destiny-islanders:

I LOVE PORTAL

As for how the boys would fare…

• Noctis 
• Would be a natural, quickly getting the hang of upgrades to the portal gun and flying around the lab with ease. It’s 100% intuitive and it’s impressive af. 
• He destroys equipment and cameras to spite the AI supervisor
• Prompto 
• Would be That Person who shoots a portal at the ceiling and under his feet so he just keeps falling in an infinite loop until he picks up enough speed to travel faster than light itself. 
• He’s no dummy, but he sometimes miscalculates trajectory and slams his face into a wall rather than bridging a wide gap between platforms. The AI will mock him for it or make fun of his appearance and it really hurts his feelings ;___;
• Would be fiercely protective of it if it ended up trapped in a potato though??? Like idk something about small sentient things just flicks on a protective instinct
• Gladio 
• Would use portals to flick people off around corners… Like there’s a sentry patrolling the lab and… there’s a beefy arm sticking out making obscene gestures at it
• Will do the exact opposite of what the AI tells him to do… Like legit this man will sit outside of the elevator all day if it tells him to get inside it
• Once tried to bypass a puzzle by prying open the exit door with his bare hands
• IT WORKS
• The doors end up becoming electrified because of this… And there’s a delay between the door opening and the electric field switching off, so the other boys have been reduced to twitching, crackling heaps on the floor more than once
• Way to go, Gladio, you’ve ruined it for everyone
• Ignis 
• Would hate using the goo!!! But yeah he’s also a portal-making pro. He steps into each new room and stands there, so still and quiet, as his calm green eyes scan the room and plan out what he needs to do to cross it.
• Will spout off paradoxes in an attempt to scramble the AI’s brains

destiny-islanders:

I’m exaggerating hahahaha. I don’t actually have 93 AUs

Let’s see… Here’s a list of AUs I’ve played around with at least once. (I didn’t create all of them– just posted doodles or headcanons related to them!)

• FFXV x KH AU
• Jurassic World AU
• Spider-Man!Prompto AU
• Portal AU
• Little Shop of Horrors AU
• Hocus Pocus AU
• Witch AU
• Starbucks AU
• Paranormal Investigator AU (I created a much more in-depth one for my Voltron blog if you’re curious!)

I think that’s all of them! And it’s pretty safe to expect more hahaha

overwatch-imagines-hub:

Writing soft things is my passion.

Reaper

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Soldier 76

• The two of you probably walk in the door and just lean against the nearest wall for a few minutes because thank god you’re both home and alive
• Jack probably pushes off first, kissing your head a tired kiss and telling you “good job” beforehand
• Then he tells you to take a shower while he takes care of both your equipment and his
• After you’ve showered, bandaged yourself up, and gotten dressed in cozy pajamas, you find him in the kitchen working on searching the fridge for leftovers
• After a scolding of his uncleanliness and crude bandaging by yourself, he takes his own turn to shower while you fix something quick for the two of you to eat, plus some hot drinks
• When he comes back, you help him bandage up properly and he adjusts your own
• Then you both flop onto the couch, turn on some random late night TV, and enjoy your meal in comfortable silence
• When you’re done, he takes care of the dishes while you end up dozing on the couch
• Then he carries you to bed and you both snuggle down for a well earned rest 

Hanzo

• He worries about himself before you
• You each take care of your equipment, then he goes to run a bath for you
• Despite his tired protesting, you manage to convince him to just bathe with you
• The two of you takes turns washing each other and helping knead out knots and sore muscles
• Then you just take a few minutes to soak in the hot water and steam, enjoying the first comfortable silence in a good few days
• Eventually Hanzo encourages the bath to end, though
• He gets out first and wraps himself in a towel before helping you out
• He gently helps you dry off, careful of your injuries, then has you sit on the bathroom counter or edge of the tub while he more thoroughly checks your wounds and works on bandaging you up
• With a soft kiss to the soft of your head, he tells you to go get dressed
• He joins you in bed a few minutes later after he’s bandaged himself up and chose some random comfortable clothes to throw on
• He wraps his arms around you while you snuggle up to him, then rubs your arms and back as the two of you begin to drift off to sleep

alexiela73:

I’m sorry, honey. I can relate- when I get hiccups, they’re TERRIBLE. No one can hear them but you can see my body jump with each hiccup and it kind of hurts but everyone thinks its funny and like a joke, but its not.

