#ow reader insert

a/n: is this lame? most likely. did i try my best while writing this and other drafts? yes. did it come out really short despite how some of the other drafts were much longer? yes, yes it did sorry. 

It’s endearing to Ashe, how you can name every single staff member at your favorite family restaurant. Seeing your face light up with telling her stories of the many little events that have happened with the staff members and yourself. Hearing your laughter, jokes and seeing how happy you were in such a familiar environment, you glowed brightly for Ashe. 

Happy, content and fingers entwined with her own. That’s all she ever wants when you are with her. 

So when she leaned forward to kiss you, earning a startled little gasp in response before you melted into the kiss, smiling while you returned it made Ashe chuckle when you chased after her lips, that sly little smile on your lips speaking volumes, before she leaned back in tipping your head and settling to a little make-out session in the booth, far away from other’s and the world around the two of you faded away. 

Super awkward

You go in, read to kiss him, and then you pull away, covering your face with your hands

He’s a little confused when you pull back. Did you not want to kiss him?

“Hang on,” you say, laughing nervously. “Don’t get me wrong, I just-” more laughter. “I just haven’t ever kissed anyone before, and, I just- ugh, I just want it to be, uhm, a good kiss, you know?”

“Oh, Darl’”

He gently pulls your hands off your face, and you rest your hands on his shoulder and waist

There’s a moment, where you’re staring up at him, and he’s looking down at you, before you just kind of go for it

You stand on you tip-toes and press a kiss to his lips

He breaks of first, muttering something under his breath, shocked but not displeased

a/n: here you go anon! this was a really cute request to write! i ended up writing this for blackwatch era ge nji so sorry if you wanted good ol current cyborg genji. 

i couldn’t resist the bw genji writing urge. 

It broke Genj’s heart to see his child react to him in fear, but it was the reaction he should have seen coming. Red and black plating, red glowing eyes and tubes sticking out every which way of his body looks like he just walked out of a horror movie, but still. 

Seeing his child start crying and hiding against your form, it broke something in him. So he avoided letting his child see him, not wanting to cause them to react like that again. He’s doing this to avoid stressing out his child, but really he’s just doing it for himself. To not see that look of fear caused by his appearance. 

It wasn’t until after one mission, that he was damaged badly in did he wake up with a weight leaned against him. His vision is blurry, his first reaction is to remove the weight or remove himself from the bed, but when he sees that it’s his child, hands balled up into little fist, tears staining their face, Genji pauses and really looks at them for the first time. 

Taking this moment to memorize such a relaxed expression Genji carded his hand through their hair, mindful of his joints as to not yank on his child's hair their eyes opened. Looking directly at him, before the tears started and his child just clung to him. Talking in a mess of Japanese and English, apologizing for being afraid of him, asking him if he was okay, and called him Dad. 

He didn’t know that a three letter word would make his heart slam into his chest as hard as it did. So he just held them, muttering softly to them to calm his child down, and the two of them dozed off together. Both with a smile on their faces.

a/n: here you go, sweetie! sorry for the wait on getting this out! 

If Genji would allow you to see his face, you would be able to see a faint rosy tint forming, but the sheer embarrassment from you possibly seeing it would make him abandon the comfortable position he has with you. 

 The two of you lay quietly on your bed, Genji on his side, pressed flush against your form while your back was pressed against the wall. Your arms wrapped nice and snug around his ribs, legs tangled together. Genji couldn’t deny that he is feeling warm, loved, drowsy and content. Relaxed with your current positions, his guard lowered, being so close to you, close enough to feel your heartbeat and the warmth of your body around him makes him feel protected. 

You’re hand massaging his scalp and messing with his hair made him feel even more relaxed, even more drowsy. Genji is utterly content and happy in your arms. He trusts you. Trust you to not harm him in his relaxed state, to close his eyes and just know that he is safe. Trust you to keep him warm, to have that warmth surrounding him puts him at ease. Trust you to come back safe to him, and him back safe to you so the two of you could relax with one another. 

a/n: here you go anon! the headcanons are short, but i felt like something short would work best for this request! 

D.va: 

Hana is still smiles and as affectionate with you as she is with everyone else in Overwatch, but it always hurts to act like this with you. 

To be able to have you so close, fingers always able to touch you, but you slide right through her fingers, she is nothing more than a friend to you, and it hurts. It hurts, but God the thought of removing herself from your presence for her own sake hurts even more. 

Genji: 

Laugh’s, jokes and tries to remember how he handled feelings that would never be returned when he was still young and foolish, but Genji finds no answers. 

He walks knowing that your eyes will never look at him like you do for your significant other. That warm loving gaze and soft, inviting voice will never be directed at him. All he can do is support you as a friend, happy to remain by your side, and praying that his feelings are never brought to light. 

