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McCree realizing he's in love with fem!reader. 💕 Headcanons are fine for this I don't mind😁 thank you!

He hadn’t expected it to happen so suddenly, and for it to come from you, no less.

Clutching the side of his abdomen, he gritted his teeth at the taste of iron that was far too recurring for his tastes. Every few seconds he was forced to gulp down the traces of blood that left such a terrible mark on his mouth, and it only grew worse with the fire that seemed to fill his lungs.

Combined with the sight of you covering him in such a battered state, everything felt like a rush. Brown eyes quickly looked to the ground around him, his revolver leaning against his right leg and six bullet shells littering the ground near.

He was used to the field, used to fighting, used to close calls and used to unconventional means, but not used to what you did.

You were were a non-combatant, he was sure of. Weren’t you?

Smearing the bloodied nose he had with his glove, the ringing noise slowly ebbed away the longer he kept his vision ahead and with the time that passed. Looking in front of him, there you were, feet and body still while your arm lowered from the near impossible shot you just took.

As you held your pistol firmly in your hand, he weakly tried to force himself to stand at the opponent in front of you both.

McCree was confident. Or, in this case, too arrogant in not taking both the enemy sniper seriously foot soldier. He was an excellent marksman and prided his sense of shot-calling, prediction and accuracy. Unfortunately for him, he hadn’t respected the enemy forces enough, and that lack of respect resulted in his injuries. Their abilities proved far more fearsome than he wanted to acknowledge.

But this — you just completely hit him at his pride.

Had you not intervened just then, had you not covered him at his blind spots with the ambush, he would’ve been dead.

The assassin fell from the position they were previously perched on, their corpse like a ragdoll as you exhaled. You were quick to view your surroundings before returning to McCree. The foot soldier soon toppled over at your right, your shot to their skull taking them out immediately.

Your stance, your readiness, your quickness — it took him entirely by surprise. You weren’t the most timid, but also not the most forward, so when you took out the sniper in less than what McCree could’ve thought in seconds, it made him unsure of what to say.

“McCree? Are you alright?” you asked kneeling down and taking out a makeshift health kit, and removing strands of hair from your face. “It’ll be a second before Fio comes to pick us up.”

He didn’t say anything, only stare at you using makeshift gauze to fix him up and cloth to halt the bleeding. You seemed unfazed — unmoved by the fact that you took out the assigned target with ease, in addition to an unidentified soldier, and with such a simple weapon as your standard pistol (albeit upgraded.) Either you were more deadly than he ever thought, or he was in over his head.

He prayed it was the former.

He had a dislocated shoulder, bruised arm and bullet wound in his lower abdomen. How he was able to move with how fresh most of his injuries were, he didn’t know, and frankly didn’t care. He just had to understand how all of that happened so quickly, and with such ease on your end.

To get to those answers, he needed to find you. So as he approached the receptionist area and immediately glanced at you typing away at your keyboard, he knew you would help him understand.

“McCree?” you spun around in your chair and looked at him, eyes widened and voice hitched. “What on earth are you doing here? You need to be resting in the medical bay!”

“I’m fine,” he failed to convince you with how dismissive he was of his own health, “I’m more worried about you. What—? What happened back there?”

“Me? Why?” you asked, standing up and excusing yourself from your desk. You motioned for the cowboy to follow you into the hallway and back towards the medic bay, others glancing at how hurriedly you departed.

“I didn’t know you were a sharp shot,” he said in a tone that was a mix of both surprise and bitterness, but tried to mask the latter, “since when could you shoot like that?”

He had only seen you shoot a few times some months back, and it wasn’t anything to note. But now, after your past mission, he was more confused than he had ever been.

“You think I can be one of Captain Amari’s agents without knowing how to shoot?” you questioned with a tint a challenge in your tone, “She wouldn’t let down my training, no matter how many times I begged. I had to be ready for anything. Plus,” you continued, “you know all recruits — regardless of Overwatch or Blackwatch — have to have basic training, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I get that, but—“ he looked over your figure and tried to think of something quickly to say, anything, “—your reaction time, how—“

“McCree, you’re my teammate. I wouldn’t have anything happen to you, or anyone if I could,” you admitted, smiling and soon opening the door to an empty room, “and I couldn’t come back here knowing I let you and the others down if I missed those shots.”

