#overwatchxreader

Word count: 1823

Characters: Sigma, Reaper

Format: Headcanons kinda

Sigma:

Sigma is a man of science though through his life he’s seen some things that science simply can’t explain. Functional wings on a human being are one of those things

He’s in awe of them constantly asking to touch and study them, (though it takes some time for him to even be comfortable initiating the contact) the realization that they work exactly like birds comes as no shock but somehow he still finds himself fueled by disbelief.

Once you become partners he’d be much more direct about his interest and want to touch them but that might take a bit.

I think he’d enjoy helping his partner pluck them and clean them out, though the first few times he’d be incredibly hesitant about doing so not wanting to accidentally hurt you.

He enjoys when his partner brushes their wings up against him or just allows for him to pet them, it's therapeutic in a sense. The softness of the feathers brings him large amounts of comfort.

Sigma would constantly compliment them though the only time’s he’d confidently do so is while getting lost im a monologue about how amazing and intricate they are.

Reaper:

Reaper is in a way the same, though on a much more internal level.

When he first meets you and find out about your powers he immediately begins thinking of what ways to best use your power to Talons *cough* his *cough* benefit.

He’ll have Moira and Sigma study them though they’d be under strict commands to not cause any damage to the new acet

Things change when he starts getting attached to the person attached to said wings.

At first small things like you losing your feathers would annoy him.

Now he finds it cute keeping some of the feathers as keepsakes. Not that anyone gets to know that.

Reaper has few comforts in life but when you become his significant others the wings become somewhat of one for him.

The air was beginning to get crisp against your skin. Fall had quickly approached, meaning you only had a couple more months until winter. There were ten more weeks until winter break, so ten more weeks until your music project was due...Three weeks until your first presentation in social psychology, three days to complete a seven page essay in personality psychology, and you had a speech to give in your abnormal psychology class today. Your least stressful class right now is your music conducting class. The teacher there was rather nice and did more showing videos and checking to see if you were taking good notes.

Oddly enough, Professor de Kuiper was one of the most sympathetic people you had met. He made sure all of his students were okay and did everything he could to help. He had noticed you looking rather stressed as time progressed and offered to help you in the library with whatever class you need help with. Best he could at least. You let him help too. Just, not with your music. You didn't really want him to know you were planning to major in music as well as psychology. Mostly because you had been told most of your life that your dream to be a music major was pointless and you'd never get anywhere with a degree like that.

"Are you alright Miss (L/n)?" The familiar voice of your professor snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah. Just, working really hard to finish this up." You told him, reviewing your speech once more. "You'd think it would be easier to memorize this since I wrote it but I keep finding things that need fixed so I almost start from square one over and over."

The two of you sat in the library, reviewing your speech for next period. It was a well written speech but you weren't confident in it. It always seemed like something was incorrect or inaccurate. That was just your thinking though. You couldn't help but think everything you did wasn't going to get you a passing grade. You were confident you would fail.

"I've told you, (y/n), the speech is fine. I've read it over twice today. Even the grammar is practically perfect." He assured you. "Just, say it to me."

You shook your head. "No, I can't. It's not okay. I-I have to change the ending again."

He placed a hand on your shoulder. "(Y/n). It's fine."

You stared at your professor for a hot minute. He seemed to be rather sincere about this, as he always was. You always doubted yourself and your abilities though. It wasn't like you could help it though.

"Say it. I'll follow along."

You took a breath, deciding not to argue with him. He always won anyway. How he managed to win, you had no idea. You knew almost every psychological trick to win and yet, he still always got to your head.

"O-Okay professor." You half whisper, taking another breath before starting to state, word for word, was was written down on your paper.

God it hurt to do this. It brought back memories from your middle school years; back when your father made you do this all the time. He knew he was doing wrong to you. He knew he was beating you and leaving marks. He would make you write stories to tell. You'd sit in the living room, citing word for word what you had written on a piece of paper. The story you would tell any and every student and staff member to cross your path. If you messed up, you had to add more to it. Not because he wanted you to, but because you would have to now explain the new cut or bruise on your body.

You didn't register the tears. You were too focused on getting this done that you hadn't noticed them sliding down your face. Your professor had though. He didn't say anything, pretending he was still following along. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't concerned. This isn't the first time you've broken down over something like this. Frankly, you break down over the simplest of things. He's seen you silently cry when you get an answer wrong in class, as if it were the end of the world.

