Ok Ok, I Was The One Who Just Sent In The Genji Appreciation Thingy And I Have To Request Something But

I’m waking up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust I’m breathing in the chemicals I’m breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse [x]

Love LOVE your Hazard x reader stories. <333 If I may request something... how about Hazard and reader go out on a lil dinner date? Mayhaps with a kiss at the end? I think Hazard's reaction can be quite funny depending to what kind of restaurant they go to :D

First Date

Hazard x Reader [REQUEST]

A/N: Honestly I set the scenario to be somewhere fancy since the more that I thought about it the more a bit funny it got. Just a big ol nervous punk man, in a fancy restaurant trying to impress his date.

Summary: You and Hazard have been going back and forth with some flirting, until he decides to take the big step and take you out.

Hazard wasn’t the type to hesitate. He was bold, cocky, and always quick with a flirty quip that made your cheeks burn and your heart race. But when he finally asked you out after weeks of playful banter, it was surprisingly awkward.

“So, uh… ye wanna grab dinner sometime? Like, proper dinner, no’ just chips at the pub” he’d blurted out one evening, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets and his usual smirk faltering.

You’d teased him, of course—how could you not? But the pink creeping up his ears had been endearing enough for you to say yes.

Now, standing outside your apartment on the night of your first date, Hazard looked downright nervous. His usual swagger was still there, but it was muted. His foot tapped against the ground, and he kept adjusting his jacket as though it didn’t sit right. When you stepped out, his head snapped up, and he gave you a lopsided grin.

“Ach, look at ye” he said, his voice just a bit too casual. “All dolled up an’ ready tae make me look bad.”

“Maybe you’re just nervous” you teased, locking the door behind you.

“Nervous? Me? Aye, right.” He scoffed, but his laugh was a little too quick, and he avoided your gaze. “Let’s jus’ get goin’, aye?”

You’d chosen a small Italian restaurant, thinking the warm lighting and cozy vibe would ease any tension. But as soon as you stepped inside, you noticed Hazard stiffen. He looked around, eyes darting from the checkered tablecloths to the shelves of wine bottles.

“Bloody hell” he muttered under his breath. “This is… fancy.”

“It’s not that fancy” you said, leading him to your table. “Come on, sit. It’s just dinner.”

He sat, slouching slightly in his chair and grabbing the menu like it was a lifeline. But instead of reading it, he just stared, his brow furrowed.

“Ye ever think they make these menus complicated on purpose?” he asked, pointing at a random word. “What’s a… car-bon-air-a? Sounds like a bloody car part.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s pasta. Want me to order for you?”

“Aye, might as well. Dinnae want tae end up wi’ somethin’ I cannae pronounce.”

You ordered for both of you—gnocchi for him, carbonara for yourself—and Hazard leaned back in his chair, trying to look relaxed. But his fingers tapped against the table, and his knee bounced under it.

“So” you said, resting your chin on your hand. “You’re really nervous, huh?”

His head shot up, and his cheeks flushed slightly. “What? Naw. I’m just... thinkin’. About how tae top this date when ye inevitably want another one.”

“Oh, inevitably?” you teased. “Confident, aren’t you?”

His smirk returned, though it was weaker than usual. “Fake it till ye make it, eh?”

When the food arrived, Hazard’s nerves seemed to ease a bit. He took a cautious bite of the gnocchi, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly masked his reaction.

“Alright” he said, pointing at you with his fork. “This is no’ bad. Ye’ve got decent taste, I’ll give ye that.”

“Glad you approve” you said with a grin.

As the night went on, the conversation flowed easier. Hazard’s stories—full of his usual charm and mischief—had you laughing until your sides hurt. You could see him relax little by little, the fidgeting fading as he leaned into the moment.

By the time dessert arrived, Hazard was back to his usual self, teasing you about how seriously you were enjoying your tiramisu.

“Ye’ve got cream on yer lip” he said, smirking.

“No, I don’t” you shot back, wiping at your mouth.

“Aye, ye do.” He leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand. “Want me tae get it for ye?”

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Outside, the air was crisp and cool, and Hazard walked beside you with his hands shoved in his jacket pockets. The streetlights cast a warm glow, and the quiet night felt almost surreal after the lively energy of the restaurant.

“You had fun” you said, breaking the silence.

“Aye” he admitted, glancing at you. “Ye dinnae make it easy, though. Couldnae tell if ye were serious half the time or just takin’ the piss.”

You stopped walking, turning to face him. “Hazard.”

“What?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

Instead of answering, you stepped closer and kissed him. It was soft but firm, lingering just long enough for him to register what was happening. His breath hitched, and for a moment, he froze, as if he couldn’t believe it.

