Overwatch-Imagines-Hell

Zarya is a security blanket for you as much as you don’t want to admit it

Having her around makes you feel so much better

When she’s not there it’s like something’s missing

One day while you two were out, she left for a moment to get you both something to drink

You were doing fine until a stranger walked up and started making some interesting comments

“Hey cutie, what are you doing here all alone?”

They probably didn’t mean it but they were really freaking you out

Without having your security blanket, you didn’t have anything to help

You started hyperventilating, telling them you needed to go find your group

You hurried off before they could try and stop you

When you found Zarya, you ran up and grabbed her

“What’s wrong y/n?”

“I’ll tell you when we get home.” You whispered, burring your face in her biceps

The drinks were yummy thankfully, but you were still a little shaken up

When you got home, she insisted you tell her what happened

The two of you sat across from each other on the bed and you explained what happened

“Oh baby,” she said, gently pushing you down onto the bed

She curled up around you, running her big hands up and down your back

Her legs wrapped around yours, making you feel even more secure

“I’m sorry. They shouldn’t have acted like that and I should have been there to help you. Next time, don’t be afraid to call me, even if you think it’s nothing,” she whispered, kissing you on the forehead

She’ll be very gentle with you, making sure you feel safe, secure and loved

He’s very patient about it

Won’t get mad if it takes a lot of work

Starts you off with the basics, taking you to a skating rink

He’ll hold your arms to keep you steady and if you start to fall he’ll pull you back up

You two end up laughing and hugging before the night is over

It may take a few tries, but you’ve got an excellent teacher

He’s so pretty and cool, you had no idea how you managed to get with him

Why would he want to be with someone as bland as you?

You make a lot of jokes about yourself around him

You’re only half joking though

You don’t think anything of it, but Hanzo does

“Why would you say that?”

Nobody had asked before so you didn’t know what to say

“Y/N, do you really feel that way about yourself?”

His face is so full of concern

He places his hands on the side of your face, rubbing your cheeks gently

Seeing how concerned he is makes your feelings well up

You can’t stop the tears

“Hanzo, why do you like me? I’m such a disaster I don-“

“Hush y/n. Stop saying that stuff about yourself. You’re worth so much more than that. I guess I’ll have to make it even more clear to you,” he interrupted, giving you a kiss on the forehead

After that little incident, Hanzo went out of his way to compliment you

If he caught you making a bad joke about yourself he’d twist it into something nice

“I’m so ugly birds die when they see me.”

“They simply kill themselves in jealousy of your beauty.”

“I’m so lame, that’s why I have no friends.”

“No they just can’t keep up with how cool you are.”

It took Widowmaker a minute to adjust to your disability, but now she’s used to it

In the morning, if you two have somewhere to be she’ll set an alarm. Once she’s awake, she gently shake you until you are as well. If you don’t have anywhere to be, she’ll let you get up whenever you please, no rush

She’s not a big fan of noise, so she’s totally fine with you being pretty silent, plus she’s fluent in sign language for work

She’s never been one for talking, so this works out perfectly

When she wants to get your attention, she’s very careful. She learned very early on that you don’t like being snuck up on. It’s kind of scary for someone to appear out of nowhere and since you can’t hear you don’t know she’s coming. She’ll simply place a gently hand on your shoulder and give it a little squeeze to let you know she wants you

When you two go out, she’s almost like your guide dog

She knows she worries too much, but she’s so scared of anything bad happening to you

She insists on holding your hand all the time in case she needs to lead you to safety

Her ears are always trained on the surroundings, listening for any signs of danger that you might not be able to perceive

She’s quick to get between you and someone else if they seem to be getting aggressive. You may be pretty fast as signing, but her fists could say things much faster

She tries to keep you as far away from her work as possible

If anything were to happen to you because of her she’d never be able to forgive herself

Since verbal displays of affection aren’t really the best, and she’s never been good at them anyway, she likes to express her love in more physical ways with things like gifts, hugs, and gentle touches

She loves your drawings and likes to put them around the house or keep a few on her so she can look at them

You thought you were alone in the training room. It was late at night, surely no one would be there to watch your struggle. As you ran you could feel your body jiggle, you self consciousness growing.

The baggy clothes you were wearing were sure to hide it, but you still felt embarrassed. As you neared the one mile mark, you finally broke down, stopping the treadmill and placing your head on the edge to cry.

