a / n : YES HELLO I have returned with another reader insert, this time its a Junkrat request! nOW LET ME TELL YA ABOUT JUNKRAT he is without a doubt one of my favorite characters and one of my mains in game. he is so crazy and I just love it. I was super stoked to do this request bc its currently past 2 am and I'm dangerously hyper which is why I was able to bust out the rest of this fic in like an hour when it only had two paragraphs written *genji voice* YOSH

also I'm changing the rating of the fanfic in terms of language and mild violence bUT STILL NO BAD STUFF K

ok on with the story!

"Y/n! Four on the right!"

"Got it!" You called back into your comm following Soldier 76's sharp order. Bunching your muscles, you rolled to your right, taking cover behind a large metallic crate, and aimed at the four Talon agents clutched together. Firing your weapon, you focused intently on your speed and accuracy, and one by one but briskly, the agents went down with cries of pain. As the last one fell, you drew back to catch your breath.

"Good. Fall up on the objective!" 76's command was quickly cut off by gunfire as you ducked into the surrounded area.

You were a part of a risky mission in an ancient Canadian town, where Talon had been gathering dangerous weapons and resources. A patrol consisting of you and seven other Overwatch agents were working to take out the dozens of Talon agents and shut down their base.

Morrison was the definite leader, charging into enemy lines to pull them away from their base. Reinhardt and Zarya were the tanks, distracting the agents with their heavily armored protection. Tracer and McCree worked as offense, attacking and taking out the most dangerous of the agents. There was also Mercy, gliding from hero to hero with her staff providing health and power when needed. Then there was the defense heroes - you and Junkrat.

It wasn't new to be paired up with Junkrat on a mission in defending and protecting an objective. Ever since his arrival at Overwatch, you became accustomed to working together in the midst of battle. And you didn't mind it one bit - you actually took a liking to him.

Sure, Jamison was a wild child and there was no doubting the lack of sanity he had, but having spent the past months with him following his recruitment at Overwatch, you realized that wasn't all to him. Like everyone else, at first you saw him as a loud, obnoxious and downright crazy maniac, and you had been slightly wary of his intentions. A man so obsessed with explosives and destruction can only promise so much safety.

But then you began to see other things to the little weirdo. For one, he was hilarious, and succeeded often in making you laugh. You would spend some time with him before missions and hear all the crazy jokes he'd bring up. He was also his own kind of brave. Maybe it was a little wild of him to always launch into danger, but his lack of fear fascinated you and made you realize how much he could actually be helpful to the team.

Then there was the couple times he had even saved you out on the battlefield. His concussion mines would launch enemies away from you, or his scrawny arms would pull you to safety just as he set off his larger bombs, followed by his laughter. Of course, in the heat of battle, you'd thank him and he would laugh and brush it off as nothing. But off the missions, you thought about it and realized that perhaps it was minor acts of kindness and friendliness - sure, Junkrat was crazy, but that didn't have to mean selfish.

Upon realizing you were one of the few people who accepted him and actually saw him as more than when he first arrived, Junkrat befriended you immediately. He trusted you on and off the battlefield. Sometimes he'd drag you down to the training range where he'd show you new explosives or ideas he got. You were often interested and fond of his genius when it came to his specialty, and would pay full attention everytime and sometimes even test the bombs with him. You both enjoyed the time spent together.

Maybe it was a little - ok, really - crazy to hope that it could turn into something more than friends. Most people would think Junkrat's insanity was spreading onto you if you admitted to catching feelings for him. But after all the time and teamwork formed between the two of you and the dynamic pair you made, you found yourself getting that stupid fluttery-heart and blushing whenever he laughed at your words or threw his arm around your shoulders. You didn't plan on ever telling him - you assumed romance was wayyy out of the question for him - but you figured a silly crush was harmless if you didn't tell anyone.

Currently you were both near the edge of the Talon base, keeping any enemy lines back and away from the point. You could hear Junkrat's laughter and grenades going off in the chilly Canadian air. You were focused on the battle, ignoring the small buzz of excitement you got from working with the Australian.

A bullet whizzed past your shoulder, and you glanced to your left. A sinking feeling of horror set in when you saw the herd of Talon agents moving into the abandoned train station that was the objective. By instinct you began to fire, but their tight proximity and closeness among each other kept harm out of their way. Their guns all aimed at you, they charged in, avoiding the armed teammate on your other side.

Just as a bout of panic built up in you, the familiar Australian voice broke the air. "Oi, watch out, mate!"

You barely had enough time to take in the warning when Junkrat leaped to your side. You yelped in surprise as his thin but strong arm hooked around your waist and pulled you in against him. With nothing but a large grin, he turned and ducked the both of you behind a large wall, pressing down on the detonator in his free hand.

Instantly an explosion went off, lighting up the entrance that the Talon agents were taking. Their screams were drowned out by the chain of explosives lining the doorway. You shrieked in surprise as the flames and smoke went up, devouring the threatening enemies. Your body was still pressed up against Junkrat's, his arm holding you in place as his bright eyes and grin watched the scene unfold.

The smoke and noise settled after a moment. Your ears rang slightly and your eyes stung from the smoke lingering in the air. You blinked, shocked upon the sight of the Talon agents now dead from the explosion.

