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kirby-derb · 25 days ago

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Te...teehee? I dunno what I would name this so I'm going to call it

Grinding Gears

Summary thingy: As a mechanic in the undercity you had often found yourself with some rather odd jobs, fixing up a bomb, and bio-weapons, though you were never quite ready to ask for an arm. Though you did love a challenge. Now years after you still find yourself looking for parts.

Pairings Ig? Reader x Sevika, Jinx is in here but she's like 14 so she and reader got a fun little friend/mentor dynamic

“How good are you at artificial limbs?”

That…wasn’t a new question per say, though it was an odd situation.

One moment you were sitting in your shop fixing up what remained of someone’s prized gun and the next you wake up and you’re in some dingy room, eye’s not yet adjusted to the lack of light or the burning sensation in the back of your head. As you try to get your bearings you hear the question asked again, this time you see someone step from the darkness that surrounds you.

You knew this one, somewhat. “Silco? You’re one of Silco’s men. Holy fucking-” You try to sit up in the chair only to find your hands were tied behind you, so you yell into the darkness, “SILCO WHAT THE FUCK MAN? I am just your number one supplier and this is the thank you I get? Well fuck you too!”

As if on cue the man you were screaming for came out from the darkness, his steps slow as he looked at you, the same unreadable expression across his face. However, what caught your attention was the little girl that trailed behind her, so you stare at the little thing for a moment, and he must have caught on to your staring because he spoke again. “Answer the question.”

Your eyes flicker up to him and then back to the little girl, who stood behind him as if he was some shield, better than the man you knew him to be. “Since when-nevermind. Limbs? Uh,” You tilt your head back, eyes staring at the ceiling, only looking forward when a droplet of water snapped you out of the trance and you look back to him, “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I mean I don’t know until I’m staring at what I’m supposed to fix, how much is left? Nerves, muscle, bone, I don’t know what to fix if I can’t see the fuck up.” You grumble out, eyes pretty much on the little girl alone, the bright blue hair in a neat french braid and clothes a bit too big for her- but they were new. Poor thing looked terrified. The silence crept in and you look back to Silco, “Does this have to do with the explosion on-”

“We are not talking about that.” He interpreted, leaning over to one of the men, whispering something you couldn’t quite catch.

“Copy that, fuckface.” You smile when he shoots you a glare, and you adjust in the chair again, “Gonna let me go? Cause ya know, I do need my hands to actually do my job.”

Maybe to your surprise, or dismay, he nudged the little girl forward, her trembling hands holding a set of keys. Her steps tripping over the other, eyes set on you as if you would pounce on her the second she looked away, you wanted to say something, anything- maybe because you knew what it felt like to be scared and alone, to be forced to trust a person she would grow up and realize she shouldn’t have. But you keep your mouth shut, hearing the cuffs unlock and you wait for the little girl to retreat back to her safe inner circle before you look at Silco again. The look in your eyes saying a thousand words, and he seemed to catch on, as he only looked at you for a moment before looking away.

You and Silco had been partners since before he became….Silco, you were younger than the rest of the group back then, taken under the wing. Yet since the rebellion and the deaths of the innocent, you had drifted from friends to mildly cordial business partners. As your talents included fixing just about anything that needed to be fixed and an inordinate ability to talk your way out of any situation, that and a few Higher up on topside seemed to be hung up on you, so it made shipments easy. You clear your throat as you slowly move to stand, “Tell me about the job.”

“It’s a prosthetic, it needs to be fully functional. Arm, there’s nothing till the shoulder.”

“We have a doctor monitoring her condition, she’s stable.” Silco slowly sits down in a chair, the little girl that seemed to follow him sitting down by his feet. “How much do you want?”

If your jaw wasn’t on the floor the pure shock and distaste in your eyes was obvious, you blink a few times, “I can make a prosthetic, easy peasey; but a fully functional one? Do you realize the writing and the time and the-shit man, that fucker would be heavy-”

“She can handle it.”

The next words on your lips fade and you suddenly realize what was missing from this whole picture, the huge lack of the person you probably would’ve noticed first. With a small tilt of your head you whisper, “Where is she?”

Your breathing was slow, your eyes watching him move but nothing else in your body would move, “I-...” The words were in your throat but nothing else would speak, “I…Let me see her.”

“I can’t do that.”

You spin on your heel and look at him, words coming out as venom, “Let me see her or I am going to charge so high your fucking daughter will still be paying your fucking debt after I kill you.”

“Which. Room?”

“It is not a good-”

“Which room?”

“She’s drugged up-”

“Second on the left.”

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You considered yourself to be a very controlled and easy going woman, you didn’t do things on a spur of the moment emotion and you had a tendency to do the wrong thing simply because the right thing would mean you would have to acknowledge some emotion you were trying to ignore. However, as you sat in that uncomfortable chair staring at that infuriating, stubborn, cocky and just overall horrible woman, all you could do is act on the emotions in your chest. The nail bed on your left hand picked raw and your eyes so focused on the rise and fall of her chest, words harsh whenever someone would get too close.

“You’re a doctor?”

The poor man looked even more scared than the little girl, his hands and legs shackled together, eyes holding that lovely topsider gleam. Though it was slowly fading, as Zaun would probably do that to a person. The scrubs he wore were dirty from probably being forced down here for days on end, and his family was probably already grieving. Awful that you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “Emergency medicine.”

The harsh gaze was then fixed on him, “How is she?”

“The blast cartigized the wound, so I am not worried about any blood loss, I am just making sure it doesn’t get infected…as this or the supplies I’m given are exactly sterile-” he looked back to you and then cleared his throat, “You undercity people are very scary, you are aware of this?”

“You think I’m scary? Wait till Sev wakes up.” You scoff out a laugh, leaning back in the chair and then you tilt your head with a small sniffle that would never admit to be your attempt to keep the tears from your eyes. “Vitals though…stable?”

The man nodded to your words, “Heart Rate is a little slow, but I gave her meds for the pain and they can cause that, BP is good, she’s on room air…like I said, I’m just wanting to make sure it doesn’t get infected.” He cleared his throat after a moment, going to grab another bag of saline, “And you are to the Patient? I mean, HIPPA doesn’t exist here but I still-”

“Fuck-buddy.” You snip out, giving him a look, after all- that was just about all you could summarize your relationship. “Really friendly fuck-buddies.” He looked utterly flabbergasted by your reply so you continued, “You don’t have those in topside? You Piltie’s too good for a ol fashioned good time?” You giggle to his stammering reply brushing off the words, “Anyway, when will she wake up?”

As if on cue the voice of the woman that had swallowed up your entire reality came through the someone silence of the room, “Hard to sleep with your yapping.”

To say you were on your feet within a second would be the understatement of the century, and you slowly approach the bed, trying to laugh the worry across your expression away, though that was a febrile attempt. “My bad, my bad, I’ll keep my trap shut.” You had seen Sevika hurt more times than you care to admit, and you were used to the grimacing look of pain she very often had on her face- though nothing quite compared to the look that was currently cursing your eyes.

She probably could probably see the way your eyes took in her state, the way your eyes never focused on one spot for too long and how your breathing was faster than her own, how you held your hands to your chest. “It doesn’t hurt.” She tried to comfort, though the grunt she gave as she tried to sit up did nothing but the opposite.

On instinct your hand carefully moves to her shoulders, touch ghostly against the bandaged one, “Let-lets not sit up, huh. Gotta get that fixed up so I can get ya a new arm, mm?”

Sevika stared at you for a moment, maybe the drugs were messing with her impulse control, “Smart and pretty. Gonna get me a new arm and then what, marry me?”

You blink and then look to the doctor, “What the fuck did you give her?”

The doctor looked like he might just drop dead from a heart attack, “Just basic painkillers.”

“So she’s…high?”

She stared up at you for a long moment, sure, drugs could mess with her perception of things but she was still very much in control of what she said- somewhat, that’s what she liked to tell herself, plus- right now? She could say just about anything and face no repercussions for it, as- after all- she was just ‘high’. “You called me pretty.”

Sevika interjected in the conversation, “No, I’m not.”

You look back down at her, your frown ever so evident on your face, “You are, pretty girl. Very very high.”

“I did, didn’t I?” You say quietly, vision growing a bit blurry the longer you looked at her, carefully brushing your fingers across her face, taking in every last cut or burn that wasn’t there the last time you saw her, “I’m afraid I just happen to care about you enough to think you’re pretty.”

“Don’t cry,” her words were hushed, her hand coming to cover yours, “It’s not bad enough for you to cry, sunshine.”

You sniffled up what you considered to be something unrelated to tears and you scrunched up your face in distaste, “You quite literally lost your arm, as-as your-...” You falter, “As someone who cares about you, I think I have a right to be a little worried.”

“You don’t have a title.”

“You’re right,” She said in reply, her eyes met yours as she moved her hand to the nape of your neck.

“I….am?” That was first, normally once Sevika found a hill she liked she would die on it, figuratively and quite literally. After all she just lost her arm for a hill that was bound to crumble and swallow her whole eventually, though everyone else but her could see that.

Huh? Oh.

“Yeah, I don’t and…and that’s okay, that-that's how you like it, baby,” You were trying to remind her, before she said something that not…high out of her mind version of Sevika would resent you later for, “That’s how you like it.”

She grunts, “No it’s not.”

“It is. You just can’t remember.”

“I remember just fine,” She said harshly, her eyes meeting yours, she almost seemed disgusted with your attempts to deny whatever affection she was trying to show, “And you’re my girl, you know that.”

“I do know that.”

“And I-”

“And you’re my pretty lady, toughest one in all of the undercity- now cmon, you should rest, yeah? I got that…gotta get your arm ready for you.” You look to the doctor, “If I hear you so much as as poke her wrong-”

“My life is over, I will…I’ll die.” He interjected, eyes wide.

“Atta boy.”

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“I don’t understand why it won’t go off.” Powder- or Jinx? Had grumbled from her spot beside your workbench. You weren’t sure which was the girl's name, so you had referred to calling her ‘kiddo’ seemed like an appropriate name, even though the girl was closer to fourteen. The girl was good with machines, as you noticed from your inordinate amount of time spent with Silco.

A moment passes before you stabilize the hextech core, a relatively new technology that you were still trying to grasp, and you pull away, lifting up your visor so look at the small device she was working on. With a small hum you motion for her to sit beside you and she did, setting the device in front of you, bright colors painted along it. Carefully you pick it up, spinning the circular device around and then you look at the girl, who had her head in her hands, watching you.

“Well, um, kiddo- what is it supposed to do?”

“Go boom.” When she saw your unamused expression she spoke again, “Explode.”

“Ah.” You set the device down a bit further away from you, “What type of explosion are we talkin about? Cause i’ve seen the color bombs you put on Sev-”

Powder grins broadly at the mention, “I remember. Heard it scared the shit out of you.”

“It wasn’t exactly fun to have bright neon pink all over the room-” You stop your words and clear your throat, “Wasn’t fun, kiddo. If you wanna play a prank gotta cue me in on it. Gonna give me a heart attack, kay?”

“Mmkay.” She chirps and then nudges the device back to you, “Fix it?”

You frown as you take the device back, the thick gloves not doing you any favors, so you take one of them out and take off one of the shells of it, looking inside- it took about a millionth of a second to see what was wrong- but you had also been doing this for a while. So you hum, “Ya know I-” You were cut from your train of thought when you heard the door open, and you only gave a quick glance behind you before you knew who it was. “Actually, kiddo, it’s all you, you’re smart. Find what’s wrong and then tell me, and I’ll show you how to fix it.”

