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Leaving your hometown behind to pursue your dream of studying fashion design in the Empire State finds you stranded - on the brink of poverty - at a minimum wage job.
To make matters worse, on a seemingly normal day, your commute home is disrupted when a bomb-toting foreigner sweeps you off your feet.
Or, more accurately, blows you off your feet.
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Chapter summary:
A nice, long, sweet and sour beanstalk chapter in which our duo takes a lil road trip.
Mate, could ya please write me some ol’ HC of the junker boys and mccree trying to give their crush a first kiss? Hooley dooley 🤪
Ayye mate, you picked my favorite male characters so a big YESto this request!!
McCree
Jesse McCree made it clear very early in your relationship that he’s interested in you
this man was blown away the moment he met you and he wanted to kiss you for such a long time he almost gave up
you weren’t falling for his cowboy charme or the pet names at first so he had to behave like a decent human being and do nice things to get your attention
McCree might be cheeky but he has a heart of gold. You get along well and how could you possibly resist the cowboy charme in the end??
Jesse sneaked up to you and tipped your shoulder, so when you turned around he kissed you without hesitating
he was damn nervous about this, what if you didn’t want to be kissed? What if you’d slap him in the face and yell at him??
of course you liked it, who wouldn’t want to kiss the good-looking cowboy?
Junkrat
Junkrat and you were made for each other, it’s a perfect fit
you two met, liked each other on the spot and became best friends
it never gets boring with the loud and smelly Junker and soon your heart began to race when you saw him in the hallways of the watchpoint
but what about him, did he like you back? You had to find out as soon as possible!
You tried to talk to Jamie about all these new feelings but he didn’t understand what you were driving at so you dropped the subject
a few days after this awkward conversation he suddenly realized what all this mumbling about feelings was about and he felt so stupid
Jamie looked everywhere for you and when he finally found you in the comm tower he grabbed your shoulders and he kissed you, just like that
your first kiss was kinda awkward and not very romantic but who cares, he kissed you!!
Roadhog
kissing Roadhog took forever, he’s not very into PDA or touching in general
courageously you asked him if the two of you could talk in private and he was curious what this was about so he agreed to talk
you confessed a few months ago and Mako played along, after all he liked you back - the fact that you stuck with him was a surprise though
after three months you wanted to talk to him about the whole PDA thing and you knew the two of you would never walk into the sunset while holding hands, but… kissing would be nice
Mako didn’t know whow to react to your wishes but he wants you to be happy. He agrees and since the two of you were alone… well.
he lifted his mask up a bit and leaned down, finally kissing you after all this time
kisses are still rare but he tries to makes you happy, after all he likes you a lot and you are very patient
Some snippets from this amazing fanfiction I’m reading at the moment by @themusicalhermit
One of the very few pieces I’ve read that truly captures his character and gives a realistic and on-point interaction with other characters and Overwatch. If you’re into this trash boy go read it right now because you’re missing out
The Mountain
I was listening to this because I think it fits
Can I make a request fic for Junkrat x Reader, where the reader has a short fuse? So, they overhear Mei talking crap about Junkrat, and they start seething, stomping over and giving her a good tongue lashing, almost getting physical maybe?
The tittering cackle that rose through the air brought a grin to your face, your hands clapping together as Junkrat showed off his newest tweaks to his Riptire. The outside training yard was little more than a corridor-ed off field, training bots, targets and the like scattered around for any of the long range or area of denial members to utilize. Rebuilding was still taking place all over the Watchpoint and while training was important, the larger training ground had fall to the wayside. Junkrat, and your by extension, really didn’t care too much. He preferred being outside, amongst the dirt and sky and not cooped up in a building. Plus, it was safer for explosions to be detonated outside rather than in.
“Take that you bloody tin cans!”
You jumped up and down before Jamison turned to look at you, that wicked grin of his on his face, arms opened up wide for you. Rushing forward you laughed as you jumped into his embrace, his arms wrapped tight around your waist, spinning your around.
“That was fucking awesome!”, you squealed as he stood to his full height without the tire on his back. It was a bit unnerving how the man stood over six feet tall and yet was generally stooped to five foot six. That and the man was ridiculously strong, the man holding you as if you weighed nothing. “The ‘splosion was way bigger than last time babe!”
“Ah yeah it was a beaut wasn’t it”, he said, a proud look settling on his features. He looked like the cat that caught the canary, practically preening under your compliments before head cocking to the side to think. “Still gotta work on radius. But what doya think darl’?”
“I believe it is A plus work”, you stated decisively before grinning and pushing his head to your chest. He nuzzled into you, drawing a pleased laugh from your lips, not at all minding the soot that smeared on your clothing. “Perfectly deserving of a nice, hot lunch!”
