#gabriel reyesxreader

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The Broken Past That Continues To Haunt;; Reaper/Past Abused!Reader

The Broken Past That Continues To Haunt;; Protective!Pree-fall!Reaper/Past Abused! Reader Warning;; Mentions of past abuse, bad memories, Mentions of Nightmares.

She could recall the nightmares, the emotional abusive and the physical and she can remember how hard it had been to run away. Everything was still fresh in her head from those times as she sat on the bed she shared with her boyfriend, knees close to her and crying while her phone went off. She knew who it was. He hadn’t stopped calling for the past few hours.

It was unusual but also so familiar, but (Y/N) was terrified to answer the phone. He would demand to see her, demand her to talk to him and to ‘come home’. She was scared she would go. Even around some of the toughest and most caring people in the world, she was scared. Scared they would get hurt, scared Gabriel would get hurt because she knew how much he would go through to keep her safe. He told her every night he would keep her safe and she believed him. But at the cost of believing him, she knew he would get hurt. Even with most of Overwatch behind him.

The door to the room opened and (Y/N) flinched, curling up tighter. She didn’t know how it was but all her brain could figure was it was ‘him’ walking through that door. The one she was so scared of. But when a voice came, it wasn’t his. “(Y/N)?” It was deeper and it made her feel safe for the first time since this had started. “(Y/N)? Where are you? I brought lu—“ He cut himself off when he heard the phone and the woman could hear grumbling and she could hear him shuffling around. The phone happened to be on the bedside before the woman so before Gabriel could answer the phone he saw her and heard her crying. “(Y/N)?” She slowly looked up at him, barely even a little but he still saw the tears and it was only moments before she felt his arms around her and him holding her close. “What’s going on…?” There was a moment of silence before the woman hugged him, turned and began to cry into his shoulder while the phone continued to ring. “(Y/N) what’s going on…? Why is the phone continually ringing…?” Gabriel asked and reached over to grab it, only for (Y/N) to grab his arm and shake her head continuously. “N-N… Not th-the phone…” She told him between sobs. “H-He calling… N-Not him…” “Him…?” There was obvious confusion, but the male moved his arm back and around his girlfriend before moving to place a kiss on her head. “You know whoever it is can’t hurt you… I won’t let them.” “Y-You get hurt… N-No…” She shook her head and looked up to him and sniffled, taking a deep breath that she found hard to take from her chest. “Gonna h-hurt you…” There was a frown on Gabriel’s face as he listened, moving his hand to wipe away tears there was cascading down her cheeks. There was a moment before Gabriel reached over and picked up the phone, ignoring (Y/N)’s protest and he gave her a small smile. “I got this.” He told her and placed another kiss to her cheek, as he moved the phone to his ear and answered.

“Goddamn finally! You answered (Y/N).” There was an angry voice on the other line and huffed after there was silence for a moment. “God damn talk to me…!” “You ring this number again and harass my girlfriend again and I’ll find you and ill kick your ass.” The woman could hear her boyfriend growling while she shook against him. “What? Who the hell do you think your talking to?!” She could hear her ex-boyfriend on the phone and whimpered into Gabriel’s shoulder. “I don’t think you realise who your talking to.” More growling. “Because if you want to die, I have more than enough resources to make that happen. So don’t make me repeat this again. Come anywhere near her or call her and I won’t hesitate to find you.” With that Gabriel hung up and held his partner close to him and huffed slightly before chuckling. “What did you see in that guy?” There was a small amount of giggling between the two partners, before Gabriel lifted the woman up in his arms, saying something about “how lunch would get cold” and it was only moments before she was placed at a seat at the table. “I’ll be two seconds.” He told her, pushing the food containers towards her before moving towards the door.

“You called.” The door opened and (Y/N) noticed Jesse McCree, one of the Overwatch agents in Blackwatch with Gabriel, leaning against the door and Gabriel stood, putting his fork down and grabbed (Y/N)’s phone from where he placed it near the door and tossed it to his ‘friend’. “Make sure that gets destroyed. Ill order (Y/N) I knew one but I don’t need idiots making her upset again,” He grumbled the last part as Jesse looked confused. “Just make sure it’s done and be ready tomorrow, we have training at O-Six-hundred hours.”

[reapers-carino]

Can I request a mix of two of the soft angst starters? "Can I hug you?" And "Go on, cry." For a fem reader with a Gabriel who just got his powers from Moira? I feel like this could be a feels trip :'D

“A pinch more salt…and a little basil…and done!”

A pleased smile had settled on your lips as you added the final touches to the pasta sauce that was simmering away on the stove. Tuesdays and Thursdays you cooked dinner for Gabriel, giving him a break from the mess hall and his role as big bad boss. Behind the closed doors of his officer quarters, he was simply Gabi, your boyfriend and someone who deserved a break from all their work. Cooking was something simple and fairly quick that you could do, something that the man appreciated and made you feel like you were doing something to alleviate the mounting stress on his shoulders. 

