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lemonwritesstuff · 4 years

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safety pin (ow highschool au)

summary: jesse and genji make a promise to each other and maybe, this time, two wrongs will make a right. read it on ao3

a/n: this is very based off the song safety pin by 5 seconds of summer bc im on a mcgenji and old 5sos kick rn. Featuring an american high school written by a british first year college student. Also jesse and hana are jack and gabes kids ok good cool also genji is trans and lucio is enby ok bye

genji and jesse use he/him, hana uses she/her and lucio uses he/they

Ships: mcgenji, a sprinkling of bunnyribbit and background reaper76

word count: 1.2k (this is the longest fic i’ve ever written holy shit)

tw for mentions of transphobia and gender dysphoria/ self deprecating talk

Jesse just wanted to get to his locker. But instead, he was greeted with a crowd of people shouting horrible things at someone. Upon further investigation, he saw two people being targeted. And when the taller boy saw the green, he knew it was Genji and Lucio.

Genji could usually stand up for himself, so why wasn’t he?

Before anything could happen physically, the vice principal, Jack Morrison, appeared with his husband and head of phys ed, Gabriel Reyes, in tow. They were the teachers in charge of the GSA and they were also Jesse’s parents. They both knew how much Genji meant to Jesse, and how much Lucio meant to Genji so they were always first to take their side whenever anything happened to them.

“Get to class, all of you!” Jack shouted, his voice laced with anger but also an attempt to stay professional. Gabe weaved through the crowds in an attempt to get them to disperse, before he caught the dickheads responsible.

“Principal's office. Now” Gabe scowled, his voice also laced with anger.

As the crowd cleared, Jack spotted Jesse and Hana, worry plastered on their faces.

“Jesse, Hana, stay here.” he said, his voice much softer. He had a soft spot for any of the kids in the GSA, he’d been in their position years ago and was glad to give them the help he wished he had. At this point, the GSA was just the entire queer population of the school and no allies, but that was fine. They could all just unapologetically be themselves, without the fear of judgement. The GSA was the safest place in the school to be for them.

“I’ll let your teachers know what's gone on and have them mark you in for the rest of the day but you don't have to go to class.” He was addressing the four of them now, voice still soft but laced with concern for the green duo. “I’ll write you all hall passes but you’re free to sit in our room if you want to. I’ll also notify all staff about what’s happened and I’ll be in my office if any of you need me.”

“Thank you, Sir.” the four of them said in somewhat unison. Once Jack had walked off, Hana rushed over to Lucio, who was leaning against the wall and still shaking from the encounter.

“Lú! Are you ok?” Hana asked, concern now laced through her voice. She cradled Lucio’s head in her hands, rubbing away their tears.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, Hana. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before. I guess I deserve it, wearing a skirt to school” they replied. Being one of two openly trans people in the entire school was bound to go wrong at some point.

“Shut it, dingus. We both know you don’t deserve it. It’s not our fault people are transphobic assholes.” Genji chimed in.

“Exactly!” Hana said. “Now, let's go sit in the room and fix your makeup. You deserve to feel pretty, baby.” With that statement, the pair set off, hand in hand, to the room that GSA meetings were held in, leaving Jesse and Genji alone in the hallway. Genji was still processing what happened but Jesse pulled him back to reality.

“Our spot?” Jesse asked, voice quiet in order to not disturb the students learning in the class opposite them. Genji just nodded, and after Jesse got his bag from his locker (which was the only reason he was in that part of the school anyway), they set off toward the exits.

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“Thank god I got some snacks, I forgot we were gonna have a shorter lunch. I’m starvin’.” Jesse started, plonking himself down on the ground with Genji following suit opposite him. “You ok darlin’? Ya still look scared. How come ya didn’t stand up for yourself? I know you can, the entire grade has seen ya do it before.” Genji chuckled and sighed, before replying.

“I was already having a bad enough day with my dysphoria and I was talking about it with Lucio when someone overheard us and.. yeah.”

“Oh, baby, I-”

“No, it’s fine.” Genji said, cutting Jesse off. “They’re right, I’m not a real man and never will be. I wouldn’t be surprised if you wanted to break up with me, Jesse.” Genji couldn’t hold back the tears any longer and before he could say anything, he was in Jesse’s arms. One of the few places he felt safe. One of two places where he could exist without judgement.

“Dumplin’, I know it’s hard but please never believe anything those assholess say. You’re not only a man, but you’re MY man and I’m not going anywhere. Nothing will ever change that. Ever. They’re just asshats that lack so much self confidence that they tear others down.” Jesse said softly, cradling his lovers face in his hands, wiping away tears.

Genji melted at any nickname Jesse gave him, especially dumpling. It came from an in-joke on their first date, where Genji had compared himself to a dumpling, small and bite sized (compared to Jesse anyway) and the nickname stuck ever since.

“Do ya want me to do anything, darlin’?” Jesse murmured, rubbing circles on Genji’s back in an effort to calm his tears.

“No, this is fine for now.” Genji barely whispered, not even daring to look up at the brunette. Just as Jesse was about to reply, his phone pinged.

buncha fuckin misfits

padre: the dickheads have been dealt with and they’re outta here

gaymer gorl: good riddance lmao

boy scout lookin ass: those kids have done this multiple times and i’m surprised it took this long to expel them

boy scout lookin ass: how are gen and lú by the way?

gaymer gorl: i redid Lú’s makeup and they’re back to lookin fabulous!

yee to the haw: just givin’ gen some cuddles, he was already havin’ a bad day with dysphoria and he just needs some convincin’ that he’s stronger than he thinks. he’ll be ok :)

With that, Jesse shut off his phone and turned his attention back to the green haired boy in his arms. The brunette ran his hands through the sea of green hair beneath him, letting out a low whistle when he realised how soft it was.

“I redyed it last night” Genji said, his tears having pretty much run dry at his point.

“Well, ya better tell me what hair products you use, darlin’. Wish my hair was as soft as this.”

Genji let out a chuckle, which made Jesse smile. He’s getting there.

The pair stayed like that for some time until Jesse had an idea. He reached over to his bag and pulled a safety pin off the strap, handing it to Genji. Before Genji could question him, he began to explain himself.

“ Maybe we can safety pin the pieces of our broken hearts back together. We’ve both been hurt so much in the past, and we’re obviously gonna wanna be whole in the future. So, I’ll give you this as a promise, that I’m always gonna have your back and the one on my bag is your promise to me, that you’ll always have my back. Make sense?” Jesse said, pinky extended towards his love, smile creeping onto his face.

“Of course.” Genji replied. “Besides, maybe, this time, two wrongs make a right.”

#el loves mcgenji #jesse mcree #genji shimda #bunnyribbit #lucio correia dos santos #hana song #gabriel reyes #jack morrison #reaper76 #trans genji shimada #trans genji #non binary lucio #non binary lucio correia dos santos #high school au #elwritessometimes #teenage writer #writer of tumblr #overwatch #mcgenji

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cutellic · 4 years

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If you're still doing the ficlets, how about Sombra and Baptiste with "Guess who made the evening news?" I'd you don't like that pairing reaper76 would be fun for this too lol

“Guess who made the evening news?”

Baptiste sighed, already knowing what was coming. “I couldn’t just let him die, Olivia. It wouldn’t be right.” He said softly. He knew it had been a bad idea, but he didn’t have it in him to let someone suffer if he could prevent it.

“I thought we were laying low? I can only hide you from Talon for so long, Jean.” Sombra huffed, sitting with her feet propped on his desk and her arms crossed. She was clearly annoyed that he was making more work for her to do.

“Yeah well, I have the medical training to stop someone from dying of a damn gunshot wound so I’m going to do it. If you don’t like it then stop hiding me if you’re tired of it.” Baptiste snapped, washing his hands in the sink. He knew he looked like a mess, just wanting a minute to relax.

Sombra sighed, getting up and wrapping her arms around him from behind. “I didn’t say that. You know I’ll do anything to protect you... I’m just scared. I don’t know what they’ll do if they catch you.” She whispered, resting her head between his shoulder blades. She was terrified whenever something happened that could help Talon find him, doing her best to cover it up.

Baptiste nodded, drying his hands and wrapping his arms around her. “Everything will be fine. We’re in this together, no matter what. Okay?” He murmured softly, kissing the top of her head. “I love you.”

