pair : hearts2hearts(separate) x hearts2hearts9thmember! reader
summary: how the hearts2hearts members act when reader is touchy with the other members during a fansign
warnings: fluff , slight angst?, comfort. slight jealousy in some
Jiwoo
jiwoo seems the most reasonable
i don't think she’d be jealous of any of the other members because she trusts that they would never make a move on you
she would watch as you take your photos and patiently wait for her turn
hugs you extra tight for your photos together
on the way back she would tease you for how stiff you were when you did aegyo
when you lay down with her at the dorms you ask her if she was jealous at all today seeing you do fanservice with the other girls
“obviously not”
Carmen
i think she would also not care too much about the fanservice
honestly she might be happy to see you getting along with the other members
just for fun she might make a few comments about how much like a couple you and a-na seem to look
other than that she knows that you and her are dating and that realistically you would never cheat on her
so she's not worried about your love of fanservice
“you didn’t think i was jealous, did you?” she would say to you while you sit in the van
Yuha
she would be a little hurt seeing how natural it was for you to act so flirty with the other members
maybe playfully pouting in a way that doesn’t spark speculation from the fans
i can totally see her making a sly comment about how touchy you seem recently
once you notice the sad look on her face you would try to get closer to her / pose together more often
she would be back to her normal behavior by the time you get back to the dorm
but just to be safe you assure her that there's no one else you’d want to be in a relationship with
Stella
i mentioned in the sulky stella headcanons that i see her getting jealous easily and i definitely see that happening here
if you’re at a fansign doing a lot of poses/ cheek kisses with the other members and she notices I think she would try her best not to be near you
avoiding doing poses with you even when asked
the fans would think it was a joke but you knew better
on the ride back to the dorms you would make sure to sit next to her so that you could resolve the issue faster
in general she prefers you save certain gestures for just you and her
Juun
she would definitely feel a type of way but try to be nonchalant about it for the sake of looking good in front of fans
while you hug ian and playfully pretend to kiss her cheek, juun would be watching closely for a second too long before going back to searching through her items
totally awkward when she finally gets her chance to pose with you
doesn't fully look you in the eye
when you get back to the dorms she would be more affectionate than normal
pretends to not know what you’re talking about when you ask if she’s jealous
A-na
a-na would definitely try to one up whatever you were doing with another member
if you were hugging juun and wearing matching hats, all of a sudden she’s backhugging yuha while they’re dressed as jack and rose
while you’re posing with carmen she tells the fans that she doesn’t think you too look good together
is able to get away with her snarky comments due her her playfulness
throws jabs at you back at the dorms saying that you need to step up your game when it comes to fanservice
never actually admits that she wanted your attention to herself but it’s clear to you that that was the reason for her attitude
Ian
i think she's the only one that would actually fight to get your attention at a fansign
when she sees you posing with ye-on and pinching her cheeks, ian immediately grabs matching items for the both of you so that you can pose together
she continues on like that for the rest of the fan meet, for every picture you have with another member, you have two with ian
very clingy on the way back to the dorms, still clingy when you arrive
shamelessly asks you for reassurance
over it by the next day
Ye-on
is actually nonchalant about the situation (unlike juun)
it isn’t until a-na jokingly suggests that you might leave her for stella that she realises that something might be wrong with what you’re doing
stays professional during the fansign, taking an appropriate amount of photos with you and the other members
not avoiding you or causing drama
on the way home she looks more down than usual
as soon as you get home she asks you very bluntly if you wou;d ever leave her for someone else
authors note: guys please go easy on me it is literally my first day ever writing fanfiction. i hope that the anon that requested this is happy. there's another ot8 headcanon coming soon so if you liked this you can look forward to it. im open to criticism in fact i really need some so tell me what you thought about it if you got this far lmaoo
Sinopse: Você e Ana sempre foram amigas. Boas amigas. Porque não mais que amigas? Porque, derrepente, uma tal de Escarlata estava na vida dela, impedindo você de sequer tentar?
T.W: Doença Hanahaki já é um aviso :'((
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O ar do posto de saúde estava gélido, causando arrepios na pele. Ainda assim, seu olhar estava fixo na mulher a sua frente, que se encontrava de costas, e seu corpo imovel. Quando Ana se virou, expondo a expressão séria e severa, mas de alguma maneira ainda doce, você se limitou a sorrir e estender a mão cortada, na qual o sangue Ana já havia estancado e limpado.
“Você precisa tomar mais cuidado.” Repreendeu a enfermeira, segurando seu pulso com uma leveza que desmentia o tom rígido.
