#prefall!jack morrison

[thatonehiddenbladeingibraltar]

Hcs for young!genji, prefall!gabriel reyes, prefall!jack morrison, and mercy watching their S/O playing their favourite video game please?

If you can guess which games I’m referring to, kudos to you (and send me your guesses too if you want)

Young!Genji Shimada:

It takes him awhile to understand what’s going on since you’re giving him a brief summary of the game as you’re  fighting off a hundred foot tall opponent

“Why are they fighting that thing when they have teleportation powers and a powerful car?” “Because they can Genji.”

Eventually you’ll let him take over after giving him a quick tutorial on the game’s mechanics and he actually manages to escape from the battle nearly unscathed

Genji does laugh at some of the in-game dialogue that takes place as he’s fighting a lower level enemy

But he does wince at some of the food options and complains about a few of them too

“Who eats Cup Noodles when you can have authentic ramen?”

Genji does become quite invested in the game’s lore, so be prepared to hear some theories that you may have already heard about

You actually have to pry the controller away from Genji so he doesn’t end up wasting half of your money on food and take back control of the game

Although you can tell that he did enjoy messing around with the characters a bit, you weren’t sure if you would let him near it anytime soon

At least until you got back all of the money and resources that Genji had spent on that one grocery trip and the one battle between a mid-level enemy

Jack Morrison:

He doesn’t understand how a person in a hooded robe can go unnoticed as they’re scaling the walls of bustling cities

“Who can survive a two thousand foot drop using outdated skydiving techniques?”

Despite trying to outlogic the game, Jack does enjoy watching you play whenever the two of you had time

You do let him run around when your frustration levels begin to rise or if you wanted to take a break after a tough story mission

Every time you miscalculate a jump, die because of an enemy or accidentally fall to the ground, the two of you wince as the camera zooms in on the now dead character

Jack does get immensely confused with the in-game universe and its lore

“How have they managed to retrieve memories through biological methods when we haven’t done that yet?”

He does make a mental note to ask Mercy about it sometime soon

The two of you do laugh at some of the glitches that occur randomly, especially when you’re trying to escape the current area

Eventually these gaming sessions turn into date nights for you and Jack where he two of you could relax and forget about your problems

Gabriel Reyes:

Absolutely loves the premise of the game when you tell him about it

Growing up, he loved reading about pirates and their countless adventures, so to see a game about people talking and looking for lost pirate treasure was a dream come true

Gabe kinda beats himself up a bit about not knowing that this game existed until now

He pesters you to let him try after watching for ten minutes until you finally hand over the controller to teach him how to play the game

Much to your surprise, Gabe manages to pick off most of the enemies surrounding the area with ease before he blows up one of an ambush truck with an RPG, effectively passing through the battle without dying

Then again he was the commander of Blackwatch, a covert ops unit, so it wasn’t that surprising that he would’ve picked up on their patterns quickly

He will definitely run around and collect all of the treasure pieces lying around

If you were in control of the game, he would make up pick up all of the collectibles in the area before allowing the story to proceed

Definitely bobs his head along to the music as the character wanders around the map

The two of you definitely laugh at all of the cutscenes and in-game dialogue

Gabe does praise the game for its storytelling when you’re finished playing for the day

But you can count on him to have some witty remark about the characters too

Date nights now consist of the two of you messing around in multiplayer mode the moment you tell Gabe about it

If you don’t have an extra controller or if it’s broken, expect a new one to arrive in the next two days, courtesy of one Gabriel Reyes

Angela Ziegler/Mercy:

Much like Gabe, Angela does love the premise of the game she’s watching you play

However, she looks at the game from a medical perspective

“Mein Gött, how are they still alive without an active medic?”

Mercy does take a liking to the main characters, especially the orphaned girl as they run a post-apocalyptic wasteland

However, she is intrigued with several major plot points as the game progresses

Although Angela doesn’t have any interest in playing the game herself, it is relaxing to watch you play it

Does laugh at certain gameplay moments, especially when the girl dashes across the screen while you’re hiding

Loves to lean her head on your shoulder as you move forward with the game

A few tears do slip out when you reach the end  and you laugh as you hug her

Then again, you’d be lying if you hadn’t cried a little bit at the end as well

If there was a sequel for the game, Angela would immediately order it and pay extra just to have it shipped in one or two days

That was just how much she loved it

@elise-the-assassin @templarboyband @videogamesanddragons @sylvennia @freedomaboveallelse

[nol-overwatch]

You'd think that the very first year McCree's recruited to Blackwatch also became the very year Morrison banned April Fool's pranks, until Ana disolved that rule by sneaking a whopee cushion on the Strike Commander's seat during a very important UN meeting.

[ladynightshade30]

Updates

Getting some writing done on my Gabe and Ivy story currently titled Peace nad Love which takes place after the Ominic Crisis while they are celebrating the end of the peace talks. It is currently the third story in their series. The first, Owls and Ivy, is going to deal with their meeting and the building of their relationship during the SEP program and through the Ominic Crisis. The second will take place during the Ominic Crisis.  I am also trying to watch Bumblebee while doing this, iTunes is making it a pain. If it doesn't work after a couple more tries I might try something on Netflix.

Also I am going to have to go back and rewrite Snapshots in Our Life, might retitle it Snapshots in our Lives, so that they include more of Vincent since he, Jack and Mary are going to be in a Poly relationship. Right now the plan is to have Jack and Vincent start out in a relationship and then later on in a later story Jack brings Mary in with them working out how their three way relationship is going to work and how Jack will divide his time between them and Overwatch. 

[hereforarchivesake]

Sick without you

#11 “I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that”

Prefall! Soldier 76 x Reader (Female)

Her lungs felt like they were trying to escape the coughing echoing through the hallways. The usual residents had vacated the area not because of the Plague that had infected her but for the annual celebration within Overwatch headquarters. She wanted to attend, her excitement for the event had been ever-rising over the last few weeks. Jack would be back in time for it, meaning she could finally see him again. But luck had never been on (Y/N)s side and this time illness was her form of karma. It started a few days ago. She had just gotten off the phone with Morrison, his talk about the celebration flooding her mind as she wondered what was planned for this year.

