’s a moment where all either of you are doing is staring. It’s awkward, but possibly no where near as bad as eating dinner with the man. 

“We’re not going to kill you.” He assures, the bluntness of it catching you off guard. “Oli- urgh- Sombra made tamales.” He closes his eyes and mumbles some things about Sombra, counting to three by stretching his long fingers away from his grip on the door. “Are you coming in or not?” His face looks frustrated but his tone seems slightly defeated. You answer by nodding and pushing past him into the house. 

The dinner was tense. Colt's younger sibling seemed to find it all hilarious, which lightened the mood every time they'd giggle at Gabriel's glare. Said glaring monster told Colt and Sombra to clear the table, which everyone seemed to know was code for giving you and Gabriel some time alone. He deepens his glare at you, then sighs, features softening.

"You know about Colt's upbringing, yes?" The question gave you a few of your own. Did he mean political or religious beliefs? Or the fact that Colt was adopted at twelve? Either way, you know all of it. Colt tells you as much as he can.

"I'm pretty sure, sir."

"Then you know he's more fragile than he seems." You pause before answering. Of course you know that, it's just a bit surprising that Gabriel does. He stands before you can answer, leaning over the table and getting in your face. "If you ever hurt my son," he starts, voice dropping to a low growl and you can swear his eyes are glowing. "You won't even have time to be sorry. Understood?" He cocks his head to the side.

"Understood." You confirm. He nods, then sits back down with a sigh.

Words: 643, a shortie Trigger Warnings: long hair, eating, found family, brief mention of sickness, quarantine Reader was requested to be male, but nothing is actually mentioned, so nblm can enjoy it too!

Request: Anonymous said:

Hi! I love your work sm! I saw that your requests are open and got so excited (I rarely ever request stuff so if it sucks I apologize in advance). If you require pronouns I go by he/him pronouns. I’d love to see a Sam Winchester x Male Reader fic where during quarantine (or something like a quarantine) Sam grows his hair super long because he knows his boyfriend likes long hair, and basically teases the reader by constantly flipping his hair around and putting his hair up in a ponytail. I know it’s so random but it would be a nice change of pace since every fic I’ve seen of Sam regarding his hair it always ends with him having short hair lmao. Again, I love your work so so much and I can’t wait for your next posting! 💕

Catch me fucking SOBBING at this ask

Also?? My stuff might be a little different cause everything on my blog is like,,,at least a year old. Seriously I wrote most of it when I was like 15 and now I'm 17  oh gods save me time is unforgiving Anywhoo I hope you like it!! This is the first thing I’ve written in a WHILE <<<333

For the first couple weeks of quarantine, your boyfriend and his brother considered themselves "essential workers". They continued going on hunts like the idiots they are, until Sam got sick and Dean nearly had a heart attack. The three of you, along with Cas and Jack, stayed locked away in the bunker, only letting Cas go out to get food once a week. 

So here you are, having lunch with your found family, laughing and joking. Jack compliments your cooking skills, earning a sound off of agreements from the other boys. 

"They're just sandwiches…" You say with knit brows, briefly looking back to see how long it had been since any of you had eaten anything other than diner food. 

"Best damn sandwich I've ever had." Dean mumbles through a full mouth. You chuckle at his childish behavior and check to see if Sam's laughing. He's smiling, but not quite laughing, and looking at you. He leans back in his chair, smile still planted firmly on his lips, and runs a hand through his hair. It’d gotten much longer since the start of quarantine. The simple act had you mesmerized. Watching his long fingers run through waves of bark-brown hair. 

The boys continued making conversation, but their words faded away into nothing as Sam started putting up his hair. Large hands working expertly to gather every stray lock, holding them all together, then flipping it back and forth to tie it up. You could almost feel his soft hair between your fingers as you watched him. You’re able to ground yourself in reality just in time for Sam to catch your eyes with a smirk. He makes the eye contact brief, turning his attention back to his brother's story quickly, but you can still feel your heart racing.

While that...incident may have been the first, it was far from the last. Over the next few weeks, Sam continued to tease you relentlessly. He constantly ran his hands through his hair and flipped it around and the ponytails-.

On your weekly movie night, you all decided to watch one of your favorites. Dean insisted on turning his “fortress of Dean-a-tude” into a movie room. He made some excuse about how it wasn’t fair for him to keep the whole room to himself, but you all knew he just got lonely being in there by himself. 

As everyone gathered their snacks to watch the movie, you helped Sam make the popcorn for everyone. When the last bag was in the microwave, Sam told you to go find a seat, saying he’d be in soon. You entered the fortress seeing Dean in the recliner and Cas and Jack on the couch. There was enough room on the couch for three people to sit comfortably, so you took your seat next to them. 

Dean hit play as soon as Sam entered, not wanting to waste any time. This was also one of his favorite movies, whether he liked admitting it or not. Sam took a second to look around, then decided to sit on the floor in front of you with the popcorn in his lap.