He sat down in one of the chairs, watching as you removed both your weapon and its magazine to show him. Allowing you to continue, he winced slightly at the throbbing in his stomach but kept himself focused on your words.

“True, this pistol in particular doesn’t travel too far and thus has limited range. Is pretty weak, even. But I have very fast reflexes, and have always been one to have a keen eye.”

The more you went into detail, he tried his best to deduce any possible indication or enhancement you may have had that would make sense as to why your shots were so seemingly perfect. You had fast reflexes, and a sharp eye. Was that why they kept your around? Or was this perhaps something he just never took the time to recognize?

He shook his head, ignoring the pain in his arm. “I just woulda never thought you’d take out enemies like that so quick.”

“You’re not the only sharp-shooter around here, Jesse,” you laughed, watching as agents passed by in the hallway outside of the room, “but with all that said and done, you’re going back to the medbay. I can’t believe you left recovery just to ask me that.”

His lidded eyes carefully viewed how your mouth turned upwards into a smile, and then to full-on laughter. A certain warmth filled his chest, making him press his hat down to cover his eyes only slightly.

“Well. Colour me impressed.”

[blackwatchwriting-blog]

Flirting

“... And that’s where we’ll end up en route. Not bad, Commander, not bad at all,” you commended with a nod. He was a great strategist and planner, but you didn’t think he’d finish the plan in the short amount of time that he did.

“Well, when you work with idiots like I do, you have to be prepared to do the work for them,” he sighed, “or make sure that everything can work out in your favour...somehow.”

“You think Captain Amari’s an idiot?” you asked taking a sip from your cup with a judgmental look.

He froze, immediately pointing his finger at you, “Don’t you ever say that I said that to her.”

“Hey, I’m just repeating what you said,” you laughed, watching him look back to the holographic images as a form of distraction, “I know what you meant, Commander, relax."

He narrowed his eyes, quiet for only a moment. “You know you can call me Gabriel, right? We’ve known each other for too long.”

“I could,” you admitted softly, “but I would like to keep things professional. After all, what would it look like for a lieutenant like myself to suddenly call you by your first name?”

“You’re no fun,” he stretched, standing up and returning to his desk.

“No fun?” you repeated, “Uh, I’d rather not be the subject to rumours, and worst of all, McCree’s constant teasing.”

“Why do y’all talk as though I’m not here?” McCree finally asked at the mention of his name while looking between the two of you, “I’m right here.”

“You always get quiet whenever we start talking so I tend to forget you’re here,” the commander shrugged in honest, “my bad.”

“I get quiet because you both flirt like there’s no tomorrow and I don’t know what to say. It’s cringey,” McCree shuddered, chuckling when you playfully hit him on the shoulder, “what? It’s true."

“It’s not flirting, McCree,” you corrected, rolling your eyes, “it’s just mission briefing.”

His brown eyes wandered from you to the Blackwatch Commander. Blinking incredibly slowly, arching an eyebrow, he stood unconvinced by your words. A hearty laugh erupted from deep within him moments later, making you once again hit him. “‘Mission briefing’. OK.”

“Once again, McCree, it’s professional,” you crossed your arms after propping yourself on Gabriel’s desk, “and if you don’t have anything to add, then—“

“Yeah, I do. Get a room,” he adjusted his hat after seeing Gabriel lean near you while on his desk, “you lovebirds make it too obvious.”

Lovebirds? Blinking, you immediately looked to your superior, who initially glared at McCree, but soon found he couldn’t keep a straight face. It made you look away in embarrassment, his teasing, but you couldn’t fight the growing smile on your face, either.

[blackwatchweek]

[ INCOMING TRANSMISSION… ] >> PROMPT LIST

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, commences on 17 June and continues through 23 June.

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[ DAY 2 ] INFILTRATION / EXTRACTION

[ DAY 3 ] SMOKE / MIRRORS

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[blackwatchwriting-blog]

Genji for "You don't need to leave so soon."

