Genji x Anxious Reader

A friend requested Reader comforting Genji during a panic attack on @thegenjicorner. Thought I’d write the reverse!

Genji found his lap unexpectedly occupied by you. You, shaking, curled up, and clinging to his body. His arms automatically welcomed you.

“What’s wrong?!” he asked, alarmed.

“I-I’m scared,” you whined. Then you choked on your next breath, snot clogging your airways. You nosed his collarbone piece, not wanting him to see the emotion in your eyes. The visor covering his face wasn’t making it any less awkward for you.

“I’m here,” he said softly.

Perhaps it was his imagination, but you had been cold to him until now. It had stung like rejection even though the two of you had barely spoken. Now here you were, human as he knew he was, and vulnerable, with your tear-soaked cheeks. The coldness was all gone now, as you lay your head between his chest pieces. He wanted to ask about how comfortable that must not be but with the way you still trembled, it didn’t seem the time.

He tightened his hold around your body a mite more, your chest expanding against the loop of his arms as you breathed deep. You were slowly calmed.

Genji rocked you next. He rocked you side-to-side while your heart slowed from a panicked gallop to a trot. He put the side of his helm to the top of your head in lieu of his actual cheek. He wished someone had comforted him like this while he was in Blackwatch. But at least he was here, now. For you.

Genji wished he could be there for you in the future, too. He suspected there was a beautiful and kind soul under your previous coldness. He held you even closer with that thought in mind. Genji’s heart did a happy flip when you hummed with approval, shifting around to get more comfortable.

i-might-write:

All Might alphabet game: J, K, N, R, T, V, Y

J ealousy – Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

It’s not plain jealousy with All Might.

He trusts his s/o and knows they wouldn’t play on his emotions deliberately.

When he notices someone talking to them or acting very friendly, All Might may get uneasy, but won’t step in right away. He’ll keep an eye on what happens next, but won’t intervene unless he’s sure it’s necessary.

Forbidding you to interact with anyone beside him would be abusive and controlling – things All Might doesn’t want in your relationship.

K iss – Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

All Might is a rather good kisser.

He’s shy and wouldn’t experiment on his own, and would definitely blush if you playfully bit his lip.

N icknames – What do they call their s/o?

“My Hero” is one of his personal favorites.

R omance – How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

All Might is the definition of romantic. A dinner by candlelight? No problem. He’d dress in a tux and wear this big grin of his the whole time.

He’s closer to cliche, but could be creative too if he wants to surprise you on some special occasion.

T hrill – Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

All Might enjoys routine, especially if it’s a slow, calm routine.

He’s a hero, so his life lacks both of those things on daily basis. He’s used to getting home late only to get another call or hear about another villain he could stop.

He enjoys lazy mornings when he’s sure nothing will break the bubble and throw him back on the streets to fight crime. There is certain magic in preparing breakfast for someone else, knowing it’s his day off and he can use it however he pleases.

V alue – How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

It’s very important.

All Might has lost so much through his life – friends he hoped to grow old with, his youth spent on running through the streets and fighting criminals all day long, and possible relationships he had to sacrifice in order to fulfill his duty as no. 1 hero.

Growing older allowed him to gain certain perspective on what’s truly valuable in life, and the answer is clear – it’s the things that may be so easily lost forever.

All Might is very happy he has finally met someone willing to have a life with him and share its ups and downs.

Y earning – How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

All Might would call as often as possible.

He’d think about his s/o very often. He’d probably try to take his mind off with work, but he would catch himself thinking about you anyway.

The Ninja Under Your Bed Ch 4

Genji visited you in the medbay. He waited until no one else was around to scale the outside wall and climb into the window, but he came.

You pulled from him just what happened with the candy on the floor. The candy had given you a hundred tiny cuts on your soles. Unable to walk just yet, you were resting. Genji’s attempt at a gift touched your heart, but he really didn’t have to.

“What am I gonna do with you, huh?”

He decided to assume that was a rhetorical question and didn’t answer.

