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alexiela73 · 7 years

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Hi, I'm kinda new here so idk if you've gotten this kind of request for hc/short fic before but here goes nothin I guess. How do you think junkrat/roadhog, mccree, hanzo, and gabriel help out a disabled/chronically ill s/o on a bad flare day? (Btw I've been reading what you write and I really enjoy it :) ..)

I have not gotten one specifically for this yet. I hope these are okay. And thank you! XD While i like writing for myself, I find more satisfaction in writing for others, so I’m glad you enjoy what I’ve posted

Junkrat:

Is aware you have diabetes

One day he comes over for the day to hang out

The two of you were going to go out and go to the junkyard in search for scrap parts for his next big invention

Except when he gets to your room, he finds you sitting at the table with your head in your hands

Immediately concerned, the junker drops the dirty sack meant for the parts on the floor by the door and hobbles over

“Ye okay, darl’? Ye look a bit pale,” Junkrat says, noticing your pale complexion and the way your eyes seemed a bit distant. Carefully he kneeled on his peg leg, watching you with concern

Giving him a tired smile, you noted his face was dirtier then usual and reached up to gently wipe at his face with a napkin from the table

“Your so dirty,” you whisper, sighing heavily and feeling bad.

Catching your hand, Junkrat presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist, before pausing.

“Have ye taken yer blood thingy with the needle jabber ye have?” Junkrat asked, looking at you with concern now. He’d seen you with low blood sugars but obviously it was a bit worse then usual.

Giving an exhausted nod, you brush your finger tips across his cheek. “I’m sorry, Jamie. I just don’t have the energy to go to the scrap yard today. I feel like I might topple over, honestly,” you said apologetically, hoping he wouldn’t be too disappointed.

Shaking his head, Junkrat stood and straightened his back, showing his true height as he towered over you. Then he leaned and scooped you up, causing you to squeak. Despite having a wiry thin frame, the man was well built and seemed to have endless energy and strength, you once noticed.

“Don’t mind me, darl’,” Junkrat said, plopping you down on the couch. He got your fuzzy slippers for you, before rummaging through the cupboards and fridge. He brought back a can of pop and a bag of chocolate covered pretzels for you, before sitting beside you.

“Here. Movie day is just as good, as long as it be with me best girl,” he said with a goofy grin.

The look of adoration you gave him made today all the worth it. “Thank you,” you said gently, before snuggling to him for the day as he worked on raising your blood pressure with you and letting you relax to get your strength back

McCree

The two of you were out for the day

Despite having heart disease, the two of you ended up buying a ranch half a year ago

The place is a lot of work but usually your good about not working on your bad days and being honest about them

Today you weren’t. The two of you were going to go for a ride through the meadows and have a nice lunch out. Wanting to very badly, you didn’t tell Jesse about how your chest had been hurting since you woke up.

When you found yourself a bit short of breath during the start of the ride, Jesse noticed. You insisted you were fine and that your horse’s speed was a bit rough today

Jesse didn’t believe it. Butterfly rode like a dream.

The two of you were almost getting to the spot when suddenly, the pain in your chest intensified. Pressing a hand to your chest, you gasped for air and felt blackness at the corners of your vision.

“Y/n!” Jesse gasped, turning his horse around and hurrying over just as you fainted. You were lucky, he caught you from falling off the horse just in time.

When you woke up, the pain was a dull ache in your chest. You were laying on the couch in your living room, and you blinked hazily as you struggled to remember exactly what had happened last.

Jesse sat on the edge of the coffee table, holding your hand and looking to be both angry and relieved.

“Jesse-” you croaked but he cut you off.

“You can’t do that, y/n. We agreed when we got the ranch that you would take it easy. You should have told me you weren’t feeling good,” Jesse said, clutching your hand desperately. He had been so worried, and you know it scared him, the thought of anything happening to you.

A slow smile tugged and your lips, and when he saw it he rubbed his eyes. “Why are you smiling?” he growled, but was silenced when you reached up to caress his cheek.

“Your right. I’m sorry, Jesse. I just…I’m so grateful to have someone who cares so much,” you say softly, the look on your face serene as you squeeze his hand. For a moment he just looks at you, as if considering whether or not to let you off the hook.

Finally he rests his forehead on your shoulder and lets out a long sigh.

“I love you, stupid,” he mumbles, before pressing a kiss just before your ear.

Letting out a soft chuckle, you relax.

“I love you too, you goofball,” you murmur.

Hanzo

Today Hanzo had woken and noticed that you had been a bit difficult to wake up

When you did, you had been really tired. It didn’t take you long to realize your lupus was acting up but you refused to admit it

Touching your forehead, Hanzo had immediately noticed the hot fever plaguing you as you attempted to insist that you would be fine

Your joints were really aching this morning, and Hanzo could tell by the way you winced whenever you moved.

