Lesbian Overwatch Imagines

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Digital Log: A CRush

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, “...  ;)

“

(A/N: More are coming within the next couple of weeks!)

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On My Own

Ashe x Reader

Anon Asked:

Can you do one where Ashe sees the reader cry for the first time? It can be when they are together or before :). Pls and thank you!

***

“What are doing here, Y/n?” The guard asked as I walked up to Ashe’s office.

I glared at him until Ashe called for him to let me in. I bumped my shoulder into his as I walked past and closed the door behind me.

Ashe raised a questioning brow at me as I sat down in one of the chairs. I sighed in shame, feeling the weight of the words I was about to say in my chest. Why did my feelings have to be so heavy?

I looked at her while she continued to go through paperwork, mentally preparing myself for the potential argument that was going to follow. 

“I can’t stay here, Ashe.” Her head snapped up in surprise and her eyes widened in worry and confusion. “I ain’t as happy as I used to be here. Gang-bangin’ was fun and still is, but I need to go home back north.”

I needed to think about myself instead of just the gang. I needed to find out what exactly I wanted and what I needed.

There was obvious hurt in her eyes. “As long as I knew where you were going, you could’ve just left, darlin’.”

I shook my head while I stood up and faced the door, tears falling down my face. “I have to take this journey alone, Ashe. For now, you gotta be okay with not knowing where I’m at 24/7.”

I heard her chair scrape, signifying that she got up. Her footsteps came closer and closer behind me until I felt her arms wrap around my waist. She buried her face in my neck and said nothing for a long time. Eventually, she let me go, but not before giving me a soft kiss on the lips and cheek. 

Ashe pressed her forehead to mine as she met my eyes. They were glossy and red, but accepting of my decision. This wasn’t me breaking up with her, was it? It was just me needing time alone. “Just come right on back here when you can, alright? I’ll be waitin’ for you, darlin’. It’s just you, always has been and always will be.”

We both closed our eyes as a silent goodbye before I turned and walked out through the doors. I quickly wiped my tears as I walked away, not daring to let anyone see me crying. Anyone. I may have been leaving for who knows how long, but even on the way out, I had a status to uphold until the very end.

“I’ll be back soon, Ashe. I promise you.”

A/N: Aaaaand that’s a wrap! I hope you guys liked it (even though it was a little short)! More coming soon! I did my best to imagine her voice in a southwestern accent, as I’m indeed from the north! So please don’t bash me on grammar, as it was wholeheartedly intended! Have a great day! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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Bad Day

Moira x Reader

Anon asked:

Gimmie a nice Moira comforting her SO after coming home crying after a bad day, if you don't mind! Please & thank you!

Paperwork upon paperwork upon paperwork filled my desk at my job. Usually I didn’t mind, but today wasn’t the greatest day. Every time I would go out to deliver reports, at least a few people would start talking shit about Moira on purpose, trying to get a rise out of me. However, the only thing I could manage today was a dirty side-way glance before continuing on with my day.

After my shift was over, I clocked out and started heading out of the building. Unfortunately, some of the smart-mouthed recruits from earlier were blocking my exit. As I drew nearer, they started mocking Moira and making rude jokes about her sexuality and whether or not she’d marry her rabbits over me. I internally growled and was about to say something, but Captain Amari already beat me to it, having heard everything they said. She walked up beside me with Fareeha, who playfully bumped shoulders with me, making me stifle a little laugh.

Ana cleared her throat and the recruits immediately straightened their backs while saluting to her. “Harassment and childish behavior will not be tolerated in Overwatch. You all will be punished for this tomorrow and will be sent home. Now, get out of my sight. That is an order.”

I had to keep the smirk from showing on my face as I started hearing sniffles and muttering coming from the group while they walked away. I turned toward Ana and gave her a pained smiled, too tired to offer anything else. “Thank you, Ana. Today hasn’t been the best day as it is, so I appreciate this very much.”

Ana returned my smile, but with more ease and no pain. “You are family to me. To all of us. You’ve earned your place here, unlike those idiots. Go home and take it easy, Y/n.” Then both she and Fareeha gave me hugs before walking off to the commons area.

