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overwatchimaginations · 8 years ago

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Can I have McCree flirting with a bounty hunter after him?

He was here.

You knew he was here.

Your gloved hand hurridly brushed away a droplet of sweat trickling down your forehead. The blazing sun had already caught you out; pink singed your arms. You were thankful for the light serape and brimmed hat you had managed to pick up a few towns back. Your footsteps crunched quietly on the dirty floor, stones and sand littered the tiles in the abandoned diner. Glad to be out of the sun, you took off the hat and gingerly placed it on top of the counter whilst trying not to make any noise. You ruffled your fingers through your hair in a vain attempt to untangle the sweaty knots. The air was hot and dry. No breeze had passed through this place in a long time.

He had though.

Your lowered your hand to hover on top of your holstered pistol, the other resting on top of your hat on the counter. You tilted your head back, closing your eyes you took a deep breath. All you had to do was wait.

“Y'know, doll, this place ain’t been servin’ for a while.”

Looks like you didn’t have to wait long. You spun around at the voice, quickly drawing your gun and steadying it with both hands.

“McCree.”

He tilted his hat with his prosthetic hand in acknowledgement. His eyes locked onto yours, before stalking forward towards you. You took a step backwards, your hip hitting a scratched up leather stool. He slowed when he was about two foot in front of you, leaning his forearms onto the bartop. The position made it so he had to jut his backside out. The outlaw pulled a cigarello from one of his many hidden pockets and bit the tip, lighting the end with a zippo before taking a puff.

He took no notice of the weapon in your hands still pointed at him.

He gestured to the outdated drink machines precariously perched on a table against the wall.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t drink the coffee. Always tasted like boiled dirt.”

You frowned at his casualness.

Why was he so calm? You’d heard rumours about what he had been through. About Deadlock. Blackwatch. Was he used to being in danger? What a shit feeling to get used to.

You sighed, essentially chucking your gun onto the counter and hoisting yourself up onto one of the seats. It had split open, part of the padding had fallen out and the tough leather was digging into your backside. You placed your hands in your lap and your back was slouched. You stared ahead at the ‘artwork’ on the walls, clearly showing a simpler time when everything hadn’t gone to pot.

“Given up already?”

He turned his torso so he could face you properly, now only leaning on one elbow. The other hand had taken ahold of the cigar, the metal fingers slightly glinting from the ashen embers.

“You’re obviously used to this.”

His brow raised.

“What? Bein’ on the run?”

You nodded. You pressed your lips together.

“You ain’t used to this though, are ya’?”

You shook your head. Why lie? Your right leg was jigging up and down in a repetitive motion. It was a bad habit. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him reach between his legs to clasp onto the edge of the stool, shimmying himself up onto the seat so he was at the same height as you.

“What’re you doin’ chasin’ after someone like me?”

You glanced over at him. Your eyes were drawn to his inquisitive chocolate ones.

“Curiosity.”

He huffed out a chuckle.

“Strangest reason I heard so far.”

A cloud of smoke drifted across your vision.

“So what’s with your ‘curiosity’ then?”“Just… Curiosity.”

A slight furrow of his brows and shift in his position made you explain more.

“I’m not curious as to what would happen to me if I didn’t come after you.”

He raised his head up slightly at your whisper, the grim realisation showing plainly on his face.

“Ya’ bein’ forced.”

“I had to try. Turns out I don’t have it in me to shoot someone.”

He broke contact when you said that. He puffed out another cloud of smoke, tapping the ash from the cigar onto the counter.

“So whatta ya’ g'na do?”

Creases framed his pools, a sign of spending too long in the sun and frowning too much. He was side-eyeing you.

“I don’t know.”

You faced forwards, bringing up your hand to wipe at your forehead again. You sighed, irritated at your gloves. You pulled them off and laid them on top of your hat.

“What d'ya want to do?”

A moment passed from your hesitation.

“Live.”

A deep chuckle from him reverberated around the empty diner. Your ears twitched at the sound. You hadn’t heard something like that in a long time. It was pleasant.

“Yeah, I could say the same. You’ve done well t'find me. Not many come this far and live.”

You pushed your hands in between your thighs, seeking a safe place in this unnatural situation. He took one last drag and stubbed out the end on the countertop, leaving a flurry of ash in its wake.

“Considerin’ you ain’t a bounty hunter-”“No. I am.”

He physically faultered.

“But ya’ just said you weren’t.”“I said I wasn’t used to it. Not the big guys, anyway. I know when I can win a fight, and I know when to back down. It was stupid of me to even try and track you down.”

A smirk flashed across his lips. It was gone in an instant.

“Like I said. Not many even pass the threshhold of this place.”

You sucked in a breath of the stagnant air.

“Why am I different? Why am I not lying in a pool of blood at the entrance?”

Your jaw tensed, a sudden burst of anger filling you with confidence.

“Calm down, pecan.”

McCree’s metal hand patted your thigh gently before coming to rest on top of it. The coolness was comforting.

“I knew ya’ wouldn’t kill me.”“You saying I’m weak?”“Absolutely not. Jus’ sayin’ you brought that to try an’ take me down. I’m a bit offended, if I’m honest, doll. It’ll take a lot more for me to come willingly.”

He was referring to your six shooter lying pathetically on the bartop. Your face had heatened; whether it was from the pet name and physical contact, or anger that he had just insulted your trusty weapon, you don’t know.

“What would it take?”

He removed his hand from your thigh and raised his shoulders in a shrug.

“I’d rather die than become tied down again.”“I see.”“And seein’ as you clearly ain’t g'na be doin’ that today..”

You huffed. Another laugh escaped from him. Clearly your frustration was entertaining him. You pouted at him.

“Chin up. It ain’t all bad.”“Mm. Coming from an outlaw.”“What’s that s'posed t'mean?”

His eyes sparkled with amusement. A corner of your lips tugged up in a half smile.

“You can technically do what you want; you already have a price on your head. I don’t.”“D'you have people after you?”“If I don’t bring you in.”“Well then. Looks like there’s another 'outlaw’ joinin’ the party.”“What?”“We’re both on the run now, (Y/N).”

You blinked forcefully, the smirk wiped off your face. The moment of banter was clearly over.

“How do you know my name?”“Kept tabs on ya’. Figured it was only a matter o’ time before you turned up on my doorstep. Surprised y'ain’t questionin’ that I’ve made you jobless now.”

