#overwatch reader insert

Being with Moira was, far from easy. Her personality was difficult, and often Angela would come to you asking you to please reason with her for a multitude of reasons. You sit on your two's shared bed, as she works away in her office the room over. You hated how others spoke of Moira, even in front of your face knowing you two had started something official recently. Sometimes the whispers get to you, you can’t help it. You read through the Overwatch agencies group chat, and spot Moira's name from Angela. You read over the not kind words shared between her and others. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, and you lock your phone. A sniff escapes from yourself, and you bring your sleeve up to your eyes attempting to wipe away the tears that threaten to spill.

Moira works away in her medical office, reading and flipping through a clipboard of papers with a small sigh. Her eyes narrow as she sits the clipboard down, pinching the bridge of her nose. She decides to take a small break, and leaves her office dropping her white coat onto the floor behind her. She shuts her lab door, and makes her way into her bedroom where you sit on the bed. As soon as she walks in she can sense there's something wrong. "(Y/n), is something the matter?" She smoothly questions, bed dipping in where she sits by yourself. You look at her with slightly teary eyes, shaking your head no, even though that's obviously not true. She gives a small hum, leaning closer to yourself taking your face into her own hand at the chin, tilting your head up at her; as she sits a bit taller than you on the bed. "A ghrá, if you do not wish to tell me what troubles you that is fine, though do not lie to myself." She places a small kiss onto your lips, eyes staying narrowed with an unreadable expression as she pulls away.

You sniff a bit, leaning your face into Moira's hand that rests at the side of your face, against your cheek. You stare into her bi-colored eyes, and she stares back, not breaking the gaze. She uses her thumb to wipe away tears from your eye, as they slow down to a stop. She gives you a small, half smile, though it looks more like a smirk on herself. “Whenever anything is wrong, (y/n), you may only ask for my help, yes?” Her hand leaves your face, and comes to your hand, she intertwines her slender fingers with yours, and uses her other hand to pet your hair softly, smoothing it out. As her hand sinks into your hair, your worries fade away, the words you read from others leave your mind, and Moira continues her petting at your hair, running her fingers through it, combing it back. You give her a smile, “better now?” She questions yourself.

You nod to her, and squeeze her hand that is interlocked to yours, playing a bit with her fingers. She lightly pulls you forward, herself falling back into the plush mattress you two had been sitting upon, pulling you onto herself to coddle you kindly. It feels uncharacteristic, though you know how her sharp edges soften for you. You lay, head against her chest as she keeps a hand in your hair, her other hand rests at the small of your back. You blink slowly for a moment, then close your eyes shut, beginning to let yourself drift off in Moira’s arms.

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A/N: This was so much shorter than I intended, and I know you said reader has no reason for being upset but my brain had an idea and I ran with it 😖 I hope you enjoy! (Also the title means “I am here for you” it’s actually one of her voice lines from the game!)

Masterlist

To you, there were two inevitable rules when you slept wrapped up in Cole's arms. One, you would have the warmest, most tranquil sleep of your life while spooned against his body, his arm tucking you to his side like this was the only place you belonged. And two, your bladder would inevitably chase this moment away, demanding to be emptied the moment you begin to drift back into consciousness.

You had tried to reject the growing urgency but the waning darkness began to coax you from your dreams, consciousness creeping in bit by bit. Cole and you had shifted during the night, the man’s right arm still tucked around your body but not firmly locked around your hips as it had been the night before. You were still pressed snuggly against his side, the entirety of your body pressed into his; your right leg resting comfortably on top of his thigh, your hand curled against his hairy chest. A lazy smile tugged at your lips as you finally managed to open your eyes, thankful that it was still fairly dark in the room. Being at the far corner of the base did have its advantages, especially when you needed another half hour to face the sun. 