It wasn't until you finished that you felt the wetness on your cheeks. You quickly wiped the tears in a poor attempt to hide the fact that you were crying. The last thing you wanted to do was explain to the school guidance counselor what was wrong. You knew that's where he would send you if he felt something was up.

"See? I told you, it's fine." He suddenly said, pretending he hadn't noticed your crying. "I wish I could be there to see you do this but I've got some work to attend to."

You gave an understanding nod. You had been asking him if he could attend when you gave the speech for a couple weeks now. You noticed you did better when he was around, most likely because you knew he wasn't judging you over anything. He knew you were just a student trying to get by.

"You'll do great though." He shot you a smile before looking to his watch. "I best get going. Five minutes until this period ends."

You nodded again, gathering your things for your next class. You felt so unprepared. You'd gone over everything so many times, and yet, you felt as if you'd never even started. Nerves. It had to be nerves. But you shouldn't be this nervous. He's gone. He can't hurt you if you mess up. Not anymore...

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"Going first is Miss (Y/n)."

Those were the only words you could register as you made your way to the front of the class. After that, you only heard her voice. You couldn't make out words, just her voice. Your heart raced. The words I'm not ready repeated in your mind. You were going to mess up. You knew it. Everyone would see and hate you. They'd smack you in the back of the head and tell you how much of an idiot you were for not stating word for word what you had written. You knew it.

"Whenever you're ready."

I'm not...I'm not ready.

You took a breath and did your best to stop yourself from shaking. You felt the tears in your eyes and forced them back. You couldn't do this but...you had to. You promised Professor de Kuiper you wouldn't back down and you'd stay strong.

You looked up from the ground, heart stopping for a hot second. Sitting in the front row near the door...he was there! He said he wouldn't be there but he was! Your muscles relaxed just a bit, staring right at him. He looked eager to hear your speech, despite having heart it over and over again. So you began to speak. You began to say what you had written, word for word. Your only flaw; you never took your eyes off him. You were afraid what would happen if you looked away. 

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You couldn't believe this was happening. You thought today would be normal. Guess not. You see, after giving your speech, you were asked to gather your things and go with Professor de Kuiper. You weren't sure what was going on.

"Don't look so tense. You aren't in trouble." He suddenly told you. You looked to your professor. He stood at least two feet taller than you so you didn't bother trying to look all the way up. "I just want to talk."

Your heart dropped. No. He was going to get information out of you and send you to the counselor and everything would just get worse! You'd surely be killed for this! You wanted to stop ant just turn around right then and there but your legs kept walking beside him. Why couldn't you stop?

Eventually, you two made it to his office, located near his desk. Inside was really nice, everything being well organized and very clean. There were two doors. One leading to the classroom, the other to his lab. The window on the door to his lab was covered though. In front of his desk was a small sofa, decorated with a couple pillows.

"Sit." He told you, closing the door.

You didn't hesitate. Your father was only a little taller than you and did so much to hurt you. God only knows what could happen if you did something to enrage your professor...

He walked to his desk and sat down, letting out a sigh. "Just know, no matter what you tell me, I will not tell anyone else. Even if I think I need to, I won't."

You've heard that one before.

"But I need to know if you're okay. I've noticed you break easily under the slightest amounts of pressure and tend to stray from befriending any of the students. You socially distance yourself from everyone."

You looked down, trying so hard not to cry. You knew you weren't okay and you knew you couldn't keep saying you were okay much longer. Your body trembled, your mind now flooded with everything. It will never end. You'll never get out.

"No..."

That was all your managed to get out before your emotions took over. Tears poured from your eyes like waterfalls and you struggled to hold in the sobs. You heard him get up and walk to the spot beside you.

"Take your time." He said softly.

You couldn't hold it in anymore. The years of pain. The years of helplessness. The years of torture. You practically screamed, tears coming out faster than before. You didn't realize it at the time, but you had thrown yourself right into your professor, hugging him tight while you sobbed into his chest. Your sobs were muffled, but your trembling body told him this would last a while. He gently wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back as he hushed you. In all his years of teaching, he'd never seen a student break down like this. You looked at if your world was collapsing. It broke his heart. An all A student, top of the class, never turns anything in late, never late to class, always over prepared, and yet, so broken.

It took nearly half an hour for you to calm down enough to talk. The tears didn't stop though. They kept coming. You hiccuped as you tried to catch your breath. Your professor handed you a box of tissues before getting up and grabbing a water bottle from the mini fridge under his desk. He knew you'd need it.