“De que outra maneira eu iria ver como minha amiga preferida está indo no trabalho?” questionou, sorrindo segundos antes de tirar um sorriso doce e tímido de Ana, que desviou levemente o olhar antes de focar em passar a agulha pela ferida aberta na palma da sua mão.
“Então foi de propósito e você mentiu pra mim?”
“Não, a faca realmente caiu e antes de pensar direito, e agarrei a lâmina no ar. Mas qual o problema de unir o útil ao agradável?" Você perguntou, somente para franzir o cenho e prender a respiração quando a agulha curva começou a passar por sua pele, fazendo-a estremecer.
“Eu diria que não foi útil e, pela sua expressão, está desagradável.” ela brincou
“Culpa sua. Porra, aquela anestesia foi pra que?” Reclamou, apertando os dedos do pé com a sensação estranha da linha passando e puxando a pele; não muito doloroso, mas agoniante.
“Normalmente temos que esperar uns quinze minutos para agir, mas…” Ana levantou o olhar por um segundo, parecendo quase divertida. “Eu não quero que você se machuque só pra vir me ver, então acho justo que doa um pouquinho pra você não repetir.”
“Ah, é? E se eu gostar da dor?” Perguntou, se curvando levemente para frente, aproximando levemente suas faces. A pele branca e imaculada de Ana atraiu seu olhar, que percorreu cada centímetro que avermelhou em segundos.
O seu estômago revirou, e uma satisfação familiar correu por suas veias. A dor foi esquecida com a quantia avassaladora de borboletas voando dentro de você; nada importava além do olhar tímido e adorável da mulher à sua frente.
Ao menos, não até que ela abrisse aquela maldita boca.
“Falando assim, você me lembra da Escarlata.” Ela gaguejou, o que a fez enrijecer. Sua boca amargou e o que eram borboletas, passou a parecer uma espiral dolorosa. Sua respiração pesou, e algo coçou em seu peito.
“Ah, aquela esposa do cara do museu?” perguntou mesmo sabendo muito bem quem era ela, tentando ao máximo agir como se não importasse. “Que o marido dela gostou de você, ou algo assim e ofereceu uma relação poligâmica?”
Mas em sua mente, só havia um sentimento amargo e egoísta. Você veio primeiro. Escarlata quem devia parecer com você, não o contrário; o ódio e o amor se agarraram em seu coração como vinhas espinhosas.
“Sim.” Ela pigarreou, ainda vermelha, mas voltando a focar no trabalho. “Mas não dei uma resposta ainda. Eu não gosto dele assim, mas…”
“Ai!” Exclamou, mesmo não tendo doído. Não estava preparada para ouvir o que viria a seguir, e assustada, Ana arregalou os olhos e parou todos os movimentos, parecendo ter até prendido a respiração.
“Doeu?”
“Bastante. Nossa.” Respirou fundo, embora não pela dor; mas para aliviar o peso que sentiu repentinamente no pulmão.
“Achei que gostasse.” Ela brincou com um sorriso apologético, dando a última passada com muito mais leveza. Sua expressão escureceu.
“Não gosto.”
“Eu sei.” Ana sussurrou, evitando seu olhar devido ao tom cortante de sua voz. A mulher olhou para cima por baixo dos cílios, ainda com a cabeça baixa, curiosa com sua repentina amargura. Como se numa tentativa de melhorar seu humor, Ana cortou a linha rapidamente, deu o nó e segurou sua outra mão enquanto colocava a agulha na mesinha de alumínio ao lado das duas e pegava o líquido desinfetante. “Pode apertar se arder, diferente de você, eu não me importo se doer.”
A voz suave e aveludada enviou um arrepio por sua espinha. Um tão grande que o provido pelo ar condicionado sequer era percebido – a dor foi esquecida, e seu corpo pareceu flutuar para longe da cena.
Foi um flerte.
O que mais seria senão isso?
Ou não foi? Mas o assunto era tão propício…
Sua mente desvaneceu, seus olhos perdidos na cabeça loura raspada de Ana enquanto ela lutava para limpar sua ferida com uma única mão. Sem nem perceber, suas unhas pressionaram na pele dela, que nem sequer se incomodou; Ana se demorou limpando sua mão, parecendo estender o toque como se pensasse em algo também.
Mas quando ela terminou, olhou para cima e seus olhos encontraram aqueles azuis profundos a centímetros de distância, seu corpo deu uma sacudida e por reflexo sua mão apertou ainda mais, fazendo Ana fechar os olhos e inspirar pela sensação dolorosa de suas unhas cravando na palma dela.
“Opa, foi mal.” murmurou, se curvando para trás enquanto ela abria os olhos e sorria.
“Tá tudo bem. Você já me fez coisas piores.” ela brincou, fazendo um sorriso ladino subir sua face.