You straightened your back, a temporary relief from being hunched over.

“So you knew who I was all this time?”“Mmhm. We’re similar. People know the name, the face. Once they see us for real it’s usually the last thing they see.”

Your teeth nipped at your bottom lip. It was true.

“How can I trust that you won’t just shoot me the moment I turn my back?”“I may be on th'other side o’ the law, but I’m still a gentleman.”

You pursed your lips.

“You didn’t aswer my question.” He raised a questioning eyebrow.

“I wanna be the next Bonnie and Clyde.”“..Who?”

He dramatically rolled his eyes at you.

“Partners in crime?”“Nope.”“I’ll have t'teach ya’.”“Will you now?”“Mmhm. Nobody’s g'na mess with us, doll.”

The easy banter was back, and you felt your ears burn at the now obvious flirting. He grinned at you, knowing the exact effect he was having.

“C'mon, lemme show ya’ around.”

He slid off of his seat and held out a hand in your direction. You stared down at the dark skin, calloused from probably years of hardened training. It was your choice. You took his offer and there was no turning back. You met his gaze.

He seemed eager. Eager to teach you. Eager to have company. Eager to not be alone.

You were too.

Looking back, placing your hand in his was the best decision you ever made.

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overwatchimaginations · 8 years ago

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can I have mcree being annoying but adorable at the same time and frustrating the reader?

((A/N - thank you for bearing with me while I’m trying to catch up with all of the requests! I wrote this as both being annoyed with each other, but with added fluff!))

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“(Y/N), come here.”

You raised your eyebrow at the cowboy. Sitting at the table in the common room with your holopad, Jesse could clearly see you were busy with work. He, however, was sprawled out along one of the couches, one hand clutched the TV remote and was thrown over the back of the sofa, his other grasped a cool beverage. You could only assume what was in the drink was alcoholic because of how relaxed he appeared; something that only happened in a blue moon nowadays.

“Doll.”

“I’m working.”

“Come give your boyfriend some lovin’.”

You heard rustling and a creak of springs, and you saw Jesse’s head peak over the back of the sofa, his puppy brown eyes connecting with yours.

“Work finished hours ago. C'mere.”

He beckoned you over with the remote still in his hand. You rolled your eyes dramatically, making a chuckle rumble from his side of the room. You waved your hand over your work to save and close down the holopad. Jesse was right; official work hours had ended some time ago, but you always liked to try and finish what you were working on before stopping. Your legs stretched out straight under the table, hearing a faint pop from one of your knees from sitting down for too long. You rubbed your eyes, a temporary relief from having stared at a screen all day. You pushed your chair out, hands resting on the table surface to steady yourself.

“Take ya’ time, darlin’.”

You stilled, slowly turning your head in his direction.

“Okay.”

You made a show of gradually walking around the chair to push it under the table, your actions meticulous to make everything perfect. Your body moved as though it was in water, slow and with purpose. Your lips couldn’t help but grin when Jesse’s brows furrowed in frustration.

“Stop.”

You froze your body, one foot slightly off the floor as you had started travelling to your boyfriend. Jesse’s eyes were locked onto yours, a heat burning behind them. Clicking the button to turn off the TV and dropping the remote control onto the floor, he covered his face with both of his hands and let out an irritated groan. In one fluid motion he had pushed himself off of the couch, stalking round to come stand in front of you with crossed arms. To say you trying to hide your smile would be a lie. You were enjoying this.

“What are ya’ doin’?”“You told me to stop.”

If your life was a movie, this would be the scene where the black frames would narrow to focus on the eyes; the start of a fight. In this case there was no fight, more of Jesse becoming annoyed enough to crouch down and fling you over his shoulder. His arm came to wrap around the back of your thighs. You cried out in surprise, letting your body ‘unfreeze’.

“Jesse, please put me down.”“"Nope.”

You scrabbled for purchase on any part of fabric on your boyfriend’s body that you could, scared of falling out of his grasp.

“Doll, we’re going back to our room. You think it’s funny to annoy me? I’ll show you how annoyin’ I can be.”

You dropped your head in defeat, kicking your legs slightly to see if you could squirm your way free. A sharp slap to your thigh made you stop.

“It was a joke. Now put me down.”“Nope.”

He walked out of the common room doors, nodding at a passing agent. Your cheeks burned with humiliation at being seen like this.

“Is that.. (Y/N)?”

You perked at the sound of your best friend’s voice.

“LENA. Tell him to st- aAH!”

Jesse’s other hand had travelled up to your ribcage and had dug his fingers in, laughs interrupting whatever you were trying to say.

“I’ll er- I’ll be on my way.” A high pitched giggle escaped from your best friend, and then distant footsteps.

“Please-”

Another laugh interrupted you, eyes threatening to release tears.

“Doll, haven’t you learnt? Anytime ya’ talk ya’ getting tickled.”

You pressed your lips together, trying to regain your breathing.

You passed through the halls without anymore incidents, arriving at your shared room. Once in, Jesse plopped you down ungracefully on the unmade double bed. You were glad to be back on solid ground. Fingers danced up your sides, pressure gaining and-

“JESSE!”

He leant back in surprise, fingers still poised over your body.

“I’m sorry.”

You held your arms up to try and bring him in for a hug as part of your apology, which he gladly accepted. He gently laid on top of you, his head buried into the crook of your neck and his wild brown locks tickling your chin. You wrapped your arms around his torso, brushing the tips of your fingers up and down his back.

“Why you gotta be like that.”

“Like what?”

“So annoyin’.”

Your chest vibrated with a chuckle.

“I learnt from the best, Jesse.”

His head perked up at the use of his name, his eyes darkened with alcohol and tiredness.

“I jus’ wanna spend time with ya’, and all ya’ do is work.”

You brought a hand up to the back of his head and firmly pushed it down to lie back on your chest, letting out a sigh.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Are ya’ though?”

You hesitated in answering. His voice wasn’t threaded with hurt, but rather with mischevious intent. It was a loaded question, one that no matter how you answered it would end badly for you.

“Yes..”

Jesse’s weight seemed to increase, your breathing becoming laboured. His damned fingers inching their way up your sides.

“Are ya’ really?”

He glanced up at you again, amusement flittered across his face. You pressed your lips together, closing your eyes to brace yourself for the inevitable.

“Screw you.”

