#jack morrison headcannons

[hana-song-aka-dva]

Oh right I need to run this account…

DAD FOR HANA

[derelictlovefool]

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Author: Achilles, he/him & they/them pronouns

Status: Hobbyist, low writing activity

Writing: OC x Canon, Reader Insert, Original Fiction

Requests/Suggestions: Open

note: i'm a full time student so any requests I get will be done when and if I have time and they spark my interest!

Active in regards to fandoms & characters simply means most enthused about and interested in writing, inactive means least interested in writing but still willing if the idea sparks my creativity.

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active | inactive | semi active

Far Cry 5 | Supernatural | The Last of Us | Marvel | DC | Doctor Who | Sweeney Todd | The Witcher | Dying Light 2 | Z Nation | Inkheart | Bridgerton | Slashers | Outlast | Resident Evil | Overwatch | Undertale/Deltarune | Ib | TWD Telltale | Motor Crush | The Arcana | Kingsman

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Faith Seed | John Seed | Joseph Seed | Jacob Seed | Sharky Boshaw | Hurk Drubman Jr | Adelaide Drubman | Jerome Jeffries | Mary May Fairgrave | Eli Palmer | Grace Amestrong | Joey Hudson | Staci Pratt

Dean Winchester | Sam Winchester | Castiel | Charlie Bradbury ||| Joel | Tess ||| Wade Wilson | Tony Stark | Pepper Potts | Bucky Barnes | Steve Rodgers | Thor Odinson | Bruce Banner | Natasha Romanoff | Clint Barton ||| Harley Quinn

The Doctor (4, 9-15) | Jack Harkness | Rose Tyler | Donna Noble ||| Sweeney Todd | Mrs Lovett ||| Geralt of Rivera | Jaskier/Dandelion | Yennefer of Vennenberg ||| Hakon | Aiden | Lawan | Frank ||| Alvin Murphy | Roberta Warren | Addison Carver | Cassandra | Sarge | George St Claire

Mo | Dustfinger ||| Penelope Featherington | Benedict Bridgerton | Anthony Bridgerton | Colin Bridgerton | Eloise Bridgerton | Violet Bridgerton | Kate Sharma | Edwina Sharma ||| Jason Voorhees | Michael Myers | Bubba Sawyer | Brahms Heelshire | Thomas Hewitt

Eddie Gluskin ||| Ethan Winters | Karl Heisenberg | Alcina Dimitrescu | Donna Benniviento | Slavator Monreau | Mia Winters | Chris Redfield | Leon Kennedy | Ada Wong | Claire Redfield

Jack Morrison | Gabriel Reyes | Cole Cassidy | Genji Shimada | Hanzo Shimada | Mei ||| Sans | Papyrus | Asgore | Undyne | Mettaton | Queen ||| Gary ||| Calax Gothard | Domino Swift | Lola Del Carmen | Sonoya Vernilion ||| Asra | Nadia | Dorian | Portia | Muriel ||| Merlin/Hamish Mycroft

OC's: David Thorn (Slasher), Z (God Symbiote), Xander (Robot)

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Tropes I enjoy writing:

Variations of the Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers | Childhood Friends | Neighbour across the hall/street | Mutual Pining | Devotion and Obsession | Making each other worse | Making each other better | Romance in Violence | Ride or Die Friends | Royal Guard/Gardener x Royalty | Crime Boss x Bodyguard | Dog Coded x Cat Coded | Fuck Love Triangles Make it Poly | Fake Dating | Meet Cute and more!

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— male/trans/enby/gn!reader (I'm here for the guys and gays)

— oc x canon, oc x oc, canon x canon, reader x canon, reader x oc

— sfw & nsfw

— platonic, queer-platonic, romantic, familial, etc.

��� headcannons, one-shots, multi-parts

— AU's, crossovers

— gore, violence, toxic relationships, death/angst

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— fem!reader (There's thousands out there already y'know)

— genderbends

— pregnancy related topics

— self harm topics

— incest, paedophilia, zoophilia, necrophilia and any of that nasty crap

— non-con

— infidelity

— Characters I really don't know or care about </3

[ziggysarcana]

Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Joel Cassius Durant, the 29 year old Bazaar Exchange pawn shop owner and shopkeeper originally from Cardinal Hill, Washington. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're strategic, eccentric and self-sabotaging, but what you might not know is that they are a witch, and that they’re hiding something… ― LaKeith Stanfield, bisexual, gender fluid, and he/they.