This turned into them reacting and curing the hiccups in their own special ways.

McCree:

• When you get your first hiccup fit, Jesse is admittedly amused
• He sees you groan and look distressed
• But at first he thinks your being a touch melodramatic
• How bad can hiccups be?
• Except your hiccups are coming swift and unrelenting
• Jesse notices the look on your face of pure misery as you struggle to down a cup of water
• One hiccup is so vicious your body does a little jump and the water splashes out of the cup and into your lap
• When he sees the tears in your eyes, Jesse’s smile is really wiped away
• Whether or not he found the hiccups cute, they were upsetting you
• And in the end, Jesse cared more that you were happy
• Gently Jesse took you into his arms, trying to soothe you
• When the hiccups didn’t fade after five minutes, Jesse frowned
• “I’m gonna go ask Ana for a cure,” he says, before turning…
• And running right smack into the door frame, bouncing back a little and letting out a growl
• Despite your misery, you’d seen him crash into the door…and it was funny
• Like even his poor face had hit it
• And that caused you to giggle. When he gave you a scathing look, the little control you had left and it turned into a full laugh
• Jesse was surprised, crossing his arms and waiting patiently, at least glad he’d amused you, even at his own expense 
• When you were almost calm, it took both of you a moment to realize the hiccups were gone.
• “….I’m not running into a doorframe every time you get the hiccups,” Jesse said, trying to sound threatening but you were just so utterly grateful the hiccups were gone
• But you knew that in an instant, just to save you from tears, he’d run into that damn door frame a thousand times

Hanzo:

• The hiccups came rather unexpectedly, but they always did
• Unlike Jesse, Hanzo automatically took whatever upset you seriously
• Even though you tried not to make a big deal of it the first time, you had looked at him expectantly
• When Hanzo had just rubbed your back, you had thanked him for not making fun of you or your hiccups
• Frowning, Hanzo had almost been offended, until he realized you’d been made fun of before for such a small thing
• The thought angered him, but as usual he kept his emotions under a tight leash
• Instead Hanzo brushed the hair from your face, watching as you stared down in humiliation, the hiccups making your body jump slightly
• The noodles were on either side of you, one of them sniffing your leg worriedly, the other sitting on its hind legs and making a soft chirping noise, staring up at you with wide eyes of concern
• The noodles were not used to hiccups
• Seeing you distressed like this wouldn’t do. But he couldn’t think of anything to distract you, something to make you smile…until….
• “Come,” Hanzo instructed, taking your hand and leading you outside. 
• The dragons followed, staring up at you both…and they both let out a roar that shook the earth as Hanzo glanced back at them, his eyes glowing an unearthly gold
• Gasping, you turned as the dragons bound ahead into the openness of the yard…and grew. Changing. They each became easily the size of a three story building, and the almost sweetness in their face turned elegant and fierce
• You stared in awe, never having seen them in their full forms, even as one slowly lowered its head to you. Its head alone was the size of your small car. 
• “H-Hi baby,” you murmured, touching its muzzle. What had felt almost like velvet fur beneath your fingers when they were small were now smooth, warm scales
• Hanzo watched you, smiling slowly. He’d been counting, and you had yet to notice that it seemed the hiccups had disappeared- as well as your sadness, as you took in the dragons
• When you did realize, you were trying to stroke both of their muzzles as they begged for attention, a loud growling purr nearly knocking you off your feet
• “You…you stopped my hiccups,” you said, staring at your boyfriend
• “I did nothing of the sort,” he said, but you saw the slow tug of his lips in a smile as he watched you three, arms crossed

