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Hello guys, bit of an announcement so please read . I'm gonna end up posting on ao3 and do actual fics now . Though , i'll still be doing requests and stuff on here .
Another very big thing is i'm allowing nsfw content now . This of course means no minors should be interacting with my content . Thank you all for reading , have a wonderful day / evening / night .
Hello I saw that you write for smoke and got so excited. I really wanted to tell someone about an idea that has been in my head for months about smoke. So smoke with cute and caring s/o is chefs kisses don’t get me wrong but smok with mean s/o is just something else. Like reader would be cold and mean to him (mainly in public and then be occasionally sweet in private) and tomas would just be so in love. He would follow reader around with that puppy love look and when reader give him the bare minimum of attention he would just melt kicking his legs and giggling. (Reader loves him to death really but struggles with showing it how others do)
Sorry for my rambling but could you maybe do smoke with male reader that is like this? I need more tomas in life! No worries if you don’t want to tho. X
Smoke x mean reader
( so sorry it took me so long )
-Your relationship with Smoke was.. Complicated. You both took part in the Lin Kuei, which is how you two got together in the first place. The complicated part, surprisingly, wasn't due to the constant fighting to protect Earthrealm; far from it. It was you, you made it complicated.
-It was because of your short temper, lack of wanting/giving attention, and some other stuff you refuse to admit to yourself, or Tomas. You love him to death, more than anything but you just have such a hard time matching his energy.
-It’s worse in public; your loving, doting boyfriend will run up behind you, wrapping his arms around your midsection, and all you would respond with was prying his hands off of you and walking away. Of course Tomas follows you happily still, continuing to try and gain your affections. Each time it ends with a failure, and a downturned Smoke. Once in your secure private shared room, you would apologize to him, even giving him a side hug, and if you are feeling extra cuddly, a full hug.
-You hated how you treated him, Smoke adored you so much, and you adored him, but internally. Each hug and kiss, and lingering touch to your shoulder made your heart nearly combust; and yet you always met that love with anger. It plagued you each and every second, but no matter how hard you tried to reciprocate, you couldn't. Thankfully Tomas was patient, and that also hurt you. How someone as sweet and loving as Tomas would adore someone as wicked and cruel as you.
-In one of your most dreaded interactions you had managed to bring tears into Smoke's eyes. It was in public, you were already in a bad mood because of who knows what, everything was bothering you lately. Tomas was by your side, clinging onto your arm and talking while you were busy with something else. You should've communicated, should have told him you were overstimulated, that you just didn't want to be bothered with your work. Instead, you didn't. You shoved your arm out of his and glared at him.
-Your stare would soften when you saw the tears building up at his eyes, you quickly go to grasp his hands, but he's walking away before you can graze them. You stand there, eyes on the ground as onlookers stare in confusion and a bit of disdain for you. When you finally get the courage to move, instead of returning to your work, you decide to follow after Tomas. Fearing the worst, you creep over to his room, knocking nervously against the door.
-You hear a sniffle, two, before footsteps begin approaching. Smoke opens the door, his face puffy and red from tears. He looks at you in a way that makes your heart burn, a pain you've never recognized on his face. The first thing you do is wrap your arms around Smoke, nudging the door shut with your foot while you walk him backwards and seat him on the bed.
-You keep your arms around him as you wrack your brain on what to say, but the words won't come out your mouth. So, instead of sitting there doing nothing to help the situation you caused, you sit behind Tomas, pulling him back until his head is rested against your chest, your arms wrapped around his waist.
-Tomas is understandably still upset at you, his head hung low and lips in a pout. But that anger doesn't stop him from turning himself around and burying his face into your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
-You both sat in silence for a bit, the only sound to be heard was the soft puffs of breathing. Eventually you speak up, but your voice is barely above a whisper, you don't want to ruin such a delicate moment. You speak, words crafted with all the things you should have said, all the things you feel about him.
