Cayde-6 + Twirling Porn

I love the 2 cayde fics you've done. That exo dosnt get enough love. All I ask is a fic with some angst and a dramatic confession the exo himself. Do as you will with the rest and keep up the amazing writing 😊

I’ve been waiting for this one y’all. Tysm anon!!

Epiphany

Cayde-6 x Reader

TW: Canon typical violence, near death experience.

“Take me with you.”

He’d always said it as a joke. Well, not exactly.

If somebody had taken him up on the offer, he would’ve gone in a heartbeat. But nobody did.

And then, you.

You, whose so dangerously like him.

You with the attitude that Zavala calls recklessness.

Cayde prefers fearlessness.

It’s what he loves about you. Not that he’d ever say that. Not aloud.

The sun is setting rapidly on the Tower as you enter the Hall of Guardians, the last beams of sunlight landing on Cayde.

Cayde, the man the plagues your every thought.

Cayde, the only reason you’re ever excited to come back to the tower.

He looks up as he hears you walk in, the usual slouch he carries disappearing as his eyes fall on you. He straightens his back out, rolling his shoulders out to accentuate his height as much as he can.

Ikora stifles a laugh.

He does it every time you walk in, like clockwork. He looks casual enough, sounds it too. But the second he sees you, a small part of him turns into a nervous wreck.

“Hey, Y/N.”

One of the many things he’s done to make you fall for him. He calls you by your name. Not Guardian, the same title given to every work mule in this tower.

No, to him?

You’re a person.

“Six.” As you greet him your voice is breathier than you meant it to be.

He notices.

He doesn’t say anything, though.

You catch him up on your latest job quickly. It was a boring one, and he’s tired of listening to it about a minute in.

Although, you have a nice voice.

He doesn’t dwell on that too long.

As you finish up and go to leave you wait for a second, already knowing what he’ll say.

He shifts, leaning in closer, his voice just a whisper as he brushes the side of your face.

You’ve been planning for this.

“Hey, take me with you.”

He’ll regret that later.

But right now, as a smirk finds it’s way onto your lips, as your hands slide past eachothers and you slip a note into his hands.

Needless to say, regret is the last thing he’s feeling.

Even more so when he opens up the slip of paper and reads what’s inside.

Meet me at the hangar when you’re done with work.

Cayde looks up, letting his eyes trail you as you walk away.

He’s got quite a bit of work left to do.

Nevertheless, he decides he’s done after five minutes. Wasting the night on paperwork isn’t exactly something Cayde’s willing to do.

Zavala eyes him suspiciously as he walks away hurriedly. He caught the interaction between you. Knowing the both of you, he assumes your plan can’t be anything he’d approve of.

Ikora just smiles.

Cayde’s an adult and so are you. Even if you don’t always act like it.

Besides, the tower can get boring. You two flirting tends to be a source of entertainment for her.

It feels like your stomach flips inside your body as you see Cayde walk into the hangar. You’re not quite sure what you expected.

You’d hoped he would come. Hell, it’d be unlike him not to.

But still, worry crept in. Made you wonder if he never saw you the way you see him.

Although, it’s not like this is a date.

Not officially, at least.

“Hey.” Cayde’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you look up at him as he steps in front of you, close enough that your chests nearly brush.

“What’s the plan, doll?” He’s made a habit of calling you those kinds of names.

He just likes to see you blush when he does.

“Nothing too special, just thought you might wanna get out of here for a while.” You step to the side as you talk, watching Cayde’s eyes light up as he sees the speeders waiting behind you.

You grin, not letting yourself stare at him too long.

“Where we gonna go?” You ask him, trying not to let your eyes betray the nature of your feelings towards him as he turns to you.

“EDZ?” He asks. The conversation is simple.

Comfortable.

Sweet.

The kind of thing that makes you want to spend the rest of your nights doing just this.

You nod, going to walk past him before he catches your hand in his.

You turn around, inhaling sharply as he holds onto you.

“Thank you.” His voice is low and earnest, a tone you don’t think you’ve ever seen him use with anybody else.

It’s just for you.

This side of him that doesn’t feel the need to crack a joke every other second just to fill the silence.

The side of him that knows he can be comfortable with you.

“We both need it.” You answer simply.

He nods slowly, searching for the right words to say in reply.

They’re sitting right in front of him.

Three words. Three, simple, little, words.

“Damn right we do.” There he goes again.

He’s wanted to say them.

Hell, he’s tried to.

