h'okay--- you stop scrunching your nose, frand. :3 For Ev & Jesse *and* Eerie & Gladio: #'s 4, 9, 16, 18, annnnnd 25. (p.s. i swear I did my best to refrain from sending "the whole damn list" haha) <3
Good lord, you XD *cracks knuckles* okay here we go!
otp questions
Ev and Jesse
4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?
Ev’s definitely guilty of shucking pants (if she had to wear them) as soon as she gets home but I don’t think she’d go fully naked. When they’re still with Overwatch, I think Jesse would totally wander around her place naked and Ev would blush the first few times, stammering that the neighbours might see him and tell him to put something on. Around recall, I don’t think either of them really would. They’re more for lounging in bed naked rather than wandering around.
9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?
Evan would definitely wake Jesse up to talk about dreams but they’re usually either engineering things or she’s somehow collected every breed of cat ever. Jesse has the most nightmares overall, Ev has a few after her lab explodes around her which he’d totally sing her to sleep after. She’s all for cuddling him and talking about it if he wants to. But she can’t sing so that’s not happening.
16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?
Jesse is definitely more seductive overall, like at any time. Ev can’t hold her liquor so she doesn’t drink often and when she does she’s usually out like a light. As for louder in bed…Jesse’s a talker, not just in a filthy sense but just in general,
18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?
Jesse. If she’s idle for more than five minutes and horizontal, Evan will pass out so she’s asleep around him a lot. He spends a lot of time teasing and joking when she’s awake but when she’s asleep he spills his heart to her. Not that he couldn’t tell her if she was awake but he likes just running his fingers through her short hair, brushing his fingers over her round cheeks, and just talking to her. Doesn’t always have to be important, could be mindless things really, but he just talks to her and shushes her back to sleep if he does manage to wake her up.
25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?
Evan tries! She tries so hard but she usually winds up making herself blush and him laugh. So it’s kind of a win but just between two people. He thinks it’s adorable when she does it and just kind of waits for the other shoe to drop after she says something because he knows those cheeks are going to go red at any second. After they do, he’ll tug her in good and close and tell her horrible ones to show her how it’s really done.
Eerie and Gladio
4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?
Eerie doesn’t go completely naked but if she knows its just the pair of them, her go to is either a tank top and panties or just his shirt. Maybe once or twice she’ll shed everything just to get a reaction out of him. And please, the big guy isn’t telling her to put anything back on.
9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?
I don’t think either of them would wake the other up for a cool dream. They both work highly demanding and stressful jobs so they try to get as much sleep as they can. Nightmares they might not intentionally wake the other up but will if they get out of bed. They both have their fair share of them and it’s mostly about each other once they leave Insomnia. Gladio might win this one though, especially after the daemon attack on Eerie. She probably wouldn’t outright sing, humming more likely, but she wouldn’t go back to sleep until he does.
16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?
Ha. I’d like to say Eerie, but she’s not seductive. She gets blunt and just asks for sex. Gladio, however, will turn that shit up to eleven and he’s terrible. There’s no holding him back when he’s a little tipsy and Eyra better be ready for a handsy evening because his are going to be everywhere. As for louder in bed, I’d say they’re pretty evenly matched. Although, it might take them a while to figure that out given they both live with family when they’re younger or have sex in place they shouldn’t be.
18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?
They both do this. Neither of them is always that great about putting their feelings into words, although Gladio is slightly better than Eerie about this, and sometimes it’s easier to do it when the other person is asleep. There’s a lot of afternoons where he’ll pass out in her lap and she will quietly tell him how much he means to her and how happy she is he’s in her life. She gets a lot better as the years go by but it’s still easier for her to do it while he’s asleep. The big guy usually uses it as a chance to express any fears or worries he has, working through them as best he can, just verbalising them before he tries to explain it to her. There’s also the telling her how much he loves her but it doesn’t matter if she’s asleep or awake, he tells her that all the time.