“Care to tell me why I’m the one having to explain you and McCree’s little mishap back there?” Crossing your arms, you arched a rather judgmental eyebrow to the male before you. “Reyes is already on edge.”

“I know not of which you speak,” he dismissed lightheartedly with a shrug, pressing your buttons all the more, “nothing happened.”

 “I’m serious, Genji,” you barked, “I’m already behind on my paperwork as it is from your last blunder. I can’t possibly figure out why you and McCree would do that.”

Nearly face-palming, you turned your back to him and laid the documents on the desk now in front of you. You groaned, attempting to articulate the words you’d need for the next meeting with the Strike Commander himself, which wasn’t too far away. You were already supposed to be undercover, being so careless as to do what they did was obnoxious. Unprofessional. 

“I’m going to gather these and get a head start, seeing as how I’ll be swamped from now until the rest of my life,” you exaggerated, rolling your eyes.

Before you could move, you felt a presence behind you.

He rested his chin in the crook of your neck carefully, pressing himself into you the longer you stood in front of him. His arms snaked around your figure slowly as he embraced you from behind, all the while careful not to make any steel scrape against your skin. The reverberations from his voice made you laugh, the warmth rising in your face at his affection.

Genji closed his eyes while keeping hold of you. His voice grew softer, with the occasional tint of seriousness at your back and  forth, but you knew all too well the playful side of Blackwatch’s cyborg. These moments were rare, but you appreciated whenever he was in a more positive mood.

“I have to go, Genji,” you murmured in protest.

Chuckling dangerously close to your ear, he whispered, “You don’t need to leave so soon.”

The reverberations from his statement made you tremble as they vibrated against your skin, causing you squirm under his touch. Unfortunately, you could only mode slightly due to his hold on you.

“You’re such a child,” you responded before squealing in laughter as he began to tickle you.

[blackwatchwriting-blog]

i’m fixing the theme of this blog a bit, so certain links should be working now. i needed to update a lot and am doing as much as i can while i have the time. so apologies again for broken links.

[blackwatchwriting-blog]

Writer's choice for Blackwatch!Hanzo~

The pain throbbed at the corners of your skull as your eyes fluttered open. Gasping, you shot up instinctively – much to your dismay, and pain – and looked around to your surroundings. You winced in pain as the pain struck you in your temples once more, making you massage them in an attempt to diminish the pain.

“You are awake.”

Blinking, you turned to see your partner sitting not too far from you, but also keeping an eye out with how stiff his posture was. Slowly, prior events came racing back (which didn’t help your headache in the least) and for just a moment, your anxiety rose. You needed to get out of here as soon as possible, and you being knocked unconscious was not the best start to that.

The throbbing subsided for just a moment, causing you to exhale in relief. You were grateful that it was just some form of migraine, not anything worse, and laughed to yourself. Lowering your hand from your temple, you met his gaze with a smile.

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

Whether he was caught off-guard by your statement or the sudden sounds in the distance, his expression changed. His eyes widened ever so slightly, and he knew you caught notice, but didn’t seem to mind it too much, as he stood up and walked past you with his bow in hand.

“Hanzo?” you questioned, slightly concerned. “Is everything alright?”

“We are not out of the clear yet. Ready yourself,” he answered quickly, making sure to keep his voice down. 

In truth, it was so you couldn’t see the faint red that creeped over his cheeks.  

[blackwatchwriting-blog]

How 'bout some headcanons on Blackwatch!Hanzo!

these were very fun to make! sorry for the super late reply, but here they are! i want to make entire fics of the Blackwatch Shimada siblings.

[blackwatchwriting-blog]

Blackwatch!Hanzo Headcanons

general

fleeing with his younger brother from Hanamura to escape their former life, Hanzo joins Blackwatch through a series of events that leads to his recruitment.

in an effort to change how he appears, he has shaved either side of his head and sports a fade with a long ponytail.  