Junkrat didn’t place you back on your feet as he began walking away fro the training field and back towards the building. Several of the other members loitered around the entrance back into the building, talking amongst themselves as they waited their turns. Your mind went through a mental catalog, their names coming to you after several moments. Mei was the smaller woman dressed in a parka despite the cold weather, beside her stood the Omnic Bastion and the engineering master Torbjorn. You, Junkrat and Roadhog were weary at beast and hostile at worst towards the omnic but Torbjorn was nice enough, helping Jamie with configuring his gun and his arm, showing actual respect for the Junker trio. Mei however….
Any attempts at being amicable to the scientist had been met with abject hostility. ‘Bully’. ‘criminal’, ‘jerk’, ‘shameful. While Mako didn’t draw half as much of her ire, Jamie’s naturally social nature often left him taking the brunt of her cruel words. You didn’t like that one bit. Sure, he had done some less than legal things in his past but that was for survival! Technically they all were criminals just by working for Overwatch even if it was more legit than stealing from arcades or nabbing the crown jewels. Still, he had turned over a whole new leaf and didn’t deserve the disrespect she constantly dished out. And it seemed like she was still dishing it out if her scathing look as the two of you walked up was any indication.
“–so violent”, Mei said, voice hushed but nonetheless venomous as she spoke to Torb and the bot. “Someone like him has no right to be here…he’s a no good bully who will probably stab us in the back and take all our stuff.”
Bastion made a sound, one that you swore sounded admonishing while Torbjorn openly rolled his eyes and scolded the girl. Still though, you could feel a rush of hot anger fill your chest at her words, at the fact that she was treating him as if he was garbage. Nothing. While it wasn’t obvious in his features, you could feel the slight sag in his shoulders. Wiggling hard in Jamison’s arms you ignored the ‘hey’ he made as you scrambled downwards, yanking your wrist from his grasp as he gently tried to stop you.
“Excuse me Miss Snow Queen but didn’t someone teach you it is rude to talk about someone behind their back”, you questioned incredulously, stopping a foot in front of her. Your hands rested on your hips, eyes narrowed dangerously, an angry scowl on your lips.
“In fact, isn’t it more like bullying if you constantly bring someone down. All Jamie’s ever done is be downright formal to you and all you do is bad mouth him! You-you should be ashamed!”
“Darl you ain’t gotta do–”
“No no, I do! Because you’ve been so nice and it’s not fair. He’s doing the same job as you trying to make the world better! I mean, yeah, he wants ta get paid for it but so what?! He’s better than half the blokes in the world just killing folk for their own selfish gain! You haven’t seen half of what he has and you have no right, you got that? No right!”
Mei’s eyes went round behind her glasses, her face flushed red–whether from embarrassment or anger you didn’t know nor care. You had unwittingly stepped forward several times while ranting before Junkrat’s arm looped around your waist and lifted you up once more. You wanted to push and turn away but Junkrat nuzzled the nap of your neck lightly, ruffling your hair gently. He walked you away from the confrontation, Torb’s voice barely reaching you as he pushed open the door.
“Well you earned that one didn’t ya girlie?”
You didn’t hear the rebuttal as Jamie carried you through the door, waiting until he was several doors down before setting you back on your feet. The fire wasn’t in your belly anymore and instead a small pour rested on your lips. He grinned at you, amber eyes full of sweetness and appreciation. He took your face in his hands, calloused thumbs lightly stroking the apples of your cheeks. Dipping down he kissed your forehead hard and pulled bac k with an audible smack.
S/o annoying junkrat and trying to get his attention cause she wants to cuddle him?
You saw your boyfriend hunched over a table working on some sort of new explosive. “Hey Jamie,” you whispered out careful not to scare him, you learned your lesson after you were nearly decapitated trying to surprise him for his birthday. He didn’t seem to pay you any attention though as he still was concentrating on whatever device he was building. Looking around the room you saw countless blueprints from past projects, you grabbed one and crumpled it into a ball before throwing it at your boyfriend.
His head shot u when the paper lightly made contact with his back “Psst Jamie,” you said slightly louder this time.
“Oi y/n, what’s wrong?” he asked curious as to why you were throwing paper at him.
“I wanna cuddle,” you tell him. He lets out a groan of annoyance.
‘Not right now, I gotta finish sometin’”
“But Jaaaamie,” you said, a slight whine to your voice.
“Listen, love, I’ll be done in a little bit, promise” he compromised. At this you frowned and decided to get up and sit on his workbench. “What’re you doin’?” he asked, sounding slightly concerned.
