realized i wanted to post this one as a standalone. i get the urge to draw sad junkrat when i, too, am sad. but its okay because he has his bodyguard to keep him company!
I don’t believe we have just yet my friend, and that is quite a lovely thought to think about UvU
Just think about snuggling up with Okami Hanzo and being surrounded by all of these giant, soft boofers snuggling up beside both of you, both just begging for some belly rubs.
“Don’t spoil them,” Hanzo half-chastises, even when you reach out a hand to gently scritch over one of the wolves’ bellies. “They’re beasts of legend, and you treat them as if they are domestic puppies.”
Hanzo has repressed his emotions immensely, pushing away his doubts and fears to the back of his mind in order to survive. So when he’s faced with his greatest regret he just doesn’t know how to react.
Genji of course is enthusiastic, but that enthusiasm is quickly turned to concern when he sees how much his brother has changed. Gone is the regal, preened Hanzo, and standing in his place is a savage wolf.
The spirit wolves don’t help the situation either, as they see all humans as pitiful and weak. If you can’t tell the wolves are heavily inspired by Princess Mononoke. They aren’t cute and chatty, but cruel and cynical. They would have ripped apart the Overwatch crew if Hanzo hadn’t reigned them in
Theres also the fact that Hanzo deep down thinks he doesn’t deserve to be fully human anymore. After all, only a beast would cut down their brother without hesitation.
So we are talking about 76’s A.SALT RIFLE and DIET HEAL UP® can. But there is more…
I wondered what the small font says, and – hey, thanks reddit!
WARNING: TO BE USED ON EMERGENCY SITUATIONS ONLY DOES NOT REPLACE HEALTHY LIFESTYLE CHOICES PROLONGED USE MAY GIVE A FALSE FEEL OF CONFIDENCE DARK BEER FLAVOR WITH WITH STRONG AROMA MAY CONTAIN TRACES OF ENEMY TEARS
I’m sorry I haven’t been submitting any art recently…art funk is the worst. But I’ll try to get out of it! I might end up doing some more personal projects/ideas before I get back to requests (which sucks, because a lot of them are really adorable ideas) but I don’t want to produce sub par work meant for others .-.
anyway, have some doodles? Sombra centric but there’s some Mcsombra sprinkled in there too
These are just a few of the OW guys First kiss with so.
Genji:
He didnt know that you wanted to kiss him. Why would you? Have you seen his face?
Hanzo:
He would be in control of the situation at the same time as having no control at all. Doing nothing but exactly what he wants to do without restricting himself.
Mccree:
There are no half assed kisses here
RoadHog:
Nothing fancy or over complicated. A simple, physical expression of emotion.
Junk Rat:
After being gone for 3 weeks on a mission he was just so happy to see you, it simply couldn’t be helped. You didn’t mind.
Soldier 76/Jack:
It wasn’t expected, that doesn’t mean it was unwanted. It was something that had stewed under the surface for a long time.
Reaper/ Gabe:
He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he had to take what was his. What you wanted him to have. Without letting his fear or regret get in the way of what the fates wanted.
Another set of sketchs!!! This took me a lot of time since Rein and Road are hard to draw!!! I drew sombra in 3 seconds on the other side while listening to ebm. only 2 sets left!!
Hovering between the heavy crimson curtains, Jack tilted his head as he watched the scene below. The last glimpses of sunlight filtered through the small windows, casting soft shadows to scatter across the room as the last few dancers packed up their equipment to leave. A low ‘boom’ resonated through the hall as the last dancer shut the large wooden doors behind her. Walking across one of the high banisters, the silver-haired man took hold of one of the curtains in his large hands before effortless swinging to land on a lower beam. Sitting beside the still-hot theatre lights, he brought a knee to his chest, a soft smile grazing his lips as he watched you slip quickly across the auditorium with a large bundle of paints and brushes under each arm.
Placing your equipment on the stage, you swept a loose lock of hair behind your ear as you struggled to climb up onto the stage yourself. With a breathless laugh, you giggled at your own attempts as you finally knelt on the stage with a soft grunt – little did you know that up above you Jack was laughing silently along with you. Spreading your brushes before you, you selected a large brush and walked towards the large canvas you had been working for the past month. It was a beautiful landscape painting of lake – the water was so realistic, that is seemed to trickle with each stroke of the brush.
Gently sighing, you placed your hands on your hips as you critiqued your work. Anyone could tell you were extremely talented – but life as an artist was hard and your boss wasn’t willing to pay you an awful amount for your art… but then again, you really needed the money. Spinning on your heels, you began to scurry around backstage before you found what you were looking for. Taking the old stereo with both hands, you lugged it back towards you work before tapping the buttons as you searched for a signal. An old song crackled through the old speakers as you turned it up.
