im so down for yandere fics where the reader is actually in love with them despite the shit the yandere does. SO! Could I have a fic of yandere jack dealing with a man who flirted with and touched s/o's arm and the s/o.
AHHHHH YESSSSSSS THANK YOUUUUUU I can quench my thirst now
You gulped and froze as the man you were speaking to put his hand on your arm, growing visibly more and more uncomfortable as he attempted to move his hand to other parts of your body.
“Excuse me.” You heard a familiar voice beside you suddenly, the hand that was touching you now removed, gripped in hand of the person beside you.
You gasped as you turned your head, noticing the familiar blonde hair of Jack Morrison, your commander.
And your extremely overprotective boyfriend.
“Just where do you think your hand was going?” Jack questioned, the grip on the shorter man’s wrist growing tighter as he stared, a blank stare encompassing his features.
“N-nowhere s-sir.” The man stammered, his face twisting in pain as the grip on his wrist became unbearable,
You heard an extremely audible snap, and a scream resonated within the room.
The Overwatch commander had taken his other arm, and pressed upwards on the stranger’s elbow, snapping his arm in two by the elbow. You could only stare in horror as the man’s arm dangled, completely dislocated and shattered.
He wasn’t done, and you knew he wasn’t done. Somewhere deep inside of you, though, you almost felt thankful for this behavior. You felt safe with him, despite how protective he was of you.
As your mind wandered, you blinked at the sudden sound of choking, the offending man now pinned against the wall by the super soldier.
“I suggest you leave Overwatch if you ever want to see the light of day, agent.” Jack spat at the man pinned against the wall, his voice full of anger.
The blonde man released his grip on the whimpering man’s throat, his body hitting the floor with a thud.
Then, he turned to you, and you felt a slight fear well up inside of you.
“Jack-” You spoke, your voice being cut off by the feeling of lips against yours, making you gasp.
“I’m going to kill him,” He whispered against your lips, his hand caressing your face gently. “Please leave the room.”
“But Jack-” You stuttered, pleading with your commander.