Overwatch x Reader

Reaper x Reader: The Journey of Getting Ready for Movie Night

I wrote this during a time of stress; that's my excuse.

"-And by using Widowmaker's grabbing hook, we will be able to get to the access points in time to stop by Ben and Jerry's to get ice cream to celebrate a job well done." Doomfist points a laser at his Microsoft powerpoint, putting an end to the mission debriefing. The meeting had Sombra, Widowmaker, Reaper, and Moira in attendance at the elongated table. "Any questions before I dismiss you?" Akande asks, scanning his small audience.

Sombra raises her microchip manicure hand, and Doomfist nods for her to speak.

"Why is Ben and Jerry's a part of the plan? Wouldn't that count on the mission being a success?" Sombra brought up a good question compared to her usual ones that were off-topic. "Like, what happens if we lose? Or if Senorita Arãna over here lost her grabbing hook? Or if we all die?"

Widowmaker rolls her eyes at the hacker and Moira files her nails while Reaper taps his leg anxiously. He had to get back to Y/n soon, they had movie night and it was his turn to bring snacks n' drinks. It didn't help that he had no idea what they liked, damn his bad memory.

Akande hums, "Well I guess you won't get Ben and Jerry's. You'd probably have to retreat near the Cold Stone Creamery instead if Widowmaker doesn't have her grappling hook. If you guys lose, you will head to the nearest Target to get small pints of ice cream. If you all die, I'd just take up any ice cream from whatever afterlife you believe in."

"I believe in nothing." Widowmaker says blandly.

"Well I guess you won't be getting any ice cream-"

"THIS. IS. POINTLESS." Reaper hisses, too mad to shut up when he's wasting time listening to his co-workers rant about ice cream when he could be at the store being indecisive over four bags of chips.

Akande gasps, "HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT MY EFFORTS TO LAND YOU ALL A FROZEN TREAT. I doubt Overwatch put this much effort with its agents, probably ended their mission briefs without so much of a restaurant recommendation! I did not kill the other Doomfist to have whiny little emos crying over getting rewarded with dessert after a mission!"

Reaper sighs, "Akande, it's not that. I just- I have something to do after this."

Everyone looked at Reaper with arched brows.

"Way to go, Reyes." Moira nudges his arm.

"Wait what-"

Sombra laughs, "I didn't know Gabe would be back in the game so quickly."

"Ew." Widowmaker gives Reaper a judging glare.

Akande shook his head, "Reyes, I'm proud of you. But, that's was a- pretty gross way of saying you're seeing someone."

Reaper facepalmed, "I said I had something to do, not someone to do you-"

"Sooo," Sombra moves her spinney chair closer to Reaper, invading his personal space. "Who's the lucky person, Gabe? Are they an agent?"

He answered with a sigh.

"OOOOOH THEY ARE!" Sombra pointed at his face.

"Ew." Widowmaker replied, looking down at her nails.

"Could they be that rookie we hired months ago? I had a feeling you two would eventually get along." Moira added fuel to the fire... and that made Reaper mad.

"Reyes, you're gonna have to go to HR about that. I know we break the law everyday, but even Talon has standards." Akande adds. "Anyways, what do you plan to do with Agent Y/n L/n today?"

Sombra slapped her thigh as she screamed with laughter. "YOU GOT Y/N?! Ha! I thought they were out of your league!"

Reaper grumbled his answer, which he hoped was illegible. Unfortunately, Sombra was fluent in gibberish.