jack was cute

anonymous asked:

Can I have a desperate love fic with soldier 76? Where's he's not together with his s/o yet but they just got out of a tough situation and he really just wants to be hugged and kissed and confess that he loves them So nothing can get between them again?? I love your stuff!!

I can certainly try, and thank you very much

Another man fell behind him as the flurry of bullets continued on both sides of the field. Kneeling behind a barricade, Jack has already counted four casualties out of fifteen. We need to work fast if the remaining soldiers were to remain alive, he thought.

You stood behind a wall that almost didn’t hide you, as most of the wall was collapsed. Gun at the ready, Jack could see you taking a deep breath, tucking your hair that had fallen from your cap back over your shoulder before quickly leaning out to take aim and fire. When more shots sounded, you were quick behind your small cover once more.

Staring at you, Jack could easily remember why he had fallen for you. Not only were you great with guns, but you were a real spitfire who had a lot of talent. Recklessness and bravery seemed to entwine as one for you, and Jack begrudgingly could admit he admired both. Especially since it usually won you your battles.

Despite this, you were a woman of passion and had a kind heart to match your fiery soul. A soul that burned with more drive then Jack had ever seen in anyone. Oh yes, Jack knew why he had fallen desperately in love with you.

And he knew right now that he’d be damned if you or the rest of the team died.

Eyes meeting yours, you saw him press the button on his visor and cock his weapon. Immediately you yelled for him. “Commander, you can’t or you’ll-” you were cut off by another round of shots your way.

Still down behind his cover, Jack shook his head at you. “I have to. There’s too many of them, and I can’t allow anyone else to die. I can’t let you die,” Jack yelled, voice just barely heard over the roar of the fight around them. 

Glaring furiously at him, you felt the tears prick your eyes. “You stupid man! What about me? What about what I want?” you yelled back at him. 

The barest smile touched his lips. “I’m doing this for you, y/n. I’m in love with you. Just in case I die, I just want you to know that,” Jack called back, before standing up as the fire from the other side seemed to pause. They must be reloading, Jack thought.

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest as you stared at him, his words running through your mind again and again. “Jack-” You started but you didn’t get to finish.

“I’ve got you in my sights,” Jack hissed, just as a new flurry of fire came his way. A scream ripped from your throat as blood spattered first in is shoulder, and then his knee. 

Still standing, Jack walked toward the opposing forces, his gun blasting off quick shots. Looking out, enemy after enemy fell in quick succession. But that didn’t stop the bullets that the enemy team got off. You covered your mouth, staring at the blood in horror that welled from his leg. His shoulder. His stomach and chest..

How was the man still standing?

Jack didn’t stop until the last man had fallen dead to the ground. For a minute or two, all was quiet as your Commander stood there, gaze on the enemy side, waiting for anyone else to possibly get up and take fire.

At last, he managed to clear his throat and just managed to call ‘Clear’ before slumping to the ground. The pain in his body was agonizing, but within seconds you had scrambled over to him and fallen to your knees.

“Jack!” you said frantically, unsure which wound to put pressure on. “Someone help me, damn it!” you yelled, looking up as your team started toward you quickly.

Looking back down, his visor turned off and you could see his eyes, slowly blinking. “You stay with me, Jack, do you understand me? We still have to talk-We have to talk about what you said! God, don’t you dare die-” you didn’t even realize you were yelling as tears slid down your cheeks.

All you knew was that Jack was dying and you didn’t know how to stop it, or to rewind time and go back to all those moments where the two of you had nearly confessed your love for each other. All those days that you could have admitted your feelings and been with a man who returned your affection…

It didn’t matter right now, though, as Jack started to fade out. The pain was starting to numb, and the voices around him become hazy, inaudible, as if far off. Eyes sliding shut, Jack fell into the dark abyss that awaited him.

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You sat there at his bedside for a full week and a half in the hospital as Jack underwent multiple surgeries to get rid of the bullets and repair any damage within his body. While Mercy was an amazing doctor, a lot of the damage was just too much without going in and making sure it was done right.

So here you’d sat and waited, holding his hand as he lay strapped up to a machine. He’d needed an oxygen tank to keep him breathing. The doctors, including Mercy, hadn’t thought he was going to make it through the first night in the hospital.

But your Jack is a fighter, you’d thought. He won’t let something like stupid medical statistics stop him from getting his job done.

Head on your arm, you opened your eyes when you thought you felt him move a bit. It took a moment, but you felt the barest squeeze of his fingers around yours on the bed. His eyes remained close but you were positive he was trying to wake up.

“Jack?” you said gently, reaching over to brush your fingers across the hard lines of his jaw. A light sprinkle of stubble covered his cheeks and chin, but you didn’t mind as long as he was still breathing..

Eyelashes fluttered, before they slowly opened. For a moment Jack seemed to blink, and you wondered if the lights were too harsh on his eyes. But then his eyes found you.

