a/n: here you go, sweetie!! decided to do some headcanons for this and i’m very sorry for the huge delay in getting this out.
Genji is shocked at how well received he is by your family! He was expecting to possibly do a quick hello and then have to leave, but he’s quickly surrounded by your younger cousins.
Who are grabbing and touching him, telling him that he’s super cool, and one even calls him a more compact Gundam. And get even more excited when he shows off some of his skills to the kids.
Genji is very quickly embarrassed with how many of your family members are just gushing at him and asking a plethora of questions.
Looks to you for assistance whenever possible, and is thankful when you draw their attention away from him.
One of your younger cousins may or may not have asked him how to properly ask the object of his affection out and be as loving as he is with you. Genji laughs at this, but honestly drops some good advice for the kid.
Your family asks whenever the two of you are going to have kids, and that makes both you and Genji sputter and blush. Especially whenever your grandmother hands him ‘the baby making blanket’ and the two of you are given tips on good positions and setting.
Both you and Genji are unsure of what to do with the handmade ‘baby making blanket’
Genji leaves the reunion feeling closer to you and your family, but also warm with how loved you are by everyone, and how he was welcomed without a second thought.
Give this man some kisses, because he’s honestly so happy that he wasn’t met with fear, but instead, with a response, he didn’t expect at all.
Here you are! Here’s 900 or so words, or exactly 30 sentences, of this boy. He’s adorable, and it’s always a pleasure to work with someone’s OC, even if it’s a little nerve-racking. As with any work I do with someone’s OC, it’s an interpretation of their OC, based on the info they give me. I hope you enjoy it!
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The moment your friend had told you that the large,
abandoned, Victorian house in the woods had been bought, you felt a thrill of
hope run through you for the old, run-down building. It was a glorious example
of the period, with stunning carved woodwork and original (if weathered)
features, a large wrap-around porch, and sash windows that glinted in the sun.
You’d always imagined that perhaps an elderly harpy would buy it, or maybe some
woods witch or other would move in and form close friendships with the
cervitaurs and other forest dwellers…
The autumn day had started out fine when you’d set out from
the edge of town, but the further you got up the winding, potholed track, the
more the wind picked up, cantankerously tugging at your hair and collar, and a
light mizzle began to drift down between the pines and oaks that lined your
usual walking path through the forest.
With a shudder as a trickle of rainwater dribbled down your
neck, you began to climb the hill towards the old house, and heard the steady ‘swish-crack-swish-crack’
of someone chopping logs for firewood. The track ran right past the house which
stood in its own little clearing, and as you squinted though the drizzle, you
saw a tall figure, hunched over against the weather, with an axe in his hands.
Long, floppy, caramel coloured rabbit’s ears hung down on either side of his
face, and his hunched, powerful shoulders were frankly massive; in contrast to
the bulk of his long, muscular arms, his waist was slim, and his thighs, which
were fitted into some gorgeous, form-fitting leggings, were toned and lean. His
feet – half masked by the long grass beneath them – were astonishingly
delicate, in the way that hares’ and rabbits’ feet are, and there was even a
little gap in the back of his leggings for a little sandy-coloured tail which
twitched and bobbed every now and again.
His left ear shifted slightly at the sound of your boots
squelching on the muddy track, and in an heartbeat he had whipped around and
turned to stare straight at you. Your footsteps faltered at the sight of his
unusual, blazing purple eyes which were unmistakably glaring furiously in the
dim mist of the afternoon. The way he held the axe couched casually between his
big hands suddenly sent a thrill through you, and regret and dread blossomed in
your chest at the thought that this beautiful house had been purchased by
someone who seemed so hostile and unkind.
“Hello!” you called, aiming for jovial as you raised an arm.
He raised his lip and showed you surprisingly sharp teeth
before growling, “You’re trespassing: get off my property.”
“Actually, this track is a public right of way,” you gabbled
quickly, “But I have to admit I was curious to see who bought the house that I
pass on my walks.”
“Well, now you know, and you also know that he doesn’t like
visitors.”
And with that, he turned his broad back on you and returned
to the regular rhythm of chopping wood.
To say that you were disappointed with your first encounter
with the rabbit-like creature who had moved in would have been an
understatement, but you didn’t give up, and you certainly didn’t alter your
walking route to avoid his house on your way out to the wild heathland beyond.
One hot summer day, as you were returning from a
particularly long hike, you saw him sitting on the front step with his chin in
his hand, the other outstretched, feeding bird seeds to a tiny wren.
For months now, he had been cold, distant, even hostile
towards you whenever you’d seen him in passing, but seeing that gesture made
your heart flutter, and you forgot your apprehension for a moment as you
stopped to watch him; he had a gentle heart after all.
