Meditation (Genji X Reader)

ever have a hyperfixation hit out of nowhere? anyways

gabriel reyes had everything. a family, friends, all of overwatch, basically anything he could want in the midst of war. and then he died. soldiers are content to die for their country, for what they believe in. surely gabriel wanted the same thing. and then medics ripped him from the hands of death and put him in a world of which he did not belong to anymore. he should not be able to exist in his current state, where his body is constantly dying and reconstructing and dying and reconstructing. he can never truly die and he never will. he had everything stripped from him via a new chance at life. he lost everything and turned to darkness because in his mind it was the only option he had left. he was a monster, no one would want a monster like him. so he embraced it. reaper became the very things gabriel reyes swore to destroy. there's such a heavy facade of an apathetic, sadistic killer that not even he recognizes the broken, marred shell of a man when he takes off his mask. he still feels pain, he wants nothing more than to finally move on but the universe refuses to let him do so. he still has his emotions and regrets and fears but it's all suppressed, hidden under a mask and a cloak. he is the embodiment of death, as the man who died and was brought back. the man who is constantly dying. the man who died as gabriel reyes and came back a monster. a monster made by other people and a monster made by himself. i'm. insane about overwatch lore i wish the game was actually good

Che soddisfazione rendermi conto che certe cose nelle serie ufficiali corrispondono al mio headcanon. <3 <3 <3

it’s so sweet, knowing that you love me

Everything feels better when Genji is with you.

( genji shimada x gender-neutral reader | ~0.8k words )

content: emotional hurt/comfort, some fluff, established relationship (can be read as either romantic or platonic, whichever you’d prefer :)) genji loves u <3

etc: divider by cafekitsune; tagging @angelshub @bitchcraftinc @enchantedforest-network @ghostqueue; cross-posted on ao3

“I have not seen you around recently.”

You look up to find Genji leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. Quite some time has passed since you first met him. If you were younger, you would’ve jumped out of your skin at his unexpected arrival, but you didn’t. Instead, you didn’t bat an eye, far too jaded to be surprised by anything anymore.

“I’ve been busy,” you say.

Your words feel practised, dishonest, though they aren’t entirely false. Between the increasing Null Sector attacks and the pressure Soldier: 76 has been putting on you, time has felt like it’s been slipping out of your hands. You wish you could be as uplifting as Lena, or maybe as relaxed as Cassidy. It’s never been in your nature to relax, you suppose, having been raised in a disciplinarian family. Yet here you are, curled up in your blankets as you wallow in self-pity, looking the most pathetic you ever have in front of him. 

He doesn’t seem bothered by it, something you can’t decide whether to feel thankful or upset about. Guilt begins to seep into your system as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. As if he can sense your spiral into pessimism—he probably can, he’s known you for long enough—he laces his fingers with yours, the metal cool against your skin.

A beat of silence passes.

“Genji?” 

He hums, waiting for you to continue.

“I’m sorry.”

You don’t like him seeing you in such a state. Genji caresses the back of your hand with his thumb, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. It’s hard to discern what he’s thinking. He’s been keeping his mask on more frequently, just out of habit, but a part of you wishes you could just see his eyes on you one more time.

“I know you didn’t mean to ignore me,” he speaks up, turning his head in your direction. “But I have missed you. That’s why I came here.”

You manage a weak smile. “I missed you too.”

“Cassidy has been asking for you as well.” There’s an amused lilt in his voice. “He said it’s sad not having his favourite sharpshooter around.”

That gets a chuckle out of you. “His favourite sharpshooter?”

“Yes. And mine too.”

Heat rises to your cheeks at how easily he says it. The fact that he’s holding your hand isn’t helping much, either. Still, it amazes you how a simple two words can make you feel the lightest you’ve ever been. You missed this. You missed him.

“Don’t say it like that,” you mumble, flustered. “I’m trying to mope, Genji.”

“I am not allowing it.” He lets go of your hand and you’re already missing his touch, your bottom lips slightly jutting into a pout at his sudden movement. It doesn’t last long, though, now that he’s shifted his position so he’s laying his head on your lap. “And I was only telling the truth.”

“Shut up.” There’s no actual malice in your words. Even without your other hand coming down to cup the side of his face, you think he knows that very well too. “You can’t just come in here and get me all soft and mushy, you know. You’re so mean.”

“I am mean?” he retorts in mock offence. “I tell you that I miss you, but I am mean.”

“Yeah. The meanest.” You giggle, bringing his hand up to your lips to press a gentle kiss on it. With a pleased sigh, you feel your worries ebb away and let yourself sink into the comfort he brings you. “I’ll probably come back tomorrow. I’m feeling better anyway—”

“You will come see me first, yes?”

You playfully nudge his head away, avoiding his gaze again because somehow it’s like second nature for him to make you feel this way. Like you’re a blushing protagonist of a romance story. In a last ditch attempt to keep your cool, you clear your throat and say in the most deadpan tone you can muster.

“Actually, I think I’ll see Winston first.”

“You would prefer him over me?” You can practically hear him sulking. “And you say that I am mean.”

You find yourself smiling at how natural it feels to fall back into this kind of rhythm with him despite all your setbacks and isolation. It makes your heart swell in joy, being cared for and understood by someone like him. 

“Hey, get up,” you urge him gently. He does so without question, though he still tilts his head at you curiously. You scoot forward, finally leaving the mass of blankets to throw yourself in his arms, pressing a kiss to where his cheek would be. “I love you, Genji.”

He lets out a content sigh. “I love you too. You don’t have to push yourself so hard.”

You fall into a comfortable silence. In the embrace of the one you love, you’re slowly lulled to a peaceful slumber until he speaks up again, this time sounding genuinely concerned.

“But you will come see me first tomorrow, right?”

Your laughter is all he hears.

Lazy Mornings (Cayde-6 X Reader)

     (Although Cayde, the Exo that we all know and love, died in the expansion    Forsaken, I am ignoring the fact that Forsaken exists. In this story, Cayde does not go to prison to help Petra Venj.)      Silence was all that she slowly woke up to. (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open as she stared at the window across from her. Her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion when she did not hear any form of chaos outside. (Y/N) sighed in relief after slowly remembering that the war with Ghaul and the Red Legion was over. It was rare to wake up with pure silence ever since Ghaul recked havoc. Every day, (Y/N) used to wake up to gunshots and blood-curling screams from either the enemies, the guardians, or the regular civilians. Every now and again, she will wake up in cold sweat from the nightmares that she would have from the deaths of almost everyone around her. If it wasn’t for Cayde-6, she would have died during the Red Legion’s attack. Even after Cayde saved (Y/N) from the attack, he still checked in on her every time he had a chance to and she was thankful.      A smile graced her features as she thinks of all the times Cayde would frantically rush into her room at the farm, almost tripping on his own feet as he grabbed both sides of her face and continually ask her “Is everything okay!?”, “Has anyone hurt you!?”, “Did you eat any of my ramen while I was gone!?”.  Moments like those always help (Y/N) when she panics from seeing hallucinations of the multiple dead bodies that she encountered in the city months ago. She even saw her best friend’s body lying lifeless in the pile of corpses. Although her friend was a Guardian and could revive with the help of his ghost, it seemed that his ghost was destroyed beside his body. It pained (Y/N) to see the people that she grew up together with to disappear from her life within a day. The only person that she was really close to that survived was Cayde-6 himself. Cayde has been in her life for six years and asked her to be his girlfriend three years ago.     Ever since (Y/N) came to The Tower six years ago for her job as an assistant to the Speaker, Cayde seemed to be fond of her presence and she never understood as to why. She never spoke unless spoken to and stayed to herself most of the time. Even though (Y/N) would be shy around Cayde and try to leave if she felt uncomfortable, Cayde found one way for her to relax around him and that was his terrible jokes. She believes that what made her first fall for him.      

