#jamison fawkes x reader

[m-musings]

Headcanons: Overwatch Men Saying I Love You for the First Time (Pt 1.)

A/N: splitting these headcanons into 2 parts so that i can get the creative juices flowing for when i write the others. (hcs under the cut!)

(part 2 here! :])

Warnings: none that i can think of Word Count: 952

Baptiste:

Baptiste, being ever the spontaneous one, first tells you he loves you during the movie night you have about every two weeks.

The two of you were huddled underneath a large, fluffy blanket, the film you chose somewhat forgotten as you idly chat about whatever comes to mind.

As you go to lean against his shoulder, you can hear a small breath hitch in his throat as his sentence fades off.

With a concerned look on your face, you pause the movie before lifting your head to look at him.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Baptiste nods his head in reply as he places a comforting hand on your arm.

"Yeah, I'm alright, it's just...You know I love you, right?"

Your eyes widen in surprise for a moment before softening again as you sweetly smile at him.

"I love you too, 'Tiste..."

Cassidy:

Cole is almost always on charmer mode with everyone he knows and comes across. It's part of how he got this far in life and how he prefers to be seen.

But when it comes to his first time telling you how he feels after you've just started dating? Completely different story. He's an absolute mess.

Here he is, pacing back and forth in front of your door with a gift in hand as he debates on how to admit his affections for you.

As he hypes himself up to finally knock and just tell you, the door creaks open with you peeking out from behind it.

"Oh, hi Cole! What can I do for you?" You say, fully pulling the door open as you greet him with a grin.

"H-hey, darlin'... I- I, uh, made somthin' for you. Here." An unprepared Cassidy stutters as he hands you his present.

As you look down at where your hand meet, Cole pulls his away to reveal a braided leather bracelet with round wooden beads interlaced.

Letting out an excited gasp, you place it upon your wrist before throwing your arms around the cowboy.

"This is amazing, Cass, thank you! I love you!"

Cassidy then chuckles deeply, wrapping himself around you as he leans into your touch.

"Love you too, sweetheart."

Doomfist:

Akande is very in tune with what he wants for himself, so when he realizes how he feels, he won't hesitate to tell you.

He'd call you to meet him somewhere private in Talon's headquarters, where once you arrive, he'd instantly start flirting.

"Ah, hello my dear. Looking as wonderful as always."

"Oh, thank you, Akande! Is there something you wanted from me?"

He would shake his head in confirmation before tenderly grabbing your hand and placing a kiss atop it.

"Nothing too serious, I assure you. I simply wanted to tell you that I love you. I hope you feel the same."

With a flustered expression, you'd whisper a small yes before he places his arms around around your waist in an unusually soft embrace.

Genji:

Genji says it during a rare quiet moment at Gibraltar.

After preventing a Null Sector attack on a town not far from base, you were helping him repair some of his cybernetic parts that got damaged in the fight.

In the middle of adding a few adjustments to one of the mobility mechanisms, he heaves out a deep sigh which causes you to glance up at him.

"I can tell you wanna say something, 'Ji. You can tell me if you want."

With a shake of his head, he lets out another sigh as he places a gentle hand on your face.

"Just... thank you for everything you do for me, my beloved. I love you."

"Love you too, Genji."

Hanzo:

If anyone would be the one to plan something to tell you his feelings, it would absolutely be Hanzo Shimada himself.

Even if he isn't normally one for romance, your presence in his life would have changed that

Hanzo would make preparations to meet you somewhere special so he could not so subtly show you off in public.

After eating a fancy dinner at an expensive restaurant and going on a walk through a park, he'd turn to look at you with admiration swimming in his eyes.

"I just want you to know that I love you very much. Even if I don't say it often, I really do care about you."

"I love you too, Han." You'd grin before kissing him softly on the cheek.

Junkrat:

Let's be honest with ourselves, Jamison would have blurted it out within the first few days of being with you.

He'd probably be so focused on building a new explosive contraption that he wouldn't have even noticed he said it.

"Oi, could you hand me the thing? It's in the toolbox over there!"

You'd walk over, grab the thing he needs and go to give it to him with a few pats to his shoulder.

"Thank youuu, I love ya!"

You'd chuckle quietly in response and give his head a smooch before walking off to do your own thing.

"I love you too, Fawkes!"

Lifeweaver:

Niran will tell you he loves you when he hides out at your place after a group of hunters sent by Vishkar find him and try to chase him down.

After a relentless pursuit, he manages to escape and find his way to your house, needing a place to recollect his thoughts.

When you respond to the banging on your door, you look out to see an exhausted Lifeweaver on your doorstep.

"Could I bother you for a place to stay for the night?"

"Always. The guest room is already ready for you."

With a relieved sigh, Niran would hug you before pulling you back into the house.

"Thank you, I love you so much, darling!"

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch imagines #baptiste x reader #cole cassidy x reader #doomfist x reader #akande ogundimu x reader #genji shimada x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes x reader #niran pruksamanee x reader #lifeweaver x reader

[colemorrison]

Kiss my neck and fuck me up

He was all over you, quick to touch every part of your body that you let him. He was desperate to please you, wanting nothing more than to caress your body.

“Please, jus’ wanna touch.”

His flesh hand was trembling, he wanted to touch you there, you had every right to be nervous. Jamie didn’t know you were trans, you hadn’t told him yet.

“Just.. Jamie..?”

“Please, let me.”

“Jamison, this is serious.”

“Sorry.. my love. i’m listenin’, s’ something wrong?”

You took a deep breath, hands out stretched to caress the others rough face.

“I’m trans, I don’t have a dick.”

The gears were obviously turning in the bombers head.

“So you’ve got a pussy?”

“Yea.. Does that change anything between us?”

“If ya don’t take your pants off, I’m gonna rip them off.”

Your face quickly flooded into a smile, why wouldn’t you be able to trust this idiot.

“Please let me touch, I want ya please.”

Junkrat’s fingers slid to the waistband of your pants, pulling them off. Never had you seen him so desperate, eyes full of need while he practically tore your clothing off.

“Just, be gentle okay? I’ve never let anyone touch me this way.”

He quickly looked up, eyes wide.

“I’m ya first?”

The curt nod you gave him made him practically whimper, something about being your first made him want to drool.

“Can I.. Can I use me mouth?”

“You want to.. eat me out?”

Junkrat nodded, he was about to beg before you said yes.

“Yeah, yeah that’s fine.”

His head dove between your legs, kissing over your thighs, he even bit around which would definitely leave teeth marks.

“S’ pretty. All wet for me.”

His hands continued to wander your body, fingers digging into your flesh, he was rough but god did it feel good. The bomber explored your body, seeing what gouged the best reactions, seeing what you didn’t seem to like as much.

“Jamie, before you dive in. Come here.”

Junkrat nodded, he crawled back up to you, getting very close to your face. He had never been this close with someone he loved like you, he wanted you, he wanted to please you, make you happy.

“You’re so handsome.”

The words came so softly from your lips it made his lip tremble, did you really think so highly of him?

“You really think so?”

“I do.. I’m very proud to call you mine.”

He leaned in quickly, locking your lips, god how he loved you.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too Jamie.”

Your boyfriend scrambled back to his place between your legs, as much as he loves the soft moments if he didn’t get to taste you he would definitely start crying.

“Okay.. Go ahead, you have permission now.”

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Not a proper ending cause I haven't decided if I want to write a part two or not. Junkrat is just too silly.

#overwatch #overwatch2 #overwatch imagines #junkrat x male reader #junkrat x reader #ow junkrat #jamison fawkes #jamison fawkes x reader #junkrat #junkrat overwatch #x ftm reader #ftm reader #ftm

[berry-messy-scribbles]

Junkrat having a crush on you - headcanons

Pairing: Junkrat/Jamison Fawkes x GN!Reader

Summary: General headcanons of Jamison Fawkes aka Junkrat having a crush on reader.

Words: 1,500

Tags: SFW; gender-neutral reader; fluff

Warnings/triggers: minor curse words

A/N: "I absolutely adore Junkrat and his expanded characterization in overwatch 2, so I decided to write some headcanons for my favourite pyromaniac. I hope you will enjoy this piece as much as I enjoyed writing it!" - Mod Berry

Oh boy, you bet that there will be a lot of puns involved. You know those interactions, that they added in overwatch 2? From casual puns, they will evolve into cheesy pickup lines. Not to mention, if you show the slightest bit that you do enjoy them or lord forbid, you follow up with an even dorkier response - expect to be smothered in bad puns every time he sees you. Jamison will be more than happy to share with you his special chemistry pickup lines such as:

"Are you carbon monoxide? Cuz ya sure take my breath away!"