He looked up at you and lifted his velvet-soft ear out of
the way with his free hand, revealing his purple eyes. When you said nothing
but simply smiled, nodded politely, and moved to walk on, feeling the thick,
cloying thirst only increasing the longer you went without water, he stood
suddenly, scaring the bird away, and he said, “Hey, um, miss?”
You froze, but turned back to look at him with curiosity and
no small amount of trepidation.
He swallowed, shuffled his feet slightly, then sighed and
looked directly at you. “It’s hot,” he said awkwardly, “And I was wondering if
you wanted something to drink. I realise I’ve been…” he gave another enormous
sigh, “… been somewhat unkind to you. I’d like to make it up to you.”
With a warm smile, you approached through the wrought-iron
gate to the small garden which he’d cultivated that spring around his house,
and unlaced your dusty boots on the veranda before following him inside.
Everything was arranged just-so, and he’d really kept the character of a
Victorian home in his renovations of the place. When you told him as much while
he was pouring you a glass of cordial, he turned back to look at you and thank
you, and as your gaze slid from his purple eyes with their eerie black sclera,
you noticed that his pink nose was shaped almost perfectly like a little heart.
It began with that first proffered glass of sweet
elderflower cordial, and you found yourself stopping by Victor’s house every
time you went for a walk after that. On some occasions he would come with you
on your hike, and he gradually began to open up to you, revealing a sweet and
intelligent nature behind his prickly armour, and on other occasions, you never
made it another step past his house before he had wrapped those long and
powerful arms around you, swept you off your feet, and taken you away upstairs.
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ohmygmkfkddddddd he’d probably be bright red and have tear stained cheeks, barely able to keep his eyes open from how good it feels, only stuttering out broken moans. lets just say his viewers absolutely love it.
Not many people know about this but Aizawa is a huge romantic, and although it’s not something he’s ashamed of admitting, he much rather prefer to keep that side of himself, for your eyes only and nobody else.
Though you respected his decision, and whatnot, you can’t help but letting out a few mess ups. You can’t help but brag about him, whenever the topic centers around Aizawa! However lately you’ve been doing a good job, at keeping your lips closed.
It’s not like Aizawa was embarrassed or ashamed of your little habit, much the opposite, he’s honored and flattered beyond belief, that you care about him enough to constantly compliment him, (even if others claim it as ‘annoying’) though knowing some people would make a fuss out of it, (*cough* Present Mic *cough*) so to avoid that, Aizawa takes extra measures to keep his relationship a secret, especially from his co-workers.
However one day you couldn’t help but spill the beans (there wasn’t even beans and to spill in the first place), it all started after you went on a date with Aizawa, it was especially romantic and you were dying to gush over it with someone, but you might have overshared and start going on a long tangent…
“He’s just the best, Nemuri! Honestly I’m the luckiest woman in the world, to have such a gentlemen as my man!”
Unknown to you, as you were gushing and rambling how amazing Aizawa was, he was right behind you the whole time, (not that you would have care, I’m fact if you knew he was behind you sooner, you would have said much more)
Once you did notice however, Aizawa was a bumbling mess and didn’t know what to say, he was embarrassed beyond words but he still wanted to hear you compliment him more.
It’s something that you tease him about till this day and even though his co-workers have even more of a reason to annoy him, he wouldn’t want it any other way.
a/n: here you go anon, sorry for such a long delay in getting this out. i feel like i still could have added more to this. :v
Moira is surprised to see that you are still living, though with some difficulty. A failed project that she left for dead, she couldn’t stand to look at someone she was once so close to, so close to bringing back only for it to fail.
You shouldn’t have died, and she felt after that failure that she shouldn’t have tried.
So she left you, burned down her old lab and continued to work somewhere else. Somewhere with her skills not being used to bring back lost loved ones whose eyes would light up, recognizing her for mere seconds before becoming empty and lifeless once more.
She should turn you away, she shouldn’t be doing this again, but now here she is, welcoming you into her home, nursing you back to health and making up for the mistakes of her past self.
It takes some time, the guilt and mother like qualities are brought out from her person without her meaning for them to. Nursing you back to health, making sure that you are able to move without as much trouble.
Then she’s allowing you to sleep next to her, cuddling with you and petting you while she is softly cooing words that are better left unsaid unless she wants her heart to hurt all over again.
But she still does it, still loves you just as she did before your death, even still after her failure to bring you back, to watch you die a second time. Well, she wouldn’t let it happen a third time, this time. This time you would stay alive.
