Guess We Old Soldiers Are Hard To Kill. But I Should Have Known. You Always Took His Side. He Did This

Can I ask for a request: Prime and reader female human. NSFW. Prime notices something that reader has done, not understanding that it was a cybertronian way. This angers Prime but forces him to realize his feelings for the reader.

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Alien Courting Customs, Courting Miscommunications

Prime does his best to ignore it at first. He assumes it’s a human thing and goes about his day. Or at least he tries. It’s distracting. It’s the middle of a war and he knows it’s not appropriate but that doesn’t stop him from noticing. You always remind him to refuel. It’s a common human custom to take meals together and he knows this but it still feels special between the two of you. Maybe it’s just him. He looks forward to spending time with you and that’s his undoing.

You start doing it with Wheeljack when he first shows up. The mech takes it as flirting and is shameless in letting you know. Prime watches from the back as it happens, letting you determine how to go about your life. Ratchet keeps giving him look, telling him to go talk to you. He only makes the decision to talk once Jack takes it a step farther by inviting you to eat alone. You don’t think anything of it but Prime is more than a little annoyed.

He asks you to meet with him after Jack leaves, mostly to try and explain Cybertronian customs. You’re confused and a little flattered, trying to explain to Optimus that you’re not interested in Jack. It isn’t until Prime kisses you that you finally seem to understand. Your eyes go wide and he explains how on his planet, eating together privately is a romantic gesture.

There isn’t as much talking after that as Prime would have liked. You’re clearly enjoying everything that he’s doing to you and he’s trying to keep it together. Watching you orgasm almost sends him over the edge. The two of you spend the rest of day together and he looks forward to talking about this more. If he can get out from between your legs.

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Ft. Any Cayde-6 user

Title: Midnight Hauntings

Time: some ungodly hour in the morning

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The Guardian was actually not expecting herself to have a “Hunter Vanguard” stay at her room for the night, Her and Cayde had been friends for some time now before starting a romantic relationship.

Bringing herself from slumber, she felt the side of her head on his chest, she did a small nuzzle on him, not long before she shot up to a loud crash outside her room in the distance, looking towards her room door before turning her head to the sleeping EXO.

“Cayde! Cayde!” She whispered in fear, hand shaking his chest, no matter how much she tried to get him to wake up, she failed.

She then moves to shift her legs to the edge of the bed, before standing on her feet, making her way to her side of the nightstand, opening one of the drawers and getting her gun out before wondering to the door.

The hatch metal door opened at her command, hiding in the doorframe as she pointed her gun to her right and left, looking over a shoulder to see if he woke, but he remained asleep on her bed.

Later turning her head to the dark hallway, she wonders out to investigate what caused the loud crash that woke her from her sleep.

After some wondering, she hid in a corner of the hall that’s straight, with a left and right turns, pointing her gun at each direction, the hallway is clear, very silent.

She turns left, continuing to slowly wonder, assuming that crash came from somewhere that’s distant from where her room is.

After some more wondering and finding spots of the hallway clear, a chill went down her spine, heavy breathing as she sees that a window broken with glass shards on the floor, it is clear that someone must have broke in.

She aims her gun as she heard the sound of something run past her from behind, she moves up to hide at another corner, she can feel her heartbeat starting to go faster, her arms were beginning to shake while she points her gun left and right.

It was clear, scared to speak… she moves forward down the hallway, later startled by loud banging and snarling coming from one of the doors, causing her to run down the hallway before hiding herself behind another corner.

Shaking in fear, panic slowly beginning to rise… she slowly peeks her head over the corner, the snarling and the banging behind the door seemed to stop, leaving her in quiet sounds in the air drifting in the hallway.

She looks to her right, tightening her grip on her gun… she later looks to her left, greeted by something that stood many feet away from her, light flickering, it didn’t look human.

The figure had its head down, breathing weakly… she slowly brought her gun to aim at the figure with her trembling hands, finding it slowly moving its head up to stare blankly at her with a creepy-looking face, causing the female hunter a racing heartbeat.

“W-What the hell..?” She thought to herself.

She can feel it pounding out of her chest, her quiet panicked breathing brought the figure to a horrible smile, causing it to run towards her, she lets out a loud scream as she ran down the hallway while the figure chased her with bolting legs.

She later ran into a dead end, panicking as the figure walked towards her before pouncing her against the wall, clenching her eyes shut tightly, turning her head to the right, holding the weapon so she wouldn’t be able to shoot it, she fought back in fear as it held her hands, trying to avoid being killed by it.

Later feeling reality come to her, she felt an actual hand gripping on her right wrist… another hand on her left shoulder, she can hear the sound of someone snapping her out of the darkness that is tormenting her.

Slowly opening her eyes, she sees that it wasn’t that dark figure that isn’t pinning her against the wall, she slowly turns her head to see that it’s Cayde and the Ghosts that are behind them.

She sees him with a worried look on his face, her heartbeat can still be heard pounding in her chest with panicked breaths.

“C-Cayde… I… I…” She was trying to explain why she was out here at this hour, but couldn’t get the words out of her mouth due to fear, tears beginning to fall.

She felt his arms wrap around her before being pulled into his chest, her body shaking while gripping him tightly.

