Overwatch Writing Zine #1 1 | Page 20

Bedtime story (Symmetra x Reader)

Her fingers were clumsy as she tried to undo her dark buttons. Unusual, considering how skilled she seemed with many other things. She had been muttering to herself as she tried to get the sky blue coat’s bottom button to unhook. All she wanted was a day with you. Can she not even get that? She seemed very serious, but in all honesty, she had just been a little frustrated as of recently. She tells you she’s been tired recently, but based on the look in her eyes, she’s determined to make up for it, spending time with you now.

She finally undoes the last button and holds her coat. She sits beside you, gently smoothing the bed sheet after she gets situated. She puts her coat in her lap, fidgeting with it for a moment, soon glancing up at you. She motions for you to lie back and rest. Her lips twitch as she hides a smile, seeing you in a very cozy position. She reaches out and gently caresses your cheek.

“Be more careful next time.” she murmurs. “You catching a cold could lead to something worse.” She wants to cheer you up, and gently squeezes your cheek, placing her hand back in her lap. She glances around at the hard light sculptures she’s made for you. There’s got to be at least five. She glances at her lap for a moment. You’ve only been in bed for about an hour, but art is her passion, and she indulges when she’s nervous. You can tell she’s thinking by the way her eyebrows are furrowed. She glances at you and speaks. “Would you like to hear my favorite story again?” She can’t hide her smile when you agree. You love this story, too. She clears her throat and begins.

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On that day, it was quite cloudy. Cold and cloudy, I might add. I watched as my breath became wisps in the air. I distinctly remember that I finished my work earlier in the day. After all, if what kind of woman would I be if I still had work to do, and neglected it for something else entirely? Then again, you’re very distracting. If needed, I would have dropped work to see you. But that’s only if something drastic happened. Now, though… Work is important, but you come first.

Anyway, you opened the door. I remember I was wearing my sweater. My favorite one. ...The light blue turtleneck. Yes, the light blue turtleneck. I glanced from the ground up at you, surprised to see you actually come to the door. I gave you a little nod and a slight wave, just as I started to play with my hair. I had quite a few nervous tics, then. I was quiet for a moment, choosing my words carefully. I just came over and knocked on your door, so I had to say the perfect thing to you. After a moment, I spoke.

“I realize this might be an… Inopportune time, but I wanted to know if you were busy.” I looked away from you, more than a little embarrassed. You were very cute, then. You looked like you had just gotten out of bed, you know. Even though it was late afternoon... I glanced back at you, clearly worried about your response to my idea.