#soldier76xreader

[hoshihiime]

-distant running noises-

-kICKS DOWN DOOR-

hAS ANYONE DONE SOMETHING WITH “FINAL GIRL-GRAVEYARDGUY”

WITH READERxSLASHER!76?!?!

P-PLEASE,,,ILL DO ANYTHIG,,,

[thetrueenemyofhumanity]

Hiya! Can I get a drabble(or whatever format you want to do :) ) for Soldier 76 comforting a reader who thinks they're a bad person? •~• Sorry for any hassle :D Thanks! :)

It’s no hassle sweetie, I love this character I’m trash

Also this inspiration totally did not come from the fact I had to break down a door today

You had ignored the knocking at the door for at least threeminutes now. Soldier 76 was nothing if not persistent anyway. But you figuredeven he would have to give up at some point. No such luck. You nearly jumpedout of your skin as the door was forced open and he stepped inside.

“What the hell?!” you exclaimed, sitting upright in the bedand staring at him in disbelief.

“You didn’t answer the door. I got worried,” he explained.

“So just breaking in my door seemed a good idea?”

“Should have answered it. Now care to explain why you’velocked yourself in here all day?”

You opened your mouth to respond but quickly closed it. Youdidn’t want to burden him with your thoughts. Instead you pulled your knees toyour chest and sat in silence for a moment, contemplating how to reply.

“I just want to be alone, is that alright?” you sighed,looking away from him, silently pleading for him to leave.

“No, it isn’t. And neither are you.”

You heard his heavy footsteps approach before the bed dippedfrom his added weight. Your jaw clenched and you prayed your aura would drivehim away. But his stubbornness prevailed. You yelped as his strong handsgrabbed your hips and pulled you against him. His arm draped over your shoulderto hold you tight against him and stop you squirming away.

“Soldier please,” you whined, “I don’t want your attention.I don’t want your sympathy. I…I don’t deserve it. I don’t deserve you.”

You felt him stiffen at that.

“You’re joking, right?” he grunted.

“No. I’m not. I’m a terrible person. I’m a piece of shit andhow you can stand me or why you associate with me, I will never know-“

He cut you off by grabbing your face and slamming his lipsagainst yours. You hadn’t even realised that he had removed his mask. Yoursurprise eventually eased and you found yourself giving in to the kiss. Youwere eventually forced to break the kiss as you became lightheaded, thanks toboth him and the lack of oxygen.

“You are not a terrible person,” he assured you, resting hisforehead against yours. “You’re amazing. And I wish you could see yourselfthrough this old dog’s eyes. I don’t just tolerate you, I love you, (Y/N). You’rea good person. Probably the greatest I know. Don’t you dare think of yourselfas any less, that’s an order soldier.”

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face intohis neck, breathing in the scent of pulse munition, cologne, and that signatureleather jacket.

“Now I’m really glad you broke down my door,” you whispered,feeling tears of joy well up in your eyes.

“Yeah…I’ll fix that,” he chuckled, sliding his arms aroundyou and pulling you into a tight embrace.

[overwatchxreader]

Hey babe :) I've been going through something kinda stressful, wouldn't mind a quick fic or some headcannons if you aren't too busy. Something with Pharah or 76 where they are best friends with y/n and have a crush on them. And late one night, after a mission y/n comes to them and despite trying to be strong ends up having a breakdown because they've been betrayed by someone dear to them.

Pharah:

-She just got back from a mission and was completely exhausted

-She heard her door bell ring and got up to see who was there so late at night

-When she opened the door she saw you, but you had already started to leave

-”Wait!” she called out, happy to be able to talk to you

-Relieved to hear her voice you turn around and head into your long time friends house

-She gets drinks for the two of you and asks if there’s anything wrong

-You brush off the question and just tell her you missed her

-About a half an hour later you’re still talking but you start crying

-She’s extremely worried about it

-You spill everything that’s happened to you, telling her how betrayed you feel from one of the few people you trusted oh so dearly; your girlfriend

-She’s mad because she knew how much you loved and cared about them, yet they stabbed you in the back

-She stays up with you for the rest of the, forgetting how exhausted she was

-When you’ve calmed down she confesses how she feels for you

-”Pharah, I… I love you too”

Soldier 76:

-He was half asleep when he heard a soft knock on his door

-When he opened it he was happy to see you there, you were on of the few he liked talking to you

-The happiness was soon replaced by concern however, he  could sense something was off

-”y/n, what’s wrong?’ 

-You started bawling, trying to convey why but all that came out was gibberish

-He brought you to his couch and sat with you waiting patiently or you to finish crying

-When he did he calmly asked what was wrong

-You explained to him that someone you had trusted had betrayed you

-He understood the finally all too well and comforted you, saying he’ll always be there for you

[justporo]

Full Circle Chapter 1: From the Past

I got myself around to start writing something. I had so many ideas about Overwatch, about Gabe and Jack and the past and the recall and I really just wanted to start to write about it. Story will take place in both present and past of Overwatch.

