Demolition (Junkrat X Reader Fanfiction)

Chpt: 5 - The Bracelet

   Bombs, fire, explosives, and you, were not the only things in crazy Jamison's head. 

        Junkrat took a seat at a table outside, and took a pouch of beads and other bits and bobs out of his pocket. He poured them all onto the surface of the table and began to think. It was a beautiful day, and he decided to do something for his beautiful girl. He pulled out a piece of clear elastic string and held it up by one end, watching it dangle and capture the light in its thin structure. "Perfect." He chuckled under his breath, and began to sort the beads. 

        About ten minutes later, he had all of the various beads sorted out into a few different piles. There were pearly pinks, bright blues, and pastel purples on one side of the table. And on the other side, black orbs, crystal balls and silver studs. Jamison cautiously began dropping the unique beads onto the string, and reciting the colors. "Pink, pink, blue, pink, black, silver, blue, purple, bla-" He stopped, and stared at the string of beads. He smiled lightly, gently pouring the beads off of the string. "This's gotta be special, just like (Y/N)!" Junkrat restarted the bracelet, replacing the randomized beads with specific ones and creating a gorgeous pattern. 

        After both ends of the elastic were tied, Junkrat held the bracelet up to the sun the admire it and smiled at it proudly. "Oh!" He put it down and gasped. "I forgot one more thing!" The junker ran all the way to his room and pulled a tiny dusty container from under his bed. He gently opened the case and pulled out a golden charm. It was in the shape of a bomb with a lit fuse, but the bomb was shaped like a heart. And that was real gold. He returned to the table, and gave the charm a good polish. He then flicked out a small knife and starting carving into the back of the charm. The words "You're the Bomb" were engraved onto the charm. Junkrat lightly blew the dust off of the words, and then attatched the charm to the bracelet. He smiled, looked at his creation once more, and went to find you. He was proud.  

        You were in the shower when you heard a light knock on your door. "Who's there?" You called, poking your  head out of the shower curtains. "Oi (Y/N), it's ya friendly neighborhood junker!" You smiled, turning off the water and browsing the small bathroom for your towel. "Come in!" Junkrat waddled into your room, closing the door behind him. "I got somethin' for ya!" He announced cheerfully, and you could hear his uneven footsteps approaching the bathroom door. You still couldn't find your towel! Feeling stupid, you found your towel handing on a hook on the ceiling. You reached up to get it, and when you did, you slipped and toppled out of the shower... As soon as Jamison walked in! The junker's face grew bright red, as he couldn't help staring at you. You screamed, pushing him out of the bathroom and closing the door. "I'm sorry Sheila! I didn't mean to.." Junkrat freaked out, backing away from the door. "You forgave him, stuttering with a nervous tone. After you finished in the shower, you walked back into your room and saw him sitting on your bed fidgeting with the loose screws in his prosthetic arm. "Was there... something you wanted to show me?" You asked quietly, running your fingers through your damp hair. "Oh, (Y/N)! Um, yeah! Right!" Jamison patted the bed next to him, and you crawled onto the bed and leaned on his side. "You're such a fantastic, beautiful, and wonderful girl, (Y/N). So I made you this fantastic, beautiful and wonderful bracelet!" He pulled the bracelet out of his pocket and proudly showed it to you. You smiled, and he slipped it on your wrist. "It's amazing! Thank you so much, Jamie." You said cheerfully, and he pecked your forehead. "Anything for my Sheila!"