Request : yes , " well, can i request platonic soldier76's reaction, that a newcomer!male!reader, who is kind and sometimes reckless, that is his grandson, and had to look after himself to early, like never got to know his parents nor relatives. And jack probably got the news from winston through a dna test " for @lufenianwol !
Type : headcanons
A / N : I hope this is what you wanted! I haven't written for him in AGES but it was fun to do it again!
To be honest when Jack first saw you he was a bit concerned by your reckless attitude
He really only liked you because their teammates seemed to enjoy your company
He kept his distance though
Jack felt weird about you but he couldn't place his finger on what made him feel off
Y / N asked Winston to run some DNA tests to find his family
Jack hadn't known about it until Winston told him the results
He was taken aback to say the least
You on the other hand really didn't seem to care. You we're really only looking for your parents and siblings if you had any
Jack was at first confused about this whole mess. Was it luck or was it someone playing a trick on him? Trying to makw him go soft?
Seeing Jack was ex - military and his relationship with TALON he felt off and was more distant than before
He avoided you like the plague
After the denial of everything he started to accept very slowly
Acceptance came with anger
'How could anyone do that to a child?' He'd asked Winston and Tracer multiple times
Slowly his anger did end up fading into nothing but loving dad energy
If you couldn't have a good dad he'd tried to fill the spot
Once Jack finally opened up to you and tried to have a relationship instead of just being a complete bitch and avoiding you and anything to deal with you he promises to protect you with his life
Jack lets you have the childhood you wished you could have had as a older teen / adult
He may be a little bit of a helicopter parent due to your dumbassary but he's trying to just be good enough
Once you do have a stronger bond he's very cheesy when you're alone or around teammates
He'd tease you about anyone you dare look at
Jack would also spoil you rotten
Anything you wanted, he was going to get you
Over all, he grows to love you like a son and supports you through everything
Note: This was not spell checked nor grammer checked! I apologize in advance for the mistakes
hey can i request ow headcannons of a s/o who does drag? (with soldier, lucio, cassidy, baptiste and junkrat) gn pls! thanks in advance :3
Soldier, Lúcio, Cassidy, Baptiste, and Junkrat x Drag Queen S/O Headcanons
A/N: TYSM FOR THE REQUEST OMG! I am a fan of watching people do drag on occasion but I hope I did my best writing this for you!! I did their opinions on you doing drag and their reactions to seeing you in drag for the first time since you didn't really specify anything in particular!!!! :D
Have a fun time reading anon, Ily <;33
Genre: Relationship Headcanon
CW: Flirting, Cursing, Pre-relationship status
Word Count: 1,545
Soldier 76
Soldier 76 respects your determination for the part of being a Drag Queen. I mean, you have to buy so much makeup, clothes, wigs if you want, and glitter.
He can't even figure out how to do makeup, even though you have tried to teach him before. He has figured out how to walk in your small heels, which he joked, "This is a step up to becoming a drag queen, huh?"
He never really sees you in drag, his first time after you two started dating was crazy. You packed your bags since you and some of your Drag Queens were going to go to the mall and he came out of the room groggily in surprise.
He knew you did drag, that was one of your first conversations you two had before dating, but he never expected to see you in your outfits this early on!
"Oh, Good Morning Jack!" you said in a cheery tone, turning around to see him furrowed eyebrows. "Your so.. shiny." he said, clearing his throat. "Yeah, it comes with the part dear" you replied, walking over to kiss him on his forehead. "How the hell did you get all of that on you.. how can you even breathe or walk?" he kept questioning on. "You look like a totally different fucking person!"
You laughed, telling him you made him coffee already and that you'll be home soon. You hugged him as he fell into your hug slightly, getting a face full of clothes. "I have so many damn questions when you get back
Lúcio
Lúcio is such a fan of you doing drag and he loves the fact you use his music for your shows. He loves doing makeup with you since before he does to a music concert, he puts on concealer, green eye makeup, and even fake freckles on some parts of his face. He even puts glitter on his facial hair sometimes which you help him with.
