The return of consciousness comes slowly, a dark haze lifting off each one of your limbs before it reaches your mind where everything snaps back into focus and you are once again aware you are in the world of the waking.
Cracking open a sealed eye, you do a bleary sweep around the dark room, the digital numbers on your wall barely past four. An irritated huff passes your lips at the ungodly hour your body woke up to, and you pull the blankets over your shoulder in an attempt to return to sleep.
However, you find yourself unable to retrieve any length of blanket; a strong resistance against your pulls reminds you of the other figure in your bed.
You groan. “Jesse. Jesse, you’re hogging them again.”
The man slumbering beside you is blissfully unaware of your predicament, wrapped neatly in a blanket burrito with only a corner left for you. He keeps his back to yours, and even so, you can feel the heat permeating through. When you try again to regain your share, the only response you get is a short and the sound of uncoordinated beard-scratching.
Another insistent tug turns the man toward you and you wrinkle your nose.
Morning breath.
You catch the shadow of a smile tugging at the corner of her dry lips, and you narrow your eyes. This smug bastard; so cozy-looking and content, his hair everywhere and enroaching on your pillow space, toasty in his blanket burrito. Even in his slumber he’s easy-going and a jokester. You debated waking him up as retribution, but it’s late and there’s work to be done in the morning. Waking sleeping beauty up now wouldn’t be conducive to that. But who cares when you’ve been robbed of a decent REM cycle?
Just as your sleepy revenge is being considered, your bedmate reaches out blindly until he has your mid-back in hand to draw you into his cocoon. Pleasantly surprised, you let your get pulled under, the smouldering heat almost stifling–enough to make you sleepy again. The heavy arm draped along your midriff drags you further down into a zone of comfort.
Once settled, you can hear Jesse sigh and nuzzle his beard against the top of your head. It itches a bit, but it’s the thought that counts.
“G’night, Jesse.” The blankets will be stolen again shortly after you sleep, you’re sure. But the effort isn’t wasted.
Unbeknownst to you, Jesse’s already awake and has been long before you. He waits, pretending to be lost in his dreams until he can feel you relax and (despite your vehement denials) snore quietly beside him. As much as his warmth is a comfort to you, you are the anchor and the shield that grounds him to reality and protects him from the nightmares that bar him from a peaceful rest.
Again, he nuzzles the top of your head, hoping that at least one of you will be well-rested for the morning.
HERE YOU GO, YOU THIRSTY HEATHENS. YOU CAN ALL
THANK @poutypanic FOR COMMISSIONING THE FULL VERSION OF THIS.
(Actually, I have to thank pouty because I
couldn’t actually write this on my own without some direction. OTL. I’m just
really indecisive sometimes.)
I have a really funny story about this that
motivated me to finish:
I was working on it at work
but then I had to get into a meeting with my bosses and some vendors
and they needed me to show my screen
guess what?
…yeah. OTL;; Anyway, please enjoy.
You’re not sure if Hanzo’s more into showing off
his hidden wealth or just very into indulging himself as you find yourself in
the private bathing area of the ryokan Hanzo had booked for you both.
You were both in Japan for a general
reconnaissance mission, tracking the interactions between the skeleton remains
of the Shimada clan and Talon envoys. The two of you would’ve been tailing them
much, much longer if Talon didn’t somehow get themselves arrested by the
Japanese government early. (It wouldn’t hold them for long, but any
inconvenience to their plans is a good thing.)
Actually, you were more surprised that neither
yourself or Hanzo was sitting in a jail cell with those arrested Talon agents
yet. It’s not as thought either of you were extremely discreet throughout your
hunt.
At each place you both stopped, your
partner-in-crime deadpan gave his name as Hanzo Shimada rather than the made-up
alias that Winston so painstaking created for you both (with fake passports,
IDs, and an entire backstory). He even went as far as ‘accidentally’ flashing
his tattoo at police when he passed them by—leaning forward and giving them a
glance of what’s beneath the unbuttoned collar of his dress shirt, fixing his
cuff so that the dark ink on his wrist is visible for just a moment.
It’s very clear that he enjoys giving the
Japanese government more grief than necessary.