Y/N desperately wanted to sleep in. It was Saturday, for God’s sake. She tried to ignore the feeling of Michael’s lips ghosting along her shoulder. She tried to ignore when he began tracing patterns on her back with his finger. She tried until she couldn’t anymore.
“Michael, stop” she said turning in his arms to face him.
“Good morning,” He smiled, kissing the top of her head as she cuddled into his chest, “Your skin is so soft. How is your skin so soft?” He ran a hand up the back of her tank top and skimmed his fingers along her spine.
“Oh my god,” she chuckled, placing a soft peck against his skin before cuddling closer.
Michael continued to rhythmically run his hand up and down her spine in the most calming way. Y/N could feel herself drifting back to sleep.
“Don’t go back to sleep, I want to talk to you,” he laughed through a yawn.
She smiled against him, “Five minutes,”
“Only five,” He said, resting his cheek against the top of her head.
It had been almost a year since you got 7EA. You had
learned a lot about them. What it meant when their light flashed a color,
whether it was a vibrant green when they were happy, a under-saturated blue when
they were sad and that bashful pink. The light was a big tip as to what they
were feeling, but you’d also noticed that they would stay green when they were
doing something that you were doing with them. It would fade between the green
and pink when on movie nights when you leaned against them.
You knew they liked action movies and dogs over cats. You
knew that they liked colder temperatures compared to warm ones. The preferred
people of your gender, people who bared any type of resemblance to you really. Additionally,
when the new skin mods came out, they kept sending you a model that all hovered
on the same general type. Your type. It was creepy. Yet, you caved and got it
for Christmas.
You thought it looked weird and wrong. It was a heap of
synthetic skin and hair with a few spots to take it in a bit and form fit it to
whatever. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if they had made it a little less
realistic. Additionally, there were some body mods to help it fit better. For
example, a jaw and an optic adapter. There were also some spare parts. Let’s
just hope you didn’t lose the bags of fingernails, teeth and hair. You wrapped
it nicely and tried not to think about how creepy it seemed.
When Christmas morning rolled around, 7EA didn’t seem to
understand it, but when you gave them their gift, they were practically
bouncing off the walls. You spent the better part of an hour helping them seal
the skin closed and help fit it to their model, sticking in the little gel
inserts to make them seem less… rigid. When all was said and done, 7EA had
gotten dressed in one of the outfits you had gotten them.
They
tried them all on and modeled for you. Eventually they came back out in a thick
sweater and skinny jeans and asked you to style their hair. You helped them
adjust a bit, making sure they got a hold on when to blink and how to move the
mouth piece, so it didn’t seem ridiculous when they talked. Eventually though,
you sat on the couch with them and watched Elf. They were much comfier to
cuddle with now and you let them know.
“I’m
glad.” They ran a hand through your hair. “It is good to know that you prefer
this upgrade.”
“This
upgrade is just as good as before.”
“But
you like this better. I am better”
“What
makes you think that?”
“I…
If I look like this, am I attractive?” You nodded slowly. “Would you see me as
an equal? Would you… consider me as a partner?”
“What?
I. Equals?” You tried to process what 7EA was saying. Did, did they feel this
way? Had you never noticed? “7EA, you have always
been my equal. I am so sorry that I made you feel this way.”
“You
kept everything. The manual, the spare parts and that remote.”
“Yes,
I kept everything from that first day. I didn’t want something to happen and
then not have the piece I need to help you.” You grabbed their hand and intertwined
your fingers with his, “Is it the remote that bothers you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You
could take complete control, you could change me, you could shut me off against
my wishes and then…” You got up without a word and pulled a box from your
closet. Rifling through it, you found it. The remote. You went to the kitchen
and threw it away. You turned and found 7EA watching you from the doorway.
“The remotes gone. I hope you know that
I always have seen you as my equal and you were always so beautiful to me.” You
could barely see a flash of pink lights behind 7EA’s eyes and they engulfed you
in a hug. You hugged back and when you parted, they pecked your lips for but a
second and pulled away. You pulled them down and gave 7EA a kiss that conveyed
every bit of emotion.
“Love
you.”
“Love
you more.”
“Love
you most.”
You
stayed like that in the kitchen as the snow fell. It was a beautiful Christmas,
it almost topped last year.
BONUS
“We
should probably dig the remote out of the garbage.”
Prompt: “You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Jason moved around in his small apartment putting the last touches on his small, pathetic Christmas dinner. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed into his living room. He had already popped a movie into the player and it was queued up ready to go.
Settling back in his chair there was a soft knock on his front door. Jason froze, like a deer in the headlights. He adored his next-door neighbor Mrs. White, but she could be a tad annoying. Jason had already told her that even though he appreciated her offer to join her family for Christmas dinner he had to pass.
