Grumbles short curses and lightheartedly petty comments while kneeling down to make sure you’re okay
(ex. “What the hell just happened?” “Pay attention to your surroundings; you look like a toddler playing in the dirt.”)
Lowkey just irritated that his instincts didn’t kick in fast enough to catch you
Gives you a good look over after you’ve sat up
Helps you brush off most of the dirt out of the scrapes you now have, then uses his shirt to clean off the more difficult bits
Almost considers even tearing off a piece of said shirt to cover up the scrapes on your hands
Presses gentle kisses near the scraped up skin, then gives you another couple smooches for good measure
After he’s sure you’re okay and the tension has been resolved, he probably chuckles out of relief and maybe even makes a corny joke because if Hanzo’s corny around anyone it’s gonna be his s/o
“I thought you had already fallen for me, yet here you are doing so again.”
Han, s t o p
After helping you up, gives you a few more smooches just to make you feel better and maybe to get you to giggle
Takes you to the nearest shop with a bathroom and bandages so he can help you properly clean up, then the two of you can continue on your outing
Genji
Might actually let out a little shriek
Or it might be a quick outburst in Japanese
Just out of surprise because “oh god they’re falling!!”
Probably tries to catch you but the initial shock slowed him for a hot second
Quickly kneels down next to you to help you sit up
Looks you over for injuries and helps you brush the dirt off your limbs and face and out of your hair
Overall just fussing over you
Gives you masked smooches (i.e. boops with his face plate) wherever you got scraped up, such as your hands and cheeks
Bonus points: The cool metal probably feels soothing on said scrapes
Makes sure you’re alright to stand before helping you up
Promises to help you clean up and get bandaged properly once the two of you get home
Offers his arm for you to hold the rest of the journey, which is now to home or the nearest drugstore
Buys you one of your favorite treats to help you feel better
Reaper
Lets out a curse that starts in Spanish and fades into English when he realizes he’s caught you
You might almost hit the dirt
Thus causing your nose to maybe get a bit of a scrape
But before you can completely crash and burn, you’re caught on a bed of semi-solid black smoke, courtesy of your cursed partner (via pure instinct of protecting you)
He quickly helps you back up and wraps his arms around you
Tells you that you scared him and maybe even lets out a relieved laugh
Then gives you a peck on the nose just above the small scrape you still gained
Asks you if you’re alright and still gives you a look over, just in case
Once you’ve steadied yourself and both of your heartbeats are back to normal, the two of you carry on your outing
He’s probably holding your hand a bit tighter than he was before
Maybe also keeping a closer eye on the ground as the two of you walk
Heck yeah! Jesse dealing with mood-swings like a sweetie:
“Honey, yer pregnant. That’s all baby. You look beautiful.”
“Mhmm,” was all you would reply, and you threw another piece of clothing to the floor. You went back to digging through your closet, but you knew you wouldn’t find anything. Currently, you were in your skivvies.
“Let’s just go get ya some new dresses. Real pretty.”
“No,” you insisted, shaking your head, “Not again. We spent all this money…”
“Pumpkin, you have to,” Jesse softly pleaded with you. He walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. He patted your rounded stomach. “You can’t go everywhere buck naked. As much as I would like,” he added under his breath.
You had happily bought maternity clothes months ago. Today, they no longer fit. You grew bigger than anticipated for your first pregnancy. You were frustrated. You felt fat. That if the clothes didn’t fit, there was something wrong with you.
Jesse knew this was nonsense, and he was amused at how fussy you were being. He rocked you gently as you huffed. He tickled you with his beard, one of the tricks he used to get you to laugh and smile. Instead you stepped out of his embrace and spun to face him.
“Are you calling me ‘pumpkin’ because I’m shaped like one?” you demanded to know.
He put up hands defensively.
“Now, that’s the hormones talkin’.”
You looked down and frowned at yourself.
“That’s true,” you huffed. “I’m sorry, Jesse!”
You came back into his arms, about to cry, and feeling really bad.
I chose to go with Reaper. He’s my fave of the two.
“Hey,” you said.
“Hey,” Reaper replied.
“So…I have some news.”
