Sorry that I took me a bit to get this out to you, but I hope you enjoy it! Itâs smaller then most of my other works, but I hope there is another fluffy sfw sweetness <3
To say shopping for a bathtub that would fit both you and Roadhog was a pain in the ass was the understatement of the century. You adored his burly body and he adored how small you were, and sharing your nude forms in a bath was a huge relationship goal. There were many times that he washed you and you him, but it was always separate. Come hell or high water, you were going to get a big tub dammit! Even if you had to splice one together from scrap like some mad scientist. Junkrat suggested that you two just steal one, it wouldnât be a hard heist to pull off, but the idea of stealing somewhat diminished the pure romanticism of it all.
You first started at the cheap retail stores, looking at premade tubs and jacuzzis, but none of those were very durable. Next came the higher end premade installations, but they were almost to fancy; like limestone or marble. Eventually you and Roadhog decided that making your own bathtub might be fun and it would add to the uniqueness of the project. Junkrat insisted the homemade tub comes with a grenade launcher. Luckily, Roadhog said no.
You and the junkers went to scrap yards, buying lumber and metal and scrap needed to create what you envision in your head. As a trio, you spent weeks building our own custom bathtub. By the end of it all, the tub could have been mistaken as a little pool and was proudly made in the shape of a piggy. The pigâs four little legs were the supports to hold it up and the tail was designed to spiral into a hot water heater. By far, it was one of the most adorable things you have even seen!
Roadhog was a bit more outwardly calm as he looked upon the tub, but inside he was as giddy as you. His grow grew as you stripped right there and then, hopping inside the empty basin and grinned up at him with blushing pride. He joins you and there are many splash fights, bubble sculpture contests, and tickle wars had; always splashing out water in your joy - but that's okay. Thereâs always more water.
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You are Australian in the fallout of the omnium explosion, you gotta live day to day, then Junkers happen and suddenly you have people to watch your back. also you have a name now enjoy ^_^
Words: 1876, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)
Rating: imma say M, potential nsfw themes
Warnings: Mention of death, some swearing, mention of sexual acts
Categories: fluff, could become nsfw havenât decided yet
Two words that were over and over in Makoâs brain as he silently watched you while simultaneously âlisteningâ to Jamie go on and on about setting off some bombs here and there and making off with as much as they could carry tomorrow morning. You were propped up on an elbow still blinking sleep from your eyes, when you had finally seemed to wake up enough to realise what was happening you had exchanged some words with the person next to you, Mako didnât like that, he knew what the two of you were talking about, hell he knew what everyone in the camp was whispering âJunkrat and Roadhog the number one cause of death and destruction in the outbackâ not that he was complaining that the entire camp was terrified, it allowed them peace and quiet, no one in their right mind would disturb them and Mako might finally get some sleep, if Jamie ever shut up that is.
But here you were across from the both of them, all tucked up cosy like, Makoâs heart could barely take it, you were adorable and Mako had no problem admitting to himself that cute things were the best, he loved little pigs, soft toys and cute things just because he was the towering death of the outback didnât mean he couldnât enjoy the softer things life had to offer.
 He hadnât realised he had been staring until your eyes locked with his, well you had actually just noticed his mask was pointed in your direction, and the look on your face changed, you suddenly looked terrified, like you were ready to run. He was used to this, heâd see someone adorable and then frighten them off before he ever got the chance to speak to them, not this time though, he thought, he had to do something that wouldnât frighten you. Before he knew what he was doing he gave an enthusiastic âthumbs upâ.
 Your face had changed again to confusion this time, until you returned the gesture with a small hint of a smile on your mouth after a short time you settled back down and seemed to fall asleep.
 âI see what youâre lookinâ at Hog, sheâs cute, you like cute heheheheheâ
 Roadhog hadnât even noticed Junkrat had stopped talking until he started again, to be fair Hog put Ratâs voice in the category of fuzzy background noise now, only really listening when the words âmoneyâ and âheistâ were thrown in.
 ââŠâŠ.â
 âMaybe we should go talk to uhâ, I think sheâs pretty too yâknowâ
 âGo to sleepâ
 âYeah yaâ right mate, sleep now, talk to the pretty girl and explode stuff tomorrowâ
 Junkrat added enthusiastic finger guns for emphasis, Roadhog just lay down and let his eyes close he was going to make the most of not having to build their fire tonight, eventually he heard Junkrat settle down beside him and finally drifted off to sleep. Â
 It was just beginning to get light when you woke up it must have been about 6am, judging by the movement around the camp people seemed eager to be getting going, you knew why of course the two Junkers would surely let off some bombs and Molotov cocktails before they left, best to be out with the early crew. You sat up and began folding your blanket to put back into your bag, glancing across to where the Junkers had slept for the night you saw Roadhog still asleep but Junkrat was gone, oh shit no wonder people were bee-lining for their vehicles.