25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?
Gladio lives to make Eerie giggle and more than that blush. The girl’s usually so forward and blunt it doesn’t happen often but when he catches her off guard it’s the best thing and he can’t wait to do it again. But he’s never satisfied with just the giggle; he keeps going until he makes her snort because then he knows he’s done good and it’s so worth her smacking his arm and he’s never going to stop.
Add these to the pile of patreon pics I’ve been sitting on from @feylen XD
She’s an absolute sweetie and I love both of these of Ev and Jesse. The one on the left is a common occurrence given that Evan can’t be left alone on comfy objects for long or she’ll fall asleep quickly. The one of the right was my Christmas picture and I had started writing something for it but my drive completely disappeared over the holidays.
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Note: English is not Evan’s first language and sometimes it shows
Frowning at her tablet, Evan tapped at the screen. Something was off with the design but she couldn’t figure out what. Leaning into the tablet, she abruptly stopped when she realised what she was doing and made a face at herself. “Good job,” she muttered and set the tablet down.
She wasn’t even supposed to be working. She wasn’t even supposed to have the tablet here. But she’d managed to sneak it into her luggage and so far as she knew, he hadn’t noticed yet.
Her gaze flicked to the bathroom door. It was closed and she could hear the water running, meaning he was still in the shower. He’d half woken her up to ask if she wanted to join him but she’d just huffed and buried her head under the pillow. He’d laughed, rubbing a hand over her back before he’d left the bed. She hadn’t managed to go back to sleep though, especially not when she’d heard him start singing in the shower. So she’d gotten up-slightly grumpy because they were supposed to be on days off and he was getting up before eight?-and gone to her tablet immediately.
Slumping down in the chair, she glanced out the balcony doors and her nose wrinkled a little more. They’d come here to spend some time on the beaches and it was raining. What were they going to do all day if it was raining?
Evan blushed as she immediately thought of one thing to do and quickly squashed the idea.
Leaving her seat, she wandered around the room, shaking her head as he continued singing. Was he getting louder? Was he trying to entice her to join him? Or was he just being himself and really singing in the shower? Probably the last one if she honestly thought about it.
She scooped up his hat from where he’d tossed it last night and plunked it on her head without thought. Normally she wouldn’t care about making a mess but they weren’t at home and she did not want to spend their last day frantically searching for something one of them had just tossed. They’d done that before and would probably do it again but not this time. If they were stuck inside, she wasn’t losing anything.
Sitting on the bed, she grabbed her phone as it buzzed. She smiled faintly as she saw that it was Juno but a little part of her wanted to remind her that she was on a holiday and it was early. Instead, she read the message Juno sent.
How’s the holiday, mija?
Pouting, she half turned and took a picture of the weather. She added a sad emoji afterwards and tried not to think about how much it sucked. They’d spent all week talking about coming here, about getting away together, and it rained.
Evan leaned back on the bed, scooting up until she could sit against the pillows, and thumbed through her phone for something to do. She didn’t want to start playing a game because she’d get caught up in it and she didn’t know how much longer he was going to be. She didn’t even know what they were planning on doing. Should she get dressed? She probably should. But she didn’t know what they were going to do. Was there a point in putting on clothes if they didn’t leave the hotel room? What was she even supposed to wear in this weather? It wasn’t like she had brought her rain boots and-
“Yeehaw, darlin’.”
She looked up quickly and nearly fumbled her phone as she saw him standing in the bathroom door. Wearing nothing but a towel.
It didn’t matter that they’d been dating for over a year, her tongue still felt thick in her mouth as she stared at him, taking in both muscles and tattoos. Before she realised he was staring back at her, his gaze moving over her since her sleep shirt had rucked up around her hips. “Hey!”
He was grinning as he looked back up at her face. “Not like you ain’t lookin’ yer fill, darlin’,” he teased.
