About that Junkrat anon about phantom pains, Can you do a scenario with S/O comforting him or, if not S/O, a fatherly roadhog?? Please?
oH I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T SEE THE ASK BEFORE THIS ONE!!! oh god i feel so terrible now here you go dear<333
Sometimes, Junkrat wish he was more careful. A life of not risking things would be so much better than the pain he felt in his arm and leg. He was okay with missing his limbs, he’d accepted it. But the days he had those phantom pains, he hated them and he hated his choices in life.
He always found himself curled up in a ball under a blanket, his tears staining the pillow his head rested on as he hugged his stump of an arm to his chest. His breathing was fast and ragged, he was actually sweating from this. All he expected that day was pain and his own self-loathing, not his s/o crawling into the bed next to him and wrapping their arms around his torso with their chest resting on his back.
“ Ssh.. “ They’d coo softly to him as the reached up to wipe away the tears on his face. “ You’re going to be okay, Jamie. I know it hurts, it’ll go away. “
And in that moment, Junkrat didn’t hate all of his life choice.
aaaaa i hope you like this, i’m sorry it’s a bit short but i’m writing this as i’m extremely tired!! again i am so so sorry i didn’t see your ask before, thank you for the ask!!! i apologize again <333