A collection of random Male reader One Shots

I could never see you with anyone else.

Junkrat x Medic Reader (Please note: I have yet to play Overwatch but I am doing my research so this is going to be a somewhat short chapter.)

(Y/n) POV

Time: 7: 39 am

I was in the training room, practicing my attack and range. My knife and machete were growing heavy with every swing. Sweat ran down my face and caused my clothes to stick to my skin. "Enemy at 6 o' clock" I whipped around, cutting the omnics head off with my blade. The air thickened, my breaths were fast and my whole body ached. "Enemy to your right" I ducked, spinning and kicking the omnics leg so it fell. I then stuck my machete straight though its core.

Exhaustion caught up with me and I fell backwards right as I stood. "Training over." I panted out, closing my eyes. The room beeped and all the omnics shut down. I remained on the ground, taking fast breaths.

While I was down, someone entered the room. "Oi, what're you doin' on the floor?" I pushed myself up and looked at that damned Aussie. "Training." I stood up and shakily trudged over to the bench, collapsing on the metal board with my back on the cool wall. "Oh. And what're you trainin' for?" I glared at him as he approached me. "Do I need a reason?" I grabbed my water bottle, downing half of it before setting it to the side. "Well... no but-", "Then we don't need a discussion. Good day, Junkrat." I got up and marched out of the training room, passing RoadHog on the way out.

Hey, don't get me wrong. I don't have a thing against Australians or the continent, but him? He's another story. Ever since he got here, he has been causing chaos and destroying everything. And don't get me started on that RoadHog! His 'body guard' doesn't even stop him! He didn't even help when Junkrat blew up my fucking door because I wouldn't answer to his knocking! Junkrat's mere presence pisses me off, and everyone but him knew. He was oblivious as hell. However, RoadHog was not as oblivious but not much to care either.

Setting that aside, I was quickly walking to my 'apartment' in the base. I must've spaced out because I bumped into Tracer. "Gah! I'm really sorry!" I helped her up. She giggled, "Don't worry bout' that love! How are you by the way?" she looked me up and down, stifling a laugh. "How'd the trainin' go?" I glared at her. "It went fine. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to clean up." She busted out laughing, "Alright, see you later love!" then she dashed off to god knows where.

I opened the door to my room and slammed it shut. "I need a damn shower."

TIME SKIP

It was around 2 pm and we we're called for a mission.

Me, Reinhardt, D.VA, Jack, RoadHog AND Junkrat were going to help in transporting the payload. Our location was Dorado. The familiar lights and buildings brought back some 'fun' memories.

"Alright team, (Y/n) you're on medic, Junkrat, D.Va and I are on offence and RoadHog and Reinhardt will be defense. Got it?" there was a series of 'yes sir' and 'got it' then silence.

The door opened and everyone went to his or her positions.

Mini time skip

The battle was a whole 180 of what we expected. At first, we were winning and moving the payload. Then our defenses were broken and now we're basically cornered. I was hiding out in a random room when I heard the all so sickening beep of an explosive. I went to jump but a body collided with mine, sending us both flying out the building.

I sat up, staring at the person who saved me. "Holy shit!" it was Junkrat, and for a guy how deals a lot with bombs, he was severally damaged. I frantically got up, picking him up and throwing him over my shoulder. I took off running for a safe place to help him.