Soldier 76 Headcanons

Hi! So I'd like to request (if you want too) headcanons of Hazard and reader having a hard-core flirting thing going on. But neither is making a move and everyone's like bro KISS ALREADY-

You can decide who makes the first move!

(Also I love ur writing I need more of this man)

What it would be like to hardcore flirt with Hazard (JUST MAKE OUT ALREADY)

General Dynamic

- Hazard and you are constantly locking eyes in conversations, but instead of looking away, they hold the gaze with a subtle smirk or eyebrow raise. It leaves everyone in the room feeling like a third wheel.

- Their banter is razor-sharp but never truly mean—it's like a game of verbal chicken where both are testing how far they can push before it gets real.

- Leaning too close while explaining something, brushing fingers when handing over items, or Hazard casually putting your hair behind your ear because “it bothered him”.

- Hazard calls Reader things like “sweetheart” and “hotshot” while Reader shoots back with “tough guy” and “Spiked for brains”. The nicknames become progressively flirtier over time.

Group Reactions

- Mutual friends and even the Phreaks are so done with it. Constant comments like, *“Will you two just kiss already?”* or blatant matchmaking attempts at group events.

- Hazard will throw a “don't wait up" as Reader leaves the room just to rile everyone up. Reader, unfazed, winks and says, "You wish."

- The group starts theorizing that the prolonged flirting is some kind of elaborate prank or game they're playing with each other.

Hazard’s Style

- Hazard loves to lean in close when talking, with that trademark smirk, and then back away *just* as it seems like he might actually say something meaningful.

- Occasionally, Hazard lets the guard down—just for a second—saying something like, *“You’re not as bad as I thought you were,”* before immediately covering it up with a laugh.

- Hazard steps in when needed, whether it’s someone hitting on Reader or a dangerous situation, but plays it cool after, with a casual, *“Can’t let anything happen to my favorite rival, can I?”*

Your Moves

- You play the game just as well, but occasionally stumbles over a quip when Hazard’s intensity catches them off guard.

- After you found out that Hazard likes to be praise, you tend to sneak in small praises like “You’re annoyingly good at this, y’know?” which Hazard always catches and turns into a smug grin or if you catch him guard…you’ll just see a freshly made tomato :].

- You LOVE to outdo Hazard just to see that spark of competitive fire in his eyes—whether it’s in training, arguments, casual bets or just to see how much flustered can you get him before he breaks.

- Speaking of breaking first, one night, when the teasing’s gone too far, Hazard corners you, smirks, and plants one hand against the wall beside your head. "Ye’ve been dancin’ ‘round this for long enough” he says, his voice low, laced with that distinct Scottish lilt. You raise an eyebrow, trying to hold your ground despite the way his words send a shiver down your spine. “Oh, do you? Go on, Hazard, enlighten me." His smirk deepens, and he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "Ye want me tae make the first move. Admit it, lass." You let out a scoff, though your voice wavers slightly. "Big words for someone who’s been as scared to do it as me." Hazard pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his teasing smirk softening into something sharper, more determined. "If ye think I’m scared, ye dinnae ken me at all." Before you can fire back, he closes the gap, catching your lips in a kiss that's rough and unrestrained, like he’s been holding back for far too long. When he finally pulls away, his breath mingling with yours, he grins, his accent thick and dripping with smugness, "Told ye I’d be the one tae break first." You grab the front of his jacket, pulling him closer, a smirk of their own spreading across their face, "Don’t get cocky, Hazard. This isn’t over yet." And just like that, the tension snaps, the teasing taking on a fiery, new intensity.

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

Back to my old bull again. And by that I mean trying to draw Transformers, realizing robots are still really hard for me to draw, giving up and going to the humanized redesign comfort zone. It’s fine, I’m fine, sharp angles aren’t for everybody and humanizations are great character design exercises, it’s fiiiine.

Beast Wars Maximals as humans! Optimus Primal, Rhinox, Rattrap, Cheetor, Dinobot, Tigatron, Airazor, Silverbolt and Depth Charge.

There’s more where this came from…

credit if you use, this blog or Fenoda_CDJ on insanejournal

Can you do more relationship fluff HCs with blackwatch and fem s/o? I love your other blackwatch work! Thanks!!

