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My heart is chained to yours; a Junkrat and Roadhog fanfiction

Chapter 4

Preview

“Yeah but uuuuuuggggghhhh gaaahhhh bleehhhh, such a fuckin pain to start.”

We enter the customer service area, which is also the main entrance but that doesn’t matter, and the lady who owns the Hyundai Sonata sits in the row of chairs set up along the entry doorway. Both Holland and I slouch against the front desk to spit her the news. With his arms crossed, Holland looks solemnly at the lady.

"Excuse me, ma'am, do you have anyone to pick you up?”

Petrified, the woman's eyes widen as she touches her hair, stroking it like a cat.

“W-why? What seems to be the problem, sir?

“Your car ran out of blinker fluid. Ow-”

My cocky smile was wiped off by Holland cocking me in the back of my noggin.

“Don’t mind him, ma’am, your car has traces of water mixed with your oil.

Halting her strokes, she tightly grasps her hair.

"O-oh gosh, that's terrible, I recently took my car to get an oil change. I had a bad feeling when I had to pay around 16000-"

Unslouching, my face twists in absolute horror as I grab my head.

"16000 DOLLARS!? FOR AN OIL CHANGE!?"

The lady looks at me annoyed, shooting daggers with her eyes.

"Rupees…"

Sliding my hands off my head, they still linger in the air as I stare at her concerned.

“Like the jewels from Legend of Zelda? No fuckin way they charged you the currency of Hyrule!!!”

Gritting her teeth, she’s pissed off.

“...the currency of India.”

Standing my whole body straight, I look away deeply embarrassed.

"Sorry..."

Holland takes control of the conversation and hands a clipboard to the lady.

"Here, just write your name and phone number at the bottom. This is going to be pocket gouging since we could be replacing a lot of rusted parts, if not the whole engine. So if you need any help paying, I can stick in a couple of dollars. By the way, you never answered if you have a ride or not."

Taking a deep breath, she takes a minute to answer while she writes her information on the clipboard.

"I can call an Uber driver so I have a ride. I also have the money to cover the parts so that’s no sweat."

A sigh of relief escapes me as I leave to start working on the car. She might think I’m some rude jerk off but I still give a damn about her.

Unsure of where to start, I take out a wrench set and try to decide which one to take while Holland strolls in. Lifting my head, I turn to face him.

"So what's her name sir?"

"Satya Vaswani."

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My heart is chained to yours; a Junkrat and Roadhog fanfiction

Chapter 8

Preview

Running over as fast as possible, I slid just to the porch like how a race car drifts a corner, kicking up a cloud of dust behind me. Walking in I take off my shoes and just stand at the door awkwardly.

"Sit down Jamison, I'm just fixing you up a bowl"

The table is wide and tall with steep chairs to accommodate Mako’s big size. I’m practically a little kid who was finally allowed to sit at the adult table instead of the high chair.

"S-so um, Mako what's for grub?"

Pouring something into a bowl, his big hands handling everything with care. His expression focused, he must've put a shit ton of effort into this meal. When Mako is finished filling the bowl, he walks over to me and places the bowl down. With his big frame looming over me I can feel my mouth getting dry, my heart racing as he draws closer. My soul carnally craves every fiber of his being all over me.

"Want anything to drink?"

"U-uh yeah, water is fine."

I look into the bowl, stew? Swirling my finger into the mixture and taste it.

"O-oh fuck."

"What? Is something wrong?"

"THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD WHAT THE FUCK!!!!"

Standing from my oversized chair to look inside the bowl, eyes fixated, unable to comprehend the hot soothing sensation in my mouth. Mako slides over my cup of water while placing a bun in the stew.

"WHAT IS THIS!?"

"Use your inside voice and sit down then I'll tell you. Also, your spoon is right there, use it."

Seated in my chair, desperately needing the knowledge on why this stew is so good!!!

"Want me to get you some pillows to sit on or something? You look quite small."

"Yeah, sure."

Before I could say anything, he already got 2 pillows. Rinsing only my butt to let him put the pillows down, the smell of Mako’s cologne overwhelms my senses. Next thing I know my hand on his head, running my fingers through his soft silver hair.

"J-Jamison…you’re um…"

“...Mako!!! I-i um, I’m sorry!!! I was in a haze then suddenly-”

“Pfft it’s fine, just caught me by surprise. A warning next time would be nice.”

"Well um, your hair is soft. What hair products do you use?"

He stands up and looks away blushing under his mask.

"Just… whatever is on clearance."

Sitting across from each other, the table and chairs don't affect Mako’s size. Looks like an average person, he must've got these custom or something.

"So what's in the stew?"

"I had some leftover tofu and I made some stew out of it. Threw in celery, carrots, peas, basil, brown sugar and simmered it on low heat for the day."

"Wait, you're vegan?"

"Not exactly, just went through a vegan phase. B-but I try to find meat that is ethically sourced but sometimes I get some fast food or buy a steak from the grocery store that's on sale."

"Hmmm."

The need to keep devouring my stew is overtaking me, it's so fucking amazing!!! It's like how in the movies, mothers make heartwarming meals. My entire body feels warmed, has Mako always been such a good cook?

"So Jamison, how do you see our relationship?"

With a dazed expression, I perk up from my dinner.

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