Her mind wanders back to the year before. It took place a few days after their first date. The butterflies still flying around in her stomach. She walked down the hallway the music already ringing in her ears as she hummed along. The tune of the old, as she liked to call it. It played during important celebrations and meetings, had done so for as long as she could remember. And as Jack would later inform her, it was from before the Omnic crisis.

She made her way to the hall, ready to have a great night.

The doors were still open, balloons and banners in different blue and orange colours hanging around the place. People crowding around the buffet, forming groups while discussing what's been going on. Everything was full of life and seemed to reflect what she knew of Overwatch. Her eyes shot around the place, looking for the blonde hair of her dreams. She spots him near the stage, his face covered in worry. She makes her way towards him, her body pushing through the other agents. When she was near him, she stopped for a moment wondering if he even wanted to see her, especially now. Sure, they were friends, comrades in arms even before all this, but if she went to him now it would cross a line she wasn't sure she wanted to cross yet. Before she could truly pull through with that thought, he had spotted her. Their eyes meeting, seemingly casting a spell on her beckoning her to him. He smiled at her, his face seemingly losing the worry for a moment. She returned his smile, her hands interlocking with his. The anxiousness previously seen in his eyes replaced with adoration.

“You'll do great, Jack” She whispers, her voice barely audible over the crowd’s indistinct chatter. He smiles at her comment, his mind is put at ease for a bit. He pulls her closer, chin resting on her head as he breathes in her scent. The world around the two seemingly melted away, his nerves fleeing his body. Neither spoke a word, as the noise became silent their heartbeats falling into one. He takes a few deep breaths before Ana Amari takes the stage, her words pulling them to back into reality. The whole room went silent, as words of thanks and appreciation filling people's hearts with glee. Not much was spoken in reality, but that isn't what they want from the Captain. They were waiting for their Commander to speak.

“It is now my pleasure, as it has been for years, to welcome Commander Jack Morrison to say some words.”

She felt his body move away from her, the warmth leaving her as he walked up the stairs and onto the stage. She watched him, the way he clenched his hands in nervousness, the slight trip in his walk as the anxiety threw off his balance. The deep breath he took before he started talking. His words blur in her mind as she watches him, the way his lips move.

She feels the energy in the room change, the pride of each agent as he speaks of all the successes, the sadness over the losses in the hope for a better year. It filled her being as well, Jack always had this energy about him. It was what drew her in, what made her say yes when he asked her out. It was what made Jack Morrison commander, in more ways than one.

(Y/N)s trip down memory lane was interrupted by another coughing fit. Her throat dry, lungs burning in her chest. The sensation matching the heat that was emanating from her forehead. Her fingers trying to reach for the phone. The object just out of reach from her curled up position in the middle of the bed. She rolls to her side, her bones protesting at the movement.

Her fragile fingers dialled Ana's number, knowing Jack would have forgotten his phone. You'd think the commander would be organised enough to remember something that simple.

“(Y/N)? Where are you?” Ana’s voice filled the room.

“Jack...”  a coughing fit interrupted her pleas.

“Oh dear...I’m so sorry but I can’t get Jack on the phone.” Ana sighs. She wishes she could help her friend but as luck may have it she was stuck. “Just...Try and make yourself some soup and I will get Jack to come to you straight after his speech, alright?”

“Thank you, Ana.” (Y/N) responds weakly. She knew this was all Ana could do. If she were to tell Jack now about her predicament he would come to her rescue, no matter the consequences. It would ruin everything.

She bids her friend goodbye, as the line goes dead. Her weakness befalling her again.

She knew Ana was right. She needed something to eat, her stomach growled at the thought, seemingly curling in on her.

Her muscles creak as she twists her way out of bed. Her feet barely touching the floor as the back still rests on a mattress.  

Her fragile fingers pushing her body up, causing her figure to hunch over, somewhat imitating the image of a sad child. Slowly she ascends from the bed, deciding to stay wrapped in her blanket. She makes her way towards the kitchen, her cape dragging along on the floor. As she crossed the threshold her body falls limp against the wall for a moment. She takes a few deep breaths, followed by a mild cough before she moves forward again. Slowly, she pulled a pot from the cupboard, setting it on the stove. She leans against the counter, her head feeling fuzzy while the room started spinning.

“Sit down. I have to sit down.” She tells herself and she slides down the wall. Her body falling asleep on the floor, a deep slumber befalling her.

Meanwhile, Jack was finishing up his speech in the hall, his mind was cloudy with worry as he wondered where (Y/N) might be. He hadn't heard from her all day, well more Ana hadn’t heard from her yet. As he walked off stage he looked at his old friend. Her face clouded with worry, hard to hide.

“What is it?” He asks. His mind expecting the worst, in a way.

“(Y/N) called not too long ago. She’s sick...I’ll explain if anyone asks. Just get her something nice and help her.”

“Thank you, Ana.”

He smiles at his friend, while his mind wanders to his lover, wondering if she's ok. On his way through the crowd, he thought of ways to help her, beginning and ending with the idea of soup. Sadly, the great Commander lacks skill in one aspect of life... Cooking. That task often fell on his lover, for Jack handles things like setting the table or cracking open jars. Nothing special in that regard. But now, he felt like that responsibility fell on him. He wanted to do something nice for her, but first, he had to figure out how. He walks through the crowd, his mind filled with ways he could get this done but none seemed adequate.

He was so lost in thought that his surroundings became background noise. So much so that he ran face first into his friend.

“Hallo! Jack, are you alright?”

“Reinhardt. Yes… Actually, can you maybe help me with something?”

“Of course! What do you need?”

“Do you know how to make soup?” The usually overconfident commander shyly asked.

“Ah is your Liebchen ill?” Jack nods. “Natürlich kann ich helfen. Just mix melt some butter with a cup of flour. Then add water with the brühe and vegetables and let it sit.”

“Thank you, my friend.” “You’re welcome.”

After wishing their farewells the two go separate ways, Reinhardt going deeper into the hall whereas Jack leaves it. Sadly luck is not on his side, for as he exits the hall, he's greeted by one of Reyes’ new recruits, McCree.

“Howdy, Commander. Where’re you off to in such a hurry? The party has just started.”

He can smell the alcohol in his breath. The younger agents always did this during the celebration, who was he to judge...especially now.

“McCree. Let me go past.” He grumbles as McCree laughs. The man in question stumbles, as his drunken balance causes him to fall to the commander, who lets out a grunt under the sudden added weight.