 âMorninâ love whatchya got in the bag huh?â
 The voice next to you was far too close and you only managed to choke down your scream knowing who the voice belonged to but the look on your face mustâve given away how startled you actually were, turning your body to face him you found yourself locked eyes with Junkrat who was crouching beside you with his face far too close to yours, personal space certainly wasnât a requirement in outback society but always appreciated, this kid obviously didnât care for it.
 âNot much of a talker huh? Thatâs okay listen I wanna ask ya somethinâ yeah?â
 ââŠyeahâ
 âHA! She does talk! Me names Junkrat nice taâ meet yaâ
 he extended a metal hand and reluctantly you returned yours for a firm handshake.
 âTrigger, nice ta meet you tooâ
 you couldnât decide if the smile on his face was a good or bad sign, never the less you smiled back just as enthusiastically until you realised youâd been shaking hands for longer than intended to abruptly letting go.
 âSo anyways me nâ Hog wa thinkinâ that maybe you need some company travelling to wherever ya goinâ hmmm?â
 Oh shit, this had happened to you before, people offer protection on the road for favours which nearly always had something to do with your body, what if you said no, would they just kill you right now? Oh shit you were taking too long to answer oh god now youâre sweating oh shit the look on your face must have given away your thought process
 âHey hey calm down love, this is a legit offer, no sex required, although if you do got any water or food it wouldnât go unappreciated whaddya say?â
 âummmmmâŠâŠ. well IâŠ. uhhhhhhhâ
 You hadnât noticed the heavy footsteps behind you, it was when you heard the heavy breathing that you turned again to see Roadhog standing behind you; his stature was intimidating and coupled with the fact that you were all of 5 ft something and still sitting you were sure that if he wanted to he could crush you beneath one big boot.
 âAHHHH HOGGY I SEE YOUâRE UP I WAS JUST MAKING FRIENDS!â
 Junkratâs voice yelling pretty much in your ear made you jump yet again, as if it wasnât enough that you were already so on edge, you could feel your anxiety creeping up in your chest making your lungs tight and your heart beat even faster. You looked back up at Roadhog and attempted the same smile youâd given him last night, you knew that there was fear in your eyes and trying to hide it was borderline painful. Roadhog only continued to stare down at you with his head tilted slightly until you were almost violently grabbed by your shoulders and forced to turn back to face Junkrat.
 âSo! Whatâs the answer? You want some protection or what?â
 âRat!â
 Roadhogâs voice silenced Junkratâs immediately and judging by Junkratâs face you gathered that Roadhog couldnâtâve been too happy with the conversation.
 âIâm sorry miss, Rat lets goâ
 âAWWWW!!! Câmon Hog! I was jusâ beinâ nice!â
 You thought about your options as Roadhog grabbed Junkratâs good arm about to drag him away. Oh god what were you getting yourself into
 âHey wait!â your voice was shaky and just loud enough for both of them to hear
 ââŠâŠ...ummmm actually I wouldnât mind some road protection, and I do also have some spare food and water that I can pay you withâ
 you were sure Junkratâs face was almost splitting with how wide his smile was, Roadhog however still had his back to you but he had stopped, you slowly stood up and began to walk towards the two; Roadhog let go of Ratâs am and the smaller scrambled to his foot as Roadhog turned to you. Before you knew what was happening Junkrat had his arm around your shoulders leading you towards the vehicles area.
 âOh this is gonna be great! Donât you worry yaâ pretty little head weâre the best of the best ainât no one gonna mess with yaâ while youâre with us!â
 Roadhog watched as Rat lead you past him, he was going to kill his boss later Junkrat was impulsive and Hog really would have preferred to know how many weapons you had before offering anything, still, you were pretty small and if push came to shove Hog could surely snap your neck real quick before you did any damage, plus you did look pretty scared of them so he figured you wouldnât even try anything, and not that heâd ever admit it to Rat but he was kindaâ happy that youâd taken the offer.
