Bite me (JunkratxReader)

#10=Psychotherapy

It was a well deserved long nights sleep, and waking up was like being thrown into a unreal dimension. You needed a few moments to remember where you were, and why your shoulder was in such a contorted state. Rat was still stubbornly wrapped around you, his harmonious sleeping face opposite to yours. You patiently shuffle out of the bed leaving your comfortable position to take a shower before Angela would inevitably knock on your door. The lukewarm water running down your skin washes away a concerning amount of blood and dirt, you feel a lot less sticky and gross as soon as you tenderly brush over your skin with a block of soap. Your legs however are still dastardly weak, barely managing to carry you without your insides forcing you to stop; everything hurt, the dull strain hammering in your abdomen were unbearably cruel. He really hadn't taken care of you last night, if that wasn't obvious enough, Jamie seemed to have no realistik standard of pain. It was like he was oblivious to his effects on the outside world, like every reckless injury and destruction was a normal part of everyday life.

Might as well try make a good impression, you think to yourself whilst scrubbing the scab from your skin, even though you were certain you could forget that; you were well aware most people here knew what you had done and who you were. None of that concerned you more than Jamie however, certainly he would be quick to have enemies here. These people stood for righteousness and justice, they were heroes, you were just a bunch of delinquents from the outback, freaks, maybe even monsters to some of them. And even though you had washed the blood from your skin, you couldn't hide countless scars, bruises and open wounds. They would not accept you as equals, because why would they stoop ergo the level of criminals? Even if you had had little choice, they wouldn't understand your hardships.

Also, Angela had announced you would be working in a team consisting of outlaws, Blackwatch, sounds about right. Maybe those people had some understanding for your actions, maybe they would be able to relate to your circumstances. But the agents of Overwatch were sure to stay away from you after you had betrayed them, they would not forget your dirty treason. Once cleaned and back in full clothing you stumble back into your general living space, it's so unusual for you to wake up in such a pretty place. The clean walls without a hint of damage, the mellow light from the window, and a actual green plant on the windowsill. Jamie was already well awake, dressed, and scavenging around the small room. He seems about as fascinated with it's perfect symmetry as you were.

"Morning dirt Rat, need a shower?" You ask rubbing your tired eyes "Nah mate, I'll be just fine." He hums whilst impatiently glancing around, he seemed completely normal, cheerful and giddy; like nothing had ever happened. You walk over to Rat, cheekily grabbing him by the hips to draw him closer to you "Fair enough, but I do have a small request to make for you, don't cause any trouble today, alright? Let's at least attempt being good people for once, or at least try to guard the illusion." You buzz with a delighted smirk, you were glad he didn't seem as sinisterly drawn as yesterday "Sure thing, I will do me best." He announces with a sly voice "Am I gonna get a reward if I do well?" He ads whilst pushing himself towards you, the cheekiness in his words insurmountable obvious "Oh and what would you want?" You taunt him with a fleet kiss on the neck, softly biting along his coarse skin.