Eyeliner💜 - Sombra x Reader
(Childhood friends, estranged, Fem!reader, reader was in Los Muertos so is implied Latina as well just for the lore.)
The flashing LEDs lining the walls of the club hit off the mass of bodies on the dance floor, reminding you it was in fact a bunch of individual people. It didn’t matter. You were dancing with one of them.
You were out with Sombra. Huh.
You didn’t think you’d ever say that. Olivia, maybe, your old friend since childhood. The girl with a makeshift computer and strong opinions, not Sombra, the world-renowned hacker, the criminal, the threat to cyber security worldwide, the… horrible dancer.
You’re both sort of just moving with the music (and trying to avoid hitting anyone), but she was really going crazy with it, probably working up a sweat more than anything. You laughed at her extravagance.
“You haven’t changed, huh Olivia?”
You swore you wouldn’t bring up the past too much, but you’re a few drinks in and need a reminder that this is still her. Really her.
She falters for a second, slowing her… ‘dancing’. Movements. To listen to you better over the loud bass pumping through the club.
“Don’t call me that. It’s Sombra now.”
She sounded… oddly serious. She looks serious too. Shit, you messed up—
“But come on, give me some credit. I’ve changed loads since I was, what, thirteen?”
Never mind, her tone is light once more, although she’s a few drinks in too and it’s hard to tell whether she’s offended or not.
Playfully bumping her with your shoulder, you decide to just continue anyway.
“Dancing hasn’t improved.”
There’s a brief pause where Sombra seems like she might be a bit insulted, then she bursts into laughter, shoving you back, but keeping right up in your personal space as usual.
“And your makeup game got worse, cariño.”
She grins at you, trying to inspect your face in the dim, ever-changing lighting of the club. She eventually gives up, glancing down at the carabiner on your jeans before hooking a finger on it with a tug, signalling for you to follow as she starts walking to the nearest bathroom.
You certainly didn’t mind that.
Of course, she knew where it was. She was a club regular. Whether on dates, with friends, looking to meet people… she’d told you as much when she was bragging at the bar.
She listened to you a bit too, but she knew most of what you were telling her, as a casual stalker of everyone and anyone.
But Dios Mio. You could’ve sworn she was taking a long route to keep her hand where it was.
She aways knew what she was doing.
When you do eventually arrive, she gives another firm tug for good measure as she drags you inside.
She checks herself in the mirror first, pulling out her purple lipstick and carefully applying as you sort of… awkwardly stand there, thinking about being pulled by your clothes for half the length of a nightclub.
Sombra absolutely keeps you waiting on purpose, stealing an amused glance at you before shoving the lipstick back in her pocket.
“Ok. Let me look at you chica.” She turns and looks you over, taking your face in her hand and tilting it to the side to let the light hit one half of your face, where-
“Ay, your eyeliner smudged. Give me a second.” She pulls out another item, a liquid eyeliner.
You reach for it, but she keeps it just out of reach from your grasp.
“Ah ah ah. No. You’re clearly not capable of doing this yourself. This is as much about my image as yours.”
“Damn. Ok. Didn’t get any more polite either.”
She hums in response, holding your face still and carefully reapplying the makeup.
“You know that stuff is wasted on me. Politeness is just more lies.”
Her hand lingers there for a while. She’s being uh… real careful there.
“…you’re taking your time.”
She flicks her gaze from your eyelids to your eyes to punctuate the insult, but as soon as your eyes meet she doesn’t look away. Nor do you, for reasons that seem obvious in the moment.
It takes a good second for someone to break it. Sombra, blinking and looking down. She pops the lid back on the eyeliner.
“Ay, look at you now. Much less like you just rolled out of bed.”
It’s supposed to be a jab, clearly, to get rid of this… whatever’s happening.
Whether she meant to or not, there’s an underlying softness to her words. They’re almost sweet, almost earnest.
You clear your throat nervously, also glancing away just to meet her eyes again as you both seemingly check in on each other.
“…thanks. You always were better at that stuff.”
Sombra huffs dismissively, waving her hand as if to say ‘don’t mention it’ and looking at you. Properly this time.
“I did miss you, y’know that?”
That catches you off guard.
She has a history of doing that.
She scoffs, turning to lean against the sink as she shakes her head indignantly.
“Seriously?! All that time, you thought I just… forgot about you?? Moved on and cut all ties from my past??”
Suddenly you feel a whole lot angrier.
“Well yeah, kind of!! You never reached out, how was I supposed to know you even still wanted to- to talk to me?! You got this big fancy secret job, these…”
You frustratedly gesture to her with your hands.
“Crazy cybernetic enhancements, you got your shit together-”
Your voice slowly loses its exasperated edge, softening into the emotion you’d really been feeling all these years.
“-it’s not bold of me to assume you were too cool for me now.”
This gives her pause. For the first time in a while, Olivia is quiet. Quiet and unmoving.
She’s clearly thinking now, so you stay quiet too.
Then she sighs, pushing herself away from the sink, towards you. She holds the eye contact for a while, before her voice breaks the silence, a low, almost whisper-like sound.
“Hermosa I thought about you every day since I left Los Muertos.”
Something in her expression tells you she’s… not exaggerating.
You both stare. For… a second. She tuts frustratedly, breaking eye contact and looking down.
“…you made me say it. Thanks.”
She dismisses with a scoff, looking back up at you.
“Then you should call me more often.”
You mutter, eyes flicking up and down Sombra’s body.
“You know I wish you would. We could be having more nights like these.”
Sombra narrows her eyes at you, lowering her voice to match your tone.
…now there’s a REAL tension in the uh… club bathroom. Not an ideal place, really, but it’s hard to think about the location when you’re staring right at her.
Before you can process she’s moved, Sombra sidles up closer and grabs your chin- not harshly, but she’s not trying to be gentle either.
She leans up, eyes flicking down to your lips for a brief second. You return the gesture as if on instinct, noting the freshly applied colour.
You want to ruin it so badly.
Before you can fully ask- JUST when you’ve plucked up the courage- someone walks in and you both jump apart. It was going to happen sooner or later.
You’re looking at the sink, pretending to be preoccupied with something else, when you hear Sombra laughing.
Caught off guard, you look up at her incredulously. She pats your cheek in a condescending manner.
“Take me home with you first. Then we can talk.”
And just like that, she sweeps out of the room, leaving you to process what she meant. It always takes a second, when you’re with Sombra… everything moves so fast for her.
Plus your mind completely fogs up when she looks into your eyes but… you’re only human.
Of course she wanted to go to YOURS, and not hers… you don’t even know where abouts she lives now. And she wouldn’t tell you, you’re sure.
…oh my god she wants to go to your place.