 As you reached the area youâd parked your bike the night before you saw an empty space where your bike had previously been parked
 âWHAT THE FUCK SOMEONE TOOK MY BIKE! WHO THE HELL STOLE MY SHIT!?â glancing around you saw people looking away from you, you realised you were still standing with Junkrat and Roadhog, of course no one was going to talk, not with those two there.
 âHey hey calm down love its fine, you can still ride with us its all good, weâll find ya a place to get a new bike yeah?â
 You turned to Junkrat with tears threatening to spill over, you couldnât believe it, youâd had that bike since you could remember and now it was just gone.
 âCâmonâ
 You heard Roadhogâs deep voice and felt his massive hand on your shoulder and turned you towards their bike. It was huge! And of course a Hog, call the junkers what you would you couldnât deny they didnât have good taste. You watched as the smaller junker bounded to the bike and practically dived into the side car fidgeting until he seemed to get comfortable.
 âCâmon câmon! letsgoletsgoletsgo!â
 Roadhog and yourself walked over to the bike and as Roadhog sat down you wondered where you would fit, there didnât look like much room left on there.
 âuhhhh where will I sit?â your voice was quiet and sheepish
 They both looked at you before Roadhog scooched forward and pat the seat behind him, you lifted your leg over the bike and did your best to get comfy, there wasnât a great deal of room and you felt kind of squished, as Roadhog started up the engine it roared load and intimidating, just like the hog himself, it was much more powerful than any bike you had ever ridden and it did startle you a bit, you ended up throwing your arms around Roadhog before you really realised what you were doing feeling the man tense under your touch you loosened your grip, you muffled out a sorry that was far too soft to reach anyoneâs ears under the loud rumble of the bike, you did however manage to pick up a âHold on tightâ from Roadhog before the bike tore out of the campsite.
 You sure were holding on for dear life as Junkratâs manic laughter could be heard next to you in the side car, you turned to face him and saw he had a detonator in his hand, thank crap youâd taken their offer, Junkrat turned to you and you saw the malicious smirk that was now on his face before he slammed his thumb down on the red button; and here you thought the bike was loud, behind you was the sound of multiple explosions detonating in succession, looking back to Junkrat you saw him laughing hysterically again, you hug tighter to Roadhog as you try to shake the thought that this was definitely going to be how you die.
You are Australian in the fallout of the omnium explosion, you gotta live day to day, then Junkers happen and suddenly you have people to watch your back.
Words: 1213, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)
Rating: T? i guess?
Warnings: Mention of death, some swearing but not heavy
The rumble of your dirt bike between your legs while you made your way down one of the vast emptied roads of the outback made you feel safe, having had this bike since you were a kid and when the omnium blast had hit it was the only thing that had been your source of transportation. You had heard about people who had accepted rides when hitchhiking and you had no intention of meeting their fate, whether they had been stripped of their belongings and left for dead or actually killed, and sometimes even eaten, meat was hard to come by in the outback and some people were desperate enough to get down to the nitty gritty, thus your bike was the most important thing in your life.
 Squinting to see through the film of dust that covered your goggles as you drove you saw the light was beginning to get low, you would soon have to make a decision on if youâd stop, find shelter and camp somewhere by yourself, find a Traderâs camp where the people actually respected the rules of the camp, or keep driving through the night which could be dangerous as Junkers and Raiders tended to be more active when the sun went down, easier to get the jump on people in low light.
 You looked down to your fuel tank, not too bad but definitely could use more gas, wouldnât make it till morning if you kept driving. That settles it, the next traders camp would be a good hour and a half along the road, they were situated every 100 ks or so, giving you time to prepare yourself for the many people who would no doubt want whatever goods you had on you unfortunately that also included you. Being a woman in the radiated shit land that Australia had become was by no means easy, you had to be quick
 âkill emâ before they get their cock outâ
 That was your motto and it hadnât failed you yet, and yes the situation had presented itself on more than one occasion, leaving you with a nice full duffle bag of money, food, water and anything else shiny that would either just go to waste or be scavenged by the next person to stumble across the body, waste not want not.
 When you reached the camp it was just on dark, pulling up you parked your bike with the cars and motorbikes that belonged to the Traders, Junkers and Raiders already set up for the night. Taking off your goggles and bandanna that covered your face while riding allowed you to breathe the mostly clean air, your hair greasy and dusty at the same time, god you hated upkeep of it, but you just couldnât bear to shave it off as so many did in the wasteland, adjusting your duffle bag on your shoulder you made sure your knife was easily accessible just in case, no harm right. First things first you had to find a place to set up for the night, somewhere not to secluded but somewhere that you werenât going to get assaulted.
