#Sev PLEASE 😂

[isurrendertoclones]

Yesterday I was refreshing my memory about Sev’s self-assigned side mission to protect Vau from Atin and being just the biggest possible shebs to Atin lmao and it occurred to me how hilarious it would be if Vau found out about this

And he’s like Oh-Seven. Sev. Sev’ika. (Sev: 😳)

Do you really think I need protecting? 🤨

And Sev just bluescreens

[mayasaurusss]

Hello, I really liked the way you write about Jinx, can you please write about how femme! the reader and Isha fall into a trap and as a result, while protecting Isha, the reader is injured and Jinx goes into her killer mode (you don’t have to write if you don’t want to) you can just write aftercare if you want

A helping hand

A/N: and here it's finally done! I could have made this oneshot quicker and shorter but then I got chaught up in writing it... and I woke up eight days later with this in my drafts😂. I don't ususally like how I handle stories, but I think that this one turned out pretty good. As mentioned in another post, it's very heavily plot driven and it's a wopping eleven pages worth of writing. My grammar, as always, might not be the top gamma. I hope you guys will enjoy it! Also this was mixed with something someone suggested on ao3!

Contains: female reader, violence, murder, mentions of saliva and vomiting, hurt and comfort, very heavily plot driven, happy ending with a happy family. Lenght: 6k/ 11 pages.

The limited air inside the vent makes you choke on your breath, chemicals and smoke filling your lungs and hollowing your brain. A loud sound echoes inside the metal hull, alerting every one of your senses. "Isha! Be careful!" you whisper-yell at the kid, who's crouching in front of you, placing her hat back on.

She just huffs in response, rolling her eyes before continuing her tour inside Zaun's vents. Isha has not been too fond of you since you entered her life; one reason could be that she thought she had to compete with you for Jinx's attention. The other reason, maybe, is that you were from topside. Piltover, The City of Progress. The city who exploited and hurt the poor citizens of the Undercity. Avid hands commanding from atop marble skyscrapers, grinning smiles sucking away the air of the lanes.

It's no wonder you're not Isha's favorite; Sevika too seemed to have a disdain for you, either because of your privileged position or for the way Jinx was distracted and dreamy when you were near.

To ingratiate yourself into Isha's favours and to make it at least somewhat pleasant for both of you to be near each other, you agreed to follow her in a walk through the lanes.

Jinx had invited you into her own private lair, after much convincing on her part. One day, she just swept you up and brought you down with her, making you walk through fissures, alleys and neon lit streets.

"You should have a tour of The Lanes, y'know, to learn how life's like down here" a flicker of a spark reflecting in her goggles as she made some of her obscure machine-thingies. "So give me one" you said, prompting Jinx to hum in thought. "I am busy today, and Sev' is too. Besides, I don't think you'll enjoy each other's company" she glanced at Isha, who was drawing Stinkmaw on her notebook. "You'll just have to settle for Isha" the kid propped her head up at the mention of her name, already looking with stars in her eyes at Jinx, not aware of your previous conversation. "What do you say Isha? Want to have fun with your new friend? Give her a tour of the Undercity?", Isha sized you from head to toe with a snarl on her lips, eyes moving between you and Jinx while her face became more and more agitated. "Come on, she's not that boring" Jinx moved back to her work, sparks flying and lit up her face, "I should know". Your face grew hot with her words, remembering what happened between you two just weeks prior. Isha gave a disgusted 'ew', before Jinx turned her head to watch the kid, a shadow of anger in her eyes. "No excuses! Come on, just go around a bit, become friends!".

"Jinx I, I don't think this is a wise idea. I mean, Isha is just a kid: what if something happens? I-" Jinx interrupted you, her voice almost lost between the screeching sounds of metal scraps flickering sparks between each other. "You'll both be fine. Isha is a smart kid, she'll get out of any situation. As for you..." she turned to you, a teasing glint in her eyes, "...will you be able to keep up with her?".

'No, not at all' you answer to her mental image, struggling to keep your pace behind Isha. The kid is fast inside these tunnels, and your body is not accustomed to their narrow spaces and to the flow of smoke and waste. The metal feels light and shaky under your weight, giving you the impression that at the slightest of pressure, you will sink beneath and break your ribs into the concrete of just another of Zaun's alleys. You steady on, carefully applying your weight where each border of the metal tubes meet, following the shadow of Isha.

After what feels like ages, you finally spot the end of a tunnel, light shining on the dirty buildings giving it a green hue. Isha crawls towards it, leaving you behind in the dusty tunnels, prompting you to follow her quickly. The kid has already jumped in the street below, adjusting her hat on, turning her back to you while she begins to walk away. You take in a deep breath, calculating the height of your jump, before falling messily on the concrete.