You half let out a scream as his torturous fingers dug into your sides, laughter escaping from your partner. You thumped his back in a feeble attempt to make him stop. His weight had you pressed into the mattress. You knew you shouldn’t have relented and asked him for a hug. You tried squirming out from underneath but to no success.

Your laughs echoed around the room, joining in unison with Jesse’s. Your sight began to blur as tears welled up in your eyes, your breath becoming short.

“J-Jesse, I’m sorryokayI’msorry!”

Your breath had run out at this point and you tapped on his shoulder to signal. Tears were now running freely down your cheeks and the sides of your face, but the grin on your face was still ever present. Now it was Jesse’s turn to chuckle. He rolled off of you to his side of the bed, both of you looking up at the ceiling. You brought a hand up to your face and wiped away the drops rolling down onto the pillow, now being able to catch your breath.

“Had to be done, sweet pea.”

The back of your hand rested against your forehead, your eyes closing from sudden fatigue.

“Uh-huh.”

You heard slight shifting besides you, and then strong hands gripped onto your shoulders. You were moved so your head was lying on Jesse’s lap, his back up against the headboard. His fingers entwined themselves in your hair, you letting out a sigh of pleasure from the touch, the other finding yours and holding it tight.

“You work too hard. Sleep, doll. I’ll be here in the mornin’.”

With the last push of energy you had, you brought his hand up to your lips, a light kiss against his knuckles as a thankyou before letting yourself drift off into the darkness.

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overwatchimaginations · 8 years ago

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So this happened overnight!

When I started this blog up 3 months ago it was a hobby, something to let out my creative steam and to just self-indulge. Never would I thought that over 1000 of you would join me.

Thank you all so much for reading, liking, reblogging and just generally enjoying what nonsense I spew out.

I’m glad you little lovelies are in love with Overwatch as much as I am, and that we can continue living in this perfect escape from the world.

💜💜💜

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overwatchimaginations · 8 years ago

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For @its-the-fates-squad for winning my competition! I had so much fun writing this, and want to give a huge thank you for everyone that supports this blog, whether it’s liking, reblogging or reading my works. It means so much.

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“Honey, are you ready?” You met your eyes in the mirror above the mantlepiece, spotting a stray hair and swiftly tucking it behind your ear. You pursed your lips, running the balm over them for protection against the humid air outside. You clicked the lid back on top and stuffed it into your jacket pocket.

“Yeah, sweet pea. Jus’ comin’.”

You sighed with content, twisting your body this way and that, happy with how you looked. You ears perked at the sound of footsteps heading from bedroom. You couldn’t help but glance in his direction. Instead of his usual leather trousers, brown shirt and serape, he donned an immaculate charcoal three piece suit with a white shirt, no tie in sight but the top three buttons were casually undone. Your breath hitched at the sight of how well he scrubbed up. He had trimmed his scraggly beard into something presentable and his chocolate locks were brushed, resting neatly just below his ears. He stood there with his hands in his trouser pockets, eyebrows raised expectantly at you.

Gosh damn, you got lucky.

“What d'ya think?”

You opened your mouth to say something. Anything. You literally couldn’t. There might as well have been a golden light backdrop with a choir of angels singing.

“Doll?” “Hmm?”

He shrugged slightly as to prompt you, a half smile on his lips showing off his pearly whites.

“I- erm. Yep. Great. Really good. Where’s my boyfriend and what have you done with him?”

A hearty chuckle rumbled from Jesse, him now walking over to you to place his lips on your forehead, reluctantly pulling away to roam his eyes up and down your outfit.

“You look like an angel.”

You inwardly smiled to yourself, reminiscing about your earlier thought about Jesse. You tiptoed up to peck his lips with yours as a thank you.

“The taxi should be here in about ten minutes or so. Should we have a quick drink?”

Your shoes tapped over the floor towards the open kitchen, head turned back towards Jesse as you asked the question.

“That’d be mighty fine.”

You stifled a giggle at his over-exerted accent and the cheeky wink he threw you, knowing exactly the reaction it would have on you.

You opened the cabinet door and removed two glass tumblers down from the shelves before gently pushing it shut. Placing the glasses on the worktop, you reached over to the back of the counter to grab the dark brown bottle of whiskey you kept only for special occasions. Twisting the cap off, you meticulously poured a drabble into each glass before placing the lid on and sliding the bottle back to the corner. You opened the door of the freezer to remove the bag of ice cubes, plopping two into each glass and closing the door with your hip.

Jesse hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of you the entire time. He had both arms leaning on the countertop, his posture making it so his derriére was slightly pushed out. His cinnamon gaze sparkled as you handed him the drink, his tanned fingers brushing over yours and ice cubes clinking.

You both tapped your glasses together before taking a sip, savouring the mottled, alcoholic taste before letting it slide down your throat.

“Happy anniversary, Jesse.”

“Happy anniversary, doll.”

He took another swig.

“How many years has’t been now?”

He looked thoughtfully up to ceiling, eyes not meeting yours, his elbow resting on the worktop and his chin resting on his fist. You gasped dramatically, leaning over and playfully slapping him on the arm which earned you a cheeky grin.

“Too damn long, apparently.”

You raised your eyebrows as you took a sip, locking your orbs onto his face as it was his turn to act shocked. You smiled slightly, placing your near-empty glass next to his.

“Five years is a long time to be together, Jesse.” “Mmhm.”

He downed the rest of his drink, crunching away at the ice you think he was actually supposed to leave in the glass. His hand covered yours, his palm cool from holding his drink. The corners of your lips turned up, eyes creasing as you smiled at your love.

A simultaneous beep and buzz from your phone brought you out of your trance.

You slid the phone out of your jacket pocket, glancing at the screen.

“Taxi’s here.”

Jesse curled his fingers around your hand, lifting it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles, never taking his eyes off of yours. You took your hand back when he let go, cheeks warm and fuzzy from the gesture.

“C'mon, they’ll be waiting for us.”

You nodded, following Jesse to the front door, taking your keys from the bowl to add to your collection in your pocket. He opened the door for you, shutting it once you were by his side. The air was warm, only a slight breeze passing through. The epitome of a gentleman, he opened the car door for so you could gracefully slide in. You said hello to the driver, and as Jesse made his way around to the other side of the taxi you began making small chit-chat.

You zipped the seatbelt over your body and clicked it in place. Just like earlier, Jesse took your hand in his own and moved it to the space inbetween you, clasping it tight.

