Always yours (Junkrat x Reader)

New roommate

   I am taken aback by his request to stay with me. I mean hell, I haven't seen this man in over 10 years AND he's a wanted criminal. I shouldn't even be considering this, but my mouth moved before my brain could provide reasoning.

   "Of course, Jamison" you are internally slapping this shit out of yourself. What the hell is wrong with you, stupid mouth needs to listen to your brain-

   "Thank you, (y/n)!" He giggles out, wrapping you up into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground in the process. "I won't get in ya way, I sweyah" he says as he puts you down, giving you a large, toothy smile.

   You melt a little, he still has the same smile after all this time.. You can't help but give him one back, rubbing your neck as you turn to start walking towards your apartment. "It's not very far from here, come on." You say as he makes long strides to catch up to you, walking close to you, glancing down at you as the two of you idly chat to fill the silence.

On the way, we chatted about surface level stuff; apparently he goes by Junkrat now, but doesn't mind when I use his name. He shared a little about his partner in crime, Roadhog; even talking about his frustrations with people thinking they're a couple. "We're just a couple of dashing rogues!" He exclaimed innocently and I couldn't help but laugh and poke fun.

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"Well, here we are." You state with little fanfare as you approach the door, sliding the key in and turning it quickly. You open the door to your cozy, but bare bones apartment. You normally avoid going all out on settling into a place, since your assignments usually change on short notice.

"Noice place!" Jamison gawks, as his eyes study the the layout, his gaze meeting you as you take your shoes off and set them on a rack by the door. Not wanting to be rude, he does the same with his one boot, earning a chuckle out of you.

"As happy as I am to have you here Jamison, you are in desperate need of a shower and clean clothes before I consider letting you sleep anywhere." You say playfully, but definitely serious and he picks up on that.

"Whoot? Not a fan of me musk?" He says back just as playfully, not thrilled with the idea of bathing. "Yes, I'll even pull together something for you to wear once you finish." You offer, unsure if he'd be okay with you washing his clothes, given his apprehension about bathing.

"Alroight, which way to the loo?" He says, defeated but appreciative of the kindness you're offering him. He knows it's a big ask of you, but you still agreed regardless.

You show him to the bathroom, and showing him the bedroom. "You can take the bed once you're cleaned up, it's pretty comfy." You say with a warm smile, "everything you'll need is in there, I'll set the towel and clothes outside the door-"

"You take the bed, Sheila. I told ya, I won't get in ya way." He says with insistence, only to be faced with resistance from you. "You're my guest, Jamison. You're taking the bed. I can't imagine the last time you got a good nights rest."

"Look at the size of that thing!" He said loudly, "theyah's plenty of room on theyah for tha both of us! We could 'ave a sleep ovah!" He exclaimed excitedly. Not wanting to argue any further, you agree and push him into the bathroom.

"Don't come out till you're clean!" You say, annoyed with his stubbornness. Strolling to your room with a sigh as you try to find clothes that will fit his tall ass.

   I find some plaid pajama pants and an oversized gray shirt, thanking myself for having larger clothes to lounge around in. I grab a towel as toss it in the drier for a few minutes to warm it up a bit, hoping this makes the cleaning experience more bearable for him. He's always been a bit of a messy person, but you don't know what led him to where he is today and I have no intention of pushing the matter until he's ready.