Hanzo is a very collected agent, and is quick to dismiss personalities that do not meld well with his own.

he is usually very composed and to himself, but there are things that can provoke him.

because much of his life was decided for him until his leave, Hanzo is now exercising his independence a bit more.

his confidence in both his abilities and intelligence often comes off as arrogant. and is. though, despite his condescending nature, he is more than capable of defending his own and others and will do what is necessary for the mission.

he is incredibly protective of his brother, but not overwhelmingly so that he feels Genji cannot stand for himself and will babysit him.

it’s not unusual to see Hanzo observe rather than engage with others. while both Shimada are underneath the umbrella that is Blackwatch, he does not trust anyone aside his brother, and dislikes the concept of “making allies” that could prove to be a potential liability.

Hanzo is incredibly perceptive and keen on noticing certain behaviours. just because he is quiet does not mean he does not acknowledge certain patterns. while he will not speak on it immediately (unless needed), he keeps all of the information to himself.

respects a fellow operative who can hold their own.

prefers to train alone but will not contest if a person wishes to spar with him. 

romantic

emotionally distant and very shielded, trying to be on his “better” side will take a very long time, assuming he will want to pursue any form of relationship.

his current circumstances has him on the highest alert, so gaining his trust first and foremost will be a strenuous process. 

incredibly socially awkward if not in a professional sense. he isn’t the most well-versed in areas that his younger brother would be, thus falls short on having certain forms of conversations without shutting them down.

he doesn’t do well with “small talk.” personally views it as a waste of time.

in his prior experiences has been teased on always being the admirer but never acting on his feelings. 

while in Blackwatch, Hanzo will be even more guarded than he usually is. to the everyday person, his showings of interest will seem virtually nonexistent, but rest assured, he’s doing his best. 

he isn’t completely without grace, but makes things unintentionally more tense because of his pride.

“Brother, do not think I do not notice the way you look at them,” says his supportive but teasing sibling.

[smollmikey]

Fluffy/Blushy Sentence Starters

aka “I can feel my cheeks blushing from just thinking about what I want to say to you”

“I like the way your hand fits in mine.”

“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

“You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”

“I’m bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.”

“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”

“Wait, don’t pull away… Not yet.”

“You look really cute in that sweater.”

“Half the time I get too embarrassed to say anything.”

“No, it’s fine.  I can wait until you’re done talking to them.”

“No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

“God, you always make me blush so damn much.”

“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”

“Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?”

“First second I saw you and I couldn’t get over how beautiful you were.”

“I wanted to say “I love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.”

“Could you hold my hand?”

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

“I really love holding you, darling.”

“That pet name was so gushy, but it was also so cute.”

“Aw, you’re blushing like a rose.”

“Your lips are really warm.”

“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“No, mom, don’t tell him/her I said that about him/her!”

“My friends get so annoyed by how much I talk about how sometimes.”

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”

“Wow, I didn’t think you could make me smile this big.”

“You don’t need to leave so soon.”

“You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.”

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

“You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?”

“You make me so happy.”

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You made these cupcakes for me?”

“I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”

“Let’s share my coat, since you’re so cold.”

“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”

“You make me feel so damn gushy.”

“How do you always manage to look so captivating?”

“Would you mind if I kissed you?”

“Are you sugar personified or something?”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”

“You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”

“I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?”

“Yeah… Huh? Oh, sorry I was just thinking about my girl/boyfriend.”

“I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.”

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[blackwatchwriting-blog]

I would like to request headcannons on blackwatch genji with a blind s/o who is also a blackwatch operative. You can make the s/o have any kind of blindness, I'm not picky.

just a little note, i had about four different iterations of this i wanted to do, and may do more, simply because i love writing for different characters and i love this prompt!

Reassurance

“Everything alright?”

He didn’t respond immediately to your question, simply make a soft utterance and turn away. Like a child, he avoided your gaze and instead peered outside of the window distance from him as some form of defiance. His expression was an irritated one, and the longer he avoided looking at you, the more frustrated he became with himself.

“You’re more quiet than usual,” you teased, walking over to him and causing him to raise his head, “care to tell me why?”