(Though, you had to admit amidst the cackling
glee, the looks on everyone’s face was priceless, and the one on Hanzo’s face
was pure vicious.)
Now everyone knows the former master of the
Shimada clan is alive, well, and let loose in his stomping grounds. It should
concern you, but you had an absolutely gorgeous room and just a few minutes
away from sinking into some mineral rich hot water. If anyone wanted to kill
you both, they’ll have to wait.
And talking in person but that’s only when you guys are alone together
But yeah mostly when you text he’ll call you cariño
When you already left for a missio he texts you
“I love you.”
Or sometimes in Spanish
“Te Amo.”
It’s sweet tbh
Once in a blue moon he’ll send you heart emojis
But yeah that’s hella rare of him to do.
His questions seem more like commands bc he words them weird and doesn’t add a question mark.
Reaper: Send me that picture you took.
Y/n: commanding much?
Y/n sent a picture.
Reaper: Sorry.
It’s the same when you two talk in person sometimes
Lowkey looks back through your conversations when he misses you
Won’t admit though
If you’re part of Overwatch he’ll ask command you when you have time off to meet up somewhere
You being part of Overwatch makes it hard and he doesn’t know why he didn’t kill you when he was ordered to but he always texts you in private plus he’s always on mission so it makes the situation worse
Sombra knows about his love for you and helps you guys meet up
Also rarely sends you texts abt how much he loves you
He’s not very vocally expressive or even physically but he does love you
You know this
Now before he became reaper
Boy will say he loves you 24/7
Be it texting each other
Or Talking to each other
He’ll even say it in front of others
Boy has no shame for his love for you
He wakes up before you do so you always get sweet good morning texts from him reminding you of anything you have to do or if he made you breakfast
He’s just sweet to you
Just a lot of friendly and loving reminders throughout the day to take care of yourself
Big ass sweetheart y’all don’t bELIEVE
Calls you Cariño more in text and verbal conversation
Will be a little shit sometimes tho
He acts so intimidating to Overwatch or blackwatch agents but he’s a teddy bear with u bye
Tbh these are turning into general headcanons and not texting headcanons but ITS OKAY LMAO
“I am trying,” Hanzo told Genji, eyeing his brother with a mix of defensiveness and apprehensiveness, when he joined Overwatch. Trying to accept that Genji forgave him. It was strange to say in your opinion, but the situation itself was strange to begin with. Normal rules may not apply.
There was no neat analogy for how they circled each other, awkwardly for a few weeks. What to do next, was the hurdle in front of them. What to say that won’t be accidentally jabbing a finger into an old wound that still needed time to heal. Wounds that they may not even know they have.
It made you anxious, but you tried not to fuss. Three people on edge instead of two was not the answer to the above questions. You did your best to act casually around the both of them. Supporting Genji, and getting along with Hanzo. You ignored their sadly awkward behaviour in hopes that it would change.
So at first it didn’t sink in that they were getting along much better the last time you saw them. You almost walked past, not seeing that Hanzo held his little brother in his lap. They had their heads together, close enough to whisper the odd comment, joke, or whatever they were talking about; it didn’t matter. You did stop to stare, but the pair ignored your presence for their smartphones. Which did not annoy you in the slightest.
“Listen to this one,” Genji said, and Hanzo pressed his ear to the portion of Genji’s head just below his antenna. Hanzo’s eyes wandered as he listened intently to the song playing inside Genji’s helmet.
“It hurts to play it that loud,” Genji explained when the song stopped.
Hanzo nodded.
“Also, if anyone listened to this frequency, they would get a rude surprise. I have been scolded by Athena more times than I count,” Genji chuckled.
Hanzo went back to thumbing at his phone’s screen. “It is not your fault that the AI has poor taste.”
“I heard that,” said her soothing voice from all around.
The side of Hanzo’s mouth curled upwards. Genji sported a similar smirk behind his faceplates. He lay his head against Hanzo’s, no music playing this time. Hanzo freed his arm from between them and wrapped his arm around Genji’s hips. He pulled his brother closer.
“Your cyborg ass is digging into my leg,” Hanzo growled quietly.
