A story that starts off standard spiderbyte where eventually sombra has to turn widow over to overwatch to save her life, knowing widow will forget about her after shes “cured”. Widow, after “waking up” and coming back to whatever stability looks like, falls in love with Angela. Leaving sombra to pine from the shadows, both happy that her love has found a normal life, and gutted that it’s with another woman.
My main personalty trait is honestly that I want all overwatch women to be meaner. Mercy is terrifying if you ever question her expertice, Tracer regularily gets in barfights if anyone starts talking smack, Widow will actively start rolling her eyes and sighing dramatically if you bore her even a smidgen, people are petrified when they hear the things Ana dares to say to Reyes’ face. Moira has like four charges for war crimes against her and even she seems mellow and well tempered compared to Hana on a loosing streak
Can we get echo X reader general HCs? I’m an aircraft mechanic and am in a content drought for drone wife <3
"Echo"
Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Echo x Reader
Rating: Orange [🟠] (Equivalent to G/PG)
Warnings/Mention Ofs: Suggested/Implied Fluff, Implied Possible Death/Shut Down Scenarios
Word Count: 711 Words
Author's Note: Went loosely on the idea of Reader being an Aircraft Mechanic, as I forget that planes exist half of the time anyways. Hope this was decent besides that.
There’s plenty of ways that the first encounter with everyone’s favorite evolutionary robot, programmed with a rapidly adapting artificial intelligence, can be initiated. This particular time it happens to be ol’ Cassidy dragging Echo with him to the hangar that was provided by Winston after the recall of Overwatch, wanting to have her checked out by the hangar’s major Aircraft Mechanic: (Y/N). “Figured, ya’know, since she flies and all those fancy mechanical things, that you’d want to check her out.” Was Cassidy’s reasoning, also mentioning that the other members were seemingly reluctant about Echo’s presence and history. Overall, the next few encounters with Echo are somewhat awkward, her trying to create conversation with (Y/N), only receiving small responses at first. Eventually (Y/N) becomes more comfortable with Echo, engaging in long conversations as Echo decides to spend time in the hangar.
Does Echo actually know everything? Is she able to just research information about anything on a whim? Could Echo be fooled with false questions or false information? It becomes one of their favorite activities to do, constantly being teased about being “super nerdy” by some of the other members. They’ll go back and forth, spitting out information about topics, seeing if the other has any correct answer. Other times it’s (Y/N) asking dumb questions intentionally in attempts to say if they can fool Echo, though most of the time it doesn’t end that way. A quick moment, that soft whirring coming from Echo that signifies that she’s doing her research internally, then she gets that appearance of excitement and gratification. It’s almost similar to Kahoot, except Echo is always in first place at the blink of an eye.
After most of the other employees have retired for the night, often in the late evenings to early nights, the duo ends up leaving the hangar to go to a place that’s more open, but also secluded. It’s there that their conversations become more personal, Echo talking about experiences with Dr. Mina Lio before her passing while (Y/N) talks more about their past and how they ended up here again due to the recall of Overwatch. There’s some times where they sit in almost complete silence, briefly talking about the constellations and theories about how far into the universe they might be able to go someday. On some occasions they’ll drag a radio out along with them to fill the air with some classical tunes, (Y/N) watching Echo flutter throughout the sky, dancing to the music so elegantly.
There’s always that anxious worry from inside, more from (Y/N) rather than Echo, about Echo coming back home injured. What if the injuries are beyond what (Y/N) is capable of repairing? What if Echo comes back injured to the point that the recalled Overwatch decides to just shut her down for good? Not that Cassidy or (Y/N) would let that happen. On the other hand, it’s more of a fear to lose (Y/N), in Echo’s opinion. Echo could always be rebuilt, always have her “consciousness” placed within another robot or Omnic, whatever it may be. That wasn’t possible with (Y/N), and getting another (Y/N) is practically impossible. Something that always lingers in Echo’s thoughts whenever (Y/N)’s sent off to a different location to help assist in mechanics, or the occasional chance that they’re sent on a mission. If Echo can tag along, she will. If not, she’s sure to make sure she’s has a line of communication open at all times.
Something that’s more calming, and easier to do with the both of them, during their down time is sightseeing. Yes, Echo could just process media of the places and what they have to offer, but what’s more fun than actually traveling and experiencing those sightseeing moments? Getting to actually see the height of some buildings and events in person. Getting to experience the local people, their cultures, their traditions. It’s a series of experiencing one thing after the other, making those memories especially with someone that you care about, and getting to tell those experiences to others. In the end, seeing Echo happy makes (Y/N) happy, and they’re glad that they took the opportunity to get to know her.
I decided to paint mercy in a medieval-crusader inspired skin! It took over a week to make, but I am quite pleased with the results and I learned a lot!