Name: Joel "Cash" Cassius Durant (Joe-el)

Alias: Cash, Jo, El

Gender/Pronouns: Genderfluid , He/They

Age: 29

Birthdate: 07/20/1963

Big Three: Leo, Virgo, Libra

Occupation: Bazaar Exchange pawn shop owner and shopkeeper

Height: 6'0"

Hometown: Cardinal Hill, Washington

Family: Imani Durant (mother), Cassius Morrison (father), Micah Durant (brother), Goldie Green (maternal cousin)

Friends: Lorelei Bauer (ritualove)

Relationship Status: single

Sexuality: pansexual

Other Relationships:

Character Inspiration: Kendall Roy - Succession, Ambrose Spellman - Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Ryuk - Death Note, Jordan Belfort, Jack Kelly - Newsies, Data - Star Trek TNG

Joel Cassius Durant was born at the stroke of the afternoon, in the quiet town of Cardinal Hill, Washington. The circumstances were unconventional even from the start. His mother Imani and his father Cassius were never married. In fact, their relationship had resembled a lightbulb. One that grows bright and brighter until it quickly fizzles out. Imani, a witch with a deep rooted connection to the natural world and a long lineage of witches; was a free spirit who felt confined by society's expectations but did her best to raise Joel. Cassius was a wandering soul, searching for his place in a world where he felt that he had never belonged. Imani raised him on her own for the most part, save for the help she would receive from her mother, her sister and her brother in law. She is a fiercely independent woman who weaved her craft with a regular lifestyle, what she thought was best for her sons. She was often misunderstood by the humans around her. To everyone else, she was an eccentric recluse who dabbled in the occult. She could often be seen walking around with not so much as a sock covering her feet, having conversations with plants or sending her sons to school with strange smelling teas. To Joel, she was just mom. An enigmatic and powerful woman who instilled within him a deep respect for the world. She was also the owner of a cozy pawn shop on the edge of town -- selling, buying and trading all kinds of wares, magical and normal items alike.

He grew up feeling as if magic was as natural as taking a breath, or the way blood pumps without you having to will it to do so. But he leaned, with haste, that the world wasn't always as it seemed. His mother taught him from a young age to listen, carefully, to the indiscernible vibrations of this dimension and others. To decipher the signs it gave. Imani never hid her witchcraft from him. She had him around all the time so this meant he was able to watch in on rituals and spellwork. Joel particularly enjoyed watching her heal others. One thing she wanted her children to know, and they do; magic is not only a gift but it's a responsibility. Imani often said "what you take from the world, you must always give back". A philosophy that has stuck with him his entire life.

His father on the other hand, was a presence in his life but he learned that he wasn't a permanent one. He would drift in and out of Cardinal Hill, sometimes offering only brief moments. Despite all of this, Joel knew that his father loved him. He never doubted it. Some of his best memories happened during the stints that lasted months. He inherited from him a restless energy. One that had led him to dream of something more. Something more than a small town. Often times Joel would dream of joining his father on his travels, perhaps to a far away country. Somewhere new to feel the energy of, maybe bring back his mother some cool tchotchkes for the shop.

As a child, his parentage made the brothers stand out like a sore thumb. Joel was often bullied by his classmates for being an odd and quiet little boy. Kids would whisper, call him names or tease him. Especially when he tried to share with the other kids the things his mother had taught him. His brother Micah was always there for him, telling off the other kids if he ever saw this. But as he grew older, in his teen years; something shifted. Joel grew taller, more handsome and undeniably charming. People started to actually warm up to him and he wasn't just the weird kid anymore. He was just the guy with the sweet smile and the quick wit. He remained reserved though, skeptical of others. And Joel didn't really belong to anyone, not like everyone else seemed to. He was still, underneath it all, the kid who felt like he didn't fit the mold of society's expectations. People started liking him, sure -- but he never truly opened up to many. Stuck with the thought that no matter how accepted he was, no one would ever truly understand them.

By the time he had turned 18 he had such a desire to break free from Cardinal Hill and explore the world beyond. Joel had leaned everything his mother could ever teach about magic and about Washington, but he wanted to explore beyond that. He had a deep respect for everything she had given him, his skills and the shop but he could never really envision himself taking on the life that Imani wanted for him. Her world was one of isolation and intrsopection, but he didn't want that to be the all encompassing theme of his life. Spellwork and the shop. God! It made him sick to think about. He wanted, nay, needed to see the city lights and feel the pulse of the world under his fingertips. Where people chased their dreams and didn't give a damn what got in their way. He needed that. So when he was 19, he finally said goodbye and moved to the big city. New York City, of course. Where he arrived with a backpack and eyes full of wonder. Imani supported her son's dreams, as much as she could. She tried to see it as a pit stop in his bigger journey. A journey that would hopefully lead back home. Before Joel left, she gave him a warning: "If you give the city an inch, they will take a mile. Be careful what you trade for your dream."

Joel's life when he first arrived in New York was, for the lack of a better word, good. Better than someone would expect for coming to a big city with no job or somewhere to sleep. It was exhilarating but it was a hustle. He worked a number of odd job's in the beginning to get by. Delivery boy for a local florist, waitstaff for a catering company, and cleaning Wall Street toilets. They never quite settled into one thing, trying to do as much as he could and as efficiently as he could. Always moving, always doing better. There was no way he was going to let his mother and his brother down. And besides, this pace suited him. He reveled in everything about the city -- the nightlife, the food, the people! Joel wanted to devour this city, make it his own. It was during this time that a new friend had shown him the world of back door betting and card games. This was a world that dangled everything he ever wanted in front of his nose; it's saccharine scent lingering in his nostrils for too long for him to ignore. Wealth, freedom, power. Joel quickly moved into these circles -- his charismatic personality enabling him to gain this access.