Blackwatch Fluff HCs

Genji

Genji loves to go out, but in his Blackwatch era the days of arcade games and goofing off are at an all-time low

However, he loves to hike.

He feels in his time of getting used to a cybernetic body, he has lost touch with himself.

Being out in nature helps him find peace whereas being in Moira's lab cannot

He doesn't really camp and spend the night too often though with you he'll pack a couple hammocks and find a nice campground

He'll pull you in with him a set you in his lap and pull out a book all while having his arms around you

Occasionally if you're cuddled against his chest, he'll pull you up to kiss you, and he'll have his body cybernetics heat up to keep you warm if the day grows cold

Genji doesn't necessarily eat, but Angela made it so he's able to enjoy small amounts of food

This means S'mores!

He enjoys them, but he likes feeding you them and laughing at the chocolate and marshmallow mess on your face

you did the same to him and it was one of the first times you've heard him laugh whole heartedly and man was that a majestic feeling

On the side, another hobby he's picked up is wood carving

Genji loves to make little statues for you, whether it's of dragons or foxes and if you're lucky he'll make a little inscription

Cassidy

Doesn't really have technology, but he does own a Wii?

Wii sports date night with the cowboy who's weirdly good at Wii bowling

Cassidy jokingly calls himself a gamer, but even a junker with -1 braincell could see he's not

The moment you buy Mario kart Wii and beat him over and over he's on his KNEES begging to play something else

REFUSES TO PLAY RED DEAD REDEMPTION NO MATTER HOW GOOD THE GRAPHICS ARE

Like I said in other post, while He can't barbeque his specialty lies in making comfort foods like corn bread, BBQ beans, mashed potatoes, and a basic pan seared steak.

On days your sick he'll whip up a hot tomato bisque with some bread on the side

Cassidy would love if you'd join him in the kitchen, meal preparation is always a pain in the ass

Going out, another thing he likes to do is go to carnivals, though he hates rollercoasters of any kind

He just likes showing you all the cheats to the unwinnable games

Not because he's scared, he just gets sick on them very easy

ok fine he's scared, I tried to cover for him but no he's a scaredy cat

If the day is free and slow, he's totally ok with chilling at home and holding you on the couch

Beware his beard tickles you during most kisses

Likes to wrap his poncho around you and put his cowboy hat on you

Definitely can't resist to kiss you when he sees you in his clothes

matching western outfits YES!

Moira

Such a weeb, and you'll know it after many nights in her lab

Watches anime while doing trivial experiments or documenting her results and she'll have you right there with her

When she goes home, she takes you with her and in all honesty she way too tired to cook so expect some take-out and a bottle of wine

Dinner is usually pretty animated; home is a place where she feels open to talk to you about her frustrations and excitements and she knows you'll listen and take to heart what she says

Make-out sessions with wine-stained lips, moira's pretty saucy milf don't sass me anon

Her corrupted hand pains her though she doesn't show it in front of others

Having you near her helps distract her form the pain ahd you and turn just puts some heat packs in the microwave and hold them against her arm

Occasional affection, but not much and that mostly stems from her fear of hurting you

Won't hesitate to kiss you though

absolutely no PDA

Long chess matches, she likes to play wits against wits

insert another wine-stained make out session here after you lose a match

her haughtiness after a winning makes her this way

She loves to style hair; it helps her unwind and she's rather good at it

same goes for nails, honestly, I can't paint nails for shit, but know that moira can and she will do yours in a heartbeat

SPA DATES

I have this image of moira with a cucumber mask and i can't get it out of my head god damnit

Gabriel

Big man. big arms. big cuddles

Sparring matches at HQ! Helps burn off energy and Afterwords he likes to head home with you

karaoke night, he probably finds some songs to sing in Spanish to woo you

Definitely a dancer, and won't take no for answer if he drags you out onto the floor

His thighs save lives

pulls you into his arms and sways to the beat

Twirls then dips you (the crowd gasps)

type of guy to have a rose in his mouth tbh

On the drive back he' gets drive thru and you two are laughing your asses of on the standup comedy radio

Gabriel occasionally takes you to this seaside cliff where he goes to contemplate and reflect on his decisions.