Blackwatch had been facing increasing scrutiny by the UN due to their latest ‘aquisition’, the shamed geneticist Moira O’Deorain. She was a genius, you could give her that and Gabriel had said as much, comparing her to Overwatch’s ‘angelic’ Angela Ziegler. But her tendency to tiptoe the line of ethical egoism made her dangerous, the Irish woman often conducting experiments with or on Blackwatch agents with no clear definition of what the outcomes might be. When her experimentations were successful, they were impressive, but when they failed the responsibility of the maimed or dead fell directly on Gabriel. Gabriel, for the most part, was mum about what went wrong, seeing as you were not only a civilian but also someone he wanted to keep separated from the lifestyle he had found himself in. You were his refuge and he didn’t want to endanger that or you by letting you know too much. You figured you could respect that if that what he truly wanted. 

You jumped up onto the counter as you waited for the water to boil, legs swinging and feet kicking as your fingers typed away on your tablet. Your eyes lit up as a notification popped up on the screen, alerting you to the fact that the door had just been opened. 

“Gabi”, you cried out happily, jumping from the counter and dashing from the kitchen to the small foyer that led into the apartment. A wide grin settled on your lips as you rounded the corner, eyes catching sight of your boyfriend. “How ar–?!”

Your words died in your throat as you looked the man over, a hard knot of concern forming in your throat. Gabriel was leaning heavily against the inside of the door, body hunched over as he wheezed painfully. He looked disheveled, his hoodie and beanie missing, dressed in only his combat boots and cargo pants, hands clawing at the door. Or what was left of his hands. Black and gray smoke curled off of his body in steady plumes, rising from his shoulders and head and arms and fingers. His eyes darted between his hands, frantic, clenching and opening his fists, the smoke only intensifying as his panic increased. 

Your brow was furrowed tight in confusion, your own eyes dancing over his body, trying to wrap your mind around what might be going wrong and how you could help. Gabriel’s eyes jumped to yours, the sheer unabashed terror that danced across his features grabbing your heart in a vice grip. Now wasn’t the time to wonder the whats, he was drowning in his own thoughts, obviously frightened of what was happening to him and he needed you…

“Hey”, you called out, moving closer to the man, his eyes growing fractionally wider. A comforting smile settled onto your lips, both palms faced upwards and arms opened. “It’s okay…hey Gabi focus on me…yeah?”

Gabriel flinched when your hand reached for him, your reach stopping but hand still extended to the man to show you weren’t afraid. Even his brown eyes seemed to have taken on a smokier hue, black lapping at the warm brown of his irises. This was a look you had seen before, albeit rarely; Gabriel was in the throes of a full-blown panic attack. Gabriel was open about his lifelong struggle with anxiety that was further exacerbated by PTSD from after the war. Even after therapy, he was plagued by nightmares of what he had gone through during the war, the things he had both seen and endured. 

Those nights he would wake up alert and anxious, mind battling against reality as he tried to come to terms that he was battling an enemy that wasn’t actually there. You had learned through long discussions and experience that Gabriel craved an anchor, something that he could feel and touch, something that could ground him to the here and now. You’d gently place your hand in his and he’d slowly lean into you, bit by bit moving closer and closer to you, your arms eventually wrapping around him as his head would come to rest on your shoulder. Time would tick away bit by bit until he found his footing once more, the two of you rearranging your schedules and spending the day recuperating with one another or members of his team he considered family. And you would do the same now. 

“Gabriel”, you repeated softly, lowering yourself to the ground carefully and settling on your knees. His eyes continued to follow you, his back sliding down the door as your hand reached out, taking his smoking limb into your own. 

His hand felt both solid and cushiony, his palm resting against your, his fingers squeezing at yours before giving way to light whispy touches against the back of your hand. You smiled warmly, openly, Gabriel’s eyes darting between your eyes to your intertwined hands, the amount of smoke pouring from his lips with each breath decreasing as he stared at you. You watched the tension in his shoulders slowly ebb, giving way to all-encompassing exhaustion, his body pitching forward and his head falling to your shoulder. Slowly, carefully your fingers slid from his, your cheek nuzzling against the side of his head gently.

“Can I hug you”, you asked softly, waiting for the slightest nod before your arms wrapped around his body gently, carefully, his own arms wrapping around you bruisingly tight. Your hands gingerly rubbed up and down his spine, his body pressing even further into yours, the man sucking in a shuddering breath of air as his fingers clawed at the back of your shirt. He hiccuped once, twice, before your left hand smoothed up his spine, fingers combing through his thick black curls as you pressed his head closer to the side of your neck. “It’s okay Gabi…go on, cry. I’m here for you.”

The fragile dam that had been up finally broke as his shoulders completely sagged and a ragged sob escaped his lips, the hot warmth of tears touching your neck before running down into your shirt. You softly hummed and shushed in the back of your throat, letting him have this.Whatever he had been through, he needed to let this out and you would be there for him to help pick him back up when needed.

[reapers-carino]

Working on a drabble while listening to music and this comes on. This is OC/ReaderxGabriel Reyes song. This song is too damn sweet but so smooth like when this boy falls in love, this their song. Period.