daydream

and when you say “I love you” first… he’s so silent you’re scared you’ve broken him with this three words alone

“How is it possible for you to love a being as myself?”

he feels the urge to say something back, but simply can’t vocalize the words he’s dying to say

you know he’s overwhelmed already, his pride contrasting his feelings, so you don’t push him too far: Ramattra shows you enough

but your words echoes in his systems for days

in one of these, he’s with you as he always do before you fall asleep, and the words just came out

“I may not have a heart, and even if I did, it wouldn’t be mine: it would be yours. It always has been.”

it’s not an explicit I love you

no, it’s much better

Reaper

you know what happens between you two must stay secretive

it’s… casual, if you can name it such

I mean, he comes to you every damn night, and most of them aren’t for sex, but for company 

and the cuddles, of course

you see him past the scars, the shadows… what lies beneath it as the ghost of a man 

and you love him nonetheless

despite all the danger that comes along with him being one of Talon’s counselors and a declared enemy to Overwatch

until one night, when he doesn’t show up and never let you know why

and this one night turns into tons

you’re broken, to say at least

he avoids you, not even a single stolen glance through briefings, no more missions together

you don’t know where you manage to find the courage to confront him, but somehow you do, so you’re cornering Reaper himself and demanding an answer 

“Isn’t it obvious?”

well, of course: you were dumb enough to get to attached

but he steps closer, so surprisingly close you can hear a shallow breath muffled by his mask

the shadows engulf you both before you can blink, and his ghostly touch stops just inches away from your cheek

“I’ve risked too much so far… but not you, not anymore”

you know what he means, you just wish you didn’t

he departs with a last glance over his shoulder, to never look back again 

if he wasn’t who he was, maybe things would be different

yet if things weren’t the same, you two wouldn’t even met

in the end, you’re left to grief in the graveyard he paths on his way away from you

Reinhardt

he’s a hero and will always be

but that doesn’t mean Reinhardt is invincible

that’s why you’re laying by his side, taking extra care to not accidentally touch the bandages covering his torso

you’re little injured from the last mission, a few scratches maybe

thanks to him, who jumped right into the moment to keep your head glued to your neck

per usual, he would be flourishing the battle tales and his epic acts, his thunderous laugh echoing through the HQ, but now?

the sadness contorting his face breaks your heart 

he stares down at you, one calloused thumb tracing under the thin line of the stitches on your cheekbone

“I’ve let them hurt you”

oh… so that’s it

“If I was a second late… I hate to even think of what could've happened”

he groans, retreating his hand and looking away 

if he could ever be more dearing, you would’ve exploded 

you cup his face and make Reinhardt look at you once again, reassuring him you’re here, safe and sound, thanks to him 

it takes a bit of convincing, but soon enough you hear one of his deep chuckles resonating in his chest and know that you’ll be just fine

“I will always be there to protect you, liebling, no matter what it takes. For I could never live in a world where there is no you by my side.”

Cassidy

he’s always flirting and teasing, so you would assume it’s all a joke

despite him throwing his arm over your shoulder and resting his head on yours every goddamn time he has a chance

and if you’re quiet and close enough, you can hear his fast heartbeats pulsing

maybe… he’s just affectionate, yeah

not that you see Cole like that with anyone else, but

you could never take him seriously, because he can never be serious for once

it’s always a wink here, a smooth darlin’ there

yet he never makes a move on you that gives you the clarity you need

so it’s it, an eternal what if

until one days he comes from a mission, all dirty and hurt

you’re surprised to see he came straightforward to you, still trying to catch his breath while holding to his injured side

but before you can drop any question, Cole smashes his lips against yours

and it feels holy 

he keeps you close when you break the kiss, trying to remind yourself how to breath

his breath is so warm against your face, and that familiar scent of smoke makes your knees weak

“I fucking meant everything I’ve ever said, doll”

for the way he just kissed you, you’re now sure he does 

Hanzo

Hanzo isn’t one to speak about his feelings openly

you’re actually surprised you’re now tiptoeing around some sort of serious relationship

at least, you think it’s serious since you barely leave each other’s side

it’s extremely hard for him to be vocal about his affection, though

sometimes, he would still flinch when you touch him out of blue

but he loves to run his fingers along your hair, your face…

your body is his to worship

and there’s this lazy morning, where he’s kissing your knuckles and embracing your waist…

you just feel you could melt right here, into him

until something cold circles your finger and your eyes snap open

a ring

a FUCKING ring

you stare at him in pure disbelief, eyes so wide they must pop out by any second

Hanzo shows the most loving smile you had ever seen, kissing your ring finger

that now has an actual engagement ring 

Was Yelena paying attention? Yes and no. Was she paying attention to you? Yes. Was Yelena paying attention to the intel Mel had explained and given her to read through? Not really.

You had stolen her attention the moment you and Bucky arrived to the briefing room. Yelena thought you were plotting her demise when you walked in wearing shorts almost too short to classify as proper pants.