This story will be about a former Overwatch agent and current professor at Oasis University. A certain old friend comes back into your life...

You were standing in front of your giant book shelf. It was already almost completely dark outside but you still felt like you had to get some work done today.

Although the night had fallen it still felt pretty hot – there was never a time when it was cold in Oasis University. One of the world’s most famous universities was located in Iraq after all, desert terrain. You’ve gotten used to the heat although you still preferred slightly cooler temperatures.

Your hand was running over the backs of a lot of old books – after all you still loved the feeling of a book in your hand although you were usually working with state of the art of technology – even developing it. You had been a professor at Oasis University for a few years now, teaching a mixture of computer science and media studies and a new semester was only a few weeks away. This meant you still had a lot of work to do, preparing your courses and this meant a lot of reading.

You sighed softly and blew a strand of hair out of your face. This wasn’t your favourite part about the job but it still had to be done. After some more time of searching you found the book you were searching for. Standing on your tip toes you reached to get it while the short exercise allowed a little golden ring hanging from a thin necklace to be seen which usually was securely tucked into your shirt or dress. Once you got the book you tucked the ring away again – closer to your heart, where you liked to feel it on your skin.

“You don’t look a year older.”

You basically jumped at the voice. It was very late already – usually there were only very few people still around. But this wasn’t the reason you rapidly turned on your heel facing the door. It was the voice itself that shocked you.

You hadn’t heard this voice in seven damned years and you were dead sure you’d never hear it again.

Your eyes widened, taking in the figure standing in the door frame. A tall man - certainly he had seen better years - with already white hair and two big scars on his face. But his blue eyes were still glowing with youth and his muscular body and the way he held himself made sure one wouldn’t think him an old man.

“No!”, you gasped, the book you just took from the shelf dropping from your hand “this can absolutely not be!”

You stepped over to your office chair heavily dropping down on it while still staring at the man who was now slowly walking over to your broad desk.

“Well, uhm…”, he stuttered and lifting his hand to scratch his head and ruffling his short hair. He suddenly looked like a teenage boy.

You stared at him shaking your head while you felt a wild mixture of emotions: shock, confusion, sadness, grief – and finally anger. A lot of anger.

“You’ve got to be FUCKING kidding me!”, you screamed, jumping off your chair again. You stomped around your desk in such a fast fashion that it made the man take a step backwards. Without hesitation, you hit him. Not a light slap - oh no - but a forceful blow of your fist that hit the man’s nose, rocking his head back.

“You CANNOT be FUCKING SERIOUS, Jack! You were ALIVE ALL THE DAMN TIME? Seven goddamn years and you do not think about saying anything? Not a single message? YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” You swung for a second blow but this time Jack was prepared. He caught your fist in his own larger hand and held you without any struggle.

“Please, I’m sorry. It’s… it’s so complicated. I know, I…”, he began, but was interrupt when you tried to hit him with your other hand.

“OH, COMPLICATED? THAT’S WHAT IT IS? I HOPE THE FRACTION OF YOUR NOSE IS JUST AS COMPLICATED, YOU ASSHOLE!”

“Listen”, he said, now struggling a bit more while firmly holding both of your fists “let me explain you everything and when you’re not satisfied you can beat me up as bad as you want.”

The wrestling between you two went on for a few more moments but Jack was clearly stronger than you and there wasn’t much you could do. The anger within you slowly subsided as you watched a thin trickle of blood running from your opponent’s nose.

You let your arms slump down at your sides and give in: “Alright. You have dinner to explain it all to me and if I am not very satisfied with your story…” You don’t complete your threat and shake your pointer finger in his face.

“Alright, dinner it is. But I’d prefer a more private place. I… I’m not quite officially alive again…”, his words trailed off and he scratched his head again.

“Still like pineapple on your pizza?”, you ask, the slightest hint of a smile on your lips.

“Love it. Like in the old days.”

[overwatchxreader]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request headcanons for mccree, s76, hanzo, and junkrat (sorry if that's too many) when they have an s/o who is usually very polite mannered and kind worded but as they grow closer/more intimate they get more comfortable around the guys and reveal that they actually have a vocabulary made up of a lot of cuRSES. The more comfortable I am with someone the more i curse or tease them with insults and sometimes its wILD.

CURSING S/O ANON HERE I JUST SAW THAT YOU ONLY DO REQUESTS FOR 3 CHARAS AT AT IME MY BAD could I change that to just McCree, 76, and Hanzo if that’s oK

(It’s alright!)

