#overwatch imagine

McCree

His heart just ached when you suddenly burst into tears on days when you finally break down and feel so….empty. Jesse understood completely and to why you’re like this, just terrible depression and it seems like it isn’t going to recover ever so easily.

But as time passes, he know you will. He’ll stand beside you and hold you when you fall once again to wipe your tears or to comfort you during a panic attack.

Reaper

Reaper stumbled in the room tiredly but paused for a few seconds to hear a few sniffles before he quickly made his way towards you. Seeing the way you troubled with your breathing and how you gripped on to your shirt where your chest is, his hand slowly rested on your shoulder to give it a light grip.

Going on his knees so your gaze can be on his own, he eased into telling you to just—breath. He kept his tone hushed to know how harsh his voice actually is, he kept it low.
Seeing the way your shoulders slowly eased down and soon enough to the point where you were wiping some tears away.

Reaper slowly leaned foreword, a soft kiss being pressed against your ear. As he held you, he pressed you against him more when he felt your arms wrap around his neck.

Guilt washed over his chest just thinking about how long you were like this and just waiting for him to walk in the room. He completely understands and slowly, and still is, learning how to calm you down during panic attacks. Especially since it’s worse nowadays due to depression suddenly kicking, but he’ll be by your side on recovery. Like how you were with him when he was in your shoes.

Heya, I’m rusty at writing at the moment and decided to only do two at the moment, sorry but I really do hope you like it.

Edit: This was the only one in my drafts. Goodness

I don’t do NSFW, I’m sorry. ewe Also, I never wrote anything about werewolves¿ so this is my first time, hope it’s good enough

Hanzo

It was during your mission at Dorado when the moon was shining much brighter than before. You were fighting against Moira at the moment, but she was winning.

As you were about to say your line for you ultimate, that’s when you transformed in mid battle. But that didn’t stop you and Moira from being at each other’s throats, yet, it gave you more strength.

Hanzo watched from afar with a surprised look, his gaze being stuck on your new form, or what he would call it. He was to distracted that he didn’t even realize Widowmaker shot at him.

Feeling a stinging pain on his arm, he took cover.

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“How long?” Hanzo questioned, the both of you sitting across each other from the table.

“What?” You nervously asked, scratching the back of your neck with a small smile.

“You know what I’m talking about, how long?” He repeated as his eyes shifted to meet yours. Hanzo tapped his fingers against the table, a him being heard from him as he sat in silence.

“I–” You stopped before letting out a sigh, “I was born with it… I understand if you just, if you just want to cut off the relationship but–” Getting cut off mid sentence, Hanzo chuckled to himself as he stood.

“And who said anything about cutting our relationship off?”

McCree

Jesse slid in front of you on his knee, only to face Reaper as he did his famous six-shooter.

Watching Reaper turned into his wraith form as he went off. As McCree looked down at you, he quickly crawled towards your injured form.

“Are you alright, sweetpea?” McCree questioned.

Before he can get an answer, you saw the shadowy figure behind McCree randomly appear as a loaded gun was heard. Before McCree could react, you quickly turned into your wolf form.

No matter how difficult it was to change into it, the anger that Reaper placed on you for almost killing your lover, that helped the transformation faster. McCree’s gaze quickly changed towards you but only to be in front of a large wolf.

“woAH!” McCree’s eyes widened in surprise as he held onto his hat, falling back to watch what you do.

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“Do ya mind explaining what happened out there?” Jesse asked with a raised brow and a small grin.

“Uhm– it was nothing! Just uhm–” You stammered on with red cheeks, worry building in you.

“Well doll face, I’m pretty sure if you had that in ya. Pretty sure you would have a lot more energy in the bedroom than before,”

I got tired so I hope Zenyatta will do.

Zenyatta

Zenyatta’s hand softly ran down your arm, his gaze on the wounds that you placed on yourself just a few hours ago. Pausing for a moment, he soon left the room for the next few minutes before coming back in with bandages.

He gently took a hold of your arm, beginning to bandage it before he moved on to the other. But while doing so, he spoke.

“Do not put blame on yourself for doing this. You’ve made a small improvement but we both know it’ll take much longer until you stop. Until then, I don’t mind bandaging or changing them every so often. But please, try and contain yourself from doing this again the next time you have the urge,” Zenyatta spoke gently as he finished bandages your arms.

He leaned his head to softly hit your own to make you smile as if the meaning were to do what other couples do, give a peck on the nose.

Sombra

“Theres nothing else to say but you’re okay, everything will be okay. Give it time,” Sombra hushed, pressing her lips against your forehead.

She rocked the both of you back and forth, staying by your side as she continued to whisper sweet words.

Pharah

“It’s like this now but not forever, even if it feels like it’s been years since the last time you’re thoughts said something nice,” Pharah softly spoke, leaning down to give your cheek a kiss.

As you cried, she continued to run her hand through your hair and sometimes run down your arm.

Symmetra

“It’s alright my love. It’s dark today and maybe tomorrow but I promise to light up a candle for you,” She whispered

Symmetra pulled you into a loving embrace, making sure there’s a comfortable silence as she stroked your hair. Her other hand grasping yours, her thumb brushing shiner your knuckles.