Screwing your eyes up in another hard couple of blinks, the bleariness of sleep gave way to an eyeful of Cole’s chest, your own fist closing and squeezing a few times before you stole a glance up. Your smile grew into a full grin as you caught sight of Cole’s sleeping visage, warmth blooming through out you as you studied the man for a moment. In the growing light, you could see the smattering of freckles that covered his skin from head to toe from years of exposure to the New Mexico sunlight. His hair was damn near chocolate color in the dimness of the room, but flecks of auburn and cinnamon were peeking through bit by bit as the sun continued to rise.

You resisted the urge to snort as the man gave one quick snort in his sleep, biting hard on your bottom lip when he smacked his lips before his breathing evened out into quiet snores once more. The man had his left arm thrown over his face, but to you that did nothing to conceal his high cheekbones and battle crooked nose. A blush climbed into your face and crept down your chest, absolutely taken by how much you adored him.

Still, your bladder demanded reprieve and you needed to move before it became too late. You gingerly began to lift your leg off his, hand opening to gently smooth across his chest so you could fully untangle yourself from him without interrupting the man’s sleep. Once your legs were free from the man, you were able to scoot towards the bottom edge of the bed, carefully moving inch by inch so you didn’t jostle the man. As soon as your feet began to dangle over the edge of the bed, you pushed yourself the rest of the way off of the bed, tugging your long sleep shirt back down and rushing to the small, connected bathroom.

Gibraltar’s bathrooms were fairly simplistic, if not industrial; an open concept shower with shelves on the outside stacked with towels, toiletries and aloe vera plants. A small wall separated the shower and the toilet, the toilet neatly tucked in the corner and away from the entrance to the room. You didn’t waste time turning the lights on, sunlight beginning to filter past the frosted glass windows of the room and sending beams of sunlight against the mirror over the sink. Rushing towards the toilet you quickly finished your business, squeaking softly as the bidet activated as you finished, sleep quickly chased away as soon as the device cleaned you off. Might as well get started on the day.

Pattering over to the sink you quickly washed your hands, giving yourself a quick once over in the mirror before grabbing your toothbrush. Weary eyes and bedhead greeted your view, somehow managing to avoid the dregs of bedhead despite not pulling your hair up or wrapping it before falling asleep. Making a mental note, you knew you’d have to teasingly thank the cowboy for saving you from a completely bad hair day. Squirting a glob of toothpaste onto the brush, you leaned over the sink, eyes closing as you idly swayed side to side as you brushed your teeth. Your mind sleepily wandered over plans for the day and what to make for breakfast until your thought process was suddenly interrupted by two hands gliding over your hips. You sputtered, toothpaste dribbling down your chin in surprise as your eyes snapped open, greeted by the amused, half-lidded reflection of your boyfriend behind you.

“Jesus Cole”, you murmured, shifting your toothbrush to the side and grabbing a Kleenex from the shelf to wipe your face. “You scared me half to death!”

His hands gently rubbed your hips in small circles apologetically, the man dipping down to press a kiss to the back of your head, nuzzling into your hair as he stifled a yawn.

“’m sorry sugar”, he hummed, the sleep clinging to his voice dragging it down a few octaves. You were sure he felt the shiver that ran down your spine, his hands inching from your waist to your stomach, thumbs rubbing in comforting circles. “Woke up alone…”

He trailed off for a moment as you spit the remnants of toothpaste from your mouth and rinsed before fully leaning backwards into the man, the softness of his touch and torso contrasted by the hardness pressed against your ass. Cole had no problem admitting her was a clingy man, if you were in the room, he wanted to have some part of your touching him. Waking up without you there had probably sent the man into auto-pilot, seeking you out until he could hold you in his arms once more. Heat began to swirl lazily in you at his touch, his calloused fingers working small circles higher and higher, pausing until you rolled your hips back against his needily. A pleased rumble started low in his chest, the quiet growl growing when his fingertips grazed the underside of your breasts. Tilting your head back, your gazes locked, the needy hunger you shared making your entire body tremble.

“Damn”, Cole moaned softly, head canting to the side of yours as he pressed a hard kiss to your temple, your breasts suddenly engulfed in his hands. His thumbs barely grazed your nipples, your entire body jumping at the contact and moaning at his covered length pushing more insistently against your bare ass.  “Y’know I can’t control myself when ya look at me like that, darlin’.”