She could feel herself blushing but she didn’t back down. “So?”
His grin somehow got wider. “You still look cute in it,” he said, jerking his chin at her.
What? Oh. She was still wearing his hat. “Thank you,” she murmured, “but move along, tiny puppy. We got things to do.”
He’d started moving already but he stopped dead in his tracks to look back at her. The look on his face confused her for a moment before she remembered that they might not have things to do. They hadn’t really planned anything beyond booking the hotel.
“Jesse?” she asked as he came over to the bed.
He cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her. “Yer so fuckin’ cute,” he muttered, letting her go to move over to their bags. “Don’t ever change, Ev.”
She blinked at his back, really confused now. He’d already told her that so what had she done?
“C’mon, Bambi, get dressed. I’m gonna take you to breakfast.”
Evan’s mouth quirked a little but she still slid off the bed, setting aside her phone. She started to take the hat off but stopped when he shook his head at her.
“Leave it, darlin’.”
Her hand dropped and she quickly went through their things. Getting dressed was easy enough since he kept his hands to himself but she could still feel him watching her. More than that she could feel his amusement. What had she done?
“Zip me?” she asked, turning her back to him.
Warm fingers brushed against her as he pulled the zipper up on her dress and she shivered as he stroked her bare neck when he reached it. He gave her chills as he leaned down to kiss the crook of her neck. “Ready?”
She nodded, stepping away from him to put her shoes on. Or at least she tried to. She’d barely moved before he’d plucked the hat off her head. “Hey!” she protested, looking at him.
He met her frown with another easy smile. “Easy there, Bambi. I ain’t takin’ it,” he told her, dropping it back on her head. “Yer cute enough to pull it off, but I ain’t goin’ with you wearin’ it backwards.”
Evan blinked at him. She hadn’t been looking at it when she’d put it on but she wasn’t sure he’d believe her at this point. “Oh. Thank you?”
McCree laughed and kissed her again. “Get yer shoes, Bambi.”
She stared at him as he went to tug on his boots before shaking herself and quickly slipping on her flats. She took his hand when he held it out to her and followed him toward the door.
He pulled it open for her, ushering her through it. “Get along, little doggie,” he murmured as she stepped out.
…Oh. Oh, shit.
McCree laughed again and gave her a push when she stopped. “Cutest thing I ever did see,” he chuckled.
Staring at the broken elevator in front of him, McCree barely kept himself from swearing. He had not signed up for a broken fucking elevator. Granted, he didn’t know what he was here for. All he knew was that Reyes had kicked his feet off of the coffee table he’d had them on, pulling him from his nap, and told him to get his ass to the address on a tiny piece of paper.
“If you had a damn cell phone, this would have been easier.”
He pulled a face even though the boss wasn’t around to see it. He couldn’t tell if the line he’d been fed about a conference call being moved up was real or if the old man was still pissed about that last mission that had gone sideways. He’d been hiding in Reyes’ office after that grueling training mission him and the rest had been hauled awake at dawn for. Although, hiding wasn’t the right word for it since he’d known the old man would have shown up eventually. He just hadn’t wanted to go home to take the nap so he’d settled on Reyes’ office.
Hadn’t worked out for him in the end since now he had to go help a person that didn’t even like him.
If it weren’t for the fact that Reyes would kick his ass if he skipped, he’d go home and forget this had ever happened. But Juno would want to know why the old man hadn’t shown and then he’d know Jesse hadn’t shown and he’d be in shit. More so than he already was.
Heaving a sigh and fixing his hat, he moved to the door leading to the stairs. No point in putting this off. Even if he was tired from being drilled into the dirt, he still went up the stairs two at a time. It was just the fifth floor. He could do that no problem. He lived on the seventh after all even if his building had a working elevator in it.
