New Recruits (Junkrat x Male!Reader)

Chapter 12 - Junkrat P.O.V.

   WinterWonders came and went. It was fun, for sure, and somehow (Y/N) and Tracer had made amends. Everyone was getting along well. It finally seemed like the criminals and Overwatch might just be able to make this work. Practice matches went by without cause for alarm, the days passed, New Year's came and went...Things couldn't be going better.

There was just one problem.

Valentine's Day. Everyone was obsessed. Tracer and Widowmaker told everyone they were an item. As did Sombra and Symmetra, Mei and Zarya, Reinhardt and Ana, McCree and Hanzo...and then there were the polyamorous ones. It confused Junkrat to see so many people in such a relationship, because back in Australia, you were lucky to find one person you could stand, one person you could trust. Yet here they were: Zenyatta dating Genji, Genji dating Zenyatta AND Mercy, Mercy dating Genji AND Pharah...It was all too much to wrap his brain around.

With everyone acting all cutesy and lovin' up on each other, it almost made Junkrat jealous. He wished he had someone who loved him that much, someone to hold at night, someone...The only way he could de-stress was by talking to (Y/N). He was always there for Junkrat. He put up with all his bullshit, all his crap. Whether he was being annoying, clingy, or emotional, (Y/N) didn't seem to mind at all. He laughed with Junkrat, cried with him, really listened.
"I sure wish I had a nice guy like (Y/N)."

   Junkrat thought about all of this while in the middle of a practice match, of course. He had no idea what "map" he was on. It looked old-timey and very...orange. "JUNKRAT!" He whipped his head around to see (Y/N) being chased by Pharah. (Y/N) was trying his best to get away, but his health was low, as was his stamina. He tried to bolt inside a building, but Pharah shot a concussive blast into the doorway, knocking (Y/N) into a building in the opposite direction.

  Junkrat was instantly filled with a blistering rage. He didn't care that Pharah was one of his hardest targets to hit. He didn't care that (Y/N) was being healed by Ana. He didn't think about anything but beating that stupid bitch into the ground. Pharah dropped a bit in altitude to get a clearer shot. Junkrat threw down a concussion mine, and blasted himself into the air, straight towards Pharah. He aimed and shot.

   The match ended. The results didn't matter. He didn't hear them. Junkrat raced to (Y/N)'s side, not even bothering to check on Pharah. He stared up at Junkrat in complete awe and shock. Junkrat spoke faster than he had he could think. "Are you oka-Phar-stupid sonofa- bleeding?-christ don't mov-ANA GET YER ARSE-" (Y/N) told the Junker to shut the hell up as kindly as possible. "Junkrat! Calm down, I'm fine, now quit screaming. You're going to lose your voice for good with how much you abuse it all the time, dumbass."

   Junkrat had never been happier to be insulted in his life. He wrapped his arms around the shorter man and squeezed him tight. "Yer a piece of work, you know that? You 'ad me scared straight!" (Y/N) mocked(?) disappointment. "Aw, I was hoping you liked dudes! Guess I'll have to find someone else to be my valentine..." he said sadly. Junkrat's face froze mid-smile, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. the expression was so hilarious that (Y/N) burst out in laughter. If Junkrat's heart wasn't racing before, it sure was now.

   He was speechless. Was (Y/N) messing with him? But it sounded so sincere...and he had hugged Junkrat back! "What the actual fuck is happ'ning?" It was at this point that (Y/N) realized what he had said. Now both men wore the some expression, one of fear. (Y/N) spoke first: "Oh my g- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that! It was a joke, was it weir-" "Gay." Silence. Junkrat swallowed the lump in his throat and repeated himself. "Gay." I'm- I mean-" his face was growing more and more pink by the second. "I'm gay. I found out a while ago back in Australia when I met this one guy who ended up being a dick and stealin-" "Oh. Mygod I-" "-MY  SAVIN'S JESUS NOT-" "Oh. Uh, I'm uh, same."

   This was getting ridiculous. (Y/N) still lay on the ground with Junkrat hovering above him. Ana had gone off to tend to Pharah's wounds, but was eavesdropping, struggling not to burst out cackling at the two awkward young men. Junkrat cocked his head to the side. "Some guy stole yer money?" Now it was (Y/N)'s turn to turn pink. "No, I'm. I'm uh............." His voice was trembling. "I'm gay." His voiced cracked, but Junkrat didn't make fun of him for it. He was too busy thinking. "HOLY SHIT HE'S GAY? I MEAN WHY SHOULD I CARE I DON'T LIKE HIM BUT-OH CHRIST I LIKE HIM!"

   Junkrat finally realized the position they were in and got off of (Y/N). They sat beside one another for a short while, each one screaming internally about what he should do in this situation. Junkrat finally blurted out, "HEY SO VALENTINE'S DAY?" "FUCK I'M SO LAME FIX IT!" "Um, what I meant to say was, uh..." Junkrat turned to look at (Y/N) and he saw something beautiful. He had taken off his bandana, and Junkrat could see every part of that embarrassed, nervous look,  how his eyes avoided Junkrat's, how his mouth was slightly open...

   As the impulsive man he was, Junkrat didn't think twice. He cupped (Y/N)'s face with his hands and gave him a teeny, tiny, quick little peck. It sent a warmth through their bodies, as the butterflies in their stomachs fluttered spastically about. Their eyes locked. "Be my valentine?" (Y/N's) face lit up with a smile, one of pure joy. "Fuck yes." They hugged each other tight and fell back to the ground, giggling loudly. They stopped for a second, just to soak in the moment, how each other looked.

   "Flamingos."

  "What the hell, mate?" 

   "Flamingos aren't born pink. They get the pink color from eating a lot of shrimp. So," (Y/N) poked Junkrat's cheeks and grinned. "You must have eaten a lot of shrimp!" Junkrat laughed, loudly. "Here I was, thinkin' you're some kind of edgy lunatic, but no! Flamingos! Shrimp!" He finished laughing and wrapped his arms around (Y/N)'s neck. "Looks like your a big ol' softie, just like Mako." You nuzzled into Junkrat's neck and...

   "...wait, WHAT?!"

*It's here! Again, sorry for irregular updates and all the waiting. I hope this one wasn't too bad! The next chapter, chapter 13 will mostly likely be the last chapter, although it will be very long. I'm really excited to apply what I've learned from this fic to the next ones I write! Anyone like the Percy Jackson series?*