But it’s like he chokes on his own feelings whenever he does.

It’s too much, and this feels too good to risk ruining it.

Being a Guardian isn’t a life full of joys. And being a vanguard?

There’s even less.

You’re his best one.

He’s not gonna put that on the line.

The ship ride down is quick, and on the speeders, you’re even faster.

You zip through a maze of pine trees, dodging boulders and fallen logs. The only sound you can hear is the wind flying past your ears, and Cayde’s laughter.

And taunts.

And, of course, flirtation.

“How about if I win, I take you out for dinner?” He offers, shouting so that you can hear him.

In reality, you’d like nothing more.

You pretend otherwise for reasons you’re not even sure you completely understand.

“We’re racing?” You ask, laughter bubbling up in your voice.

He rolls his eyes as if you should’ve known this already.

“Sweetheart, it’s always a race.” His voice reaches your ears, and you can’t help but feel like this is heaven.

The wind in your hair, the freedom you feel, and him.

It’s always been him.

It’s like you’re not even on the ground anymore. So much so that when you enter a dark zone, you don’t even notice.

And when fallen begin trailing you two?

You don’t notice that either.

Eventually you come to a stop, climbing off your speeders breathlessly.

“How was that for getting out of the tower?” You ask, leaning against a tree.

Cayde can’t pay attention to a word you’re saying.

Your wind whipped hair falls to frame your face in waves. The playful little smirk on your lips that he’s grown to love so much.

Everything about you renders him speechless.

“Cayde?” You question his uncharacteristic silence.

“I lo-“ Those fated words almost leave him when the attack begins.

Fallen swarm you suddenly, coming in from every side.

It’s a dogfight, and one neither of you are even close to prepared for.

Everything turns into a painful haze after a bullet is lodged into your ribs, even more so when you realize your ghost can’t help you right now.

So much so that as the gunfire ceases, and as Cayde drags you out of the area, you can hardly tell what’s happening.

Maybe it’s fear.

Although, if you were thinking clearly, you would know it’s probably blood-loss.

Suddenly your ghost is flying around you, healing up the wounds you’ve sustained.

“Y/N? Y/N?!” Cayde’s voice is laced with panic as he tries to get you to respond to him.

You attempt to sit up, only making yourself dizzy in the process and falling back.

Cayde catches you quickly, helping you to sit up.

“I’m fine…I’m fine.” You groan, rubbing your ribs. Your ghost might have healed you, but it’s still sore as all hell.

“You almost died!” He responds, more worried than he would be in any other circumstance. Risk is part of your lives, he knows that.

But when it comes to you? All objectivity is lost.

“Cayde, I almost die everyday. It’s basically my job.” You try to joke, even though you know Cayde’s probably not in the mood for it.

He sighs, looking away, trying to find his reason.

He can’t.

Because the only thing coursing through his mind is that this is his fault.

The only reason you were out here is because he wanted to get out of the tower.

You did this for him, and you almost died.

He almost lost you.

“If I hadn’t-“ You cut him off before he can finish.

“Cayde, this isn’t anybodies fault, so don’t go blaming yourself.” He sighs, running a hand over his face.

You’re right, he knows that.

Still, it scared the shit out of him.

“It doesn’t matter, Y/N!” He doesn’t mean to shout, he just…he doesn’t know how to feel.

“We’re out here because of me. And because we were out here and because we were distracted you got hurt.”

You’re starting to get confused. Why the hell is he taking this so hard?

“It’s really not a big deal, it happens. What’s going on with you?” You ask, standing up as he does too.

“It wouldn’t be a big deal if it weren’t you.” His voice slowly trails off to a whisper as he responds.

Oh.

Oh.

So that’s what this is about.

“Cayde…” You begin, knowing exactly what that meant. He cuts you off before you can finish.

“No- I…let’s just head home, okay?”

You roll your eyes. You’re honestly shocked he hasn’t realized that his feelings are reciprocated before.

“Cayde.” You try again, and get interrupted again.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” He insists, trying to hide his shame.

You’re smart. He knows you know now.

And the thought that you might not feel the same?

It kills him.

And how could you? How could you, beautiful, brave, daring, you, love him?

Him, the exo. The one that nobody takes seriously because he never demands it.

How could you love him?

You can’t, he’s convinced himself of it.

He knows it.

“Cayde, I love you!” You shout a little, trying to get him to shut up for a second.

And then his whole world shifts.

He whips around to look at you, searching for any humor in your face.