-How attentive, kind, and loving he is. You speak how you should speak to him everyday, with pure adoration. And even as you stumble or trip up on your words, you can see the small smile and tinge of blush forming on Tomas' lips. You give him one of your own.
-As you go to speak more, Smoke shushes you and gently takes your face in his hands. When he speaks your heart melts, he praises you even though you treated him so badly, he forgives you but he asks you to try. Try to be more receptive, try to be more loving. You nod eagerly, you couldn't lose someone like Tomas. He leans in and you do too, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. Things seemed to be at least a bit more positive.
-After that, you did indeed fix your behavior, kind of. You had your moments, and whenever you did, Tomas slaps you on the back of the head, gently. Most times. At least it's usually followed by a kiss.
Hello , because of my job and busy schedule I will primarily post on weekends . I am currently cookin up a Smoke drabble , so expect it soon :3 . Thank you all for the patients , I hope you all have a wondrous day , evenin , or night .
Genji x male reader who is also an cyborg ninja like Raiden Metal Gear Rising Revengeance
( Thank you for the ask . )
Synopsis ; You are a half cyborg ninja , the other cyborg ninja ( Genji ) takes interest in you because of this .
Cw ; Minor violence ( I am so sorry I keep including some violence . )
-Being half human half cyborg was a tough way to live. You were constantly being eyeballed by both human and omnics alike, and people would avoid you on the streets like a plague. Your life has changed ever since the incident, and you often found yourself hopping from hotel to hotel, or even on the streets. Though this lifestyle seemed dangerous to outsiders, you weren't in any sort of trouble usually. You had grown up learning how to wield blades and other weapons, so you were safe from attackers who thought they could take advantage of you.
-Eventually your skills caught the eye of none other than Talon, a primarily morally bad organization that wants your talent for their own gain. And being that you are alone, broke, and essentially homeless; you take the offer to join them. Your first few days were rough. Being flung into a new environment full of people who didn’t care for rules or anything was a less than ideal situation. But what else could you do? You weren’t about to go back to hotel hopping. So you just steered clear of everyone outside of missions where you were forced to interact, but it was usually just yelled orders in your direction.
-On one terrible morning in Talon, you were called down for a debrief for a mission against Overwatch. A name you heard many times, but never really encountered on the field yet. Everytime Doomfist would mention the organization, he would do it in a way that taught you to despise them, so you knew they had to be absolute assholes, right? But you were also an asshole working with Talon, and your own research on overwatch concluded they wanted to save the world, but according to Doom they weren’t doing it right. This job was incredibly confusing. The mission was simple: infiltrate an Overwatch weapons facility and steal weaponry and maybe any intel Sombra - another Talon agent - could find. Simple, right?
-Wrong. Not simple, because when you arrived on scene, there were already guards there. No biggie, you could climb the wall and get in yourself while Sombra does her hack things. So you do; scaling the wall with ease and slipping into an open window. You landed on a grated platform, above all the weapons and equipment. Some guards were gathered there, so you carefully crouched down, readying your blade and swiftly taking each guard out before they could raise a gun to you. You pull back and place your sword in the holster, taking out your radio to tell your teammates the room is clear for extraction.
-When the other Talon agents arrive and start looting, you're instructed to keep watch, perching yourself back onto the grated high ground you had once been on. Everything was going well. Until there was a slice in the air and someone was lunging towards you. The speed caught you off guard, but you were able to quickly dodge before whoever was attacking you grabbed you. You lunged back, unsheathing your sword and looking at the assailant.
-You were shocked to see a man clad in a robotic like suit, similar to yours. You weren’t the only shocked one, as the attacker also seemed to be in the same position of confusion. You both stare at each other for a solid minute before you both, at the same time lunge forward; you both promptly stop in shock once more, a bit in awe at the similarity. It’s the presumed Overwatch agent that strikes first, throwing three shuriken at you. You lunged out of the way, but one managed to slice its way into the metal of your upper arm. Quickly regaining your senses, you run at him with a sword and, of course, he also has a sword.