Soldier 76:

• You kept it from him the first few hiccup attacks you got
• It was incredibly embarrassing to you, even if you knew he’d be fine with it
• Too many times have people mocked you as you struggled to get such a normal thing under control
• And most of the time, the hiccups didn’t go away for minutes
• Unfortunately for you, Soldier is not a fool 
• Someone mentioned seeing you with one of these hiccup attacks, getting teased by some of the other trainees
• The hiccups didn’t bother him but the fact that someone was making fun of you certainly brought rage into his face
• Calmly though, Soldier left it alone and didn’t ask you about it that evening
• From what he’d heard, apparently your hiccups were frequent and so the next day, he decided to check in….a lot.
• You never knew whenever he stopped by, but sure enough, he caught you staring at the ground miserably in the early afternoon
• Others were smirking or glancing at you, and he could see from where he was the little jump that displayed your hiccups
• Jack’s lips tightened as he took in the sight of your tear-filled eyes, which looked so tired…tired of hiccups and tired of being teased for something you had no control over
• Slowly Jack walked over, taking his steps calmly and carefully as not to draw attention
  From where Ana stood on the other side, she didn’t bother to signal his appearance, knowing the children were in trouble
• After a moment, a pair of firm hands rested on your shoulders
• Looking up, you saw his face as he looked not at you….but slowly surveyed the rest of the trainees, eyes narrowed
• “Jack…” you whispered, wishing he didn’t have to see, but you felt bad more for the people around you. You knew that now that Jack was aware of the situation, he had only to say the word and they would be forced to leave
• “Did any of you wish to try me in a spar?” Jack said softly, with a lethal icy calm beneath the exterior that made you fear for others. “You see, I’ll gladly break a few fingers, if your time is only worth picking on y/n here.”
• The others didn’t speak, some of them stepping back.
• Ana seemed to be waiting, arms crossed, and you knew she would stop Jack from doing something like this- but he had to scare them, you realized
• “No? I suppose you have important things to do, like keep your mouths shut and train, instead of being pigs and tormenting a teammate,” Jack said, voice dripping venom
• The others were pale and nodded, before hurrying off to train, some of them looking a little faint
• “Did you have to scare them like that?” Ana said, not at all angry with him as she smiled
• Jack snorted. “I could have done worse,” he mutters, before leaning down to brush a kiss over your lips, pausing. “Your hiccups…are gone. It seemed I surprised the hiccups right from you,” he said with a slow smile.
• After a moment you just rested your head on his shoulder, realizing he was right. The hiccups were gone

Reinhardt: 

• The two of you were in town together, his large hand on your shoulder
• It was almost Reinhardts birthday and you two were out shopping together, trying to find something for him
• Reinhardt had insisted over and over that you weren’t required to get him anything, that your love alone was the only present he could ask for in this world
• All the same, you gave him a smile and told him that the two of you were going into town and would be looking for something, anything that he might want
• At some point the two of you stopped for lunch, enjoying the silence, even as the two of you watched the birds flitting about in the park across the street
• The two of you headed over after, wanting to see the birds and just enjoy the company you shared with each other
• Until you felt a small jolt as the two of you headed into the park. It was a familiar feeling, and tickled your throat mercilessly
• “No,” you groaned, trying to breath and another hiccup arose. It jolted your body, and made your head ache
• Your hiccups were a bit aggressive and didn’t mind being a problem
• Reinhardt stopped, noticing the hiccups and his eyes softened as he pulled you close to his side
• “It’s okay, love,” Reinhardt says gently, understanding of the hiccups and he can see that they bother you
• Despite the fact that they usually upset you…its hard to be upset when Reinhardt is talking to you in that sweet, deep voice of his, either stroking your hair or cradling you each time
• “S-sorry,” you said, embarrassed but you smiled hesitantly, hating the hiccups but knowing you loved him a lot
• And then…you saw a few guys walking past notice your hiccups and snicker as they went
• Your face fell before you could stop it, and in turn you felt Reinhardt tense and stop
• “Reinhardt,” you said instantly, voice gentle as you asked for his attention
• He stood there, glaring after the teenagers walking off. He didn’t care how young and ignorant they were
• How dare they cause you to make such a face?
• You gently placed a hand on his arm, watching him with love clear in your eyes. “Its okay,” you promised.
• Reinhardt paused, looking down at you
• Then he scoops you up so your sitting on his arm, growling as he walks, and you realize this is his way of being protective
• Of trying to shield you from the sadness you felt when people noticed your hiccups
• Your gentle giant…
• “I love you, my knight,” you said with a soft smile, forgetting how badly the hiccups bothered you. Forgetting you even had them, as they slowly faded away
• With raw emotion in his eyes, Reinhardt looked up at you
• “I love you.”