“I love you too... no more stunts okay? Promise me.”

“I promise.”

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ohgodsalazarwhy · 5 years

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Day at the Beach

Reaper76 Summer Event Day 1

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They did not get many days off, much less days off outside of Switzerland. However, when Angela told Gabriel that he and Jack either had to take a vacation or suffer her wrath, he immediately dragged them both to California. Jack’s country-ass needed some civilization. Gabe missed the sunny beaches, the hot air wrapped around him, the water crashing over his shins, cooling him down. Nothing beats a California beach.

“We could have gone anywhere in the world,” Jack grumbled, trying to unstick his thighs from the leather seats of the beat up antique truck Gabriel was driving. Wheels on the ground and everything. Hover cars were zooming past them as their truck bounced through potholes on their way to Long Beach.

“Where else would you want to go?” Gabriel glanced at him from over his sunglasses, one hand on the wheel while the other worked the shift, “Don’t be a sore loser, Sunshine, it’s not my fault you can’t win at arm wrestling.”

“Only because you’re a filthy cheater,” Jack snapped, sticking his arm out the window as if that might alleviate how hot and miserable it was inside the cab.

“I don’t cheat,” Gabriel said smugly, watching Jack squirm and sweat on the other side of the bench seat, “I simply know all the advantages.”

“Cheating.”

“Strategy.”

It wasn’t that Gabriel wasn’t sweating his ass off in this old car, it was just that he found a sort of simple pleasure in it. Their whole lives at Overwatch they were surrounded by the finest tech, driven around by chauffeurs or flown across the world in hovercraft. It was nice to sit and sweat in a 100 year old truck with no air conditioning, his best friend and lover by his side. Even if all Jack wanted to do was grumble about it. It wasn’t like he couldn’t handle heat, Gabriel had seen him run a mile in his big overcoat and armor in Kuwait. Perhaps Jack enjoyed getting a chance to complain when he could usually never show weakness.

“Trust me,” Gabriel said, reaching over to grip Jack’s bare knee and squeeze, “you won’t regret this trip.”

Jack sighed and turned to look out the window, but not fast enough to keep Gabriel from seeing his smile, “Whatever you say, Reyes.”

The beach was crowded with sunbathers and children running around. Jack was wearing shorts, a tank, and sunglasses but he still got recognized. People would sit up as they passed or stop what they were doing to stare. No one tried to talk to them. Jack helped Gabriel lay out a towel and set up an umbrella to protect them from the sun beating down on them.

“You might get your farmer’s tan back,” Gabriel grinned as Jack sat down in the shade.

Jack snorted, digging through their bag to grab some sunscreen, “I’d prefer not to burn today, unless you want to spend the rest of this vacation not touching me.”

Gabriel was starting to wish they had a little more privacy, because as Jack slathered on sunscreen he found his hands itching to do it instead. Too many people, and their relationship had always been under the radar. “Let’s get in the water,” said Gabriel, grabbing Jack by the wrist as soon as he’d finished with the sunscreen.

“Wh- hey!”

Gabriel laughed as the water rushed around them, children were in the shallows but Gabriel drew them out farther, and farther. Just far enough away to give them some semblance of privacy. Jack tread water beside him, looking a bit annoyed at being dragged out here when he could be laying under the umbrella.

“Don’t give me that look,” Gabriel grinned, cupping the back of Jack’s neck to keep him close as the waves bobbed them up and down in the water.

“Don’t see why you needed to drag me out here,” Jack grumbled, pulling against Gabriel’s hold, “people can still see us, so don’t try anything.”

“They can’t see under the water.” Gabriel slid his hand down Jack’s chest, over the fabric of the tank and then down to the brim of his shorts.

“Gabe-” Jack let out a shuddering little groan that Gabriel would never get enough of. He wasn’t going to spend the entire day at the beach and not get his hands on Jack. That just wasn’t fair. Gabriel couldn’t kiss him, could mouth at his neck or along his shoulders, but he could just watch his pale face flush as Gabriel’s fingers slid under his shorts to stroke his cock. People could stare over here all they wanted, but the cloudy waters of the Pacific would hide everything they did. As far as they were concerned they were just two Overwatch Commanders enjoying the cool water on a hot day, away from the crowds.

Though Gabriel would be lying if he didn’t also love getting away with things right under other people’s noses. He watched Jack’s tongue slide out over his lips, saw how his blue eyes flickered to Gabriel’s lips then away. Knowing they couldn’t do more was a certain thrill, and Gabriel smirked and squeezed Jack’s cock hard enough to elicit a cry. Jack’s hands clutched his shoulders tightly, neatly trimmed nails digging bluntly into his skin. The rushing of the waves easily covered every sound Jack made, and he made plenty of them; soft pants, loud moans, little whimpers, and only Gabriel got to hear him like this.

Jack finally tense up and Gabriel felt his cock twitch in his hand as he came. If people weren’t watching he would have kissed that dazed look right off Jack’s face. As it was he slowly pulled his hands out of Jack’s shorts and reached up to pat his red cheek, “Are you burning?”

“Fuck you,” Jack gasped, pushing away and swimming for shore.

Gabriel laughed and followed him, “When we get to the hotel, Sunshine.”

#Reaper76summerevent #R76SE2019 #Reaper76 #jack morrison #Gabriel Reyes

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0ldsold1ers · 5 years

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can’t wait to go home with you

Reaper76 week, TUES: keep yourself alive/ Omnic Crisis

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17850008

Reinhardt is stiller than Gabe’s ever seen him. There’s blood dripping from his collarbone, seeping through a bandage which is just hours old but he sits still and quiet, letting the healers take care of him.

They’ve taken cover in an evacuated set of flats. This portion of the city had been emptied a couple of days ago after the first attacks, so now they’re waiting for an emergency evacuation of their own - the closest aid had been forty minutes away. Things had gone wrong, really wrong this time around. It was meant to be a simple strike mission, destroy a bunch of the Bastion units which had been terrorising central Berlin from an abandoned hospital, and get out fast before they could summon other units. The intel had come straight from the Crusaders and the mission was top secret. Only Gabriel, Ana and Reinhardt had known any details.

Or it was supposed to be top secret, anyway.

Somehow the Omnics had known, they’d been prepared. The hospital had been swarming with them. And they were lucky so many of them had gotten out alive - his retinas are still burning red from the blood and his coat is stiff and stained dark. His shoulder is aching where a bullet wound has already been patched up. He doesn’t even want to think about how he must smell. He couldn’t think, even if he tried.

Because Jack hadn’t made it out with them.

He doesn’t know where he went or what happened - one minute they’d been fighting back to back, the next he’d vanished, running to a scream for help from across the corridor. Gabriel had tried to follow before Reinhardt had grabbed him and pulled him behind his shield - just in time, as a spray of bullets had almost reduced his face to mincemeat.

In the chaos, Gabriel hadn’t had the chance to look for Jack - he hates himself for it now, is plotting out a million different things he could have done to save everyone - but as commander, he had to get as many out alive as he could. There hadn’t been any chance to scout the area as they beat an immediate retreat, carving their way out through the mass of enemies. Staying would have meant death.

He tries not to think about what that means for Jack’s chances.

“He could still be alive, Gabriel.” Reinhardt says quietly, and just the fact that the German is so quiet tells Gabriel how weird and fucked up and unlikely the situation is. He nods once but doesn’t reply. He doesn’t trust himself to speak right now and keeps pacing.

The door crashes open once more, and Gabriel turns for the millionth time, hating himself for being disappointed when he sees black hair, not blonde.

Ana looks at him, angry and grieving and a million other things but still determined. “Choppers are five minutes out, Gabriel. We have to get ready to go.”

Gabriel feels his heart break a little. This can’t be the way they end. They’ve been through so much already, it’s not fair. There’s so much Gabriel never got the chance to say, so many unsaid words, unseen films, unspent moments they’ll never get to see now.

“Get the troops outside together. I’ll do final perimeter sweeps.” ‘I have to make sure he’s not coming.’ is what he doesn’t say. They both hear it anyway.

There’s nothing though. No signs of stragglers, no flash of gunfire, thankfully no Omnics in pursuit.