“Going to see your sweetheart?” McCree’s laughing continues, the noise buzzing in his head.

“Yes. Will you let me past now?” McCree falls away from the Commander.

“Take a shot of whiskey with the Missy with me. Might help you get your stick out of your ass.” He laughs, continuing on his merry way.

Jack decides to ignore that last comment and instead makes his way towards his flat. He was going to take care of her for once... Hopefully without giving her food poisoning. His boots echoed through the hallway. His pace fast, arms swinging slightly at his sides - seemingly contradicting his pace. After few moments, and a flight of stairs, he stands in front of what could be classified as their shared flat. He still hasn't asked her to move in... He had planned to for months now but it never seems to be the right moment. Shaking those thoughts from his mind, he pushes in his passcode. The door slides open as the lights flicker on. He enters the nearly dead silent room. He hears her small snores rhythmically breaking the silence. Deciding against calling out for his lover, he enters the flat. Calmly, he removes his jacket and shoes, respectively putting them away at the door. He walks through the front area, around the island and into the kitchen area. He's quick to spot her on the floor, quickly falling to his knees to check on her.

“(Y/N)? Sweetie? Wake up.” He calls to her, his hands lightly tapping her face.

“Jack?” She mumbles, her eyes opening a bit. “You’re home...Can we go to bed?” He smiles at her question, lifting her up into his arms, carrying her into their bed.

“Sleep Sweetie. I’ll wake you when food is ready.” She grumbles in response. Her body curling under the blanket, as sleep, befalls her again. Jack leaves the room, lingering at the door frame, looking back at his lover with concern. He sighs, walking into the kitchen. He leans against the counter, looking over the room. Mind wandering to his task, his hopes slowly falling as he realizes he cannot remember what to do.

Pushing himself off the counter, he walks to the front area reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out his communicator. His first instinct is to call Reinhardt and ask him about it again, but embarrassment gets the better of him. Instead, he attempts at finding a recipe online. He grabs the ingredients out of the cupboard. Constantly looking back at his device in an almost obsessive manner. His hands move slowly, as he reaches for pots and knives, melting butter and flour, frying the chicken and mixing the water and stock with the vegetables. Almost an hour later, and with kitchen messier than a bar after a fight. He grabs a spoon, seemingly the last few clean utensils in the area, tasting the mixture. A look of surprise crosses his face. It tasted good, a little salty but he knew that she wouldn’t complain. He reaches for a bowl and an extra spoon, filling it with the seemingly delicious mixture.

Cautiously he returns to the bedroom, his lover having barely moved from her original spot on the bed. Jack sets the soup onto the table next to their bed, before waking her up.

“Sweetheart” he murmurs, his hand pushing her hair out of her face. She grumbles for a moment before her eyes open. Her vision is unfocused for a moment, falling onto Jacks. “Hey, let me help you.” He pulls her up into a sitting position, reaching for the pillow she had previously occupied to put behind her. She leans towards the back, breathing in the scent of the soup.

“Smells good.” She exclaims, her speech slow and low. She hears him grab the plate and place it on her lap. “Thank you, Jack.”

“The great and mighty (Y/N) admitting that someone helped her. Never thought I’d see the day.” Jack mocks in a light-hearted manner. (Y/N) catches on to that, laughing slightly – trying to avoid a coughing fit.

“I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that” her voice gaining back some of its strength, as she starts to eat the soup. Eating it up in record time. “A lucky girl indeed. Maybe you should start cooking dinner.”

“Let’s not go that far, sweetheart.” He laughs, taking the empty bowl and placing it back on the side table. Moving his hand to stroke her face, her eyes fluttering slightly in response.

“Ready to sleep some more?” He questions. She nods, scooting further into the bed, leaving an open space. Jack chuckles, taking off his pants and shirt joining her. “I better not get sick because of you.” He mumbles into her hair, adding a light kiss. She mumbles something under her breath in response but passes out before Jack can ask what she said. Following her example, Jack lets sleep befall him, the world around them melting away, leaving nothing but them and the bed.

[rissa-annnn]

Overwatch is in the future so I seriously can't see Dva doing the whole "Hewwo" meme, it would be too old

I CAN see Reinhardt Gabe and Jack doing it... And Ana using "then perish"

[bubble--squid-blog]

I was sent poses so I used a few and it was pretty fun

Poses and characters aren’t mine

@mh-presents

[soldierkiara]

Maybe a mini scenario of new recruit meeting pre fall Gabe and Jack and accidentally saying how attractive they are.

Gabriel Reyes

Jack had told him about you. He had told Gabe to be nice to you. You were a bit shy, but you were already starting to make friends with the Blackwatch boys, Genji and Jesse. Jack had also explained your prowess with a bow, which immediately caught his interest. He stopped in front of the meeting room as he heard you and the others talking.

“Don’t worry, darlin’. He’s not that much of an asshole.” The cowboy drawled, not know his commander was just outside the door. 

“Thank you, McCree.” He said as he pushed open the door.

He stopped, his eyes locking with yours. “Oh.” He breathed, blinking slightly.

“H-Hello Commander Reyes,” You squeaked slightly as you stood. “It’s nice to meet you.” You laughed a little nervously as you shook his hand. 

“Nice to meet you too, recruit.” 

“Wow, you’re really attractive.” You blurted. “W-Wait! I meant you have a firm grip!” You covered your face as the other two burst into laughter. You could feel your cheeks heating up from embarrassment as you sat back down. You were thankful that Gabe didn’t really respond to your outburst.

He briefed you on Blackwatch, and then the members themselves. He welcomed you to the team, smiling at you a little. “And, for the record, you’re quite attractive yourself.” 

Jack Morrison

You were intimidated by him.

Not just because he emanated strength and control, but because he was so fucking attractive. 

You had just been introduced to most of the team when you layed eyes on him. His blonde hair glistened in the sun, his blue eyes sparkling like chips of ice. 

Angela had nudged you, whispering to you that you were staring. 

Jack stopped in front of you, staring down at you. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Jack. I’ll be your commander.” He turned you so you were facing the rest of the team. he introduced them one by one. “These people are your new family. Protect them and they’ll protect you. Got it?” 

“Yes sir.” You squeaked. 

“Good. Angela, show them to their room.” He said, turning and walking off.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Angela asked as she walked with you, following behind Jack. 

