Widow is far from a caretaker, but when she finds you balled up with a heating pad crying in the middle of the afternoon, she knows you need something from her.

She doesn't want to offer the drugs Talon supplies her with because of the state it keeps her in, but Widow does go through Sombra to get you the best painkillers she can find.

When that turns out to just be a surface problem, Widow does something a little unexpected and offers her company. The contrast between the heating pad and her cool body is almost like a little reset.

It's not a permanent fix by any means, but Widow is shocked to find herself almost looking forward to these moments of innocent intimacy.

She tries to remember the things that helped when she still had a period and that's how you end up with a room of sweets.

Begrudgingly, she does go to Moira about things that would medically help to lessen the impact on your period. Moira doesn't question it, but she does make note of it.

Doubting that you'd want to take supplements, Widow goes to the kitchen to have more vitamins and minerals added to your diet around and during your period.

You do take pills to try and regulate the bleeding, but Widow still tries to keep an eye on you. Sometimes she can tell when it's a particularly heavy day and she lures you into bed so you can sleep it off.

Her biggest concern is not letting the others get the impression that you're a liability. The last thing she wants is for one of them to get the wrong idea and start a tirade aimed towards you.

The Reader is a new Talon agent and goes by the name of Predator who has the next items that make his villain outfit:

The reader is called by Doomfist and gets introduced to the team. He usually never takes off his helmet, so Sombra and Widowmaker dare him to take it off. He takes off his helmet, revealing his handsome/sexy/cold face, making sombra and widowmaker suffer a light nosebleed.

Sombra: Why do you never take that mask off?

Y/N: I prefer to keep the mask on.

Widowmaker: Why, we'd prefer to see that handsome face.

Y/N: There's a scar. I usually don't like showing it off to people.

Sombra: Well take it off, come on.

Widowmaker: It can't be that bad.

Y/N: Alright, if you insist.

Y/N removes his Predator mask, revealing a scar going through his right eye.

Y/N: So?

A little bit of blood trickles out of Widowmaker's nose.

Widowmaker: The scar's a nice touch. I like it.

Sombra, nose also leaking: Pretty hot, mi amor.

𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐨 || 𝐖𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

"𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘞𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰"

Inspo: Hozier - Like Real People Do

Pairing: Widowmaker x Fem!reader

Summary: A night in Paris can bring out the softest side from a cold person.

Warnings: Just painfully fluffy

Words 1482

This is my opinion of canon compliant relationships with the talon members. I’m usually a little softer with them in fics but I just wanted to write this in a character study kinda way.

Tw: (mentions of physical abuse and stalking, detailed description of mental abuse)

Sombra x Reader

Anon Asked:

Can I request a nervous Sombra admitting that she has a crush on fem! Reader?

(A/N: But of course you can! Especially after months (possibly a year, maybe two) of waiting! I’ve been so so so busy everyone! And for once, it hasn’t been a completely bad thing! I got a new job as a security officer and I got my dream SUV. I’m so appreciative of these things that life has to offer :). There’s still so much to do, but I find myself having a little free time here and there, which is why I’m back officially. REQUESTS ARE OPEN AHAHAHAHA!!!)

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“Hey, Y/n, what is your deal with Sombra?” Widowmaker asked out of the blue. I raised an eyebrow in surprise, because she never took interest in others’ affairs and it was probably due to the fact that Moira conditioned her to never feel emotion.

I cleared my throat and said, “I don’t know what you mean.” I knew exactly what she meant and as much as I’d like to talk about it, I just simply didn’t know how to conversate on the topic.

“Yes you do. Talk to me.”

I gaped at her in confusion, knowing that she could see me out of the corner of her eye as she cleaned her rifle. I took a deep breath before letting it out. “Well, I have...feelings for Sombra and I mistakenly sent her a text that was originally meant for Akande, since he loves hearing about love stories and whatnot. The text said, ‘I have a crush on somebody that you may not know’ because I wasn’t sure if he’d met Olivia at that time. So, long story short, she got mad for some reason and has been ignoring and avoiding me since then. Is she mad that I have a crush on her or does she have a crush on me and assumed I was talking about someone else?”

Widow snorted. “Sounds like you are overthinking it. What do you think her issue is?”