Orange street lights blurred as the taxi whizzed past, the glow lighting up the interior of the taxi. You had booked reservations at your favourite restaurant, one that you only went to to celebrate something big because it wasn’t exactly cheap. You squeezed your boyfriend’s hand, excited to be able to spend this special night with him.

—

“I am so full.” “But it was so good, doll.”

You leant back in your chair, hands clasped over your stomach. Your left foot was idly stroking Jesse’s leg, your other foot planted firmly on the floor. Empty dishes sat in front of you on the cloth covered table, waiting to be taken away.

“We’ve still got the sweets t'come yet, sugar.” “Yer the only sweet I need.”

Your poor impersonation of your boyfriend made you erupt in giggles, the cowboy opposite you failing miserably to hold back a grin.

“M'sorry. That wasn’t good.” “Nope. Makes me remember why I love ya’, though.”

You couldn’t help but smile. He tells you everyday that he loves you, but it never fails to cause butterflies. You adjusted yourself in your seat as the waiter came round to collect the plates, thanking them. He also handed you dessert menus to look at before he left. Jesse leant forwards in his chair, placing his menu flat on the table so he could look at you, you copying him. His hand reached across the neatly seat table, meeting yours in the middle.

“(Y/N)..” “Jesse?”

Your brows furrowed slightly, head tilting to the side.

“(Y/N). I love you.” “I love you too.” “Well.. I- er..”

Jesse brought his other hand, curled into a fist, to try and mask his cough. You squeezed his hand in reassurance. What was going on with him?

“Will you do th’ honor..”

He released his hand from yours, digging it into his trouser pocket and sliding from his chair onto the floor on one knee. He used both hands to prop open the black velvet box, a beautiful ring perched on top of a satin cushion.

“Of becoming my life long part'ner?”

The warm glow from the dinner candle on the table made the diamonds in the ring sparkle, the flicker from the flame recreated in Jesse’s eyes. Your lips were slightly parted, eyebrows raised in shock and hands hung limply in your lap. Time seemed to slow. The room had gone quiet in anticipation but you didn’t notice. This moment, this beautiful moment, was shared between you and Jesse only. His gaze looked at you expectantly, a nervous smile etched upon his lips.

“Yes.” You managed to whisper. Your throat had closed from emotion, the word coming out hoarse. “Yes, yes a thousand times, yes.”

Jesse sprung himself upon you, strong arms wrapping around you, your eyes welling up with unshed emotion. You hugged him fiercely, burying your face into the crook of his neck. When he began to lean back only did you let go. The roar of applause met your ears from around the restaurant, but your eyes were still on Jesse. You shakily held out your left hand for him to twist the ring onto your finger. Your gaze flitted to the jewellery to him, vaguely wondering how he obtained your size but because of how perfect it looked.

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

Still holding your left hand, he brought it up to his lips to brush his fingers over the new addition of jewellery. You felt your face warming up, your head finally coming down from where it had been floating. You looked around, meeting strangers eyes and acknowledging them with a small wave with your other hand.

Jesse stood up and sat back in his chair, not letting go of your hand. You took in a deep breath, only shuddering slightly. You gazed over the restaurant, noting that everyone had gone back to enjoying their meals after the commotion.

“So.. Dessert?” Jesse asked, a lopsided smile on his bright face.

You burst out into laughter - this was who you were going to be spending the rest of your life with, and you knew you were going to love every minute of it.

**************

“Jesus- I can’t.”

“Yes you can. Straighten up, breath out and-"

Your eyes bulged as the air was pushed out of you, Your fingers grasped onto the wooden table in front of you, nails leaving indentations on the surface. You only relented the pressure once the zip on the back of your outfit had managed to close all the way and was securely fastened. You hoped Jesse was suffering as much as you to look good. Your body shuddered slightly, from lack of air but also from nerves.

Today was the day.

Today was the day you took Jesse’s last name and legally became partners.

Today was the day you got married.

It was only a few months ago that Jesse had humorously proposed to you at your favourite restaurant, but you had decided ‘why wait’? Money wasn’t an issue. The majority of your family had unfortunately perished in the Omnic crisis, save for a few second cousins that you hadn’t spoken to since before the war. Jesse was your home and there was no point in planning a full-on elaborate wedding. Plus, since the proposal you had both received a signal in regards to re-calling Overwatch, albeit illegally.

You saw no harm in re-joining. It would of course mean that you would have to move to the watchpoint in Gibraltar, but for you that meant a beach wedding! Old faces and new greeted and congratulated you both, quickly settling into your new home.

Currently, Angela was helping you into your wedding clothes, her face glowing with excitement.

“I remember back in ze old days, when Jesse was so.. Boisterous. You seemed to have tamed him.”

You laughed at her remark. It was true. It wasn’t entirely down to you, but you feel you had a helping hand in managing to calm down the wannabe cowboy. Now you were settling down with him in the hopes of having a joyous future ahead of you. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes with the thought, quickly dabbing them away with a slight touch of the finger.

Angela placed her delicate hand on your elbow, a gesture of re-assurance.

“I think I’m ready.”

You glanced at yourself in the full length mirror, taking in a breath.

“I’ll go and let them know.”

Angela left the room, clicking the door behind her, leaving you to your imagination.

It was finally happening.

—

Bells chimed, the chatter of your friends dying down as the music grew louder, signalling your entrance. Beside you walked Jack, or now commonly known as ‘Soldier 76’. There were only a few people that were entrusted with his identity, you counting yourself lucky to be one of those select few. He kept his visor on for this sake, plus he said it also acted as kind of a shield against the glaring sun, which you giggled at.

Your hand rested in the crook of his elbow. It looked courteous, but you were actually leaning on him for support as he guided you down the aisle. Said ‘aisle’ being a white hessian carpet thrown on top of the sweltering sand. Your steps were shaky, but your smile said otherwise. You were in awe of the floral decorations, white daisies and roses entwined with forest green vines. You caught Jesse’s eye at the other end of the aisle, a perfect replica of what you imagined the day he proposed to you. The sun was high in the sky, but the angles and positioning created a golden aura around him, the background music only adding to the heavenly experience. He was an angel.