Bets were made here by the flick of the wrist and games stretched late into the night. Reputations built and shattered simultaneously. With a single hand of cards. It didn't take long for him to become a regular. He gained a bit of a reputation for being an incredibly lucky high takes gambler; or perhaps, he just was that good. Charm, wit and his intuition helped push him to places he could only dream. He found himself rolling in cash. But the higher you climb, the higher the stakes. The line between reward and ruin was thinner than the threads of the universe itself. For a while, he was the man on top -- he had everything he ever wanted. But Joel learned the hard way that if you play with fire long enough, you'll eventually get burned.

When Joel was 27 he found himself at the proverbial rock bottom. His luck had ran dry. He found himself in a situation that gave him no way out. He made the hardest decision of his life and returned home to Cardinal Hill with his tail between his legs. Even though his relationship with his mother was complicated, she welcomed him back home with open arms. As all mothers do. Joel never spoke about what happened and she never pushed him to open up; afraid he might break. Imani offered him the old pawn shop, hoping it would give him a sense of purpose, and to be honest, she was getting too old to run it all by herself. It wasn't the life he had envisiioned for himself but it was a chance to rebuild his life. To gain some normalcy and security. Not wanting to be 'the guy who lives with his mom', he moved in with his brother for a year until he saved up enough to get a trailer in the local park. One he's very proud of.

Now at 29, he is proud to run the cozy and magical Bazaar Exchange. It has it's own peculiar mystique; a place where memories seemed to linger and lost things found their home.

He is more guarded than he used to be and much more introspective. More wise now than ambitious. Joel mostly keeps his personal life to himself, hiding his past with a wry smile. Cardinal Hill, a place where he used to feel trapped, has turned into somewhat of a refuge for him. Keeping the danger at more than an arms length. Though most don't know the full extent of his daunting past, it continues to haunt him. He's not just an eccentric shopkeeper or a talented witch -- he's a man who has seen the true underbelly of the world and felt the crushing weight of failure. Even crawled through that weight with his sanity mostly in tact. His magic remains quieter than his mothers, but all the resident's of Cardinal Hill know they can come to him for help with magic. Like a well of ancient knowledge.

Additional Information/Headcannons

His name is pronounced 'Joe-el', not 'Jol'. If you mispronounce it on accident he will politely correct you but if you think it's funny to do it on purpose, he won't even respond. He's known to say 'on Christmas, do you sing 'Nol! Nol! Nol!' no? it's Joel, like Noel, get it right!'

Joel is very superstitious. Especially when it comes to numbers. 7 is his lucky number, and he always looks for it in everything; even better if it's in a succession of 3.

He likes to convince people that he has a keen ability to find lost things, but really it's because he calls on Saint Anthony for help. The holy saint of all lost things.

Joel can't stand formalities or small talk. He's always been a rebel when it comes to societies expectations and rules.

Despite this, ironically, he is always on time. If he's late, then it's time to worry about where he is. It just drives him crazy to be late to anything, never wanting to run behind schedule.

He wears one of his father's old watches, at all times. Except for when he's in the shower.

Joel is obsessed with the moon and has an unexplainable connection to it. He has a large collection of moon themed trinkets; pendants, decor and sketches.

Wanted Connections:

ex lovers: someone from New York or Cardinal Hill, this can range from casual flings to high school sweethearts.

friends: drinking buddies, witchy friends, friends to play soccer with or parlay, or just regular pals

shop regulars and newcomers: customers who haggle successfully or unsuccessfully, fresh faces, anything in between.

spellwork clients: anyone struggling with spell casting or divination may come to him and ask for help. Joel is happy to give it.

feel free to approach me with any ideas you may have !

[safe-by-dawn]

Characters that I'll write for

Requests are currently open! Send me an Ask! I accept both sfw and Nsfw requests. I prefer to write longer fics (about 1k minimum) but I'll also try my hand at headcannons as well. I will write about dark themes and most kinks. All nsfw x readers will be written as afab and all requests will be written with she/her pronouns unless requested otherwise.

Knock yourself out, and have fun!

Creepypasta/Marble Hornets

Eyeless Jack

Jeff the Killer

BEN Drowned

Hoodie/Brian

Masky/Tim

Ticci Toby

Laughing Jack

Clockwork

Honestly any character, if I don't list it here let me know and I'll do my research and if I enjoy the character I'll definitely write for them!

Slashers/Dead by Daylight

Ghostface

Frank Morrison

Pyramid Head

[yandereaffections]

Definitely didnt expect it in the slightest so dont mind as he starts choking on whatever snack he was having before he walked into the room to see that treat

Never once in his life did he think he needed anything like you enjoying yourself all dressed up in cute things, whether it be mostly a dark color scheme or not. Wouldnt know how to respond straight away yet at the same time he doesnt want to make it seem like he hates it or anything, quite the contrary really, so he ends up stuttering out a storm trying to figure out the compliment that may or may not succeed in leaving his mouth

Baby you should invite Jack to pick out your clothes next time cause he totally wants to see you in other outfits like this, maybe a classic look of a sun dress and one of those big wavy hats, something that would truly show off your body in a way he could admire 

No shit Jacks the type to take you out on a date dressed up in a dress too, watching you enjoy yourself sway the bottom of the dress back and forth, if someone has a problem with it theyll have this intimidating man to argue with, some punches might be thrown just as well.

