Overwatch Oneshots ~ Requests welcome!

D.va x Male Reader

Hello everyone! It's me, John! I've decided to get the fuck out of my comfort zone and take a shot at oneshots (hahaha). This is my first oneshot ever. I hope you enjoy

You wake up to the sounds of explosions and gunfire. You sit up groggily and look around your room. At first you don't notice the source of the ruckus, yet taking another look, you find it.

A girl with brown hair and an odd looking headset sat at a chair next to your bed, gripping onto an Xbox controller to the point of almost cracking it. "Good morning Hana." You say, mind still foggy with sleep.

It only takes a second for real life to kick into full swing. "Wait, what the fuck are you doing in my room?!" You shout. "Shh, I'm trying to concentrate." She hushes you.

You face-palm with your left hand, while pointing your right hand towards the monitor. You close your palm into a fist and the television screen shuts down.

"Hey!" D.va shouts. "I was just about to win!" She continues shouting and pouts.

"And I was just about to be handed a Nobel prize by Arnold Schwarzenegger, but you woke me up!" You reply sarcastically. "Anyway, why are you in my room?" You ask.

"Winston's fixing my computer and I have nothing to do, so I thought I'd play some Battlefield on your Xbox." She spits out the excuse so quickly, that it takes you a second to comprehend her words.

"What time is it anyway?" You ask. "8 am." Hana answers. "Fucking hell. It's Sunday, I was planning on sleeping in." You murmur to yourself.

You shoo D.va away from your room, in a friendly matter of course, and get dressed. A black (favorite movie) shirt and blue jeans will probably suffice for Sunday, it's not like you have anything to do.

You lace up your shoes and head outside, shielding your eyes from the bright sun.

You amble into the cafeteria. Tracer greets you with a "Good morning love!" that's as cheerful as ever. Yet you simply reply with "Don't talk to me until I've got coffee inside me." She laughs.

You go on and pour yourself a big cup of coffee, downing it faster than Winston eats peanut butter. "Isn't that hot?" Tracer asks worriedly. "Scolding." You wince.

"Still hungover, huh (Y/N)?" She smiles. "Yup." You slur slightly. "I can't even remember last night." You note. You reach for your phone, which you were sure you put in your pocket. You pat your pockets and groan. "I've left it in my room haven't I?" You murmur to yourself.

After getting your phone from your room, you check your gallery for clues regarding last night's events.

The first photo is of you and Torbjörn having a drinking contest. That explains the headache.

'Note to self. Do not try out-drinking a Swede.' You think to yourself.

You scroll onto the next photo, pretty standard, as far as Overwatch goes at least. Just a group photo. You're not in it, you're probably the one who took it.

You scroll on and on until one photo catches your eye. It was a picture of you and D.va making out.

"What the fuck?!" You commence to check the group chat where you find the same photo, now out there for anyone of the crew to see. Your face warms up and becomes a vibrant shade of pink.

"What the actual fuck?!" You shout.

"Oh my god! I can't believe it!" Tracer shouts when she sees the picture on the group. Your face becomes even redder.

"I must've been wasted." You say. "Even if you were, (Y/N). Remember that a drunk man's words -or in this case acts- are a sober man's thoughts." She exclaimed, struggling to keep a straight face. You ponder whether or not she's right or not. And then it hit you on the head like Reinhardt's hammer. You really like her. You, (Y/N) (L/N) Are in love with Hana Song. Now that you're thinking about it, you do have a weird feeling whenever you were Hana, whether it be on the battlefield or when shooing her from your room at 8 in the morning.

"Shite, you're right." You say. "Of course I am." Lena responds. You've come to the conclusion that you have to tell her. You pull out your cellphone and shoot her a text that says:

"Hi, sorry about earlier, I just don't like it when people barge into my room and use my things. While I'm asleep. Anyway, I'm rambling. Meet me near the practice range in about an hour or so. I'll be waiting."

The next hour goes by way slower than you'd like it to. You've already changed three sets of clothes and settled on what you were wearing in the first place. You are walking back and forth, rehearsing what you'll say. Steeling yourself to face whatever reaction you might invoke.

You decide that it's time to head out towards the practice range. You arrive five minutes earlier.

McCree is practicing his shooting and it's very loud, let alone the fact that you'd like to be alone with Hana when telling her. "Oi! Mate!" you tap his shoulder. "Yea?" He turns to you.

"Alright, long story short I'll need you to scuttle off for the next, err... half hour or so." You say. Jesse squints at you and then leaves without saying a thing.

The five minutes pass even more slowly. But there she comes. She waves and smiles at you. You give her a nervous smile and a wave. "What did you want to tell me? Is it about today? Because I-" You cut her off by saying that that's not it. "What is it then?" Hana asks.

"Well, I guess I'll cut right to the chase." You take a deep breath. Something in your mind tells you to bail, to divert the subject. But you get another glimpse of her smooth brown hair, her wide brown eyes. The way her mouth curves when she smiles. And then you think, fuck it. All of that took a split second.

"Hana, I like you- No, I love you, a lot. And I've only noticed it recently. There, that's all I have to say." You spit out, blushing.

"Wha- I- what can I say?" She asks, shocked. "I like you too?" You say and immediately regret it. It was so stupid. "I- I can't." She says. "You can't what?" You ask. "My father's going to be so mad if he finds out I'm in a relationship. Especially with someone western. I'm sorry." She apologizes.

She turns her back to you and walks away. Your whole world is crumbling under your feet. But not all hope is lost, as she's turning back again, this time to face you. "But you know what? Fuck it! Screw my father! Screw everything! It can all go to hell! I want the world to know that I love (Y/N) (L/N)!" She shouts at the top of her lungs and throws herself at your neck. Drowning you in kisses. She actually throws you off-balance and the two of you fall to the floor with a thump.

You laugh as the two of you get up. Your laughter gradually dies out and Hana smiles. "Don't tell my dad I said that." She giggles. "I won't."

You continue to spend the day together. Whenever you meet someone they usually immediately get what's going on and congratulate you. Though you had to explain to Zenyatta what's happening.

That's it guys! What did you think?