Scourge of Overwatch (Junkrat X Reader)

5: False Alarm

Beep.
Beep.

You feel warmth, you nestle your tender cheek against the source. You grumble and mutter, being comfortable felt succulent.

Beep.
Beep.

You groan and fidget a bit in the haven that is the warmth. You try to remain impervious to the repetitive beeps that seem to rip you away from sleep.

"Beep-beep bitch, wake up, Christ almighty!"

You screech and stagger onto your feet in fright. Your bloodshot eyes scan the area, as your chest rises up and down in heavy breaths.

"Whomst the fuck in ma room," you sloppily spout, rubbing your face. You feel his hot breath fanning your neck as he replies, "Me, cunt."

You flail and turn around, smacking Junkrat on the chest. He looks down at you bemused as you continue to hit him.

"Ugh! You so obnoxious! Why you here," you shove him aside and blubber as you stagger towards your bathroom.

He trails behind you and remains silent, only a blank expression rests on his face. You roll your eyes and begin to wash your face. He peers at you curiously. You pay no mind to it and turn off the faucet. As you extend your hand to reach for the towel, you realize that it had found it's way into Junkrat's hands. You turn around and immediately try to grab it.

"Give it!"

His lips curl into a witty smile as he lifts up his arm, letting his hand rest against the ceiling of your bathroom with the fluffy towel pressed against it.

"Let us mourn the mishap that was your morning routine," Junkrat says before imitating a ceremonial trumpet.

"Leave me alone, asshole!"

Junkrat lets go of the towel, allowing it to flutter onto your head. You take it off your head and notice it's baby blue hue has now been tainted by soot and ash.

"No worries, needed to go anyway, thanks for the rockin' bang." Junkrat smacks your rear and begins to make his exit through the door.

"Nothing happened, Jamison, you psycho," you huff and push him from behind. You quickly regret the action as he turns on his heel and corners you against your closet door.

"Push me again, and that claim will change," he grunts, his nose scrunched. He looks away then back at you with a scoff. Junkrat stands straight as he shakes his head and sniffles, wiping his nose with his thumb.

"Fuckin' allergies," he mutters as he leaves.

Junkrat is so dramatic and erratic, he could cost you your career. You continue your daily routine, rushed due to lack of time as well as sleep. Hopefully the day will better itself as it progresses. You muster a smile and make your way to the garage to start the day on a better note.

It's unfortunate that you wanted a normal, uneventful day. Now that you're working at Overwatch HQ, you won't ever be granted that luxury again.

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