“I don’t care if Monday’s blue… Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too, Thursday I don’t care about you It’s Friday I’m in love…”
Swinging your hips to the music, you hummed along as you began painting. With each stroke you took, the painting came to life before your eyes. Bringing a knee to his chest, Jack watched you with fascination… He’d be lying if he didn’t love watching you work. Hell, he’d wait in anticipation till Fridays for you. Leaning against the light, he sang along to the music, closing his eyes as he felt the music warm his heart a little. Part of him wished that he could somehow talk to you… But, how could he? Surely you’d be absolutely terrified if he swung down to meet you. Jack wasn’t stupid, he knew he was a little intimidating, to say the least… Dressed in black suit pants and an old shirt, his blue eyes sparkled whenever he saw you.
“…Saturday wait And Sunday always comes too late But Friday never hesitate…”
Spinning around to the music, your long skirt flared outwards as you danced, your hair flowing as you sang, your pink lips smiling blissfully. Totally forgetting about the painting, you grew lost in the music as you closed your eyes. Heart hammering violently in his chest, Jack rested cheek against palm happily. You were so beautiful… and so precious to him. He desperately wanted to tell you how much you meant to him. He had been there every day as you worked, he knew exactly how your body moved when you danced, how your nose screwed up a little as you danced and how you always kicked your shoes off when you began painting. Yet, he also knew nothing about you, and it was slowly killing him…
One of the examples of [complex characters] that excites me that
we’re gonna delve into that I–I don’t even think our audience
understands fully yet because we haven’t explained it well yet is that
like, Reyes and Morrison, especially in the early days–for those of you
unfamiliar with the story, at one point Reyes was in charge of
Overwatch when it formed and when it became more of a thing after they
defeated the Omnic Crisis, Morrison was actually given the top position
of power and Reyes was overlooked because he was too rogue, he was too
maverick in his leadership style–he ruffled too many feathers.
And a lot of our fans have assumed “oh, that’s why Reyes and Morrison
hate each other,” and the story that we’re developing is actually,
like–no, these guys loved each other–like–they’re like, best war
buddies. And in a lot of ways, Reyes was relieved that Morrison had to
have the more political role, and like, he was like kind of–it’s always
easier being the number two guy because you’re not ultimately
accountable for all that, Reyes was kind of, you know, in some ways
thankful and relieved, um, and weirdly, we’re gonna show how that
relationship actually was Morrison’s downfall because for so long,
Morrison would actually defend Reyes’s questionable actions.
And to us, that feels more like what would actually happen between
real people and less just, um, typical cliche black-and-white “this guy
is bad, that guy is good,” you know, we want to have that depth of
relationship because I think it’s ultimately more relatable to all of us
as kind of human beings.
There was an unspoken rule around the base that nobody mentioned you around Soldier: 76 and nobody mentioned him around you. It was a challenge, in a way, a method for creating chaos when there was a desperate need for a distraction.
When Hana managed to destroy the common room during an all-night stream, she’d casually mentioned your name to dissuade Jack’s anger away from her. It worked, of course.
When Lena had taken your new weapon for a test drive, she’d said it was Jack’s orders, before she ran off. Naturally, your rage turned toward the resident soldier, instead of Tracer.
So, when the incidents began to pile up against the two of you, confrontation was assured.
As soon as your eyes met the unblinking red of Jack’s visor, everyone made themselves scarce. Suddenly, the base was quiet, the air filled with fierce stares.
“My weapons, Jack, really?” You began, not attempting to keep the poison out of your words.
He puffed a breath of air.
“And I suppose you’re the one that gave Hana permission to trash the common room?”
You rolled your eyes and shrugged your shoulders.
“Giving Hana a space to do her streams is entirely different than letting Lena run off with my weapons,” you seethed, though maintained some semblance of calm.
At the mention of his actions, Jack’s back straightened the tiniest bit.
“You encouraged Hanzo and Genji to have a duel throughout the entire base,” he stated, a growl on his tongue.
“Oh, there it is,” you smiled mirthlessly, “there’s that anger.”
His lips were pulled in a grimace, though you couldn’t notice it.
“Is it in your job description to be always cause me trouble?”
Your eyes narrowed the slightest bit. You and Jack had been playing this back and forth game ever since Overwatch had been recalled. Every day, there was a new excuse to fight, a new reason to clash heads.
“C’mon, Jack,” you lifted your hands towards him in an open gesture, “show me what you got.”
You’d verbally fought many times, but outside of very competitive spars, you’d never actually exchanged blows.
“You can’t handle it,” he muttered lowly, far too calm for the tension that laid just beneath his skin.
“Try me,” you challenged.
In a blur, he’d managed to throw you over his shoulder, his arm holding you close to him. You didn’t need to look down to see his smirk.
“Not what I was going for,” you huffed, dropping all your weight against him. His pace hadn’t even slowed.
“Keep it up and the whole base will think we hate each other,” Jack joked, his steps wide as he followed a familiar path.
“They already do think we hate each other,” you reminded him, reaching a hand towards his ass.
“Watch the hand,” he warned you, a smile in his voice, “wouldn’t want them knowing you’re sweet on me, would you?”