     A groan erupted behind (Y/N) as a robotic arm lazily lays itself over her waist. It causes her to snap out of her thoughts as she turns her head slightly to see the loving Exo, Cayde, behind her. His eyes cracked open slightly, revealing his light aqua blue eyes. Cayde’s hunter cloak was detached from him, so his full head was revealed as he continues to lay it on the pillow beneath him. His arm, no longer lazily laying over (Y/N)’s waist, gently tightens his grip around her waist causing her form to be pulled closer to his. Cayde gently placed his forehead by the back of (Y/N)’s head, moving his head a bit upwards to not hit her with his horn. These small gestures caused (Y/N) to sigh in contempt, alerting Cayde of her awakening.            “You awake, sleeping beauty?” Cayde tiredly asks as he raises his head up to look over at (Y/N)’s face. Cayde always admits that every day he sees (Y/N), she seems to become more beautiful and his statement still stayed the same as he stared at her tired frame. Her messy morning hair was laid out on her pillow as dried up drool stuck to the corner of her mouth. She may have looked like a complete mess to other people but to him, she was his beautiful mess. Cayde saw (Y/N) move her head up and down, signaling that she is in fact awake. The couple continues to lay in each other’s comfort as the sweet sound of birds begins to serenade from outside (Y/N)’s home in The Tower.      It’s not every day that Cayde could relax like he is now. Usually, he would be having a meeting with Zavala and Ikora, assigning missions to the Hunter Guardians, and selling said Guardians armor, weapons, scout reports, and maps. Cayde has sometimes sneaked out to visit (Y/N) when she is either working or at the comfort of her own home. Both of them has been working a lot harder lately since the city and The Tower was still being repaired from the attack by the Red Legion. Cayde has been helping to clear out the rest of the enemies from the city, as well as his regular duties. Cayde is happy that he has been able to go out in the field but he has had barely any time to relax. After The Speaker died, (Y/N) took his place and although it doesn’t seem like much work, she has been having to advise all of the Guardians, keeping in check on Saint-14, and selling legendary class items to the Guardians. She has also been helping with the repairs of The Tower and the city. So, when Cayde and (Y/N) have time for themselves, they spend it with each other. Either they stay at (Y/N)’s home relaxing or going to Cayde’s favorite ramen shop.      After laying in comfort beside each other for a couple of minutes, Cayde sits up stretching both of his arms over his head as he groans tiredly. Feeling Cayde’s arm being removed from her waist, (Y/N) stands up from her bed and makes her way to her window. As she pushes her curtains apart, she is greeted by a beautiful view. The sky has a mixture of both blue and yellow and the sun is still making its way up over the horizon. The Traveler looks even more beautiful as the sun wraps its light around it. Lately, the sky has been filled with dark clouds as heavy rain would pour down onto the earth. Seeing soft white clouds and the sun shining brightly today made (Y/N) smile.      Turning around towards Cayde, she tries to stifle a laugh as she sees her loving Exo pose in a “sexy” position, with his right hand propping up his head and his left leg bent upwards as he faces her with amusement in his eyes. Using his free hand, he motions for (Y/N) to come forward. She happily obliges as she teasingly sways her hips as she makes her way over to the Exo. Once she was of arms reach, Cayde gently grabs a hold of her wrist and pulls her into the bed. Cayde wraps an arm around her form once again as he softly places half of his body on top of her, hoping to not hurt her in the process. As Cayde gently lay on her while burying his face into the crook of her neck, (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his torso as she leans her head closer to him. The silence continued to grow as the couple continued to lay in each other’s embrace.      A few minutes of silence were interrupted by (Y/N) quietly stating, “You know we have to get up soon for work, right?” Her statement caused the Gunslinger to groan in protest as his arm tightens around her form. “What if we both called in sick?” Cayde asks with a bit of amusement and some hope in his voice as (Y/N) laughs saying, “You know very well that there is no such thing as sick days for us” “It’ll be worth a shot.” Cayde’s statement causes (Y/N) to laugh in amusement. “It would be worth it” she yawns tiredly as she tightens her arms around Cayde’s torso “, but Zavala and Ikora would be looking for us later on when they notice that we are not at our posts. Ikora may not mind as much but Zavala would be furious. Remember the last time when you snuck out just so you could eat at the spicy ramen shop?”      Both of them remembered very well what happened on that day. When Zavala saw that Cayde was not at his post, he searched all over the tower for Cayde. He even dragged (Y/N) around, asking her where he may be. They finally found Cayde at the spicy ramen shop eating bowls after bowls of ramen as he was telling the shop owner a story about fighting the Fallen. Seeing this caused Zavala to be enraged. He dragged Cayde by the back of his cloak as Cayde was trying to ask (Y/N) to free him from Zavala’s clutches. After that day, Zavala kept a close eye on him, much to Cayde’s displeasure.      “I still think he made me trip with my own cloak on purpose” Cayde adds as he moves his head to where his chin was propped on his chin on (Y/N)’s shoulder.       “Maybe he wouldn’t have if you stopped trying to walk in the other direction while he had a hold of you cloak still, you wouldn’t have had tripped.” (Y/N) sassily states as she stares at the Exo amusingly while he tries to pout at her comment.       “I didn’t get to finish my last bowl of ramen! What was I supposed to do? Leave it on the table and let some stranger eat my well-paid meal? I don’t think so.” “I went back and put it in a to-go box for you!” (Y/N) says while grinning at Caye’s disbelieving expression.       “I may love my ramen but when it gets cold, it becomes less appetizing! Have you ever eaten cold ramen!?” “Yes, I have. It doesn’t taste that bad.” (Y/N) pokes Cayde where his nose would be and he looks at her with an unamused face.      “You, my dear, are a weird lady.” he calmly states amusingly as he watches a smile grow on (Y/N)’s face. “You’re weird too.”       Silence filled the room once again as Cayde thinks for a moment before saying “Touché.” (Y/N) smiles lovingly at Cayde as she moves her face closer to his as she gives him a soft kiss on his robotic chin. Cayde closes his eyes and he switches the position of his head with his robotic cheek laying on her shoulder.      “Just five more minutes, please?” Cayde begs quietly. (Y/N) doesn’t usually hear Cayde beg like this. Usually, when he does beg it’s when he wants them to sneak out of the tower and to the city, going to the ramen shop, or wanting to show her something cool while she is working. So when she heard the sincere pleading tiredness in his voice, she was a bit surprised.      (Y/N) thinks for a moment before sighing as she says “Fine, only five minutes. I don’t want you to get in trouble with Zavala again.” Cayde smiles happily as he switches positions with her to where he is now laying on his back and she is laying on top of him. He wraps his robotic arms around her as (Y/N) lays her hand on his chest.       “Thank you, my queen.” Cayde tiredly says as he closes his eyes. (Y/N) smiles lovingly before closing her eyes as well, listening to the faint noises coming from Cayde’s robotic body. Not long after, both Cayde and (Y/N) blissfully fall asleep in each other’s arms. They both wish they had more time to spend with each other. With work piling up for both of them, they never have much time to do what they want to do. Times like these though is what they cherish the most. Although Cayde and (Y/N) cannot spend as much time together like they want to, they are still happy with the fact that they can at least have moments where they can hold each other for a little while…until Zavala comes and ruins it. 