The girl groaned dramatically as you swung around on the bench, bending to where she saw everything upside down to see you walk towards Sevika, “Oh gross, I think this is much more interesting than your cripple girlfriend-uck!”

You turned Sevika away from the girl before she had the chance to make some snip back, practically dragging her over to the other workbench. Once you thought you were a safe distance from Powder, at the very least where the girl wouldn’t have an easy time eavesdropping, you spoke. Crossing your arms over your chest as you look up at her, “I figure this isn’t a social call.”

Your words were confirmed when she reached over to the prosthetic, which till that point was covered by a hood, the model that took you two months to build, and set it down on the counter. To that your eyes go between her and the now ruined piece of machinery, your mouth slightly agape.

“Ooooh Sevika broke your arrrrm, is she in the dog house? She’s so in the dog house.” Powder chipped from the banister above the workbench, how she got there, neither of you knew.

Sevika, for once, ignored the girl and looked back to you, “Have I mentioned I like the-whatever you changed about your hair? I like it.”

Your eyes slowly go to her, “I didn’t change my hair.”

“You didn’t? Fuck.”

“It’s just down.”

“It’s pretty down, very…pretty.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It just stopped working.”

“Before or after you chose to beat someone’s skull in, like I told you not to do because I didn’t place the titanium there yet because the shipment wasn’t in? Did it stop working after you didn’t listen to me, Sevika? Cause yeah, I wouldn’t doubt it, because maybe- as the mechanic, the designer and everything else for this revolutionary piece of machinery, I know what I’m talking about.”

There was a silence as you looked at what you consider to be your girlfriend, though titles were never really discussed- hell you fought like an old married couple but everything else was like a newlywed. You cross your arms over your chest as she looks down at you, as if daring her to explain herself.

“Yeah it happened after that. Just fix it, sunshine.” She said after a moment, quickly pressing a kiss to the top of your head before she turned, “Come on, Jinx. Silco wants you.”

Powder dropped down onto the desk in front of you, looking up at you as if she was about to ask to stay but she then slid off of the metal and walked to catch up to Sevika, grabbing her satchel and running off into the darkness.

With a huff of a laugh you look back to the prosthetic, quickly taking out the load of shimmer that was perfectly placed in the chamber that took you longer than it should to place there and you carefully set it down. The shimmer was unfortunately a needed aspect for the functionality for the device, as without it the connection port and the device would be pressing against the remaining muscle, the nerves, and it would be…agonizing. As you had quickly realized after trying the first prototype. As the shimmer seemed to give the body the last level of adrenaline and…and it numbed it just enough so the pain wouldn’t be overwhelming.

It seemed that the shimmer was the only thing intact from the original prosthetic. And you weren’t sure how to feel about that.

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“You what?” Sevika almost laughed out when she heard you speaking, trying to take off her boots as she sat on your bed. Her small laugh died as she saw the seriousness in your stare and you adjusted the corset like top.

You look in your reflection, your skin lacking the liveliness it would gain from being in the sun, yet everything else looked just about right. In the right light and with the proper voice and accent you would go for an average citizen of Piltover.

“I am going up to Topside and I am going to get my supplies so I can fix your prosthetic.” You said as you slipped on the heels, listening to the small clicking noise as you took a few steps away to look at your overall outfit. A skirt that fell to your knees and the light green monochrome with the white accents. Your hair pinned up to a more….Topsider-esk style.

“Give me ten minutes.”

Once you were content you turned to face her, “Do I look like a Piltie? Do you wanna punch me?” You say with a small smile on your perfectly painted lips.

Her eyes shamelessly undressed you mentally, and she grunts as she stands up, her hand delicately going to your cheek, “I have a better idea.”

“I walked straight into that one-um no, I gotta go.” You stand on the tips of your toes to press a chaste kiss to her lips and then turn around to grab your bag, currently it was empty so it was remarkably light.

“What?” You turn around to her.

“You’re not going alone.”

“Uh, yes. I am.”

Sevika frowned at your snipped reply, “What if you get caught? The supplies you need aren’t legal. They’ll throw you in stillwater or…”

“It’s not safe.”

“And Zaun is?”

You give a small laugh and move your hands to her cheeks, “Baby enforcers. They are dumb and they’re probably too scared to look at anyone wrong.

You frown, “I’ll be fine. I’ve done it a million times before- And…” a sigh escaped your lips as you slowly walked over to her, setting the bag back down, “You are the toughest lady in Zaun…and you look like it. Plus the Bootcamp enforcer whatever just finished so all new Enforcers on the ground, they don’t know a Zaunite from their ass.”

Sevika looked flabbergasted by your words she blinked, “You just told me there are more enforcers up there and you expect me to be comforted?”

She frowned as she looked down at you, “I’m still going with you.”

“You will not. Because If i am not here and you are not here who is going to make sure Powder won’t blow up half of the lanes? She’s getting better at it, so….I wouldn’t put it past her.” When you tried to move away again you felt the charmed necklace that adorned your neck grow tighter, turning around and looking up at your girlfriend, “You’re gonna choke me.”

“Normally you like it.”

You narrow your gaze, “Mm, are either of us naked? No? Then right now I don’t.” Your hands go to hers, trying to pry her grip from the gold chain, a silly prized possession- something you had stolen when you were little, but it was yours. “Oh my god you’re like a baby- let go.”

“One of-”

“You can’t make me.”

“What will it take then?”

“Anything sexual and I will hit you.”

She faltered, a frown appearing on her lips, “A kiss.”

Your expression softened, a small laugh coming from your lips to the somewhat muttered and disgruntled sounding request. You had to admit, sometimes she just had a kicked puppy look about her, something that when you first saw it you thought she was dying- turns out you are one of the only people to see it, “I can do that.”

It was silly how you had to adjust to reach her, because by no means were you a small person, you were well built and of average height. But there was always something that made you feel…small. Part of you hated it, the other adored it. Like most kisses shared, it was some level of perverted want and a dance between it and the actual affection trying to be shown. Her hand on the back of your head trying to keep you in place while you attempted to find the good breaking point. Failing at doing so.

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With a small gasp you break the kiss, “You still,” A kiss interrupted your words but you pulled away again, eyes dilating at the sight of the dark red lipstick now smeared on her lips, “Can’t come with me.”

“Shut up.” She hissed back, pulled your hair just enough to make your mouth open from the stretcher before leaning over and devouring your lips.

“You are a very pretty young lady.” You say with a small smile to the enforcer, who was probably only eleven years younger than yourself, handing over the forged identification.

“You are…”

“Missus Mari Korvik.” You replied with the fake name, smiling with the lips that you had just replied the lipstick too as the last coat got aptly smeared away, and you hold Sevika’s arm, “This is my wife, Alexia- I apologize, she’s deaf, you know how that turf war in the southern sides are- oh, my girl fought for so long they finally discharged her after well-” You vaguely motion to her, who looked somewhat normal when you did her makeup and took off the prosthetic port; and you would not be lying if you said you very much enjoyed getting her dressed.

The enforcer clears her throat, the dark that probably should’ve been pulled back falling in front of her face, “And what was the cause for your visit to the undercity?”

You keep your smile and then you clear your throat, “Oh well, you know…spicing up the marriage. Been together for oh gosh, coming up fifteen years now? Things get dull and day time prices are so much better than-”

“Alright Missus and Missus Korvik, you are all signed in, have a wonderful day.” The girl aptly said, handing the small booklets back.

Works like a charm.

After a polite goodbye you walk into the city, steps lively as you look at some of the vendors, eyes going to the jewelry stores and the high fashion. The crowd grew lively as you reached the heart of Piltover. Once there were no enforcers nearby Sevika leaned over to your ear, her words low, “You couldn’t have thought of any other cover?”

You hum as you walk to a vendor taking one of the baked goods and tossing him a fake coin in return, though he would never know it was. You break it in half and hold her a portion, “If you won’t marry me then Alexia will be married to Mari. Let a girl dream, Sev.” When she refuses to take the other side you hum and take a bite, looking around.

She grunts at that reply, and when you again offer the piece of bread to her, she takes it this next time, as she had a sneaking supposition that you wouldn't stop till she did, “Where is this guy you’re suppose to meet?”

“Mm, the academy.”

“What.”

You look at her and then give a small smile, “He’s a student or something. Super nice guy. I trade some of my blueprints for new hextech gadgets and stuff, the latest thing he unveiled is the small stabilizer thingy? He had his own version but ya know…perspective helps. So he gives me parts and stuff and I give him blueprints.” You shrug off the look she was giving you and you look back to her, “My meeting is at 4. So we have some time.”

“Oh…lovely.” She grumbles.

Annnnd that is all i have thus far, I am unsure if it will be a series though if even one person asks for another part the chances are very high I will write it. And yeah! I would love some feedback! BYEEEE

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j0kers-light · 8 days ago

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His Lighthouse: Wrong Room (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Wrong Room - Oneshot

Anyone remember when I was sick in January? Trust me, I do. Well I wrote this while bedridden and forgot to post it! That's how out of it I was. Anyhooooooo! Now that I have my computer back up and running (for who knows how long, might I add) I'm gonna get as much work done and play catch up on my fics!

I hope you enjoy this small self indulgence. 🖤✨

Should I tag anyone on this? Yes or no? 🤔

You woke up to someone snapping their fingers in your face. The rude gesture was not much of a shock given your less than ideal stay, however it still startled you.

“Hey. Hey. WaKe. Up.”

Your vision was still blurry but you came to and noticed the ginger nurse poking at your vitals to your left. Every single last medical personnel that attended you just pumped you full of fluids and antibiotics before leaving. None of them chatted with you acting as though you had the bubonic plague than a common cold.

For five days you brushed off your cold until a coworker found you unconscious at your desk and drove you to Gotham General. You been stuck in this room for three days now, recovering.

If you were more coherent you would have picked up all the commotion occurring in the background but your limited focus was on the nurse pulling down his mask.

Wait. His?

Your eyes widened as The Joker smiled at you sheepishly. “Hi…”

You couldn't move or call for help, you were too weak. All you could do was blink in shock as he dramatically looked around your room looking for a person.

The empty space where your roommate used to be caught your eye. What little you knew, he was some intensive care patient who got wheeled out an hour ago. You didn’t care much about him, but from how the nurses treated him, (a stark contrast to you) he had to be famous or highly important.

Money had people move differently so you guessed he paid for his exceptional hospital stay.

The Joker didn't seem to care. He fiddled with this cheap costume wig as he spoke, “I thoughT.. I had the uhh wrong room. Harvey. Harvey, Harvey Dent. Have ya seen him? Hm? Shared a uh jello pack or two?”

That’s who your roommate was? The famous district attorney or Gotham’s white knight as the media called him. What was he doing in here? More importantly, why was The Joker looking for him?

The Joker waved his hands, as if urging you to speak but you were at a loss of what to say. Your voice was hoarse anyways so he wouldn't hear it.

But you knew what happened to people who didn't obey The Joker. Dying in a hospital. At least they wouldn't have to move you far.

You parted your lips to speak but a police officer knocked on the door, addressing Joker who quickly busied himself with your medical chart hanging on the bed.

“Excuse me, Miss? Yeah we’re gonna have to move him now.”