He keeps staring back at the smoke of the hospital over the skyline, waiting for a flash of blonde hair, a panicked cry for help, a blast from that insane rifle he insists on carrying - but there’s nothing. The air is thick with something which isn’t quite silence but drowns him all the more for it.

Until the insistent shuddering of helicopter blades breaks through his reality and it really hits home - he’s going to have to leave without Jack. His eyes are burning but he’s got another six troops in this old apartment building who need to get home and see their families again.

He scrubs at his eyes and is about to return to his squad when his wrist unit beeps once to let him know he has a message.

from: boyscout

message: fukc

He blinks once. There’s relief, so intense he thinks his hearts going to burst and he laughs out loud. He’s going to strangle the stupid motherfucker when he gets his hands on him. The device beeps again insistently.

from: boyscout

message: i fucked up, are you guys still here, need extraction, at church opposite hospital

Gabriel doesn’t blink again before he’s tearing back up the stairs to where Ana’s assembling the team on the roof and onto the helicopters.

“Jack’s still down there,” he starts, and Ana’s relief matches his own.

“You’re going back.” It’s not a question. She knows him too well.

He nods. “If you hear nothing for fifteen minutes, leave without us.”

She looks at him before dipping her head once. He knows he can trust her to do things in his stead - he wouldn’t try and do this if it was anyone else. But it’s Ana.

And this is Jack.

He’s flying down the stairs and out the building before he can catch his breath. He knows he has to be quiet, but also fast - it sounds like Jack is in trouble and he briefly wonders how he’s going to be able to get him back to the others. Or why he didn’t just activate his location tracker.

The hospital comes into sight soon enough, and Gabriel thinks for a half second before running down a back road. The Bastion units might not be able to get heat signatures yet, but some of the other Omnics have infra-red sight modes.

The church Gabriel thinks Jack means is old - really old, and the grand architecture is obvious even from the tight alleys hidden in central Berlin. If Jack was going to pick an obvious place to hide…

There’s a tiny door at the back of the building his HUD informs him, and he eases it open before slipping inside. He’s hidden in a quiet chapel, carved stone saints peering down at him, and feels a prickle of discomfort. He’s never felt too comfortable in these places. He’d sworn off religion a long time ago.

He scans the interior of the building with his HUD display but there’s no trace of any other machinery in the vicinity. Which means that a) no Bastion units but also b) Jack’s tech is either offline or c) not here.

Neither of the latter options are great.

He leaves the chapel carefully, listening closely before he hears it.

There’s laboured breathing coming from the front of the pews and finally he lays eyes on the golden hair he’s been searching for, a fallen angel before the altar.

Something is wrong. He realises with a creeping dread just how much red is smeared into the gold, and drops any pretense of stealth, sprinting up the aisle.

“Wondered when you’d get here.” Jack says, strain clear in his voice.

The room spins for a moment as he lays eyes on him.

There’s a really nasty cut along his temple which would explain the HUD not showing up in the scan - it looks like the Omnics have gouged out the implant from his head. He’s holding a hand over his stomach, and from the copious quantities of blood, Gabriel would guess he’s probably been holding his intestines in since he left the hospital. He can’t see any other obvious injuries but the left leg of his pants is badly ripped up and stained as well, and he doesn’t seem to be focusing too well when he looks up at Gabriel.

He’s seen some nasty injuries before, but this… this is awful. Even SEP applicants have died from less.

“What the fuck happened, Morrison.” He breathes, not really expecting an answer. He’s guessing a pretty bad concussion from the lack of focus in the usually sharp blue gaze. Hell, he’ll take it right now, it’s better than the alternative. He pulls off his coat and starts ripping it into bandage strips as he places a call to Ana from his wrist unit, no longer caring if the Omnics can track his location from it.

“I’ve got him, Ana. He’s in a bad state, I don’t know if I can get him back like this.”

The audible sigh of relief is quickly taken over by a hum of concentration. “You might have to, Gabriel. There’s no way we can bring the choppers closer, it’ll be an obvious giveaway where you are. How bad are the injuries?”

He quickly lists off what he can see. “I don’t know if he can walk.”

Jack pouts at him. “You could ask, you know. I’m right here.”

Any other situation, Gabriel would have laughed at his childish expression.

“Do what you can, you might have to carry him. Keep me updated with progress. We might have to leave and arrange for a secondary evacuation if you can get far enough away.”

Gabriel nods, then remembers it’s a phone call. “Wheels up in fifteen minutes.”

Ana begins to complain, but he cuts across. “That’s an order, Captain.”

She goes silent, before a stilted “As you wish, Commander,” and then she hangs up. It doesn’t escape his attention that she hadn’t suggested for a second leaving Jack behind, and he’s beyond grateful.

Gabriel doesn’t think as he works, letting instinct take over as he wraps wounds as tightly as he can. He re-sets Jack’s leg - he’d cried out, the pain overwhelming the delirium for a second - but the healing factor would hopefully be able to do enough that they could walk out.

He pulls Jack to his feet, dragging one heavy arm across his shoulders. Gabriel staggers - Jack isn’t holding himself up properly, there’s still too much blood and he’s holding himself together with his hands at this point.

“Come on, you big lump,” he grumbles, pulling his best friend from the church, “there’s no way I’m dying in this hell hole.”

Jack sighs dreamily, and Gabriel really doesn’t like the sound of that. “Can’t wait to go home with you.”

Gabriel chuckles. “We don’t go home together, pendejo. You’re moving in with Vincent aren’t you?” Jack had spoken briefly about his plans a couple months ago, but Gabe hasn’t heard anything since. Delirium does funny things to the head anyway.

“Wish we could go home together though. Love you.” Jack sighs, and Gabe freezes for a second, heart pounding, before realising: he must have thought Gabe was Vincent. He almost laughs again, in relief, in love, in despair, but Jack won’t understand any of those.

So he just says, “Love you too, golden boy.” He wishes it was a lie as he drags him back to the apartment building.

“Next time I tell you to evacuate a war zone, you do it. Understood?” Gabriel stares down his unimpressed Captain from the sick bay lobby.

“You were on your way back. If Jack didn’t get immediate attention he could have died, from what you said.” Ana replies, mulish as she refuses to drop eye contact.

She’s obstinate and stubborn and determined, funny and deadpan and sometimes edging on rude. Gabriel wouldn’t have her any other way.

“How is he?” he asks instead of reprimanding her like he should. The doctors had ordered him to ‘fuck off and get some sleep,’ in their own words, and the doors had been programmed not to let him in until his brain was functioning at a certain level of activity again.

“He’ll be fine,” she says, mouth twitching up just a little, “but the doctors are a little worried about the head injury. They think removing the implant could have caused some long-term brain damage, but they won’t know until he wakes up. And he’ll have to stay in for a couple of days until his gut has healed anyway.”

Gabriel sits down heavily. That recovery time is slow for them but at least it’ll be fixed. But brain damage? Jack had been acting very strange, and the doctors had confirmed multiple concussions. His implant as well… it allows them to interface with their tactical visors without speaking, allowing everyone to see where the rest of the squad is. That the Omnics knew to rip it out is both awful and really worrying. They’re getting smarter.

“Gabriel?” he looks up at Ana as she crosses over and sinks into the seat next to him. He sees just how tired she really is in the sink of her spine, the tightness around her eyes. How she’s still so composed, he’ll never understand. He must look like a mess. “It’s not your fault. It’s because of you he’s even alive. Stop beating yourself up.”

He gives her a tired smile. “Shouldn’t have left him in the first place.”

She scoffs, shaking her head. “A saviour complex doesn’t suit you. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and tell him how you feel before you lose the opportunity again.”

He gapes at her for a moment, but why is he even surprised? Ana doesn’t really need her cybernetic eye when she sees everything anyway. She stands and moves to the door. “I need some sleep, I’m done babysitting stupid men for the day.” More softly, she smiles at him, properly this time. “I want to know the minute he wakes up.”

Gabriel just nods once before entering the ward. The scene which greets him is infinitely preferable to the one from twenty hours ago.

Jack is breathing, peacefully now, and Gabriel could watch the soft rise and fall of his chest for the rest of his life. All of his limbs are smooth, straight lines once more (he’d missed the broken arm in his rush to get the man back to safety), his hair is gleaming a soft yellow in the sunlight streaming from the window, and the heart monitor he’s hooked up to steadily beeps at his side.