“He’s really attractive.” You said, louder than you had intended. Jack turned his head a little, glancing over his shoulder at you. You squeaked once again and covered your face, turning bright red. 

Angela laughed and rubbed your back.��“Is he, now?” She teased lightly. 

You hadn’t realized Jack had stopped until you bumped into him. “I-I-I’m so sorry, commander.” You gasped a little, your face turning even more red. 

“You’re not too bad yourself, recruit.” He winked, leaving you slack-jawed and staring at his retreating form.

[alexiela73]

So uh.. What about pre-fall Jack being jealous of McCree because they love the same girl? (Idk, something like they fight for her attention/love) Your blog is awesome btw ♡

Thank you! And thanks for your patience

Jack Morrison sat heavily at the table that morning, circles under his eyes as he slowly reached out to pour a cup of hot coffee into a mug. It had been a bit of a rough sleep last night, as he thought about the fact that this other member he had a thing for had gone out last night for karaoke with Jesse McCree from Blackwatch. The thought of the two together made his stomach turn over and his chest feel heavy.

It wasn’t as if no one else had gone. Tracer, Mei and Mercy had gone as well, Jesse mostly just inviting himself to a girls night out. Except it still bothered Jack, and though you had invited him too, Jack had too much paperwork and no time to put them off. 

He couldn’t help wondering if you had had fun with Jesse. Of course you would have, he thought with a sigh, but he hoped that McCree hadn’t been able to ask you out.

Speaking off, in walked Jesse McCree in his suit of black, a cowboy hat on his head and this terrible belt with the letters BAMF on it. There was a cigar in his mouth and a light in his eyes that made Jack wary.

“Get that out of your mouth,” said Ana, sitting at the table beside her daughter, eyes narrowed on Jesse. “I’ve told you the rules about smoking in the building, have I not?” Ana demanded.

An easy smile crossed Jesse’s lips as he took off his hat. “That you have, ma’am. Sorry, slipped my mind this morning,” Jesse said, and his eyes met Jack‘s as he snubbed out the cigar between two metal fingers.

The door opened and into the dining room walked you, looking as beautiful as ever. Your arm was looped through Lena’s and the two of you were giggling madly, and Jack couldn’t help noticing how beautiful you were once more with that smile….

“G’mornin’, darlin’,” Jesse said, catching your attention before Jack could make a move. “How’d you sleep? I know I had fun last night.” When he said that last part, he looked at Jack and Jack was certain he his heart fell in his chest.

Beaming, you moved around the table. “I had so much fun! My throat hut so badly. I don’t think I’ve ever sung so much in my life,” you giggled. “Thank you for walking me home.”

A satisfied smile slipped onto his face. “No problem, darlin’. No problem at all,” he said, and gestured to the empty seat he had waiting for you.

You started to move toward it, but caught sight of Jack, staring down at his food grumipily. “Oh, Jack,” you cried, plopping into the seat next to him. “You look so tired! Are you okay?” you asked worriedly.

Jesse blinked and frowned slightly, noticing the way you rested your hand on Jack’s arm.

Surprised by your concern, Jack leaned back and rubbed a hand through his hair. “I’m okay,” he said, voice a hoarse. “Just tired.” Honestly, he felt ready to fall over but that wasn’t something he was ready to admit.

“You need some sleep, Jack! And-oh!-” you gasped when you felt his forehead. It was so warm. “You have a fever. Poor Jack, you’ll have to stay in bed today,” you said worriedly, concerned for his health. Jack worked so hard all the time, you knew, but never had lots of time for himself. He was working himself to death, you thought sadly.

Then you perked up, knowing one thing that would help him.

“I’ll take care of you today. It’s my day off anyway. I’ll make you soup and we can watch movies in bed together, and you can take a nap,” you said happily, hugging his arm. “Eat up, big boy, you need some TLC.”

Jack couldn’t believe your suggestion. You wanted to take care of him? That was so…nice. Jesse didn’t seem to think so though.

“Now you‘re spoilin’ him, darlin’. Jack is a big boy, and I don’t think he needs a nurse,” Jesse said lightly, not liking the idea of you spending the day alone with Jack…in his room….laying in his bed and watching movies together.

With a scowl at the cowboy, you gave him a look. “Jack is human too, Jesse. He needs some care and company. C’mon, Jack, finish up,” you encouraged, rubbing his arm.

Jack, as must as he knew he could handle it through the day, wasn’t going to turn down an offer like this. Not if it meant he could spend some alone time with you.

“That would be nice,” Jack said gently, not putting any effort into his voice and he finished up his cereal, managing to push himself to his feet. “Thank you, y/n, for your help.”

Smiling cutely, you hugged his arm as the two of you left the room. “No worries, sweetheart.”

Jesse was not pleased at all.

[taloann]

Not the best i’ve done but i thought the colouring was really nice??

[thatonehiddenbladeingibraltar]

Blackwatch!McCree, Prefall!Jack and Sombra reacting to their S/O dying in battle?

Images are not mine.

Blackwatch!McCree:

Anger. Pure, unadulterated anger towards the Omnic that shot you, towards himself for his inability to protect you

When it dulls down enough for other emotions to take its place however, McCree’s carrying your battered body away from the battlefield as quick as he could, tears threatening to fall from his eyes

He does hear you trying to say something but shushes you as he sets you down behind a wall

Even though he knows that you’re beyond redemption, Jesse does try to stop your bleeding and you hold onto his forearm with the last bit of strength you had

You manage to lean up enough to reach his ear and whisper your last words before you slump against McCree’s arms, finally passing to a happier place

McCree doesn’t let go of your body, even when medics arrive to tend to the wounded and take the dead away

The only time he was separated from you was when he was taken to be debriefed from the mission, but even then, your final words continued to haunt him

“Stay strong for me. Please.” And that is exactly what he does

Prefall!Jack Morrison:

He knew something horrible was going to happen when he let you be sent along with a small recon team to scout a suspected Talon base and he wished that he hadn’t given into your argument, despite Ana and Gabriel providing reasons to send you on the mission

Everything had been going smoothly until you and your teammates were ambushed by Talon guards that no one had known were in the area

Despite Jack scrambling to get personnel to your location as soon as he could, there were only two people who made it out alive in spite of receiving life threatening injuries and you weren’t either one of them