He has even been to one of your shows and has been the biggest support/cheerleader since you two started to be friends all through your relationship.
The first time he saw you in drag was during one of the music concerts, you dressed in all green and glow sticks and gave out frog lollipops to people who passed. This was before you two started dating, your first interaction.
You were a huge fan of his music so obviously, you would come! You even bought a backstage pass to actually meet him! After his main opening and playing DJ, he decided to let the music play with one of his helpers to do a backstage meet-and-greet.
You walked up in line, being the first one. When he was walking to the area and saw you, he blushed slightly.
"Hey Hey!" He said while sliding up to look at you and your outfit. "Whoa... You look fantastic!" he laughed excitedly. You smiled even more. "I love your music!! I am so glad you like my outfit- I tried my best to make it look like- you!" you replied, placing the CD down. "Maybe you should be my outfit manager...see you around tho, Drag Lúcio!" he offered, signing your CD with his signature... and his number.
Cassidy
Cole Cassidy has never really understood why people drag, but he is amazed at how people put on a persona and wear all those heels and clothes. Like seriously, he could never wrap his head around how people in drag put on such a daring personality and a bold look for hours on end!
Although he doesn't fully understand why you do drag, he is supportive nonetheless. He even lets you do his makeup on rare occasions, mainly when he is drunk. One time he woke up with a face of makeup and his nails done (LMAO).
He does sometimes try to wear your heels. "It can't be that hard, I mean, I wear these boots all day and they got heels to em'!" Once he got up and tried to walk he instantly fell, and oh, you laughed your butt off while helping him up.
The first time he saw you in drag was when he came home from a bar. He had gotten drunk and you had just finished testing a drag outfit you were going to wear later in the week; you never expected him to get home this early. You were walking around the house when he saw you, and god was he stuck standing there like an idiot.
"You are home so early, what happened?" you asked concerningly, normally he would be out all night till early in the morning. "Why did ya' get all dolled up for me?" he drunkenly asked with a deep laugh, smiling oh so happily. "You look fab-u-lous babe!" he added, opening his arms up for a hug.
You were flattered by his drunken compliment. You asked if he was drunk, and he replied yes with a groan. "But just because I'm dr-runk means nothin' darlin'! I can stay up all night while you get all dolled up" he replied, with a huge grin. You laid him down on the couch, telling him you would be back without the outfit on; when you got back in more suitable clothes he was passed out. I mean hey, at least you know he doesn't mind you doing drag!
Baptiste
Baptiste has always been the kind of man to love and appreciate everything in life. When he found out you did drag he was so happy to know one of your lifestyles. He loves hearing you talk about what kind things you do when in drag, the persona you put on, the stories you have to tell.
He is just really happy about your hobbies, and this one he has asked to join in. He happily did a mini-fashion show with the two of you and your drag costumes you had. Obviously he was just playing and enjoying the moment with you. During the start of the fashion show he finally saw you in drag, after days of asking to see photos of you.
The two of you had set up a fake run way going from the dining room into the living room, a red cloth being the run way set. "I am so excited! Go first!!" he rushed you into the bedroom to change.
You laughed, excited to see his reaction to you in a quick drag outfit. Baptiste, on the other hand, had set up a camera to record you so he could watch the moment whenever he wanted to.
After many minuets, you gave him a warning with a "Coming down the runway, your favorite partner of all time..", finishing it right as you got in line of sight as Baptiste. He stood up, overreaction with gasps and laughs and moving his arms around you in shock.
"That looks fantastic! How did you do this in such little time?" he asked quickly, a jump in his step as you explained how this is just something you did quickly, and how you could do better with more amount of time. After millions of questions from him, he begged you to do his makeup like a drag queen and you two could do a mini photo shop.