“Ah, mas aí foi de propósito…” disse enquanto ela se afastava, pronta para guardar todos os utensílios e te liberar.
“Você é terrível.” murmurou a loira, tentando – e falhando, em conter um sorriso. A mulher relativamente alta, com seus prováveis um e setenta e cinco, se colocou à sua frente com o uniforme impecável, ereta como um soldado, mas com o olhar suave e doce.
Diferente de como é com outras pessoas, Ana nunca teve dificuldade em olhar nos seus olhos. Isso costumava te fazer sentir tão especial… Até Escarlata aparecer.
E então, outra coceira chata no peito. Um incômodo sutil, como se algo tivesse roçado levemente um órgão – seu pulmão.
“Já pode ir. Não esqueça de passar na recepção.” em resposta, você apenas acenou. De maneira mecânica, se colocou de pé e quase se inclinou para frente a fim de beijar a bochecha da mulher, até se lembrar de que ela estava ali a trabalho.
Pigarreando, acenou, mas não perdeu a vermelhidão e o sorriso divertido no rosto dela.
“Passa na minha casa depois, se der.” Pediu ao ir em direção a porta, sentindo o coração vibrar de emoção.
“Pode ser amanhã? Hoje eu já combinei com a–”
“De boa! Tchau, Ana!” Exclamou sem parar a caminhada, sumindo pela porta do postinho para não ter o desprazer de ouvir o resto.
Que vibração chata. Uma hora agradável, na outra, tão dolorida que lhe tira o ar.
E assim os dias seguiram. Ana dizia não saber ainda se a relação a três é o que ela queria, então estava saindo em encontros frequentemente com os dois – o que começou como uma coceira dentro do peito, porém, rapidamente evoluiu para tosses secas. Quando o amor da sua vida irrompeu pela porta de sua casa dizendo amar escarlata, apesar de odiar a dinâmica a três, foi o que a fez piorar ainda mais.
Ana queria pedir para Escarlata se divorciar do Torvo.
“Você acha que ela concordariam?”
“Sei lá, acho que pode ser que sim.” Não.
Não.
Não.
Não. Deus, por favor, não.
“Pode ser?” Ana suspirou, frustrada, e perceber que seu papel de amiga exigia dar forças ao amor da sua vida fez a coçeira em seu pulmão começar a pinicar.
“Desculpa. Tenho certeza que sim, Ana. Você é incrível e essa mulher… Te ama, né? Então acho que sim – eu sei que sim. Pelo que você me diz, é claro.” Forçou as palavras dolorosas a saírem de sua garganta, engolindo a tosse que tentou subir, o que só a fez prender a respiração ao sentir aquela maldita coçeira.
Quando Ana abriu a boca, porém, você não conseguiu mais segurar e se curvou pra frente no sofá, tossindo alto e forte. Aquele roçar macio na parte interna de seu pescoço abriu passagem pra cima, mas junto a isso, algo parecia apertar seus pulmões e te impedir de respirar direito.
“Ei, você tá bem?!” A loira perguntou, se arrastando no sofá até o seu lado para apoiar uma das mãos levemente calejadas em suas costas.
A pele de Ana é tão quente contra a sua. Tão suave, cheia de preocupação – como será que sua Ana toca aquela Escarlata?
O pensamento a fez abrir a boca, mas incapaz de falar em meio a tosse violenta que se seguiu, fez que sim com a cabeça apenas para sentir uma ardência tomar conta da garganta e algo desconfortável subir; Diferente das coceiras das pétalas, sentiu pontadas internas e um nauseante gosto de ferro. Com olhos arregalados, correu até o banheiro, seus pés trêmulos mal suportando seu próprio peso enquanto se jogava na privada com os sons dos passos apressados de Ana logo atrás.
Curvada na privada, sangue escorria de sua boca, e junto dele duas pétalas solitárias de rosas vermelhas. O horror tomou conta de seu rosto enquanto a mulher atrás de você tentava espiar por cima de seus ombros trêmulos.
“Água!” Gritou com a voz embargada, quase enfiando a cabeça na privada para impedir Ana de ver as pétalas flutuando na água avermelhada.
“C-certo.” Ela disse, claramente nervosa ao correr até sua cozinha.
Enquanto a loira se afastava você se apressou em dar descarga e tentou limpar o sangue dos lábios com a língua, engolindo o gosto metálico e passando a língua cheia de saliva ao redor dos dentes agora rosados rapidamente, várias vezes, querendo acabar com qualquer vestígio que revelaria seus sentimentos.
