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lady-of-endless · 1 year
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“Flashbacks and Height  Differences” (Ramattra x Reader)
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Author's Note: I've never written anything so fast. Also, got a lot more other fic ideas (that don't include a hurt reader, sorry about that pattern). Thank you all for the feedback the other fic got, I wasn't expecting it. As usual, excuse any grammar errors.
Word Count: 1302
Tags: light angst; fluff; a not so subtle confession; they are stubborn and in love, your honor;
Zazen is an ancient technique of meditation in which no matter the emotion one feels, no matter how strong or violent, one remains motionless. The discipline is in continuing to sit still. Ramattra tried that one too, among all the other techniques he knew, with no clarification.
He sat on the ground of a rooftop terrace for meditation in Nepal, at the monastery his brother served. His staff was laid on his crossed legs and its dark orb slowly floated above the same way the incense fume moved through the air. His thoughts were still unbearable, no matter what he did.
In the distance, soft steps were heard, he knew that walking pattern and you knew where to find him.
Ramattra sensed your presence entering the terrace but did not react when the supposed meditation state was disturbed.
You took a seat next to him, mimicking his posture and closing your eyes without saying a word.
An omnic and a human, meditating side by side underneath a night sky. Who was out of place? The truth is that you two became a pair for the monks there, seeing you so often together. Even Zenyatta hummed in contentment when he silently passed by that scene.
From time to time you opened your eyes to look at Ramattra with your peripheral sight. The other times, he would do the same, carefully turning his head inches to you, black cables sliding on his shoulder. Seeing you next to him only worsened the growing murmur of the thoughts he tried so hard to discard. You also knew something was off but waited patiently. A long sight coming from him announced that something was going to almost be said.
 "I was not expecting that level of irrationality from you." He taunted in a clear voice. "When all of the facts and odds were against your chance and you knew that." Ramattra's indignation grew stronger and it could be heard.
You kept your eyes closed for a while, taking in his reaction, understanding for how long he kept it to himself. To be exact, for almost a month, when something went incredibly wrong.
 The decision to assist Ramattra in his daily duties was taken by you with warm excitement. Being busy with the thought that your presence was pleasant, he did not expect an attack from some other humans. All Junkers, with a burning desire to tear his pieces off, not knowing who he was. They were many but not a number you two could not handle.
"How could you hurt one of yours?" He growled in disbelief and anger.
You moved quickly intending to guard Ramattra's back. The gesture was unfortunately realized by the Junkers who have become revolted by the idea of shielding one of those sinister omnics. In the blink of an eye, you could block a hit that targeted Ramattra.
The blow was tougher than you expected, knocking you down in an instant. Everyone froze when the omnic turned around to see his...cherished one, knocked out. The tension grew stronger with each of his heavy breaths.
Before losing touch with everything, you could only catch a glimpse of Ramattra. His posture was not straight anymore, his free hand was clenched into a fist, and the orb from his staff ignited with dark outrage. That was how you knew, the Junkers should have been frightened.
Before unleashing his retribution and turning into his nemesis form, he looked closely at each of their faces. He saw so many humans but no humanity.
Ramattra could not recall the payback that well, what he remembered in detail was what followed. Kneeling and pulling your body in his secure arms to check your vitals, an old and blurred flashback of him holding an injured dear omnic friend, hit him with full force. He was holding you the same way he held one of his people.
Zenyatta could also remember that day, especially the sheer panic of his brother when his larger form stormed inside the monastery calling for him in a strangled tone he did not hear from his brother before.
Ramattra's found family was all gone, the only one remaining was Zenyatta, and even without knowing whatever you were to him. He could not let you go yet.
"Don't you dare leave my side." He whispered close to your face before letting you into his brother's care.
 As the rush of memories disappeared from both of you, Ramattra stood up now, the night breeze moving the ends of his scarf behind him.
"Answer me!" He demanded, striking the ground with his staff. "Why would you put yourself at risk for me?" His words echoed through the place made for quietness.
At his impatience, you finally opened your eyes to look at him.
"The same reason as yours." You explained cautiously, slowly getting up to face him from a distance.
"That was not an answer. A reason for what precisely?" His patience, calmness, and composure were all gone. "You do not get to try to protect me and not tell me why!" He moved swiftly towards you.
 Your arm got caught and your body roughly pulled against his.
 In your eyes, Ramattra was always a stunning sight, but from up close it was breathtaking. The height difference forced you to tilt your head up. Tiny superficial scars decorated his white faceplate here and there, holding stories, tragedies. Metallic ribcage moving almost in sync with your chest when breathing. His seemingly exposed omnic eyes gleamed from underneath the solid mask.
The coldness of the metal against your warm skin was a reminder that he was still holding you. Ramattra rarely moved absent-mindedly, so holding you for longer was an honest intention.
You looked at each other for a little too long.
"I do not get to do that?" You repeated his words. "As I don't get to dare to leave your side?" Ramattra was stunned by his own words coming from your mouth. "Why did you stay by my bedside every day when I was hurt?" You finally asked, turning the tables. "Tell me, Ramattra."
 The omnic hesitated, taking a step back, something you never saw him do.
 After the attack, you spent a couple of days in bed there, in Nepal, under Zenyatta's art of healing. Every day or even at night, when you opened your eyes weakly for seconds, all you could see was Zenyatta's healing orb floating above your head and Ramattra next to you. He was always in the same spot, either fixing something from his components either meditating, or waiting (no one could tell between the last two).
At first, there was anger, because of you, him, the Junkers, the way he fell for someone he was not supposed to, and the fact that his source of tranquility has become you. Understanding that there was no other outlet for his thoughts and feelings, Ramattra had to confess.
 Not knowing how to say it, he did another action you never expected him to do. He bent one knee before you, not breaking eye contact. For what he wanted to say, for once, he wanted your height differences to be reversed. Your hands instinctively cupped his face. Ramattra did not push you away or pull himself away.
He was defeated, yet it did not feel pride-crushing or tense. Ramattra could feel peace again, little by little, in time.
"The most dangerous thing is to have someone worth losing." He finally confessed in a heavy tone.
You looked at him with tenderness, sharing his emotions from long before.
"Then, we will look after each other." You said, letting him get up but grasping his hand.
He nodded once before making a promise to himself and you.
"Then, we will fight for each other."
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sunasstxrz · 23 days
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boyfie kenma texts!!
tw:overwatch and other games
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xmoonlitxdreamx · 1 year
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misc sketches... w the last ones, I wanted to draw junkrat being the more responsible (?) one for once
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supanuts · 2 months
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way just joined a new fandom and is already trying to get kenta to do the same even if he has to drag him by the ankles
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leonhardt-simp · 1 year
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Sleeping In
[canonverse] | fanfic | fluff
Kiriko x F! Reader
Summary: Some cute moments with your girlfriend.