And all he finds is exactly what you said.

Love.

You love him.

As you walk towards him, everything feels like it slows. Your hand cups his face, your eyes boring into his.

“I love you.” You repeat, hoping he realizes just how serious you are.

And by God, he does.

He kisses you quickly, sweetly, nervously.

It’s perfect.

He’s perfect.

This, right here, this moment.

It’s so, very, perfect.

He pulls away, looking down at you, your foreheads touching.

“I love you too.”

A/N: Wrote half of this in a Home Depot. Loved it. Hope y’all do too.

could we get a genji x injured!reader? like they are on a mission and the reader gets hurt. angst or fluff, whatever you want to do! Tysm!

I'm Okay

Pairing: Genji x Injured GN Reader Warnings: Mentions of injuries and blood, passing out. I don't know if I could call this angst but ?? It's mostly fluff Word Count: 597

You knew you’d been shot. You felt it hit you, tear through your skin. It sent waves of pain through you and you couldn’t determine where you’d been hit, nor could you tell if you’d been hit more than once. 

You must’ve cried out when you were hit because after you stumbled, arms helped stabilize you. Before you could register what was happening and who was holding you, you were being dragged through debris. You could hear someone speaking to you, though their words were jumbled and you couldn’t make much from them. 

It was at that moment that you realized you were losing a lot of blood. You pressed your fist against your abdomen, trying to apply pressure as best you could. 

Blood seeped around your fist, surely staining your shirt. A rock caught under your foot and you lurched forward. The ground came at you and you were going to let it happen. Maybe the person helping you would leave you to die. 

The ground never came. Arms pulled you back upright and it was at that moment that you felt the cold metal of someone familiar. He whispered something to you, something you couldn’t pick up. Not with the ringing in your ears and the throbbing of your head. 

You tried to speak, managing Genji’s name before the rest of your sentence fell into a slurred and jumbled mess. Genji shushed you, you could make that out, before he started walking with you again, presumably looking for Mercy so she could help you. 

You remember hearing Genji shout before the ground met you and you passed out. 

————

A bright light shone through your eyelids. It startled you awake and you groaned, attempting to roll away from the light to go back to sleep. A cold hand came in contact with your shoulder and you groaned, mumbling under your breath as you turned toward the contact. 

You sat up, wincing at the slight pain that shot through your abdomen. You ran your hand over your stomach and felt bandages wrapping around your midsection. 

The hand on your shoulder moved to your hand, fingers intertwining with yours. You rubbed your eyes with your free hand before opening and taking in the room you were in. 

Surprisingly, you were in your own room. The curtains were pulled open, the sun glaring into your room, providing the light that woke you. 

The hand holding yours tugged gently and you almost laughed at the impatience. You squeezed his hand, turning to look at Genji. You could’ve sworn you saw him relax and heard a relieved sigh come from him. 

He brought your hand up to where his lips would be, pressing the metal against the back of your hand in semblance of a kiss. You returned the gesture, bringing his hand up to your lips to press a soft kiss to the metal. 

“You’re okay?” His voice brought a wave of gratitude over you and you smiled, pressing another kiss to his hand. 

“I’m okay, I promise,” you reassure. 

You felt a vent of warm air blow over you before the cyber ninja stood up, letting go of your hand in the process. Genji pressed his face to the crown of your head before reaching for a tray you hadn’t noticed was there. 

“I’m sure you’re hungry.” You could hear a little hint of joy lacing his voice. Some of your favorite snacks were laid out on the tray and you couldn’t help but grin, nodding to him and scooting over to let him join you on the bed. 

(lol btw this is overwatch ask anon) May I suggest a solid "reacting to their s/o having a nightmare"? The contents of the nightmare aren't super important but I just love the fluff of it. Cassidy, hanzo and maybe genji? Plus anyone else you want to add (I really liked the ashe one you included on the last one btw :] )

👍 (BTW I am adding Ashe again and soldier 76)

(Btww I have so many nightmares it's not even funny😔)

Overwatch s/o has a nightmare😞

Cassidy

Immediately pulls you into him

He doesn't know what happened but he heard you scream and his mind just goes "protect y/n"

After he realizes what happened he'll comfort

If you can't sleep he'll tell you stories from when he was in Blackwatch or stories of Deadlock

