hurggh uhhh jack n gabe responding to their crush coming back from a long mission? am big gay.. love my boys.
This request is o l d but I just realized that recently, only half of the drafts I actually have, have been loading. Is it Tumblr or my shitty computer? The saga continues.
Update from when I’m actually finishing and queuing this bad boy: Then I got busy with life stuff, and now I’m trying to clean out my drafts and finish stuff up before school starts again. <’D
AnYWAY, thanks for your patience!! I hope you enjoy. ;v;
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Jack Morrison
He does that thing you always see in movies, where the person’s waiting in the airport (landing bay in this case) with a lil cap and sign
He specifically worked overtime and then took the time off so he could be there to pick you up and catch up without the stress
Meets you halfway when you’re getting off the ship and takes the heavier of your equipment from you
Chatting and joking and flirting because Jack’s That Bitch the entire way back to your quarters
He takes your work equipment to put away while you unpack your personal things and clean up
When the two of you reconvene, he tries to make a plan to go out for lunch or a drink and catch up more
He’ll pout and grump around until you agree
Immediately turns into a happy puppy when you eventually give in
He pays for everything, and walks you back at the end of the day like the gentleman he is
Y’all be talking and snacking for hours until then, though
Gabriel Reyes
He’s waiting in the landing area for you
He’s not allowed to be there? Fuck you, he’s not moving
He’s waiting for someone important
He’s probably found and collected your equipment already, so the two of you can leave and go chill somewhere immediately
When you get off the ship, he books it over to give you a big ole hug
Asks you how everything went, makes sure you’re not too badly cut up and don’t need to go to the med bay, especially if it was a particularly dangerous mission
You try to go get your stuff but boom, he’s already got it waiting
He probably kept in contact with you the entire time you were gone, and when he heard you were coming home he whipped up one of the ideas the two of you had talked about
He’s got a ride back to your quarters ready and everything
Lets you take as long as you need to clean up and unpack and everything
If you decide you’re tired and don’t want to go anywhere, he’s got you
He turns whatever plans he originally had into something smaller and more casual
The rest of the day is spent in your quarters, chilling and catching up with the occasional touch and attempt at flirting on Gabe’s end
Gabe probably gets yelled the next day for slacking off, but he doesn’t mind all that much
Summary: The one where you, Hana, and Lucio see old pictures of the team, a particular blonde-haired soldier catching your attention.
Warnings: Foul language and sexual tension(ish???)
Word Count: 1.0k
Masterlist
“Hey Athena?” you call, an empty bag of chips clutched loosely between your fingers.
You are draped not-so-elegantly over the plush cushions of the couch with Hana sitting on the floor with her back against the couch and Lucio mindlessly gliding his feet up and down the wall as he lies on the floor, dressed in only his skates and his lime green frog boxers.
His gun lies on the side table to your right, acting as a stereo as it softly pumps out his latest vibe-y tunes to fill the silence.
“Yes, (Y/N)?”
“We’re bored. Is there anything we can do that won’t wake up half of the compound?”
A couple seconds pass by as Athena “thinks”.
“Well, I can show you old photos of the team? Back when all of the higher-in-command were in their prime?”
Lucio shoots up at her suggestion, his skates letting out a low “Shwoo” with his movements, “Now that sounds interesting.”
“Hell yeah. I've always wondered what Reaper looked like before the edge lord phase kicked in,” you joked, earning a snort from Hana.
You all crowd in front of the TV, patiently waiting for Athena to display the first image.
When she finally does, the three of you can’t hold in your shock.
“Holy shit! Doctor Angela doesn’t look like she’s aged a day!”
“I’m jealous. Even Korean skin care can’t get you that far.”
“I’m telling you she’s got some low brow voodoo shit going on, man.”
“Oh, wait! Look at young little Mccree!”
“I didn’t think it was possible but he actually looks even more like a cocky shit there than he does now.”
“I feel like I would have hated him.”
“Yeah honestly me, too.”
