#poly!roadrat

[thisfanisgonesorry]

cooking disaster — junkrat

cw // estab rship, implied poly roadrat but it’s not anything major. kinda angst, mostly fluff. ur reassuring my anxious mess of a boy. pls do not let him in the kitchen tho hes awful, cant cook for shit. hopefully tumblr doesnt send this post to format hell :pray:

also i'm so tired of seeing non australians butchering the way my boys would talk,, as an aussie it really offends me /lh ;; srsly tho pls stop making junkrat call every woman in his life a sheila. its a word used to describe a woman u dont know that well. if i see him call his gf a sheila one more time i'm gonna throw hands.

<3 A loud crash was audible in the distance, followed by an equally loud and extremely colourful string of curses leaving Jamison’s mouth. “For fucks sake! This stupid fuckin’ piece of shit thing!”

Mako and I looked at each other briefly after the loud sounds had come to an end. He quietly went back to his book while touching his nose, calling shot-not, and hiding a shit-eating grin behind the pages.

“You’re a right old cunt, you know that?” I spoke to him as I stood up, placing my book on the beaten up coffee table, he let out a hum, tapping the cover of his book, still with the proudest grin I’d ever seen in my life.

Walking through the safehouse, following the occasional loud sound that alerted me of the Junkers exact location, I wandered into the kitchen. Which, at this point, looked like he’d forgotten where his workshop was and was making bombs right where we cooked. We, being Roadie and I, and exactly why it was just Roadie and I was clued in when you looked around the room.

“What’re you doing, Jamie?”

He stood to alert and threw a tea towel over the pan or pot on the stove, it was hard to tell what exactly he was doing, though it was clear it was a poor excuse for cooking. “Um.. Nothin’, nothin’ at all, sweets.” He replied with a nervous grin, turning back to find the tea towel had not completely smothered the fire and the smoke was still rising.

Thankfully, we didn’t have a smoke detector. I could only imagine how much worse this situation would be if we did.

He pulled the tea towel off and tried to smother the remaining flames as the pot stayed alit, I reached past him, turning the gas off as I looked into the pot. He’d tried, keyword— definitely tried, to boil some vegetables.

“Jamie, honey, what the fuck are you trying to do?” I asked again, placing my hand on the shoulder closest to me, looking at his softened face as he stared down at the stove. His lips pressed into a line, threatening to turn into a disappointed frown.

“Well, uh.” He spoke, hesitantly which was never a good sign for a man that never knew how to shut up. He sighed and turned to me, opening the oven door while keeping eye contact. Looking down, I saw a tray with a completely charred, black, unnameable item sitting on it. I tried my best, really, though it was near impossible to hold back a laugh at his attempt.

He frowned again, pulling out the tray and throwing it and the pot on the bench next to the sink. “Are you just gonna stand there and make fun of me?” He spoke as he began trying to clean up his atrocities, using a butter knife to scrape off the black mess stuck to the tray and to de-attach the veggies stuck to the surface of the pan.

“No, honey, no. It’s not funny, I’m sorry. What were you trying to do?”

He angrily threw the knife in the sink, turning around and sliding down to the floor, hunching himself over. His hands crossed onto his knees as he buried his face into his arms, his eyes poking out to stare at the floor in front of him.

“Love? You alright? What were you trying to do?” I repeated to him softly, kneeling in front of his line of vision and supporting my balance on his arm.

“Ain’t it obvious? I was trying to cook. Did a piss-poor job.” He mumbled into his skin, his eyes looking up to meet my gaze. I gave him a soft smile and he just furrowed his eyebrows and looked away, continuing to sulk in the ball he made for himself.

“I mean, I guess so, but we both know you ain’t one for cooking.” He buried himself further into his hunch. “C’mon, what’re you thinking?”

His eyes stayed glued where they sat, which I’m pretty sure were on my kneecaps but I didn’t really want to question him while he was sulking over his attempt at a thoughtful action. He picked his head up, resting his chin on his arms, and he began mumbling to himself his brilliant plan.

“You’s take such good care of me and I love you’s. You’re my best friends. You know that?” I simply nodded, allowing him to continue talking as he just word vomited exactly how he was feeling to my feet. “And you’re both such great cooks, couldn’t ask for anyone better and all I wanted was to do something back. I really tried my best but I jus’ can’t do nothing right except blow stuff up.”

“Honey, you’re such a dag. We love you for you, yeah? And that includes knowing you belong as far away from the kitchen as possible.” He tried his best to keep a straight face as he looked up at me with his puppy eyes. “You’re not useless, in fact, I bet you don’t even realise the useful stuff you do.”

“Yeah? Like what?” He beckoned, trying to hide his smile.

“Every morning, you make us coffee. I have no clue how you’re so shit in the kitchen but make such good coffee, oh my god.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re always tinkering, you’re always fixing stuff, you fixed the stove last week just to, well, set the thing on fire but the thought is there.”

He laughed softly, his eyes staying glued to my face. I stood up and reached my hand out, pulling him to his feet, he wrapped his arms around my torso and kept me there. It was an unexpected hug, though it was warm. He kept me in his tight grasp, our bodies closely intertwined.

“That’s another thing, you’re so warm. you keep us so warm.” I mumbled, nuzzling into his skin. “You keep us warm at night and in the mornings, you always make the bed after we’re up. You’re so good to us, honey. So good.”

He happily sighed, pulling away from the hug, a small kiss placed on my forehead. “Get me out of this kitchen before something catches from me just being here.” Before quickly ushering us out, moving us back to the lounge room, and as far away from the kitchen we could get him.

[pandaioh]

POLY!ROADRAT WITH MUTE!FEMALE READER CRUMBS

“Damn it, escortin that payload was a crock a shit!” Junkrat and Roadhog had just landed back on base with the rest of the Overwatch crew that was sent on yet another “Payload” mission. This mission in particular was almost a complete failure, if Junkrat hadn’t used his RIP-tire on the omnic drones right at the last minute, almost completely obliterating him. Luckily for the Junkers they left with only a few scratches and bruises, obviously used to the high octane violence. Now that their mission was completed, they can earn their pay and be on leave for the rest of the week, letting some other poor sap get blown to smithereens.