Junkrat
Junkrat wasn't really educated with many kinds of hobbies, drag included. Honestly, he had seen you in drag millions of times and wasn't really phased by it, but he loved seeing the sparkles and colors on your already handsome face. He asked you questions like "Are ya sureee that's comfortable? In this weather? Is it bomb proof? Why do you always go out in that dress?" You find the questions cute, and glad he seemed quite interested in it.
He had once been to one of your drag events, a kids reading event. He sat right near the front, watching you read with a huge smile on his face. Even in drag or not, you were so handsome and he loved that.
The first time he saw you in drag was a week after you two started dating. He had just got out of the shower (crazy i know) and you were seeing what outfit matched best with the makeup you were wearing in the living room. When he came out into the living room you were going to ask him what worked best, but then...
"Hey dearie, you ran out of soa- OH MY GOSH!" his eyes lit up at the outfits you had laid out. "ARE THESE YOURS? ARE YOU GOING TO WEAR THEM??" he asked excitedly while you explained what you were doing.
"I'm assuming you don't know but- I am a Drag queen and we wear all these clothes and makeup and stuff and just have fun! we sing-" he cut you off, saying he should also be a drag queen since he is an 'amazing' singer/song writer/musician/ actor/fashionista. He was over-exaggerating, but it made you start to cackle.
You promised Junkrat that when you got back that you would help him do drag. He laughed, jumping around. "Caannn my drag queen person have bombs on them? and gold? and fire?" he asked while you sighed with a smile on your face. What have you created?
A/N: Anon, and everyone else, I am so sorry i haven't uploaded in so long! I've been busy with school and kinda forgot i have a Tumblr but I will slowly post more and more. Also sorry if anyone here seems Out of Character. ILY MWAHH
Hey could I request a yandare Soldier 76 or Reaper were the Reader is also yandare for them as well. If you are comfortable with this of course. If possible Nsfw i'm good with Sfw as well. Sorry once more but if you can have them separated please. Sorry again in advance.
No need to apologize Anon, we all like some messed up stuff. I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Yandare Relationships, Unhealthy Relationships, Sex, Sexual Situations, Bondage, Rough Sex, Murder, Torture, Getting off to Murder/Pain
Soldier 76:
Jack isn’t the best at hiding his dangerous side. He’s good for a while but if someone tries to approach you or distract him, he can change with the blink of an eye. It helps to have you there to cover for him. The two of you are the charming, lovely couple and no one thinks anything else of it.
Both of you have horrible jealously streaks, especially when it comes to people ‘flirting’ with your partner. Most actions are taken as flirting and you both react accordingly. Jack will step between the two of you, distracting the person with a smile. You’ll place a hand on his arm, claiming that you need him for something important, sorry for interrupting.
Once you’ve gotten each other out of the situation, all bets are off. Jack will pin you to the wall, fucking you until you can’t walk for days. You’ll tie him to the bed, riding and teasing him until he’s in tears. If there’s someone who won’t get the memo, in either situation? Neither of you are afraid to get your hand dirty for love.
Reaper:
The two of you are the resident power couple for sure. You always seem to be in sync and never have issues that make it into public. Sure, you’ll tease each other and don’t agree on every mission but you have each other’s backs 100%. There are some benefits about being in Blackwatch and under the radar. No one knows about your ‘less than savory’ methods and you want to keep it that way.
Gabe is never happy with just ‘getting rid’ of people who bother you. He wants to make sure they never look in your direction again, never think to mess with the love of his life. This usually comes in the form of torture and pain. You think it’s sweet that he cares so much but he spends too much time on the process. You think a quick snap of the neck works just as well.
Nothing gets you going than Gabe ‘defending you’. It can be anything from a glare to blood on his hands, you just want to jump him at every opportunity. The same goes for him. He’ll drag you into a closet to fuck you silly and you’ll slide onto his cock during work, acting innocent when people walk into his office. Your sex life is wild and you wouldn’t ask for anything else.
Hi can I request a headcanon for soldier 76, reaper, and hanzo, where a male s/o dresses like vintage icons like Josephine baker and Marilyn Monroe, but is also a badass spy.