And wasn’t that the kicker. He lived in one of the older residence buildings, having been with Overwatch for nearly six years now, and this was one of the newer ones. How was it that his piece of shit apartment still had a working building and yet this place, which was only a few months old, was already broken? And what the hell was Juno even doing here? She lived in the same building as the old man so why had Reyes sent him here?
McCree blew out a sigh as he reached the fifth floor. He was about to find out. Apartment five oh seven. Find it, find Juno, find out what the hell he was doing here.
Easy enough to do, given there was only so many apartments on the floor. But he still didn’t knock right away. Him and Juno hadn’t ever seen eye to eye, even when she was with Blackwatch. Now that she was flying for Overwatch proper, he didn’t see her much but her opinion of him couldn’t be any better.
“Yer killin’ me, old man,” he growled before reaching out and knocking.
He thought he heard a pair of voices on the other side of the door, one he definitely recognized, the other not so much. But at least he knew he had the right place. The muffled, angry Spanish coming from inside, however, did not make him feel good.
The door was hauled open and that voice wasn’t muffled anymore. “Gabe! You’re late! I told you to be here twenty minutes ago!”
McCree took a step back as Juno stood in the doorway and he watched her expression shift rapidly as she saw him, not the old man. “Cortez,” he said when he saw those thick brows draw together. “Boss had a conference call moved. Sent me to help you out.”
“You.”
Oh, Juno was not happy about that. “Yeah. I mean, it don’t have to be me. I can go if you’d rather.”
Her mouth flattened and she muttered under her breath.
“You remember the bit where I understand you?” he asked dryly.
She said something else in Spanish that was highly unflattering and he bit his tongue to keep from saying anything back.
“I can go, Juno,” he repeated, gesturing at the hallway.
“Tch, you’re already here, pendejo. Might as well make yourself useful.”
Well, they were off to their usual start. He started to follow her as she turned away before he froze when she rounded on him again.
“Take off the damn hat and your boots if you’re going to be inside,” she said, stabbing his chest with her finger. “And be on your best behaviour!”
“I can get someone else, Cortez,” he said, standing his ground nonetheless when she jabbed him again.
“You’re here and we’re behind already. Get in here.”
He’d been trying before she’d damn near shoved her finger through his chest. He waited until she’d gone a few feet down the hall, well out of arm’s reach, before he stepped inside. “What am I even doin’ here, Juno?” he asked, closing the door and stooping down to pull off his boots.
“Reyes didn’t tell you anything?”
“No.” He wasn’t going to be grumpy about that, that wasn’t going to get him anywhere with either of them. Hanging his hat near the door, he ran his hands through his hair to try to do something with it as he walked down the hallway. “So what’re we doin’?”
“Moving Doctor Shaw,” she called at him. “Needed help because the elevator is out. Ay, what is Gabe thinking! I asked him for help for a reason!”
He tried not to sigh as he realised not only was he going to get the irritation Juno reserved solely for him but also the new shit because of his boss dumping him on her. But he was more hung up on the name. Who was this Doctor Shaw and why were Cortez and Reyes the ones moving them? He didn’t recognize it and if they were connected to these two, the First Flight Officer of Overwatch and the head of Blackwatch, shouldn’t he know who they were?
Rounding the corner into the main room, he took a second to look around but all he saw was boxes. And more boxes. They seemed to be everywhere. “We really only packin’ one person?”
“Don’t you start,” Juno said, although it sounded like a growl. “She’s only been here a few months. I don’t know how she got so many things. Why does she need so many things?”
“What do you want me to do? Pack?”
Juno stared at him, sucking on her cheek. “I don’t think Evan is going to-”
“Oh.”
Jesse’s head swung around at the soft noise and he saw a young woman standing across the room. She was holding a small box in her hands and staring openly at him. Well, there was the good doctor and he definitely didn’t know who she was.
“Evan, this is Jesse McCree. He’ll be helping us instead of Gabe,” Juno said by way of introduction.
Big eyes blinked at him from across the room before she looked at Juno with a puzzled frown.