I sighed as I walked out of the building. As much as I loved what Ana just did for me, the day was way too tiring and stressful, especially without the support of Moira, since she was always working late hours and didn’t make it home until after I was asleep most of the time.

When I got home, I opened the door to our empty house, as expected. Moira was never home before me. There were only two instances due to the facility losing all of its power in the past three years since we’d moved in together.

I gently closed the door, fighting my tears of exhaustion and stress. How does Moira even deal with this? I was just about as passionate as my job as she was to hers, but even I needed my time away. How could she work seven days a week for almost 14 hours straight without getting a good night’s rest?

Unknowingly to me, tears started falling down my cheeks as I walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch and thought about the things the already retired newbies made fun of. How could they be so unmindful of how hurtful those words actually were? How they made me feel? If they would’ve put themselves in my shoes and felt what I felt as they mocked my lover, they wouldn’t have done it, I’m sure. 

“But of course, they only think about themselves before realizing their mistake.” I whispered to myself. I knew that everyone made mistakes, some more painful than others.

I was so focused on my thoughts and how bad I felt, that I didn’t notice the front door quietly opening and closing. I only noticed when Moira actually came into my view, her quickly noticing the tears streaks and my bloated face. I saw her tense as she studied me and I knew that she was trying to see what made me so upset without asking me directly. After a few seconds, she sat down beside me and surprised me by pulling me into her lap and wrapped her arms around my shoulders as even more tears fell. She didn’t say a word, just rubbed my back soothingly and kissed the side of my temple.

I, of all people in the world, know that Moira is not a very affectionate lover, so I took advantage of this moment and cuddled a little more into her and sighed as the last of my tears rolled down my face. 

Moira hummed and gently wiped the wetness off. Then she picked me up and carried me to our shared bedroom, laying me down and covering me up. She then laid beside me and cuddled me for the rest of the night, not saying anything other than, “We’re both taking a vacation week, starting tomorrow, mo shíorghrá.” (”my eternal love”)

A smile adorned my lips as she kissed my forehead before we both fell asleep in each other’s arms.

(A/N: As always, I hope you enjoyed reading this! This is one of my more serious stories, I think. Writing something like this is kind of new to me, I guess? I’m liking it so far :). Thank you for sending in the request and I would love to hear more from you all! I hope you have a good day and/or night, my friends!)

REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN

(Credit to the artist of the gif. @muggertime )

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UGH you just started out yet you're so good at writing HOW???

Thank you! :) I actually have other writing blogs for different fandoms. My most popular one so far is my DCEU imagines (I deleted it on accident when I was close to 1k followers), but I'm coming back with that. Thankfully I saved all of my fics and reposted them from my personal :). But I've been writing since Wonder Woman came out and I decided to write about OW, even though I haven't played the game yet lol.

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Gone Away

Pharah x Reader

Anon asked:

Can I get a Pharah x reader where you are presumed dead after a failed mission? Like you were shot off of a cliff by Reaper and everyone thought you died after like a few months of searching with nothing turning up? Pharah isn’t on this mission with you.

Gunfire and shouting were all I could hear around me. The mission was supposed to be simple; get in, retrieve data, and then get out. These were the kinds of missions that were given to rookies because of how easy it was supposed to be, but alas, here I was.

“Y/L/N! GO! I’ll hold ‘em off!” McCree shouted. I nodded and ran toward the adjacent direction of the gunfire, to our extraction point. I did my best to stay out of sight, but someone saw me and followed me with ease. When I glanced behind me, I saw an old soldier. Someone I used to admire as a kid. Gabriel Reyes, now known as Reaper.

I stopped running when I reached a cliff. I stared down at the water and then turned around to see Reaper standing a few feet away, not moving an inch. He raised his gun to my chest and snickered.

“You’re cornered, mi amiga. Give me that drive and I’ll let you live, with consequences of course, but you won’t die.” He kept his gun leveled at my chest, unwavering. I sighed and laughed, pressing a finger to my earpiece, realizing that this would be the last thing I’d get to say.

I glared at Reaper as I spoke into it. “Fareeha, I am so sorry. I love you sweetheart.” 