Happier Endings

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Pairing: River Ward x Fem!V!Reader; Slight SilverV Summary: (Request) You’ve been cured of your terminal disease. Johnny Silverhand no longer lives in your brain. It’s left you in a coma for two years, and when you wake up, everyone you’ve ever cared for has either moved on or no longer wants to see you, even your boyfriend, River Ward. Rating: Mature/Restricted — MDNI; AGELESS BLOGS DO NO INTERACT. Word Count: 7.4k+ Categories: Angst, Smut, hurt/comfort, slow burn-ish CWs: Reader is V and is referred to as V; rough sex, unprotected P in V; Reader hallucinates in the form of dreaming; Johnny doesn’t have a body; Spoilers for the secret ending/‘The Tower” ending. Not proofread. Notes: Canon-divergent; might've gotten some lore wrong. I just wanted River and V to have a happy ending.

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Everything hurts. Your head. Your body. Your ears as the incessant beeping of the heart rate monitor filled the room. All of it. Waking up from a two year coma was anything but pleasant.

Your operation had been a success. Johnny had finally been removed from your head, but as you came to that realization, a piece of you really missed him. Sure, the relic was killing you, and sure, you fucking hated the gonk when you’d first met him—he did try to kill you after all—but overtime, Johnny Silverhand was a man that you could eventually call your friend.

That realization and the news that you’d never be able to have chrome in your body ever again? That shit hurt the most. You had made a silent promise to Jackie before he had died—a promise that you’d make it to the big leagues, just for him… So much for that. You hadn’t ever expected to make it for only a few months. Maybe you should have just put a bullet through your skull after Misty had left you up on that roof. If you had, maybe you would have seen your best friend again.

As the team drops you off, you stare out at the sun and let out a big sigh. You’d wondered what Night City had gotten up to in that time, but really, the only thing on your mind was one man: River Ward.

You’d never fully explained what was going on with you and the relic—all you could tell him was that you were dying, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to be with you. Your mind flashes back to the morning after you’d crawled into his bed, spending the whole night with him inside of you. The sound of his voice humming a soft melody as he made you a cup of coffee fills your head.

“Best coffee, best jambalaya—“ you remember finding the recipe on his computer. It was sweet that he’d wanted to impress you. You didn’t think you’d ever fall for a fuckin’ cop, but you did, and you wore his “fuck the police” shirt almost every night to bed after that. He was sweet; he had a big heart, and his intentions with you were pure. It was hard to find a man like that in Night City.

It only takes a couple of rings on the holo for him to answer.

“No damn way,” he says. God, you missed his voice.

A small, hopeful smile spread across your face. You don’t remember the last time you’d felt hope to begin with. “River,” you breathe out. “It’s me.”

”’Me,’ who?” His voice is gruff, filled with clear uncertainty. Though, you don’t think that you could blame him.

Still, “Wow… Wasn’t expecting that,” you say.

“Yeah, well,” he says. “Old cops carry suspicion in their back pocket. The V I knew wouldn’t have waited two years to return a call.” Well, shit, that hurt too. “What’d you expect to hear after all this time?”

Why was he acting this way? In all honesty, it was starting to piss you off. You couldn’t help but let your classic sarcasm slip through. “Dunno… Maybe something like ‘Wow, glad you’re not dead!’”

You watch as he shakes his head, seeming a bit disappointed in himself. “You’re right,” he sighs out. “Sorry… Really am glad you’ve come up for air.” He pauses for a moment. “Gotta admit, I’m a little mad at you.” There it is.

It seemed like everyone was either mad at you or had thought you’d died. Hell, Panam wouldn’t even pick up the phone for you. It didn’t even ring. All you could do was leave a voicemail and hope, but knowing her? She’d already declared you a traitor—someone she’d never speak to ever again.

“River,” you sigh. “I was in a coma. They just woke me up.”

“Oh, shit, V,” he says, a clear look of surprise on his face. “Sorry… Here I am being a fuckin’ asshole to you.” You’d never seen him so on edge, quick to anger before. Well, that’s not true. You remember when you’d helped him find Randy—he was full of anger back then, hasty to find his nephew, but after that? He’d relaxed, a bit lighter. He was so gentle with you after that.

You could tell there was something eating away at him now. “You okay?” You finally ask, unable to keep yourself in the dark any longer. “Gettin’ the vibe that something’s wrong.”

“Honestly?” He says. “Everything is.”

He admits to you that he had been struggling to scrounge up the eddies for Randy and his rehab. It ended up with him making a deal with the Trauma Team. If he provided them with NCPD secrets, anything and everything he could, they would give him the funds. It seemed like he was ashamed of what he’d done.

“Clearly, you didn’t have any other options,” you tell him with a shrug. He doesn’t seem to like that.

“How could you possibly know that?” He grunts.

What was that supposed to mean? Was that some sort of dig? Sure, you’d been a merc, but that doesn’t mean you risked your morals for eddies. Hell, you’d pissed off Elizabeth Peralez for refusing to lie to her husband about all the brainwashing.

Whatever. You decide to let it go. “No,” you tell him. “I know you; woulda done it differently if you’d had a choice.”

He shakes his head. “I dunno,” he says. “I’d like to believe that, but…”

You curse under your breath, a twinge of guilt in your heart. Maybe the two of you could both work on having a little more empathy for each other. “Now I feel bad,” you say. “Can we meet? Help each other out?”

You knew that things couldn’t ever go back to the way they were—not right away at least. A lot could change in two years, and he’d spent all that time thinking that you’d ghosted him, tossed him to the side without any explanation. Even if he knew the truth now, it wouldn’t change how he felt. You should have told him more about the relic, the plan, everything. After everything you’d been through with him, everything he’d told you about him and his family—you owed him a little more honesty and candidness than you had given him. Still, maybe with a little work, the two of you could—

“Too late for that.”

Oh.

You can’t even hide the shock and sadness in your voice. “What? Rather not see me?”