Jason sat in the silence hoping that Mrs. White would take the hint and go back to her own apartment when he heard another knock. Sighing, Jason put his food down on the coffee table and swung his long legs out of the chair. His long legs strode through the tiny apartment in just a few steps.
Without looking through the peephole, Jason whipped open the door with another excuse already on the tip of his tongue. The little ole lady with blue hair wasn’t standing on the other side of the door. Oh no, it was his best friend since the first grade.
“Y/n?” Jason said in confusion. “What are you doing here?”
She smiled up at him. Her eyes were bright, her smile wide, and her nose was slightly pink from the freezing temperatures outside.
“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” Y/n asked pushing her past him.
Jason noticed the several bags in her hands. Jason closed the door with a sigh, but a small smirk was already tugging at his lips. Jason followed his best friend into the kitchen where she plopped the bags onto the counter.
“What is all of this?” Jason asked her.
“I love you, but your kitchen is too small. So I cooked up a proper Christmas dinner and brought it to you,” Y/n said as she started to take out the containers of food.
“What happened with you going with Teddy to his parent’s house?” Jason asked about her boyfriend who he really really despised.
“Um, well, Teddy and I decided to go our separate ways this morning,” Y/n told him.
“Why?” Jason asked he was completely taken back by her admission.
“Teddy and I just didn’t see eye to eye on certain things. It is stuff that I will never be able to change. So he went to his parent’s house and I’m here,” She said with a smile.
“Y/n,” Jason began he could see how her eyes softened with sadness.
“Teddy was a great guy, but he wasn’t the one. I knew that” She admitted.
“Come on Y/n, don’t get sad on me,” Jason said.
“You’re right. Go take care of whatever that stinky stuff is you cooked for dinner and then come help me get everything else set up,” Y/n ordered.
“Aye, aye, captain,” Jason teased.
Y/n only rolled her eyes. As Jason did what was asked of him, Y/n continued to open up the containers and start to pull out plates and silverware. Jason skirted behind her to take care of his mess. He stopped and then looked over her shoulder.
“Why so many plates for just the two of us?” Jason asked.
“Well,” Y/n began.
And right on time, there was a loud pounding on the door. Jason looked down at her.
“Go answer the door. Today is not the day to be rude,” Y/n ordered.
Jason just eyed her but headed back to the door. He pulled it open to find his other best friend Roy standing there with Jason’s little brother Damian, and their friends Jon, Billy, and Connor.
“Hey,” Jason greeted.
“Please tell me Y/n is already here with the food?” Roy asked.
“Um, yeah,” Jason said.
“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” Damian, Jon, and Billy all chanted as they rushed to the kitchen.
Roy pushed past his friend to go and get himself a beer. Jason looked at Connor.
“What in the world is going on?” Jason muttered.
“Christmas dinner with the family,” Connor grinned as he patted his friend on the back.
Jason stood there with a confused look on his face. Family? Shaking the thought from his mind, Jason closed the door and then went to join the others in the kitchen. Y/n stood surrounded by their friends as she dolled out orders to them. Jason watched as Damian and Jon helped Y/n fill the plates with food. Connor and Roy were clearing off the table that hadn’t been used in months while Billy pulled out the spare chairs from the closet.
“Please tell me you made your cherry cheesecake?” Billy asked as he set down the last chair.
“You will have to wait and see,” Y/n said with a smile.
The others began to cram around the chair. Y/n looked up at Jason. A soft smile spread across her face.
“You ready to eat?” Y/n asked him.
“Yeah,” Jason said his voice cracking and he quickly cleared it to cover it up.
Jason took a seat at the head of the small table. Y/n crammed herself next to Jason and Damian. The boys were already digging into their plates. Conversations and insults were flying around the table. Billy and Damian were telling Y/n all about their last mission. Jason sat back in awe.
Once dinner was done, the boys all helped Y/n clean up before attacking her several plates of desserts. They all headed to fill the living room so they could watch a movie. Jon and Connor were fighting over what Christmas movie to put on.
Y/n made herself a cup of coffee. Jason came to stand next to her.
“Y/n,” Jason said softly.
Y/n looked up at him. Before he could talk himself out of it he dipped his head down and captured her soft lips with his own. He pulled away and she let out a small whimper.
“Thank you,” He whispered.
Her eyes sparkled as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him again.
“You’re welcome,” she said.
“Can mom and dad kiss later, we have a movie to watch?” Damian asked.
Y/n broke out into a fit of laughter as Jason lunged at his brother. As he tackled Damian to the ground Jason had to admit this was the best Christmas ever.
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