“Then don’t”, you sighed, falling forward as his fingers rolled your nipples lightly, propping yourself up on the sink.

Groaning, Cole fell with you, nipping at the shell of your ear each time he tweaked your sensitive nubs, thighs squeezing tighter and tighter as each movement sent pure electricity into your clit. The man did not relent as you hips rolled and grinded hard against his boxer-briefs, the sensation of fabric making your overly sensitive pussy cry out for direct stimulation. You could the growing wet spot on Cole’s underwear, unsure if it was only you that could be blamed or if his cock was spilling pre-cum. Both of you were growing erratic, you legs shaking as you tried to press into him to provide some reprieve for your throbbing clit, him grinding into you as if the action would allow him to easily slip through the layers of fabric and inside. He refused to relinquish his hold on your breasts for the moment, husky breathing teasing your ears before pausing for one pregnant moment.

“Fuck!”

Your body jerked before melting, Cole’s teeth nibbling at the crux of your shoulder and neck before sinking in, the t-shirt providing little barrier from the delectably stinging onslaught. The way he pulled one hand away from your breasts to yank the neck of the shirt over, smothering the heated area with kisses made your heart flutter, knees wobbling as you clutched even harder at the sink to stay up. A whimper tumbled from your lips as his right hand dragged down your body and cupped your mound, one of his fingers barely dragging across the slit of your cunt. He inhaled sharply against your skin, his palm massaging your mound.

“Please”, you breathed as he applied more pressure, his fingers slipping up and down, pulling away right before he reached your clit. You whined as your eyes slipped closed and pleading words fell from you like a prayer. Heat and need poured from you like water, the man’s hand pulling back just slightly when you ground your hips down, the teasing making your head grow fuzzy. “Please Cole, pretty please.”

Stars burst behind your eyes for the briefest second as your knees fully buckled, the man firmly rolling two fingers around your overly sensitive clit. Pleasure raced through your body, your hands scrambling for purchase on the sink as you began to fall.

“Woah there”, Cole breathed out, hand quickly pulling away so his arm could wrap tight around your hips, his other arm wrapped right under your breasts. “Wasn’t expectin’ that huh?

Heat exploded in your cheeks as you finally managed to peek your eyes back open, twisting your head away from your reflection as it seared itself into your mind. You had come apart just from one direct touch, lips parted and eyes half-lidded, the ravenous look of Cole’s lust darkened eyes and ruddy cheeks making you want to take another plunge into pleasure.

“N-no”, you murmured petulantly before wiggling slightly, the man’s hold not loosening from around you. Lifting your arm weakly, you pointed towards the door, sticking your bottom lip out in a pleading pout. “Bed now? My legs ain’t gonna work through another round like that.”

You laid on the sugar thickly, a grin spreading on your lips as a husky grunt of affirmation rumbled against your back. It wasn’t needed but you knew the man loved his compliments, praise being a huge ‘secret not so secret’ kink of his. Twisting you around, you squealed as Cole’s hand slipped from around you hips to under your ass and thighs, the man quickly lifting you up using his prosthetic arm before balancing out with his other. His hands slid down to massage at your thighs as they wrapped around his hips, arms holding on tight to him as he sauntered back over to the bedroom.

“Oh baby you are incredible”, you hummed softly as you tilted your head forward, gently pressing your forehead against his, trapping his messy bangs between the both of you. You pressed several hard kisses to his lips, dissolving into half a dozen pecks, your fingers rubbing small circles against the back of his neck. “How am I supposed to think when you’re driving me crazy like this?”

You could feel the heat rise against the back of his neck, a pleased flush making the subtle freckles pop against his sun-kissed skin. His fingers dug into your thighs, enough pressure to let you know your words were boring straight to his core, his head dipping down and capturing your lips in a hard kiss. You melted into his touch, your arms wrapping even tighter about his shoulders as your torso fully leaned into his, nails scratching at the back of his neck and hair. Every ounce of growing need kept your lips locked with his, your teeth grazing at his lips only for him to catch your bottom lip between his, a desperate whine pulled from your chest.

