Always yours (Junkrat x Reader)

Where has the time gone?

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⚠️ Trauma Ahead ⚠️ This chapter is gonna focus on back story for you and discusses the topic of amputation (for Junkrat).
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   "Okay, I'll be back soon with an outfit for you to blend in a bit more tonight. Just hang tight for a bit" you say as you slip your shoes on. You're dressed casually in some semi baggy jeans and a tight black tee tucked in, hugging your figure. Over that, you have a leather jacket to fight the chill in the air.

   "I'm not going anywhere, Sheila." Junk responds, sat on the couch, comfortably spread out. His eyes are fixed on you as you turn to leave, looking you up and down.

   I head to a nearby secondhand store to find some worn in clothes, it'll be more his style. I pace the isles, a black pair of pants hanging off my arm as I spot a gray zip up hoodie. 'This'll go well together, I just need one more layer-" I don't even finish my thought when I spot an old black jacket with a dirty white fur collar that looks very worn in, it even has some holes. 'Perfect' I think as I snag the jacket, rushing to checkout so I can get home and give him his new outfit.

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   "Oh Jamison~" you coo as you enter your apartment, not immediately seeing him on the couch. Hearing no response,  you start heading towards the bedroom, the door cracked, you peer in to see him laying shirtless on the bed. He has his arm draped over his face, unaware of your presence.

   The first thing you notice other than his lack on shirt is that he has his prosthetic arm off. He breathes in and out through his teeth, clearly in pain. "Hey Junk?" You ask gently as you knock on the doorframe, catching his attention before entering slowly.

   Immediately sitting up and grabbing around for his prosthetic, "back already?" He asks nervously, trying to conceal his uncovered limb. "Yup!" You say holding up the bag of clothes as you approach the bed, sitting on the edge, next to him. "Are you okay?" You question, instinctively placing the back of your palm against his sweaty forehead.

   "I'll be alroight. Just some.. phantom pains." He murmurs as he avoids eye contact with you. "Is there anything I can do to help?" You ask, unsure of how to even help.

   "Sometimes... Roadie would massage the area, which helps a little, but I couldn't ask that of you though. I know it's-" you cut him off, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'd love to help you, Jamison. It would just eat me up inside if there was something I could do and I didn't even try." You say, finding his gaze and finally making eye contact.

   "Okay.. but if it weirds you out, I want you to stop." He says firmly as his pleading eyes stare back at you. "It won't, I promise." You reassure him as he slowly moves his amputated arm towards you.

   You don't say anything or even make a weird face when you finally see it close up, but a wave of sadness rushes over you as you reach out to touch his limb. He eases a bit, leaning back again, but still breathing through gritted teeth.

   I rub small, soft circles in different places around the tip of his limb, slowly working my way down his arm. I apply gentle, yet firm pressure as I reach towards firmer muscle. His other arm has found it's place across his face once again as his breathing evens out. I repeat the movements and try a squeezing motion with the both of my hands, he seems to be relaxing a bit more now. As I turn my gaze away from his arm and towards him, I realize that his face wasn't completely covering his view. His arm is resting more on his forehead and his head is turned towards me, watching as I continue to massage the area. It almost makes me feel shy as he watches, especially since he's not saying anything or giving any feedback. His yellow eyes, almost golden with the way the light from outside hitting them... They're very alluring.

   His lips curl into a small smile, "thank you,
(y/n). This means a lot to me." He chokes out, trying to fight back the strong emotions he's feeling right now.

   "Anytime, Junk." You reply warmly as you slowly let go of his arm, laying it gentle on his stomach. "Let's just lay down for a bit, we still have some time before it gets dark right?" He asks, patting the open bed next to him.

   "Do you want to nap?" You ask, confused because he doesn't seem tired. "Nah, I just wanna lay here for a bit with you," he says as you stand to walk over to the side of the bed with more space.

   "Okay? We can do that." You say confused, but fine with the idea. He turns on his side to face you as you lay down, shifting around find a position where you can look at him while being comfortable.

"What happened to you, Sheila?" He asks as his eyes briefly glance at the scar on your cheek before meeting yours. You suddenly have the realization that he's not the only one that has visible wounds and scars.

"It happened while I was working, I used to work a lot more on the front lines before the Petras act shut down organizations like Overwatch." You say, avoiding his gaze before continuing.

   "That part of my job has been made null and void due to that act, but I got this..." you trace the scar as you talk, "when I tried to stop a rogue group of Null Sector omnics. All I wanna say is that I barely made it out alive that night, but this scar is proof that I'm still here." You say, honestly feeling more embarrassed than traumatized. You know your abilities and know you should've been able to hold your own-

   You feel a large hand, gently grab your shoulder, "fighting ain't easy, (y/n)." He says in a somber tone, your eyes find his and he continues. "How do you think I lost me arm? I pissed off someone I shouldn't 'ave and they came back with a group of people and roughed me up.. Unfortunately for me, the wounds on that arm never quite healed roight." He says as he wiggles what remains of his arm.

   "I'm so sorry Jamison, no one should-" he cuts you off "it is what it is, Sheila." He states bluntly, it was a bit unsettling honestly. His eyes stare deeply into your eyes, wild and full of pain; they search yours finding that same pain underneath the resilient front you put up.

   I've been through so much shit, and seeing him be so vulnerable, even if he doesn't want to share a lot of details.. I feel grateful that he feels comfortable enough to share that part of him with me. He's always been an open book, but something about him closed off along the way. I can see that he needs someone he can keep close to him. Hell, I've had a thing for him all this time, maybe that's why I've never stayed with anyone for too long. I can't help it, it's this urge I can't pretend isn't there; still I have no idea how he feels. We used to be inseparable, our mothers would even joke that we'd end up together, but we'd laugh it off and return to our shenanigans.

   His eyes catch your attention as you return to the present, as he pulls you close to him. He rolls onto his back, your head now on his chest. You feel his heart racing, as his hand rests on your spine, holding you close. "I don't want us to drift apart again, (y/n)." He breathes out as you try to process what's happening.

   "I know I fucked up, I shouldn't have ever lost contact in the first place. That was my fault, but.." you look up at him, watching as he tries to find the right words. "I don't want to lose you again." He says as he looks away, a little flustered with you staring at him.

   My face heats up, I wrap my arm around him and close my eyes, "You won't lose me, I'm pretty hard to get rid of." I say playfully, trying to lighten the mood. He chuckles as I just lay there on his chest, hand moving from my back to play with my hair.

   "You feeling any better?" You ask, you hand running up and down his side, before you sit up a bit. "Yeah, thanks for tha help." He says with a small grin.

   The sun has finally started to set, it grows darker as you both slowly start to sit up. "Show me this masterful disguise you've put together for me." He says elated that he gets to explore a bit.

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