#mako x you

[specialagentlokitty]

Mako x reader - I like you

I know you said some may be missing on your characters you write for so, could you please write a mako (from LOKorra) x reader I’m not picky you can write anything if you’d rather have a prompt maybe like reader is cold or meets him as a probender and is just so startstruck. If you don’t write for mako just ignore this thank you 🥰🥰 - @that-one-random-warrior 💜

Walking to the training room, you stopped when you saw the other firebender in there and you sighed heavily, walking over to the far corner.

“Oh.. (Y/N)! Hey! Hi!” Mako smiled.

He walked over and you looked at him, as you sat down on the bench to put your training shoes on.

“What Mako?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to come talk for a little bit.” He beamed.

“Well, I’m busy, and you have a tournament to be getting too.”

Mako sighed a little and nodded his head, walking away.

He’d been trying to talk to you for weeks, he liked you, he though you were cool and amazing. The only one person probending team.

You were strong.

But that’s not why he was interested in you, he was interested in you because he just thought you were amazing.

He just didn’t know how to go about telling you that, you were so cold and distant from everyone, you didn’t talk much to anyone.

But he was determined, and that wasn’t going to stop him.

After his tournament, he went back to the training room to see that you were still in there sitting in the middle of the room.

Mako walked over, sitting in front of you with a smile on his face.

“We won.”

“Congratulations what do you want a medal? It’s your job to win.”

Mako sighed.

“Have I done something to make you mad (Y/N) because if I have I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him.

“You’re always so cold and distant whenever I try to talk to you, it’s just… I like you, okay? I think you’re amazing but every time I talk to you I get the feeling you don’t want anything to do with anyone.”

You blinked.

“You like me?”

“Well.. yeah..”

He frowned a little and looked down at you looked at him.

You did have to admit, Mako was good looking, and despite the fact he could be rude at the best of times, he’d never been rude to you.

You though maybe it was because he viewed you as weak, or fragile, and it’s why he treated you so differently.

But you were wrong.

That wasn’t the reason at all.

You looked at Mako and stood up, stopping next to him, you looked down at him.

He had his hands balled into fists, his head titled downstairs.

Reaching out, you placed your hand in his head and he froze, eyes wide.

“And I thought you were treating me differently because you saw me as weak.”

You started to walk away but you stopped, turning around to look at him.

“Well, come on Mako.”

“What? Where?”

He got up and ran after you down the hallways and out into the city.

“You’re buying me coffee.”

“Seriously?!”

You looked up at his grinning face and gestured to the coffee shop nearby.

“Lead the way.”

Mako grinned even brighter if it were possible and he quickly led the way while you walked slightly behind him

[girlkisser13]

mako masterlist

* indicates smut

headcanons

dating mako would include

nsfw headcanons *

mako x fire nation royal family fem!reader

imagines

drabbles

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Mako Masterlist

Quiet Evenings...

-reader and Mako try to enjoy a quiet evening, until Korra shows up looking for something to do.

(established relationship.)

[makotafi]

I blame @messymoonmad and @bigidiotenergytm for this

That being said enjoy >:3c

[hawktims]

PACIFIC RIM (2013) dir. Guillermo del Toro

[jailbird-junkrat-writes]

Overwatch Handholding Headcanons Part 1

I just wanted to do something simple and cute to fuel my soul.

Part one of four

Ramattra He isn’t used to showing affection let alone PDA. The way he would hold your hand is simple. He would gently nudge your hand with his, brushing his pinky against yours, hoping you get the message and that he doesn’t need to ask for it. His grip can be a little harsh so he favors you wrapping your hand around one or two of his larger digits. You enjoy the cool smooth feel of his hands. You know this is a big step for him and you don’t outwardly make a fuss. Simply take his silent plea for the contact.

Hanzo Hand-holding is something he thought was silly, childish. Something lovestruck teenagers did. But after you took his hand a few times, he decided it was far from silly and he found that he enjoyed how your hand felt against his. You would hold his, waiting for Hanzo to take your hand fully in his, a mumble of half-hearted complaint under his breath. He might pretend to protest but you made him feel worthy and he adored it.

Roadhog You didn’t think he would be the type to want to hold hands, he was rough and fearsome. A reputation as a fighter, a criminal. But holding your hand reminds him of better times, of the man he used to be, the good man he was before the world changed and he was forced to change with it. His touch is surprisingly gentle, his hand feels warm, rough skin. He likes to place his over yours when you are sat together.