Author’s Note: A fic for you, I haven’t been very active when it comes to writing. I apologize for that 😭 I also wanna apologize for the long post, my read more insert ends up deleting some paragraphs. We making due.
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“You know my mother taught me patience, Y/N…” Kiriko sleepily spoke behind you, her breath slightly tickling your ear as you felt her nuzzle further into your nape. You felt her arms hug you closer, legs slightly pressing into yours as the Kitsune slowly fell back into her slumber.
You pulled up the sheets to keep the warm of the both of you, slipping a hand down to interlocks fingers with your girlfriend’s. “But it’s 1:30 , Kiri..” You softly whisper, a tug pulling you closer to the sleepy girl.
“15 more minutes…” She wasn’t going to let you go, she made that clear.
“We need to get up now, I’m not gonna beg you.” You started to get up, Kiriko sighing as you slipped from her arms and out of the bed, leaving the sleepy fox.
With a sly chuckle, Kiriko sat up in bed and stretched her arms. “I always like a little begging though…” She yawned, covering her mouth with a hand.
You basked in her look, she was disheveled and her bed head made her hair poke out in every direction. You wouldn’t let a comment like that slide though, sleepy or not.
You playfully rolled your eyes, reaching for a pillow to hit her but just before it went in contact with her, she was gone. Distracted, you watched the small blue particles slowly fade before hearing the bathroom door close behind you.
You jumped and turned to the door, “I- What? No fair!” You dropped the pillow onto the bed and walked to the closed door, grabbing the doorknob only to find she locked it when you tried to open it.
“You snooze you lose, sweetheart.” Kiriko taunted with a sleepy rasp, stretching in the bathroom before getting ready to do her morning routine.
You scoffed at her remark.
‘Ironic,’ you thought with a cross of your arms. You couldn’t believe she used her powers to beat you to the bathroom. You should’ve just left her in bed.
Now, you just had to wait your turn.
While you waited though, you had the brilliant idea to slip away to her closet to find something to wear.
She had lots of jackets, hoodies and T-shirts along with her shrine clothes. That special garment was important so you wouldn’t touch that. Everything else though was free for the taking.
Something in her closet did caught your eye, a blue and white jacket you’ve seen her wear before. That was definitely something you wanted to try on while you waited.
After 5ish minutes, Kiriko came out refreshed and ready to take on the day.
Kiriko motioned to the bathroom, “The bathroom is yo-… oh?” Her words died down as she saw you, her eyebrows raising in curiosity when she noticed it was her jacket you had on.
Even with her words and presence, it wasn’t enough for you to notice.
There you stood in her full length mirror looking at yourself model in her blue and white jacket, your eyes more occupied with how you could potentially style the jacket with some kind of [pants/skirt/shorts].
Kiriko didn’t bother to say much more than that as she pleasantly watched, leaning against the doorframe of her bathroom. She would rather watch you wear her clothes, didn’t help the view was one she adored.
You always looked radiant though, her heart would race whenever you both held eye contact. Where you didn’t find beauty or elegance, she found it in you and where she didn’t find responsibility and strength, you found it in her.
Even when you were blissfully unaware, she always did like to watch you. Maybe it’s just the fox in her enjoying to watch things they found interesting.
It didn’t take longer than a few minutes for you to notice Kiriko watching you through the reflection, it made you jump slightly and turn your head to look over at her.
Kiriko couldn’t help but giggle at the reaction, straightening up to walk over to stand behind you. Her hand reached around to turn your head to look at yourself into the mirror, her hands then slipping down to rest on your forearms.
“You look good, maybe you should wear my clothes more often.” She spoke, looking at you rather than the mirror. You could see her cheeky smile in the reflection.
“Are you just saying that?” You asked, about to slip the jacket off, a tug up stopping you from doing so. “I wouldn’t say anything I wouldn’t mean.” You turned your head to her to meet her gaze, her eyes proud and loving.
Her words were enough to warm you even without the help of the sweater, she always did have a charming way with words.
Kiriko then backed up, “The bathroom is ready for you, got you a spare toothbrush for when you stay here too.” She happily announces as she went to check her phone that was charging on the bedside table.
You quietly watched her, a soft smile never leaving your lips as you finally took your turn in the bathroom to get your routine done.
It didn’t take you that long to get everything done from washing your face to brushing your teeth. Coming out, you noticed Kiriko wasn’t in the room.
“Kiri?” You called out, walking out to see her leaning back against her island counter staring down at her phone.
You noted she finally had gotten dressed, wearing something more athleisure looking. You both matched.
The cutest part was the fox headband she wore, a gift she had received from a friend.
“Hm?” She answered, looking up to the sound of your voice.
You dramatically walked over, her curious eyes watching you make your way to her.
“You left meeee…” You spoke in a falling to lean against her, her hands instinctively grabbing ahold of your waist.
She gave an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry, I was looking through my phone and wandered.” Kiriko pressed a kiss to your cheek, hugging you closer to her, tucking her phone in her pocket.
You stayed still letting her press kisses against your face before she reached for your chin, lifting it to press some smothering kisses against your lips. You couldn’t help but giggle, her laugh accompanying yours.
When you thought it was enough, you pushed her back by her shoulder, her smile bright and her bangs slightly a mess. her headband tilted from the little session.
“We need eat breakfast,” You reached up to fix her hair and tilt the headband back to its natural position, Kiriko’s eyes staring down into yours.
She had an idea, “I know a great donut place-”
“No donuts.” You objected, slipping away from her and walking to the door, getting ready to slip on your shoes.
“Last time we ate donuts for breakfast, your mom wouldn’t stop talking about eating a proper meal.” You sighed at the memory. You remember how awkward it was to hear Kiriko get lectured.
Only upside was seeing Kiriko lower her head whenever her mother spoke, “Would it kill you to eat a vegetable?” You mimicked her mother’s words, her expression turning into one of slight embarrassment.
“I remember that, she was more concerned on that then me introducing you as my girlfriend.” She gave a little awkward giggle at the end, her hands reaching to the side to pick up her keys she usually places on the shelf by the door.
“Mmhm, I even mentally prepared myself. I had the scenario all ready in my head and potentially arguments ready.” Your response made her laugh, her hand falling over her mouth as she muffled her laughter.
Kiriko wiped the tear from her eyes, you were so cute.
“So where to then?” She asked, her hands moving to rest in her pockets.
You stood up and looked up at her, “There is that fun little cafe down the street.” You offered.