Junkrat x Reader

“Jamison~” Your voice sang as you walked in your shared room. Seeing his body shift, you heard a tired groan come from him.

“Yes love?” He grumbled, burying his face into the pillow.
“Can I do your makeup?” You questioned as you sat beside him.

Without a thought, Junkrat agreed tiredly and soon sat himself up while you squealed in delight, quickly making your way to your makeup bag.

Throughout the 15minutes or so, Junkrat was half asleep but did whatever you asked him to do. Whether it was to stay still, keep his eyes closed or to open them, simple stuff. At the end of it all, he was finally wide awake.

“So– Shit, I was awake? Thought it was a dream,” Junkrat explained, laughing lightly as you hugged him back, chuckling at him.

As you grabbed the small, circle mirror and had Junkrat look at himself, he winked down at you with a proud smile.

“Ah, I’m gonna go out and show everyone your great work! And even give Roadie and visit.”

Roadhog x Reader

Walking towards your shared room, Roadhog grumbled a few things underneath his breath as he opened the door. His gaze was set on the empty bed for a few moments before he looked over at your figure which was seated at your little table.

Seeing your body lightly shake, Roadhog tilted his head to the side with a concerned expression. He then took off his mask, throwing it on the bed before making his way to your side.

He placed an arm around your shoulder, softly hushing you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear in hope to calm you down.

Genji

Walking in the kitchen, Genji grinned at the sight as he shook his head. He then walked up to the counter and had you stand on the side as he reached up to grab it.

“Here you go my blossom.”

McCree

“Alright, I got ya pumpkin,” Jesse chuckled as he walked up behind you to reach up to get the item you needed.

“I told you I can get it myself,” You let out a face cry as Jesse couldn’t help but laugh.

“Sure you did pumpkin.”

Sombra

As you let out a squeal in surprise, you stumble back a bit before crossing your arms at her.
“Could you just grab the marshmallows?” You grumbled.

“Of course,” Sombra laughed as she reached up to grab the small bag of Marshmallows as she handed it to you.

Reaper

McCree

Soldier 76

Soldier 76 x Reader

S/o rested on their bed as they tapped their finger against their thigh. It was bring alright, just the fact that they have to stay in the infirmary for a couple of days because of a mission they just went on.

Turns out they got ambushed and now, s/o is stuck sleeping in a plain room due to lack of oxygen, sprained wrist, and a broken ankle.

S/o’s attention went on towards the door to see who just walked in and soon tensed to see who it was.

“My apologies on the mission that you were on, I should’ve thought more into it and know that there would be an ambush. Especially on one of our best people,” Soldier snickered as he took off his visor, taking a seat next to the bed.

“I-it’s okay, I mean– don’t worry about it, I’m sure we would’ve got ambushed either way if we knew or if we didn’t,” S/o explained with a nervous smile.

Their face heated up more of the heart monitor started beeping much faster ever since Soldier walked if, pretty sure Soldier himself knew about it by now.

Soldier had a smug look to know what’s exactly going on, a smile on his lips. “So then, want to explain something to me?”

Asshole

“When I get out of here, would you– do you wanna– I mean– ugh,” S/o covered their face with their hands as they turned even more red.

“Whenever you get out, I’ll see you at eight,” Soldier said as he soon stood from his seat, taking his leave with a grin.

Roadhog x Reader

It was during the evening, the sun was just setting as the stars started to sparkle as the moon shines more brightly down.

Both of Roadhog and s/o went to a carnival that happened that day. It was to make it up to his s/o because lately, he’s been out often and so to make up for it, he got them tickets to the carnival.

He bought s/o anything they desired or played any game they wanted to try. It was a wonderful day being outdoors and having no one to bother them. For this small, special occasion, he had his mask off but he wore sunglasses instead.

As the night was coming to an end, the announcement of a special surprise was heard. That’s when they heard the loud bangs from the fireworks.
Roadhog cracked a side smile at the beautiful sight so when he turned his gaze to see his s/o’s expression. He soon frowned to see that they hid behind him with their hands covering their ears.

Pulling them into a soft embrace, he then picked them up to leave.

Trigger Warning?¿

Mercy

Sombra

Symmetra

Pharah

I think I do, I’m pretty motherly myself! Even still I hope that this is what you had in mind!

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MCCREE:
* Homeboy needs a mom in his life tbh.
* There’s a lot of gentle reprimanding for this man.
* “Please use a fork.” “You should really clean your room.” “Why is one of your socks in the kitchen but the other one’s in the hallway????????”
* They carry snacks around for him and he is very grateful.
* He really just needs someone to look after him.

HANZO:
* The easy child™
* Isn’t used to being doted on so it’ll take a little for him to get use to it.
* He isn’t used to being mothered at all; it’s just……different.
* It was an odd experience when he scraped his hand and they flew to his side with a worried face and bandage.