He lowers himself into the chair next to the bed and tries not to frown as he sees the jagged scar running over Jack’s temple, narrowly avoiding the corner of his eye. “Dumb blonde,” he mutters, running his eye over the rest of his face, “why have you gotta put me through this bullshit?”

Jack’s always had a hero complex, it’s how he got picked for the SEP, throwing himself in front of his squad to protect them from an explosion. As soon as he’d been patched up, his CO had volunteered him for the programme – ‘mental fortitude’, the report Gabriel had read had said. And he sure does have buckets of it. If anyone will make it out of this…

He takes Jack’s hand on impulse, weaving their fingers together. “We’re gonna get through this, punk. You’re gonna see Vincent again, you’re going to move in together and go home with him. Just like you wanted.” He pauses for a moment. Ana’s words are ringing in his head. “That’s what’s gonna make you happy. That’s all I want for you, Jack. I wish…” he stops. “God, if you weren’t unconscious I wouldn’t even be saying this. I don’t know. I just wish I could be the one to make you happy.”

He looks up to find an unnervingly blue gaze watching him. Shit.

“How much of that did you hear.” He demands. It vaguely registers that he’s still holding Jack’s hand.

Jack clears his throat and smiles his shit-eating grin. Fuck, he’s so far gone for this dumb bitch. “Everything since you called me punk and held my hand.”

Gabriel refuses to drop that, it would be proving a point if he let go now. “And you just laid there and let me talk? Puta.” He makes a point of looking away and sniffing.

Jack laughs croakily and starts coughing immediately. Gabriel look at him with concern. “Damn, feels like I got put through a meat grinder.”

“You did. You lost. I had to pull your dumb ass out afterwards.” Gabriel deadpans. He’s alive, and now he has to suffer the consequences – endless mockery.

Jack smiles sheepishly. “Thanks, Gabe. You saved my life.” He stops for a moment and looks unsure. “What you were saying-“

Gabe cuts across him, “Don’t, just pretend I didn’t say anything-“

“Shut up, Gabe.” He smiles up at him and Gabriel feels his heart flutter a little. “You do make me happy. I got separated from the group and all I could think while I was trying not to die was seeing your smile when I wasn’t dead. And then you ripping me to shreds yourself.” He manages another wheezy chuckle, and Gabriel feels his heart squeeze. This man is going to be the death of him. “You’re my best friend, and sometimes… sometimes I wish we were more. Even if you don’t feel the same.” He’s thoroughly avoiding eye contact with Gabriel now, who can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“Maybe you have got brain damage,” he says, watching the five stages of grief cross Jack’s face before he bothers to continue, “If you think I don’t feel anything for you.” The realisation blossoming in his mind is beautiful to watch.

“You… you feel the same?” Jack asks faintly, and Gabriel scoffs.

“Even Ana noticed what was going on. What about Vincent though?”

Jack looks confused. “What about him?”

Gabriel is staring at him. He was joking earlier, but maybe there is some memory damage or something. “You’re his boyfriend? You wanted to go home with him? I thought you were moving in together.”

Jack stares at him like he’s the one who’s being ridiculous. “Vincent and I broke up a month ago.”

“What.” Gabriel stares at him. How had he possibly missed that?

“I only spoke to Ana, and she wanted to tell you straight away for some reason…” It’s satisfying in the most frustrating way to watch realisation settle on his face. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” Gabriel echoes, disbelief on his face. What an idiot. Why did he have to fall in love with such an idiot.

“No, but I knew you’d have been too sympathetic and close, and I couldn’t have handled that when I was already heartbroken!”

“So when you said you wanted to come home with me…”

Jack looks at him nervously. “I did mean you.”

“And the other thing?”

Jack licks his lips nervously. Gabriel can’t look away. “Yeah, that too.”

Gabriel leans forward and kisses him. It’s warm and slow and relief and ‘you absolute dumbass’, a knot slowly coming undone in his lower abdomen which he didn’t realise had been there for so long. Jack responds eventually, shakily placing a hand behind Gabriel’s head to deepen the kiss. He’s warm under Gabriel, and he has to brace himself on the bed with his hands so as not to lean on broken ribs.

They have to breathe eventually, and Gabriel stares at Jack, lips red and cheeks flushed. He notices now a small mole hidden just above his left eyebrow and raises a finger to stroke it without realising.

“You’re an idiot.” He idly comments.

Jack grins bashfully. “I know. But I’m your idiot, if you’ll have me.”

He tries to ignore the grip around his heart. “Does that mean I have to keep carrying your ass out of danger?”

Jack flashes him a boyish grin, and Gabriel feels dizzy for a moment. “Only if you want to.”

“Good thing you have a nice ass,” he grumbles, and Jack beams back at him like he’s smiling at the sun.

#reaper76week #r76 #day 2: keep yourself alive #omnic crisis #overwatch #ow #fanfiction #jack morrison #gabriel reyes #graphic injury description #first kiss #gabe sweetie im so sorry you gotta deal with this bs

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Reaper76 Week, Day One: We Can Be Heroes

--We Can Be Heroes / SEP--

“I need a hero to save me now~” Gabriel sang as he worked out with a punching bag.

“No wonder everyone calls you edgelord.” Jack said from the doorway.

The two met when SEP started and have been inseparable since. Neither would forget tripping over themselves to get to the first meeting they would both be late to. Both of them tugging at each other to hurry the fuck up or else they’d be booted out before they even started. Turns out, all they had to do was run laps. Sure they were exhausted but it was better than leaving. Without any words they started sitting with each other during meal times and took care of each other after the other’s bout of injections. They talked about everything, from where they grew up to their loved ones at home waiting for them. Parents, siblings, friends.

Lovers.

Jack caught on before Gabriel did about their attraction to one another. He didn’t and wouldn’t say anything. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them or who they had waiting back home. Vincent, he guessed, wouldn’t be mad per say. He’d just be very upset.

Sofia was Gabriel’s lover and father of her child. That definitely wouldn’t be fair to her or their kid. Gabriel always pulled pictures out when he could which in turn made Jack pull out his to brag with as much enthusiasm.

When left alone, all of it got to him and left him more alone than before he found Vincent.

He really wished he could talk to his boyfriend.

“What? Because I listen to Skillet? Fuck you, Jackie. Their music is classic.” Just to prove his point, he began the refrain of the song; all parts included. “I need a hero to save me now. I need a hero, save me now! I need a hero to save my life! A hero'll save me, just in time~” He used the punching bag as emphasis on each line.

Jack rolled his eyes and held the punching bag still, joining in since he knows he lost. “Who's gonna fight for what's right? Who's gonna help us survive? We're in the fight of our lives, and we're not ready to die~”

“Who's gonna fight for the weak? Who's gonna make 'em believe? I've got a hero, I've got a hero, livin' in me~” Gabriel punched with each word that came out of his mouth. He had to believe in what they were doing here. SEP would make them stronger, faster, and better than most soldiers. He couldn’t think on what the consequences or the possible outcomes.

Jack knew Gabriel’s thoughts as they were his own. The thought of dying while here almost made him want to quit but then. Then he looked at Gabriel and he realized he would die for this man. Just like he would die for Vincent. That made him dangerous should Gabriel’s life ever be threatened. Either now while they were still in SEP or after when they were allowed to fight in a war they would be prepared for. “I'm gonna fight for what's right! Today I'm speaking my mind! And if it kills me tonight, I will be ready to die~”

As Jack sang the last of it, Gabriel broke the punching bag by punching through it. Witnessing it made Jack regret finishing the song. He caught Gabriel as his knees buckled. Gabriel was panting but otherwise seemed fine. Could it be a sign maybe he felt more than just attraction towards Jack? The possibility made him pause to think.

Only a hand cupping his face broke his concentration, diverting it back to Gabriel. Gabriel who was leaning into him, more than he should as friends; Jack wasn’t complaining in the slightest. “I won’t lose you, Jackie. Come hell or high water, we’ll stick by each other and save one another from this. We have each other at the very least and our friends and family in spirit. We’ll be okay, Jackie.”

Jack sighed with fondness. Only Gabriel. “Alright, come on. You exhausted yourself and broke my favorite punching bag, which we need to tell the CO about if we want a new one. Lest the other guys and gals get pissed too.”

