Could you please do some Junkrat, Reaper or Genji with a s/o who hides under furniture whenever they're sad or scared! I have a friend who does this and it's adorable ♡ Also I love what you do!!!
So I want to apologize. This was one of the responses I almost had done, and I was just getting ready to hit post but like an idiot I hit something I shouldn’t have. The other responses were incredibly detailed, each with their own unique situations and they were super cute. But I really hate re-writing something I’ve already made, especially when it was as long as I had these three so we’ll see
Update: Worse, I seem to be making them even longer then the previous
So he didnn’t know that you hid under furniture when you were scared, nor did he always think of the repercussions of his actions
One day he insisted on showing you his work shop, filled of bombs and wires and other weird creations he’d had in the works.
It made you nervous but this was Jamison Fawkes, your Jamie, and you wanted to be a good girlfriend. To be a good girlfriend, you wanted to let him show you what he was ever so passionate about…even if it made you uneasy
It was all good at first, but then Jamie also insisted on showing you how to wire one of his small grenades. He noticed you standing a bit back, and admittedly he was more focused on your pretty face then connecting the correct wires
To his delighted shock, it exploded and sent him toppling off his stool. Laughing, Junkrat thought it was a good blast until he realized you were missing and saw the door click shut to the shop
Instantly he felt bad. Even though Jamie didn’t fully grasp why everyone couldn’t have his fascination with bombs, he knew it wasn’t fair to force his hobbies on you…Roadhog had told him that many times.
Off he went in search of you, searching every room of the house you both had moved into recently. Every room he went too, he couldn’t find you.
Finally Junkrat paused outside the room you declared untouchable to him. It was the one room Jamie wasn’t allowed to enter, likely because it would be clean
Taking a breath, Junkrat prepared to have to you yell at him and then opened the door. Blinking, he was surprised to not see you at all. The room was tidy though, and her understood your need to have a room free of him
Walking in, Junkrat slowly went around the room, before pausing when his peg leg accidentally kicked something on the ground. Looking down, he noticed your sneaker and….your leg?
Looking, Junkrat realized you were hunched beneath the desk, hands over your eyes. Seeing you there, struggling to remember to breath…Junkrat’s eyes softened.
Sitting on the floor, he scooted close enough so that his arm brushed yours, making you jump. You looked up at him with teary eyes and tried to take a deep breath.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered.
Jamie shook his head and reached over to smooth the hair from your cheek, wincing at the slight smudge his fingers left on your skin. “No. I’m the one who is sorry, darl’. Tis me own fault…I shouldna forced ye to go in the shop,” Jamie said with a sad smile. “I…I hope ye’ll fergive me, darl’, I was a right dongo, I was…”
Slowly you shook your head, trying to steady your breathing. The warmth of his arm soothed you, and you inched closer so that you fit into his side… he was like a heater, and you loved how warm he made you.
“You’re not a…a dongo…?” you said hesitantly. “I just…I get scared easily…And then I ran for the first place I thought I could take cover…I…when I get scared, I tend to curl up under tables or desks…Habit from when I was younger.”
It embarrassed you, as a grown woman, that anything could frighten you enough that you had to hide under furniture when frightened…
As if sensing your thought, Jamie took your chin and gave you a lopsided smile that melted your heart. “Think it’s kinda cute, honest,” he murmured, pressing a sooty kiss to your nose.
Realizing he left another smudge, he couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him. Neither could you honestly, and feeling a bit better, the two of you stayed curled up there under the desk for a long time.
Literally, the man spent an entire day trying to find you
Uppon noticing you weren’t there at breakfast, he searched for you in the halls.
The bathrooms. The Training room. The Hangar. Common Area.
No matter where he seemed to check, no one had seen you once this morning. And Widowmaker refused to use her recon visor in a building FULL of people, because she’d never be able to tell everyone apart.
Frustrated, Reaper had to give up for the evening. Duties had to be dealt with, and his frustration only grew more when you failed to come to practice.
Messages were sent to your phone. Oh yes, the big bad reaper has a cell phone-you made him get one and his only contact is you (his choice, not yours). When you don’t answer him, he almost breaks his phone in anger
Later that evening, he goes back to his room. Like a bachelor suite, it comes equipt with a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and small living room space. Its large and enough for a man like him.
You still haven’t answered, he notices, and kicks his boots off at the door. Where ARE you? He’s starting to get worried at this point. Are you okay? Are you injured? Had something happened to you?
Growling, he started across the room when something caught his attention. One of the kitchen chairs was pulled out, and Reaper knew he hadn’t gone into his kitchen this morning.
