#we got the doctor with short hair & a leather jacket with his young blonde companion

[rystiel]

a sketch i’ll never actually finish

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Lube (Reaper76 Grease AU)

Title: Lube is the Word Chapter: 1/9 Description: Gabriel Reyes and Jack Morrison spent the summer together and fall in love. But the season passes quickly, and both men find themselves longing for each other when summer ends and they both have to go back to high school. But when Jack turns up at Gibraltar County High School, Gabriel finds himself torn between looking good in front of his friends and showing his true feelings for his summer lover. A Grease AU for Overwatch! Pairing: Gabriel Reyes/Jack Morrison. Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada. Ana Amari/Reinhardt Wilhelm. Word Count: 2,496 Rating: Mature

Among students and teachers, the Pink Ladies and T-Birds were arguably the most well-known groups in Gibraltar County High School, and neither were particularly fond of outsiders. It was no surprise that Jack Morrison’s arrival caused quite the stir. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed and innocent to the ways of the high school world, he lost himself among the typical rabble of Gibraltar County.

Sombra, Hanzo, and Jamie were up to their usual bullshit -- teasing each other, sharing music Sombra downloaded illegally online, and getting into general trouble -- when Jack passed them, arm-in-arm with Ana, who sported her Pink Ladies jacket with pride. Jamie wolf-whistled, only to be given a scathing look from the young Egyptian.

“What’s up her skirt?” Jamie grumbled.

Sombra snickered, “Not you, apparently,”

Jamie shoved her against the locker playfully, causing her to ram into Hanzo’s shoulder. The Japanese man only grunted and pushed the purple-haired T-Bird off of him. Sombra winked at him suggestively but received only an eyeroll in return.

“Oi, Hanzy, what’d you do this summer?”

He shrugged, “Worked, mostly.”

Sombra grinned, “Work? I didn’t think you knew the meaning of the word,”

“I am saving up for a car, actually.”

Jamie grinned, “You even know how to drive, mate?”

“What kind of car?” Sombra asked, ignoring the lanky Australian.

“Don’t know yet.” He paused, a smile rising on his face, “But I picked a name.” He pushed his hair from his face and scratched the fuzzy hair on the sides of his head, rolling his shoulders in the leather T-Birds jacket. He looked awfully pleased with himself.

“Well, that the fuck’re you namin’ it, then?” Jamie asked.

Grinning, Hanzo leaned in like speaking the name would cause conspiracy, “Lubed Dragon,”

Sombra and Jamie blanked, a beat of silence reigning over the group before the Aussie’s manic laughter rang loud and proud down the hallway, mixing with Sombra’s raspy giggles. Heads turned. A few freshman scrambled past fearfully.

Hanzo’s face turned red and he crossed his arms over his chest, “I’m sure you won’t be laughing when you see me in a brand new convertible. Or when I make sure you have to walk all the way to school while I enjoy a nice, smooth ride.”

“On McCree’s dick, maybe,” Sombra muttered as she elbowed Jamie in the side, who roared with a new wave of laughter next to her.

“He wishes!”

Hanzo frowned, face flushed. “Whatever…” he said. “What are your classes like this year?” He asked, changing the subject.

That seemed to sober Sombra up as she pulled her schedule from her bag, “I have Dr. Winston again this year.”

The bell rang and students began filtering into their classes. Jamie grinned, “He’s gonna fail ya, sheila,” he said over the din of footsteps and conversations.

“No shit! The fucking man-ape hates my guts.” she cursed.

Behind the disgruntled T-Bird, Dr. Winston himself approached.

“He’s such a prick. Who needs to know chemistry in the real world?”

Interest piqued, Dr. Winston altered his course to the teacher workroom to head towards the group instead. Noticing this, Hanzo’s eyes widened and he waved his hands in an attempt to stop his friend from continuing on her rant about the man with a gesture.

Jamie, however, egged her on. “Yeah? Thought he had the hots for ya, the way he calls ya out in class,”

Sombra snorted, rolling her eyes, “Psh, as if. At least then I would get a good grade. But this year is gonna be different. I’m not taking the doctor’s bull this time around,”

Dr. Winston’s mouth pulled into a frown. Hanzo tried to shush the other two T-Birds to no avail.

“What’cha gonna do about it, sheila?” Jamie grinned, “Take something else from him?” He waggled his eyebrows at the suggestion.

Behind Sombra, Winston’s dark skin flushed, his frown turning into an embarrassed purse of his lips. “And what, might I ask, is going on here?” The man asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sombra’s back went rigid; Jamie stifled a laugh as she turned to face their science teacher. “Oh, Dr. Winston. ¿Qué onda?” She laughed, pulling her leather jacket further around her.

Dr. Winston eyed them one by one, before he let out a sigh. “Shouldn’t you three be in class?”