A/N: Lol, might end up coming back to this and writing skits
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Soldier:76
» He had always wondered why you had so many dresses, wigs, and other accessories in your closet. And why makeup littered your nightstand
» he found it out, when he was given a mission for infiltration, you, Zenyatta and him were supposed to go to an extravagant party helping omnics in crisis, however, it seemed that anti-omnic groups wanted to place harm upon the guests.
» When you stepped onto the ship, you looked like a completely different person, then again he did too, suits were never his thing
» There you were, looking like you were straight out of a 60’s movie
» The party was going fine, and based on all the information getting to him and overwatch headquarters, he knew this mission would go fine
» Until you went missing that is
» Zenyatta had come up to him saying that you had left to go get some more drinks, but hadn’t returned
» Jack searched for you, and then found you outside, make-up smeared across your face, and two bodies below your feet
» “I found the terrorists.” is all you said before Jack felt like his knees could cave in under him
» God, he thought you were so hot
» “What are you looking at, farm boy?”
“Fuck me.”
“Hold on-”
Reaper
» Infiltration and flanking was his specialty, so he was surprised when you, his sweet (Y/N), was going to be the one infiltrating instead
» And yet, here he was, staring at you like you were one of those actresses in those old movies Jack used to like watching
» your job was simple, he had to catch and apprehend the boss of a famous business, as it seemed he was giving information to overwatch
» it was easy getting you in, but it would be harder to get you out
» his blood boiled when he watched you get handsy with the boss, and the boss seemed to enjoy it
» he lost sight of you when you left the office, and he felt so panicked
» until your comm came on, stating that you had the guy with you
» It was even more interesting when he found you on the roof with the man slung over your shoulder and grinning
» “You should wear that more often, Carino~.” He’d purr, and then Sombra would tease you two
» Let’s just say you don’t use this look just for missions anymore
» “I think I might’ve broken his nose.”
“Doomfist will most likely kill him anyways.”
“good.” You said. “The guy didn’t respect women at all. He kept eyeballing my ass the entire time.”
Hanzo
» “Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N)?” headass
» You then spoke to him, and that’s when he knew, you also explained the mission you were going on
» it was highly dangerous, you were not going to be given backup??? what???
» Basically, you had to catch the eye of a crime lord in las vegas, and that made his blood boil, you were his damn it.
» you left a few hours, joking that you’d bring him a custom poker chipset
» It had been three days and still no word from you...until you put out a distress signal
» nobody has ever seen Hanzo get onto a dropship faster, he was even faster than tracer was
» he arrived on the scene, expecting to take them by surprise, but then the boss’ men began to let out cries and shout at each other
» he snuck down and into the area, taking out a few men, but paused, hearing grunts of pain down the hall
» he came across you in a hallway, littered with unconscious guards, and your dress was ripped
AN: Woo hoo, another overwatch request, I absolutely adore and need those. Thank you so much for this request and nice words, you are so kind!
Solider 76 (Jack Morrison)
-As his past is filled with unpleasant stories and events, hard things to accept and losses, you are the only one who succeeded to put him at ease.
-It takes a lot of time and patience until he opens up to you. As a soldier, he is not supposed to expose himself but he really tried to let you in.
-As fast as he realizes that he is attracted to you, unlike others, he doesn't have a single moment in which he denied that. He is a logical man, he knew that there was no way of making his feelings disappear.
-The first mission you have together starts with him secretly feeling anxious. Why? Because how can you, the purest definition of everything peaceful with not the best work ethic, go out there? As fast as he sees how skilled you actually are, he is shocked and relieved.
-Missions are extremely important to him so expect him to be stiff and serious during those. But as bound and determined he is during missions, he still has a big heart, and as fast as you two are alone at home, he softens.
-He is not good with compliments but you can see that he tries his best to tell you what he appreciates you. The fact that you are shory and chubby is a plus, he loves your body and loves to watch you move around his place.