The two of you probably walk in the door and just lean against the nearest wall for a few minutes because thank god you’re both home and alive
Jack probably pushes off first, kissing your head a tired kiss and telling you “good job” beforehand
Then he tells you to take a shower while he takes care of both your equipment and his
After you’ve showered, bandaged yourself up, and gotten dressed in cozy pajamas, you find him in the kitchen working on searching the fridge for leftovers
After a scolding of his uncleanliness and crude bandaging by yourself, he takes his own turn to shower while you fix something quick for the two of you to eat, plus some hot drinks
When he comes back, you help him bandage up properly and he adjusts your own
Then you both flop onto the couch, turn on some random late night TV, and enjoy your meal in comfortable silence
When you’re done, he takes care of the dishes while you end up dozing on the couch
Then he carries you to bed and you both snuggle down for a well earned rest
Hanzo
He worries about himself before you
You each take care of your equipment, then he goes to run a bath for you
Despite his tired protesting, you manage to convince him to just bathe with you
The two of you takes turns washing each other and helping knead out knots and sore muscles
Then you just take a few minutes to soak in the hot water and steam, enjoying the first comfortable silence in a good few days
Eventually Hanzo encourages the bath to end, though
He gets out first and wraps himself in a towel before helping you out
He gently helps you dry off, careful of your injuries, then has you sit on the bathroom counter or edge of the tub while he more thoroughly checks your wounds and works on bandaging you up
With a soft kiss to the soft of your head, he tells you to go get dressed
He joins you in bed a few minutes later after he’s bandaged himself up and chose some random comfortable clothes to throw on
He wraps his arms around you while you snuggle up to him, then rubs your arms and back as the two of you begin to drift off to sleep
thank you very much. And I’m just going to do hc’s, hope that’s okay >.<
Soldier 76:
The man is a little old fashion to begin with
Y’know, old habits die hard
No one has ever thought to ask if he has a preference in music or anything like that
In all honesty, there are still a lot of things you wish you knew about your boyfriend
As much as you’d managed to get him to open up to you, a huge feat considering his many years in hiding before, there was still so much to learn about this man you loved
One day though, Soldier paused when he came home to pick up some papers
He could hear music playing in the kitchen. Immediately he went and peeked in
There you were, this old but familiar tune in the background, singing as you twirled around with a broom, unnoticed. Right now you were singing ‘Dream a little dream of me’ by Ella Fitzgerald.
A smile tugged at his lips as he watched you, unnoticed as you continued, your voice soft and off key but he thought it was lovely all the same
As the words ‘Say ‘nighty-night’ and kiss me’ played, Soldier cut in and surprised you when he turned and caught you in a soft kiss. Dropping the broom in surprise, you were surprised as you found your body pressed to his, a hand on your waist and he began to lead you in a dance.
What was even more shocking then this was when he started singing along softly, voice gruff in your ear but the two of you swayed
“I didn’t know you liked this kind of music,” you said in surprised delight, resting your head on his shoulder, smiling as you felt the chuckle deep in his throat
“I should have danced with you like this a long time ago,” he murmured, eyes closed.
Now, whenever the two of you felt like dancing he’d put on this song, like the first time he was ever gifted with the chance to dance with you
Reaper:
Reaper absolutely hates to be disturbed when he’s doing his paperwork
While usually you would go and sit with him, this was the only time he ever asked you stay away
Not even Sombra dared to enter his office during this time
Except this time, you needed some help from him badly
You had an assignment due, which sounded ridiculous. Like it was school or something. But it was due and you needed it extended another day
And who better to ask then your top of the rank boyfriend?
So despite the obvious taboo it was to bother him in this obviously crucial time, you knocked gently
When there was no answer, you wondered if you were wrong and he wasn’t there. Knocking once more, you tried to be patient
Your patience lasted about five seconds
Stepping in, you were about to call his name when you realized that he wasn’t facing the desk. His hood was down and he had his head resting on the back of his chair
It took you a moment as you slowly started stepping toward him to realize that… he had earbuds in. Your big bad edge-lord was listening to music during work
You hadn’t pegged him for that kind of guy. It wasn’t a bad thing, he just didn’t seem like the type to enjoy things like music
Creeping closer, you leaned in and could barely make out a rather familiar tune. Leaning closer yet again, your hand slipped and you fell against his shoulder
Reaper jumped, and you saw his hand go for one of hit shotguns- till he saw you, and a growl ripped from his lips. But you weren’t afraid
“What are you doing?” he snarls. “I told you not to-wait, don’t touch those-!” Reaper wrestled with you for his earbuds, but your determination outweighed his strength, and you managed to wiggle away a bit, putting one to your ear
Freezing, you turned to stare at him. “Is this ‘Sway’ by Julie London?” you asked in awe.
Immediately Reaper ripped the headphones from whatever device he’d been using. “No. There was no music,” he snapped.
Eyes bright with happiness, you ignored his defensive tone and threw yourself on him. “I didn’t know you liked old jazz! Oh, I can’t help loving you even more now!’ you said, pressing kisses all over his scarred face.
Reaper looked taken aback and didn’t know how to respond. “Can we listen to it together? I need to work on my assignment but I want to spend time with you and I can be quiet!” you whined, pouting at him.
Looking ready to refuse, Reaper took one last look at his face and loathed himself for the weakness you gave him. “Fine,” he muttered, and you squealed, kissing him again before pulling up a chair and plugging in the earbuds again.