"Excuse me darl, but did ya lose an electron? Cuz you are positively attractive!"

"Damn I've never seen a bomb like you! And I make those every day 24/7!"

"Oh, how I wish you were like Avogadro cuz then I would already know your number!"

I imagine he tells them with a full happy grin plastered on his face followed by a wink ;)

Jamison would definitely try too hard to sweep you off your feet by bragging about his and Roadhog's heists or even about their casual shenanigans. Don't worry, Mako makes sure to add realism to those and embarrasses him from time to time, by telling exactly how they went. For example:

"Oi Roadie do you remember the time when I saved both of our asses in Numbani by MY magnificent and strategically thought out plan?"

"You mean that one time you accidentally lit your ass on fire just to confuse the guards and buy us some time to escape? Yeah, that sure was something Rat."

The big man then lets out a hearty chuckle.

*gasp* "Betrayed by my own crime partner!"

At first, it would embarrass the hell out of Jamie. He would desperately try to explain to Mako that his pride and chance at a relationship with you is at stake, but then he sees you laugh, and just like that all his worry instantly disappears. From that very moment, he would tell all the awkward details himself just so he could hear you laugh one more time.

This also includes Junkrat telling you a different story about how he lost his finger, since the first time you have ever asked him about it. You would call him out at any given chance though. However, you appreciated his effort in trying to brighten up your day even if it meant listening to the silliest of tales of Jamison's lost finger.

“Oh, this? This is a painful reminder of my tragic yet complicated past." he follows up with a very expressive pose like the drama queen he is.

"Dude you are literally missing an arm and a leg. How could the finger be the main focus?"

"Y/N I am flattered that you are so invested in my backstory but no spoilers! Even for you. Now, where was I? Ah yes! (...)"

Some of these stories included his supposed memories from the outback. Probably back when he wasn't featured on every wanted poster in Junker Queen's domain.

"I lost me finger to a bunch of fellow junkers in a truth or dare fight in a bar, and you wouldn’t believe that it was because of the truth part!” 

Other times it would be something so ridiculous that you can't help but snort at the simple prospect of that situation ever happening to Jamison.

“There was this one time when I had to wrestle a quokka for my lunch! Don't ever let them fool ya with those big ol' eyes and cutesy faces. I am tellin’ ya those things are bloodthirsty. I got my food back but the little rascal took my finger as revenge!"

"I am not blaming it though, sometimes even I wonder how I taste."

That last part earned him a well-deserved nudge, followed up by a sigh and being called a "dumbass" ( affectionate ) in response.

"Y/N you know that I am messing with you right? Or am I?"

But do not be fooled as this man is far from stupid as everyone likes to think. This man can be a menace to society and still be a genius. I had to include that in the note because I am sick and tired of people brushing it off. You have noticed that not only his craftmanship and his entire workshop reflect that statement but also his special interest, which is drumrolls please - philosophy! Specifically speaking, philosophy of mathematics. His newest interaction with Sigma shows that Jamie is aware of concepts such as Zeno's paradox. But why am I sharing this headcanon with you? That is because I am sure that if Jamison sees that you are interested in what he has to say, ( unless being ignored by like half of the other characters *cough* ) and therefore feel comfortable around you, he will be so excited to infodump you with all sorts of fun facts!

Whenever he sees you worry about his health, whether it would be because of his recklessness on the battlefield or an experiment in his workshop gone wrong Junkrat feels unusual. That is the best way to put it. Not many people care about his well-being. In fact, most of them wish something bad would happen to him or simply ignore his injuries ( I am looking at you Mercy ) so this blonde mess of a guy is used to not even notice the pain in the first place. Jamison tries harder to be more careful knowing that there is a special someone that cares about his safety. The thought of you caring about him that much fills his stomach with butterflies.

Having said that he is still the pyromaniac we know of and Jamison would most definitely use his explosives to create something entirely dedicated to you. That way he gets to demonstrate his engineering skills and show you that he is not an all talk no action kinda guy. There was this one time when he got too carried away though. He carefully prepared everything and showed you the results of his hard work but.. let’s just say... it gave you mixed signals? I mean, how could you possibly feel about bombs arranged in Y/N exploding at a rapid-fire rate just to leave nothing but ashes and flickering flames behind? Jamie was so eager to get any reaction from you but in your mind, you were so confused. Is this supposed to be a threat or a love confession? In Junkrat’s case, it could be both at the same time.

Junkrat gasping for air all proud of himself with what it seems like stars in his eyes after the explosion: “So what do you think? Am I good or what?”

Y/N standing there with wide eyes, while thinking to themself *chuckle* “I am in danger.” It would be rude to leave him with no response so you settled for “Great, it was sure something to see my initials get blown away. Truly a sight I won’t ever forget.”

“Aww Y/N you sure have a way with words.” 

Having said that if you are not the kind of person who likes grand gestures, don’t worry Jamison will understand and won’t bother you with any going forward. He might be one of the most wanted criminals but he still has class.

Speaking of another wanted criminal Jamison would so rant about you to Mako. It happens anywhere at any given moment no matter if it's fitting or not - from their daily hangouts to the dangers of their crime-filled life. I imagine that even when their lives are being threatened Jamie will still make sure to mention how gorgeous and cool you are to Roadhog because something they encountered reminded him of you.

"Oi look Roadie! That is just like the show Y/N was talking about that I need to watch. I wonder what they are up to right now. " while being tied up.

"Rat that is not the time to talk about Y/N we gotta scram."

This would also include Jamison daydreaming about you and losing his focus on the battlefield. Mako was once fed up with that behaviour and had to interfere.

"Look Jamison if you do that one more time there might not be another chance for you to see Y/N so be more careful god dammit."

The sole thought of not being able to see you again was Jamison's driving force to how he puts it "get his shit together" and focus more on his actions. Jamie cares about you a lot and not being able to see you one more time would be his worst nightmare. Your beautiful face, the way you laugh, talk about your special interests and listen to his, the way you sneeze or cup his hands when he is injured or hell even being called a dumbass by you all gone because of his carelessness? Nothing scares him more than the idea of losing you.

#overwatch x reader #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes x reader #overwatch headcanons #junkrat headcanons #jamison fawkes headcanons

[ya-zz]

okay, didn’t tell you i was coming in here so hi my love.

i did mention this idea to you a little though, i need some junkrat x reader but it’s reader introducing junkrat to their mom. (ana)

just some parental fluff please <3

thank you sweetheart :3

Hiiii, hello~

I hope this is what you were looking for

Junkrat x Reader (gen)

Word Count: 1337

You had been dating the junker for a few months, never a day went by that was the exact same as the other. He was something else entirely, definitely not someone you would’ve thought you would fall for given his looks or demeanour. Jamison was a little bit of a hot head, figuratively and literally, but you loved him all the same. 

He would do anything to make sure you were okay, he didn’t care about himself, as long as you were okay, that’s what mattered most to him. His hands were gentle when he held you, calloused fingers grazing against your cheeks, thumb on your lips when he was intimate.

Jamison would always smell burnt, even after the countless showers and baths he would share with you, but despite the smell, you had grown used to it. He was messy, but his workstation was always clean. His hands were always washed before he stroked your soft skin, oil and debris scraped from under his fingernails. 

But, there was the underlying issue; Jamison wasn’t exactly the man someone would take home to meet their partners parents. Now, your mom, Ana Amari, wasn’t judgemental, she lets you love whoever you want to love, but Jamison probably wasn’t the man she had in mind for you. 

Sooner or later, however, you’d have to let him meet her. 

It was a plan in the works. Get him washed, clean him up and begging for him to wear something presentable. It was a struggle, but he was committed to it. To you. 

…

…

“I need you to trust me.” You say to your mom. 

“Oh, sweetie, I do.” Ana starts, her hand holding yours before she reaches for her cup of tea on the coffee table. “If you love him and he treats you right, that’s all that matters. Not all junkers are a piece of crap.” 

“He’s just not… someone you’d think I’d fall for.” There was hesitation laced in your tone as you spoke. “But I love him regardless, no matter what you say or think.” 

