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alexiela73 · 6 years

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Overwatch Valentine Request 1

I ended up hand picking three people to take Valentines requests from. Each chose something quite different and I’m pleased with the requests I received.

This one is for @lascitateognesperanza

When Valentines day had been approaching, you had felt a slow excitement building in you that you were entirely unused to. This was the first time you had ever been in a relationship, and the idea of spending the ‘Day of Love’ with someone you cared for was new and thrilling.

Now, apparently on these special days either the boyfriend would plan something or if need be, the two would agree on some kind of special evening event. Whether it was going to a fancy restaurant, going to a movie, or something like homemade food. Some people even got proposed to on Valentines day. Having someone go to so much effort for you...it just felt so different.

So you had played it cool, hinted about the upcoming day repeatedly to your boyfriend, Gabriel Reyes. Anything you could possibly think of, whether it be asking your friends what their plans were for that day in front of him with emphasis, or just hinting that you had ideas to throw between the two of you if he was up for it.

Gabe had either pretended not to notice, or was really that unobservant. It really was a toss between the two, but you hoped that he was just really stupid and couldn’t take a hint.

Except...then Valentines day had passed by. Gabriel had sent you his usual ‘Goodmorning, beautiful’ text that he usually sent you. Even though people were throwing around the date, not once did Gabriel make any indication that it was anything other then a normal day.

Was Valentines day unimportant to him? Perhaps Gabriel just forgot what day it was or what Valentines day entailed? There hadn’t even been a flower or sex. The two of them had woken up, gone through their day and then gone to bed like there Valentines day hadn’t happened.

Nothing special happened the next day or the next...no indication from him that he was apologetic for missing it. Or that he was even aware that it had gone by. The fact that Gabriel had completely dismissed it...left you in a bad mood.

So bad that apparently you were snippy and possibly scaring most of your friends and family. People became scared to talk to you or be in the vicinity, as if you’d take their heads off for just being there. The only one who didn’t seem bothered by it one bit was Gabe.

At one point you heard Genji whispering in his seat to Gabe. “Commander Reyes, I’m....I’m begging you, not just as a favor to me but also for the safety of this entire building...have sex with your girlfriend. Something. Make her smile again because right now her eyes are screaming murder,” he whispered to him, and Gabriel couldn’t help the amused smirk on his face.

Slowly your eyes turned to Genji, and despite his mask you felt him cringe. He realized you obviously heard him, and the whole room was holding their breath as they waited for a blood bath.

Instead you just stood and growled as the helicopter landed. “Alright everyone, move,” you yelled, your voice clipped.

As everyone started climbing out, giving you plenty of space, Gabriel stopped beside you. “Nice job, sweetheart,” he said with a smile that made you just want to punch him so hard. “Your so damn hot when you make everyone piss their pants in terror.” And with that, he gave your rump a hard slap and jumped out.

You were so off put and outraged that you nearly threw your gun at him. Oh no, not shoot him. That’d be too easy. The urge to throw something was intense and all you had to throw was your gun. Thankfully, you resisted the urge and saved yourself the embarrassment.

God, that man was so insufferable.

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Later the next day you headed home, feeling exhausted and tired and desperately in need of a nap. Or better yet, a shower. You felt sweaty and there was still dried blood spots on your neck and hair. It would’ve disgusted you, if the horror of last night hadn’t been enough to leave your mind numb.

Now back from the mission, you headed home. The anger you felt for Gabe had just disappeared, as if your body couldn’t handle the stress from the mission and your ridiculous grudge against him all at once.

Instead, in a nice gesture you had mumbled about finishing his paperwork and had sent him home. Oh, he’d protested but you literally just flicked his forehead and told him to stop being a nuisance. So he’d headed home.

Opening the door to your house, you didn’t think about the second set of shoes by the door. Or the fact that the light upstairs was on. Sure, some distant part of you recognized that that definitely shouldn’t be happening but luckily, the other part noticed they were Gabe’s shoes and decided not to worry about it.

Walking up those stairs was a whole new trial, but slowly you puttered your way up them. Your whole body ached and you just wanted to close your eyes and fall into the awaiting abyss that welcomed you.

Pushing open the door of your bedroom, you paused. There were white petals scattered on the floor leading to the bathroom, which was open. Lilac scented candles were on the bedside tables, and Gabe stood there at the bathroom door, leaning on it with his arms crossed.

There was a soft look in his eyes as they moved over you. “You look exhausted, y/n,” he said gently, though you could hear the underlying fatigue under his words. The man was just as tired as you.

Unsure what this was, you were between ignoring this or falling into his arms. Instead you settled for cheeky. “Do you make a habit of breaking into peoples homes, Commander Reyes?” you ask instead, moving to drop your bag on the other side of the room.

There was a chuckle, one that sent a low thrum of happiness through you. Even with your stupid grudge, even with your sometimes irresponsible and irrational anger...just his voice could make you melt.

“You can hold it against me forever, or realize something, sweetheart,” he said, slowly walking over and you felt his hands gently brush your waist from behind.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, Reyes,” you commanded, struggling to keep your resolve as his fingers gently started to knead your muscles. So sore, but SOOOO good. Gabriel always knew just how to massage you, how to relax you when stressed or tired.

Slowly the hands slid up your waist, his thumbs pressing and rubbing your back through the thin material of your shirt. “Baby, I don’t need or want just one day to show you I love you,” Gabriel said, his breath hot in your ear. “Every day is a chance to show you how much I love you. The fact that people think there is just one day to really express the feelings between two people is so stupid.”

Then his hands slowly reached your shoulders, and you felt yourself buckling. “Don’t call me baby, either. I assume your talking about that holiday you refuse to acknowledge?” you say, trying to sound sassy but your voice comes out weak and breathless.

“A holiday implies the day is special for a real reason,” Gabriel says, nibbling your ear. “I can do this on Valentines day, or any day.”

It was hard not to focus on his words now, and as he started to rub your neck you let loose the barest moan. “ We can go on dates. We make breakfast for each other. I buy you chocolates. Valentines day is foolish, honey, because every day with you is valentines day for me. Every day I want to tell you how much I love you and to hold your hand and make love to you. And that's why that ‘holiday’ means nothing to me, because there is no ONE day for me to show my love for you,” Gabriel says seriously, before turning you around.

Lifting your head, you looked up at him and sighed softly. “....Fine. I’ll let it go, just because that was really corny and your a big stupid head,” you mutter, but you step forward to lean your head against his chest. You would have kissed him under other circumstances but you literally couldn’t even lift your arms.

“I don’t think a stupid head is a real thing,” Gabriel murmurs, but he couldn’t help the smile on his face.

“It is too. You know how I know?” you growl, but you give him a small, playful smile. “Because I met you, and your living proof to the existence of stupid heads.”

Laughing, Gabriel pressed the most gentle kiss to your lips you had ever received. “Alright, you got me there. But would a stupid head draw you a nice hot bath with all your favorite oils?” Gabe asked with a wink, before scooping you up into his arms like a child.

Batting you’re eyelashes, you put your hand to your forehead and pretended to swoon. “Oh my, I take it all back. You are most certainly a hero,” you said dramatically, as he whisked you toward the bathroom.

“Damn right I am,” Gabe said, grinning. “Now, lemme show you a special trick us stupid heads know...” he said, before his voice dissolved into a delicious whisper in your ear of what he planned to do to you in the bathtub.

Damn, you loved that man.

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