They both limped and hobbled through the halls of Gibraltar, heading to their living quarters, where they could finally be rid of their explosives and weapons for the time-being. The walk there, however, was a tad unpleasant considering some of the dirty looks and awkward expressions the Junkers received as they walked on through the base’s multiple corridors. Junkrat lowered his head as he heard the quiet and curt murmurs of the other Overwatch personnel. He could’ve shouted, could’ve thrown a punch or use his grenade launcher and put those sorry bastards out of their misery, but he was too damn tired to really care. He just wanted to relax. Aggressive snorts and snarls escaped Roadhog as he lifted his hook threateningly.

“Save it, Roadie.” Junkrat hushed hoarsely. “S’not worth the time or day, not when we have our misso to get back to….” Junkrat grinned slightly. Roadhog sheathed his weapon and went back to accompanying his partner. Underneath his heavy intimidating mask, he too, grinned slightly at the idea of the both of them going home to their beloved treasure; you.

You were the only one that saw past their unrestrained exteriors and their pitiful pathos. It was you that gave them the second chance of living that no one, not even anyone of their own kind would ever think to give two lowly bruisers. It was you that gave them that little glimmering light of hope and happiness that there was and is someone out there that actually gives a damn about the both of them. It was you that took both of their hands and held on for dear life and lead them into the path of vindication and equity. You, unknowingly, saved them. And the two Junkers would forever be in your debt because of that.

After a couple more steps, they finally walked along the hall that lead to their and your living quarters. Hoisting his grenade launcher over his shoulder, Junkrat spat onto his fleshed hand and with that, used it to slick his hair back, parodically for a more suave look, wanting to impress you. Roadhog rolled his eyes under his mask and placed his Scrap Gun, back into his hoister.

“She sees you everyday, Rat,” Hog grunted. “Don’t need to try an’ impress her.” “Says you!” Junkrat scoffed. “If I want ta groom meself for our lil love, than groom I shall!” “You know, grooming actually requires more than just your spit,” Hog responded. “It requires basic hygine, which we both know isn’t your strong suit.”

Junkrat felt disgruntled at his partner’s straightforward response, he huffed and stomped to the front of their door. “Well,” He started. “We’ll just see what Y/N thinks about the hard working, handsome, strong rouge that is Jamison Fawkes!” He manically giggled as he reached his prosthetic hand to knock on the door, but found that it swung open to reveal your face covered in unknown substances and by the look of it…sprinkles? You quickly placed your hands on his face and kissed him. Wide eyed and completely taken back, Junkrat wrapped his arms around you and placed another tender kiss on your forehead. “Well that was a fine ‘how do ya do?’ sweets!” He grinned wildly and you giggled as his face turned a flush of red. You then turned to Roadhog, who was already in the process of taking off his infamous mask, revealing the tender yet broken-scarred face you’ve come to adore and love.  

“Hey, Y/N…” he softly smiled. He took you into his big arms and kissed you deeply, parting and then placed a small kiss on your nose. His massive index finger caressed the side of your smooth warm cheeks, sketching your face into his memory. Something, however, caught his eye and took a small grain of a colored speck off your cheek. It was comically, too small for him to carry in between his thumb and index and it broke into dust. You had little particles of these colored grains in patches of your short curly pixie cut, on your blouse, on your apron and some on your jeans.

“Speakin’ of ‘sweets’,” Junkrat spoke. “Got hundreds and thousands all over ya, love. Like a sweety treat I want to eat.” He hugged you from behind, but hearing that sentence prompt you to whip around and sign them to close their eyes. The Junkers looked at each other and back to you, unknowing of what you had in store for them.

You signed to them with body language, placing your hands over your eyes and peeked through your digits. Junkrat tilted his head confused at what you were implying.

“Ah huh, ya playin peekaboo with us? Yer too adorable, y’know that?” he chuckled as his flesh hand ruffled your curly hair. Making an irritated noise you shook your head, indicating that wasn’t what you were saying. You took Junkrat’s hand and placed it over his own eyes. You made an adorable little noise up at Roadhog who smiled lightly understanding what your motive was.

“Got a surprise for us?” He whispered. You chirped and nodded your head excitedly. “A surprise!?” Junkrat exclaimed. “I love surprises, lil love! What is it? What is it!?” You blew the lanky junker a raspberry, placing as hand back over his eyes so that he dared not to peek. “If she told you,” Roadhog grunted. “It wouldn’t be a surprise.” Placing his own hand back over his eyes. You made a sound agreeing with the goliath junker and took both of their free hands, leading them into your living area. Whipping your head back to see if their eyes were still closed, you saw that they were and you smiled and giggled. You lead them to two seats and had them sit down.

“Can we look yet?” Junkrat asked almost too quickly, trying to peek through his fingers Roadhog placed his free hand forcefully on Junkrat’s face and he heard his partner grumbling lowly. They heard the sounds of dishes being placed on the table in front of them and liquid being poured into glasses. A few seconds later, you straightened your apron and grinned proudly. You made a noise, indicating that they could open. Upon finally having to look, they were both greeted by an all too familiar Austrailian snack, two tall stacks of bread with sprinkles scattered on every piece and two glasses of milk for them to drink; Fairy bread. You surprised them with fairy bread. Anyone outside of the old aussie tradition would’ve scoffed and given you a grimace, but the Junkers, to them, this was absolutely harmonious. It was this little act of goodwill and affection that just made them fall for you even more than what they already have. You even went the extra mile and placed a vase with a flower in the middle along with a note that read;

“~For all the wonderful things you do for me.~”                                                Y/N

“Tah dah!” you shrieked and then bashfully looked down at your feet, swaying side to side, awaiting to hear the responses from your two favorite men.

“Hooly dooly, love.” Junkrat said flabbergasted. “You did all of this, for us?” You nodded your head, making your way over to him and gave him a big hug. “To you.” You signed. Junkrat looked back at his stack of fairy bread, practically drooling over. “This is fantastic love, you’re the best, sweets! Wow, you really do live up to that nickname, don’tcha? Sweets to the sweet as the old sayin goes!” He took a piece of bread, sprinkles already starting to fall off the top. “Oi, Roadie, bettah start munchin on this, Y/N probably took forever to make this all fo-“ He was cut off as he turned his head to face Roadhog, expression immediately gone from happy to worried.

There was Roadhog, still sitting there, staring at his stack of fairy bread. Not moving, not budging, mouth slightly agape. He was completely froze, save for the staggering anxious breaths he breathed out. He tried to remain still but felt this new wave of anxiousness override his body and started to shake. Junkrat, leaned back in his seat, not knowing of what his partner would do. Junkrat never recalled a time ever in his life seeing Roadhog this distressed and perturbed. It was almost as if the big guy saw a ghost that gave him a spook. It almost gave the younger junker a spook himself.