Quando sua paixão voltou com um copo já cheio d’água e uma garrafa como precaução, seus olhos encaravam o ladrilho do banheiro como se fosse a coisa mais interessante do mundo; mas em seu coração, havia apenas a vontade incontrolável de chorar até o corpo murchar e apresentar rugas de desidratação.
Os sintomas estão todos ali, não há mais como negar ou tentar se enganar. É Hanahaki.
“Aqui, beba.” Aquela voz suave e ligeiramente tímida a tirou de seu transe induzido, fazendo-a olhar para o lado e, incapaz de olhar o rosto de Ana, estendeu a mão sem desviar o olhar dos sapatos dela.
“Obrigada.” Murmurou, pegando o copo delicadamente. O momento em que seus dedos tocaram nos leitosos de Ana foi o momento em que seus olhos encheram de água, sobrecarregada demais pelas emoções.
“O que foi isso? Está tudo bem?” Questionou a enfermeira, que por hábito levou a mão até sua testa enquanto a água fria descia raspando sua garganta machucada e obstruída.
Duas lágrimas escorreram pelas laterais de seus olhos com a sensação quente da palma delicada; você, porém, sentiu duas pequenas casquinhas de cicatrização em forma de linhas no peito da mão de Ana, e algo dentro de si sabia que não eram machucados obtidos no trabalho.
Porque aquela desgraçada continua profanando o que devia ser seu?
“Fala comigo.” A loira sussurrou, se sentando no chão bem à sua frente enquanto bebia mais água, lavando todo o gosto daquele líquido avermelhado.
“Eu não sei.” Disse, sem saber para qual das perguntas. E olhando brevemente para os olhos azuis escuros, preocupados com você, seu corpo cedeu; a visão embaçou enquanto lágrimas salgadas escorriam, fazendo-a soluçar. “Eu não sei, Ana.” Chorou, puxando o corpo de sua amada para seus braços, mesmo que soubesse que ali não era o lugar dela para estar.
Ana, porém, não se afastou. Te envolveu com força e enterrou o queixo em cima da sua cabeça, permitindo que molhasse a blusa dela com seu fluxo interminável de lágrimas.
“Você precisa ir ver o que é isso.” Sussurrou, mas não insistiu. Você estava chorando, assustada, e a última coisa que a mulher queria era sobrecarregá-la ainda mais.
Então satisfeita com seu balançar suave de cabeça, Ana começou a acariciar suas costas, decidida a lhe trazer tanto conforto quanto possível.
Ela cancelou um encontro com Escarlata naquela tarde e te fez prometer investigar a causa dessa tosse misteriosa que te fez ‘morder a língua’. A desculpa que usou pro sangue, dor e lágrimas.
Como dizer pra pessoa que ama que seu coração está criando raízes que perfuram seus pulmões e faz nascer flores? Flores que não cabem no peito e precisam ser postas para fora. Flores que florescem e crescem junto ao seu amor, assim como os espinhos cutucam junto a desilusão. Como explicar para a mulher mais doce que já conheceu, que por não te amar, o sentimento que você cultiva iria te rasgar por dentro até a morte?
Ana não merece carregar essa culpa, então você mentiu. Disse que marcou um exame ao qual nunca compareceu. Depois, que era alguma reação alérgica. Então que descobriram ser um acúmulo de água no pulmão e teria que extrair. Essa mentira te deu muito tempo para aproveitar as sopas quentes de Ana, os olhares preocupados, os toques suaves e gentis.
Te deu tempo suficiente para tentar, mesmo que por minutos frágeis e facilmente quebradiços, que eram só você e ela novamente, até o dia de sua morte.
Ramattra, Junker Queen, Cassidy and Ana dating a male reader who has Insomnia
Dating Male Reader Who Has Insomnia
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When he first noticed your lack of sleep, he was so confused, opting to question you about it.
But when he learns what it is, he’ll start doing and recording his research.
Since he’s an omnic, he doesn’t actually need sleep, so he’s more than willing to spend night’s awake if it’s with you.
***
“What are you doing?”
“Hmm?” Looking over at the door from your bed, finding Ramattra, who seemed to be surprised. “Oh, hey Ram.”
Turning back to your computer, trying to focus on your work again. Unable to as Ramattra’s footsteps echoed throughout the room until they didn’t, only to feel the bed dip with his weight. Without speaking you leaning over slightly, laying your head on his shoulder as you clntinued working.
If you couldn’t sleep he’ll gladly stay with you until morning rolls around or you finally fall asleep.
Odessa likely has insomnia as well, but was and probably won’t be diagnosed. (She also doesn’t really get the idea of it.)
She tries to tire you out by having you join her late night training sessions, which is just sparring.
Threatens the whole town to find and bring in their best doctor, (Who isn’t that much help.) so she reluctantly has an outsider come in for you.