Lips tugging into a smile, you let out a soft noise that was between a laugh and a sob. “Oh my god, Jack.. I’m so..I’m so happy your alive. I’ve been so worried…,” you whispered, unable to stop the tears but you continued to smile, because god damn it he was alive and awake and it would be okay.

Jack’s fingers squeezed yours gently, before his other hand slowly came up to pull off his oxygen mask. “Your okay,” Jack croaked, his throat dry and unused for days. You looked okay, albeit exhausted.

Nodding, you lifted your entwined hands and pressed soft kisses against his knuckles, causing him to breath in sharply. “I am because of you, Jack, you stupid man,” you whispered, watching him with soft eyes.

After a moment you stood and leaned over, pressing the softest of kisses to his lips, your free hand coming up to stroke his stubbly cheek. It was sweet and tender, and Jack had never felt anything so wonderful in his life, nothing that made his heart pound like it did now.

“I want you to know I love you too, Jack,” you whispered, resting your forehead against his, your hair a soft curtain around both of your faces. “ I love you so much, and I’m telling you this because I don’t think you could get rid of me now even if you wanted to.”

The two of you chuckled slightly, but you were surprised by the tears that filled his eyes. “Oh, Jack, don’t cry…” you whispered, wiping at his tears.

This time it was Jack’s hand that caught yours, and he held the palm of your hand to his lips as his eyes closed. “I thought you wouldn’t love me back,” Jack whispers in a rough, scratchy voice. “I thought you couldn’t love me back, and so I said it knowing that at least if I died, it wouldn’t matter if you didn’t return my affections.”

“But I’m alive. I’m alive and the first thought that came to my head when I woke wasn’t that I was happy to be alive.. it was the fear of knowing you might not return my affections that really…really had me afraid,” Jack whispered, and looked up at you with such honest, open eyes that it broke your heart a thousand times over.

Gently, you hugged Jack and held desperately to him, your head tucked under his chin. “I love you Jack. And I’ll admit it right now that I have loved you for a long time. You don’t have to be afraid of me not being there,” you say gently. “Because I was always yours to begin with.”

Clutching each other, the two of you laid there in perfect bliss, refusing to let go of each other. Jack was thankful for you, your love and everything that had been turned upside down in his life because of you.

And you were thankful to have someone who loved you so much that he would literally face an army just to hold you in his arms.

becnoir  asked:

i dunno if you noticed but the rags got ahold of some racy pics of us... want i should take em out or nah

It was a good picture, Jack. I thought I should show it off a little. Hope that’s not too big a problem.

((just the picture under the cut))

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YES that is ACTUALLY REAPFIELD DRAWN BY REAPFIELD’S ARTIST! Super shoutout to the talented Marko, who draws Overwatch comics and buncha other cool stuff. You should check out his Tumblr : https://markraas.tumblr.com/

Yo I’m so happy Reapfield cameo’d. Honestly I was banking on it bc I feel like any 76/Reaper I introduce would just be seen as competing with Reapfield, and you can’t. You can’t compete with Reapfield. He’s perfection.

If some of y’all aint read Reapfield yet, google it! Warning - the humor can sometimes be more mature

So @kerrigore asked a question about Necropolis (something about the layout) and I made a custom game to wander around and take a look and discovered something entirely unrelated??

There appears to be an “ancient” image set of the three “old soldiers” - Ana on the left, then Soldier: 76, then Reaper facing them - all throughout Necropolis.

The first set of people are a woman and man, both facing the same direction.  They are both wearing white and blue.  The man appears to have an implied “deshret” (Lower Egypt) crown.  It is not colored.

This appears to be Ana and Soldier: 76  (“decrowned” as a “fallen commander”).

The third man is facing them.  He wears a “double feathers” crown, representing Amun or Amun-Ra, considered “the king of the gods.”  However, the crown is mostly black and blue, with black being a color that represents death.  He holds what looks to be a wheat stalk.  Wheat was a symbol of Osiris, god of the dead, and could represent resurrection (“life growing from death”).

Considering Gabriel’s surname means “kings,” and he’s kinda, well, undead, this seems pretty straightforward.

This image is directly behind the computers in Ana’s hideout.  The computers show Reaper, as well as locations where he has been.

And before people are like, “It’s just a coincidence!” Blizzard put in another little “character easter egg” in their like, one other “ancient Egyptian art” image.

Feathers rain from above!

You can find “Pharah” on the Temple of Anubis too.

Hadn’t seen anyone mention this, figured I’d post some of my pics on it.

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I come out of this refrigerator and start walking towards him [Jack Dylan Grazer, who plays Eddie], very much in his face. When they shout action, I get really into it – it’s really, really intense. I’m drooling all over him, and Jack is, like, gagging and crying and screaming and it’s horrible, but you know, it’s for the movie. I kind of plough through and then as soon as they say ‘cut’ I go, ‘Hey, yo, are you OK Jack?’ And he turns to me and goes, ‘Yeah man, that’s fucking awesome! I love what you’re doing, you’re awesome!