LÚCIO:
* He may not seem like it, but this boy NEEDS someone to look after him.
* Namely to force him to take breaks.
* He’s probably forgotten how to relax at this point and could use some help.
* He appreciates every bit of help he gets.
* Sweet boy needs a rest.

It’s no problem! I’m sorry for this taking so darn long, things got crazy busy out of nowhere.

Even still, I hope you’re doing better, and know that I’ve got your back and believe in you! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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“How you feelin’?”

They shrug keeping their eyes on their phone. “Alive, I guess.”

“Well…..that’s good.” He watches from the doorway, shifting weight from his left to right.

He wasn’t the best at this. It didn’t happen a lot, but it was enough for him to get better at it.

He knows that a blanket usually helps, and so they sat with one that he recently pulled from the dryer, draped about their person. And that a nice quiet room could be a plus as well, as was the room they were in.

He cracks the knuckles on his human hand, closing the door behind him.

“I finished your chores for the day.”

“Didn’t have to do that.” Their voice was still quiet, and their attention still focused downward.

“Aw, I couldn’t have you goin’ out and doin’ that stuff.” He tries his best to keep his voice low, flashing a toothy grin. Hobbling to the corner where they sat, he plopped unceremoniously beside them, scooting close, and pated their back, as they lean their head against him in a form of silent thanks.

His eyes hover over their phone and noticed a movie they enjoyed playing on its screen. He leans further into them and tries to recall the words being said at that moment with the help of the faint audio leaving their headphones.

He wanted to say more, but felt a ping of guilt at the thought of interrupting what he remembered to be their favorite part. If he was being honest, he was growing to really enjoy this movie too. It reminded him of them.

He’d be lying if he said he’d ever get tired of being this close to them. He turns his head and nuzzles it into the crook of their neck, wrapping his arms around them limply. He was more than willing to stay with them as long as they needed him to if it meant he was helping.

His eyes shut as he feels the gentle movement of their breath.

You’re so sweet, anon! And, you have no idea how much I love that trope, omg.

Hope you enjoy this and my stupid sense of humor.

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It’s been a quiet few days.

Not that you didn’t want them to be, in fact, you were more than happy to get a break. And you were spending it doing something you’ve wanted to do for a while.

Nothing.

You half lay, half sit in the leisure room on your phone, taking up most of the couch. The room itself was relatively empty in terms of patrons, and you preferred it that way. As much as you loved your teammates, they could be really loud sometimes, making it hard to listen to music or watch videos or whatever else you had decided to do.

Which, at the moment happened to be looking at memes.

Genji tinkered with is wrist carefully, moving the screwdriver like instrument with practiced skill inside the confined area of his arm. A tiny blink at the corner of his eye notified him of a message, and he sets the device aside, giving the inside of his visor his full attention.

This message is from you? But, you two rarely ever talk, and you’re barely on the other side of the room, maybe ten feet away. Why would you send him a message?

Setting that aside, he opens it, the image taking up most of his vision.

What. The. Hell.

He snorts, you had such a strange sense of humor, what even was this?

He looks at it closer, it looks kinda like Garfield, yep definitely Garfield, dressed as a samurai, completely tinted red, with crazy motion blur and white glinted eyes.

What a picture.

He moves it out of his sight, turning behind him in search of his phone, completely ignoring his half functioning hand. While his visor could receive picture, it wasn’t very good at scouring the internet for memes.

He finds it, fumbling sightly at the quick speed that he was moving at. He chuckles to himself quietly, remembering a fun video of a cat that he thought you might enjoy.

D.Va watches the both of you acting exceedingly giddy, over her laptop with a raised brow.

“Look out!” Lúcio warns, snapping her back to the game she was playing. “He’s here, look out!” He points at the man on the screen, shambling over to her avatar.

She effortlessly dodges and retreats, pausing the game once she makes it a safe distance away.

“Hey, wh-“

“Shh!” She deftly cuts him off in a hushed tone. “What’s going on with those two?”

He glances past his friend, “Oh them.” He watches them with a tired gaze. “That’s just their thing for each other.”

“Their thing?”

“Yeah.” He turns to her, noticing her confused expression. “You seriously didn’t notice?”

“No!” She raises her voice slightly, quickly checking to see if she had disturbed them, continuing when she realized that she hadn’t. “No. I didn’t notice.”

Lúcio leans back in his seat, scratching at his cheek for a brief moment, “It’s honestly kinda painful to watch sometimes.”

They both glance at you two for a moment longer before Mercy enters, letting out a thoughtful sigh. She steps beside Genji, eyes locked on his exposed wrist.

“Genji,” her voice warns.

He immediately stops goofing around and shoves his phone away, embarrassed. Her eyes follow it, noticing a picture of a dog wearing sunglasses.

“Good afternoon, Angela.” He starts.

“I think you might be forgetting something, Genji.” She rotates her wrist, punctually, and realization hits him.

“I was……just about to come to you, and get it looked over.”

She exhales loudly, turning her head slightly, glancing at you behind where she stood. You duck quickly into your phone, face red from getting caught eavesdropping.

“Of course. Now we should get moving.” She steps aside as he rises, collecting his things. They begin to leave, when she makes an abrupt turn to you. “Is there any chance that you would like to join us?”