The ninja had been more quiet, unbeknownst to him. His mind was always elsewhere, and he always seemed preoccupied, but as of late something seemed off to you. Generally he was well-versed in keeping things to himself, and any emotional turmoil he had, he would deal with it himself. As professional as he tried to seem, even he had his shortcomings.

Genji’s crimson eyes did their best never to meet yours. As he felt you right by him, inwardly he felt more conflicted than he ever did. He knew what it was, and what he needed to ask, but struggled to find the words. 

“Genji?”

The way you said his name was more of a gentle plea as a means to get him to talk, and often worked, but this time again, he didn’t respond right away. As much as he’d like to avoid the topic at hand, he would slip in one way or another. He had a reputation of being difficult, you being of the few he wasn’t as difficult with, but still had his moments. 

Genji knew you could sense his heartbeat so wouldn’t even bother to try and lie his way around the subject, or further avoid it. While his eyes moved from the window, to the table, he finally looked at to your features, and spoke.

“Why?”

It could easily appear as a simple question to any other person, but he knew you too well to think of it simply as just that. It was a loaded question, and your sudden silence suggested that you fully registered what he was asking.

Exhaling softly, a soft smile tugged at your lips. “‘Why’ what?”

You knew what he meant, but still questioned his reasoning for the question anyway. The cyborg froze as he felt your warm hands gently snake from his lower back, over his shoulders and to his neck. He became slightly less tense once he felt your arms dangle over his chest as you rested your head on his left shoulder.

“Why do you subject yourself to being around me?”

“I do not subject myself to anything,” you answered honestly with a soft chuckle, the vibrations of your voice resonating within him, “I enjoy being around you and with you.”

“You…” It was almost as if he expected a different answer, the anxieties and cybernetic insecurities continuing to jab at his rationale, “you continue to be with me despite..Despite not knowing what I completely look like.”

There was a sadness to his tone, one that made you adjust your positioning and contemplate his statement yourself. It was true; you didn’t know exactly what he looked like. You gathered little bits and information from the few you trusted, and the other from the rather repulsed when it came to him. You never asked him directly what he looked like.

Ever.

It perplexed him, why you didn’t, but he never felt the need to press the issue. Sometimes. Or perhaps, it was because he was too afraid to. You always assured him you cared for him, no matter what he looked like or who he truly was, but it never completely erased the fears and cascades of self-doubt that drowned him on a daily. You were blind, and so could never fully see what he looked like.

Maybe — just maybe — he feared it was the reason you were so close to him; the fact that you could  and never would, see him. Or the fact that you never had to worry about seeing what he truly was. What he had done.

Though, those thoughts would fall apart, considering you’ve felt him before. Over the many months you’ve learned about him physically. Certain cues, breathing patterns, and senses in regards to the former assassin. You’ve leaned against him, hugged, brushed hands — held hands — and rested your head in his lap at different points. Nothing too physical (in addition to other thoughts he wouldn’t want to cross his mind) but they were small steps as you became more and more comfortable together.

You knew what his body felt like from his remaining flesh to the artificial metal and wiring, but you didn’t know what his face looked like.

As if snapping him back to reality, you pressed your hand against his chest.

“I don’t know what you look like completely, you’re right,” you nodded, acknowledging his words, “but I don’t want you to feel it is because of-“

“Me?” he interjected with the faintest degree of harshness.

Shaking your head, you continued, “Admittedly, I have been…nervous, about asking to feel you.”

You could almost see the confused expression on his face and giggled when he didn’t respond, whether out of embarrassment or because of legitimate shock. “And by that,” you laughed out of sheer nervousness, “I mean to…feel your face. I never asked before because I assumed you didn’t…want me to.”

Genji remained silent, watching as a faint blush did in fact cover your cheeks. “You wish to…touch me?”

“If you were to allow it,” you shook your hands defensively with a nervous laugh, “I just…I didn’t want to assume, and then do it, only to make you upset. I respect you more than that, Genji.”

It was silent for some time after you gave your honest reasoning, which he feared might have intimidated you in some way. He stared at you intently, lowering his head for a moment before the sounds of the hydraulics snapping and steam hissing filled your ears. Your mouth parted slightly, your heart beginning to beat quicker from what he was doing. Pausing, he held the bottom half of his visor within his cybernetic hand.