"Ack, shit" Isha gives you a dirty look, "What?". She just rolls her eyes, before continuing on, not waiting for you. The Undercity is just what you expected: crowds of people fill it's street, smoking and squaring you up; sellers shout to lure in buyers, presenting their merch of metal husks, hundreds of different flavours of tobacco and pieces of meat that you'd rather not know from what they came from. At the far corners, gang groups threaten and push against each other, their blades glinting with a malicious look. The streets are lit by bright neon signs, filled with all possible smells and gasses, overcrowded to the point that you're short of breath. Distantly, you can hear the sound of machinery evermoving, of water and air and of shipments departing from shore. The city itself beats and pumps, like a living heart.

Everything is suffocating; too loud, too much. And what's worse is, everyone knows that you don't belong. Their eyes are envious, angry, a dangerous hate barely hidden beneath their scleras. Hell, Isha, the kid who is known to have a kind heart, can barely hide it. For a moment, too caught up in your mind and it's worries, you miss Isha turning around, entering a dark hallway. You follow her blue locks until you're far from people, now only surrounded by high walls and some couples making out in a corner. On one wall there are signs of damage: claws and dents and what looks to be a... strange green goop staining the bricks, along with scraps of metal of an exoskeleton.

You find Isha sitting at the corner where the street opens, back against the wall. You are not too sure what she is doing: after all, she has proved to be rather uninterested in you. What you don't realize, not at first anyway, is that she had run through the crowd into the alley to lure you away from that noisy hell so you'd have time to get used to it. Sliding down next to her, your clothes drag down the dirt and dust of years behind them. Silence feels heavy above your head, the distant sounds of the crowd the only thing keeping you at least a bit sane.

Isha has found a pastime in rolling the hem of her hat on the ground, trying to make a perfect spin with it. The sounds of metal against concrete screech inside the hallway, attracting more than just one pair of eyes. You can feel Isha's reluctance to begin so close to you, probably thinking to herself that it was a mistake waiting for you. When the silence feels too heavy, then you finally speak. "Isha...listen" the hat spinning stops abruptly, it's hem catched between Isha's thumb and index finger. "I know you don't like me" she's surprised that you decided to face the problem right away; it's not something your people are known for. "You've made it all too clear these past days. I know you are wary of me; I know the Undercity is wary of us". The kid's eyes are now on you, studying, squaring you up, detecting any lies that you may hide under your sweet words.

"But... I am not my city. I know what you have been through and I am..." you falter for a moment, thinking that you're starting to sound a little too guilty and invested in this, and that she may recognize this as insincere. "What I meant to say is... I would like to be your friend, if you want to".

Isha doesn't answer you right away, but you see a small smile spread on her lips. You breathe a sigh of relief at successfully bringing down her walls.

She jumps back up, extending her hand to yours, palm open and a curious smile on her face. You take it, careful to not push your weight down on her before you too stand up.

"Come on, let's go home. This is good enough of a tour for me today", you take Isha's hand, ready to walk back to Jinx's, before something clutters inside the hallways, spreading its dull, hollow metal sound everywhere. The sound gets closer and closer, the item of its origin stopping its course at your feet. It's a cylinder shaped, stubby looking object; drawn on its surface are what you recognize to be Jinx's drawings, imitating a grinning gaping mouth of some evil creature. The red light you are so familiar with, the one which with Jinx blows her enemies to bits, is off.

"Well, look what we have here. The runt of that crazed bitch and Piltover's finest trash". From under the fuming tubes, a tall, scruffy looking man shows up. His hair is in a buzz cut style, thin muscles tightly attached to his bones, making him look starved and unkept. Black tattooed run over his forehead and cheeks, giving his sulken eyes even more of a crazed look. His goons all show up after him, exiting from their hidden spots. "What do you want?" you try to sound though, but the wavering of your voice only gives away your fears. Isha hides behind you, clutching tightly at the fabric of your pants.

"Oh we don't want anything from you. But you see..." he reaches to fish something out of his pants. You see it before he shows it: the hem of a knife. He slides the blade out of its sheath, glimmering dangerously in the dark. "...that darling bitch of yours took something from us. Well, to be honest, someone. Someone very dear to our group" you look in between you and Isha, then at the distance between you and the goons, trying to think of an escape.

"What do you mean? How do you know Jin-" he laughs creepily, a little too high for your tastes, echoing between the walls. "How do I know Jinx? Everyone knows Jinx!" he gesticulates with the knife still in his hand, dangerously close to hitting himself in the eye with it. He inspects the blade with something dark inside his thoughts, dulling the colour out of his eyes. With a creepy and disturbing smile on his lips, he runs his finger along the line, blood trickling down its shape. He seems to take a sick kind of pleasure from seeing red staining the metal. "I gotta give it to her though, she really aimed high: fucking someone from Piltover is something none of us would dirty ourselves trying to".

A vein under your skin pumps blood into your brain faster, giving you the prospect of an annoying headache, "Watch that tone-". "Never thought that that small, smart runt would become what she is today. Powder really outdid herself", you don't miss the cruel smirk which paints his lips, enjoying infecting your relationship with Jinx. "Powder?" the name doesn't ring a bell, and you're left with the man's ominous eyes peering into your heart, telling you that 'you don't know anything'.