When you pulled back, Hazard stared at you, his lips slightly parted and his cheeks flushed. “Oh…wow okay—” he muttered, a hand rising to touch his mouth.

“Does that answer your question?” you asked, grinning.

He blinked, then laughed—a warm, genuine sound that made your heart skip a beat. “Aye, it does.”

As the two of you started walking again, Hazard glanced at you, his smirk returning. “Ye know, if this is yer way o’ sayin’ ye’d go out wi’ me again, ye could’ve just told me.”

“But this was more fun” you said, bumping your shoulder against his.

“Aye, I’ll give ye that” he said, grinning. “But next time, I’m pickin’ the spot. Gotta make sure ye know what ye’re missin’ wi’ all this posh food.”

“Next time, huh?”

He winked, his nerves finally gone. “Oh, there’ll be a next time. Dinnae think ye’re gettin’ rid o’ me that easy.”

As you walked together into the night, you couldn’t help but smile. For all his bravado and nerves, Hazard had made the evening unforgettable—and you couldn’t wait to see where things would go from here.

They love each other so much and everyone knows 🥺🥺🥺

Waaahhh I miss them so much 😭

Phantom Pain

Genji Shimada x Reader

Most of Genji's time at Overwatch has mostly been the same. He always would go to Dr. Ziegler, when something would happen with his many prosthetics. Missing an arm and 2 legs was something he never really could accept. His reflection always put him off even after coming to terms and accepting his new life. Genji still was able to do what he was able to before, I infact better with his range of motion heightened in his legs, making jumping easier and his jumps holding more power than they did before. But there would be days he felt the loss of his limbs, stings of pain would shoot through his missing extremities. Aches would plauge his day. Sometimes, it would just be a feeling for a moment, and others it would last for hours with seemingly no end to the pain. Those days were always his worst.

Angela always helped him, always giving him explanations on why it's happening and she would treat him the way she could. Genji always knew it was something to expect. In fact, when he first woke up with his limbs replaced, he was told the news and what to expect. But with how much mirror therapy and medications sometimes they never worked, Genji hated the fact they never truly worked.

He knew stress could impact the severity of how painful it could be. Meditation was something that grew to be just as important as training for him. Genji thought he was at peace with himself, with his life, but deep down, he was still lonely. He went from a man with a family, maybe not a good one, but Hanzo was there when he was younger and had the time. And Genji would always have a girlfriend, someone to talk his mind to and someone to be there for him. At Overwatch, that wasn't there.

Sure, at Overwatch, he had friends. Angela was friendly, and so was everybody else. But he never had someone close to someone who made that spark in his heart and someone to hold close.

Those days where he would lay there in pain, each stump of his throbbing made it hurt to walk or let alone stand in place. His whole body ached, the metal feeling like in was still his flesh, and every single cell was in pain. He just wished someone was there for him. He wished he wasn't so alone. Meditation felt impossible, and he just needed to be grounded. But nobody could willingly hold someone more metal than skin. He was accepting of himself, but that didn't hold true to everyone.

Genji kept everyone's at arms length. The only individual he spoke his mind to was Zenyatta, and even then, it wasn't about his love life. Any desire he pushed down, he focused on the blade rather than his heart. That was until he saw someone who caught his eye.

Usually, he would be cordial with anyone he saw as attractive, but he couldn't shake it away when talking to you. The way you smiled at him, the way you played with the hem of your shirt when talking to him, the way your face flushed when he said your name. You blushed when he spoke, and he couldn't help but smile when you did. Weeks passed and you two continued to get closer and closer, he didn't open up much but you could tell he was comfortable around you. He loved how much you had in common, a similar sense in humor and a bond over shared interests.

Genji had caught feelings, and as a leap of faith, he asked you to go on a date. Of course, you said yes. It was Genji, after all. He brought you to a secluded spot out of the city, a place with a perfect view of the night sky. You saw his face for the first time, and after that, you two were inseparable. Eventually, he would start staying the night at your place, always helping with any chores or watching a show together. Nights every once a while turned to once a week, and then all of a sudden, your boyfriend was living with you.

Genji was a joy to live with. He did his part of chores, and rent was always paid in time. But some days, he would be slightly off. He always would brush you off, either saying its pain from training or a rough nights sleep. Eventually, he would say it was medical things to do with his injuries, but it was nothing to worry about. He was used to it. He told you of his past, his near death, and the remnants of his body after his fight. He told you about phantom pain, but brushing it off by saying he has medication for it and you never really questioned him. Genji was an honest man and partner. He never had a reason to be dishonest.

But one day, you both were home. It was one of those days he seemed off. Genji looked horrible. His face was pale, and he was distant. He was just laying on your shared bed.

