Greetings! I Know Youve Done Genji, But Have You Done Smooches From Blackwatch!genji?

Hi! Can I request some fluff about Genji with a support reader?

Of course. I promise that there will only be maybe 1 to 3 “I need healing” jokes.

I Need Healing

Genji x Support! Reader

You are the only healer that Genji trusts when Mercy, Ana, and Kiriko aren’t available. Mercy has taught you the run down of how to help Genji with his Cyborg parts if she wasn’t around. You were a little jealous of Mercy and Genji’s bond. Not so much about his bonds with Kiriko and Ana. Ana was like everyone’s mom and Kiriko was like a sister to him.

You were organizing some medical supplies in your office when there was a knock on your door.

“Come in.”

You say as you close the cabinet door. You look at the doorway and see Hanzo and Kiriko holding Genji.

“Oh. Please put him on the table and tell me what happened.”

They do as you say and they do it quickly.

“Well his legs gave out. Then his arms stopped working.”

Hanzo informed you

“We tried Mercy’s office, but I forgot that she’s currently on vacation.”

Your face saddens.

“Luckily Mercy taught me how to do this. So he’s in good hands. If you two would to wait outside that would be great.”

They both nod and close the door when they exit. You sanitize your hands and put on some glove. You get to work getting Genji’s arms working. You were done with one arm and you were about to move to work on the other when Genji’s hand grabbed your wrist.

“Thank you, Mercy”

“You’re welcome, Genji.”

You say as you frown and he lets go of you. About 2 hours later you finally get his arms and legs working again. You were talking to Hanzo and Kiriko outside of your office when all three of you hear the door open.

“You know that you should be resting, Genji. Mercy told me that it’s important for you to rest for at least a minimum of 5 hours after I fix you up.”

“I apologize, Y/N. But…”

“But what, Genji?”

Hanzo questions.

“I can’t relax without Y/N there with me. And I’m hungry.”

“I’ll be in there in a minute and I’ll make sure to have a snack for you to eat. Okay?”

He nods and goes to lay back down.

“He called me Mercy while I was working on him.”

“Do you think he was out of it and didn’t know?”

Kiriko asks

“That’s what I’m telling myself. Also, Kiriko. Can you get a snack for Genji? And Hanzo please make sure that she doesn’t get anything with sugar or a lot of salt.”

They nod and set off on their mission. You go into your office and close the door. When you sit down next to Genji he wraps his arms around you.

“I’m sorry for calling you Mercy. My brain is just used to having Mercy fix me.”

“It’s alright Genji. I knew you didn’t mean it. I guess I was just a little jealous.”

He takes off his face mask and kisses your cheek.

“You know I love you. My sweet doe.”

You blush as he calls you that since he started calling you that when he first saw you summon your doe spirit during battle. It’s similar to the brothers dragons and Kiriko’s Kitsune. But the doe will pick the person or people who need healing and takes them to safety while healing them.

You two end up laying down and face each other.

“I think I need more healing, Y/N?”

“Why?”

“Because I think I might die from how cute you are.”

You two share a kiss. When Hanzo and Kiriko come back they hear the soft snoring of Genji and they just end up leaving a note with the snacks. Kiriko may or may not have taken a picture of you and Genji sleeping.

"Take it easy out there, will ya? You’re making me look bad." >"What, may we ask, were you going to do with a Vex teleporter?" "Get up close and personal with Ghaul, Put a bullet in his head. The maybe eat a sandwich. Gotta work on a few kinks first. Fun fact about Vex tech; not as intuitive as you would think." >"Cayde, you can’t do this alone." "The hell I can’t." - Cayde-6 to Ghost

Meditation (Genji x Reader)

//Hello everyone! This is my first actual post on here, hope you all like it~

You’re sitting on a picnic blanket with Genji in the gardens of his estate, enjoying the spring weather. The sakura trees have just begun to blossom, covering the trees in pale pink flowers and filling the air with a faint floral aroma. You lean into Genji and close your eyes, resting your head between his shoulder and his neck. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer, making you smile. You sigh happily. It had taken a long time for him to get this comfortable with you, but it was well worth the wait.

“Genji,” you murmur.

He looks down at you and speaks slowly, “What is it…” he pauses and his eyes dart away from yours as his face reddens. He swallows before continuing, “… Honey?” He chuckles at his embarrassment.