She hadn’t seen you all day, not since breakfast. Now only five feet away and avidly listening to the words Bucky walked you through, Yelena was staring.

Your wording on this next assignment had to be perfect and your Romanian was better than amateur, but less than stellar. Yelena avidly watched the way your lips wrapped around each of the foreign words. Bucky would speak a sentence, and you repeated it back slower, more carefully. Always being sure not to accidentally activate your abilities on him instead.

The bulk of your Romanian could be less than okay, but the commanding sentences had to be spoken almost on par with a native speaker to be sure the effects of your ability would last. Hence Bucky holding you hostage and making sure you got every syllable perfect. Bucky wasn't very comfortable being around your ability at first and his therapist had heard about it more than a handful of times. He’s had enough mind control for more than one lifetime, but he since has he deemed you harmless enough to him.

"V... Vorbesc așa de prost..." You trailed.

"Oh my God.” You watched Bucky rub at his eyes with his flesh fingers before dragging them down his face. “Well, you-you can say that."

You groaned, eyes wandering over to where Yelena was looking at the tablet in her hands. Trying to focus on the lines of information and not yo, her lips pursed and eyebrows slightly wrung together in concentration. As if she could feel your gaze burning into her face she looked up at you and smiled.

Almost immediately Bucky was intruding, “Try the next one again. Word for word this time.” You obeyed and withdrew your eyes from your girlfriend back to your work.

"If you stare any harder your eyes will get stuck like that.” Ava spoke up softly from where she sat next to Yelena at the table. Eyes still on her tablet that was propped up so she could slouch down in her seat.

Yelena ripped her eyes away from your face turning to her teammate. “Am I not allowed to look at my own girlfriend?”

Ava spared a glance to be sure Bucky wasn’t paying attention to her. “No. You’re not allowed to eye fuck your girlfriend in front of the entire team instead of reading the briefing material.”

Yelena stared at Ava in disbelief, as if Ava was wrong. She wasn't. “Okay, that is not what I'm doing.” She shook her head.

“You totally were!” She hushed out.

Yelena was really only staring so hard because she knew exactly what top you were wearing under that sweater. She was trying to figure out if you were doing all of this on purpose.

It was the low cut top that showed most of your cleavage, Yelena knew you always paired it with that sweater because the top was so low cut. The shorts you wore were also questionable, sitting right below the curve of your ass, the cuffs of denim snug on your thighs. The slouchy sweater offered enough modesty on top that the was outfit was loosely appropriate.

Yelena supposed to act normal knowing you’re wearing that top, sitting across the table speaking a Romance language?

Your eyes drifted away from your tablet hearing Ava's laughter. You could see her head turned towards Yelena, who was not laughing with her. Yelena was good at keeping a pokerface when she needed to, but everything you could tell about her face at the moment read embarrassment.

"If you're not learning Romanian, get out. You're being a distraction." Bucky didn't even look their way as he gave his warning. Yelena opened her mouth to protest. "The sooner she gets this, the sooner you can have her back, Yelena."

Ava released another round of laughter as she stood up, Yelena following while grumbling out a string of curses in Russian. You gave her a knowing grin from across the table accompanied by a little wave goodbye.

Yelena was almost to the door when she halted and spun around. “Actually, no. You know what?” She walked back over to the table rounding to the other side.

“Yelena.” Bucky complained with a sigh. She paid him no mind as she marched right up behind your chair and curled herself over your shoulder, pulling your face upwards to her.

“She needs to work.” He warned glaring at the pair. Yelena ignored him once more and slotted her lips into yours from the odd angle, the kiss was brief but it got the point across.

When she released you, she kept her body close, but spared him a glance. He wore a look crossed between irritation and embarrassment.

“I do not share.” Yelena stated while using your dazed moment to pull out the neckline of your sweater. Not enough to flash Bucky, but only enough for Yelena to peer down. Your full tits had shifted in your shirt, now practically spilling out of the front of the tank top. You reacted a moment too late, shocked as you pulled your clothing and her hand back to your body.

Bucky let out some sort of strangled gasp as he shouted. “Hey!” Yelena just grinned as she leaned back up, making a show of dragging her hand along your chest before she back away.

“Izvinite na slovakh.” She said casually. You had to bite back the giggle bubbling up in your throat. Laughing at your language tutor seemed unwise.

“Uh-huh.” Bucky nodded sarcastically.

It was an hour and a half later that you were opening the door to Yelena's room. You had barely gotten inside before she was grabbing you by a belt loop, closing the door with her other hand. "I fucking knew it." Yelena said as she pressed your back against the cool metal.

"Knew what?" You asked feigning innocence. Yelena pushed her knee between your legs, not pressing up against you, just to keep you in place, your feet parted parallel to your shoulders. Her other hand rested on the door beside you.

"I knew that sweater was a setup."