-After a bit of back and forth a shout came from one of your team members signifying that it was time to go. You dash off of the grated platform and onto a vehicle containing the stolen goods and your team members. All the while you keep your eyes glued onto the green and grey robot man, he doesn’t do anything, he lets you go. The ride back to base was filled with laughter and pride. But you stayed quiet, something about the man you encountered left you stunned, and oddly, you wanted to see him again. You chalked these intruding thoughts up to years of loneliness and mistreatment clouding your judgment. Yet you still sit in your seat, hand delicately tracing the shuriken he had lodged in your arm, pondering what would have happened if you and that man met under different circumstances.
-Later that night you left the house in search of. Well, peace. The base had gotten louder because of the successful heist, and you just needed to get away for a bit. You head to your usual spot, a cliff-like area where you could sit down and relax. You were there for about 30 minutes before you were suddenly disrupted by someone walking up behind you, their footsteps were oddly quiet so you were sure it was someone trying to mug you or something. It was a shock when the person didn’t rob you, but instead sat down next to you. It was the robot man from earlier. You were very confused but he didn’t seem violent and you two just sat there for a bit. You kept your guard up, but you found yourself enjoying the company. No one talked, and it would stay like that until the man left. You also left after a bit, in a much better mood than before.
-The next following months each and every night you would sit at that spot and the man would join you. The first few weeks you two didn’t speak, but eventually you both introduced yourselves. You had learned through one of your many conversations the reason why Genji was the way he is, and you had also confided in him of your own story. In many of your conversations Genji would ask you to quit Talon and transfer to Overwatch, or just leave Talon and disappear somewhere ( Of course he told you to keep contact with him ). However each time you would shut it down, you had heard way too many speeches about the repercussions of splitting off, and you didn't think anyone in Overwatch would be fond of you joining.
-That is until a few weeks later Genji had told you of an ex Talon member who was welcomed easily into the Overwatch agency ( Not without some backlash from Talon itself ). So after careful consideration, and Genji's persistence, you two devised a plan. Firstly, Genji would tell Overwatch about your situation, and then you would pack; later that night you would sneak away and never return. Genji, the absolute sweetheart, was even able to stick you in a base that was farther away as it would help you steer clear of any Talon agents while your disappearance is processed.
-There were a few Overwatch agents there already, as well as Genji who also stayed with you. so you were well protected if anything were to happen. Thankfully it didn't. The base was nice, quiet, and the people there were much friendlier but a bit overwhelming so you usually hung out with Genji in your room. During that time you two just kept getting closer and closer, and eventually Genji showed you his face. That moment your heart was pounding, he was unbelievably gorgeous, and though he hated his scars you absolutely adored them. You worried him though, your long seconds of silence made you believe that you were uncomfortable, but you assured him you were just in so much shock someone could be that handsome.
-From that day on there was a new bloom to your relationship, you two sat closer, Genji would take off his mask, and you would take off your own prosthetics. It was something new, but something you realized you needed, and looked forward to. When you were finally cleared for safety, you and Genji went back to the main base and your feelings only grew from there. Missions with him felt more meaningful, watching him save people or show off was a thrill you never knew you could enjoy. And everytime you did something good, he would praise you after making your heart beat in your chest loudly.
-Of course your feelings got too unbearable to ignore, and one humid night you asked him out. Out to the same cliff he had joined you in originally. You both sat in silence until you mustered enough courage to spill your heart to him. It was fast, clumsy, and probably confusing. But in the end Genji takes off his face plate and smiles at you, telling you he feels the same. Time seems to stop for a minute, but you smile back and grab his hand, dragging him back to base. You would only really be affectionate in private, the quiet 'I love you's' hidden behind closed doors. However sometimes during battle Genji will bump his faceplate into your cheek until you give it a kiss.
I am feeling much better and am finally able to get back into writing again. Thank you for your kind words :3 . Expect a genji x reader and a smoke x reader this weekend .
