He was always one to show off if he felt like he had the upper hand, so naturally he was caught off guard by a rather devastating blow to his lower abdomen during a recon mission. He does his best to play it off, with how much it damaged him, and struggles keeping the blood contained within the wound when he returns.
They were neither a medic nor field operative, so were incredibly concerned when he returned with a limp and makeshift gauze to “power through the pain”. They were unaware of the assault of him, and became even more concerned when he refused to elaborate on the details.
As per custom, he was ordered to the medical bay to get himself patched up, which he did, (give or take a few complaints between you both) and was unable to join more missions until his recovery. It frustrated them because he was so eager to return on the field while at the same time ignoring his most recent wound.
There were moments where he’d sulk about feeling useless, and would be rather restless when trying to sleep.
Changing his bandages can go one of two ways: McCree insisting he does it himself and he does out of sheer stubbornness, or feeling embarrassed that they offer to help. Yes, he knows the bond they share and it means a great deal to him, but he dislikes having people worry about him.
He has to bite onto something to prevent himself from grimacing in pain, especially when cleaning the wound with alcohol is involved.
He shows his appreciation with soft, surprise kisses and promises he’ll ‘properly’ repay them once his wound has completely healed.
Gabriel Reyes
They didn’t know about his injury until he returned to base with a bandaged arm, thigh, and black eye. He had a dislocated shoulder in addition to the other injures he sustained.
Gabriel puts his own shoulder back in place, making his s/o wince at the sound, to which he laughs. Regardless, he double checks every inch of him to see if there was anything else they needed to assist him with.
He wasn’t one to complain, so played it off as if it were nothing. If anything, he should know in his many years of military and combat experience to be more careful.
The Commander feels bad when they repeatedly ask how he is feeling and if he needs to take time to recover, which he denies. “It’ll heal quickly, don’t worry. It’s really nothing to stress about.”
During moments between the two of them, his s/o is very attentive and carefully changes the wraps and cleans the wounds when necessary. In truth, they keep a better track of his recovery better than he does because he shrugs so many things off. Reyes tries to dismiss medical concerns in regards to him for deeper reasons.
When his s/o catches him trying to do more extensive work, or tense during everyday activities, he gets a firm reprimanding. Not that he doesn’t mind, he appreciates that they care so much.
As they prepare new bandages for his wounds, he’ll peck them on the cheek. “Thanks.”
Genji Shimada
When he received the wound he did, he grew increasingly upset at himself for both misreading enemy movement and causing them to worry. His right arm was completely destroyed and he needed an immediate replacement. As he is ambidextrous, he insisted he was still capable of fighting, but was ordered to withdraw, to which he bitterly complied.
He prefers if he (albeit begrudgingly) goes to the cyberneticists of Blackwatch, considering his s/o does not know much of the extensiveness that is his new body.
Still, they remain as supportive as they can be during this time. While Genji is not on the field, he feels helpless and is left with his thoughts, which overwhelm him in more was than one.
There are many times where he avoids their gaze out of upset, and feels all the more disgusted with himself as they continue to offer their help with any forms of physical therapy while he recovers. It takes time, but he warms up to the idea of them helping over time, especially with physical therapy. Patience is everything.
After he does get repaired, he will apologize in his own way for being distance – not verbally, necessarily, but through body language. He is incredibly grateful that you remain by him during the transition.
They take his head in their hands and press their forehead to his, smiling softly. “I’ll be right here, next to you.”
a/n: we have a character max of 4 so i chose Jesse, Hanzo, Genji and Soldier. I hope that these were alright sweetie and that your day has gotten better!
sorry that this took so long to get out, i was playing Overwatch with Mod Knight and a friend.
Jesse:
Jesse will wrap you up in his serape and hunkers down with you on the couch.
Will probably ask ten questions while watching your favorite show, because he’s confused but very interested in what’s going on with the story and characters.
With be very cuddly and shower you with kisses and dumb pickup lines. You wake up to very loud snoring from McCree and just sort of watch him.