He can’t believe you’re already rooted down in his core, when he pushed away everyone else. He doesn’t just want, he needs your comfort. He might as well be a lost little boy needing a momma or papa. Maybe it isn’t the healthiest desire for a grown man, but no one else has gotten through to him like you have. If it’s one thing he needs, it’s comfort from another human being. And if he has to act like a fool to get it, he just might. He also doesn’t realize he’d been looking at you like a puppy needing adoption this whole time.

“Genji, are you okay?”

“Hm?”

“You look scared. Like I’m going to hit you. Did I say something wrong?”

“No,” he says. “No, I just…”

You wait, but he doesn’t seem to have any intention to finish his sentence. He maybe he can’t.

“Do you…want to sleep under my bed again tonight?” you offer.

He blinks, his brain suddenly working.

“No.”

“What about in my bed?”

He nods.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” you demand. You’re still a bit peeved that he put you here in the medbay, but not enough to pass up on some ninja cuddles. “Get in right now,” you say, lifting the blanket. “Cuddle me good. You owe me for slicing my feet open on fucking candy, you goof.”

“That is fine with me.”

You were giddy that no one else heard such things from Genji but you. You wiggled over to give space and smoothed the smile from your face before he settled in. He took up the position of little spoon, pulling his wires forward to keep them from hitting your face. Your forearm rested in the dip of his waist.

hi, sooo… Any fluff with our beloved quiet Blackwatch Genji? He just had a bad day and really need time with his female s/o, cuddling and else? What would his s/o do to make him feel better??XD thank you before, bless you guys ❤❤

tacticalvisor76:

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.

And most of all, he trusts you with his heart, with his feelings knowing that you would keep both just as safe as you do with him on the field. In this quite, warm and peaceful moment, Genji goes to sleep. Wrapped in your warmth and the familiar sound of your heartbeat.

Hii, I’m not sure if you’ve done something like this before but could I request Egnji with a s/o who often has a lot of physical contact (not necessarily PDA tho ;))? I need like 25 hours of cuddling a day idk how anyone puts up with me

thegenjicorner:

Np, Anon! I’m only sorry I couldn’t write more! ~Demial

I’ve always personally thought Genji needs some regular time to himself, even a little

He feels so loved when he wants your affection, though

So he tries to compromise with you

You can carry one of his things with you, a trinket of his or wear a piece of clothing to remind you he loves you and is thinking of you

He will leave you messages for when he gets up before you to meditate

Perhaps you could compromise with him and learn to meditate

You could sit back-to-back in comfortable silence

Otherwise, you’re his needy baby

Even if he can’t fulfill your needs to a T, he loves that you need him

He’ll put a blanket in his lap to make it more comfortable and have you sit while he plays video games, his arms around your waist to reach the controller

You can watch or join him with your own controller

Expect him to cheat when you’re competing by surprising you with bites and kisses to your neck

If none of this is enough, Genji might suggest his cowboy best friend is in need of a platonic cuddle buddy

Genji was rarely seen around the base without you trotting behind or sitting next to him. It’s not that anyone minded; they were not offended by your presence at all. Most of the time, you leaned against his shoulder, shut your eyes, and remained there, essentially a life-size doll. Easily ignorable.

Genji’s faceplate usually lay nearby, as well. So he could peck a kiss to your hair, to your temple, or your cheek. He loved to lose himself in a book, and absent-mindedly rubbed up and down your arm, while loosely holding you.

During breaks, he put the book aside and nudged you ever-so-gently into sitting up straight. Then put more insistent, but no less loving, kisses all over your face, to your contented smile.

“Get a room!” Is usually what’s yelled at you guys when he does that. It’s a joke, though. No one really cares. Everyone’s just happy Genji is happy, after the kind of person he was in Blackwatch.

Hi! My brain has been doing a big sad lately, so if requests are open could I have some Genji fluff/comfort/whatever you wanna write? (I’mma be a lil shy about asking but maybe the first time sees s/o cry?) Please & thank you! (Hope you guys are doing alright btw! :))

tacticalvisor76:

a/n: here you go anon! i feel like i didn’t hit everything you asked for in your request, but i was pretty happy with what i typed out so i hope that you enjoy it!