"Oh look, trust runs so deep between you two that you don't even know her real name! Did you really think a parent could ever name their child 'Jinx'?" the rest of his group laughs and mocks you like their leader is, like a hoard of sheep follows their shepard. "I don't need to know her name. If there is a reason why Po- Jinx is keeping her real name a secret from me, I am not gonna pry it open from her" you can feel your heart pump blood faster into your veins, that small headache becoming stronger and stronger as anger takes hold of your actions. "Mhm? Just like she kept her family's deaths a secret?" those words feel heavy when he speaks them, clearly holding some truth behind them. You try to remain calm but anger and fear are affecting your judgment. "W-What? What the fuck are you talking about?" their ugly laughs fill your ears, only aiding in alimenting the fire at your heart. "After our little...fight, he changed. He started to hang out with the wrong people, doing the wrong things..." slowly, ever so slowly, all of them start to circle around you. One, two, four, six of them, sporting grinning smiles, stalking you like hyenas.

"But he would have been the same has always, even if he had become dumber than he was. He would have been alive too, at this moment, if Vander hadn't intervened". None of what this man is saying makes sense to you. He's talking to you, but his words are meant for others: for his friends, for Isha, for Jinx. You, once again, are reminded that you're not welcome here. In their eyes, hate and hunger swirl, creating a whirlwind that sucks away at your courage, "Just...what do you want from me?!".

"Jinx and that sister of hers took our friend from us. Our boss. Now-" with mastered precision, he makes the blade jump from his hands, now it's tip pointing towards the ground. Something that you can only describe as burning hatred and killing intent paints his features, before he screams a rallying cry, "It's our turn taking everything from her!".

That is enough for the whole lot of them to pounce. One moment, and they are all on you; punching, kicking, twisting your hair in their grasp, snarling and mocking. In the confusion you lose Isha, not being able to distinguish her blue locks in between all that green and grey. For a split second, after they consume their gloves on you, no one is holding you down. You take the occasion to slip away from their grasps, falling backwards into the opening street. You take a second to choose what to do, and as you run towards the crowd once again, following where you assume Isha went, a feeling of anger rises in your stomach. The sound of the busy street echoes, a distant reminder that you have a life to return to, but something tugs at your heart to look at them in the eyes. Blood pumps fast in your veins, alerting every muscle, every bone, every fiber that danger is near, you need to go, but your heart, brain, the pride you take in begin still alive overtakes your judgment. You stop to look at them, the prospect of a challenge in your eyes, of saying 'Look at me!' and incite them to follow 'I am still alive!'.

They look like ravenous beasts, hunched backs and gleaming eyes, angry snarls on their faces, hate coursing through their veins. The leader of the group, the scruffy looking one, fishes something from his back and places it on the bottom of his face: it's a mask, made with grey metal and sprayed with fake golden accents to give it a more classy look. On the side there's a circular opening with a single point in the centre. He takes a syringe and inserts it in the hole, pushing the top down and filling the hollow cavities of the mask with purple gasses. He takes in a deep breath, eyes rolling backwards, before his body goes through a strange change, twitching and moving like he had been shocked. When he looks back at you his eyes are a deep, neon pink, the same shade of colour that paints Jinx's eyes. He moves towards you, pushing and snarling at his friends like a dog with rabies, breaking their bones on the walls, before, with all the air in his lungs, screams, "I'm going to enjoy skinning that piltie's clean skin away from your body!".

You don't make it far before, with an uncanny precision, he throws his blade towards you like a spear, metal sinking inside of your left side, dangerously close to your kidney. A gasp leaves your body before you fall on the floor, blood oozing from the wound. Hundred of needles pierce at your flesh, blood paints the concrete and your mind fuses with the flesh of your brain. Then it all stops; you're back in the alley, cold spreading from the wound throughout your body, followed by a unbearable heat. The blade is snatched from your side, an ear shattering scream erupting from your throat. He is on top of you, already inching the knife to the base of your neck, planning to stab you there, wanting to see the life leaving your body in the most gruesome way possible. "I can't wait to see the look on your girlfriend when I am going to bring her the eyes of her most loved!".

"Bye bye, piltie" you brace yourself for your end; you can almost already feel the knife lodged in your throat, but nothing happens. You hear the sound of a metal hulk resonating in the hallway, before he is knocked down by something thrown with force against his face. You recognize it to be the exoskeleton of the arm you saw before, lying around. The rod which was the building foundation for its making has been thrown on the man's ugly bat-like nose, making him bleed red.

Isha stands behind you, still in launching position, before she runs over to you and tries to help you up. When you do, white behind your eyelids blinds you, pain making your head spin. He gets up again, an animalistic wild look in his eyes. He moves again, muscles hardened with purple veins running along them, drool falling down the space between the mask and his skin. Before he can assault you again, Isha throws something at him: the bomb he himself kicked before, the one Jinx had made, moves through the air, soon to be the second object to hit his ugly face today. He recognizes the object and pales when he sees a red light zipping faster and faster, its grinning mouth inching closer to him.

