watch-your-grammer:

demialwrites:

watch-your-grammer:

demialwrites:

imagine-this-overwatch:

You come home like an hour later than you told Hanzo because of traffic.

The grumpy kitty has been patiently waiting for your arrival, wanting to have dinner with you. When you finally get home, he’s starving and cranky.

He is waiting for you just past the door when you step in, leaning on a little table with a nice flower vase sitting on it. You try voicing an apology but Hanzo holds a finger up to keep you silent. Then, with his eyes locked with yours, he slowly pushes the vase off the table and it lands on the ground with a smash.

Broken vase, water, and flowers are everywhere. But it’s okay, now he’s willing to hear your explanation.

Wowwww, excuse you, Hanzo. Dinner is gonna be Reader’s favourite, NOT HIS, now.

he’s an aggressive kitty, you should get him neutered to calm him down

Lol Jk

Ohohohohoho >:]

Neutered Hanzo kitty for ace s/o. All he wants is cuddles and cake. I like this idea, actually.

Awe! I was gonna make it into like a humiliation kink cause I know that’s you’re thing but I love ace Hanzo, you know I love ace hesdcanons in general

I’m feelin the fluff atm. How about threaten to neuter him? Pretend to book the appointment with him sweating in the background. He calls your bluff, but he’s still shook.

watch-your-grammer:

demialwrites:

imagine-this-overwatch:

You come home like an hour later than you told Hanzo because of traffic.

The grumpy kitty has been patiently waiting for your arrival, wanting to have dinner with you. When you finally get home, he’s starving and cranky.

He is waiting for you just past the door when you step in, leaning on a little table with a nice flower vase sitting on it. You try voicing an apology but Hanzo holds a finger up to keep you silent. Then, with his eyes locked with yours, he slowly pushes the vase off the table and it lands on the ground with a smash.

Broken vase, water, and flowers are everywhere. But it’s okay, now he’s willing to hear your explanation.

Wowwww, excuse you, Hanzo. Dinner is gonna be Reader’s favourite, NOT HIS, now.

he’s an aggressive kitty, you should get him neutered to calm him down

Lol Jk

Ohohohohoho >:]

Neutered Hanzo kitty for ace s/o. All he wants is cuddles and cake. I like this idea, actually.

imagine-this-overwatch:

You come home like an hour later than you told Hanzo because of traffic.

The grumpy kitty has been patiently waiting for your arrival, wanting to have dinner with you. When you finally get home, he’s starving and cranky.

He is waiting for you just past the door when you step in, leaning on a little table with a nice flower vase sitting on it. You try voicing an apology but Hanzo holds a finger up to keep you silent. Then, with his eyes locked with yours, he slowly pushes the vase off the table and it lands on the ground with a smash.

Broken vase, water, and flowers are everywhere. But it’s okay, now he’s willing to hear your explanation.

Wowwww, excuse you, Hanzo. Dinner is gonna be Reader’s favourite, NOT HIS, now.

I reblogged some OW pride edits from a blog specifically generating that kind of content. I got messaged by a mod to delete those posts, because I have written/reblogged shimadacest. I did, but fuck did that make me feel like shit. And excluded.

No one trying to come to terms with their identity should be treated like that. I am not down with intolerance, especially when it comes to a subject regarding adults of the age of consent.

It is prejudice. You might miss out on some potential good friends if you’re being narrowminded.

Reaper w/ fem s/o with “Hospital! Now!” prompt? Love me some pregnancy fics

It was time. You approached Reaper, pain coming in waves through your body in short intervals.

“Hospital! Now!”

He froze for a moment, thinking, Oh my god, this is actually happening to me despite me being a monster…

But it was no time to be angsty. Another wave of obvious pain overtook your form, and he scooped you up and glided over to the door with his bottom half dissolved into mist. He moved fastest this way.

Gabriel opened the door with a mist tentacle, then he growled to himself. What he really wanted to do was to hop from rooftop to rooftop and skip traffic. It would be faster. That didn’t seem respectful to your current state. Gabriel grumbled, formed legs, set you down, and took your hand.

“Squeeze as hard as you need, Woman,” he said, leading you to the car.

“I’m fine!” you stubbornly protested. Then you groaned and your grip tightened, nearly grinding his hand to mist.

“Mhmm.”

You chuckled to yourself, the sass you usually tossed at each other cheering you up and keeping you distracted.

You tossed some sass back on the ride over to the hospital, asking, “Are we there yet?” as often as the contractions would allow.

“I’m going to gag you,” he threatened, waving a mist tentacle at you.

You laughed again and smirked.

“I love you, Honey.”

Gabriel grunted, concentrating on parking the car.

Like a normal human being.

He hated this. But it was for you.

He helped you through the hospital entrance and went to find help.

Gabriel cleared his throat, sounding like a ten pack a day for forty years smoker, and said in the calmest voice he could muster (being calm for you), "Excuse me. My partner is in labour. We need a doctor.”

The receptionist eyed him up and down, with his shady-looking getup. His all-black, covering-every-inch-that-he-could hoody and black jeans. But then she glanced at you, obviously near the end of your third trimester and called a doctor like Gabriel asked.