“I- wha- me?” She nods. “Well, I, uh, I don’t wanna to be a burden.”

“Oh, you definitely would never be a burden. Isn’t that right?” You both wait for Genji to respond, but he doesn’t. He just stands there stiffly.

Angela elbows him, and he jolts slightly.

“Err……you……uh…..yes?” He watches you become confused and raises his hands in defense. “NO! I mean……what was the question?”

You sit, feeling a little hurt. It really seemed like he didn’t want you there and was trying, and failing, to be nice about it.

“It’s alright, y’know. I don’t care either way.” You bring your focus back to your phone, ending the conversation.

His shoulders and arms droop, as the two leave, Angela patting his back sympathetically, shaking her head like a mother would.

“Wow.” D.Va comments. “You weren’t kidding.”

“It’s pretty bad, huh?” He crosses his arms. “It’s incredible how oblivious a person can be.”

She sits silently for a second, before opening up the existing chat they had on her phone. Picking up on this, Lúcio does the same on his phone.

The Cool Crew™:

D-dog: heeeeeeyyyy
Coolio: How you doin over there?
Sleep Machine: Ok? You guys need something?
Sleep Machine: Unless we’ve got some top secret developments
Sleep Machine: In which case I’m all in.
Coolio: It’s only a secret if you want it to be, man.
Sleep Machine: Wow. Ok, vague and mildly off putting.
Sleep Machine: I’m gonna need some context.
D-dog: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Sleep Machine: Not helping.
Coolio: She’s just trying to torture you. Ignore her.
D-dog: we’re here about you know who
Sleep Machine: I don’t.
Sleep Machine: I don’t know who.
Coolio: Genji
D-dog: we know you have a thing for him
Sleep Machine: pff!
Sleep Machine: No!
Sleep Machine: You guys are crazy.
Coolio: I can see you blushing from here.
Coolio: Sorry, dude, you’re not fooling anyone.
D-dog: we just wanna help
D-dog: you know, give you two a little push!

Sleep Machine has left the conversation.

You didn’t need to be embarrassed anymore today. Before they even realized what was going on, you were halfway out the door, heading to the training grounds in search of your more nonchalant friend, Fareeha.

She was normally there at this time anyway.

You turn the hall, catching a glimpse of platinum blonde hair, and decide that maybe you shouldn’t go that way.

“Ah, hello!”

Aaaaaand, caught.

You awkwardly move closer to the doctor. “Hey. You finished already?”

She hums in confirmation, showing a sweet smile. “Are you heading to the training grounds?” You nod. “I have a favor to ask of you, then.”

You shuffle on your heels, “What’s the favor?”

“I need you to take notes of Genji training, paying special attention to his wrists,” she shoved a clipboard at you, “it is very important that you keep a very close eye on him, do you understand?”

You nod, wordless, and timidly confused. But before you could ask her anything she was off with a wave and a smile, jogging just around the corner to fist-bump a sly Fareeha.

Of course! And, don’t worry, english is a very hard language (but, even still you did a pretty darn good job, keep at it)!

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SOMBRA:
“Hey, Sombra? Can we talk for a minute?”

“Hmm? Hold on, I’m a bit busy.” She explains, twisting and turning the small orb in her hands. It looks to be some kind of puzzle; the objective being to lead a marble through the obstacle course inside. You grab it from her and put it aside, hearing the marble clatter to the bottom. “Hey!”

“Sorry, but this is important.” You keep your voice stern, trying your absolute hardest to maintain eye contact.

“Okay, now you’re worrying me.” She shifts slightly backwards in her seat. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“Sombra….” You take a beat, forgetting to breath. “I’m gay.”

There’s silence.

“Dios mío!” She lets out a sigh of relief, hand on her chest, the other fanning herself. “You scared me for a second there! I thought you were dying or something!”

“Soooo…… All’s well?” You ask, still feeling slight nerves.

“Of course!” She wraps an arm around you. “You’re still the same person, I don’t care that you’re gay.”

You smile, calming down. “Good.”

TRACER:
Days off were always good in your book! It was nice to just lay down and relax for once.

Your phone buzzing brought you out of your slight daze. Oh, Lena’s texting, that’s nice.

“Hey!!! What’re you doin???”

“Just chillin, watching tv.”

“Nice, nice. Sooooooooooooo”

“Soooo? Are you bored or something?”

“Yes. Please entertain me. ＿|￣|○” You chuckle at her, and decided to strike up a conversation about a new show you both enjoy.

“And, what about that one person you like??????”

“Haha, which one?” You practically liked all of the main cast.

“Y'know! The one with the dark hair???? Punched the other guy in the gut????”

“Ooohhhh yeah, that was awesome!”
She sends a picture, it seems to be a sneak peak of an episode to come. They stood in the dimming light heroically.

“God, I’m so gay.” You respond, admiring the character’s features.

“Pffffft, me too!!!”

WINSTON:
It had been a while since the last time you had had a picnic, and when Emily had suggested it, you were all on board.