A colorful light shines on the walls, paint of blue and pink shades falling down like rain; sparks of fire following the natural course of an explosion, fading out of existence a moment later. You run with Isha, hand in hand, away from this horrid place. This time, you don't look back.

A trickle of sweat falls down Jinx's temple while her eyes are focused on connecting two tubes of plastic together. Electricity flows through them, sending sparks flying dangerously close to her skin, before they are connected by the metal snaps on each of their ends. Jinx smiles as her creation takes its first movements, loudly clapping two copper coloured, round, small discs together, before stopping once again. Her fingers twist the key positioned on its back and the mechanic monkey comes to life once again. When her work is finally done, she puts it next to the other one she made hours prior.

The one meant for Isha is coloured with golden accents and decorated with graffitis all over. When turned on, it quickly smashes the plates against each other and plays an off-tune punk song if the button on its right leg is pushed; its eyes are golden, mimicking Isha's own. The one meant for you is far softer than the first: soft shades of pastel mix together with Jinx's characteristic pink, swirling your colours together. Instead of plates, it has a small, roughly knitted red heart in its hands. The left eye shines bright pink, while the other mirror's yours. There are no graffiti on it, except for a small heart on its chest, one near 'your' eye and a 'Jinx' on its left side.

She can't wait to see the look on your eyes when you will see it. She could never quite well express affection like other people do, so giving you gifts was what she did best. Just as she dreams of your face, she hears quick, loud steps coming closer and closer to her. "If you are Caitlyin, I appreciate your obsession with me, but I am in the middle of-" she recognizes Isha's laboured breaths and your pained groans before she can finish the phrase. And when she turns around, her face pales and her blood freezes. Isha has a panicked look to her face, one that she had never seen before; and you? Sweat falls with heavy tears down your face, the shade of your skin so much paler than it usually is, making you look almost dead. Your hand is tightly clutched on your side, where your hand is stained with...blood?

In a fraction of a second, Jinx is on you, hands checking at every curve of your body, focusing on places you might be hurt, while she asks question upon question, filling the air with a sense of urgency. You can only describe the look in her eyes as pure dread. If you didn't groan with pain every few seconds, you'd think Jinx was the one to have gotten hurt. The next few minutes are a whirlpool of movements and colours, making you spill your lunch on the floor. Soft fabric meets your back, suddenly naked with only your bra to cover your chest. Blood oozes faster out of you and you can feel your conscience leaving. Nothing else besides the red on your skin and the blurred shades of blue and brown exists for you.

"...ont worry, I al... got m... sis...er out of ...ble". When after wetting your wound with water, Jinx presses gauze on your body, you are suddenly brought back to life, violently. It feels like someone is crushing with all their might on you, despite Jinx applying the right pressure to the wound. If someone were to walk in right now hearing your screams, they'd think you were begin murdered. After what finally feels like an eternity, you are lying again on her bed, almost lifelessly. You don't have time to answer Jinx's questions, before you fall into a deep slumber.

Half an hour passes by, and the world seems sealed in a bubble of silence. Nothing moves. nothing makes noise, nothing happens. The only thing that does make noise are the voices in Jinx's head, screaming loudly at her for having let you go alone. 'You should have been there', 'See what happens when you let people into your life?', 'She is hurt. She might die. It's your fault'.

Their loud screams are enough to make one go crazy, but despite how confused she is, Jinx finds a will in herself to speak, to silence them. With her hand, she nudges Isha, getting her attention, and mouths "What happened?".

Isha doesn't answer. Her eyes burn holes into the metal of the helix, bottom lip tightly sealed under her teeth, before something in her breaks. She rushes in Jinx's arms, hiding herself into her chest, crying until the tears are gone and her throat is raw. They stay together, tangled into one another, for a while, until their bodies are cold. "Isha, what happened?" Jinx repeats.

Isha gets up, running over Jinx's desk and returns with two different coloured pencils. On the ground she draws a scene: you and her, hand in hand, with frowning faces; behind you six grinning figures, one taller than the rest. Green splattered on the ground and high walls. Jinx recognizes this place immediatley; she's been there just a couple of weeks prior.

Walking to her desk, she grabs her trusted gun and more than a dozen of bullets. A deep, hateful scowl paints her features, eyes shining brighter than usual.

Tonight, the undercity shines and roars with fervor. Its lights shine bright and the shouts of its inhabitants brings it to life, beating strong, like the heart of a dragon. The city seems to sway in tandem with Jinx's white cape, almost bending to her will but also shielding her, hiding her in its crowds. This is home. This is all Jinx has ever known and ever will. She knows it's streets like the palm of her hand: where to leave her mark, the highest places she can reach from which she can put a bullet in between her enemies eyes, which vents and tunnels will take her back home.

She knows exactly where you had been hurt, and if her predictions are correct, they're waiting for her there. And she's gonna give them what they want. The allway is far too serene to be one of the city's main ways out to the perimeter where steel factories and shipments are. It's uncharacteristically quiet, and by Zaun's rules, that means danger.