“I… I…” her voice was now breaking from what she saw in those dark halls.

Overwatch Headcanon:

Hanzo and Genji's dragons are the opposites of them. They reflect what they needed to learn when they were younger.

Genji needed to learn responsibility, so his dragon (Soba) is serious and is almost like a stern parent.

Hanzo needed to learn how to let loose and not be so serious, so his dragons (Udon & Ramen) are utter goofballs.

Genji learns to be serious, so now he takes it upon himself to teach Soba how to have fun. Soba is reluctant, but she loves her master so she is willing to learn.

Hanzo is slowly learning not to be so serious all the time with his dragons help. But sometimes they're too much to handle and go out and cause mayhem. Soba feels like she has to teach them to tone it down.

ever have a hyperfixation hit out of nowhere? anyways

gabriel reyes had everything. a family, friends, all of overwatch, basically anything he could want in the midst of war. and then he died. soldiers are content to die for their country, for what they believe in. surely gabriel wanted the same thing. and then medics ripped him from the hands of death and put him in a world of which he did not belong to anymore. he should not be able to exist in his current state, where his body is constantly dying and reconstructing and dying and reconstructing. he can never truly die and he never will. he had everything stripped from him via a new chance at life. he lost everything and turned to darkness because in his mind it was the only option he had left. he was a monster, no one would want a monster like him. so he embraced it. reaper became the very things gabriel reyes swore to destroy. there's such a heavy facade of an apathetic, sadistic killer that not even he recognizes the broken, marred shell of a man when he takes off his mask. he still feels pain, he wants nothing more than to finally move on but the universe refuses to let him do so. he still has his emotions and regrets and fears but it's all suppressed, hidden under a mask and a cloak. he is the embodiment of death, as the man who died and was brought back. the man who is constantly dying. the man who died as gabriel reyes and came back a monster. a monster made by other people and a monster made by himself. i'm. insane about overwatch lore i wish the game was actually good

Florence Castle's HEROES OF CYBERTRON - Episodio Speciale 02: JAZZ

Seconda puntata speciale. Oggi infatti è il compleanno di @jazzluca e pertanto la festeggerò passando sotto i riflettori sul suo Autobot preferito...

NOTA: Alcune immagini non sono mie, ma vengono dal sito DeviantArt. Articolo scritto da me, con l'approvazione di @jazzluca.

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SPECIALE 2: JAZZ, un guerriero “stiloso”

Fallo con stile o non farlo affatto!, questa è la sua filosofia di vita. Un Bot dal riconoscibilissimo altmode di Porsche 935 Turbo, sempre appassionato di modi e costumi delle culture autoctone di qualunque pianeta su cui si rechi (come la nostra Terra), il cui ruolo principale è sempre rimasto quello di agente speciale e sabotatore. Abilissimo guerriero, JAZZ (Tigre da noi in Italia) è il Bot “giusto” per antonomasia, abituato appunto a fare tutto con stile. In generale, egli è il braccio destro di Optimus Prime fin da prima della partenza da Cybertroncon l’Arca, ma dopo l’esilio sulla Terra questo suo ruolo si fa altalenante, forse perché troppo occupato a immergersi nelle abitudini terrestri. Quando però la situazione lo richiede, Jazz è sempre pronto ad affrontare i Decepticon con la sua abilità e i suoi potenti altoparlanti che sparano musica a palla! Ormai all’attivo conta ben cinque apparizioni nei millemila universi Transformer, di cui almeno una nel Movie-verso, e per questo motivo entra di diritto nella Hall of Fame dei TF.

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Del G1 Jazz contiamo apparizioni nel cartone, nel film del 1986 (come membro della Base Luna Uno insieme al buon Cliffjumper) nei fumetti “classici” della Marvel e in quelli “moderni” della IDW con tanto di Spotlight, ma la popolarità del personaggio raggiunge l’apice in concomitanza dell’uscita nel 2007 del primo capitolo della saga live action di Michael Bay: sia nel suddetto lungometraggio sia nei fumetti ad esso dedicati, Jazz non si trasforma più in una Porsche ma in una Pontiac Solstice argentata, pur mantenendo però l’iconico assetto della testa con le “orecchie di gatto” e il visore, ora retrattile. In questa continuità Jazz mantiene il ruolo di primo ufficiale e il pallino nell’assimilare le culture aliene con tanto di famosa/famigerata parlantina da “figone” («Ciao, raga. Che si dice? Ganzo, questo posto... ci sto dentro!»); purtroppo, la sua sarà un’apparizione una tantum, giacché il povero Bot finirà fatalmente e letteralmente spaccato a metà dal redivivo Megatron.

Per sua fortuna, quel gran genio di Derrick J. Wyatt lo “resuscita” per un ruolo da protagonista nella sua serie capolavoro Animated, etichettandolo addirittura come membro della Guardia d’Élite di Ultra Magnus e abilissimo esperto nelle arti marziali armato di nunchuck, nonché un Bot curioso ed interessato a conoscere le culture aliene, anche quelle organiche... proprio come il G1! La cattiva notizia per noi fan italiani è che le sue gesta non vanno oltre la Stagione 2, a causa della mancata importazione della 3 in terra nostrana. E secondo The Allspark Almanac II, nella defunta Stagione 4 Jazz sarebbe stato inserito nel cast principale al posto di Prowl, così come Ironhide avrebbe sostituito Bulkhead – un palese rimando all’entourage ristretto del primo film di Bay!