Before you could warn the officer, Joker pulled out a gun and shot the poor man. You were stunned.

The cop's body collapsed on the floor and Joker kicked it under your bed like this it a daily occurrence. You gasped and propped yourself up in horror. With all the IVs hooked to you, you couldn't go far but you wanted far far away from this psycho.

The Joker noticed you panicking and rushed over to push you back down. You hated how good his hands felt on your frigid skin. You knew germs hate the cold but did the hospital temperature have to be set to Antarctica?

Joker assumed your full body shudder was because he shot someone in front of you.

“Uh whoops. Hehe should’ve warned ya... NoT like it uhh, matters, I'm gonna level the place.” He took out a homemade device and started tinkering with it.

You did hear a rumor about a bomb threat but who would blow up a hospital? You honestly thought you were hallucinating. Oh boy was it real.

“I’m a man of my worrrrrd. This hospital is gonna..” The Joker made an explosion reaction with his hands and added sound effects. “A pretty thing like you should be evac-uuuu-waiting. Why aren't ya?”

You didn't have the heart to tell The Joker that no one cared about you.

The doctors and nurses on your floor thought a common cold was not worth their time and let you waste away. You barely got any care unless Dent's nurse took pity on you in between her own patients.

They came in to take him away while you were half asleep. They started evacuating people over an hour and left you behind.

That fact created a few sniffles that tugged at Joker's heartstrings. Wait.. why did he care about you?

This bombing was about sending a message. A few casualties would get Batman to take him more seriously. You just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time—yet he hesitated.

Joker took in your watery eyes and the pretty curls of your hair. Even while lying on a hospital bed sick as a dog, you were a cutie. An abandoned cutie needing a new home

J decided then and there to take you with him. Maybe he'd regret it later. Maybe not.

Joker unlocked the bed guard rail and was in the process of unplugging you from the machines when he decided to fill you in on his decision. “Mmm you’re coming with me, cutie.”

Wait, cutie?!

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admiral-mason · 2 years ago

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You Reap What You Sow - Chapter 10

Genshin Impact SAGAU x Iron Harvest 1920+

Sights to Behold

As you and Childe walked side to side discussing his family, you took the time to point out how sunny the day was. "Man, it's quite sunny today. And here I thought Snezhnaya was known for its month-long blizzards..."

Childe's interest was piqued by your comment. "Now that you mention it, your grace, There hasn't been any blizzard ever since you arrived. One of the agents said that when you arrived and slept for the night, smaller blizzards across various towns stopped!"

Despite Childe having more experience than you at fishing (you never even really went fishing other than trying it out as a kid), you somehow caught more fish than he did. They kept swarming to your line even without bait. You filled your bucket within a few minutes, so much so that you decided to stop fishing because you didn't even know what to do.

"I guess Teyvat really does love you, comrade!" Childe exclaimed as you just looked at your giant stash of fish. "What are we going to do with all of this?" You asked.

"I'm taking my share home for my family. You can do what you want with yours, so see ya, your grace." Childe said, right before you heard the sounds of rapid gunfire close by. This slightly startled you as you ended up falling into the snow. Thankfully, you still had your coat on, so you didn't feel that cold from the impact as Childe helped you up. "Are you okay??" He asked.

"I'm fine, Childe." Suddenly, you heard the sound of a mechanism before an explosion followed it. "The sounds are coming from over there," you said. "I wonder what's going on," Childe responded. The two of you grabbed your fishing equipment and walked on over to the source of the sounds.

It turned out to be a bunch of Rusviet soldiers alongside Il Capitano and Lev Zubov testing equipment and mechs. You saw a heavy machine gun, SHM-60 Groza exosuits, and varying mechs. Lev Zubov was there as well.

The crew on the heavy machine gun fired another burst as they mowed down a group of training dummies. A Kolokol that was present then fired a bomb at the dummies, turning them into wooden bits. "...Impressive," Capitano remarked. Childe simply watched at his first glance at the technology of another world of yours, seemingly eager to fight them as you saw his smile.

"Our world's technology at its finest," Lev Zubov responded, "and more on the way shortly." The duo then noticed you and Childe before facing you two. "Your grace," they both responded before giving a quick bow. "...Uh- no need for that-" You responded as you awkwardly looked at the two men. You then went back to watching what seemed to be combat tests. "Do you mind I stay and watch?"

"Of course not, your grace!" Zubov said. "Come, watch along." He motioned for you to walk to an area with better viewing as Childe followed. "So these are the war machines in your world? Heh, let's see their performance." He spoke.

The Kolokol walked off the field by this point. The next mech, a PZM-7 Smialy, was the next to be tested. "That thing's darn skinny compared to Ruin Guards... and seemingly less destructive." Childe spoke. "The thing's fast though, Childe." You replied. "It's a scout, not a one-man-army."

"I bet I can literally set up a tripwire and the thing would tumble over." Childe said as the Smialy shot its cannon in the likeness of a rifle at the training dummies, blowing some of them up. It then charged at a larger dummy, impaling its head. The Smialy then walked off the field as the pilot exited, stretching his arms and legs while doing so.

"I would like whoever designed this seat have to sit in it," he said. He then noticed you and casually saluted. "Good day, your grace." He said before walking to a nearby bench and drinking a bit of water.

Capitano looked at the damage the Smialy could do and nodded. He then noticed an SHM-68 Nakovalnya nearby. "What is that thing?" He asked Zubov. "It... looks like a pipe organ." Zubov responded to Capitano's question with glee on his face. "That there, my friend, is a Nakovalnya. It's an artillery mech that fires a barrage of rockets at whatever needs to be destroyed." Capitano's interest piqued as he ordered for the Nakovalnya to be tested.

"Rockets? Now I'm interested," Childe said. The two of you watched as the Nakovalnya's single crew member got into its cockpit and moved the mech a fair distance away from the training area. "I suggest we all stand back. This thing's explosions can be quite indiscriminate." You lightly beckoned Childe to stand back as you and everyone else did the same.

"Rockets away!" The pilot exclaimed as twelve rockets were fired on the dummies, hitting their general vicinity. After the smoke cleared, nothing remained. Childe looked at the destruction with a bit of shock in his eyes. "...That thing just turned those dummies into nothing but splinters..."

"That's indiscriminate firing for ya." You responded back to Childe. Then, you picked up on metal footsteps in the distance. You turned towards the general direction of the sound and saw an SHM-70 Gulyay-Gorod slowly walking its way over here alongside Sandrone on its left. Childe also looked and looked at the towering mech.

"That right there, is Rusviet's largest and finest mech." Zubov said, looking over the huge mech's tall profile. "...I have no words to say to this thing." Childe bluntly replied. "Shocked?" The female pilot responded. "Watch what this thing can do." She walked her mech up to the training grounds before noticing that nothing was there for her to kill.

"Did you all have fun without me?" She asked, a bit of anger in her voice. "Get us some more targets," Capitano ordered to some Fatui soldiers. Soon, another set of targets was set up. Sandrone got a bit closer to the training grounds, eager to see the Gulyay-Gorod in action.

"Alright, watch this." The pilot said before firing three times from the mech's right-mounted main gun. Being an anti-mech gun, it didn't make large explosions. She then fired a devastator rocket from the left side's rocket launcher. This rocket, being more of an anti-infantry missile, blew a medium-sized crater into the fields and utterly turning the dummies to shreds.

"I honestly now feel bad for the dummies..." Childe said. "Yep, and to think that there's more of these things..." You responded back.

Genshin Impact is owned by miHoYo. Iron Harvest 1920+ is owned by Jakub Różalski and KING Art Games.

#sagau #genshin impact #genshin sagau #iron harvest #iron harvest x genshin impact

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wingsofwrath · 9 months ago

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Finding Common Ground | Uncharted

Elena feels the explosion behind her more than she hears it.

Sam collides into her before they both hit the deck hard, blown back by the force of the blast. It rattles the hull of the half-collapsed ship, the deck shaking under them. Finally, it splinters, and the other half of the galleon breaks away. In the back of her mind, Elena thinks she hears a scream. It takes a moment for her to break through her daze and sit up. Sam groans and rolls onto his back, taking his weight off her.

But where’s Nate?

“Nate!” She’s on her feet at once, scrambling to the edge of the deck where the rocket hit, but there’s nothing. “Nate?!”

Sam is slower to get to his feet, but once he’s shaken off the shock of the explosion, he’s right there with her. “Shit, Nathan?!”

“Over there! Get them!”

They don’t have time to search for him. The Shoreline mercenary with the rocket is loading another one up. Elena goes to reach for her gun and swears under her breath when she realizes it’s not on her. Her eyes scan the deck for any sign of it, but she’s not quick enough.

Sam is though. He pops off a shot at the merc’s head, and it’s enough to knock off his helmet. He staggers, still gripping the RPG, and finally mounts it onto his shoulder once more, aiming at them.

Another shot hits him in the shoulder. The rocket falls from his hands and he collapses with a grunt.

“Come on, we gotta go!” Elena shouts, seeing more mercenaries converging on them. She finds her gun, loads another clip into it and jumps over the side of the ship onto the rock face below, stumbling a bit. Sam follows soon after and they take off towards the shore, heading through the foliage to stay hidden.

After walking for what feels like hours, Elena’s mind has time to settle and her thoughts drift back to Nate. She didn’t see him go down with the ship, that’s a good thing, right? There’s a chance that he could be okay and not…

She shakes her head. With his luck, he probably got washed ashore along the beach somewhere. He’s probably wandering around near their side of the island. It wouldn’t be the first time he unwittingly found his way back to her.

It also wouldn’t be the first time we ended up in a situation like this… Elena glances at Sam as he walks behind her.

After Nate mentioned the story about Alcazar, she almost wanted to punch him in Sam’s stead. Talking Nate into this little secret adventure would’ve been enough on its own, but he had to act like his life was in danger to get Nate to come with him? She couldn’t imagine Nate ever stooping that low.

For brothers, Sam and Nate are remarkably different. Elena wasn’t sure what to expect when Nate had awkwardly introduced Sam. Looking at him now, the deeper lines in his face, the tattoos, the smell of smoke that lingers around him, everything about him is alien to her. Sam doesn’t have Nate’s awkward charm, his excitability, or his decency. Being here with him doesn’t feel right to her, not after he convinced her husband to lie to her and risk his life on yet another desperate treasure hunt. Now here they all are, on an island full of ancient deathtraps and gun-wielding mercenaries who want them dead.

Elena sighs. Some things never change.

“We should go back and look for Nate,” she finally says, stopping to look at Sam. “I’m kinda worried.”

“Yeah,” Sam says, rubbing absentmindedly at the wound on his arm. “I’m…I’m sure he’s fine, ya know?”

Elena nods. “He’s gotten out of worse scrapes than this, trust me.” She tries to sound confident, but the look on Sam’s face tells her she’s not very convincing.

“Yeah…Yeah, I know.”

As they start backtracking, every little noise or movement catches Elena’s attention. The birds rustling in the tree tops, the water rushing down the river nearby, every small shift in the jungle has her on edge and she’s not sure why.

She keeps one hand near her holster as she scans the area around them.

“So, uh…how long’s it been?”

Elena stops walking. “Uh…w-what?”

When she turns to look at Sam, he’s standing a good distance behind her, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. Despite the mud caked onto his clothes, the small cuts and bruises on his face and arms, and his disheveled hair brushed back out of his face, she can definitely see the resemblance in that moment.