After making fun of McCree for another minute or two, Athena finally moves on to the next picture, and your jaw rightly drops at the magnificent sight.
A hush falls over the room, the three of you staring at the picture before Lucio lets out a loud, disbelieving, “What the fuck?!”
There, in all of its HD glory, stands a youthful man with a jawline that can make even the likes of Hercules insecure. His shirt, thankfully, is off and he is glisteningly wet, the sun in the background accentuating every muscular curve and slope that adorns his sculptured body. A beautiful, clear lake spans behind him and his still-damp hair falls into his gorgeous blue eyes like satin with the corners upturned from the smile that stretches across his tan, dimpled cheeks.
You can’t help the blush that adorns your cheeks as you admire him.
This man, whoever the hell he is, is h o t.
Hana’s voice is practically a screech as she speaks, her eyes as wide as saucers as she looks at the screen in wild disbelief, “Who the hell is that?! I don’t know anyone on the team that looks anything like that!”
Athena is quick to clarify, “That is Commander Morrison while the team was away on a short vacation at the Great Lakes.”
Lucio slaps the wall in disbelief, “Morrison? As in Jack Morrison? As in Soldier 76 Jack Morrison?!” before holding his head in his hands, hardly managing to comprehend what was happening.
“Yes. That is the man under the mask albeit twenty years younger,” Athena states.
A couple shocked seconds pass by before Hana manages to tear her eyes from the picture to look at your reaction after noticing your uncharacteristic silence. Her expression immediately shifts from one of confused questioning to something of a sly smirk as she speaks, “You okay (Y/N)? You’re being awfully quiet over there.”
Lucio lifts his head from his hands, an expression resembling Hana’s quickly shaping his face, “Dude, I think she’s in love.”
You laugh at his words and nod your head in confirmation, “C’mon guys, you have to admit that Morrison was Daddy as fuck.”
Lucio chokes at your words, “He was what now?”
Barely stifling your laughter, you practically yell towards Lucio, “I said that Jack was Daddy as fuck! And not going to lie, he still kind of is! Real silver fox! Especially if that’s how he looks with the fucking mask off, hot damn! That’s one sexy DILF I’d like to bang!”
Hana’s eyes widen once more, but this time in horror as you and Lucio burst out into hysterical laughter, him practically rolling on the ground and you gripping at your sides for support.
Suddenly, the door slides open and heavy footsteps mix with your fading laughter.
Turning to see who had walked in, your stomach drops to your feet when you see none other than the masked vigilante-turned-leader himself, Jack Morrison.
Fuck.
A tense hush falls over the room as Jack looks from the three of you--his eyes lingering on you a few second longer than the others--to the picture of him still displayed on the TV monitor.
Embarrassed at the situation, you can only pray (unrealistically) that he hadn’t heard what you just very loudly said about him.
Slowly, almost menacingly, his right hand reaches up towards his visor before he grasps the sides and pulls it down just enough for you to see his electric blue eyes. They glow--bright and mischievous--as they stare right into your own. You can literally feel the heat burning your cheeks a bright red and your hands grow clammy at the intensity of his gaze.
Despite a few wrinkles and the scar that slashes the skin across his forehead, you can still see the handsomeness reflected in his features.
This man has aged like fine wine.
With bated breath, you watch as he cocks a single eyebrow toward you, his voice coming out like deep, gravelly silk as he teases, “Silver fox, huh? Well you're not too bad yourself, (Y/L/N),” before shooting you a wink and turning on his heel, leaving the three of you in another stunned silence.
Of course, Lucio is the first one to recover, laying a distressed hand against his cheek as he exclaims, “God damn! That man may be thirty years older than me but he has a thousand times more game!”
“Oh my god look at (Y/N)! I think he broke her!” Hana shouts, waving a hand in front of your steaming face to try and get some kind of reaction but to no avail.
Lucio slaps his other hand over his opposite cheek as he watches Hana try and fail to get you to come back to Earth, “Someone call a doctor!”