Your heart seems to swell in your chest and you grin at him. Genji is still getting used to using pet names—something he had never used seriously before dating you. You told him he didn’t need to use a pet name if he wasn’t comfortable with it, but he insisted that he wanted to.

You sit upright and face him. “Can you teach me how to meditate?”

His eyes gleam and he smiles sincerely. It was the first time anyone wanted to learn something he now loved to do.

He spends the next few minutes “warming you up” by walking you through light stretches to relax your muscles and showing you a comfortable position to meditate in.

Once the two of you are settled, sitting face-to-face, Genji begins talking you through the meditation process. He tells you to close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing and how the breaths flow in and out of your body.

Genji’s voice is so soothing that you immediately feel relaxed. He keeps guiding you through the meditation and the gaps between his spiels become longer and longer. Eventually he falls silent and you’re left listening to the world around you. Birds chatter. Insects drone in the distance. The sound of flowing water enters your ears and you feel at peace with the world.

A few minutes pass and a light breeze blows through the garden, making the sakura branches sway. You’re pulled out of your concentration by mild curiosity. You open your eyes to peek at Genji.

He’s looking at you lovingly. When you open your eyes, he grins. “Sorry. I couldn’t concentrate… I was so happy,” he said and laughed. “And… You look so pretty when you’re relaxed.”

You blush and snuggle up to him. “You’re so unfair. I thought you were meditating too!”

Genji chuckles and runs his fingers through your hair. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” He leans down and plants a kiss on your forehead. Before he pulls away, you wrap your arms loosely around his neck and nuzzle his nose. “We should meditate more often,” you say. He grins and kisses your lips.

“Of course… Honey.”

//Shout-out to @freedomaboveallelse for introducing me to OW and the fandom! I am now OW trash hahaha;;;

by OchreJelly

Optimus Prime and Bumblebee father/son appreciation post

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

“Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

I love theses guys SO much 🥹🥹

Good ol’ dog

Hazard x Reader

A/N: I just wanted to write something where hazard is just a sucker for praises and where he gets called a good boy because I’ve been salivating for something like this. (I’m going insane apologies in advance)

Summary: Hazard lately has been putting lot of work, but no one seems to be taking notice of that except you.

Hazard was exhausted, the tension from today’s mission still visible in the tightness of his shoulders as he sat slouched in the chair by the window. He wasn’t one to complain, but the way his eyes avoided yours told you how much the day had taken out of him.

“You know, you could just let me pamper you for once” you said, standing in the doorway with your arms crossed.

“Pamper me?” he scoffed, his thick Scottish accent laced with a faint growl of annoyance. “I’m nae wee bairn. I don’t need lookin’ after.”

You sighed and crossed the room, ignoring the way he tensed as you stepped closer. “It’s not about needing it. It’s about deserving it. You did more than just ‘your part’ today, Hazard. You carried the entire mission.”

He huffed, leaning back in his chair as if the conversation was already tiring him. “Ye’re makin’ it sound bigger than it was. I just did what had tae be done.”

“No, you did what no one else could do” you corrected, and before he could argue, you climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

His entire body froze, his hands hovering in the air like he didn’t know where to put them. “What are ye—”

“Sit still” you ordered, pressing your hands to his shoulders to keep him from bolting.

Hazard’s cheeks flushed immediately, the redness creeping all the way to his ears. “Yer mad” he muttered, his voice low and strained.

“Maybe” you teased, cupping his face and brushing your thumbs over the slight stubble on his jaw. “But you never take care of yourself, so someone’s gotta do it.”

His eyes darted to yours, wide and uncertain, and it only made you grin. “You’re so used to being the one in charge, aren’t you? Always protecting everyone else, always doing the right thing.” You leaned in closer, your voice soft and teasing. “You’re like a big, loyal dog. Dependable, selfless, but absolutely clueless when it comes to letting someone take care of you.”

Hazard’s blush deepened, and his jaw tightened under your touch. “Dinnae call me a dog” he muttered, his voice gruff.

“Oh, but it fits” you teased, brushing a strand of his hair out of his face. “You get all shy when someone scratches behind your ears, don’t you?”

“Don’t worry,” you said, leaning even closer until your foreheads almost touched. “I’ll be gentle.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but you didn’t let him. Instead, you whispered, “You’re such a good boy, Hazard.”

