Would it be alright to ask for headcannons of…well all the guys! Headcannons of when they realize they’re in love?

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That’s a lotta boiz. I’m gonna try to do all but that means they’ll b short sorry!!!!
-Mod Zen

REINHARDT:
*It hits him like a sack of bricks while you’re laying on his huge chest, asleep. He cranes his neck up to see you gently rising and falling with his breathing, and then rising with your own breathing. You’re in sync. Perfectly. He smiles and leans back, an old man at peace.

SOLDIER 76:
*“Keep up old man!” You laugh as you run ahead of him on the path, the trees in front of you seeming to bend to your will. Who wouldn’t? A rare smile appears on his face, rare as his vacations. Sunlight gives you a halo, and in that moment, he knows he loves you.

REAPER:
*It’s a scary moment. This is why he didn’t want you near Talon, this is why he didn’t- you sit on the bed in a slightly drug induced haze with your arm bandaged from a bullet, Reaper pacing back and forth filled with panic and rage and frustration. Why was he doing this still? What good was Talon? What good… he looks at you. Even when you’re out of it, you’re looking at him with a loopy smile like he’s your god. His nonexistent heart breaks. He’d do anything for you, even leave Talon.

DOOMFIST:
*He walks into your shared room, and stops. You’re standing on the balcony, practically sheathed in moonlight. He can’t breathe. You look exactly like a king, his king. You turn to him and smile, and hold out your arms. He sweeps you into his, mumbling his praises to you, his god, his salvation.

ROADHOG:
*“Mako, would you look at the stars?” He looks at you instead, your innocent, happy gaze at the sky. His heart pounds in his chest, the buzzing of the bugs around his ears only amplifying his nerves. It never shows though, definitely not behind his mask. You’re the only thing that makes him nervous. He takes your hand, and when you turn in shock with a blush, his mask is up toward the sky.

HANZO:
*You’re giggling like mad, his dragons twisting around your legs and giving you tickly little dragon kisses. “C-call em off, call em off!”
He chuckles as he watches their mischief, and how well you take it, so at peace, so gentle. The dragons reflect his inner feelings- and he loves you as much as they do. He just can’t say it.

MCCREE:
*Sunlight breaks through the curtains. He’s awake before you, a rare occasion, and he lays his sleepy eyes on you. Your sleeping face, whether serene or goofy, makes him smile. You’re so sweet. So good, so pure. Even if you really aren’t, he’ll never stop holding you to a god standard. He presses his lips to your forehead and watches you yawn, chuckling softly under his breath.

GENJI:
*You try. You really try. Sometimes you can do it. Sometimes you don’t have the patience. He’s watching you meditate out of the corner of his eye, thank god for the visor. Your face looks peaceful enough, but he can tell by the subtle twitches of your fingers that you’re having a hard time. It’s so cute. He laughs softly and you blush before collapsing into giggles. The attempt is enough for him. His heart flutters at the sound of your laughter.

LUCIO:
*“Hey, what about this?” You hand him your journal, filled with random song ideas, lyrics. He takes it from you and scans over the lines. A smile slowly grows on his face. He nods, normally at first, then vigorously as he launches a hug at you. You squeak in surprise and laugh as he peppers your face with kisses. Where would he be without his muse?

JUNKRAT:
*Your headphones are on and you’re listening to something that makes you happy. He can tell by the grin on your face and the nods. He gets it: not a lot of people like his clanging and banging and explosions. And his latest project just blew up in his face, the tips of his hair charred. His grin matches yours as he yells: “I LOVE YOU!”
You take out a headphone. “WHAT?”

ZENYATTA:
*“It’s so lovely Zenyatta. Thank you for trusting me.” Your voice is soft as if it’ll shatter the entirety of the temple. Everything is delicate and pristine- glorious. He watches you carefully, something in his chest whirring as you gaze in awe through the glass windows at the sunset. He takes your hand, smoothing his thumb on the back of it as you watch the sun set together.
“Of course, my love.”