You now looked just as worried as Junkrat, wanting to be by Roadhog’s side, but not wanting to interfere if he needed space. The both of you watched as Roadhog reached a gigantic palm out to grab a piece of fairy bread, and trembled even more as he brought it closer to him. He opened and closed his eyes a few times, making sure if what he was seeing was real or not. He opened and closed a few more times, just to be for certain. The next few times he opened and closed was when he felt warm wet streaks glide down slowly on his cheeks. He took a bite into the bread, tasting the sugary sweet beads of the sprinkles, the smooth creamy texture of the margarine and the flakey yet satisfying starch of the bread. All at once, the memories came flooding back into his head.

“Mako…”

He shoved more bread into his mouth, like a starving dingo.

“Mako?...”

Crumbs and sprinkles were scattering all around his feet and chair.

“MAKO!...”

He slammed his fist into the table and sobbed out loud uncontrollably. He remembered who he was.

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A rather large woman with long dark braided hair, a long white farm apron on top a floral patterned mumu dress, waddled her way through the dirt path of her small one cottage, two barn farmland, carrying a plate of fairy bread and being accompanied by a tiny trotting micro piglet, snorting and squealing merrily as it followed it’s master.

“Mako?” the woman cried out. “Mako!”

Making her way inside one of the barns, she opened the barn doors and looked all around the inside, finally catching glimpse of who she was trying to find. A small chubby boy curled up in a fetel position, laying on a big pile of hay, sniffling and lightly sobbing. Her expression softened with sympathy as she sighed and waddled her way to her son. When she got to him, she slowly tried to sit on the pile of hay with him, almost getting winded and out of breath. However, this didn’t seem to phase her and trying to comfort the little one.

“Taku tama,” she said softly. “Why are you all dirty?”

“Kaiwhakaweti…” a young Mako hiccupped.

“Karanga ahau poaka….toru paru…” he peeked his chubby face up at his mother, revealing that his face was too covered in mud along with the rest of his clothes. His mother took part of her apron and lifted the boys chin up to face her, wiping away the debris of mud and tears off his face. He still sniffled lightly and looked up at his mother completely torn and broken hearted.

“Mako, He hae ratou I to aura,” she began to speak in their native tongue. “He poto noa iho te hunga whakaweti.” Mako looked up at his mother intently, listening and holding on to every single word. “Tuhinga ka whai mai. Engari ko te aroha me te tiaki mai I te whanau me nga hoa ka mau tonu.”

Mako stared at her wide eyed and continued to listen.

“Ma te whanau e tiaki koe.” She continued. “Ana ka tae ki tetahi ra me tiaki e koe.”

Mako looked down at the micro piglet now sitting in front of him, still happily and snorting away. 

His mother picked up the piglet, and placed the adorable snorting baby in his lap, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Kia maumahara ki taku tama,” she said softly. Mako looked up from petting his piglet.

“Nui toku aroha ki a koe…” She picked up the plate of fairy bread and handed it to him. He smiled and happily ate the bread with his little piglet taking small nibbles out of a few pieces. He felt so much better now, he felt as if he could stand on top of the tallest mountains and swim across the deepest and farthest of oceans. He felt as if every little worry on his mind was fading into each bite of fairy bread his mama made especially for him. He felt all the cares and worries and griefs dry away along with his tears. He chewed and chewed and he felt…. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Miserable…he felt miserable. His fist was balled tightly on the cracked table top. His hair was out of his pony tail and his eyes were red with puff and irritation. You and Junkrat were huddled together in a corner at the very oppisite end of the room were Roadhog was. You had tears stream down your face and you hiccuped a few anxious breaths. Rat on the other hand held on to you, practically sheilding you from the gigantic man in fear of what he might do next.

Mako unballed his fist slowly and shaking, revealing the wad of sprinkles and crumbs in his massive palm. His breaths were deep and asthmatic.

More flashbacks appeared in his head, more of his mother, the omnics taking over, the Australian Liberation Front, Bruce the Engineer supplying him with his “Hogsygen”, the shitty queen and her shitty people practically dancing on top the countless graves uncaring of how they died protecting their land. It all came back to him, and it all came back to him in that slowly unballing crumbling piece of fairy bread.

You didn’t mean to, but a loud sob slipped from your vocal chords and you ran to Roadhog, so concerned and apologetic for placing him in such a wretched state. You ran right to his side and cried over his shoulder. You didn’t know how to put into words that you were so sorry for making him so upset. He slowly looked up at you, his eyes still red and puffy but he took you in his arms, perhaps to quickly and harshly.

Junkrat imediately ran over thinking that you were in some sort of danger. But as quickly as he ran, he stopped. He saw his partner take your hands into his large ones and placed them over his face. Your thumbs wiping away the tears out of his eyes. You looked at him full of fear and wonder, and watched as he leaned his head into your hands, like a cat in need of affection. Junkrat, taking a deep breath of relief walked over to his two partners and placed an awkward pat on Roadhog’s shoulder.

“Uh there…there, mate,” Junkrat said softly trying to in his own way express sympathy on behalf of his depressed partner. “Yea sometimes, we all need a good cry now and again…you jus’ let it all out…”

Roadhog took the opportunity to pull his lanky partner in with you and him in a warm loving embrace.  It startled Junkrat at first but then warmed up to it when you placed your hand onto his arm. There, the three of you were, at the kitchen table, holding on to one another, comforting your much bigger partner and letting him cry out the last of his tears.

“Toku whanau…” he stuttered softly. Both you and Junkrat looked at him, with your hands placed back onto his warm wet face. “I love you with all of my heart and soul. And I will protect you always. Tena kaua e wehi I ahua…”

He took you and pulled you in for a deep kiss. And he did the same for Junkrat, although this took the junker off guard but was more than happy to reciprocate his feelings. He had you both on either side of his lap. And the three of you cuddled together there all the while. You signed to him when he looked back up to you. “I’m so sorry…”

“No aroha, s’not your fault,” he said. “It was overwhelming, yeah, but I loved it…a lot. Haven’t had it in a…long time.” His head leaned onto your chest, and you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, well how’s about the next time Y/N gives us a surprise, you don’t have another mental breakdown arroight?” Junkrat replied jokingly.