For the first time in his time as Strike Commander, he didn’t hold back his sorrow and cried when Angela showed him your corpse

Ana and Gabe have to personally help him out of the room as Angela places you back into your designated locker

He does go to your funeral, if only to see you one last time before you were buried into the ground forever

After Overwatch falls and Jack became the infamous Soldier: 76, he does visit your grave every so often and tries to uphold your memory as best as he could

Sombra:

If she didn’t harbor any hatred towards Talon, she definitely was now

Sombra knew your team were about to walk into a trap even before they were cornered by Helix agents began appearing  on her monitors as you were rounding a corner in the maze-like building that was housing an item that Talon had been coveting for awhile

Even though a few stray bullets managed to take out the cameras Sombra could still had access to all of your team’s comms and everything she was hearing indicated that the operation was going to fall apart quickly

Despite her multiple warnings, the Talon superior that was involved in the operation had kept on telling her the same answer: “Be patient and everything will fall in place.”

For all of Sombra’s patience and attempts to remain calm, she was still typing away furiously to try and find another visual source

When she did however, the first thing she saw was you slumped against a wall with blood along with the mangled corpses of Helix and Talon personnel alike

It took every fibre of Sombra’s being to not scream out in sheer animosity and hatred the moment the superior called in and grudgingly admit that she was right

“You guess I was right, or you know that I was right, hijo de un arma?”

Sombra only has to find where they put you in their designated morgue to pay her final respects

She whispers a few words and speaks about some of the fond memories that the two of you shared during your time together before she slides the gurney back in

Although she does move on eventually, Sombra doesn’t allow herself to forget her true motivation for joining Talon, except now she had a new goal in mind: Bring Talon and the Conspiracy down or die trying

@videogamesanddragons @elise-the-assassin @sylvennia

[overwatch-imagines-hub]

Can we have first kisses with pre fall Gabe and Jack please?

Gabe

Honestly a nervous mess but tries to act cool about it

He’s failing though because his nervousness is making it really hard to actually kiss properly

The first time ya’ll bonked foreheads

The second time your noses got smooshed together

Luckily for him, you’re an amazing sport (or just wanna kiss him bad enough, who knows?) and are willing to work on the act until it goes down correctly

Eventually it does

Once the initial lip-touching part has actually happened, he’s back to the same charming, albeit a bit embarrassed, Gabriel Reyes

The kiss is sweet and soft and warm

Then you get a billion more kisses after it, along with with Gabe trying to act like the beforehand screw ups never happened

He is still a Cool Guy

Jack

Actually prepared for it

It’s probably a spontaneous thing that he just randomly decides to do after walking you home after a date

A confident boy

Just kinda holds your hand after saying goodnight to create that romance movie-esque lingering moment

Also a cliche boy but it’s fine; he just loves romance movies

When you allow that kinda awkward but romantic little moment to happen, he leans in and gives you a sweet, lingering kiss

He should have gone into romance acting tbh because he’s amazing at the thing

Might give you another kiss after, then kisses your forehead and tells you that he’ll call tomorrow (which he always does)

Then he makes sure you get inside again fine, after saying goodnight again, then heads back home

Dorky grin appears on his face after he leaves your doorstep

Is actually a Cool Guy

[ladynightshade30]

In which I once again jump into the strange dark world of nice guys, creepers, and neckbeards to write a short shot for Jack/Mary. I cant wait to get better at writing these guys.

[nitewrighter]

Could you write some prefall gency stuff pls?

The people have spoken!!!

It’s wild, I have a bunch of fics about Retribution and Storm Rising, but not really anything for Uprising. I should fix that.

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All of Zurich was buzzing with tension. People were rushing past Genji in the halls, talking very quickly on their comms or tapping away at their tablets, completely absorbed. Genji rolled his organic shoulder, the sting of Tracer’s training grade pulsefire still prickling, but it was a good ache. God, had he been benched for that long? Did he heal faster with Blackwatch? He shuddered at the physical memory of Moira’s biotics, frankly relieved that Blackwatch’s suspension had more or less sent her to the darkest and most distant watchpoint labs to focus on her work. He couldn’t imagine she was working on anything good, but at least there was less mocking, needling, and long, unsettlingly dissecting stares to deal with. And instead what they were dealing with was… what may be the onset of another Omnic Crisis. Would it be another Omnic Crisis or would they just… add it to the pile that was the situation on the Siberian front? Either way he was stuck here, the Shimada clan had dropped to a lower priority for Overwatch, and there was nothing he could do about it.

He had heard about the new mission though. McCree had been sending in Blackwatch a trickle of information for several days, better than their satellite imaging could pick up of London, and the direness of the situation had finally forced Reyes to show his hand to Morrison and Amari. Genji guessed Reyes’ and McCree’s little ‘vacation’ scheme would keep Blackwatch benched for at least a few more months, probably launch more inquiries from the UN as Jack’s means of damage control if McCree’s presence ever became public. Doubtful, given the chaos on the ground, but then again, a cowboy in London stood out. 

He made his way through Zurich Headquarters, the black hood of his Blackwatch hoodie up over his hair, midway between trying to avoid the crowds and trying to glean what he could about the mission parameters. A part of him wanted to go to Jack, to volunteer for the mission, but he knew if Jack was already aware of McCree’s presence in London, he wouldn’t have trust in plopping another one of Reyes’ operatives down there. He hated this. He hated being caught up in the soap opera of Reyes’ and Morrison’s bizarre tango of power, trust, deceit, and willful ignorance. Back when Blackwatch wasn’t suspended he could just focus on mission to mission, able to convince himself that every slash of his sword was getting him closer to vengeance, closer to satisfaction, but now, he was stuck sitting on his hands, forced to watch the debates play out to try and get a hint of what his fate might be. The flow of the crowd brought him to the various labs, workshops, and garages, that surrounded Zurich headquarters’ hangar bay. He paused in the open doorway to a lab at a familiar flash of pale blonde hair under cold white fluorescent lights. surrounded by shifting bodies in white labcoats.  They all stood out starkly against the deep gray of the lab. 