The squint in his eyes as he stares off into the distance and the way he purses his lips are all Nate. He has this detached, faraway look on his face, like he’s imagining something much grander and exhilarating than their trek through the jungle. When he focuses on her again he smiles, awkwardly.

“You and Nathan, how long’s it been?”

“Oh,” Elena says. It’s not something she was expecting to hear from him, especially with everything that’s happened over the last few days. She wants to ignore the question and tell him to get a move on, but before she can stop herself she’s counting off the time in her head.

“Seven years; married for four.” She holds up her left hand where the wedding ring glimmers in the sunlight. She finds herself staring down at it. Hoping. Worrying.

To her surprise, Sam chuckles. “Never took Nathan for the marrying type.”

It’s such a simple comment, but it stabs at her in a way she can’t explain. She drops her hand back to her side.

“Neither did I,” she says, sounding annoyed as she looks at him again. “Guess there’s a lot I don’t know about him.”

Sam’s face falls, and he can see the hurt in her eyes as she turns away. “Hey, Elena? I…I didn’t mean…I wasn’t trying to—”

“Let’s just find Nate and get the hell out of here.”

The last thing she wants to hear is an excuse from him. He’s the whole reason they’re here, after all. Part of her feels irritated with herself for even wanting to divulge anything about the life she and Nate share, when she still knows so little about Sam. It seems unfair, in a way, and the more Elena thinks about it the more she realizes that Sam is still a stranger.

She clenches her jaw and keeps walking, hearing Sam’s footsteps as he hesitantly follows.

About 20 minutes later, Sam picks up his pace, rushing up ahead until he’s standing directly in front of her.

She looks up. “What?”

“Hey,” Sam says. “I know we kinda got off the wrong foot, and believe me, this isn’t at all how I was planning to meet you—”

“This isn’t about me, anymore, Sam. This is about Nate,” Elena cuts him off flatly.

Sam sighs, exasperated. “Yeah, I know, we need to find him, and we’re going to, but I just wanna explain—"

“Explain what? How you lied?” she says, staring hard at him. The words cut into him like ice, and he freezes. “Yeah, I know about the Alcazar story.”

Sam winces. “You—you don’t understand.”

Elena scoffs. “What is there to understand? You manipulated your brother into coming along on this little family reunion. You lied to him, to all of us.”

Sam holds up his hands. “Hey, you got it all wrong, I didn’t put a gun to his head—”

“But you’re his brother. You think if there was even a chance that your life could be in danger that Nate would say no? How was he was supposed to turn you down? You didn’t give him a choice, Sam. And yeah, I know it takes two to tango. I’ve sorted everything out with Nate. But you? You’re not off the hook, not by a long shot.”

Sam glances off to the side, then down at his feet. “I did this for us.”

“You did it for you, because you’re willing to risk anything and everything to find that treasure,” Elena says pointedly.

“Hey,” Sam’s voice is firm as he looks up, staring back at her. “Nathan’s family, and we’re in this together. You don’t know what it’s like for us, what’s it’s been like. After everything we’ve gone through, I’d never risk his life over something like this.”

They stand there in silence for a long time, and Elena doesn’t move.

There are a dozen ways she can respond to that, with biting sarcasm or just throwing it back in his face. Instead, she takes a deep breath, and decides to let this be a teaching moment. Watching his face carefully, she responds, “Then walk away from this. Help me find Nate, and then we can all leave together. You, me, Nate, and Sully, we’re all a family now, like it or not. No more bullshit, Sam. No more secrets. Let’s just cut our losses and go.”

Sam watches her for a long time before tearing his gaze away. He rubs the back of his head, staring off into the distance, firm and focused this time. It’s not until he looks back at her again that she realizes what he’s been looking at the entire time. Before he can open his mouth to speak, an explosion rings out in the distance.

Towards the mountain. Towards Nate.

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When they find him, all of Elena’s anxiety melts away. She hugs him, tighter than she’s ever hugged him. She makes a crack about Sully saving his ass again, and they all smile. For a moment, it feels like she, Nate, and Sully are all back on that boat, sailing away from the island where they’d found El Dorado all those years ago.

But that’s in the past, she realizes, looking at the scrape on Nate’s forehead, the lines in his face, and the gray around his temples. There’s only so many times she can stand to almost lose him. Back when they were younger, and the thrill of adventure and the adrenaline brought them together, it was easy. There were no attachments at first, no strings. But over time she grew to love him, and it got harder and harder to watch throw himself into danger. That time was over, they had to be smarter, safer, they’d decided. Because Elena didn’t want to think about what would happen if she actually lost him this time.

But seeing Sam come around the corner, sheepish and awkward as he approaches them, she also realizes she’s not the only one who loves Nate.

It only becomes more apparent when Nate goes after him. She can’t bring herself to be angry. She wants to stop him, to tell him that Sam’s not worth saving and they need to leave while they’re all still breathing, but she lets him go. She had tried talking sense into Sam, but in that moment, she knows the only one who can really get through to him is his little brother.

Maybe she really doesn’t understand, she thinks as she sits across from them on the plane later. Nate is huddled off to one side, sleeping away and completely oblivious to Sam as he lights up a cigarette, looking just as tired and worn out. He eyes her lazily from his seat.

“Hey, if you’re still mad, I get it.” Sam glances over at Nate. “Dummy should’ve just left me back there, I wasn’t worth it, not after I dragged him into my shit.”

Elena sighs. Finally. “Did the little brother finally talk some sense into you?” she asks, teasingly.

“Nah,” he says, looking back at her. “I was actually thinkin’ about what you said back there.” He sits up, pulling the cigarette from his mouth. “About me, the whole ‘selfish, manipulative jackass’ thing.”

“I didn’t call you a jackass,” she says patiently.

“I know,” he says, grinning. “Almost wish you had punched some sense into me.”

“I wanted to,” she admits, and smiles a little.

Sam smiles back, then flicks his eyes over to Nate. Taking another drag from his cigarette, he asks, “So, I take it he told you about how we ended up becoming two-bit, no good thieves?”

“Yep. He explained everything when I found him.” She doesn’t relish the memory, but she remembers hearing Nate talk about the old woman, all the artifacts in her home, and when she found them…

“It’s why he hates that I smoke, too,” Sam says quietly, looking down at the floor. “He’s never said it, but I always suspected that’s why.”

Elena nods, watching him sadly. “That must have been so terrible for you two.”

“Yeah…”

After a beat, he straightens up and smiles at her, but she can tell it’s a bit forced. “Anyway, enough about me, what’s it like being the wife of notorious treasure hunter Nathan Drake?” he asks.

Elena just smiles, shaking her head. “You got a couple of hours?” “Well, it is a pretty long flight home. Indulge me.”

“Where do I even start…”

Sam smiles. “Start at the best part.”

#fanfiction #uncharted #sam drake #elena fisher #uncharted 4 #oneshot #drama #creative writing

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baronaliswritingcorner · 10 months ago

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TOS Replay Stray Thoughts #3 (Palmacosta Pt. 2/Thoda Geyser)

-Lloyd chewing out Dorr is very powerful – Scott Menville knocks it out of the park here – but much as everyone remembers “Don’t you start spewing the word “justice!” I hate that word!”, I always wondered where that came from. Yes, it’s easy to tie into his frustrations with empty platitudes surrounding racism and sacrifice, but remember that he’s still very naïve to the Journey of Regeneration’s true nature (let alone the existence of Cruxis) and thus he maintains a very black-and-white disposition towards the Desians. There’s the Iselia Human Ranch incident, yes, but “justice” isn’t one of the hollow excuses by given Iselia’s mayor/citizens, so it feels a little sudden.

Putting this way: we’re (successfully) roused by Lloyd taking action as everyone else keeps their heads down, but I always felt this particular outburst still feels a little undeveloped/early.

-Speaking of justice, ever notice the inconsistency with Dwarven Vow #7? In cutscenes it’s “goodness and love will always win”, but in the battle quote, it’s “justice and love will always win.” A localization error, perhaps, but I wonder if Lloyd’s second-hand embarrassment plays a role into his feelings over justice…?

-“My healing arts cannot save even one single life…?”

This line from Raine also struck me as a tad odd – yes, it’s meant to show her regret with Dorr breaking through the cold pragmatism she always displays, but it also implies a perceived inadequacy with her healing magic that’s never touched upon again. Always felt like a clumsy attempt add another layer of depth to a already tragic scene. - “And…if you somehow find a way to save my wife…please, help her return to her human form. When my daughter comesback, I don’t want her to be all alone…” Oh no…we save his wife much, much later, but Clara’s the one who ends up all alone. And we never see her reaction to her family’s death. How sad…

-It’s sorta funny how key items randomly drop into your lap early on, but I guess the Desians WOULD be carrying that Hakonesia Peak pass, huh? Throwing around their murderous weight as they travel to and fro, I’d imagine.

-Magnius is pretty boring – the other Cardinals usually have something going on but he’s just there to screech “vermin” in that generic bad dude voice of his while twirling his non-existent mustache. He’s not much better in the anime – ever notice he just straight up disappears after Colette’s hypnotic Holy Song? – but the manga’s interesting in how he divulges Raine and Genis’s half-elf identities. (In the game, he just mentions how they “can’t let go of their elven blood” – which, to its credit, does tie into Raine’s assurance to Genis that “we’re not like them – we’re different.”)

-Raine sure is worldly, but how is she so familiar with magitechnology? Might it have something to do with her time in Tethe’alla? Hmm…how many times did she play with the self-destruct button over there?

-Check out that highly disappointing ranch explosion – the prowess of Gamecube graphics right there LOL

-The washtubs are a perfect symbol of Sylvarant’s…uh, antiquatedness. Prime comedy, right here. Poor Raine, having to endure low-budget tourism…twice over!

-wait how did Noishe fit in the washtubs

-“Even I make mistakes. I made a terrible one…”

Laying it on a little thick, aren’t ya, Kratos???

(Actually, that reminds me: did you ever notice how the PS3 port removed ellipses wholesale across the script for whatever reason? Personally, they tend to play into the basic syntax I mentioned before with unvoiced dialogue, but as you can imagine, that “throw the baby out with the bathwater” approach leads to problems of its own.)

-killer starfish comin’ at ya and getting all slaphappy!!!

-this boss is the worst ugh I hate that bubble gun attack

-wait how’d they set up camp on that tiny hot spring

-“When you become an angel, I wonder if you'll go to the Tower of Salvation, too? If that's the case, we should just ask you after you go. I'm looking forward to your stories!”

oooooof

#tales of symphonia #tales of symphonia replay #colloyd #tos headcanon

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glitch-the-artist · 1 year ago

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TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR!!! HAHA!!

I had this weird ass daydream about this star hand puppet. Ngl I really Like the idea of a hand puppet being chapter 3’s secret boss.

starley the star is a children’s show side character that slowly died out due to the writers not knowing what to do with him anymore, and now is just completely forgotten by everyone.

they have a personality that’s kinda a combination of flowery, muffet, and a typical outlaw you see in a western movie or something. They only appear popping out behind a wall, and it just seems like they are following kris around the place.

