#overwatch requests

Author's Note: Can I just say how much I love this idea? I really hope I won't mess it up. I added a twist to your request, hope you won't mind it too much :( Thank you for requesting and I hope you'll enjoy it.

Overwatch recruit!Ramattra with Overwatch agent!reader

He could sense everyone's stares as he walked through the halls of the Overwatch Watchpoint. He got accepted there as a recruit (a soon-to-be agent), but only in theory. Practically, everyone was hesitant and slightly judgmental because of his tumultuous past and brutal acts.

Everyone tried to be mature about the situation and he appreciated it at first. However, day by day, that forced and rigid diplomacy he got from every Overwatch agent was driving him insane. Ramattra was expecting this type of approach yet, he longed for a true interaction. He wished for a real conversation.

Ramattra was convinced that he was entitled to receive those reactions from the other agents after all the damage he has done in the past. That is exactly why when you approached him with kindness, he was surprised.

You noticed how he carried himself, how he tried to fit in and prove himself as a recruit and wanted to help him. Also, you couldn't deny how captivating he seemed to you. There were times when he accidentally caught you staring at him but he brushed it off. Again, everyone else was staring at him.

Of course, before any mission, there was a meeting with both recruits and agents. Ramattra thought how clichéd it was that no one sat next to him. Not that something as insignificant as this mattered to him. "Hello, recruit." He heard a voice coming from his right side. "Greetings, agent." He automatically responded in an official tone before looking at you. It wasn't a memorable first encounter but he thought about it all day. Not because someone finally sat next to him and greeted him but because you smiled at him like you were honestly happy to see him. No one seemed truly glad to see him there.

Since that day, you always sat next to him. He was surprised that you would ask about how he's adjusting, how he finds working for Overwatch, and other questions. At first, he thought that some other agent ordered you to interrogate him but as time went by, he noticed how you were more interested in how he was feeling rather than any other information.

Ramattra wouldn't admit that he longed for more time spent with you. However, he would come up with different questions about missions and other agents to ask you. He could find the answer to those questions alone easily, but it was the most suitable strategy to get to interact with you more.

Days went by and you still were the only one who was treating him with sympathy and equality. Getting closer to one another felt natural.

Back in his days as a monk he learned a lot about gratefulness and although he had nothing to feel grateful for a long time because of the omnic crisis, now he finally found something. Someone.

During meetings, there were countless moments in which your hand would subtly move closer to his on the table, during meetings. Cassidy is the only one to catch that move so he smirks and tips his hat to you and Ramattra. Since he noticed that wholesome moment between you two, Cassidy was the next agent who has become friendlier to Ramattra.

What's more about those meetings is that Ramattra is always attentive to what everyone has to say but when you are the one talking? He is mesmerized. When you talk, in front of everyone and your eyes would linger on him, Ramattra fixes his posture a little bit.

The funny thing is that no matter how he felt growing more and more fond of you, he still called you "Agent" or "Agent (your last name)". He wanted to keep showing his respect.

One day, you hear that Ramattra will be sent on a mission without him being in your assigned team. It was a dangerous mission so of course you were worried and of course, you wanted to let him know how you felt just in case something dramatic happened. As he was getting himself ready, he was surprised to see you in his quarters. He stopped fixing some belts immediately when he noticed the distress on your face. You step closer to him, avoiding his gaze and confusing him. Was there something wrong?

Requests are open, you know my rules. THEY WILL BE OPEN FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS.

Request: Could we have a fluffy Colton cowboy with a witch s/o? It would be cute watching him have no clue but being supportive, like thinking something would be nice on an altar.

Oh of COURSE, as a fellow witch I fully support cowboy boyfriend being confused but having the spirit. (Just a drabble tho, preparing for Winter prompts :)))

Content Warnings?: Deity worship (though no specific deity), deity communication, brief Genji mention, mention of veils, spells, familiars, and incense

here u go lovelies

Hey everyone! I’m finishing up requests for the month and wanted to talk about something that I’ve mentioned before.