***
“What are you doing?”
You had stepped into the gym, intending to try tire yourself out. Only finding Odessa already inside, and she was quick to notice you.
“Aren’t you knackered from today?”
“Aren’t you?”
Watching her snort, “Should be, but now that you’re here, fight me!”
She got into a fighting stance, seemingly not ready to take no for an answer, so you followed her lead.
I’m sorry, but he is dead to the world when he actually falls asleep. So it’s very likely he won’t notice what’s happening until it starts affecting you throughout the day.
But he is quick to feel guilty and tries to make it up to you by helping.
Leading to him trying to do his own research, but relents and bothers Angela or Ana about it.
***
“I don’t know what happening to him Ana, do–”
“Oh Cole, sometimes I think you’re dumber than you look.”
“HEY!”
“But take this,” Handing him a warm cup, he has no clue what's in it, “Give it to him and stay with him, now go.”
“I’m going, I’m going.”
Pushing open the door to your room, it was dark as the curtains hadn’t been drawn yet.
“Hey there Darlin’, thought this might help.”
Letting you take it from his hand, “What is it?”
“It’s– I… don’t know actually.”
She tends to also suffer from insomnia occasionally.
Over the years she has perfected some remedies that she keeps on hand most nights.
Very quickly learns to keep an eye on you during the day, staying close when she notices any physical differences.
***
“There’s my رجل وسيم,” Looking around to find Ana leaning against the counter, cradling a cup of, what you could only assume was tea, in her hands. “Thought you fell asleep on me.”
“Me, falling asleep? You should know better, Ana.”
Leaning over to grab the cup that she made for you earlier, pausing as she placed a kiss on your cheek.
Multiple Yandere Overwatch x Reader (choose your own adventure, with asking questions!)
You're not an archeologist, technically you're not any sort of 'ologist' at all! You're not even a scientist.
You're a tourist, one who was very stupid and very, very lost. Usually being lost in Cairo wasn't much of a problem. Most people there would be more than willing to help someone get with the rest of the bumbling tourists, ohhing and ahhing at everything they could see.
No, you were in quite the worst possible place to ever get lost. In the PYRAMID. You had no clue how you had gone so wrong, a simple wrong turn sent you tripping over a rock and crashing through some thin scaffolding that had been hiding a rather large hole.
The fall hadn't been too far, maybe five feet? But landing on the hard ground and the scaffolding had been painful, and you had passed out pretty quickly. Waking up a few minutes later with a throbbing headache, you looked up to see that the hole you had fallen through was just...Gone.
As if it had never even existed, you could see the perfectly untouched walls of a mural. Flicking on your phones flashlight, terror climbed your throat. Had someone dragged you here? Had you fallen further somehow in your sleep.
Your hands smoothed across the cool stone, the ancient paint untouched for what could have been centuries and OH GOD WHY ARE YOU STILL TOUCHING IT??
Ripping your hand away and shining the light on it, you were immensely relieved to find that none of the paint had scraped off by your touch. You turned around, shining the light across the weird little room you were in.
You weren't super knowledgeable about the insides of tombs, given that you had won the trip to Cairo in a raffle at your work (which your boss had given you the stink eye for) and pretty much all of your knowledge from ancient egypt came from Rick Riordan's books, so you could pretty confidently say that...This wasn't anything like the insides of the rest of the pyramid.
Sure, you didn't know the entire pantheon off the top of your head, but you were pretty sure that Anubis wasn't rocking about with twin shotguns pointed at a howling mummy.
The murals depicted this Anubis caricature multiple times, and as you went in a slow circle around the room, you saw that his physical appearance was...Changing!
He became less jakal-like, with a grinning maw of sharp teeth and a hollowed out interior. Facing off against other characters, a massive crocodile woman with a sort of chaingun, a shorter mummy who would dip in and out of the ground with a giant drill.
A massive bast-like creature, a man with the head of a cat with a huge arm that rained down terror with every punch. And a lithe woman with willowy wings who could transform into others, and fight with their abilities. And a smaller mummy, one weilding a sniper rifle, hovering over all of them with her gun aimed down.
This was weird. You had to be getting pranked! There wasn't any other reason why this was happening! Surely someone would come to get you, apologize to you, maybe take you to a hospital for your fearsome headache?
You frowned, and once you had made a full circle around the room to admire the murals, you saw something that you were super super sure hadn't been there before.
A door way. A sloping one that dipped low into a spiralling staircase. An orange light glowed dimly from within. You could hear a voice down there, low and growling, and the hair on your arms raised.
Should you go down? Or should you stay and call for help?
Thank you so much for reading! As this is a choose your own adventure, the first person to send in an ask choosing one of the options will kick-start the rest of the story!