Jinx steps on the green gooey substance, observing the dripping of your blood leading to the city's main street, and anger boils inside her at that view. The square is empty, except for a series of tubes and a pitfall to its left. Just as she thought, she begins to hear steps coming into her direction. They had been expecting her.

"If you weren't trying, and failing, to ambush me, I'd say you have a crush" the man behind her simply scoffs, his breath coming out ragged and metallic from under his mask.

Jinx turns around to see a tall man, breathing through what she recognizes to be a mask that henchmens of shady organizations wore to enhance their physical abilities. After a moment, she recognizes blood staining the man's pale skin, half of his left hand blown off, rudimental replaced with a metal prosthesis at the last minute. She can ignore that just fine, but the exposed muscle of his left cheek makes her want to puke. "Wow, and you're even more grotesque than I thought" a cruel anger swirls inside her eyes, her lips curling up in a snarl. "What? Were you so anxious to try to kill me that you couldn't even let your wounds heal?" he laughs at her words, men closing in on her much like they did hours prior to you.

"We were waiting for you, Powder" the mention of that name pangs at her heart. Subtly, she touches the top of her gun, ready to draw it at the first sign of danger. "I figured. How do you know my name?" "A man can know much...if he is in the right place, at the right time" he falls silent when Jinx laughs at his words, anger making a vein in his head pop. "Damn. I thought you were pathetic already, but this whole 'supervillain' talk only makes you seem more of an ass than you already are" much like Jinx, he grabs the death of his knife. At the sign, his men form a half circle around the blue haired criminal, directly closing the only way out. "You won't talk all that shit after I sink my blade in your throat" she can't help but feel compassion for these poor bastards. Faintly, she can already feel their blood falling on her skin while putting bullets between their eyes. "I would like to see you try" she changes her body stance, right side facing them while she takes out her gun with her left hand, making a show of placing the bullets in. Unlike what she thought, they do not follow her; instead, the leader seems relaxed as ever. His dark eyes reflect hers and for a second Jinx can see a dangerous, maniacal glint in them and a cruel grin on his lips.

"Oh I did try, and succeeded, with your little piltie bitch-girlfriend" her breathing stops, heart missing a beat, and time seems to stop for a moment, before it all starts to spin again, faster and faster as she gets angrier and angrier. "You should have heard her screams. The sweetest I've ever heard" she imagines you, clutching at your side, tears in your eyes and spit falling off your mouth; begging for him to leave you alone, to let you go. His features are lost under a black veil and painted over with a red open mouthed smile and tight eyes, not unlike the monsters that she has to fight with every night, as he raises the crimson blade and-.

"Don't you fucking dare" her throath feels raw when she speaks, almost as if she's spewing pure black hatred with each word. "Or what? What are you going to do?" 'He thinks he's the shit, huh?', she thinks, loading the storage to the brim and finally raising the barrel of her gun to aim on his forehead. "I am going to enjoy blowing your brains out"

'No one hurts the people I love'.

The next few seconds are a blur of colours and movement. Her body moves before her mind can understand what is going on. She ducks under something coming at her, kicking at the figure and sending them flying a few feet away from her. Someone pulls at her braids and she yelps, momentarily confused; in a fraction of a second, she blows their hand off, crouching and punching in the face a second figure. The blood on the ground, spilling from the screaming man gives everything a shape again and she's back to the alley. Three men are down, two unconscious and one debilitated. The remaining ones look at her up and down, before the leader nudges them, kicking their shins.

One of them takes a metal rod from his side and swings wildly at Jinx, paying no attention to where he hits. She dodges him with no effort and when he stops momentarily to rest his arm, she knocks his weapon from his hands and hits him in the neck with it, white replacing the colour of his eyes. The other, after seeing the bodies of who used to be his companions, runs away, leaving his leader behind; but before he can make it far, a bullet runs fast through his chest and he falls to the floor, lifeless.

He is the last one standing. "Heh, you call yourself a leader, but you couldn't even save your men". His teeth grind harshly against each other, sending jolts of pain through his mouth, "Shut the fuck up".

But Jinx doesn't. No, she's going to enjoy torturing the life out of this fucker like he did to you. "You didn't even lift a finger. I didn't know Zaun could have such a coward walking through its streets".

He finally snaps, spit flowing out of his mouth as he screams, staining the mask inside "I said shut up!". He breathes in the chemical Jinx is so familiar with, huffing purple clouds out of the mask with a metallic sound. Once again, he feels the rush of the substance in his lungs, blood circling small purple bubbles throughout the body, strengthening his muscles and blanking his mind. But this time, his body starts to twitch and shake, slipping out of his control.

The heart beats faster, the lungs lose their air and move erratically, blood flows freely through his body and bones morph, stretching and breaking and strengthening. His muscles cannot be sustained by the bones anymore, and he falls to the floor. The space inside his ribcage feels tighter, his lungs can only provide so much until finally, his body stops changing and he can stand up, much taller than Jinx now.