“Are you okay? Did you get a cramp?” McCree asked out of nowhere.

You nearly fell over at the sound of his voice. It was so late at night, what was he doing there. When you looked up at him, you saw that he was looking at you with such a tender expression. He really was scared that you’d hurt yourself somehow.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine,” You murmured, whipping the tears from your face.

“Are you sure? How about I stay here in case it happens again? I don’t want you to get hurt while you’re all alone,” he offered.

“No I’m fine,” You said, a bit more hurriedly than you had intended.

His eyebrows creased, he looked at you confused.

“Something about that reply doesn’t make me feel too confident. How about you tell me what’s wrong?” He joked, leaning against the treadmill to listen.

“You wouldn’t understand,” you tried.

“Well, make me then.”

You couldn’t say no to those big brown eyes, despite every fiber of your being telling you to run.

“To tell you the truth, I was feeling a little self conscious.”

“Why? You’re beautiful,” he whispered whistfully.

His words made you blush and feel a surge of confidence all at once, and your feelings came spilling out.

“I-I see you around all this gorgeous women with tiny waists and huge boobs, but I’m just a chubby mess. I mean, why would you ever want me when you could have them?”

You hadn’t meant to say that last little bit. He still didn’t know about your feelings, and you weren’t ready for him to know. His eyes widened and you were sure he was going to gag, but then he gently placed his hand on yours.

“Y/N, I don’t care about that stuff. I love you for you, not your body. Besides, you’ve got a pretty fine lookin’ one already,” he winked.

You were completely in shock, you couldn’t even speak, all you could do was look at him. Suddenly, he placed a kiss on your cheek, pulling away slowly.

“Come on, let’s go back to my room where we can talk things out.” He offered.

Reinhardt is like a human mood ring when it comes to you 

Now that you two have been together for a while, he knows what to look for 

He could tell you were stressed despite how hard you were trying to hide it 

What’s wrong Liebling?” He asked, gently setting a hand on your thigh 

Looking up, you e/c eyes met his sweet blue ones that gazed at you with such worry and love 

With a sigh, you started to relax 

You started off slow, telling him only the little stuff, but then you found yourself snowballing 

Soon he had you wrapped in his big strong arms as you cried your eyes out from the overwhelming weight you felt 

Rubbing his hand up and down your back, he listened intently, trying hard to hold you together 

You told him everything, even things you were embarrassed about

He made you feel like you could say anything 

He didn’t think much about it when he heard you were coming 

The best hitman in the Italian Mafia, how good could they be?

He had planned to be as indifferent as ever, that was until he saw you

You were a lot prettier than he had first imagined, plus you seemed to just be radiating confidence as you stood there in your pressed suit 

He always had a soft spot for strong women 

Then when you two started to work together things only escalated from there

You were always flirting over the coms, teasing him relentlessly as you did your job 

Getting a rise out of him was always so fun since he’s usually so stoic 

Especially when he gets all frustrated when you flirt with a target 

He’s so cute when he’s jealous 

Despite all the distractions you two always manage to get your job done, taking out target after target

He thinks your look is super cool 

Everyone has a look; he’s rocking the cowboy thing, you rock the goth thing 

To him, it’s not a big deal 

He thinks you look super hot when you’re dressed up all gothic 

He’ll even try to get y’all matching accessories that blend your looks 

He might get you a gothic serape, or something a little more western looking, but is still gothic while he’ll wear something similar 

You guys are going to get a lot of looks for dressing so eccentrically, but neither of you cares

McCree thinks it’s funny when old people give you two dirty looks 

“If they ain’t lookin’ then we’re doin’ something wrong,” He’ll tease

He just laughs it off, holding onto your hand tightly 

Your house is going to be so oddly decorated, but it will be special to the two of you 

Sure thing~

Fluff

She’s a bit of cold person

Her outer shell is hard, but if you work hard enough, she’s got a sweet center

She’s very kind once she warms up to you 

At times, she’s even a little shy 

She shows her love with little gestures like buying you flowers or taking you someplace nice 

Rub her hair and she will absolutely melt 

She stores a lot of tension in her shoulders from work, so if you rub them for her, she’ll be putty in your hands

The two of you spend a lot of time in a very comfortable silence, holding hands as you enjoy your time together 

N$FW

(I ain’t taking any chances)