zenyattayatta:

Soldier 76

• The stakeout mission had been extremely long and taxing. Quite frankly, the two of you had been at it for 14 hours and without sleep. 
• Soldier is the first to fret over you when your cleaning out the kinks of your gun and your head bobs down in a struggle to stay awake. Carefully, he pulls the gun away and instructs you to get some rest as he takes watch. 
• The cot is pathetic in its own right, a small mat flat as dirt with no pillow. You eye it wearily before moving towards solider and laying next to him.
• He’s surprised when you lay your head just above his knee on the muscles of his thighs with no resignation but does nothing to stop you. 
• You warn him not to move too much and compliment how much comfortable he is compared to the cot. He chuckles in return yet remains silent after as you shift around before settling in. 
• The old soldier genuinely doesn’t know what to do with himself now that you are on him.
• His hands are held up awkwardly above you. Suddenly, he’s aware of his heart rate and breathing as you curl your body towards him. However, your out like a light in merely seconds. Hands curling under your chin as you lean in close to him for warmth. 76 simply pats the top of your head before smoothing down your hair affectionately. “Sleep tight, Sweetheart. You deserve it.”  

Genji Shimada

• Meditation was not an easy feat. There was alto of patience required, so  Genji was not surprised that you managed to fall asleep before you could reach that stage of tranquility. 
• He is, however, startled when your face lands at his thigh. Your body having fully tilted enough yet you did not wake. He looks to his master, who has failed to pretend that he hasn’t noticed his student’s dilema.
• Although he is quite flustered, he takes this time to study your face. Looking at the length of your lashes down to the curve of your nose. His eyes pause on the plump of your lips before resigning to himself. 
• He opts for a more appropriate action by running a hand through your hair lightly. The way you snuggle close a clear indication of approval to his ministrations. 
• A please sigh shakes your body as your eyelids flutter awake. The light of the room is kind and dimly lit, a green tint catching your attention. Genji’s gaze is straight forward and hidden behind his cowl. Yet, your blush is all too visible. “Ahh, I’m sorry, Genji.” You whisper to which he shakes his head. “It is alright.” He assures you. “But I think that perhaps a pillow might be more comfortable than I.” You bite you lip holding back a good-natured chuckle. Shortly, you excuse yourself with a thanks before promising to get a better nights rest at his persistence. 
• As you are gone, Zenyatta makes it a point to tease his student how he was almost caught staring at his crush. 