-If he had a long stressful day, the best remedy would be you, snuggling him. He can't put into words how grateful he is to have you and how much good you brought into his life. His favorite position for cuddling after such a horrible day would include him with his arms around your waist, head on your chest as you play with his hair.
-He is always the first to wake up and gives himself the permission to just stay for some minutes and watch you sleep peacefully. After that, he wakes you up in a warm manner, kissing your forehead, caressing your cheek and always telling you "Please stay safe today, I need you to be safe."
Her lungs felt like they were trying to escape the coughing echoing through the hallways. The usual residents had vacated the area not because of the Plague that had infected her but for the annual celebration within Overwatch headquarters. She wanted to attend, her excitement for the event had been ever-rising over the last few weeks. Jack would be back in time for it, meaning she could finally see him again. But luck had never been on (Y/N)s side and this time illness was her form of karma. It started a few days ago. She had just gotten off the phone with Morrison, his talk about the celebration flooding her mind as she wondered what was planned for this year.
Her mind wanders back to the year before. It took place a few days after their first date. The butterflies still flying around in her stomach. She walked down the hallway the music already ringing in her ears as she hummed along. The tune of the old, as she liked to call it. It played during important celebrations and meetings, had done so for as long as she could remember. And as Jack would later inform her, it was from before the Omnic crisis.
She made her way to the hall, ready to have a great night.
The doors were still open, balloons and banners in different blue and orange colours hanging around the place. People crowding around the buffet, forming groups while discussing what's been going on. Everything was full of life and seemed to reflect what she knew of Overwatch. Her eyes shot around the place, looking for the blonde hair of her dreams. She spots him near the stage, his face covered in worry. She makes her way towards him, her body pushing through the other agents. When she was near him, she stopped for a moment wondering if he even wanted to see her, especially now. Sure, they were friends, comrades in arms even before all this, but if she went to him now it would cross a line she wasn't sure she wanted to cross yet. Before she could truly pull through with that thought, he had spotted her. Their eyes meeting, seemingly casting a spell on her beckoning her to him. He smiled at her, his face seemingly losing the worry for a moment. She returned his smile, her hands interlocking with his. The anxiousness previously seen in his eyes replaced with adoration.
“You'll do great, Jack” She whispers, her voice barely audible over the crowd’s indistinct chatter. He smiles at her comment, his mind is put at ease for a bit. He pulls her closer, chin resting on her head as he breathes in her scent. The world around the two seemingly melted away, his nerves fleeing his body. Neither spoke a word, as the noise became silent their heartbeats falling into one. He takes a few deep breaths before Ana Amari takes the stage, her words pulling them to back into reality. The whole room went silent, as words of thanks and appreciation filling people's hearts with glee. Not much was spoken in reality, but that isn't what they want from the Captain. They were waiting for their Commander to speak.
“It is now my pleasure, as it has been for years, to welcome Commander Jack Morrison to say some words.”
She felt his body move away from her, the warmth leaving her as he walked up the stairs and onto the stage. She watched him, the way he clenched his hands in nervousness, the slight trip in his walk as the anxiety threw off his balance. The deep breath he took before he started talking. His words blur in her mind as she watches him, the way his lips move.
She feels the energy in the room change, the pride of each agent as he speaks of all the successes, the sadness over the losses in the hope for a better year. It filled her being as well, Jack always had this energy about him. It was what drew her in, what made her say yes when he asked her out. It was what made Jack Morrison commander, in more ways than one.
(Y/N)s trip down memory lane was interrupted by another coughing fit. Her throat dry, lungs burning in her chest. The sensation matching the heat that was emanating from her forehead. Her fingers trying to reach for the phone. The object just out of reach from her curled up position in the middle of the bed. She rolls to her side, her bones protesting at the movement.
Her fragile fingers dialled Ana's number, knowing Jack would have forgotten his phone. You'd think the commander would be organised enough to remember something that simple.