If you wanna keep these outfits of yours under wraps inside for his eyes only jack wouldnt mind, hed probably be the one to help center any headbands or hair pieces, along with tightening your corset if you want to wear one. 

Jack finds it amazing how you can completely change your look within a few pieces of fabric, looking like his lazy boyfriend during one part of the day and completely switching to a cute dressed up baby the rest of the night, he couldnt admire you more

[kmsmithoverwatchedition]

Also Ana can at 60yrs old carry Jack on her back over a long distance (Baster story) and that man is like 200lbs of angry old fuck so in her haydey Ana Amari could pick up Reinhardt and even if it was only for five seconds it was the hottest five seconds of his life

Also thank @Average_Amari_Enjoy-er because she the reason for this I just can't sleep

[youre-in-my-sights]

hey um. i know this is a little weird. but i'm gonna send you a description of myself, and could you tell me what soldier 76 would like most about me? i'm a 6'1 guy that's got a dry sense of humor, but really loves helping people. even though i can be hotheaded and stubborn, i also am really understanding to people's problems (i'm in training to be a therapist). i'm generally nice but very straightforward with people. if you did this i'd be really happy <3

Soldier would appreciate your kindness. A spitting image of what people should behave like

He'd find your stubbornness slightly annoying, but he easily oveelooks it since he knows you mean well

Soldier likes how much of a straight-shooter you are. Sometimes he'd wish you would curve the truth a tad to spare the feelings of others, but hey, Tough Love

Soldier's sense of humor isn't as dry as yours, but he can appreciate any kind of joke. Even his really terrible dad jokes

He's also relieved that you'd want to help people in such a non-violent way. Someone like you shouldn't witness the atrocities of a life of a soldier

[imaginingoverwatch]

Self-Indulgent HCs

Their reactions to their s/o admitting they’ve been thinking about marriage.

(idk just seemed cute)

Genji

Blackwatch Genji would be super nervous about the idea.

Why the hell would you want someone like him? Poor self conscious boy

Since finding inner peace, he’s not as shocked by the idea you might think about having a lifetime with him

He’s still a bit shocked, mostly because he didn’t expect you to consider the relationship so seriously

Not that he minds, he just didn’t quite expect it

He says he still wants to ask you properly, but says it’ll be a surprise when he’s going to ask

He does’t make you wait too long before asking.

He was really excited himself, so he couldn’t hold back much longer.

Junkrat

Wait... Wait... Wait!!!

Did you actually say that?

He’d clean his ears out and ask you to repeat

The cutest damn blush you’ve ever seen

He gets really excited omg

He starts rambling on ideas for a big wedding

You have to quietly remind him that he shouldn’t be using explosives at the wedding

F R O W N Y BOY :(

You do let him know fireworks are okay

:D

The two of you sit up all night talking over ideas

Reaper

Pre-fall Gabe didn’t think much about marriage tbh

Not that he was against it... just... he was comfortable where you two were in your relationship

Once you admit to him that it’s been on your mind, he’s p much like ‘huh, sure, okay’

Oh boy, he’s going to tease you soooo bad.

Finds it really cute that you’re so excited about it

Lets you choose mostly everything, but does put in his own input when asked (esp if its between two different things)

It wouldn’t quite be grandiose like weddings are usually portrayed, small with close friends and family but still elegant

Promised you a bigger one when things settle out a bit

If you wanted to, ofc

Reaper... Definitely doesn’t think he’s good enough to even have you as a s/o let alone a spouse...

He becomes really quiet when you tell him, only giving a small ‘hm’ in response

He has to spend time thinking it over

On the one hand; he doesn’t want to let you go and appreciates you wanting to spend the rest of your life with him...

but on the other hand, his life is seriously messy... You could get hurt at any point...

Eventually decides that he’d rather you be as close to him as possible and has a small very private wedding

S:76

Pre-fall Jack would be ecstatic hearing you say that

He gets a little too excited, starting huge plans

You have to pull him back to Earth by reminding him it shouldn’t be too big

He is the Strike Commander after all.

Would invite all his close friends and try to invite most of Overwatch

Jack, no... Who’s gonna be there to help if an attack happens???

Settles down and does what he can within the limits

Teary-eyed through the entire damn ceremony

He’s just so happy, keeps you to himself for during the reception

Whether it’s holding your hand, waist, shoulders, or dancing with you

Doesn’t let you out of his sight

After the fall, a lot of things changed for him.

He tried to keep you at a distance, but it was hard.

He got hit hard with the love stick.

He would be a bit shocked when you admitted your feelings

You two agree to pretty much elope instead of any traditional marriage

Sombra

Upon first hearing your comment, probably at an awkward time especially if she’s working and you’re just in the same room with her, she bursts out laughing

Your face makes her stop, realizing you’re serious

“Oh, I suppose I wouldn’t mind.”

