You worked for Overwatch. You were not a hero, however. You were more like a person who picks up after the heroes. You mainly picked up after everyone's favourite Edgelord...Reaper.
Jeez, does that guy not know how to reload a gun? You thought.
Everyone else was pretty good about cleaning up after themselves. Sometimes Tracer would forget to do something that 76 told her to do and she would speed off leaving you something to clean up. One major perk to this job is no one pays any attention to you. So, you got all the gossip. You actually knew all of their names which they never outright told you.
The group had just finished eating a meal and absent mindedly left all the trash for you to pick up.
"A nice, little 'thank you' would be wonderful every now and again," you grumbled to yourself unawares that a certain someone heard you.
*time skip brought to you by a lazy me*
It was now late afternoon/early evening. The heroes were being more careless than usual and you were tired as all hell. You were almost asleep on a chair when a voice startled you.
"Falling asleep on the job wouldn't go over well with Morrison," said the voice. You snorted in surprise and woke up. You looked up to see Reaper. "I know you know all our names," the Edgelord said. You noticed he was wearing sunglasses and instead of addressing the issue at hand, you questioned him about his glasses.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?" You asked.
"Why are you falling asleep?" He retorted with confidence. You couldn't help, but to blush at how assertive he was. He noticed this and smirked.
"I'm human. I get tired sometimes," you said, "Now, what about the glasses?" Reaper grabbed your wrist and started pulling you off in some direction.
"Um, excuse me? What are you doing?" You asked surprised. No answer.
Typical, you thought. You two stopped in front of one of the living quarters. Presumably his. He opened the door and motioned for you to enter. You did so, but hesitantly.
"Why did y-" you were cut off when a pair of lips smashed into yours. Your eyes widened in surprise.
"Call me Gabe," Reaper said while taking his sunglasses off revealing red eyes. You stared in fascination. Gabe smirked/smile revealing unusually sharp canines. You felt the sudden urge to kiss him again. So, you did. Gabe pulled you close to him making sure that no space was between you two. He wrapped his hands in your hair and slightly tugged at it. You finally pulled away as your lungs started to burn. Your face still extremely close to his.
"Thank you, (y/n)", said Gabe.