Hanzo:
Hanzo will sit you down for a warm cup of tea, something soothing to help relax you after the hard day you’ve had.
While he’s not much of a tv person, he will sit down with you on the couch regardless to watch a few episodes of your favorite show together.
Focuses on making you relax and to help wind down especially after how long you cried, and if you just so happen to doze off on the couch Hanzo will remain there with you. Carding his fingers through your hair to sooth and help you sleep.
Genji:
Genji’s first reaction to you being sad is to get you to smile or laugh. Even if it means he has to pick you up and twirl you around to earn a laugh.
Will set some tea to make, even doing so in a traditional manner, enjoying how your eyes light up while you watch him even though he ruins the tea due to his over excitement.
Is sort of loud during your favorite show, especially when something he didn’t expect to happen well happens.
Soldier 76:
Jack might be a bit awkward, but he will do what he remembers if family doing to help him when he had a bad day.
So he’ll make you something warm to drink, turn the tv on, but keep the volume low and tuck you in close to his side so he can rub soothing circles on your back.
Will doze off on the couch with you most likely, his arms wrapped around you to hold you close.
McCree giving you the good sex but he’s taking pictures as he fucks you and puts them on his Snapchat story. 👌👌👌
Genji sees and responds with a boner pic and “nice 🍆💦💦💦💦💦💦💦”
This leads to the two of you inviting Genji over to fuck you while McCree records. He’s also giving directions, and whoops…you’re making an amateur porno now. “Cyborg fucks hottie in all positions” is the title. The ending is both boys finish on your chest. 😉
Hanzo: His primary love language is acts of service. Particularly unprompted ones. He feels that you care about him when you do things without needing to be asked. When he is tired, you make dinner for him. When he is angry, you let him vent his emotions out. When he looks lost or hurt, you ask if he is okay. When you know about how he feels before he does, and act accordingly, that’s when he knows. His secondary love language is quality time. Just wanting to be with him because you enjoy his company is a pretty big deal to him. The yazuka prince in him is used to people wanting something out of him. The idea that he alone is enough is surprisingly touching to him. His least impactful love language is words of affirmation. He cares little about lip service and only wants to hear nice compliments when they’re unprompted and genuine.
Genji: His primary love language is quality time. Genji walks a fine line between being an adventuring hero and being a shunned, dangerous member of society. When someone speaks to him like a normal person and wants to do mundane activities with him, it makes him feel whole again. More like the Genji he once was. Someone who can see past the prosthetics and cybernetics and acts as if he were a normal boyfriend. His secondary language is physical touch. He has lost large parts of his body and much of what he has left is scarred. When someone wants to touch him, to make contact with him, it’s extremely endearing to him. His least important is acts of service; he feels capable enough to do things on his own. He doesn’t like putting other people out.
McCree: His primary language is physical touch. He’s a touchy-feel boy with no qualms about snuggling up to you. He loves to rub his scratchy beard against you, grab you around the waist, pull you in close as the two of you nap, burying his face into your hair or your back or you chest. It doesn’t have to be sexual but it sure can be if you want. His second language is quality time. He can’t squeeze ya if he isn’t near ya. And he likes to be near ya, even if you aren’t cuddling. But being near you will make him want to cuddle you. It’s a vicious, adorable cycle. Watching television, going on drives, getting a drink at the bar. Anything with you. His least important language is acts of service. He doesn’t really want you to go out of your way for him. If anything, he wants to be the gentleman and make your life a little easier.
Soldier: Easily, words of affirmation is his most prominent love language. He needs reassurance constantly that he is doing well, that you love him and want to be with him, that everything is fine. He’s used to things crumbling around him and he needs to make sure nothing is amiss with you. He has some trauma he needs to work through and a calm, understanding voice is all that can get him through some dark times. His secondary love language is physical touch. It’s difficult for him to admit it but he really craves the feeling of your skin against his. Even if it’s just a hand over his. He needs the closeness of another human to make it feel like he isn’t constantly falling apart. His least is receiving gifts; he doesn’t want them or thinks he deserve them. You are more than enough for him.
a/n: i slept in hella late today and missed hanging out with my folks, but luckily nobody is upset with me (bless) so here’s some goofy pickup lines I could see the OW boys using on their S/O.
and since there’s so many amazing boys in ow i’ve slapped this under a read more so you wouldn’t have to scroll for ten years. also please note that mccree has three text related things for his that is due to me almost passing up the greatest of chances to use one of the most cheesy one’s i could legit see him telling his s/o.