Junker Queen She pulls your arm damn well near off as she grabs your wrist and yanks you towards her. She smirked down at you, wondering how small your hand looked in hers. Rough skin and even rougher grip as she holds tight. Your hand will ache for a while after but you decide it's worth it. Everything about her is rough around the edges and how she lovingly crushes your hand is no different.

Venture They love to hold hands, soon as they see you, their face lights up and their smile streches into a big toothy grin as they make grabby hand gestures before taking both your hands in theirs, spinning you slightly as they laugh, content to be in your company. When walking hand in hand they can’t help but happily sway your arms back and forth as they chat excitedly at you.

[tsumuus]

is the atla fandom alive? bc im rewatching atla rn and planning to rewatch lok after and i really wanna write some x readers for like zuko n bolin(my loves), etc. but i feel like the fandom hasn’t been alive since 2020 other than that short period during and after the live action was released. but idk i just really wanna write for it but the fandoms dead i fear😭😭

[glass-noodle]

drift compatible

(pacific rim AU)

thanks @extraordinaryandroid for dragging me into this movie and this AU I’m dying. I’m living

[beifong-brainrot]

I may or may not have an agenda

Get pebbled idiot

[froggibus]

Mako Voorhees - Roadhog

Pairing: slasher! Mako Rutledge x gn! reader

Genre: angst?

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: your summer job at Camp Crystal Lake takes a dark turn when the camp security officer snaps

CW: semi au, Camp Crystal Lake exists in the OW universe, slasher! Roadhog, murder, violence, blood, fear, general horror things, not proofread

hey hey!! this is based on this wonderful art by @jamiesmeatshop !! slasher aus are very close to my heart but i hardly write them :,) i very very much wanted to turn this into smut but I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfy with that ! hopefully this isn’t too weird ^^ also just lmk if you don't like this & i can untag you/take it down!

Lightning cracks across the night sky, illuminating the dark rain clouds overhead and splitting them open. Thunder roars and then the rain starts, torrential and cold. 

You wrap your arms around yourself, rushing down the path as it turns to mud beneath your sneakers. The rubber soles of your shoes slip-slide, threatening to send you careening face first at any moment, but you don’t stop. 

The second one of the old, beaten cabins comes into sight, you’re ducking inside and slamming the door behind you. Your hands tremble as you force the lock shut, letting your back rest against it while you catch your breaths. 

Your head spins, thoughts flying so fast it’s dizzying. One minute, everything was fine, and the next, you were finding one of the other counsellors nailed to the bathroom door with an axe. 

Lightning crackles once more and you’re suddenly acutely aware of an approaching shadow. You scramble to your feet, awkwardly stumbling to a small gap between a bunk bed and the wall. You just barely manage to squeeze in, the wood scratching your back as you slide down the wall. 

God, you should have never taken this job. It was meant to be easy money for the summer—all you had to do was watch a few kids, run some activities, do a couple chores. You never would have expected for it to turn so sour, so vile. 

You’d heard the rumours long before coming here. The irradiated grounds of Camp Crystal Lake had been a bloodbath long before the Omnic Crisis—with stories of missing campers and brutal murders. It was all chalked up to folklore, though, silly stories locals told to deter businessmen from reopening the camps. 

If only someone had listened. 

The ground rumbles, the sky lights up once more with another bitter streak of light, and suddenly the shadow is right outside the door. Looming is the only word that comes to mind. The shadow is looming and you’re well aware that the person to whom the shadow belongs must be equally as large. 

You swallow, all of the breath leaving your body at the first sound of someone trying to break down the door. You shrink further into your hiding spot, praying to any god that will listen that no one will find you here. 

The old wood of the door whines as it’s hit harshly once more, the rusty lock clicking in warning. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself as another hit lands. Then another, then another—and suddenly the door is bursting open, crashing to the floor in a mess of splinters. 

The floor shakes with heavy bootsteps. Loud, breathless pants fill your ears, echoing off the walls as if it’s taunting you. Your fists clench and you dig your nails into your palms as hard as you can. Pleasedontfindmepleasedontfindmepl—

There’s a loud, gritty laugh. A familiar loud, gritty laugh that has your blood running as cold as the rain outside. The footsteps get closer, his shadow casting across the wall. 

You force your eyes open and squint into the darkness, clamping both hands over your mouth when you see the machete in his hand.  

