Overwatch Reader Inserts

Stay, Gabriel Reyes/Reaper

AN: So apparently my new hobby is getting drunk late at night and writing fanfic, first the Tony one and now the Reap boy last night/this morning. Thankfully I value my spelling while drunk so I hope it's at least readable.

The lights from the compound streamed through the curtains of the room. Gabriel sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. How could he sleep with the hurricane of thoughts destroying his mind? He looked over his shoulder at (Y/n)'s sleeping form. She was curled up under the thin cotton sheets, the (s/c) skin of her back illuminated in the artificial light from outside.

She deserved better than him. Gabriel had already made up his mind on the situation with Jack and Blackwatch but he knew it wouldn't end well for his (Y/n). She was too pure to follow him into the darkness he was about to plunge their worlds into. She belonged in the light but for some reason she had chosen to love a monster like him.

Gabriel looked down at his scarred arms, rubbing a finger over the injection sights and feeling the serum coursing through his veins. When he had started the experiment with Dr. O'Deorain she had promised him greater power than the super soldier program had given him. He could still remember the concern on (Y/n)'s face when she found out and how tenderly she had watched over him through the worst of the side effects. She would pretend to be calm when his body seemed to dissolve under her touch, but he had seen the fear in her eyes.

"Gabe?" He had been so distracted by his thoughts that he hadn't heard her wake up. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his torso and laid her head against his back. "Are you all right?" The delicate touch of her fingertips on his abs sent a shiver down his spine. Gabriel closed his eyes and sighed.

"I'm fine, just couldn't sleep." He laid his hands over hers and squeezed them. "I should get back to my room before anyone starts to talk." (Y/n) had a strange feeling deep in her chest, that if he left now, she'd never see him again.

"If that's what you want, Gabe." She released her hold on him and watched him stand. He glanced back at her, sitting there in the sheets he had helped tangle, looking up at him with those damned (e/c) eyes.

Leave, it's for the best, his mind yelled at him, don't do this.

"And what do you want?" He wanted to kick himself. (Y/n) reached out and grabbed his hand.

"I want you to stay."