The woman lets out a hearty chuckle. “My dear, you are worrying too much. Are you happy with him?” 

“Yes.”

“Do you feel safe with him.” 

You hesitate for a split second, hoping she doesn’t pick it up. “Yes.” 

Her eyebrow raises. “You hesitated.”

“Mom-” You sit up straight. “I feel safe with him.”

She nods her head, humming in response, though it was an uncertain hum. 

“Jamison has his moments, but that is irrelevant.” You try to reassure her. 

“Has he done anything to hurt you?” She asks. 

“No. Never.” You take a sip of your own tea. 

Ana nods her head again. “You would tell me if he does?” 

“Yes. You have my word, mom.” You smile, a genuine look that reassures her completely. 

“Alright.” She returns the smile. “Now, when do I get to meet this gentleman? I will cook for us all.” 

“How does tomorrow night sound?” You suggest.

“Tomorrow…” Ana looks through her calendar on the holopad. “Tomorrow is perfect. What does this junker like to eat?” 

…

…

You spoke to him that night, hand attempting to comb through his hair. “You’ll get to meet her tomorrow.” 

“I won’t lie to ya, I’m kinda nervous.” 

“You? Nervous?” You laugh, wiping away some dirt from under his eye. “Come on, she won’t hurt you.” 

“But she is the esteemed Ana Amari.” He leans into your touch. “And your mum too.” 

You laugh softly. “Regardless of her status, she’s looking forward to meeting you. She’s making your favourite food too.”

You saw the way his eyes lit up when you mentioned what Ana was cooking for him, it makes your heart flutter, the anxiety you were feeling dying down instantaneously. 

“Don’t worry so much. You’ll be fine. We have all day to make you look presentable.”

Jamison’s cheeks rise in heat as your thumb grazes over it. You plant a soft kiss into his lips as his hands pull you flush against his body. 

“One last night of fun before you completely ruin my good looks?” Jamison whispers against your lips, a smirk forming on his own. 

You let him push you down, lips crashing together. “You bet.” You gasp between breaths.

…

…

The day finally came, Jamison was washed and dressed, hair slicked back and the dead, burnt ends were cut. He looked… more or less presentable, at least more than before. 

“Are ya sure I look okay?” The junker asks, looking over himself once more in the mirror. He was wearing casual clothing, shirt and jeans, nothing too fancy or over complicated.

You pull the sweater over your head, smoothing the fabric over your torso. “You look perfect, love.” Approaching him, you wrap your arms around him, planting a kiss to his cheek. “Come on, we don’t want to keep her waiting.” 

The drive over there was tense, you could tell he was nervous. The way his leg bounced, the anxiety rising within him, you had never seen him like this. You place a hand on his thigh, thumb rubbing gently against the cloth. 

“You’ll be fine.” 

“I sure don’t feel fine.” He admits sheepishly. His eyes are vacant as he looks out of the window, watching the passing scenery. Jamison looked pale, body shaking slightly. 

It was hurting you, but the drive was almost over, you were nearly there. 

Once the car pulled up to the driveway, you take a moment to breathe, the nervousness rising within you. 

“Come on.” You say, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Think of the food.” 

His eyes softened as he nods. “I am pretty hungry.” A toothy grin and laugh escapes him as you laugh alongside the junker. 

Ana appears at the door the moment the pair of you stand on the porch, arms open and awaiting for you to hug her. You waste no time in doing so, feeling her warmth envelope you. 

“It’s good to see you.” She speaks, the familiar warmth in her voice. 

“You say that like you didn’t just see me yesterday.” You joke as you pull back. “Mom, this is Jamison.” You turn, opening your hand and gesturing over to your partner. 

The junker ruffles his hair before scratching the back of his neck. “G'day.”

“Please, come on in.” Ana gestures for the two of you to enter the house. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

You escort the junker to the sofa where Ana brings over some tea and a special drink for your partner. You nudge him. 

“Cheers!” His demeanour completely changes when he holds the cup of boba. The childishness that radiates from him makes you smile. 

“Figured it would make you feel at ease.” You admit, knowing that it was his favourite drink. 

Ana sits down on the sofa opposite the pair of you. “Your partner has spoken highly of you, Jamison. I’m glad to hear you’re treating them well.” 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, of course!” He looks over at you with a toothy grin on his face. “They mean the world to me. Wouldn’t change ‘em for anythin’.” 

“Stop.” Your cheeks flush. 

Ana lets out a soft chuckle, eyes creasing at the corners. She sees his genuine smile, the honesty in his voice as he speaks. As she sips her tea, she listens to the stories he tells her, the mischievous adventures he went on with you. Jamison was excited, the anxious nature finally dying down as he finally feels like he’s home. He has another parental figure in his life, one who he believes would help him when he needed it. 

“You really are happy.” Ana states, eventually standing from the sofa after an hour. She sees you nod, the same creases in the corner of your eyes. 

Jamison watches as Ana walks towards the kitchen. The next question she asks makes the junker giddy, his body warm with excitement and a sparkle in the otherwise crazed eyes.

“Now, who’s hungry from some Junkertown loaded burgers?”

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[chardbones]

Headcanons on going to the beach with Junkrat

AN: I haven't written in awhile so I decided for some short headcanons for my boy Junkrat. I might add more in the future

Warning: only a tiny mention of nsfw but it's really small

- The two of you rarely go to the beach and when you do it's always as far away from people as possible

- You both like your privacy because one, Jamieson is kinda of a wanted criminal (along with you) and two, the both of you can enjoy being yourselves without others staring and judging

- Junkrat having absolutely no clue how to swim and you teaching him

- Igniting bombs under the sand to make a giant whole instead of digging

- Jamison running around the whole beach and bringing you the most beautiful seashells

- You giving him a kiss every time he comes back with more

- Him resting his head on your stomach as you both lay underneath a beach umbrella

- Him trying to chase you in the water but you are way more experienced in swimming so you without difficulty swim away

- You diving down and swimming behind him to scare Jamison out

- Definitely making at least one sandcastle where you put little dried wood pieces all over the place and light it up making it look like the place is on fire

- If you two spot anyone in the distance, you both make sure to be extra loud and more graphic about how you're going to commit certain crimes

- That has always worked like a charm. No matter what person or people sped walked away and you guys never saw them again

- Having a waterproof arm and leg custom made for Jamieson so he has an easier time swimming and moving in the water

- Diving down and picking up random things for the sea bed and Junkrat being completely amazing at how deep and long you can go/stay underwater

- Helping Junkrat put suncream on his back and after he's covered fully you give him a few pecks on the lips

- The both of you making out your towel as the sun is going down which leads to a bit of more spicy touching but nothing too much

- The rest is left for when they got back to their home

- Blowing up the sand castle with a stick of dynamite while laughing like crazy together

- Making a giant bonfire in the evening and roasting some meat on it for supper

- Definitely another makeout sesh next to the fire

- Mako picking you guys up after you decided to go back home

- Having a joined bath to wash away all the salt water

#overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 #Junkrat #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes #jamison fawkes x reader #fanfic #headcanons #beachrat #summer fanfic #summer #beach #beach fic #summer fic

[tonberry-yoda]

Was wondering, could I get headcanons for Junkerqueen, Junkrat, Ramattra, and Moira with a short s/o that likes to ask for piggy back rides ? 'ppreciate it :)

Junkerqueen, Junkrat, Ramattra, and Moira with an s/o that loves piggyback rides

notes - anon, this idea is so gosh darn cute omfg like i love it so much!!! i hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed getting the ask! have a super day and I hope you enjoy! <33

Junkerqueen

you don't even have to convince her

girl will just give you piggyback rides randomly LMFAO

like fr

she's so strong and big so she gives the best piggyback rides

will literally forget she is carrying you and just be shopping or something with you just stuck to her back lol

and if you do ask, the answer is always immediately yes

she carries you around so cutely and we love her for that

Junkrat

YES YES YES

this man LOVES giving you piggyback rides

though be warned, he will toss you around LMFAO

he gets too enthusiastic, starts running around with you on his back, and almost always drops you

sometimes he will actually drop you too

in that case, he will apologize profusely and press kisses all over your face, making sure that you're okay before he does it all over again lol