“You stealin’ my words now darlin’”, Cole breathed heavily as he pulled away from you, tongue swiping out to taste your lips as his knee hit the bed. “Careful now.”

Cole was careful as he climbed onto the bed, your arms still locked around him as he dropped both of your legs onto the bed and trapped you between his. Your face burned as you stared up at the man, his gaze dancing over every single inch of your body as you returned the favor. There were times you forgot what a thick man he was; broad, muscular shoulders giving way to full, cup-able pecs and a solid set of abs covered in a soft layer of fat and hair. You had called the man a bear more times than you could count, Cole taking pride in the fact and patting his stomach or his thighs whenever he wanted your attention. Right now, however, his hands were playing with the waistband of his underwear, your breath catching in your chest as your eyes continued to trail downward.

His dick hung thick, hard and ready, the forest of pubic hair disappearing behind the grey and red waistband but you knew what lay just beyond. The fabric had been completely saturated in wetness, his precum beginning to bead through the fabric, his cock twitching under your hungry gaze. Your hand finally moved away from the back of his neck, working slowly down his chest to tweak at a nipple before it continued its journey towards its goal. Three of your fingers hooked into the waistband alongside his, your eyes pulling up from his cock, over his body and locking with his gaze again. Slow, heady breaths fell from his lips as you both paused, waiting to see who would act first. Smiling, you slowly lifted your brows in a teasingly demure manner.

“Please baby?”

Your tone dipped, desire making your tone husky, arching your back to push out your breasts, fingers gliding left and right playfully. Both of you adored taking charge at time but right now you wanted him to devour you alive, to fill you up and ravish you in a way only he knew how. Cole’s nostrils flared as his eyes broke away from your own to drink you in, hands clumsily pushing the underwear away and kicking them away behind him. Your head swam as you spread your legs further for him, eyes lingering on his thick, ruddy cock as he inched closer to you, his hand pumping his length as he fell over you. He swiped his length against your cunt once, then twice, his dick coated in your essence before he nestled himself between you lips, pushing forward agonizingly slow.

“Damn you feel so good”, Cole moaned, his head tilted back as he tried to hold some semblance of control and not slam into you completely.

His hand drifted dazedly from his cock to your hips, the tips of his fingers pressing into the flesh possessively as he sank into you inch by inch. Your breath caught in your throat as your walls hungrily sucked him in, whining low as he bottomed out and held you in place. Cole wanted to savor the feeling of your walls around him, letting out a slow hiss as he pulled back before slowly tilting his hips forward once more. You were so delightfully full of Cole, his cock thick and lightly curved upward, teasing every inch of your cunt while lightly teasing your g-spot with every thrust in. The cowboy’s thrusts were always so deliberate, at least at the beginning, because he wanted to twist you up higher and higher so you both could come tumbling down together.

Your hands twisted into the sheets with the first thrust, clawing and scrambling against the fabric for some type of purchase as he set that spine tingling pace. Tilting your head back, your eyes squeezed up tight as you felt the head of his cock brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over, the man pulling half way out before sliding into you slow and steady. Your mind was growing hazy, getting lost in his touch as you rocked against him desperately, his hands tightening around your hip before releasing them. Trying to catch your breath if even for a moment, you squealed as the man’s hands traveled down your side and moved to under your knees. Your eyes snapped open as you looked at him, the man’s gaze half-lidded, the hungry wanton look in your eyes making your squeeze around the man in anticipation.

“C-Cole fuck!”

Cole had pinned your knees in place, the man’s hips pulling back briefly before snapping forward, his thighs clapping against your ass. You could barely breathe, the man was even deeper than he was before, your wetness punctuating each move he made when he drilled inside of you. A part of you wanted to look away, to squeeze your eyes tight and get lost in the feeling but Cole had pinned you in place, dark eyes glowing with loving desire.

“You look so damn pretty”, Cole sighed, punctuating each word with another snap of his hips, his words pouring over you like honey and setting every inch of your body aflame.

