angelas feet

“'Cause I know your face // And I know your hands // And I know your breath // And I know your lips // And all I want // All I want is you tonight.”

“lydia” highly suspect
“i want you” marian hill
“angel” theory of a dead man
“bloodstream” transviolet
“iris” the goo goo dolls
all i want” daniella mason
“tonight” seether
“parachute (dan romer spook out)” ingrid michaelson
“ares” winters island
“drumming song” florence + the machine
“love me blind” thick as thieves

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the cookie au- pharmercy edition

suggested by @madcatofmagic!!

  • fareeha sits on the couch next to angela, legs brushing. both of them are reading, angela’s little feet pushed under fareeha for warmth
  • hana walks into the room to collect her doritos, and sees them sitting together on the couch
  • ‘hey, mom,’ she says casually, and both of them look up
  • ‘sweetheart,’ angela greets, smiling. ‘how are you?’
  • hana shrugs. ‘just rekt some noobs.’
  • ‘that’s nice.’
  • ‘yeah. hey, isn’t christmas coming up?’
  • ‘yes. why?’
  • ‘i was just wondering about gifts. lena said a good thing to do was make things as a family. or some bull like that.’
  • hana salutes, disappears. fareeha looks after her, smiling slightly, and angela gets an Idea™
  • the next day is christmas eve, and that night, they’re making dinner as a family.
  • angela’s decided to make cookies but there’s one thing she’s overlooked
  • she can’t bake for shit
  • but fareeha can!
  • you see, when she was growing up
  • ana would come back from work every night fairly late so often fareeha would either go to bed hungry or scrounge up some food
  • and then one day reinhardt found her and gave her some eierkuchen (which is basically a pancake) and gave her the recipe for it with a wink
  • and it becomes sort of a tradition for reinhardt to give her a new recipe when he sees her, written in his beautiful handwriting on the fancy overwatch stationery
  • every time she’s on the overwatch base, he waves her over with a delighted bellow, and offers her a new one, and then the rest of overwatch catches on, and they start giving her recipes, too, with their own personal tweaks
  • she learns how to make food from all around the world, from gabe’s tortillas to jesse’s cornbread to jack’s burgers
  • and by the time she’s fourteen, she’s making full-course meals
  • when she’s in the army, she meets people from all over the place
  • one was her first girlfriend, jamila, who taught her how to make desserts
  • and it’s that knowledge she puts to use now
  • she walks over to angela, who’s struggling
  • ‘habibti,’ she says, a smile twitching at her lips. ‘do you need some help?’
  • ‘no!’ angela huffs, blowing a strand of gold hair out of her eyes and also sending flour flying in a poof. ‘i’m doing fine!’
  • ‘really?’ hana asks, carrying the carrots by them. ‘doesn’t look like it.’
  • ‘hana!’ fareeha scolds goodnaturedly, and then reaches for a knife, carving a pretty little angel shape out of the dough in like .11 seconds. 
  • angela gapes at her.
  • ‘that’s not fair!’
  • ‘what isn’t?’
  • ‘you can’t just-’ *cue very cute smol angry gestures* ‘-and make something like that?’
  • ‘it’s you!’ fareeha says, smiling, and hana whooshes in, plucking the knife from her hands and squishing in next to angela.
  • ‘you forgot something,’ she says, tipping some food colouring onto the knife and carving a little cross into the cookie. ‘you have that weird red plus sign on your left boob.’
  • ‘it’s the swiss-’
  • ‘yeah, yeah, whatever. fareeha, make me a mecha cookie.’
  • mercy tries for ages and fareeha attempts to show her how to do it
  • she gives up after the seventh misshapen splatter and just tosses the dough onto the sheet, declaring that it’ll taste good no matter what
  • they eat dinner that night with the smell of chocolate chips wafting from the inside, and it’s all happy and peaceful
  • until the rest of overwatch bursts in
  • ‘fareeha, angela!’ reinhardt shouts. ‘cooking again, my? well, don’t mind if i do!’
  • ‘actually, i do mind-’
  • ‘goodie! cookies!’
  • ‘damn it.’
  • they make a whole nother batch, one for each member, and by the end of it there’s flour in everyone’s hair and their cheeks hurt from laughing
  • lucio plays soft christmas music as they eat their cookies, and angela looks around the table of happy idiots
  • family, she thinks. 
  • my family.