“Yeah that sounds good,” Hog replied as he chuckled.

The three of you stayed like this for a little while longer, uncaring of the mess at the table. Uncaring of all the sprinkles and crumbs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  Maori dialouge in English:

“My son” “Bullies…called me a pig…threw mud…” “Mako, they are jealous of your aura. Bullies are fleeting. Bullies will come and go. But the love and protection from your family and friends is forever. The family will take care of you. And then one day, you will need to protect them. Remember my son, I love you so much.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~ “My family.” “Please don’t fear me.”

[itsjustahuman]

First Christmas (Poly!Roadrat)

Warning(s): Swearing

Ship: Roadhog x Reader x Junkrat

It was the first official Christmas that Roadhog and Junkrat would experience.

Back when you were still in the Outback you would celebrate it every year even if you were all by yourself. It was fun to deck out the little shack you stayed in with a little tree, lights, and a wreath. Now, you had a whole safe house to decorate and you were never happier than decorating for a celebration.

You had Junkrat lift you high enough so that you could reach the top of the Christmas tree so that you could put the pachimari on top of the tree. Roadhog looked up from his book from his spot on the old couch and grunted a sound of approval.

Junkrat set you down and looked at the tree that had ornaments hanging off it’s slightly sparse branches. Without a doubt he knew you were happy from the way your eyes sparkled as they scanned over the whole tree. Bouncing on your heels you spun around to admire the living room that you took a week to decorate.

“You did a bloody fuckin' amazing job, Darl'.” Junkrat said limping over and snuggling up next to Roadhog.

“It better be, I spent way too much time on this,” you said skipping over to the Junkers.

You plopped down onto the other side of Roadhog and snuggled up into his warm body. Roadhog lifted his arm and wrapped it around your body to pull you closer.

“WAIT! I just remembered something” you shouted jumping out and running out of the room.

As you ran out you could feel their eyes follow you.

“We have a weird one don’t we, Roadie?” Junkrat said with his head tilted slightly.

“Says you,” Road replied.

Junkrat laughed throwing his head back with his arms wrapping around his stomach.

“Ahh ya fuckin’ got me there Roadie” Junkrat said patting Roadhogs belly.

The pitter patter sound of your feet hitting the floor could be heard as you were running towards the living room. They saw you enter the room slightly breathless with your hands behind your back.

“Boys I got you both something,” you said smiling widely at them.

Before they could say anything you brought your hands out to show what you were holding behind your back.

It was 2 santa hats.

One of them was the colour traditional with the picture of bombs on it. The other one was pink and had pictures of pig faces on it.

You handed the hats over to your boys.

“Darl’, you didn’t have to do this,” Junkrat said examining his santa hat.

Roadhog let out a grunt of agreement to Junkrat’s statement.

“Well, it wouldn’t be a proper Christmas celebration without the santa hats,” you said pouting while twiddling your thumbs.

“No, you did no wrong come here” Roadhog said patting empty space next to him.

You happily skipped over to where they were sitting helping them adjust their hats so it just sat just right on their heads. Plopping yourself down next to Roadhog and snuggling up to him warm body you all stared at the mesmerising twinkle of the Christmas lights.

“The pachimari is a nice touch,” Roadhog said.

We all nodded in agreement sipping some hot cocoa with little marshmallows in the shape of bombs floating in it.

[watching-over-hc-blog]

could i please get a poly!roadrat hc where they suprise the s/o with a trip to disneyland for their birthday? thank you so much!

Oh I like this idea

Roadhog and Junkrat would see how stressed their s/o has been lately and would secretly plan to plan a trip for them

It was hard for them to figure out a place but then they remembered that their s/o hasn't gone to Disneyland so that’s where they decided to go

Junkrat somehow was able to contain his excitement from their s/o

After a stressful day for their s/o, they ask if they want a small vacation

When they're s/o takes no hesitation to agree to it and their plan is a go.

Their s/o would ask a lot where they're going, but they kept on telling them that it was a surprise

When they arrive both their s/o and Junkrat matched up perfectly

They all ran around trying to get to the lines

Roadhog had some hard time trying to catch up but he was having fun

The two probably got everything from the gift shop and lots of candies

At the end of the day, they're all tired and would probably have another day at Disneyland to do everything again

[pandaioh]

[pandaioh]

Feeling gross today

[pandaioh]

Poly!RoadRat x MuteFemale!Reader ~Burdensome~

Trigger warnings: Mentions of angst and chronic illnesses

Your heart trembled, as you paced the hardwood floor of your apartment’s tiny living room. They’d be here any minute, wondering what the matter would be no doubt. You couldn’t find it in your heart to talk to them about what was going through your mind via holo vid or text. This was personal to you, and so, this talk had to be dealt with face to face.

 Looking out your living room window, you spotted them, pulling up into the parking lot with a roar of Mako’s “Hog” revving into a parking space. Jamie’s face had a hint of worry to it, the fact that you needed to see them to have “a talk” with them didn’t bode well for his nerves. It really didn’t for you either. He hopped out of his side car, and waited for his partner in crime to grunt off his “Hog”. Roadhog’s mask was on his face but, you knew he probably must’ve been worried too, you could tell by the way he hesitantly stood by his bike and looked up to your apartment window, located on the third floor.

You two made eye contact for a brief moment before the junkers walked their way into the apartment complex. It seemed like you could hear the heavy footsteps climbing up the step of the stairs and it made your heart drop ever so much more, feeling the butterflies in your stomach fluttering anxiously. Finally, there came two loud knocks at the door, and then;

“Y/N, it’s us, open up…So we can have our lil…chit-chat…” Jamie’s voice wavered at the end of his sentence seeming hollow and soft. You took a deep breath and took the door knob into your hands, turning it slowly and opening the door to reveal two familiar looming figures. You couldn’t hide the depression in your eyes, nor the knot in your stomach. How would they feel about you confessing your “little problem” to them? It already made you feel like less of a woman, less of a person more than it seemed. Would they actually want to stay with you after you tell them? Would it be too much of heavy load for them to carry, on top of being one of the world’s most wanted criminals and thieves?

You granted the two permission to enter your apartment, and shut the door softly behind you as they both entered.

“Arroight first things first,” Jamie started, he looked a little perturbed and troubled. This unsettled you as you saw Mako sitting on the couch, head slightly turned to face the floor. “I’m not good with bad news, you know this. Roadie knows it. I’m not good at handling dramar or any of that. I don’t have the patience for that kinda garbage, kay? Secondly…” he leaned his prosthetic arm into the wall, sighing. “I’m not gonna have ya keepin me and Roadie in the dark forever love, that ain’t fair fer none of us.”