L’anno seguente, in occasione della BotCon, a Jazz tocca anche una particina nell’universo speculare Shattered Glass (accompagnato addirittura dal fratello gemello Ricochet) ma nonostante adesso sia un Autobot “cattivo”, sfoggia uno schema di colori identico al G1... ehm, al G2 Jazz “buono”, stereotipato al punto che parla come il mitico B. A. Baracus della serie TV A-Team.

Il viaggio di Jazz non finisce qui. Già nella Continuità Allineata, infatti, egli copre un paio di ruoli importanti nei romanzi di Alex Irvine, nelle serie animate e nei videogiochi del dinamico duo Activision/High Moon Studios. Nel secondo caso, avremmo dovuto vederlo in azione nella serie in CGI TRANSFORMERS: Prime (con tanto di design curato dall’artista nostrano Emiliano Santalucia) e invece le nostre erano state delle speranze infrante. Per fortuna, il debutto del personaggio nelle serie moderne risale a una puntata della serie Robot in Disguise 2015, Sottoterra della Stagione 1: mandato sulla Terra dall’Alto Consiglio per indagare sull’incidente della nave-prigione Alchemor, Jazz incontra la squadra di Bumblebee, e insieme catturano l’ennesimo Decepticon fuggitivo, non senza prima aver insegnato un paio di dritte a un entusiasta Sideswipe. In questa veste, Jazz è sempre il guerriero rilassato, fermo, estroverso e giovale che abbiamo imparato a conoscere, e la sua leggendaria capacità di mantenere la calma nelle situazioni critiche è tale che gli permette di sconfiggere anche i nemici più pericolosi; ma nello stesso tempo è talmente estroverso da diventare subito simpatico agli occhi di Sideswipe, quasi come fosse un fratello maggiore! La cosa sorprendente è che l’aspetto generale del personaggio non solo è reminiscente alla controparte G1, ma possiede anche lo stesso potere dello “spettacolo di luci e suoni stordente” tipico dell’antenato originale, nonché l’inedito visore retrattile ereditato dall’omonimo Movie. Nell’e-dizione italiana, inoltre, è doppiato da Gabriele Calindri, la stessa dell’omonimo Animated, quindi potremo dire che a questo punto il cerchio si chiude, no?

Anche nella Cybertron devastata dalla Guerra nella fortunata saga di videogiochi La Battaglia per Cybertron Jazz è sempre stato un protagonista versatile: se nel primo capitolo lo vediamo solo come cameoe poi come personaggio DLC per la campagna multiplayer, nel secondo (dal titolo La Caduta di Cybertron) è addirittura coinvolto nella pericolosa missione di recupero di Grimlock nel Mare di Ruggine, accompagnato da Cliffjumper come nel film dell’86: qui il nostro amico ha come talento speciale l’utilizzo di un rampino, che gli permette non solo di spostare oggetti altrimenti troppo pesanti ma anche di issarsi da una piattaforma all’altra. In questo senso, il Jazz Cybertroniano è praticamente l’alter ego alieno del G1 con annesso l’assetto pre-terrestre del robot e del veicolo, nonché il suo “biglietto da visita” che compare tra i tanti suggerimenti durante i caricamenti del gioco!

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La domanda che sorge spontanea è: quanti modellini Jazz ha avuto nel corso della sua esistenza? Ce ne sono tantissimi: basti pensare che, considerando quelli più importanti, il G1 ne conti meno di dieci (inclusa la ristampa G2), tra modellini originali “classici” e rivisitazioni moderne. Il più “anziano” di tutti è ovviamente il G1 del 1984, o meglio il Diaclone dell’anno precedente, lo stesso modellino che l’italiana GIG importò dal Giappone insieme ai primissimi TF con i nomi italianizzati, appunto, e Jazz fu uno dei primi ad essere pubblicizzato – ricordate gli spot sul retro dei numeri di Topolino dell’epoca? Non solo, rilasciò anche un gift set chiamato Set Commandos con le figure di Jazz, Bumblebee, Grimlock e Starscream, e il boom classicheggiante continua negli anni 1989/90 con le serie Pretender e Action Master, rispettivamente dei robot chiusi in gusci umani a mo’ di uovo di Pasqua e action figure non trasformabili dotati delle armi e gadget più disparati. Ovviamente anche il nostro Jazz era presente in quelle linee e come Pretender era molto simpatico fin dal guscio umano munito di tuta bianca e azzurra e un casco che ricorda la testa del robot originale! Come Action Master, invece, in Italia si chiamava Bionic ed era simile per aspetto al settei del cartone animato e munito di uno skateboard che alla bisogna poteva diventare la sua arma.