Check out my Instagram for more art! > https://www.instagram.com/bluemist_72/
May I request either headcanons or a scenario (whichever you think fits best) where Angela Ziegler comes home angry from work and beats wife!reader to relieve stress?
I know this is a yan blog but I apologize if that crosses a line.
Thank you!
Pairing: Mercy/Angela Ziegler x Reader/You
Word count: 1,990
Warnings: Beating, abusive relationship, blood, missing teeth, talks about cheating, drinking.
Description: OH BOY This is... Oh god... I wrote this in one night and I had probably WAY too much fun with it KEK I really love writing like REALLY dark stuff because it's a really good vent for me. I've kinda had a rough week so being able to take it out on... You... Is fun! :D
Summary: You're a cheating whore, admit it!
How late was it...? The clock was all blurred... It must have been after 2 in the morning, let alone it raining. I was starting to get worried. I had made dinner hours ago. She wasn't home yet. I don't like going to bed alone. I don't like not having her by my side... Her smells, her smile and warmth. She was my comfort and my rock. She was so much stronger than me, so it hurt to know that she wasn't safe. She was on a mission, has been for the past couple weeks. But when she called me yesterday, she told me she would be home today. She told me she would be home by 5 in the afternoon. So why is it... I sat up from the couch and looked to the digital clock. 1:30 in the morning and she isn't here yet?
I felt the need to call her. I wanted to call her. Maybe then she would tell me that she was running late. But then again, why didn't she call anyway and do that? I know she can get caught up with paper work and patients, but I still want her home. I miss her soft hands, her gentle touch on my face... I wanted to feel her lips on mine.
Maybe if I just texted her? Would that help? But I don't like feeling like I'm pressuring her into coming... Fuck it. I'm texting.
I rushed to turn on my phone, taking it off the table and switching on the on button, and glaring down at it. I went to the messages, opening up Angela's and running my fingers over the letters, and typing out a quick, “Honey I miss u when r u coming home???” I pressed send and exited out the keyboard. I waited. I stared. I saw the 'read' come over the text, then I saw the texting bubble pop up. I smiled.
“Went 2 bar wiff sum frens will b hom soon” Is what it read. I felt my smile instantly fad. She... Went to the bar with friends instead of coming home to me? And it was obvious that she was drunk... Am... Am I not worth coming to see after nearly an entire week of nothing but myself? I felt myself shrink into the couch behind me, folding my brows and looking down at the phone. I switched off the messages and turned it off, slowly setting it onto my lap and staring out onto the table.
It's fine. It'll be alright. Even though I wanted to spend the night with my lover and have a nice relaxing dinner... If she needed to do something to help relieve stress on her terms, then that's fine too. I'm patient, I can wait for her to come to me when she's ready... You know, she probably saw some traumatic stuff on her mission. She probably needs to talk to her friends and vent it out with alcohol. It's alright.
I got up from the couch, setting my phone down on the coffee table and turning to the kitchen and dining room. I looked over and saw the plates of food on the dining table... I felt myself shrink again... I wasn't really sure how I was going to explain to her that I wanted to have dinner with her. It might hurt her. I hope it wouldn't, but I also wanted her to know that I took the time to prepare some rather expensive steaks. They would be going to waste, and I felt shitty for having to throw them away.
I sluggishly moped over to the dining room, picking up either plates of cold food, and went to the kitchen. I lifted the garbage lid and dumped them into the trash, feeling a sense of sadness in my chest grow as I went to the sink and put them in there. I wanted this house to be clean by time she got here, so I had swept, mopped, scrubbed the tables and kitchen... Hell, I even cleaned the fridge! And I only do that once every blue moon. I was definitely a typical housewife. But that was fine on both mine and Angela's terms. I didn't like working, only when I had to. But Angela loved it. She just liked helping people.
The differences between me and my wife were exceptionally large. I was much shorter than her, she was much stronger than me, and if you asked me... Way better looking too... She always gets men asking her out, and I'm lucky if I get even a second glance from any man OR woman. I wasn't really one to be thought of as a prize like Angela talks about me. Angela loves me, I know she does... So this little bar visit is very unlike her. I don't expect her to be by my side at all given times, of course... But it's just unlike her to stay her distance from me. We have always been consistent on our dates, always close emotionally and physically. So for her to just throw me to the side without something as simple as a text...
Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe she just needs time away from me... I'm not sure. But I feel uncomfortable, self-conscious... I just want her home. I want to sleep with her and cuddle all night.
I was in the middle of washing the two plates, getting ready to dry them and put them away when I heard the front door open. I jumped at the sound, shaking myself out of my thoughts and turning my head towards the person. I felt my heart pick up as I saw Angela come through the door, I quickly put the plate down and went to the edge of the kitchen, staring intently and waiting for her to notice me. She turned around, a glare in her eyes as she snarled her top lip at someone.