The blue haired criminal looks incredibly unimpressed with her opponent's new shape, her eyes studying his moments and planning the next few seconds. That grotesque creature lunges, pushing his whole weight on the top of his body, falling messily when Jinx dodges him. She ducks under a clawed swing, rolling through the space between his legs; then, while he is confused and looking for her, aims at his neck.

The bullet lodges itself into the skin, remaining snugly fit between flesh. The scream that leaves him could have woken up the dead. His nails dig into his neck, trying desperately to yank the bullet out, but to no avail. He turns and turns, like a cat chasing its tail, before dizziness gets to him and he falls to the floor, spilling saliva all over the concrete. When he looks around once again, he is face to face with Jinx's gun, staring at the black hole of the barrel. "You made a mistake crossing me, today. Let this be a lesson" she tilts the gun until it's flat against his forehead. He is not capable of forming words anymore, they die at the base of his throath, leaving only emptiness behind. For a moment, she can see in his eyes something that resembled her, many years ago: a scared animal, one that does not understand what their fate will be. But when her mind reminds her of how viciously he attacked you, and how you are lying in her bed, with no assurance that you'll wake up, anger bubbles once again behind her eyes, clouding her thoughts.

"I'm sorry" is all that he hears, before his body falls to the floor, life leaving his eyes.

Her heart feels cold, as well as her body and mind. Jinx, in her own kind of weird way, is already trying to make peace with the fact that, once she comes back home, you might be gone. All too often in her life she had to come to terms with the death of her loved ones, and all too often, she was directly involved with their demise. She can already picture it: you on the bed, blood staining your clothes and the mattress, Isha on her knees, crying her heart out. She, coming home, seeing your dead body lying on what used to be your little shared creek, shielded by the world, falling to her knees and her heart finally giving out to pain, soon to follow you.

From the crack inside the wall, she can spot the helix of her home, the one she'll soon walk over to reach you. She tries to move, but to no avail: her body doesn't let her. Her muscles are reduced to mush, her legs feel like lead and her heart heaves on her rib cage so much that she had to bend down, clutching at her chest to try and ignore that pain. She could stay here forever, stalling time to this single minute, winding it back over and over and over again, all for the purpose of pretending she's still with you, back in your apartment in Piltover, laying naked on the bed with serene smiles on your faces.

But she can't. Even if she could stop time, right here and now, what could she do? Nothing would change. You'd still be dead, she'd still be heartbroken, the bed would still be cold on your side.

She slips inside the crevice, body molding to its shape, before she is face to face with the entrance to her home. She's so lost in her dread and fear that, for a moment, she doesn't hear the sound of laughter from the inside. When her mind recognized the sound, the pitch of the voice she so longed to hear, tears prickled at her eyes and hope filled her heart. She rushes towards the sound, almost tripping down the helix and falling to her death.

There you are. Laying on the bed, laughing weakly as Isha gesticulates and shouts loudly, imitating some sort of monster. Every little light inside her home has been placed near you, probably by Isha, and lifts your figure with a myriad of colorful shades. You look like a living painting to her.

You can't even process seeing her when she's already on you, touching you everywhere, checking your pulse, grabbing onto your legs to assure herself, to make sure that you...

"Are you... really alive?". You could crumble right here and now under those tearful eyes of hers, so soft and beautiful, looking almost powder blue. You stretch your arms to reach down to her, hugging her close to you; "I am, I am". Jinx takes a moment to process your hug and your words; and when she does, when she's certain that you are alive, that you are okay, her walls crumble away.

She pulls you down towards her, wanting to reciprocate the hug, but impatience gets the better of her and instead pulls herself on the bed, halfway reaching you. Her head rests on your belly, tears staining your clothes when she feels your hand on her back. "I thought-! I thought you-" her words die in her throath when she feels your fingers cupping at her cheek, pulling her to rest on her knees and look into your eyes. "I know, I know. I am okay".

Tears fall freely down her cheeks once again, her bottom lip wavering before she takes refuge in your body, hiding her tears on your lap. "I am so glad! I am so glad...".

Once her tears dry, she pushes herself to look at you, eyes puffy and red. "You are okay" she says, and you're about to assure her once again, but something tells you that she's really talking to herself. She climbs on the bed with you, quickly resting her head on your chest. You can't help but smile at her, ready to cuddle together when you realize you've let someone out of the picture. Isha looks at you both with those big eyes of her, pouting. She knows exactly how to push your buttons.

"Come on kid, get in" come Jinx's words, quickly followed by Isha tangling herself in between your bodies and closing her eyes, sleep already overtaking her. "Man, she sure takes a lot of space" you chuckle, placing your hand on Isha's head and stroking her locks between your fingers, hearing a small contented sigh from her. "Yeah, but she deserves it". A heavy silence fills the space, one that you usually pair up with tranquillity, but who you quickly realize is loud for your lover. "Jinx... I am okay" stopping them from screaming in her ears is hard, but when you are with her, they vanish off of existence. Your voice brings her back to reality, as well as reminding her that you have gotten hurt. Letting herself relax after the storm is something she's not used to. "I know" but she can try.