I no longer take Overwatch requests. I haven’t for years. I have 3 sitting in my ask box and I’m going to complete these. I’m guessing the influx is because I’ve been posting my old stuff on AO3. These requests are different enough that I’m fine doing them but Overwatch tends to get repetitive for me, one of the reasons I stopped writing them.

Going forward, I will NOT be taking Overwatch requests. They will be deleted.

Care

Synopsis: Jesse comes home after a long day working. You help him settle in.

Word Count: 452 Words

A.N: Requests are open! <3

You’re all wrapped up in a sherpa blanket with a cup of warm tea in your hands. A laptop is open in front of you, an episode of your favorite show playing. You lean into the screen, your eyes squinting at the harsh blue light. You ignore how much it stings your tired eyes, though, continuing to brave through the pain in order to squeeze in one more episode.

The front door creaks open in the other room. Jesse is back. It’s even later than usual.

You reach to pause your episode, your finger hovering over the mouse for a second, but you click it eventually. You toss off your blanket and set your tea down on the bedside table and hurry outside the room.

Jesse walks in. His tired hands reach up to his shawl, and he tears it off and casts it aside. His eyelids flutter shut for a moment, his brows scrunched up. “Hello there, darlin’. Looking mighty fine as usual.”

“Glad you’re back,” you sigh in relief. “You look exhausted. Let’s get you to bed.”

Jesse laughs, but his voice is hoarse. “Exhausted? Your eyes must be playin’ tricks on ya. I’ve got plenty of energy to--”

“Shut up, Jesse. Come on, let’s go.” You cut him off before he can finish. He giggles, half to himself. 

You grab him by the arm and guide him to the bedroom. He walks with an obvious limp that he tries to hide, but to no avail. He stumbles through the doorway, almost tripping, but you steady him. “Sorry,” he mumbles, his head turned slightly away from you.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed now, Jesse,” you reassure him. “I can tell you had a long day today.”

You sit him down on the bed and gently urge him to lie down. His large body collapses on the mattress, which squeaks loudly. You drag the blankets over him, and you can hear him sigh softly.

“Goodnight, Jesse,” you murmur next to his ear, laying a gentle kiss on his temple. You straighten up and start to head to the door to give him some space to rest, until he groans, “Stay here, love. I haven’t been able to see you all day. I miss you.”

A small smile crosses your lips. Even when he’s on the verge of passing out right then and there, he still manages to make your heart flutter. You climb in bed with Jesse. He rolls over and buries his head in your hair. “You smell nice,” he whispers. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Get some sleep. You deserve it.”

“I’m home”, you muttered tiredly as you pushed through the door, taking a half step in as the door slid shut behind you and dropping your purse to the ground. Combing a hand through your hair you took several more steps forward, kicking your shoes off and letting them land someplace behind you. Today had been a long day, not necessarily high stress but every bit of you wanted nothing more than to be back home and in bed or on the couch wrapped in your boyfriend’s arms. 

Reaper

“Gabriel”, you called out, not really expecting a response in return, sighing softly as lights automatically turned on as you began to pace through the house.

Gabriel, or Reaper as he was infamously known, often came and left at a moment’s notice. To Talon, he was one of their finest agents, to the rest of the world a psychopathic murderer. To you, and Sombra in a way, he was a double agent, working to tear down the organization from the inside and restore the peace that the world so desperately needed. More importantly, at least to you, he was your darling boyfriend who spent as much of his free time with you as he could manage. You knew what you were signing up for when you entered this relationship, sporadic times together and long times apart, but you couldn’t help but miss his presence on nights like tonight. 

“You rang?”

You screamed as you felt two arms wrap around your waist, smoke in your peripheral fading as more of Gabriel solidified against your back. You heaved a heavy sigh as the adrenaline rushed from your system, leaning back into the man. You could tell he was armorless, no extra bulk or uncomfortable edges pressing into your back or rear. Normally you’d elbow him, chastise him for scaring you, but you were just absolutely relieved he was home. Turning in his arm, you didn’t look up at him before pressing your face fully into his chest. Your arms wrapped tight around Gabe’s middle, nuzzling into the subtle warmth that emanated off of the man.You practically melted as his natural musk poured over you, amber and cedar and something distinctly Gabriel that made you feel ridiculously relaxed. He didn’t say anything, one of his dragging up from your waist until it was combing through your hair lightly. You felt the tension melt away, humming into his chest and squeezing him appreciatively. 