You hate the look he gives you through the holo. “Look, I’m not the man you used to know. I couldn’t look at you in the eye. Not you, not— The fuck am I blabbin’ for?” There’s a lost look in his eye. There’s no way he meant anything he said. There’s no chance he didn’t want to see you after all this time. “I gotta go.”

”Wait a second, River—“

Before you can say anything else, he hangs up, leaving your heart in your stomach and a pain in your chest. This pain hurt more than any bullet wound or relic malfunction ever could have. You stare back at the sun and sigh, shaking your head, before dialing the next number.

Vik is the only person willing to see you. Panam still hadn’t answered your call, and Judy had left Night City. She was married now… You were happy for her, but it didn’t hurt any less. All your friends had thought you’d abandoned them, and in turn, it seemed like they either did the same to you or had simply just chosen to forget you and move on.

Vik had confirmed that you’d never be able to get implants again, and it left you feeling lost. Your entire life, living as a merc, some streetkid who would risk their life everyday to make it a legend in NC, was all you’d ever known. You’d be a gonk to think you could return to doing jobs like that without any cyberware. It’s what kept you less vulnerable to enemy hacks and bullets.

Hell, you couldn’t even defend yourself from getting mugged as you left the clinic. Any eddies you’d had were gone. You truly had nothing left for yourself. Misty helps you up off the ground, and though she assures you that she thinks you’ll be able to get yourself back on your feet, you’re not sure if you believe her. Either way, you wish her the best of luck on her journey to whatever ancient forest she was leaving to.

Yet another friend gone from your life.

You find your old car in the parking lot of your old apartment building. You’re surprised someone didn’t scrap it or steal it. As the engine roars, you let out a sigh and get in. There’s only one place that you think you can find solace in this world.

You arrive at Johnny’s grave. Tears well up in your eyes as you run your hands over the metal, feeling the divots in it from the words you carved into it. “Johnny Silverhand—the man who saved my life.”

You half expect to see a flash of blue light, the appearance of the ghost that had lived inside of your head. He’d tell you to pick yourself the fuck up, to find a way to turn shit around, but he didn’t. He couldn’t because he wasn’t there with you anymore.

So you begin to talk to yourself, truly to yourself. “What the fuck am I doing?” You sigh. “I miss you, Johnny. Bet you didn’t think I’d ever say that, huh… But I told you I wouldn’t ever forget you.” You continue to look down at the carving. “After losing Jack… Even though I was always fightin’ with ya, you were still my best friend. I wish I could’ve found a way to save us both.”

The tears start running down your face. When was the last time you’d actually cried like this? Sure, you had cried when Jackie died right in front of you, but this? This was full on sobbing. Tears falling down in large drops, soaking your face, nose running as you struggled to breathe.

“I’ve got no one anymore, Johnny… Should have just spent the last years of my life living it with you—doin’ jobs instead of focusin’ on the damn relic. Should have gone out with a blaze of glory.” You shake your head. “But no one remembers me. I’m just another face, no longer on my way to becoming a legend. Anyone who does remember me either hates my guts or is moving on without me…”

With shaking, flesh-made, free of chrome hands, you wipe away your tears. “Fuck!” You curse as you kick his grave. It’s not fair to take it out on Johnny; you know that. It’s not like he asked for his engram to be copied onto the biochip, and he’s not the one who told you to shove the damn thing into your head. As bad as you felt for Evelyn Parker, part of you was angry with her. Had it not been for her or Dexter Deshawn, maybe you and Jackie could have been legends of the Afterlife. What was the point of getting into the what-ifs, though?

”I’m sorry,” you breathe out, still struggling to catch your breath. “It’s not your fault.” You continue to talk like Johnny can hear you, and while you know there’s no such thing as heaven, and even if there is, Johnny Silverhand sure as fuck didn’t make it in, you try to pretend that he’s up there, listening.

“I know that you don’t like River, but… I miss him so much. He doesn’t even wanna see me,” you finally let out.

Johnny had always had a disdain for the ex-cop. He always claimed that River only stuck around to try to sniff you out, get dirt on you and turn you into whoever was willing to give him the money for it, but you knew otherwise. From the moment you’d met the man, you knew all he wanted to do was seek out justice in whichever way he deemed fit. Though you were a merc and he was a cop, he saw value in what you did. Sometimes, not every issue can be solved by the cops. Sometimes, the system was immoral itself. He knew that more than anyone.

“Don’t know what he did or why he feels like he can’t look me in the eye, but it still hurts… I’ve dated plenty of gonks in my life, and he’s the only one that I think actually cared about me,” you confess. “Maybe he’s punishing himself for what he did, but I couldn't care less about what secrets he was sellin’. It’s not like the NCPD and I were chooms, right?” You let out a watery chuckle. “Maybe I’ll try callin’ him again, but who knows.”

Silence. Dead, uncomforting silence. Johnny really was gone.

Your eyes glance back down at the grave, and you sigh, standing up and shaking your head. “Thanks for listening, Johnny,” you say. “And… Thanks for everything else. For saving my life, multiple times. For showing me how to live like a Samurai… For helping me find a way to survive the relic… Just wished I could have found a way to save you too. I know you said you felt like you did everyone in your life dirty, weren’t a very good friend to them, but… You were a great one to me. You’re the reason why I almost made it to the top to begin with.”

You get back into your car and start it up, turning on the radio. When you do, the car fills with the sound of 107.3 playing through your speakers. Samurai fills your ears. It’s at the moment that you think maybe, just maybe, Johnny did hear you. Maybe this was his way of telling you that you’d be okay, to just give it some time.

Vik lets you crash in the clinic. He’d told you that as long as you kept it on the downlow, you’d be okay until you got back on your feet and scrapped up enough eddies to get your own place.

You get a job at Tom’s Diner. It certainly isn’t as fast paced or dangerous or thrilling as being a merc, but it pays you a decent amount. It eventually gets you by just enough to rent out a shitty apartment in Watson. Just like old times, huh.

You don’t even take the time to unpack once you get in. Instead, you toss your single bag of clothes into the corner and hop into the shower. It’d been a long time since you’d felt water pressure this good. As the hot water cascades over your body, you think back to the second time you’d spent the night with River.

It had been in your apartment that time. You’d been pretty insistent on not wanting to spend the night having sex in silence due to the fear of waking up his sister, his niece, and his nephew. You remember the feeling of his hands on your body as you led him into your shower. The way they had covered the swell of your breasts as you leaned against the wall, bending over for him. He’d buried his face into your neck, moaning and grunting, telling you how good you’d felt around him. Your cunt squeezed and fluttered around him as his hips slammed into your ass, his large hands bruising your thighs from the way he was gripping on to you.

When you open your eyes, you remember that he’s not there. He didn’t want to be there. God, he couldn’t even look at you.

You’re out of the shower after that, not wanting to relive the memories and thinking about what could have been. You quickly dry yourself off, get dressed, and get into bed, making a mental note to buy new clothes to fill your wardrobe.