In a hypnotic fashion, you rose your hands, hesitantly finding his neck, and moved your hands upwards to where his face would be. The both of you were quiet, so much so that he himself felt he could hear your heartbeat race the moment your fingers found the scarred flesh of his visage. He felt your fingers delicately dance on the remaining skin he had, exploring slowly only in response to his body language.

He closed his eyes as your fingers cradled his face and treated his skin with such care. How therapeutic it felt, your skin on his, and how foreign, but pleasurable, it felt, to have gentle hands on his face. A soft, hesitant sigh came from him, which immediately caused you to lift your hands in worry. “A-Are you alright? Have I—“

“No,” he reopened his eyes quickly, shaking his head himself in protest, “you are fine. This…this is fine.”

You made sure, receiving the OK by him, and continued to feel around his face. Gingerly your fingers made their ways around his nose, memorizing its feel and shape through touch, and caressed the injured skin he formerly hid.

His hands found your wrists, keeping hold of them firmly without any protest from you as you rested just centimeters from his face. He hadn’t his visor, and while he felt vulnerable — exposed, even —  the moment your hands returned to his flesh, he felt safer. The warmth of your breath and close proximity you shared made his own heartbeat race. Genji’s breath hitched once he heard your voice,

“I know what you look like, Genji,” you whispered with a timid smile and deep blush, “you’re very handsome.”

It wasn’t a pity compliment or some fabrication that you thought of on the spot, and Genji hadn’t any reason to believe it was at this moment in time. From the many, many times he convinced himself you remained with him because of pity, time and time again, you proved him wrong. For you to not know what he looked like because of your own sense of fear, concerned him, yes, but something more ebbed in his mind.

This intimate moment the bother of you were sharing.

Through your earnest words, a part of you could feel how wide his eyes were from your statement. The raven-haired male remained still, a warm feeling beginning to fill in both his cheeks and stomach.

Gently, you pressed your lips onto his cheek and slowly pulled back. It was a careful kiss, one that he did not expect. It was over one of his many facial scars, and you wore the same, reassuring smile you always had when you were with him. He hesitated to respond, his eyes looking straight into the cloudy ones that were your own.

The cyborg didn’t even try to restrain himself before pulling you into a tight embrace.

[blackwatchwriting-blog]

Some people like entertaining the idea of Blackwatch having a canine unit. Any thoughts on that~?

i absolutely support and love this headcanon.

whether they were dogs who were neglected and given to Blackwatch or removed from the Strike Team for being either too violent or perhaps unfitting to the appeal of Overwatch, i feel that Blackwatch would definitely have a form of a Blackwatch canine unit.

they could be slightly enhanced or had completely undergone cybernetic surgery while assisting Blackwatch members during various missions, or even just basic training. 

i feel Gabriel and McCree would be the ones to love the canines the most, and McCree being heavily emotionally invested into certain dogs that would assist the team more than others. i see him giving them certain nicknames despite their “unit” or “supplied” name, and even go so far as to spend his “off days” with them.

Moira is both a cat and a dog person, but i feel she would be rather indifferent if they were to assist her or in her general company. Unless they were recently altered or she had to evaluate their performance, she wouldn’t really think much of it. Genji i think would internalize whether they would see him either as a man or machine, but if one were to play fetch or train with him more (granted he’s in the mood, too) i think we’d see a “happier” side to him.

now i want to write about this!

[blackwatchwriting-blog]

I'd just like to say that your latest fic, Repair, is an absolute delight to read! Already reading it for the 3rd time today I just really can't help it XD I hope you're having a wonderful day and I can't wait to read more stories from you~ (no pressure of course; I appreciate you taking the time to write for everyone in the community ❤)

ahh, you are too kind and so sweet! reading this really made me feel better and made me so happy. i’m happy you enjoyed my writing! it truly means a lot, thank you. i hope you have a wonderful day and week! i hope i can continue to write stories that meet your fancy! 