“Yeah?”
“Babe, I’m pregnant.”
Reaper growled, “If you’re joking…”
The look you gave him made him instantly regret asking that. Reaper never thought that would happen. Ever. His brain squeaked to a halt.
Before his ‘death’ and subsequent joining of Talon, he and his lover had wanted to adopt. Assuming Gabriel was dead, he moved on. He got married to a woman and had his own child. Gabriel found out, believing he would never get the same chance. He was wrong. Here you were, showing him the positive pregnancy tests. Four of them. You knew he would be doubtful if you just brought one.
“…Babe. Babe, are you alright?”
He shooked his head slightly, jerked out of his thoughts by your voice.
“’M fine. In fact,” he said, dropping his voice low. He wrapped his arms around your hips and hoisted you over his shoulder. “You look fine, too.”
He chuckled seductively and walked you towards the bedroom. You wiggled and gently protested.
“I just want cuddles! The baby’s making me tired.”
Reaper stopped in his tracks and whispered, “Baby…” to himself coarsely, still in disbelief.
You patted at his back. You had to restart your boyfriend’s brain again before he would start walking again. You got your cuddles. In silence. Stunned silence. It was so cute how in awe Gabriel was. He slapped your hands away grumpily when you teased him about it, pulling at his cheeks. Which made you laugh.
💚What’s funny is that as long as you’ve known him since black watch, you only ever seen his eyes.
💚 You day dream wondering what he looks like. His eyes are gorgeous. His voice is hot. It was just the mask. It was in the way.
💚 He gets very flustered when you touch him. You kiss his forehead instead.
💚 Turns away when you even try to touch his mask.
💚 “You won’t like it.” He says, obviously hurt. His whole body is scarred and put back together.
💚 “How are you so sure?” You ask, hurt as well. You loved him. And you wanted him to know that looks don’t matter.
💚 He doesn’t how you till, you’re hurt in battle.
💚 Angela was by your side, attending to your wound and Genji rushed over.
💚 “Is she okay?!”
💚 Angela nods, “She should be. She needs to rest. It’s too much on her.”
💚 “I’ll stay with her.” He does.
💚 You wake up to the feeling of lips pressed against your forehead.
💚 You blink your eyes, seeing Genji. Without his mask. Scars painted over his face. /Perfect/ scars.
💚 “You’re okay.” He says, smiling. You /grin/
💚 “You’re not so bad yourself.” You laugh softly. Cupping his cheek with a smile.
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REAPER
🖤 Gets very aggressive if you even dare to reach for his mask.
🖤 Jerks away from you.
🖤 “What do you think you’re doing?” He would snap.
🖤 You frown, “I want to see.”
🖤 “No.”
🖤 He doesn’t mean to get rude. You know he doesn’t mean it. Honestly, his voice sounds… hurt.
🖤 The broken man would let you kiss his mask, hands and hug onto him.
🖤 But refuses to let you touch his mask
🖤 You catch him without it in accident.
🖤 He was taking a breather. The mission was long and it was hot outside.
🖤 You couldn’t help but look for him, you find him sitting alone, walking over only to see he mask sitting next to him.
🖤 “Gabe..?”
🖤 He snaps his head up, his face, worn from age but scars from battle. You didn’t mind. You don’t care what he looked like.
🖤 He looked perfect.
🖤 “What are you looking at?” He asks, now getting annoyed. He knew you were going to think he was hideous.
🖤 You just smile, sitting down and leaning in, kissing his lips finally.
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SOLDIER: 76
💙 Would be sincere about it.
💙 “You wouldn’t like what you’d see.”
💙 “I’m not the best looking guy.”
💙 “War ruined me.”
💙 You’d roll your eyes every time. Reassuring him you don’t care what he looks like.
💙 You’d jokingly reach for it, only for him to grab your hands. You’d grin.
💙 It’d be a every day thing. Constantly trying to see.
💙 Trying to catch him
💙 Nothing worked.
💙 You finally reach up one more time on the way to a mission, you two alone.
💙 He doesn’t stop you.
💙 It makes you hesitate, and you pause
💙 “You won’t like me.”