Nel Duemila Jazz continua a essere un personaggio popolare, al punto da meritarsi nel 2004 un trattamento Alternator, Transformer con altmode ispirati a modelli reali di veicoli su licenza in formato die-cast, generalmente in scala 1:24. Lo storico Tigre si becca una bellissima Madza RX-8 bianca e nera, il cui stampo sarà riutilizzato per una versione rossa rilasciata per il mercato nipponico. Tra il 2008 e il 2010, intanto, è l’epoca dei cosiddetti CHUG, cioè delle linee Classic/Henkei, Universe e Generations: qui Jazz esce in due varianti, un adorabile Universe Legends purtroppo senza accessori (ma molto somigliante al G1) e un Deluxe altrettanto bello, capostipite dei Reveal the Shield della linea Transformers (2010) – anch’esso molto G1-esco, sebbene l’altmode è un ibrido tra la Porsche 935 Turbo dello stesso e la Pontiac Solstice del Movie, nonché la pistola simile a quella del Pretender; ciononostante, è un modello considerato uno delle trasposizioni moderne più fedeli del personaggio originale, visti gli impianti stereo che fuoriescono dalle “ali” del robot che riecheggiano le tipiche armi G1!

Sul finire del 2017 viene rilasciato un modellino di Jazz per la linea Power of the Prime (terza parte della cosiddetta “Trilogia Prime”), il quale condivide caratteristiche e ingegneria simili alle action figure Combiner Wars nonostante non sia il remolddi un personaggio preesistente – anche se, in effetti, presenta la gimmik della trasformazione in un arto per Combiner. Con il suo altmodeispirato a una Porsche 962, Jazz torna dagli anni Ottanta in questa nuova veste, e non è l’unico. Tre anni dopo, arriva persino il suo tributo nella Studio Series, più precisamente nella sottolinea dedicata al 35esimo anniversario del film animato – una gradita sorpresa che di certo ha reso felice i fan di questo spettacolare Autobot. Un’unica differenza: sulle portiere è presente il numero 14 e non il 4 a causa dei diritti ancora oggi detenuti dal modellino Diaclone.

E le altre iterazioni? Il Movie Jazz di cui sopra ha ben cinque modellini diversi, tra cui un Legends, un Deluxe il cui robot lascia molto a desiderare; un altrettanto deludente Fast Action Battler e due bellissime chicche (e mezzo!). Se si desidera avere una fedele riproduzione della controparte CGI del film del 2007, la Hasbro rilascia le cosiddette “Robot Repliche”, statuine non trasformabili che riproducono fedelmente l’aspetto dei robot nei minimi dettagli... e tra questi c’è proprio Jazz, con tanto di avambracci intercambiabili! Allo stesso modo, la serie Titanium propone un’altra statuina di Jazz, questa volta in formato die-cast con articolazioni solo dalla vita in su. Per fortuna, per la serie Human Alliance del 2010, ecco che arriva il modellino “definitivo”: il Jazz di questa linea è virtualmente perfetto in entrambe le modalità, e la gimmik del visore retrattile nella testa è un bel tocco di classe davvero apprezzabile.

L’arrivo del modello Studio Series prima e del Masterpiece poi ha strappato tale primato dal suddetto modellino, e adesso siamo di fronte a una replica più grande e una più piccola del primo ufficiale Autobot che ha avuto la sfortuna di debuttare e morire nello stesso film. Lo SS Jazz è fedele e ben fatto con la carrozzeria argentata e snodato il giusto, senza rotazione del bacino ma con la possibilità di inclinare lateralmente i piedi, anche se per far ciò si porta dietro i pannelli degli stinchi. Può storcere il naso che il fatto di essere una figurepiccola, ma questo è dovuto solo per mantenere la scala con gli altri modelli della linea. E il Masterpiece? Iniziata come una riproposizione giapponese di un paio di bei giocattoloni già visti in Occidente, il ramo dedicato al Movieverse si è poi giustamente evoluto, dalla terza uscita, in ciò che dovrebbe essere, ovvero il meglio a livello di somiglianza e scala dei robot visti al cinema che devono rappresentare: questo Jazz, pertanto, è un’ottima aggiunta alla collezione dei fan del personaggio ed agli amanti dei cosiddetti “Bayformer”, grazie alla splendida somiglianza al modello in CGI ed all’alta posabilità, anche nelle dita delle mani! Magari qualche articolazione è un po’ lasca, e rispetto alle altre auto della linea non è altissimo (ma questo è per via dell’accuratezza della scala fra i robot), ma a parte ciò è davvero una piccola, grande opera d’arte.

Per la linea Animated del 2008, il Deluxe Jazz è una vera pietra miliare per il suo look a dir poco accattivante, nonché l’altmode ibrido tra la Porsche 935 Turbo dell’omonimo G1 e una Corvette anni Cinquanta. Il personaggio, poi, è caratterizzato in maniera magistrale e il colore bianco con parti nere poste in punti strategici, dona davvero l’illusione che Jazz indossa una stilosa tutina da ballerino funky, tanto alla moda in certi ambienti americani. Inoltre, più si guarda quel collo leggermente ricurvo e la parte alta del casco (che sembra quasi un berretto con visiera) convince sempre di più di quanto lo stile adottato per i personaggi Animated sia fresco e rivoluzionario e, al contempo, dannatamente compatibile e cucito addosso ai profili caratteriali dei personaggi G1 che tanto amiamo! Di quest’ottimo modello sono uscite due ristampe, il Freeway Jazz con colori ispirati alla controparte filmica e una figure esclusiva della BotCon 2011 con le fattezze dello Stunticon Dead End.