McCree x Reader, Genji x Reader, Hanzo x Reader (separate)
McCree
You sat at your desk, taping your pencil on the open notebook laid out in front of you. Yes, it was quite old fashioned to be using pencil and paper to write and sketch out ideas, but it always helped to express the way you wanted things.
You had been up late into the night, lead dragging across paper as you focused on your work; your tongue poking out of your mouth in concentration. You hadn’t bothered to glance at the clock, finding no particular need to as the dark night sky could be seen through a window.
“This doesn’t look right…” You mumbled to yourself, eyes scanning over the strokes, tilting your head to the side, your lip between your teeth.
“Darlin’,” The oh-so-familiar southern accent filled your ears, pulling you away from your work, “What are ya doin’ up?”
“Huh?” You spun around in your chair, facing the male who stood behind you — or now in front — dressed in his pajamas.
He leaned against the doorway, letting out a soft yawn, his sleepy eyes catching yours.
“I was just finishing up somethings,” You began nodding your head to your work, “I was gonna be heading off once I finished.”
Jesse pouted his bottom lip before stepping in, taking hold of your wrist, lifting your hand to meet his lips. You blushed at the gesture, eyes widened as you hesitantly pulled away.
“Ya need to take better of yaself, Darlin’. I know ya wanna finish yer project, but sleep is more important.” He said, a displeased tone hinting in his words.
You sighed, slowly nodding your head, “Fine, but let me finish this real quick and I promise I’ll head off to bed, okay?” You tried to make a deal.
Jesse stayed quiet, “Okay. Then off to bed with ya.” He mumbled.
You smiled softly, “Goodnight.” You stood up, wrapping your arms around him in a hug, the male soon returning one.
“Goodnight, Darlin’.” He tiredly spoke, hooking his finger under your chin and lifting your head up, connecting his lips to yours.
You felt butterflies dance around in you stomach — having never kissed Jesse before. Your cheeks heated up significantly more than when he placed his lips on the back of your hand. You kissed him back before pulling away, being met with a sleepy grin from Jesse.
“Goodnight.”
Genji
You shot awake, heart racing and covered in sweat. You held your hand to your chest, gasping for air as you tried to calm your beating heart.
‘Another nightmare.’ You thought, groaning as you sat up.
It all seemed so real; being in a battle with Talon, your comrades beside you until they all began to perish, falling at the feet of Talon soldiers. Your boyfriend, Genji, had protected you, shielding you from the rain of bullets that came down on you, violently yelling at you to run before he too crumbled to the ground.
You rubbed your eyes, tears caressing your skin. The thought of losing everyone, losing Genji, was painful. The dream had driven you to tears; imagining the people you loved and cared for had died in battle with the enemy.
Slowly, you peeled back your blankets, shivering as your heated skin came in contact with the cool air. You shuffled around in the dark, stepping into your slippers before leaving your room, hearing the door shut behind you.
You made your way to Genji’s quarters, always being comforted with his presence — especially at a time like this. You gave a small knock on his door, careful not to wake anyone that could be up. You waited for a few minutes, rubbing the back of your arm.
The door before you opened, revealing the cyborg. His faceplate was gone, leaving his captivating, ambers eyes and scar-littered skin vulnerable under your eyes.
“Another one?” Was all he said, receiving a nod from you, “Come here.” He murmured, arms wide for a hug.
You took it, your arms coming up to wrap around his middle, your face in the crook of neck.
“That bad?” He asked, his hand stroking the back of your head, fingers tangling in a few locks of your hair.
You nodded again, squeezing him tighter as your mind flashed the image of him dying, wrenching your heart.
“Want to talk about it?”