He will make sure you comfortable before you go back to sleep

He'll even joke that he'll stay guard so no bad dreams get to you

Hanzo

He also has nightmares a lot

Mainly about Genji

So when he hears that you had one he goes into caring boyfriend mode

He gets you blankets, a movie, and some hot chocolate

You know comfort stuff

He will cuddle you and whispers that its okay and he's here if he feels you shivering

If your crying because of the nightmare he might panic a little bit but he handles it pretty well with more cuddles and forehead kisses

Genji

He's gotten a lot better about handling nightmares from Zenyatta

So he's got you

He'll take you outside to look at the stars and calm down

He'll also do some meditation or breathing exercises to help

If your crying he'll wipe your tears away and tell you stupid stories from when he and Hanzo were kids to make you laugh

Cause if you laugh he'll laugh and then your both giggling like psychos outside

But happy psychos

Soldier 76

Automatically panics

If you scream he'll spring up and grab his emergency gun from under the bed

When you say it was a nightmare he'll apologize

He didn't mean to overreact :(

After he calms down he'll cuddle you and read you a book he has to help

If you cry he panics and rocks you back and forth whispering in a panicked voice "don't cry its okay"

He's trying but it's kind of hard when he's on high alert from your scream

Ashe

She ALSO has an emergency gun under her pillow

When you scream she jumps up and yells "Where!?"

B.O.B also comes rushing in to see if your okay

When she sees you tear up she rushes over immediately

She hates seeing you cry and will do everything to stop it

She'll male you food or read you a book whatever you need to help calm down

If it makes you feel better she'll post B.O.B outside the room for extra measures

Whatever you need she'll get after all she leads Deadlock might as well use that title

Hope this works I'm not sure I got the personality right for hanzo but oh well I tried

Mine - Part 1/2

In which Genji has to prove who you belong to.

tags (this part): protective! genji, possessive! genji, genji x reader, check next part for more tags

a/n: hi loves! i'm posting this in two parts as the POVs are slightly different. I'm also still writing part 2 as I want it to be absolutely perfect for you all, and I'm partially debating if I even want to post part 2 lol anyway!! i hope you all enjoy this!!

Genji is not somebody that loses control of his emotions. He always has them locked down. It’s one of the reasons he is so good at what he does. He’s able to turn himself off in a way that most people can’t. But it is also the reason that he is so damn frustrated. There’s one thing he can’t turn off, one person that demolishes his ability to control his emotions. You. 

The two of you have known each other for quite some time now. It’s hard to avoid somebody when you both live at Overwatch Headquarters. The building may be big, but the two of you always seemed to find each other. You’d had a fair amount of talks together, then one day you shocked him by inviting him to a movie night you were throwing with a couple of the other agents. He can still remember that night.

“Have you seen this one before?” You ask Genji, readjusting in your bean bag. He’s in the one next to you and glances over, his eyes taking in your entire form. The movie night was held in the training room, the floor to ceiling windows casting your frame in moonlight. 

“Nah, I don’t watch too many movies these days,” Genji replies. His eyes flutter to the screen where some horror movie plays. 

“How are you so calm? This is scary!” You say, pulling the blanket in your lap up higher. Genji doesn’t miss the way you lean a little closer to him now than you did while watching the first movie, which was a comedy. Part of Genji wants to say that he’s seen things, experienced things, scarier than anything that could be shown on a screen, but he can’t bring himself to dampen your mood. You are always so bright, and he doesn’t want to taint that. 

“I don’t-” he starts to say, but is cut off by a shrill noise from the screen. The killer jumps through a window and pins another victim, the jumpscare nearly making Genji jump in his seat. It takes a minute for his brain to realize it, but he feels your soft hair on his shoulder, and your ragged breaths against his neck. One of your hands is wrapped around his arm, clutching onto him. His hands twitch with the urge to hold you tighter, to run away any fear.

You start laughing softly, your face still buried in his neck. The soft sound and your touch brings goosebumps to his skin, and he longs to touch you. He gives in to that urge, just slightly, and places his hand atop yours. He squeezes it softly and he swears he hears a hitch in your breath, but you pull away. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, and Genji smiles, even if you can’t see it under the fabric mask he has on. Your cheeks are flushed pink, either from embarrassment or fear, and it makes Genji’s heart flip. 

That was a couple months ago, and Genji’s feelings shifted as time passed. He started longing for time spent with you. It’s the same now, but different. That longing transformed into a hunger, deep and insatiable. One he can feel in his bones, in his very soul, when he sees you. At first, he wrote it off as just being sexual desire, just a need, but he realized quickly that it was much more than that. Carnal urges were nothing compared to the hunger he had, still has, for you. 

