#aunt moira

[rondoel]

Best fam on summer break <3

[sugar-fueled-gremlin]

You’re a mean one, Mrs. O’Deorain

You’re a mean one, Mrs. O’Deorain

You really are a heel

You are cuddly as Reaper

But you’re as hot as molten core

Mrs. Oooo’ Deorain!

You’re a bad banana with a -- David Bowie skin...!!

You’re a monster, Mrs. O’Deorain

Your heart is like an empty loot box

Your brain is full science

You don’t have ethics on your soul

Mrs. Oooo’ Deorain!

I wouldn’t touch with a  thirty-nine-and-a-half foot Genji’s sword...!!

You’re a foul one, Mrs. O’Deorain

But you have a sexy smile...!!

You have all the tender sweetness of a Primal Rage Winston

Mrs. Oooo’ Deorain!

Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the -- FOUR EYES RAGING MONKEY!!

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Hey Blizzard~ I got a skin idea~

Happy Holidays everyone! Hope you have an awesome time. I’m going to be in vacation away from my computer so I made this quick sketch.

[lesbianoverwatchimagines]

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 )

[redcap3]

Yall got any more of those... aunt moira headcanons?

“HOW did you get both of them?” Moira looked ready to tear her hair out as she walked back and forth in the living room, her entire body coiled up with disbelief.

Emily gave her a dry look, crossing her arms across her chest. "Some girls just have it, Aunt Moira.“

"I can understand Widowmaker -”

 "Amélie, please.“ 

Moira stopped, turned, and gave her a slow nod. "Amélie, then. Excuse me. She’s a talented, driven, professional woman with a certain…poise to her. I worked very hard to preserve that, after all." 

Emily’s eyes turned cold, locking onto her Aunt like a missile. "I would prefer you not discuss your role in that. Particularly not if she might overhear us.”

“I suppose that is reasonable,” Moira admitted. “But my point is that she is a rather beautiful and impressive lady…and then there is the other one." 

"I saw her first,” Emily smirked. 

“So I understand,” Moira shot back dryly. “But really Emily, aside from concerns over it seeming a bit greedy -" 

"Which I came by honestly." 

"Yes, so your mother and your fathers remind me - but you could have anyone dear, and you chose…she doesn’t even wear real shoes!” 

“Yes,” Emily smirked. “I did. And they chose me." 

"But why?" 

"Because we could." 

Moira sighed as she folded herself into her armchair. "I suppose that will have to do. But…do they make you happy, at least?" 

Emily’s smile grew wistful as she reached for her tea. "Incredibly so." 

”…good.“

[orisa-oledele]

Moira is our Asexual Alcoholic Aunt and if you disagree, you’re wrong.