Could I get some of the older Overwatch members (Ana, Reinhardt, Soldier) just comforting reader because they need to know they aren’t a terrible person. Please. <3
She watches as you rest your head on her shoulder, a heavy sigh escaping your throat.
"Take it easy." She reassures, hand grasping yours, thumb gently circling your knuckles.
"Am I a bad person?"
Her movements freeze, her mind reeling with thoughts on how to answer. "A bad person?" She repeats. "Of course not, sweetie. One mistake doesn't make you a bad person."
"But after-"
"Shush. You are not a bad person. I do not want to keep telling you that." She brings her hand to wrap around your shoulder. "Mistakes are a part of life and one small one doesn't mean jack. You may feel deep down that you are, but I, along with many others, can tell you that you're not."
"Ana..."
"My dear, you are one of the bravest people out there. Despite all the odds against you, you are still pushing. You're still going forward. You are still strong." She presses a kiss to your head, hand rubbing up and down your arm. "Don't let one thing change how you feel about yourself. You are worthy of being loved."
Large arms encase you, your tears already soaking through his shirt. No matter what you would say, he wouldn't let go, he wouldn't let you free yourself. Effectively, you were trapped in a tight embrace.
His heart thumps heavy, calmly soothing you from the onslaught of tears.
"There, there." He coos, hands rubbing up and down your back. The warmth was almost suffocating.
"I just want to believe I'm not a terrible person."
Reinhardt chuckles, chest rumbling against your cheeks. "You are far from it, my dear. Why, you are just the greatest."
You can tell he's trying, though consoling isn't exactly his strong suit.
"Just the other day you were so bubbly, so full of life! Just because one insignificant issue occurs does mean you should hate yourself." He loosens his grip, hand coming to your chin to lift your head up to face him. "You have never been a terrible person, at least, not to me!"
He watches the smile creep onto your face as he brushes away a tear.
Reinhardt hums softly. "You must love yourself against all odds otherwise I will just have to love you twice as hard."
He sits across from you, the meeting not yet begun. It was just the two of you in the room, a tension swirling in the air.
"What's up, kid?" Jack finally breaks the awkward silence, watching as you look up and then to the side. "The mission went as well as it could've done."
"I hurt them..."
"No, you were doing your job." He straightens in his chair. "If it weren't for you, things would've gotten ugly."
"That doesn't change how terrible I feel-"
"Kid. Listen to me." He leans forward, hand reaching for yours. You pull back, not wanting the physical contact. His heart aches at the sight. "Do not let this get to you otherwise you will bury yourself under it and you do not want that." He takes a breath, watching you. "It will hurt for a while but know that it's over now."
You muster a nod, looking down at your hands clasped together on the table.
"It's over. You're still here. That says a lot. Trust me, kid, we need you."
Could you do some headcanons for if Soldier and Ana unwittingly picked up a sidekick during their respective vigilante phases? Like, picture if Alejandra from the Hero short was older and after being saved, insisted on following after Jack. How they'd try to shake the kid off their trail, until they somewhat prove themself. Little bonding moments on the field. But then the younger gets too bold and winds up hurt. Could they work past that, or would that be the last straw?
Sorry if this is maybe a little elaborate!! I hope it's in a fun way
Soldier & Ana With an Adoptive Companion: Headcanons (General)
I'm happy to write these for you it's a really sweet idea & I love elaborate ideas it gives me a better idea of the direction to take with these things - thank you for the ask and they're under the cut, enjoy!
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I can imagine Ana being the reluctant one, not wanting to bring someone under their wing incase they got hurt, with Jack being the one who's eager to teach them things that he had to learn the hard way.
Ana would've been the one to tell them no countless times, telling them to stop following her every time she saw them in the corner of their eye. Eventually, after some time, she would've set a trap for their follower. Nothing malicious, just made them follow her to somewhere quiet with privacy, waiting for them at a table with an empty chair for them. It would've been her chance to talk to them, understand why they want to be around her, and what will it take for them to leave. In the end, though, she would've ended up speaking to them about what she expects of them if they're coming with her, what to do if they get hurt, and where they're going for the day. Ana never expected it herself, not wanting to put someone else in danger, but her instincts couldn't stop her. They reminded her too much of Fareeha, and deep down she wanted this to be her chance to do what she couldn't before. But, it would take a lot more than just words for Ana to truly trust them and trust that they know how to handle themselves. So, she'd be the type to test them however she could.
