((As someone who has dealt with being in emotionally abusive situations, I sympathize deeply if you’ve been through this anon. I actually had a panic attack recently because I merely thought I saw them so this is very fresh to me. I’m sending you tons of good vibes and hugs))
((Trigger warning: Abuse, mentions of abuse, assault, abusive relationships))
You sometimes hated the fact that you were always early. It made you the tiniest bit anxious to be in a crowded area on your own but it was you who had suggested the local fair and said you’d scout for ‘coppers’. You idly played with the hem of your cropped shirt, fingers taking turns at flicking at the knotted ends as your eyes scanned the crowd. Finding Jame and Mako would be easy, their towering heights placing them high above the crowd and yet you still couldn’t see hide nor tail of either one of their silhouettes. Sighing softly, your eyes dipped down to the satchel you had on your hip, hands digging through the bag until your hands grabbed at your phone. Maybe you could get an ETA from Mako and Jamie would catalog each of his steps with a quick, blurry picture.
Your fingers danced across the keyboard, a crooked grin creasing your lips as you sent a sweet playful message their way.
‘Hurry up you two, I’m getting bored!’
You flipped open the camera in the message, sticking your tongue out at the camera and giggling softly as you geo-tagged it with another quick ‘hurry up’. Your grin only grew as you saw Jamie’s name pop up, snickering as Junkrat sent a blurry picture of him in his sidecar, his tongue stuck out like a dog with his head out the window. You snorted, hands poised to begin to type another message before you felt a hand grab at your wrist.
“Y/N?”
All the giddy joy inside of you turned to frigid horror, a hard knot forming in your throat as your eyes drifted from your phone screen to your ex in front of you. Every alarm screamed in you to run, your foot barely managing to edge backward as a sly smirk pulled at their lips. Their hold tightened on your wrist, a flash of pain dancing across your face as you croaked and stuttered at the creep.
“G-get a-a-away fr-from me…”
There was no strength in your voice and like they did before, they practically thrived off of your fear.
“Oh isn’t that nice”, they scoffed out, snickering as they pulled you closing, yanking a scared yelp from your throat as you scrambled backwards. “You still don’t have any fucking manners. All this time and you still haven’t gotten any smarter have you? Such a bitch…”
“St-stop it”, you whimpered, the vice grip around your vocal cords somehow tightening, tears burning in your eyes as their grip on your wrist tightened. You knew that there would be a bruise there once they let go. Your head dipped down, your chest rising and falling but pulling nary any air into your lungs as you tried to pull yourself together. “L-l-leave me alo-alone…I-I d-don’t want to talk to you.”
“Did I ask you what you wanted dumbass”, they questioned, a hand moving to grip your chin and tilting your face up, tears rollings down your cheeks before your eyes squeezed shut. “Look at me…HEY! I said look at m–”
“Get the fuck off of Y/N!”
Your eyes flew open at the sound of Jamie’s voice, Mako’s low guttural growl practically vibrating the ground beneath you. Junkrat’s fist had connected solidly with you ex’s face, the pain and shock of being assaulted causing him to let go of your wrist. Mako’s boot was placed solidly against their torso, holding them down and applying pressure more solidly to them as they attempted to push the Enforcer off of them. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from their snarling face, your breaths still coming in too quick pants, tears still flowing down your face unbeknownst to you.
“Hey…hey darl…lookit ole ‘Rat…c’mon darl…”
Junkrat’s voice was soft, soothing, the man making sure not to touch you as he eased himself into your line of sight. Slowly, he moved in front of you until your gaze locked onto his, a sob tumbling for your lips before you stumbled towards him. His arms wrapped tight around you as you pressed your face into his chest, shoulders shaking, unable to calm the distress within you. You had been so scared, you had thought you had escaped them, had escaped those feelings and yet the moment you saw them you felt so small, so worthless, so vulnerable like he had always made you feel before.
“I-I-I’m s-so-sorry”, you stuttered into Jamison’s chest, trying to calm yourself down and breathe and stop being so ‘overdramatic’.
Jamie’s hands moved from the back of your head to gingerly resting on your cheek slowly pushing you back, his features a turmoil of emotions but filled msotly with concern.
“Whatcha apologizin’ for luv”, he said, his voice still barely above a whisper. “You ain’t done nothin’ wrong darl, nothin at all. This whacka should be put six feet under for what he did to ya darl. Ain’t done nothing wrong at all. Innit that right ‘Hog?”
You could hear Hog grunt before a sickening snap sounded, your ex screaming about their arm before Mako sweeped both you and Jamison off of your feet and moving away from the crowd that had formed and towards the exit. Jamison’s arms tightened around you, the two of them applying enough pressure to make you warm, protected. Exhaustion creeped into your bones, the buzz of adrenaline slowing ebbing away and leaving you with an aching chest and wrist and head. Twisting your body, you turned into Jamie’s chest, a hand lifting up and balling Mako’s shirt into your hand, a silent thank you for being there. Of course you would talk with them later, but for now you were simply glad that they had been there for you, that they had saved you.
So I read some of your fics and I loved them.I just really need some comfort from my boys, I’m having a rough time right now. If you don’t mind, could you write a fic where the reader runs into a former abuser(mental, verbal, physical) a fight, harsh words thrown, maybe some physical contact. the reader gets hurt, really anxious, insecure and roughed up again, feeling worthless until Hog and Junk come in and save them? Ignore this if you want, seriously I don’t want to put more work onto you. Ty
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