Ramattra

this man will take a bit more convincing

he always thinks the idea is stupid, but when you finally convinced him to give you one and he heard you laughing and having such a good time, he couldn't help but give you occasional piggyback rides whenever you asked

in private, of course, he would never let anyone know that he has ever given you a piggyback ride

one of the best times you ask for a piggyback ride is when you two go for your usual walk and always find yourself in a field

he carried you through said field and then you two lay in the field and watch the sunset turn into stars

Moira

this woman is going to take A LOT OF CONVINCING

you see that face she's making in the gif

yeah that's her whenever you ask

she ALWAYS tells you no

ALWAYS

like it takes you years before she actually gives you one and then she'll probably never do it again im ngl

the one time she did though was at an overwatch party

she wore a stunning tight fit dress that night and after a couple of drinks, she decided to take you in the backyard and give you a short piggyback ride until the two of you couldn't breath you were laughing so hard

you both cherish that memory, but you don't know that she does <3

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[gone-daddy-gone]

rough draft ~

full uncensored pic to be posted to my patreon ❤️❤️❤️

what should he be saying to you in this pic? gimme some ideas! 🤗

#junkrat #overwatch #junkrat ow #junkrat x reader #overwatch x reader #jamison fawkes #jamison fawkes x reader #yandere #overwatch yandere #yandere overwatch #yandere x reader #overwatch imagines #overwatch fanart #overwatch fanfiction #yandere junkrat #yandere jamison fawkes

[thisfanisgonesorry]

I'd love to request some Junkrat dreaming about his parents, especially his Mum

And how proud they are of him

Give me the feels!

started writing this fic the second u sent it (sorry tf2 fans) cos ive been brainrotting on my sweet boy augh anyway, made this junkrat/you fic just so i could work it into my sleepy time fics and also cos .. youll see

tags: fluff, light angst, sleepy time fic number 3, comfort,, heavily based off shit i grew up w as a kid in australia, paranormal ghost shii, genderneutral reader, open interpretation,, weird pov thing oops

heavily inspired by these 3 clips just in case ur interested :-) (spoiler warnings obv)

[game of tones] [bobs burgers] [tf2 comic #5, old wounds]

<3<3<3

He woke up in his childhood home, he furrowed his eyes at the surroundings and sat up, confused at how he fell asleep on the couch, and the TV buzzed from the heat. The kids channel was inactive as it tended to be late at night. He was remembering things that he hadn’t seen in years. He sat up and went to wobble his way around the building before both feet landed on the carpet.

He paused, noticing both legs in tact, then realising his arm was too. “It’s a dream.” He said plainly, realising what was happening. He began to make his way towards the kitchen, the bright light seeping down the hallway and into the dark lounge room.

“Jamison!” The tall blonde woman called out to him.

“...Ma?” He looked at her confused and she handed him a plate full of meat and vegetables.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up, tea was about to go cold.” She smiled warmly at him, all he could really do was smile weakly back. “Something the matter?”

“Uh.. Nah, nah.” He hesitated.

He’d dreamed of his mother before but not quite to this much extent. Not this much detail, it was uncanny how real it felt. 

“Dinner looks good.”

She placed her plate of food on the bench and put a hand on his face. “You look so grown up.” She frowned at him slightly.

“What?” He was taken back and put his plate on the bench too.

“How long has it been?”

He froze for a minute. “Close to fifteen years.” She kept rubbing her thumb over his cheek before he pulled her hand away.

“That’s a long time.” She laughed softly. “What’s happened?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and shrugged casually. “Not much.. Lost my leg.. Lost my arm.. Survived the Omnic Crisis.”

She grabbed his now in-tact amputated arm and ran her hands over his forearm. “That must’ve been hard.”

“It was.” 

He was a little uneasy about how she somehow knew which arm was gone. They just stood there in silence for a long period of time.

“Is this real?” Jamie laughed awkwardly. “It’s just a dream, right?”

She looked up at him and a moment’s silence passed over them and a sense of knowing filled the air. 

“I’ve missed you.” She said softly.

“I’ve missed you too but how.. How are you..?”

“I bet you’ve done great things since I’ve been gone.”

He pressed his lip into a fine line at her changing the topic but then frowned at the knowledge that she would not be proud of her son if she knew of all the awful things he’s done.

“I don’t know about that..”

“What have you been up to?” She responded casually, as if making small talk with a friend you see once a month.

“I’m a criminal now.” He shrugged with a nervous laugh. “I make a lot of money and.. It makes me happy, I’ve met a lot of good people through it. I’ve travelled the world.” He rambled a little, almost like he was trying to sell a product.

“If it makes you happy, then I’m proud of you.” She sounded faintly disappointed yet still felt genuinely proud of him for finding what makes him happy and finding people that he loved.

“You’re not.. Upset?”

“I think I can understand why things happened the way they did.” She placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “You’ll always be my baby, no matter what. I don’t think it makes you a bad person for trying to survive.”

There’s another long gap of silence, both not sure what to say next.

“Tell me about your friends.”

“Ah, my friends?” He hesitated. “Where do I even start?”

“Tell me about the big one.” She smiled.

“Roadhog? His names Mako but he don’t like when we call him that. He’s my best friend, he’s basically like a brother. He’s been there for almost everything, thick and thin, y'know? He's the only person who I can really count on.”

“And the other one?”

“Y/n.. They’re.. Well. I'm lucky to have ‘em, I think you'd love ‘em too. Y’know, in a strange way, they remind me a lot of you. They’re both really important to me and I’m grateful to have them.”

Silence lingers in the air once again, an awkward stillness of uncertainty. What do you even say in this situation? What could you possibly talk about?”

“So.. There’s an afterlife?” She stayed silent. “Why’d it take you so long to visit? Why are you suddenly visiting me now?”

“I think you know why.” A lot of ideas raced through his head, so many possibilities on why. She spoke plainly with a slight sentiment of sadness at the end of her words. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

She wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled him into a tight embrace. He hesitated but hugged her back, savouring the moment.

“I think it’s time for you to wake up.” She said softly.

“I don’t want to yet.” He said as she pulled out of the hug and kissed his forehead.

He jumped awake with a loud gasp. I was leaning over him with my hand resting on his shoulder. “Jamie? Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’re crying.”

He wiped his face in a hurry with his hand and attempted to with his bicep. 

“I’m fine just.. Realising some stuff.” He smiled up at me warmly though it was clear something happened to upset him.

“You can talk to me, you know?”

“I know.” He continued to smile. I handed him a water bottle and smiled back at him. “I’ll tell you about it later. Just gotta think on it.”

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[unactivewaspsfics]

hey can i request ow headcannons of a s/o who does drag? (with soldier, lucio, cassidy, baptiste and junkrat) gn pls! thanks in advance :3

Soldier, Lúcio, Cassidy, Baptiste, and Junkrat x Drag Queen S/O Headcanons

A/N: TYSM FOR THE REQUEST OMG! I am a fan of watching people do drag on occasion but I hope I did my best writing this for you!! I did their opinions on you doing drag and their reactions to seeing you in drag for the first time since you didn't really specify anything in particular!!!! :D Have a fun time reading anon, Ily <;33

Genre: Relationship Headcanon

CW: Flirting, Cursing, Pre-relationship status Word Count: 1,545

Soldier 76

Soldier 76 respects your determination for the part of being a Drag Queen. I mean, you have to buy so much makeup, clothes, wigs if you want, and glitter.

He can't even figure out how to do makeup, even though you have tried to teach him before. He has figured out how to walk in your small heels, which he joked, "This is a step up to becoming a drag queen, huh?"

He never really sees you in drag, his first time after you two started dating was crazy. You packed your bags since you and some of your Drag Queens were going to go to the mall and he came out of the room groggily in surprise.

He knew you did drag, that was one of your first conversations you two had before dating, but he never expected to see you in your outfits this early on!

"Oh, Good Morning Jack!" you said in a cheery tone, turning around to see him furrowed eyebrows. "Your so.. shiny." he said, clearing his throat. "Yeah, it comes with the part dear" you replied, walking over to kiss him on his forehead. "How the hell did you get all of that on you.. how can you even breathe or walk?" he kept questioning on. "You look like a totally different fucking person!"

You laughed, telling him you made him coffee already and that you'll be home soon. You hugged him as he fell into your hug slightly, getting a face full of clothes. "I have so many damn questions when you get back

Lúcio

Lúcio is such a fan of you doing drag and he loves the fact you use his music for your shows. He loves doing makeup with you since before he does to a music concert, he puts on concealer, green eye makeup, and even fake freckles on some parts of his face. He even puts glitter on his facial hair sometimes which you help him with.