After what feels like hours, you slowly let yourself sink down into your seat, covering your face with your hands as you struggle to process what the fuck just happened. Weak at the joints, you look at your best friends between the cracks of your fingers,
“I am never going to be able to look him in the eye again.”
Letting out a soft giggle, Hana rests a hand against her forehead as she sighs, “Honey, I don’t think any of us will.”
Ask: Can I ask for Soldier 76 who doesn't want to confess his love for the reader but it's obvious and McCree just pretend to flirt with the reader to make Soldier confess to her ?? Hope it's good ! Thank yooou ♡
Ooo yes! I kinda set it more in the past I hope that's not a problem! It's not the best but I hope you enjoy!!
"Hey there doll." Jesse drawled, the butt of his cigar hanging loosely out of his mouth as he smiled at you. "Hello cowboy." You laughed, giving him a small salute. Taking a hit of his cigar, before dropping the butt to the ground and smushing it with his heel. "I thought you said you were going to stop smoking?" You teased, pushing his forehead with your pointer finger.
"Tsk, what are you my mom? Plus its mullein, Reyes said it's supposed to help your lungs or some shit." He huffed leaning against the wall. "Does Jack not like me?" You asked suddenly, changing the topic from Jesse's smoking habits. "What do you mean?" Jesse asked looking towards you. "I mean- ugh, He never talks to me. He's always avoiding me. Hell he doesn't even look eye!" You exclaimed, crossing your arms and leaning against the wall in aggravation.
"Have you asked him about it?" He chuckled, sliding down the wall to sit on the ground. "No whenever I try to confront him he says he's busy and turns me away. He's such a prick." You grumbled, sitting on the ground next to him. "Well ya want to mess with him?" Jesse smirked looking over at you. "How?" You asked looking over at the overly confident cowboy. "Just sit on my lap."
"What the fuck?! Why would I sit on your lap?" You retorted. "Just do it, trust me and play along ok?" He whispered lowly. Squinting your eyes and nodding slowly, you climbed onto his lap. "Now what?" You sighed leaning against his body. "Like I said play along." He whispered, placing his hands on your thighs. "God you're so sexy." He said out loud running his hands up and down your legs. "Says you cowboy." You teased, smiling and taking his hat off his head. Glancing behind you he gave you a small wink.
"Ahem."
"Oh hey, Jack." Jesse drawled, a knowing smirk taking over his face. "Sorry am I interrupting?" Jack grumbled, crossing his arms. "Umm, not really. What's up?" You asked, getting off of Jesse's lap. "Nothing, I'm sorry." He sighed before walking away. "Hey! Don't storm off! What's wrong?" You asked, catching up to him. "Nothing, like I said just drop it (Y/N)." He said lowly. "Well obviously its something! You seem to avoid me at all costs, and you just stormed off cause I was with Jesse!" You exclaimed.
"Why do you think? He was touching you." He seethed through his teeth, crossing his arms angrily. "Is that what it's about? He just told me to ok? So I played along, and you seem more pissed at me then you were before." You told him, he looked at you for a minute before speaking. "I'm not good with this feelings crap, but I like you (Y/N) I really really do." He sighed, the tips of his ears turning pink. "I like you too."
Headcanons for McCree, S76, and Hanzo who have an s/o that loves to sit in the rain? Would they join? Or would they sit on the porch, underneath the safety of a roof, waiting with a towel for when s/o was done?
THIS IS SO PURE! Sorry this took so long +Hope you like it! ;w;
McCree
He would definitely join!
He loves the rain a lot. He could sit for hours and just stare at it as it fell.
When you two started dating and he learned about your love for sitting in the rain, he would purposely take you out on dates to the park and things of the like just to splash around in puddles and sit with you.
He always kept towels on hand for the rainy days, as well as a change of clothes so you wouldn’t catch a cold.
Other times he’ll take you to places with metal or tin roofs and just sit under them and listen to the rain pound.
He finds the sound of rain soothing. He also finds you to be soothing. Why not put two of the most soothing things to him together?