Mercy wasn’t in her usual labcoat, but donning her blue combat medic uniform as she adjusted the white beret on her head. A handful of lab assistants and engineers were pacing around her, running inventory on the supplies in her belt, calibrating her HUD drone, and helping piece on her armor. As two assistants came up to attach her wings to her back, a flinching instinct of politeness nearly forced Genji to look away, but curiosity kept his eyes fixed on her. She was fully covered as they put the wings on her, and he had of course, seen her without the wings plenty of times throughout the time he had known her. The wings locked into their respective sockets on the uniform with a ski boot-like ‘kluchunk-pop’ sound, and Mercy’s shoulders visibly drew up and back with an almost flinching motion and her breath drew in sharply. Somehow the action of it made Genji feel like he was seeing something he shouldn’t be seeing. Something intimate, and almost sacred—she’d probably scoff at that, the same way she scoffed at those posters of her. But there was something transformative in the way she carried herself once the wings went on and the little yellow glow indicating the valkyrie suit’s self-healing systems were in effect.

“Systems check,” said an assistant, tapping at their tablet.

Mercy rolled her shoulders and her wings flickered to life, blue knife-like feathers of light beaming out from them. The wings folded and unfolded, tilted and angled this way and that.

“Marginal covert hydraulics and scapular stabilizers fully operational,” Mercy’s eyes were downcast and her voice was clipped. Another assistant walked up to her briskly and presented her with her staff. She took it, flicked on the staff and it hummed to life, a yellow sphere of light rippling at its end. “Biotic systems fully operational. Tether test?”

The assistant who had previously been tweaking her wings quickly ran across the lab.

“Testing tether!” They called from roughly 25 feet away. They were holding up one of the biofeedback indicator beacons that were sometimes put on the training bots for Mercy to practice with. Mercy quickly pivoted on her heel and fired off a yellow beam from the staff and a ribbon of gold light gently oscillated between Mercy and the lab assistant.

“Obviously we don’t have time for a full flight test...” said Mercy.

“Given the nature of this mission…” said the assistant with the tablet, and Mercy sighed.

“Torbjorn should have enough gear for in-field calibrations and repairs,” she said firmly, “Thank you, I should be getting down to the hangar--”

She glanced at the door and their eyes met and Genji’s shoulders stiffened where he stood.

“Genji,” a smile lit up her face as she walked to the door.

“Doctor Ziegler,” he managed to say. His eyes scanned across the assistants and engineers behind her, some of their eyes fixed on him--some with an uncomfortable technical curiosity towards his prosthetics, some with the general contempt a large body of Overwatch agents now held toward Blackwatch with the fallout of the Venice incident still affecting their work and their relationships. But Mercy gave them no mind as she briskly walked toward him. “Is there something you need?”

“Me?” Genji blinked a few times, “Oh--no, I was... just passing through.” He motioned to her uniform, “Besides, I’m guessing your schedule’s full for today.”

She did a little scoffing chuckle. “Yes, I suppose you’re right but...if you’re not busy, I wouldn’t mind some company heading down to the hangar.” 

Genji’s eyes flicked back to the scientists behind her and they all quickly seemed to become very involved in their tablets or clearing up the lab rather than make eye contact with him. “I would like that,” he said, glancing back at Mercy.

She smiled and hefted up her staff, walking out into the hall. He trailed alongside her hesitantly. There was a stark difference between them--her, clean and prim in her blue and white uniform, and him, a ragged mix of man and machine wrapped up in a well-worn black hoodie. He pulled the hood back from his head and nervously ran his fingers through his hair as they walked together.

“So you’re really going to London, then?” said Genji.

“Unless local law-enforcement can break through in the next couple hours, but that doesn’t seem likely,” said Mercy.

“And… you’re okay with overstepping the UN?”

Mercy huffed, “Do you really care about that?”

“I know you do,” said Genji.

Mercy glanced off. “I actually told Jack I think the Prime Minister’s an idiot for forbidding us from intervening.”

Genji blinked with some impressed surprise and Mercy snorted at his expression.

“Well he is!” she huffed, “Of course I understand his hesitance given our current public relations, but we have resources—and if we’re not using them to help people... well that’s only building more resentment and letting many people die uselessly due to the mistakes and egos of a few!” Her eyes fluttered at him momentarily as she caught her own words, but she set her jaw with a sharp breath through her nostrils with resolve, “We just...we need a chance to fix things... to prove we can still do what we set out to do at the outset of the Omnic Crisis. Peace and progress. That’s the goal.”

Genji stared at her for a few seconds as she seemed distracted with readjusting her beret and wristguards while they walked. It threw him off sometimes, remembering how resolved she was in her moral views, in her determination.  It honestly sometimes baffled him how she could see ‘Mercy’ as such a distinct personality from her own... or did she just get more like this when she donned the wings? Was this a mask? His fingers mindlessly brushed at his own faceplate before he realized how long the silence had hung in the air. She didn’t seem to notice the lull in his response, and to be fair, so many other Overwatch employees were rushing past them that he couldn’t blame her for letting her mind pivot back to the mission. As they both pulled to the side to let a handful of operatives and communications officers pass by in the narrow hallway, he managed to regain his footing in the conversation. “It’s true, at this point, it’s the most practical choice, but I know you’ve had issues with Overwatch charging in before...”

Mercy smiled wearily. “Thank you,” she said, tucking her hair back as they both stepped into an elevator, a bit of nice reprieve from the hurried halls, “But.. I’m fine. I suppose the way I’m dealing with it now is, well, I want to be able to say I did all I could. I think this is a dangerous slope, but if it means saving lives…” she trailed off slightly.

“I know,” said Genji. 

“And--with luck, we might be able to slip right past their defenses!” said Mercy, “Or the Prime Minister’s forces can beat them back... or...”

“I think we can safely say you’re going into a literal warzone,” said Genji, folding his arms.

“It’s not really about going in and shooting,” said Mercy, checking the way the skirt of her uniform hung as she shifted her legs, “It will be a two-part mission: first shutting down the Null-sector anti-aircraft guns, then cutting them off from the power plant.”

“…which involves going in and shooting.”

“Well… yes.”

 The elevator dinged and they both stepped out.

Why am I talking like this? he wondered, briefly, I should be letting her focus--just because I’m frustrated at Blackwatch being benched doesn’t mean I should muddy things up for her…not at a time like this.

“I’m sure it will be fine,” Mercy said, almost as if tuning in on his thoughts as they walked down a , “Missions with Reinhardt always turn out to be...” she sighed, “adventures, but he’s never let me down. And if there’s anyone who can out-engineer Null Sector, it’s Torbjörn.”