Hi hi I love your writing style for male readers! Could you do an image or headcanons for Cassidy, Hanzo and Genji where thier s/o and child (either buy surrogate or some overwatch tech that lets two men have a child) get kidnapped by talon and their child is killed and s/o is blaming themselves for what happened. 
I totally understand if you don’t feel comfortable with writing this.
Ah , I will have to decline that , I apologize , however thank you for asking .
Hi I was wondering if you could do some head canons for Cassidy? Where is his s/o is a big gamer and they introduce him to red dead redemption 2. (Not sure if you know the game or not) I can image Cassidy getting really attached to Arthur and hating on Micah. I can also see them playing the online to get her and Cassidy is just enjoying the scenery and then they turn around to see their s/o getting dragged around by another player.
If you don’t want to write about this it’s totally fine but if you do thank you in advance!
Thank you for the ask , I tried by best .
Synopsis ; You are a huge , HUGE gamer . However your boyfriend , Cassidy , isn't as in tune with the digital world. So you introduce him to a game that you think he will like . ( Red Dead Redemption 2 )
Cassidy isn't big on games, sure he likes watching you play them, (He just likes watching you do whatever) but he can never seem to win or even understand the concepts of a controller in his hand. The buttons are too confusing, and because you're a huge game nerd, you have multiple consoles with different controllers with different settings and oh my gosh he doesn't get it. How do you memorize all the different buttons, the moves, the characters? He's in awe when you play.
Usually, it would be you on the floor with some type of game projected onto your tv, and Cassidy’s head in your lap while you focus on your game. Occasionally Cassidy would ask you a question about it, but he generally just stayed pretty quiet and admired the screen, and you. That is how it usually went. Until you pulled out a new game, a game you had bought with the intention to show Cole. It’s something you had heard about before, but never really got into. Until you learned there was a multiplayer option.
You hadn’t told Cole about it yet, leading the day as any normal one with your boyfriend following you around like usual. When you loaded up Red Dead Redemption 2, you could already see the glint in Cassidy’s eyes as he sat next to you. You smile, already knowing your plan would work. You started as normally, eyes trained on the game as it played out in front of you. Cassidy was absolutely enthralled and would ask you many many questions about who was who, the premise, etc. He was just so happy to see multiple cowfolk in the media.
He seemed to really relate to and enjoy Arthur. But he absolutely despised Micah, and even booed when the man would appear on screen. He gave his opinions on other characters too, relating Sadie to someone he used to be friends with, and saying you reminded him of Charles. It was cute how he would get excited when you booted up the game. And you absolutely loved it too, the game was quite fun. And seeing how Cole liked it, made it a even better experience.
It got even better when the next day you had set up an extra tv, controller, and of course another copy of Read Dead 2. Of course you had paid the online service fee for both of you, something Cole will never know, leds he lecture you on spending money on him. But how could you not? The way his eyes lit up, voice carrying a happy tilt to it. It made your heart flutter, and now that you could play with him things would be even better.When Cassidy got to your home you greeted him with a hug and a kiss before eagerly leading him to your shared room.
He was confused at your sudden excitement, but smiled along with you as you practically dragged him. His confusion grew even more as his eyes set onto the extra tv setup. Though judging by your extremely large smile and you ushering him to sit down, he wasn’t too worried. You explain to him your plan, fidgeting nervously with your own controller as you tell him you want to try the online feature with him. He accepts almost immediately, though you have to spend some time getting him used to the controls.
The online wasn't that busy thankfully, and you and Cassidy would ride horses side by side and go sightseeing. You would look over at him and just watch him play and interact with the horses. It melted your heart how he would verbally hush the fake horse after accidentally hitting it. He was so kind, and so silly it made your heart swell. Other players would come up to you both, often riding alongside or causing some type of trouble, but it was primarily civil.
One afternoon, Cole and you sat down to play some online as you usually do, however you wanted to show him the lavender fields in Big Valley. Something you knew he would adore. The ride there had you both chatting idly, mainly about Cole's line of work in overwatch. It was going well, and as you two approached the beautiful scenery you couldn't help but smile at Cole. It seemed stupid, getting happy over a game, but seeing how happy your boyfriend looked just made you giddy.