You finally managed to break eye contact, each snapping thrust making your head grow fuzzier and fuzzier, the back of your palms pressed against your eyes and cheeks to chase some coolness, some calm back into your body. You were coming undone in his arms and he knew it, Cole pressing even closer to you and settling your thighs on his hips and leaning close to you, completely enveloping you in the scent of tobacco leaves and musk and him. His cock throbbed hard inside of you as your legs wrapped about his thighs, pulling him even closer, a silent plead for him to end you.

“Come on now angel”, he sighed, voice tight with control, gently coaxing your hands away from your face with his own, your arms wrapping him to stabilize yourself somehow. “Don’t hide yer pretty face from me.”

His thrust picked up, his lips capturing the screaming moan that escaped them, his hands framing your face as he fucked you relentlessly. Nipping, licking, growling against your mouth and lips and tongue, his thumbs worked slow methodical circles against your face, the tender strokes punctuated by the unabated drive of his hips into your own. Your body began to come undone bit by bit; toes pointing hard as your thighs began to quiver, nails clawing at his shoulders as your walls milked the man. Cole kissed you through your orgasm, grunts and moans of praise tangling between both of your lips, his forehead crushed hard against your as the smack of his skin against yours grew faster and uneven.

“Please Cass”, you breathed against his lips, your body still riding wave after wave of pleasure, wanting to feel him spill inside of you. Your walls milked him even more as you felt him begin to throb, his body on the verge of falling completely over the precipice. “Please fill me up, please I need you baby, I want all of you. Every drop. Please”

Your words slurred as Cole buried his head in the crook of your neck, quiet promises falling against your skin as his hips slammed into your twice more before freezing. Shivering you pressed your lips to the top of his head, each throb of his cock sending bursts of lava throughout your center, your arms tightening even more about his shoulders. Cole was careful to not drop his entire weight on you as your legs finally released him, the man nuzzling into the side of your neck and pressing tender kiss after kiss against your dewy skin.

“Nmmmm I love you darlin’”, he murmured into the side of your neck, as your hands began to card through his hard slowly.

Hanzo is, to put it frankly, pretty hard to read, and you don't actually see him too often, but the times he is around... you're not sure if he judges everyone the way he seems to be judging you, or if it's just a bad case of resting bitch face, but either way it's not the most comfortable of interactions. But you put on a smile since Genji's always around when Hanzo's around, as if perhaps he's a little worried about how Hanzo might act without him around. Or how you might act.

But the way he takes off his helmet as soon as you're alone with him, takes a deep breath and sighs in relief? That alone is worth all the trouble that comes with being his partner.

... Okay maybe it's about the kisses and the sex too. He is pretty damn good at those. They're certainly nothing to complain about, that's for certain. And there's also something to be said for the way he says your name, like he's treasuring every letter of it before it leaves his mouth. Plus those beautiful eyes, always changing colors, full of adoration when he thinks you aren't looking? Just perfect. Hard not to be absolutely smitten when he's such a gentleman at all the right moments, too.

Of course, you're smitten right now with his head in your lap, hands brushing through the short green locks whose color he maintains so meticulously. It's a wonder he can keep it so soft still with all that coloring...

Though he's half asleep it seems, he still opens his eyes when your petting pauses, bright green to match his hair looking up at you curiously. "Getting tired?"

"Hm? Oh, no. Just got lost in thought is all."

"I see. And what were you thinking about?"

You pause for a moment, then shrug a little. "Not much, really. Just about how things have been lately."

He tilts his head a little in return, closing his eyes as you return to your petting. "How do you feel about it?"

"Well... worried about Null Sector, and all the other things going on right now, but also... happy? To be with you, and knowing you and Overwatch are working hard to stop all the bad things."

A smile tugs at his mouth, a bit lopsided thanks to one of his scars, and it makes you smile a bit as well. "We are doing our best, I promise. I would spend more time with you were it not for those things..."

"I can be patient. Being a hero is hard work, I get it!"

