#a world to us inconclusive; rea.per

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you were supposed to leave.

Misc | Accepting

“Yeah?” He grunts.

“Supposed to do and be and say a lot of things. Don’t make a lick of difference now, does it?”

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There is no reply.

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[Text: Yn8u$0JL] i dont knw where I amm

             [ to : unknown | 03.19 ] — i pinged your location. you’re in san francisco.               [ to : unknown | 03.21 ] — you’ve got a safehouse there, remember. are                                                           you in that safehouse ? 

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❛ i agreed to take care of you in exchange for twenty pizza rolls — you falling asleep on me ? just doubled the price . ❜ (deadeye-gang. Gabriel perhaps? :D)

Sickness and Health | Accepting@deadeye-gang

He sniffles, eyes blearily opening. There’s a wince and he tucks his head back against Gabe’s side, shaking his head.

“Pay you triple if’you turn the lights off’n lemme sleep more.”

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💖

Memory | Accepting

His grandparents still didn’t accept it, that much he knew- at least, if the nasty letters he’d gotten from them full of ‘fervent prayers’, slurs, and condemnations wasn’t enough before, after their private ceremony he’d simply thrown out letters that had the name “Morrison” in the return address line.

Until he finally got a call from his parents. The first he’d heard from them in four years.

‘We were missing out on the best years of your life because we couldn’t get past ourselves. We... We missed our only son’s marriage. It-it shouldn’t have taken that, Johnny-’

The call lasted four hours.

Grief, pain, trying to articulate what their words had done, the lack of having them with him during Overwatch’s explosion in growth and the stress that came with it. How much he missed them. His hands were hurting halfway through after a full day of paperwork and meetings, but he couldn’t stop talking to them- his mother signing apologies through tears, desperate for him to understand.

After the call, he spent the night talking to Gabriel, finding the letter they sent, finally- only having barely missed the shred pile. Inside was a similar but different apology and request to meet Jack’s husband. Gabriel looked at him with a expression Jack was too familiar with.

“I think it’s different, Gabe. In the call, they- I think they understand.” Gabriel’s brows furrowed. “I- I’m not saying that you have to like them. But I want to give it one more try, Gabe, I miss my parents. If they show they aren’t ready to accept this, then we come back home, no worrying about it anymore.”

The next day they flew out- not a particularly easy feat given their positions, but Jack knew the longer they put it off the more reticent he would be. He occupied his time teaching Gabriel the few signs he needed to brush up on. He was capable and could communicate well, but there were a few gaps to fill, and it kept both of them busy, but focused.

They were greeted with his parents, glowing and sobbing. It was hard to believe it’d been years since they talked- more since he had been home.

The first hour was all talking, signing, his parents getting to know Gabriel and falling in love with their “new” son-in-law. They had collected presents from the area. Most of the people couldn’t think to bat an eye at Jack’s orientation- though there was an amusing anecdote when one of their even more bigoted (now ex-)friend had taken a dig at Jack and his mother nearly tore the poor man’s throat out.

The entire day was the small round of presents and gifts- belated items about their wedding, and including a gift from that very person- baby clothes. As if the presence of those alone could encourage Jack to realize he had somehow made a mistake in marrying a man.

Food, comfort, home, and Gabriel. He loved their apartment in Zurich, but there was something here so painfully nostalgic and missed so ardently that having it with the addition of Gabriel had brought the beginnings of tears to his eyes more than once.

And here, with a silly, droning program on the television, both of them sprawled on the couch with his parents asleep and Gabriel’s head on his chest, almost dozing, Jack couldn’t imagine a happier place to be. In his heart of hearts he knew he would not retire- could not retire. But he could imagine that fantasy here. Or even perhaps an equally quiet home away from the world. Maybe a dog or two, some horses, cats. Anything, really.

But it wasn’t until he moved to pick up the slumbering form that he made one of the most delightful discoveries. Gabriel Reyes liked being picked up. He had him under the shoulders and knees, careful as he hauled him away from the couch and towards the guest bedroom- neither was ready to get back to the hotel for the night.

The way he leaned against Jack’s chest, the little giggle when Jack reasoned with him that he was obviously too tired to walk. He took his time carrying him up the stairs, little words of affection as Gabriel smiled and tucked himself against Jack. He couldn’t help the ear-to-ear sappy grin at the man in his arms, even as their tired conversation slipped into fatigued silliness.

He could allow it. And god, did it make him feel special to see such a beautiful smile.

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Happy birthday to Jack, his present is one (1) Reaper.