It's late at night and with the bags of fast food in his hand and a flashlight in the other he takes you to the top.

Once Gabe finds the spot, he finds the remnants of an old campfire and starts a fire and a couple worn plastic chairs are already set around the fire

You two are chowing down on fast food burgers and fries, and he reaches over with one arms and pulls you to his side

After finishing he puts out the fire and the stars become clearer than ever and looking over the cliff, the waves glow blue with bioluminescence

Gabriel smiles warmly at you and wraps an arm around your waist and brings his lips to yours

His kisses warm you up as the ocean breeze blows past the two of you

A/N: Not as much as the last one, but I pulled what I could from my brain to write more for the Blackwatch crew

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It Will Heal

When Jaal's family is taken by the Roekaar, he asks Bridget to trust him. That's not the problem. Trusting Jaal is as easy as breathing. What isn't so easy is watching as a madman nearly kills the man who has stolen her heart.

AO3 Link

Bridget can’t think. She can’t breathe.

All she can think about is how horribly wrong things have gone.

When Jaal desperately begs for her aid, explaining that Akksul has recruited his siblings into the Roekaar, she agrees to help without hesitation.

When they come across said siblings on the battlefield, and they begin bearing down on her with insults, she tries her best to keep her cool. Even as they tower over her and spout that she’d be better off dead, she doesn’t retort. She doesn’t want to feed into Akksul’s poisonous beliefs about her kind.

Even when Lathoul is shot and tells them of the bombs that have been planted, she doesn’t lose her focus. She remains fixed on her goal.

It isn’t until they reach the Forge proper that things begin to spiral.          

Once they disarm the bombs, Teviint runs to Jaal, clinging to him like the scared child she is. “I killed Lathoul! I killed him. I’m so sorry.”

Bridget stares at her in concern. This girl can’t be more than a teenager, and yet Akksul is using her as a weapon, twisting her confusion into a tool for his hatred.

Jaal, however, is less sympathetic. He stares down at her coldly, not offering a hint of comfort. “He’s not dead. You’re lucky”

She looks up at him, her expression so lost and afraid. “I lost my mind, Jaal. I want to go home.”

“But the cause!” Baranjj protests. “I joined because of you!”

“I shot our brother,” Teviint counters, looking at him as though he grew a second head.

He looks down in uncertainty, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He seems just as scared and anxious as his sister. Looking back to her, he says, “Don’t leave me-”

“Let her go.” He is cut off by Akksul appearing from the shadows, stalking forward like a villain. “I only want soldiers who are committed to our cause.” His icy gaze turns to Bridget and Jaal and he sneers, “Not weaklings who stand by and watch the destruction of our people at the hands of aliens.”

More Roekaar filter in from the upper level of the Forge, their weapons all trained on their little group. Akksul stands proudly, assured in his upper hand.

Teviint seems to shrink back, hiding behind Jaal. Baranjj also tries to make himself smaller, pulling into himself. Bridget feels herself bristle in anger. “You recruit kids and make them fight their families,” she spits, glaring at the Roekaar leader. “It’s sick and so are you.”

Akksul seems unbothered by her accusations. Stepping forward, he says assuredly, “I speak for our people and I say you’re done in Heleus.”

He raises a hand to gesture towards Bridget and she instinctively lifts her rifle, aiming at him. Simultaneously, Jaal warns her not to, but Akksul is already grinning.

Chuckling maliciously, he leans into her personal space, the barrel of the gun pressing against his chest. “Martyr me.” He urges. “Please. I dare you.”

Bridget stares him down, hissing out an exhale. Jaal had asked her to trust him on this mission, to follow his lead. And killing Akksul certainly wouldn’t plead a great case for her, especially considering his followers still have their weapons trained on her.

Everything about him infuriates her. But she somehow remains calm.

“I made a promise to my friend that you’re making really hard to keep,” she growls.

His smile falls, and he stares at her in frustration for a long while before turning his attention back to his followers.

“They move onto our planets. They they take our resources, make us weak!”

“I’ve watched Ryder make planets habitable!” Jaal appeals to the angara, his voice impatient but resolute.

“Exactly!” Akksul retorts. “And they’ll never let us forget it.”