 Your eyes widened at what Jamie had said. Slightly put off at how direct and straight to the point he was, but at the same time you couldn’t blame him either. These two men, had been through so much together, so much hardship and so much trouble. Burdens you could even call them….and even yourself. You reached out for your phone and typed out a message. You could already feel your eyebrows furrowing slightly upward as you typed out your message.

“Are you breaking up with us?” Jamie blurted out.

You quickly looked up and shot a glance at him, his expression, a sorrowful frown and his stance stiff as a board. And you could faintly hear sniffs coming from Mako’s direction, unknowing if he was crying or not. You stood in disbelief, mouth agape and eyes as round as orbs. Was that why Jamie had become so harsh and blunt to you the minute he walked in the door, because they thought you had wanted to end your relationship? Jamie caught onto your distress and disbelief and he squinted his yellow eyes at you, feeling confused at what was happening. “That’s…why ya called us here….roight?” he asked his expression gone more gentle.

Your breath hitched and it felt as if a knife had been stabbed straight through your chest. You couldn’t help the tears flowing out of your eyes, the turn of your stomach twisting in knots and the audible sob that escaped your mouth. You shook your head “no” over and over, to the point where it could almost give you a migrane, but you didn’t care. You tried typing out the words on your phone, but your little hands were trembling so much from the overbearing anxiety inside you, that you had dropped your phone. Mako immediately stood up and paced over to where you were, Jamie was completely startled but was quick to grab you, his hands onto your own, squeezing them slightly.

“Lookit me, Y/N! H-Hey lookit me!...”

He placed his hands onto your soft face as the tears streamed down and more sobs escaped your lips. You had tried to form words as you sobbed, you tried so hard to tell the two that you had loved them with all your heart and that you wanted the three of you to stay together forever. All that could come out, however, were little whimpers and sobs. It irritated you to no end that you could barely form words, to tell them how you really felt and what was really on your mind. So you did the only thing you knew how to do to show them your love from your heart; you quickly planted a kiss on to his lips and stayed there for a few seconds and once more onto Mako’s mask. Jamie was dumbfounded and tried to put the pieces together in his head, tried to decipher the little code of facial and body language you always had, to better understand you. “So…wait…” he started. “Y-yer…not ending…this?” he asked hopeful.

Again, you pressed your lips against his own and kissed him, a little more passionately than the last. You broke off the kiss and shook your head “no”. With your hands, you signed to him, “I love you.” And made the same sign to Mako. You heard little gasps escape Jamie as he pulled you in for a tight embrace. Mako, being behind you, embraced you as well. Peppering kisses all over your shoulder and neck, feeling his warm touch on your back. All of you now in a tight loving bundle, swaying slightly keeping the balance. The two men were completely at ease and relieved that you still wanted to be theirs. But the sudden pang of guilt, nagged on in Jamie’s conciseness. Feeling absolutely awful for how he was acting towards you and how he was too quick to jump the gun. He needed to apologize and fast.

“Oh love… oh sweets,” he blurted. “ ‘M sorry…’m so sorry. Me and Roadie…we thought…” he squeezed you tighter. “We thought you were done with us…thought you wanted things to be through…I should’ve known bettah…’m so sorry…please…” He took your hands and placed tender kisses on top. “Forgive an ol’ Rat? I love ya too much to lose ya…” You nodded your head and a big wide grin covered Jamie’s face, peppering your forehead with kisses. You felt yourself being turned around by a pair of big familiar palms. Looking up, you saw that Mako had removed his mask and got to your eye level. “Y/N…” he started, as his hands caressed the side of your face. “I love ya….forgive me?” Mako asked softly. 

You nodded your head and placed a kiss on his lips. Your foreheads resting on one another. Jamie had hugged the both of you again, all of your worries and all of your dejection, completely emancipated.

Junkrat, finally had let go and stared down at you, confusion back on his face. “So love, if that wasn’t the reason you rang us here,” he started. “What was it then? Something else on yer mind?” he asked. You remembered before the accusation, on why you called them there. A depressed frown crossed your face and you picked up your phone. Typing away and then pressing “send” the minute you were done. Mako got behind Jamie and heard his phone ring a text tone. He opened the message and it read as followed;

Y/N: “There’s something you need to know about me.”

The boys looked up at you, puzzled and confused as to what little secret you could have. Curious they had you sit on the couch and stood right in front of you. “Whatever it is love, ya know we’ll always be there for ya…We both love ya too much to let ya go…” Jamie said. “Hell, even if ya were plannin’ on breakin it off, we would’a probably just kidnap ya. But that wasn’ th’ reason! So…it must be somethin’ else. Lemme see…” His prosthetic hand rubbed his chin as he was thinking. “Ya workin wit them Talon blokes?” You shook your head “no”. “ ‘Kay, you…’ He paused for a second only to blurt out; “Ya ain’t workin fer the Queen are ya?!” he asked a little too loudly. You immediately shook your head at that one. 

Never in your life would you ever consider working for someone who banished your boyfriends from ever going back home. That was an absolute no-go. Besides, being with your two men kept things fun and entertaining for you. And that they would protect you from anyone who dared come in between what the three of you had. Jamie had snapped his fingers; “Ah! You committed tax evasion!” You giggled but shook your head “no”. Jamie was just being silly at this point, trying to make you laugh and it was working. Mako placed his hand on his cohort’s head and shoved him to the side, rolling his eyes at how goofy Jamie was being.

“Let her talk, Rat…” He grumbled. Jamie crossed his arms and stared back at you, awaiting a response. You typed out your next message, your face turning into a frown and pressing send once more. The text tone rang off once again and the boys looked at the message. Their expressions changed slowly, a slow stunned look on their faces as they read over the words. It read;

Y/N: I have a chronic illness.

They looked up at each other and then to you, your face staring down at your living room floor. You felt sickened having to admit this. You absolutely hated this aspect about yourself, how disgusting it made you feel and how bothersome it was to you, how you had to live with this throughout your whole life being in worlds of pain and misery. You typed out more words onto your phone and sent the message to them. Hearing the text tone again they opened the message;

Y/N: It’s called Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome or PCOS for short.