To access his boss fight, you need to act like a jerk to him and have him follow you into this place called “set 67” bellow the castle or whatever it would be in chapter 3.

basically starley will turn your soul purple, and start attack you with props from a western film, or shoots you with bullets from his gun. His final attack is basically similar to muffets, starley would jump, leaving the hand that has been controlling the puppet. It will start to chase you, while starley shoots bullets all around the screen. You need to survive this till enough of starleys bullets hit the hand, causing a big ass explosion that leads you back to the fight. Btw the strings during the special attack will move around while your trying to avoid the bullets, which increases the difficulty by a lot.

okay finally I wanna talk about what starely wants, all he wants is to be Kris’s friend. That’s all.

the entire fight is just him throwing a temper tantrum at kris for them beings a complete jerk at him, and to finally end the fight, you need to either attack them, or try to calm him down.

after you calm him down, he opens up about him just being thrown out and treated like trash, and how he just wants a friend. Then he will become “starskys”, which is a hat that has a star pattern all over it, it gives the wearer a increase in sparing enemys.

But if you attack him, he will just call you a utter jerk and become the “starblade”. This will increase your attack greatly in battles with enemys who hate you. Which means you can’t use it in arena battles or in battles with friends.

but uh ya, that’s starely the star.

#deltarune #deltarune oc #deltarune secret boss #deltarune predictions #deltarune chapter three #Starley the star

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kate-les-bridge-stewart · 2 years ago

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This is a transcript of a semi fanfic semi rambling stream of conciousness I wrote on discord about an idea i had for an au. I did not write this intending for it to become a fanfic so it is formatted and written horribly lol. Hope you enjoy my mad scribbles and babbles.

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Osgood had been knocked out cold by a sudden explosion, hitting her head hard against a wall.13 saw so she rushed over and checked her pulse. And to her complete bewilderment she hears a shockingly familiar "thump thump thump thump"

She freezes. How?! how was this possible?! There surely had to be another explanation, maybe osgood had a heart transplant or something embedded in her heart that made it sound like that! Surely she couldnt be- no, that's impossible, right?

She rushes osgood to an infirmary and has to leave to deal with whatever threat had attacked in the first place.

Later when that's done tho she goes back to the unit infirmary and finds kate sitting next to osgood on her hospital bed. Theres a "do not disturb" sign outside the door to the room and osgate are the only ones in there.

"Pretty odd for an infirmary room to have a do not disturb sign" 13 thinks but focuses on finding out how osgood is doing.

(Osgood is asleep btw)

13: So, how is she? She got hit pretty hard, knocked out cold

Kate looks a bit startled at the sound of 13s voice and seemingly scrambles to hide what looked like some xray prints

Kate: o-oh! Yes shes doing fine, got a nasty bruise on her head and some other bumps and scrapes but nothing too serious.

13: (slightly suspicious at this point) where's the med staff? You elected yourself as her personal caretaker or something? I dont mean this in a bad way but you seem like you have too much on ya plate to try learning medical care

Kate: oh no the med staff tended to her, I was just helping. I just had to, shes one of my best friends after all.

13: ah gotcha. Sorry, dont mean to pry but shouldnt her heart monitor be on?

Kate freezes for a brief moment and some color drains from her face.

Kate: uh-

Before kate can react 13 has turned on the monitor for her and to her surprise, she sees the dual heartbeats again.

The doctor stops and stares at the screen. Kate sits back as her own heart sinks into her stomach.

Osgood wakes up suddenly at the sound of the computer and stares up at the doctor in horror

13: why do you have 2 heartbeats?

Osgood is too stunned to speak, kate who's normally an impeccable speaker was also at a loss for words

13: kate... were you holding chest xrays when I came in?

Kate cant give an answer.

13: let me see them. Please.

Kate looks to osgood as if silently pleading for help. Osgood closes her eyes with a sigh and gives her a nod.

Kate slowly and hesitantly pulls out the xrays which 13 takes tentatively. Sure enough, the impossible was true.

Osgood had 2 hearts.

There was no mistaking it.

13: Osgood... why do you have 2 hearts?

The doctor couldnt describe her emotions in that moment even with a gun to her head. A sizable part of her was convinced this couldn't be real, this had to be a dream or something.

Osgood: ..... there's a lot you don't know about me....

13 remained silent, listening.

Osgood: I'm not actually a human. I'm... I'm a timelord...

13 didn't know what to say, there were thousands of questions and thoughts racing through her head. There was so much she wanted to say, so much to ask.

Osgood: to ease one of your worries first, no, I'm not a spy for rassilon. I have no affiliation with them whatsoever, I'm a rogue just like you.

Osgood gently grabbed 13's hand and made a telepathic link between them. She opened her mind to the doctor, allowing her to see Osgood was telling the truth.

13 looked off to the side, racking her brain as she struggled to decide which of her thousands of questions she should ask.

13: so everything I thought I knew about you was a lie?

Osgood: pretty much. I'm not affiliated with the master either, just to quell that suspicion right away.

13: who are you then?

Osgood: I'm me. I'm just another rogue time war refugee who simply wants to live. I have no motives, I have no giant history, i just want to live in peace...

13: does anyone else know? Besides kate?

Osgood: no. I've been living as a human for the past 15 years.

13: how did you get to earth? Do you have a tardis too?

Osgood: yes. A newer model too.

13 thought carefully for a moment.

13: why did you join unit?

Osgood: I wanted to help humanity. I love them just like you. Plus, dealing with alien technology is familiar and comforting to me, gives me something to do.

13 stood back.

13: ... I think I've interrogated you enough for now. But I'll be back with more questions. This is... a lot to process...

And with that the doctor walked towards the door, her emotions just as immense yet indecipherable.

#doctor who #dw au #osgood #petronella osgood #kate lethbridge stewart #kate stewart #osgate #13th doctor #the thirteenth doctor #thirteen

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bangpow · 3 months ago

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The lab feels like it’s vibrating—no, maybe that’s just Jinx. Every muscle in her body is coiled too tight, her mind a chaotic hurricane of splintered thoughts that slam into one another and spin her deeper into the storm. Viktor’s voice hangs in the air, calm and steady like it usually is, but that calm only sets her nerves more on edge. It feels wrong, like the calm before an explosion. She wants to scream. Or laugh. Or both. Probably both. Then Mylo’s voice cuts through the noise in her head, louder than all the others. “You’re not safe, you’re fucked. Piltover’s probably coming for you right now. Did you really think you could just fire a rocket at their council and walk away?”

❛ Shut up, ❜ she snaps out loud, her voice cutting across the room, her hand slashing the air as if she can swat the voice away. ❛ I know that, okay? Just let me fucking think! ❜ Her words echo off the walls, raw and sharp, before falling into heavy silence. Her breath comes fast and uneven, her chest heaving as she drags her hands down her face. The smeared remnants of black makeup streak across her pale skin like war paint. ❛ Uuugh, ❜ she groans, the sound guttural and strained, as if she’s trying to pull herself out of quicksand. Her nails dig into her scalp, scratching at the relentless buzz beneath her skin. ❛ Where do I even begin? ❜

She spins on her heel, pacing back and forth with restless, jerky movements. Every step feels like it might rattle her apart. ❛ Okay, okay, ❜ she mutters to herself, squeezing her eyes shut for half a second before they snap back open. ❛ I’ll give ya the speed-run version, yeah? From the top! ❜ Her voice pitches higher as she speaks, her words rolling out like a train teetering off its tracks. She stops abruptly, spinning back toward Viktor, her hands flying up in exaggerated gestures as she talks. ❛ So! I got into a teeny-tiny tussle with that Firelight twink over a hextech gemstone I was rightfully stealing back. ❜ Her tone is mockingly indignant, but the wild glint in her eyes betrays her. ❛ And that little scuffle? Yeah, that ended with me pulling the pin on Petunia. ❜ Petunia is the name of one of her bombs, she’s pretty sure she named it with Viktor. Her grin twitches wider, manic and sharp, before she adds, ❛ RIP, Petunia. She went out with a bang and nearly took me out with her. ❜

She starts pacing again, her boots tapping against the floor in a frantic rhythm. ❛ Next thing I know, I’m strapped down to a table, and Caitlyn—ugh, Caitlyn was there—torturing me. Or, uh, maybe she wasn’t? Actually, no, it was Singed. Definitely Singed. Definitely pumping me full of Shimmer to keep me alive. ❜ Her voice is bouncing between sarcasm and genuine distress, her pacing speeding up as she talks. ❛ 0/10, would not recommend. But the perks? ❜ She stops suddenly, spinning to face Viktor with a grin that’s a little too wide, her glowing eyes burning too brightly. ❛ The perks are killer. ❜

Before he can respond, she’s already moving, grabbing a metal tray off one of the cluttered tables. ❛ Check this out, ❜ she says as she pulls her pistol from its holster in one smooth motion. Without warning, she fires, the crack of the gunshot ringing through the lab like a thunderclap. And in the blink of an eye, she’s gone, the tray clutched in her hand as she reappears across the room in a blur of violet light. The bullet punches through the tray with a sharp ping, and she holds it up triumphantly, her grin splitting her face like a jagged wound. ❛ Pretty cool, right? ❜ she says, blowing the smoke from her pistol’s barrel with a dramatic flourish.

The tray clatters to the floor, and her hand trembles as she holsters her gun. Her pacing resumes, slower now, her steps uneven. She knows she can’t keep stalling. The real words claw at the back of her throat, begging to be let out, but they feel too big, too sharp, too heavy to say. ❛ But, uh—that’s not everything, though . . . ❜ Her grin falters, cracking at the edges as she glances at Viktor from the corner of her eye. She doesn’t want to tell him. Doesn’t want to see his face when he hears.

But the voices won’t let her rest. “You killed him,” Mylo’s voice hisses, cruel and unrelenting. “You killed Silco. You killed the only person who ever gave a damn about you.” Her hands fly to her head, her fingers digging into her hair. She stops pacing, her back to Viktor as she stares at the ground. Her voice is quiet when she speaks, barely above a whisper, but the words feel like they might break her in half. ❛ He’s dead . . . ❜ She doesn’t turn to face him, doesn’t want to see the look in his eyes. ❛ Silco, ❜ she adds, the name tumbling out of her mouth like a stone. ❛ He died . . . ❜ Her voice cracks, raw and broken, as she forces the words out, but still can’t bring herself to say she killed him. ❛ And then I . . . I sort of fired a rocket at the council building. Big one. Real big one. Probably killed a whole bunch of people . . . Because I thought . . . I thought it’s what he would’ve wanted. ❜

Jinx’s chest tightens as the weight of it all presses down on her. Viktor’s alive—against all odds, he’s alive. She can feel his arms around her, solid and steady, but it doesn’t anchor her the way it should. Her mind refuses to stay in one place, spinning and twisting like the cogs of some broken machine.

What happened to you? Her thoughts scatter like cockroaches under a beam of light. What happened to her? Where does she even start? Her thoughts are a cacophony, fragments of explosions, screams, and blood swirling together until it feels like she might drown in them.

She pulls back from the embrace abruptly, needing space to breathe, her movements twitchy and erratic. ❛ That’s . . . a loaded question, ❜ she says, her voice dancing on the edge of a manic chuckle as she tries to push the weight of her grief into a joke. The corners of her mouth twitch into a crooked smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. ❛ But kinda the same thing that happened to you. Tried kickin’ the ‘ole bucket and then someone snatched the bucket away at the last second. ❜ She mimes a kick at the ground, her boot slicing the air with too much force, her body moving with an energy that feels unnatural, almost frenetic.