If you ever got sick from sitting in the rain, he wouldn’t let you out to sit in it again for fear you would get sick. He would keep you inside, but would curl up with you in a blanket so you could still enjoy your pastime.
Soldier 76
He wouldn’t join you. Not always, anyway.
He would be unable to find the appeal of getting soaking wet and being freezing cold.
He wouldn’t like that you would go and sit in the rain, either.
“But you could get sick. You’ll be all wet.”
He REALLY didn’t understand.
One day, though, he allowed you to pull him with you.
You plopped down into the soggy grass, pulling him down with you.
He wasn’t overly happy, but he wanted to take interest in what you liked to do as well.
Would only be out there for five to ten minutes. No more than that.
After, he would make you both take a warm shower to warm up.
He made you coffee (or tea/hot chocolate if that’s what you prefer) and layed on the couch with you under a nice warm blanket.
He figured it wasn’t so bad, because now you were forced to warm up with him again.
Hanzo
He wouldn’t go sit in the rain with you, but he would sit on the porch and watch you.
Like McCree, he found the sound of rain to be soothing.
But, like Jack, he would hate the feeling of getting wet and cold.
He allowed you to go and sit in the rain, but not for too long. When you were finished, he had warm, fluffy towels and green tea next to him waiting for you. As well as some cookies.
He would smile at you as he dried you off, handing you a change of clothes and hanging your wet ones up for you.
He would bring you inside and crawl into bed with you, holding your cold body against his warm one under the covers.
He often found himself to be quite lazy on rainy days. He never got much rain when he lived in Japan, so he tries to enjoy it as much as possible. He also doesn’t really like rain; he finds it to be annoying if he has things to do that day.
Character: Pre-Fall Jack Morrison, Pre-Fall Gabriel Reyes
A/N: Happy Valentines Day my lovely followers!
Part 1
It was months after your surgery they took the flowers and your feeling for Jack Morrison. The first month you had to see Angela every two weeks, then it moved to visits every month, now you only see her after a mission. She stated many times that you were lucky, that the surgery only took your feelings towards the person that caused the flowers. So many others had lost so much more. You didn’t care about Jack, what he did or who he did. You were free from him and that’s all you needed. You had Gabriel, Jesse, and now Genji by your side. Why did you need anyone else?
No one knew that on the day after your surgery Jack had start have the symptoms of the disease. Because hanahaki not only form from one-sided loves but someone's fears of love. Jack had always loved you, he might not have shown it was the months Overwatch had run him in the ground but Jack loved you with all this heart. He thought that you need time away from him, that’s why you moved back to your old room. It never crossed his mind that you thought he fell out of love with you. When he heard about your surgery from whispers in the mess hall he dropped everything. Getting to the medical area Gabriel met him. The Blackwatch leader was pissed, Jack wants to see you; to stop the surgery. Gabriel had almost hit him, Jack was defeated; he stopped fighting and left. The week past him by slow, he didn’t visit you; there was no point. His hanahaki formed faster than yours. He destroyed his side of the room leaving you side like you had left it. He wanted to drink, to just down the whiskey and wines you guys got when you moved in together. He wanted to forget everything, he wanted you back.
His first petal came when he read the note your left on the side of the bed you had sleep on. Tears, petals, and blood all mixed together on the floor. He disappeared for a week coughing up nothing but petals. He wouldn’t answer the door and it got so bad that Gabriel ended up having one of his hackers open Jack’s door. Empty glass bottle littered the floor, Jack looked awful almost like he was going through the S.E.P again. Gabriel saw the petals on the ground they were a sunshine yellow at the bottom that faded into orange at the top; Fire Lily petals.
“Oh, so now you love her?” Gabriel was pissed, how dare Jack have the audacity to fall back in love with you. He was the reason you almost died.
“I’ve always loved her.” His words slurred together but Gabriel understood them. Gabriel could see the tear stains on Jack's face. His blonde hair was a mess, room was even worse, and he smelt of nothing but alcohol.