Your grip tightened on 76’s arm, only for him to give a small squeeze back. Positive murmers rippled across the people standing either side of the walkway, along with a few 'oohs’, but all of your attention was on Jesse. Despite the heat, he was wearing a long sleeved white shirt, secured with a dark coloured tie and a matching jacket perched on top of his shoulders. The shirt was tucked into his suit trousers, the old 'bamf’ buckle on his leather belt making a comeback. He had actually asked your permission to wear it, thinking it would add a touch of humour and you surprisingly agreed.

You had finally reached the end, you glancing and smiling up to 76 as a thank you before he walked to his own seat.

You reached your hand out to Jesse, who took it and brought it up to his lips; something that had become a favourite of his to do. A chorus of 'awhs’, and you raised the back of your free hand to your mouth to stifle a giggle. You clasped his hand properly and brought it down to hang inbetween you two.

The minister stood inbetween you two, gazing welcomingly over you two and your friends who had now taken their seats.

“Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to witness…”

You zoned out as they introduced the ceremony, only able to focus on Jesse’s loving gaze. His pools of cinnamon drifted from your eyes down to your plump lips, towards the curve of your exposed collarbone which you could only imagine looked delicious in the warm glow of the sun. His eyes snapped back up to meet yours, a light dusting of pink across his cheeks when he realised his thoughts and that you had been studying him closely the entire time.

You could tell from his actions and the blush on his face that definitely wasn’t from the heat that he was thinking about rather inappropriate things. You bit down on your bottom lip, a vain attempt to stop your mouth from breaking out into a grin.

Your ears twitched when you heard your full name, the officiant just stating the importance of your vows. You were both never creative when it came to expressing your love via words, it was always actions, so you had made the joint decision for the minister to lead you with the traditional vows.

First was Jesse, repeating the lines after the officiate with no problem. Your heart swelled. Hearing him say those special words and knowing they were true made you choke up a bit. Lena was there in a second, pressing a clean handkerchief into your hand so tears wouldn’t spill down your face.

You had to cough before it was your turn, knowing your voice would be slightly croaky from the sudden overload of emotion. There were no hiccups during your part, apart from the odd sniffle which was always followed by a light squeeze on your hand from the cowboy.

It was all happening so fast, a blur of words and an exchange of rings and then you were married.

“I now pronounce you husband and-”

Before the officiate could even finish, Jesse had pulled you forwards and pressed his lips against yours his arm snaking around your waist and- oh!

Whoops and cheers filled the air as Jesse dipped your torso, still passionately kissing you. His tongue cheekily entered past your lips, the sweet taste of him now filling your mouth. You placed a hand on his toned chest to help steady yourself as he brought you back up to stand. When he pulled away, you were faced with the most devilish grin. You couldn’t help but laugh which in turn made him chuckle.

You weren’t laughing just at him. You laughed for joy. For how unexpectedly things had turned out. Surrounded by your friends- no. Your family, and your love. If someone had told you 6 years ago that you would be in this position, feeling as happy and as loved as you were, you would have slapped them silly.

You were so looking forward to spending the rest of your life with the one and only Jesse McCree.

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overwatchimaginations · 8 years ago

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heya can u do some 76x reader with a reader who is super feminine and cute but she is a killer and she is like a hitman (and like she is only 20 ) and at first she is supposed to kill him but she fall in love with him

((A/N - I changed the age to 21, purely because of the alcohol mentions!))

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You couldn’t help but wrinkle your nose. The copper smell was almost foul enough for your eyes to start watering. You knocked back the remainder of your alcoholic drink, slamming the glass down on the now blood stained wooden table. You glanced down and sighed. Another outfit you had to dispose of because it was covered in other people’s bodily fluids.

It always made you laugh when your targets don’t suspect you. Your faux innocence and childish, girly nature was the perfect way to conceal that you were already a hardened killer at the ripe old age of twenty one.

You brushed the back of your hand down your skirt, some small bits of debris clattering to the floor. No glances were spared from you to the lifeless bodies scattering the floor as you exited the old tavern. You were looking forward to eradicating your next target. All you knew was that he goes by ‘Soldier 76’. You rolled your eyes at the originality. He was currently in Dorado, just one town over from where you currently were. A humourless smile graced your lips. This should be fun.

—

“Ain’t you too young to be here, kid?”

Your brow raised inquisitively at the silver haired man, the glass of wine barely touching your lips.

“I’m of age. If that’s what you mean.”

You tipped the glass back, the cool liquid sliding down your throat in an elegant show of taking a sip of the beverage. The stranger gestured to the run down bar you were both currently sat in.

“People come here to drown their sorrows, not.. whatever you’re doing here.”

You smiled knowingly.

“And what do you think someone like me is doing here?”

Your head tilted to the side, soft locks falling off your shoulder to drop behind your back. You were genuinely curious. He squinted his scarily familiar sky blue eyes at you. You wanted to say you’d seen them somewhere before.

“I’m not sure I want to know.”

He swirled his glass of light brown liquid and placed it down on the grimy counter. You giggled at that. He was funny. His voice wasn’t half bad too; gravelly with a hint of sorrow. What a shame. He perked up at your laughter.

“Shall we take our conversation elsewhere?”

You smiled genuinely at the man, hopping off the barstool and holding out your hand. He gingerly took it, his drink forgotten. Callouses littered his hand, no doubt from all of his years as a ‘soldier’. You led him out into the warm night air, glad to be out of the stuffy bar. He seemed nice, it would be a shame to have to kill him. You couldn’t believe how easy it had been to find him; the renowned ’Soldier 76’. Of course it wasn’t everyday you put yourself out for a target, only when you knew you needed to break their walls down for them to trust you.

You decided to let him lead, as he clearly knew the town better than you. The air was cool on your bare skin, a relief from the humidity earlier in the day. Your hand brushed against the strap on your thigh hidden by your flowing skirt. A well concealed knife in a leather sheath pressed flat against your skin would make easy work of your target.

An alley was coming up on your left, hidden from the night lights sprinkled throughout the town. Earning a surprised grunt from the older man, you shoved him down the alley and pressed him up against the wall, the blade expertly unsheathed and held against his throat.

“Sorry, love. Contract ‘nd all.”

You were about to slice when all of a sudden your vision was blurred and your back was on the cobblestones beneath you. An amused chuckle escaped from the figure above you. You tried leaning up on your elbows, only to be pushed back down by a hefty boot on your chest.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you were up to, kid.”“I’m not a kid.”