“Well, I don’t want to be bold and say that she has a crush on me when she might not, so I’m not sure.” I slouched.

She sighed. “Oh chérie,” Widow took the butt of her rifle and pushed it against my back, forcing me to sit up straight. “Pick yourself up and get a grip. This is not the time to sulk; this is the time to rise. You say that she has been avoiding you, no? Then find her and confront her! Fight and win.” 

Then she got up and left for the shooting range, not that she needed any practice. I honestly thought she only went to show up the recruits.

I smiled a little bit. It as very unexpected of Widowmaker to be a life coach, especially since she was supposed to be lifeless on the inside and out. Could she be breaking her shell?

I shook my head and sighed, “No time to think about that now. Let us go and find the one we call Sombra.”

***

Knowing where the cameras were made it super easy to sneak around and eventually find Sombra’s hiding place. It was nothing short of a lab, except there were wires and computers everywhere, giving off the impression that this was a makeshift/temporary lab.

“Sombra! Where are you, please talk to me!” I hollered, my voice echoing.

No answer.

“Please, tell me what I did wrong, mi amor!”

No answer.

I squeezed the bridge of my nose in frustration. I knew for a fact she was here and watching me, so I pulled the last line of defense.

“Olivia Colomar, así que ayúdame si no me contestas, nunca volveré a hablar contigo!” I shouted. What I said roughly translated to, ‘So help me, if you don’t answer I will never talk to you again’.

I could practically hear the eye flinch. Quiet footsteps sounded behind me, making me turn around to face Olivia. She had no significant expression on her face whatsoever, making me even more frustrated.

“What do you want, Y/n/n?” She asked, keeping her cool look. My heart started beating a little slower after she called me by my nickname. So, judging by that, maybe she does have feelings for me and assumed I liked someone else?

I gulped, preparing myself to address the elephant in the room. “What was that a couple weeks ago, Olivia?”

“What do you mean?”

I grunted in exasperation. “You know exactly what I mean! Why have you been avoiding me and ignoring me over a text that wasn’t meant for you?”

Now, that’s what made her unwind. “You want to know why, Y/n?! It’s because I’m in love with you for crying out loud! I know that you didn’t mean to send that to me, which means you were trying to keep it a secret! We both promised we wouldn’t keep shit from each other! And then you sent me that text that was meant for Akande, like he was all of a sudden someone to be trusted when you know he would go public with that information! Why couldn’t you trust me with that?!”

I stood there in silence, taking all of that in. She’s in love with me? My mouth opened and closed, trying to find the right words, but I just couldn’t. How do you respond to that? Dammit where’s Widowmaker when you need her coaching?

“You know what? Forget it. I’m out of here.” Olivia turned hot on her heels, but I didn’t let her make it that far. Without thinking, I ran in front of her and stopped her from going further. 

“Wait...I know what I want to say, I just don’t know how to say it is all. I-I...” I took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes as I continued, “I’m in love with you just as much. Growing up, we’ve been attached at the hip through thick and thin. We always tell each other what’s up, but I didn’t know how you felt when I started realizing my feelings for you, so naturally I got scared. The only person who could even remotely give me advice was Akande, however that role now goes to Widowmaker, as she’s the one who pushed me to talk to you. Please, forgive m-” 

Before I could finish, soft warm lips attached to mine. I responded almost immediately, having been caught off-guard. Our lips moved in sync as if they were made for each other. Hands grabbed me by the belt and pulled me closer while mine affectionately pressed to her cheeks. After a few minutes, we stopped to catch some air.

I started chuckling in happiness, prompting Olivia to do the same. Giggling fits were the best.

She wrapped her arms around me and I did the same. She got her face close to my ear and whispered, “You’re not getting away with calling me out the way you did when you stormed in here. You know that right?”

“Well, depending on how good the consequences are...” I purred out as she smirked, “...  ;)

“

Pairing: Widowmaker x Reader (platonic)

Characters: Widowmaker, Doomfist

Warnings: N/A

Request: Wattpad- "It's a hobby of mine to prove you wrong."

Word Count: 401

Author: Aaron

Apologies for not answering this sooner but I wanted to make sure that I gave this the proper time it deserved. I'm sorry for whatever someone has put you through (that’s never okay).