Jamie stared back up flabbergasted and rubbed his head. “Gee lovey,” he started. “I didn’ know you were sick. I would’a gotten ya some meds had ya told me, or I would’a gotten ya some-“ he was cut off by you making a noise, indicating that wasn’t what you meant. You typed out another message, this one took a minute more to type out. Sending the message, you stared up at them and when they finally opened the text, it read;

Y/N: It’s not like a cold or the flu. This is something that’ll never go away. It’s something I’ve had since I was real young. And it’s caused me a great deal of pain and grief. I’ve always felt like less of a woman having it, because it makes me feel like some sort of disgusting monster. And I wanted to tell the both of you, just in case you didn’t want to be with me anymore…because of it.

They both shot a glance at you, tears once more streamed down your face and you looked down at your feet, your heart swelling with shame. Mako grabbed you and took you into his arms, this startled you completely and you gasped as he lifted you off the ground, carrying you bridal style. “Rangatira…” he whispered.

Jamie kissed your temple and leaned his forehead into the crook of your neck. “Darl’….” Junkrat started. “Why didn’t ya tell us?” he asked resting his head on your tummy. “You mean,” Jamie looked up at you. “Ta tell me, that you, our girl, our lil giggly sweets, has a war goin’ on in her insides? Sweet Jesus, love.” He placed tender kisses on your tummy. “Ain’t there a cure fer it? Ain’t there somethin’ docs can do ‘bout it? Anythin’? They can’t just let ya suffer like this!” He spoke a little loudly, perhaps agitated that the medical system may have failed you. For the two junkers, succumbing to such things like atomic meltdowns, radiation poisoning, body mutilations and brawls was next to nothing for them. That was their life, and it was how things were in the Outback, especially in Junkertown.

But you, you were stuck with this, stuck with it out of shit-luck. And since childhood no less. You had a life, a family, friends and a future. But fate had something else in store for you, and by no means, was it fair, but life never really is.  

The boys took you to your bedroom, they placed you on your nice soft and comfy bed, and climbed in with you. They cuddled up next to you, caressing you ever so softly. Jamie slowly moving his position to be on top of your tummy, placed several more kisses on top. You sighed softly at the little displays of affection the boys were showering you with. 

Jamie finally spoke. “Love, ya know me n’ Roadie are mad for ya. We’d destroy an entire city block if ya wanted us to…this,” Jamie kissed your stomach again. “Will never drive us away, understand, love? You’re stuck with us and ya won’t be gettin’ rid of us so easily.” He began to plant kisses as made his way toward your face. “An’ never, an’ I mean never, let this make ya feel less of a woman. Ya know what I think?” 

He crawled up to your face and began peppering you with more kisses. “I think,” He started. “It makes ya more of a woman. Think ‘bout it. Ya lived with this practically ya whole life, on top of not bein able ta talk much, then havin ya other problems an’ what have ya and having to deal with a couple’a reckless blokes like us.” Mako chuckled at the last comment Jamison made, but you didn’t avert your gaze away from him. “Y/N…ya more of a woman than ya think. Yer a helleva strong woman, stronger than that Russian sheila whose always got it out for us…” You giggled at that, you knew Zarya did not like the Junkers at all, and was on their case constantly about your relationship, with the whole “break her heart I’ll break your neck” speech.

Mako carassed you and turned your face to face his. “You love me…love the man…and the monster,” He whispered. “I adore you, aroha. Our hearts belong to you.” He leaned in and closed the gap between your lips with his and kissed you passionately. 

Jamie happily watched as the two of you were completely entangled in the heated kiss. Finally breaking for air, you ran your fingers through Jamie’s hair as he rested on your tummy and leaned your head onto Mako’s chest. The three of you, now relaxed and at ease with one another. A moment like this was one of the things you absolutely savored in life. It was really a time where you and the boys could just be lost in each other and just fall asleep in each other’s arms. You adore these moments, you wish you could stay like this for all eternity without a care in the world. Jamison broke the silence, however, by whispering; “You’re ours, ya hear me?” Hearing that sent chills up your spine, but you nodded your head and smiled, loving the idea of being owned by your two favorite men in the whole world. You then hear Mako add, “What’s ours is ours…Y/N…Property of Junkrat and Roadhog.”

[pandaioh]

Poly!RoadRat x ShyMuteFemale! Reader: Ra Ataahua

You were finally going to meet them, the two men whom you set up a casual shopping date with, were finally going to meet you. All the texting and holo vid sessions you had with them, and it still felt so unreal that you were finally going to meet them face to face. 

You walked in the bookstore, the store’s doorbell chimed merrily making aware of your presence and you as nervous as can be, dressed in a cute over sized pink sweater and a pink beanie to match. Along with a pair of skinny jeans and pink skater shoes. You also had an array of adorable pink glasses, rimmed perfectly around your pink eye shadowed eyes, with black eyeliner drawn perfectly. Your stomach felt ill of nervousness and excitement as your little digits hovered over the keypad of your phone. Your fingers tip-tapping away on the screen as you typed out your message.

Y/N: Ok I’m here you two. Where you at?

You casually strode by the collection of assorted books placed carefully by their sorted variety. From horror to romance, fiction to non fiction, cookbooks and “how to” guides, then came the manga. Your anxiety faded somewhat as you grinned up at the Japanese cartoons and their colorful covers. You heard your phone ring for a second time indicating that you had received a text message. Your anxiety sputtering back into your chest as you unlocked your phone and opened the text. It read as followed:

Junky&Roadie: Won’t be long, love. Just hang tight and we’ll be there in a jiffy. ;) <3

You smiled softly and texted back:

Y/N: Ok, just be careful, and don’t get into trouble! ;P

You placed your phone back into your pink Pachimari purse, and you walked along to your favorite section of the store; the art supplies.

At least, your anxiety can somewhat feel at ease being in an all too familiar surrounding. You gazed along the art books, and journals and then…the sketch books. Jackpot. You smiled as you grabbed the first one that you set your sights on. It had a smooth pastel rainbow color as the cover and you gingerly glided your fingers along the pleasant surface.

A few minutes had passed and finally another text tone rang and you picked up your phone, your heart almost stopping as you read the text. It read as followed.

Junky&Roadie: Arright lovey, we’re here. Where are you?