Her eyes looked up at the consideration before deciding with a nod. “Cookies and coffee. Even more sweet.” That earned her a slight smack to her stomach, one that didn’t even phase her much.
Kiriko laughed following you out the door, closing it behind her.
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cerezzzita · 1 year
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♡. sfw/fluff abc · genji shimada
notes: hi y'all! wip done, took me a while but oof, it's finally here! ayo, Genji fans! come get your food! ugh, i was eager for this one, since i never wrote for him before. it's just so good, i love that soft goofy ninja boy <3
so! enjoy the reading!
♡ tags: gender neutral reader, tooth-rotting fluff bc Genji is a soft boy <3333
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ⓘ gif's not mine!!
A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?
Genji is simply quite sure that your eyes and hands are the most attractive attributes about you. See, you're entirely perfect from head to toe in his sight, but your hands are what provide him the purest caresses and are the opposite of his robotic ones that were once human like yours, and your eyes can express the most diverse emotions when close to him. Feeling the warmth of your palms run over his uncovered face and through his hair, the soft, gentle skin intertwining with the metal of his cybernetic parts while your eyes overflow with love is what makes Genji feel whole again.
B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)
The youngest Shimada never thought of having a family of his own. Firstly, for all the pressure that the clan put on himself to participate in the family business with his older brother and second, for his lack of maturity and responsibility in his juvenile phase. And thirdly, the unpleasantness event he had with Hanzo that led to him being a cyborg shattered every paradigm he never considered. Initially, he thought: Who in their right mind would want to be in a relationship with an anomaly like him to the point of wanting to have a family? It sounded like a bad joke.
Now, more recently, Genji might think twice. He's a new version of himself, more stabilized thanks to Zenyatta and thanks to you too. Genji was good with children, although he still had certain insecurities, but you were always there to reassure him that if he was enough for you, then he would be enough for your children.
C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)
Regarding cuddles, it can be said that Genji has some knowledge about. Remember his youth phase? Yeah. He doesn't consider himself very comfortable for cuddling because of his armor, yet he's a great relief on hot days but also can be a nightmare on the cold ones. So he'd much prefer that you cuddle him in return, with soft hugs he's sure to return, nice caress in his hair and authentic kisses on the scars on his face that make him feel special.
𝑫 = Dates (What are dates with them like?)
Dates with Genji are a balance between casuality and things/places you never imagined being in one day. A ride through the streets of Hanamura at the flower festival, games at the arcade and a good bowl of ramen at Rikimaru? Perfect. Now, a dinner at the highest point of Shimada Castle, with occasional sakura petals floating in the wind and all the beauty of the moonlight on just the two of you? Even better! Genji makes sure that you are enjoying every second of the moment, it already brings him a feeling of satisfaction and gratitude.
𝑬 = Everything (You are my ____ (𝒆.𝒈. my life, my world…))
You are the ray of sunshine that uniquely illuminates Genji's life, the flower that will never wither, the peace and serenity he needs and, of course, you are everything to him.
𝑭 = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)
At first, Genji always felt right by your side, since in no way you looked at him as a freak for being a cyborg and always treated him with kindness and respect. As you spent time together, whether on missions or simple occasions, the younger Shimada realized how much he enjoyed being by your side and when his master Zenyatta asked him about you, he always replied with a more excited tone of voice and if he was without his visor, he would show a smile on his face that overflowed with joy and wonder. With a little more time, Genji would soon pick up on his body's signals and wouldn't deny that his racing heart was nothing but passion.
𝑮 = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)
I assure you, Genji is a river of kindness. He treats you with the greatest care and affection in the world, as if you were made of the purest and most delicate porcelain. This can irritate you sometimes if you are so wary about yourself. But if you don't, he'll make every point in the world that you're under his displays of affection.
𝑯 = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)
As stated above, your hands are Genji's essential comfort, he certainly thinks that holding them forever would be a dream. When not wearing his visor, Genji has a habit of kissing the back and the knuckles of your hands, as a way of thanking you for loving him just the way he is and for bringing him different joys every day.
𝑰 = Impression (What was their first impression?)
Joining Overwatch, Genji's first impression was none other than a certain taste of admiration. It was a fresh start for what was once the greatest international peaceful organization, and to see people like you willing to make a difference in the world again was surely admirable. Genji admits that at first he was very quiet with you around, but little by little, he was opening up more and realizing that you were certainly an illustrious hero of Overwatch.
𝑱 = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)
Genji doesn't consider himself to be the jealous type, especially with you. It may happen that he doesn't like how some person made a move that invades your private space, coming up with some suggestively strange tone of voice, but these are very rare exceptions in which this occurs because he's usually by your side most of the time.
𝑲 = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)
With him already completely in love with you, Genji felt anxious to the extreme just thinking about the possibility of kissing you, and such anxiety made him act awkwardly beside you, but he remembered that calm and opportunities come above any nervousness. And the right time did came. 
Once you were engaged in a simple and friendly talking late at night in Gibraltar, as fast and accurate as an arrow, Genji interrupted you with a soft but needy kiss that was both unusual and comforting. The cyborg's scarred lips, though rough in texture, were soft and moved over yours slowly and lovingly. You better get ready, because after this one, more surprising and warm kisses will come.
𝑳 = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)
It was definitely him, right after the first kiss. The way his hands affectionately ran over your face, how the affectionate words came out docile with his whispered and soft voice, made your inner being fervently warm up with such uttered kindnesses.
𝑴 = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)
Your first Halloween together! It's no secret that Genji is a born lover of the main festivity of the month of October, everything involving Halloween is the target of the cyborg's excitement, from decorating the house with cobwebs and other paraphernalia merely considered bizarre, distributing candy on the street to and with the children, to even choosing costumes. On that first year together, he let you be in charge of the costumes, and let's just say Genji was surprised — and a little bit bored — by your choice of Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask. He playfully suggested that Sakura and Syaoran or Inuyasha and Kagome would be much better options.
𝑵 = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)
Genji is willing to do anything to please you, no matter how small or big it would be. If there's something you want, then that something you'll have! Usually he presents you with basic jewelry, whether they are made of expensive materials or not — barrettes, earrings, bracelets, you name it. He also loves to surprise you with simple symbols like small wooden sculptures that he makes himself and even something of his own, like the time he gave you a small replica of his sword to use as a keyring.
𝑶 = Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)
You couldn't be more luminous and radiant in his eyes, clear and light colors like yellow and pink reminds him of the sunrise and that you are his particular sun.
𝑷 = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)
Some of them are sun-related, such as: sunlight, sunshine, sunflower, but there's also koibito-chan, little dove; and the common ones: sweetheart, love, sweetie and honey. 