McCree: 

Jesse has to repeat the mantra of ‘just friends’ every time his heart does that little jump squashing his feelings is easier said than done, the heart and mind are stubborn when it comes to love, but he has to let these feelings go. 

a/n: if ‘i’m sick and i need healing’ isn’t a mood then i’m not sure what is. here you go anon, i do hope that your feeling better. 

Genji’s hands feel nice against your face, so you lean into his touch, a smile on your lips while he laughs. Helping you in a comfortable sitting position while he gives you spoon after spoon of easy to handle soup to eat alongside your medicine. 

It’s difficult to talk him out of cuddling with you while your sick, something or rather about how he wouldn’t let himself get sick while you are in need. Something cheesy that has you smacking his arm while he puts a plush blanket on his body before pulling you towards him. Using his human hand to mess with your hair while rubbing your skin with his other. 

a/n: here you go sweetie and no worries mod knight and i plan on sticking around until tumblr decides to nuke all content. and good luck on your finals sweetie! you’re going to kick so much ass!!! 

beginning - previous 

McCree really was gone and he did not come back. A few days turned to weeks, weeks into months and months into years. You didn’t see hide nor hair of Jesse McCree walking around Route 66 or stepping foot into the Paranormal Diner after that day. You’d be lying if you didn’t look up from your duties whenever that little entryway bell chimed, your heart would slam against your chest, only to fall down into your stomach from disappointment. 

It was just another out of towner. People ghosting through running from their problems and the locals soon stopped not too long after. Deadlock’s remnants slowly started to call the entirety of Route 66 their own. 

You had to grit your teeth, no longer able to shoot Deadlock members on sight due to the rise in power, so you did your job. Waiting, cleaning and closing up. Your trigger finger would often get itchy, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end whenever you are threatened at gunpoint from some foolish young buck of a Deadlock member before you disarm them and leave them with nothing but an empty gun before continuing on with whatever you were doing prior to the threat. 

It was a game, to see what and who could get a rise out of you. Not a single member of Deadlock could get a rise out of you, Ashe called that off after you had put one of her men on bed rest from a beating. The rise came out of an out of town gang member, hooting and hollering about how they were going to use you as bait to get McCree’s attention wherever the hell he was, and all you could do was laugh. 

Laugh at everything, laugh at the gang member, the blood freely flowing from your nose and forehead. Laugh at their threats, the hand holding your jaw in place while spit hit your face. Laughing at your feelings that had somehow developed for McCree and laughing as you stood as the only breathing person in the room. 

You left Route 66 with Ashe’s help, rolling your eyes when she threatened to shoot McCree if he ever steps foot back into Deadlock territory. It’s funny how seeing the Paranormal Diner makes you feel sad, like your leaving a lover behind, but it’s okay. It’s okay because when you see Jesse again, you’ll be sure to give his jaw a good punch. 

You slam on the breaks when you realize that you just smiled like an idiot at seeing Jesse again and the fact that you’re no longer calling him just Cowboy or McCree, but Jesse. 

It’s funny how years down the road, with a name for yourself you walk into the Paranormal Diner again, everything still looks the same. The coffee still tastes like dirt, the decor still leaves much to be desired. 

“Well, ain’t seen you around these parts. Mind if I ask you to join me for some pie Pumpkin?” 

You’re heart stopped, the world around you seemed to fall away for just a moment. Jesse McCree, gunslinger, an outlaw. The man who somehow stole your heart without you realizing it is sitting at his booth with a piece of apple pie. 

The first thing you did was punch him in his jaw before pulling him into a kiss that left such a silly expression on his face that had you kissing him again until an explosion interrupted you and Jesse saying ‘duty calls’ before stealing one more kiss before you followed him out of the diner. 

a/n: here you go sweetie! i really suck at getting anything in drafts out after i’m done doing the final bits to it. i hope that what i came up with is an okay fill!! 

Jack finds himself looking at his family, a soft smile on his face and just feeling happy. Being such an old military dog, Jack never thought that he would have a chance with you, what being younger than him and having more opportunities to be with someone closer to your age, but low and behold, he was the only man in your eyes. 

The relationship was sweet, slow and so tender that Jack would often find himself wishing that he had accepted your offer some nights to stay. Laughing how he had run in the rain to your home just so he could see you and be with you. He acts like such a lovesick fool with you. 

Soft voices, followed by the excited yelling of his daughter pulls Jack out of his thoughts. Leaning down with his arms wide open, Jack scooped up his little girl, loving the musical like laughter that was ringing in his ears while his little girl showed off the little goldfish she won as a prize. 

Your fingers were soon entwined with Jack’s, a smile on your lips and wedding bands touching, Jack couldn’t resist leaning down to give you a kiss. His face became a bright red after pulling away, embarrassed that he had kissed you drawing the attention of other fairgoers around you, only for you to laugh and kiss him back.