Over the span of a few months, you find yourself doing a lot better. You continue to work at the diner, making just enough money to keep paying your rent. Living a life of luxury isn’t something that you even consider anymore. Every once in a while, you stop by El Coyote Cojo every once in a while. You’d given Mama Welles the scare of her life when you’d walked in. You’d gotten her all caught up on what was going on, telling her that it didn’t feel right to call her. You could handle the anger of everyone else in your life, but never Mama Welles.

She’d smacked you upside the head. “¡Estúpida!” She cursed at you. “I thought you had died. Don’t you think losing my son enough! Misty told me she was leaving, and I thought that was it for me—thought I’d lost all of my…”

Her children. Though she’d never say it, she truly did think of you, and eventually Misty, as her own. Living in Haywood meant everyone around you was family, even if you didn’t like them, but Mama Welles loved you. When you didn’t contact her for two years, she really did think you were gone, and it hurt her more than she would ever let it show.

“I’m sorry, Mama Welles,” you say. “I just… Everyone I called—either mad at me or forgot about me and moved on. Didn’t know what I would do if you did the same,” you tell her. “I promise to be around more. I’m done workin’ as a merc. No more danger for me,” you sigh.

She pulls you into her arms, holding you tightly. “Well, if you ever feel like leaving that diner, my door is always open; you can always come work for me, mija,” she tells you. “And there’s always food on my table for you. You know that.”

You nod as you rest your chin on her shoulder. God, you missed this feeling—the feeling of family.

You eventually take her up on the offer, and you start working as a bartender. You slowly start to become filled with life again. You spend your nights laughing and joking around with Pepe; you make enough money to buy more than five outfits, and your apartment starts to feel more like a home as you fill it with paraphernalia that matches your style and personality.

Still, you couldn’t help but feel that something was missing. As you looked around the bar, wiping out glasses, you watched as a few couples sat closely together, smiles on their faces as they gushed to one another. Pepe picks up on the melancholic look on your face.

“Tired of being single, eh?” He teases, nudging you playfully.

You shake your head and sigh, your focus back on the glasses in your hands. “Just…” You struggle to come up with an excuse for your glum expression. “Yeah, I guess. I actually met someone before… Well, you know,” you confess to him. “But he doesn’t wanna see me anymore.”

He shrugs, picking up a glass to help you with your work. “Hey, you never know—“

”Trust me, I know,” you reassure him. “I tried but… Fuck, the look he was giving me when he told me… I don’t think he’ll ever talk to me again.”

He puts a hand on your shoulder. “Maybe he’s just scared,” he suggests. “Whatever it may be, I don’t think you should give up if you really want things to work out.”

When you go home, Pepe’s words weigh heavy on your mind. Were you really just giving up that easily? As you lay in bed, your eyes glance over to your wardrobe where your replica of Johnny’s jacket hangs. Sometimes, you dream of him, and you just… talk. You talk to him about what’s going on in your life, and he listens. Sometimes, he gives a quip here and there, but you don’t mind. You don’t mind until you wake up, that is. Those dreams feel way too real sometimes.

This was one of those dreams…

”Pepe’s right,” he says, taking a long drag of his cigarette. He’d always been on you for not smoking. Now, he got to smoke all the cigarettes he’d ever wanted. “You shouldn’t give up just because the fucker told you he can’t look you in the eye. Fuckin’ make him.”

“I thought you didn’t like River,” you say.

He scoffs, pushing himself off of the wall he was leaning against, walking closer to you. “I don’t, but you’re so fucking miserable without him. I hate to say it, but it’s killing me to see you like this. The V I knew was a fucking rock star who could fuck like nobody’s business.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “So this is about you wanting me to get laid?”

He groans, and though he’s wearing his classic aviators, you can tell he’s rolling his eyes at you. “No, it’s not about me wanting you to get laid,” he says. “It’s about me wanting to see you happy, V. I know I tried to kill you and all in the beginning, but you were still my friend in the end. You matter to me.” His cybernetic hand is now cradling one side of your face, and you lean into it. “Truthfully, the reason why I didn’t like River, aside from all the cop stuff, was because…” He sighs, shaking his head. “It’s hard to hear the woman you feel a connection with have… thoughts… about another man.” His thumb strokes your cheek. “But I want you to be happy, and damn it, whenever you were with River? That’s the happiest I’d ever seen you…”

You look up at him in shock. “Johnny, I—“

You wake up, alarm blaring in your ears. “Fuck me,” you groan as you hit the snooze button. “Weird fuckin’ dream.” You roll over, and you stare at the jacket again. “But maybe you’re right, Johnny.” You really missed him.

You go about your day as usual. Wake up. Shower, Get dressed. Head to the Coyote for your shift. Work. Drink a couple of beers. Get home.

This particular night, however, you’d had more than just a couple of beers. Instead, you had taken shot after shot as you kept thinking about your dream, thinking about your last conversation with River. It’d been a few months since then. How was he doing? Was he safe? Was Randy’s recovery going well?

All of these questions continued to weigh on your mind as you laid on your bed, looking up at the ceiling. Before you knew it, you were dialing River’s phone number. It rang out a few times before it eventually went to voicemail.

“Hey,” you began, voice shaking. “I’m sorry for callin’. I know you don’t wanna hear from me, but… Fuck, Riv, I miss you,” you continue. A knot began to form in your throat, making you choke on your words. “You know, I thought I’d spend my entire life being some good for nothin’ merc, but… when I met you, you made me wanna slow down.” You sniffle. “That night at Joss’s place—the one when you made that jambalaya for me—“ a chuckle makes its way past your lips. “It was so nice. Slow. Different from how I’d lived my entire life, and just being there with you, living in that moment with no worries about the relic, the jobs I was workin, or if I was gonna die… I craved more of it; it made me ready to slow down.” Though you didn’t realize, tears began to slip down your face. “But I only wanted to live that way if it was with you…”

There’s a long pause. You begin to softly sob to yourself. God, you felt pathetic. You had always swore you’d never cry like this over a man, but fuck it, River was different.

”I’m sorry,” you apologize, pulling yourself together. “I don’t know what’s going on with you or why you’re so afraid to look me in the eye, but I need you, River… Without you, being able to live out the rest of my life means nothing. I would have taken six months with you over however many fuckin’ years I’ve got left now without you,” you say. You sniffle and wipe away at your nose. “I got a new place, and a new job—one where I’m not constantly putting me or other people in danger, I promise… I’ll send you the address if you ever wanna stop by… If not, I get it. I’m sorry… See ya.”

You hear the click of your phone as you finally hang up, and once you do, you close your eyes and fall asleep.

“Hey!” A gruff voice calls out to you. When you open your eyes, you see Johnny. Great, another dream. “V!” He calls. “Wake the fuck up!”

You groggily sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Christ, Johnny, the fuck do you want? Not in the mood to talk.”

“Good because I ain’t either,” he says.

The sound of knocking echoes in your mind. “Huh?”

Johnny smirks over at you and nods towards the door. “Wake up,” he tells you, a hand holding onto your shoulder. “Think it’s time I finally left you alone, huh. Time for you and me to finally move on from each other.”