𝑸 = Quaint (What is their favorite non-modern thing?)
When far away, Genji sends you letters to let you know how much he misses you, telling details of the mission and some events that make you chuckle due to your partner's sense of humor. His handwriting is enviable for being so well done, and he always says goodbye with a small pen drawing and an 'I love you' in Japanese.
𝑹 = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)
Rainy days mean days of rest and many more opportunities for the two of you to be cuddling together, watching your favorite series and movies, playing some games and stuffing yourselves with goodies; in the end, when you're satisfied, a good amount of sleep ends the day perfectly.
𝑺 = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)
These are the moments Genji hates the most. These waves of insecurities come and go sometimes, he knows how it is and with his emotional stability, he tries to push them away as much as he can, but it's not always something easy to achieve. It breaks his heart to see you with your head down, without your usual glow on your face and spontaneity in your eyes. Genji doesn't question anything, it's your moment, and the first thing he does is put his arms around you and lay your head on his chest, letting you vent or cry as much as you want, being a patient and understanding listener. He readily offers to make you something warm and cozy to eat and advises you to go and lie down in your shared bed. While you wait, Genji recommends going to watch something that comforts you and distracts your mind; with you in your fifteenth sleep, Genji joins you on the bed, once again wrapping you against his body and laying a light kiss against your temple.
𝑻 = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)
Genji likes to share with you some stories from his time in Overwatch's golden age, even if that time wasn't the best of his life, he knows it was a starting point for his evolution as a person, so telling you about them requires patience and trust. On the other hand, he also loves to talk about the time he spent traveling all over the globe, getting to know different cultures, languages, people and also trying different types of food.
𝑼 = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)
Being with you is relaxing in itself, but if he needs some time of his own, you will surely find him in the garden taking out any frustrations on aging tree trunks or restoring his calm through meditation.
𝑽 = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)
As we all know, Genji is a prideful warrior. When you train together, he proves that his skillful way of battling is not by any case — and that 'case' usually leaves you exhausted at the end of the day. Not everyone in the world is capable of wielding a sword as well as Genji, let alone being as stealthy, silent, and dangerous with shurikens. A ninja in modern times can be rare and exclusive and this exclusivity is due to Genji.
𝑾 = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)
Genji loves you very much, so strong and immeasurable is this love that as your relationship grows and blossoms like a flower, re-unifying the intensity between the two of you is a viable option. This option being none other than getting married.
The concept of the idea might scare him a bit because there is a chance that you don't want to get married right now, after all it is a decision that is up to you alone and that needs to be taken with consensus — little does he know that the desire to get married also crosses your mind.
Genji then decided to face his nervousness and take the benefit of the doubt at once. While you were away, he found a way — with a little help from Kiriko and company — to leave the house with a dazzling romantic decoration and with his culinary skills to prepare your favorite dish, taking advantage of the hours of your absence to improvise a good speech.
Upon arriving home, what was your surprise to see the romantically decorated environment, soft music permeating the air, a table placed in the middle of the room and your docile boyfriend waiting for you. Genji adjusted his little bow tie with his fingertips and smiled a nice smile at you despite his palpable flutter.
After tasting the divine dish that the cyborg ninja prepared just for you, Genji cleared his throat. Attentively, you turned your gaze to him, whose jet-black irises were focused on a spot below his cervix. He looked up, beaming at you and vocalizing his ideals in his mellifluous voice.
“Sunshine… I confess I'm nervous, my heart is now pounding in my chest like it did the first time I laid eyes on yours. But what really matters right now is how important you are to me. It may sound selfish, but no one will love you like I do. I am forever grateful for your love, your smile, the sound of your laugh, the kind touch you place in me and everyone around you... Every day, every hour and in all events, you are and will forever be my sunshine. My sunshine…”
Slowly, Genji lifted a small velvet box open with both hands, revealing the most luminous and golden ring.
“Koibito-chan… Will you marry me?”
𝑿 = Xylophone (What’s their song?)
Musically speaking, Genji is eclectic. He likes to listen to a little bit of everything, having a full playlist ranging from J-pop to Brazilian popular music (MPB). However, if it comes to my personal taste, I think the song that would suit you both would be Eastside — Benny Blanco, Halsey & Khalid.
“We can do anything if we put our minds to it
Take your whole life then you put a line through it
My love is yours if you're willing to take it
Give me your heart 'cause I ain't gonna break it”
𝒀 = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)
As previously shown, yes, and he would never deny it if you did.
𝒁 = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)
This is the time everyone has been waiting for. Why dog ​​or cat when you have Soba, a spirit dragon? Genji estimate Soba and is keen for the two of you to have a pleasant relationship, for he knows how jealous the dragon can be when it comes to himself.
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ow2requests · 1 year
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Fluff with Cassidy x neutral/masc leaning reader having a (college) study session? Been stressing over my master's program and could use some wholesome reading!
a/n: hello anon, thank you for being the first one to request! I hope you liked this short, sort of chill oneshot, let me know!
Studying With Cassidy (not really because Cassidy distracts you)
A small yawn escaped your lips, your fingertips ghosted onto the pages of the textbook you had been revising off of. Your eyes lazily skimming through the blocks of texts that laid in front of you.
You were too tired to process any of it—too exhausted.
There was no way you would survive this year of college. Exams were right around the corner, and you felt that no matter how hard you studied, you would never get it.
You couldn't help but feel helpless.
It wasn't a very encouraging train of thought, you knew that all too well.
You had been following a rigorous studying regimen, attempting to get in front of whatever you could—some days you felt it was all in vain.
You caught glimpse of the time in your peripheral view; 8:56pm.
The library's gonna close soon...Might as well continue at my dorm... you thought to yourself.
Letting out a disheartened sigh, you stuffed your textbook into your bag, slinging it over your shoulder haphazardly.
And with that, you departed, and went off to your dorm.
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Once you stepped foot into your dorm, your grip loosened on your bag, allowing it to fall to the ground with a thump—quickly reaching in to grab your textbook so you could get back to studying.
"Hey darlin'." A voice you knew all too well suddenly erupted from behind you.
Cole!
You relaxed at the sound of his voice, a smile graced your features. "Hey." you awkwardly replied.
"Did I scare ya?"
You snorted, "Nah. I'm just surprised you're lurking in my dorm around this time." You offered him a fond smirk. This was a common occurrence for the two of you, Cassidy normally liked to spend time in your dorm when he wasn't busy doing whatever he does.
A brief moment of silence passed, Cassidy laid down on your couch, taking off his hat and placing it on the couch— making himself comfortable.
"What're ya up to? I haven't seen ya all day today."