“You really did love her.” Gabriel once harsh voice soften, Jack started to cry again before taking the last swig from the wine bottle. Gabriel sighed, he felt guilty he should have let Jack stop the operation, let him talk with you or make you talk to Jack. Maybe if he did that none of this would have happened. Gabriel ends up having to get Jack fixed up and sobered up; both are a pain since the other man refused to help. Once he looks like his old self he takes him to Angela. Jack had a close call like with you Gabriel had shown up just at the right time. Jack didn’t care what happened to him. Angela and Gabriel had to talk him in to get the flowers removed. It took some time but Jack finally agreed to remove the flowers.
For the following years Gabriel was racked with guilt, neither of you or Jack felt anything towards each other. You had both lit up each other worlds. Now when you pasted each other in the halls there was no small kisses, no loving looks. It was like you were strangers to each other. Even when you guys would bring others itto your life it wasn’t like how it was when it was you and Jack. Then everything came crashing down.
“Gabe!” Your voice pulled him back, his body formed from the smoke that had protect him from the explosion. You were hold your left arm to your chest, as you limped towards him. Your face and body cut up from the glass, hair burnt from the fires. Blood stained your clothes, some your and some other people from the gunfight.
“We need to get out of here.” You urged him, neither of you couldn't stay around here. The U.N. was going to blame Blackwatch for this you both knew it. Talon had used a spy to get into the Secret O.P group, Gabriel and you found it too late.
“Ya,” Gabriel moved towards you; he floated more than walked, he gathers you up in his arms. Both of you needed to get out of here as soon as possible. You were just to slow with your injuries and he refused to leave you behind.
Sleepy Significant Other (Hanzo, Soldier 76, Lucio)
Request: How would Hanzo, Jack and Lucio react if the woke up early, their s/o not lying next to them but found them in them passed out at their desk, drooling???
A/N: I hope I did these right, I wasn’t sure how to write these out ^^
Hanzo
Hanzo would be confused when he wakes up and his s/o isn’t beside him. Mainly because he is the early riser out of the two of them. He wouldn’t worry too much about them not being there, though he is a bit more worried than he would like to admit.
He would have to hold back a chuckle when he saw them at their desk with drool. The scene was too adorable for him to handle.
He’d probably get a blanket and wrap it around their shoulders, moving any papers they may have been working on from the drool zone. Hanzo would also prepare a cup of tea for them before gently waking them up.
Jack
When Jack noticed his s/o wasn’t by his side, he jumped to his feet in alarm. Life as a vigilante was dangerous enough, he could never be too careful. He would immediately hop out of bed and go looking for his s/o, weapon in hand just in case. He’d search and search until he went into his s/o’s office work area.
Jack would sigh in relief and let a smile crack on his face seeing his s/o hunched over and drooling. It would make his morning, honestly. He’d watch his s/o for a few minutes before waking them up, bringing them back to bed to stay in late for a little more.
Lucio
Lucio would often expect his s/o to spend all night working on their projects so to see the bed missing, it was no surprise. Lucio would get up from bed and go look for his s/o, ready to have a conversation since most of the time his s/o would still be awake.
When he would arrive to the office, he immediately pulled out his cellphone to snap pictures. He wouldn’t post them to his social media without their permission, but the pics were a good form of some light-hearted blackmail!
Lucio laugh at the drool would startle his s/o awake. He would then immediately start to apologizing for scaring them, offering to make whatever they want for breakfast and offered to delete the pictures, while his s/o was still drowsy, trying to comprehend the words coming out.
Imagine Looking at Halloween Decor With Soldier 76 (Fictober):
You were sitting in the driver’s seat of Jack’s truck, legs sticking out the window and lightly leaning on your lover’s shoulder. You had sacks of candy on your lap, meant for the Trick-or-Treaters the next night, but you had one open and were popping a treat of your own into your mouth on occasion as you pointed out the various Halloween decorations on display.
“Oh, look at that one,” you exclaimed, pointing a house decked out to the nines with Halloween gear.