"Genji, what's wrong? You can tell me."

Genji's eyes shifting slightly to look up to you, he gulped for speaking.

"It's nothing.. just health things."

He told you about his flare-ups of pains, the feeling that his body was still one piece, and it would feel weird or hurt. But you never saw him like this before. You sighed before sitting the bed beside him, running fingers through his hair.

"I can help you, just say the word, and I'll do it."

You felt Genji melt into your touch, a soft hum coming from him.

"Just hold me.. please."

You shifted so you were lying down beside him, his back facing you. Wrapping an arm around his stomach, you nuzzled into the back of his neck, his black hair tickling your face. You felt Genji's body relaxed a bit. You ran your hand up and down his stomach, which seemed to relax him more. He let out another content hum, his human hand reaching to pat your arm.

"Thank you, this.. this helps. It helps me alot more then anything else I've tried for this."

Genji never really went too far into what it was like. You only knew what the internet had to say of what it was like to feel phantom pain. But anything to help your boyfriend was something you were willing to do. Hearing his fast-paced breaths turn to slower and more relaxed ones was enough to make you want to stay there for him. And the soft snores that came from him after only a couple minutes was enough to make you want to stay there forever.

How would it be a first date with Jack, Hanzo and Moira? 🌸 Also loved the hc thank you so much 💖

Sure thing, anon. Actually I wrote this a long time ago but they were in Spanish (Versión en Español (pt 1) (pt 2)) so I just translated them. I hope you enjoy them, and I hope my english isn’t too bad. Aaaaaaah kill me UvU

Soldier 76

Give this poor man a break. He just wants to fall in love again.

But he want a pure, long lasting love

I think the first time he asks you out, he takes you for a walk at dawn in the park.

He offers you his elbow so you can walk by his side.

During the promenade you guys would talk about well, everything.

Don’t expect a lot of details about his private life yet; he will need a lot of time to trust you entirely.

If you get tired, Jack would look for a bench with a nice view so you can sit a while and keep talking or just stare in silence.

Old habits never die, he accompanies you to the front door of your house and doesn’t go till you get inside. 

Hanzo

He is not the kind of guy that goes out with anybody so he would have to like you a loooooot to ask you out

Hanzo’s perfect date is a tea/coffee place where you can sit and have a nice talk.

Don’t you even dare to pay! He wouldn’t let you even if you invited him first.

At the beginning he would be serious but don’t worry it’s just part of his personality. After all, he’s trying to impress you with his modals and etiquette. 

Yes, even in a small coffee, he’ll make sure to keep his composure.

I think one hour will be enough for him to start having a more get-along attitude.

If the talk gets better maybe Hanzo would offer you small smiles every now and then.

You’ll notice that he’ll stare a lot, there’s nothing wrong; he’s just taking notes.

Don’t expect a first date kiss. He is attracted to you but he’s a reserved person. Plus, he doesn’t want to ruin such a nice date with a childish kiss.

Moira

She’s not the one to invite. You’ll have to invite her first.

Museum date, where she can share with you her knowledge and views on the pieces of art. Actually, it’s pretty interesting, she knows how to keep your attention.

A date with Moira could be a bit uncomfortable

She’s too sarcastic and her humor it’s not for everybody. But you’re on a date with you, right? That means she’s interested so she’ll try to make a better conversation. 

You’ll find yourself mesmerized by her admiring the museum.

If she really likes you, you’ll hear small compliments dressed as insults like: “Uhm, you surprise me.” After you say something smart.

Moira stays into the museum until closing time. Actually, a guard had to ask you to leave.

 Anyway, you go to a bar and have a drink after that.

She takes you back home.

No kissing. Maybe just a small peek on the cheek or on the back of her hand. 

A war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death, and the Cube was lost to the far reaches of space. We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it and rebuild our home. Searching every star, every world. And just when all hope seemed lost, message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called… Earth. Transformers (2007) dir. Michael Bay

Optimus Prime and Bumblebee father/son appreciation post

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

“I Thought You Were Dead!” - Genji Shimada

Pairing: Genji Shimada x reader

Genre: angst -> fluff

Word Count: 1k

Summary: its been two years since your boyfriend, Genji, died tragically. now, you’re being stalked & that figure in the shadows seems a little too familiar

CW: mentions of death, loss of a loved one, stalking, reader gets attacked, allusion to kidnapping?? panic attack if you squint

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It’s raining when you receive the call. A broken voice on the other line uttering words you never wanted to hear: your boyfriend, Genji Shimada, died at the hands of his older brother. 

You drop the phone and sink to your knees, an animalistic sob tearing through you. It feels like your heart is going to fall out of your chest. 