Hazard froze completely, his breath hitching at your words. His hands tightened on your waist, his eyes wide as he stared at you. But then something shifted—his lips parted slightly, and a low, shaky groan escaped him. The moment hung in the air, heavy and charged. His blush deepened, and his grip on your waist became firmer. He leaned forward slightly, his forehead brushing against yours, and you realized, too late, that something in him had clicked. Did…did he like this?

“…Hazard?” you asked softly, your teasing smile faltering as the air between you grew warmer.

His mismatched eyes locked onto yours, and this time, there was no avoiding the hunger in his gaze. “Ye keep callin’ me that” he muttered, his voice lower, rougher. “Ye dinnae even know what yer doin’, bonnie.” Your teasing confidence wavered, your heart skipping a beat. “I was just messing with you—”

“Were ye now?” he interrupted, his hands sliding up your waist to rest just beneath your ribs. “Because it’s gettin’ a reaction out o’ me I’m thinkin’ ye weren’t expectin’.”

Your mouth went dry as his words registered. You had teased Hazard plenty of times before, but this… this was new. His body, his gaze, even the slight shift of his hands—it all felt charged in a way you hadn’t meant to spark.

“Haz, I—”

“Say it again” he whispered, barely audible.

You blinked, startled. “What?”

You tilted your head, a teasing smile playing at your lips. “What, ‘good boy’? Is that what you want?”

Hazard groaned softly, his fingers digging into your hips. “Don’t make me beg, please...”

Hazard let out a low, guttural groan, his head tipping back slightly as he closed his eyes. His hands flexed against your sides, and his breath came out shaky. “Yer gonna be the death o’ me,” he muttered, though the way he pulled you closer and buried his head on your chest told you he wasn’t about to let you go.

Suddenly, regaining back your confidence you leaned in. Your lips brushing against his ear. “Oh, but I think I will” you murmured. “Come on, Hazard. I want to hear you ask for it.”

His breathing grew heavier, his hands trembling slightly as they gripped your waist. He lowered his head, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he let out a frustrated sigh. “Please” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Please what?” you asked, feigning innocence.

He growled low in his throat, lifting his head to glare at you and bucking his hips forward against yours slightly. His blush spreading all the way to his ears. “Please… call me a good boy.”

You grinned, brushing your fingers through his hair as you leaned in close. “There it is” you said softly. “You really are a good boy, Hazard.”

A low, guttural groan escaped him, and he leaned into your touch, his hands pulling you closer. His head dropped to your shoulder again, and you swore you heard the faintest, most broken whimper escape his lips.

You swallowed hard, your teasing grin now a nervous smile. “You’re… really into this, huh?”

He chuckled softly, his gaze meeting yours again, darker this time but still full of warmth. “Aye, and it’s yer fault.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but before you could say anything, With a fluid motion, Hazard scooped you up as if you weighed nothing, his strong arms securing you effortlessly. Before you could even react, he laid you down on the bed, his body following close behind. He pinned your wrists above your head with one firm hand, his mismatched eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t start somethin’ ye cannae finish, Bonnie” he murmured, his deep, accented voice brushing against your ear like a promise and a warning all at once.

Before you could reply, his lips descended to your neck, tracing slow, deliberate kisses across your skin. A soft gasp escaped you as he added gentle nips and teasing bites, each one sending a spark of heat coursing through you. His grip on your wrists tightened slightly, keeping you in place as his mouth claimed you, marking his territory with every kiss. Maybe you had underestimated just how much your teasing would affect him—or maybe, deep down, you’d hoped for this exact moment.

Maybe for bw genji you try your best to help fix his parts when it breaks and I guess it just that trust and intimacy that make him love you more and slowly heal himself inside?

a/n: here you go anon! another loosely connecting short/third part for the blackwatch genji shorts i seem to enjoy writing recently! it got kind of long (oops) so slapped it under the cut. 

part two  | part four 

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Sparks

You didn’t understand why Winston insisted on you and Genji doing missions together. At first, you were just confused. Genji was fast, and agile, and quiet. And you, while fast enough you suppose, were loud and conspicuous. Genji was a quiet breeze that swept in the storm clouds and you were quite literally the lightning that followed. Flash shouldn’t follow subtlety.

But Genji was so kind, and so gentle, and so encouraging. You became confused about other things. About Life. About Luck. About Love.

You tried really hard not to think about love.

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