Jack, on the other hand, wouldn't need much convincing. He would've said no, expecting them to walk away and leave it at that. He never expected them to follow him still, and wait to speak to him about their eagerness, their admiration for Jack's work in Overwatch, and how they want to learn from the best. Jack would've stayed quiet, listening in silence to their pleas to learn from him. It wouldn't have taken much for him to agree, though deep down he didn't want to at all. Jack saw himself in them, saw his own passion and eagerness in the Army before his enhancements. It made him want to be a father figure to them, almost, wanting to teach them everything that Jack had to learn the hard way through pain and injuries and loss. It was his way of passing his work along too, if anything happened to him that he couldn't see right now. He believes in Christianity too, in my opinion, though not as much as he used to when he was younger. So, Jack would've seen this moment as a way for his God to put him on a path he might not understand at the moment. As though it was supposed to happen, and Jack was happy to oblige to whatever this was.
Ana's main test would be to take them with her to Junkertown, and see how they handle themselves in the face of conflict. If they can't handle the brutality in Junkertown, they definitely couldn't on the battlefield. Plus, she wanted to test their resilience to things going south, their response times, and how well they can cope with failure - she wants to work with someone who's able to reflect on their situation, rather than linger on the guilt and sadness the end result brought about. Their companion wouldn't understand why they were there, in Junkertown's most violent bar, and what could've brought them there, but they were eager to follow and learn from Ana so they agreed to the mission. Ana told their companion that a random man, who Ana didn't know, owed her something, asking her companion to question them in a bar. When they did, it resulted in nothing short of aggression, a violent fight, and with Ana holding them on her shoulder, carrying them out as they groaned from their injuries. They tried to deescalate it once realising it was a test, truly they did, but Junkertown's inhabitants don't like to be accused of things they haven't done especially by someone not even from there. So, afterwards, Ana would've waited for their response, waited for how they reacted. She never expected them to say “next time, I'll make sure we've got the right person before going head in. I'll make sure I've got everything planned out before blindly following what you say". It was the perfect response to her, and it was all she needed to be able to trust their judgement, and she quickly tended to their wounds, explaining the situation with some guilt in her tone. It was a cruel test, but necessary to Ana and a learning experience for her newfound companion.
Jack's test would've been through seeing how their shooting was, how well they could hold a gun, and what their responses would be to landing shots. He didn't want someone by his side who relished in killing things, wanted only to shoot and enjoyed it a little too much. That would be asking for the gun to be turned on him, he believed, but he wanted to use it as a way to test their receptiveness to criticism. If Jack was going to mentor someone like himself, he needed to be able to see how well they responded to advice and critique. It would've been just in a forest close by to where they met, somewhere remote and known for it's hunting. He didn't want to attract anymore attention with gunshots, and it was hunting season, so it made perfect sense. When Jack finally found it, he used empty bottles and cans he found from teens camping out seasons before, lined them up a good few feet away from them, and gave his companion a sidearm after confirming they knew how they worked. It didn't matter if they didn't, he would've been happy to teach them. Jack explained the rules, explained what they needed to do, and watched as they missed their first few shots on the first bottle. It was a learning curve, Jack knew it was, and so he was already preparing his critiques before his companion beat him to the punch. It caught Jack off guard to hear their questions about what they were doing wrong, opening themselves to advice before needing to be prompted for it. This alone would've been enough for Jack to feel they could handle it, but there was still more to come from the test. As requested, Jack offered them advice, taught them the best way to hold the gun in a more stable position and how to line their target up properly. And with that, Jack's companion managed to land their first bottle, with Jack watching to see their response to the victory, to the feeling of landing a target and shooting something perfectly. Their companion just watched, and thanked him for the advice, asking if he could move onto the next target, which was somewhat further away. There was no fanfare, no need to push themselves too far, and they were following Jack's orders as he intended. It was all he needed to let him continue, watching and knowing that this companion would be the perfect candidate to hand over his legacy and his mission if anything happened to him.
Ana and her companion would've bonded over moments in their lives that defined them, like Ana's duel with Amelie, and things that affected their trajectory in life. It's important for Ana to feel as though she can trust someone enough to share things with them, and wanted to understand what lead them here, to this point and at her side. It was important for her, and it would've been the best way for them to bond away from their missions, inbetween tasks and agendas that would've went smoothly with her assistance.
Jack, on the other hand, would've bonded with his companion through facts about the world, history especially. He has an affinity for history, loving to learn more about other countries' own history and facts from them. So, it's something he'd find common with his companion and he would spend lengths of time talking about American history whilst they shared their own facts and stats. It's fun for him, but another way he would bond with them (away from the battlefield) is tending to their smaller wounds, making sure that cuts or scrapes or bumps were kept safe from infection. It was his way of making sure they were okay, and the moments were used as learning lessons on how to avoid it, how to tend to their own wounds in the future, and what they could do next time if this happened again. It was the perfect way for him to teach and care for this companion, ensuring that they would be prepared over time in better ways than he was for the brutality of combat.