This time Genji laughs quietly, reaching up without even opening his eyes to let his fingers graze over your cheek. You lean into the touch, sighing. Moments like these are too far apart; you have to savor every second that slips by.

"I hope it is not too much of a burden to bear."

"Of course not! I just wish I could do more for you." It can be a struggle having to sit on the sidelines while he's out there risking his neck to save people and stop Null Sector.

His fingers catch on your jaw and guide you into leaning down, close enough for an upside down kiss that you're happy to give him. Once you've had your fill you start to pull back, but his hand has you remaining close enough to feel his breath tickle your skin as he says, "This is more than enough, to have you by my side."

"Then I guess I'll just have to stay here."

Another soft kiss, and then you're free to straighten up this time, taking his hand in yours while the other returns to combing his hair. Genji has his eyes closed again, but he's smiling as he lies there and you're pretty sure he won't drift off as easily this time.

The mission started like any other, just an ambush to some Talon operations. You and Cassidy were bickering the whole flight to Dorado, which wasn't out of the ordinary. The two of you fought often, but never with real malice. Mainly just a friendly rivalry that you both tended to take a little too far.

At least for you, bickering with him was just a way to hide your growing feelings for him. In this line of work, being too attached to your partner wasn't ideal, so Morrison kept you both as mission partners despite how much your rivalry annoyed everyone else around you. You and Cassidy operated with such synergy despite getting on the other's nerves. Missions usually went off without a hitch no matter how much you complained about having to deal with him.

Emphasis on "usually". This mission was one of the few where things went downhill quick. You were sent to Dorado to essentially cause a distraction. The intent was to ambush a meeting occurring between Talon and a local operation of Null Sector. The two of you had done this a thousand times. However, usually you never end up ambushing Doomfist himself.

You recognized his voice almost instantly, making you stop in your tracks. You waited until the voices got softer before whispering over the comms. "Cass, since when is Doomfist the one overseeing this meeting?"

Cassidy chuckled lightly. "If you get your part of the plan right, we shouldn't need to deal with him." His confidence made your blood boil.

Essentially, the plan was for you to find the fire alarm, then the two of you would go in guns blazing once most of the crowd dispersed. Hopefully most of the patrols would evacuate leaving them to deal with the ones actually partaking in the meeting.

Of course, this plan revolved around the fact that intel reported that Sombra was involved in a mission halfway across the world. Having the hacker watching the security feed like a hawk would ruin their plans. Unfortunately, someone didn't vet the truth of the information enough.

"Jefe, it looks like we have some Overwatch agents hanging around. Looks like one of them is at the security console."

"Copy that."

This mission was not worth dying for. "You know what, Cass? If you're so confident that Doomfist won't get in our way how about we trade roles then?"

"You know we probably could do that, we both know I'd deal with that situation better than you."

You could hear the smirk in his voice. He wasn't being rude, just cocky. You took a deep breath, which really served two purposes: 1) preventing yourself from snapping at him, and 2) calming your own nerves before dealing with one of the deadliest men in the world.

"Man I can feel the glare from across the warehouse." He chuckled. There was something about his tone that was slightly different. Was he nervous? He seemed like he was trying to distract both of you from the reality of the danger ahead of you.

"Cass, can you at least head over here as backup in case I need it?" This request changed the plan somewhat, but you were sure Morrison would understand. If not, you were sure Morrison could suck it up and deal with it.

You head his laugh through the comms. "I'll see what I can do, darlin'."

If you were in the same room, that would have probably earned him a playful slap on the arm, but luckily, he had the foresight to call you that when he wasn't in your proximity.

You took another deep breath, shaking your hands a bit. "I'm going in." You whispered, voice dropping in volume immensely. You didn't wait for a response, thinking you'd chicken out before he did. You stepped into the room, doing a quick search before heading to the terminal.

It didn't take you long to navigate through it to turn on the fire alarm. You pressed the screen and heard the shrill noise in your ears. It was loud but not loud enough to cover up the familiar sound of Doomfist charging his punch.

