Overwatch x Reader

Gabriel Reyes x Reader: You Need Some Sleep

Shoutout to the people that read fanfiction late at night.

Reader POV:

Gabe has been more absent as of late. Even with the busy schedule of working as Blackwatch's commander, he would always make time for me. It didn't matter if they were as small of a moment as simple good morning kiss or as long as walk in the park. They were my treasured memories that I could smile upon when he would be out on a mission. Every time I think about them now, it feels more bittersweet. A lot has changed these past few weeks. That mission in Venice ended poorly, and the world was given more reason to hate Overwatch. Reyes shot a man out a three story window, and it was like a shot heard around the world. It was covered on every news station, printed up on every magazine, and no one would shut up about it. Co-workers who knew nothing of my marriage with Gabe judged Blackwatch as if they were assassins who stalk the streets. But I knew my husband was not any of those things, he was a veteran and a good man. He'd never do something so rash without a reason. Family and friends have blown up my phone, questioning me for being at his side. They went on and on about how crazy I was for marrying him. How they had a feeling he would be terrible for me. What hurt more is that I had no one to lean on. Gabe was preoccupied with work during his suspension, so much so that he spends the night in his office. He disappears in the morning and comes around when dinner is served, only to take it to that tiny room. The bed remains cold, and the tension in the air never lets me sleep. It isn't like him to act this way. 

I crawl out of bed, feeling sluggish as I slip on my slippers and head into the hallway. The light coming from the cracks of the door were a dead giveaway. Now all I had to do was talk to him. Slowly opening the door, I walk in to be hit with bright light that made me squint my eyes. Even with narrow eyes, I could see the papers scattered on the desk and the tired look my husband adorned. His eyebrows furrowed like they always do when he's stressed, and his sun -kissed skin now looked more pale. Bags were forming under his dark brown eyes, still focused on the papers in front of him instead of looking at me.

"Gabe," I break the silence. He jumps up and looks at me in surprise.

"What are you doing up so late?" he asks in a hushed whisper.

"I should be asking the same question to you." I walk towards him until I was blocked off by the desk.

Gabe let out a sigh as he gazed over the documents and reports. "You already know why."

"You shouldn't be torturing yourself like this, it isn't healthy." 

"Like I don't know that already." he said sarcastically.

"Then why won't you do something about it?" I crossed my arms. "You're making me worried."

"You're not the one that shot Antonio out the window, Y/N. It doesn't concern you." He said it so 'matter of fact-ly'. Like the way I felt was invalid. But I knew better than to let him tell me how to feel. 

"It concerns me when my husband spends every waking moment at his stupid desk and is never around!" I couldn't hold back on being calm for the life of me, my blood curdled in pent-up rage, "Do you think this problem affected just you? Because I can't exactly run away from it either, Gabe. I have to hear everybody talk shit about my husband everyday and I can't even defend you because I can't tell them more about your job!" My face burns in anger as I gave Gabe the best death glare that I could muster. We both were silent for a few seconds, waiting for one of us to crack under pressure and say something. Gabe knows how stubborn I can be; I always beat him when it comes to this stuff. Tonight was no different, as he let out a frustrated sigh while he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Sorry for not seeing this sooner, Babe." He goes to hold my hand, petting the back of it with his calloused thumb, "It feels like I have to take on the world on my own sometimes. I never wanted to drag you into this, but that's the way it turned out. Can't take back a bullet once you take a shot."

I squeeze his hand, "We're against the world together, Gabe. For better and for worse, In sickness and in health. Don't forget that." I gave him a sight grin.

"I'll try not to." He pulled my hand to his lips as he gives a gentle kiss, but ends up breaking out into a yawn.

I giggled, "You need some sleep." I tug on his hand in the direction towards the door. He rises from his old leather chair and follows me as I pull him to our shared bedroom. The room feeling less chilly than it was before. As we buried ourselves in the covers, Gabe brings me to his chest to rest on as if it was a pillow. Hearing his heartbeat made me smile, just knowing that he is here is enough. I relish in this feeling, wondering if I will ever feel this way again. Suppose it might be a while, but it's what makes these moments even more special. I drift off to sleep in his embrace, hoping that things will lighten up for the both of us.

The End.