Surprisingly, you managed to keep yourself quiet, and with each time you asked to do this, Reaper started to grumble less and less
Genji:
Has no real taste in music
I mean, don’t get me wrong
The good news is that he recognizes bad music
Do you know how many old western songs McCree tried to make him listen to in Overwatch? He was almost ready to ask for cybernetic ears just so he could turn the world on mute when McCree sang in his off-key voice at the top of his lungs during training
Or those moments when D.va has this loud, hard rock playing during missions, thinking it helps make the situation more badass
Not even Tracer’s upbeat pop and alternative rock really called to him
In the end, music played little to his life
Of course, you weren’t going to let this slide. This had started as a simple ‘wanting to know you’ question before you two started dating
Now that the two of you were serious, you wanted to find out if there was any kind of music or even one song that called to Genji
So now and then you’d play something and inconspicuously ask if he liked it
It usually ended with a ‘meh’ or a ‘I guess’ and that…was not going to satisfy the thirst for knowledge you had. You needed to know. Surely he had something.
So one day during breakfast you sat him down and started playing all types of music. At first, Genji didn’t mind the experiment
Then he hoped that pretending to like one would cease the harassment by musical standards
Except you were no fool. You know he was lying
You didn’t give up though, until you had no choice but to go on a mission.
When you got back, you sat down on the roof, exhausted
You had no idea where Genji was, but you were starting to suspect this idea was probably a bad one. Genji had looked a bit annoyed when you’d last seen him, probably because all morning you had forced him to go without the quiet he usually liked to help him prepare for the day ahead
Turning on some old jazz, your own personal favorite among music genres, you sat there staring at the sky enjoying the view
You didn’t know how long it was before you heard a thump, and looked over to see Genji sitting next to you. He stared off into the sunset, looking thoughtful. His mask was off, a rare but beautiful sight
“Look, Genji, I’m sorry-” you started to say.
“I like this,” he said after a moment, looking at you. “This music….its nice. Its a little softer sounding then the other voices…. does that make sense?” he asked, wondering if he did
You wondered if he was making it up, but you’d know if he was lying
Who would have thought he’d like Ella Fitzgerald, you thought with a smile and you leaned your head on his shoulder
The two of you sat there, listening to music for the rest of the evening
You two needed to walk through a thin corridor to get to one of the offices in the overwatch base. You and Hanzo were a couple but you needed guiding in the base since you were a new assistant.
“Just through here…”, Hanzo said and started walking through.
You hesitated but followed but in the middle of the corridor you stop, unable to move.
“Hanzo…”, you whisper between your teeth.
“What’s wrong?”, Hanzo turned around and looked at you.
“I can’t move…”, you said, taking quick and small breaths.
“Um… but…”, he said confused.
“I’m… claustrophobic…”, you said.
“Then why did you even go in here?”, he said and walked towards you.
He took your hand and led you through the corridor, looking you in the eyes.
“Deep breaths, Y/N.”, he talked sweetly through you.
Finally you got through the corridor.
“Thank you…”, you said and held onto his hand.
“You should’ve told me.”, he smiled sadly.
“It just… never came up…”, you smiled back.
He helped you back through the corridor when you needed to go back.
Genji.
You two were on a misson together, you had to be quiet and sneak around… which meant going through small spaces.
“Let’s go through here…”, Genji whispered and pointed to a vent just big enough for a person to crawl through.
“Um…”, you tried to say something but Genji had already started crawling through and you could hear other people coming through the corridor.
You were able to crawl in and closed the vent just as the people in the corridor walked by.
“Genji…”, you whispered.
He quickly turned his head.
“I… I can’t move…”, you said.
“What? Why?”, he whispered back.
“I’m claustrophobic…. I… I can’t…”, you started to panic.
“Don’t panic… um… grab onto my feet, I’ll drag you out of here.”, he backed up so you could hold onto his feet.
Even if it made more sound he still did it and the mission was accomplished.
After that he never tried to get you into small places.
Soilder 79.
You saw him… he was right infront of you… you thought he died!
When he saw you he started running but you ran right behind you. Dodging people and small shops.
He ran in to a small alleyway, which would have been stupid since it was blocked but he knew you were claustrophobic. It was a very thin alley way so he had to slow down until he got to the wall at the very end where there was a little bit more space so he could hide.
You stopped and tried to go in but couldn’t and tried over and over again.
Eventually you just sucked it up and went into the small alley way.
“Jack….”, you said out loud, “Jack, I know you’re there…”
You started to panic as it felt like the walls were closing in on you. When you got there Jack sat down by the wall, he had buried his head in his hands and his shoulders were shaking.
“Is that really you?”, you said and kneeled by him.
He looked at you, he had taken off his visor.
“Oh my God, it’s you!”, you said and felt your eyes watering up.
“No… not anymore. I’m sorry, Y/N. Why would you do that?”, he whispered to you, his gun laying right beside him.
“Are you kidding me? You disappered, I thought you died! Of course I’ll follow you, I fucking love you!”, you slapped him on his chest and cried your words out.
He looked at you, his usually unreadable face was now hurt and sad. He tried to touch your cheek and you let him.