"Oh sh-" You didn't get to finish before he collided with your shoulder. You hit the wall hard. Tapping the device that sat on your chest, you recalled back to the terminal and blinked away as he turned around.

You started sprinting off. You could run pretty fast, but when Doomfist has a rocket power glove to propel him forward, it wasn't exactly a fair race.

"Cass we gotta go!" You yelled out. You could hear him say something over the comms, but the sound of the Doomfist's shotgun echoing through the room left it hard to hear exactly what he said. Most of the shell hit your body armor, but he did leave some shallow cuts on your legs and arms. Nothing too major. You would be surprised if any of them needed anything more than a bandage

The shotguns finally stopped, and you could hear Cassidy say, "I'll be there as soon as I can." You were nearing the garage doors that were the designated exit to get to the evac point. It was too quiet, and you had a half second of confusion before seeing a flash of blue travel over your head. By the time you skidded to a stop, he was already charging up a punch. Before you could blink away, his fist collided with your chest. He propelled you into the concrete wall with a loud thud.

You couldn't breathe. All you felt was pain and the cold concrete on your back. Your head was reeling, and you could swear you felt blood running down the back of your neck.

You instinctively tapped the device on your chest, but your recall hadn't charged up yet. Fuck.

A ringing filled your ears. You assumed it was from the head trauma, but you soon recognized it as the familiar beeps of Cole's magnetic grenade.

Doomfist was distracted with the grenade, so you blinked out of his vicinity. Cole started firing shots at him, and you tried to take the opportunity to open the garage door so you both could get out.

It obviously didn't work. When you tried to bend down to grab the handle, the pain was excruciating. You tried to stifle any noise of pain because you didn't want to draw any other attention. You would just have to wait for your partner to open it. You turned back around to see that Cole had managed to do a number on the man. You could see the burn on the large man's shoulder from the grenade and at least three bullet wounds.

Doomfist began to charge up a rocket punch, but he lost his focus for a moment. He must have heard something in his earpiece that made him change his mind because he turned back and propelled himself to retreat. You would have taunted him and called him a coward if you could actually breathe.

Cassidy flung open the garage door and turned back to you. "Are you okay to go?"

You rolled your eyes. "I'm just peachy." You managed to get the words out somehow.

You could see something in his gaze. Fear? Apprehension? You weren't sure exactly.

You both could hear the loud footsteps of reinforcements. He went to grab your arm, but he pulled his hand away when he realized it would probably hurt you. "We have to go, try and keep up." He said. He wasn't saying it as a challenge, more begging you to try. He set off fairly quickly, and you really tried to follow.

The impact of your shoes hitting the pavement made your entire body hurt. You couldn't breathe. Your head was spinning, you felt so lightheaded. There might have been gunfire, or maybe it was your heart pounding in your ears.

You both hadn't even made it 100 meters before you ducked behind a vehicle. You called out for him.

When he turned to look at you, his blood ran cold. The only thing keeping you upright was you leaning against the armored truck. Your face was pale, and your eyes were barely focused.

"Cole, I can't." You whimpered out between too shallow of breaths.

He stepped toward you, gently resting his hands on your shoulders. "It ain't much farther now, y/n" he said. His voice was shaking.

You shook your head. Your eyes filled with tears. "I can't." You repeated. "Just go." You said. You weren't thinking clearly. Obviously, you didn't want to be left here, but you also couldn't make yourself go any farther.

Cassidy scoffed slightly. "Y/n, I'm not going back without you. You know that." It was clear he was getting worked up, too. You could have sworn you saw tears in his eyes.

"I can't."

You would say something else but you couldn't find the words. Even if you did, you could hardly breathe enough to say anything. You were so lightheaded, and your vision was slowly getting darker as you struggled to breathe.

The voice of the pilot came through the comms, but you couldn't comprehend the words they said.

"This is gonna hurt like hell, but you'll thank me later." Before you processed the words he said, he maneuvered you into his arms. You let out a yelp as pain radiated through your entire body.