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:o hows about one for our boy genji? Hes walkin around the base and he hears that theres a new recruit, and it turns it to be a friend he knew back when he was apart of the shimada clan. Your writing is always very lovely!

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He held his right hand out in front of him with his wrist straight, his irises tracing over the mechanical tendons and segments of his non-human hand. Transneural electrodes were implanted into the ulnar and and medians of his right arm from his most recent replacement (due to a miscalculation on the battlefield, mind you) repeatedly, and Genji grew accustomed to the constant surgery he underwent that week.

Once again, he flexed his cybernetic fingers, moving from finger to finger and discovering how long it took for him to react. At first, he was slow, connecting his fingertips to the thumb one at a time. He would repeat this activity, (as it was recommended by both Dr. Ziegler and the surgeons of Blackwatch themselves) but it became more of a hassle than he’d want. Clenching his fist, he ignored the looming shadow that hovered before him while he continued his exercises.

“Sorry to interrupt, Genji,” the figure before the cyborg began, “but we got new fellas with us.”  

The raven-haired male did not meet their gaze. “Of what concern is this to me?”

“Commander wants a “brief” before we go out tomorrow,” They stepped back for just a moment, using air quotations. “I ain’t gonna force ya, but, thought I’d at least tell ya before you get an earful.”

“You give me enough of an earful as it is.” Genji lowered his eyelids, murmuring something else in his native tongue, to which the other didn’t understand.

“As chipper as ever, I see,” a soft chuckle left them before turning and making eye contact with someone in the hall, “don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

The cyborg said nothing, only glance at the smoke escaping the individual’s mouth through his peripheral. They left, their spurs lowering in volume as they joned a group of individuals into the hallway not too distant away. Lifting himself up, Genji soon followed exiting the room, all the while avoiding others while the crowd grew in number.

The black-hatted agent eyed his teammate from across the room before watching as their shared Commander used his hands to motion where teams were to separate, among other things with the hologram before them. It was then that the red-eyed agent decided to finally view the latest additions to the roster. He narrowed his eyes, as if for clarification, the moment he saw that it was, in fact, you. He was late, thus missed the ‘introductions’ but was not mistaken.

You, a person from long ago, before his change; before his near-death. You were there, alongside military personnel. Your face had not changed in the slightest, the only alteration was the way you styled your hair, and even then he could recognize it was still you. 

How were you in Blackwatch? Of what circumstances brought you here? Even as The Commander carried his voice, making sure everyone understood who was who and begun the specificity of mission objectives, you wore that same grin you did from the past.

“Alright, agents. Now that the lot of you here, I’m going to give you the  of what’s to come with tomorrow’s reconnaissance. At exactly 17:00 hours…”

Reyes’ voice trailed off. Genji paid no attention to the briefing, since he knew it would end the same as it usually did. Using him to eliminate any extra unwanted attention, asking if his body was OK, seeing if he could detect certain A.I., rinse and repeat. At this point he wondered if he should even attend. Disregarding the comments from the leader did not remove the topic at hand, however.

The cyborg sensed your eyes on him during the briefing but did his best to ignore it. He both ignored and avoided you for most of that day – even following days that turned to weeks. Attempts at conversation with him were fruitless, and multiple instances he would dismiss you altogether if you even tried to go near him. It didn’t discourage you, which he unfortunately expected, but prompted him to distance himself even further as time progressed.

Why did you insist on speaking to him?

As he sat alone, cross-legged on a platform overlooking the waves, he sensed your presence distance from him. His posture was stiff, and he hated how no matter the efforts he took to avoid you, you somehow found your way to be near him, or to be in his company. He didn’t understand what you were trying to do, or even to accomplish, by approaching him in such a way.

“Leave me,” Genji barked as he listened to your footsteps came closer, “I want to be alone.”

“Alone?” you questioned with a hint of sarcasm in your tone. “You mean like how you wanted to be ‘alone’ every time you got in an argument with me and ran to the arcade?”

“This is different,” he growled, not appreciating your attempt at a joke.

“Well, yeah, things are different. For one, your hair isn’t that ridiculous bright green anymore,” Genji immediately turned his head to you as if he were going to protest your words, but you continued, “and you always wore foreign fashion whenever you could. …Then again, it was your thing and grew on everyone after awhile…well, mostly everyone.”

