Demolition (Junkrat X Reader Fanfiction)

Chpt: 2 - Overkill...

     "Noo! It's not what you think it is!" You snatched your phone back from the junker, and he giggled. Your face was blood red at this point. You shut off your phone completely and shoved it back into your pocket. "Someone's in loooove." Junkrat whispered as we watched you hide your embarrassed face in your hands. Damn it. Why did he have to see it? Why? You leapt over the counter, went to the center of the cafeteria, and yelled into the air. "I'M SO STUUPIIIID!" Junkrat watched you from behind the counter. "Yeh, ya sure are pretty insane." You snapped your head in his direction. "INSANE? SAYS THE EXPLOSIVE-OBSESSED, CRAZY MANIAC, WITH A HORRID LACK OF HYGIENE!" You shouted, cheeks filled with embarrassment as you ran out of the cafeteria. "Hooley Dooley, love! Relax!" Junkrat called from the cafeteria. "I DON'T WANT YOUR ADVICE, YOU RAT!" You announced towards the cafeteria. You began to stomp away from the cafeteria, until Jamison called out once again. "Ya know, ya sorta cute when you're cross."

     You stopped, your flattered face redder than blood. Did your crush just call you... cute? You held in a shriek, and ran to the bathroom. It was quiet and empty. You twirled into a stall and locked it. Not to do your business, but to freak out about the junker's compliment. "You're sorta cute when you're cross! WHAAT? EEEEEEEE!!" You mimicked him and cheered aloud. "Someone's lovesick." You heard a cheery accent from the stall to the left of you. Oh no. Please don't tell me it's Tra- "Ooooh luv! Who've you been flirting with? Are they tall? Short? Who?" You wiped your face roughly with your hands. "It- it's nobody. Just uh, happy for m-my friend!" You stuttered. You walked out of the stall at the same moment as Tracer. She immediately looked down to your sneakers, now covered in ash and soot from the toe to the tongue. The mess Junkrat made had the entire kitchen dusted in smoke and soot. She gasped, swiping her index finger on the toe of your shoe. "Have you been hanging with..." Tracer smirked. "Mister Fawkes?" You grunted with a slight smile. "Yeah, yeah. Ok, tell nobody?" Tracer winked, walking towards the exit. "Not a soul!"

     After being in the bathroom for a good 10 minutes, scrubbing your filthy shoes and thinking about someone, Mercy came rushing in. "What happened?" You asked with a panicked tone. Mercy unlocked a cabinet and grabbed a first aid kit. "That rugged Jamison injured himself once again. That boy and his silly bombs." Mercy rushed back out. Shocked, you slipped on your wet but clean shoes and ran out of the bathroom, down a couple of halls, a set of stairs, and into the field. Ahead, you saw Mercy, Soldier: 76, Roadhog, and Zenyatta crowded around the fallen junker. You ran over to them and looked down at Junkrat. "What happened now!? Is he going to be okay?" Mercy slowly nodded, tightening a gauze around his good arm. "He should be recovering in a few hours." She looked up at Soldier 76. "Since his room's a mess and he needs good cushion, where should we keep him to rest?" 76 shrugged. "Keep him in (Y/N)'s room for now. You smiled secretly, excited about keeping him in your room. You sat down on the grass watching the clouds float by. The hot sunlight massaged your face.

     He is going to be in your room. You're caring for him.. giving him comfort... holding him hostage. You woke up, realizing Junkrat and the others were no longer among you. You rushed to your room to see if the charming Aussie was there. And he sure was. There he was, stretched out on your bed whistling and staring at the ceiling. You walked in slowly and he turned his head to you. "Oi, Sheila.." He purred with a flirty tone. "Can ya gimme a hand? My chest is itching and I can't reach. Junkrat winked at you. You tried to ignore him, looking around the room for your watch. You realized two things. One, the watch had fallen behind your bed. Two, Junkrat was in that bed.

     "Excuse me." You mumbled with a stern tone and reached over him. Junkrat licked his lips, arched his head up, and bit RIGHT into your neck. You moaned, having no choice but to fall on top of him as he sucked on the bite spot. "J-jaa..Jamison! St-stop!" You were weak, and totally couldn't get up. You cringed as his tongue slid up the side of your neck, and behind your ear. His prosthetic hand grasped the back of your head, pulling you in. The Aussie boy pressed his lips against yours, kissing you tightly. Mesmerized, you crawled up on the bed, hands and knees surrounding him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his. He brushed his lips against your ear, his hot breath tickling you. He inhaled, and snickered quietly. You wanted to ask what he was laughing about, but you were too busy burying your face into his chest. All of a sudden, you snapped out of the moment and sat up quickly, peeling yourself away from Junkrat's body. You blushed heavily, starting to panic. "W-WHAT AM I DOING? OH MY GOD..." You quickly climbed out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door and taking deep breaths. You stared in the mirror at the red mark on your neck and heard the Junker cackling from the bedroom. "I gotcha, love!" He announced. "How did I get caught up in that so easily..." You whispered to yourself. "Why did I let him do it..." Your face turned pink as you unlocked the bathroom door, preparing to walk back into the bedroom. "Why did I walk away..."