Silco. The name slithers into her thoughts like a knife to the chest. Her face tightens, the mask slipping for just a second. She can still see his blood staining her hands, feel the weight of his final words as they burrow into her skull. Perfect. He thought you were perfect. Mylo’s voice, sharper than ever, cuts through her haze. And you killed him.

Her eyes narrow, and then she’s gone—a streak of violet light tracing her movement as she reappears behind Viktor in a blink, as if she’s been pulled there by an invisible thread. ❛ But, uh, to answer your other question—❜ Her voice jolts the silence before it grows too heavy. She raps her knuckles lightly against the metal of his shoulder. ❛ I think you are the Hexcore now, scrap metal. That thing fused to you like it had a mind of its own. You’ve been out cold for, like . . . three days in that weird-ass cosmic cocoon. ❜ She jerks her thumb toward the remnants of the cocoon behind her, its strange, gooey colors shimmering faintly in the dim light. ❛ And lemme tell ya, what a wild three days it has been! ❜ A dry, nervous chuckle tumbles from cracked lips.

#this got so long but jinx needed to ramble on and on xD #jinx is gonna notice JUST how much viktor has changed #after she calms down a lil bit #especially if he reacts super chill to all of this information LOL #hexedevolution #ic replies.#v. post season one.

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angstysebfan · 3 years ago

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The Past Can Break You - 9

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: cursing

Third Person POV

The party is in full swing at the compound. Tony took out all the stops. Claimed it was to celebrate Natasha’s birthday, though her birthday wasn’t for another month. Most people didn’t mind since they loved to dress up and get shit-faced.

Dot held onto Bucky’s hand as he walked around the large room. She was both nervous and excited for this party. She hoped that this was only the beginning for her and Bucky. She also hoped that this would finally get Bucky to make a move other than hugs and hand holding.

She couldn’t understand why he was dragging his feet. You have been gone for a month and Bucky seems to have gotten over it, at least she thinks he has, but he still won’t even kiss her. What happened to this man that he lost his charm from the 40′s? It was driving her crazy, especially since she put in so much work to finally get him. She decided that tonight, she doesn’t care if she has to drug him, he will be hers.

The couple walks up to Steve, Tony, Sam, and Nat, who are all in conversation. “Hey guys, you remember Dot,” Bucky says to the group.

They all nod and give her a small smile, except Natasha. Dot was honestly terrified of the woman. First of all she was gorgeous, which annoyed Dot because she was used to being the most beautiful. But what scared her the most is when Bucky told her she was a previous spy. She has killed people, and she was really good at reading people. Dot couldn’t help but wonder if Nat had caught on to what she did to you.

“Jamie, can you come dance with me?” Dot asked.

Bucky looked at her and saw her giving puppy dog eyes. He had to fight everything in him to not roll his own eyes. He cleared his throat, “Uh, sure Doll. Steve, Nat, why don’t you join us?” Bucky asked with pleading eyes.

Nat did roll hers but grabbed Steve’s hand and walked out to the floor. The music changed to a slow ballad and Dot wrapped her arms around Bucky’s neck. “I saw a video that people dance like this now. Especially when they are dating,” she says.

Bucky furrows his brows, “Uh, I haven’t asked you out yet,” he said.

He heard Nat clear her throat and stuttered, “Though I will soon, Doll. I just needed some time.”

Dot scoffed, “Come on Bucky. It’s been like a month, I think it’s time for you to move on. She is gone, and honestly good riddance. She wasn’t very good for you, ya know. She was way too jealous and couldn’t handle that your past with me. It was honestly pathetic,” she said.

Bucky tensed at Dot’s words, ready to ream into her when there was a loud explosion the caused everyone on the dance floor to fall to the ground. Bucky sat up when the dust settled and looked around. He saw several soldiers standing, armed. In front of them were 2 people, John Walker and... you armed with guns and 2 swords attached to your back (your specialty).

You look around the room filled with frightened people and scoff, “What’s the matter? Never saw anyone crash a party before?” you shout to the crowd.

Natasha stepped up, “Y/N, what are you doing? Why are you with Walker?” she asked.

You looked at Nat with a smirk, “Well, after the man I loved cheated on me with his blast from the past, I decided that there might have been a reason. I looked back on my life and found that no good deed truly goes unpunished. So fuck good deeds!” you shout.

You look at Bucky you is staring at you in disbelief, “Hello Buck. I would ask if you missed me, but I saw you dancing with your slut and figured, nah,” you sneered.

“Y/N, please. Let’s talk this through. Whatever you thought happened did-”

“Do you honestly think I will believe a fucking word you say Barnes? I’ll answer that, nope! But don’t worry. I have a new man now. One that appreciates me completely and doesn’t screw around with ex’s. You’ve met John, right?” you ask pointing to John behind you.

John walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. Bucky tenses, wanting to pull John away from you. You however ignore your him and look around the room until you see her. Cowering on the floor. You walk slowly over and squat in front of her, enjoying her shaking in front of you, “Hello Dolores,” you say.

Before she can respond to get away, you grab her by the hair and pull her out in front of everyone.

“Oh Dot, isn’t this what you wanted? Everyone to know who you are and who fuck? That’s right people, this woman here,” you say pointing to Dot, “fucked this man here, while he was dating me,” you said laughing.

“I-I...I didn’t. I swear... I didn’t” Dot said shaking.

You glared at her, “Oh Dotty, come on, Doll. We both know what I heard,” you said.

Natasha stepped up again, “Y/N, what the hell are you doing! We had a plan! Why are you doing this?” she yelled frustrated.

You looked from her to Bucky, who looked distraught.

“Eh, I didn’t want to wait for your plan. So I came up with my own plan. Which reminds me, Johnny... where is that book?” you ask sweetly to John.

John gulps and walks up to you to hand you a book. You show the team who’s eyes widen. You look directly at Bucky, “Oh baby, I was wondering if the Winter Soldier would like to play,” you say shaking the red book with the black star.

Bucky froze in fear. His heart is completely broken. You, his love, the woman he would kill for, is wanting to turn him into the monster.

Chapter 8 / Chapter 10

Oh man. Things are going to get exciting! And yes in this case John Walker is just a bad guy, never tried to be Cap or anything for the sake of this story, but everyone still hates him. Feedback is appreciated.

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xxiamtiebrousxx · 3 years ago

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Metal Limbs ( Engineer x Reader One Shot)

You walked down the streets of Teufort, watching out for any thugs who might have wanted to mug you. Keeping your head down, no one noticed you. You kept your head down low, the hood of your sweater covering your face. You were invisible. Except for the Texan who watched from afar. Dell Conagher invited his friend, Jane, for some coffee. Instead of ordering Starkbucks like a normal person, the soldier had an outburst and was currently wrestling some raccoons in the garbage bins outside of the shop. Dell sighed. You looked over from your side of the street. Some guy fought some raccoons. You scoffed, stuffing your hands inside of your hoodie’s pocket. You passed by the alley, checking it. Usually, there was someone who threatened to attack you. You sighed. There was no one there. Dell watched as you checked the alley. Soldier returned, all beat up. The engineer groaned at the sight of his friend. “The little bandits stole my helmet,” Jane said, taking his seat. “Ya lucky Medic has vaccines in his cabinet,” Dell replied. “We should get home so we can fix ya.” He stood up. “Ah’ll pay the bill.” “No need, my hard hatted friend,” Jane said. He pulled out his team captain's burning flames hat. Dell sighed. “Ya can’t use that as payment,” he replied. Dell reached for his wallet when someone shouted. “GIMME YOUR MONEY!!!” he yelled. Everyone on the patio started to panic. Soldier looked to his friend, who nodded. “I wouldn’t do that if I was you, maggot,” Jane said, punching his fist into his palm. “I ain’t afraid of you,” the robber said, putting up his gun. “I have a gun, and a knife.” He pulled out a kitchen knife from his pocket. “Ya shouldn’t mess with us,” Dell said. “But Ah’m gonna give ya a chance to run.” The robber lunged at the engineer, but something metallic prevented Dell from being stabbed. Jane watched in awe as you held your arm in front of the knife. “What the?!?” the robber exclaimed. You were making your way around the corner when you noticed a suspicious character walk into the coffee shop. You decided to follow and hid behind the shop. The scene played out just as you suspected. The robber was ready to attack Dell, but you jumped in to save him on time. “Get him!” you grunted. Jane looked at Dell, surprised. “Do as they say,” Dell said, going around. The robber pulled his knife out of your arm and swung at Dell. You kicked the robber in the gut. With a metallic thud, his ribs broke. “HOW?!?” Soldier yelled. “NO REGULAR LEG CAN DO THAT!!!” “Shut it and help!” Dell yelled, hitting the robber over the head. You gave him one final blow with your elbow and he was out. The bystanders watching cheered. The cops pulled up and dragged the robber away. “Now that was very mighty of ya to help,” Dell said. You turned to face him. “I just didn’t want to see anyone get hurt,” you replied. “You’re a hero,” Jane said, patting your arm, slightly hard. He groaned, pulling back. The ripped sleeve of your sweater exposed your metal limb. Dell noticed. “What’s this?” he asked, reaching for your arm. You yelped, pulling back. “Uh you know what?” you said. “I need to go pick up something.” You began to run. “Wait!” Dell cried. “What’s your name?!?” “Y/n!” you yelled back, turning around the corner and disappearing. He sighed. You popped your head around the wall. “And if you want to meet up again, I’ll be in the park this evening.” You disappeared again, leaving Dell happy. “Are you gonna see them again?” Soldier asked. “Ah hope so.” *>/<* You rolled up your sleeve to check any damage to your metal prosthetic. You lost your arm and leg in an explosion when you were young. All your life, you were made fun of. People called you Edward Elric, Darth Vader. They made the “it must’ve cost you an arm and a leg” joke all the time. A man had managed to build you metal limbs to replace your missing ones. He connected your nerves to the arm and leg. You were one with the limbs. You sighed, relieved. The arm had not been damaged terribly. It was still in working condition. You put down your wrench and

stood up. It was one hour before the evening. You slipped on your sweater. You grabbed your keys and began to walk to the park. Dell intrigued you and you wanted to learn more about him. Dell adjusted his overalls and tie. Soldier suggested that he’d wear one to look more like a gentleman. People liked that. He sat on the bench. Gunslinger was attached to his arm. Medic was too busy to regrow his arm. Of course, from what Dell saw, you were the same. “Hey,” you said, coming up to the engineer. “What’s up?” you asked. Dell smiled. “Hi Y/n,” he answered. “Ah’m fine, how about ya?” You shrugged. “So-so,” you said. You looked down at Dell’s hand. Gunslinger was visible. Your eyes widened. “You have a metal limb too?” you asked, kneeling down. Dell chuckled. “It’s just mah hand,” he said. “Ah call it Gunslinger.” “How’d you lose your hand?” you asked. “Wait, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be asking personal questions.” “Nah it’s fine,” Dell replied. “I just need to know one thing before answering.” You mumbled okay. “How’d you get yours?” You blushed. “Um,” you said, rolling up your sweater’s sleeve. You also rolled up your right pant leg. “I lost them in an explosion.” Dell grabbed your hand. “Well Ah think you look nice,” he said. “The craftsmanship behind this is ingenious!” You blushed. “So what about Gunslinger?” you asked, taking your seat next to him. “Ah had my doctor amputate my hand,” he replied. “Together, we worked to attach my nerves with Gunslinger. You gasped. “Why do that?!?” you exclaimed. “Having a fleshy hand is the best.” Dell looked at you. “It was for scientific research,” he said. “Besides, it helps me in my workforce.” “I guess that’s reasonable,” you replied. “Yeah.” The two of you watched as kids walked with their families back home. “We should do this again,” you said. “Meet up every once in a while.” “Ah agree,” Dell replied. “Next time, we should go out for coffee.” You nodded. “It’s a date,” you said, shaking his hand.