One more step and another lightning strike and suddenly the face of your attacker is revealed. Covered in blood, dishevelled and muddy and heaving, is Mako. Though he’s tried to cover his face with a hockey mask, it’s unmistakably him. 

You’re almost grateful for the paralysis your fear has granted you, if only because it’s frozen the tears in your eyes. Not him, anyone but him. 

He lets his machete drop to the floor, the metal screeching against the wood as he drags closer and closer to you. You try to press yourself further into the wall only to find there’s nowhere to go. You’re stuck. 

Fear and anger and fucking disappointment burn in your chest, the roar of it all drowning out the sounds of his approach. Mako was supposed to be the camp security guard, the person to turn to when you heard strange noises in the dead of night, but first and foremost, he was also supposed to be your friend. 

A shiver runs up your spine when he stops directly in front of you, his eyes scanning the room. You squeeze your eyes shut once more—as if that will keep him from seeing you—and try to still the heavy breaths in your chest. 

He steps forwards, continuing on his path, and for a second, you think you’re in the clear. A shaky exhale leaves your lips. 

And then he’s spinning around, his eyes falling on you. A dark laugh fills the room, that deep chuckle you once thought endearing making your blood run cold. You can’t see his face behind the mask, but you can almost see the twisted smile on his face. 

“Found you.”

Despite your wishes, your whole body trembles. Every muscle in your body cowers before him, surrendering you before you’ve even gotten a chance to fight. Your lungs greedily gulp in air, the inhales and exhales only seconds apart. 

You have no choice but to watch when he takes a booming step towards you. His grip on the machete in his hands loosens and you wait for him to lash out, to strike. And then he does something that surprises you even more—he drops it. 

Your brows knit together in confusion and for that second and that second only, your breathing evens out. Your eyes stay locked to him, tracing every flex of his muscles as he keeps coming toward you. 

“What’s wrong, little mouse?” 

It’s impossible to tell if he’s taunting you or not, the gravelly tone of his voice almost drowned out by the thunderous roar of the rain outside. You press your lips together in a tight line. 

He stops a few feet away. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

An easy breath leaves your body when you realize he’s being serious, a glimpse of the old Mako behind the mask. One of his large hands reaches up and tugs the mask up, letting it rest on the top of his head. 

Blood splatters his face in the pattern of the holes on the mask, like the wickedest polka dots you’ve ever seen. You swallow hard at the sight, your stomach churning in response to the blood that you know belonged to counsellors just like you. 

“I—I don’t believe you,” your voice is meek. 

He only smiles at that, reaching out a hand towards his machete. He picks it up slowly and you cringe, bracing yourself to meet a horrible demise. 

“You don’t have to,” he says nonchalantly. He twists the machete around, passing you the handle, “but a man’s gotta have a partner.”

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[acradelius]

Roadhog smut where Reader has a kink for being praised?

"Such A Good Little Piggy~"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Roadhog ("Mako Rutledge") x Gender Neutral! Reader

Rating: Lemon [🟡] - (NSFW!)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: MDNI, Gender Neutral! Reader, They/Them Pronouns Used For Reader, Soft! Dominant! Roadhog, Verbal Praise Kink, Verbal Praise - Roadhog Giving/Reader Receiving, Reader Gets Called Gorgeous- Still Gender Neutral, Nickname Usage, Spanking, Roadhog Being Slightly Commanding.

Word Count: 516 Words

Taglist: @masterofpuns

(It took longer than expected to get this out because I thought I was doing the tagging/mentioning system wrong, lol)

If you'd like to be tagged for all posts, certain fandom posts, or certain character posts then feel free to message me!

“..and here you said that you wouldn’t be able to take such a thick, enormous cock~'' There's a taunting, teasing tone within the words that Mako speaks, followed by a chuckle of mere amusement, as he watches his poor, little (Y/N) squirming underneath his own bulky size in an attempt to adjust to the seemingly never-ending length of Mako’s cock. A bright, flustered blush covering their cheeks while their eyes are slightly blown from the pleasure that’s coursing throughout their system. “..looking so gorgeous down there as you continue to try to handle all of me~ Such a good Little Piggy, aren’t you?~” His words, that gravelly tone of voice, especially whenever he would praise them, conjures up a loud, almost desperate moan from (Y/N)’s lips. Slowly, but surely, inch after inch (Y/N) manages to take from Mako, a pleasurable pressure becoming a bit more intense the more that they take, until there’s a sigh of relief that escapes the heavyset man above them. “Managed to take it all, huh?~ All the way to the base, Little Piggy~ It drives me absolutely wild whenever you’re able to take me all like this~”