“I promise I’ll never leave you again.”, he said and kissed you.
Reaper.
“Listen, cariño, I need you to hide in the closet!”, you heard your phone shout.
“Why, what’s wrong?”, you answered.
“The mission went wrong, they’re onto us! Hid in the closet! I’ll get Sombra to activate a lock on it.”, Reaper commanded.
“But-!”, you started but he quickly cut you off.
“I’m on my way home right now, please just get into the closet!”, his voice was panicked.
“Fine! I’ll go!”, you quickly said, “I love you…”, you turned off the phone and walked to the closet.
You hesitated but when you heard the door get kicked in you quickly got into the closet.
You texted Gabe to turn on the lock.
A couple of seconds later the door somehow started to look like a wall just as they opened the door. You say they because, you don’t really know who they are or what they want, just that Gabriel hates them.
You sat there, panicked, as it felt like the walls were closing in on you.
Eventually you started tearing up, but just as you were about to scream you heard gunshots and your boyfriends voice:
“Die, die, die!”, he said, fireing a shot everytime.
He opened the door to find you, sitting, holding over your ears and crying.
“Y/N, I’m here… cariño, everythings fine now…”, he said and took you out of the closet.
There were three men lying on the floor, they all had gunshots in their head or chest.
“Are they dead..?”, you asked, even though you already knew the answer.
“Yes, I’m sorry Y/N… but we have to move, now!”, he said and got you in his arms.
McCree.
You were on a mission together, on a boat in the middle of nowhere. You had somehow been able to make a mess and now you were together in a cleaning closet.
“Well, isn’t this just flawless?”, he whispered. You were standing with your sides against eachother.
“It wasn’t me who decided to do a surprise attack together on 7 people without telling your partner!”, you hissed at him and tried to make some room for yourself.
“Stop shifting so much…”, he said.
“I want more room…”, you answered him and kept shifting.
You got turned with your back against his chest so you pushed your chest against the wall. But that’s when your claustrophobia started kicking in.
“Jesse… I’m gonna have to push myself against you, don’t make it weird.”, you whispered.
“Why would I make that weird?”, he said. You could hear that he was grinning.
“I swear to God, I’m going to scream…”, you mumbled to yourself.
You turned yourself around to face him.
“Please, Jesse… the rest of the team wont come for like 15 minutes.”, you told him.
He sighed and gave you as much space as you needed.
I’m starting us out with this! My first S/O, Hero x Reader! I hope you all enjoy and it gets the ball rolling!
S/O (neutral “you” used) hears 76, Reaper, Junkrat, Mercy, Pharah, Roadhog, come home from a mission. They are expecting a warm welcome but is greeted by something much different (Warning-Crying)
These are very long so they will be split into 3 parts! Two characters in each spot!! Please enjoy and cry with us all
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
Part One; Soldier 76 and Reaper
Soldier 76 –
° You had been been cleaning your shared home with the famed vigilante. You knew he’d be home today and you wanted to get the house as perfect as you could to greet the valiant hero welcome.
° You had just began dinner when you heard the door click open and shut softly and you almost leapt out of the kitchen to see him set down his things by the front door. You greeted him and he would look up for a moment and it hits you immediately. This was a bad one.
° You watch as he shrugs off his jacket and removes his viser. You went to him and once you get within two feet of him, he lifts his arms and you quickly go to hug him. It was different then any other time you hugged each other. It was a feeling of, he didn’t want to let you go. He never wanted to let you go.
° However, he would and nod towards the couch in the living room. Both of you sit, him immediately taking your hand in his. His face seemed so lost.
° You have never seen him like this. No words were spoken but he lifted your hand to his lips and he kissed your knuckles very softly as he would close his eyes. When they opened two trails of tears ran down his cheeks. He placed your hand on his cheek, and you open your hand so you can cup his face. You ask if he wants to talk about it?
° He shook his head, eyes closing again. And you would ask if he wanted to eat something? Again a no from the wounded man in front of you. You feel a moment of helplessness overcome you but you hold strong. Every moment that this man remained so strong for you. Every break down and fear he helped ease. The switch seemed to flip and you knew you were going to be the strength behind him.
° You moved and sat in his lap and wrapped your arms around him tightly and he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you so close. So tight. You whispered words of love and support in his ear and kissed every part of his face sweetly. And this went on for hours, he wouldn’t loosen his hold around you until you finally did so first and grabbed his hand.
° You led him off the couch and to your bathroom, helping the soldier undress with gentle hands and you catch a good glimpse of just how bad this mission was. His clothes smelled of that coppery blood scent and his body was covered in gashes and bruises. You turned on the water for him at a cool temperature like he always did for you. To bring your focus back. To help with the pain.
° You gave him his privacy but didn’t leave the bathroom, sitting on the toliet. Still no words came from the soldier as he got out and dried off. He sat on the bed as you bandaged his wounds. Before bed you ran into the bathroom and put his blood stained uniform in the washer and quickly cleaned off his jacket and viser with a wet rag.
