Widowtracer Highschool AU! Featuring volleyball player Tracer
This AU was requested, I just added the volleyball part.
Tracer is part of the volleyball team
(Because I’m going to be real, all gay girls are either on the volleyball team or color guard)
And her team is really good
Like you would think that people care more about football or basketball
She also looks super cute in her volleyball uniform
Wink wink tiny volleyball shorts ;)
And she’s crushing super hard on the girl that sits behind her in literature
Widow somehow manages to look amazing in a first period class
She always looks elegant and put together and Tracer is just mesmerized
She also wants to kiss Widow so bad it hurts
Widowmaker is dramatic AF and a member of the theatre squad
She works really well with Gabriel, another drama kid
Everyone thinks that they’re a couple but they aren’t
Tracer keeps trying to get Widow to come to her games
Because she puts on booty shorts for every game and someone should appreciate them
Widow politely declines because she thinks that Tracer is cute, but personally, she isn’t into sports.
Tracer feels more and more put out every time Widow refuses, but she keeps trying because she’s clinging onto hope.
Finally it’s the state championships
Tracer’s team gets to go and compete
The school lets everyone take the day off because so many people are going
Reaper is going because his crush, Morrison, is going, but he wants Widow to come just so that he doesn’t feel out of place
Widow reluctantly agrees since she doesn’t have much else to do anyway
Reaper drives her to the game
She gets there and sits at the top of the stands
And quickly realizes the appeal of women’s volleyball
Because oh my god those booty shorts should be cherished
And she watches Tracer the whole time because she’s hot and sweaty and adorable
They win the state championship
Widow tries to find Tracer afterwards to congratulate her but she can’t find her anywhere
Then she checks her phone and finds out that Tracer is already on the bus, heading home
And that she invited Widow to the afterparty
Widow feels a bit flustered because parties definitely aren’t her thing but she agrees anyway
Since they don’t have enough time to get home, Reaper becomes the Ultimate Wingman and lets her borrow a nice, spare shirt from the back of his car, then touches up her makeup.
He drives her to the party and wishes her good luck
It’s surprisingly super chill for a party
It’s at the team captain’s house
Everyone sits around and just talks
Tracer greets Widow and gets her a drink
After a while, Widow starts to feel comfortable, because everyone is chill and relaxed
No one bats an eye at her because they all assume that she’s Tracer’s girlfriend
Finally the team captain (who is totally ripped and named Pharah) asks Widow how long she’s been dating Tracer
Widow and Tracer both turn bright red
Widow quickly excuses herself to go get another drink
When Widow is out of earshot, Tracer explains that they aren’t dating, but she’s been crushing on her since the beginning of the year.
And Pharah is like, “Listen, man. I don’t want to seem like I’m an adult and I know everything, but I’m technically an adult and I know everything. I waited around for Mercy, because I wasn’t sure if she liked me, and she was the one to pull the first move. Widow’s crushing on you hard, and she’s too shy to do anything about it. Maybe you should do something.”
Tracer just nods, gathers up her nerves, and goes into the kitchen
Widow is leaning up against the counter, sipping on some water while she tries to get her emotions under control.
Widow jumps, and then flushes when she realizes who’s speaking to her
“I, uh, wanted to see if you were okay. You were pretty flustered just now.”
That just makes Widow blush even harder.
“I’m fine, cherie. Just a bit nervous.”
“About what Pharah said.”
“Oh. Why? I’m not that ugly, am I?”
Widow wants to die because she realizes that she’s dug herself into a hole that she can’t crawl out of.
“No, you’re not ugly, but I, um, like someone.”
Tracer does her best not to look dejected. “Oh. Is it that Gabriel kid?”
“What? Haha, no. He’s my friend. No, it’s a girl, actually.”
“What’s her name?” Tracer tries to seem normal. “Do I know her?”
“You should. She’s on the volleyball team.”
Tracer automatically feels even more dejected because she wouldn’t be able to stand being around the teammate that Widow was crushing on, especially when Widow and that teammate are together.
“What does she look like?”
“That’s, like, half of the team. I’m going to need a bit more information than that.”
“Fine. She’s got brown hair, and she’s in our literature class.”
Tracer thought for a minute. Surely it couldn’t be her, right? Maybe Pharah was wrong about Widow. “Hana Song? No offense, but I don’t think she’s interested in dating, or at least girls-”
“I, uh,” suddenly Tracer is the one who’s nervous. “I…I’ve been crushing on you too.”
“Really?” Widow can barely believe it.
“Yeah. Since the beginning of the year.”
“Oh.” Widow forces herself to take a deep breath, and smooths her hand over her hair. “Well, I have practice Monday, but we can go out for ice cream after that.”
Tracer whips around to stare at her. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Unless you don’t want to go out-”
“No! I mean yes. Hell yes. I would like that, love. “
Widow gives her a relieved smile. “It’s a date, then.”
Tracer grins like an idiot for the rest of the night.