“(Y/N)? Where are you?” Ana’s voice filled the room.
“Jack...” a coughing fit interrupted her pleas.
“Oh dear...I’m so sorry but I can’t get Jack on the phone.” Ana sighs. She wishes she could help her friend but as luck may have it she was stuck. “Just...Try and make yourself some soup and I will get Jack to come to you straight after his speech, alright?”
“Thank you, Ana.” (Y/N) responds weakly. She knew this was all Ana could do. If she were to tell Jack now about her predicament he would come to her rescue, no matter the consequences. It would ruin everything.
She bids her friend goodbye, as the line goes dead. Her weakness befalling her again.
She knew Ana was right. She needed something to eat, her stomach growled at the thought, seemingly curling in on her.
Her muscles creak as she twists her way out of bed. Her feet barely touching the floor as the back still rests on a mattress.
Her fragile fingers pushing her body up, causing her figure to hunch over, somewhat imitating the image of a sad child. Slowly she ascends from the bed, deciding to stay wrapped in her blanket. She makes her way towards the kitchen, her cape dragging along on the floor. As she crossed the threshold her body falls limp against the wall for a moment. She takes a few deep breaths, followed by a mild cough before she moves forward again. Slowly, she pulled a pot from the cupboard, setting it on the stove. She leans against the counter, her head feeling fuzzy while the room started spinning.
“Sit down. I have to sit down.” She tells herself and she slides down the wall. Her body falling asleep on the floor, a deep slumber befalling her.
Meanwhile, Jack was finishing up his speech in the hall, his mind was cloudy with worry as he wondered where (Y/N) might be. He hadn't heard from her all day, well more Ana hadn’t heard from her yet. As he walked off stage he looked at his old friend. Her face clouded with worry, hard to hide.
“What is it?” He asks. His mind expecting the worst, in a way.
“(Y/N) called not too long ago. She’s sick...I’ll explain if anyone asks. Just get her something nice and help her.”
“Thank you, Ana.”
He smiles at his friend, while his mind wanders to his lover, wondering if she's ok. On his way through the crowd, he thought of ways to help her, beginning and ending with the idea of soup. Sadly, the great Commander lacks skill in one aspect of life... Cooking. That task often fell on his lover, for Jack handles things like setting the table or cracking open jars. Nothing special in that regard. But now, he felt like that responsibility fell on him. He wanted to do something nice for her, but first, he had to figure out how. He walks through the crowd, his mind filled with ways he could get this done but none seemed adequate.
He was so lost in thought that his surroundings became background noise. So much so that he ran face first into his friend.
“Hallo! Jack, are you alright?”
“Reinhardt. Yes… Actually, can you maybe help me with something?”
“Of course! What do you need?”
“Do you know how to make soup?” The usually overconfident commander shyly asked.
“Ah is your Liebchen ill?” Jack nods. “Natürlich kann ich helfen. Just mix melt some butter with a cup of flour. Then add water with the brühe and vegetables and let it sit.”
“Thank you, my friend.”
“You’re welcome.”
After wishing their farewells the two go separate ways, Reinhardt going deeper into the hall whereas Jack leaves it. Sadly luck is not on his side, for as he exits the hall, he's greeted by one of Reyes’ new recruits, McCree.
“Howdy, Commander. Where’re you off to in such a hurry? The party has just started.”
He can smell the alcohol in his breath. The younger agents always did this during the celebration, who was he to judge...especially now.
“McCree. Let me go past.” He grumbles as McCree laughs. The man in question stumbles, as his drunken balance causes him to fall to the commander, who lets out a grunt under the sudden added weight.
“Going to see your sweetheart?” McCree’s laughing continues, the noise buzzing in his head.
“Yes. Will you let me past now?” McCree falls away from the Commander.
“Take a shot of whiskey with the Missy with me. Might help you get your stick out of your ass.” He laughs, continuing on his merry way.
