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delighteddio · 2 years ago

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Ow characters playing with Your hair after a mission.

🥺🫵♥️ also the after a mission part got away with me with gabe bc my brain really had a whole story line in mind.

Hanzo Shimada

Strikes me as the kind that takes care of your hair as like, just a gentle way to show you he cares

Becomes the biggest baby when you finally get back from a mission

You were sent on a solo mission, it had been over a week but you were finally on the ship back to head quarters and god you couldn’t wait.

A single message amongst the good mornings and good nights left you barely able to stay sitting down as the ship landed.

Hanzo: I’ll be waiting for you.

The doors opened and while yes, you were supposed to report to commander Morrison and yes he was standing right there, Hanzo was also there. With a small grin and a puffed out chest as he tried to compose himself.

You nearly jumped out of the ship, running for him as he catches you in his arms, swinging you around, one hand holding your lower back firmly to him and the other at the nape of your neck, cradling your head as he spun you around. He set you down breaking into a full smile making your heart swell as you pressed a kiss to his lips, his hand coming to pet your hair and brush the stray locks behind your ears.

“Im so happy to be back.” You smile and lean into his touch as he brushes the hair out of your face.

“And I’m so happy you are safe.” He whispers.

“Mm. Young love.” Captain Amari sighs from beside Morrison as others join to welcome you back.

“Young? Maybe on one side.” Genji starts before Morrison clears his throat.

“Alright yes we are all happy to have our agent back.” He sighs as you pull away from Hanzo who shoots a glare at his brother.

“But our agent has lots of reports to do now.” Amari smiles and ushers you away from everyone. You smile as Hanzo refuses until the last minute to let go if your hand and kisses his fingers sending you off.

“He has been an absolute pain to deal with.” Amari hums with a smirk and you glance over to her as the two of you stray farther from the initial group.

“Really?” You ask smiling.

“Truly. He mopes. And he has always moped. We had to force him to eat and leave the training room because he would be up until trainees alarms started going off. I will just be happy that it is no longer my problem.” She crosses her arms and you smile.

“He barely spoke with me while I was gone. I wouldn’t have thought it affected him that much.” Guilt pitted your stomach but still, it was a little funny.

…

“Hanzo we really don’t need to go out, I’m happy to just stay in, I’m tired.” You smile up at him as he grunts turning you around. He finishes running the ivory comb he had gifted you through your hair and delicately parts your hair with his fingers. He pulls a bobby-pin from between his lips and pins a stray hair back, before running his fingers through the loose strands.

“Nonsense, i know you’ve been living off of dried rations. You deserve a hot meal tonight.” He whispers, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. You turn and smile brushing the stubborn lock of hair from his face.

“Now… Go get dressed, Petal, I’ve laid out an outfit on your bed.”

Cole Cassidy

Calms both of you down

He hates if your hair is up or braided outside of a mission and will take it down the first chance he gets

“Hey honey, I’m back” Coles tired voice rings through the unit as he loops around the couch finding you bundled up in your favorite blanket. One of his, to be exact. You smile and move to unwrap yourself but before you can, he slumps into the couch. Cole pulls you into his lap and leans against you, hugging you tight.

“Tough mission?” You ask quietly and he groans into your shoulder nodding. He’d been gone for three days. You were just happy he was home safe. You wiggled out of his hold, much to his dismay and re situate yourself on the couch.

“Mmm no darlin’ come back…” Cole whines and you roll your eyes folding the blanket and pushing it to the side.

“I’m right here, Cole.” You say sitting beside him as the two of you lean back against the couch together. The TV was barely audible but there was something on. A documentary or some other. Cole’s hand slips into yours as he take a few breaths.

“Honey, I really just want to hold you right now.” He confesses quietly and you look up at him a little stunned, he really had had a rough go, hadn’t he? You slid into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. You feel his hands trail lightly up and down the length of your spine before his fingers tug the tie on your braid out.

You smile softly as his fingers brush through each braided weft until your hair fell full and his fingers brushed through it. Cole gently untangles any little knot he finds. Your fingers scritch the base of his neck and eventually your hands slide down as you run your fingers through his beard with a smile.

“I’m happy you’re home.” You whisper and he burys his face in your neck at that point, nodding silently.

Gabriel Reyes

This got away from me and i had to shorten the beginning multiple times anyways doctor! reader

Being the only moment of peace in his life because god, he needs it.

Him being scared but desperate to touch you because he knows he can be scary himself during an outburst.

The minute you entered your apartment you could feel his presence. It was a specific feeling. The air was thick and stagnant… heavy and angry. These days his visits to your home became more frequent, and less, professional.

Some days were better than others. He was quick to anger and slow to calm down. But as if trained to do so he found himself quickly finding peace when he was around you. You were one of the few doctors allowed near him that didn’t stick him with experimental chemicals and instead focused on pain management. Once he had warmed up to you, a common end to your scheduled appointments was pain relief ointment and gentle massages. It wasn’t part of your job description but you had grown fond of the man, and you hated seeing him in pain.

“Are you scared of me?” His voice is sudden as you enter the kitchen finding him with his head in his hands at the table. His mask and gloves laid out in front if him. You rarely saw more than an expose arm or hand and you avert your eyes out of respect.

you came to sit by him, tense and alert but hoping everything was okay.

“I know you appreciate honesty so Yes, but…” you trail off noticing the black smoke rising iff his body like he was about to run.

“But I respect you, and I care about you- your well being.” You coo. You watch his body jerk as he lets out a snort but the smoke returns to his skin.

You stand and gently pat his shoulder. “Do you want some coffee? Or…” you turn to grab a couple of mugs from the cabinet, acutely aware of him suddenly behind you. Rough hands tangled finger fulls of hair pulled back behind your ears as you silently continued. The air seemed to clear somewhat but you dared not turn around. He was vulnerable right now, and you didn’t want to cut the scenario short as you were sure he needed it.

And you can’t deny the thick smell of sandalwood and cedar from his person left you wanting to just lean back into the scent, into him.

“Is it just me? Cariño?” He whispers, sending a shiver up your spine. “Tell me now if I’ve imagined it all.” His head rests against your shoulder and you take a breath, and think. His fingers raking through your hair as your eyes fall shut. You turn to face him, eyes lifting to his neck and finally his face. Tired bruised skin covered in pale scars that contrasted his natural pigment. Eyes you were sure were once brown now stained red.

“Whatever it is, whatever you want. I’ll do it just, tell me, tell me to leave or stay.” He asks with a hint of desperation in his voice. You’d never seen him like this.

“Oh, Gabe…” you say his name for the first time. You reach up, brushing your fingers delicately over the scars on his face and then his lips.

His eyes close and he presses his forehead against yours, petting your hair like its the only thing distracting him from it all.

…

The night is quiet as you lay draped over him. He’s near sleep but his hand never leaves you, fingers twisted up in your locks or a hand petting down the length of your hair.

“I’m sorry.“ you whisper, your fingers trailing across scar after scar on his chest. He only grunts in response, soothing you with gentle pets until the two of you fall asleep.

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