He was the love of your life, the only person who ever truly understood you. You thought you’d get married some day. Instead, the last time you see him will be in a casket. 

If only he was still here. You would do anything to get him back, but that doesn’t matter now. 

He’s gone. 

—

(Two years later)

Someone is following you. 

For the past week, you’ve felt their presence. On your way to work, while you’re working and on the way home, even when you’re in your house alone at night. You can feel eyes on you, lingering. 

Tonight as you close up shop at the dead store, you feel their eyes once more. It’s dark outside, the only lights being the ones casted from your storefront. Plus, you’re the last one working. You’re all alone, and you’re being watched. 

Not that if any of your coworkers would help. The only person you told tried to talk you down and say you’re just being paranoid, and the others would probably think you’re crazy. So you bit your lip and tried to ignore the problem. 

You finish closing earlier than usual and waste no time in getting the hell out of there. You live close so you walk to work most days, but tonight you keep your house keys between your fingers and turn at every noise. 

You know that there’s someone there and if you could just turn around and catch them—anything to justify your paranoia, that urge to run. There’s a feeling that you just can’t shake, one that says you’re going to die tonight. 

Your mind flickers for a second, like every time you think of death, you think of the love of your life. You wonder if he knew he was going to die that night, if he expected it. Was he scared? Genji was so cocky sometimes, you could hardly believe he’d ever admit to being scared. But knowing him the way you did, you think despite his best efforts at hiding it, he was terrified. 

You turn the corner, only a few blocks from home now when you hear another noise. Your head flicks over your shoulder, and that’s when you see it. A shadow on the roof, their eyes following you. 

That’s all it takes for you to start running. 

You break into a sprint, shoes pounding the pavement. It’s cold out, and you’re trying your best not to slip. You turn again, and run face to chest into a brick wall of a man. 

His arms are spinning you around and tugging yours behind your back before you can even register what happened. As soon as the realization dawns on you, you’re struggling. Kicking against him and trying to escape. 

There’s a glint of metal on the rooftop above you, followed by the soft thud of footsteps. The fight is a blur, all you know is that the man that had you is now on the ground. 

You spin around to face your saviour. The dim streetlights cause the surface of his silvery armour to glimmer. Green lights dance across his body. You’ve never seen him before, but there’s an air of familiarity. 

“Y-you saved me,” you stutter out. 

He nods slowly, not speaking. 

You squint at him. He looks almost the same height as the shadow on the roof earlier. In fact, his build is eerily similar to the one that’s been chasing you. 

“You’ve been following me,” you state. 

“Not you,” his voice is metallic, but underneath it, you can pick out the slight inflections. He’s human. He points at the man laying crumpled on the ground, “him.”

“So he was the one following me?”

He nods, “I was just trying to protect you.”

It makes sense, but you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more behind his words. Something he’s not telling you about who he is, or what he’s doing there. 

“So, are you going to tell me your name or am I just going to call you green cyborg ninja dude?”

“Green cyborg ninja dude?” He scoffs, “I have a name.”

“But?”

You can already feel where this is going, and you’re not sure if you like it or not. 

“I don’t want to scare you…”

“You saved my life, how could I ever be scared of you?”

He sighs, and his metallic fingers press the sides of his visor. Carefully, he pulls it over his head. You’re in shock. Though his face is scarred, you would recognize him anywhere. 

Somehow, against all odds, Genji Shimada is standing in front of you. Alive. 

“G-Genji?” You don’t even finish before the tears start. There’s no way he’s here—you went to his service, you grieved him. 

“Y/n,” he mumbles, reaching out for you before stopping midway. “I-I know this must be shocking.”

“I thought you were dead!” You wail. 

Your voice echoes off the walls, mixing with the sounds of your choked sobs. Genji stares at you, unsure of what to do. He wants to comfort you, but he doesn’t know where your boundaries are after being gone so long. are—how are y-you here?

“Fuck it,” he mutters to himself and tugs you into his chest. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here—deep breaths, okay? I’ll tell you everything, just calm down.”

You sob into his armour, hands pounding on his chest. Genji holds you regardless, and his touch is so familiar it only makes you cry harder. 

“I missed you so much,” you whimper into him. 

He rubs your back, “I missed you too, baby. But I promise, I won’t leave you again. Never again, okay?”

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ME3 Fan Ending (Animatic)

just some Gabe and Martina headcanons cause I just keep thinking about them.

they met during high school, they meet through a mutual friend that introduced them and Gabe fell in love instantly. Gabe liked to play the bad boy persona but when he was around her, he turned into a squishy mess. 

Gabe immediately went into the army after high school but still kept in contact with Martina. she was his texting buddy, Gabe got more courage through the phone to ask her out and promised to take her somewhere nice when he was done with training. 

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