Jack decides to ignore that last comment and instead makes his way towards his flat. He was going to take care of her for once... Hopefully without giving her food poisoning. His boots echoed through the hallway. His pace fast, arms swinging slightly at his sides - seemingly contradicting his pace. After few moments, and a flight of stairs, he stands in front of what could be classified as their shared flat. He still hasn't asked her to move in... He had planned to for months now but it never seems to be the right moment. Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he pushes in his passcode. The door slides open as the lights flicker on. He enters the nearly dead silent room. He hears her small snores rhythmically breaking the silence. Deciding against calling out for his lover, he enters the flat. Calmly, he removes his jacket and shoes, respectively putting them away at the door. He walks through the front area, around the island and into the kitchen area. He's quick to spot her on the floor, quickly falling to his knees to check on her.
“(Y/N)? Sweetie? Wake up.” He calls to her, his hands lightly tapping her face.
“Jack?” She mumbles, her eyes opening a bit. “You’re home...Can we go to bed?” He smiles at her question, lifting her up into his arms, carrying her into their bed.
“Sleep Sweetie. I’ll wake you when food is ready.” She grumbles in response. Her body curling under the blanket, as sleep, befalls her again. Jack leaves the room, lingering at the door frame, looking back at his lover with concern. He sighs, walking into the kitchen. He leans against the counter, looking over the room. Mind wandering to his task, his hopes slowly falling as he realizes he cannot remember what to do.
Pushing himself off the counter, he walks to the front area reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out his communicator. His first instinct is to call Reinhardt and ask him about it again, but embarrassment gets the better of him. Instead, he attempts at finding a recipe online. He grabs the ingredients out of the cupboard. Constantly looking back at his device in an almost obsessive manner. His hands move slowly, as he reaches for pots and knives, melting butter and flour, frying the chicken and mixing the water and stock with the vegetables. Almost an hour later, and with kitchen messier than a bar after a fight. He grabs a spoon, seemingly the last few clean utensils in the area, tasting the mixture. A look of surprise crosses his face. It tasted good, a little salty but he knew that she wouldn’t complain. He reaches for a bowl and an extra spoon, filling it with the seemingly delicious mixture.
Cautiously he returns to the bedroom, his lover having barely moved from her original spot on the bed. Jack sets the soup onto the table next to their bed, before waking her up.
“Sweetheart” he murmurs, his hand pushing her hair out of her face. She grumbles for a moment before her eyes open. Her vision is unfocused for a moment, falling onto Jacks. “Hey, let me help you.” He pulls her up into a sitting position, reaching for the pillow she had previously occupied to put behind her. She leans towards the back, breathing in the scent of the soup.
“Smells good.” She exclaims, her speech slow and low. She hears him grab the plate and place it on her lap. “Thank you, Jack.”
“The great and mighty (Y/N) admitting that someone helped her. Never thought I’d see the day.” Jack mocks in a light-hearted manner. (Y/N) catches on to that, laughing slightly – trying to avoid a coughing fit.
“I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that” her voice gaining back some of its strength, as she starts to eat the soup. Eating it up in record time. “A lucky girl indeed. Maybe you should start cooking dinner.”
“Let’s not go that far, sweetheart.” He laughs, taking the empty bowl and placing it back on the side table. Moving his hand to stroke her face, her eyes fluttering slightly in response.
“Ready to sleep some more?” He questions. She nods, scooting further into the bed, leaving an open space. Jack chuckles, taking off his pants and shirt joining her. “I better not get sick because of you.” He mumbles into her hair, adding a light kiss. She mumbles something under her breath in response but passes out before Jack can ask what she said. Following her example, Jack lets sleep befall him, the world around them melting away, leaving nothing but them and the bed.
Weird request for you. Can you do a scenario with Gabriel Reyes and Jack Morrison where they have a younger (but of age) friend who they approach to be a comfort for them. They don't have the time to date and already like them so they approach them form a sugar daddy kind of way.
a/n: legit my first time writing something like this so sorry if it isn’t the best anon. i tried with what little bit i do know about sugar daddies, seen in the media, books and through fanfiction so i can only hope that this isn’t too bad??
this is sfw stuff, so if you wanted nsfw hc’s i’ll write some up for you.