° Then you wonder back into your room and tuck Jack in with you nestled under the covers with him. He immediately clings to you as you wrap an arm around him and for the first time ever, acted as the big spoon to the big man. You kiss his shoulders and neck as you begin telling him how much you love him and how happy you were that he was home until soon you heard him breathing deep, sleep taking him suddenly and without hesitation. You held him through the night.
° The morning came and neither of you left the bed and simply held one another. He didn’t want to talk about the mission and what had happened. So instead you tell him about the weeks he has been gone. Telling him funny stories and when he chuckled at your silly tales you knew everything would be okay
Reaper–
° You were sleeping when you heard the crashing in the kitchen. It sounded like all your dishes flew out of the counters into the walls when you were startled out of sleep. Every thought gone through your mind but the first was “Gabriel isn’t here, what the fuck do I do?”
° However this thought soon left as soon as you heard a familiar curse came to your ears and more plates breaking. Violent smashing and more heated cursing in both English and Spanish. You got out of bed and walked down your hallway to sneak a peak into the kitchen and did in fact see Gabriel tossing the plates on the floor and against the wall.
° You watched him for a moment. His mask was on your dining room table and Gabriel was slamming the plates, yelling and growling out curses left and right. It wasn’t until he grabbed one particularly thick glassed bowl and shattered it and the glass flew back and sliced his hand open that he stopped to breath.
° You watched as Gabriel looked at his hand and the blood coming out of it. Then slowly looking around at the scene he had created around him. He backed up quietly and his back it the wall of the kitchen and he slid his back down it till he was sitting on the floor. His chest was heaving as he looked at the floor of shattered glass before he pulled his knees up, resting his arms on them before he rested his head down.
° You stayed still as suddenly his shoulders began to shutter and shake. You looked on in awe because at this moment. Death itself. Wept. He hadn’t realized you were there until you slid your foot across the floor to make a path for yourself to walk through. He stopped, deathly still. As you made it through to where he sat, he tensed up, keeping his head down and turned away from you.
° However, you leaned down and your hands slid over his arms and under his chin to lift his face to look at you. However his watering eyes looked away from you. He was ashamed. Ashamed to destroy the kitchen you spent time eating together and making memories in and he came in and destroyed it. Ashamed for waking you. But you moved your face to catch his eyes and searched them.
° “Gabriel.” You state insistently, voice shaking. You can’t help it. You weren’t angered or frightened by his actions. You were terrified for him. You wanted so badly to help him. To take care of him. He finally slid his eyes over to look at you, as fresh tears suddenly began to roll. His hands moved from his knees and cupped your face in them before he leaned forward and kissed you. A strange sensation swept over you as this kiss wasn’t the playful morning kisses you both woke each other up with. Nor the heated nighttime kisses as you lead each other to bed.
° It was a kiss that screamed one statement loudly, so loudly it was defeaning. “I need you.” It told you. Over and over “ I need you, I need you. Please”. So you gripped his face and returned the kiss with your answer. “I’m here.” He could feel it, you know it, which is why he stood up, keeping your lips locked with one another, and he picked you up, for he suddenly feared you stepping on glass.
° You both kept your lips together as he led you both to your bedroom. With his work clothes on, he laid down in the bed and you laid next to him, capturing his lips again and you held each other closely as thats all you did until sunrise. Kissed one another and held each other until Gabriel finally curled up with you laying your head on his chest.
° You knew sleep had taken him when his hand wrapped around your back began to fall. You looked at him with gentle eyes as he slept, cheeks stained and eyes puffy. You ran a hand over his hair before laying back down in his chest and closing your eyes as well.
° You both clean the kitchen when you awake, and he makes you coffee and toast and you both discuss what happened the day prior and you have his hand clasped in yours the entire time
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You both loved and hated the Geneva base. It was absolutely gorgeous on the outside; a sleekly designed building with a newly erected statue of Jack and a large museum dedicated to the heroes and the world that had risen up after the Omnic Crisis. There was even a gift shop and restaurant where the food wasn’t half bad. a stand for ice cream and balloons and a sitting area for visitors to relax and enjoy the ‘ambiance’. The thing that you absolutely abhorred, however, was the actual building meant for Overwatch and Blackwatch personnel. You had turned down one hallway too many, utterly lost in the maze of hallways.
Admittedly, you understood why the base was structured the way it was. Overwatch was not only a remnant of the war but a peacekeeping organization that had its hand in every major international conflict both legally and occasionally illegally. Overwatch was not a small organization and even Blackwatch was nothing to turn your nose up at, both requiring ample space both administratively and practically. There were practice ranges, R&D departments of every kind, a state of the art trauma center along with many other types of offices neither of your mates had divulged to you. A base that was easily navigated was easily sabotaged, infiltrated and destroyed. So even if you were lost, you could take it in stride. Plus you had treats for them.
