Old Junkrat request (possible tw for unhealthy relationship behavior)
How about an unnecessarily possessive junkrat? And then they confront him about it? (Perhaps a bit of angst I’m sucker for that)
Hey there! Sorry this took so long T_T I hope I did your request justice! (JUSTICE WILL BE DONE-)
****Tagging for possible trigger warning: possessive behavior, or unhealthy relationship behavior****
Junkrat’s s/o sighed sadly as they looked outside; it was pouring rain. They had made plans to go out with a few of the Overwatch members for a picnic. “Looks like it’ll have to wait…” they mumbled to themselves, “Ah well. Jamie and I can have the sandwiches for lunch so it doesn’t go to waste.” Pushing off from the windowsill, they made their way into the kitchen to get a pot of coffee started. Junkrat wouldn’t be up for a couple of hours, so they decided to enjoy a cup while reading a book.
They were only made aware of how much time had passed once they felt an arm drape itself around their waist and a face nuzzle its way into their neck. “G’mornin’,” Jamie grunted in way of greeting.
“Oh! Morning sweetheart,” they responses and turned to give him a small kiss on the cheek. “Although,” they glanced at the clock, “I guess I should be saying good afternoon.” Jamie merely sighed in response and burrowed deeper. “Would you like a sandwich? I have quite a few if you’re hungry,” they said as they ran their fingers through his hair.
“Sure. Got anymore o’ that coffee left?” Jamie asked as he leaned back to stretch and yawn. His s/o merely giggled and stood to give a stretch of their own and a small kiss on his lips as an answer. Jamie took a seat at their kitchen table as his s/o poured him a cup; black with two sugars. “Thanks luv,” he said once the cup was placed gently in front of him.
“No problem. Hm, let’s see…ah! Here we go,” they murmured before pulling out a large plate of wrapped sandwich halves. They grabbed two paper plates and filled them with food and gave one to Jamie and kept the other for themselves. “If you want anymore, they’ll be in the fridge,” they said.
“Why do ya have so much food, anyway?” Jamie asked quietly before taking a large gulp of the still hot coffee.
“Hm? Oh, you don’t remember? I was supposed to go on a picnic with some of the gang. Lúcio, Hana, Genji, and Zenyatta…but the weather isn’t exactly, ah, picnic friendly,” they said as they munched on their sandwich. They didn’t notice Jamie’s grip on his coffee mug tighten in response.
“Oh? Were ya now?” he asked through gritted teeth.
They gave a small sigh, seemingly oblivious to the change in atmosphere. “Yeah, it sucks. But we’ll just wait for another day. At least the food won’t go to waste! We can have Road over for some too, I’m sure he’d appreciate it. I’ll make sure to hide the ham,” they said.
It was quiet for a few moments before Jamie drawled, “Ya know, you’ve been spendin’ a lot o’ time with those omnics, don’t ya think?” His s/o peered at him over their mug, brows drawn in confusion.
“What exactly does that mean, Jamie?”
“You know exactly what I mean!” he suddenly yelled, slamming his mug on the table so hard a crack was nearly audible. “Am I not good enough for ya?! TOO BAD!! Yer mine! Not some stupid omnics’ or cyborgs’! Yer not hanin’ around them anymore!!”
His s/o sent him a nasty glare and snarled, “What the fuck, Jamie?! First of all, I’m allowed to be friends with whoever I want. Especially considering these are people that care about you as well, believe it or not! Second of all,” here they drew in a deep breath in an attempt to calm down, “you’re more than enough for me. I love you, you explosive punk. Have I not been making you feel wanted or something?”
Jamie bared his teeth in anger, “What did I say? Yer mine. So, yeah, I CAN say who you can an’ can’t see!!”
His s/o drew in another deep breath before standing. “Jamison Fawkes, I am my own person. I do not belong to you, nor anyone else. I don’t owe you anything, nor anyone else. If you really believe, honestly, that a relationship is about owning the person you’re with, then I think I need to take a step back and reevaluate our relationship. I’m not a fucking object, Jamie. And I sure as hell won’t be with someone who treats me like one.”
As they turned to walk away, they only made it a few steps before a hand grasped their wrist. “Wait, please. I’m sorry, please hear me out,” they heard Jamie say in a thick voice.
They slowly turned to give him their attention and were surprised to see his eyes were glistening with unshed tears. “Jamie…” they whispered.
“In th’ outback…ya had to be possessive of everything ya had. It’s a kill or be killed world there, and people are willin’ to do fucked up things for scrap metal. If there was something ya had that was precious to ya…ya couldn’t let it out of yer sight.” Jamie gave a heavy sigh. “Yer not an object, luv. I know that, and I’m so, so sorry fer sayin’ what I did. I just don’t want ta lose ya. Yer the most important person in my life. I’m always afraid you’ll realize just how fucked up I am, and that you’ll leave. I promise ya, I will work on my issues, and I won’t be like that with ya, ever again.”
By the time he was finished, tears were trailing down his face. His s/o sighed and reached out to wipe away the tears, although they kept falling. “I’m sorry you went through that, Jamie. Thank you for the explanation and apology, which I do accept. I love you, so much. I’m trusting you to follow through with that promise, and I’ll be right by your side to help you,” they said and pulled him in for a hug. Jamie had to bend down to hide his face in their shoulder in order to muffle his sobs and his s/o rubbed his back.
“C’mon, sweetie. Why don’t we go tinker in the workshop and then take a bath?” they offered once Jamie had calmed down.
He slowly pulled away sniffling and wiped his face with his hand. “If it’s alright with ya, I’d rather just take the bath with ya,” he said. His s/o merely smiled and gave him a slow kiss before walking with him to the bathroom where they could relax in the large tub.