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holewithinahole · 3 years ago

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Chaotic | Jinx x he/him reader

Summary: You try to take Jinx on a date but everything goes wrong.

Warnings: fluff, non-native writer, unchecked grammar

A lovely request I got by @its-a-game-i-lost. The idea is just so funny to me. I wish I could have expanded more on the characters... I hope I did good!

You’re a pretty standard young man. You grew up in the Lanes, committed petty theft and rose middle fingers at enforcers like any other healthy child. Now, you work your ass off in the factories and bring back bits of broken equipment for Jinx to play with.

You have a relationship with Jinx. A friendly relationship you’d say. Everything is relative when it concerns Jinx. But she often comes to spend time with you to talk about this and that so you take it as a win.

You want to take her on a date. A real one, a sweet one, a conventional one.

But nothing is ever conventional with Jinx. You discovered this the hard way.

The first time, she’s laying on your couch, munching candies she stole during her last Piltover heist when you ask: “Wanna come with me to topside, real quick?”

She looks up at you then smiles knowingly. She has the time to grab her trusty Pow-Pow before you stop her: “Uh, I don’t think you’ll need it.”

She pauses then laughs: “Ya’ right! Better to travel light hehe.”

Nothing went as planned. Obviously. The small hidden cafe you wanted to take her to call the enforcers and you ended up running all the way down to the Lanes. Everything would have probably gone better if Jinx had restrained herself from tagging buildings on your way there but more importantly if she had restrained from shooting random bullets at the enforcers while laughing maniacally.

You realised later, when laying on your bed at 2 am, that the romantic vision of a date near the docks, eating pastries and laughing carefreely would never come true. You wanted it real bad but it will never be possible. Not with Jinx.

And somehow you didn’t care all that much. For Jinx, you could do less conventional.

The second time, you’re sitting on a chair in Jinx’s lair.

“Wanna go have a drink at the Last Drop?”

Jinx is currently working on her little bombs, goggles on her face and humming to rock music. You have already popped the question four times before she finally answers you: “Maybe this time you’ll take something other than beer.”

You scoff: “You never take something other than cavernberry juice!”

She slumps on her own chair, arms dangling down as she sighs dramatically: “Ugh now I crave it!” She throws her goggles on the floor then flashes you a smirk. Your heart skips a beat. “Come on, you paying!”

You’re so enamoured, you’d pay for all Piltover.

The pub is pretty crowded that day. Jinx pushes past people without a care in the world to reach the bar where she asks for her regular juice. You come to stand behind her swiftly, not feeling comfortable all of a sudden. You should have thought twice before suggesting to come here. Even if the Last Drop remains neutral territory, after Silco’s death, Jinx hasn’t been really welcomed.

Not everyone is fond of the reinforced scrutiny of enforcers in the wake of her recent 'explosive' raids.

Jinx, not aware at all of the tension, laughs with the barman, asking for a straw. Suddenly, a man twice your size walks towards you. Oh, this doesn’t smell good at all... “‘got a problem?”

The thug answers by pushing you back against the counter, roughly colliding with Jinx who spits her drink.

“'the fuck you want, dickhead!” She yells, wiping her mouth.

She may be the first to get her gun out, a manic light in her eye, but you’re the last to duck when he swings his fist right in your face.

You surprisingly both end up getting out of there alive, with a few more bruises and a broken nose, your arms over each other’s shoulders for support. Thankfully no one died but you sure as hell won’t be going back to the Last Drop anytime soon.

“That was fucking fun!”

At least one is happy.

You kinda accepted the fact you’ll never have a conventional - or even unconventional at this point - date with Jinx. You even accepted you might never have a date at all. That’s what you ponder while eating - read: mope while staring at - your bowl of Jericho Special.

“Another!” Jinx exclaims, slamming her plate down. Jericho flinches but complies. “What’s going on, boo-boo? You look so gloomy!”

I want to grab your stupid tiny hand while we walk and kiss you when we go our separate ways, you think bitterly.

“Nothing.”

She stops eating halfway to stare at you. Her being so silent only means she’s thinking very hard about something. She leans towards you, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow. You stare at her, blushing slightly at your proximity.

"What?"

“I have exactly what you need!” She tugs you out of your chair by your arm. You only have a couple seconds to throw some money to Jericho.

Back to her lair, she blasts music to an indecent level before coming close to you, moving - dancing? - in ridiculous fashion.

“Come on! Let it go, man!”

She grabs your hands and twirl. You let out a cry that only makes her laugh more. She moves her hips and pumps her fists up in the air gleefully.

You can only watch her in disbelief, chuckling at her antics. She’s the craziest, most insane person you’ve ever met, she’s overflowing chaotic energy in a skinny body and you’re drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

So you do what you should have done ages ago, you grab her face with two hands and lean in to kiss her.

You except kicking or screaming, maybe a big exclamation of disgust but she presses against you forcefully, still shaking her hips to the music. She giggles against your lips, pulls on your top hard enough to tear and it’s perfect.

“Not so gloomy anymore, uh?” She licks her lips before leaning in one more time.

Third time is a charm.

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mysterylover123 · 4 years ago

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BNHA Chapter 291: “Let My New Villain Crush Say His Piece”

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AWW He’s so cute you guys! I think I’m officially declaring Toya/Dabi my new LOV crush. It used to be Shigaraki and he’s still 2nd. Technically Shigaraki’s actually more sympathetic than Toya, since they’ve both got tragic backstories and abusive dads and Shigaraki at least still likes his friends, while Toya hates everyone and just does not give a fuck. But hey, I still love him anyway. Seriously everyone in this series needs a hug.

(lol no way I’d dye it). It’s the Bride of Frankenstein look ya’ll!

SHADES OF LIL KACCHAN. Man no wonder Shoto’s so drawn to Lord Explosion Murder.

1) I guess we’re officially confirming that Endeav did not, in fact, sexually assault Rei into pregnancy. Which - GOOD. There’s a limit to what morally complex characters can get away with and still be redeemable. 2) BABY FUYUMI AND BABY TOYA CUTE OVERLOAD.

IS THAT THE ALL MIGHT FIST OF TRIUMPH?!

Uh oh baby burning. That image of endeavor across the gulf from All Might sure comes up a lot.

Well then you shouldn’t have abused your kids dumbass.

Let’s sum this part up pretty simply: DABI: “They never told you what happened to your son.” ENDEAV: They told me he was dead. DABI: No, I am your son. ENDEAV: That’s not true. That’s impossible! DABI: Search the DNA tests, you know it to be true. ENDEAV: NO!!! NO!!!

1) Spinner is so Shigaraki’s LOV boyfriend. 2) Seriously Dabi you didn’t tell any of them? 3) Tomura are you OK?

LOL THAT WOULD BE HILARIOUS. Shiggy: “Also I’m All Might’s master’s grandkid! And Kurogiri’s Aizawa’s long lost friend! And Muscular’s Bakugou’s cousin, Toga’s Ochako’s wife, Spinner’s Tsuyu’s secret dad, Gigantomachia’s Kirishima’s grandfather, Compress is Jirou’s 5th cousin once removed, and All for One is Deku’s dad...” blah blah blah (actually 2 of those are true...)

Um isn’t 99.99% less Missing Lost Son and more Actual Clone?!

OH SHIT MORE REVELATIONS?! THIS GUY’S NOT DONE YET!

POOR NATSUO AND FUYUMI. Your whole family is so screwed.

Legit good question! Even if he’s asking it for selfish reasons.

AW! You precious child. I was wondering what his verbal reaction would be. Looks like we’re going with “Denial”.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

Oh dear god (BTW Who the fuck was filming this? Is big brother always watching or something)

Oh man. (Poor freaking Twice. Isn’t this exactly what Curious wanted to do to Toga? I think she’s gonna be pissed at Dabi later on).

ENDEAVOR AND HAWKS FEELS. HOLY SHIT

Ooh, I think you just made a mistake Dabi. Jumped the gun a little. (Please don’t let this undo all the good, society-destroying work our villain did before this once the Not Deadness of Jeanist gets out! People already don’t want to believe him)

Similar to who? Also TOKOYAMI. HAWKS. OH GOD

HOLY SHIT. (Similar to someone else? By that DO YOU MEAN YOU!?! Oh man I thought Dabi/Hawks was sunk for good after the burning incident but maybe not so much.)

All good points! Great writing and art touch, all those ads. (Again, he’s still a dick for doing all this. But still. Worth thinking about).

1. HIS FRIENDS CALL HIM CANT YA SEE KUN. 2. deku and kachcan deku and kacchan you guys need so many hugs. 3. Yeah right Dabi. Sure you would’ve. 4. Iida and Hado get to be part of this!

Endeav’s gonna have a real crisis now that the Denial Stage is over.

(Senpai=Hado?) “The Others” here...I’m guessing Kacchan and Aizawa? Either way, that “Midoriya”. Tododeku is alive and well! (+TDBK and bKDK. The OT3 lives). Also CRYING SHOTO. HUG HIM DEAR GOD SOMEONE HELP THIS GUY. And he’s keeping it together pretty well though!

Fierce Deku and Kacchan! Dabi using ultimate moves from Endeavor!

Here we go.

Jeanist is here huh. Yay he’s not dead!

So I asked myself while writing this, why am I apparently not wanting Jeanist to pop up and prove Dabi’s “lying” (he’s not, he just doesn’t know the truth) about Hawks? Apparently I want society’s faith in heroes to be shaken or something. Well yeah. I guess, as long as our heroes make it out of this arc alive, I’m kinda rooting for the villains to win here. Not because I agree with them, but because it feels like that’s the point of this arc, this piece of the story. It’s the “fall of the old” to make way for the new. The Darkest Hour, the ending of the Empire Strikes Back (fittingly), the climax of the Rise of Villains Saga for the series as a whole. Night getting darkest just before the dawn. So I guess I want the villains to win here. (so the UA protags can bring everything back up again). I guess I’m just hoping Jeanist’s arrival doesn’t undermine everything Dabi just said, cause so much of it is true. All the stuff about Endeav is true. And Hawks did kill Twice, for the greater good no. So to have everyone just live in denial...it would undermine this whole arc. So yes, I’m rooting for the villains here.

(again, not endorsing their behavior at all.)

On break sadly. TWO WEEKS FROM NOW.

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𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 - 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐗 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐢-𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ..𝐏.𝐓 1

Summary: Miya Atsumu the one you've been crushing on purposely bring your life a living hell but on the present day, things we'll get reversed as it seems before. And you were delighted by it...

Warning: Humiliation, mentions of mental disorder, mentions of harassment, past trauma (School-Bullying), mass murder, guns & drugs, and disturbing behavior, suggestive , explosion

Flashback

"Miya-san, I love you!"

"Tsk... Why would like someone as PIG as you are!?"

You flinched as you slowly rose and look at his honey darken orbs, staring disgustingly at you.

"B-because... Um... um uh-...."

He was smirking, and leans down at the exact eye level as you are.