Now, he has to watch as another agent flirts with you. Your bright smile and soft laugh shine through the large room, and Genji’s jaw ticks. That is a smile that should be his. Cassidy sits in the chair next to Genji and tries to ask him something, but Genji can’t focus on the conversation. Cassidy turns to follow Genji’s gaze, then sighs and shoots back the last of his whiskey. 

“You knew there was going to be flirting here tonight, Genji,” Cassidy says. It’s true. The sponsor evening was planned a long time ago, and while it is not meant for the agents, they are required to attend and often go home with each other. It’s one of the few times they’re all in the same area and able to openly socialize like this. 

“If he touches them one more time,  I’ll knock his teeth out,” Genji says through gritted teeth when the agent runs his hand down your arm. If he remembers correctly, the agent is named Gale. 

“Yeah, I’m sure that would go over well,” Cassidy grunts as he calls the bartender over for a refill. “Why don’t you just talk to them?” 

“It’s not that simple,” Genji shakes his head. He adjusts the suit he’s wearing until the shurikens tucked under his sleeve rattle. 

“No? And why is that?” Cassidy asks. He takes another sip from his now refilled glass. Genji’s eyes flick to the bar, debating ordering himself a drink. 

“One-sided shit never works,” Genji says and Cassidy barks out a harsh laugh. 

“One-sided? You’re so dense,” Cassidy starts. He turns and glances at you and then back again. “They’ve been stealing glances at you all night, even while talking with Gale.” 

“No-” Genji starts, his eyes darting to you. You are watching him, and a soft smile appears on your face when the two of you lock eyes. His heart dips at that smile, which is somehow completely different than the one you had been giving Gale. The two of you only keep eye contact for a few more seconds, then Gale steps in front of your gaze. 

“I thought somebody as observant as you would have noticed, Genji,” Cassidy says with a laugh. It appears that when it comes to you, Genji is different in every way. He’s utterly see-through and painfully dense, apparently. 

“Fuck you, Cassidy,” Genji says, ignoring the clear stab, and stands from his stool. Cassidy responds with a deep chuckle, then goes back to his whiskey. Genji starts to cross the large space, ignoring the few eyes watching him as he goes.He’s done watching you, not making a move. Done seeing others flirt with you. Done trying to be selfless. You’re his. You have been since that night in bean bags, even if neither of you knew it at the time. 

No more, little angel. You’re mine, and it’s time everybody knows that.

Wait: Genji Shimada x Reader

Fear.

That’s all that rushed through his person as he pushed past doors and people, muttering apologies in his native tongue as he launched himself around corners and down hallways.

Fear.

He could barely breathe. He couldn’t speak clearly, rambling under his tongue in cut off words and phrases. He made no sense.

Fear.

What was left of his human parts were coiled tightly, precise, not missing a single beat against the metal floor of the Overwatch base. Metal feet colliding against the hard metal floors like a rabid symphony, scratches and cracking and squeaking and scuffing. It truly bled the ears.

Fear.

He knew no longer of the monk’s words. The painful trials of learning patience and long grueling time of relearning how to feel again were thrown out the window.

Fear.

The heat coming off of his face blinded him, steaming up the faceplates covering his face. His face was red under the metal coverings. Wet too, from salty tears and dribbles of snot like he were some scared little child again.

Fear.

Fear of losing you.

But his older brother followed. The older Shimada matched his younger’s speed once he took off from his place in one of the training rooms towards the medical bay. Upon turning the corner towards the sterile door, Hanzo had snatched at Genji’s shoulders, yanking him back. Folding the arms at the elbows, Hanzo grabbed Genji’s wrists and pressed him against the wall.

Both panting, Hanzo glared at his younger brother.

Footsteps could be heard follow, the jingle of spurs had followed, along with the calm calls of Genji’s master.

“You need to calm down,” Hanzo scolded. “What good will you running amuck do for them? In the state that they are in? You could distract them! They could slip up! They could die!”

“Let me go, anija!” Genji spat, attempting to yank himself away from the older Shimada. “I need to see them!”

Instead, he only grunted as Hanzo pressed him closer to the wall.

“Not until you calm down.”

Cole and Zenyatta had rounded the corner, the cowboy out of breath and grasping at his knees, panting like a wild dog. Zenyatta tilted his head towards his student before humming softly.