You hadn't realized how fast you were breathing, your chest tight and heart hammering. Your gaze lifted to the grinning Australian still next to you, a fast drop to your stomach coming. Junkrat had just saved you - again.

"Oi! That was quite the sight!" He laughed, slowly releasing his grip on you and surveying the area for anymore agents. He turned and grinned at you. "Ya good, y/n?"

You were still in a state of shock from the fast rescue, your throat dry and heart racing. But quickly, relief began to sink in and the fear that had been building up so rapidly subsided. You nodded, meeting his amber gaze. "Y-yea. Thanks."

"Don't mention it, mate," he snickered, turning around to head back towards the entrance. The sight of his good arm made you gasp.

"Junkrat! Your arm!" You raced forward to his side to glance at the new wound. Several bullet wounds had made their way below his elbow, staining his forearm with blood.

He looked down at it, a hint of annoyance in his smirk. "Would you look at that? Seems like I never stop getting hit 'round here!" He laughed.

You almost felt angry at his lack of interest. "It's not funny! This looks serious." You took his arm into your grip gently, ignoring the blood that got onto your hands. "We might have enough time for me to patch it up real quick," you added, inspecting the deep wounds.

He tugged his arm back, a convincing grin growing on his face. "Don't worry 'bout me, bug. This ol' trap's been through worse!" He held up his prosthetic arm, followed by a quick laugh.

"Don't argue with me," you snapped back, ignoring how much you sounded like Mercy. She had taught you a few tricks for quick repair, so it would only make sense to adopt her firm, caring personality. You looked around, finding the base clear of nearby enemies, and reached for the roll of gauze tucked beneath your jacket. "I'll be quick. Just enough to stop the bleeding. Mercy will do the rest after the mission."

"Guess I shouldn't argue with a kickass lady like yourself, y/n," Junkrat smirked, giving up in his resistance. He reluctantly allowed you to take his arm into your hands, glancing over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear.

"You really should be more careful," you told him softly, not even bothering to hide the worry in your tone. You began to firmly wrap the gauze around the wounds, wincing as he tensed in pain.

"I know, I know!" He interrupted, the amusement in his voice stronger than the irritation. "You're saying a destructive old fellow like me ain't right for these hero missions."

"I'm saying these missions don't promise tomorrow," you corrected him firmly, your gaze meeting his briefly. You turned your focus back to his injury, weaving the gauze gently to avoid any further pain. "You shouldn't be so reckless, it could risk your life."

"Not like it matters much," he huffed, a rigid smile still on his lips. "An Ol Junker like me don't make differences like all of ya. Just here to blow up stuff for a better cause."

You continued to wrap his forearm, but his words struck worry in you and you lifted your gaze to his again. "You're way more than that, Junkrat. You're part of Overwatch now, not some stray Junker. You're team, you're family, and a hero now. If not to anyone else, then to me you are."

You found yourself avoiding his gaze, a warmth spreading to your cheeks as you added another layer of gauze. You didn't notice the look of shock washing over his face as he took in your words. Sure, he knew the two of you were great friends, but your amazingly kind words never failed to amaze him. A smile grew on his lips.

"'Spose you're right, mate," he snickered, watching you wrap the gauze for a moment. "'Bout time being precious. Guess I should take all the risks I can!"

You flinched and looked up to pout at him. "Not if they're dangerous! You have to avoid big risks!"

He hesitated, his eyes looking conflicted. Then mischief glowed in them, and he smirked. "Even this one?" And before you knew it, he threw his metallic arm around your waist to pull you in and meet his lips to yours.

A small squeak of surprise came from you as you felt your body fitting against his, your lips locked in a firm but surprisingly gentle kiss. The shock was there for only a second before the buzz of happiness set in. Your heart leaped up and your stomach fluttered, and by instinct your eyes closed and your hands pulled him closer. It was rushed, both of your lips cold from the chilly air, and he smelled of faint gunpowder and smoke, but god, you loved it. And it ended all too soon.

He pulled his face away, a grin glowing on his face. As your eyes met, your face heated up and your fingers lightly touched your lips. "H-here? Of all places?!" You asked him, suddenly self conscious of the idea of one of your teammates witnessing the sight.

"Oi, if tomorrow ain't promised, gotta take chances, right?" He replied with a laugh, his arm slowly sliding away from your waist. He held up his arm to admire the clean gauze that now covered his wounds. "Thanks for all this, love! I owe ya!"

Yea, owe me a proper kiss after the mission, you almost snapped back, but instead you found yourself smiling. A happy swell came to your heart and you nodded. "Least you can do is be more careful."

Junkrat smirked, tossing his arm around your shoulders in a quick and loose embrace. "No promises, y/n! For you, I'd risk anything!" Then he held up his grenade launcher and his grin widened. "For now, back to the usual mayhem!"

a / n : WOAH that might have been really cheesy and junkrat may have been a little out of character SORRY

just wanted to add requests are open and I will gladly take any! I have some planned just dont know what character will be next if none are requested. thank you soo much to those who have taken time to request, read and follow the story! it really does mean a lot! YOU GUYS ARE RAD have a fabulous day/night!

- geeky