“Hm.” Gabriel followed Jack, a little winded but nothing sleep and a good meal wouldn’t fix. “I’ll leave you to it then, shall I?”

“Right, sure. You get your sleepy ass to bed. On my way to my room I’ll see if I can find him and tell him what happened.” Jack walked him to his quarters, making sure he didn’t fall over or pass out. The door opened before Gabriel could even use his code. His roommate peeking out and seeing the two of them. They rolled their eyes and walked back into the room, leaving the door open for them. “Go on, Gabriel. We’ll see each other in the morning.”

“Gabe, Jackie. It’s Gabe.” At Jack’s surprised look he cocked a grin, loving he caught his friend off guard. “My friends call me Gabe. Only strangers and my abuela call me Gabriel. Remember that.”

“Don’t forget your adoring fans are also going to call you Gabriel.”

“Adoring fans?”

“When we’re heroes, Gabe.”

Gabriel grinned at that, at the idea of having adoring fans thank him for everything he’d done. Not a bad thought at all.

“Oh great. He’s going to let it go to his head. Nice job, Jackie.” His roommate rolled their eyes, thinking it would be hell for the rest of the night now that Gabriel thought he’d be an unforgettable hero.

“Hey, hey, whoa.” Gabriel put himself between his roommate and Jack. “I only get to call him Jackie, Tali.” He puffed out his chest and stood in the doorway so they couldn’t see Jack.

“Fine, fine.” Rolling her eyes again and waving him off, they locked eyes with Jack. “I’m this ingrate’s roommate, Talisman. But you can call me Tali. We’re gonna get along great.”

Jack shook his head when the two started arguing just for the sake of it. He didn’t say goodnight, knowing he’d see the two in the morning, which he knew would be an adventure in itself.

#reaper76week #reaper76 #reaper76week2019 #jack morrison #gabriel reyes #we can be heroes #inspired by a skillet song #who knew it was coming yeah?#i sure as hell didnt #r76week #day one of r76 week

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strikecommanding · 6 years

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HEYO! loving this blog. I look at it almost daily because fuck yeah. So, can we pretty please get poly!reaper76 reacting to a S/O acting differently with Gabe? S/O loves them both equally, but they are so much more playful with Gabe who is hella charming. They joke more, smile more, and make more funny comments to Gabe than they do with Jack. Is Jack okay with it since he is stricter? Does he resent Gabe?

You’re submissive to the both of them but there are differences in how you behave with them individually. Gabe has a dry sense of humor that makes you laugh and he has an easygoing air to him that puts you at ease. While being in a relationship with him certainly has more than enough room for intensity and more sensual moments, he generally prefers to keep things light. On the other hand, Jack has a tendency to hold onto all of his stress from work and bring it home with him. Rather than put you at ease, he seems to rely on you to help him unwind and relax. He can be rough around the edges and his moods make him liable to snap at you, which drives you more towards Gabe.

Jack might be so deep in his own work that he won’t even notice your preferences, but if he should take issue with it he’ll work with Gabe to correct your behavior. He doesn’t necessarily need you to laugh and joke around with him as he’s a bit of a serious man to begin with, but he needs to know that you aren’t playing favorites. Maybe he’ll ask Gabe to leave you both every once in a while so you’ll have no choice but to turn to Jack for companionship. He’s still intense in these moments but he is softer, demanding but more like a lover and not a drill sergeant. He reminds you very firmly that he’s a part of this relationship too.

#ask #anonymous #mine #yandere!jack morrison #yandere!gabriel reyes

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neonganymede · 6 years

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If your still accepting the prompts 23 and 39 for Reaper76

I really wanted to write some fluff for these two because everything always comes out so angsty, so I hope this is okay! Thank you!

23. “Tell me what you did. Please, I can help if you just tell me.”

39. “It is so difficult to love you, but it is so worth it.”

Jack woke to the feel ofstrong arms and thighs wrapping around him. He sighed contentedly, the slide ofskin on skin sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. Completely pinned by thewelcoming weight of heavy limbs, all he could do was settle closer, his nosetucked right under his partner’s chin.

For all intents andpurposes, it was Jack’s day off. He had a meeting to attend around ten, but therest of the day could be spent as he pleased. It had been so long since hislast day off, he’d almost forgotten what it was like to have time to himself.His plans were to go to the meeting, come back to his room, and spend the restof the day tangled up in bedsheets and his boyfriend.

And Jack—well, he needed this. Usually, his job as StrikeCommander didn’t bother him. He liked fighting to keep the peace they’d workedso hard to get, but it could all become a little… much after some time. He needed to recharge, just relax and let theease of laziness weigh him down until the job didn’t overwhelm him anymore.

And if he and Gabrielmanaged to have the same day off, then Jack got to recharge in more ways thanone.

Jack pressed a long, sweetkiss to Gabriel’s throat, still sated and heavy with sleep. He knew he shouldsee how much time he had until he needed to leave the comfort of their bed, buthe didn’t think he’d be able to move at all, with the way Gabe pinned him.Gabriel was already built like a tank, but asleep? He might as well be all deadweight.

Not that Jack minded much.He liked the way Gabriel felt, all heavy limbs and soft noises. Jack settleback in, ready to sleep until his alarm sounded.

“Jack,” Gabe murmuredquietly, almost tentatively. Jack stiffened at the sound; Gabe sounded afraidin a way that Jack hadn’t heard in a long time. He tried to sit up, get a goodlook at his face, but Gabriel held him down as easily as if Jack were a child.“Jack, I did something bad.”

“What is it?” When Gabesaid nothing, Jack kissed his neck again, trying to ease him. “Tell me what you did.”

“You’re not gonna be happyabout it,” Gabriel muttered, lifting his chin a bit to give Jack more space.Smiling a little, Jack took the bait, moving his mouth along the dark expanseof Gabriel’s throat until Gabe shivered.

“Please, I can help if you just tell me,” Jack continued to reason,finally able to lean his head back and see Gabe’s face. He saw guilt butnothing that might cause too much worry. He leaned up to kiss Gabe’s mouth,slide his tongue along Gabe’s lip until he opened up. Jack leaned against himfor leverage, chasing the stale taste of sleep on his tongue and pulling backwhen Gabriel pushed into him. “Please, Gabe. Tell me what you did.”

Gabe huffed, his headflopping back to land on the pillow. “Remember the meeting today? The onlything you have to do on your day off?”

“Yes?” Jack confirmedslowly, already having a bad feeling about this.

“Well, your alarm went offa few hours ago,” Gabe mumbled, quiet with shame.

Jack sat up a bit, eyeswidening slowly. “What?”

“Yeah.” Gabe reached ahand up to rub at the back of his neck. “You didn’t wake up, so I just turnedit off.”

“Gabriel! A few hoursago?!” Jack began to disentangle himself from the trap of blanket andboyfriend. He reached over for his phone to confirm that yes, his alarm hadgone off roughly three hours ago, and yes, Gabriel had just turned it off. “Why didn’t you wake meup?”

Gabriel didn’t give him ananswer, just stared up at their ceiling like it was the most interesting thinghe’d ever seen. With a groan of frustration, Jack stumbled out of the bed andbegan looking for his clothes. Those seemed to be missing, though, so he turnedan accusatory stare onto Gabriel again.

“Where’s my uniform?”

“You really think I wasworried about where I was throwing your uniform? I had other things on my mindlast night.” Gabriel’s dark eyes bore into his, a challenging eyebrow raised.As if asking, Why weren’t you paying attention? It’s your damn uniform,Jackie.

“I told you I needed itfor this morning.”

Scoffing, Gabe glared backup at the ceiling. “It’s your damn day off! You deserve a break every now andthen, too. Why are they making you go to some dumb as fuck meeting, anyway?They’ll probably just tell you all of the same shit they did at the lastmeeting.”

“I’m Strike Commander,Gabriel!” Jack began to deflate some. He couldn’t really blame Gabriel whenthey’d hardly had any time together lately. With a sigh, he crossed back overto the bed and sat down, reaching over to take Gabe’s hand. “I don’t get thesame luxuries that everyone else does. You already know that.”

Gabe pulled his hand away.“Your uniform’s in the bathroom. Better go make an appearance before you get introuble, pretty boy.”

“Keep calling a mansomething like that, and he could get an ego.”