“She rescued your beloved Moshae!” Jaal interrupts, and it has the Roekaar leader pausing.

“I know,” he admits quietly, spurring his supporters to look at one another in uncertainty.

“Saved. Her. Life,” Jaal continues, his words punctuated and strong.

“I know, stop defending them!” Akksul says indignantly, beginning to sound like an annoyed child.

Not paying him any mind, Jaal attempts to keep going. “The Moshae trusts Ryder, and-”

“Stop.”

Akksul cuts him off by aiming his gun at Jaal, clearly threatened that he’s losing control of the situation.

Jaal looks at him warily, taking a half step back and raising his hands defensively.

“We’ve been fighting the wrong enemy,” Akksul rambles. “Maybe the enemy is this traitor!”

Lowering his hands, Jaal stares him down resolutely, muttering a quiet warning, “Easy…”

Panicked, Bridget raises her gun to Akksul once more, looking at her angaran companion in distress. “Jaal?”

She hates that her voice sounds so small.

God, what is she supposed to do here? Akksul is clearly crazy. He claims to want to protect the angara, but here he is threatening to kill one of his own. She’s not about to let him take Jaal’s life. And yet, as has already been established, shooting him is off the table, too…

“Don’t!” Jaal warns, sparing her a glance and a careful gesture, his eyes pleading with her. Trust me, they say.

She does. Of course she does. It’s Akksul she doesn’t trust.

Turning his full attention back to the man before him, Jaal’s gaze hardens. “The Moshae trusts Ryder. You’ve become a danger to your own people,” he utters lowly. “Walk away.”

Reason isn’t reaching Akksul, though. Gritting his teeth, he retorts, “Or…I kill you and reveal the Resistance for the traitors they are!”

He pulls the trigger and a sharp, panicked scream tears itself from Bridget’s throat. If everyone’s attention wasn’t focused on Akksul and Jaal, she’s sure she’d be getting looks for the anguished sound she just made. But that isn’t at the forefront of her mind right now.

Jaal’s dead. He’s dead and she did nothing to stop it. She’s trembling uncontrollably, her gun still pointed at Akksul, but she’s frozen in place.

She wants to kill him. Wants to make him pay for killing the man she was easily falling in love with. He deserves it. But as desperate as she feels right now, she made a promise to Jaal…and she’s not about to break it now.

A pained groan draws her attention and her gaze immediately snaps in its direction.

It can’t be…

Akksul missed. He was at point-blank range and he somehow managed to miss. The bullet grazed Jaal’s cheek, leaving a small, shallow cut in its place. Blood trickles down his face as he stares Akksul down unwaveringly.

Bridget wants to cry with relief. To hold him close and reaffirm that he’s okay. But she can’t quite get over the shock of thinking he was lost to her, no matter how brief.

Everyone gapes at the scene in utter awe and disbelief.

Jaal has commanded the attention of the entire Forge, and rightfully so.                

Akksul looks up at his followers, a lost, uncertain expression on his face. The Roekaar begin to filter out, shaking their heads in disgust as they do.

Staring Akksul down, Jaal carries a powerful weight to his gaze.

“The alien is not the monster here,” he declares with conviction.

Akksul does not answer right away. His focus is on the angara turning their backs on him. “I love my people…” he utters quietly, looking down in defeat.

Bridget believes it. Unfortunately, his heart has been poisoned and twisted beyond recognition. She wonders what he might have been like had he not been captured by the kett. Despite all the hurt he’s caused, she pities him in that moment.

 Jaal does not deign to respond to him, but he seems to come to the same conclusion as Bridget. After a long moment of staring at his former classmate, he turns to his siblings and says, “Come on…let’s get you home.”

Following quietly, Bridgets walks slightly behind him. She glances up at Jaal, noticing the trail of torn flesh that had been carved by the bullet, blue trickling lightly from the edges. She can’t believe how close he came to dying. Any closer to the right and he would have been gone from her life entirely. Hell, it’s a miracle the bullet didn’t hit his cowl either. She’s not terribly familiar with angaran anatomy, but she’s certain there must be vital blood vessels there.  The fact that he stands before her relatively unscathed is astronomical.