The weather was near perfect, a little breezy, but not awfully so. You and Winston sit, watching Emily hold Tracer’s feet in the distance as she did sit-up after sit-up, trying to impress her girlfriend.

“Hey, Winston.” You start.

“Hmm?”

“Remember when they first started dating?” A chuckle intruding the ending of your sentence. “Lena would NOT stop talking about her.”

“Oh, I remember!” He responds, lightheartedly. “She was so stressed when their first anniversary came around.”

“Yeah.” You pause, thinking your words over, “So, you don’t really mind having a gay bestfriend?”

“What, no! Of course not!” He sounds slightly offended that you would even suggest that.

“Well, does that mean you wouldn’t mind having two gay bestfriends?” You smile meekly at him.

It doesn’t take long for it to click, and when it does, he laughs.

“Of course not!”

@otakugirl-art
I already have some headcanons for something similar to this, I you want to read those too! If you go on my masterlist, you can find some for a good amount of the male cast!

Roadhog and Junkrat’s are together in this, but they aren’t written as a couple. ^_^

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ROADHOG & JUNKRAT:
Technically, Emma was adopted. Technically, not legally.

She was about four when the junker duo found her wondering the streets alone, and a flash of Junkrat’s childhood led to them helping her.

It did take long for them to get attached, spoiling her near rotten with all the toys and games she could want.

That is, before they realized they had nowhere to put their quickly increasing amount of things, and had to go through the painstaking process of learning to say, “no,” to that face.

“Aye, not for you!” Junkrat reaches for the the sphere in the small girls hands. “This ‘ere is a live explosive. 'Member what they do?”

“Boom!” She reaches up to grab at the object from his hold. “I want boom!”

He giggles and proudly pats her head, raising the bomb slightly higher. “I like that thinker of yours!”

Before he could do anything else, the grenade was stolen from above to the sound of a disapproving grunt. An accusing glare bore into the back both of the people below the culprit.

“No explosions inside.” Mako scolded, handling the object with caution.

“I wasn’t!” Emma whined and sent a finger in Junkrat’s direction, “He was!”

Roadhog’s eyes shifted to the other man.

“What! She’s lyin’ to ya Roadie!” The glare intensifies. “I swear it!”

“Naw-aw!”

“Yeah-huh!”

“Naw-aw!”

“Yeah-huh!”

Never in his life, did Roadhog ever think he’d have to take care to two children. And, never in his life did he think that they’d be fighting over a live explosive.

GENJI:
His knee bounces gently as he sings a silly rhyme to his babbling child. He grins as Shoichi tries and fails to sing along.

The boy, being not much over one year old, was just starting to get a hold of words, but yet to understand the complexity of full sentences. It worried Genji in the beginning, thinking that maybe his child was having more trouble than he should with speaking, ending with a long conversation with his spouse on how all children are different, and the first child usually learns things slower than the next few.

A small tug on his shirt makes him realize that he’s stopped the bouncing.

He looks down at the toddler, who was now tapping the tips of his closed fingers together, looking up at his father with wide eyes.

“More?”

His smile grows wide and he pats his small back with the hand already resting there. “Of course.”

He takes a moment to remember another rhyme before starting the small bouncing again.

Shoichi giggles, recalling this one as one of his favorites, and continues to mumble, to the best of his ability, along.

It was times like these that Genji lived for.

REAPER:
“Hurry up.” Reaper states, pulling Lillie along, his grip on her hand tightening slightly.

“Yes, dad.” She picks up her pace slightly to match his, looking both ways before crossing the street with him.

It was dark out, but then again, other than her going to school, they were only ever out at night.

Lillie knew that her dad wasn’t really, “normal,” per se, nor that he was really considered to be, “good.” But, he didn’t really seem bad to her. A bit stern and impatient, sure. But not bad.

She learned that early on.

“This it?” They stop in front of a small brown building in the corner of the outdoor shopping mall, a sort of clothing store for young girls around the ages of 10 to 13.

“Yep.” She looks the window, eyeing a few shirts she finds interesting.

“Okay,” he hands her money, knowing full well that going into a well light shop like that would only end with trouble for him. “Don’t take too long, they close soon.” She takes the money, nods and turns to leave. “And don’t buy anymore candy, you hear me!”

“No promises!” She taunts, rushing in as to not be stopped.

He sighs and leans against the wall, waiting for her to return.

“All done!” She presents the bag to him a few minuets later. “Aaaaannnd look! The cashier gave me a sucker!” She’s a good actress. “Can I have it now, please?”

Reaper raises an eyebrow at her, but agrees anyway. She happily unwraps it, and sticks it in her mouth, swinging her bag slightly as they make their way back home, excited to show her father her new cloths.

ZENYATTA:
There were times where he wished he had the thing some called, “eyes on the back of his head.”

This was one of those times.

“Young one, where is Kamal?”

“I dunno.” The seven year old answers, not looking up from her drawing, partially covering it with her arm.

“But, he was here a moment ago.”

“Maybe he was hungry?” She more states than asks.

“Maybe. Thank you, Sashi.” He begins to wonder in the direction of the kitchen, checking here and there for the younger child along the way.