I barely got to finish my sentence when Reaper pulled the trigger, sending me flying off the cliff with the drive still in my hand. The last thing I remembered was Reaper looking down at me as I crashed into the water.

***

(2 Weeks Later)

I woke up, somehow, in a bed. My head was pounding and I felt as if I was going to throw up. I groaned, forcing it down as I got up, shaking off my dizziness. I looked around, taking note of the small cabin I was in. I slowly stood up and walked over to the window, immediately noticing that I was nowhere near where mine and McCree’s mission took place.

“Fuck, how much time passed? I need to get to Fareeha. My love.” Tears threatened to fall from my eyes. Had my message even gotten to her? Are they looking for me? They had to be.

I gulped and wiped at my eyes, turning around to inspect the cabin. It had no bedroom, just a bed off to the side with a small kitchen. The only private room was the bathroom. Otherwise, it was an open flat. There was no phone or any electronics except for the microwave, stove, and mini fridge.

I walked over to the front door and walked outside, looking around to hopefully catch sight of my potential savior, but found nothing.

“HELLO!” As my voice echoed through the woods, I heard a tree fall down to my right, not too far away.

“I’ll be there in a minute, stranger!” A deep male voice shouted out. I sighed and went back inside the cabin, sitting in one of two chairs stationed by the front window. I studied my wounds and discovered just how badly injured I was. I couldn’t see through the bandages, but I could tell big chunks of my chest were missing and my back was badly bruised. The bruise on my side was a very dark red and I just knew that my back was worse than that. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as an older man stepped through the door.

He looked a little like Fareeha, but I shook that thought off as he sat down in the chair opposite of me. He frowned in worry.

“You’ve been out for two weeks, Y/n. I’ve tried to contact emergency services, but I have absolutely no reception out here, I’m afraid.” When he saw my surprised expression, he chuckled. “I’m Sam, Fareeha’s father. It’s unfortunate that this is how we officially meet each other, but I’m glad you’re here. We need to get you to a hospital, and fast. You have a lot of internal bleeding caused from your fall.”

I nodded and smiled at him. “Thank you, Sam. It’s an honor to finally meet you and as much as I would like to stay here and get to know you better, I need to get back to Fareeha. As far as I’m concerned, everyone thinks I’m dead, which isn’t good.”

He sent me a pitying smile. “It will take weeks, maybe months to get to her. I only have enough gear to get to the hospital.”

I groaned a little as Sam chuckled. He gently patted my arm and looked me in the eyes.

“I know the pain of losing someone you love dearly, Y/n. That’s something I never hoped Fareeha would have to go through, aside from her mother. I’ll get you back to her even if it means I have to carry you on my shoulders the whole way.” A few stray tears fell from his eyes as he squeezed my shoulder. I thanked him and hugged him before we started packing for the long journey ahead.

***

(2 Months Later)

After we stopped at a hospital, we continued on our journey. The phone lines were down at the hospital and had been for the past year, so they had to rely on old radios, which were kind of ineffective if you needed an airlift. So, Sam decided that it would be quicker to travel by foot, which it was. It took a couple months, but it was worth it. If we had stayed at the hospital, we would have been there for more than six.

“Aaaand, here we are, Y/n. Let’s hurry before the base locks their doors for the night!” Sam exclaimed.

We walked through the woods and then hurried to the gates, eager to finally be at home. We stopped once we got within a hundred feet, because a spotlight was quickly shown on us.

“You’re not supposed to be-” I saw the guard’s eyes widen as she recognized who I was. “Y/n? You look so different! Please forgive me.” The woman turned and shouted orders to open the gate and then turned back to me. “Go on ahead with your friend.”

I smiled and gave a nod before I took off to the front doors of the base. I stopped just short of the entrance, becoming too nervous to go in. A hand on my shoulder startled me out of my thoughts. 

“She’s waiting for you in there, Y/n. Go and show her you’re alive and stronger than ever.” Sam kindly smiled at me, which eased my nerves enough to go in. Nobody was in the lobby, but I could hear voices coming from the lounge area. I quietly walked over to the open doors and peeked in seeing Lena, Zarya, Lucio, and Angela talking to each other by the bar. I continued looking around until I saw Ana and...