You paused before shaking your head no, “Not right now.”
He could tell you were shaken up, particularly used to you showing up at his door at night after a nightmare. Your quivers bottom lip, trembling shoulders and tear-stained cheeks were enough to tell him.
“Then let’s get inside.” He said, guiding you to his bed.
You laid down, doing your ritual — whenever you came into his room after the nightmares — kicking your slippers off and crawling under the covers, pulling Genji down to lay beside you.
You both stayed together in silence for a few moments; nothing awkward, it was just you both basking in each other’s company. His arms were around you, holding you close to his body, chin resting on top of your head.
“Thank you.” You mumbled softly.
“No need to thank me. I’m glad to do this.” He said, his thumb gliding over your shoulder.
You looked up into his eyes, immediately noticing the affection they held before leaning in, pressing your lips to his. Genji automatically melted in, a first surprised by your sudden confidence to kiss him, but that was soon washed away.
The kiss was sweet; holding many unsaid words behind it, expressing how you both felt.
You both pulled away, eyes heavy lidded before moving in closer; no space between your bodies. Your head returned to the base of his neck, tangling your legs with his before slowly drifting off to sleep, knowing full well the nightmares wouldn’t touch you while in Genji’s arms.
Hanzo
Today Hanzo was set to travel back to Hanamura on a mission. It was said that their was Talon movement sighted there and there was a need for stealth.
The Shimada brothers had volunteered themselves without hesitation; it was once there home, no matter how many dark memories took place there.
You bit your lip at the news, hearing your boyfriend and his brother were to be leaving in the next few hours to come. You hadn’t seen him all day, knowing he was currently preparing for his departure. Everyone knew how this mission could turn for the worse; Talon capturing the brothers and try to draw information out of them using different methods.
You were scared. Not at the thought of them giving away information on Overwatch, knowing full neither of them would ever speak no matter how agonizing the forms of torture were. No, you were scared of Hanzo falling at the feet of a low Talon soldier. You were scared of losing him.
You paced back and forth, your nails becoming shorter and shorter as time inched by, your teeth taking away bits as your mind reeled different scenarios in your head — each one of them negative and making your heart rate pick up.
You had faith that they would come back unharmed, but you still feared for their safety; no other teammates to rely on and no backup to arrive when things got hairy — it would just be Genji and Hanzo.
You heard the call over the speakers, Athena announcing the amount of time until the brothers’ departure.
‘Only 5 minutes.’ You repeated to yourself, making your way to where the boys currently loaded their ship with supplies.
You caught sight of Hanzo, his hair tied back with a deep blue ribbon you had gifted him a few weeks after your first date. Your heart fluttered as he looked up to see you, a smile toying at the corner of his lips.
Other Overwatch agents had join with you, saying their ‘farewell’s and ‘good luck’s to the two males. Time ticked by and soon it was time for the two to leave.
Hanzo stood before you, hand cupping your cheek as his thumb glided against your cheekbone, “I will come back to you.” He said, gazing into your eyes, his voice low enough for his words to only reach you.
“Promise?” You placed your hand on the back of his, leaning into his gentle touch.
“I promise.” He nodded before pulling away.
You had wanted to hug him, tell him you loved him, but, knowing the male, he’d most likely give you a grunt, reminding you that he was not a fan of displaying affection in front of others.
He whispered a ‘goodbye’ to you before turning his back, making his way to the ship.
You reached out and took hold of his forearm, stopping him in his tracks. Your fellow agents glanced over at you two in utter confusion; why had you stopped him?
“What is it?” Hanzo asked.
You blushed before gathering the courage to tug him toward you, colliding your lips into his. You shut your eyes savoring the sensation of his lips pressed to yours; Hanzo’s eyes widened in shock. A few people whistled at your actions.
You pulled away from him before he had the chance to think of kissing back, “Stay safe.”
“I will.” He murmured before taking the lead and pulling you into a short kiss, his face lit aflame from the boiling embarrassment that began to churn in his stomach as he board the ship, leaving you to deal with your own flushed cheeks.
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