He has even been to one of your shows and has been the biggest support/cheerleader since you two started to be friends all through your relationship.

The first time he saw you in drag was during one of the music concerts, you dressed in all green and glow sticks and gave out frog lollipops to people who passed. This was before you two started dating, your first interaction.

You were a huge fan of his music so obviously, you would come! You even bought a backstage pass to actually meet him! After his main opening and playing DJ, he decided to let the music play with one of his helpers to do a backstage meet-and-greet.

You walked up in line, being the first one. When he was walking to the area and saw you, he blushed slightly.

"Hey Hey!" He said while sliding up to look at you and your outfit. "Whoa... You look fantastic!" he laughed excitedly. You smiled even more. "I love your music!! I am so glad you like my outfit- I tried my best to make it look like- you!" you replied, placing the CD down. "Maybe you should be my outfit manager...see you around tho, Drag Lúcio!" he offered, signing your CD with his signature... and his number.

Cassidy

Cole Cassidy has never really understood why people drag, but he is amazed at how people put on a persona and wear all those heels and clothes. Like seriously, he could never wrap his head around how people in drag put on such a daring personality and a bold look for hours on end!

Although he doesn't fully understand why you do drag, he is supportive nonetheless. He even lets you do his makeup on rare occasions, mainly when he is drunk. One time he woke up with a face of makeup and his nails done (LMAO).

He does sometimes try to wear your heels. "It can't be that hard, I mean, I wear these boots all day and they got heels to em'!" Once he got up and tried to walk he instantly fell, and oh, you laughed your butt off while helping him up.

The first time he saw you in drag was when he came home from a bar. He had gotten drunk and you had just finished testing a drag outfit you were going to wear later in the week; you never expected him to get home this early. You were walking around the house when he saw you, and god was he stuck standing there like an idiot.

"You are home so early, what happened?" you asked concerningly, normally he would be out all night till early in the morning. "Why did ya' get all dolled up for me?" he drunkenly asked with a deep laugh, smiling oh so happily. "You look fab-u-lous babe!" he added, opening his arms up for a hug.

You were flattered by his drunken compliment. You asked if he was drunk, and he replied yes with a groan. "But just because I'm dr-runk means nothin' darlin'! I can stay up all night while you get all dolled up" he replied, with a huge grin. You laid him down on the couch, telling him you would be back without the outfit on; when you got back in more suitable clothes he was passed out. I mean hey, at least you know he doesn't mind you doing drag!

Baptiste

Baptiste has always been the kind of man to love and appreciate everything in life. When he found out you did drag he was so happy to know one of your lifestyles. He loves hearing you talk about what kind things you do when in drag, the persona you put on, the stories you have to tell.

He is just really happy about your hobbies, and this one he has asked to join in. He happily did a mini-fashion show with the two of you and your drag costumes you had. Obviously he was just playing and enjoying the moment with you. During the start of the fashion show he finally saw you in drag, after days of asking to see photos of you.

The two of you had set up a fake run way going from the dining room into the living room, a red cloth being the run way set. "I am so excited! Go first!!" he rushed you into the bedroom to change.

You laughed, excited to see his reaction to you in a quick drag outfit. Baptiste, on the other hand, had set up a camera to record you so he could watch the moment whenever he wanted to.

After many minuets, you gave him a warning with a "Coming down the runway, your favorite partner of all time..", finishing it right as you got in line of sight as Baptiste. He stood up, overreaction with gasps and laughs and moving his arms around you in shock.

"That looks fantastic! How did you do this in such little time?" he asked quickly, a jump in his step as you explained how this is just something you did quickly, and how you could do better with more amount of time. After millions of questions from him, he begged you to do his makeup like a drag queen and you two could do a mini photo shop.

Junkrat

Junkrat wasn't really educated with many kinds of hobbies, drag included. Honestly, he had seen you in drag millions of times and wasn't really phased by it, but he loved seeing the sparkles and colors on your already handsome face. He asked you questions like "Are ya sureee that's comfortable? In this weather? Is it bomb proof? Why do you always go out in that dress?" You find the questions cute, and glad he seemed quite interested in it.

He had once been to one of your drag events, a kids reading event. He sat right near the front, watching you read with a huge smile on his face. Even in drag or not, you were so handsome and he loved that.

The first time he saw you in drag was a week after you two started dating. He had just got out of the shower (crazy i know) and you were seeing what outfit matched best with the makeup you were wearing in the living room. When he came out into the living room you were going to ask him what worked best, but then...

"Hey dearie, you ran out of soa- OH MY GOSH!" his eyes lit up at the outfits you had laid out. "ARE THESE YOURS? ARE YOU GOING TO WEAR THEM??" he asked excitedly while you explained what you were doing.

"I'm assuming you don't know but- I am a Drag queen and we wear all these clothes and makeup and stuff and just have fun! we sing-" he cut you off, saying he should also be a drag queen since he is an 'amazing' singer/song writer/musician/ actor/fashionista. He was over-exaggerating, but it made you start to cackle.

You promised Junkrat that when you got back that you would help him do drag. He laughed, jumping around. "Caannn my drag queen person have bombs on them? and gold? and fire?" he asked while you sighed with a smile on your face. What have you created?

A/N: Anon, and everyone else, I am so sorry i haven't uploaded in so long! I've been busy with school and kinda forgot i have a Tumblr but I will slowly post more and more. Also sorry if anyone here seems Out of Character. ILY MWAHH

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[ikarisenpai]

Ghost Pains (Junkrat x f!reader)

Hey! How's it going? Me, I'm doing pretty alright! Decided to write a little bit and ended up with this beauty right here! I know this is my first Overwatch x Reader but I just wanted to give it a go and if you all like it, maybe write some more? I don't know... I'm pretty rusty so apology ahead of time if this is bad XD Its nearly 11am in the morning and I have yet to go to sleep, but here we are! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! I am taking requests so fill free to send me all your guys ideas, if not enjoy and have a wonderful night/day! Peace! ~IkariSenpai

____________ Summary: Junkrat is having ghost pains and doesn't want to take his medication... Warnings: slight mention of sexual tension but its not fully in detail. Words: 1420 ____________

The ghost pains were back. 

Junkrat had been laying in bed for what felt like hours and honestly he wished it was hours than minutes. His arm and leg were withering in pain as he forgot to take his meds and place his ointment on before he took his afternoon nap. The poor Australian man crying as Roadhog asked if he should go get y/n and see if they could help with the pain. They, y/n, were technically the ones watching over Junkrat when he had moments like these, but of course Jamison said no and began crying even more in pain. It was like he wanted to feel the pain and not have to tell y/n all about how much he had fucked up and that he was sorry for not listening to her before he had laid down. His body was covered in sweat as he just wanted it all to pass so he could go on with his day.

“It will pass… it always has… I don’t need her here… promise.” Junkrat said as he was more talking to himself then he was to Roadhog who was sitting down next to him holding out what looked like a white cream container and a pill bottle.

“Will you do it yourself then?” Roadhog asked shaking the bottle and pushing the ointment towards him.

Junkrat shook his head, “I don’t need that icky stuff. Y/n only did it because she said it would make the pain go away. I don’t need it. I can handle it.” He said as he was trying to be the bigger man and not worry about the pain coursing through his arm and leg. He was an inventor and had dealt with many things that were worse than this. Hell, he even had bombs for crying out loud blow up in his face! He didn’t need no stinking ointment and pills to make this all go away! He was Jamison Fawkes. He didn’t need it at all!

“Come on Jamie… you know you need it.. Stop fighting with me.” Roadhog said as he was about to call y/n and see if she could deal with him. She always knew how to set the man straight. 

“I don’t need it! Now let’s go blow some stuff up!” Junkrat said as he tried his best to get out of bed. The young man swung his leg over the edge of the bed and made what he thought was a smart move, but ended up whimpering as he nearly fell out of bed because he moved too fast.

“Now you’ve done it.” Roadhog said as he sighed looking down at the man who was ass up on the floor. He picked him up delicately and placed him back on the bed. He handed Junkrat the pill and ointment hoping now that he knew he couldn’t go anywhere until he took it.

“I. Told. You. I. Don’t. Need. It.” Junkrat said through gritted teeth. He hated taking medication and hated that he had too because of his arm and leg, but with how much pain he was in he may have to cave and that honestly hurted Junkrat’s pride.