You brought a hand up to the back of your head where it had connected with the ground, the other scratching around for your knife that had clattered on the ground when you got knocked over.

A loud buzz came from your skirt pocket, but the soldier had already removed it.

“Looks like your boss won’t be happy you failed your mission.”

He chucked the burner phone away from the pair of you.

“If you don’t die, then I die.” You managed to squeeze out, your breathing hindered by his weight on your lungs.

“Shame.”

A gutteral growl escaped your throat, both of your hands now pushing on his foot to try and get it off.

“You expect me to let you go after you attempted to kill me?” Amusement laced his voice. You stilled, looking up to see his toned arms crossed against his chest, head cocked. To be fair, he wasn’t bad looking. But you did have a job to do.

“This is my living. It’s not exactly I’m in this position by choice.” You spat at him. “ I have a family to feed and protect and I’m not going to let some washed-up soldier stop me from doing what I need to do.”

“Then come with me.”

Your brows furrowed.

“What?”

He removed his boot from your chest, allowing you to scramble ungracefully to your feet.

“Come with me. You don’t have to work for some dodgy dealer hidden behind a burner phone. My contacts are a lot less shady.”

You relaxed your defensive stance. How did he know?

“Trust me. We’ve all been there.”

He held his hand out to you, baby blue eyes sparkling. It was a sick gesture of what you had offered him only half an hour ago. You hesitantly placed your fingers on his palm, realising how much bigger his was than yours. The phone buzzed again on the ground, cheap plastic rattling against the stones.

“Leave it. You don’t need it.”

You blinked owlishly at him. He turned and walked out of the alley, resuming the same positions you had when you canlme out of the bar.

—

“And that’s why 2073 was such a good year for music.”

The soldier laughed at you, a hand around a bottle of beer and the other around your thigh. A breeze fluttered through then open café you were both sitting in, enjoying some cool drinks.

After Dorado, the soldier had whisked you away to Ilios in Greece, away from your boss and your old life. You learnt his name was Jack, and he used to be apart of Overwatch. That’s why he seemed so familiar when you first met him. You’d looked up to them as a kid but they were disbanded long before you became of age. The more he told you about himself, the more you regret your attempted assassination on him. You’d send little trinkets to your family, a little sign to say you were safe.

You looked over the sparkling ocean, white crested waves gently lapping at each other. You let a small sigh, wondering how much your life had changed within the last few weeks.

“Thank you, Jack.”

The large hand on your thigh squeezed slightly, making you glance over to catch his gaze.

“I couldn’t exactly let you go.” "You said that back then, but I didn’t know you meant like this.“

His cheeks blushed slightly.

“I just.. saw you. I couldn’t let anyone else have you.”

Now it was your turn to blush. You bowed your head, trying to hide your smile.

“Hey.”

Your eyebrow raised as a firm but gentle grip took hold of your chin to directly look at him. He leant forwards and delicately placed his lips against yours, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Eyes open, we’re in public.”

He had pulled away from you, his hand still on your thigh. You smirked at him, earning a playful squeeze from your unofficial boyfriend.

You could definitely learn to enjoy this type of life.

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overwatchimaginations · 8 years ago

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can you do a fic 76 being with a reader who loves cuddles and just touching him and who is like that cause she has a fear of him leaving her (she doesnt tell him at first)

"Where're you goin'?"You leant up on your elbow, your other hand rubbing your eyes. Your voice was thick with sleep. The room was dark, save for the dim beam of light coming from your boyfriend's phone. "To the toilet, (Y/N). Go back to sleep."Jack walked round to your side of the bed, a gentle push making you lie back onto the plush pillows, his soft lips brushing against your forehead. You heard his footsteps patter away into the en suite. You closed your eyes and dozed, waking up again when you felt the mattress dip on his side. You scooted over, your small hands entwining with his. He returned the gesture, before turning away and getting comfortable.You whined slightly, your hand finding his back and gently traced circles onto his back. Jack grunted slightly as he turned over to face you. He fidgeted down a bit so his head was buried in your chest, his silver hair brushing and tickling your chin. He slid his arm under your waist, wrapping around you and encasing you in his warmth."You're cuddly tonight.""Mm."He squeezed gently, you comforted by his muscly embrace. "I don't like it when you leave.""I won't leave you."You nuzzled your head into his fluffy hair. "That's difficult, seeming as your job calls for it.""That's my job. You're my.. not job."You stifled a giggle."Always were the charmer, Jack.""Look. I'm not a young man anymore. I'm lucky to have you. It's not like I'm going to up and leave you."You felt his warm breath on your breasts as he let out a tired sigh. You pecked the crown of his head with your smiling lips."Goodnight, Jack.""Goodnight, (Y/N)".

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overwatchimaginations · 8 years ago

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Gabe with an S/O that has really sensitive neck and ears? Gender neutral if you can

((A/N - I 'suffer' from this lmao so good but too good))---This was the definition of perfect.Heavy droplets of rain pattered against the windows, a dark grey sky enchancing the warm glow from the telenovela that Gabe was half watching. He was curled up on one end of the sofa with a mug of steaming coffee in one hand. Your head was resting on his toned thighs, his other hand gently combing fingers through your hair. Your face was illuminated by your phone screen, flicking through the news, your arm becoming tingly and slightly numb from being tucked in under your body.It was rare that you both had a day off from the the manic shenanigans of Overwatch. When you did, you chose to relax in your safe confines of your shared apartment that you called home. His fingers drifted down, dancing behind your ear and travelling down your neck. You shuddered violently at the touch, phone slipping from your grasp to fall onto the carpet below."What was that?"His voice was huskier than normal with sleep from not finishing his coffee yet."Sensitive." You mumbled, cheeks dusted with pink at your involuntary action.A chuckle reverberated through his chest."Like.. this?"He used his fingernail to gently scratch a single line from your earlobe to your collar bone. Your torso shivered at the feeling. It was over-pleasurable, if that was a thing. He repeated the action with several fingers, a moan accidentally escaping your throat."Gabe-""What?""Please, stop.""Do you not like it, cariño?"You shifted your body so you were looking directly up at him. He had to move his hand away from you to make room for you fidgeting."I do, but it's just sensitive.."A small smirk graced his plump lips. He placed his now-empty mug on the side table next to him. With that hand, he brushed all the way through your locks making your eyes flutter closed."Sorry, hun. I can't resist making you tremble beneath me."Your eyes snapped open to meet a wolfish grin. You playfully slapped his chest, a cheeky grin blooming on your face.You loved your days off with Gabe. They were always perfect.