“Fareeha.” I whispered. Sam seemed just as melancholy and surprised as he noticed who was sitting next to his daughter.

“Ana.” He breathed out. He looked so hurt, but also happy that his love was alive. He looked at me and gave me a pained grin, nodding toward Fareeha, who’s back was turned to me. “Go and make a huge entrance for me. I’ll, uh, wait out here.”

I wanted to comfort him as much as he comforted me, but I knew he wanted to be alone. Discovering that your significant other was alive after a decade? That had to have hurt more than me being away from Fareeha.

I took a deep breath and walked in, quickly catching the eyes of everybody except for Fareeha and Ana. Gasps were heard and then, as expected, a bunch of bodies slammed into me, hugging me tightly. Especially Zarya and Lena.

“Y/n, I can’t believe it, you tough bastard!” Lena sobbed. I kept hugging her even as the others let go. She was practically my sister, the only one aside from Fareeha that kept me going on my journey.

“I missed you too, Lena.” I cooed before Zarya took her and held her instead.

I was about to turn to Fareeha, but as it turned out, I didn’t have to. Toned, strong arms wrapped around me gently as she buried her face in the crook of my neck, despite her being a little taller than me. I could feel her hot tears trailing down my skin as she cried silently. I wrapped my arms around her neck and relished the feeling of her skin again, her smell, her warmth...I missed her so much.

She pulled away enough so that our noses were almost touching. Her thumb softly grazed my cheeks, as if I would disappear into thin air. Her eyes, now red from crying, looked at me with disbelief and despair. I wiped away her tears and kissed her, tasting the saltiness of our tears. Our lips moved in sync until we couldn’t breathe anymore.

“You’re alive." Fareeha said, her voice cracking. "You're here."

I chuckled as a few more tears fell down my face. “Of course I am, sweetheart. Who else would beat your ass at basketball?”

She laughed.

(A/N: I hope you liked this one! I haven’t been on lately because my computer battery is completely dead! Like completely! So I have to keep it hooked up to the charger 24/7, which is a bit inconvenient, but oh well. 

Requests are always open! Send them my way! Oh and please be a little more specific when sending them, so that I can write them more accurately to your liking :) )

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Trapped

Ana Amari x Reader

Prompt: 

Jack sends you on a mission to retrieve highly valuable information on a new and powerful terrorist group, that seeks to destroy everything in its path to pave way for a “better” world. Ana is sent as your second pair of eyes, watching for any threats and protecting you from the worst. However, sometimes some things are out of her control.

“Y/L/n, do you read me?” Morrison’s voice sounded through my coms as I crawled through the air vents of an abandoned, but mysteriously clean and operating hospital.

I sighed quietly and pressed my thumb to my ear. “I read you, Jack. I’m in the air vents. According to the reports, there’s a secret room that this group meets in every week. I think I found the vent that leads into it.”

“Alright, Y/n, but I only need information right now. I don’t want them to know that we’re after them yet, so please stay out of sight. Morrison, out.” 

I nodded to myself and contacted Ana when I heard voices. No one was supposed to be up here at this time, so I could only assume that they were part of this group we were after.

“Ana, I can hear voices outside of the vent I’m in. Can you see them?” I asked. There was a short pause before she answered back.

“Yes. They seem to be heading where you are heading, so keep going. I will do my best to keep you safe, Y/n/n.”

I blushed at her nickname for me. It was endearing and sweet.

I took a deep breath and continued down the vent until I reached the room. The vent I was in was suspended about 15 feet in the air, and right above a meeting. To confirm that it was the terrorist group, I looked for their symbol.

I contacted Ana and spoke in a hushed voice. “There’s a meeting going on here. Looks like we came at the right time, Ana. Do you have a visual?” I waited for a reply as I recorded the meeting, but as 15 minutes came and went, I knew something was wrong. I hoped nothing had happened to her. 

As I worried and tried contacting her again, I started to smell gasoline and...fire? I looked down through the vents, but didn’t see any smoke, however, it seemed as if I wasn’t the only one that could smell it. Something was wrong, but it had nothing to do Ana, fortunately.