When something happened to their companion that was more serious than ever, Ana would've responded with guilt and a feeling that she had done something gravely wrong, that this was karma for her own actions in the past. Instead of leaving her loved ones, someone she thought she could count on was about to be stripped away from her, leaving her feeling as though she was Fareeha. It was painful for her, and it was something she couldn't handle in the moment as the guilt and shame overwhelmed her. There was nothing either of them could've done to prevent the situation, and she had to sit with her thoughts as she waited for their companion's surgery to end. Ana expected the surgeon to come back, bloody and draped in sorrow, explaining that they couldn't do more and they were sorry for her loss. When the opposite happened, and she managed to sit by their side as the anaesthetics were wearing off, she considered her options as they slept. Ana wanted to run, leave them behind with nothing more than a note attached to a bouquet of flowers, believing it was her fault. She almost did before they woke up, asked if she was okay, and kept smiling through the pain. It made her feel something she couldn't explain, and the need to run left her, only to be filled with a need to apologise to them. Throughout all the apologies, she was reminded over and over that it's not her fault, it's no one's fault, and that there was nothing that could've been done to prevent it. It's the beauty of combat, they'd reply, making Ana feel more comfortable with keeping them around, and making her realise that she needs to take more control in situations, make sure that at least someone can tell the story if something happened to her. Ana saw her life flash before her when the knife was thrown her direction, before being planted in the companion that stood in front of her, and she realised how little she had done for her companion, and how much was left to do for them.
Jack would've been heartbroken if something happened to their companion, even if the circumstances were similar to Ana's situation. He'd attempt to remedy the situation himself before turning to professionals, ultimately realising that this was out of his depth, out of his level of expertise. He'd try and take them to Angela, explaining that he had no other options whilst dodging the questions of who they were to him and what happened. He didn't want to talk about it, and all he wanted to do was keep them alive, keep them well enough to learn more and figure out what to do next. As they'd recover, Jack would be seen praying at their side, rarely leaving their room out of fear of something happening. It was incredibly hard for Jack, having to leave this in the hands of his God, and doing something he hadn't done in years. When they finally recovered, he'd be sat there, looking as though he hasn't slept in years. This companion was like a son to him now, and he didn't want to put them through more pain than was already felt. He'd offer them a way to out, a way to leave him and would reassure him that he wouldn't take offense to it, wouldn't want to put them through worse than this. His companion surprised him with a statement about this being all part of a learning curve, something he can use to better himself and become just as skilled as Jack. It made him feel more comfortable, happy even if you could say that without Jack denying it. To mask his feelings, Jack would joke that he couldn't shake them off even if he tried, right? To which his companion would agree, saying he's stuck with them now and he'll just have to live with him around now. It was a sweet moment, and it helped them bond even more and show how much trust they have for one another. For Jack, this was the moment that made him realise that his life's not just as fleeting, but his companion's was too, and he intended to give him experiences that couldn't be rivalled by a normal life. It's the least he could do, after his companion saved his life by taking the bullet intended for him.
Young Ana with a shy s/o but whenever ana is in danger reader gets mad at the enemies, and ana has to calm her down
Hii! I'm literally in love with Ana (like most OW characters). I was so excited to see her requested! Hope you enjoy<3
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Young Ana With A Shy S/O 𓆩⟡𓆪
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Young Ana wouldn’t quite understand what it’s like to be shy, but she tries to for you. She never really feels the anxiety you do in public. Even though Ana doesn’t quite get your shyness, she’s willing to adapt and comfort you when needed. She does understand anxiety, so she can empathize with you on that.
Ana would never force you completely out of your comfort zone, but she would encourage you to work on being less shy. She would help you write down things to talk about with others. When you’re in a conversation with someone, she always reminds you of topics to mention, that way you don’t get quiet and close up. If you’ve ever struggled to make friends due to your shyness, don’t worry. Ana is introducing you to all her closest friends and coworkers in Overwatch. They’re your friends now!
Ana never expected you to have a feisty side, especially since she’s so used to your bashfulness. One time during a mission, an enemy started threatening Ana. They loomed over her and taunted her with a knife. Seeing this interaction, you immediately ran over and shoved the perpetrator as hard as you could. “You don’t touch her”, you yelled, kicking the enemy until unconsciousness. Ana and you quickly make your way to your hotel room for the time being. She comforted you the whole way back to your temporary home, still in shock from the previous events. When you get to the suite, Ana will talk to you about what happened and help you relax. She’ll reassure you she’s safe and healthy. Ana is just glad she knows you could protect yourself and her if needed.