 This was a camp you had stopped at before the last time you had travelled this way and the permanent Traders here had seemed to enforce the âno murder, thieving or rapeâ rule so that was a plus, good camps were hard to find, many of the NSW ones were just a straight up no thank you.
 As you moved through the camp the Traders began their spiels,
 âCLEAN WATER OVER HERE!â
 âCANNED FOOD CHEAP GET IT NOW BEFORE IT SELLS OUT!â
 âSPARE PARTS FOR BIKES, CARS AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN!â
 âOIL AND FUEL COME AND GET IT!â
 Aha! Fuel there it is, you made your way over to that particular traderâs set up, he had jars of grimy looking petrol but hey, you werenât going to get it better anywhere else, not around these parts anyways.
âOh hello miss what are you looking for? Each jar costs two water bottles and a can of foodâ
the man looked as if he would be able to punch his fist all the way through your head and out the other side if he felt like it, but he was friendly so you decided what the heck, sure you could have gotten it cheaper at another stall but eh, you were tired.
âunleaded thanksâ you say opening your bag, fortunately you had water and food to spare, well that was kind of a lie, but you could go without for a few days when you ran out in a week or so, or if you were lucky hit a good scavenge.
 The man took the payment quickly inspecting the goods you had so willingly handed over, when he was confident that the payment hadnât been tampered with in some way he handed you a bottle and wished you a nice night, ah shit, maybe you had just made yourself a target for a stab nâ grab.
 You headed over to one of the fire pits that litter the site, this side of the camp seemed to be mostly people like yourself, just passing through, didnât want no trouble, head down kinda people. Sitting by the fire you searched through your bag for your blanket, it was old and worn but still would keep you warm on a cold night.
 Laying down you propped your head against your bag, the camp was busy and there were people singing songs and talking, it was a welcomed background noise though, you felt safe as you closed your eyes and waited for sleep to come.
 It wasnât the noise that woke you, it was the quiet, the entire camp seemed to be silent except for a low thudding sound that was almost shaking the ground. Cracking one eye open you realised that all the people who were still awake were staring at something, rubbing the sleep from your eyes you realised that it was a someone that everyone seemed to be mesmerised, a giggle and a grunt alerted you to the fact that it was more than one someone. The two figures moved through the camp until they reached the fire pit that you had lay down at.
 âAhhhhh this looks like a good spot!â you heard one of them say, slowly your eyes adjusted and you could properly see the two figures on the opposite side of the fire to you
Slowly you looked the two men up and down, the fire providing an orange glow, one of them was scrawny, typical for the outback, missing an arm and a leg it looked like, he was now muttering something hushed to the other one who was with him you couldnât make out exactly what he was saying but you did hear the word bomb a few times, great! That really made you feel safe and secure here. The other one, holy shit, he was huge! must be at least seven-foot-tall, and he was wearing a mask, again, unsettling. Hold on you though to yourself looking at the mask again and then at his pot belly, sure enough your suspicions were confirmed, looking for clarification you gestured to the person beside you.
 âHey are they?â
 âYeah, Junkrat and Roadhogâ
 âWell shitâ you stammer under your breath before turning your attention back to the Junkers who were no less than ten feet away. They seemed to be unaware of all the eyes on them, chatting, well it was actually just Junkrat chatting until you realised that Roadhog had apparently turned his attention to you. You stared for a moment like a rabbit caught in headlights, the eyes of his mask reflecting the fire that acted as a barrier between you and them, oh god you were terrified, this is it, this is how you die, youâve offended Roadhog by making eye contact and now heâs going to crush your head between his boot and the pavement, or maybe Junkrat would force feed you a bomb and detonate it, youâd heard the stories, how many of them were true you had no idea, but you were sure as hell didnât want to find out.
 You were mapping out an escape route that would lead past your bike when Roadhog grunted, you werenât sure if it was for intimidation or not, it kind of sounded like a muffled chuckle, then to your surprise you were given thumbs up by the behemoth of a man. This was certainly not the turn of events you had expected, but holy shit it was a welcome one, you returned the gesture with a thumbs up of your own and even threw in a little smile, not even realising that Junkrat seemed to have missed the entire thing and was still chatting away to himself, okay, this was fine, you werenât going to die tonight, it would be okay. You gave one more smile to Roadhog before settling back down to sleep, you silently hoped that you would in fact wake up in the morning.