La Continuità Allineata, intanto, ci regala giusto un paio di figure col nome di Jazz, a cominciare dal bellissimo Deluxe per la linea Generations dedicata al videogioco La Caduta di Cybertron: armato di una normalissima pistola omaggiante il G1, Jazz possiede delle parti posticce quali le ruote scolpite sui piedi per esigenze di show-accuracy, poiché quelle vere sono nascoste dietro i pannelli delle braccia. Inoltre, l’assetto del torace, normalmente parallelo al terreno, è inclinato verso il basso, forse come arrangiamento per il futuro remold (pesante!) in Sideswipe. Per i RiD2015, esiste un solo modellino: un Warrior che però pecca in colorazione (corretta comunque nell’equivalente Takara Adventure) nonostante una discreta scultura in entrambe le modalità; modello che sarà lievemente modificato sulla testa per il gift set Drift Origins per la Takara.

CONCLUSIONE

Con gli anni abbiamo avuto altri Autobot “stilosi”, ma Jazz verrà ricordato come il loro capostipite e anche il più famoso. È iconico, è simpatico per la sua parlantina pseudo-giovanile e per il suo amore per la musica. Il suo ritorno in auge sarebbe ben più che gradito per gli appassionati ed è veramente rassicurante che col tempo abbiamo avuto modellini che lo raffigurano nel miglior modo possibile. Doppi pollici in su per Jazz, allora!

Arrivederci alla prossima puntata! 😘

Take me back to the night we meet

I had all of you

and then most of you

Some

and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met

play of the game!

Saw your most recent tiktok🤭

Could you do something for Lucio when you get the chance? Please and thank you

First date headcannons with Lucio, Cole Cassidy, Mauga, Lifeweaver, and Genji with gn!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fluff, a little suggestive but not too much.

Notes: The ask probably meant NSFW but wanted to write something light while i work on an anon request for Cole Cassidy. Prefer girls? check here

Lucio:

I always think of his valentines day voiceline bless him, he'd be quite nervous to ask you out. If you don't do it for him, he'll most likely want to be traditional and get you flowers before stuttering out an invitation.

Once you've actually said yes, he'll relax a little bit.

Most likely your first date is going to be music related. He won't take you to his own concert, but if there's a concert playing music he knows you'll like he'll take you there.

Alternatively, might take you dancing to show off a little. When he's around music, he feels much more confident so he'll be able to be himself and even be a little flirty.

You might have to put up with people coming up to him for his autograph though. But it'll give him a rush when everyone realises he's on a date with you.

After dancing the night away, he'll probably take you to try some street food. He'll insist on paying, he's a celebrity after all! But he ends up not needing to when the vendors recognise him as the hero who stood up to Vishkar and insist on giving you both what you want free of charge.

Given that the weather is nice, he'll do his best to be respectful and not look at your body too much. However if you're wearing shorts...lord have mercy, they're his weakness.

When you guys part ways, he might cheekily ask for a goodnight kiss but he's happy with anything. Considering how much fun you both had, he's confident you two will go out again sometime.

Feeling the beat of the music, Lucio moves like it's second nature to him. You both laughing and joking as he starts to dance with you, his hands respectful in their placement before he spins you around, making you both laugh again.

"Not bad babe, maybe you should be a backing dancer at my shows." he teases playfully, trying not to let his eyes look down at how your legs look in your shorts. Although with the way you start to move, he isn't sure he can resist the temptation.

Cole Cassidy:

Will ask you out pretty smoothly in conversation, hardly giving you time to process that you've been asked on a date before the cowboy starts to think about his ideas.

Invites you on a hiking trail, giving you both plenty of time to talk and get to know each-other.

He'll do the stereotypical action of taking his hat off when he sees you and gives you a small bow, flustering you a little.

As you walk, he won't initiate physical contact for a while, waiting until you guys cross some sort of stream or rough terrain; he use the opportunity to hold out his hand to help you over, before interlocking his fingers with yours.

Quite easy to talk to, and flirtatious comments seem to roll off his tongue without him meaning to. He'll compliment your outfit and hairstyle, before making comments about how the sun reflects so lovely off your eyes.

Prefers asking you questions and listening to you, he's working on being more emotionally vulnerable and open especially about his past, but it's still difficult for him.

Afterwards, you both will have worked up an appetite, so he'll take you to a diner for a bite to eat. Sitting in a booth, he might teasingly play footsie with you under the table to watch you laugh.

He'll have to get coffee, since he hasn't had his cigar for hours. He didn't want to smoke while on the date, a little concerned you'll find it rude. But towards the end he'll get a little twitchy.

Will offer to pay, southern values and all that.

Will also offer to walk you home, and will definitely come in if you invite him.

Approaching a stream, the running water providing a soothing ambiance as Cole steps forward. He hops over the stream before holding out his hand for you, causing you to giggle.

"What? A cowboy can't be a gentleman?" he teases, as you take his hand and he helps you across, "There you go pumpkin."