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overwatchimaginations · 8 years ago

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Hi! Do you think you could do a second part to where the reader is a new recruit?? Like my heart can't take it !! Thanks cutie💖

((A/N - well thank YOU, cutie.))---"That was intense."You were currently sprawled out on the floor in the training room, waiting for the rest of the recruits to leave before you attempted to stand up. You nodded, your response muffled from your head being buried in a towel that was trying to soak up all of your sweat. Your legs were jelly and your arms burned. You had no energy to speak, let alone trying to get back to your room. Your friend whipped the towel off, your eyes squinting trying to adjust to the light."Drink."You opened your mouth, your friend dribbling in water from their bottle. You choked slightly, trying not to laugh at your situation."Get up, (Y/N)." You held your hand up, it being gripped by Gabriel for him to hoist you up. Your legs failed you, and you would have fallen back onto the lino covered floor had he not caught you in his arms. Your cheeks tinged pink as you felt the vibrations of his chuckle from his toned chest. Sweat was leaking through his tight fitting vest top, only imagining what it looked like underneath."You seem a bit.. broken."You glared up at your commander."Absolutely not, it was just-""Intense?"You rolled your eyes, regaining your balance. You steadied yourself by placing a hand against his now folded arms, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear."Take them back to their room, please. I don't think they can walk without support." Gabriel chuckled to your friend. They hooked an arm around your waist, your arm being flung over their shoulder."Same time tomorrow, cariño." He winked at you.You frowned at the pet name. What did it mean? The walk back to your shared room was a struggle. You flumped yourself onto your bed as soon as you could, your entire body screaming with pain. "He so likes you.""Not allowed favouritism.""And? I'd kill to be called Spanish pet names.""What about Jack?""What about him?"You turned to face your friend, lying on your side and head propped up with your hand, a shit-eating grin spreading across your face."Does he not sweeten you up with pet names?""Honey, he doesn't need to. I have him right where I want him."Your eyebrows raised, smile spreading. A knock on the door brought you from your conversation. You leant over to check the time on your phone while your friend opened the door."Is (Y/N) here?""Where else would they be, sir?" Amusement laced their voice, giving you time to sit up on the bed to try and see who it was. The door widened and you tried to stand when you saw the swish of royal blue."Sir. I-""Please sit, (Y/N). Gabriel told me about your training session and was a tad concerned. Do you need to see Angela?""No, thank you, Strike-Commander Morrison. I'm not used to the training but it will come in due course." Jack nodded, his baby-blues flitting over to your friend. A smile twitched on his lips and the rosiness on his cheeks became more defined."Very well. That is all." He gracefully left your shared room, your friend quietly clicking the door closed."He only came here to see you." You raised an eyebrow."I know. He gave me a note.""A note? Let me see.""Absolutely not."You pursed your lips your hands behind you leaning on the bed, closely watching their face as they read the note."Oh.. my God."You leant forwards and made grabby hands towards them. Their eyes widened, the back of their hand dramatically coming up to their forehead."He wants.. to.. meet for lunch."You burst out into laughter."I thought it would have been a love letter or a poem. Is that all it says?" They handed you the note and your eyes skimmed over the scrawl.Tomorrow. 1300. Café on Broad Street. J x"Wow. Blunt."You handed the note back, throwing your legs up onto the bed and throwing your arm over your eyes."He's romantic.""Tch. Whatever you say, love. Wake me up before dinner?""Yeah alright, lazy."---You were shaken awake by hands on your shoulders, eyes snapping open."You weren't waking up.""Well I'm awake now.""Gabriel wants you.""That's a bit forward.""He's at the door, idiot."You scrambled to sit up, combing your fingers through your hair in a vain attempt to look presentable. You managed to stumble over to the door, hanging on the handle so your overworked legs wouldn't collapse. You took in a deep breath and pulled the door open. He was leaning on the frame, arms folded and inspecting his fingernails. He was still wearing that damn fitted tank top, clinging to his chiselled chest. Sweat glistened on his defined arms and his dark locks hidden by the woollen beanie. "Ah. (Y/N)." He lifted his head, eyes narrowed and a smirk dancing across his lips."Sir." You nodded."I have a proposition."Your brows furrowed, pulling the door to slightly so your friend wouldn't overhear. "How would you feel about joining Blackwatch?"You physically faultered, shock clearly expressed on your face. He chuckled."Why- er. Why me?""I need someone on my team and I think you would fit nicely. Hardworking. Always pushing yourself to your limits."His gazed intensely at you, unrelenting."I erm-""Think about it. In the meantime, clean up. You're joining me in my office at 1900 hours.""But that's when din-""Dinner starts? Yeah. I know."He winked and confidently turned back down the hall towards the main area of the building. You let out a breath you hadn't realised you'd been holding.Dinner. With Gabriel. The commander of Blackwatch. Not wanting to one-up your friend, you told them you weren't feeling well and went to go have a shower. You hoped the scalding water would clear the mist from your thoughts and relieve the aches in your over-used muscles. Once washed, you span the knob round to shut off the water and grabbed a fluffy towel. Patting your face dry you caught your eyes in the mirror. There was a sparkle there you has never noticed before, the corners of your lips turned up in a slight smile. "(Y/N), I'm heading out to the hall. Do you want anything?" "No thanks. See you later!"When you heard the apartment room door close behind your friend, you set out about finding something reasonable to wear. You couldn't go wrong with black jeans and a 'nice top'. You span your body in the mirror, deeming your outfit presentable enough. Looking at your watch, you still had five minutes to make it to Gabriel's office.You checked both ways down the hallway to make sure it was clear before shutting the door behind you. It clicked shut, the noise echoing. You half jogged towards the offices, trying to untangle your hair with your fingers. You caught your reflection in a passing window, slightly surprised by how decent you actually looked. You rapped your knuckles on the door to the commander's office, taming your heavy breathing and pulling down the hem of your top. "Come in."You pushed the door open, not entering when you saw two other figures standing in front of Gabe's desk."There's a draft. Please close the door."You stepped in and gingerly shut it, standing hesitantly by the door. Your hands held the other, fingers fidgeting, worried you'd walked into something you shouldn't have."(Y/N). This is Jesse-" he nodded to the figure on your left. "And this is Genji." He motioned towards the other. The two turned around, acknowledging you with a nod before turning back to face Gabriel."Come forward."Your feet moved of their own accord, reluctantly shuffling across the carpet until you were inbetween the two people infront of Gabriel's desk."You lot are my elite team. Look after each other."You frowned. You hadn't accept his proposition. The two nodded scarily in sync, before the one on the left piped up."Ain't they a bit young?""No. They are perfectly skilled. Not that you could talk anyway, McCree. How old are you again?"The last sentence was spoken with patronising malice from the man in front of you. "You two are dismissed. (Y/N), stay."Your hands came up to hug the opposite elbow, your fingers twitching nervously. You heard shuffles of feet before a click- and then silence. Gabriel gestured for you to sit in the chair opposite him."Thank you for accepting.""I haven't-""You came along when I said to. You listened to my orders."Yeah, because what I thought was free food has now turned into me somehow joining the black ops division of Overwatch.""You haven't said no."Gabriel leaned forwards in his chair, hands clasped together and resting on desk. Your mouth opened, and then closed. He was right; you hadn't said no."I want you close, (Y/N). You have potential and with a bit of sculpting you'll be more than ready to become a fully-fledged Blackwatch agent. We need someone like you on our team. I need you."You adjusted your position in the chair at his words. Did he just admit that he liked you?"I'll get your uniform set up and ready for training in next week. In the mean time, keep quiet about it until we can announce it properly."You nodded. "Use your words, cariño.""Yes, sir."A smirk appeared on his lips. He opened his mouth to retaliate before there was a knock on the door and it opened wide. Two silver trays covered with domes were carried by one of the kitchen staff and gently placed down on Gabriel's desk. He nodded in thanks and waited until the porter had left and shut the door before talking."I look after my agents, (Y/N). I'd be surprised if you still wanted to stay as an Overwatch agent after this."He removed the dome on the tray closest to you to reveal a plate with a mouth-watering steak, juicy steamed vegetables and the softest mashed potato you had ever seen. You looked up at him, eyes narrowed. He wasn't exactly being subtle with his bribes. You reached your hand towards the tray, only for him to brind the lid down suddenly and for you to retreat."You'll join?"Your eyes met his cinnamon gaze."I would be surprised if I stayed as an Overwatch agent after this."His chuckled rumbled throughout the room as he pushed the tray of food towards you.This should be very interesting.