“Are you sure that’s enough?” said Genji, “Between Torbjorn and Reinhardt, that’s not a lot of mobility…”

“Well, that’s where Tracer comes in,” said Mercy.

It was times like this where Genji was glad his faceplate covered a lot of his own expression. “Oxton?” The name flinched out of him, “But—she’s only—she hasn’t—”

“This will be her first mission, yes,” said Mercy, “But she’s from King’s Row herself! She’ll know the terrain.” Mercy smiled a little, “And with all she’s learned from you, I’m sure she’ll be more than capable.” Her brow crinkled a little, “Unless—Well, you’ve actually been on the training floor with her, is there anything I should know?”

Genji looked off, fixing his eyes on the tiles of the floor passing beneatht heir feet, dozens of half-formed thoughts pinballing between angry, resigned, bitter, confused, and the very rare sensible boiling up in him. Overstepping the UN and the explicit demands of a Prime Minister—with an agent with no field experience—What was Jack thinking? But even louder than the practical illogic of it was his own jealousy and envy.

They’re sending in a newbie and I’m stuck here because Reyes shot some idiot in the face, the thoughts burned in his mind, And of course McCree’s there because he’s Reyes’ favorite and I’m just a freak. I should be the one going. I can scale the buildings. I can flank past their defenses and cut through them like silk. And they’re sending her in, what, because she has a glowing clock jammed in her chest? So I’m not good enough? Not special enough? You haul my bloodied corpse in here, give me this repulsive body, and then just leave me to collect dust?! Having the fucking Shimada dragon isn’t good enough for these people?!

“Genji?” Mercy’s voice snapped him out of the spiral of furious thoughts, “Are you all right?”

“Oh—I—“ Genji straightened up slightly, quickly looking back at her. The concern in her eyes melted the fury in his head and chest into a nauseous guilt in his stomach. She doesn’t need this, he thought, Put her first. Put the mission first. “Sorry… everyone rushing around like this… when you’ve been stuck in Zurich long enough, you—um—you get more sensitive to it.” Not a lie, but not the reason.

Mercy tilted her head slightly. Her lips parted, but he couldn’t stand the idea of her taking her precious pre-mission time just to soothe his own stupid ego. 

“Tracer is fine,” Genji’s voice was short, stiff, before she could speak, “To—to answer your question, I mean. Her fighting capabilities are… sufficient.”

Mercy’s lips closed again for a few seconds of thought, and the light in her eyes shifted. He could tell she wanted to say more, draw more out of him, help him--Angela Ziegler, always saving the world--but London awaited, and the team needed her more. “A bit more than sufficient, if there’s anything I learned from watching your sparring matches,” said Mercy pivoting the conversation to a more playful tone, “Most of our other agents can’t last more than a few seconds against you.”

“To be fair, the reason she lasts longer than a few seconds is literal time travel,” said Genji, giving Mercy a wry side-eye. He put his hands on his hips with a bit of faux machismo, “And I was going easy on her.”

“Oh, of course,” said Mercy, with a sly smile.

They had both come to a stop in front of the doors to the hangar. Genji saw Mercy’s jaw visibly tighten. She straightened her shoulders, took a deep breath, quickly brushed a hand down the front of her uniform smoothing it, and tucked some of her hair back behind her ear. She gave a glance to Genji.

“Well... I should... probably meet up with the rest of the team,” she said looking at Genji. He could see the shift in her, that first little flare of ‘this is happening,’ adrenaline that makes time slow down. 

“Right,” said Genji. He brought a hand up towards her but he wasn’t 100% sure why he did it. Maybe to put a reassuring hand on her shoulder? That didn’t seem right. A memory flashed of their embrace back when LaCroix had died, when she had cried into his cybernetic shoulder--one of the few times his prosthetics had felt close to human. He wasn’t about to pull her into a hug now, so he quickly lowered his hand at an awkward handshake level. 

“Um… Come back safe, Doctor Ziegler,” said Genji.

Rather than shake his hand, Mercy reached forward and clasped his forearm. The action was startling, but not unwelcome. It almost made him feel like he was heading into battle with her, but maybe he had his own battles here. 

“Hm,” she gave a tight-lipped smile and nod as she squeezed his arm. There was that flicker in her eyes again, the one that wanted more time, the one that didn’t want to leave things as they were but knew she had to. He squeezed back, not sure if she could feel it through her wrist guards, staring into her eyes before they both released and her hand slipped through his as they broke away.

 The steel doors to the hangar slid open and he saw Torbjörn and Reinhardt, both donning Overwatch blue, lifting their heads, Reinhardt waving as Mercy stepped out into the hangar, her wings bobbing behind her, the light catching in her hair before the steel doors closed and obscured her from view. He walked away from the door and for some reason the buzz and bustle of headquarters seemed more quiet, muted around him as he made his way through the halls, up to the roof of Zurich headquarters. The cold wind forced him to bring his hood back up, but he heard the whir of engines and turned to see a white aircraft hovering up into the sky. He hadn’t even gotten a good look at the ship in the hangar, but he knew that was it. He knew that’s where she was. And the team. The real heroes, not Blackwatch.

Maybe it isn’t that I’m stuck here, Genji thought, pocketing his hands in his hoodie as he watched the dropship zoom into the distance, west, chasing the sun, racing towards London, Maybe it’s that she’s going where I can’t follow.

[toastedx]

Jack Contemplates 

[kidzbopmallcop]

Gabriel: *over the coms* We're pinned down, we'll need to activate our secret pan.

Jack: Do you mean plan?

Gabriel: I know what I said.

Genji: You do not need to tell me twice!

[overwatchshotz]

Reactions to S/O fighting

Headcanons of the reactions to Reaper, 76, Mccree and Mercy to their S/O getting into a brawl (gender neutral)

Reaper/ Gabriel Reyes

•When he heard a loud crash down the hallway and Sombra yelling "OH SH*T!" he wasnt really interested.

•Until Sombra said "F*** THEM UP Y/N!"

•Not he was interested as he shadow teleported (or shadow stepped w.e) next to Sombra.

• His S/O was known as the quiet one, the one who never got into trouble. They worked and went on their way (and made kissy faces with him in a empty hallway whenever they got the chance)

•To see his S/O on top of someone else, beating the snot of them.

