Always yours (Junkrat x Reader)

Let's grab a drink

   "Wow! These pants fit great, how'd you know my size?" He calls out from the bathroom, putting on his new outfit. "I guessed, are you almost done?" You call out to him as opens the door and steps out.

   I look him up and down, admiring the choice of outfit. It truly fit him perfectly, the pants hug him enough without being uncomfortably tight. He's rolled up one of the pant legs so his prosthetic has full range of motion and the hoodie is zipped up about halfway, some of his chest exposed with the hood draped over his head. I glance at the little dirty blond tufts of hair poking out, a cute little wild mess. Finally my eyes look at the outer jacket, some of the holes large enough to see his gray hoodie underneath. I look up at him to give him a smile, only to notice another addition to his outfit, a pair of beat up goggles. He looks like a punk, like some of the guys I used to hang out with back in high school, but my god he's so much better than any of those losers.

   Relishing in the nonverbal attention he's getting from you, he speaks up. "Like what you see?" He asks with a smirk, closing the distance between you two a bit. He backs you up against a wall and puts his hand next to your head, leaning down without breaking eye contact. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." He says as he drags a finger underneath your chin.

   Your face turns as red as a tomato as he leans back and laughs. "You shoulda seen ya face!" He cackles as you stammer out an unintelligible response. "I'm just pulling ya leg." He says with a cocky smile.

   He wraps an arm around your shoulder as pulls you close as he makes strides towards the door with you in tow. "So what's the plan for tonight?" he questions as he grabs the door handle.

   You regain your composure, grabbing your keys hanging on a hook by the door as you step into the hallway. "We're gonna go on a walk through the neighborhood, stop at a burger joint along the way and grab some drinks at my usual spot." You state matter of factly as you lock the door and turn to him.

   You both descend the stairs, walking out into the brisk night air. You fiddle around your pocket to find your cigarettes, a habit you unfortunately picked up when you spent time stationed in Paris. You tap the pack against the palm of your hand as you finish descending the stairs. You've cut back significantly, but the sudden change to your life has left you craving one.

   "Got anotha?" Junk asks as he watches you light up the one between your lips. "Shur" you say as you pull the pack back out and pass him one. "Thanks mate." He replies cheerfully as he fits it between his middle and index finger, pressing the tip of his against yours. You instinctively take a drag and watch as it lights, immediately making its way up to his lips.

You watch as he takes a long drag, turning his head away from you and exhaling slowly. He turns back to you and says, "bit of bad habit to 'ave." He smirks as you begin to stroll away, "I'm not as bad anymore, I used to smoke a pack a day when I was stationed in Paris." You state lazily.

You walk down some side streets till you both approach a small park in the middle of the seemingly endless pavement. Both of you fill your lungs with smoke during breaks in conversation. When you finish yours, you toss it on the ground and stomp it out; eyeing the scenery nearby as you wait for him to finish his.

"Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we never lost contact?" You ask as he exhaled his last breath of smoke. "All the toime." He says without hesitation as he stomps out his cigarette butt.

   "I used to wonder what our lives would look like, would you have eventually moved here with your mom? Would I have returned back to Australia? Would we-" he stops me by placing a hand on my shoulder. "We don't have to worry about 'what ifs' anymore. I'm not going anywhere, even if you get tired of me." He says as he gives you a small smile.