“You already have an ego.No stopping it now.” Gabe shrugged a little, but Jack saw his sad, good-naturedsmile and knew he wasn’t really mad. He lifted a hand and waved it at Jack,trying to shoo him away. “Go on, get out of here. Go make the world a betterplace. I’ll still be here when you get back.”

The resignation inGabriel’s voice clenched around Jack’s heart. He checked his phone again. Two hourslate for the meeting. He’d already have to hear hell about being late… Hesmiled a little, tossing his phone back down onto the beside table. Gabrieldidn’t look at him, pretending to be less bothered by this whole thing than heactually was.

When Jack fell back ontothe bed, Gabriel did look. He sat up,an eyebrow raised at Jack, who shrugged. He tried not to grin at Gabe’sdumbfounded stare but failed completely.

“I figure if I’m alreadylate, what’s the point in going?” Jack scooted over until he could wrap himselfaround Gabe again, fingertips digging into hard muscle as he dragged Gabriel’sarms around him again. “Besides, it’s my day off.”

Gabriel laughed, shakinghis head in disbelief. He rolled on top of Jack, caging him between strong armsand thighs, and Jack couldn’t think of a place he’d rather be. “You’re a painin my ass, you know that?”

“Usually, you’re a pain inmine.” Jack wiggled his eyebrowssuggestively.

Gabe shook his head, sighingin disappointment and disbelief. “It is so difficult to love you.”

Jack grinned and slid hishand around the back of Gabriel’s neck, urging him down for a kiss. “Yeah?There better be a but after that,Reyes.”

Gabriel kissed him, softly,tenderly, the way men of blood and war didn’t kiss. He kissed him slowly, as ifthey had all the time in the world and not just this day. He kissed him sosenseless that Jack couldn’t even think to be embarrassed when Gabe encourageda moan from his throat. All he could think was how he wanted more. Everything Gabriel had to offer him, and he’d give everything backin return.

He really didn’t need tohear it when Gabe pulled back to give him the but he’d demanded. Already, Jack was pulling him back in for anotherkiss, but he still got to taste those words as they left Gabriel’s tongue in anardent whisper.

“But it is so worth it.”

Six words never tastedsweeter.

#reaper76 #r76 #overwatch #writing prompt #fluff #Anonymous

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rins-overwatch-imagines-blog · 5 years

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My Rules

Here’s just a basic set of rules I ask you to follow when considering sending in an ask to me. You don’t necessarily have to follow all of them, I just ask that you be courteous and respect what I’m comfortable or not comfortable with.

My Number 1 Rule: This bog accepts NSFW asks so I ask that you be older than 18 if you’re going to read them. I will allow you to follow me if you’re still underage but that’s only because I do post a lot of cute fluffy things as well, and all my adult content is hidden under a cut. If I find out that you’re underage and are here for adult content though, you will be blocked. That being said, lets get on with the guidelines.

General Rules:

I accept asks for male, female, or gender neutral readers, although if you don’t specify in your ask, I’ll always write the reader as gender neutral.

Please do not message me asking for updates on your ask. I work a full-time job from home and have a puppy I’m training as well so this blog is the last of my priorities and is managed for fun. If you hound me about how far I am in completing your request, I’ll just delete it. However, if you sent in a request and think I may not have received it, you are allowed to ask me if it went through. Just don’t be annoying about it.

If you want headcanons for one character, I’ll make a post with 5 paragraphs for the prompt. If you want headcanons for more than three characters, I’ll write 3 paragraphs each, and if you want headcanons for five or more characters, I’ll write 2 paragraphs each.

If you want me to write an entire fic for you it will (1) take longer to fill than a regular ask and (2) is limited to one character, or two if you want it to be a poly ship.

If you want me to write yourself or a character into a fic, all I ask is that you send me a detailed description of either you or your character. I am not comfortable writing anything NSFW with you and another character though, so if you want a NSFW fic that isn’t a generic x reader format, you have to send me an OC, not an actual person.

Topics I Will NOT Write For:

Please note I’m open to writing just about anything, and will do research on a topic if I don’t know much about it, but there are still some things I am not at all open to researching, writing about, or posting, and if you send me an ask with something that violates this, it will be deleted.

Any illegal sexual acts including but not limited to: rape, pedophilia, incest, necrophilia, statutory rape, forced sex, etc..

Any sexual acts involving non-sexual bodily fluids including but not limited to: scat, piss, vore, gore, blood (to some extent), open wounds, cannibalism, etc..

Any kind of abusive relationship trope like “Yandere” or “Tsundere” dynamics.

Anything involving a character being Alpha/Beta/Omega verse-related, simply because I’ve tried to research the topic but still don’t know enough about it to write anything that could suit your needs or wants.

Characters I Write For:

Ana Amari | “Ana”

Elizabeth Caledonia | “Ashe”

Bastion | “Bastion” (see below)

B.O.B. | “B.O.B.” (see below)

Brigitte Lindholm | “Brigitte”

Hana Song | “D.Va”

Akande Ogundimu | “Doomfist”

Genji Shimada | “Genji”

Hanzo Shimada | “Hanzo”

Lucio Correia dos Santos | “Lucio”

Jesse McCree | “McCree”

Mei-Ling Zhou | “Mei”

Angela Ziegler | “Mercy”

Moira O’Deorain | “Moira”

Orisa | “Orisa| (see below)

Fareeha Amari | “Pharah”

Gabriel Reyes | “Reaper”

Reinhardt Wilhelm | “Reinhardt”

Mako Rutledge | “Roadhog”

Jack Morrison | “Soldier: 76″ (see below)

Olivia Colomar | “Sombra”

Satya Vaswani | “Symmetra”

Torbjorn Lindholm | “Torbjorn”

Lena Oxton | “Tracer” (see below)

Amelie Lacroix | “Widowmaker”

Winston | “Winston” (see below)

Aleksandra Zaryanova | “Zarya”

Tekhartha Zenyatta | “Zenyatta” (see below)

When it comes to Bastion, B.O.B., Orisa, Winston, and Zenyatta, I will not write anything NSFW or relationship-pertaining. These characters are listed because I will write for them, but only when it involves general interaction with the reader for example, “Can I request something with Winston where he helps the reader repair a piece of their equipment.” Anything that isn’t strictly platonic is off-limits and will be deleted. On the topic of Tracer and Soldier: 76 however, because it has been canonically confirmed that Tracer currently has a girlfriend and 76 has had a boyfriend in the past, but neither have been confirmed as strictly lesbian/gay, bi, pan, etc, I am willing to write them with male, female, or gender neutral readers, but that does not mean I see them as such, and if any ask for them makes me at all uncomfortable, I have the right to delete it as I would any other.

Overwatch OCs I Will Write For:

On the topic of OCs, I am very much into them and would love to hear about or help you with yours, (so feel free to send me a message about it if you want!) and I am also willing to write asks with them given I have enough information about them, and given their original creator has personally given me permission. So far the only OCs I am comfortable writing are my own, which are as follows:

Callen Irving | “Rebound” by @irish-trash-cash (me)

Halis Kader | “Paragon” by @irish-trash-cash (me)

Finally for those of you who may want to send in an ask for two characters shipped together but don’t know what I’m comfortable with- I’ll write just about any ship so long as it follows the rules listed above. That being said, here’s a list (in no particular order) of my favorite canon character ships that I’m always more than happy to write for, as well as the ship names I recognize them by:

Mercy x Genji | “Gency”

Hanzo x McCree | “McHanzo”

Zarya x Mei | “IceBear”

Ashe x Being an Independent Woman

Mercy x Moira | “MercyKill”

D.Va x Brigitte | “Mekanic”

Pharah x Mercy | “Pharmercy”

Reaper x Soldier: 76 | “Reaper76″

Genji x McCree | “McGenji”

Symmetra x Sombra | “Symmbra”

You x Getting hit by a car on Oasis

D.Va x Lucio | “BunnyRibbit”

Reinhardt x Ana | “AnaHardt”

Sombra x D.Va | “CyBunny”

To conclude this long-ass post I just want to state again that if you send in an ask that breaks any of the rules or regulations, it will be deleted without hesitation, and any repeated offenses will result in you/your IP being blocked from the blog.

#overwatch fanfiction #overwatch headcanons #overwatch imagines #overwatch x reader #overwatch asks #rules list

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clareguilty · 5 years

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New Fic!