Pretty much does it for her s/o but honestly doesn’t mind being called your wife

Go big or go home

Threatens to make it the biggest wedding ever

but just does this to secretly make your wedding perfect

and here you thought she was ignoring you

Mercy

is a bit worried about you since you seem so in your own head for sometime

is shocked when you admit it, but can’t stop smiling

has the faintest little blush as you two talk it over.

You both agree to have a regular wedding, whatever that means for you.

All your friends and family are there

She asks for help from her friends, y’know just-in-case

Makes sure you’re safe no matter what

A big ole softy during the wedding

She doesn’t show it, but you can tell she’s just wants to hug you and let out some happy tears

You both shove cake in the other’s face after the wedding

(It wasn’t planned, just kinda happened)

-Mod Kitty

Icon by bewear

[thetimeisnoon]

Reaper and 76 missing their s/o?

REAPER

Help him, please. He looks at every Talon agent expecting you to be in their spot, and he feels more and more down with every glance. Just as he was starting to get a bit more affectionate and comfortable with you, you had to go on a mission for about two weeks minimum.

Reaper started to think the worse as the two weeks extended to a month. He wouldn’t be surprised if the worse has happened, but he really hopes it hasn’t. You made him feel human, you made him feel alive. He didn’t want to loose that feeling. He wasn’t with you just because you make him feel alive now, but out of his whole life.

Finally after a month and a half you finally returned from your mission. The relief that left Reaper was extraordinary. If he could cry when he saw you all okay he would cry a river. But all he did was hug you like your life was on the line, he made the most of this moment by trying to ingrain the way you fitted into his arms.

SOLDIER 76

You were on his mind the whole time he was on the mission. It’s lasted for a few weeks now and he was desperately missing you. Ana noticed him looking at the photo of the both of you, she could feel the longing radiating from him. She soothed him that they’ll be home soon and he could be with you again.

His leg was bouncing at a rapid speed showing no sign of slowing down. Fingers twitching, yearning to be held by your hand. He knew he would miss you, but not to this extent. It annoyed him heavily, but at the same time he loved the feeling. He loved the fact that he has a reason to go home.

Jack didn’t bother saying ‘Hello’ to anyone as he made a beeline straight towards you. He picked you up and speed walked you to your room. He just wanted to go to bed, cuddle you, kiss you, talk to you. Be with you.

[imagined-tales]

Sorry for not posting for so long!! I'm working on a few things, including my totally fucked up sleeping schedule. Btw I decided to go with prefall Gabe and Jack for this one

Claiming that both men were surprised upon finding out that they were courting the same omega would be quite the underestimation; To think that these two friends, closer to one another than to anyone else, did not realize such an obvious thing... Gabriel laughed after the shock wore off. Jack was awkwardly scratching the back of his head. The latter would have almost told his friend to go for you without Jack interfering, but something inside of him refused to back down. The bond between the two men was stronger than to break at something like that. And so, the competition started.

They both courted in their own ways - Gabriel a bit more offensive and flirty than Jack, who preferred a more subtle approach. Both tried to gain your attention whenever you walked by in hopes of making you smile for them. They asked you out on dates, saw to your wellbeing and protection before, during and after missions. If you refuse their advances they'll step it down a notch, respecting your decision. Should you walk in on them training they will try to outdo the other, seeing who can lift more, impress you and go up and talk to you.

When alone, Gabriel will offer to help you with your training; let it be in the shooting range, the gym or maybe even some theoretical stuff. He struggles with the last one though. One should notice that the Blackwatch Commander likes to leave a bit of his scent on you. Nothing too obvious of course. He just enjoys his scent on you, mixed with yours. Don't be afraid to nag him if he gets carried away with that though - he'll quickly apologize and try to smirk it off with a bad pick up line.

As said before, Jack is more subtle than Gabe. He offers you help and valuable advice whenever you seem to need it, but he does tend to get a bit too overprotective. You might have to remind him that you can very well take care of yourself. Unlike Gabe, Jack isn't very smooth when it comes to flirting and such, though the things he says are genuine and filled with affection. More than often he nags Reyes for leaving a tiny bit of his scent on you; he'd love to do the same but alas, this man values chivalry and would never dare impose on you like that.

[genjilovebot-blog]

Hewwo. TwT I'm sick atm. Nothing too bad, but I have a possible ear infection and allergies have gone ajsjsbsjs, so uh I was wondering if I could have some HC for McCree, prefall Jack and Gabe who has a sick s/o? Pretty please? Thank you! ~ ❤

(Feel better soon love 💖)McCree- he’ll treat you like a prince/princess - he’ll make sure you’re properly dressed so you won’t get sick- sweet forehead kisses- he’ll make you food- McCree would want to cuddle but you’d deny so he won’t get sick- “c'mon honeybun, only for a bit” - you’ll give in - he’ll make sure you’re well rested

Soilder 76 (Jack)- instead of a boyfriend he’ll seem like a dad telling you what to do- “you can’t do that, you’ll get more sick”- he’ll massage your shoulders and back to help you relax - he will keep you in bed and let you come rest on the couch every once in a while- he will urge you to sleep but will let you watch your shows and movies- “you’re a handful… but I love you”

Reaper (Gabriel)- he’ll rest with you, he doesn’t want you to feel alone- he’ll play with your hair and give you scalp massages - Gabe will make you teas to boost your immune system - the two of you will take long naps together-with his help you’ll be better in no time- he wont crowd you too much however, he still works and would hate to get sick

[ladynightshade30]

Jack and Mary, The Creeper

I decided to turn the snapshot, The Creeper, into its own one shot. This is largely because I wanted to write a one shot that took placed after it dealing with some shenanigans Jack and Mary get into on their way back to the base/dorms and figured it would be better to just combine them. I also haven’t decided if Vincent is going to show up in anything other then flashbacks yet. All I have decided is that Jack and Vincent are amicable exes and Vincent is now dating/married to a guy named Patrick. So Vincent may show up with Patrick.  Or Jack, Mary, and Vincent will be in a poly relationship. 