Lucio

• He had offered his lap as a joke. Chiding in that you could sit on it since there was no more space on the couch for movie night. 
• Secretly, he’s flustered. The DJ tied between wanting to memorize the details of your lovely face and watching the movie chosen to play.
• Eventually, he notices the way your head bobs and the jerks of your neck every time your catch yourself doing so. 
• Lucio chuckles the first few times but moves to lean your head against him. Giddiness rising into his system when you don’t protest, simply falling into him with ease.
• He falls asleep as well, his head lightly resting on yours as he snuggles you as close as he can. The movie long forgotten as you two drift into a world of dreams. 
• You woke up with light start. The room was empty and the T.V turned off while a blanket encompassed the two of you. Carefully, you lift your body as before arms pull you back. Lucio groans when you move slightly, his body tilting to lay itself down and across the sofa. “Hey, Lucio.” You sing softly, he hums slightly as you maneuver yourself to lay down. “Come on, Hun. Lets get comfortable.” He follows you the way down before coming to spoon behind you. You decide your in it for the long run when he cuddles into the nape of your neck.

lovenotesuggestions:

When I think of you, there’s an ache in the pit of my stomach, and my heart feels like it’s swelling up and overflowing because you make me feel so much emotion that it won’t fit inside me.

cutespoonie:

the two bad fatigue moods:

• gets super emotional, cries over the smallest things, empathetic™, can’t handle anything, irritable, overstimulated™, anxious
• can’t feel anything, barely able to think, apathic™, can’t relate to anything, emptiness™, can’t cry, slow™, dissociating

glumshoe:

friendships that fluctuate between really stupid weird flippant jokes and earnest vulnerability and deep affection make life so much richer

itshigh-boop:

You sure can! I’m sorry if I went a lil overboard with this – but I really liked the idea and got carried away! Either way, I hope you like it and thank you for requesting HanMei!! I love this pairing so much ❄💙❄

– ( Prompt 

111: “ You have… Superpowers? ” )

Getting to Lijiang from Antarctica had been such a long and arduous trip, the climatologist barely had the energy to run when she found out she was being pursued. Making use of her new invention, she made it as far as she did by mostly creating icy barriers and patches of slippery footing in their wake to deter them from trailing her.

“Ha!” she smiled triumphantly as she turned and aimed, creating an extremely well-timed, thick and curved wall of ice that intercepted what could have very well been an opportunity for them to grab her. Mei-Ling pointed her blaster once more, considering creating another layer to her barrier. Lifting the contraption, she pressed the trigger mechanism, only to feel it shake her in hands with a loud rattle. “Ai ya!” The climatologist shook her creation, hoping that it would still have a bit of life left. However, a glance down at the fuel meter quickly let her know that her last icy wall was the result of her last fuel reserves. The telltale sound of cracking ice alerted her to how much time she had left before her barrier would shatter and allow her pursuers to continue. With a frustrated whine, Mei-Ling placed the blaster back into its makeshift sheath at her hip and turned to begin running again.

“Snowball,” she panted as she ran, each heavy pound of her feet against the ground sending her closer to the eventual crash she’d experience when she no longer had the energy to spare. “Go. Please. You know the message I recorded with you? The coordinates I had you download?” When she received the affirmative digitized chatter from her companion, she nodded. “Good…no matter what…you must get to Winston…pass him the data we’ve collected…we need…to…”

“She’s over here!”

Mei-Ling grit her teeth, urging herself to run faster, if not just to give Snowball a chance to leave the area safely. She turned a sharp corner and into a dark sidestreet, hoping to make as many detours as possible. She rounded corner after corner until eventually finding herself face to face with a tall, cement-brick wall, the crude and chipped graffiti mocking her helpless situation.

The little droid floated out of his spot on her empty fuel tank, hovering before her. What she took as a sad noise and the droop of his ‘eyes’, Mei gently stroked her thumbs over Snowball’s visor. “You’re my only hope now, Snowball.” She ushered the droid to float toward the sky. “Go!” she whispered, nodding to him once and then turned around as the thuds of combat boots swarmed her senses.

“What is that you want from me?” Mei-Ling asked as she turned, managing to muster up the courage to sound and look angry with the unwanted guests.

“You’re either a valuable research asset or a dangerous liability, Zhou. You’ve got two choices: come quietly, or you can die here.”

