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Soldier 76 x Shy!Reader: April Fools

((for my friend @Mystix23 who has been the inspiration for this whole book. Fair warning; Never in my life have I written xReader inserts so bear with me))

[[Quick key
.h/c = hair color
.e/c= eye color
.f/c= favorite color
.y/n= your name]]

Base was even more hectic than usual today. April first, the day of fools and unnecessary pranks. Soldier never enjoyed this day as usually he ended up the target for said pranks. Junkrat and Tracer were currently amidst a prank war for the most elaborate prank of the day. You've already been subject to a whoopee cushion or two and more than a few static shocks. You were shy enough as it was, so you made for quite an easy target. Most of the pranks were in good spirits but some were just annoying.

After a misguided pie to the face you decided you had had enough for the day and retreated to your room to wash your h/c locks. Whipped creme still splattered across your face and you tried to wipe it away from your eyes and nose. It was only noon but you decided it was time for a nap, but only after checking your entire room for any traps.

Soldier had been a victim of these pranks all day, whoopee cushions, static shocks, shoulder tapping, and so much more. He had enough. All he wanted to do was finish the ever growing pile of work however most of it was just blank papers; another prank. He called a meeting of the possible and known pranksters of the day. 

"I am sick of these pranks," he stated with an unamused expression, "no more pranks. If one more person tries to prank me, you're getting a beating."

His statement and stubbornness was made clear. Pranks continued to happen all day just not around him.

You had woken up pretty groggy from your nap about two hours later. The kind of groggy where you forget what day it is and what you ate for breakfast. All morning you had been trying to look for Jack, you had something you wanted to tell him. It was quite clear that you had fallen for him. Every time he was around your e/c hues lit up brighter than the sun, your entire mood changed with him around. 

With a yawn you sat up and fixed your hair. Sleep was never kind to your looks. You'de been looking around all morning for that certain blond to tell him how you felt. You really adored him but was unsure of how to approach. Every time you found him he was either busy or there were too many other people around. Once you got yourself  in order you straightened out your f/c t shirt and set off towards the office of none other than Jack Morrison. The door was open when you got there and his back was to you. You weren't trying to be sneaky, you're just always quiet. Walking up behind him you tapped his shoulder only to find moments later you're on the ground with a stinging cheek.

Jack thought someone had come to try and prank him once again. He felt a tap and he went slap. 

"I thought I told you no more pra-" he started. He looked down to see you on the floor, he was paralyzed. It went silent as you took a moment to realize what had happened. You looked like a deer in the headlights; confused and frightened. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. 

A wave of guilt washed over Soldier.

"Y/N!" was all he managed to say before you scurried off the floor back to your feet and out the door with tears in your eyes. 

You ran down the hall covering your now swelling cheek with one hand. Not really looking at where you were going you managed to trip Junkrats' most elaborate trick of the day. A gallon of syrup dumped ontop of you followed by feathers and glitter and who knows what else. Trying to wipe some of the syrup and decoration out of your face you saw the flash of a camera go off and someones laughter down the hall. 

Humiliated and hurt you made your way back to your room to get clean. Some day that was...