Hanzo ended up sentencing you to bedrest for the remainder of the day, even though it was the day of one of japans biggest festivals

You had been so excited to go…it broke your heart that you would have to miss it, but you knew as well that you couldn’t go out in your condition.

You tried to tell Hanzo to go, but he just gave you a look that left no room for arguements. Instead, Hanzo put himself to work making food for you while you laid curled up in bed

Hanzo always stayed home when you weren’t feeling good.

Around lunch time, Hanzo walked in with a tray. There was homemade stew for you, as well as freshly made juice and biscuits.

You couldn’t help the soft smile that touched your lips. Hanzo always took excellent care of you, going above and beyond to ensure that you would at least be happy while you were recovering.

“Thank you,” you murmur as you take the tray, watching as he carefully sat beside you. “How lucky I am, to have such a beautiful nurse,” you tease gently.

A smile tugged at his lips. “You really are, aren’t you,” he says quietly, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your hair.

Watching you while you ate, you noticed Hanzo looked a little more lost in thought then usual, more troubled. Usually he went to meditate when he was troubled, but instead he sat there, tracing circles on your knee as he thought.

“Are you okay?” you murmur, before taking another bite full of food.

Blinking, after a moment Hanzo gives you the barest smile. “Nothing to worry about,” he says softly. “I just…get quite worried over you. I am afraid of there ever coming a day where I might have to wake up without you at my side…”

Stunned, you put down your almost empty bowl of soup to stare at him, realizing what he was worrying over.

“Hanzo Shimada! I am not dying now, nor any time soon. I’ll be damned if if we don’t grow old together!” you said determinedly, wishing he could try and be as sure of it as you were. You’d fight tooth and nail to live as long a life you could with this man you loved.

Eyes meeting yours, Hanzo hesitated before a real smile touched his features. “You are right. You are a fighter,” Hanzo murmurs softly, watching you with adoration evident in his eyes. “It will be okay. You’ve never been wrong before.”

With a laugh, you playfully punched his shoulder. “As if,” you murmur, before returning to finish your delicious soup.

Gabe:

It has been two days since you two have spoken

The last time you two had been together, your heart disease had acted up unexpectedly when the two of you had been out shopping. You’d blacked out in public, and when you woke up he’d taken you to the doctors to have a check up, worried for you

This has happened a couple times this year, or at least situations that were similar

Gabe didn’t like to be avoided, so he decided the best thing to do was to come to you.

Marching up the front steps of your house, he walked in without knocking. Immediately he went upstairs to try and find you, only to see that you were curled up in your bed with your back to the door

For a moment, Gabe contemplated leaving, wondering if maybe you were just sleeping. Then he realized that you were shaking lightly, and slowly he walked over.

“Y/n..” he said softly, reach down and rubbing your back gently. At your touch, you let out the barest sob. It broke his heart.

“Move over,” Gabe urged gently, and you moved over. Crawling into the bed, he snuck himself under the covers before spooning you and burying his face in your long hair.

Silence ensued for a few minutes as he just held you, fingers rubbing soothing circles into your arms as he cradled you against his body. He didn’t want to pressure you to talk, especially when you were upset.

Finally though, you spoke. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, rubbing at your eyes. There was once more a dull ache in your chest. The pain had been evident since the last time you’d seen him.

“Don’t be, baby,” Gabe said softly. “I was just really worried, is all. I just…tell me what’s wrong, baby. Please. Tell me what I can do to make it better.”

At his words, another sob engulfed you. How long would he say that, you wondered? How long before he tired of your episodes too?

“Make it stop,” you whimpered. “Make it go away, Gabe. I’m…I’m so tired…I’m just so tired of it. I can’t do this anymore. I never know when its going to be a good or bad day and I’m so sick of it. I’m just holding you back from having a normal relationship…”

Honestly, you had depression too. This disease was eating at you alive, not just your heart but it was ruining life for you. You felt like it was impossible to enjoy yourself knowing you had this illness.

Gabe would be better off with another girl, you thought, who didn’t faint in public and gasp like a goldfish out of water..

Turning you around, Gabe stared hard into your eyes. “I don’t want to hear that nonsense, y/n. I love you,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I love YOU. You aren’t holding me back. You are who I want to be with. None of this can stop me from wanting you. So unless your trying to get rid of me, stop thinking such nonsense and just tell me you love me.”

You couldn’t help the tiny smile that pulled at the corner of your mouth when he got pushy. It was a little cute. You had trouble believing it though. How could he…

“Y/N,” he said seriously when you hesitated. “I will never leave you. I promise you.”

You stared back into his eyes, hesitating, wanting to believe him so badly. Gabe didn’t tell fables, you reminded yourself. You couldn’t get better if you continued focusing on all the bad stuff…the voice in your head strangely reminded you of things Gabe had said to you many times over.

Hesitating once more, you hugged him tightly.

“I love you,” you whispered, sniffling and you couldn’t help being grateful for the gift that was Gabriel in your life.

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