Mei-Ling blinked away the hot tears that sprang to her cinnamon colored eyes. This was unfair. Even now, she looked down at the empty fuel canister for her blaster, hoping for some kind of miracle. “I don’t know who you are but I have something I must do.” Her fingers clenched around the blaster as she glared at the soldiers from beneath her lashes. “And I won’t stop until it’s done.”

With a simple nod from one of the chasers, all their weapons were now focused on her. “I’m sorry to hear that. But you were in Overwatch –  you knew the risks.”

I did know, Mei-Ling thought. hoping that Snowball was safely on his way to wherever from Winston had made his broadcast. This was the least she could do for the world – to ensure that her friends’ deaths weren’t in vain. She closed her eyes tight and with a shaking sigh, wondered if she’d be reunited with her teammates in just a few moments.

The flurry of bullets that she expected never came. It was both an instant and an eternity passing as a new pair of footsteps reached her ears. There were confused and angry shouts and the once still evening breeze suddenly picked up in intensity, tossing her hair about. Faint sparks of electricity seemed to dance around, peppering at her cheeks and rousing her to open her eyes. Just as she did, a blue glow filled her vision. Then, a powerful and proud shout, in a language not of her homeland resonated off the narrow walls of the alleyway.

“Ryuu ga waga teki wo kurau!”

Mei-Ling felt more than heard the shaking roar that followed the shout. Dragons had always been an important symbol of power and luck with her people. To actually see one (no, two), even the ever positive and creative Mei-Ling Zhou was questioning her remaining sanity. The dragons were transparent but radiated a fierce blue light, their scales shimmering like precious gems and their entire aura sparked. Yet, as their maws gaped open, as if to swallow anything in their path, Mei-Ling felt safe in their wake. Their brilliant light consumed the soldiers, and as they approached, their bodies passed through her body, filling with her a rush of energy from her temples down to her very toes. The raw power she’d seemingly only been touched with was enough to lift the breath from her throat. Mei-Ling sank to her knees, the bout of energy from earlier instantaneously gone. When the winds had died down and the alleyway became dark and dingy again, she dared to open her eyes.

“Mei…?” came the digital voice of Snowball, flaring his voice box with an intonation of concern.

“Snowball?” A relieved laugh escaped Mei-Ling’s lips and she smiled as the droid chirped, nudging her cheek affectionately. “How are you here? I thought you left…”

Footsteps approaching her had Mei-Ling on her guard, quickly lifting her head, only to find that the soldiers were all now strewn about, seemingly unconscious. Stepping over their bodies was a man who, in her very honest opinion, appeared no less intimidating than the unfriendly men who’d chased her down…but there was a calm on his face – sharp features capturing Mei-Ling’s attention and that had her feeling not so on edge as before.

The most eye-catching thing about him being the large bow he held in his hands as he approached. When he was close enough, he leaned down, offering a gloved hand to her. “Are you alright?” he spoke in English, though with a slight accent.

It was much better than her own, anyway. Mei-Ling blinked and eventually took his hand. “Uh…I am fine. Xiè xie…” Bringing her hands up to fix her glasses, she swallowed the small lump in her throat. “Who are you?” she finally asked. “And how did you manage to find me?”

The stranger’s shoulders tensed, eyes glancing to the side. “I am no one important. I was simply passing by the area when your droid found me and alerted me to your situation.”

“My droid?” she repeated, turning to look at Snowball who flashed the words ‘danger’, ‘help’, and ‘follow’ across his visor in red lettering. Mei-Ling felt a small rush of heat rise to her cheeks in a bit of shame. To think she was so ready to just have it all end when Snowball was trying to save her. “I see. You didn’t have to follow him…but I thank you.” She inclined her head and back slightly in her gratitude, designating someone having saved her from certain doom as worth a bow.

“Ah, please,” the man stated. “You do not have to. I was simply…helping someone in need,” he finished awkwardly. “In any case, you are unharmed and that is what matters.”

That seemed to be the end of the conversation. However, there was a pressing issue that forced her to speak. “Ah, I know this may sound strange but please, I must know!”

