thetrueenemyofhumanity:

I’m so sorry for the hiatus and I know I should have posted this sooner and i really really need to do requests I am so sorry it’s just life has had other plans for me unfortunately and I am so sorry. But here’s a lil 76 for the festive season

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No matter how lightly you tread, you couldn’t achieve the silent footsteps you so desired. You had hoped that the snow would muffle your footsteps. Instead it caused a crunch with each step and left a trail your enemies could easily use to track you. Each heavy breath created a cloud of condensation, billowing like smoke around you. You stiffened when you heard heavy footsteps approaching just beyond the corner. You pressed your back against the building, the cold steel making you shiver even through your thick jacket. The seconds dragged as you waited for your prey, their footsteps slowly getting louder. As soon as a form turned the corner you threw the snowball before it had a chance to melt any more in your grip. But as soon as it left your fingers you instantly regretted it.

Soldier 76 barely flinched as the snow exploded against his visor. With a low growl he slowly turned his head in your direction. Where you were previously red from the biting cold, you were quickly going pale as the blood rushes from your face.

“Oh no,” you breathed, “Oh crap, I’m so sorry, soldier, I-”

“You will be,” he replied. You looked at him with a mixture of fear and confusion. Realisation dawned as he bent to scoop up a large handful of snow.

“No no,” you pleaded, “I said I was sorry!”

You held up your hands to protect your face, but soldier had damn good aim and landed a perfect shot. A burst of stinging cold erupted in the centre of your face and you let out a small yelp before shaking the snow off. Oh the soldier wanted to play war? It was on.

You rolled to cover behind snow-covered boxes, shovelling up snow as you did. Peeking over the box you launched the projectile before ducking behind your cover as he retaliated. This battle went on quite a while, the both of you missing quite a few shots thanks to giddiness. Just as you dived from one cover to the next, his arm shot out and caught you around the waist and pulled you against him, causing you to shriek in surprise. In the ensuing confusion, your legs got tangled with his and the pair of you toppled into the snow.

You both lay there for a moment, too breathless to move, the snow a pleasant relief now that you were sweating in your heavy jacket.

“Ready to surrender?” you asked, still trying to reclaim your breath.

“How about a temporary ceasefire?” Soldier offered, pushing himself up and offering you his hand and helping you to your feet.

“Sounds good,” you replied with a nod. Your face stung from all the hits to your bare skin and you were sure you were red as his visor. On top of that, melted snow had began seeping through your gloves and you were beginning to lose the feeling in your fingers. You had pulled off your gloves to try and breath some heat into digits when Soldier suddenly grabbed you, stepping in front of you and pulling you against his chest just as a bombardment of snowballs hit his back.

“Aw man!” you heard D.Va huff, “I missed the headshot. But I did get 228 points!”

“And how do you figure that?” Lucio asked.

“I hit 76 three times,” she giggled.

“Oh, that how we’re doing it now?” Lucio replied, readying another snowball.

“Dammit,” Soldier muttered, “I’m getting too old for these young punks.”

You brushed the snow from his shoulders and gave him a playful punch.

“Don’t worry, Soldier,” you assured him, pulling your gloves back on, “I’ve got your back. You may want to take cover, though… Mei adds rocks to hers sometimes.”

thetrueenemyofhumanity:

A little something for @mandakatt because she’s a wonderful human and she wrote me a masterpiece and it just so supportive. 

It’s nowhere near as good but you can’t top perfection. I hope you enjoy regardless and please try ignore the thousands of mistakes!

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Sleep had always been infrequent for you but since Soldier 76 came into your life, it was even more so. Every night you stayed up, pacing the floor and anxiously fidgeting as you awaited his return. And every night he did he would once again argue that you should be asleep, not wasting your time waiting for him. But how could you sleep when he was out there risking his life? Even when you tried images of him hurt and alone would flash across your mind every time you closed your eyes. Jack tried to help by texting you updates and a simple “Alive” but you a little at ease. However, you knew that in his line of work, a lot can change in an instant. So you couldn’t rest. Not until saw with your own eyes that he was safe. Most nights anyway. 

Tonight, you had lost that battle. A hectic day fueled by only three hours of sleep had seriously taken its toll on you. You fought to keep your eyes open. What if Jack called in an emergency? What if he stumbled home half bleeding to death? But you could only win against nature and the beckoning of the soft couch for so long. 

You awoke a few hours later to find yourself wrapped in a soft throw that you knew for a fact had not been there before. Your groggy mind took longer that it should have to piece it all together. Once it clicked that Jack was home you leaped from the couch, almost falling over as your legs got tangled in the blanket. At least the soft glow from the hall shed enough light to prevent you crashing and causing yourself any further harm. You always left it on so that, when he did finally arrive home, Jack would be greeted with some sense of homely warmth. 

You crept into the kitchen and opened your mouth to greet him but quickly shut it to instead hang back and figure out just what the hell he was up to. He was leaning over a box that rested on the kitchen counter, and while you couldn’t quite see much thanks to his broad back obstructing the view, you could tell that the box wasn’t exactly hygienic to have in the kitchen. Chunks of cardboard were ripped away and there were stains of who knows what covering the remaining. Despite the commotion you had caused in trying to get up, Jack was completely oblivious to the fact you were standing in the doorway. He was too caught up with whatever was in the box and muttering something you couldn’t quite make out. You cleared you throat to get his attention, causing him to jump up and smack his head off of the cupboard above him. You internally winced at the thud it made, but that didn’t stop you from finding it absolutely hilarious. 

“What’s with the box?” you asked, biting your lip to hold back the laughter. 

“You ninja,” he huffed, rubbing his head. “You should be asleep.”