“Hey! I’m not staying long as I am going out with Tracer. I hope you two stay out of trouble!” y/n said as she poked her head into Junkrat’s room to tell the two she was just grabbing something and then leaving. Her body freezing in the doorway as she arched a brow, “Is everything alright in here?”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Both of the boys were giving mixed signals as y/n walked in and sat down on the bed looking over at her boyfriend, who was still in pain.

“Jamie, what’s wrong? Are you alright? Are you taking your medication like Ana said?” y/n asked as she looked at both his leg and arm and saw that it was red and burning. Almost as if she, herself, could feel his pain.

“Yes! I just took it before my nap and I feel all better.” Junkrat said as he looked over at Roadhog who was shaking his head.

“You aren’t lying to me, are you?” y/n asked as she arched a brow. She slowly pressed down on his leg as if to test the waters and as soon as she touched it Jamison cried in pain.

“Alright! Alright! I’m throwing a fit cause I don’t want to take it! It tastes funny and makes me feel sleepy when taking the pill! Please don’t make me take the pill!” Junkrat whined as Roadhog sighed, shaking his head more. 

“But Jamie, it helps you feel better. No more ghost pains.. Why can’t you just take it and be a good lad for me?” y/n said as she pouted her outer lip trying to get Junkrat to budge.

“Because I’m not a ‘good lad’. I’m bad, bad to the bone and there ain’t nothing you can do to stop me.” Junkrat said as y/n touched his shoulder making him whine once more, “FINE! You win! Just… stop touching me! It hurts!” 

Y/n smiled, “Thank you baby. Here let me help you.” and you started rubbing the ointment on his arm/shoulder hoping to help cool down the burning feeling he was having and to hopefully stop the pain.

“W-will you get my leg too?” Junkrat asked as he was a bit shy with this one. His cheeks glowed a bright pink as y/n looked up and smiled.

“Sure, just let me know when everything starts feeling better. I do want to hang out with Tracer, but I would much rather make sure my loving boyfriend is all goods before I head out.” y/n smiles brightly as Junkrat was one lucky dude for getting y/n to be his girlfriend.

“Thanks.” Junkrat replied as he laid on his back staring up at the ceiling. He felt y/n put the ointment on his leg and winced as it did sting a little, but it also brought pleasure as her hand slowly moved up his thigh and back down making sure that most of his leg was covered. His lower lip was trapped under his teeth as he was trying to ignore the hand that was touching him, but his other head decided to take matters in his own hands and popped up making Roadhog blush and leave while y/n chuckled and smiled.

“Seems to me your mind is in the gutter…” y/n remarked as she finished with the ointment and smiled at him trying to avoid his semi member cock in shorts. 

“S-sorry… your touch just felt nice and I guess I got carried away. Sorry.” Junkrat blushed as he silently cursed to himself, “You all done?” 

Y/n nodded her head, “Yeah, I’m all done.” She replied as she blushed now looking away.

“Sweet as, thanks a million, y/n.” Junkrat said as he stayed put in bed hoping y/n would leave. They hadn’t gone far into their relationship, but they were close enough that these moments happened all the time, y/n was just not ready yet and Junkrat respected her for that.

“Alright, well, I’ll be home around midnight. Don’t stay up for me, okay? You need your rest.” y/n said as Junkrat nodded his head. 

“Don’t have too much fun.” Junkrat retorted, smiling from ear to ear. He watched his girlfriend get up and head towards the door making her slow walk a tease. Her hips swaying as Junkrat called out to her making her pause and turn, “I-I love you…” the words echoed in the room as y/n stood there. Her heart raced in her chest as she couldn’t believe that he had said the 3 words she had been desperate to say since they started dating. 

“I-” y/n began as Junkrat blushed even more.

“If it's too soon! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to move too fast! I-” y/n walked back to him and leaned down kissing him. Her hand tangled in his blonde singed hair as they battled for dominance. Teeth clashing as one bit the other’s lip making the other moan. They went on what felt like forever, but alas, y/n pulled away as she smiled brightly at the man no longer in pain. 

“I love you too, Jamison, I love you too.” and headed out the door to go meet up with Tracer.

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[multifandomthoughts]

Hurtling towards you off the power of a bomb, comes Junkrat. You don’t see or hear him until it’s too late. Sprawled out on the ground from the impact, you sigh.

Junkrat looks at you with a grin before cackling. “How do you like that? Pretty scary wasn’t it? I’m the one and only daredevil around here, nobody else could possibly be as numb to it as me!” As soon as the words left his mouth, another ripe cackle erupted from his maw.

You put your head in your hands, the impact of the blast suddenly hitting you, pain blossoming inside your body. “I didn’t find that scary one bit. Just really painful.”

His laughter dies down and he stares at you with a raised eyebrow. “What’dya mean? That was a total scary surprise!” You shrug and rub the sore spots. “It hurt and I didn’t see you coming, but I’m used to this so I’m not scared.” He gives a grimace and thinks to himself. “I’m going to get them sooner or later, if it’s the last thing I do.

Days go by, and finally it’s October. The best month for pranks besides April. The only month where you can effectively scare the pants off of something and there’s nothing the other person can do about it.

Junkrat has been plotting for the past few days, preparing the perfect prank to scare the pants off of you, and he’s finally. Approaching you nonchalantly, you know something is up. “Hey, (Y/N) are you doing anything tomorrow night? I’ve got some friends who are putting a party together, and I thought you might wanna come with me.”

His offer is friendly enough, but friendly isn’t usually his thing so you feel something has to be amiss. You shrug and accept his request. Maybe he hasn’t had the chance to host one before, and he’s excited. You spend the rest of that day and most of the next not giving the party much further thought, and soon the time comes for him to pick you up and bring you there.

Immediately it feels off, as he’s really fidgety and keeps looking over at you as if wanting to see if you’ve figured out some secret he’s keeping. He tries to make conversation about your day, but he doesn’t seem focused on your answers. When you finally arrive he tells you he’ll meet you inside, which feels a bit rude but he’s never been one for chivalry and manners.

You walk down the dimly lit hallway to where the party is, a little on edge. Everything seems a little off and at this point anything could scare you. Maybe this was all a ploy to kidnap and torture you? You don’t know what he’s got planned. Passing through the double doors at the end of the hallway, you find yourself in a large open room filled with decorations and props. As soon as the doors close half a dozen people in scary costumes pop out from behind the props and yell to try and scare you.

You scream, already being on edge. Your gut feeling had been correct, it was a trap. People continue to come out of nowhere in scary costumes in masks until a familiar figure appears. Once you recognize Junkrat’s distinct frame, you huff at him in annoyance. “Really? Have you been planning this whole thing just because you couldn’t scare me that one time?” He just gives a nonchalant shrug and a cheeky grin. “It’s Halloween, everyone is entitled to a good scare.”

With this, the scary monsters remove their masks. It’s your friends. Junkrat must have put them up to it. “Now the real party can begin!” Junkrat exclaims, grabbing your hand. He leads you to a room filled with drinks, candy and snacks. You sigh with relief, knowing that it’s just going to be a normal party.

“What, you didn’t think it was going to be like that all night?” You shake your head. He got you good.

#overwatch imagines #overwatch #overwatch x reader #junkrat #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes #jamison fawkes x reader

[m-musings]

Headcanons: Junkrat/Jamison Fawkes as Your Boyfriend

A/N: MY FAVORITE FERAL GARBAGE MAN! He deserves even more love on here so here I am to solve that problem for everyone!

Word Count:484

Warnings: a teensy bit of ooc and angst but nothing else besides that.

Two words.... Total. Mayhem.

It's not all mayhem, actually. Most of the time you would spend with him would be relatively peaceful and fun.

You probably meet Jamison at some point during his and Roadhog's crime spree, and one way or another, the two of you became friends and later on, something more.

Once you guys begin dating, he is the epitome of a golden retriever boyfriend.

He's always so happy to see you and will run over to you just to lift you into his arms and spin you around with a joyful laugh.

Junkrat's love language is definitely physical touch, so expect a lot of him slinging an arm around your shoulder while you two walk together or him draping himself across you when you're sitting on the couch.

And while his kisses are a little sooty after a long day of doing thievery and demolition, they're always packed full of love!

He doesn't really know how to flirt but when he really tries, it's very very endearing!