•He was turned on, he wasn't going to lie.

•The brutality was so out of their character, that he had to stop them before his pants were going to get tight real quick.

•He went over and scooped his S/O up.

•They must still be in their moment because they almost turned around and fought him.

•But as soon as they saw it was him, they calmed down.

•He took them away to a side hallway to check for any damage.

•A few scratches and blood, not theirs, but the person they beat up.

• "What happened?" He asked.

• "They said that I was weak and needed you to protect me...showed them..." they huffed.

•He started chuckling...then it turned to laugh.

•"Keep laughing, I'll fight you too." They pouted.

• He moved his mask and kissed them, he found them to be cute trying to act tough.

Jack Morrison/ S76 (prefall)

• Strike Commander Morrison was walking the training yard when he heard several people yelling and screaming.

•He rushed over to source and moved past a couple of recruits.

•in the middle of the crowd was Y/N and another recruit rolling around throwing punches.

•He sighed, he remembered when that used to be him and Gabe.

• "Alright knock it off!" He ordered.

•They weren't listening and his S/O kicked the other person so hard in the face, their nose broke and started bleeding everywhere.

•Jack had to rush in and grab his S/O because they were still throwing punches, he almost got hit which made him mad.

•"Y/N ENOUGH!" He roared as he managed to pick them up and rush them off as the medical team was called in to check the other person.

• In his office, his S/O was sitting in a chair and he was going back and forth lecturing them about image and teamwork and not to battle to the death. But they weren't listening.

•Jack slammed his hand on his desk making then jump alittle.

• "Got your attention now? Tell me why I found you trying to recreate Fight club on my grounds!" He demanded answers.

•They stood silent and that pissed him off.

• "I EXPECT AN ANSWER!"

•"THEY SAID I WAS SLEEPING MY WAY UP RANK!" They shouted.

• Jack sighed. Leaning against his desk. "So you decided to try to make them sleep with the fishes?" Bad time for a bad joke.

•His S/O looked to the side "I'm sorry, they just kept going on and on and on, and I snapped."

• Jack understood, he always did, it comes with the territory of being romantically involved with him.

• "You will be on desk duty for a week, and you have to help Gabe organize the Blackwatch archives." Jack had to punish them and knowing Gabe, he would just have them hang out with him and probably asked for details about who one the fight, and desk duty was very light lately so not much of a punishment.

•They knew this and got up from the chair and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

• "You know you almost punched me." Jack said.

• "That would have been kinky..." they winked wrapping their arms around his neck kissing his lips.

• "I think I'll be the more dominating one sweet heart..." He purred in the kiss.

•"Let's find out..." they said.

Jesse Mccree

•he was there, when it started.

• this person call them a name.

•his S/O punched this person in the face.

•It all happened so fast but in slow motion at the same time.

• "Darlin come on now, it ain't worth i-OH!" Jesse yelled when his S/O slammed the other person down.

• "Hon, OH SH*T!" he had to move out the way as His S/O threw this person at his direction.

•The Commander was not going to like this.

• "That's my (insert gender here)!" He heard Reyes cheer.

•Jesse was so confused, the Commander was supposed to stop this, not cheer it on.

• "Come on (insert pet name of choice) you made your point!" Jesse didnt want his favorite face to get messed up.

•Jesse scooped them up as they were ontop punching and slamming this person's head. And taking them away. The commander was disappointed, it's been a long time since he's seen a good fight.

•"Let go of me!" Y/N shouted trying to get away.

•"No! You need to settle down now!" Jesse said holding on tight.

•When he got to a conference room he closed the door with his foot and and sat his S/O on the table, still struggling to keep them still.

•Then he thought of the only way to calm them down. Kiss the daylights out of them.

•Which he did. And soon his S/O sighed and kissed him back.

• "Feeling better?" He asked after a few kisses.

• "No..." they grumbled.

•He chuckled as he kissed them more.

•Kisses make everything better.

Mercy/ Angela Ziegler

•She was walking down the hall with her files, in a cheerful mood.

•That is until her S/O tackled someone through a door infront of her.

•She was in complete shock as she's never seen her beloved act in such a way.

•"What is going on here!?" She yelled out, making her S/O look at her but then get punched in the face making Angela gasp.

•But they looked at the person and gripped the person by the hair and slammed their head against the wall hard making the person go unconscious.

•Angela was in complete horror "ARE YOU COMPLETELY OUT OF YOUR MIND!?" She yelled at her S/O and ran over to check on the unconscious person.

•"They attacked me first!" They said. "I DONT CARE YOU COULD HAVE MADE THEM GET A SEIZURE!" Angela said. "OH SO YOU DONT CARE IF THIS WAS IN COMPLETE SELF DEFENSE!" They shouted and stormed off.

• Later Angela knocked on Y/N's door. "Come in." They said.

•She walked in to see Moria patching them up. Angela bit her lip, she didn't like Moria, and she was touching Angela's favorite person.

• "Thank you..." Y/N said. "Call me if you feel any worse." Moria smiled getting up and going on her way, leaving Angela with a bad taste in her mouth.

• "Let's hear it." Y/N said not looking at her.

•"You had her check you?" Angela couldn't hide the jealousy in his voice.

•"Yes, you were busy checking on my supposed victim..." Y/N said still not looking at her.

• "I shouldn't have said I didnt care. I am sorry." Angela said going over and sitting next to them.

• "I was just in shock and disbelief you were capable of something like that." She said leaning her head on their shoulder.

• "They wouldnt have let me join Overwatch if I couldnt do some damage..." they said.

• "That is true, Jack showed me the surveillance video, you were right...it was self defense." Angela said.

• "There was no need to prove I was right..."

• "You are right...again, I should have taken your word...can you forgive me?" She asked.

•They smirked and said "I dont know, Moria did treat me very well." Knowing it was going to get Angela mad.

•"Excuse me!?" She lightly slapped their arm making them laugh.

•" I'm just kidding love, oh dont be like that, I'm injured!" They were rejected for a kiss as Angela huffed and turned away.

• "Fine I'll asked Moria to kiss me better." They said getting up, Angela grabbed the back of their shirt and brought them back to sitting down, "I think not!" She said before kissing their lips. They chuckled as they kissed back.