Thanks he’s leaving with this b y e

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Gathers him up into his lap and pets the wraithpuddle

lays down in a heap on the floor. what a pain.

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"Jaaaaaaack. Whose tits are the best; mine or McCree's?"

Today on: Jack is way, way too gay to answer this fairly.

“That’s, uh��� A hell of a question. Can I cop out and call it a draw?”

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i need a kissu

Kissus Trap | No Longer Accepting

At one time, they loved each other in earnest. A healthy, honest and beautiful love like a balm to the soul. When they could find peace in each other’s arms to start the morning slow- or a beautiful stillness in the evenings after the noise died down.

But here, now, it was an open vein- an unceasing tide of emotion- once powerful in love now incomparably intense in its raw pain.

Now they were the very edges of what they once were, pushed to primal nothingness but unable- unwilling- refusing to let go of a shuddering light in the darkness. A light they might never reach but their outstretched hands yearned to touch once more, if only for a glimpse of what once was.

Perhaps it was cruel that Jack did not suffer the physical repercussion of emotion when Gabe did. That he stayed in the confidence of a body that did not fall apart and reconstitute itself regularly. When coming to blows was a toss-up of who would win out- and was a test of their skills. ‘Keep you on your toes’ they reasoned.In the end, one would lean down to press lips to his lover, chide technique. But now...

Here, Gabriel sat atop him and he felt the nanites that dripped and sloughed away from his body. He could see the way he struggled to remain upright when they were face to face like this. His face spoke of rage, but he didn’t raise a fist, or a gun, or anything staring down at Jack. They had danced like this many times before.

Now Jack’s hands reached up, taking hold of the edges of the man’s hood, and brought his head down to press their lips together. There’s a low growl in the back of Gabriel’s throat. Playing dirty, perhaps, and he can see the way it affects the body above him, nanites reacting to a surge of emotion Jack couldn’t read.

But he keeps his lips for another heartbeat before the wraith turns to mist and flees.

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|| a bad decision and a bouquet of roses later. ||

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real talk : your place or mine

“Mine."

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Texting idk my bff jill | AcceptingSend “@” for a SCARED text.

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If you were a sea, I'd already have drowned in all that blue.

“Learn to swim, chump.”

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There's another batch of flowers, but they're red roses this time- and he's actually here to give them. For once, he's not in the usual costume- but in a simple thin jacket and jeans with plain boots. His hands, however- are gloved, hiding the blackened fingertips. "Happy Valentines Day, Blue."

It feels… wrong. That he doesn’t have anything for the Reaper. Which is an odd thought to want to offer something to the man that had been his enemy for some years. The interim between hopelessly pining, “dead”, angry, and then in love were an odd sort of rollercoaster for his emotions that moved at a sluggish speed.

Allowed him to cope, but odd nevertheless.

“Thanks, Gabe.” He accepts the roses, leaning past them to kiss the man on the lips.

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You know. You're probably the palest fucking thing I've ever seen, but still- even that pales in comparison to how much you're still on my goddamn mind. I miss you, you fuck.

He’s quiet, a low grunt after a longer moment.

A gesture to himself, arms crossed over his chest, a gesture to the wraith, then his hand outstretched, three fingers extended with a thumb atop his curled index finger.

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" i’m sorry, have we met before ? ”

‘He’s trying to play you like a game again,’ Jack thinks, frustrated. He tells himself not to fall for the bait. Not to indulge the wraith’s game.

Every time it leaves him more miserable than the last. Angrier, more frustrated- why does he insist on trying to get this creature to remember who he was? Did Jack’s twisted desire for some kind of vindication push him to demand the ghost remember him? Then at least he could understand what had been done- to both of them. Jack would not let Gabriel Reyes dream the sleep of a man who could wipe his hands of his sins.

Part of him wanted in some sense to force him to remember- to force the man he had loved to remember so he could share that miserable pain. Perhaps a man he still loved in a twisted way that made his gut churn if he dwelled on it.

“Yeah, Gabe, we have.” Voice a snap- unkind. Furious with himself as much as the wraith for pursuing this. Endlessly. Recklessly. To his own detriment when he should be focusing on taking Talon down. On killing Gabriel. Not trying to make him remember who he was like it would change anything. Stubbornness would always be his downfall. He stalked towards the wraith, pulse rifle at his side- ready but not pointed just yet.

“I’m not playing this game with you, Gabriel.”

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"Hey there, kitten.~"

“Bite my ass, cupcake.”