Smoothly, he interlocks your fingers, holding your hand tight and gently rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand as you both resume the walk. Looking to his left, he makes some remark about the surroundings to distract himself from the warm feeling in his chest as he feels the heat of your palm against his.

Mauga:

This man is CONFIDENT, he asks you out with his cocky grin almost like he knows you'll say yes.

Wants a relaxing date, so will ask you for drinks at one of his favourite bars.

Once you meet him there, he's nothing if not charming. He lays the compliments on pretty thick, with a cheeky smile that gets wider the more you feel flustered.

He's also hilarious, finding it so rewarding to make you laugh and giggle at his jokes. Isn't afraid to play the part of the fool if it means you'll be entertained.

Is hyper aware of his large size, and while he loves feeling bigger and stronger in the bedroom, in this context don't be surprised if he hunches himself over a bit to make you feel more at ease.

Also don't be surprised if he grips his glass too tight to make it smash, pretending to be hurt worse so you'll dote on him, he likes the attention more than he should.

He has to really restrain himself from getting too handsy with you, he doesn't want to scare you off. But he'll brush his hand against your hair or arm as he speaks.

Most likely will just get up and leave without paying lmao.

And will most certainly invite you to go home with him.

"And someone as pretty as you with a guy like me? People will think i'm payin' ya." he says with a laugh, causing your cheeks to burn as you giggle alongside him. Taking a sip of his drink, his eyes won't leave yours. "Someone as small as you as well, though it ain't hard for someone to be smaller than me."

You can't help but agree with his statement as he hunches over the bar with you, his thigh brushing against yours. He notices, and subtly presses his thigh more into yours, almost manspreading on the bar-stool.

Lifeweaver:

oh my god, the ROMANCE.

Listen I've said before he's the type of nerd to read romance novels and take notes, best believe he's planning the most romantic date he can, especially if he's caught feelings for you.

He'll show up, dressed to the nines with a bouquet of red roses with gold string attaching a little love note and hand them to you. He'll kiss your hand and open the car door for you and drive you to a lovely restaurant.

Most likely booked ahead to score the best table, and told the waiters to make it as romantic as they could.

But despite everything, he's secretly nervous. He planned it all so meticulously in his head, what if it goes wrong?

Not that you'd know his internal panicked monologue with how he treats you, he'd be so complimentary without overdoing it. Charming you with speech about your clothes, hair, everything. Will also start to drop in petnames like 'darling' and 'petal' to see how you react.

Is a little scared to hold your hand cause his hand is a little sweaty from the nerves, so he'll gently trace your fingers with his metal hand instead.

He's paying for the meal, you''ll have probably have guessed that already.

Will take you home and kiss your cheek, but will most likely leave it there. He doesn't want you to think he only wants you physically, so he'll be as respectful as possible.

"Well i assure you, you're the most radiant person in here." Niran says with a soft smile, his eyes tracing up and down your body and face as you sit down. His hair half up, he places his metal hand on the table, gently nudging your hand as if to ask permission.

"But please, order anything you'd like. My treat." he says, almost stuttering when you hold his hand, the cool metal refreshing against your touch. When you thank him and look down at the menu, he releases a breath he didn't realise he was holding. It's going well so far, he thinks, even if he's blown away by how you look all dressed up.

Genji:

bless him, he's also kinda nervous. He used to be a playboy, he never once used to be bothered with asking people out. But after his accident, now that his body is mostly metal, a lot of his confidence has been knocked.

But he'll try to hide it as he suggests an aquarium date. He finds the colours and the marine life quite therapeutic and calming, and hopes you'll feel that way too.

Prefers to stay away from the crowds, standing by the less popular exhibits to talk to you.

Will love to ask about your job, especially if it's more 'mundane' than his. He'll want almost a taste of the normality, something he's never really had in his life.

Will offer to take your picture against the backdrop of the fish tanks, his chest feeling fuzzy as he sees how gorgeous you look.

As you two explore, he'll gently go to hold your hand. When you reciprocate, he won't let go, clinging to your hand like a lifeline.

When you go into the gift shop, he'll surprise you by buying a soft plush toy of a fish or shark behind your back.

Most likely will ask if you want to go back to his, not realising how it sounds until after he's said it, to which he'll quickly reassure you he doesn't expect anything to happen.

"Oh look at those." you say excitedly, tugging him over to the jellyfish exhibit. He of course follows wherever you lead him, his hand firmly gripping yours.

"Here, let me take a picture." he offers, taking your phone and stepping back to get a good angle. You pose, and he swears he stops breathing when he sees your through the phone camera. He has to look at you above the device, mesmerised by how the blue hues reflect on your face.

"Genji? Have you taken the picture?"

Fluff for my man Genji ❤️❤️❤️

Genji Fluff HCs

(This is post Blackwatch Genji, bc I've written fluff for that Genji twice man)

For someone so badass, he can also be kind of needy

Genji is kind of like a cat, where he'll just get extra close to you and when you run your hands through his hair, the whirring of the machinery in his body makes a purr sound

So, he's basically cybernetic cat ninja?