Genji hummed and shifted around in his seat, then settled back into leaning into Hanzo, who left his arm where it was. Genji took no offense at Hanzo’s annoyance. As the younger brother, it is Genji’s job to be annoying, and Hanzo’s job to correct him. It seemed right for them to be like this. You did your best to avoid disturbing them, but you did reach for Genji’s hand. You gave it an affectionate squeeze when he glanced up at you. Then you moved on. You asked Genji later in private how he felt about the recent development.
“Umm,” he said, seeming terribly unsure.
He fumbled with unlatching his faceplates. You saw his fingers shake and held out your hands to catch the pieces of metal when he did drop them. Already, a fat tear was making its way down and over the scars on his cheek. He dove for your arms the second you raised them to hold them out to him.
“I am happy,” he sobbed loudly into your shoulder, crying damp patches into the fabric.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you whispered repeatedly, hugging him tight and swaying with him. And then, “Okay, Genji, you’re too heavy for me. C’mon.”
You eased into the chair, eyes amused as Zenyatta just tilted his head at you. His hands rested against each other in a peak and you tried your best to look serious and stern at the pressing issue that had arrived.
“I think this one?” you said with your eyebrows scrunched together, pointing at the nearly identical shade of blue to the others.
He gave a hum, looking it over before pointing at one in the paper next to it. Your eyes strained as you tried to tell the difference between them, finally giving up and leaning back with a groan.
Your hands rested on your swelling stomach, rubbing it slightly and Zenyatta couldn’t help the perk of curiosity that thrummed through him. You pulled him close, letting him rest his hands on your stomach.
“I’m always amazed,” he finally said, resting his head against the swollen belly, “Of how beautiful you look like this.”
“I wasn’t before?” you said with a smile, a teasing tone obvious.
“Of course,” he said, “Your beauty just transcends universes now instead of worlds.”
Tears prickled at the corner of your eyes at that, Zenyatta gently holding your hand with his. You sniffled as he brushed the tears out of your eyes, absolutely awed by the adoration he had for you. Zenyatta helped you up, you smiling at the omnic.
“We haven’t even figured out a name yet,” you said, “Any ideas Zenny?”
“I have one,” he said, you had a feeling of which name he wanted to memorialize.
You smiled and agreed, Mondatta would be a great name.
Imagine coming home to Jesse after being away for quite awhile. You expect him to be at the door waiting for you, but he is nowhere to be found when you step inside. Actually, it was a little too quiet for your liking.
You call out to him as you set down your things and suddenly you hear the heavy tapping of footsteps. It grows louder and quicker with every passing second and before you have time to react, Jesse flings himself on you and you fall to the ground wrapped in him embrace.
He smothers you in kisses and whines about how much he missed you. You dare not fight it and just let him get all that pent up affection out.
You didn’t remember taking on a puppy for a boyfriend. ;3c
//Sorry for the lack of fics, been busy with the move. This is a hastily-edited version of something from my old phone lol. I’ve had trouble writing anything new lately.
//Happy Valentine’s Day!
>Hanzo
You bought handmade chocolates for your whole team from a mom-and-pop sweets store. After you hand out the chocolates to your ecstatic teammates, you see one last box at the bottom of the bag, with the name tag “Hanzo” on it. You scour the headquarters looking for him, but can’t find him anywhere. McCree tips you off that Hanzo is at the archery range outside because “That man thinks better with a bow than he does with his heart.” You put on your coat and leave the main building. The cold air nips at your face.
When you arrive at the archery range, you see Hanzo lining up a shot. He takes a deep breath, pulls the string back, then lets it fly. Bullseye. As usual. For a few minutes you just stand there and stare at him, admiring his marksmanship and finesse. He makes it look effortless. Watching a master at his craft was one of the most relaxing things, you thought.
In fact, it was so relaxing that your hand slipped and the paper bag fell to the floor. This startled Hanzo and his arrow flies more than a meter off-target. You scramble to pick up the bag. He quickly turns around and looks at you. His face is flushed.
“S-sorry,” you stutter. “I didn’t mean to disturb you but, uh… I came here to give you this.” You hand him the small box of chocolates.