You had managed to dig up an old-fashioned wicker basket, no doubt a gift from Jack’s mother and father way back when they had visited last year. You had spent a good portion of the morning filling the basket with their favorites like something out of one of those classic movies or musical Gabriel loved so much. A medium rare roast beef sandwich piled high with layers of carmelized onions, blue cheese, spinach and spicy mustard for Jack (an ample handful of mints stuffed along the side to handle the post-sandwich breath). For Gabriel, braised chicken you had simmered the night before stacked high on a roll with tomatoes, fried onions, spring mix and his guacamole spread on top. The sandwiches were carefully stacked to the side of the basket, one container filled with sliced apples and mangoes and another filled with carrots and peppers and finally a tupperware container filled to the brim with your homemade cookies. Milk chocolate chunk cookies and snickerdoodles, sectioned off with a thin layer of hard plastic.
Somehow, the scent of the cookies seemed to overtake the harsh scent of both of their sandwiches, hints of vanilla and brown sugar and butter clinging to your skin and dress from all the baking you had done that morning. It mingled with your natural scent; roses petals, amber and sweets making you smell like quite the treat. Now if only you could sniff out your mates…You chuckled idly, knowing that without an impending heat or an early rut, your scents didn’t stand out that intensely in a crowd. Still…there had to be a way to find them…
“Excuse me ma’am? You can’t be back here. This area is for authorized personnel only.”
You jumped slightly as a hand gently tapped your shoulder, twisting around on your heel to see the concerned face of one of the security personnel for the building. His hand loosely grasped the blaster pistol on his hip, his eyes immediately looking you up and down warily. You smiled warmly at him, knowing the man was only doing his job even if the gesture was mildly threatening. In his defense, you stood out like a sore thumb and it was a wonder you had made it so far. Everyone walking through the halls had some type of uniform that signified that they were Overwatch personnel, often a CAC card also affixed outwardly to their person. You, on the other hand, wore a cream-colored Delores swing dress that was covered in pink and red roses of all maturities. You had even managed to dig up a pair of rose-colored ankle strap pumps, looking the perfect image of neo-50s fashion.
“Oh oh it’s okay”, you said quickly, laying on the charm as your eyes broke away from his, head tilting down as you opened the clutch that hung loosely around your left wrist. Your entire body jumped, a squeak of shock barely swallowed in your throat as he pulled the blaster from his hip and pointed it at you. Lifting your hands into the air, the basket held tightly in one hand and your cloth swinging freely on the other side. You gulped nervously as the suspicion the man regarded you with intensified. “Hey, I have ID and an access card…it’s just in my clutch, I swear.”
You kept your voice calm and even, thickly laying on your omega charm despite the heavy feeling of fear that made your legs quiver. His gun remained trained on you as he cautiously reached for the small bag, unzipping it and allowing the content to fall freely to the floor below. You fought the small pout that threatened to rise up, your favorite lipstick rolling to the left, a tube of mascara to the right, your IDs scattering on the floor. He glanced at the floor then you, slowly lowering to a knee, warily picking up the identification card as well as the deep blue translucent card with the Overwatch symbol on the back. His brow furrowed briefly for a moment as he looked at your ID then your Overwatch CAC card, his jaw going slack for a moment before he scrambled to put his gun away. He dropped to both knees and began to pick up all the items that had fallen on the floor, stammering an apology as he did so.
“I am so so sorry, Mrs. Reyes-Morrison! I-I had no idea!”
Lowering your arms you shook your head dismissively, smiling appreciatively as he assisted you with putting all of the items back into the clutch. The man was simply doing his job, preventing any hostiles or unknowns from getting too far into the building. Most of the world did not know that you were the mate of two of the greatest war heroes of the time, save for close friends and family. To the rest of the world, Gabriel and Jack were mated Alphas a power couple to end all power couples
“It’s fine”, you answered back quickly, dipping your head in thanks as he took a nervous half-step away from you. “I always get turned around when I visit…usually Gabe or Jack meets up with me but I wanted to surprise them for once.”
“Oh well ma’am this is the completely wrong building”, the agent answered genuinely, before reaching for a walkie-talkie on the opposite side of his waist. “This is the records wing. But, I can get you a ride to the admin side!”
“Really”, you gasped out, letting out a sigh of relief as he nodded emphatically, ordering a small transport cart to that location.
“I swear to god if we have to watch another slideshow”, Jack sighed as the last of the attendees of that meeting filtered out of the room, lightly pressing his hand against his eyes to sooth some of the tension away. Gabriel made his way around from his side of the table, his arm sliding across Jack’s shoulders, hand squeezing his bicep lightly.
“I dunno Jack”, Gabe teased, a small smirk teasing his lips as the blonde looked away from his datapad. “I thought the whole ‘interactive’ feature was a nice touch. Who knew that charts could be so fun when you can adjust the budget.”
Jack snorted quietly, rolling his eyes briefly before pushing himself away from the table. Gabriel gave a half step back but didn’t release the man, Jack’s arm sliding around the Blackwatch Commander’s waist. A low hum of contentment rumbled through the both of them, each allowing the comforting scent and touch of one another temporarily soothe the stresses of that long morning away. They’d draw comfort from stealing a quick lunch with one another before they’d have to go their separate way; training, requisitions, and mission planning for two separate organization. The only moments they could steal were the ones when they could venture home; spending a bit of time with their omega and eating before dropping in exhaustion. Rinse, wash, repeat.