Hanzo and Cole alike were both shocked to see the omnic suddenly stand on two feet. In their time of knowing Zenyatta at the base, the omnic always seemed to defy the laws of gravity and float everywhere in a lotus position.

“Let go of his wrists, Hanzo,” he calmly advised, placing his metal hand on top of Genji’s tense shoulder. The older brother hesitated before sighing, releasing Genji’s wrists. “He is right, Genji. You cannot panic now for their safety and health. Miss Ziegler and the other medics are doing what they can to help them.”

Just as Genji opened his mouth, the door opened. Ana Amari stepped out, adjusting her eyepatch as a tear slipped from under the black cover. She was shocked to see the four outside, but eyed Genji the most. Her eyes softened before she sighed.

“Ana?” Cassidy whispered.

“They’ve lost a lot of blood. Angela is doing what she can to save them,” she mumbled. She stepped away from the door. “You can sit in the viewer if you need to, but… I wouldn’t stay long.”

Upon hearing those words, Genji rushed inside only to stop dead in his tracks at the window. One way, bright, crowded. A small screen sat in the corner, a view from above looking down on…

Genji felt Cole’s hand on his shoulder, but paid no mind to it as he watched your face.

Stitches across your face, bruised, bloody still and bandaged to all hell. You had caught in an explosion in Dorado, Los Muertos’ doing. You were in a small building when it had happened.

If you were right outside…

Genji didn’t even want to think about what would’ve happened.

He could already see some equipment that took him back to when he was initiated into Blackwatch. Cybernetics.

You had lost a body part… Maybe more. He remembered how devastating it was for him to lose both of his legs and a whole forearm.

“Genj…” Cassidy murmured, “they’ll be alright.”

He could only imagine how terrified you were, how much you were screaming and crying from the agony. Reinhardt had told him you were strong though, even as he and Morrison dug through the wreckage to find you. He saw how the old German warrior was saddened that even he couldn’t stop this from happening.

He felt like he would vomit right there.

Cole and Hanzo stepped outside after Zenyatta waved them off. The two were left in near silence. They could only hear your faint heartbeat fluttering every now and then.

“I know that this is a hard time for you, Genji,” Zenyatta hummed. He placed a hand on Genji’s shoulder and watched the screen with his student. Precise fingers worked on your body, tools were passed and needles dug in and out of your skin, sealing it closed as other needles numbed your body. “I know that you are suffering, that time is cruel to you as to us all during this tragedy. But know that even as time may take away what we love the most and how it may bring pain and agony, know that time will also heal all wounds and time will allow you both to grow. But sadly, all we can do now is wait.”

Genji said nothing, only letting his shoulders slouch. He was defeated. There was nothing the ninja could do now but wait just as his master had said.

“How about we meditate on this and we can discuss how we can help them after they wake up? Perhaps brightening up your shared quarters with some flowers?”

Genji looked to his master before smiling. Zenyatta, all the wiser, knew despite the faceplates blocking his view, that his student would do so at the drop of a pin.

And so the two sat in the viewing room, listening to your heartbeat slowly growing stronger.

Relationship Headcannons

| McCree | Hanzo | Genji |

McCree

This man was ecstatic when you said yes. The person of his dreams was actually his lover? He couldn’t get enough of you! He loved hearing your voice; it was music to his ears.

He would always pull you into bear hugs; walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. He would rest his chin on top of your head, his arms dangling off your shoulders as he playfully slumped against you.

He loved everything about you — even the tiniest imperfections that you adorned. You were amazing just the way you are and he would never want that to change.

Jesse loved taking you out places; whether it be a local diner, to the beach or a stroll around the base. Being with you always made him happy. He didn’t care where you went, just as long as you were side by side he would be thrilled.

His nicknames for you came in a plethora; darling, honeybee, sweetheart just to name a few. He loved the blush that would flare up on your cheeks whenever he would whisper the endearment terms into your ears, you looked so adorable and he just couldn’t help but tease you along with it.

Pulling you into a sudden dance when you both were alone was his favorite; playing older songs in the background, his hands around your waist as you both swayed side to side, enjoying the moment.

He couldn’t get enough of you. He loved glancing your way whenever you passed by, down the hall. He loved throwing winks your way and flustering you while out on a mission. He especially loved watching you train in the gym, your skin glistening under the artificial lighting.

Hanzo

When you first asked him to be your lover, he was taken aback. Was he truly worthy of your love and affection? Had he deserved everything you gave him? He had his doubts, but your loving words filled him with joy — making his heart flutter in delight.

