Summary: Overwatch plans a trip to the beach but while there, Jack’s future s/o feels self-concious and Jack comforts them.
Warnings: Body negativity (everyone is beautiful and don’t let others tell you otherwise
Notes: Hey so I haven’t written in about 2 years so this might be a little (a lotta) rough. But thank you for reading and let me know if you see anything I need to improve on!!
Joining Overwatch meant little free time. Everyone knew that. No more sitting around 24/7, no more sleeping in every day, no more pure laziness. Vacation? That seemed out of the question. There was no way that missions would be put on hold for some silly fun time, right? Well, you were wrong. Winston made the announcement during breakfast. “Listen up, everyone! You all have been working very hard lately and you deserve some time off. There’s a beach about 45 minutes away from here. It’s quiet, it’s pretty, and most of all, it’s safe. We’ve got two beach houses rented and plenty of rooms to occupy so everyone get ready to have some fun!”
Talking, laughter and cheers occupied the silence after the announcement. D.Va complained about not having her games with her and Tracer blinked up to Winston, begging for Emily to come with. Seated beside you, Jack grunted in response to the news. You smiled at him, “Don’t you like the beach 76?”
His eyebrows came together, eyes hidden by the glowing red visor, “It’s okay, I suppose.”
The two of you had a unique relationship, seeking each other for comfort at nights, sitting next to each other whenever you could, taking him out to go shopping (he secretly loved it don’t let him lie.) A level of trust was shared, he was even comfortable talk about his past life, allowing me to call him Jack in private and seeing him without the visor. Saying you had a slight crush on him was a huge understatement.
The trip was planned a month in advance, giving everyone plenty of time to clear their schedules and get as many missions done as possible. Three days before, you were in your room packing. Your eyes drifted to the underwear drawer housing the few swimsuits you had. Bad thoughts started to crossed you mind. There’s so many skinny girls in Overwatch. All of them are equally as beautiful, why would anyone look at me in a swimsuit?
Getting up from your previous position you make your way over to said drawer, opening it and finding you favorite swimsuit. I can’t think this way, I won’t let these thoughts ruin this trip. I’ve worked so hard training my body to the way it is now. You shove the suit in your bag and set the bag near the door, trying to think positive thoughts about the whole trip.
When the day to leave finally arrived, Jack met you as you came out of your room. “Ready to go?” You nod and went to grab your bag, only to be beaten to it. “I’ve got it, lets head to the car.”
A slight blush made it’s way onto your face at the gentlemanly action, “Thank you, Jack.”
Three cars were being used to transport you all to the beach houses. Your car consisted of McCree, D.Va, Tracer, and Emily (whom Winston finally gave in and let Tracer bring.) Jack was in the car in front of you, put in charge of driving with the moody Asian boys and Winston. Looking towards Tracer, she held a slight smirk on her face, “So, (y/n), did you buy a special swimsuit for 76 to see you in?”
Your face starts to heat up and you roll your eyes, “We aren’t together Lena.”
She laughs and turns toward the front, “Not yet, love, but you just wait.” Oh this is going to be a long ride.
Finally after being drilled with questions from the group, you arrived and piled out of the cars, grabbing your things and finding rooms to sleep in. Jack had packed away your bag in his car and was currently carrying it up to the house. You ran to catch up with him, walking together down the long hall full of rooms. “Where should I put your things?”
You looked around and gestured to an empty room with 2 beds and a connected bath, “How about there?” He shrugged and walked in, setting your bag on one bed and his on the other. Yet again a blush found it’s way onto your cheeks, “Are you gonna sleep in here with me?”
“Why not?” He went to close the door but was interrupted by Tracer, “Hey loves, lets head down to the beach! My feet are itching to be in the water!”
Jack hummed in response, “Let us get ready then, we’ll meet you all down there.” With that he went to his bag, digging around for his swimming trunks. “You heard her, let’s get dressed.”
You start to do the same, finding your suit and standing up, “I’ll go change in the bathroom and you can change in here, give me a call when you’re done.”
Making your way over to the bathroom, you proceed to shut the door and put on the suit. Looking in the mirror, the bad thoughts start to come back. See that part of your body, they’ll all laugh. It looks too tight and makes you look chunky. Your thighs are rubbing together, no one’s gonna want to see that. Most of all Jack will see you in this, he’s not gonna be impressed.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door, “Are you almost done? I can hear Lena practically screaming because she’s so impatient.”
Your worries practically scream in you head and your eyes start to fill with tears as you take in your image in the mirror once more, “Actually you go ahead without me. I’ll just stay in here and read.”
“Come on, we’re at the beach. If you want to read then you can at least do it in the sun on the sand.” You hear him growl in frustration when you still don’t come out of the bathroom. “That’s it I’m coming in.”
With a quick squeak you grab at the nearest towel, quickly covering up you body from the soldier in front of you. Tears had begun to stream down your face, them not going unnoticed. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Jack comes forward, taking off his visor and setting it on the bathroom counter. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and swim trunks.
You look down and sign, shaking you head, “It’s nothing, Jack. Don’t worry, go have fun with everyone else.”
He lowers himself to your eye level and presses his forehead against yours, “Tell me what wrong now, sweetheart.” And with that he lifts you up bridal style and takes you over to the bed, towel falling off of you leaving you exposed to the man. Quickly, you bring your hands up to your stomach and other areas you deem imperfect, covering them from his view.
Now it’s his turn to blush, taking in your form as you lay on the bed in front of him as his ears and face turn a bright shade of red. He sighs, “Wow.”
You turn away, fresh tears making their way into your eyes, “I know I don’t look like all of them. I’m not pin skinny or having muscles, I don’t have an amazing ass, my arms are flabby and so it my stomach. Just please leave so I can wallow in my self pity.”
Then he did something you didn’t expect, slowly he got into the bed next to you, placing his hands on your wrists and moving them away from the areas you were trying to hide. Now fully exposed to him in your swimsuit, you blush as you feel his hands replacing where yours were. Sucking in a breath, you shyly look into his eyes and he pressed his forehead to yours again, “Please don’t say those bad things about yourself, I don’t see you that way.”
He begins to lower himself and press slight kisses to the areas you were covering, “I think you’re perfect, every part of you is perfect.” He looks back up at you when he’d done, “Do you want to know why I’m wearing this t-shirt?”
You look up at him in confusion, “Why?”
He tentatively reaches down and removes his shirt, revealing his heavily scarred but muscular torso, “It’s because I thought you wouldn’t like seeing this, seeing all of these. I was afraid you’d reject me after knowing what I looked like under the suit.”
You raise a hand, brushing them over his muscles and feeling the scar tissue brush up against your finger tips. He closed his eyes and sighs, reveling at the feeling of your hand against him. You lean up and do what he did, lightly running your lips over every scar, every mark that coated his chest, “I would never reject you, Jack.”
He leans his forehead against yours and places his forearms on either side on you head to keep him up. His eye flicker down towards your lips, silently asking you permission. You nod and pull him into a slow and passionate kiss. His hands travel down your body again, gently caressing you.
The moment would have lasted forever if it wasn’t interrupted by a laugh near the door. Pulling apart and Jack rolling off of you and moved his hand to cover up his face where his visor should be, you look to see Tracer leaning against the door frame, “See, love? Told you it’d happen.” And just as fast as she came, she left, leaving the two of you in a comfortable silence.
Jack looked over toward you, “You know, we could stay in here if you still want to. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable out there.”
You smile at him, moving your hand to tangle in his hair and pulling him in for another kiss, “On second thought, let’s go have fun at the beach.”
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