The blood that had begun pooling at the edge of his wound spills over slightly, running down his cheek. She reaches out, but stops short of touching him. “You okay…?”she asks quietly.

He spares her a glance before saying, “Yeah, thanks…” before letting out a strained grunt, a wince pulling at his lips.

They make there way back in relative silence. On the shuttle, Bridget can’t help but stare at Jaal the whole way, a sense of numbness overcoming her.

A bandage now rests over his injured cheek, but it didn’t make her feel any better.

He almost died. He almost died and she almost let it happen. Granted, she knows that shooting Akksul would have been a terrible idea, but she just can’t stop thinking about it. She cares about Jaal more than she ever thought possible. At this point, it’s more than a silly crush. Even though she knows he doesn’t return her feelings, the thought of losing him…Of never again getting to tease him about idioms or spend time working on projects together…It tears her heart apart.

She can feel Vetra’s eyes on her throughout the ride back, but her companion remains silent, for which she is grateful.

At some point, they land back where they started, Teviint apologizing to Lathoul and the mothers coming to reunite with their lost children. Jaal gently puts his hand on her shoulder and guides her to the side. She follows, her gaze still hollow and empty. She’s barely processed anything since Akksul fired his pistol.

“Thank you for trusting me,” Jaal tells her, looking out over the landscape. “Killing Akksul would have made the Roekaar stronger.”

He’s so calm. Too calm. Infuriatingly calm. He’d almost died for fuck’s sake!

It’s enough to snap Bridget out of her apathy. “He shot you,”she says, bitter.

“I’m glad he did. It exposed how far he’d fallen.”              

Even still, he remains composed and collected. He even smiles.

Bridget stares at him in disbelief. “Jaal, you were this close to dying back there! Do you have any idea how risky that was?!”

He has the audacity to chuckle at her and she bristles.

“It all worked out, didn’t it? A little risk was worth it, I’d say.”

She can’t believe it. Here she is, tearing herself apart with worry and he has the gall to think her reaction is amusing.

“You idiot!” she cries, banging her fist against his chest. “You think it’s funny that you almost had your brains blown out?” She hits him again, and he takes small steps back with each advance, staring down at her with wide, surprised eyes.

“Is your life that meaningless to you?” she continues, tears beginning to form. “Or am I just stupid for daring to care that I might lose you?!”

Bridget stops assaulting his chest, though her fists still rest there, trembling. Her gaze has fallen to the ground and she shuts her eyes tightly, the tears now falling freely. Her frame shakes as sobs begin to wrack her body.

He instantly pulls her close to him, cradling her in his embrace.

She does her best to suppress her crying, though it takes her a minute. The desperate kiss he presses against the crown of her head makes it even more difficult to pull herself together, but eventually, she calms down enough to speak.

“I was really worried…” she ends up whispering, her voice somewhat hoarse.

Jaal pulls back just enough to look her in the eyes. His expression is pained, his brows drawn together in worry. Gently, he lifts a hand to wipe her tears, his thumb drawing careful arcs across her cheek.

Carefully, he pulls her forehead to his, and they both close their eyes as they lean into each other. “It will heal,” he murmurs. “All scars do.”

She sniffles slightly, her arms pulling Jaal into as tight of a hug as she can, though his bulky torso makes it impossible for her embrace to completely encircle him.

“I apologize for worrying you…” he says quietly, one hand absently petting her hair.

She doesn’t respond, just pulls him even closer.

They stay like that for a long while, and when they do part, he makes sure to plant another feather light kiss atop her head.

Bridget looks up at him, her expression full of confusion and longing. He softly trails his hand down the side of her face. He stares at her for an achingly long time before clearing his throat and stepping back. She misses his warmth immediately.

“We should get back…” he says, looking back towards the others. “I want to say goodbye before my family heads home.”

Absently, she nods, watching as he heads over.

She tries not to focus on the kisses or the gentle touches. Jaal is a naturally affectionate person. He was just comforting her. It doesn’t mean anything more. Thinking that it might…that’s just setting herself up for more hurt. She doesn’t need to do that to herself.

At least he’s alive.  She can cling to that.

Sighing, she gradually makes her way back to the group.

She pushes her longing down. Far enough away where she can try to forget that he’s captured her heart so thoroughly.