“I hope you rot in hell, stupid bitch. If you ever message me again then you'll get a mouth of led. Get the fuck out of here before I undo those stitches on your stomach.” She slammed the door, taking in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and turned around. My mouth was agape, shocked by what I had just heard.
“Honey?” I asked lowly, making her jump and surge her eyes open.
“Fuck, (F/n).” She cursed, her expression still angered, livid but slightly frightened.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” I giggled, feeling a little silly but also nervous that she's angry.
“I thought you would be in bed.” She said, starting to take off her coat. She slowly brought it to the hook on the wall, hanging it there and turning to me, still having that disgusted look on her face.
“I wanted to wait for you. I thought you were going to be here sooner, so I waited...”
“Don't start complaining...” She groaned, making my heart flinch.
“I'm sorry?” I brought my hands around and fidgeted, watching her closely as she went to the kitchen and looked around.
“No dinner?” She snarled.
“Oh- I just dumped it- It was cold and soggy.” I explained. She shook her head in frustration.
“You should have told me you weren't making anything. I would have gone out and ate by myself.” She looked away from me and towards the fridge, pulling on the handle and opening it.
“I-...” I stuttered, “I did make something. You just-” I cleared my throat. “You didn't come home when you told me you were, so I tried waiting-”
“Are you going to keep bringing it up?!” She shouted. I flinched at her harshness, making my brows fold.
“Honey is something wrong?” I walked over to her and slowly put a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. The instant I did though, she turned to me and sucker punched my nose. I whimpered, flying back and tripping over my footing. My back end hit the tiled floor. My back cracked as it hit, both hands flung to my face in pain. I blinked up to her, my eyes filling with tears as it clouded my sight.
“A-Angela!” I cried, now completely terrified.
“Do you have any idea what I've gone through for the past year?! Having to deal with work, having to deal with patients, and constant whining from every person around me?! And then when I finally decide to come home, to relax and see my stupid, IDIOT wife... I learn from a friend that you're CHEATING on me?!” I could see the rage in her eyes, and I bet she could see the fear in mine.
“Wh-What?!” My voice cracked. “I have no idea what you're talking about!” I was being honest.
“Don't lie to me, you dumb whore.” She shook her head. “All you do is lie!”
I blinked up at her then put my elbows behind me to get up. I pushed myself off the ground, looking at her with blood running down my mouth, forcing me to taste tangy copper.
“Angela, please. You know I wouldn't ever do that! Where is this even coming from?!” I pleaded, but she just glared daggers at me, hands balled up into fists and shaking with spite.
“You're lying, I know you are.”
“Honey, I think you're drunk. Maybe you should lay down-” She grabbed my shirt, yanking me to her and towards the fridge. She slammed me into the hard metal, banging my head against it and sending my ears ringing.
“Admit you're a cheating whore!” She screamed at me, leaving my ears no time to cool down as I blinked harshly at her tone. I held her fists in my hands, trying to pry them off of me in fear that she will punch me again. And when she didn't get an answer out of me, she did just that. She bundled up her right fist, plunging it at me and forcing my head to smack into the metal behind me.
“Angela! Please!” She hit me again, making me cry out in pain and attempt to get out of her grip. I knew she was a trained professional.
“Shut up or admit it!” She yanked me towards the ground. I reached my hands up to catch myself on the floor, looking up to her but I saw her boot come straight at my face. She kicked me in the mouth, I flung back and landed on my back. I opened my jaw to catch my breath, immediately coughing on a tooth that flew into my throat. I rolled over on my stomach again, puking up blood and the tooth.
“Angela- P-Please!” I begged. She pushed my shoulder, forcing me on my back as she pinned me there with her boot.
“Admit it, dammit!” I stared up at her, my right eye quickly becoming swallow. My throat was starting to soak with blood, making me cough and gag at the taste.
“I'm not-” I gagged, “Going to admit-” I coughed, “To something I didn't do!” She obviously didn't like that answer as she took her boot off my shoulder and swung it at my stomach. I whimpered, feeling the pain shoot through my entire body as I tried to roll over on my knees. She kicked me again, I kept crying, wanting to get away. She grabbed my shoulders, jerking me onto my back. She climbed on top of me, now making my eyes widen and tears flow down like a water fall as I saw her pointing her pistol at my face.
“PLEASE! PLEASE NO!” I shouted, my voice gurgling.
“Shut-” She brought the gun around and hit the side of my head with it. I saw my sight go white, but she did it again. And just like that...
At least I lived to see that she was gone the next morning...
Saw that mercy got a milf haircut in overwatch 2 and ran to this blog.
Milf haircut.... and as you should! Welcome to this blog. It's been a bit inactive but I'll try my best to be more active again. Maybe I'll post some more Overwatch 2 Mercy just for you.
I dreamt that I was playing Symmetra and suddenly was all alone with an enemy Widowmaker and it turned into an exciting cat and mouse fight.
Very exciting…