“I wanna cuddle you responded, stubbornly refusing to be left alone
“I swear to god, you’re like a lil kid,” he murmured under his breath. He got up and started leaving his workshop which was in the shed of the backyard you shared “oi, c’mon” he called out to you, gesturing to the door.
Okay so I don’t know if I had already said it on here but I had always intended it to be both Junkrat and Soldier 76 x Reader. Junkrat is the main hoe but stilllll.
It wasn’t til you stood up that you realized, while you were alive, you weren’t okay. As you hauled yourself to your feet you were hit by a wave of nausea. Looking down, you saw a pool of blood. You swayed unsteadily and Jamison scrambled to catch you as you toppled down.
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Now, hold it . . . Yes! Just like that. Good job, (Y/N).
Now pull the trigger.
Stop shaking, Mi Amore,
He’s already dead.
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You woke with a start, sweat making the sheets cling to your body. The white room, IVs, and the slow beep of the heart monitor told you that you were in a hospital. You sat up slowly and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, putting the nightmare to the back of your mind. Your head was killing you-and it looked like someone had changed your clothes while you were out- but it seemed like you were alright.
The soft click of a sliding door made you look up as a blonde woman entered the room. “You are awake! Wunderbar!” She exclaimed. “We were very worried about you, mein liebling. You had so much shrapnel in you, very messy. Thankfully they got you to the infirmary in time.” She had an almost ageless beauty and a thick accent, you recognized her almost immediately. The angel of Overwatch. Mercy, or Doctor Angela Ziegler.
“You’re doctor Ziegler, right? Thank you for taking care of me. . .” You sat up a bit straighter. “How long was I out?”
“Just a few hours. You should be able to leave soon, we just need to finish up your IV.” She explained. You were a bit surprised by that, you’d never had medicine that worked so fast. When you mentioned it to Doctor Ziegler she just laughed and said something about “the wonders of modern medicine”. True to her word you were patched up and ready to go as soon as all the liquid had been drained from your IV. (You were still concerned about how fast it had healed you, but it was best not to dwell on it.) You were heading out the door when she stopped you.
“Oh, (Y/N), your freunden, ze Junker. You should probably find him if you can. He was very worried about you. In fact he was here watching over you until I had to kick him out.” Dr Zeigler called out. If your head didn’t still hurt, you would have face palmed.
“I know I may regret asking, but what did he do?” You asked her.
“Well, mostly he was just very. . . Was ist das Wort? Unclean? Yes, he was very unclean, he got soot all over your bandages. His hair even caused the bedsheets to catch fire! . . .Ich schwöre, dass der Junge der Tod von mir sein wird. . . Anyways, I would go talk to him.” She explained, tiredly. You smiled a bit at the mental image of Junkrat causing havoc around you while you were unconscious. You told Dr Ziegler you would go make sure he was okay and then left the infirmary.
It felt good to stretch your legs, even if you were still a bit woozy. You set off towards the mess hall to find Junkrat. If he was anywhere he’d be there, slurping down milk tea like there’s no tomorrow. You felt almost excited to see him. That was, until, your mind decided to remind you of what happened a few hours ago. Subconsciously, your hand rose to your lips. . . You stopped walking and turned around.
“I am not dealing with all of these feelings right after waking up from a two-hour coma.” You hissed. With a sigh you turned around and walked towards the firing range, maybe some target practice would clear your head. When you got there you were disappointed to see that there were other people already inside. Your best friend, Soldier: 76, and a short girl with glasses. 76 turned towards you as you walked past him to the booth next to the girl. You slipped on a pair of headphones and removed your gun from its place on your hip. You raised the gun and started to fire.
With each bullet you felt the stress leave your body. Nine shots later you were completely relaxed.
As you put the headphones back you noticed the girl in the next booth had peeked around the wall. She looked a bit embarrassed when she noticed you, noticing her, and she stepped out from behind the wall.
“Sorry! I was just impressed by your shooting,” She hastily explained, a blush rising to her cheeks. You smiled at her and told her it was fine. “Xièxiè. . . Oh umm, my name is Mei by the way. You must be the new recruit, (Y/N) right?”
“Yeah, that’s me.” You chuckled. “How did you know? I haven’t really seen many other people here.”
“Oh Hana told me last night. She said you were very bad at video games, but a good person.” Commented Mei. Of course Hana would say something like that. You didn’t know whether to be flattered or pissed. Maybe both.
“That sounds like something she would say,” You remarked. “Though I still think she has an unfair advantage when it comes to videogames!” Mei laughed loudly, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.
“I know, right. Hana is too good at those things!” She agreed. “She’s really something else.”
The two of you chatted away for what seemed like hours, stopping only when your stomach decided to remind you that you hadn’t eaten since last night. Your face turned red as your belly let out a loud growl. Mei grinned, barely holding back her laughter.