Making Love at Midnight in the Dunes of the Cape is live on AO3!

Summary:

Injection day is tomorrow, and Jack desperately wants to tire himself out so that he can sleep. Gabe finally puts down his coloring book to help him out.

This is a Reaper76 SEP era fic! Jack and Gabe are such sweeties and they love each other very much! Word Count: 2115 Rating: Mature

Please forgive the Rupert Holmes reference. Escape (The Pina Colada song) is one of my favorites and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. I blame Fall Out Boy and Panic! At the Disco for my penchant for obscenely long mouthful titles.

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“Where do you wanna go for vacation when we get out?” He asked, shoving two squares of dark chocolate and caramel into his cheeks like some kind of genetically modified space hamster or something.

“I want to get a cabin in the middle of nowhere. As far away from civilization as possible.” Gabe mused, chewing absently on the end of his yellow colored pencil. “Just the two of us for days on end, no one to bother us and no obligations.”

Jack blew a raspberry and rolled off the couch. “That’s what we’ve been doing for months. Waiting around with nothing to do, all by ourselves. Are you sure you don’t want to show off your new super soldier muscles on some tropical beach somewhere? See if we can still get drunk off of fruity blended drinks? Hit up some noisy club filled with teenagers who don’t know there’s a war going on?”

“You make a good point.” Gabe shrugged as he went back to his crude coloring page. Jack had moved to stand behind him, throwing his arms around his commander’s neck and nuzzling into his shoulder.

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youngster-monster · 5 years

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he wips too many for he gotdamn free time (send help)

do you like my writing? do you have Opinions™? then boy do i have something for you

i have too many fucking things to write! and not a lot of time! or motivation! art school is physically killing me and i’m just standing around all like ‘i don’t know which wip to work on first so i’m not gonna work on any of them’ and then i go play destiny 2 or some shit

but look at the clock — that’s right. it’s Democracy O’Clock. time to vote my lil’ buddies. tell me which wip i should work on in the tags/reply/by ask/instant messages/pigeon mail, whatever works for you

Please Help Me

list of my wips under the cut

world of warcraft

cardinal sins, deadly virtues - kael’thas/illidan

remember that ‘kael’thas is a patient man’ peace talks au thing i wrote a while back? let’s make it longer. let’s make him punch illidan in the face. they’ll both love it i promise.

insom(a)nia/blind faith - kael’thas/illidan

monachopsis’ next part. kind of a filler: what happened between w3 and burning crusade (or rather, the illidan novel), the growing relationship between the two, illidan’s trauma and kael’s grief, etc.

i love you (despite the warning signs) - falric/malwyn

dear god i still haven’t finished this. so: the last chapters of this one-week challenge that i still haven’t finished. i’m so sorry.

dead friendship - one-sided arthas/kael’thas, kael’thas & sylvanas

kael’thas meets arthas as a child and they are friends for most of their life, arthas arboring a strong but hopeless crush on the elven prince. when he goes all lich-king, instead of fighting illidan, arthas immediately kills kael and raises him as a death knight, ripping his soul/spirit out and binding it to an amulet. kael’thas goes years as a mindless servant of the lich king, until arthas is defeated and sylvanas finds an amulet bearing his face on a beach.

ft. your friendly neighbouring ghost kael’thas haunting sylvanas into helping him, arthas being a Creepy Motherfucker, and undead bullshittery (including but not limited to: having to sew back one’s beheaded head every other day, tactical dismemberment)

fake dating au - kael’thas/illidan

modern au. magic professors kael’thas and illidan are great friends, so when malfurion drops by on a surprise visit, pretending they’re married sound like a fun way to get back at him. obviously, it gets out of hands.

gladiator pain - kael’thas/illidan

named this way because every time i try to write this i either lose motivation or everything i’ve written and everything hurts.

in an alternate universe where the kaldorei are a continent-wide empire and the blood elves are not considered worthy of citizenship, a mysterious fighter enters the yearly Elune Tournament, which guarantees its winner a single favor from Empress Azshara — whatever it might be. ft. politics, way too many fighting scenes, illidan trying to make everyone’s life a little worse for knowing him, fantasy racism.

kingdom hearts

cut your faves - vanitas/riku

riku loses an arm. vanitas is given the mission to use his vulnerability to seduce him to the dark side, and ends up being the one who’s seduced into changing his ways. it’s literally just pure hurt/comfort and fluff. also, riku being a badass and vanitas being the worst kind of stray cat in the world (but only metaphorically)

referee au - vanitas/riku

professional football/soccer au where vanitas tries to fuck riku into turning a blind eye to his Extremely Bad Sport Practice. does it work? no. is it an opportunity for porn? you bet your ass it is.

medical malpractice - vanitas/riku

after the Big Showdown, vanitas kind of tags along/stalks the keyblade wielders. this is just a Very Long story about his and riku’s reluctant partnership, then friendship, then romance, along with a Metric Shitton of kingdom hearts headcanons

devil may cry

devil will cry - dante/doomguy

the marine comes back to earth. dante flirts shamelessly and ends up pinned to a wall but like, in a sexy way not a rip-and-tear way

nephilim au - dante/nero

nero isn’t half-demon: he’s half-angel. it’s literally just a wingfic. with eldritch angels. and grooming.

a demon by any other name - dante/nero

dante woos nero, the demon way. meanwhile, nero tries to be the kind of guy dante would be into. mutual pinning, just two bi idiots trying to seduce each other.

[vampire killer playing in the distance] - dante/nero

nero is a vampire. that’s it. that’s the plot.

i will fear the night again - v/nero

pure angst. summon too many demons and you get burned: v gets possessed and nero has to deal with it.

vvoice - v/nero

five times v’s voice had some kind of effect on nero, and one time he took full advantage of it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

overwatch

wanted - john morrison/gabriel reyes

god i’m so sorry. this has been a wip for more than a year. i have 15k of the second chapter written and it’s still far from done. i need to finish this shit.

but yeah police au reaper76. it’s a thing.

dear evan hansen

the blank page - connor/evan

a fusion with a french one-shot comic. evan wakes up one day without any memory of who he is as a person. connor ends up trying to help him remember. friendship is magic and so is this amnesia because no one knows how the brain works and especially not me

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chilliebean5 · 6 years

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Fictober Day 15: “I thought you had forgotten.”

Rating: Teen and up

Fandom: Overwatch

Characters: Jesse McCree, Ana Amari

Warnings: Mild language, implied Reaper76

Words: 1097

Jesse had to see them with his own two eyes to believe it.

News reached the base exactly two minutes before the shuttle arrived, letting them know that ‘two former comrades were coming home.’

Now, that could have been anyone. Some higher-up in Overwatch, coming out of retirement. Friends he’d made, other agents like Lena. He certainly didn’t expect anyone from Blackwatch, not when he was certain most of them jumped ship with Gabe and joined Talon.

He definitely did not expect the thought-dead Jack Morrison and Ana Amari.

Winston let the cat out of the bag after Genji pestered him for names. Genji was excited, honestly, standing next to Winston to greet them. Jesse watched from afar, saw Morrison step out first, then Ana. Ever the marksman, she singled him out, knew exactly where he was standing, and Jesse gave her a tip of his hat before turning his back on them.

He blew off steam at the training range first, imagining Morrison’s face on every bot, using them as a conduit to shed off that excess anger. How was it fair that Jack ‘died’ in the same explosion that got Gabe, and Jack comes back here and Gabe’s labelled a fucking terrorist?

It’s not fair. But there’s nothing Jesse can do about that, and he can’t exactly avoid Morrison for however long he’s here. Good thing he’s got the training range and a whole mountain of ammo waiting to be used.

When he finished at the training range, no longer feeling like he needed to punch the wall, he cleaned his gun. He knew Ana would find him eventually, and a part of him was glad she didn’t see just how pissed off he was on the range. But even as he meticulously cleaned every part, spent so long the smell of the gun oil was trapped in his nostrils, Ana didn’t show.

When she did, though, it was probably at his best, when he was sitting on the cliffs, watching the sunset while drinking from his flask. She approached silently, sitting down next to him, and didn't’ say anything until Jesse was good and ready.

“Seems like no one stays dead anymore,” he murmurs, turning to face her, and when she looks at him, arms outstretched, he embraces her.