You took a deep breath and glided your fingers across the keys. You typed out;

Y/N: I’m in the art supplies…come find me. ;)

A few seconds later and your phone rang again, this time the text read;

Junky&Roadie: Gladly. We love a challenge. >;)))))

Your heart sputtered, doing flips in your chest at the playful threat of your second suitor. You put your phone back into your purse and continued along the art section, heart beating of anticipation. You looked through the empty pages of the sketch book still in your grasp to help place your mind at ease, thinking about what you could possibly draw in it.

More minutes passed and you still strode up and down the art section, awaiting your two dates to find you. You had your back turned and faced the supplies again when you could’ve sworn you heard the feint whispering of a stranger saying “There she is…swear that’s her, mate…swear it…” You did not turn from your position, too nervous and fearful of your anxiety bursting out of you. Your face had gone completely red as you heard the hissing whispers and heavy footsteps draw closer to you. You look down, pretending to be distracted by your pretty sketchbook yet again, and flipped the pages some more. You then noticed two giant shadows casting over your little one as you felt the presence of two tall strangers standing behind you.

“Found ya…”

You turned up to them, eyes widening and a nervous smile crossing your beat red face. Jamison and Mako, Junkrat and Roadhog, were standing right in front of you. Junkrat grinning wildly and giggling in manic fits as he glanced down at you. And Roadhog, his expression blank, thanks to his all too familiar hog-mask, but still tilting his head slightly as his expressionless eyes stared at you.

You waved your hand “hello”, lightly and tried to give direct eye contact to them, but found your nervousness and anxiety overwhelming you and turned your face away from them, giggling sweetly, face still beat red.

“Hiya darl, oh gosh you’re looking awfully ‘dorable in that pink little numbuh a yours…so excited to finally see you!..” As Junkrat reached out to embrace you, you gasped softly and took a step back, not ready or prepared for any physical affection just yet. Roadhog, picking up on your little distress, placed a hand in front of Rat and said softly. “Easy, Rat. Baby steps…”

Jamie looked up at his much taller companion, slightly put off, but understanding of your slight discomfort. He quickly placed one hand behind his head and his mechanical one in his pocket.

“Ah roight..roight, sorry bout that love. It’s just that, well I-! I mean, we’re so happy to finally see you. All done up and what not! Just look at cha!” Jamie said, eyes glancing up and down at your figure. “Yer a real knockout love...Any bloke would be real happy to have ya, I mean, look how happy ya made me!” Junkrat’s voice was still somewhat audible but uncharacteristically soft.

You let your defenses down slightly and took a few steps forward to the two junkers. Smiling bashfully, you still looked away, but not ignoring the confession of the lanky suitor. Jamie grinned widely as he saw his efforts didn’t go unnoticed. “Not ta mention, that awfully adorable smile ya got there, and that sweet lil giggle ya make when ya nervous and…aww yer cheeks are gettin awfully red there darl’…” He chuckled as he saw you quickly placed your face behind the need-to-purchase sketchbook, hiding the heavy blush that imprinted on your cheeks. You made a soft embarrassed squeal behind the book, making the two junkers chuckle all the more with you.

“Aww look Roadie, she’s gettin redder than a tomata, isn’t she the cutest, mate? What’d I tell ya? A real sweet sort she is, ain’t she?” His much taller companion nodded and gave the alabastor junker a thumbs up, a silent indication of approval.  

You finally looked up at your two junker dates, your face still beat red, but getting more acquainted and used to their presence. Junkrat noticing the book in your hands soon took notice of the cover.

“Oi lookit that, Roadie!” he exclaimed. “Lookit the lil sketchy book she’s got! Suits her don’tit? All cute and rainbowy like her! Hey, sweets, you want us to buy that for ya? We’ll getcha that for ya, misso! Hell, we’ll getcha all the cutesy lil trinkets and shit in this whole bookstore if ya like! We got the money, sweets. All ya gotta do is say the word, got it?” You shook your head quickly, taking some money out of your Pachimari purse, indicating that you had got it covered.

Junkrat raised his mechanical palm swiftly and said. “Now don’tcha worry ya pretty lil head about spendin ya hard earned loot, love. Leave the spendin to us, got it? We’re spoilin ya today, understand? We wanna take real good care of ya.”

He took the book from out of your palms and made a dash to the check-out register. Leaving you and Roadhog standing briefly alone together. Your hands shakily reaching your phone and typing away a message. Seconds later, Roadhog heard his phone go off and read the message. And it read;

Y/N:“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ll pay you both back! And I’m so sorry for not speaking. I’m really happy to see the both of you, I’m just really nervous and shy. I’m sorry.”  

Roadhog glanced down at you, unspeaking and quiet as usual. You look down at the floor, your thoughts clouding your brain with guilt and shame. Feeling that all to familiar sting of baby tears forming the side of your eyes. Suddenly, you felt an enormous palm graze your cheek softly, a large finger tucking under your chin and tilting your head up to his expressionless mask.

“No need for apologizing, toku aroha,” he said his voice a deep gentle grumble. “Let us take care of you, te rangatira.”

Your face flushed and you felt your cheeks burn more as the goliath junker’s words was placed on repeat in your mind. Not getting over just how completely calm and smooth he was being towards you. He then placed a few gentle pats on top of your head, a simple act of affection that perhaps wasn’t too overwhelming for you. You smiled self consciously and had seen that he was beginning to walk where his younger employer had ran off to. You quickly followed him, your face slowly but surely, regaining your soft complexion. When the both of you finally made it to the register, Junkrat was already starting to make a scene.

“Oi! Is there anyone workin ‘ere? Swear ya’lls useless as an ashtray on a motorbike!” Junkrat angrily slammed his hand down on the counter. Finally one of the store’s clerks finally got behind the counter presenting themselves in a dignified and professional manner. “Hi there, I can help you whenever you’re ready.” The clerk said almost too calmly. Junkrat frowned and replied “Been ready, ya drongo! Ya deaf or somethin!? I’m here to get this sketchy book for my girl over there! Real sweet and artsy sort she is. And ya keepin us from our little behind we got goin on. So ring us up and we’ll meander on out, yeah?”  

Before the clerk could retaliate with a smart remark, they soon took notice of the menacingly taller shadow above Junkrat. Roadhog was standing behind his younger cohort, looking down at the clerk, giving them a pretty decent spook.

“R-Right of course, I’ll take care of that right away, sir!” The clerk typed away at their register ringing up your newly purchased sketch book. You peeked from behind Roadhog’s tall and wide form and watched as the clerk placed your book in a plastic bag. “Here you are, sir,” they said and Junkrat yanked the carefully wrapped book out from the clerk’s hand. “Bout bloody time!” he yelled. He soon noticed you were right there behind him, feeling a little frazzled at what you witnessed.