My suspicions were confirmed when I heard Ana’s voice ring out. “...Y/N, get...o-there...no-w!” Even as the coms were breaking up, I knew exactly what she said. But it was too late to escape.

Blinding white light lit up the room and carried through the vents. Everything seemed to go black as I felt sharp, burning sensations throughout my entire body.

***

I felt...weightless, like I was being carried on a cloud, but with Thor’s hammer laying on my chest. What happened?

“Y/N! Where are you? Please, I can’t lose you too!” 

A voice. A special voice; one that I should know, but can’t seem to remember.

“Y/n, make some sort of noise! I’m not leaving without you, my love. Please!”

Anguish. So much anguish and fear coming from her voice. Ana’s voice. My sweet angel.

I tried speaking, but blood and spit caught in my throat, causing me to start coughing violently. Luckily, Ana heard it. I heard a lot of scuffling and clanging. The heavy debris that was laying on me got lighter and lighter until I could see Ana’s face. She was the only thing in my vision that I could seem to process.

Unshed tears were in her eyes as she attempted to lift something that was still on me, but then I felt scorching pain in my chest and I yelled in agony. Was a piece of debris embedded there?

“Y/n, listen to me, I will get you out of here even if that means sacrificing my own life.” A few tears managed to fall from her beautiful face. Her being sad was the only thing processing right now. Not the pain, not the seriousness of the situation...nothing. Just that she was crying. I need to fix that and make her happy somehow.

I did my best to smile as I reached up with my only functioning hand and wiped the tears from her eyes. “Don’t cry, Ana. I’ll always be with you, you goof. Besides, if I passed, who would pull dumbass pranks on the recruits with Fareeha?”

She playfully scoffed through her tears, which made my smile grow wider. Though, it disappeared when we heard voices down the smoking hall because we soon realized that they weren’t Overwatch agents. Ana’s breathing grew faster as she tried to lift whatever was on my chest. I grunted in pain and grabbed her arm with my free hand.

I looked her in her eyes, pleading. “Go, Ana. If they catch you, then what was the point?” I handed her the drive with the recordings. “Take this to Gabe and Jack. There are a bunch of innocent people that will die if you don’t get this recording to them.”

Ana shook her head and gently took my face in her hands. “Like I told you: I will sacrifice my life for yours. Evac is a few minutes away, so I should be able to hold them off until then.” She kissed my cheek and pulled out her handgun, getting ready to fire on the agents. “Just hang in there, Y/n/n. Fareeha’s waiting for us to come home.”

I snorted and grinned as I blushed. “I would never hope to disappoint her if we didn’t, Striker.”

(A/N: I’m sorry for the wait! I’m using my sister’s computer to write because mine is at my dad’s :/. I hope you enjoyed this! Requests are always open if you have any ideas! -AL)

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Imagines Blog Introduction!

Hi! My name is AL, and I’m a thirsty lesbian :). I recently got into Overwatch and I made the mistake of watching every animated short and reading through most of the lore (I’m fucking HOokEd). So I’ve decided to kick up a blog for imagines. I write actual stories, but I’m up for possibly doing headcanons every once in a while :). I

The characters that I write for are: Ana Amari, Brigitte Lindholm, Hana Song (D.Va), Mei-Ling Zhou (Mei), Angela Ziegler (Mercy), Moira O'Deorain, Fareeha Amari (Pharah), Olivia Colomar (Sombra), Satya Vaswani (Symmetra), Lena Oxton (Tracer), Amelie Lacroix (Widowmaker), and last but certainly not least, Aleksandra Zaryanova (Zarya).

I’ve also read a lot of other Overwatch imagines, so I think I have a general idea of how to write these characters. I hope I do not disappoint any of you :).

Updates might be slow because I don’t have my personal laptop, but I will do what I can!

I have never written NSFW imagines, but I’ll accept them and see what I can come up with. Also, I don’t do the alpha/beta/yandere stuff that I’ve seen around on here and on AO3. It’s not that I don’t like them, it’s just that I’m not comfortable with actually writing them. Other than that, I’m down for whatever you come up with!

Requests are always open!

-AL