"If you need a Tylenol or Ibuprofen let me know." He said as he handed you the water.

You nodded, opening the bottle and taking a sip. You had never realized how broken you really were until now. Had you really been hurt that bad? So bad that you were breaking down in front of your prof-

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" You suddenly yelped, seeing you had soaked the front of his shirt.

He shook his head. "Don't worry about it. You needed to let that out."

You looked down. It felt so nice to be held when you were crying. You felt human. You couldn't remember the last time someone gave you a hug. Had you ever even gotten one? Hesitantly, you reached for another hug, a small smile appearing on your face when he accepted. You felt safe. God you couldn't remember the last time you felt safe.

"I've been abused for as long as I can remember." You whispered. "I can't remember the last time I've felt a hug...Let alone this safe..."

"It's alright. I understand."

"P-Professor-"

"Please, call me Siebren."

"S-Siebren...If I tell you what happened...You won't tell anyone?"

"Promise."

You shifted so you weren't hugging him anymore. You wiped your eyes, sitting straight up as you did your best to catch your breath.

     The mission was a long one,  which wasn’t completely odd to have for you but it’d been a while since you’d been away from him for such a long time. It had been almost a month now of lonely nights for the both of you. Most nights you didn’t even talk because of the different time zones and how you were always mission focused. Some nights neither of you would fall asleep. You’d just lie there thinking about being beside your cowboy again. 

     But at last, the month was over and so was the mission. It was stressful, having to deal with everyone in a small bunker for a whole month but it was over. You could finally come home to Jesse and you were more than elated.      He was excited too, waiting for your dropship to arrive. He was sitting outside with a cigar hanging from his mouth and a little fidget. When he saw you coming in he was to his feet in seconds. Anticipating the long awaited hugs and kisses.

     The aircraft landed, dust and debris going up in the air as it approached the ground. The lifts door opened and one by one, recruits were piling out. He watched as each of the soldiers walked away, waiting for the one soldier he had missed so much. When you walked out, you immediately locked eye contact with him, your face lighting up. It’d been so long since you’d seen that cocky smirk. You dropped your luggage and sprinted towards the cowboy with your arms extended out for him. He held his arms open too, grabbing you and picking you up off the ground, giving you a little twirl. Laughs and giggles filled the area as you two planted kisses all over each other. You were both starved for affection and it was long over due. 

     “Darlin’, how long had it been?”The cowboys smile was from ear to ear as he continued to hold you tightly in his large arms. You giggled back to him, nuzzling your nose against his.

Hey @overwatchxreader ‘s mod mercy, ik it’s not your birthday yet, but here’s a drawing since its almost twelve but I’m too tired to stay up.

10/10 comeback. Screw that dude; teabagging is so old and distasteful these days.

I don’t have any dumb stories regarding Overwatch, tbh, but since we’re doing slumber party things. Once when I was little I had a spa/High School Musical themed birthday slumber party and, as it goes with little kids, weird debauchery happened. At the end of it we all did end up falling asleep and then the next morning we found out one of my friends at the time had sleepwalked into my room, opened my lil kid makeup drawer where my new chap sticks were (got them at said birthday; the flavored Smackers ones that all little kids are obsessed with at some point, you know the ones) and sleep-ate my watermelon flavored one. Then went back to her goddamned sleeping place.

We found this out when she woke up with the taste of watermelon in her mouth and then I remembered I had gotten a watermelon one. So we went to my bedroom to check it out and half the fuckin’ stick was gone.

Such a beautiful same oh my goooood

S- Stay Alive - Hidden Citizens

A- All Time Low - The Wanted (old but gold)

R- Ricochet - Starset

A- All Eyes - Imagine Dragons

Ahhh you’re one of my favourite authors this is such an honour thank you! I’m not great at writing Zarya but I’m always willing to try so I hope this isn’t too bad!

47: When I picture myself happy…it’s with you.

It was one of those rare days where both you and your girlfriend Zarya had the day off and you always cherished it. Though Zarya seemed to think you should go out and do something you assured her that you would be happier if you could just be in each other’s company and she had just smiled and nodded at you.

Which is how you got to now, you curled up in the armchair in the corner of the room with a notepad balanced on your knees, furiously scribbling down a story that had floated into your mind earlier that day. Occasionally you would glance up slightly to watch Zarya who was cooking you both a meal in the kitchen just next door. You had tried to offer to cook yourself but she had practically pushed you into the armchair and who were you to argue with such strength.