Hanzo:

-When he firsts meets you he finds your politeness and kind words adorable

-After a few dates, he’s shocked when he hears you curse a guy out during dinner when he was being a jerk to his girlfriend

-He never expected it from you

-Soon it becomes a regular occurrence 

 -At first, he finds your teasing annoying but it starts to grow on him

-Now he finds it pretty funny, and it’s one of the ways you can get him to laugh, mostly in disbelief of how different you are from when you first met

McCree:

-Much like Hanzo he found you adorable when you first met

-When he heard you curse for the first time he just burst out laughing

-Still finds you absolutely adorable

- Is constantly telling the team your more…. memorable quotes

Soldier 76:

-When he first met you he found your lack of cursing admirable

-He would cringe whenever he said a curse in front of you

-One day you stub your toe and all hell breaks loose

-He’s shocked

-But, he feels more comfortable after that

-Not having to watch what he’s saying as closely

[overwatchxreader]

HC for peeps of your choice and their s/o accidentally calling them daddy?

Soldier 76:

-The two of you are training

-He tells you what you need to work on

-You reply with “yes daddy” 

-As soon as the words leave your mouth you realize what you said

-”What did you say, soldier?”

-You look at him for a second, before leaving the room

-Never mentioning it again

-He won’t ever admit it but he kinda liked it

McCree:

-You’re at a bar with him

-He’s drunk off his ass

-You’re the designated driver

-He asks you if you’re ready to go

-”Of course, daddy”

-You turn around to see Jesse with a smirk

-”What was that darlin’?”

-”Nothing Jesse,” you say while hurriedly leaving the bar

-He brings it up whenever he can

[overwatchxreader]

Can I get a head canon of Reinhardt, soldier, and reaper trying to convince reader to go to the doctors to get there shots. Reader is deadly afraid, so they are quite stubborn about it, almost rather risking getting sick then getting the shot.

Reinhardt:

-His first priority is your health

-He finds it kinda adorable how nervous you are, and he so feels kinda bad about how scared you are

-He tries to convince you by telling you all the help it will do

-If that doesn’t work he’ll tell you that the two of you are going to get ice cream but he brings you to the doctor

-He holds your hand the entire time though

-You hate him for like a day but soon get over it

Soldier 76:

-He finds your fear a little ridiculous

-But he cares deeply about making sure you feel safe, especially when you’re with him

-It takes a lot of coaxing but he eventually manages to get you to go

-He takes you out to dinner afterward as an apology

Reaper:

-He is very annoyed at your fear

-This man has like zero patience honestly

-If you don’t agree to go within two or three times of him asking you, he’ll literally drag you there

-But while you’re there he holds your hand, silently comforting you

-He tells you how brave you were after where no one else can hear his gentle encouragement 

[thetrueenemyofhumanity]

Take off the mask.

“Sorry!” you squeaked when the vigilante flinched as the alcohol seeped into a particularly deep gash across his back. He responded with a deep chuckle. It sounded odd. Especially since he barely made a sound since you met him.

“Relax kid, that’s not the worst thing to happen to me tonight,” he replied in a tired voice that was altered slightly by mask he refused to take off. You stayed quiet as you cleaned his various wounds. Scars old and new littered his body. Some so aggressive you wondered how he was even sitting before you now. The biotic field he had put down was rapidly speeding up the healing process but it could only do so much. What worried you the most was how nonchalant he was about the whole thing. How violent was his life that he treated bullet wounds like paper cuts? You had found him bleeding out in the alley behind your apartment and had to practically drag the soldier to your couch to treat him. All the while he protested that he was “fine”. But he wasn’t fine at all. Not fine enough to hold up a proper fight to you helping him anyway. In the battle of stubbornness, you prevailed. Sure this was risky. You knew he was dangerous. You knew he was wanted on every continent. But you also knew you couldn’t just let someone die.

“Okay, I think that’s as good as it’s going to get,” you say solemnly as you snapped the first aid kit shut and began clearing away the blood-soaked cloth and utensils after you had bandaged him up. He mumbled a thanks before reaching for the iconic jacket that had been flung over the back of the couch. Your head snapped over to him as he grunted in pain at trying to pull the jacket back on. You instinctively grabbed his arm to stop him. Your eyes widened as you realised what you had just done. His gaze travelled up your arm to your face, his expression unreadable behind that damn mask. A beat passed before you snatched your hand away and stumbled for words.

“Y-you shouldn’t be moving. You’re gonna make the injury worse. So just…just stay here, get some rest and try to heal before you go out guns-blazing again,” you commanded.

“The hell I am. I appreciate the help, kid, but I’m a wanted man-“

“Which is exactly why you should rest up here! No one is going to come looking for you here and you lost a lot of blood. You need to rest and this is the logical place to stay,” you argued, crossing your arms. You had no idea where this courage came from. Maybe the sleep deprivation.

He was silent for a moment, trying to think of a counter-argument, before letting out a long sigh. He knew you were right. You seemed trustworthy. After all, if you were going to kill him or sell him out, you wouldn’t have bothered patching him up first.

“Understood, soldier. Thank you,” he said with a nod.

“You’re welcome.” A smile tugged at your lips and you gave him a mock salute. You fetched him a glass of water and some painkillers and set them on the table in front of him. He looked at them for a moment before looking back up at you. A moment of awkward silence fell before realisation dawned on you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath through your nose. "You’re not taking the mask off, are you?”

You opened your eyes and looked at him as he slowly shook his head.