You rambled on with a rather gleeful expression, clapping your hands together in excitement upon reciting certain memories. Was this your idea of being friendly? To dance around the subject? To ignore his change in appearance? To try and bring up lighter times of the past? He was an amalgamation of wiring, hardware and cybernetics. Did you not see that? He was no longer human, but a machine. The agent found himself growing increasingly frustrated. The longer you laughed, he found himself glaring, brows furrowing at your amusement.

“Why do you insist on speaking as if nothing has changed?” The cyborg interrupted finally, his glacial stare cutting through you as your smile faltered somewhat. “Why do you persist in coming by me? Are you truly that naive? Why do you speak to me the way I am now?”

It was the only thing he had said with true harshness amongst your extended periods of talking. As the both of you sat on the top of the Gibraltar control tower, he noticed your hesitation. You had gone quiet, avoiding his eye contact but kept a nervous smile despite his questions. After all of that false positivity he assumed you forced yourself into saying, he concluded this was enough and would simply relocate. Shifting his position, he removed himself from his position before hearing you speak again.

“Because you’re still Genji,” you replied honestly with a smile, “the same jokester I grew up with.”

His once lidded eyes widened only slightly at your remark.

“What are you on about?” he questioned defensively.

You laughed nervously before responding to his question. “Only you would respond to that cowboy the way you did.”

He paused, watching your demeanor as if were new to him. A jokester? The same? This was not a friendly environment, nor the place to take things in such a light-hearted manner. And for you, to just show up as you did; for you, to treat this as though this was your childhood, agitated him. He didn’t trust you, couldn’t trust you – the fact that you just so happened to enter Blackwatch months after he was able to function properly? To ignore what he had become? To regard it as if it were insignificant?

“You are a fool.”

“You act as though I should treat you differently, Genji.” His crimson irises watched as you took a rock and tossed it into the water below. You made an effort to toss another one but it simply slipped through your hands and onto the platform beneath you.

“We are not children, and this is not the past.”

It took you some time to respond, but you eventually did with a nod, agreeing with a toss of another rock. “You’re right. We’re not kids anymore…and this isn’t the past.” You stood up, groaning as you began to stretch. “But you’re here, and you’re still you.”

“Spare me this ridiculous pep talk,” he responded bitterly.

“If that’s what you want. I mean…It wasn’t really a pep talk, but…” you laughed nervously, trying to ease the tension. “I won’t take anymore of your time. But,” you held up your index finger, prompting a quizzical expression from him as it caught his attention, “you’re still my friend. Remember that.”

You kept your eyes on him before descending, albeit a bit clumsily, onto the ground. “It’s really good to see you again, Genji.”

Genji said nothing in response. He turned away, facing the ocean with narrowed eyes. How long you smiled, how long you kept going on about him being the same as he was? Preposterous. He forced himself to listen to multiple sounds nearby to distract himself: the waves crashing on the boulders below, seabirds calling to one another, the footsteps of agents in the distance. Anything. As time progressed, and as the sky lost its warm hue to a cooler one, he discovered it was more difficult than he imagined. Finding he could not, he lowered his head, balling his right hand into a fist and looking over the detail.

Had he really not changed at all to you?

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Do you write angst?

i do! my most recent piece was slightly angsty upon reflection, and i will tag it as such. that being said, angst prompts such as ab/se, depression, and character death, i can and will write for, but will place warnings both in the tags and beginning of the request.

those three topics, for example, i will not go into complete and utter detail of (such as the violent acts or having any of the characters doing terrible things to the reader) but use it as a base for a prompt. so for instance, if the reader was ab/sed and say, McCree happened to notice scarring or the like, i would write with how he would help them and recovery, upon their request.

i hope i worded that well, i am the absolute worst when it comes to explaining!

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How about a request where Jesse, Genji and Gabriel's (separately please) s/o is tending to any wounds they may have gotten during a mission.

If Injured:

Jesse McCree

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, they double check 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 ways 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 they 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.”

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