“Dinner is served,” you heard her call through and you finished your sentence before bounding into the kitchen. You smelt the dish before you saw it, your mouth spreading into a large grin.

“My favourite?” You asked excitedly and she simply smiled sheepishly at you.

“Your favourite, Y/N.”

You both tucked in quietly, happy you had got to the point in your relationship where you often didn’t even need words. Zarya soon felt the need to say some though and she lowered her knife and fork, swallowing a mouthful heartily.

“Y/N,” she began and you looked up from your delicious plate, “I just wanted to say…well…”

She struggled to get her words out, as she often did with matters of the heart. You reached across the table to grab her hand and rubbed your thumb across the knuckles reassuringly.

“I know, you don’t have to-”

“No I do this time.” She cut you off and your eyebrows shot up, “It’s just…when I picture myself happy…it’s with you. That’s the only way I can describe it, in English anyway. And you ought to know. So-”

It was your turn to cut her off as you pulled her in for a delicate kiss, the taste of the meal lingering on both of your lips. You both pulled away reluctantly but you didn’t let her get far, resting your head on her shoulder.

Jesse McCree x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Description: Jesse is an early riser and his (s/o) is the exact opposite, that doesn’t stop him from waking them up in the early hours for his own amusement. 

SFW

Character Count: 4061

Warnings: Cussing?? 

Soft kisses were peppered against your neck causing you to stir awake. “Ugh - Jesse stop it.“ It was too early for this. You swatted at the large man laying next to you only to be forcefully rolled onto the American’s chest. 

“Why hello there, sugar’.” A coy smirk was planted on Jesse’s face, the morning light hitting his skin in an almost elegant way. Not that the word ‘elegant’ should ever be associated with Jesse. The cowboy’s eyes were crinkled with misplaced love and his beard scruff kept on brushing uncomfortably against your face as McCree pressed his cheeks against yours fondly.

Trying to get away from the newfound cause of annoyance, you sat up and straddle the flirty cowboy.

“Jesse, why the fuck did you wake me up?” Your tone of voice was honeyed up but the passive-aggressive words and nails being brought trailing down McCree’s chest showed the building frustration. 

Already quite the expert in ignoring his lovers early morning aggression, Jesse didn’t deter from his unspoken goal of having a relaxing morning. Instead he smiled in response to his significant other’s displeasure before he pulled his frustrated lover back down to his chest, the sudden movement causing you to let out a shocked squeal as you were sent flying downwards.

After colliding with McCree’s chest, you swiftly propped yourself back up as much as you could with the large brute you called your lover holding you down. Seeing the mischievous twinkle in McCree’s eyes, you let out an angered yell

“JESSE!! WHAT THE HEL-“ Before you could even get into your tirade, a pair of heavy set lips were placed against your own and successfully shutting you up. You tried to struggle in response but after a moment, gave in as the reality that escaping Jesse’s tight grip would be impossible.

Jesse let out small chuckles as he broke the kiss after a few long moments. He also released his grip on you, trailing his metallic hand down to the curve of your back, raising goosebumps as the cool metal fingertips met the soft, and warm skin. Once his hand found its place, he began to trace small patterns into your back, his free hand propping up his head.

As he got comfortable, his lover's annoyance grew when you realized the sleazy dog you were laying on top of had yet to respond to your earlier claims of displeasure. Deciding to restate your first pleas of annoyance, you spoke again tiredly. “It’s too early. Why’d you wake me up?” 

The western man only smiled causing you to flick his nose. “Answer the question, Jesse.” 

Releasing another chuckle from deep within his chest, he spoke. “Just wanted to see ya’ pumpkin.” The cheeky smirk that laid lazily across his face turned into a fond smile as he saw the scowl form on your face. 

“You see me every day. You know that right?” Your brows furrowed together, showcasing clear displeasure but with a soft laugh from Jesse, your distaste was quickly turned into a barely visible smile. Seeing that Jesse was unable to help himself, he spoke up once more with the intention to tease. 

“...Gorgeous, you really should smile more, darlin’. it suits you.” His words immediately caused the smile he just complimented to disappear. 

You rolled your eyes in response, too exhausted to come up with something witty to say. Instead, pressing your face down into Jesse’s strong chest and mumbling a soft “shut up“ 

Despite your exasperated reaction, Jesse knew he had pleased you with his words as he felt the smile reform against his bare chest. Not seeing the need to continue, he responded with a soft hum as he closed his eyes. 

-Fin