💙 You shake your head, and take off the visor slowly.
💙 You see the scars, frown and dark circles.
💙 “Jack, I love you.”
You softly kiss the dragon on her head, earning you a delighted chirruping noise. She climbs on your shoulders, nestling in the crook of your neck. Genji slides a finger across her scales as she wraps loosely around you once again.
“Can I have one?” Genji asks, almost pleading.
“One what?”
“One kiss,” he looks away when he responds.
You’d never know how harsh the monster could blush if he had never taken off his mask. Somehow he grew jealous of his own dragon receiving affection that he begins to feel actually neglected– as if he didn’t have food made for him every night, a house to live in as well as constant cuddles.
“Please?” he finally remembered his manners.
He must be dying inside.
You cup his cold face and give him a kiss just as you had given Soba. He instantly wipes his mouth with his sleeve when you do so.
“You’re just going to wipe my affection off after you demanded it?” you pout, trying to use his own methods of obtaining things against him.
“I won’t do it again,”
You give him one more kiss and he keeps his word.
Little did you know that he had actually tricked you again– sneaky little shit wanted more kisses than Soba. What a desperate baby.
Uh…I’ll just put down what I already have of the prompts. I wrote a bunch of them during the stream and now I’m real sleepy. (we also gave our mother the card for the bank account. she says she’ll save it for us. NO, MOTHER. THAT’S NOT THE POINT. SPEND IT ON YOURSELF GODDAMNIT.)
“Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.”
“I’m fine,” Fareeha says stubbornly, despite having driven a marathon eleven hours through the United States to pick up Jesse. Even with all the advances in technology, speed limits still have to be obeyed and no matter how much Fareeha wants to, she is still a woman of the law.
“‘reeha.”
“I’m fine.”
You pull out your communicator. Fine, two people can be stubborn. “I’m calling your mother.”
“Don’t involve her in this!”
You glare at her, waving the communicator threateningly. She returns the look from the corner of her eye, frowning. “Don’t you dare.”
“Make me.” Your thumb hovers menacingly over the ‘call’ button. The communicator nearly flies out of your hands when Fareeha groans out loud and makes a sharp swerve onto the shoulder of the road.
“Fine!” she shouts as she unbuckles herself and steps out and around the car, grumbling. “Fine, fine. Have it your way. Dirty cheater.”
You buckle yourself in and start to drive as Fareeha continues her mini-grumbling session. Not even ten minutes later, that gives way to silence, and then snoring. You scoff. You told her she was tired.
you don’t even know (or do you) that I already have this one conveniently prepared during my stream.
“I was in the neighborhood.”
You stare incredulously at the cowboy at your doorstep. “You were in Mexico yesterday…”
McCree shrugs nonchalantly, still undeterred. “Like I said, was in the neighborhood.” He gives your doorway a once-over, a poor attempt to continue his generally disinterest, but you can practically feel the excitement radiating from him. “So, you going t’invite me in or leave a man hangin’?”
Wordlessly, you step to the side, allowing him into your abode.
“Much obliged.” He tips his hat at you.
Before you close the door, you briefly check to ensure no one is watching this exchange–McCree may be an expert at evading the law, what with the ridiculous bounty on his head, but he can get careless. As soon as the coast seems clear, you shut it, only to find Jesse McCree, international criminal (and part-time journalist) smiling at you, a warm twinkle in his amber eyes.
“I missed ya, darlin’.”
You reach up as he comes down, engulfing you in a warm, tight hug that smells of tobacco, dust, and sweat. (Surprisingly, alcohol is nowhere on his person.)
But you say nothing of it, and instead, only murmur into his shoulder, “I missed you, too.”
a/n: yes, yes you can request some for this sweet giant man. i hope that you like these!! 😀
Loves cuddling and sleeping in as late as possible to just hold you close to him. Reinhardt gets a good laugh out of how you try every trick in the book to get him to let go when he’s in a cuddling mood.
Is definitely the sort of person who would rub their beard on your face. There’s no escape.
Is a fan of some soft PDA before going on missions. Love hugs, kisses and holding your hand.