She took his blank stare as permission to continue. Biting her lip, she hoped that this question would not sound as nearly as foolish and insane as it did in her head. “Do you…you have superpowers?”

Had the curiosity not been burning something fierce, Mei-Ling would have giggled at the sight of his serious expression fall into one of confusion. “Super…powers?” the man questioned.

Mei-Ling fiddled with her glasses once more. “It’s just…I may just be hallucinating, but I could’ve sworn I saw…dragons. Two blue dragons, looking like they came from you after you shouted.” Her brown eyes scanned the area, refusing to look at his face as she continued. “I am a scientist and I just cannot think of any sort of explanation for what I saw.”

A few moments of silence and her savior let out an exhale through his nose, shoulders slumping. “It would be a difficult thing to explain, one that I am not truly comfortable discussing with a stranger,” he admitted. “But I assure you…I do not have…superpowers…”

The word appeared to physically cause him tension as it left his lips and she couldn’t help the tiniest grin that graced her features. Instead of laughing, however, she rubbed at one of her eyes, suddenly extremely tired. “Well, even if you don’t have super powers,” Mei-Ling began, only now realizing how silly her question was. “You still saved my life.” Contemplating her next inquiry, she shrugged her shoulders, smiling. “Would it be too much to ask for your name?”

Surely he could do at least that? The last time she’d held a conversation this long was…technically nine years ago. No matter how strange the circumstances, her desire for a connection, even if temporary, was intense.

He appeared to finally relent. “Hanzo,” was all that he answered with.

“Hanzo…” Mei-Ling repeated, trying her best to say his name as intended without her own accent. “My name is Zhou Mei-Ling.”

Hanzo nodded, glancing over his shoulder and then looking down at her. “Would you like me to escort you back toward the markets, Miss Zhou?”

“I would like nothing better. Come on, Snowball,” she called to her droid companion who floated gently along with the pair as they stepped over the bodies of the mercenaries and walked out of the alleyway.

“Hanzo,” Mei-Ling repeated as they walked, causing him to look at her in question. “I will remember this moment,” she smiled at him.

“Hm.”

itshigh-boop:

Pairing: Mcsombra 
Holiday familial fluff

*Note, Rose, the other character mentioned is my Mcsombra fanchild c:
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“You’re going to get sick eating all those cookies, vaquero.” 

“Hmm?”

Sombra couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her lover, jamming yet another cookie into his mouth. “We could just crumble them up a bit and put the rest away so she won’t know any better,” she explained.

After taking another bite of the confection, McCree swallowed. “Now where’s the fun in that?” he asked her, raising his arm as she crawled over to him from her side of the couch and settled against his body. “Besides, I wouldn’t want these delicious cookies o yers ta go to waste, darlin’.” 

“Just imagine how angry our nena would be,” Sombra grinned. “To know her papi was stealing galletas meant for Santa Claus.” Clicking her tongue in disapproval, she reached her thumb up to his lips to wipe the excess crumbs from his beard.

“Hey, I ain’t steal anythin’. I’m the one wearing bringin’ the gifts.” He adjusted the fluffy Santa hat Sombra placed on his head earlier. “Only difference is I ain’t comin’ down the chimney and ain’t got a big ol’ belly.”

She arched an eyebrow at him, before her gaze trailed down to his abdomen. “Hmm…keep eating those cookies and one of those statements is bound to come true, cariño.” 

If he was supposed to get offended, he didn’t show it. Instead he, wrapped an arm around his woman, pressing her closer as his other hand patted his stomach. “This is all part of yer master plan, ain’t it, darlin’?” he questioned, pressing his fingers against her ribs as she squirmed and smiled in an attempt to deter his ticklish grip. “Get me down right addicted to yer cookies and fatten me up, hm?” 

With a small laugh, Sombra walked her fingers from his navel up to his nose, affectionately booping him. “Bueno, you saw through my plan, vaquero.”

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