Shuffling her feet, Sombra averted her eyes, “We were…” she glanced to Hanzo, who raised his eyebrows, unhelpful. “Um…” she gave Jamie a pleading look and received a wink in return.

“Starting the year off tardy… great idea, you three,” he said, putting his hands on his hips. Silence. The T-Birds squirmed under their teacher’s intense gaze. “Well? Are you going to stand there until the final bell rings?”

“No, sir,” they chimed.

“Then get to class!”

“Yes, sir!”

Scowling, Dr. Winston left them, striding into his classroom and out of earshot.

Hanzo whistled, “You sure showed him, Sombra. He was absolutely trembling he was so intimidated,” Hanzo said.

Sombra punched him, “¡Calláte, estúpido dragón!”

Hanzo smirked and ruffled her hair, further agitating the smaller woman and amusing Jamie. “It does not matter.” He straightened his jacket, a confident smile on his face. “After school, I am picking out my car.”

In the school courtyard, settled at one of the lunch tables under the sun, two of the Pink Ladies sat together. Their blush-colored satin jackets shimmered in the sunlight white cursive letters on the back telling the rest of the high school exactly who they were and what they stood for.

Jesse sat on the tabletop, legs crossed, leaning back to catch the rays of sun. Lena sat on the bench of the picnic table, picking at her food and looking sour as the substance on her plate jiggled with a poke of her fork.

Sighing, Jesse stretched his legs out and tugged his white shorts down so they wouldn’t ride up his thighs any further. “God, do I wish it was still summer,” he said, Southern accent thick on his tongue. “Feels like I’ve been here decades already and we ain’t even done with the day yet,”

Lena looked up from the goop on her lunch tray, wild brown hair sticking up every which way. “Pretty boring, yeah?”

The man hummed in agreement and scratched at the scruff of his beard. He let the companionable silence drag for a moment before breaking it. “Say, who you got for econ this year? That dwarf lookin’ guy?”

Lena groaned, “Mr. Lindholm. Runs the workshop class, keeps tryin’ to get students to go in the maintenance closet with him.” She rolled her eyes, “Dirty ol’ wanker, that one. Think he’s a bit of a pervert,”

Jesse turned, eyebrows raised, “Oh yeah? He ain’t never tried nothin’ with me,”

“Well, consider yourself lucky, cowboy.” Lena replied. “Besides, I’m sure he knows you could punch ‘im to Texas if you wanted.”

Grinning, Jesse flexed his arms, “Darlin’, with these guns, I doubt anyone’d stand a chance against me,”

The Brit rolled her eyes, “Whatever you say, love,”

Jesse nudged her shoulder playfully, laughing. Neither noticed Ana approach with the new kid at her side, both holding lunch trays and talking quietly to each other. Jack hesitated at the edge of the yard, however, as Ana reached her friends who welcomed her with open arms.

“Howdy, Ana! Haven’t seen ya all day,” Jesse said, “Been with Rein all mornin’?”

“Yeah! Where ya been?” Lena chirped.

Ana waved them off, but Jack couldn’t help but notice the light blush on her pretty, dark skin.

“Actually,” she said, almost sounding like she was scolding them, “I was showing Jack around.”

“The hell is Jack?” Jesse asked.

Ana glanced back at the blonde, who still stood a distance away from the group, and gestured for him to come over. The other two Ladies eyes him, zixing up his ruffled hair, clear skin, and -- admittedly amazing -- fashion sense. Jesse quirked an eyebrow at the little red scarf around the man’s neck and the cropped shirt that showed off the edge of his stomach, strong shoulders, and surprisingly delicate collarbones.

Jack smiled, coming to stand next to the Egyptian woman, and gave a light wave, “That’d be me,” he said. “Hello!” His voice was low, his eyes flicking between Jesse and Lena like they were wolves and he a lowly rabbitt. Ana placed a firm hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“This is Jack Morrison. Jack, these are some of the other Pink Ladies. That’s Jesse McCree.” Jesse nodded in Jack’s direction, staring down his nose at the other man, “And that’s Lena Oxton.” Lena gave a polite smile and a short wave.

“It’s so good to meet you! Ana’s said so much about you.” He extended a hand. No one took it.

Ana cleared her throat and sat down, motioning for Jack to do the same. She winked at Jack when they were settled, if only to comfort him, and then turned her attention to Lena. The Brit had balanced a pair of glasses on her nose and cracked open a book while they got comfortable, her legs crossed under the table.

“New glasses?” Ana asked, taking a bite of the food on her plate and wincing.

Lena smiled and adjusted the specs, “You know it! Use ‘em for school. Make me look real smart, yeah?”

“Nah.” Jesse snickered, “I can still see your face,”

Pouting, Lena picked up her tray, “Well, I see where I’m not wanted. See you later, loves!” She blew kisses to everyone but Jesse, who she flipped off. He winked in return.  Jack stared at his food, biting his bottom lip. He felt out of place here, as if intruding on something outsiders shouldn’t witness. And I am an outsider, aren’t I?