Worries about you on missions where you are not deployed together, you are not weak by any means, able to easily take him down and anything that Talon or other forces can throw at you, but Eichenwald taught him to not take everything for granted, that anything can happen to someone no matter how strong they are.
Does little things that make you happy, dancing with his hammer is one of those goofy little things that he did as a spur of the moment thing when you first met, a way for Reinhardt to ‘grab your attention’ and he still does it till this day.
Has on more than one occasion chased you with a giant snowball, with no intention of throwing it at you, but it’s a humorous sight to see such a giant man, laughing and smiling while he tries to not stumble over his feet to chase you with a gigantic snowball.
Whenever you walk into the room everyone can see how much Reinhardt loves you, how his eyes soften full of love, how his voice loud and booming becomes something quieter and warmer. A voice he reserves for you and those close to him. And how he kisses you as if you are the most precious thing in the world to him.
@demialwrites commission! Thank you muchly for the support. ❤
Prompt: Going off of the idea that Genji doesn’t like the sound of his own voice.
Word count: 1495
Genji Shimada was a real mystery. You have been
working with him for a decent amount of time now, yet he still glares at you
with a gaze sharp as daggers. The very aura he gives off sends shivers down
your spine in pure intimidation. Even worse, he barely utters any words around
you. You would hear him utter a few scarce words to his teammates, but he has
never once directly spoken a word toward you. You suppose that just came with
being a member of Blackwarch, but he was near impossible to read and the lack
of communication made getting close and completing missions very difficult. And
yet, the mystery surrounding him made Genji all the more alluring. You wanted
to get to know him, to grow close and actually get friendly with the solitary
ninja. You feared he didn’t like you, but you wanted to change that. Perhaps
ease the tension a little. So, during your down time between missions, you made
every attempt you could to befriend Genji.
Your first attempt was trying to sit with him for lunch.
It would be an easy, casual way to start up a conversation. It was then you
came to realize Genji never really ate in the cafeteria with everyone else. You
spent a good chunk of your lunch time trying to find him, only to find he’s
been sitting on the roof with only 5 minutes left to your break. And, as luck
would have it, Genji decided his lunch was up and chose to leave as you were
planning how to get up there. You wound up having to eat your lunch while
working and that wasn’t the most pleasant thing to do.
Your next method of attack was to team up with Genji
during training. Not the best in terms of being social, but it’s a good way to
strengthen your bond on the battlefield! However, Genji turned out to be quite
a handful to say the least. He still didn’t talk to you and he absolutely
slaughtered you. He kicked your ass so hard you’re going to feel it for weeks.
You leave the training area feeling incredibly sore and Genji didn’t so much as
give you a glance before up and leaving. You stared at his back as he walked
away with a look of longing in your eyes. You wanted to make this work, you
really did, but perhaps Genji didn’t.
Maybe he was just dead set on being that silent loner. Perhaps this
relationship you were striving for just wasn’t meant to be.
Then, a few days later,
you were called on an urgent mission. There was a major attack on a city by
Talon. The battle was expected to be gruesome, but you were ready… until you
saw Genji sitting in the very same transport ship you were boarding. Your heart
sunk as he shot you his usual glare, but the only available seat was right next
to him. You just hoped he could tolerate your presence for the duration of the
flight.
You were well into the battle when all of a sudden you
were struck with an intense, burning pain. Your knees buckled, your hands moved
to grip the aching area, and suddenly you hit the ground. The sound of gun
shots and crashing began to fade to a frightening silence. Your vision goes
black.
You aren’t sure how much time as passed, but you
slowly open your eyes to find the scene from before till stayed strong. There
was rubble everywhere and the sound of gunshots didn’t let up. The searing pain
is back, but when you reach to apply pressure to the area you find a hand is
already there. Only then do you realize Genji is right beside you. As a matter
of fact, it seems he has moved you too. He had the two of you hidden behind an
overturned car and he had you sitting up, resting against its side so you’d be
at least a little more comfortable.
You bite your lip and wince at the pain as you grab
Genji’s hand and move it from your wound so you can inspect it. Looks like
you’ve been shot and you’re bleeding quite a lot. You press your hands on it to
lessen the blood flow, trying your hardest not to show any weakness in front of
Genji, considering he already thinks so lowly of you.