"Well…Exams are coming up, and I'm trying to stick to my studying schedule." You explained, you found yourself feeling guilty for not spending as much time with Cassidy as you wanted to. "It's been stressful, and I don't know if I even have the energy to keep reading this stupid textbook." Holding up the textbook, you emphasized your frustration.
With a sympathetic smile on his face, Cassidy chuckled. "Lemme help ya, then." He stretched his hands out, inviting you to cuddle.
The urge to touch him tingled in your fingertips as your face heated up. Walking towards him, you placed the book on the couch's armrest and laid down next to him, feeling his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer.
You couldn't help but feel all fuzzy and gushy inside, this was exactly what you needed.
His calloused hands gently caressed your cheeks before moving down to squeeze your shoulders. "Arent'cha the cutest thing? Yer’ all flustered." With a coy smirk, he teased you.
It took some courage for you to clear your throat, trying to overcome the shyness you felt around him. "Cole, are we studying or not?" You mused lightheartedly.
As he grabbed your textbook, you both began reading through its contents. As Cassidy asked you questions about your coursework, cracking jokes periodically, observing your deep concentration and listening to you read, he couldn't help but chuckle silently.
He only thought of one word: Adorable.
Soon enough, Cassidy began reading outloud.
Something about Cassidy's voice always soothed you, his honeyed and suave voice was enough to make anybody fall head over heels with him.
You nuzzled yourself deeper into his chest, arms draping around his large frame. You found yourself completely blocking out the information, and instead you were being lulled to sleep.
And soon enough, you were fast asleep.
“Whatdya think this means?” Cassidy furrowed his eyebrows in contemplation at the information in your textbook. While Cassidy did not comprehend much of the topic you discussed, he was impressed with your ability to answer all his questions.
Suddenly, there was silence.
“Darlin’?” he whispered gently to you.
His gaze fell on your sleeping, serene face, and he paused to stare at your unconscious form with amusement and surprise.
Did his voice relax you to the point that you fell asleep in his arms? Or did you fall asleep simply because you were bored?
He’d oughta ask you when you wake up, but for now…
Keeping his arm around your waist, he continued gently stroking your head while holding you. Taking a deep breath, he shut his eyes, surrendering to the influence of fatigue and soon falling asleep.
It might have been easier for him to wake you up, but you looked so peaceful and cozy all curled up.
After all, you two could always study another time.
This was one of those moments that he wished would last forever. You and him, relaxed, and with no worries.
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"i can beat you at the cooking games though"
gaming sleepover party for the girlies
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theyanderespecialist · 7 months
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Soulmates and Dragons 1 (Scenario) Yandere Scion Haznzo X Soulmate Reader (Overwatch)
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a LATE Request being filled! This one is off of Archive of our own! I hope that I finally delivered for you! I hope you all enjoy this chapter!]
(Disclaimer: This is Scion Hanzo which means him before he killed Genji or tried. So that is where we are at with him. Hanzo is not yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, do not be gross or illegal about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Please remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!)
(Hanzo Shimada) (Soulmark: Thank God you are okay. Do you want some water?)
(No One's POV)
Hanzo had been getting rid of someone in the woods. They put up a hell of a fight, and he overdid it. Now he is lightheaded and dehydrated. The sun is beating down on his torn suit. He supports himself against a tree, and then everything turns black.
When Hanzo wakes up, he sees the most stunning woman leaning over him with a damp cloth, Gently pressing it against his face. She smiles at him, and he swears he is in heaven.
"Thank God you are okay. Do you want some water?" She asks him, and his eyes widen.
This woman is his soulmate. He thought he would never find her. "It's you, my soulmate." He says, looking at her and awe and desire, With the smallest hint of obsession.
He sits up and takes her in a kiss. She gasps into the kiss. This is rather sudden. She had given up hope that she would ever meet her soulmate, and now he was kissing her. She does not know what to do… What does she do? She always dreamt of this day. Now here it is, and she is frozen in place.
"Mine~," Hanzo says, pulling away and resting her forehead against hers.
She looks into his eyes and sees the obsession. Fuck, she is so screwed.
(Hanzo's POV)
I thought I would never meet her, I had given up hope, but she was here. She is right in front of me. The first moment I saw her, I thought she was an angel. And she is an Angel, My Angel, my soulmate, mine. She is all mine, and I am never letting her go. I will take her back home, where we will get married and have the perfect life. I will make sure of it.
(This is just part one of how they met, and if you all want to see more, comment below. Also, yes, the reader can summon two blue dragons as well.)
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS got another part is done! I hope you all enjoyed this, and if you want to see more tell me, and I will do my best to do it! Stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
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orb-pond · 1 year
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Zenyatta's s/o scenarios from yours truly :)
Walking through a busy city with Zen would end up with s/o holding on to the rope around his waist so they don't lose him. Zenyatta makes as much noise as a ghost when he's flying around, which means it's very easy for him to accidentally fly away from you! It looks pretty adorable if you'd watch from afar and it probably amuses Zen a lot once he notices but he won't comment on it until he just chooses to gently grab your hand.
Zenyatta would often stay at s/o's room to meditate when the others are too loud outside. He's very grateful for the bond they share to the point of being comfortable with powering down in s/o's presence. It might not seem like much but only a hand full of people have seen him in sleep mode before.
Relationships are pretty new to Zenyatta, especially since s/o is a human, which also means he doesn't really know how to kiss them. I love to think about s/o quickly giving his faceplate a smooch before continuing whatever they were doing, leaving Zen in silent shock for half a minute but Zenyatta being the first one to lean down and gently press his face on s/o's while they watch the sunset.. he holds them against his body, orange light glistening on both their faces. Zen would never be able to forget s/o's shining eyes as they stare up at him with a red face. It's probably a moment that ends up as a core memory for him.
Zen loves cuddling. You can't tell me he wouldn't love cuddles. It probably ends up as something he didn't know he needed in his life but here we are. He's been through a lot in the past and still has much facing him, so s/o quietly embracing him and gently patting his head as the two of them cuddle on s/o's bed..might make him a little emotional. Two souls, human and omnic, being at peace with each other the way they are. It makes him hopefully for the future.
Zenyatta isn't build as big as other omnics which he's very thankful for to some degree since he loves to wear some of s/o's clothes. Their very fluffy sheep wool house shoes? s/o definitely knows where they are if they can't find them at the place they last have left them at. The gray sweatpants? Gone as well.. Their white hoodie?! They can't get mad at Zenyatta though because he looks extremely adorable in the whole fit. Comfy rain days scream for comfy clothes so they end up joining him!
Zen making his way to the store to get s/o menstruation products if they need them would be a little funny. He'd stand in front of the wall filled with all those colorful products, your typical elevator music quietly playing in the store while the gears in Zenyatta's head are spinning.. someone please help him out.. he'd end up calling s/o but at least he tried!