Starting this conversation will be a pain, you think to yourself, but you need to tell her.

"...He told me your real name, Jinx. And, what you did". Quick snapping sounds, mixed with hushed voices and distant screams fill her head in a second, getting louder by the second. She doesn't find in herself the strength to answer, too tired from the day's events; but nevertheless, listens. She leans on the bed, eyes dark and attentive. The scent of your skin fills her nose and she braces herself for your next words. "But...I don't care".

What?

"I don't know what you've been through, but... I don't need to know. You will tell me if you want to". It all stops. Every sound, every shout or whisper, every heartbeat or pulse of electricity. It seems, for a moment, that all becomes white and quiet, before the world starts to spin again. You feel her strong fingers push you more towards her, one cold hand under your clothes, right where your wound is. "Thank you toots, that means a lot".

Less than twenty seconds of silence later, she's already pestering you with her worries again, "Does it hurt? Do I need to give you som-" you interrupt her, taking her hand in yours. Normally, you would be a little annoyed by her continuous train of words, but she needs to be reassured. She needs to hear it from you, how many times it takes. "I am okay. I just need you here with me".

That seems enough to let her finally bear down her worries and she quickly rests on the bed, eyelids heavy and a yawn in her throath. "...I made you a monkey...gift" she slurrs over her words, already slipping in and out of conciousness. "Oh really?". "Yeah...". You too are about to follow her shortly, and before you let sleep overtake you, you reach behind and place a kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight Jinx" she smiles, catching your lips in a quick peck and pushing her nose in the crevice of your shoulders; "Goodnight toots".

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When Sevika came home that night, after her usual gambling and drinking out in Zaun's bar, she certainly did not expect to find the messily tangled body of limbs that were you, Jinx and Isha.

As quietly as she possibly can, she takes the chair Jinx sits on while doing her evil scientist machineries and sits next to your bed. Placing a cigar in between your lips and lights it, blowing the smoke away in the opposite direction. She looks back at the bed, multiple coloured lights shading your peacefully sleeping figures. She stays silent for a moment, before she crouches on her knees and shakes the tip of the cigar, firing crumbling pieces of tobacco down on the floor. "They do look pretty cute".

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Ok so I’m dying to read a snape x reader fic where the reader is pregnant with his baby and he gets all sweet and possessive of her in the bedroom but also like kinda rough in the tender/sensual way only Snape can be 😂 One word: SMUT. I’ve never found a fic like this (If you have PLZ recommend) thanks, love your work!!

My Love, My Everything ~Soft!Severus Snape xFem Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Summary— Read request. Anon Response— Hi hi hi anon!! Thank you thank you for the request! I haven’t written for Severus in a while, but I’m back in my Alan Rickman era so here’s this smutty little fic you requested <3 Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, sex while pregnant, eating out, fingering, overstimulation, rough yet tender and gentle sex, fluff, teasing, light taunting, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

The second Severus walked into your shared bedroom, his hands were on you. It started with his hand caressing your back, guiding you to the bed. Then when your legs hit the edge of the bed, his other hand snuck its way to you chin, before his lips connected with yours.

You hummed into the kiss in content. Severus wasted no time in separating your lips with his tongue and exploring your wet cavern. A moan ripped through your throat as his tongue dominated the kiss. His hand moved from your back to your hips, before guiding you to lay back on the bed.

Severus was careful and caring, not daring to harm his wife or his future child. He carefully crawled on top of you, starting to love on every piece of exposed skin you had to offer. His tender touch began to removed all your clothing, until you are completely bare in front of the man you loved.

“So beautiful…” he groaned, as he stood up and his eyes raked over your figure.

Severus then quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving yours. Under his intense gaze, you became flushed and attempted to cover yourself in embarrassment. Severus was quick to cock his brow at you, and consequently pounced on you, grabbing your hands and holding them above your head.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, Darling… You’re so stunning, it’s a crime…” He husked in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

You squirmed against his hold, while the man began his naked assault down your body. He left litters of kisses and bites and bruises along your frame, before he reached your swollen belly. Severus then looked up at you with sparkling eyes. He licked his lips and had a wicked smirk. You squirmed even more, as his hands moved to hold your hips down and his mouth prepared to taste you.

“S-Sev p-please…” you whimpered, thrashing back and forth in desperation, all Severus’ teasing having properly riled you up. You stared to tease your nipples for some amount of relief.

Severus didn’t need to be told twice. His hands suddenly held your hips in a vice grip, making your gasp. That would leave a bruise along with the dozens of other ones he’d made tonight… Then you felt his hot breath on your cunt, and a second later, Severus was diving into your previous pussy.

You cried out in pleasure, as the man held nothing back, giving your cunt his all. One of your hands immediately shot to his head of dark curls. His tongue was unrelenting, lapping away at our folds, and quickly diving into your cunt. His thumb drew up to your clit, rubbing tight and swift circles against your bundle of nerves.