“Oh… Thank you,” he says quietly, keeping his eyes on the box. As he takes the box from your hands, his fingers brush yours. They’re icy cold. “Hanzo…” you say, grabbing his hand. “You’re so cold, it’s freezing out here!” Hanzo silently stares at your hand, relishing the warmth. You swear his cheeks look redder than they were earlier. He opens his mouth to say something, but immediately pulls away from your touch, turns his head away from you and sneezes.
A month passes and you’ve barely seen Hanzo. He took a sick leave for two weeks after Valentine’s and busied himself with missions for the next two weeks. Occasionally, you would see him in HQ but he would immediately walk in the opposite direction once he noticed you.
One day, you wake up to someone ringing the doorbell to your house. You open the door and no one’s there. You look down and see a small box tied with a ribbon and a piece of white paper under it. Inside the box are a few messy, heart-shaped chocolates. You unfold the paper and saw only three small characters written on the sheet: “大好き”.
Confused, you take your phone out and scan the symbols for their meaning. You feel someone staring at you, so you look up. Immediately, you Hanzo peeking from behind a tree. He quickly hides. Your phone beeps, signaling that the search is done.
“I like you.”
>Genji
It’s Genji’s first Valentine’s Day in America and he wants to surprise you. He asks some of the single girls to take you out on the town so he can prepare. Then, he calls you and tells you he can’t take you out tonight because he’s on an urgent mission. You pout and make sure to sound super sad that you couldn’t spend the day with him, but Genji promises he’ll make it up to you tomorrow. His heart flutters at how cute you sound when you make a fuss.
You, D.Va, and Sombra spend the day window shopping. Sombra stops in front of a store and calls your name. You turn towards her and see she’s showing you a lingerie shop. She’s grinning ear to ear. She wiggles her eyebrows up and down and yells, “YOU’LL NEED THESE FOR TONI—” D.Va scrambles to cover Sombra’s mouth and whispers something in her ear. Sombra pouts and mumbles to herself and you continue walking down the shopping district filled with flower vendors and couples.
A few minutes later, D.Va’s phone goes off and she pulls Sombra aside while you watch a street performer balance a bike on his head.
Sombra comes up from behind you and blindfolds you. You’re confused but D.Va assures you nothing bad will happen to you. As for Sombra… Well… She just keeps cackling.
They sit you down and tell you not to move. You hear a door creak and then silence settles in. The first thing you notice is the heavenly smell. It’s reminiscent of a meal at a fancy restaurant. You gulp. It dawns on you that you forgot to eat lunch with the girls. You’re lost in your thoughts for a few minutes, then you hear soft piano music begin to play. Footfalls approach you from behind.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” Genji murmurs in your ear. The sensation of his warm breath on your cold skin send shivers down your spine. You hear a chair move and he tells you to take off the blindfold, and you do so. In front of you is a lavishly set-up table. There is champagne, lit candles steak, and an assortment of vegetables. To your left is a giant window overlooking the city. The sight is breathtaking.
Genji’s voice breaks the silence. “Do you like it?”
You turn to him and you’re literally face to face for the first time. In the candlelight you can see all of his scars and the metalwork on his jaw and neck. He looks tense and uncomfortable, but he forces a smile. You see a tinge of regret in his eyes as you look at him. Genji averts his gaze and looks intently at his mask on the floor next to him. He’s about pick it up when you say, “I love it.”
You smile and he relaxes, flashing you a genuine smile. “I’m glad,” he replies.
After dinner, you move to the couch and watch a movie together. You rest your head on his shoulder and he says, “That reminds me… I bought you something.” Genji brings over a large teddy bear and sits next to you again. He looks it over in his hands and says, “I… Um. I just thought you’d prefer to have something fluffy to hug. I’m not exactly… soft.” Then he offers it to you.
You pout and cross your arms, feigning anger. “Genji Shimada! I am offended.” He raises an eyebrow at you. You steal a kiss. Then five more. “You’re totally soft!!” You cling to his metallic body. “And I’d much rather hug you than a stuffed toy.”
He chuckles and pats your head. You nuzzle his neck and look up at him. He smiles down at you and kisses you passionately, gently pushing you onto the sofa. He straddles you and kisses your neck as you moan softly into his ear.
It would seem Sombra was right about the lingerie.
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