Hello friend! Could I request some fluffy headcanons for Mercy, Sombra and Widowmaker, as to how they would react/what they might do when their s/o asks them to relax at home for the day? (I'm sorry, I always ask for the same characters! 😅)
“I can’t, Liebling,” Mercy sighed, blowing a stray piece of hair out of the way. Her usual neat ponytail was far from immaculate and the bags under her eyes spoke plenty about her lack of sleep. Her days were filled with treating patients and her evenings were filled with medical reports. The poor doctor was always on call, seemingly being called in for yet another emergency every damn hour. This was meant to be her day off and here Angela was drowning in paper work. No matter how much you begged her to take a break, she simply refused. Now you were done asking.
You grabbed the side of her chair and dragged it away from the desk. Angela yelped and dug her nails into the side of the chair, frantically looking behind her to try and face you.
“W-what are you doing?!” she demanded. She tried to use a serious tone but it was hard not to laugh when she was being whizzed through the room. When you finally brought her to a stop she was nearly thrown out of the chair, laughing so hard that holding on was almost forgotten.
“You need a break,” you explained, grabbing her by the wrists and pulling her to her feet. You had to steady her as she wobbled, dizzy and giddy as she was. You lead her to the couch and had your arms secured around her before she even got her breath back.
“Nope,” you argued, shaking your head, “I am not letting go until you relax. You take care of everyone but yourself, Ang. Even an angel needs to rest their wings.”
Mercy rolled her eyes. She knew that she couldn’t shake you off this time. So she allowed herself to melt into your embrace. She let out a deep breath and nuzzled her nose against your neck.
“I love you, (Y/N),” she sighed.Sombra“Sombra? Sombra! Hey,” you called. But the hacker was too fixated on the screen in front of her to register your voice. Sighing, you stood up and walked over to her. She was still so absorbed in her work that she didn’t realise you were behind her until her screen went blank.
“Hey!” she yelled, spinning around in her chair to glare at you. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Sombra, you’ve been staring at the screen for eighteen hours straight. Can you even see anymore? Quick- how many fingers am I holding up?” you asked.
Sombra rolled her eyes and betted your hand away. She protested that she was fine but now she was realising that those hours had taken a toll on her and those energy drinks really didn’t help. A headache was imminent so perhaps it was best to admit defeat.
“You worry too much, carino,” she purred, booping your nose. “But I…I guess I could take a day. Maybe start with a nap. Care to join me, mi alma?”
You both jumped when her phone suddenly buzzed. Sombra reached for it but you were quicker, snatching it and tucking it into your pocket where it couldn’t cause her any more headaches.
“Nap sounds good. And you are on e-lockdown, missy. If I have to hack you just to get you to relax for one day, I will. Do not test me,” you scolded.
She opened her mouth to protest but you quickly quietened her with a soft kiss. She loved to hack. But she loved you more. Sombra figured she could survive one day electronics free. WidowmakerWidowmaker would never show any weakness, even around you. But she couldn’t hide her fatigue very well. Since the reactivation of Overwatch, missions were far more frequent. Talon treated her as an asset, not a person. They didn’t care if she was tired. It was only after a few stumbles and a failed mission that they realised that Amelie desperately needed time to recover. But it had been so long that she didn’t know how to switch off.
The smell of coffee permeated your entire house and you were pretty sure that she was going to break the coffee pot if she was to brew more. It was definitely time for an intervention. She was always on edge but the amount of caffeine in her system made her visibly agitated. Her nails tapping against the ceramic was the only thing that pierced the silence. You put a stop to that by closing your hands over hers. The heat from the mug made them warm for once. It felt…unnatural to feel such heat from her.
“You alright, Amelie? You’re more coffee than woman at this point.”
“I am fine, mon cher,” she assured you, brushing your cheek with her free hand.
“No you’re not. But you will be. You just need a proper day to chill.”
“In case it has escaped you, I am very chill. That’s why I’m blue,” she replied, a playful smirk on her lips.
“Ha ha,” you said, completely deadpan. You pulled the mug from her hands and threw the contents down the sink. “You are going to sit down in front of that TV, wrapped in all the blankets, and I’m going to make some hot chocolate. If there’s one universal cure; it’s chocolate. Don’t worry- I got the good brand.”
It didn’t take much convincing. In your time apart she had become quite touch starved and the idea of curling up on the sofa in your arms was bliss. She stood up and wrapped her arms around your neck.
“Thank you,” she whispered, before planting a kiss on your cheek.