Genji’s heart absolutely breaks when he hears that first tearful wail claw it’s way past your lips, the broken sobs and pauses in your breathing from crying have him wrapping you up in his arms in no time. The soft, soothing shushing, and hand running through your hair and the slight back and forth rocking that follows after he pulls you into his lap.

Letting you hide your face against his form, it’s now that Genji wishes his body was a little bit kinder to lean against, but he just holds you close. Helping you to calm down, and wiping away the tears that slipped from your eyes while you calmed down.

Removing his mask from his face, Genji placed his forehead against yours while you regained control of your breathing, and using your sleeve to wipe your nose and tears.

“I’m sorry.” your voice is broken, quite and shaky from crying. If it is possible for someone to hold you closer, then Genji does and presses kisses all over your face.

“You never have to apologize for crying. Never.” Genji’s voice is firm, and he holds you close for as long as he feels is okay to keep you tucked against his body before he deems it time to cuddle in the bed. Something that gets a laugh and a small smile out of you, that just lights up Genji’s world and he cannot resist the urge to give you another small kiss.

Can you do a “Please talk to me” with Genji?

overwatchfanfic:

He hasn’t spoken to you in days. Not since he came back from the mission. His eyes are distant, focused on a point in space that only he can see. His motions are calculated and almost robotic, as if Genji Shimada has switched off and his augmented body’s autopilot has been enabled.

He’s like a different person. Not the quick-witted and wry man you had come to care for.

It’s too much for you to handle. You finally confront him. Only it’s as if he’s not there. He stands before you as if he doesn’t even hear you, doesn’t acknowledge your presence. You call for him but the answer is only silence.

“Genji…”

You’ve never done it yourself but you’ve seen him take off the metal mask that covers his face. Leaning up, you slowly graze your fingers across the cold steel, the edges of your fingertips feeling for the subtle indents until you find the right grooves. You press on either side and the mask comes off with a slow puff of air.

He blinks, like a man trying to wake from a deep sleep but there is still cloudiness to his expression. The scars that line his face seem particularly deep today and his eyes are sunken and dark, as if he has not gotten much sleep.

“Genji…” you repeat, expression and tone soft. “What happened?”

He shakes his head, giving no motion to answer except to close his eyes.

You gingerly put his mask down on the table beside you and slowly reach a hand out, cupping his cold, scarred face. Your touch runs up to his cheek, pulling his gaze to meet yours.

“Please. Talk to me.”

His eyes meet yours and there is nothing but distant sorrow and pain.

“It… it was like a nightmare.”

He surprised you by leaning in, pressing his forehead against yours, once again closing his eyes. You feel a bit of the tenseness in his posture releasing.

“Tell me.”

The Ninja Under Your Bed Ch 2

You had been staring at the space where Genji was sleeping for ten minutes. Just what made him think it was okay to go from under the bed to into the bed, you didn’t know.

There was just enough light coming in through the window to discern that the vague lines and curves was him, laying on his front with his knee tucked up towards his chest and, somehow, his arms crossed under his person. The side of his face was plastered to the bed just beyond your single pillow.

It was impressive, how he managed to get into your bedcovers without waking you. What did wake you were the small sigh-like snoring he was doing. Like he was dreaming about falling in love every two seconds.

You lay there a while longer, and the commander didn’t come to fetch him this time. You didn’t mind him being in your bed, it’s just that he didn’t ask permission first. Although…he was already there…

Your eyes were falling closed when Genji started awake with a gasp. The blazing circles of his red eyes shined into the darkness in fear. He puffed in panic. He whimpered and curled inward, bringing both knees up.

He hadn’t noticed you were staring at him. Your hand moved over to hover over his side. Knowing Genji, he had a knife hidden somewhere and would cut your arm off for catching him in a vulnerable state.

You let the hand down on onto his side. You felt his side rise with the gasp at your touch. The timing must have been right.

Then silence.

Then came the sobs.

Short, heart-wrenching sobs.

“Come here. Come here,” you whispered, pulling at his body.