Nevertheless, I hope this helps!!______

Every so often you would find yourself to be confident and on your a-game. It wasn’t often that you would be caught off guard. It wasn’t often that you found yourself….unbalanced. 

Someone you considered to be your friend, an ally….someone you held once in some sort of regard now fell flat on your list. You felt something that you couldn’t quite explain. Lost perhaps. 

Lost was one way to put it. 

You rub your temples and sigh. So many emotions spinning yet none at all. It was weird. Surreal. You felt everything yet you felt numb. 

You were betrayed. You were played. It was not something you were used to and it wasn’t something you knew what to think about.

A buzzing noise came from your comm, it was Amèlie. You felt a small bit of relief wash over you. She sends you a message asking about you. It has been about a day or so since she last heard from you. Most unusual. 

She knew something was wrong. She knew you too well. Before you knew it she was at your doorstep with wine in hand and a few of your favorite movies. You invite her inside and by the tone of your voice she knows something is wrong.

“Mon Amiè,” she began, “tell me who it is and I’ll deal with them personally.”

You chuckle at her bluntness. She knows you just far too well and you can’t help but laugh. You give her a hug and she returns the embrace.

“Is it that girl Julianna?” her voice is stout, “Is she bothering you again? Oh I swear when I see her-”

“Amè, it’s fine you don’t have to go overboard!” you blurt out worried she’ll go too far this time.

The french woman swiftly shuts the door giving you a cold but protective look.

“I’ll deal with her,” she says flatly almost robotically.

Amèlie struts into the kitchen to find the bottle opener. You know it’s going to be a long night but you’re relieved to see her. She may be hard but she means well. You were her best friend, her only friend she opened up to. You knew how much you meant to her and how she hated to see anything ever happen to you. It made you feel so happy but at the same time almost guilty. You didn’t want to worry her or for her to be upset. 

She pops open the wine and pours you both a glass before you retreat to the couch. You tell her that Julianna finally went too far this time and how played you were. You weren’t expecting this and tears start to gently fall down your cheeks.

Gentle arms wrap around you and hold you as the tears fall. You feel a pat on your back as soothing french words lull you to relax. You couldn’t quite place it but you always felt safe with her. She never failed to relax you. Never failed to take all the pain and fears away.

Before you knew it you felt much better. As she pulled back and took a long sip from her glass, you knew everything was going to be okay.

“Hey Amè?” you ask.

Her eyes perk up, “Oui mon Amiè?”

“Can we get some ice cream?” you answer.

“I though you’d never ask,” she laughs.

You return later with your precious treats from your favorite place down the street and begin your long awaited movie night. There were laughs, there were shouts, there were angry french curses and popcorn thrown at the screen. But a night well spent indeed.

Two days go by and no word from Julianna. You happen to be talking with Reaper and catch up on a few things. Amèlie passes by as Reaper happens to mention Julianna by name. You glance over to Amèlie who continues to walk but out of the corner of your eye you see her glance over with that strong wicked smirk of hers.

“What have you done now?” you say to yourself. 

Almost on que as if Amèlie could hear you she answers, “No one can hide from my sight.”

“She dead,” Sombra appears from her cloaking right next to you, her voice quite sarcastic and direct.

You knew Sombra was kidding but you couldn’t help but laugh.

I’m sorry this is so late, but I really hope you’ve made a full recovery now! <3

Widowmaker finding out her s/o has had a recent hospital visit:

Her expression doesn’t change when she first hears of it, but she holds her s/o’s hand tightly in hers (if she can). She calmly asks if her s/o is alright, and when they will be expected to recover. Only her s/o and people who know her really well can see how tense she is.

She seems unfazed on the surface, but she barely lets her s/o out of her sight and is always there if they need help.

If there’s any sort of medicine or medical equipment her s/o could benefit from having, Widowmaker makes sure they get it. (She’s more than willing to break into a few hospitals or pharmacies if that’s what it takes.)

Mercy:

Is shocked that she didn’t know or that the s/o didn’t come to her. Wants them to come in for a checkup right away, both so she can make sure they were properly taken care of and just for the sake of having them close.

Makes sure they have everything they need, and asks people like Reinhardt, Ana, Torb, and Jack to keep an eye on her s/o.