You could feel the air across your face as he carried you. You could see the shape of the dropship, but everything was blurry. You were just so tired; you just wanted to close your eyes.

"Stay awake, we're almost there. You can't d-" His words faded out along with your vision as you lost consciousness.

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Beep.... Beep....

Your eyes fluttered open to be met with the harsh lights of a hospital room.

Your entire body hurt. It was a dull pain, almost like Reinhardt sitting on you or something. The thought made you chuckle softly, which made the pain worse. You felt some sort of compression around your chest. You had quite a nasty headache as well, which was the worst at the back of your head.

You went to look at your surroundings as much as you could without hurting yourself. On the left was normal hospital stuff, but to your right was a sleeping cowboy leaning against the wall.

Your heart kind of melted at the sight. He definitely looked a little rough. He has probably been in your room for a while. You could see the beginnings of a five o'clock shadow on his face, and he looked like this was his first time sleeping in a while.

You contemplated letting him sleep and just waiting to announce you were awake. He looked really tired and probably needed the sleep. But you knew he would kill you if he found out. Plus, you were thirsty, and there was no way you would be able to get up and get something to drink without waking him up.

"Cole?" You called out, hoping you could wake him up just with your voice. You called out a second time, but he was still snoring away.

You took a deep breath before leaning towards him and touching his shoulder. You winced and inhaled sharply, but at least you woke him up.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked, the genuine concern showing even though he seemed half asleep.

"I was just trying to wake you up."

"You really shouldn't be moving right now!"

"Okay, well, I already tried calling your name, so your other options would have been me screaming or throwing a pillow at you. Which would you prefer me to do next time?"

There was no malice behind your words. It was just your normal banter. The smirk on your face made most of the anxiety he'd been bottling up fade. He chuckled lightly. "How about there won't be next time?"

Your smirk only grew. "I make no promises."

Cole let out a soft sigh, relieved that you were still as endearing annoying as usual. "How are you feeling?"

You grinned. There's that smile he missed so much. "I feel like I was hit with a Reinhardt."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I bet you do. Doc says you have four broken ribs and a nasty concussion. Doomfist really did a number on you."

"Well, I would've done a number on him if he didn't run away like a little bitch."

That really got Cole laughing. Man, he really missed you. He didn't know how dull the days had been without you in them.

He took a deep breath, and you could just tell he was about to say something important.

"Not to interrupt, but before you start, can you get me something to drink."

He smirked slightly. "No."

You narrowed your eyes at him, sending him a slight glare until he conceded.

You wanted to sit up, but that probably wasn't a good idea. He handed you the cup, murmuring a soft thanks as you took it. You take a drink through the straw before handing it to him to put on the bedside table.

He sat back down, letting out a sigh before speaking. "You really scared the shit out of me, y'know that, right?" His voice was soft, much softer than he usually spoke with you.

"I figured you would've been throwing a party since you didn't have to deal with me anymore." You said, only slightly jokingly.

His face somehow became even more serious. "Why do you say that like I hate you?"

"I mean, sometimes it feels like it, I guess."

"Y/N." He interrupted. "I don't hate you." You could see his face beginning to flush. "Almost the opposite actually."

"Oh." You murmured. It took you a second to realize what he said.

"Oh."

He chuckled softly, shifting in his seat a bit. The vibe in the room definitely changed

"If it helps, I also have the opposite of hate for you"

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. That was a relief. He wanted to get it off his chest after almost losing you. He put his hand on yours. "Good to know."

You opened your mouth to say something but stopped as the door swung open.

"Now that you two are done flirting, can I check your vitals now, y/n." Angela stepped into the room, a slight smirk on her face.

Now your face was heating up, too. You gave Cole an awkward glance before murmuring, "Yeah, of course."

As Mercy pulled a thermometer out of her lab coat, Cole's face changed to his usual smug grin. "If their temp is a little high, you know why, Doc."

You tried to contain your laughter. Ignoring the pain, you reached out and playfully slapped his arm. "Ignore him, Angela." You said, sending him a slight glare.

You knew two things.

1. You love him so much.