"Maybe it was." You smiled against her lips. Yelena's hands landed at your hips, traveling up the curves of your waist. Yelena didn't respond immediately with words, instead moving to kiss you. The kiss felt like a continuation of her kiss from the briefing, more full of fervor.

"Ty svodish' menya s uma." She spoke against your lips. Yelena had been working with you on your Russian, so you picked up on what she was saying to you. Her hands began to wander up the curves of your hips and waist. Impatiently grabbing the hem of your sweater to pull it off of you. You assisted her as best you could in her haste.

The hem of the top had risen up, exposing a few inches of your plush stomach, fabric bunched up under your breasts. Her eyes dropped down, zeroing in on where the the folded cuff of your shorts tightened around the your thighs before she looked back up at your face.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You continued your charade of innocence.

“I think you are a liar.” She accused pulling her zip up off. Looking at her now, you offered an innocent smile and a simple shrug of your shoulders.

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Was Yelena paying attention now? Absolutely. Now that there was nobody here to pull her away from you. Nobody here to talk over her thoughts. To make her leave the damn room. She’d sooner reach for her gun before thinking of leaving the room now. Especially when she has you above her like this.

Whatever scheme you had brewing when planning your outfit today had long flown out the window. Or perhaps this was your endgame all along? Yelena really didn’t care. That offending sweater of yours was now discarded somewhere on Yelena’s floor and out of sight, your shorts and panties tossed to join them. She left your top on and pulled your tits out the front for access. The fabric was now soaked in sweat bunched up under your chest.

You seemed almost oblivious, up in your own little world rutting your hips against Yelena’s. Her hands were petting and grabbing at everywhere of you she could reach. Your thighs, your ass, your waist, your tits.

You airily gasped out her name, your own hands now scrambling to find somewhere stable. Moving from where you had grabbed at your chest, to her thighs, her shoulders, her hips.

Yelena thought about helping you, guiding your hips into a rhythm, or helping you lift up your shaky thighs. Yet she relented, opting to watch you. Only touching but not really assisting you. Which only made things worse off for you. The trails of her hands lit a fire under your skin, aching for more.

Yelena watched the sweat bloom along your heated exposed skin, and how your hair stuck slightly to your body now. She watched your chest heave and your lips puff out burst of hot air. And watched your hips roll messily against her strap.

“Lena.” You repeated, finally pulling her back to her senses.

“Well, look at you go.” She sang out, a hand sliding up your thigh. You took in a frustrated gasp of air before whining out her name. “Mhm, I’m right here.” Her grip on your leg tightens to prove the point.

You wanted to bite back at her mild attitude, maybe throw a comment back about her staring problem. It never happened, though. Your mind was too cloudy, too much pleasure mixing up all possible coherent thoughts.

Yelena was gripping at the meat of your hips now, pulling and grinding you down against her strap. You let out a whine, spine curling forward in pleasure. Yelena cooed with a small laugh. “C’mon,” she rubbed at your hips. “I thought you wanted to make such a show for everybody.”

“No, I-” you gasped, gripping her arms for stability as she grinned up at you with little hearts in her eyes.

“Oh?” Yelena’s hands traveled around your hips, over the globes of your behind. “So, your ass was out for Barnes then?”

“No!” You shrieked as she playfully slapped you there. You choked on the moan forced from your throat, still tucked against her, sweaty forehead dropping to her chest.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” You felt the vibrations of her words against you, as her hand slid up your back. The other hand sliding against your heated face.

“'S for you.” You breathed out, turning to kiss at her palm. If Yelena didn't know any better, she'd thought she'd died and ascended to Heaven right there. She couldn't fight the smile that spread across her lips.

You blinked you bleary eyes down at her as she moved, working her hips up against yours to chase your jerky movements. Yelena groaned looking back at you, her change in angle causing better friction.

“Shit.” She cursed out, squeezing her eyes shut and focusing on the little sounds she punched out of you. She snaked her hand between your bodies, fingers sliding down to your clit. Now soaked fingers began moving in circles and gaining speed as she continued.

"Lena!" You warned feeling your orgasm building. Your free hand reached to grab at her wrist, your body unsure whether to pull her away or hold her there. It didn't matter in the end, she was far stronger than you were. Her fingers, sped up. Briefly pausing to change her other hand's grip on you when you began to unconsciously pull away.

You eventually came with a stuttered gasp of Yelena's name, body still trying to run from the sensations. She kept you in place though. The muscles in her arms flexing as she used her trained strength to hold your hips down against hers.

The room was quieter now, you couldn't hear Yelena's breathing over the sounds of your own, but you could feel her chest move. Her hand slid up and down your back and then across your thighs, repeating the process over to ground you.

"Still with me?" Yelena asked softly, her unsoiled fingers moving to card through your hair. You nodded against her, gathering up the will to move. "With words?"

"Mhm." The response was small but still vocal. Good enough for her. You were still trying to catch your breath, puffs of hot air fanning against her already heated skin.

"So, was this your plan?"

Something like this, you wanted to say. “Mhm." Was all you could manage.