“It’s too much,” he sobbed.

He wasn’t able to say anything else. You patted his back, and he tucked his head under your chin, giving you a whiff of his hair, his masculine scent. You put your chin to his head, whispering to him that it would be okay.

“No, it w-won’t!” he protested shakily.

He sniffled, and you went back to patting his back. His crying tapered off, and he fell asleep, sighing into your chest.

The Ninja Under Your Bed

A sound of something hard scraping against the floor beneath your bed startled your descent into sleep. It wasn’t anything to worry about, though. You rolled over to settle in again.

Your coworker–co-agent???–Genji had taken up hiding under your bed. Now, you didn’t ask him why. You don’t ask this man anything. It wasn’t done. Everyone either got cold silence in response or a no growled at you. Maybe he found comfort hiding under a stranger’s bed or perhaps he was hiding from something specific. Word was, he was different to Agent McCree and Commander Reyes, but as a rookie, you couldn’t confirm. He did do everything else the agents did. Ate, showered, and attended meetings.

He wasn’t required to attend sparring practice, not after the incident with his heel blade things and a…former Blackwatch agent. It was the only time you’d ever heard him apologize. And it was heartfelt, too.

Genji was a silent fixture of the compound. Like a lamp or a side-table. You got used to it pretty quickly. He wasn’t the weirdest thing to be a part of Overwatch and Blackwatch. That, and the fact that you just didn’t have time to deal with your ninja infestation between the training and the missions, was the reason you mostly ignored him.

Before you got into bed, you turned off the lights. A pair of red eyes peeked out at you from the pitch-black darkness under the bed.

“Oh, alright, then,” you said and climbed into bed.

You did get to sleep, but you were woken up an hour later by the sound of the door being opened and light streaming in. The light dimmed as the person holding the door open realized they were rudely blinding you.

“Sorry, Agent,” said Commander Reyes.

“It’s okay,” you muttered sleepily.

“C’mon Genji. It’s mission time. Let’s go.”

Genji sighed from beneath the bed.

“Yes, Commander.”

He reluctantly crept out from under your bed and followed Reyes out the door.

Ya Big Baby

“Come on, ‘Baby.’” Brigitte hoisted you higher in her hold against the front of her body.

You whined in protest at being called a baby, but you clung to her tighter. You decided your sick self was too tired to walk, dragging your feet through the house and whimpering for your temporary mommy, Brigitte.

She fried you an egg with one arm and held you under your bottom with the other. Your strong woman taking care of you. She blew her bright red bangs off her forehead, the heat from your fevered body and the frying pan making her sweat.

She plated the egg and put it on the table with you still clinging to her. She let you down onto a chair. You picked up the fork she placed next to the fried egg.

“Let me,” she said, smiling and reaching for the fork.

“No,” you pouted. “I can do it myself.”

However, the fork seemed to have gained ten pounds. Weak as a newborn kitten, you stabbed at the egg, missing and striking the plate.

“I want to feed you,” she cooed. She held out her hand, and you dropped the fork into it. She chuckled. “I don’t mind.”

She scooped up some egg and fed it into your mouth. You were a sorry sight with unkempt, greasy hair, and tired eyes. You didn’t have much of an appetite, either.

“Come onnnnn,” she insisted. “You have to keep your strength up.”

“What strength?” you muttered miserably. Then your face fell, shaking your head. “Sorry, Babe. I’m just tired.”

“I know, Honey. It’s alright.”

Brigitte’s bright, hopeful voice was your only source of joy right now. You were too tired to do anything but listen. She got you some more medicine. You let her spoonfeed you with no complaints this time. She carried you to bed and tucked you in. She pushed your hair back from your face and kissed your forehead, “Mwah!”

She had to leave to go train with the other members of Overwatch.

“Nooooo,” you whined, refusing to let go of her hand.

She had to pry your hand off. Sadly, it wasn’t hard.

“Go to sleep, okay? I’ll be back before you know it.”

You gave her your best pout, but she still left, promising you that you would be fine.

“But I’m dying!” you wailed.

She laughed loudly, shutting the front door behind her.