Feel free to give me scenarios to ramble about in my asks! I'd love to make up more for Zen and Ram so don't be afraid!
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(You don't do have to answer this question if you are not into Overwatch anymore dont worry 😅)
What would it be like to wake up one morning with Hanzo? opening your eyes to sunlight or maybe him waking you up (not nsfw necessarily just fluff that's my biggest weakness, yandere intimidating male characters being soft and lovely with reader it's just-😫💖 I hope I'm not the only one here :'D)
A warm hand caresses your face softly as you stir awake, eyebrows furrowing as you try and fight off the dread of waking up. You hear a chortle, and roll over to bury your face in the warm body beside you, groaning as the sunlight slowly fills the room. “What are you doing?” a deep voice asks, a hand coming to rub up and down your back as you adjust and try to curl in a bit more.
“Avoiding waking up. What are you doing?” you groused.
Hanzo smiles as he plays with your hair, wrapping his leg around yours to pull you in closer “Admiring the love of my life. In this one and the next”
You tried to keep playing with a pout, but couldn’t stop the little laugh bubbling from you. “You think we’ll know one another in the next life? I'm so unfocused I'm surprised I met you in this one”.
He knows that. It’s endearing to see you like that, it’s cute and while not practical or helpful, he loves that it’s a part of you. Plus it gives him reasons to send you extra texts and reminders, so that's a plus in his book.
“I think we meet and fall in love every lifetime”
“Ah, you think I’d fall for yet another assassin in my next life? I don’t know, I’ve seen the dangers”
Hanzo just hums, staring into your eyes with amusement “You know I’d track you down and tie you up right? Wouldn’t want anyone else but you in whichever life I live”.
His hand slowly caresses down your side, to your hips, then to your thighs, where he grips it firmly. “I’d mark you up in every life I live as well. Show the world your pretty skin with my claim”.
You grab his wrist with a pout, pulling it away and locking your fingers together. “No need to be so possessive this early in the morning. Plus it’s cold, and your fingers are like ice”. You bring his fingers to your lips, gently kissing them “I’ll never understand how hands this gentle can lead to so many bruises and deaths at the same time”.
The man is capable of ending countless lives, yet is able to hold you so dearly, it’s always been such a stark contrast to you. You suppose it’s part of his endless allure. Hanzo gently kisses you while holding your hand, sighing as he presses his forehead against yours. “Must we get up? I’d rather lay in bed with you all day”.
“We did that yesterday”
“Then let’s do it again”
“Hanzo-”
He kisses you before you can finish the playful scolding, wrapping your legs around his hips as he moves to sit above you. “I know I know. Be good and stay inside today ok? I don’t trust people in town lately…Too many odd occurrences”
You nod, debating on pulling the man back down for some extra fun before he left, but didn’t want to ruin the plans he had (or the bedsheets). “I’ll keep you up to date, I promise. Now go, you’re gonna be late”.
(Hi bean! I hope this was ok! I haven’t written for Overwatch in a loonngg time but this was fun! -Mommabean)
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lady-of-endless · 7 months
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Hello! I saw that requests are still open sooo can we please get something with the reader (neutral) who tries to seduce Ramattra? Lol. What would he do about it? 👀 Thank you!!
Author's Note: Ohhh. I've been waiting for something like this to distract us from how much angst we're getting now in the game. My apologies for the wait but I got carried away with this one and added a little twist to it, I hope you won't mind and you'll enjoy it! Thank you for your request! As usual, please excuse any grammar mistakes.
Seducing Ramattra
Most of the time, when Ramattra is caught up with a plan, he is working too hard for too long. Every time you notice that he's getting burned out, you find a way to lure him, to get some rest.
This time, your intentions were different and he could tell that by the way you slid your hands over his rigid ribcage as you stood behind him. The slight pressure was enough to stop his hand from writing. Ramattra did not stand getting interrupted, but not by you. Something similar to a shiver fired through his circuits at the meaning of your affectionate but sly gesture.
"Maybe you should unwind a little." You suggested calmly, looking at the scribbled plan from his desk. "We can lay down, meditate, read something, or tell me about your next plan…or maybe try some other ways to relax if you'd let me help." You whispered in a suggestive voice next to his sound sensor which was conveniently placed where ears are on humans. He exhaled deeply, already thinking how all of his tension would leave his system with all those possibilities you offered, especially the last options…
Wait. This wasn't right.
What a fool I have become for you, he thinks and straightens his back. Suddenly, it bothered him that you had this much influence over him. The power to subdue him into sweet surrender, to be precise. Was his usual collected demeanor blurred by the love he devoted to you? Ramattra could not accept it tonight.
"I know what your actions and tone imply." His demeanour changed into a serious one in the blink of an eye making you take your hands off him. "Tell me, do you think you will always succeed in enticing me like so?" His tone was daring. "Because I will put it to an end."
Before you could say anything, he stood up, pushing the chair aside with a leg kick. The movement made the desk at which he worked shake. The lamp that illuminated the workplace and the room fell on the ground, turning off.
As Ramattra turned around, you looked up to his face for clarification. Chills ran down your spine. Half of his faceplate was illuminated by the faint purple glow of his void accelerator that rested in the corner of the room.
Ramattra unexpectedly grabbed your jaw and pulled you closer. He noticed how the same purple light was altering the true color of your irises. He thought it was a mesmerizing sight.
"There's tension in you now, beloved." He made sure to emphasize the nickname he used for you only in private. Ramattra took some moments to admire the shock on your face. He hummed in contentment as he let go of your jaw.
Before you could even recover and figure out what has gotten into him, you suddenly felt a grip on your hips. Without having time to react, Ramattra picked you up and placed you on his desk. He leaned closer to the side of your face, still holding you in place.
"Do not assume that I lack knowledge about what your rapid heartbeats mean, or what parts of you are the most vulnerable to touch." He explained in a sardonic voice next to your ear as a cold fingertip slid from your hip down your tight and back up intimately.
You were stunned, this was nothing like how it usually went when you tried to seduce him. Right now, he was the one tempting you. He was still careful with you but his touches were hinting at his wish to break you in a bittersweet way.
Seeing how speechless he got you only made him more ambitious. Ramattra understood why you tried to seduce him so many times, feeling a rush of power.
"Are you willing to give yourself to me? Are you certain of leaving your body in the hands of a Ravager?" He could remember how long it has been since he used the name that once woke something dangerous in him (but saddened him deeply as time passed). You parted your lips to say something but changed your mind and nodded with your eyes closed. That was it for him. The look of surrender on your face and your surprised reactions made him demand more. "Say it to me, without even daring to stutter. I do not think that I have reduced you to silence yet, beloved."