Very cuddly, though it will take some reassuring since he thinks his body isn't viable for affection since it is mostly made from carbon fiber.

He is very wrong, it's smooth and glossy and can heat up or cool down which let me tell you now anon is super nice.

Genji, while he won't admit it, is still a gamer at heart.

Gaming nights where he'll sit on the floor with you in his lap

He used to play competitively in arcades, but he found that with you he prefers to play games where you two works as a team or just enjoy each other's company

If you don't play games, he'd still like you to join him and watch as he plays a story-based game like Witcher 3 or Dragon age

He enjoys music A LOT

You took Lucio's suggestion and asked Genji to hook up his suit to change color to the beat of the music

He loves nothing more than to goof around doing silly dance moves with his RGB suit going off

We all know, no matter how much you love Genji, he can't dance for shit. His dance emote says it all.

If it's movie night? You know he cries his ass off at Titanic

He can't sing either, but he'll clear the feels out of the air by singing Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On"

It's horribly out of tune, but also just utterly charming that Genji's even trying.

As a nighttime routine, he has to plug himself in to a massive industrial charger on his side of the bed forcing him to lay on his back. (Not without giving you goodnight hugs and kisses)

While Genji can't move, you however, still can.

You can lay on his chest or hold his hand, his body heating up the bed and if you fear the dark, he's a ninja nightlight to chase the shadows.

A/N: While I hate playing against him, he is cute to write.

Requests: CLOSED

say you’ll remember me

pairing - gabriel reyes x f!reader wc -  1,800 ish warnings - fluff and angst, unrequited love, implied sexual content notes - au ficlets based off the prompt of dream, also on ao3!

Congratulations on your engagement, reads the card. You gush over how adorable the design is and grow more excited upon opening it to see everyone’s names scribbled within.

Everyone you both loved had come together, filling every inch of the card with love.

“We always knew you’d end up together.” “To Mr and Mrs Reyes.” “Here’s to forever with your true love." 

The well wishes go on, and as you read each one aloud, he presses gentle, chaste kisses along your bare shoulder, your slender neck.

You feel so right in his arms, talking with elation about how much you can’t wait to be his wife. You snuggle back into him, resting your head on his chest–making both of you feel complete. Gabriel has never felt so whole in his entire life, yet he knows the feeling will only grow with each day–when you finally become his till death do you part.

He never in a million years thought he’d have this. That through SEP, Overwatch, Blackwatch, and beyond, he’d find you. His perfect match, his true love.

He closes his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed with contentedness, and when he opens them again, you’re no longer cuddled on the couch.

You’re both curled up in bed, both naked and spent, a sheen of sweat covering you both. Pleasure trickles throughout his entire body, and you’re both unsure where one of you ends and the other begins.

You both feel him softening, feel the way his seed leaks out of you–but the real treat is the way he holds you in his arms, both of you feeling safe and completely like you belong.

There’s not a place in the world that either of you would rather be.

"That was amazing.” You sigh, your voice breathy.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, before tilting up your chin and kissing you with every fiber of his being.  "I love you so much, Y/N.“

You kiss him back with equal passion, and can’t fight the smile off of your face as you cling to him. "I love you too Gabriel, with everything I have.”

“Commander Reyes?”  

Your voice pulls him out of his dreams, along with the gentle touch on his shoulder—he comes slamming back into the harsh reality.

“The dropship isn’t far out now.” You whisper, knowing he’ll be eager to get back to base.

After the firefight, the two of you had been left stranded, surrounded by smoldering buildings and dead Omnics. It wasn’t what either of you were expecting.

Reyes had spent every last scrap of energy getting the two of you to safety, so while you waited for evac, you promised to watch over him as he slept. Granted, it wasn’t ever going to be great, the pair of you using rubble as pillows.

At one point, the Commander’s head had drifted onto your shoulder, until he woke up with a start.

He takes a good few moments to fully adjust, realizing where he is and what just happened.

“Thanks.” His voice is quiet and measured. “ETA?”

“5 minutes.” You reply softly, a kind, friendly smile on your face. Now he has no use for your shoulder, you shuffle away.

He nods simply fighting back the thoughts swimming in his brain. He was used to it, the embers of his inappropriate crush, but he usually had a better handle on it.

Right now, he felt like he was bleeding out, left on the battlefield to die. It had nothing to do with the fight and everything to do with the ache of waking. Of realizing that all you’ll ever be to him is an agent, because he would never think you could love him like the woman who wanted to be his wife.

He observes you silently, noticing the way you tap your fingers across your gun with anxious impatience, and that you still look so beautiful after everything you’ve been through. You hadn’t known each other long, but he knew you to be dependable, and uncharacteristically, he was completely smitten.

“(Y/N).” He starts, unable to use your rank after feeling so intensely close to you. He realizes quickly he doesn’t know what to say–how can he explain how he suddenly feels so close to you, knowing you don’t feel the same?

“Yes, Commander?” Your use of his title gives him whiplash.

Mr and Mrs Reyes, he thinks, the ones in the dream—they have to have started somewhere.  

Every cell in his body screams to say something, to make that first step and hopefully set you on the course of events that would lead to you being just as close as you were in the mirage.

Distant whirring interrupts his thoughts, and whatever words were going to come next die on his tongue.