“I think it’s telling me it’s time for lunch. I should head to the mess hall.” You told her.
Mei started to speak but was cut off by a deep, gravely, voice. “At this point it’s probably telling you it’s time for dinner. It’s 18:00.” Was it bad to say you had honestly forgotten 76 was there? Well, there he was, and there he had been, apparently.
“That would explain the hunger, then. Mess hall it is. Bye, Mei, it was nice to meet you,” You called out to her, earning a grin and a wave goodbye.
“I’ll go with you.” 76 told you. You gaped a bit as he fell into step next to you. You didn’t want to talk to him. At least you thought you didn’t because after the fifth minute of uncomfortable silence you were feeling pretty chatty.
“Sooo,” You started. “You. . . Got a new visor. . . That’s good.”
“I’ve had a new visor. I wasn’t training you with a broken one on, was I.” Said 76.
“No, you weren’t. That got repaired pretty fast though,” You grumbled.
“No. I always have at least five replacements ready at all times.”He told you shortly. You looked at him and started to laugh.
“Why does that not surprise me? Of course you’d have a backup, and a backup for your backup.” You snorted.
“What's that supposed to mean?” He asked gruffly his sight locked on you.
“I just feel like nothing really surprises you. Like nobody gets the drop on you.” You explained. “You always seem pretty prepared.”
“. . .You did,” He commented. “In more ways than one. First you cracked my visor, then you actually joined Overwatch. And that wasn’t even the surprising part. What gets me is how well you’re taking it, this whole thing, being forced to join Overwatch. Honestly. I don’t understand it.” His sudden bit of honesty was surprising to say the least. You didn’t respond right away, eyes glued to the floor. You could tell him why you really joined. Part of you wanted to tell him, wanted his approval. With a resigned sigh you looked back up at his visor.
“. . . Look. Nobody else knows this, okay? But I wasn’t planning on being an assassin forever. I had what you could call a wake up call. Some stuff happened and it made me realize I needed to stop. So when Winston offered me a place here I took it as a sign that it was time to change.” You murmured. “God I don’t know why I’m even telling you this.” Neither of you spoke for a while and the two of you walked in an amiable silence. Suddenly you felt a warm hand on your back.
“Communication between teammates is important. Maybe when you’re more comfortable here you can tell me what you’re running from.” He reassured you, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your back.
“Maybe.” You echoed. “I wouldn’t want you to lose all respect for me though. Or whatever is left of it.” You saw his brow furrow out of the corner of your eye, but you didn’t say anything else, and neither did he.
It was strange, but you actually didn’t hate taking with him. You still thought he had a gigantic stick up his ass, but you enjoyed the walk nonetheless.
Heyo.! Can you please do a jealousy HC for Hanzo junkrat and roadhog? Thnx
Yep yep yep! Thanks for the manners hun!
Hanzo
Hanzo is the silently hating man
if someone tries to flirt with you or even compliment you he will be super pissed, but he won’t tell you. Arms crossed and lips as thin as a line he will stand next to you and watch the conversation
if you dare to flirt back or giggle/blush at the compliment you recieved he won’t talk to you for days
if you ask him what’s wrong he won’t talk to you, he will leave you clueless until his temper has cooled down a bit
tries to talk to you after Genji scolded him for being mad at you and not even telling you why he’s mad
you have to promise that you won’t flirt with anyone anymore and you apologize for making him feel uneasy
Junkrat
smelly boy doesn’t like it when someone tries to get a little bit too friendly with his sheila
if he gets jealous he won’t leave you alone for days, always a hand on your back, your waist or your shoulders to prove that you’re his s/o
he’s very careless most of the time but if someone makes you blush and flustered he won’t hesitate to blow this fella up
either he’s silently watching your conversation with the person who’s interested in you, already scribbling plans for a mail bomb in his head, or he will go fucking nuts and grab the person by the collar, telling them that you’re his s/o and that they can go fuck themself
he’s very protective of you, after all you’re the only one who loves him the way he is and he’s afraid of losing you
Roadhog
don’t make Roadhog jealous. Just… don’t. Be careful around others, don’t let anyone get near you because you don’t want to seer what happens when Roadhog gets jealous.
one small incident won’t make him go whole hog, but he notices instantly if someone wants to be more than just friends with you and he hates it
you’re his s/o, which means that absolutely no one except him is allowed to make you giggle and blush like that
if a person really is that suicidal and tries to flirt with you while Roadhog is in the room or near you this dude/girl will get hooked and slammed head first into the nearest wall
when you’re on missions he always has an eye out for you and he will never leave your side. After all you’re the one who chose him and he takes your relationship very seriously