In other words, Ramattra will make sure that you'll remember this lesson the next time you decide to try to tempt him.
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from the prompt meme (if you're still doing it ofc) “i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know." w Reyes 😈
Gabriel’s back from god-knows-where for god-also-only-knows-how-long, a pause in his suffocating schedule allowing him to spend a few luxurious days at home, so you can live like all the couples around you do. High on your priority list is doing all the laundry your washing machine can handle, catching up on all your favourite shows you swore you wouldn’t watch while he was away, and making dinner together. 
At some point in this unadorned normality, you’ve also got to go grocery shopping, and while it’s not the most riveting of things you can do together, it’s significantly less of a chore with him there. It takes inordinate amounts of fuel to keep him running; SEP created a super soldier with a super appetite. So, with Gabriel home and the fridge pitifully empty, it’s a non-negotiable addition to your day.
But what a joy it is to feel halfway ordinary, defaulting to your routine that gets interrupted every other week when he becomes a mere voice over the phone or a few lines of text in a written message. 
When he’s home, you live slowly—one day at a time.
Out of necessity, Gabriel’s efficiency is unparalleled. It doesn’t matter how organized you are when he is a master at packing and planning. It’s thanks to him that you’ve never set foot into a store without your reusable bags, and it is also thanks to him that unloading the groceries from the car to the kitchen takes a single trip.
Is any sight more touchingly domestic than him hauling several massive blue IKEA bags as though they’re precious cargo?
Going down the list that he remembered to bring—even though you wrote it, you’d forgotten about it—Gabriel ensures you’ve got all your essentials but can’t find the last ingredient you need. You know it’s crucial that when you have the chance to cook together, there’s no deviation from the recipe, no disrupting the ritual. When he suggests the pair of you should make a stop at another store, it’s not a compromise that you’re unwilling to make, but you’d much rather get back home and have him all to yourself again.
“Maybe we have some left from last time,” you say, trailing out as you scour the shelf for the third time, making a showy pretence of it.
“We don’t,” he informs with a discontented shake of his head, “I checked.”
The addendum to the shopping list was his doing, penned in at the bottom.
“Can we do without it?”
“We probably could, but do we want to? This is the question we have to ask ourselves. You know it’s not going to taste the same.”
He’s too determined for his own good sometimes.
It’s not that you want to rush him; it’s just that you know what traffic is like and how a little detour could throw the rest of your afternoon off. If you weren’t constantly picturing time dripping through the narrowest point of an hourglass, maybe you would have a single chill.
But you don’t, and Gabriel is already wise to some version of that.
Naturally, you think of a way to suggest he shuffle his priorities around and get you home without asking him to blatantly give up—because he won’t.
Beckoning him to lend you an ear with a finger, he leans down so you can whisper: “I’m not wearing any underwear. Thought you’d like to know.”
Something passes over him as he returns to his full height. Once you think he’s past replying, he speaks into a closed fist, “Holy shit.” 
“You good?” A bad question, knowing full well you’ve quietly obliterated him.
He clears his throat and assures, “Never better.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I was just thinking about how we need to home before the ice cream melts.”
“What ice cream?”
Gabriel steps away, opens the closest freezer, grabs a pint of ice cream, and adds it onto the heap in your cart. “That one.”
Then he slips behind you and helps you steer towards the checkout, whispering in your ear about how he still can’t believe the things that come out of your mouth sometimes.
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snailparty1 · 3 months
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wellthebardsdead · 1 year
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Tracer: hey dad do you have-
76: *immediately starts opening pockets on his uniform* I got water, ibuprofen, bandages, bio fields, bandaids, tissues, anti fungal cream, talc, snap heat packs, phone chargers for everyone’s models, battery packs, ice packs, tampons, pads-
Tracer: I-I just needed a tissue-
76: *pulls a pack out and tosses it to her*
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leonhardt-simp · 1 year
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Rainy Days
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Mercy x f! reader
summary: The day was nothing but a rocky start, it couldn’t possibly get worse.. Right?
author’s note : FIRST MERCY REQ! Thank you so much! I hope I can write this wonderful woman to your satisfaction
Reblogs welcomed ! | Requests : Open
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The sound of rain was your first warning that the day was likely to go bad, though that followed up with you knocking over your coffee on your papers and hitting your side on the corner of the table? It was a drastically tamer warning.
You thought that drying the papers with a hairdryer would do some justice, though not professional looking, it still was legible. Better than absolutely nothing right??
Today was supposed to be a special meeting with some of Overwatch researchers and of course, everything was just not going your way. You even tried looking at the weather before hand!
Soon the sound of your alarm blared off from your phone that was across the room.
You could be sworn that you had at least an hour left?
Now was crunch time, you had to be dressed and out the door now. You placed the half dry papers in a folder and placed them in your briefcase, taking it with you to your closet to pull anything that was wearable and somewhat presentable with you with some shoes and started to head out.
It was your one chance to become apart of something big, you caught the attention of overwatch themselves! This was a huge moment for you. You weren’t gonna let a fee hurdles ruin this.
“Come on, it’s just sprinkling..” You told yourself as you practically were dressing yourself at the front door.
Something really did have it out for you though, cause the moment you opened your door the rain seemed to get heavier.
Your face was in an absolute bafflement, you were really starting to regret not buying that one umbrella on sell now.
You sighed in defeat, lifting your bag above your head and running through the street. You could already feel the regret forming in your head when you could feel the water start to make your socks wet.
The rain was starting to soak through everything, it was enough to force you to stop under an underpass. Your hands tried to shake off the water off your bag, your clothes, from your hair but nothing really relieved you of this wet and cold feeling.
“Shoot, I’m gonna be late. I need to-” You tried feelings for your phone but was met with empty pocket. You could feel your heart drop then and there. You then panicked and began looking through your bag.
It was both but papers, a laptop, not your phone. Your hands dropped down with your hands still in the bag as realization settled in.
You forgot it. You remember where it was too. On it’s charger probably still blaring it’s alarm on your nightstand. How could you forget it?
After slowly falling into a squat, holding your head in your hands, you began to shake your head in disbelief once more. you were on the verge of having a mental collapse, this day couldn’t have gotten worse.
You’ll needed to just wait it out and hopefully beg for another chance. You could already see the scene in your head, just you on your hands and knees begging to present your work to them. Maybe, some tearful eyes to really send the regret to them. Maybe they’ll let you off the hook?
Yeah, right.. That’s wishful thinking.
You stayed in your spot, sighing at the thought of being known for missing such an opportunity.