Gabriel Reyes:
Is a very blunt, but polite man when it comes to you.
You are a constant in his life, a rock that can weather whatever sort of storm his emotions have him in. So he wouldn’t take too well to someone else trying to monopolize your time.
Makes sure that you are well taken care of, and if he learns that you are struggling he will help you.
Despite how he acts around you or others he has a real soft spot for you. Money and can’t replace a broken friendship or relationship with someone. If you so desire to have what the two of you have going right now it will be broken off and forgotten he will do so.
Enjoy’s having you near him, even if it’s just lounging about or pulling you in for a very quick hug.
Jack Morrison:
Jack loves your companionship more than anything.
Will often take you to dinner every once in a while, eating with someone is better than eating alone and knowing that he can treat you makes it even better.
Will text you good morning and good night text messages, he’s a sap be kind to him.
Like Gabriel, Jack cares about your health and wellbeing so if your current situation with him puts a strain on your relationship Jack will break it off and let things go back to how it used to be.
Loves reading a supportive text message from you or a voice recording when things become rough in Overwatch.
Hello and how are you doing? Could you do fatherhood headcannons for Soldier: 76, Genji, Roadhog, and Reinhardt? The sweeter, the better and please and thank you! (If it's too much, I understand! I'm sorry to bother but I hope you have a good day!)
(All aboard the fluff train!)
Reinhardt•His child gets to grow up as basically everyone’s little cousin, sister, etc. And the child embraces this. Everyone in Overwatch is a part of their family, even if it isn’t by blood.
•Takes them with him when he volunteers to help people in need.
•Trains them in combat and self-defense every day.
•Dad jokes galore, he’s worse than Jack.
•Sings German nursery rhymes to the child when it’s bedtime.
•Dad cuddles are his favorite thing, especially when the child is younger. He just casually holds them in his giant hand while he’s reading the daily paper.
Roadhog •Gets used to smoke bombs exploding somewhere in his house every five minutes.
•Has to constantly scold the child (And Junkrat) on where they can explode bombs.
•LOVES to give his child piggy back rides.
•On hot days, he just likes to lounge under a tree with his child resting atop his belly.
•Teaches his child proper etiquette, it’s an essential!
•Takes his mask off around the child, it signifies how close they are.
•Becomes a double bodyguard. Nobody will touch Junkrat OR his child.
Genji•Chill dad
•When his child does something wrong he doesn’t yell, he just asks they why what they did was wrong, and how they should strive to change that.
•When the child was born, he brought it to Zenyatta so he could place a harmony orb on the child.
•Doesn’t tell them of his past until the child is older. He wants them to have a good relationship with their uncle and not be swayed by the past.
•Meditates with the child every morning.
•Teaches the child about finding inner peace when they enter the angsty teen years.
•May of may not have cried when the child first summoned their dragon.
•Talks to his child in Japanese in private, and in English when in public.
•Safety dad. Looking both ways when crossing the street, holding hands while walking in public, and buckling up whenever they get in a vehicle.
Soldier: 76•Teaches the child the importance of leadership, and how the child should act when they are a leader.
•Let’s the child roam around the Overwatch base and reports back to him on how operations are going.
•Competes with Reinhardt for the title of ‘Dad jokes champion’. He loses every time, but always claims that Rein cheats.
•Trains his child on battlefield combat 24/7, he doesn’t want them to end up like him.
•Because he always loses the title of ‘Joke dad’ he decides instead to be ‘Fanny pack, socks and sandals, and tropical shirt dad’.
•Loves to take the child on non-dangerous missions with him.
•Takes the child back to his hometown for some good ol’ fashioned farm time.
•Loves to watch the sunset with his child every day he can. It’s a tradition that’s close to his heart.