[barbecued-boy]

Days at the Beach

Soldier 76 x Reader

Summary: Overwatch plans a trip to the beach but while there, Jack’s future s/o feels self-concious and Jack comforts them.

Warnings: Body negativity (everyone is beautiful and don’t let others tell you otherwise

Notes: Hey so I haven’t written in about 2 years so this might be a little (a lotta) rough. But thank you for reading and let me know if you see anything I need to improve on!!

Joining Overwatch meant little free time. Everyone knew that. No more sitting around 24/7, no more sleeping in every day, no more pure laziness. Vacation? That seemed out of the question. There was no way that missions would be put on hold for some silly fun time, right? Well, you were wrong. Winston made the announcement during breakfast. “Listen up, everyone! You all have been working very hard lately and you deserve some time off. There’s a beach about 45 minutes away from here. It’s quiet, it’s pretty, and most of all, it’s safe. We’ve got two beach houses rented and plenty of rooms to occupy so everyone get ready to have some fun!”

Talking, laughter and cheers occupied the silence after the announcement. D.Va complained about not having her games with her and Tracer blinked up to Winston, begging for Emily to come with. Seated beside you, Jack grunted in response to the news. You smiled at him, “Don’t you like the beach 76?” 

His eyebrows came together, eyes hidden by the glowing red visor, “It’s okay, I suppose.”

The two of you had a unique relationship, seeking each other for comfort at nights, sitting next to each other whenever you could, taking him out to go shopping (he secretly loved it don’t let him lie.) A level of trust was shared, he was even comfortable talk about his past life, allowing me to call him Jack in private and seeing him without the visor. Saying you had a slight crush on him was a huge understatement.

The trip was planned a month in advance, giving everyone plenty of time to clear their schedules and get as many missions done as possible. Three days before, you were in your room packing. Your eyes drifted to the underwear drawer housing the few swimsuits you had. Bad thoughts started to crossed you mind. There’s so many skinny girls in Overwatch. All of them are equally as beautiful, why would anyone look at me in a swimsuit?

Getting up from your previous position you make your way over to said drawer, opening it and finding you favorite swimsuit. I can’t think this way, I won’t let these thoughts ruin this trip. I’ve worked so hard training my body to the way it is now. You shove the suit in your bag and set the bag near the door, trying to think positive thoughts about the whole trip. 

When the day to leave finally arrived, Jack met you as you came out of your room. “Ready to go?” You nod and went to grab your bag, only to be beaten to it. “I’ve got it, lets head to the car.”

A slight blush made it’s way onto your face at the gentlemanly action, “Thank you, Jack.”

Three cars were being used to transport you all to the beach houses. Your car consisted of McCree, D.Va, Tracer, and Emily (whom Winston finally gave in and let Tracer bring.) Jack was in the car in front of you, put in charge of driving with the moody Asian boys and Winston. Looking towards Tracer, she held a slight smirk on her face, “So, (y/n), did you buy a special swimsuit for 76 to see you in?” 

Your face starts to heat up and you roll your eyes, “We aren’t together Lena.”

She laughs and turns toward the front, “Not yet, love, but you just wait.” Oh this is going to be a long ride.

Finally after being drilled with questions from the group, you arrived and piled out of the cars, grabbing your things and finding rooms to sleep in. Jack had packed away your bag in his car and was currently carrying it up to the house. You ran to catch up with him, walking together down the long hall full of rooms. “Where should I put your things?”

You looked around and gestured to an empty room with 2 beds and a connected bath, “How about there?” He shrugged and walked in, setting your bag on one bed and his on the other. Yet again a blush found it’s way onto your cheeks, “Are you gonna sleep in here with me?”

“Why not?” He went to close the door but was interrupted by Tracer, “Hey loves, lets head down to the beach! My feet are itching to be in the water!”

Jack hummed in response, “Let us get ready then, we’ll meet you all down there.” With that he went to his bag, digging around for his swimming trunks. “You heard her, let’s get dressed.”

You start to do the same, finding your suit and standing up, “I’ll go change in the bathroom and you can change in here, give me a call when you’re done.”

Making your way over to the bathroom, you proceed to shut the door and put on the suit. Looking in the mirror, the bad thoughts start to come back. See that part of your body, they’ll all laugh. It looks too tight and makes you look chunky. Your thighs are rubbing together, no one’s gonna want to see that. Most of all Jack will see you in this, he’s not gonna be impressed.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door, “Are you almost done? I can hear Lena practically screaming because she’s so impatient.” 