He couldn’t name a single thing about you that he disliked — aside from your teasing whenever his face light up in a fiery blush. He would sputter words out, looking away from you to keep his composure, but utterly failing as his hands raised to hide himself from your wandering eyes.

He wasn’t the biggest fan of PDA, but when you came home from a rather long mission, he couldn’t help himself but to run up to you and tightly embrace you. He wished how much he missed you into your ear, planting a kiss to your temple — temporary for when you go behind closed doors.

He enjoyed drinking tea with you; showing you his favorites and trying others as you both chatted about minuscule things. Hearing about your day was something he loved, even though you said it was nothing special. When your face lit up as you told a story, a smile of his own broke out on his lips.

He always thrived to show you how to use a bow and arrow, so when you first asked he was filled with joy; telling you that you had the potential to be an amazing archer. When you grew frustrated with yourself, he would always be there to reassure you. He would tell you stories of his childhood and his training with archery, telling you the hardships he endured to be where he currently is with skill.

He loved holding you close, his arms wrapped around you as you both basked in each other’s company. He enjoyed the silence that accompanied these times, telling you that the more time he spent beside you, the more he fell in love.

He was respectful with your personal space, as you were to his. He would always ask permission before embracing you, as to make sure you were comfortable, but sometimes he couldn’t help himself. He would hug you and give you gentle kisses, some with and without reason; “I happened to feel like it.”

Genji

He was self-conscious over his body and scars; what did you see in him? He was almost entirely metal and his complexion was covered in scars. Why would you want to be with him? He was extremely hesitant at first, wondering if your longing was filled by pity — but after spending time with you and having heart-to-heart conversations with him, he finally understood.

His eyes were always transparent when around you; he never felt the need to act as if nothing was wrong. He trusted you with all his being and his meditation sessions with Zenyatta were a definite help.

Genji always provided wisdom for you whenever you became stressed, quoting the words his teacher used when the tension built up within himself. He did his best to help you, offering to massage your shoulders when the muscles grew tight.

Sparring with you was one of his favorites; he loved being able to see what you were capable of. Whenever you kicked his ass, he always had a smile on his face, telling you how amazing you had become since when you first joined Overwatch.

He would always come up from behind you and pick you up, caring you in his arms whenever he felt the overwhelming need to show you his love; he couldn’t help himself, he just loved the sounds you would make in protest. Of course, it was never while you were in mid conversation, just when you were aimlessly wandering the base, waiting for your mission departure. He needed time alone with you before you left and vise versa.

He invited you to meditate with him, which you would always take the offer. Stress from missions built up, so being able to cleanse yourself and be at peace — even if it was just for a moment — was enough.

He always wanted to protect you, either while out on a mission or just simply laying in bed beside each other. You were his everything and he couldn’t live with himself if something were to happen to you. Genji knew you could take care of yourself, but he just needed the extra precaution.

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Masterlist

Optimus Prime and Bumblebee father/son appreciation post

Just some wholesome gifs of O.P and Bumbles being the best father/son duo ever:

When Movie!SonAmy is in the courting era™️, I imagine it’s Sonic who tells everyone all the details, like she told me this she did that, especially to his bros amd maybe Shadow (if he ever comes along) And as fans of Telenovelas Knuckles and Shadow are soooo invested (though Shadow would kill anyone that said he is too interested) meanwhile Tails nods along, praying that Sonic and amy will get together so that this torture will end.

Knuckles once suggests that Sonic fights Shadow in front of Amy to impress her, which Shadow shots down because he’d win and embrass Sonic. And says that Amy isn’t a prize to be won™️ Which Sonic agrees on.

Tails, as a fan of nature documentaries, searches all about hedgehog rituals but Sonic immediately refuses because he feels closer to a human than a hedgehog lol

Suprisingly Shadow is the only one with sound advice, as someone who actually spent time around a girl Amy’s age before as his sister but it amounts to something. He urges Sonic to spend time with her as much as possible, don’t forget that girls, especially Amy and Maria, like adrenaline and fun as much as he does. The stereotype that girls just sit pretty and gossip is not true.

The four have group chat and everything, Tails Knux and Shadow are all trained wingmen. Meanwhile, once asked Amy is like,yeah we went on a picnic this tuesday it was cool and doesn’t elaborate more than that, while losing her mind internally over everything. And Shadow senses this, so becomes a double agent outside of Amy and Sonic’s knowledge because he doesn’t give a heck about secrecy at this point. If these two idiots were left to their own the only person guranteed to see their wedding (assuming they stay alive until that) is Shadow since he is immortal.

