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imagine strike commander morrison inviting you to a UN dinner party. its big and fancy and he's allowed to invite one person and it's you. you have no idea he's tryna Fuck (the two of you are pretty close) but reyes realizes it and gets super envious (you're closer with reyes and everyone knows you're dating except the two of you). so after the dinner and youre walking back to your big, comfy hotel room you get a call from reyes elsewhere at the party and have to ditch jack. (1/2)

(2/2) reyes says it’s important, jacks a lil confused, like what could be so important?? were at a party, not a battlefield?? so you go to reyes’ hotel room and the moment you walk in he pins you to the wall in a searing hot kiss and tells you “if i didn’t do this, jack would of” and you just melt at his words and kiss. then he’ll throw you on the bed and make sweet love to you :3c

Tryna Fuck, i snorted. this is really cute. thank you.

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The way you said “I love you.“

Some fluffy, some angsty prompts

As a hello

With a hoarse voice, under the blankets

A scream

Over a cup of tea

Over a beer bottle

On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair

As a thank you

As an apology

When baking chocolate chip cookies

Not said to me

With a shuddering gasp

When we lay together on the fresh spring grass

In a letter

A whisper in the ear

Loud, so everyone can hear

Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble

When the broken grass litters the floor

From very far away

With no space left between us

As we huddle together, the storm raging outside

Over your shoulder

Muffled, from the other side of the door

Through a song

Without really meaning it

In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep

Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips

When I am dead

Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey

Too quick, mumbled into your scarf

In awe, the first time you realised it

In a way I can’t return

On a post-it note

Before we jump

As a goodbye

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Hey! I’m not dead

Here’s some headcanons I did for another blog. Thought I should post them here! They’re hc’s for when s/o has a panic attack. It’s just with McCree for now. Hope you enjoy my trash ;w;

McCree:

He was a broken man. Because he wasn’t entirely sure of himself, he poured some of his pieces into you. And of course, you returned the favor by giving him pieces of yourself. It made the two of you feel less empty. You two were by no means full of each other. That was never the case, nor was it how you worked. You gave each other just enough to keep going. Just enough to remind each other that you had the other’s back.

It was at this point McCree realized you needed just a little bit more of him. He had been holding back as of late because he didn’t want you to worry about him. He felt he needed to figure some things out by himself. For him stepping back was hard, but he felt it needed to be done. McCree didn’t always want to rely on you. Didn’t always want to run to you. Didn’t want to deal with the pain if you decided to up and leave. He wouldn’t be able to handle it. So he receded.

McCree soon realized how this would affect you.

He saw you sitting there crying and cursing the sky, cursing it for what was happening to you. You were panicking, thinking the worst of your current situation. Whether it was McCree leaving, or you thinking he never loved you in the first place, it didn’t matter. You sputtered curses and choked on your words. You cursed McCree. Cursed him for loving you, for receding into himself. You saw the signs of retreat, and instead of asking him why he had, you took it upon yourself to retreat as well. You backed away from him, and soon it was too much.

You were hurting and all McCree could do was stand there. All he could do was stand there and watch you suffer, watch you tear yourself apart for something he had done. He knew it was his fault. And god knows he would try his damnedest to bring back his sweetheart.

“Darlin’ please…” His heart couldn’t take much more. He was wrong. He was so wrong. He thought dealing with things on his own would help. He didn’t know what to do now.

You both knew from the beginning. Knew that communication was key. Why did he forget that? He wanted to protect you, but he ended up hurting you.

You were beyond hurt.

“Please what.” Your tone was hard and your heart was following suite. Despite your shaking you turned to face him. To let him see exactly what was happening. Your hair was splayed wildly across your face, your eyes red and puffy. Tear-stained streaks cut across your cheeks. To put it lightly, you were a mess.

That’s when McCree broke. He fell to his knees in front of you, and despite your slight protests, he brought you into his arms. Willed you to calm down. To come back to him. He was so sorry. He didn’t mean to hurt you. He didn’t want to lose you.

You buried yourself into his body completely. His embrace brought on a new wave of tears which you both rode out. You could feel McCree sniffling into your messy hair, heard him whispering apologies, felt him give in to you.

Once you were both calm, you pulled back and looked at your cowboy. Through his now mussed up hair, tired eyes, and scruffy beard you could see him. You saw the man you loved, and would do anything for. You saw his remorse, his regret, and most importantly his undying love for you. And that was enough for you. Silently cursing yourself for getting the both of you worried, you slipped a hand onto his cheek. You smiled wide and laughed, much to McCree’s confusion. You were ok, and it was all thanks to him.

“Damn you, Jesse McCree.”

He laughed. A great big belly jiggling laugh that shook the both of you when he pulled you back into his arms.

“I love you too, darlin’”

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Wake up Dads

A/N: So this is basically an AU where McCree is 6 or 7 and has Morrison and Reyes for dads. Lots of fluff.

It was McCree’s first day of school and boy was he excited. He was only 6 years old, but he had more energy than his dad’s did in their glory days. Speaking of his parents, Jack and Gabe were currently cuddled up on the couch, snoring away. How they could be snoring on a day as important as today, McCree didn’t know.

The weight fell upon the sleeping pair before they even knew what happened.

“Daaadddd it’s my first day of school! Come on! Wake up, wake up, wake uuuppppp!”

Jack woke with a laugh and ruffled McCree’s hair with his free hand, his other hand being pinned between him and Gabriel. Gabe, not one to be an early riser, groaned and carefully rolled everyone onto the floor.

“Mijo, you can’t just go jumping on us like that.”

Gabe gave McCree a stern look, but it soon turned into a wide smile. Gabe tucked McCree into his arms and clutched him to his chest. “You can’t go to school if you’re trapped in the claws of the tickle monster, mijo!”

Jesse squealed and kicked haphazardly as Reyes began tickling him. He finally squeezed out of his dad’s clutches and crawled behind Jack.

“He’s a tickle monster, help!”

Jack chuckled and pretended to push McCree protectively behind his back. “Don’t worry Jesse, the tickle monster won’t get you as long as I’m around.”

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Hello!

So I made this blog so I can get out all of the overwatch feels and whatnot. If this blog ever becomes something you'd like to send requests to, feel free! I'm always open to writing more and practicing. I'm also not bound to overwatch, I can write for other fandoms which I will elaborate on later in a tab!