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So I haven't written anything in over 3 years...but I have an actual excuse this time. Long story short, cancer sucks. (Don't worry, I'm not in danger of dying, but having chronic pain the last few years honestly hasn't been much better...)

In any case, I've really missed writing and finally found the inspiration to finish this after starting it years ago. I have a few more projects I hope to work on, though I can't say how many more of them will be Andromeda related.

a/n: i remembered that old blackwatch genji short’s i wrote not too long ago, decided to do a short little part four to it because, gosh darn it i love this man far too much. 

written with the genji of now though! also don’t worry, this was written with the intent of having missing information as to what happened between genji and the reader in blackwatch. 

part three

Genji never expected to see you again, holding the picture he took of you in secret near and dear to his heart, but here you are standing in front of him. Gun pointed at him, looking just as beautiful and as dangerous as you did in his memories. 

His heart started beating rapidly, almost as if it were trying to escape his chest, unable to stop the hand that reached for his chest through his metal plating, Genji couldn’t stop the small little cry that filtered its way through his voice synthesizer. 

The recognition in your eyes did not go unmissed by Genji, nor did the small waver from the hand holding the gun. Many things had changed since the two of you were in Blackwatch, where all Genji had felt was anger, a thirst for revenge, the pain of his body adjusting to its new form, and his self-hatred. 

At that moment you and he of Blackwatch were brought to the forefront of his mind. How you treated him like he was human, how he had pushed you away. How you had made sure he was comfortable with his body, and how he had craved to feel your touch again. How you had worked delicately, learning the places to slide a knife into his prototype body, never using this knowledge to harm him, only to help him. 

He was a fool, a damn fool for letting you go, for leaving things the way that he did. With bitterness and anger. Acting like a child, pushing you away without looking back to tell you why he did what he did. He never wanted to lose your warmth, your affection, your kindness, and love. 

He lost it all in one fell swoop that night he left. But now, maybe now he could right the wrongs he had sowed in the past and walk this new one with you once more. 

He just had to win, your gun versus his blade. To see if he had changed, to see if what he said was true, that he had changed, that he wanted to walk a newer and clearer path with you. 

He just had to win and with that thought in his mind, Genji would not allow himself to lose. He would not lose you again. Winning this battle would earn the newly recalled Overwatch a strong, and valuable ally. For Genji… he would have a chance to start anew with you, and that put a smile on his face. 

Haven • River Ward/Fem!V

summary; fluff & care with boyfriend, River Ward. enjoy chooms ♥ warnings; mild cursing

Setting; V’s apartment • been dating for a bit

Time; Early morning • some time in the middle of the game

Waking up my head was pounding I could feel the pulses rattling my skull. Groaning I set up and held my head running my hands through my hair hoping to ease the tension. I was lucky Johnny wasn’t adding to my headache with his rambles at the moment, but right now I just wanted the pain to go away.

“ Babe, here.”

Lifting my head slowly I felt relief wash over me as soon as I heard River’s voice. Holding a glass of water for me and a small bottle of painkillers was my overly sweet detective. “You always know exactly what I need, thanks River. ” Grabbing the pills I popped them in my mouth and then reached for the glass of water and eagerly started gulping it down.

“ V, take it easy. Remember last time. ”

I started drinking the water slower not saying a word and giving River a soft glare as I finished up the glass. Placing the glass down on the side table I then leaned back into the bed.

“ You are such a worrier. Just cause I threw up last time doesn’t mean anything. I’m fine. ”

I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful or for my voice to have a slight edge to it, but lately with having to deal with all the chaos piling up in my life…..on top of dying… I noticed I got irritated more easily and even grew bitter at times. Still, I wish I didn’t take it out on River of all people, but he often was the one who took the brunt of it. He was the one who spent the most time with me besides a certain rockerboy in my head.

I suddenly felt guilt wash over me and I gripped the bedsheets tightly in frustration.

“Look I’m sorry baby. I didn’t mean to sound like a bitch I just -”

“Stop.”

The bed dipped from River’s weight as he sat on the edge closest to me and leaned forward to cup my face and softly brush his thumb across my cheek.