Your worries practically scream in you head and your eyes start to fill with tears as you take in your image in the mirror once more, “Actually you go ahead without me. I’ll just stay in here and read.”

“Come on, we’re at the beach. If you want to read then you can at least do it in the sun on the sand.” You hear him growl in frustration when you still don’t come out of the bathroom. “That’s it I’m coming in.”

With a quick squeak you grab at the nearest towel, quickly covering up you body from the soldier in front of you. Tears had begun to stream down your face, them not going unnoticed. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Jack comes forward, taking off his visor and setting it on the bathroom counter. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and swim trunks.

You look down and sign, shaking you head, “It’s nothing, Jack. Don’t worry, go have fun with everyone else.” 

He lowers himself to your eye level and presses his forehead against yours, “Tell me what wrong now, sweetheart.” And with that he lifts you up bridal style and takes you over to the bed, towel falling off of you leaving you exposed to the man. Quickly, you bring your hands up to your stomach and other areas you deem imperfect, covering them from his view.

Now it’s his turn to blush, taking in your form as you lay on the bed in front of him as his ears and face turn a bright shade of red. He sighs, “Wow.”

You turn away, fresh tears making their way into your eyes, “I know I don’t look like all of them. I’m not pin skinny or having muscles, I don’t have an amazing ass, my arms are flabby and so it my stomach. Just please leave so I can wallow in my self pity.”

Then he did something you didn’t expect, slowly he got into the bed next to you, placing his hands on your wrists and moving them away from the areas you were trying to hide. Now fully exposed to him in your swimsuit, you blush as you feel his hands replacing where yours were. Sucking in a breath, you shyly look into his eyes and he pressed his forehead to yours again, “Please don’t say those bad things about yourself, I don’t see you that way.”

He begins to lower himself and press slight kisses to the areas you were covering, “I think you’re perfect, every part of you is perfect.” He looks back up at you when he’d done, “Do you want to know why I’m wearing this t-shirt?”

You look up at him in confusion, “Why?”

He tentatively reaches down and removes his shirt, revealing his heavily scarred but muscular torso, “It’s because I thought you wouldn’t like seeing this, seeing all of these. I was afraid you’d reject me after knowing what I looked like under the suit.”

You raise a hand, brushing them over his muscles and feeling the scar tissue brush up against your finger tips. He closed his eyes and sighs, reveling at the feeling of your hand against him. You lean up and do what he did, lightly running your lips over every scar, every mark that coated his chest, “I would never reject you, Jack.”

He leans his forehead against yours and places his forearms on either side on you head to keep him up. His eye flicker down towards your lips, silently asking you permission. You nod and pull him into a slow and passionate kiss. His hands travel down your body again, gently caressing you.

The moment would have lasted forever if it wasn’t interrupted by a laugh near the door. Pulling apart and Jack rolling off of you and moved his hand to cover up his face where his visor should be, you look to see Tracer leaning against the door frame, “See, love? Told you it’d happen.” And just as fast as she came, she left, leaving the two of you in a comfortable silence.

Jack looked over toward you, “You know, we could stay in here if you still want to. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable out there.”

You smile at him, moving your hand to tangle in his hair and pulling him in for another kiss, “On second thought, let’s go have fun at the beach.”

[alexiela73]

Sleepy kiss headcanons for hanzo, reaper and 76?

Hanzo

You head to your bedroom only to realize that Hanzo is taking a nap

Instantly you feel bad for stepping in because its extremely difficult to convince him to take a nap when he’s tired. Usually he’d rather suffer through the day

Slowly you tip toe to your desk, grabbing your computer and charger, needing to work but afraid the sound of your fingers skimming across the keys might wake him

Hell, you were scared just breathing would wake him, and you realized that only when you realized you were holding your breath. 

Then you realize that you forgot your reading glasses on the bedside table beside Hanzo

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, finally you decide you really need them and tip toe over to the side of the bed

Your really hoping that you wouldn’t wake him as you reached for the-

Your wrist was snagged by warm fingers that had shot from the blankets like an arrow.

Freezing, you stared as the mass of blankets moved and hanzo rolled to slowly blink at you, sleep heavy in his eyes

“I-I’m sorry, i just w-wanted my-” you started to stutter, till he jerked on your wrist

Practically falling on his chest, you found your mouth covered by his in a soft but firm kiss, and you heard the sleepy sigh of happiness that left him

Face going pink, you looked enjoyably embarrassed

“Mmm work on your paper in bed, y/n” Hanzo yawned. “You will not disturb me. Your presence bring me more peace then i can describe.”

With a shaky yes, you hesitantly brought your laptop to bed and sat beside him, casting him sideways glances.

 Hanzo snuggled the blankets over himself once more before hugging your waist and leaning his cheek on  your thigh. With a contented sigh, he fell right back asleep

Reaper:

You hadn’t meant to disturb him

Not that it was on purpose anyway. Reaper rarely seemed to sleep, and if he did it was usually in his own bed

And yet, this morning when you woke up, to your shock you felt the heavy weight of his arm around your waist and the hard feeling of him pressed to our back.