“Make him do the heavy lifting, mija,” she told her. “That’s why he’s here.”
Oh joy. He was already sore from training and now he was doing heavy lifting? Well, no use bitching about it. Like Juno said, he was here so he may as well help. Rolling up his sleeves, he looked around again, trying not to notice the way Evan had gone back to staring at him. “Where d’you want me to start?”
Now Juno was staring at him too and he felt completely out of place. He may as well of walked in on the pair of them naked and it would have been less awkward at this point.
“If I’m doin’ the heavy liftin’, I should get started, yeah?”
“Tch,” Juno muttered. “You got your boots off so no point sending you down to the car. Mija, what’s left for him to pack?”
Those big eyes slid to Juno again but she didn’t say anything before darting back down the hallway.
She watched her go, an odd look on her face. “Ay, she just got used to Gabe coming,” Juno muttered. “She’s shy.”
He’d call her skittish. “What do you want me to do, Juno?”
Her hands were on her hips as she stared after Evan before a deep sigh left her. “Here, help me with the books until she comes back.”
The silence fell heavily between them as he helped her pack the books on the shelf and his back already dreaded the thought of carrying that box downstairs. He had half a mind to ask Juno why she even needed help; the woman worked out with Reyes all the time and could probably bench him if she had the mind to.
Which was exactly why he didn’t say a damn thing.
A sound caught his attention and he turned to see Evan setting something in a box on the couch. When had she even come back in the room? He hadn’t heard her make a noise.
“Dios mio, mija, we need more boxes,” Juno muttered. “I thought I brought enough but I underestimated how much you have.”
Evan looked at her, all wide eyed but she didn’t say anything.
He wasn’t much better, watching Juno as she left the room talking to herself. When the door closed, he looked over at Evan and saw she was deliberately not looking at him. She was looking at everything but him at this point. He almost wished Juno hadn’t left because even though the silence with her had been awkward, it wasn’t as bad as it was right now.
Juno had said Evan was shy and yet she left the young woman alone with someone she’d never met before? And Evan was young. He couldn’t peg how young but it was younger than him that was for damn sure. Which could only mean one thing. “So,” he said, clearing his throat when his voice caught. “What, uh…what’d you do?” Well, shit that was not the way to ask that if he wanted a proper answer. He’d never really been one for small talk without liquor being involved and since he was trying to kick at least that habit, this was just about as unpleasant as the silence.
Because it somehow got even worse with the question hanging in the air. The fact that she wasn’t saying anything and was avoiding looking at him made him think she was ignoring him completely. If it weren’t for the fact that Reyes had specifically asked him to come here, he would leave. Evan didn’t want him here that much was clear and this was just turning into another shit day to go along with all the others he was having lately.
He had half a mind to call his ma just to complain about this damn day. It felt like he’d been dealt nothing but shit cards for as long as he could remember and this wasn’t making anything better. But he’d also already called her today before his impromptu nap and told her everything was hunky dory so it wasn’t like he could just tell her he’d lied about it. Suz wasn’t going to take too kindly to that.
Another small sound, soft as the first and barely audible, but definitely from her. “What do you mean?” she asked slowly in a heavily accented voice.
It hadn’t occurred to him that she might not have been ignoring him to be rude but because English wasn’t her first language. She was looking at him with enormous hazel eyes through thick lashes and lenses, curiosity all across her expression. Adding in those freckles dotted across her rosy cheeks, he realised she looked exactly like that damn cartoon deer his Ma used to play for him all the time as a kid. He pretended he didn’t know exactly what that deer’s name was.
Suddenly he felt stupid when he realised he’d been staring at her.
“Ah, well, I mean, everyone’s here for a reason so you’ve gotta have one, right? What’d you do to get them to take you?” Because that’s the only reason Overwatch had people this young working for them. Good…or bad.
