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Junkrat didn't know what made him so attracted to her. But the first time he had seen her, he fell head over heels for (y/n).
Horribly so, in fact. Her gaze sent shivers up his spine. Her touch, friendly or threatening, made his heart speed up incredibly fast. A simple mention of her name drew him into every conversation and battle.
Never before has Jamison Fawkes experienced such a intense feeling. Never had he wanted something more than what he had. And good God did he want her. He wanted to hold her in his arms, to have her pressed up against him. He craved (Y/N).
But everytime he dared get near her, Junkrat lost control over himself. Instead of acting like he wished ('cool, play it cool') he became a total wreck, clumsily bumbling about with a horrible blush consuming his whole body.
Which is exactly what he was doing now, being a absolute wreck while trying to get words out to her. A battle just finished a few minuets ago, and seeing as they were the only ones left, he wanted to talk to her. But attempting to get out what he wanted to say was nearly pure torture.
"I'ya (Y-Y-Y-Y/N!"
"Hello Jamie!"
The nickname you called him didn't help...
"Oi' w-as wan-der-der-derin iph ya 'ahd a mo-mo-moment-"
He stopped himself, the sound of his stuttering dropping any small once of confidence he had. Perhaps he should just leave...
"Yeah Jamie, what's up?"
"E-er...n-nahthin, never mind..."
He turned and began to sulk off, ashamed of himself.
"Er... Junkrat, I, uh, actually wanted to talk to you..."
He stopped, frozen from anxiety beginning to cloud his brain. 'She probably wants to ask you to leave her alone,'
"I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about this for awhile now..."
'Here it comes'
"But I only worked up enough courage to do it today. E-ever since we first met, I've... Liked you. But not just as a friend, i-I like you more than that. I think I even l-lo-lo-love y-"
But Junk broke her off, lunging at her. (Y/N) hit the ground beneath him with a small 'oomph'. And then he was kissing her, smothering her with all he could give. His body is on fire, and his brain was acting on impulse now. And oh fucking hell it felt great.
(Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to her own body. He molded into her, like a puzzle piece fitting into another.
They only pulled away when the need for air was demanding attention. Panting and disheveled, both stared at one another. And it was then that Junkrat came to reality.
He had kissed her.
He had kissed (Y/N).
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It took the poor girl nearly a hour to drag a fainted trash boy back to base.