It was almost an addiction, the emotions that were at an all time high within (Y/N), combined with the consistent pleasure that came along with arching their back just right and beginning to move their hips in a - circular motion. While the movement from Mako himself was appreciated, causing a brief high pitched cry to escape out into the open from the occasional quick, rough thrust, Mako really wouldn’t have to do anything at this point. (Y/N) was doing everything on their own. It definitely was a sight, a sight that he would make sure to engrain within his memories. “That’s my good Piggy~ Rock your hips just like that~” Another firm slap to their ass, another soft moan that leaves their lips. “Good, good~ Now, how about you go faster?~ I know that you can take it~"

“I’m so proud of you for taking my cock so well, (Y/N)~ You’ve done so well to please me so far~ How about you give yourself a well deserved break and let Daddy Pig take the reins, hm?~ I’ll take such good care of you as you have been taking such good care of me~” Mako doesn’t bother to even give (Y/N) the chance to respond before he places his enormous hands upon (Y/N)’s hips, having a tight grip before he begins setting a quick, yet gentle pace as he thrusts. It doesn’t matter though. Between the physical pleasure that he was bestowing upon (Y/N), and the constant praise that he was giving, (Y/N) was feeling as if they were on Cloud Nine, and wouldn’t want it any other way. Slightly blown pupils from the lust and arousal that coursed throughout their system, and the large grin that was gracing their lips, it was obvious to tell that they were enjoying it. “Such a good, little Piggy, I am~ Such a good, little Piggy~”

[overwatchables]

Whoever the fuck on the overwatch team gave ROADHOG!!! SIGMA.. MOIRA and JUNKRAT valentines day voicelines… I am going to kiss you.

[crowentity233]

Don't Tell (part 2)

Mako x Reader (secret relationship)

Part 1 Part 3 Masterlist

Mako x Earthbender reader

You being touch starved for years suddenly have an intense crush on mako after he put himself in danger for you and the safety he provides following the attack. You both keep your relationship under wrap from the krew. You both don't want to deal with everything that follows them finding out.

You woke up in a warm bed. Mako was like a personal heater. He laid on his stomach with his arms folded, laying his head on the pillow that was over his hands. His back was covered by his tank top. You both decided not to take kissing any further. It was an unspoken understanding that one night of realization didn't warrant that kind of celebration, not this early. He wanted to keep you wondering about his body. It was a torturous type of pleasure.

He rolled over and wrapped his strong arms around you. You melted into him. It was one of the best night sleeps you've had. The first night in a long time, having someone hold you while you fell into slumber. Your dreams were etched with happy moments.

Mako woke up to a warm side to the bed that was normally cold and empty. He had taken time away from dating. As his arm healed from the shock of the spirit energy, his mind and heart healed too. He kept a distance but, slowly each joke that you told about the couples, like if they ever came up for air, or if they could get their tongues any deeper down each other's throats, it made him laugh just a little harder each time. When the group would joke that he was your other half when playing games that required pairs, it slowly got more painful as you rolled your eyes and denied it.

He had taken time to reflect on his relationship with asami and korra. He came to terms with the fact that it was the fact that girls never saw him as anything but a street rat, so when he was actually viewed as 'wanted,' he couldn't decide on anyone. He was a people pleaser to an extent that was to his own detriment. It was a foreign thought that someone wanted him, and two people wanting him was an overload to his system. Hurting one over the other was horrific and yet impossible to not do. He had come to an understanding that trying to please too many people would only cause him pain. He had to make decisions and be committed. As committed as he was to protect Bolin when they were kids. He promised himself he wouldn't be the young boy on the dirty street he once was, he was now a man of honor that would find one woman and dedicate himself to her even if it hurt someone else's feelings.

He kept that in his heart as you won it over. Each time, you playfully slapped his arm and smiled sweetly to him. He kept honor in his mind. Each man that Korra or Asami pushed you towards stayed engraved in his mind as a comparison.

Then when you talked about your date. He just 'happened' to take mental note about when and where you were going when you discussed it with the others. He knew the area wasn't safe at night from being an officer and staking out the area regularly at night.

