HERO // HORROR

gabriel reyes / reaper // overwatch

[backinblackwatch]

"gabe look!" walks over wearing one of gabe's own hoodies and a pair of jeans. "we match! -- oh wait wait wait - " makes a valiant attempt at mimicing his natural bitch face, arms crossing. too bad jack can't keep a straight face for long, back to beaming in no time. "okay but this is really comfortable, i'm jealous. do you ever wear shirts under your hoodies? i'm not. this is so comfortable." [jack] // @spendourlives​

AT ATTENTION CALLED HE TURNS ,  & what he hadn’t been expecting - rather , PREPARED - to find is JACK dressed in HIS hoodie--- it’s a view that COMES for his HEART with no pretense of MERCY------

jack’s saying something , he recognizes when gaze flits from chest to mouth - a placement just as dangerous - but the words don’t REGISTER from beneath the sudden & surprising surge of... AROUSAL-LACED ATTRACTION that SEARS through his blood ; he’s stuck in between wanting to get jack out of his sweatshirt & never letting him take it off .

---he notes the MIMICRY the strike commander tries to paint , & for that brief moment do gabe’s brows FURROW from prior HEIGHTENED position, a SCOWL deepening across the blackwatch commander’s face - but the AGGRAVATION isn’t entirely of teasing treatment , & more that jack’s TAUNTING him , speaking now on being SHIRTLESS beneath the hoodie .

bastard KNOWS what he’s doing , HAS TO , certainly MUST know well-enough the effect he’s got on his subordinate , but... TACT , & a certain PRESENTATION is demanded of them when out in the OPEN HALLWAYS---leaders , they are , & it would send the kind of message they haven’t yet DISCUSSED if he were to shove jack up against the wall & silence his teases by busying his mouth with better things .

          ---STILL , in rapid-fire spanish & beneath his breath ,                GLOWER still adamantly upon his face , gabe returns in low GROWL :

                                               “ quiero usar tus muslos como orejeras. ”

[grapeyguts]

It must be terrifying, the foreboding possibility that someday your body may forget what it is.

[backinblackwatch]

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jesse, but he physically goes >:c as soon as gabe walks into the room, // uwu

                                               “ thanks for the WARM WELCOME. ”

[colonelpipsqueaks]

Sombra messing with Reaper in the Infiltration short is one of my favorite things in the entire Overwatch lore.

[backinblackwatch]

              okay , given what the team has been up to ,               it may be in reyes’ best interest to disappear again ,

[backinblackwatch]

" i'm good, but there's two of me. so i'm good TWICE! boom, check out that math. " // send me stuff . // @holowitted

         A HUFF, noise hinted at with something of HUMOR ;  arms fold & reyes considers mirage with COCKED brow, & an incline to the angle of his chin - it’s a look that implies he’s waiting to see him good the FIRST time around.

...merely a look. despite the SHIT reyes gives his agents , they’re capable subordinates - namely due to the fact he wouldn’t allow for anything LESS ; mirage is no different - a TROUBLEMAKER , certainly , but none of his antics have cost reyes - personally - any grief . he’s a little more... LOUD than the other blackwatch recruits, but his skills & cooperation are just as useful - but that won’t stop the TEASING .

                                              “ two of you just means TWICE the TROUBLE. ”

[arcanesock]

another take on BW+B99 <3

[backinblackwatch]

            anyone else ever look at s:76 & just , like , fall in love ,,

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" so gabe, i don't normally do black friday stuff but i heard about this deal and was wondering if you want to go with me? all clothes are 100% off. " [Jack] // @spendourlives​

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spendourlives‌:

“    oh. ” he almost sounds disappointed. maybe sometimes he wants them both to be spoiled. is that so much to ask for?              – well. they are just going to a meeting in the morning. so, maybe, yeah, it is too much to ask. whatever.

    his attention turns back to the tablet as gabe saunters over and dimly registers him taking a big drink from the bottle. rolls his eyes a little. those bubbles are gonna be coming back up real fast. glances over at the offered bottle and takes it, saying, “ god, you know how this kind of stuff goes. they’ll talk circles around me if i don’t have my notes in order. they’re wanting my say on this new bill on water taxes - i told you. it’s all formality by this point, i know they’re gonna pass it and fuck over thousands of people. i just figure if i can argue well enough against it, the people can put some weight behind me too and it’ll be repealed.. ” trails off for a moment.

“    hang on. ” he narrows his eyes at the screen, flicking through a few paragraphs of whatever he was reading. “ we got a problem, gabe. ” looks over at his co-commander in alarm, continuing, “ this is a pants-free bed. i know i’m safe, but you.. ” his poker face always crumbles to shit in front of his co-commander. humor breaks through, and he’s quick to very obviously fight a smile.

the conversation steers towards just WHAT work jack is tying up, & while gabe had come with intention to ensure the strike commander was UNWINDING, he gives jack total focus---the work is IMPORTANT, & it’s COMMENDABLE that jack’s working so hard to find SOLUTIONS that appease EVERYONE, but they’re not going to solve this in one night, especially while here on OTHER business ; & if he keeps going at this rate, even WITH enhanced SUPER SOLDIER genetics, he’s going to run himself into the GROUND. 

      ...but he took the bottle, so it suggests he intends to relax at SOME point,                 & until then gabe will be dutiful business partner & grant jack his full attention .