If anything mechanical gets broken around your house, Junkrat will try to fix it for you in his! He will proudly show you the finished result just before it spontaneously explodes and he has to fix it all over again.

But he'd have it blow up in his face a million times just to see the tiny, amused smile that appears on your face when you see the ends of his hair smoldering a bit.

Sometimes, he does get a little sad that no one in Overwatch seems to like him, but just give him a lil cuddle and a kiss on the forehead to reassure him and he'll cheer right back up.

On days where the feelings just keep lingering, he'll silently pull you to his bedroom (or bunk if you are at any OW outposts) to lay down in the quiet with you for a bit, occasionally tracing soft patterns against your arm.

Deep down, he knows he can be a little over the top so if he feels like he's overwhelming you in anyway, he'll gladly go somewhere else to cause some chaos with Roadhog in a place where he won't disturb you.

And if he happens to get hurt during these outings, Jamison will trudge his way back to you with a sheepish grin on his face while he asks for some help getting patched up.

You always agree, of course, making sure to take careful care with cleaning up the areas around his prosthetics. He appreciates that you're so gentle with him when he's a bit down on his luck.

All things considered, Junkrat will be Junkrat. He's a bit kooky and noisy at times, but that's what makes him himself and makes him the man that you love. And he very much so loves you in return.

And neither one of you would have it any other way :)

#junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes x reader #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch imagines #headcanon

[colemorrison]

❤︎ Happy Valentines day ❤︎

Junkrat was quiet as he snuck around your shared room, he was trying to get proper clothes on to go out and get you gifts, Lúcio had helped him plan everything. Yet the bomber had slept in and now he had to practically run to the stores and make it back before you woke up.

His metal arm grabbed onto the wall to catch himself from falling but the noise made his head quickly wip around to see it he had woken you but luckily you hadn’t even moved. Once Jamison had gotten dressed he raced out of the house hoping to make it to the flower shop faster than he knew it would take him.

“I placed em… an order yesterday..”

He felt awkward.. Why? This was a gift you said you wanted and he wanted to give you so why was he nervous..

“Here you are sir, I hope she enjoys them.”

The nervousness was immediately gone when he saw the flowers, they were so pretty, they looked exactly like you. Dark, soft and pretty, he touched a petal of one of the flowers and smiled.

“He’s goin’ to love em!”

The cashier smiled, and waved as the bomber left, never had she seen someone so in love before. Junkrat hurried home, fixing his hair and clothes then sat on the bed waiting until you awoke.

“You shouldn’t stare at people when they’re sleeping.”

“I well… I got you somethin’ and I want ya to like it.”

He watched you shift to stare at him eyes widening as the bouquet of flowers came into view, at first Jamison frowned because tears pooled into your eyes.

“You got me flowers?”

“Happy Valentines day!”

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I LOVE HIM SO MUCH LET ME MARRY HIM. I know it isn’t valentines but I want him to be my valentine.

#overwatch #overwatch2 #overwatch imagines #jamison fawkes #junkrat #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes x reader #overwatch x male reader #male reader #junkrat x male reader #valentines day

[ghsotlv]

REQUESTS please

ive finished my requests, please send more im bored ill list what i write for

-All tf2 mercs

-Roadhog, junkrat, zenyatta, sigma, moira, lucio etc. Many other just ask

-Secco, zero (Zerocalcare)

-The Eltingville club

-Dethklok/Metalocalypse (mostly murderface, nathan, and pickles but ill do anyone)

EDIT: FORRR people js finding this post, i am a new writer so i will be writing these in headcanon form?? idk what to call it, thanks for understanding.

#the eltingville club #welcome to eltingville #pete dinunzio #tear along the dotted line #overwatch headcanons #overwatch x reader #roadhog headcanon #roadhog x reader #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes x reader #zenyatta #zenyatta x reader #moira x reader #lucio correia dos santos x reader #dethklok x reader #skwisgaar x reader #pickles the drummer x reader #nathan explosion x reader #toki x reader #murderface x reader #bill dickey x reader #tf2 headcanons #tf2 x reader #tf2 x male reader

[suspiciousjello]

Junkenstein’s most prized possession isn’t a creation…

A/N: Greetings lovelies! I wrote this SEVERAL years ago and for whatever reason just felt like finally "publishing" it. I hope that this will be an interesting read, despite my pathetic grasp on proper grammar and punctuation. It does have more chapters so if it's well received, I can post what I have of this self indulgent story. Also I should mention that this is most definitely my interpretation of Junkrat from highschool (I had a massive crush on him) so please be kind.

Tw: mentioned blood from injury, anxiety, mentioned thunder

Chapter 0: An unusual source of aide…

Angry grey clouds loomed above, blanketing the sky in warning of the imminent. Having been running for what felt like hours, your lungs burned as though they had inhaled layers of nicotine coated smoke. Breath heavy, and chest heaving in an attempt to regain stability, your eyes trail around the surrounding woods,darkness inhibiting most of it. As the first tear drops of rain fell cold against your cheek, a bellowing clap of thunder ripped through the sky. A terrified scream elicited from your chapped lips, in response to the angry cries of the heavens and your eyes search more frantically for cover. With the brief flash of light from above, an old tree revealed its gaping hole calling for you to take refuge inside, away from the storm.

Steps all too eager, the searing pain of large thorns taking purchase in the soft flesh of your right calf pulls another wail from your body and you lug your now seemingly two ton weight, into the safety of the hole in the rugged tree. Pulling your legs in toward your chest, the warm blood of your fresh wound trickling down your icy skin. Tears fell down your cheeks due not only to the new found pain in your leg, but also over the fear of storms you had accrued as a child and sadly the claws of that fear never loosened their grip, even now in your adult years… *Stomp, ka-thunk! Stomp, Ka-thunk!* the sound of presumably footsteps, coupled with clanking metal pried you from your thoughts and you swore you could hear a faint voice in the distance likely belonging to the person trampling around in the dark, steps disrupting the water laden soil. Nothing they said was comprehensible but seeing as you didn’t know the identity of said person, you opted to pretend you weren’t in your hiding spot, in hopes you would remain unfound.

Hurried thoughts becoming blurred as the temperature of your form seemed to spike in spite of the frigid rain still pounding down against the softened soil in rage. Your attempts to see anything in the surrounding area futile as the bleary film of a fever muddied your senses. A blue glow barely registering coupled with the sound of the footsteps from mere moments ago becoming more and more prominent. Praying to God that you wouldn’t die, as you tried to huddle into a tighter form. The remains of your energy, distracted you from the fact that the footsteps had stopped. Vision impaired by your arms serving to cover your face, and pillow your heavy head, meant that the blue glow now impressively bright above you, was unnoticed. Heavy breathing from above you and the screeching of metal protesting against the weight of whatever it supported as said figure bent, squatting down to observe your weakened body. “Hoggy, oi think we gots a live one…poor possum looks worn out” a strangely distorted voice commented in regards to you. The companion of the voice merely grunting, and offered no other response. “ Take our finds, and ‘ead back to tha’ lab. Oim gonna try ta git possum ‘ere to tha ‘ouse, reckon that gash in ‘er leg gonna git infected if oi don’ ” The voice gently ordered, once again receiving another grunt but not seeming to take any mind to the wordlessness of said companion.

Footsteps with exceptional weight, fading away into the rainfall. Metal screeched again as its owner leaned forward, the sound of cloth being removed, lead to a large heap of fabric covering your icy form, and two hands made contact with your body the only barrier between you being what you would later realize, was a cotton lab coat. It probably started out white, but had become more so a cream with age, and consistent use. Your body now snuggly swaddled in the large coat against a warm chest that housed a heart beating at the pace of a skittish hare. The blue glow from tubes of chemicals, strapped on either side of him prominent from both sides, and supplementing more heat to defrost your body. He had covered your head with the collar of the lab coat leaving himself exposed to the elements. Had your mind not been incapacitated, you would’ve fought this person, but something deep down whispered that you were in safe hands, and allowed you to decompress in the arms of your hobbling Samaritan.

