Overwatch x Reader

Winston x Reader: Like-Liking You

Requested by @KittyGirl10010 

Two worlds one family (Distant Tarzan yelling)

Reader POV:

Lately, I don't know what to do with myself. Everything seemed to go downhill the moment I met him, and looked into his yellowish greenish eyes. I couldn't stop thinking about how he looked at me that day, because his eyes looked like the one color in the Crayola crayons that no one ever used (idk if it's me but I never used that color for much of anything). 

Even with the thought of his weird eye color that does not look remotely close to his own species eye color made me only want to look at him again, but that would be stalkerish. The only thing I should do is focus on the task at hand: the payload. 

BUT THOSE EYES THO
WHY DO I FIND MYSELF ATTRACTED TO THEM?

TO HIM?

Is this bestiality?

Is this why I have all those books on gorillas at home?

Is this why my favorite movie is TARZAN?!?

No 

HEELLLLLLLLLLLLL NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I need to fight off this urge, this feeling. Stomp on the ashes before the fire is relite. 

I need help.

DEFEAT

Oh shit my team lost.

"I TOLD YOU GUYS TO FOCUS ON THE PAYLOAD!" Lucio screeched for the 45th time. No one will ever hear the end of his spiel, ever. With a heavy sigh, I walked on over to the Overwatch HQ to get some rest. This day needs to end before I loose it.

"I'm going to Mcfreaking loose it if I have to hear Lucio barking at us again." McCree was on my team this time around, looking as exhausted as me.

"Same here. You would think he wouldn't care as much, yet somehow he does." The missions were simple practice for real missions, the payload acting as something or someone we'd have to escort. Nothing was ever at risk, except Soldier:76's bet with Reaper on which team will win. 

"Kid's are caring more these days I guess." McCree shrugged his shoulders.

Then I felt it.

Something hitting me unexpectedly. 

Like a fucking polar bead landed on me.

"OOOOOOF!" I yelled, my eyes squinted shut from the sudden pain. As I slowly open them I saw HIM.

It was Reinhart. 

"OH SORRY THERE MY FRIEND!" Reinhardt slowly got up from on top of me. He holds out a strong hand out towards me to pull me up, but I felt a burning pain in my chest. And it sure as hell didn't feel like heart burn.

"MY RIBS!" I cried for they are broken I think. And so I began to cry like a baby cause I was so exhausted mentally and physically to the point that I didn't care if Reinhardt would feel bad or if Winston walked by and saw OH MY GOD WHO'S CARRYING ME!!??!

For a while I thought I was just flying or hallucinating but when my train of thought stopped, I entered back into reality. As I looked up, I saw Winston's eyes yet again. They were so focused, so different, so...beautiful. His glasses framed those eyes like a work of art on display at a local meuseum, and I was the observer of this masterpiece. It was almost as if my chest was not in terrible pain. "You have... Pretty eyes." I mumble as I found myself cuddling closer into his warm chest. 

Maybe having a crush on a gorilla is not bad.

Like there giant fluffy pillows that double as a bodygaurds that will beat up anyone that rubs you the wrong way. (B.O.B sweating oil in the distance)

Before I knew it, I was at Mercy's office and was all healed up; Winston staying at my side through the whole thing. I wonder why though, we aren't that close or as close as I want to be with him. I'm probably just a clumsy,accident prone co-worker to him. At least that's the only logical reason that blocks off all possibilities of him feeling the same way about me as I feel about him. It's not that he had any girl gorillas around either, they all got murdered cause they went crazy. But does he even like humans? Like, like-like them? Am I better looking to him than some hairy ass gorilla?

 I hope so, because how else can I find a gorilla that can communicate with me and understand me? If I went looking for a gorilla boyfriend in the wild, I'd get lost and die alone! And breaking into a zoo is frowned upon in every country that has zoos.

So now I gotta ask the age old question: "Do you like like like like me?"

As Mercy left da room, I tried to concentrate all my confidence into the center of my brain. But then I started to think about that cringy moment in third grade. My confidence powers began to fade as I began to cry. 

"Y/N ," Winston asked "Why are you crying?"

"uhhh." I replied. I can't tell him I like like like like him cause that's a weird thing to say when you're crying over your crumbling self esteem. 

"Hmm, must be because of the pain in your ribs." He said scientifically.

"Yea... Um Winston? I have something to confess."

"What is it Y/N?" 

"I.... Like like like like you, like ALOT." I could feel the blood traveling to my face as I confessed my feelies.

His greenish yellow eyes looked at me in shock. 

oh shit, i just fucked up.

"GTG NOW BYE FOREVER!"

I tried to run out of the room but as I got up, I felt immediate pain.

"Y/N you need to take better care of yourself, you can't just go off running without even knowing my answer!" His face getting tomato red from his answer. "Y/N... the thing is... I  like you a lot too."

wait what?

"REALLY?!"

"I have ever since the day I saw you." He look to the corner of the room shyly.

"So... Umm do you want to date?"

"ATHENA CHECK MY SCHEDULE!"

(athena says some dates and stuff i just dont feel like typing a date)

"Are you free at (time and date of you choice)?"

"YEA!"

With my newly found confidence, I grabbed his giant face and landed a kiss on his lips. The kiss was long and sweet, almost as if time stopped as we put our lips together like two puzzle pieces.

As we ended our kiss, I felt something at the tip of my tongue. Taking my hand into my mouth, I grabbed an inch and a half strand of dark purple hair from my tongue. I looked over to Winston, my eyebrow perched.

"Sorry!" He said with a nervous chuckle.

The end