She stared at him for a long time, almost like she was carefully translating each word in her head. She suddenly blinked. “Oh. I constructed a portable, miniaturized atom smasher in my university’s mechanics laboratory capable of producing minute amounts of dark matter and was removed from the public by Overwatch to keep myself and my technology out of the hands of the kind of people who would want to weaponize it…for my own safety as well as everyone else’s.”
It was his turn to blink. That had all come out in one breath and between her accent and the technicality of everything she’d said, she’d lost him. Plus it was the most she’d said in the entire time he’d been there and she’d said it in less than ten seconds. What else was he supposed to do but stare at her? “Well, alright then.”
“What did you do?” she asked, speaking slower.
The question caught him off guard, as surely as his had her, but he recovered quick enough. As quick as one could given the answer. “Got mixed up with the kind of people who do bad things,” he admitted, looking away from her and telling himself he was not staring at his feet.
“Like…a gang?”
“Somethin’ like that, yeah,” he muttered.
There was a long silence that stretched far enough to make him start feeling sorry for himself.
“Are you a real cowboy?” Evan asked suddenly, as if she’d completely forgotten the previous conversation.
“Wha’dya mean a real cowboy?” he asked back. “You a real doctor?”
“Not in the medical sense, but I have a doctorate in mechanical engineering. Do you want to see it?” She paused, frowning to herself. “Sorry, you probably don’t and I think it’s packed already. I didn’t mean to say you weren’t a real cowboy.”
He shook his head, a puzzled frown on his face. Most were being mean when they asked him about that; she seemed genuinely curious about it. But…. “How’d you know?” he asked.
Her cheeks got pink again. “I saw your hat and boots at the door,” she admitted shyly. “I like cowboys though.”
“You meet many cowboys, sweetheart?”
“No. You’re my first.”
She said it sweetly, almost like she was actually excited about meeting him. He didn’t think he’d ever met someone that was excited to meet him. “Not many cowboys here,” he agreed.
Evan looked him over before a small smile crossed her face. “Not many anything here,” she said softly, putting down what she had been holding.
He studied her for a moment, wondering when Juno would be coming back. He felt like they were talking about something that had nothing to do with what they were saying. “Lots of people, darlin’.”
Her gaze flicked to him before away and she muttered something under her breath that he didn’t understand. But he recognized the look on her face easily enough, had seen it on his own for a long time after he’d been brought into Overwatch, and everything made sense.
It wasn’t easy, being so young and being brought into this kind of organization. Even if you weren’t on the frontlines. Maybe even more so because there wasn’t anything to really bond you to the people around you like there was in a fight.
If he recognized that look, it meant she felt the same kind of loneliness he sometimes still did.
“Well, Bambi, at least you know one cowboy.”
Those huge eyes blinked at him and her lips moved for a moment but whatever she’d planned on saying didn’t come out as they both heard the front door open again.
“Jesse, come help me with these!” Juno called.
He’d never been more thankful to hear her voice than he was right now. He quickly left the living room, trying really hard not to think about what he’d just called Evan or the curious look on her face. He’d have to deal with it at some point but not right now since he was fairly sure that she wasn’t going to say anything with Juno there.
At least he hoped she wouldn’t because there was no way in hell he wanted to explain to Juno why he’d just given her girl that nickname.
That feel when @feylen posts your Patreon reward and suddenly the day is so much better than it was a minute before!
I asked her to do a bit from my Recall story about how these two wind up together again after seven years apart and she went above and beyond anything I could have imagined. She’s a miracle worker and a sweetheart and I will love her forever <3
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Need you not forget that McShaw may not be on the best of terms. At the end of 4x11 Oliver was disappointed in Andy, remember 'you know how I value my me time' and then in the 4x12 things probs got pushed aside because there were much more important things, like Chloe getting shot. And than in the finale there wasn't much time for a scene between them because... well you know what. Anyways scene between Oliver and Andy of apology or father/daughter is much MUCH needed in the premiere.