---so he’s already invested when jack speaks up on ‘ A PROBLEM, ’ co-commander adjusting current position to try & catch view of what jack’s reading---only to be BLINDSIDED by morrison’s continuation------

gabriel looks towards jack with brows raised, a touch of SHOCK on his face that the STRIKE COMMANDER would play at such a joke - but seeing the SMILE that tries to crack across morrison’s face has warmth BLOOMING in gabe’s chest, a surge of AFFECTION being what inspires reyes’ OWN lopsided smile more than the CHEESY JOKE. 

                                           hey, jack, you know i...

sitting BACK against the headboard, blackwatch commander raises both arms in something of SURRENDER, stealing QUICK glance towards the blanket over jack’s lap & wondering - for more than a brief moment - if he’s REALLY pantless under there---

                                          “ well, i don’t want to cause any TROUBLE, ”

so , getting to his feet , gabe goes through the motions of kicking off his shoes - so much less work than usual COMBATIVE BOOTS - & unzipping his pants ; this man, SHAMELESS . once clad still in favored HOODIE & black boxer briefs, gabe drops back onto claimed spot on the mattress & beckons towards the bottle of champagne ;

                   “ make sure to let me know if that takes me off the UN’s WATCH-LIST. ”

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spendourlives‌:

    he knows his jacket won’t let him feel the reaper as he passes around him, knows that his newest scar is protected from him, but he still can’t help but brace for it to be touched. 

    god, what a fucking mess reaper makes him, and he hasn’t even done anything.

    he turns while the wraith reforms, refusing to let him have his back again, and the white crosshairs refocus on him. 

“    what do you want, reaper? ” he asks instead, ignoring his tone, knowing reaper knows he’s the last person on earth that jack trusts anymore.

it’s SATISFYING to take note of the SMALLER DETAILS that present visibly 76′s DISCOMFORT--the reaper doesn’t exist to SPOOK, but to know his existence inspires FRIGHT awards some amount of gratification ; that terror APPEALS to the monster , smug to know his opponents acknowledge his prowess - at least, for as long as they DRAW BREATH .

miasma wafts from him in SHEETS, licking upwards before soothing around his shoulders, presenting static demeanor ; at least, until heavy boots carry him forward, distance closing but still RESPECTABLE between them---

                                                           “ you’ve been stirring up TROUBLE---                                            i’m here to see if i can TALK you OUT of causing MORE. ”

an IMPLORING tilt to the angle of his head, & a DANGEROUS inflection to his voice that implies his tête-à-tête would sound a lot like GUNFIRE .

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                good news ,

[tallwife]

jesse and genji with jack: mcdonalds! mcdonalds! mcdonalds!

jack: there’s food back on base

jesse, muttering: i hate overwatch

jesse and genji with ana: mcdonalds! mcdonalds! mcdonalds!

ana: [pulls into drive thru]

jesse and genji: [cheering]

ana: one black coffee please

jesse and genji with gabe: mcdonalds! mcdonalds! mcdonalds!

gabe: mcdonalds! mcdonalds! mcdonalds!

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@spendourlives

    long days aren’t impossible to handle - he’s been through worse - but that doesn’t mean it never takes its toll on him. guest of honor or no, the work never stops, so he decided at some point to just be comfortable while he’s doing it.

   surrounded by pillows and a (requested) heated blanket over his legs and a tablet propped up in his lap, the soft light of both the screen and a holo keyboard gently lighting up his face and deepening the circles under his eyes. he hears it when his private room door opens, gaze turning the open bedroom doorway and watching to see who came in. relaxes a little when he realizes it’s just gabe and suppresses a snort; somehow this man can always find a way into jack’s rooms, his appearance always random but guaranteed. and maybe jack just thinks it’s cute how he always walks in and just makes himself at home. like he knows jack won’t kick him out. it’s familiar, and he’s glad every time his co-commander agrees to join him on these exhausting meetings.

“    ..wait, did they not give you the same? ” he asks, tired mind catching up. “ don’t play with me, gabe, i swear to god i’ll complain if they didn’t. ” gabe was a strike commander too. he’s higher ranking than jack himself. getting anything less than what jack has is far from acceptable, and this belief is clear in the alarm in his expression.

coming to the doorframe leading into the bedroom, gabriel takes pause & steals a moment to just APPRECIATE the view---jack looks COZY where he’s settled amidst a nest of pillows, something for which inspires a lopsided smile to cross gabe’s lips.  shoulder meets the doorframe, one ankle crosses over the other ; he lifts the bottle for inspection, noting the brand & date---DIFFERENT from what HE received, but not necessarily BETTER - gabe takes it as VARIETY, given he intends to drink from BOTH.

---there’s a LAUGH, however, when jack prepares to - what - DEFEND him ?  SURE, as jack rose to the rank of STRIKE COMMANDER gabe was left to the WAYSIDE, but he’s still a highly respected soldier---overwatch sponsors are AWARE of his role, they just... prefer to praise jack for HIS. ---which is fine by GABE, as attention towards morrison provides a SCAPEGOAT when reyes needs one. coupled with that laugh comes a rise of his hand, an intended SOOTHING gesture---

                      “ slow your roll, jackie - they’re not giving you special treatment. ”

still wearing that smirk, gabriel enters the room properly & snatches the nearest object to use as a BOTTLE OPENER, the cork coming out with a POP--- & with drink opened, the commander saunters to the other end of the bed, dropping onto it GRACELESSLY, relaxing back against the cushioned headboard - all pillows put to use ELSEWHERE - & taking a swig before holding the champagne out towards jack ;

                                                  “ you’re not still WORKING, are you ?                                                  take a night off, if you remember HOW to. ”