"B-B-BECAUSE UM UH!? Yer funny! how about yer get the fuck outta ma' business or else somethin' might happen unpleasantly "

He smiled and turned away about to head home, your back of your head burns then tears came up and falls down to your chin then the concrete.

He could've just let you down easily...

He could've! But what he did was the hard way... And you couldn't take those words lightly.

But Although, wiping your eyes using your jacket sleeves. Your eyes glare at his retreating figure, seeing how his ego overflowing with such confidence and passion from volleyball.

"Soon... You'll regret what you've done for you to say such things aren't necessary, Miya-san"

In many effort of you confession and this is the 15th time. Plus after this he make fun of you ,dump you some soda on your hair, shoving you over, and pulling your hair. He was enjoying his fun so much, he stole the last dignity the god once told you to take care of.

But this guy have taken an advantage of it and take it, making you snap and never came to school that day... And never ever return again

End Flashback...

The platinum blonde holds your forearm. His eyes which holds greater concern and trying to prevent something that you might regret later on.

Like hell you will... What a joke

"Y/n... Don't go" he grips a little tight, his eyes pleads to stay.

YOU PIECE OF SHIT OF A PISS-HAIR, you thought irritatingly staring back at him but not physically but mentally. You smiled and pat his head.

"I'll be out for a bit, Miya-san the so-called customers needed me for their so-called delivery" You chirped, trying not to stab his face with the nearby pencil.

"Ya' could've just call me Tsumu.. ya know?," He said while pouting his finger still wrapped around your forearm. "Please accompany me... I want yer ass here! I want to cuddle ya!!" He whines, bawling like a baby.

A angered mark appeared on your cheek, your so close punching him. "Sorry, Miya-san I insist that you go do your routine alone" With that you shove your arm away and immediately trots towards the doorway before he had the chance to engulf you again in his arms.

"What a pathetic man he was... Thinking in the past that I still want him" you tutt'ed and jump off the 4th storage white apartment and landed gracefully like a cat on fours. "Such pity" you giggled as you scanned the place for that buyer.

You saw your buyer at the corner of an abandoned building and you smirked walking over the lone man, oh boy he was heaving heavily plus eyes bloodshot. Must be so obsessed over the illegal product you produce, not caring about his life right now.

"Hello! Are you here to buy my white powder?? " You chirped as the man flinch in flash his head turn his afront of you at mentions of the word, white powder.

"YES! BITCH GIVE IT TO ME"

"Only ¥679000 please!"

He throws his brief case on the ground. You smiled with close eyes as you give him a small plastic pouch, he giggled and happily snatched before running like a lost maniac.

"*Whistles* damn what a day" crouching down to reach over the brief case, opening to make sure something aren't alrighty.

And to your relief, it was just money.

If it was a bomb, you are good at throwing people at the head and might as well make a refund would help with using his life.

"Ah~ what a fine day!

In the gym, Atsumu was on the bench sitting uncharacteristically still and quiet (much of Kiyoomi's satisfaction) he was staring on the floor.

"EYY Tsumu! Why are you down for? Should've you practicing??" Kotaro pat his shoulder, he jumped and just chuckled dryly then pushes the spiker hand's away.

"Ahh... Just thinkin' somethin' d-don't mind me... " He was feeling touch starve at the moment and couldn't get you to be wrapped around his arms holding you so tight. The slight frustration of you being live-in partner and almost a lover (he hasn't confess yet...) The urges to just hugged you and feel the strands of your hand for just a minute.

Yet you refuse to let him do so...

Bandaging some of his fingers, and stood up then started to warm-up to practice some serves and some set. This mind was drifting how your face refuse to let you know he wants you and heck He can just tell you right the hell now even the heavy rain couldn't stop him approaching you then start a heavy make-up underneath.

But right now, he needed to focus right now. (If he can... Poor boy)

Gun fire was heard and a loud thumping foots then mad screams filled the building of a certain headquarters that wanted you dead.

"Do you really think you can fucking kill me!? For a stupid reason??! FUCK YOU" you point both of your twin guns and hail a thousand bullets at each agent.

Making their blood spray on the wall... You smirked and saw Sero Rintaro, the auditor of the headquarter glared at you.

"You fucking bitch... Stop interrupting my business!" He yelled pointing his M16 Calliber at you then started to fire. In which you perform acrobatics to dodge all the bullets with the mad grin. "This place is not accepting for the likes you of you! Get lost!!" Then stop firing and unlock the grenade before throwing at you. In instant, you got an idea using your katana as baseball bat then home run the grenade back the auditor himself.

He was in complete shock when the grenade was switch places to him. He yells profanities before being blow to shreds .

"Pathetic... BUT! Thank you for bringing the upmost gift of all time!" You bowed still giggling mess about how their horrible surgery, torture, and experiment on you when you volunteer to ONLY help to them.

But hey... They started to regret it.

A door sound slides and there was your comrade, Shizuka. She was chewing a bubble with both of her TEC-09 on her delicate hand. "Ah... What a mess I thought you were dead sisy we were just gonna revive afterwards said by the doc"

"Whatever did we got what we-" you were cut off when you saw a hole behind the desk. Shit, you were escaped by the auditor himself. "Fucking bullshit... Anyway did we get it what we objected of?" She chuckled and nodded "Yeah he'll be alright... It was just he was forced to undergo experiment by this goons in words of your whereabouts"

You sighed running your hand over your hair before eyeing once more the hole the auditor created. "Let's go shit gonna be hellfire on this place"

With you showered the place with C4 and bomb the place entirely in massive explosion and flames.

Odis and Shizuka cheered "HAPPY NEW YEAR!!" earning a chuckled from you and a face palm from the combat-doctor.

At the way home of your apartment shared with Atsumu himself, you saw him there on the stairs sitting behavely like a child patiently wait for your arrival.

He was pouting and he had his arms crossed.

What a man-child you thought before you snickered. He heard you and like a puppy he almost tackle you down on the floor.

"Y/n! Where were ya!? And YER HURT!?!?" You cover your ears from his outburst and started to untangle yourself off his arms but he didn't budge much of your displeasure.

"I'm alright Miya-san just a couple of scratches from a large thug" You try an EFFORT to let go because of his masculine cologne is very strong and it's gonna make you throw up.

"Ya could've just called yer know? Ya can trust yer roommate" pointing at himself, but his arms still glued around your waist, your bloodlust is almost at this limit.

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"Atsumu-san! I LOVE YOU!"

"SHUT YER TRAP Pig leave me alone! Will ya??!"

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"Aight... Aight you can let go now your suffocating me" you breath through your teeth. Palm both of his chest and push yourself away from him.

Eyeing him up, his expression was disbelief and further sadness. You could tell that this blondie is pretty much...

Touch starve..~

It's cute least to say that he's suffering like you were in highschool.

"I'm now cooking dinner here's the list of what I needed... Go crazy" winking at him patting his shoulder three times before entering yourself inside the apartment you two shared of.

You sighed and snickered, it all according to plan. Looking through your cute bunny-themed notepad, which written:

1. Live in with him ⭕

2. Befriend him ⭕

3. Make fun of him or Bully him mentally ⭕

4. Make him jealous

5. Go crazy about you

6. Reject him at all fours

"How long are you gonna last Miya-san?" A sly evil grin grew the side of your lips, (E/c) eyes glow in pure madness. As you engulf of an imagination on your brain about him being corrupted little bitch on the ground.

Drooling and Begging to be punish.

"Y/n-sama... Punish me~"

You couldn't help but giggle at the plan of humiliation you desire for him to feel.

The feel of what he did...

The feel of what shit fuckery he did back then.

This ego... You wanna deflate right in front of everybody.

"Just you wait Miya-san... Just you wait" as you roared out an insane laughter.

Your laughter interrupt a call, you picked it up and heard Geo, the combat-doctor of the group of the Anti-group.

"Y/n Tomorrow I've got a mission alongside the airheaded duo"

"Roger that... Where's the location at?"

"Behind where your roommate practice at... The auditor and his goons were hiding there"

You smirked and answered with "Okay see ya," then brought the down the call.

"Looks like we are gonna save some man-child's buttcheeks"

Next day...

"Y/n-chan!? Y-y-yer here!?!" You could tell an imagination of a doggy tail and ears on him. But you put on a shades because he's too bright for to handle.

Especially the human tangerine one who's sparkling in infinite rays of sunshine.

"Why not? How can a NICE roommate like me can't I support my good ol' roommate?" At the corner of your eyes and saw Suna, Suna Rintaro himself. He was staring his eyes slightly dilated at your figure.

Ohoho~ The auditor's son... How great. You wave at him with a smile in which he turned and went to grab another ball to spike making Komori confuse at his actions.

"Y/n," you hummed and look at Kiyoomi. He was blushing despite his effort to just looking at the other side of the gym.

"H-how are you?" He stuttered and he clicked his tongue for that. You only smiled eye closed "I'm doing fine, Sakusa-san! Just enjoying life is all~!"

"I-i see...By the way it's o-omi"

Can't believe he's trying to win you back, despite his lack of touch back in the day. You sorta the ONE who broke up with Sir Germaphobe here, he was suprise and didn't say back then.

Now he's trying his best to clean it up. You pity him really but...

The damage has already done.

"HEY HEY! Y/N LOOK AT ME SERVE THIS BALL!!?" You avert back to Puppy boy himself who was waving at you holding a Mikasa volleyball.

He throws it upwards before running and jump then SMACK!

You saw how his small celebration was, as you walk over his side. He was awaiting for your praise to boost his ego...

Huh?? Like hell you would...

"It's only a serve Miya-san you don't have to like Show off afront of anyone here... Everyone's here can do that"

"HUH!?!? IT'S ONLY A SERVE!? CAN YA AT LEAST APPRECIATE ME FOR ONCE WILL YA! "He whines and bawled like huge baby he is.

🤭 damn

"Anyways your match is going to start"

The eyes of gold stabbing on your back, coldy.

"Yeah! Che-"

But Kiyoomi beat him to it.

"Cheer for me" Kiyoomi was looking the other before bringing it back another time to meet yours again.

At the corner of your eye, Atsumu's honey orbs get dulled his happy smile he once wore banished when his teammates beat him to it.

4.Make him Jealous ⭕ Ohoho~! Two more to go

"I will Omi" He blushes and nodded before running over to line up. Atsumu gets back to his track and tried to say the words again but your gaze was still staring LOVINGLY at Kiyoomi.

He felt destroyed, when you don't acknowledged his presence too. His eyes just watch you walk up the bleachers ignoring their fans talking about you.

"Yo! Atsumu line up"

"Oh! Right there!!" He couldn't help but thinking it.

Are you Omi-Omi and You had a thing before? Or did two of you came back together.

Oh please don't he thought... It's only gonna make his blood boil and frustration. He was yet to say his feelings to your after this match was over.

He couldn't help but wonder... Is it?

Because if you did something might snap and he'll make Kiyoomi pay for it.

At the bleachers, you were delighted and you were hiding your smirking under your mouth.

"what a perfect view... He's shivering how pity"

Okay that was long thats all. Plus, this one is shitty asf and I have words plus if your gonna make fun I'll a IDC one and leave a block on ya or maybe report of whatsoever I'm here so don't test me.

You don't like the content the door is always open for you to exit bigtime

That's all

-Ariella

#miya atsumu #angst #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #slight Kiyoomi x Reader #slight suna x reader #MDI #yandere Atsumu

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