Jesse’s voice broke him from his thoughts. “So… Jack. How ya likin’ Gibraltar High?” The Pink Lady asked, one eyebrow cocked and his mouth slightly pursed.

Jack straightened his posture and smiled, like he hadn’t just been having a pity party in his head not five seconds ago. “Oh, yeah! It’s great here so far. I was supposed to go to that Swiss school, but ah… they thought my clothes were indecent.”

Ana blinked and then took time to appraise the man’s clothing. “And why would they say that?” She asked, a teasing lilt to her voice.

Jack blushed, “A boy nearly hit another student with his car because he was staring at me while he was driving,” he explained.

Laughter met the warm air, summer still clinging to the atmosphere. The sun felt warmer, somehow, on Jack’s freckled face, the air clearer. Maybe it won’t be so bad here.

“Mind if ya tell me where you got those clothes?” Jesse winked.

Jack was about to reply, to offer store names and online shops that he frequented when a young Chinese woman skipped in and promptly seated herself at their table. Jack noticed her lack of a Pink Ladies jacket as soon as she arrived. Not one of them. Kind of like me? The woman sighed, wistful, and leaned her elbows on the table, head in her hands.

“Hello, girls!” She cooed.

Jesse elbowed Ana, smirking, “Look what the cat dragged in,” he mumbled, just enough for Jack to hear, “Mei-Ling Zhou. Little miss know-it-all of GCHS.”

Mei smiled, unaware of Jesse’s pettiness, and pushed up her glasses, “Isn’t the first day of school just so… exciting?”

“Oh yeah, I’m havin’ the time of my life over here,” Jesse scoffed, voice heavy with sarcasm.

Mei ignored him, instead tapping her hands on the tabletop with enthusiasm. “Do you guys know what happened this morning? Oh, you’ll never guess!”

“Uh-huh, I’m sure we won’t,” Jesse said, examining his painted fingernails and frowning when he found a chip in the nail polish.

The small woman grinned, unaffected by Jesse’s sour attitude. “The school told me I was nominated for vice president! Me! Oh, isn’t it just so wonderful?” She got a dreamy look in her eyes. Jack held back a smile at her eagerness.

Jesse placed the hand he had just examined over his heart, nail polish forgotten as he feigned amazement. “Well, ain’t that just a kick in the head!”

Mei shot him a haughty glare, “Well, I’m excited,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. She saw the glimmer of blonde hair in her periphery which distracted her from the Pink Lady, and turned to Jack as if seeing him for the first time. She adjusted the thick-framed glasses on her nose, “Oh, hello. Are you a new Pink Lady? I’ve been trying to get in forever!”

“Psh, yeah right.” Jesse butted in.

Jack scratched the back of his neck, face flushed at Jesse’s comment. “Oh, ah. No. I’m new here.” He held out his hand for her to shake, “I’m Jack, it’s good to meet you.”

“Great to meet you too, Jack! And welcome to Gibraltar County High School!”

Meanwhile, across from the Ladies at a different picnic table, the T-Birds flocked together. Hanzo winked at Jesse, who -- aside from blushing -- ignored him. With a roll of his eyes and a less than innocent smirk, Hanzo sat on the tabletop next to Jamie and Sombra. Sombra rolled her eyes at Hanzo’s flirting, texting furiously and ignoring Jamie -- who was throwing tiny balls of paper at her phone to see how long it would take for her to finally snap.

And then Gabriel sauntered towards their table, a lazy smile on his face. He wore the typical leather T-Bird jacket and had an undercut similar to Hanzo’s, but with more curls and less hair-gel. “Well hello there, boys and girls,” he greeted.

Sombra perked up, shoving her phone in her pocket and flinching when one of Jamie’s paper balls hit her cheekbone. She flung it back at him with a harsh glare before smiling at Gabriel in greeting.

Hanzo waved at him, a teasing smile on his face. “Look who finally decided to show up,” he said, “We have not seen you all day,”

“Yeah, mate! What’s the hold up?” Jamie chimed in.

Gabriel sat down, unhurried, and dropped his lunch tray on the table with all the careless ease of someone who was much too confident in themselves. “What can I say?” He shrugged, the corners of his mouth curving up in a smirk, “Got a lot on my plate,”

Eyes glinting wickedly, Sombra leaned close to Gabriel, “Yeah? Finally find yourself a woman, Reyes?”

“Maybe,” he replied. “I did have a wild summer.”

At the other table, the Pink Ladies gave their attention to Jack. Ana ignored her lunch in favor of listening, intent on the young blonde’s blushing face.

“So?” Jesse prompted, “What did you do this summer, golden boy?”

Jack’s face reddened further, freckles more apparent with the soft red coloring of his cheeks. “Well I… I met a boy.”

Gabriel crossed his arms over his broad chest at the T-Birds’ table, “Met a guy, actually,”

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