”What’s that supposed to mean?”

He doesn’t answer you. Instead, the room begins to fade away around you as he starts walking away, heading into a black void. He ignores you as you call out his name.

Then, you wake up in a cold sweat. You groan as your head pounds with a hangover. You don’t remember the last time you’d drinken this much… Oh wait, yeah you do. The last time you’d gotten this drunk, you’d let Johnny take the wheel, and he’d broken your promise of taking it easy.

You look down at your arm, and you fingers run over the tattoo. “Johnny + V” it reads… You were glad that in the end, you were at least able to keep that much from your days as a merc. The thought of not being able to get implants anymore no longer bothers you. You just needed your memory of him and the work the two of you had done together. That was enough…

The sound of someone pounding on your door brings you out of your thoughts, and you jump. “Shit,” you groan. “I’m comin’.”

You look around your apartment for your clothes. You’d only slept in your bra and underwear; it seemed like you weren’t sober enough to completely undress yourself.

You find a pair of shorts and tug them on before stumbling over to the door and opening it. The sight of the man in front of you is enough to pull you out of your hangover. “River…”

He looks at you, eyes filled with guilt. “Hey, V,” he greets. “‘S’been a while…”

You nod, still a bit in shock, and step out of the way of the door. “Uh, come in.” As he walks in, you look around your apartment. It’s a mess. “Sorry… I wasn’t actually expecting you to show up.” You chuckle, a bit nervous. “Also wasn’t expecting you to even open that message. I’m sorry; I guess I just had too much to drink last night.” Oh god, you were rambling…

But for the first time in a long time, you see River smile. It’s not a wide, boisterous smile. It’s soft and small, but it was still a smile. He’s clearly been entertained by your antics.

”It’s okay,” he reassures you. “I, uh, didn’t expect myself to come see you either, but… Joss walked in on me listening to the message, and she… Well, you know how she is,” he tells you.

“Guess I should thank her later then, huh?” You chuckle out. He’s gone quiet again, having a hard time looking into your eyes, so you speak up. “River, you know that I don’t… I don’t blame you for doing what you did, right?” You tell him. “I mean, I don’t think I’m really one to be giving out any lectures about morals given what I’ve done… What I used to do.”

Now, he’s looking at you, but he’s still so reluctant to do so. “I know,” he finally speaks after a bit. “It’s just.. I’m not the same anymore, and I don’t want you to expect something that I can never give you.” He walks further into the apartment, taking a seat on the couch. His hands run over his face, as if he’s trying to wipe away the shame and embarrassment he was feeling. “Before you left, after we’d gotten together, I was happy. Relaxed. For the first time ever, I felt truly at peace,” he says. “But then you disappeared. Randy needed to go to therapy, and Joss and I couldn’t afford it, and—“ he sighs, “it really changed me for the worse.” He looks up at you again, eyes soft and vulnerable. “I don’t think I can ever go back to being the River I was… And I don’t want you to get hurt because of it.”

As he speaks, you stand in front of him. Your heart hurts. That look on his face—it’s the same one that he felt when he’d told you about his parents for the first time. He feels like that little boy again. “I’m sorry,” you whisper to him. You then walk over to the couch and sit next to him. “River, I didn’t mean to make you feel like you couldn’t… be yourself, the new version of you, without me, and I’m sorry that I couldn’t be around to help you out,” you sigh.

“It’s not your fault,” he tells you. “You… didn’t ghost me like I thought you did. You were only trying to save your life, and I’m glad you’re okay now.” Two years without you was hard. He remembered the first time he was struggling with money. He’d left you a voicemail, begging you for your help. Even if it were just a small loan, he’d take what he could get.

But then you never answered, and he’d left you another voicemail, angry and hurt. ”After everything I helped you with, everything that I told you—“ he cried into the phone. “Thought you’d have a little more respect for me. I don’t ever wanna see you again, so wherever the hell you are, don’t bother calling me back.”

You didn’t listen to those messages until after you’d called him, just after waking up. Hearing him speak that way, the betrayal he must have felt… You couldn’t imagine.

“I’m still sorry,” you say to him. “I wish I could have told you about it all, but I just couldn’t. I wanted to, but I didn’t want you to worry.”

”You told me you couldn’t make plans for the future; you told me you were dying,” he sighs.

It was true. The first night after you’d slept together, he’d asked you if you were serious about him, and you told him that while you were, your time together was likely limited.

“I should have listened…” He says. Then, he grabs hold of your hand. “I missed you so much,” he finally confesses. “Even if I was pissed at you… I’ve never had anything like I had with you.”

You looked up at him, leaning forward. “I missed you to River,” you say. “I… I don’t know if I can do this without you. It’s so fucking hard. Johnny’s gone; all my friends either hate me or they’re leaving, and I can’t even go back to being a merc. I was on my way to becoming a legend, and it’s all just gone.” Your bottom lip starts to tremble as you think over the past few months. You don’t think you’d ever experienced loneliness like this before. “But it didn’t even matter anymore after I met you. I wanted to live the rest of my life with you, you know… That’s why I did it. I didn’t know it would put me into a fuckin’ coma, though.”

“Would you go back and change things?” He asks after a bit.

You take a moment to think on it. Back then, you’d spent so much time thinking about all of the what-ifs of your situation. What if you trusted Hanako? What if you asked Rogue for help? Was Panam the right answer? Or maybe you should have just ended it when you were on that fucking roof top.

”I don’t know,” you finally answer. “Depends on if you’ll take me back or not… If not, then yeah, I would go back if I could—forget about finding a plan to save myself and just spend my final days with you.”

He hums in response. “You like me that much then, huh?” He teases.

You shake your head at him, looking up at him with full honesty. “No,” you say softly. “I love you, River. I regret never being able to say it before I left.”

He seems a bit surprised by the confession.

You see it on his face and pull back a bit. “You don’t have to say it back. I get that it’s been two years, but I still feel—“

You’re cut off by the feeling of his soft, warm, and full lips tenderly pressing against your own. It feels like the first time he’d kissed you up on that water tower. “I love you too, V,” he says softly, barely pulling back. His kisses grow hotter and heavier as he leans in even closer, laying you down on the couch. “Fuck, I missed you so much,” he confesses in a whisper.

You moan against his lips. “River.” You sound so whiny and desperate as your hands wrap around his large biceps. He certainly didn’t slow down in the gym while you were gone. That was for sure. “Bed, please.”

He nods and moves his hands down your body so that they can wrap your legs around his waist. Once you’re secure, he lifts you up with ease, the cold chrome in his hands somehow setting fire to your skin as he carries you over to your bed, setting you down gently.

He begins to kiss down your neck to your chest. His hands slide underneath the cups of your bra, over the swell of your breasts. His cold fingertips tease at your nipples, and he chuckles. “Really answered the door in just this, huh,” he says. “Didn’t even know it was me.”

You whimper, back arching into his touch. “Fuck, River, just take it off already.”