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Can you please write a scenario about gabe defending his timid and kinda small gf from overwatch agents that made her cry? Thank you

“No, Gabe, please-”

Your boyfriend currently had his hand around an agent’s neck, fingers digging into his flesh. Your hand reached out to try and grab Gabriel’s black hoody, only to have toned arms wrap around your waist from behind, stilling you instantly.

“Better let him do it, sweetpea.”

You struggled against the southerner, your hand coming up to brush away droplets from your tear stained, bruised cheek. Blood stained your fingers, wiping them on your skirt. To say you were annoyed at how you weren’t as tall or strong as the other agents was an understatement. It was nice to be embraced and protected by Gabe, but when it came to standing up for yourself it was kind of pathetic.

“Jesse, get off me.”“(Y/N), you’ll get hurt if go over there ‘nd then Reyes’ll have my behind too.”

A solid thud cut your conversation short as the agent who had been abusing you was now splayed out on the floor, your boyfriend hovering menacingly over him. A group of other, younger agents had grouped around, trying to verbally defend the one on the floor.

“Anyone else?”

Silence.

“Good. Get this shit outta my sight, and if I so much as hear a breath in (Y/N)’s direction, you’ll all be in the depths of hell before you know it.”

Jesse rest his head on top of yours, a deep sigh coming from his chest.

“C'mon, he’s gonna be in a foul mood.”“I don’t care.”

You managed to wriggle your way out from your best friend’s grasp, limping slightly over to your boyfriend. Your hand gingerly touched his arm, making him spin around.

“Gabe-”“Get her to Ziegler.”

His eyes didn’t meet yours, instead directing themselves over to McCree’s.

“I still need to teach these ingrates a lesson.”

A firm hand grasped around yours, dragging you away from the crowd. You stuttered, trying to say something to Gabe before you went through the doors to Angela’s office.

—

You were laid down on top of the pristine white sheets, arms crossed over your chest. No matter how many times you had said you were fine, Angela and Jesse would not leave your side until the Blackwatch Commander permmitted them to. The air hung thick with tense awkwardness. Angela was scribbling on her clipboard and Jesse seemed very interested with cleaning his hat. Your eyes were on the door, purple and blue slowly forming in your peripheral vision.

To be fair, you had taken quite a beating from the bastard. He kept on going on about how you got special treatment because you were ‘sleeping with the Blackwatch Commander’, to put it nicely. Your personality meant you’d tried to fight back, only to be given a black eye, cut cheek and lip and a sprained ankle. If Gabriel and Jesse hadn’t come along when they did.. You don’t know. Tears still streamed down your cheeks, no matter how hard you tried to stop them. You felt useless. Being in Overwatch and not even able to defend yourself.

You perked up when the doors opened and in walked Gabriel. Both Angela and Jesse stood up sporting strained smiles.

“How is she?”“Fine. Bruising along the cheekbone, a few cuts here and there and a swollen ankle. Nothing some rest won’t heal.”

Gabriel nodded. The pair took that as their cue to leave, reassuring looks passed in your direcrion.

You uncrossed your arms and fiddled with your fingers, eyes now downcast from his intense gaze. The bed dipped slightly from his weight where he perched, his large hand covering both of yours.

“I’m sorry, Gabe.”“Why are you sorry? You did nothing.”“Exactly. I did nothing. I work at Overwatch and I can’t even fight back.”“That’s because you’re not an agent. You're my assistant.”“Still, getting my ass kicked in front of everyone isn’t-”“(Y/N). What he did was cowardly. It was an easy win for him until I came along.”

You sighed, head drooping down further.

“Let me train you.”“What?”

Your head perked up, him now reaching up to caress away a tear.

“If you’re worried, let me train you. I’m not always going to be here to protect you.”

Your eyes looked into his chocolate pools. He wasn’t joking. You nodded hesitantly. He squeezed your hands in reassurance.

“I hate seeing you hurt.”“I hate being hurt.”

A gentle kiss was placed on your forehead. He loved you, and you loved him.

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