“Long day?” he asked quietly, receiving the barest hint of a nod before pulling his hands away. You whined quietly at the lost of contact before feeling his body dip down, his hands grasping at your thighs and hoisting you up until your legs wrapped around his waist. “There we go.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck and placing your cheek to his shoulder, you couldn’t help the soft contented sigh that tumbled from your lips. He dropped unceremoniously onto the couch, pulling you fully onto his lap and squeezing you tightly. Pressing your face into the crook of his neck, your smile grew as he rubbed your back in slow circles, pressing his cheek to the top of your head and nuzzling affectionately. Words weren’t needed now, his touch enough to quell any of the former anxieties you had felt about the day. 

McCree

“’m in the kitchen darlin’!”

You lifted your head up slightly, the smell of flavorful spices and meat and vegetables making your stomach rumble. You weren’t exactly sure what the gunslinger was cooking, but whatever it was smelt delicious. You allowed your nose to carry you comically across the room, practically floating over, the tiredness in your limbs temporarily forgotten. As you rounded out of the foyer and into the kitchen, you couldn’t help the smile that settled onto your lips. McCree was adorably domestic, he said it was due to his upbringing on the farm but you think it was due to the man simply holding a love of taking care of those around him. No matter how many times you had seen him in the kitchen, you couldn’t help the small laugh that tumbled from your lips as you rounded the corner. 

He was dressed in his red flannel shirt, sleeves rolled up as he cooked,  and those jeans that you swore were more sculpted to his ass than any denim had the right to be. His hat sat off to the side and you knew the only reason it was off was because he had put that apron on. It was adorable, quite frankly, and he absolutely adored it when you wore it but when he wore it…goodness it looked ridiculous. It was a  cutesy, pink apron with frills around all the edges and around the neck, on you, it wrapped around your hips a bit and looked a bit like a novelty waitress but on him it did cover his front but it just looked so…silly.

“Well hey there, baby doll.”

Just thought I'd be fun. Wouldn't do every person because reactions have to be different and there is alot of characters! Request any you want to see. Hope I got these okay.

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Angela

Makes sure you're on insurance and makes sure she brings medical supplies in case you both get injured when driving.

She has no fear of your driving as flying can be worse.

Soldier 76

Scares you with his commands and yelling attitude.

He's frightened of your driving so can you blame him?!

McCree

Calm…until you swerve on a turn.

Really wants you to get better on your driving soon so he doesn't see his life flash before his eyes.

Hanzo

Patient and calm. He knows that you're new at this and you'll get it eventually.

Has to stop himself mid way into yelling, because he remembers it'll probably stress you out.

Genji

Like Hanzo, he's patient as well.

He honestly starts you off with the basics first. Which means no roads that are busy or traffic. I'll say about two months in he'll let you or until you think you're ready.

Ana

She had Fareeha, she knows how to teach you.

She insists on you to read all the books before even getting your hands on the car door

Tracer

Second guessing and repeated instructions every three minutes

Soon enough you learned quick and just drove on when she ranting on her instructions and guessing, pretending to listen so she wouldn't get mad about it.

Sombra

Will literally hack the car if you mess up once.

Okay but this is me tho??

McCree: He’ll literally help you turn the entire house upside down as neither of you notice that they’re still on your head. Defeated, the both of you will drop onto the sofa but then they would slide down your head and land on your nose. “Oh.” Would be all you could manage before you both burst into laughter.

Reaper: He just sighed and stared at you. Neither of you said anything as you tried to decode the look he was giving you. All it took was him to raise his eyebrows before you understood what he was on about. You grinned sheepishly and reached to grab them off your head. “… Thanks, Gabe.”

Genji: He’s honestly such a little shit. He’ll know EXACTLY where they are, but he just gets so much entertainment from watching you run around the house trying to find them. Once you give up, it’ll take him around 20 minutes to calm down before he says, “They’re on your head… by the way.”