When Kamal was not there, the beginnings of panic start to set in. He was much too young to be wondering on his own. Much more likely to trip and hurt himself.

Or worse.

The search went on for what felt like an eternity before he was found outside, picking up various objects and holding them haphazardly in his tiny arms.

“What are you doing out here, alone?” Zenyatta gently scolded.

“Treasures!” The boy shows the assortment of flowers, rocks, and leaves to his father.

“Treasures?” He muses, moving closer and lower to get a better look. “I see. And, what do you wish with them?”

“This one is for Uncle Genji! And, this one is for Ms. Orisa! And, this one is for Sashi!” Kamal continues, naming nearly everyone he knew, placing an the object that he decided to gift them down on the floor. “And, this one,” he held a smooth rock up, no bigger than a fist, “is for you!”

Zenyatta felt a swell of sweet emotions flood him, and helping his son hold half of the, “treasures,” they went back inside to start handing them out.

@kawaiibreadhideout
Pffff, I’m totally doing this, you kidding me? That’s super funny!

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Excited was an understatement. They were FLOORED.

It felt like they went through their whole life hearing about ramen, now to be here, going to an actual ramen shop, about to eat real ramen.

Yes, of course they’ve had had the cheap cup of noodle stuff (curtsy of Junkrat’s stash), but they never really had the chance to try the real deal. These days, ramen shops were getting more and more scarce, leaving it hard to find, and a bit pricy.

There was one notable company, and that was Rikimaru. They had managed to get some products into a few stores, but being told by multiple people that the fresh version was better, lead them to decide that, for the price, it wasn’t worth it.

“Hurry, or you will freeze.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah!” They pick up their stride to catch Hanzo, who was moving rather quickly through the crowd. He was always a fast walker. “So, this guy was, like, your cousin, right?”

“Distant relative. Though it was like we were close cousins, yes.” He keeps his eyes forward, as not to bump into anyone.

They adjust their scarf, huffing slightly as it slips off one of their shoulders.

“That’s kinda cool that you know him. I mean, in a way, he’s kinda famous huh?” They hum. “This gut practically owns Rikimaru, that’s pretty cool.”

He snorts slightly, “Am I not famous enough for you?” He jests, opening the shop door for them.

“Oh, yeah,” they nod in thanks, moving past him into the warmth of the indoors, “I guess you are famous, that’s so wild.”

“About time you two show up!” A deep voice cuts in, “It has been much too long!”

This must be the guy. They didn’t really look related, though.

Hanzo bows politely, a small smirk making it’s way to his lips, “I see you have yet to grow any taller.” It seems that hit a nerve.

“Hey, you are certainly one to talk! What are you? 153 centimeters?” The man chuckles at his own joke, slowly shifting his gaze to the Shimada’s companion.

He lazily composes himself before bowing with an introduction. They respond accordingly and he shows them to seats set in front of his cooking station.

“Order whatever you like! It is on the house!”

“Absolutely not.” Hanzo protests.

“Well, I will not take any money you try to give me.” Hanzo eyes narrow at him, and he cockily tosses his ladle in the air, before catching it and doing it again.

Hanzo huffs, leading the other man to smirk. Knowing is victory, he turns and works on the food in front of him.

Deciding on what to get was a somewhat overwhelming task. But, once the order was in, the bowl was out in no time.

The first serving was nearly scarfed down. They couldn’t help it! It was so good!

The man slide over a second helping before they could even ask, and that was gone as Hanzo finished his first.

When the third one came, they took it a bit more reluctantly. However, as soon as they were reassured it was okay, that was gone too.

And there sat Hanzo, dumbstruck, watching them dig into their sixth bowl.

“I did not know that you were this hungry.” He states as they wipe their lip and blush.

“I guess that was quite a few helpings, huh?”

“Not at all.” He counters seriously. “I was afraid from the rate that you were eating that you hadn’t had food for days.”

They let out an embarrassed chuckle of sorts and continue it with an excuse that it was, “really good.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it!” The third party chimed in. “Reminds me of how someone I know use to act.” He eyes Hanzo playfully.

He nearly glares back at him.

“Oooooooh! Embarrassing stories about Hanzo? I’m all in!”

Nice to see y'all are enjoying these time traveling shenanigans just as much as I am! (・ω・)ノ

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ZENYATTA:
He was assigned to you in the beginning, as a councilor of sorts. That was something he would never mind doing; he enjoyed helping anyone who wanted it.

However, something about you seemed different than others he had worked with.

Yes, you were frazzled- an expected response- but you accepted him, trusted him, at a much faster rate than he was used to.

It was……..refreshing?

Either way, you quickly became one of his favorite students and closest friends. His team of two suddenly became a group of three, and he was left with a confusing feeling, striking him silent in the most peculiar moments.

“You called me master?” Genji peaks around the open door leading out to a close grassy cliff side, perfect for meditation.

“Yes, do you have time to speak with me?” Zenyatta sits there, petting a stray cat in his lap, under the shade of a large tree.