Unbeknownst to you, and to Cole, a player had run up to you with their lasso out, snagging you and just dragging you around the land. Once you had caught notice of this, you let out a burst of laughter. This prompts Cole to look over as well, and the sight of you getting dragged causes him to let out his own hearty laugh too. He chases the player around, vowing to free you from your silly predicament. And he does, fairly easily. The other player finally leaves, leaving you two alone to look at the scenery. And just like you had predicted, Cole loves it.
Playing Read Dead became a sort of pastime for you both, something to do to relax and wind down. Of course Cole would be content watching you play the story mode, and sometimes he would prefer to. But all that you cared about was him having fun, and you achieved that goal.
Gamer s/o x Cassidy Anon ; I see you , I hear you . And I am working on it . I LOVE red dead 2 . However it will take a bit as I graduate tomorrow , and I also want to pour my entire soul into the headcanons . I love gaming , I love Cassidy , and I love red dead . Thank you for the request .
Sorry for the ramble , I know ya'll don't come here for that lol .
I love your work and I was wondering if I could request Hanzo from overwatch x male reader fluffy?
( Hello , thank you for the ask . I didn't know how you wanted it formatted , so I just followed my previous style . Hope you enjoy this . )
Synopsis; Hanzo and reader ( pre-established relationship ) go on a date after a tough mission .
Cw ; Brief violence , only brief .
- Everything started off good. You woke up in Hanzo’s arms, smothered into his chest as you both regained consciousness. The first sensation you feel is a light kiss pressed into your hair, the second was cold air enveloping you as your boyfriend moved up and out of the bed. You sigh, knowing you also probably need to get up.
- You sit up with a yawn, smoothing your mussed up hair with one hand and pushing the covers off with the other. Judging by the absent sound of feet, Hanzo must have already gone out of your shared room, probably to go to his so he can retrieve some clothes. You do the same, standing up with a low grunt and begin to get ready. Everything was normal.
- But now you're on a battlefield that's too loud, in gear that's too tight. While you had managed to safely secure yourself a spot behind some sort of structure, you were previously all over the place trying to help those who seemed to be injured. But the worst part is: you couldn't find hanzo.
- You knew the archer was more than capable of defending himself. You knew his past, his strengths. But still, you couldn't help but worry about your lover. You couldn't do much, the bullets were still clearly ringing out behind the object you were hiding against. You would wait for an opening, though that meant you would wait to find your archer.
- Speaking of Hanzo, he is deathly worried. He saw you scurry about the wide expanse of the street, he watched you help others. What he didn't see was you ducking behind a building. All he knows is that you're gone, and he's worried.
- He's perched atop a building, bow in hand as he effortlessly takes out targets. Usually, you would be there right next to him, admiring his skills; a routine you both enjoyed greatly. But now you weren't here, and you were possibly in danger. Hanzo could not let you get hurt.
- Hanzo's tracking skills found you immediately, and he was relieved to find you unharmed and safe. You smile upon seeing him, scrambling up to hug him as tightly as you could. You could feel him squeeze back. You both pull away. Disregarding your tasks would be unwise. Hanzo swings you over his shoulder and scaling a building for high ground. Thankfully, you both have long range weaponry.
- The rest of the mission went smoothly from there, no big casualties or mistakes. The two of you leave shortly after you're cleared to. Something weird happened before though. Hanzo, the PDA hater. Grabs your hand. In front of everyone. This catches you extremely off guard, yet you make no complaints as you both head back to base. A small smile on your lips the entire way home.
- The first thing you both do is shower, the built up sweat and grime on both your bodies is nearly unbearable. Plus, a second shower never hurts. Once you're both dressed in more comfortable clothing you settle down in Hanzo's room. It's silent except for the soft breathing coming from you two contently cuddling. You're practically on top and wrapped around Hanzo, but he doesn't seem to mind. His hands are gently rubbing your back.
