Hello there! Can I have Romantic hc McCree, Hanzo, Genji; Platonic Ana, Reinhardt w/ young fem!reader (around 20 y.o), who can be very friendly, funny to the others, seems very confident and says wise things, like some old man ;D, but in fact she feels very lonely and insecure about herself, and she is afraid that she is being imposed on, or that she will be abandoned in one moment.
Pardon my English and for such a big request 😅 But I hope it'll catch your eye and you'll write the answer.
Best wishes and keep safe! 🖤🖤
Hello! I'm sorry but I only do 3 characters max! I hope I don't disappoint too much! Because of how long it got I had to do only 2 though
McCree:
As long as you could remember, you've always had to be strong for the world- show that you were unafraid and able to press forward
When you and Jesse first met, he thought you had the biggest balls of anyone he'd ever seen-even for a lil' lady
The way you could make a room light up, or lead people through some of the toughest moments was something he always admired
He wanted to be the person you could lean on too, if you ever needed
Jesse didn't realize though just how tough your cover was...nor the worry and sadness you felt just beneath that shield of yours
Not until Jesse found your diary
Of course, if he'd known it was a diary, he'd never have touched it. But it was a diary disguised as a regular book. You'd left it on your bed and he'd thought it was maybe a romance novel or some thriller
When he'd opened it and realized what he was reading, he almost put it back...till his eyes caught a few words. Drawn to them, he felt his heart clench.
‘Jesse looks so happy with his friends tonight. I smile, but I feel like an outsider. Do they like me? Do they know I’m not good enough for him? I’m scared for when he realizes it too...’
Jesse had felt his heart clench in his chest, sitting on the edge of your bed. He knew it was wrong, but he read more- there were good things, but so many pages...had similar thoughts. Thoughts that he’d leave you someday. How long had you felt like this, he thought sadly.
“Hey Jesse, you ready to go to...” you had frozen in the doorway when you saw him sitting on your bed, the book in hand.
Slowly, Jesse closed the book and placed it on your pillow. Swallowing, he stood. “Darlin’....” Jesse said, his a soft croon. When he reached for you, you stepped back, arms wrapping around yourself.
This was the first time Jesse had ever seen you withdraw, or tears fill your eyes. “I...I didn’t mean for you to see. Its...its stupid, right? I...Just...”
“Y/n,” Jesse said, gently but firmly grabbing your arms, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. “Baby, look at me...what you wrote, if you really think that..you’re wrong. I love you, lil’ lady. We belong together.”
A sob seemed to catch in your throat. “What...if we aren’t? What if I’m holding you back-” you said, and Jesse silenced you by crushing you into a bear hug, a hand cradling your head now.
Just that was enough for the dam to break. How
“Don’t ever say that, darlin’. You’re the reason I’m standin’ here today,” he whispered, kissing the side of your head. “I love you. I love you,” he whispered, as you cried into his chest. “I love you, baby girl. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”
Hanzo:
It was difficult to fool Hanzo, in many ways
While he wasn’t always adept with emotion, he knew what it was like to hide ugly feelings below the surface
You were strong, beautiful- just your smile was enough to make Hanzo lose his breath
There were moments though when he’d catch you watching him...looking between him and yourself
When Hanzo would catch you in the mirror staring at yourself...and there was misery
It wounded him in a way he couldn’t describe to see the way you judged yourself, or how you seemed unable to
One day, Hanzo took you to a grand garden in the middle of the Japan. It was popular, but being Hanzo he felt it was best and easiest just to rent out the area for the day so that the two of you need not run into...people
It had all kinds of exotic flowers, though his favorite area in the garden was a massive sacred tree, winding its way up and its leaves blowing in the wind
The two of you took a lunch break beneath it, Hanzo starting to unpack the carefully prepared food he’d made this morning
“Y/n,” he had said as he was placing out the bento boxes, glancing at where you were pouring drinks
Looking up, you had tucked your hair behind your ear. “Yes? Is everything okay?” you had said, and the way your eyes crinkled a little when you smiled made him soften.
“I have a gift for you,” he said, reaching into his bag. “I was hoping you’d open it,” he said, before handing you a box.
“A gift? Its not my birthday or anything,” you said, looking surprised but settling it in your lap. When you opened it, there was a very large, harshly shaped but somewhat circular rock in your hand, and inside was a small hammer. “...Hanzo, what am I looking at?”
Scooching up beside you, Hanzo had carefully pulled you into his lap, his chin resting on your shoulder, as he took the rock and the hammer.
“I may be mistaken, but I’ve noticed lately the way you look at yourself, or at your clothes or your hair. I worry about you,” he says. “This...is you, in my eyes.”
You stared at the rock, not quite understanding. “I’m....the rock,” you said.
“Yes, in a sense,” he agreed, starting to gently hammer at it.
“...In like, an ugly sense? Is it because of how plain it is?” you asked jokingly, but Hanzo frowned.
“No...I worry that you see yourself like this rock. You see jagged edges and the harsh lines, and feel that if I dropped it into this garden, it would blend right. That’s untrue,” he said, seeing the crack forming. Now using the back of the hammer, he managed to crack it in half.
“You may see the outside when you look at yourself, and think that you are ordinary...but when I look at you, I see this,” he said, opening it to show you beautiful purple amethyst. “I see something...extraordinary. I see a woman so exquisite, so...so wonderful,” he whispered in your ear, “That I can’t help but be so thankful. Thankful that you are mine, and me yours.”
You stared at the beautiful geode...and wondered when he had started to notice. How Hanzo, who was both perceptive and yet sometimes emotionally oblivious, had noticed how you’d been feeling lately... Were you that obvious?
“I...I’m sorry. If I’ve seemed down-” you started, but Hanzo silenced you with the softest brush of his lips over yours.
“I want no apologies, my love. I cannot change how you feel, but I wish for you to talk to me about it. Allow me to comfort you, and remind you that you are more then enough for me,” he says softly. “Can you please do that?”
How had this man become yours, you wondered.
Leaning your head against his, you sighed softly. “Yes...yes, I’ll try to be more open about it. I love you,” you said softly.
“I love you,” he said softly.