“I do.” He settles next to his master, cross legged as always. “May I ask about what?”

“Of course,” he rests his hand on the back of the purring cat, “I wish to speak of my emotions. They have become more and more confusing as time passes.”

Genji nods in agreement. “I understand. I will do my best to help you master.” He folds his hands in his lap. If he was being honest, he didn’t feel anywhere near qualified to assist him.

“I am glad.” He hums, “Now where to begin?” He taps his chin. “Perhaps the warmth in my chest.”

“Warmth? Are you sure it is emotion causing it?”

“Yes. I had a doctor check it.” He sets his hand on his chest plate, “I believe it is caused by my body overworking itself due to unknown circumstances. It is a feeling akin to a fierce battle; though, one is not occurring at the time.”

“And, when does it happen?”

“During the normalities of my daily routine.” He lowers his hand and glances at it, “There are times as well were I cannot think, or am forgetful. Though, it is not happening now.”

“That is interesting. You still have no idea what the cause is?”

“No.” He sighs. “Do you have any suggestions, my student?”

“I am not sure. Human and Omnic emotions sometimes differ,” he pauses, “however, if you were human, I would think that you were either sick, or had a crush.”

“A crush?” It was more of a statement than a question. “Yes, that would make sense.”

“It would? But, on who?” Though he tried to hide it, his extreme curiosity coated his words.

“Hmm. Perhaps [y/n].” He begins to pet the cat again, and it lets out a contempt chirp. “Yes, as I think about it, I believe it is correct.” He beams at Genji. “Thank you.”

“It is no problem.”

GENJI:
Good friends, to Genji, were hard to come by. Sure, he had many acquaintances, but not many people above that.

It took maybe a day of knowing each other to move into friendship. He was ecstatic, to say the least, to find someone so fond of his presence, and who would also laugh at his lame jokes (to which he told a lot).

“High five!” You boast, and he complies, following it up with a fist bump. Childish, he knew, but he was allowed to be such. “Haha! Nice.”

“No fair!” Lúcio fakes a huff. “I’m not used to going on three! I panicked!”

“Okay, my turn.” You place your fist in your palm, determination in your eyes, “Me and you, death match.”

“I will not lose to you again!” He readies his stance, Angela counts down, and you both release your weapons.

“Paper beats rock, Genji wins.” She announces.

Lúcio knowingly sets his hand on your shoulder as your head falls. “Looks like we got cleaning duty.” You groan loudly and he nods solemnly, “Me too.”

“It’s best to get started now.” Angela starts, shooing the two of you out. “The storage room needs a lot of work.”

“We know,” you sigh and turn to leave, “c'mon Lúcio.”

As soon as the door shuts behind you, Genji begins his speed walk out, only to be stopped by Mercy’s expecting hum.

“You weren’t expecting to leave without giving me an update, now were you?” His shoulders droop, knowing he’s already lost.

“No, of course not Doctor Ziegler.” Curse his polite nature! He knew she only wanted to gossip, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be rude enough to lie in order then leave.

She clasps her hands excitedly and smiles wide. “So, any new developments?”

“No, nothing has changed.” Her smile disappears slightly.

“Still nothing?” He nods and she frowns, “Genji, I thought Saturday was the day!”

“It was.” He crossed his arms, pausing his thought, carefully choosing his words. “Until I accidentally spilled juice on them.”

She was struck with silence. “I- and how did that happen?”

He places his head into his hand, “I was……….showing off…….”

“Genji,” he hears her scolding him, “we talked about this!”

“Yes, I recall.” He runs his hand down his faceplate, “I was nervous and not thinking. I did apologize, but that may have made things worse.”

“Is that why there was broken glass on the floor?”

“Yes.”

She let out a short sigh, “You do tend to make a big fuss around them.” Steam leaks from his shoulders and he turns his head away. She shakes her head, tapping her foot against the floor. “Maybe it would be easier if you didn’t try so hard. I’m afraid, at this rate, you might end up really hurting someone.”

He shifts on his feet and nods slightly. “You are right. I should try to handle this less forcibly.”

“Do you want me to brain storm ideas with you?” She offers.

He perks up a small bit, “It would be most appreciated.”

MCCREE:
It was no secret that you were immediately shy upon meeting the cowboy. But there was something else about you, something……..odd.

Maybe that wasn’t the best way to put it- yet he didn’t know what else it would be. So, his curiosity drove him to you. He needed to know what it was.

Now, believe it or not, Jesse was a smart man; and when feelings started to occur, he immediately started to distance himself, only to realize that he was in too deep.

For him, a fling was something he could handle. Real romance? Haha! No.

“Hey! Mr. Jesse, any chance I could talk with you?” Oh, it was that Lúcio kid. What could he want to talk about? They weren’t exactly friends; more like acquaintances.

“Sure, I guess?” He shoves his hand into his pocket, and uses the other one to scratch his beard. “‘Bout what, exactly?”

“[y/n]-” Why you? What about you would he want to talk about? Oh. Oh god! The jig is up, he knows; he’s gonna tell you! Abort, ABORT.