The fog in your head kept you from realizing how long he had been walking, but when your mind faded into temporary consciousness, you noticed that your head was being cradled carefully between the neck and shoulder of your new found helper. Gentle vibrations from his throat as he hummed something incomprehensible, the tune lulling you straight back into the darkness of sleep. When you awoke, you were on a bed, your previous clothes removed, replaced by a simple pale lavender hospital gown. Taking in your new surroundings, your eyes flitted around the room in fear of the unknown territory you found yourself in. Sitting up quickly, you feel a wet cloth fall from your forehead, into your lap lamely and the coolness of the air touching your once covered forehead, sending a chill down your spine. The crackle of a warm fire in the stone framed fireplace distracted you from the rain pelting against the window as howling wind suggested the storm would continue for some time to come.

The rest of the room was lackluster in appearance, clearly not having been used for quite some time. Despite that, there was evidence of someone’s rushed attempts to make it habitable. “...Hello?” you croaked, throat parched from the fever which had thankfully broken while you had been asleep. There was no direct answer, but you strained to hear the faint echoes of the voice you vaguely recalled hearing earlier in the evening, when you were first discovered. Daring to move your legs from under the covers, your now active nerves scorn your movement, as a reminder of your wounded leg. Hissing in pain you relent in trying to move your right leg, and use your arms and left leg to awkwardly shuffle in the bed so you faced the door. You pulled the lab coat that had served as a blanket covering you, around your frame before inspecting your wounded leg finding it had been bandaged and some sort of salve had been applied to presumably, prevent infection. The bandaging had been dressed with practiced hands and neatly clasped so as not to disrupt the now tarnished flesh.

Who could’ve possibly done this? And where were your proper clothes? You pondered, thoughts consuming you to the point of noticing all too late, that there was a monstrous figure looming in the doorway. When you noticed said figure, you released a bloodcurdling scream, spooking the lumbering monster into taking a few startled steps backward, breathing in deep huffs almost like…a pig? But pigs don’t stand on two feet, nor are they green! And they certainly don’t stand over 7 feet tall! Where on earth had you been taken to?! In your terror you attempted to run despite having nowhere to hide, limping quickly to a corner of the cold cobble floor and covered you head with your hands and the lab coat, shaking like a leaf in the winter wind. “Didn’ oi say ta knock first ya drongo?” an unseen figure scolded the creature. “Ya scared the poor possum ‘alf ta death!” the voice continued, gradually nearing your cowering form as the familiar creak of metal and haphazard steps became louder. “s’alright luv, no need ta be frightened” the voice cooed from a few feet in front of you, careful not to invade your space, lest he worsen your discomfort. Hot tears streaming down your cheeks stung your eyes, as you assumed your worst fate in this unknown space, but the man in front of you merely eased himself to the floor. The sound of what you proposed to be a metal cane (perhaps?) struck the cold floor as he settled there. Lifting your head ever so slightly from beneath the coat, you stole a peek through guarded hands at the owner of the voice now sitting across from you.

Striking white hair stood wild in every direction against honey skin littered in freckles and a few distinct “beauty marks”, beneath the soot and grease smudged across the face of a man. He sported goggles hanging around his thin neck, and the vials of various chemicals were still strapped to his lithe form. Clad in a pair of stained eggplant purple pants and a simple black shirt, he did his best to be as unassuming in posture as possible, even though anyone would be hard-pressed to find him “unassuming” considering his semi manic expression, yet he still radiated a strange sense of genuine harmlessness in his crooked smile, and the creases around his eyes where his sharp cheekbones raised. A bizarrely childlike giggle erupted from the man as he fidgeted about, curiosity obvious in his saturated golden eyes. “Sorry ‘bout tha’ possum, he’s not very good at manners quite yet. Oim still workin’ ou’ tha kinks in ‘is personality'.

The white haired man giggled, his grin revealing a set of sharp teeth like that of a wild animal. Glancing away from his intense gaze, you looked down only to realize, he had a prosthetic leg and arm which had been the sources of all the metal grinding you had heard before. Noting your continued silence, he decided to try and engage you with a question he sincerely wanted an answer to: “ ’Ow’s yer leg ‘oldin’ up darl’? I did basic first aid, but oi imagen ye still ‘ave a lot ah pain”. His countenance contorting with concern and the unease obvious in the lilt of his voice. He looked at you with worried and expectant eyes, hoping to pull some sort of reply out of you to ease his distress. Mulling over whether or not to grace him with a response only fueled his fidgeting more, his prosthetic laden knee now bouncing in anticipation. Your eyes returned to observing the floor beneath you as you let out a reply, just barely audible. “It still hurts…but not as much…t-thank you for bandaging it…” you whispered, but he heard you nonetheless and he beamed with pride at being able to have some semblance of a conversation started with you. “Was nuthin’ oim jus’ glad yer fever broke an’ yer okay” he replied, as his already large grin seemed to get wider.

He reminded you of a child revealing a piece of prized art they made to their parents, worthy of hanging on the fridge. You were tempted to let out a giggle of your own due to how infectious his was, but bit your tongue. After all, he was still a stranger, even if he did save your life… *CRASH!!!!!* a cacophony of thunder and lightning reminding you of the storm outside, encouraging your huddled form into a tighter ball, much like before and a whimper escaped your lips. “You alright there darl’?” the man’s manic grin replaced once again with his previous expression of worry. “Scary” the monster in the doorway grumbled, spooking you. You hadn’t remembered that he was in his spot he had been in when he had alarmed you earlier. “ Ah~ I didn’ even think a tha’" The man mused slowly, rising to a standing position, though hunched over in a way that seemed more uncomfortable than anything for the average person. Slowly he hobbled up to your curled up form, carefully pulling his lab coat tighter around you much like he had earlier in the night, before speaking again.

“Oim sorry darl’ oi wasn’ thinkin’. Shoulda’ realized you was afraid o’ the storm…oim gonna pick ye up so we can go to tha lab for som’ tea, ye can’ even ‘ear tha storm in there.” He said softly as he eased his arms around you once more. Cognizant of your injury, as well as the possibility of you trying to fight him, he moved slowly due to the fact that he was still technically a stranger. You nodded slightly despite yourself, allowing him to coddle you like a small child. He was gentle but his hold was so secure, that you didn’t worry about him dropping you as he rose back up hobbling out of your room, his monster in tow. As he walked down the hall toward the aforementioned lab, the sounds of the storm faded like a distant memory, just as he had promised mere moments ago.

#Junkrat #junkrat scenario #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes x reader #jamison fawkes #overwatch #junkenstein #Junkenstein x reader #gender neutral insert

[chardbones]

What Junkrat does to show affection towards you

A/N more Junkrat because I love him so much and I have a bunch of ideas for him. Also, if I think of more headcanons I'll gladly add more

I hope you enjoy it

- Jamison is by far a very affectionate person and loves to smother you in kisses or sneak a kiss whenever he can

- Especially when you guys or on a heist, in small periods of time in-between throwing his explosives, he'll give you a quick peck on the cheek and run into the fray smiling like an idiot

- After heist or blowing/setting things on fire, both of you like to just cuddle and watch the news as almost any news channel is talking about what you two did

- When you both are working or repairing your weapons, you both sit back to back, bare torsos touching. Even though you are both busy you'll always find a way to still touch one another

- Junkrat loves hugging you from behind as you two watch whatever you destroy go in flames (RoadHog is making sure the police or the fire brigade aren't on there way)

- One way Jamison show's you affection is but making you little things out of metal or making you special fire explosives. You always loved his creations and as much as you love the explosives you always feel guilty after using one because they always so beautifully decorated by him.

- Junkrat insists on you using them, and you do, because always happy to make more for you. And the most adorable smile comes across his face and look of pure awe at you when he sees you jumping up and down while yelling in excitement

- Sometimes, he cooks for you special meals that he absolutely loves and knows he won't burn the kitchen down. Even as a little snack he'd make fairy bread if he had the ingredients

- It's not easy having the ingredients when you live in the middle of the Outback

- His dinners are absolutely amazing too, it's his way of showing that he's thankfully for all the delicious meals you've made for him and that he loves them so much

- Decorating your stuff, like sketchbooks, trousers, jackets, gloves with his little drawing and signature designs is something that you both really love

- Junkrat would steal one of your things and when you're gone he'd work his soot covered fingers away making sure I'd look good

- In bed when you both are sleeping he's really clingy which is something you love because he's a perfect heater for when the nights get cold and you love how his skin feels on yours

- Only with you next to him does he sleep with less clothes then normally,

#junkrat #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes #jamison fawkes x reader #overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch fanfic #headcanons #affection #overwatch 2