“You look well,” Ana says, “though skinnier than I remember.”

Jesse tries to laugh, but it comes out more like a choked sob. “I missed you,” he whispers.

“I know,” she replies, pulling away and cupping his face, studying him. “You do look well. Older, a little more worn,” she says, thumb tracing the scar over his lips. She huffs a little laugh. “I was glad when Fareeha told me you had rejoined. I lost tabs on you for a while and did fear the worst.”

“Had to go deep underground,” he replies, sitting back when her hands fall from his face. He looks at his flask, thumbing over the inscription, G.R. “After the train robbery. Too many people saw my face.”

“But at least you are here.”

Jesse hums, taking a swig and offering it to Ana. She takes it, gives it a smell before taking a quick swig herself, looking at the inscription and handing the flask back.

“Jesse, I need to tell you something.”

“Gabe,” he guesses, huffing a laugh when she nods. “Paid me a visit ‘bout a month ago. Lured me, if I’m being honest, but saw him face to face.”

“And you know what he has become?”

“Yup.” He sighs, takes another swig. “Almost killed me,” he murmurs, looking at her. “Don’t know why he didn’t. I was there, and he stopped—” he huffs. A month, and he is still trying to wrap his head around what happened. “I suppose I hurt him enough that he retreated, but I shot him in the chest, twice in the head and he didn’t stop, not until the third one. Whatever he is, he ain’t human anymore.”

“That much is obvious,” Ana says, holding out her hand, and Jesse hands her the flask. “He took a shot at Jack, tried to kill me.”

“Fuck,” Jesse murmurs. “Having a go at me is fair game. I left him. But Jack? They loved each other.”

“They did.”

“And fuck him for taking a shot at you,” he says, anger trying to rear its head before reigning himself in.

“I saved Jack’s life, got in the way of their reunion. It was hardly a surprise.”

Jesse can’t help but smile, and with it those last lingering hints of anger disappear. “Always the troublemaker.”

“I sure am,” she says, taking a swig. “I’m surprised you didn’t lash out at him, if I’m being honest.”

“Jack?” Jesse takes the flask when it’s offered, and Ana nods. “I remember when I joined Blackwatch. Met you and Jack for the first time. Military brass, both of whom weren’t too pleased I’d been picked up and offered this chance of a lifetime. Jack looked down his nose at me, gave Gabe this look, like ‘you better not fuck this up’...” He chuckles. “Knew at that moment that Jack and Gabe were a little more than friends. But you… You never lashed out, never showed me any disrespect. Treated me as an equal despite my past. I asked you about it, and you know what you said? ‘You’re not defined by the person in your past, but it is not enough to forget them, either. Embrace it, use it to better yourself and become the person you want to be.’”

“I thought you had forgotten…” she whispers, eye welling with tears.

Jesse smiles, holds back a tide of emotion as he wraps an arm around Ana’s shoulders and holds her close. “You’d think I’d ever forget those words of wisdom from the great Ana Amari? Never. I repeat those words whenever I’m at a crossroads, whenever I think I’m slipping back into that person I was. Gotta say though, it took losing you and Gabe for it to really sink in.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you—”

“Don’t,” Jesse says, shaking his head. “I get it, you had your reasons. Did Ree know?”

“Only recently.”

“She can keep a damn good secret. I had no idea.”

“She is my daughter, after all,” Ana chuckles.

Jesse hums, and they fall into a comfortable silence. They watch the last lingering hints of the sun on the horizon, and when it finally disappears, Jesse can’t help but smile. Having Ana here, knowing she’s alive... His whole world just got a little bit brighter.

#Fictober18 #Day 15: I thought you had forgotten #Jesse McCree #Ana Amari #Overwatch #Post-Recall #Chilliebean writes #my fic

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lilized · 6 years

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Reaper76 SummerEvent-Music

A shutout to @w4nderingstarfanfics in honor of whom I called Gabe’s sister Luciana.

And to @ufficiosulretro who sat down on the bed with me talking about the prompts and basically came up with this hilarious idea.

love you!

“You play?”

John “Call me Jack” Morrison nudged his head toward the guitar in the corner. Despite Gabe’s best efforts -because he hadn’t signed up for an experimental military program to make friends, thank you very much - the guy had grown on him.

Like mold.

Blonde, bright-eyed, beautifully sculpted mold.

That was the only reason he didn’t shut down completely at that line of inquiry.

The usual pang that accompanied the memory of Luciana was still there but instead of changing the subject he felt compelled to share it. Gabriel suspected the SEP’s drugs were frying his brain.

“Not really.” He grabbed it and went back sitting on the floor of their room next to Jack. “My sister played, she went to music school and everything. She tried to teach me a couple of things when we were younger but I never had the patience to learn more than the basics.”

He wished he applied more, that he listened to her more. At least he could have played in her memory instead of letting the guitar collect dust.

“She loved playing at parties, on the beach, even on the street a couple of times. Mom grounded her for weeks for that stunt.” The half laugh that escaped from him was bittersweet.

Jack knew that half of Gabriel’s family died when the Omnics attacked Los Angeles, he had told him as much despite the fact that he had never spoken of it with anyone else outside family since it happened. Because, again, drugs. Gabriel was sticking to that story.

“She sounds amazing.” Their shoulders brushed against one another. Jack’s low husky voice felt like he was draping a blanket over him. “She was.” Gabriel took a deep breath and shook his head and his sadness with it. “Want to learn? I could teach you.”

Jack blushed “Well, actually, I–”

Gabriel didn’t wait for him to finish and laid the guitar in his lap and then moved behind him. Jack scooted over to make space for Gabe with a choked sound. His cheeks flushed harder. Gabriel couldn’t help but be a bit pleased by the reaction.

When he spoke his breath was close enough to tingle Jack’s ear.

“Keep your hand relaxed.” He said as he gently took Jack’s hand and placed the right fingers on the strings. Jack shuddered.

Guitar lessons to seduce someone? Luciana would be so proud.

Not that he liked Jack or anything.

Three years later found the newly formed Overwatch Strike Team enjoying one of the rare days of quiet. The first in too many months. They lazed all day on the beach and when it turned dark they got a bonfire going.

Ana had insisted they brought his guitar, even if she knew he was still horrible at playing it.

“I’ll play it.” Jack - his wonderful savior - said when Ana tried to thrust the guitar in his face for the fourth time. Sun had turned his pale skin gold, his blonde hair even blonder and sprinkled freckles all over his nose.

He was beautiful. Though in all fairness, he would have been handsome even if he had forgotten the sunscreen and got bright pink and sunburnt like Reinhardt. At least the man had learned not even a crusader could, in fact, just prevail a sunstroke by sheer force of will.

Gabe mouthed ‘I love you’ and Jack gave him a mischievous smirk.

He couldn’t quite understand why until Jack long fingers started to dance on the strings of the guitar with more skill that Gabe could ever hope to achieve. Gabe looked at him dumbfounded, he had the horrible feeling his mouth was hanging open. He knew for a fact that Jack didn’t own a guitar, and he wouldn’t dare touch Luciana’s without Gabriel’s permission, because he knew better. So how the hell had he practiced so much? And when would he find the time, anyway? They barely had any time to sleep!

It was an upbeat folksy song, and Jack sang along his own music. When the song ended, their friends clapped excitedly.

“Jack,” Ana said, “You never said you were a musician!”

“Nobody ever guesses I was into the music club in High school, they always assume I was into sports for some reason.”

The devious little liar. Now the secret of how Jack could spend their “lessons” just staring at Gabriel’s lips instead of listening to him and still be great at replicate whatever Gabriel had shown was pretty much solved.

“I really loved learning.” Jack had the gall to wink at him. “I had a great teacher.”

Gabe lips twitched into a smile despite himself and gave Jack a hot look that made very clear he would get back at him for his silly charade once they were alone.

Jack grinned, blew him a kiss, and started playing again.

In memory of my brother, Antonio. Who played the guitar drunk off his ass at every barbecue, loved life more than any person I ever met and would have turned 37 in three days.

#reaper76 #r76 #reaper76summerevent #jack morrison #gabriel reyes #the one inspired by Gabriel's line in retribution in which he admits he can't play an instrument #this is the last one i wrote so far #hope to squeeze in another one but don't hold your breath #im in a dark mood #sorry for the bummer at the end #my writing

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