“You will be alright,” Genji says. “I called Angela.
She is coming. You will be taken to safety and treated shortly.”
Your eyes light up at the sound of his voice. It was
so… gentle. So soft in contrast to his hard and harp exterior. Even the gentle
tremor of cybernetics on his vocal chords was like music to your ears. You’ve
heard him speak before, granted, but only out of eavesdropping. Now, you get to
hear his voice loud and clear and it was so
worth the wait.
“You just spoke to me,” you mutter, looking completely
dumbfounded.
“…Yes,” he replies. “What, did you think I was mute?”
“No! Not… exactly.
You just— barely ever talk at all.
And this is the first time you’ve ever spoken to me! I was starting to think that, well, maybe you just didn’t like
me.”
You could hear Genji sputter a bit in shock underneath
his mask.
“What? I do not dislike you at all,” he says with
earnest.
“Then why don’t you ever talk to me?”
Genji goes silent. He turns his gaze away from you in
what appears to be embarrassment.
“…..voice….” he whispers.
“What?”
“It’s—my voice. The way it sounds. I hate it. I try to
avoid it as much as I can,” Genji says with a sigh.
“Oh,” is all you can really say in response. “But… the
way you glare at me—“
“That’s just my face.”
“And you eating alone at lunch—“
“I do not want people to see my face.”
“And the training?”
“I never go easy on anybody. Didn’t the others tell
you?”
You take a moment to think it all over, then let out a
weak giggle, stopping only because it hurts too much.
“So that’s really it then? You just don’t like the
sound of your voice?”
Genji nods.
“Well, I like it,” you comment. “Been trying so hard
to hear it lately and it sounds wonderful. Such a shame for you to hide such a
wonderful thing.”
You let out a grunt as another wave of pain hits you.
You aren’t sure if you can stay conscious before Mercy arrives. Genji notices
this and takes hold of one of your hands.
“I’ve got you,” he says softly. That was enough to
keep you going.
“So… you don’t dislike me,” you start. “But do you…
like me?” Okay, maybe now the shock was making you a little too bold.
You can hear the smile in Genji’s voice as he
responds. “Yes,” he says. “I like you very much. I just feared you wouldn’t
like me all too much. I stay distant with just about everyone I meet just to be
safe.”
The grip you have on Genji’s hand weakens. You can
feel the world spinning.
“I like you, I like you,” you chant in your dizzy
state. “You just need to talk to me more, alright? I don’t think I can live
without hearing that voice from now on.”
Genji shakes his head in whimsical disbelief.
“I will have to work my way up to speaking more. But I
can try, for you.”
And with that, you were
out.
You eventually come to in a white room, nestled nicely
in a warm, soft bed. You must be in a med bay, safely away from the hectic
battlefield. Yet, your first thought was whether or not Genji made it out okay.
You slowly rise so you’re sitting up in the bed,
groaning softly at the discomfort as you were still experiencing a bit of pain.
Then, you feel a gentle touch on your hand and turn to see Genji sitting beside
your bed. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was smiling.
“Hello,” he coos softly, tightening his grip on your
hand. God, his voice was like butter. You wanted to wrap yourself up in it.
“Hello,” you say in reply.
“I am glad you are alright. I tried speaking to you
while you were asleep. Thought it might wake you up faster…”
Oh! Well, he certainly seems to be living up to his
promise to talk to you more. How sweet. You carefully inch closer to the edge
of the bed so you could be closer to Genji.
“Hm, maybe that’s why I rested so well,” you say.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,”
Genji replies, just soft enough so only you could hear him. His voice acting
like a well-kept secret between the two of you. You absolutely loved it.
Of course! That’s kind of a lot of boys, so I’m going to limit that to attack and defense heroes for now, and the imagines will be fairly short. Hope you don’t mind!
These were really fun to write! Thinking about all of their faces lighting up after seeing their s/o made me really happy.
Just a note: I won’t be doing Bastion or Torbjorn, I just couldn’t think of anything for them
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