Sweet Pea

A Hazard x Reader fic

A/N: AAAUUUGGH ever since his story came out i cant stop thinking about him this man makes me go insane BUT AUGH third fic for the win or i will go insane in the blink of an eye Istg

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The late-night quiet of the city was a stark contrast to the chaos of earlier battles. The dim light of a single lamp in the corner of the room cast a soft glow over the space, illuminating the figure sprawled out on the couch. Hazard, the ever-charismatic explosives expert, lay with his arm draped lazily over the back of the sofa. His dog, a scruffy mutt named ”Maisie” that he rescued years ago, was curled up at his side, tail wagging faintly as you approached.

“Sweet Pea, you’re finally done tinkering?” he teased, a grin spreading across his face as he looked up at you. “Thought you’d never sit your lovely self down.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help the warmth that spread through you at the nickname. Hazard had a knack for flustering you, and he took full advantage of it every chance he got.

“Well, someone has to make sure your gear doesn’t blow up in your face” you shot back, plopping down beside him. The couch dipped slightly under your weight, and Hazard immediately shifted to make room, his arm coming to rest around your shoulders like it belonged there.

“Oh, Sweet Pea, that’s why I’ve got you” he said with a wink. “My own personal genius.”

You shook your head, laughing softly, but before you could respond, his dog let out a soft whine and nudged your hand with its nose.

“See? Even she thinks you’ve been workin’ too hard” Hazard quipped, giving the dog an affectionate scratch behind the ears. “C’mon, give her some love before she starts poutin’.”

You obliged, reaching out to rub the dog’s belly. The mutt’s tail thumped happily against the cushions, and Hazard chuckled, his laugh low and warm.

“There’s my Sweet Pea” he murmured, his voice softening as he leaned back against the couch. “Always takin’ care of everyone else. When’re you gonna let someone take care of you, huh?”

The question caught you off guard, and you turned to look at him. His usual smirk was still there, but there was something else in his eyes—something softer, more sincere. You opened your mouth to respond, but he beat you to it, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face.

“You’re somethin’ else, Sweet Pea” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t think I don’t see how much you do for me. For us.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you felt a blush creeping up your neck. “Hazard, I—”

“Shh” he interrupted, his grin returning but softer this time. “I ain’t lookin’ for thanks. Just wanna make sure you know.”

Before you could respond, the dog shifted, snuggling closer to both of you. Hazard laughed again, the sound like a balm to your tired soul. “Guess she wants us both to stay put” he said, pulling you a little closer. “Not that I’m complainin’.”

You let out a content sigh, resting your head against his shoulder. The warmth of his body, the soft rhythm of the dog’s breathing, and the steady beat of Hazard’s heart under your cheek all combined to create a perfect moment of peace.

“You’re not so bad at taking care of people yourself” you admitted quietly, a smile tugging at your lips.

Hazard’s hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a gesture so natural it took your breath away. “Only for you, Sweet Pea” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Only for you…” he murmured, his voice warm and steady.

You tilted your head to meet his gaze, the playful spark in his eyes softened by something deeper. Without a word, he closed the distance, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was unhurried and full of unspoken promises. When he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours, his grin returning with a mischievous edge.

“Now that’s what I call takin’ care of someone” he teased, his voice a low rumble.

You laughed softly, your heart lighter than it had been in days. “Guess I can’t argue with that.”

“Good” he said, pulling you closer until you were practically curled up in his lap. “Because you’re stuck with me, Sweet Pea. And I’m not lettin’ you go.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, a cocoon of warmth and comfort in the quiet room. His hand traced gentle circles on your back, a soothing rhythm that made your eyelids grow heavy. The dog let out a soft, contented sigh, her tail thumping lazily against the cushions as if to echo the peace in the room.

Hazard tilted his head to press another kiss to your temple, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Y’know, I never thought I’d get this lucky. You, me, and her—feels like somethin’ outta one of those dreams I never wanna wake up from.”

You smiled against his chest, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Then don’t wake up” you whispered. “Stay right here.”

“Forever, Sweet Pea” he promised, his arms tightening around you as if to prove his point.

The world outside could wait. For now, there was only the warmth of Hazard’s embrace, the steady thrum of his heart, and the quiet certainty that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

You son of a bitch Bungie. They were hinting at it in the damn stickers even!