Mako didn't want to stop you, but I just wanted to make sure you were safe, so he kept an eye out on the café just to make sure you were okay. He saw the entire situation unfold unknowingly to you. He notified the other officers when you were being chased.

He made sure to be there to pick up the pieces if anything happened, and when it did, he jumped into action, having your back. He just wanted you happy and safe.

Mako breathed in your scent with his arms around you. It was a reminder that yesterday was not just a dream. You were still here in his arms. He kissed the top of your head. "Good morning."

"Good morning." You buried your face into his chest. The smell of firebenders smoke still evident on him. Your heart fluttered.

The door of Mako's apartment suddenly burst open. "Mako!!! It's time to get up." Bolins voice boomed across the room. Opal was attempting to keep him from bursting into the bedroom.

You hopped up out of the bed and hid behind a shelf. It's just in time for Bolin to come barging in. "Mako, what are you still doing in bed? We have to go get your putt putt, buddy. So we can go play."

"Sorry w-I must have over slept. Hey, why don't we stop at the café we can get those paw print pastries, and you can get a new fire ferret charm for Opal."

"But what about your date?"

"Not my date. I'll surprise her with one. I can ride with you guys, so I'm going to leave my keys to my bike on my nightstand." 

"Mako, you're acting weird, but I love surprises. Let's go." You heard bolin say as the door closed, and you waited for the footsteps to be gone before making your way to the parking lot. Makos clothes still draped across you loosely.

You hopped on his bike and raced to your apartment, which surprisingly wasn't far and the opposite direction from the café buying you time. You ran up to your door and quickly got dressed, a simple green long duel split tunic with black tight pants and a belt around your waist.

You hid makos clothes under your pillow and ran to your couch pretending to read like you've been doing it all morning. You hear a knock at the door. You open it and find a pawprint shaped food shoved in your face. Bolin held it happily.

"Isn't it so cute! Look, and Mako got the fire ferret Keychain for you, too."

"Good morning, everyone. Yes, it's adorable, Bolin. Thanks, guys." You grab the food and take a bite.

"So we're going to putt putt first, and then we're going to watch the new mover at the probending stadium." Bolin wrapped an arm around opal and walked back out, leading the group. You walked next to mako, hoping you had hidden mako's bike well enough. No one seemed to notice as you walked past. Opal's bison waited as everyone got on and took off to the putt putt course.

You got situated and watched the people become smaller. "Opal, I'm so jealous. I wish I could have a furry friend to fly me in the air. You're a good boy, Juicy." You pet

the fur that you could reach from where you sat. "He is a good boy. I'm more jealous of you. I could have used earth bending with my family."

"Yeah, your brothers seem like the type that you would need to have bending to survive living with them." You laughed sure of their teasing of the young Opal.

"Yeah, they were brutal for a little bit, but we straightened out." She giggled as Juicy landed at the course.

Bolin and Mako hop off. Opal jumps off Bolin catches her. You smiled happily at the couple. You took Makos' hands as he helped you down. Your hands lingered for just an extra moment while Opal and Bolin were preoccupied with each other. Makos eyes lingered on yours as he pulled his hand away. He searched, still making sure this morning wasn't just a false memory.

Your lips were sealed in the presence of the others, but your eyes spoke clearly. Your gaze dropped down to his lips, then back to his eyes. He smirked, knowing that you remembered the way his lips melted into yours just the night before.

"Are you two ready?" Bolin turned, and you two quickly turned away from each other.

You stared at your nails. "Just waiting for you two to get done playing tounge tennis. Who won the match... never mind, I don't want to know." You laughed, walking towards the entrance. Mako followed you, chuckling.

"We didn't even kiss this time." Bolin said.

Opal giggled. "Someone needs a boyfriend. Speaking of, I take it your date didn't go well?"

"No. A bunch of gang members showed up, and he ditched me to fight them on my own. I dont need a man to fight for me, but it would have been nice to have some backup."

"What a gentleman..." opal trailed sarcastically.

"Are you okay?" Bolin asked freaking out. He knew what the gangs were capable of.

"I'm fine. I got away." You smiled thinking about the other parts to the story you left out.

"Mako, you would've stayed to fight them off." Opal smirked, baiting you for a reaction.

"I don't need him too." You spoke simply and not like you were offended by the thought of her pushing mako into you romantically.

Opals eyebrows knitted together, not getting the expected over the top heated reaction but brushed it off.