“And you shouldn’t be risking your life every day, yet here we are. And you didn’t answer my question,” you said sternly, crossing your arms and nodding at the box, which was…moving?

Even with the mask on you could tell Jack was getting flustered, trying to figure out just what to say. 

“Look, I know this may not have been the best idea and we may be a bit too busy for this responsibility but I couldn’t just leave it there. I was going to show you him after I had cleaned him up but… If you don’t want him, I’ll find him a home in the morning,” he assured you, reaching into the box with one hand and pulling out a dirt-covered kitten. It let out an odd mewl at being handled and quickly latched its claws into Jack’s thick jacket as soon as it was close enough to its chest. 

“I’m sure he’ll be a lot cuter once we clean him off. Well, I think it’s a he. I’m not the expert on all this. I just thought …Well he could keep you company when I’m out,” he admitted. What he omitted was that he also hoped it would bring you some comfort considering the stress he put on you. He looked down at the kitten rather than you, expecting to be chewed out for bringing this animal into your home. What he wasn’t expecting was the excited squeal that came from you before you rushed over and plucked the kitten from him and gently cradling it against your chest. Judging by the incessant purring, the little beast was just as happy with the cuddle as you were. 

“Oh no, we are not getting rid of it! It’s so adorable,” you cooed, “What do we call it?”

“That’s for you to decide, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “but maybe we should get it cleaned up first. Then the three of us get some sleep, agreed?”

You simply nodded, not paying too much heed to his words as you were just too infatuated with the bundle of fur in your arms. Jack getting home was always a treat, but this just made it all the sweeter. What was sweeter again was watching Jack “Hardass” Morrison completely melt when giving your new pet a bath. Despite the tough exterior, Jack could be the softest person you knew. Though he’d never agree with that.

overwatch-x-reader:

76: You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.

You didn’t think you had ever been this annoyed.

Sure, you had dealt with annoyance before but never had it raged in your stomach like the fire you felt today. The fact that it was mixed in with feelings of sadness, regret and guilt only made you feel worse. But you weren’t exactly that angry with yourself.

You were mad at him.

The stupid, idiotic man lying on the bed in front of you, out cold with no signs of waking up anytime soon. Your hand was grasping his tightly despite his inability to respond.

“You silly man,” you muttered under your breath, tone sharp and you had to take a breath to stop yourself from crying. You weren’t one to let your emotions get ahold of you if you could help it. Your nickname for Jack, ‘old man’, seemed rather more fitting now that he was laid in a hospital bed.

Angela told you that he had pushed you out of the way of an incoming Death Blossom from Reaper and taken the full force of it. You didn’t remember as his push was a little more forceful that intended and had knocked you out. When you awoke, you were in a similar bed next to Jack. But you had woken up. He hadn’t yet.

After another hour of nothing, and three visits to Angela to check if he should be awake yet, you decided to break the silence and began talking to your boyfriend.

“I’ve never done this before,” you whispered, looking around to check nobody was watching you, “Spoken to you where you haven’t been listening intently to each word I say.

You chuckled. It was empty.

“Honestly Jack, when are you going to learn,” you shuffled slightly closer to his bed and grasped his hand in both of yours, placing a feather light kiss to his knuckles, “We protect each other. Not just throw ourselves into grave danger without a care in the world.”

You desperately tried to blink back your tears but, upon finding you couldn’t, decided for once you could let yourself be vulnerable. Nobody was around, after all.

“Just wake up,” you cried quietly, resting your forehead against your joined hands as you let go of all your worries in one go, “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you. I’ve never been on a mission without you there. Guiding me. Covering me. Apparently, saving my ass once in a while. I just wish you didn’t have to get your own ass kicked to save mine.”

You heard a rumbling chuckle that startled you upright and you let out a choked sob of relief as Jack’s eyes opened groggily.

“I did get my ass kicked, didn’t I?” His voice was thick with sleep and held a hoarseness to it that you couldn’t bring yourself to worry about for now. All that mattered was that he was awake.

“Hey hey pretty thing,” he soothed once he saw your tears and his eyes widened, “I’ve never seen you cry before, y’know?”

The pad of his thumb came up to wipe your tears away but you got there first, scrubbing them away furiously and taking a deep breath to clear them as best you could.

“And you never will again.” Your voice had a warning tone to it but it wasn’t as serious as you wanted it to be, obviously, as Jack was chucking again before you knew it.

“There’s my Y/N,” he smiled fondly and you found yourself blushing before you could stop it. He patted the bed next to him and you smiled and shook your head.

“You need your-” you began to protest but suddenly he was pulling you onto the bed and you couldn’t get away, cuddled protectively into his arms.

“We’re having a serious chat later on why you don’t throw yourself in front of me in battle by the way, idiot.” You told him, turning your head slightly in order to face him.

“Yes boss,” he muttered with a tired mock salute before wrapping his arms around you again. You wondered briefly whether to show him just how serious you were but feeling his warmth engulfing you and a wave of sleepiness wash over you, you decided to leave it for now and snuggled further into him, placing your hands on the biceps around your chest.

Angela watched on from the next room, shaking her head.

“Not-so-young love.” She sighed wistfully before continuing her task at hand.

Saix: good responses to being stabbed with a keyblade?
Vexen: oh no i’m allergic
Demyx: it sword of seems like you’ve got a problem with me
Xigbar: laughter. not the word “laughter”, just. laughing
Marluxia: sure it’s the thought that counts and i appreciate the sentiment but does this gift come with a receipt
Larxene: grabbing the sword by the blade, pulling it out, handing it back to them and saying “you dropped this”
Lexaeus: that’s unfortunate
Zexion: it could be worse
Axel: this isn’t really how i pictured my day going when i woke up this morning, but who am i to complain