Then you saw a blonde running through the rain towards you, in her hands being a broken umbrella.
“Ah, stupid umbrella..” She spoke with an accent. Her tone was melodic to you, almost naturally nurturing despite her berating an umbrella.
It seemed you weren’t the only one with a rude awakening today.
when she was safely out of the way of the rain, she looked somewhat in the same state as you. Only difference was she wasn’t completely soaked because of her umbrella.
You watched her and soon got a glance of her face as she moved her hair from her face, you met with probably one of the most gorgeous eyes you’ve ever witnessed. A cute contorted brow that expresses this woman was annoyed.
‘Holy shit, she’s beautiful-’ You now felt nervous, being wet didn’t help you try and get comfortable either.
She seemed to struggle with fixing the umbrella, soon opting to just toss it into a bin just outside the opening of small underpass tunnel.
With a huff after throwing the useless object away, she spoke to you, catching you by surprise.
“I’m sorry if I disturbed you.” She apologized after finally noticing you standing there, you just shook your head in response.
“Ah- No, it’s- It’s cool.” You had to clear your throat after, rubbing your hands together as the cold was starting to make you shiver slightly. “I wasn’t doing… much.” You added awkwardly, her head nodding in acknowledgment.
Her eyes seemed to stare a bit to take in your state. You felt little with this woman’s eyes on you, “You seemed to have fun though.” She says, figuring you probably played in the rain.
“Hm? Oh no.” You shook your head as you stood, your eyes averting away when you spoke.
“I was just…in-in for a rude awakening… Th-The rain seemed to really be eager today.” You tried to speak a clear sentence, she smiled and your eyes couldn’t help but look to her lips before looking down to your hands as they began to fidget.
The mystery woman’s bright blue eyes looked on the rain the poured down, though it was calming, getting in it was just an inconvenience when not given a special occasion. “You’re not the only one… I was supposed to be in a meeting today, I got thrown off by the time.” She expressed with a sigh.
“Aha,” you let out an awkward laugh, gaining her attention. “You too?” You walked to stand beside her, looking to her with a smile, hers seeming to brighten with yours.
“I was dumb enough to leave my phone. I-I was in such a hurry.” You shyly admitted, rubbing the back of your neck as she giggled at you.
“That eager then?” She wondered, you nodded. She seemed so easy to talk to, you could feel your shyness slowly shrugging off. However whenever your eyes met, it would just creep back.
You tried to put your hands in your pocket but was met with a struggle so you opted to keep your hands at your side, “It was an important opportunity and I messed it up before I got there.” You stated in defeat, her eyes showing sympathy for you.
Her hand moved up to rest on your wet shoulder, “It’s the risk that you take that makes you look better though, especially in this weather.” She encouraged you, your wet state starting to become slightly warmer with the new contact.
“You-You think so?” You wondered, maybe the wishful thinking wasn’t a far out thought. “What’s the meeting for?” She asked, her hand slipping off of you.
You reached into your soaked bag, reaching for a coffee stained papers that was sorta flimsy with the rain slightly soaking through the page. You handed her the page, in which she charmingly took the papers from your hand,
“Dr. O'Deorain and a woman by the name of Dr. Zeigler was interested in having me present for them… I had some hypothesis they seemed interested… More O'Deorain than the latter but…”
You watched as she stared at the papers, that nervousness was beginning to creep on you as she walked off to pace as she tried to delicately peel papers apart to read them.
Quietly, you admired her.
She seemed to have an aura much different from how she looked just a few moments ago. She seemed professional, her eyes concentrating on the papers. “This is remarkable…” She whispered, the praise being unexpected to you.
The blonde girl turned to you, “Your name?” She asked suddenly, making your body tense up and your voice not seemingly wanting to cooperate.
“I- It’s Y/N… Y/N L/N…” Your hands clasped together in front of you.
With her eyes observing you, she commented on your behavior. “Shy one, aren’t you?” Her tease wasn’t helping.
“You aren’t helping with that…” You admitted under your breath, her eyebrow raising. There was a small moment between you two looking at one another before you shyly looked to the floor, kicking a lil pebble around.
The woman couldn’t help but be charmed by your way with words, her head nodding as she thought about something. “You should go home, L/N.” She finally spoke, her eyes looking back to your papers.
Confusion hit you, “Huh?” You questioned the woman as she handed your paper back.
“Well, you can’t show up like that.” She motioned to you, “Plus these papers… I’d advise you go back to retype them. Risk is everything but going into a meeting looking like…” she motioned to you, with a polite smile. “This… won’t help you sway anyone.” She was liar though, she had already been swayed… moreso by you than the work.
You looked down at yourself, she wasn’t wrong but.. This could be your only chance. Your ONLY chance… You had to chase it.
“But…” You went to make a case but was cut off by the woman placing the papers against your chest. You took the papers, holding them against your chest as she interrupted your rebuttal.
“Doctor’s orders.” She winked to you before turning to see the rain beginning to soften. How could you argue with that?
“Tomorrow! You will show up and then do your begging.” She pulled out her phone from her pocket, beginning to look through her contacts. “You will hit it off, just don’t spill coffee on your work.” She seemed very confident in your ability, the support was great but… How would she know??
“Wait!” You called to her but she was already putting her phone to her ear, getting ready to be on the phone with someone. Of course, though she was getting ready to leave, she didn’t leave you without a polite wave goodbye.
“Trust me, Y/N. Make sure to take care of yourself.” Once the rain had eased on, she began to walk off to speak to whomever was on the phone in another language. As she was when she first arrived, she left a busy woman.
“I didn’t even get your name…” You muttered to yourself as you watched the pretty woman leave.
You took once glance as your papers and yourself before groaning.
She was right… You looked terrible. Maybe, it was for the best. You couldn’t get the woman’s number… so it’s probably best to take her advice instead.
And you did.
You were able to reschedule the meeting when you got home. That was one weight off your shoulders, but now you were just waiting for the next time for things to go wrong.
But, It didn’t.
The satisfaction of finally looking presentable and not soaking wet was nice. Your papers were neatly retyped and you even made copies this time! This was going to go smoothly.
You were gonna make sure of that.
The moment came quicker than you were ready. Cause when the room began to fill with eyes. There was one pair of eyes that made your sudden anxiety both mellow out and grow.
She gave you a polite wave and smile as you stood in the eyes of everyone. “Please present.” A woman with ginger hair spoke.
You stood speechless, her eyes shining with hopefulness as she took a set along side her coworkers. “You will present for me, Dr. Zeigler and Dr. O’Deorain.” You nodded, a little laugh coming from your lips.
Everything connected for you.
Maybe that day wasn’t the worst?
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