- Sadly, he does eventually ask you to pull away and you frown as you do so, scooching onto the actual bed instead of being on him. He apologizes, kisses your forehead and explains he'll be right back. He just has to do something quickly. You nod in slight confusion, it was late at night. But you wouldn't question it, you just waited. You trusted Hanzo entirely.
- About ten minutes pass before Hanzo is back, by this time you're sitting upright and staring at the door like a dog whose owner had left. And like a dog you get incredibly excited when Hanzo comes back. You are about to ask him if he's alright, but the items in his hands stop any noise from coming out of your mouth.
- Hanzo spreads out an array of snacks and drinks on a small pull-out table. Moving said table to the middle of the room where he places down some carving tools and various sized wood blocks. Your heart swells when he looks up at you from where he's seated on the floor.
- You're quick to jump off the bed, taking your own place facing Hanzo. You smile widely, and he smiles back. He speaks calmly, telling you he wants to do something special with you because of the rough day you both had. You nearly sob and quickly reach out to hug Hanzo tightly, pulling back only so you could pepper light kisses over his face. He chuckles at your actions.
- The rest of the night runs beautifully, you both sit in primarily silence, only talking when either of you want to show off what you carved. Hanzo even put on light music and lit up his favorite incense candles. It was perfect, peaceful, and incredibly fun. Hanzo carves up some intricate piece which you fawn over and praise him for. You carve up a heart, it's for him. And though it is rough, Hanzo nearly tears up when you nervously place it into his hands. He adores it, adores you.
- After cleaning up and finding areas for your artworks. You both sluggishly climb into Hanzo's bed, immediately grasping each other for closeness and warmth. A kiss on the lips leaves you breathless, and you are almost giddy with energy when Hanzo pulls back. Thankfully your sleepiness catches up to you when Hanzo turns off the lights and holds you close to his chest. You both drift off to sleep peacefully, and to no one's surprise, your dreams are filled with Hanzo's image.
Synopsis ; Reader (referred to as ‘you’) is a medic on base (overwatch for Cass, Talon for Reaper). You have some sort of healing ability, and are tasked with of course, healing others. This contains fluff and getting together also hand holding, watch out.
Cw ; Injury , blood , violence. (Not graphic)
Cole Cassidy :
When you had met, it was in the infirmary. Cassidy had just gotten back from an extraction, and was shot in the leg. He had come into the office covered and blood and limping. You, being a doctor, of course ran to his side so he could lean on you. You drag him into an empty room, forcing him to lay down on a cot as he swears to you “It’s not that bad.”
His injury wasn’t bad, a wound easily fixed with your enhanced medical knowledge and skills. The cowboy takes note of your quick, precise work and mutters out some sort of praise, a flirtatious tone clinging to his words. You're caught off guard by this, for one, you had no idea who he is (Which makes sense, anyone who knows Cassidy isn’t fazed by his behavior), and two: you were never one to be complimented.
Cassidy takes notice of your sudden tense frame and they way you slightly turn your head to hide the blush on your skin. He chuckles, flashing his teeth in a toothy grin as he thanks you again before jumping off the cot and leaving. You couldn’t even process what you were feeling, let alone remind him he needs to stay off his leg. You’ll send a quick text to Angela, she’ll let him know. Hopefully.
You’ll see him again after that, whether in the infirmary getting patched up, or just around the overwatch base. Over time you both become somewhat close, conversations become deeper, and interactions become longer. Sometimes you’ll go to his quarters just to lie around, and he’ll go to yours to do the same. And you even started responding to his flirting better, opting to joke back with him, thrilled whenever you get him wide eyed and blushing. It was comfortable.
The next time you encounter the cowboy: it’s directly on the battlefield. You weren’t new to fights, to war. You have experienced it many times. Even taken lives. But that doesn’t matter, because you’re here. Surrounded by gunshots and the sickening scent of blood and death. You’re hovering over Cassidy, his blood staining your hands and invading your senses.