Frowning, he took off his mask and placed it on the table. No one was in the room as far as he could see. Then he thought…
Looking under the table, Reaper was stunned to see you sitting there with your knees to your chest, looking lost in thought and gazing into space. God, had you been here this entire time?
Crouching, Reaper felt a burst of annoyance.
“Hello?” he growled. “Have you been here all day? What the hell, y/n, you missed practice!” he snapped.
For a moment you didn’t respond, but when you did you looked at him in surprise. “Oh…hi Reaper. Didn’t see you come in,” you murmur, as if he hadn’t spoken. “Sorry, am I in your way?”
Reaper could only stare for a moment, before he let out a long sigh. “Y/n, why are you hiding under my table? And why haven’t you answered my messages?” he asked finally, staring at you hard. He wanted to remain intimidating-you should be scared.
For a moment you blinked, then you pulled your phone from your pocket. Showing him, you gave him a rather sad smile. “Its dead. Sorry. I didn’t realize…and I’m thinking,” you said, putting it away.
“What could you be thinking about that takes a whole day of sitting under my table?” he asks, scowling now, but there was a touch of worry. You were known for having good days and bad, and despite his rough nature, he did genuinely care.
Hesitantly, you give him another smile that just broke his undead heart. “Life, I guess. You. Me…Us. Talon. I just…its one of those days. And when I start thinking of my unending existence, I like to do it under the table. Which…is weird, I guess, but its comforting,” you murmured, resting your chin on your knees.
For a moment, you thought that Reaper was going to chew you out anyway. No need to take pity after all.
Then after a moment, Reaper eased himself onto the floor with a grunt, sliding beneath the table with you. He didn’t like the cramped space, but it was worth it to pull you against his side.
“Whatever. Next time you want to contemplate life beneath my table though, call me. I’ll join you. We can be miserable together,” he grumbles, and you can’t help the small giggle that escapes you. The two of you were never miserable together.
“Okay,” you murmured, pressing your face into his chest, his fingers rubbing gentle circles onto your shoulder. “I’ll remember that for next time.”
Having a supportive, though evil, boyfriend was a perk you were blessed with.
The two of you were laying in bed one night
Genji is the only one who is very aware of your need to hide under furniture when your scared or sad. He thinks its cute, but it can sometimes be problematic if he’s looking for you
Tonight though, the two of you were sleeping when you began to get restless. You were having a terrible nightmare, one that scared you so bad that you shot straight up in the bed
Heart pounding and your lungs struggling to take in air, you couldn’t calm yourself
Genji felt the shift of your weight in the bed and started to wake up slowly.
“Y/n…” he yawned, slowly rolling to face you. “Are you…”
Eyes catching sight of your face in the pale moonlight, he sat up abruptly and immediately was awake. The tears pouring down your cheeks had him incredibly concerned, and your shaking had him gently rubbing your arms.
“Shhhh baby, its okay,” Genji said softly, eyes full of concern as he pulled you closer. “Did you have a nightmare, sweetheart?”
Clutching your chest, you struggled still to get ahold of yourself but managed a nod, unable to speak around the sobs that threatened to choke you.
Genji pushed the hair from your face and tried to murmur soothing words. You didn’t seem to be calming and Genji knew that there was a good chance only one thing would work.
Shoving the blanket and pillow off the bed, Genji looked at you.
“C’mon,” he says gently. “We’re sleeping under the bed tonight.”
Eyes flickering up to his, you managed a small nod. It surprised you that he remembered this trait of yours to hide under the furniture when you were scared, as it was very rare that things frightened you. Then again, Genji had always been observant that way and remembered the small things…
The two of you climbed beneath the bed
Immediately, Genji pulled the pillow beneath your heads, and facing each other you two found yourself in a blanket burrito as he wrapped it around you both.
Cradling you, you pressed you face in his neck, knowing it couldn’t be easy for him being in this incredibly cramped space.
“Do you feel any better, y/n?” Genji asked softly after a few minutes, though he already knew the answer. He could feel your heartbeat against him, feel as it slowed to a steady beat gradually. Could hear your breath as it evened out as you calmed.
Slowly, you nodded, closing your eyes as you tried to press closer. Genji was so comfortable, you thought hazily, but the nightmare lingered at the front of your mind, preventing sleep.
“Don’t think about it,” Genji says softly, as if sensing your thoughts. “You are okay, my love. I’m okay. The team is safe…And I love you,” he whispered. Those words always sent a tingle down your spine and you couln’t help the smile that tugged at your lips.
“I love you,” you whispered, wanting to believe him that all was okay.
After a minute or so, Genji began to hum. He hummed an old tune for a very long time, and you had realized he wouldn’t sleep until you did. Luckily, the sound of his voice was quite soothing and helped to lull you as you lay there nestled into his arms.