“Come on sweet cheeks”, Jack said, snickering as he quickly pinched Gabriel’s rear. Gabriel glared down at his mate, no real malice in his gaze, only earning a cheeky smirk back before he pressed a chaste kiss to Jack’s lips. “Let’s see what the cafeteria is serving up.”
“Lead the way Commander.”
Jack’s hand lightly pressed on Gabriel’s back, escorting him from the room with a small smile. Gabe dipped his head down, scenting Jack briefly before pausing, his nose still pressed against the shell of his ear as his brow furrowed in confusion. He could smell Jack’s scent, crisp Autumn air and cedarwood and spice…but your scent was much stronger than the lingering scent he had smelled on the blonde this morning.
“Do you smell that”, Jack asked, saltwater and musk and black coffee suddenly minced with roses and brown sugar.
“Just about to ask–”
“Gabi! Jackie!”
You carefully lifted yourself out of the seat that the security guard had provided for you, a wide smile splitting your face as you practically skipped over to the men. The looks on their faces made this absolutely worth it; confusion morphing into shock and then surprise and excitement as you moved closer. A squeal of genuine happiness left your lips as both men moved in tandem Gabriel grabbing the picnic basket as Jack grabbed you about the waist and twirled you, setting you down only for Gabriel to do the same.
Both dipped their heads down, kissing on either side of your cheek, your face briefly nuzzling against either one of them as you soaked in the scent and presence of your darling Alphas.
“Now this is a pleasant surprise”, Jack said, pressing yet another kiss to the top of your head.
“I wanted to bring you boys lunch since I know you’re not feeding yourselves”, you teased, grinning as they both tried to open their mouths to create an excuse.
You held up a hand, chuckling as you took the basket from Gabriel, flipping open the top and pulling out the container of cookies. A spark of giddiness traveled through you as you watched their eyes get wide, eyes dragging away from the container and back to you as both surged forward, covering both of your cheeks and ears and sides of your jaw in affectionate kisses.
“Wait is that roast beef”, Jack asked, hand edging towards the basket just as you managed to placed the cookies back and slam the top closed.
“Mhmm”, you answered with a proud nod before shaking your head as the man tried to sneak back in there. “We are going to have a proper lunch like a proper pack, okay? So lead the way to the cafeteria!”
“Alright alright”, Jack acquiesced, taking the basket as you gave him a warning glare and offering you his free hand. Gabriel grabbed your other one, a wide smile creasing your lips as you were flanked by both of your mates. This was something you had missed, you’d have to do this more often.
I don’t reaaally have a character limit. If I’m not given specifics I usually just answer for whichever characters I feel like at the time. Plus the more characters there are, the shorter I’ll get with my responses just for sanity’s sake.
Jack Morrison:
He has been very busy with work lately so your birthday just happened to slip past the other duties he had scheduled.
When he comes home to see the crestfallen look on your face, he just assumes you had a bad day or something is stressing you out, so he offers to draw a hot bath for you to help you relax. That’s when he notices the calendar.
He is so flustered he can’t even stutter out a proper apology. He is so sorry and feels like a terrible boyfriend– how could he be so neglectful, this is a disgrace, he doesn’t deserve you.
As soon as he’s able to, he clears a day of work so he can spend its entirety with you. He’ll take you out to dinner, take you on a walk through the city, real classy stuff out on the town. Then when you two get home, he’d treat you to a nice warm bubble bath with rose petals strewn about. As you soak, he’d give you a gentle shoulder massage and a few kisses to your cheek and neck.
Gabriel Reyes:
Something had been nagging at the back of his mind all day. Like he needed to remember something important but it just wasn’t coming to him.
He comes home to see you looking very disappointed and Gabe immediately knew this had something to do with that nagging thought.
When he discovers it is your birthday, his body washes over with shame. He couldn’t believe he actually forgot your birthday. He felt like a real piece of shit.
He’d smother you in kisses and hold you tight, whispering soft apologies. He’d promise to treat you to a special dinner, anything you want. He also makes you a little coupon you can use on him for one free favor, no questions asked.
Jesse McCree:
He’s always struggled with special dates so it shouldn’t be a surprise that he forgot your birthday.
He barely even notices how upset you are when he comes home. Just too invested in his own thoughts to notice. It takes you literally smacking the hat of his head for him to realize what’s going on.
When he finds out he forgot about your birthday he is so so so so sorry. He’ll even get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. (Actually he begs that you don’t break up with him because he thinks this qualifies for instant breakup.)
He swears he will be at your beck and call the next day. Whatever you want, he’ll do it. Anything to get back on your good side.
Genji Shimada:
He’s been away on a mission and he’s so tired when he comes back he’s only thinking about going to bed. 😥
He’s such a baby, asking that you help him get settled, way too invested in his own misery to see the pout on your face.
He wakes up the next morning with a start, suddenly remembering your birthday— which is now over and done with.
He is devastated. He gets on his knees in front of you begging for forgiveness. He assures you he meant no harm. It was just a bad day! Otherwise, he would have devoted everything in his power into making you happy.
He takes you on a little date to make it up to you, doing absolutely anything you ask without any hesitation.
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