“Oi, sorry bout that, love.” His voice changed from loud to soft within seconds the minute you were there. “Just a bunch of dills workin here me thinks.” He gave you a nervous grin, unknowing if you were actually still afraid of him. He gave you the plastic bag with your little prize inside. “There ya go, sweets. A labor of love it was…” You took the bag and giggled softly and the boys grinned at you full of enamor and relief. Hearing you giggle so sweetly just made the two of them melt simultaneously. Hopefully, this meant that you were warming up to them sooner than they thought.

“Well, now that that’s takin care of, how about we treat ya to a counter meal? Whatdayasay love? Ya feelin a bit hungry?” Junkrat asked smiling at you with that all too familiar grin he always had. You nodded your head and smiled up at him, your lip gloss shimmering as your lips curled. You hadn’t noticed, but Junkrat twitched and giggled his signature laughed. “Well then, let’s ditch this bodgy bookstore and treat ya somethin real nice!” The boys made their way up to the entrance until they’ve noticed that you weren’t following them. They turned to you expression changing slightly, until you took a step forward and reached both of your little hands out to them. Giving them the indication that it was okay to hold your hand. Junkrat gasped and smiled widely as he strode over to you taking your hand.

“Aww I knew you’d come around, darl’! Never fear, we’ll make sure you have big mobs of fun! Bloody oath!” You smiled as you saw your other suitor, Roadhog, take your other hand into his much bigger palms. You walked out of the store, with both boys holding your hands, and you absolutely feel as if you were on cloud nine. Because you practically were, being with the two men whom you’ve messaged and chatted with for months, were now here with you, catering to you and treating you to quite the charming little shopping date, treasuring you as if you were a princess.

But first things first, you three were going to get a meal. Jamie and Mako took you to an adorable pastel looking coffee shop, with a vintage floral theme to it. You inhale the sweet aroma of coffee beans and sweet pastries, and your tummy growled lowly, your hunger for something sweet.

The boys let you pick whatever you wanted, and you had decided to go with a small sandwich with a tall chocolate latte. The boys practically bought out the entire menu. For starters, they wanted to make sure you weren’t holding back on yourself and that you were eating, secondly, the food didn’t look like it could fill anyone’s appetite and lastly, Roadhog. You were getting stares from almost everyone in the shop, you looked down at your meal and felt self conscious about yourself. Mako looked down at your hardly eaten platter and then cast a glance over at his young employer, who was scarfing down one pastry after another. Mako really wanted to roll his eyes since sugar was the last thing Jamison needed, but his thoughts lingered more to you, concerned at how you barely touched your food. He extended his enormous hand and reached for your smaller one, taking it carefully caressing a large thumb over your knuckles.

“E aroha…” he started. “You’re not eating….” His voice wheezed softly and sounding somewhat perturbed.

You eyes were shifting to and fro at different corners of the café. Your expression softened again, your free hand holding your tummy as it made a more growling noise. Mako picked up on your hints and signs and noticed how you made small glances at the patrons watching the three of you. Roadhog elbowed Junkrat receiving a whine but grunted and eyed you as you nibbled on your sandwich, still on edge at the patrons watching you. Junkrat now picking up on the sudden uncomfort, omitted a low growl, and slammed his hands on the table.

“You dills and drongos better be about yer buisness! Our girl here, is gorgeous, loving! A real sweet and tender one, she is! So if you got somethin to say about us, especially her, come at me and Roadie with it, but it aint a smart idear to go up against us junkers!”

Everyone in the café went from staring at the three to bustle about their own respected meals, in fear of course. You were amazed at how Junkrat’s booming voice struck intimidation on anyone who dared crossed him, you couldn’t imagine how Roadhog would be. But you stared up at the wild lanky junker and grinned lightly. As he sat back down in his seat, he started to share his pastry sweets with you and sweet giggles escaped your lips as you bit into a red velvet cupcake. Mako leaned back in his seat, relieved that you were starting to eat again, whole heartedly. Jamison started babbling on about where they could visit next and you nod your head and continued eating and drinking down your chocolate latte.  

The rest of the date went by smoothly with little to no interruption. The three of them, with you wedged in the middle, had your hands full of shopping bags, full of miscellaneous items that had caught your eye and that the boys wasted little to no time purchasing for you. The sun began to set and draw a close on this eventful day, you and the boys made your way to the parking lot, a sudden wave of sadness hit you strongly as you realized that it was almost time for the three of you to part ways. You walked a little more slowly, wanting to etch these moments into your head for as long as you could. You three finally made it to where your friend would be picking you up and your stomach dropped as you saw the familiar car pulling into the parking lot. Junkrat was the first to break the depressing silence.

“Oi cheer up lovey, we can chat later on tonight when you get settled back home. Promise ya. H-hey don’t look so sad, we had a real fun day didn’t we?” He smiled softly. The both of you heard the sound of clicking and straps being unwound, you looked up and saw that Roadhog took off his mask, revealing his scarred face and pierced septum. He smiled down at you, and caressed your face with his giant hand and leaned into it, like an affectionate pet touch starved.

“Aroha nui matou ki a koe…” He recited in his native tongue. You finally had your walls come down, gesturing the two boys to come closer to you, they happily obliged and you did something completely unexpected for them; you embraced each junker with a big tender hug and placed a kiss on their lips individually. After that, and when your friend finally pulled up to the curb, you softly spoke;

“ ‘ank you…I lo’e you…”

You had gotten your things in your friends car and sat in the passenger side casting one more glance at the two who stood completely dumbfounded and absolutely enamored by you. Junkrat waving his fingers gently toward you and Roadhog smiling at you mouthing the words ‘I love you.’ with his fist on his heart. You and your friend finally drove away but even as they drove off you still couldn’t keep your eyes off your two boyfriends. You watched as the car pulled away and were no longer able to see them. You missed them already, you missed their touch and presence with you and you longed to stay with them. But you knew they had their duties to tend to and you had yours. Baby tears stung the side of your eyes as your love and missing grew stronger. But there would always be time for communication via holo vid or text messaging. But now, you and your boyfriends would have much more to discuss more places to explore and more adventures to trek on. The whole world would need to brace itself for the newly coupled trio; You and your two Junkers.