You grabbed your golf club, and Mako grabbed his. His fingertips trailed your back as the couple grabbed theirs. You blushed as his hand gripped at your hip. He pulled his hand back as Bolin paid for the round of golf.

Mako rolled his eyes playfully, landing his eyes at you. He smirked, knowing you were enjoying the secret that you shared only with him. His eyes lifted back to the couple as they led the way to the first hole.

"Alright, the first hole is here." Bolin dropped his ball on the tee and got ready to hit. He hit the ball a little hard, but it came back and landed in the hole. Opal put hers down next and hit the ball perfectly in.

You bent down, placing your ball down on the tee. You lifted back up and hit the ball. You were a little gentle but made it.

Mako lifted his brow and lips into a smirk as you lifted back up from retrieving your ball. He could tell already you were purposely teasing him as you flicked your hair back up from your bent position, making sure to catch his eye.

The other couple was standing and looking over the next hole strategizing together. the first hole was always the easiest, so strategies were needed from here on out.

You watched as Mako hit the ball perfectly. His fingers touched his lips. He held his hand out to you, teasing you with a wink after making sure the others were still distracted.

Your back was to the pair, so they couldn't see your reaction. You giggled, silencing it with your hand cupping it over your mouth.

The group completed the holes and got to the last hole. You and Mako had been very safe but playful the entire time, never being noticed. Opal was about to hit. She lined up her shot and took it. If she hit perfectly, she would win. If she hit more than twice, then it would be up to Mako to win. She took the shot. It was perfect she had hit a hole in one. She cheered. Bolin caught her and spun her around.

You took your shot and made it in a few hits. Mako made it in two swings.

"Alright, love birds, I hate to interrupt, but what's next?" You laughed at the two.

"Well, I figured you wouldn't mind if I took Opal to go get some things for the mover tonight. We can meet at the front of the stadium."

"That sounds good to me. I need to go back home and change my clothes for the mover. I don't think this really suits the night." You nodded to the pair you returned your club and walked to the sidewalk at the other side of the building, waiting, hidden from the group.

Mako slowly returned his club and kept a slow pace to make sure they had left his view as they walked in the opposite direction. You grabbed Mako's arm as he passed by. You pulled him to lean his hands on the wall, standing in front of you. You lifted your chin, looking up at him. He was so close to you. One of his hands grabbed your waist as the top of your back leaned on the wall.

"Soo?" He asked.

"Thrilling." You spoke softly and leaned up to his lips. "We should have been doing this all along."

Mako smirked, kissing you quickly. He straightens back up and starts walking away. "I have to go to the station, but I'll see you tonight."

"Okay, I'll see you tonight." You ran up to him, stealing one more kiss, then turning the other direction towards your apartment.

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[klayr-de-gall]

POV: You’ve been talking shit about Haru and Rin and suddenly these two show up. How fast can you run?

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They are on a date, btw.

I stumbled over this ship even before I witnessed this two exchange any words in the show XD But boy, the Idea of Makoto having someone who can be a Support to him for once was just to appealing to pass up.

[hawktims]

Raleigh saw her again, reliving that day, and he relived it right with her. He'd been there with her, in the Drift. It wasn't like any Drift he'd ever felt. Broken, yes, but also more intense. ... With Mako, his Drift had been more like a movie where he was both a spectator and a character. – (Pacific Rim: The Official Movie Novelization, 2013)

[jailbird-junkrat-writes]

Overwatch Characters Love Languages P3

Pharah Physical touch, trust me, she adores holding her partner's hand, picking them up, holding them close, lifting them to see things they’ve never seen before. Forehead kisses, either giving or getting them, makes her weak.

Rammattra Acts of service  He would do anything for those he cares about and he expects that level of dedication from his partner. He does not demand from his loved one but he wants total equality in his relationships. A very ‘give as good as you get’ sort of being. 

Reaper Quality time Might come as a surprise but Reaper enjoys being around the person he has feelings for. He might not talk alot, or be too busy to do much with his partner but he enjoys the comfort of being one another's shadow when in the safety and comfort of his own space.

Reinhardt Acts of service and physical touch He loves picking up his partner like they weigh nothing, twirling them around. He is 100% the partner that will dance around the kitchen with you. He will also do as many things as he can to make your life easier. 

Roadhog Quality time A man of few words but he’s grown so used to having someone glued to his hip that he doesn’t think he can go without it again. He just likes to exist in the same space as his partner, being the one to listen and nod. So used to being the passive voice in any situation.