Your hands are heavy as they push into the large gash on Cassidy's side, your gaze uneasy as you meet the cowboy’s eyes. Unsurprisingly, he’s smiling, the same toothy grin you would witness nearly everyday. You’re unable to resist giving him your own smile back, even as tears pool in your eyes.
The tears roll down your cheeks when Cassidy gently cups your jaw in his hand. You sob when he shakily sits up and kisses you. He then proceeds to pass out, leaving you once again scared, but determined to help him. You quickly use the best of your ability to patch him up, which gives you time to call for help. When transportation arrives you are quick to load him up into the vehicle, strapping him down and taking vitals as the machine speeds back to base.
You make quick work properly healing Cassidy once you gain access to the right materials. A few hours pass and he’s stable and fast asleep on a hospital bed. Not once did you leave his side, pulling up a chair and holding his hand for a while. Reluctantly you pull back, busying yourself with fixing up his blood stained and crushed hat. Which was actually left at the battle site, but Angela had recovered it and brought it to you. You get the stains out and readjust it so it once again returns to its original shape.
Unbeknownst to you, Cassidy had woken up and saw you, his heart immediately swelling up with joy as he watched you carefully fix his most prized possession. He can’t conceal his awareness much longer, barking out a slight laugh when you place the hat on your head. You nearly jump out your skin when you hear him, but are quickly giggling with him once you realize what’s going on.
You dote on him every step of the way during his recovery, which Cassidy absolutely adores. Though he hates when you wake up with an aching back, because you insisted on sleeping in a chair next to his bed. Of course the kiss is still on your mind, but you can’t tell if it was a deathbed type of thing or a genuine type of thing.
You get your answer when Cassidy fully recovers. You’re helping him to his room, even though he’s cleared to walk and exist on his own, you’re still incredibly worried. Cassidy practically drags you down onto the bed when you’re both inside the room. Your face is pressed into his chest, his arms wrapped incredibly tightly around you. You gasp out a breath and squirm slightly, adjusting yourself into a more comfortable position. Cassidy stares down at you, you up at him. And then he’s closer, and your eyes are closing and you can feel his beard against your face before your lips are finally pressed together.
You and him are then seen around base holding hands regularly.
Reaper / Gabriel Reyes :
You’re a medic in talon, specifically an understudy to Moira. Although you didn’t agree with her medical malpractice, Talon had offered you a large paycheck for your help at their base, and times are tough so. You meet Reaper a few months into your stay, though you did know who he was since he was high ranking and incredibly infamous. Luckily you steered clear.
Until today. Moira had called you into her room, complaining something in Irish as she paced around gathering materials. She turns to you and quickly starts talking about the situation. You barely are able to digest her words, your gaze focused on the unconscious man strapped to a table with wires hanging around his body. You snap out just in time to hear Moira explain to you there was an emergency and you were to watch over Reaper.
You weren’t sure why you had to, he’s a grown man, but you just nod and sit in the spinny chair by her desk. Moira leaves without a goodbye, or an acknowledgement to your small wave. You stare at Reaper, admiring his features carefully. You even stand to walk around the square table he is placed on. He’s handsome, even with all the scars and the black puffs of smoke slowly seeping out of his body. It doesn’t deter you, instead intrigues you and you make a small glance to the files labeled in his name. But you resist the urge to snoop and plop yourself back into the spinny chair, huffing out a sigh as barely a minute has passed.
Reaper woke up with a grunt, looking around groggily before his eyes landed on you. You pause as you're locked in what seems like a staring contest. You break the silence by quietly, nervously, explaining what Moira had told you. The parts you remembered at least. He huffs out a sigh, obviously upset by your presence. He soon speaks up, but it's a command for you to remove all the wires and iv’s from him.
You trust he’s been through enough procedures to know what he’s doing. And you’re hopping off the stool to carefully remove all of the medical stuff from him. Reaper, although unmoving, furrows his brows at your attentiveness, you even wipe up the leaking blood from his skin when you remove an iv. He didn’t expect that, Moira doesn’t do that, and most people in Talon were dicks. So your kindness was.. Appreciated. Though he doesn’t thank you.