He smiles at you and follows suit. He tosses the piece of fabric to the floor and dips his head down to take one the nubs into his mouth. “Fuck,” he groans. “Missed this. Couldn’t get you out of my head for two fuckin’ years.” His sucking gets harsher, causing you to squeak in surprise. “No one could ever make me forget you. I tried so hard.” He was leaving bruises across your chest as he sucked on it. “But always kept thinking about you, how you felt in my arms, how you felt around my cock.”

God, you were a mess. You could feel your wetness seeping through the panties you were wearing. There was no doubt your shorts would have a wet patch in them soon. You’d grown so sensitive to his touch. “River, please. Just fuck me already,” you beg. “I need to feel you. ‘S’been so long. I missed you so much.” Tears well up in your eyes. You’re not sure if it’s from his touch or if it’s just your desperation to be with the man you love again, even if it was just one last time.

River doesn’t say anything. He only nods and pulls down your panties and shorts, and they join your bra that he’s tossed on the floor. His fingers run up and down your folds, collecting your arousal. He can’t help but to bring his digits up to his mouth and lick them clean, making him groan. “God, I missed the way you tasted.”

He shifts himself down the bed so that he can pull your legs up on his shoulders. Almost immediately, he puts his tongue to work on your core. He eats you out like a starved man, licking up and down your slit before moving his lips up to suck on your clit. He puts two fingers inside of you, curling them up and down to press right against all the right spots.

Your heavy lidded eyes gaze down at him, and you swear you see a halo around his head as he devours you. You try to thrust your hips out but he growls against you, causing you to moan even louder. He wraps his free arm around your legs and pushes your hips back down into the bed. “Stay still,” he grunts.

“Fuck, River,” you moan. “I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop!” Your moans are whiny, desperate, fucking joytoy like. “Please.”

His fingers work in and out of you fast and hard, and he continues to lick at and suck on your clit until he can feel you gushing as you climax. You can feel him chuckling against your pussy as your legs shake. God, it’d been so long since you had been touched like this. You couldn’t even bring yourself to get off with your own hands since you’d woken up from your coma.

When you come down from your orgasm, River pulls back, and the entirety of the lower half of his face is soaked. It makes you groan, only aiding to turn you on even more. You lean forward and pull him towards you, kissing him with a hunger like never before. You taste your own arousal on his tongue, and you swear you feel feral.

Your hands push on his chest and you make him lay down on the bed. Before he can say anything to you, you’re undressing him. The first thing to go is his tank top. You throw it on the floor without any care. Next comes his bottoms. You tug them down, allowing his cock to spring free. You smile at the sight of it, wasting no time. You let some saliva drip from your mouth, right on to the tip, and you use it to stroke him. He groans in pleasure.

”Fuck, V,” he moans. His hips thrust up towards you. “Nggh, fuck, please.”

You waste no more time putting him in your mouth. You happily suck on his cock, tongue flicking and twirling around the tip as you look up at him with big eyes. “Fuck, I missed this,” you say after taking your mouth off of him with a pop. You continue to stroke him as you speak. “God, you’re huge. Can barely fit you down my throat.”

His hand is stroking at your hair as he watches you. “You take me so well, though,” he says. “Always did. Swear to god no one has even taken me that deep ‘til I met you.”

You take him back into your mouth, and you smirk around his cock as he throws his head back in pleasure, hand slightly pushing you forward. It’s wet and sloppy, and every time you feel the tip hit the back of your throat, your pussy clenches, begging for something, anything it could get.

Suddenly, he’s pulling on your hair, taking you off of him. “I need to fuck you,” he grunts, sitting himself up. “And if you keep using your throat on me like that, I’m not gonna last.”

He maneuvers you so that you’re on your hands and knees, ass high up in the air. “Fuck!” He say, giving it a slap.

You moan as the tingling sensation, and you push yourself back towards him. You’re absolutely dripping, your cunt begging to be filled. “River,” you whine. “Please.”

He smirks down at you, continuing to run his large hands over your ass. “Please, what?” He teases. His hand grabs hold of his hard cock, and he runs the tip up and down between your folds. “Wet as fuckin’ ever,” he comments, and he lets out a chuckle as you continue to whine, pressing your ass back into him. “Tell me what you want, V.”

”Damn it, River,” you grunt. “Fuck me already.”

“So needy,” he comments, but he wastes no more time, pushing himself inside of you. He moans as he feels your walls begin to clench around him. “So wet,” he huffs. “Lettin’ me slide right in.”

You mewl as his cock stretches you open. He gives you a few moments to adjust before he begins to thrust into you. He slides himself almost completely out before he slams his hips into yours. His hands have an unreal grip on your waist as he pulls you back onto him. It doesn’t take long for one of them to travel up your body til it’s at the top of your neck and grabbing at your hair. ”Oh, fuck!” You yell. A smile spreads across your face as he pulls you up, pressing your back against his chest. “Fuck me,” you groan. “River, please don’t stop.”

He’s breathing heavily in your ear, letting out small grunts as he continues to pound into you. “Still so fucking tight,” he says. “I missed you. Couldn’t fuck anyone else without thinking about you.” It feels like he’s confessing all of his sins to you, and in a way, he was.

Truly, River tried to move on from you. There were plenty of women who he’d spend his nights in bed with, but each and every time, the only way he’d finish is if he’d closed his eyes and imagined you. Your hair, your soft skin, your eyes. God, did he love your eyes, and he’s reminded of that when you tilt your head back to look at him. Your brows are furrowed and your eyelids feel heavy as your mouth hangs open in pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You’re beaming up at him, completely fucked out. “I missed you. Love you so much, River.” Before you can even think about it, you’re cumming around him.

As he feels your walls tighten around him, arousal dripping out of you, his hips only work into you even harder. “Fuck yes,” he gasps. “Fuck, can I cum inside of you?”

You whine, your arm reaching behind you to grab hold of his neck. You nod before pulling him down to press a kiss to his lips. His hips begin to stall, and he pulls away, eyes squeezing shut as he spills into you.

With a few final thrusts, the two of you finally crumble back onto the bed. His arms shake as he struggles to not completely crush you. You can feel his hot breath against your back as he presses his forehead into his, leaving soft kisses on your skin. “I’m sorry,” he finally says after a bit. “Didn’t mean to just… leave you the way I did. I was scared that you’d see me differently.”

There’s a pang in your chest as he confesses to you, and you turn yourself around. Your hands reach up to hold his face. “I was scared too,” you tell him. “I didn’t know if my plan was going to work or not… I didn’t know it would leave me asleep for two years—If I could change things, I would… I should have been more open about what was going on.”

He leans into you, nuzzling your nose with his own. “You sure you wanna try again, V?” He asks. “I’m not the same man you once knew.”

You shake your head, shrugging. “When I told you I loved you, I meant it,” you say. “I did all of this so that I could live a life with you… If you’ll still have me, that is.”

He smiles and lets out a soft chuckle. “I love you too,” he says before kissing you. He then rolls off of you to lay by your side. His eyes glance over at the clock as he pulls you into his arms. “Let’s take a nap,” he says. “We can shower, and I’ll take you out for lunch after.”