“ You don’t need to explain anything I know you and I know you are dealing with a lot. I understand, so let me be here for you, okay? ”

He gave me that beautiful warm smile of his as he cradled my face and I couldn’t help, but smile back and press my hand against his.

“ Okay, Officer. ”

River let out a low playful chuckle as he leaned forward more pulling me into a gentle loving kiss. I gave a happy hum as I melted at the touch and slowly started to wrap my arms around River’s neck forcing him to climb into the bed fully and press his weight down onto me. His hands started to massage up and down my waist tugging me firmly against his body spreading his warmth throughout me.

My life right now no matter how hard things get or painful least I have this here with him.

My own little haven.

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barely any fics for this sweet boy so decided to make this. hope you like it. plan to write more for him and several other characters so look out for those.

Movie SonAmyyy

I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WANT FROM MOVIE SONAMY I LOVE EVERYTHING I’VE BEEN SEEING

reverse sonamy:

THIS IS SO CUTE. like. if theres any sonic to be simping over amy it would be movie sonic. and goshhhhh i am SO here for it. i still want amy to have a crush on sonic but it’d be too endearing to have the movie focus on sonic being absolutely confused by these new emotions

this animatic perfectly encapsulates this

oblivious sonic and painfully in love amy:

if you know me at all you’ll know that one of my favorite things about amy is her massive crush on sonic AND ITS THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD I WANNA WATCH HER FALL IN LOVE

maybe this is just my excuse to share all the wonderful fan content ive seen (also this was made but one of my wonderful moots pls check her stuff out)

amy and sonic straight up beefing:

IDK THIS IS ALSO VERY ENTERTAINING IMAGINE THEYRE JUST BICKERING 24/7 AND EVERYONE IN THE HOUSE IS JUST DONE WITH THEM

old married couple and theyve just met be fr

it’d feel a lot like boom sonamy which i cant say is my preferred take but would still be fun to watch

sonic tryna be cool:

I mean i don’t think i have to elaborate but he’d be using cheesy pick up lines from the internet frfr

comedy gold right there

YALL IDK IM JSUT SO EXCITED DROP ANY DIFF TAKES IN THE REPLIES OR REBLOGS ID LOVE TO SEE AND I CANT DECIDE WHAT I WANT WHICH I GUESS IS A GOOD THING BC ILL BE HAPPY WITH EITHER

Neon Lights PT.3

Summary: After the reader has been avoiding Hazard due to work along with concerts, they finally meet up…and they meet a special guest?

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The cool night air brushed against your skin as you stood at the edge, the city sprawling before you like a sea of stars, distant and flickering. You inhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the moment in the quiet, as if everything around you had paused to listen.

For the first time in a while, you felt calm, and maybe even a little vulnerable. It was just you and Hazard, standing together in a place that seemed untouched by time. You could feel the heat from his body not far from yours, but it wasn’t intrusive. It was... comforting.

“So…” he began, his voice breaking the stillness. “Why do ye always turn me doon when I try to get ye to meet up?”

You shifted uncomfortably, the question catching you off guard. You had known it was coming, but the words felt heavier than you anticipated. “It’s not just because I’m busy…" you admitted slowly, turning your gaze back to the city below. "I think I just... don’t do well with people. Especially when were getting close as we are…?”

Hazard watched you with an unreadable expression, his cybernetic hand resting on the railing. “People are hard” he said, his voice gentle. “But sometimes, they’re worth the risk.”

You laughed bitterly, the sound hollow in the stillness. “Maybe. But after everything... I just don’t trust easily. Two of my exes used me for fame, and the other... they were never really there for me. It’s hard to even want to try again.”

There was a long pause. Hazard didn’t say anything right away. He just studied you quietly, and when he spoke, his voice was soft. “Ye’re not the problem. Those arseholes who used ye… they’re the ones who missed oot.”

Your chest tightened at the sincerity in his words. He sounded so sure, and it made you feel... something. Something you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel in a long time. “You really think that?”

He nodded, his eyes not leaving yours. “I dae. Ye’ve got somethin’ special, somethin’ they couldn’t see. And that’s their loss.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The city stretched out before you, the world a blur of distant lights. But despite the distance of everything around you, in that moment, you felt close. Vulnerable, even.