“You did good today.” He smiles to try and disguise his pain.

“I didn’t do much, thank you for getting me out of there.” You offer meekly.

“I’ve got your back.” His words are certain and earnest.

“I’ve got yours too.”  

He wonders if that’s the closest he’ll ever get to hearing I love you leave your lips. Each praise or affirmation from your lips makes him soar, and yet still leaves him yearning.

His thoughts go around in circles, desperately trying to think of ways to bridge the gap between what he had felt and the chasm between you now.

You two pull yourself up from the pile of rubble, ready to head out to board the dropship.

“Can I ask you something?” It’s you who breaks the silence, your eyes fixed shyly on him.

“Sure.” He can’t bear to meet your eyes.

“What were you dreaming about?”

Had he said her name aloud? Moaned at the height of the dream?

“Why?” His gruff demeanor doesn’t appear any more defensive than he usually is—even if he most certainly feels it. He finally meets your eye, seeing softness there instead of judgment as you begin to speak.

“You had this little smile on your face, and you looked so peaceful. It was nice.”

“My wife.” He huffs a laugh. “Though, she only exists in the dream.”

“Oh.” He can see a range of emotions flicker across your face, as you seem uncertain how to react. “Well, I hope one day you find her for real.”

He laughs at the cruel irony and turns away—wondering how after today, things will ever be the same between you two again.

“Cariño.” His voice is a blessing as it drifts into your dream, the most heavenly sound you could imagine.  

“I missed you so much. I’m sorry I haven’t seen you in a while…” You turn, immediately falling into his embrace. Your hands slip to caress his face, tracing his skin as you desperately refamiliarise yourself with his visage.  

He holds you in return, the touch of his skin on yours bringing you deep peace you haven’t felt in his absence.  "Not been sleeping well?“ 

He knows you haven’t because you’ve barely seen him.  

"Something like that.” You sigh, letting the stress melt away, the problems barely touching you now you’re together. “It’s this double-edged sword, of missing you and needing you, and then those thoughts keeping me away from you.”

“We’re together now.” He kisses your forehead sweetly as he reassures you.  

Your fingers drift across his skin, sweeping to his brow. “You have a new scar.”  

“Nasty fight.” He brushes it off with a smile. “Don’t worry about it.”  

“How can I not?" 

He smirks, removing your hands from fussing so he can kiss them. "Maybe you could kiss it better." 

You stand on your tiptoes, your lips pressing gently against the jagged cut. "My warrior." 

"Now let me kiss you properly.” His voice lowers to more of a growl, as he rushes to kiss you senseless. His large hands hold you still as his lips caress yours, his tongue making love to you.

He pulls away momentarily, leaving you dizzy beyond belief. 

“If you keep kissing me like that, we’re not going to stop at just kissing.” You smirk, your body already buzzing in a way that’s only possible with him. 

“I don’t want to stop until you’re screaming my name.” His kisses fall to your neck as his hands grasp at your flesh. “I can’t get enough of you.’

"I can’t either, fuck.” You sigh dreamily as he paws at you, claiming your body for his own.  

“That’s it, baby, let me hear those sounds.” He purrs. “Say my name.”  

“Yes!” His name is on the tip of your lips when—

You wake with a start, your heart immediately aching at his absence. Your skin feels cold, your bed feels empty. It’s as if his lips and his touch were right there, only to be ripped away.

You scramble to the nightstand, desperate to grab the sketch pad so you can start sketching what you remember.

His locks of hair, his dark eyes, the dog tags around his neck. It’s so familiar and yet so achingly distant. This time you got close, or closer at least, to knowing more about the man who always comes back to your dreams.

You suppose it’s a sign of your loneliness, that you keep having the same dreams over and over, that his face keeps appearing and he acts like he’s loved you for a lifetime already.

With a final stroke of the pencil, this sketch is complete—his adoring eyes staring at you as he strokes your face.

You swap the sketchpad for your phone, navigating to your messages.

“I dreamt of him again…”  

Your friend replies almost immediately.

“Oh (Y/N), we need to get you a date.”  

You smirk at your phone, locking it and heading into the kitchen, ready to start your day. You flick the coffee pot on first, then the TV, and immediately drift to thoughts of what mornings with him might be like as you grab a mug.

“With another successful high-profile mission completed, the group ended with a press conference with the man behind it all, Strike Commander Morrison.”

Admittedly, you didn’t pay too much attention to Overwatch, especially in these more peaceful times. Strike Commander Morrison was always making great speeches though. Your eyes were fixated on the screen, focusing on Jack Morrison until your eyes drift to the grumpy visage of the man standing behind him to the left.

The mug you were holding falls to the ground, smashing into dust.

There he is—the man from your dreams.

Unlike Jack, all blonde hair and Overwatch blues, he’s dressed in darker tones with a beanie perched on top of his head.

The frown on his face is one you haven’t seen much in your dreams, and it makes your soul yearn to reach out and comfort him.  You want to earn those sweet smiles he gives you, and see the tension lift from his shoulders.

But this man, he’s not yours. He isn’t the one in your dreams.

Because even if he looks just like him, the man in your dreams isn’t real.