You weakly nod, already dozing off. “Okay, River.”

He smiles. “Okay, V.”

“Long ago, Airachnid was with the Decepticons, where her cruel, cold-sparked, murderous demeanor served her well. After the Great Exodus of Cybertron, however, she decided to go solo. These days, Airachnid spends her time engaging in her new hobby: collectingendangered species… well, parts of endangered species, mostly the heads. Now, if a species isn’t endangered? Oh, they will be. She’ll make sure of that, and she’ll make sure it’s a slow, painful process.

Less trustworthy than even Starscream, she is more than willing to kill her own men or leave her commanding officers behind if it means getting what she wants. The pain and trauma she had inflicted on Arcee, from said Autobot’s torture to the brutal execution ofher partner, have given them a vicious, bitter history, and both will stop at nothing to kill each other. She also has the ability to control Insecticons.”

spoilers for River Ward missions so BEWARE!

River Ward's questline is so important to me and imma tell you why;

because you can finally save someone.

you can't save Jackie (your best choom) and you can't save Evelyn (who didn't deserve what happened to her) and you can't save Scorpion (who didn't deserve what happened to him) and you can't really save the dolls at Clouds, but you can save Randy and some of the other victims that were taken as well, and i can't tell you how cathartic that was for me (and my V by extension) to know that Randy's gonna be able to come home to a family who loves him.

River, the ex-cop, really said, "I trust you and only you to help me find someone very dear to me," and then you actually??? succeed?????? yes, River, i fucking love you THANK YOU FOR TRUSTING ME

animation of a very funky little guy

You seem nice. I'd hate to kill you.

Relationship Headcannons

| Reaper | Soldier:76 |

Reaper (Pre-Fall)

He loves you with all his heart; always letting you know how much you mean to him. In his line of work, he never knew if he was going to come back home from a mission, so he wanted you to know that you were his world.

You are his everything; he wouldn’t know where he’d be if it weren’t for you (most likely drowning beneath pile of paperwork and neglecting his health to distract himself from romance).

Being in a relationship with the Blackwatch commander definitely came with benefits. You were treated as an equal by the other higher-ups, soldiers were as sweet as can be to you and you were allowed to put your input when it came to missions.

The benefits of being in a relationship with Gabriel was also accompanied by a high number above your head for your life by villainous organizations that wanted the Commander to suffer.

Gabriel loved to shower you in affection; hugging you from behind as you worked, giving you kisses whenever he saw you, complimenting you on how well you looked and how you always managed to steal his breath away.

He loved taking you out on date; being able to show that he was your lover was a privilege and he took it with pride. He would take you to different restaurants, letting you lavish in the expensive life style, but he always preferred to stay at home a cook a delicious meal beside you, slow dancing in front of the fire place while soft music played in the background.

He did his best to protect you. Whenever you were assigned to a mission, he tried to talk you out of it, but soon understanding when you refused, telling you that he completely understood and that he wanted you to come home safe and sound.

Reaper (Post-Fall)

He refused to show you his face, fearing that once you saw his rotting features you would see him as a monster and never near him again.

He kept you secret from Talon, making sure you were under the radar from the terrorizing group. He also never spoke word of his occupation, telling you that it was better left unsaid.

He always kept you safe, protecting you from anything that threatened you; whether it be a stranger passing by or Talon itself. He would do anything to keep you out of danger, even if it meant taking down Talon himself.

He wanted to ravish you in jewelry and pricey items, but you refused the gifts, telling him that his presence was gift enough and being near him always made you feel safe.

Reaper always surprised you with appearances; showing up out of nowhere with a bouquet of flowers in hand. He would occasionally be at your front door, but you became used to leaving your window unlocked for him whenever he wanted to visit.

You were his getaway. You were the one that made him happy and feel as if he was worth something. He wanted to show you how much you met to him, but he never found a way to express himself. He was nervous to speak of romance around you, fearing that you would change you mind of being his lover.

He loved you with all his being, whether he was dead or alive, his overwhelming feelings for you would never shift. Even though he was always one to stray away from affection, telling you that he loved you whenever he saw you was something he never forgot to do.

Soldier: 76 (Pre-Fall)

He was excited to have you as his lover. He had loved you dearly and when you had said yes, he was over the moon with happiness.

He cherished every moment with you. Laying in bed beside each other? It was everything to him. Seeing you laugh and smile? It was the world to him. Every moment with you was held with upmost importance.

Forehead kisses were a staple in your relationship. He loved pulling you close, his chest against yours, to press his lips to your forehead.

He loved seeing you kick ass while out on a mission; it was hard for him to hold himself back because you looked so amazing. Your clothing left nothing to the imagination, allowing you to be more agile. You looked down on your defeated enemy, your foot on their back to hold them still as your gun rested on your shoulder. You were a total badass is Jack’s eyes.

Jack loved to you to the movies, even though the whole demand for a cinema was dying out. He would always ask you which film you wanted to see and what snacks you wanted. While you watched the movie, he would pull you close, his arm around your shoulders and your head leaning against him. Occasionally he would settle for holding hands, but he loved it whenever you were pressed to his side.

Whenever you were sent on a mission that he hadn’t been assigned to, he would walk up to you before you left on the Dropship. He would cup your face and pull you into a passionate kiss that left you wanting more; “Come back to me safe so we can finish that.” He would say, sending a flirtatious wink.

He was slow with everything, making sure you were comfortable. Before your first kiss, he asked you if it was alright and waited to see if their was any hesitation. He cared about you and he wanted you to know that.

Soldier: 76 (Post-Fall)

Reluctancy at it’s finest. Yes, he wanted to be in a relationship with you, but he was scared of the consequences to come. What if you found out who he truly was before he was read to explain? What if Reaper began to target you in a form of revenge? Thousands of “what ifs” flew through his mind when you first popped the question, but after a while of speaking with one another, he said yes.

He was gentle with you, afraid to hold your hand or even kiss your cheek. He didn’t want you to regret your decision.

Your happiness was his happiness; whenever he caught eye of your grin or your laughter filled his ears, he couldn’t help the small smile that crawled onto his lips.

While out on missions, he always looked after you, making sure you were covered and safe — even though you continued to tell him that you were okay on your own. He never wanted to see you slightly injured, let alone a severe wound that could possibly claim your life. He wanted to be the one to take the attacks instead of you.

Soldier: 76 was not the first to say “I love you”. He wanted to tell you how much you meant to him, but he was scared, especially being a wanted man. His heart fluttered when the words left your lips — he felt as though he were on Cloud 9.

A simple home-cooked meal shared in front of the sunset was his favorite date. He would have a bundle of flowers set in a vase in the center of the table; nothing too tall and invasive, but just enough for there to be a decoration. He always enjoyed sitting down with you, the warm glow of the setting sun caressing your skin as you chatted about your day.

Being alone with you was relaxing; no one pestering him about paperwork or going on missions. Just a calm atmosphere as you relished in each other’s company. He liked his personal space, but he couldn’t help the way his heart skipped a beat when you fell asleep leaning against him.

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