Hazard broke the silence after a long pause, his voice low, almost hesitant. “Ye’re not the only one with a messed-up past, ye know.”

You turned to him, surprised by the change in tone. He wasn’t meeting your eyes now. His gaze was fixed on the railing, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the cold metal.

“My arm, my legs... they weren’t always like this” he continued, his words slow, deliberate. “I was caught in a collapse during a mission. I didn’t think I’d make it oot. But I did. Just... not the same.”

Your heart sank, and you instinctively stepped closer, wanting to comfort him. But before you could speak, he held up a hand, shaking his head lightly. “I’m no’ tellin’ ye this for pity. I’m just... tryin’ to say that I get it. I know what it’s like to feel like ye’re no’ enough. To feel like things arenae ever gonna get better.”

You swallowed, the weight of his words sinking in. “Hazard...”

He cut you off, his voice suddenly more guarded. “But I got through it. And I think ye can, too you’re much more than ye let on and i think thats what i like— ADMIRE from ye.” He turned his head, as if trying to shake off the vulnerability of the moment. “Anyway, let not talk about that, We’re here, right? Let’s just enjoy the view.”

His attempt at a lighthearted shift was clear, but it didn’t go unnoticed. The way his voice faltered, the slight hesitation in his movements—it was as if he had almost said something else. Almost.

You watched him carefully, but he quickly straightened up, his usual confident smirk returning. “Right. Enjoy the view.”

You nodded, though a part of you could feel the shift in the air, a crack in the facade he so often wore. Your heart pounded in your chest as you realized he had almost said something more. Something deeper. But now, there was only the quiet hum of the city, and the feeling that there was something more between the two of you—something unspoken but undeniable.

But Just as you were about to speak again, the sound of paws scuffling along the rooftop interrupted you. Hazard looked over his shoulder, a soft smile crossing his face.

"Alright, enough of all this heavy stuff" he said, pushing off from the railing. “I’ve got someone’ I’ve been meaning to show ye.”

You raised an eyebrow, about to ask what he meant, but before you could, a small, fluffy blur bounded around the corner and rushed toward you. The little dog’s tail wagged furiously as it jumped up to greet you, barely able to contain its excitement.

"Meet Massie" Hazard said with a chuckle, stepping aside as the dog pranced over.

Massie, with her scruffy coat of black and brown fur, looked up at you with big, eager eyes. You crouched down, a smile forming on your face as the dog sniffed at you excitedly, her small frame bouncing around your legs.

"Whoa, hey there!" you laughed, reaching down to pet her. Massie’s happy yips filled the air, and you couldn’t help but feel lighter as the dog licked your hand, looking up at you with pure joy.

“She’s a bit of a handful” Hazard admitted, watching you interact with Massie. “But she’s good company. Keeps me grounded.”

You looked up at Hazard, grinning. “I can see that. She’s adorable.”

“Yeah, she’s been with me for a while” Hazard said, a softer tone slipping into his voice. “I got her after everything happened. She’s been the one thing that never judged me—just... kept me company when I needed it most.”

Massie, oblivious to the deeper meaning behind Hazard’s words, wiggled in your lap as you scratched behind her ears. “She’s definitely good at that” you said, feeling the warmth of the moment settle over you.

“Y’know” Hazard added, his voice low, “Maybe this is what I needed, too. Somethin’ simple. Nothin’ complicated.”

You nodded, your fingers still gently brushing Massie’s fur. “I think I needed this too.”

As Massie snuggled in closer, her playful energy filling the space between you, you realized that the night had shifted in ways you hadn’t expected. You were no longer standing on the edge of something unsure. You were here, in this moment, with Hazard, and for the first time in a long while, you didn’t feel alone.

You met his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “I think I could get used to this.”

Hazard raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. “Just watch out. Massie’ll steal your heart before ye know it.”

You laughed, Massie’s tail thumping against your leg. “I’m starting to see that.”

And with that, the quiet comfort of the night settled around you, the hum of the city below and Massie’s soft panting the only sounds. Hazard’s presence was steady beside you, and for the first time, it felt like maybe—just maybe—this could be the start of something new. Something worth waiting for.

It was almost too much to process, but for once, you didn’t feel like running.

Not yet.