In response, Jack slowed the truck to observe the house of attention, squinting against the abundance of orange, purple, and white lights. “Impressive, but loud.”
“Rating?”
Jack contemplated his answer for a moment, taking a hand off the wheel to scratch his stubbly chin. “7.5? Good decor, but they went way overboard on the lights.”
You nodded in agreement, opening a candy and hovering it over his mouth to bite. After he bit half of it off, you popped the rest into your own mouth and gestured for him to continue driving.
“I don’t think anything will past that haunted house a couple blocks back,” you commented. “That place looked wild.”
Ask: Can I request some soldier 76 x reader content where hes a ghost? I really love supermatural creature AUs and since hes metaphorically a ghost in the lore I think it fits. Thanks in advance!
Yesss! I really enjoyed this! And I hope you enjoy
You knew they were there. You could feel their presence. You could feel them watching. There was always a cold that followed you…be it a gust of wind or a shiver down your spine. They were like a shadow following you into the dark. Enveloping you in a layer of cold sweat and the feel of cobwebs underneath your fingertips. You've caught them in your peripheral vision multiple times. You just wanted to talk to them. To help them.
Walking up the tall four steps that led to your small house. Clumsily unlocking the front door it opened with a drawn out squeak.“I know you're there.” You said, swallowing your saliva and kicking off your shoes and taking off your jacket. Feeling your chest grow heavy you knew he was there. “Hi. Ca-can you talk?” You asked, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. It was weird. You chest felt heavy as you waited anxiously for someone, something to reply. Feeling a layer of cold sweat build on your skin you could tell they were close.
“Only if you're willing to listen (Y/N).” He whispered. A hand touching your shoulder. It felt like a mist was cradling your body. Cold. Yet refreshing and comforting. “I am listening.” You shakily said, trying to keep your voice steady. “What's your name?” You asked. Feeling brave you turned around to look at him. His body was shrouded in a light blue color. His body seemed to glow in the dim light of your house. He was very muscular and he stood tall. He had light pink scars scattering his face and arms.
He was staring at you with deep sorrowful blue eyes. “Jack.” He said, his voice was deep and gravely. “It's nice you meet you.” You whispered, staring at the handsome apparition. Gulping down your spit, you shifted you weight and took a step away from him. “Ummm… I don't really know what to say, I haven't talked to anyone in years.” He told awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. Taking a deep inhale you fiddled with your hands, “I-it's ok, I've never talked to a ghost sooo, we can figure this out. Together.” You smiled.
And that was the beginning. You began to talk everyday. Talking about life and how you were doing. It became a support system. He'd join you when you went to the bookstore, or to go get groceries. Soon you were inseparable, he became your rock. A person to tell you darkest secrets to. He became less of a ghost and more of a human. He could laugh, he could speak…
“Jack?” You asked, turning the volume of the television down. “Yes?” He asked, looking over at you with his blue eyes. “What happened to you?” You sighed, wringing your hands together and avoiding his gaze. “I killed myself.” He sighed, shifting himself on the couch. “Why?” You croaked out. “I was in the military… it was more like a secret service and it was shut down abruptly. Aaand it was difficult. People, friends died. So I decided to end my pain.” He sighed, pursing his lips. It must have been strange to be dead you wondered. To kill yourself then be trapped by yourself.
“I'm sorry Jack.” You whispered, reaching over to touch his thigh. But your fingers fell through his body. “No I'm sorry.” He said. Standing up and walking out to the porch. “Wait! What? Where are you going?” You asked frantically. Scrambling to your feet and trying to stop him. “What's happening?” You asked, trying to grasp at him, trying to make him stop. “I'm going somewhere I should have gone a very long time ago.”
He said stopping in the middle of the porch. Turning back, he walked towards you and touching your cheek. “I have to go.” He whispered. And that's when it clicked. Tears fell out of your eyes as you watched him walk the old oak tree in the yard. Touching the bark, his form began to disappear. Like the sparks from a crackling fire. Looking over at you he smiled. Before disappearing.