Slowly you managed to turn in his arms, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you became painstakingly aware of how close he was.

This was the first time you’d ever seen him asleep

Better yet, this was the first time you’d been given a good opportunity to study him without him glaring back at you

The scars across his face and the paleness of his skin didn’t change your feelings whatsoever. Reaching up, your fingers tenderly brushed across some of the scars. They were so old, you thought, and yet they still looked so recent.

Then again, it was difficult for a dead man to heal, was it not?

Leaning close, studied one of the scars a bit more closely 

Then, to your shock, you were pulled much close and you found your lips in a sleepy but heated kiss. Despite the fact that he had just barely woken up, he still was able to dominate and steal your breath away

When the two of you parted, you found yourself trying to remember to breath, your cheeks heating as his eyes open to glare at you. You swore you saw the barest affection in those eyes

“Would you damn well let me sleep, woman?” he growled, and you almost wanted to laugh. Cranky as ever, it appeared.

“Fine,” you say softly, “But only in turn for one more kiss.”

It was you who stole a kiss this time, though it was gentle and sweet. Then you carefully nestled into his arms, letting him go back to sleep and letting yourself drift in the warm, happy feelings that enveloped you too

Soldier 76:

You sat at his beside, holding his hand through what felt like eons

76 had been wounded in battle and Mercy had immediately rushed him home in fear of everyone possibly losing him a second time. 

You were notified right away, and immediately you joined him in the infirmary, worried to see he was unconscious in the bed.

It had only been hours since he’d been rushed back, two bullet wounds in his stomach

You knew that he would say he’d been through worse when he woke up, but you didn’t care. You were worried now. Any moment he could be gone and it broke your heart to think of

Letting out a long breath, after a moment you look up and it looks like one of the IVS is twisted a bit. Standing, you lean over Jack and start untwisting the tube

Suddenly, you feel his chest suck in a deep breath

Standing back, he lets out a cough before you see him slowly open his eyes, looking exhausted

“What…” he mutters.

Relief poured through you as you hugged him immediately, ignoring his hiss of pain. “My god Jack, i was so scared for you!” you gasped.

“I’ve been through worse,” he croaked, managing a throaty chuckle.

Starting to straighten up, you were prepared to lecture. “God, would you give that a r-” you found your words were cut off by the feeling of his lips pressed lazily to yours. It was so shocking, you kind of forgot what you were going to say in the first place.

Yawning, Jack looked at you tiredly. “Not really up for a lecture, pumpkin. So why don’t you just hop into the bed and we can take a nap,” he says with a grunt, managing to move over.

Blinking, you frown. “But Jack-”

“Get in the bed,” he growls, and after a frosty glare you climb in, only to have him spoon against your back.

“You’re going to get it later,” you mutter under your breath, though a smile touches your lips as he cradles you close.

A sleepy chuckle escapes him.

“I would expect nothing less.”

[imaginedoverwatch-blog]

What would be some nicknames McCree, Jack, Gabe and Genji give their s/o? And vice versa

//I had so much fun with this and under a read-more cause, it’s kinda long. 

Jesse McCree;;

To S/O;;

Let’s face it, Jesse probably sticks to normal and kinda plain nicknames.

Huckleberry

Sweetie

Pumpkin

Sweetpea

Angel

Darling

Love

From S/O;;

Pumpkin

DAMN FINE

Sweetheart

McScree

Jessazz

Jack Morrison/Soldier 76;;

To S/O;;

Jack would probably be a bit more creative but would only have one or two nicknames for his S/O.

Sweetheart

Star

Love

A nickname based on your name

From S/O;;

Jackie

Sir. Works-a-lot

Mr. Grumpy

Cutie-pie

Gabriel Reyes;;

To S/O;;

Mostly nicknames in Spanish honestly. A few English

El cariño (Sweetie)

Florecer (Flower)

A nickname based on his S/O favourite flower.

Princesa (He can be cheesy sometimes)

Cupcake

From S/O;;

Gabe

GabeREEE

Mr Dark-and-Broody

Mr Cuddles

Genji Shimada;;

To S/O;;

Like Gabriel, most of his nicknames would be in his native language: Japanese. He would probably only say English nicknames if it was urgent and he was being super serious, slip of the tongue? He would probably be the most creative ever for nicknames.

Rōzu (Rose)

Nickname based on S/O favourite flower

Tenshi (Angel)

Mottomo akarui hoshi (Brightest Star)

From S/O;;

Gen

Gen-Gen

Bright Star

Rirī (Lily - meaning Beauty)

Yarō (Yarrow - meaning Everlasting love)

(My) Horī (Holly - Meaning hope)

[shortstoutandswedish]

I like to imagine that during the Omnic crisis Jack, Ana, Gabriel, Torbjorn, his wife, and Reinhardt would sit down and drink tea together as a way to relax while a young Bridgitte and Fareeha played together. Just the six of them chatting like good friends while their children indulged in the wonderful ignorance and bliss that is being young and un-aware of what’s going on in the wider world.

It gives those three souls, who have seen combat, war, death, a few precious moments to feel normal. To feel like a family.