Hola, amigos!
Hit another follower milestone the other day and like holy hell, I just cannot believe there are so many of you hanging out here?? Seriously, thank you for all the love and support, especially on that “Gabriel/Reaper is mlm/gay-coded” post. It meant so much to me to see all the people supporting it in the tags.
Normally when I hit these follower milestones, I do a little introduction about who I am for newcomers and to help older followers remember who I am and what I’m about. In this one, I’m gonna do something a little different. I’m gonna do a small showcase of my writing.
Tumblr username: Segadores-y-soldados AO3 username: clickclickBANG Semi-personal info: transdude from California, please use he/him for me Semi-relevant skills: slowly improving my Spanish - feel free to correct my nonsense Content: All Overwatch stuff, lots of Reaper76 shippy stuff - be sure to look at my About page to find my other ships I’ll reblog
Works Showcase:
Old Habits (Rating: T - Action/Adventure - slow-burn Reaper76):
“We’re gonna blow the train - ”
“Do you think that maybe - just maybe - blowing up a bridge with a fucking military-grade bomb on it is...not a great idea?” Reaper growls, and Widowmaker shoots him another bitter glare.
Hernandez, genius military strategist that he is not, frowns a little at this, before saying, “Ya know… we’re just gonna have to roll with it because we don’t got any other options.”
“...We could hijack the train?” You know, like normal terrorist assholes.
“Nah, they got extra security on there - brought in some fancy Helix guards from Egypt itself after that shitshow in Grand Mesa two days ago. Gonna be extra tough to stop it without heavy fire power.”
This is a recipe for disaster.
“Anyways, y’all ain’t even gonna be at the blast site,” Hernandez continues, sliding onto the crude overhead map of the gorge. Reaper can see some of the buildings that line the winding road of Deadlock Gorge, as Hernandez points a baton of a finger at some of the buildings closest to the entrance to the Deadlock base, “Y’all are gonna be here and here - ” he points to a tunnel on the southern side of the map, cut into the cliffs, “We think that posting y’all up in the tunnel o’ mysteries here and in the guard house here - ” he moves his hand to the building on the north side of the road, the one built into the bluff, “ - will best suit our needs. The gang and I - we’re gonna be out here, in the diner - ” he moves his finger to the far west side of the map, to the building almost directly under the blast site, “ - so that we can jump on the cargo rapido, get ‘em while they’re surprised. If everything goes according to plan, we’ll meet up with y’all at the first gate here, and it should be smooth sailing into the base.”
“Except for the part where the military and Helix fucking rain hellfire on us, right?” Reaper asks, and he sees some of the Talon agents glance at each other, “Cause you didn’t mention that part.”
“Well, yeah, no shit they’re gonna be pissed. But don’t you worry your ugly little head, hombre de craneo, we’re gonna take care of the worst of ‘em. Got us some heavy duty shit, if you know what I mean.” Hernandez flashes a toothy grin and Reaper rolls his eyes.
Blowing up a bridge, a military-grade bomb, and rocket launchers.
Fucking swell.
“Why even bring us here if you weren’t gonna let Widowmaker snipe for you?” Reaper asks sourly.
“Well, uh…” Hernandez stumbles over his genius military strategy, “She can, uh...snipe from the cliffside where you’re at.”
“Does it have a view for sniping?” he snaps at the gang leader who mumbles, “I...uh...don’t know?”
Reaper sighs, rubbing at the forehead of his mask as if that would help clear up his real headache at all before muttering, “Alright, listen, here’s a better plan -”
“No one asked you, cabrón -”
“No, no one did, but you know, Widowmaker can’t fail this mission and, frankly, right now, this mission is a failure. How ‘bout instead, we’re gonna be posted here, on this cliff - ” Reaper points a talon at the cliff just east across the road from the diner, but on the non-blast side, “ - Widowmaker and - which one of you assholes can snipe? Oh, Henri, right - Widowmaker and Henri will be up here, and once the blast is cleared, you two will start sniping the wreck survivors. If they’ve brought in Helix from Egypt, that means Raptora Mark VI units, which are fliers with rocket power, so you’re gonna want snipers on the scene ASAP. Me and these other assholes, we’re gonna be posted up in this ground tunnel just beneath Widowmaker and Henri, so we can help out with some of the ground units that are bound to show up - they always fucking do. If we move fast, we can get the payload past this cliff and by this building here before they even know what hit them. AT THAT POINT, we can start fanning back out - no need to put all of our eggs in one basket, that’s just begging for us all to get blown the fuck up. Widowmaker’s squad will back out to the positions you originally suggested, but we’ll crawl on it, moving behind that building and up to the tunnels by the first gate. There’s gotta be a second or even third military train of support for this - there’s no way in fucking hell they’re letting this go with only one train. That means backup will be hitting us just before the first gate if we’re unlucky, or just past it if we’re lucky - we want it to be past the first gate as soon as fucking possible, so that we can block them off if need be. Shoring up these tunnels around the gate is gonna be a pain in the ass, why do you even have them here? But well, I guess we’ll just have to fucking deal with them. I don’t like the look of this curve with all these buildings here - ridiculously fucking open to airstrikes and heavy ground-level pushes, but we’ll just have to ambush them out of the buildings instead - I take it you don’t give a shit if these shitholes are still standing after this?”
Reaper pauses, but when the tractor of a man doesn’t respond, he finally looks up from the map to see that…
Oh.
They’re all staring at him.
Oh shit. --------- 76 + 127: How We Were Made (Rating: Explicit - Reaper76 (SEP-era Morreyeson)): Even now, Jack knows Gabriel has already found a way out of his cell.
Jack just has no idea what he did.
Think outside the box, he can practically hear Gabriel whisper incessantly to him in his rattling, loose brain.
I can’t, Gabe - I’m fucking trapped inside the box.
You just gotta assess the situation critically. You have advantages, Jack - you just gotta find them.
Advantages.
Sure.
Being locked in a cell has zero advantages over a guard in light body armor and a rubber-bullet gun.
The haze of sleepiness and exhaustion and pent-up frustration and roiling, thunderous energy in his veins is killing every idea in his head.
Look at your situation, think of what you have that 16 or 14 doesn’t.
“...So you are you gonna suck 16’s dick or nah?” 83 asks him vaguely from across the hall.
Sucking dicks is thinking outside the box, right? Jack half-wonders to himself, half to whatever sliver of Gabriel exists in his exhausted mind. He can practically see Gabriel’s shrug - Gabriel would understand if Jack sucked a dick to get out of jail. Gabriel would probably do that himself.
Had Gabriel sucked his guard’s dick for the key?
The thought alone makes his head pound harder.
Jack grunts, “Fuck off. Get 99 to do it.”
“Dude, I fucking will,” 99 whines but 100 snorts, “16 won’t want you, asshole. At least 76 is attractive.”
Reflexively, Jack makes a face as 78 chuckles.
“Y’all know I fucking hear you, right?” Jack asks loudly and 100 calls back, “Oh, we know. We just don’t care.”
Think, Jack. Think about your advantages.
I don’t have any, Gabriel. You can think outside of the box. I can’t. I’m not like you. I’m not good enough. Not smart enough.
I’m inside the box.
I’ve always been inside the box.
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