“You doin’ okay over there, buddy?” Lúcio sways slightly on his heels, “You’re getting a little pale.”

He coughs in his hand to rid himself of nerves. “Yeah, just dehydrated, I reckon.” His body feels a bit more clunky, “I didn’t quite catch what you said there before.”

Moment of truth. He knew this day was coming, but did he prepare for it? No.

“If you say so…” He wasn’t entirely convinced; it was written all over his eyes.

He distantly remember you telling him that Lúcio was incredible at reading people, and that wasn’t helping him calm down one bit.

“I was just asking what you thought I should get for their birthday?”

Ah.

Well, doesn’t he just feel like an idiot.

“I’m sure whatever’s fine.” He wanted this conversation to end so that he could go to his room and scold himself for getting so worked up over nothing.

“Are you sure your okay? Nothing’s up?” There was a pause, not long enough for him to respond. “Is it about [y/n]?”

“Uh-”

“It is!” He exclaims, pointing. Man, he was good at reading people.

“No, it’s not!” Jesse crosses his arm, glancing around the room. He’d rather not talk about this in a public place.

“I promise I won’t tell no body!” This boy was getting excited. He shuffles over to him and jokingly jabs his side with his elbow. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll be my present to them, huh?”

“Now that’s just ridic-”

“Oh my god. I was just joking! I didn’t know that you actually liked them!” How much more excited could this kid get?

“Look, I don’t really want to talk about it.” He lifts his hat off his head, runs his fingers through his hair, and places it back on his head. “Not here, anyway.” He gestures to the open, and thankfully empty, lounge.

“Oh yeah, got it!” The Dj whispers at him with a wink. “I’m totally willing to help you out, dude!”

“I….. just might take you up on that offer.”

“Really!?”

“Not if you keep shouting!”

“Sorry.”

———-

I really like writing Lúcio……. Can you tell?

(I’m also really tired, so please excuse my mistakes ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ)

I’d like to take a moment to apologize to the first anon. I told myself that I’d get this done in under two weeks, and we have past that a few times over. Heh heh…..

So, anon, if you’re out there, I am small and forgetful and love you! Please forgive.

————-

You were making a difference.

…At least you hoped you were.

Being an office worker was not ideal, but neither was field work really. The only reason you agreed to do this job was because it had, “Overwatch,” branded all over it. In a dedicated organization like that, especially as small as it was, every job was important. Plus, someone had to watch over your boys.

You stretch your back. Geez, this whole week was nothing but reports and papers and meetings and then more reports. Not to mention, the Junkers over-the-top way of doing missions, was not helping. It seemed they didn’t realize, or more likely, didn’t care that destruction leads to paperwork. Paperwork that lands on your shoulders.

At this point, you could practically feel the bags under your eyes, and a coil in your back. It was hard to believe that anyone could spend all day everyday sitting on an uncomfortable chair, staring at a screen.

Whatever, you were almost done typing up this mission statement, then you were home free!

Oh, what’s that? An email with instructions to handle the legal works of the last two missions? Therefore elongating your workday and preventing you from leaving early?

Oh boy.

You were making a difference. Please be making a difference.

___________

“An’ then it falls!” Jamison watched eagerly as another piece is taken off of the tower and placed on top. He frowns at it stability.

“Your turn.” Mako points at you. You shift forward looking it over before settling on a holographic piece and sliding it out.

“Aaaaaannnnnnndddddd…..” He taps his fingers against the table.

“Read em’ and weep, James.” You lean back, glancing past the Jenga tower you had downloaded earlier that week. You cross your arms and let your head lay against the back of the couch. God, your neck was killing you.

“-urn.”

“What?” You realize that you had been resting your eyes, leading you to zone out.

“I said, ‘it’s your turn.’” Junkrat sets his head in his hand. “You feelin’ okay?”

“Yeah. Tired, sore, y'know, the same old same old.” You take out a piece.

“Maybe we should go to bed soon then.” Roadhog suggests, checking the time.

“Nah, being able to relax like this is more helpful honestly.” You reach above your head in a stretch, back cracking in the process. “I’m fine with sleeping normal time.”

You roll you shoulder and wince at the sudden jolt of pain. A string of curses catches your attention and you turn to see a pile of blocks and a defeated man.

“Jenga!” You shout to mock the smaller man. He glares back at you and huffs. You put your hands up in defense. “Hey, I was just kidding!”

He pauses, noting the stiffness in your movements. He puts on a nasty grin, wiggling his fingers. “Oh, what’s that? Ya askin’ for massage are ya!” He stands quickly, startling you.

“Hey! No! Stay back!” You push closer to Roadhog and he raps his arms around you, trapping you. “Traitor!” You gasp, wiggling in attempt to break free.

“You’re not escaping this time.” He rumbles from behind you.

“You’re gonna get a massage an’ like it!” Jamison half jokes, half boasts.

“I refuse! I refuse!” You laugh, backing as far away from him as physically possible.

His hands land on you shoulders with the most evil chuckle he could muster. He works your muscles as you fake struggle, just to make things harder on him.

The night ends with you passing out, mid massage, face first in your bed.