You step back once you're done, asking him if he’s alright or if he needs something. He dismisses you with a wave of his hand, and you nod slightly before once again returning to your seat. You both sit in silence, you honestly had no idea what to do, and every glance you take at the man is met with nothing. He’s unfocused, almost distant from reality. You’re startled when he speaks again, his voice is nice.
Reaper asks your name, which you give quickly. He’s silent for once more, but opens his mouth to ask for you to turn around, he needs to get dressed. You nod and quickly swivel yourself around so you’re facing the cabinets, you close your eyes tightly as well. You can hear some shuffling and clothes being moved around. Even though his outfit was intricate, he was done quickly and mumbles something so you know it's safe to turn around.
When you do, he’s fully suited up and at the door. You ask him if he’s allowed to go, and he just nods before stepping out. You're left alone in the room, and utterly confused on what your purpose was in the first place. Sure, you helped with the iv’s and stuff, but it felt… uneventful. Something that you thought wouldn’t be possible around the renowned Reaper.
You see him again, in a hallway. But he’s hunched over, a clawed hand clutching on the wall so tight, you can see the paint is peeling and flaking off where it’s being gripped. Reaper’s breathing is lapsed, short, and pained. You know he knows you’re there, and as you approach him and crouch down, his mask is tilted towards you. You keep some distance, not yet comfortable with the murder machine in front of you.
You ask if he’s okay. And what you can do to assist him. Like before, he’s quiet, save for his uneven breath. Reaper then speaks, though you can tell it’s through his teeth as his voice is strained. He tells you to stand up, and although you’re confused, you do. He then grabs onto your leg, which causes you to tense up. But you don’t fight it when you realize he’s using you as leverage. He starts to stand, grunting in pain as he hoists himself up. You help him more, grabbing onto his arm (You feel him stiffen, but you ignore it) and pull him up, urging him to lean onto you for more stability.
He does, albeit with an annoyed sigh. Through grit teeth he gives you directions to his room. You two hobble through the thankfully empty halls, and arrive at his door. You help him sit on the bed and ask him questions on his wellbeing. Reaper wishes you would just be quiet, and through his pain hazed mind he takes a hand and places it over your mouth. The sheer size of his clawed hand covers most of your face, and you are rightfully spooked into silence.
He explains his bouts of pain, and how there is no long term relief. He lays down, taking off his mask to inhale more air. You’ve already seen his face, so he can’t really care anymore. You feel awful knowing you can’t help him, so you just sit there quietly watching over him. Which is not something you thought you would do. Neither did he.
After that experience you would find him in more spots like this, and each and every time you would help him back to his room and watch over him. Sometimes he would ask you for something, a pillow, water, his phone. Through time, a lot of time, you two would begin in conversation. Though it was quiet and usually didn’t last long. You grew to enjoy his snarky responses and overconfident claims.
Reaper was shocked when he found himself missing your presence, and that realization quickly spiraled into him rethinking the entire relationship. Once he comes to terms with this newfound information (He broke most things in his room in a confused rage.) He seeks you out in the medical area, grabbing you by your collar and dragging you back to his room. You were incredibly confused, but you went along with it thinking he is having another pain episode.
The first thing Reaper says to you is to disregard the state of his room. You quirk a brow at the destruction but do not question it. Too focused on the half dead man still dragging you further into the room. He lets go and plops himself down on his bed, discarding his mask to the side and staring at you with his usual blank expression. You stare back with a nervous smile, waiting for him to say anything that would help you understand what was going on.
He beckons you over with a finger, and you slowly move towards the bed in front of him before sitting beside him, looking up at him with a confused look. He just stares for a bit, taking in your features before he proudly proclaims that you two are now dating. And to seal the deal he plants a chaste kiss to your brow. You are stunned, utterly gobsmacked as your jaw literally drops in awe. But you close it quickly to smile and place your own kiss to his cheek. Holding onto him tightly.