“Oh God SEV—!” You cried out, your head being thrown back against the sheets as your eyes screwed shut tight.

It turned so rough and overwhelming so quickly that the fingers teasing your nipples went limp, unable to think or do anything else than take what Severus was giving you. Your hips jolted upward and into his touch in needy desperation.

Severus’ grip on your hips only tightened in response, keeping your hips from effectively suffocating him, as his tongue was so addicting… He groaned into your cunt as he felt your walls clench around his tongue, which only made you wetter.

After his tongue had effectively done its job of getting you dizzy and soaked, he pulled away slightly. Your head shot up and you immediately whined at the man in need.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you know me better than that, Darling…” Severus chuckled, before sliding two of his girthy fingers into your cunt.

“AhHhhHHh bloody helll—UghhhHh…!!” You groan out, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

Severus couldn’t help the smirk plastered across his face, as his digits fucked your pussy rough and deep, just like you needed. As he did this, Severus leaned forward and began placing kisses upon your swollen belly.

“Look at me, love…” Severus husked.

You struggled to lift your gaze and look at Severus, as his fingers were curling and scissoring your cunt so deep and so good. The man could see your impending high in your eyes, and it made him swell with pride, only spurring him on even more.

“You look so good with my baby inside you, my love…” Severus said in his low, sultry tone.

God that tone… that tone could make you cum alone…

“Mmm Sev…!!!” You squeaked, as his fingers curled inside you, hitting your g-spot over and over again, your hand from your chest swiftly moving to grip the sheets tight.

“What do you need, Darling…? Use your words…” Severus husked.

“Cum!! Make me cum dee GOD please Sevvv…!!” You cried out, your body so on edge and shaking, at the behest of merely two of his fingers.

“Good girl…” Severus hummed, “Cum for me.” He husked, sliding a third finger into your heat and fucking you at a relentless pace.

The coil in the depths of your body snapped as all three of his digits curled against your clit with rough, calculating intention. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, as your body convulsed and the walls of your cunt clenched around Severus’s fingers.

Your couldn’t bear the intense pleasure, your head rolling back against the sheets, your eyes shutting tight, not being able to keep your gaze on your man. But Severus let it go, knowing how sensitive your body was from carrying his child. He merely fucked you through your orgasm, going now at a gentle pace, while tenderly kissing your swollen belly.

After your cunt stopped clenching fervorously and your waves of pleasure began to subside, you were finally able to take a breath. Your walls were still fluttering as Severus pulled his fingers out of you gently. He immediately showered you with praise, telling you how good you were for him.

Severus then made his way up your figure, showering your shaky body with light kisses along the way, before his lips connected with yours once more in light but passionate kiss. You were panting into the kiss and afterward. But you had the biggest smile on your face the entire time.

Severus laid beside you, embracing your frame and not planning on letting go anytime soon, also taking the moment to lick his fingers clean of your juices, making you giggle lightly.

“You’re incorrigible, Sev…” you giggled, swatting him lightly, before pulling the man in for another kiss, “and hot…” you murmured lustfully against his lips.

“Haven’t had enough, have we…?” Severus teased you into the kiss.

You pulled away with a smirk and a certain look on your face.

“Of you?” You quipped, before running your tongue from Severus’ exposed collarbone all the way up his chin and into his mouth,

“Never, Severus…” you husked with shining eye matching his dark, lustful pupils.

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[sevcasejay1chicago]

Besties are everything- Kelly, Matt, and Kelly

Summary: Jay takes you to Med after your asthma attack on a job. Matt and Kelly come up to take you home.

Warning: talk of needles and panic attacks.

Authors note: I couldn’t think of a better title. 😂 this is part 2 of I gotcha partner and (final) part 4 of the asthma saga.

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When Jay got you to the hospital, he immediately threw open his door and rounded the truck as Conner Rhodes pulled you out of the front seat and sat you in a wheelchair, placing an oxygen mask over your face. Conner was already giving orders to April as she pushed your wheelchair through the doors of the ED.

“I’m gonna call Kelly to let him know she’s here.” Jay said to either one of them. April nodded and promised he could come back once she got you situated. With that promise, Jay ran back to park his truck and quickly called Kelly. When Kelly didn’t answer, he called Matt.

“Hello?” Matt asked groggily, having been asleep since it was roughly 1 am.

“Matt. It’s Jay Halstead.” Jay started. “Y/n had a pretty bad asthma attack and we had to bring her to Med.” Jay explained, pacing the waiting room that only housed the intelligence unit for the time being. “Sorry to wake you, but Kelly didn’t answer.”

Matt quietly cursed as he threw off his covers and marched over to Kelly’s door. “We will be there in 15.” Matt promised, hanging up before he threw Kelly’s door open. “Sev. Wake-up. Y/n’s at Med.” Matt said, shaking Kelly’s leg from the foot of the bed.

“Huh?” Kelly mumbled, blearily glancing at Matt.

“Y/n. Med. Up.” Matt said, flipping on Kelly’s light before he went to go throw a hoodie and some shoes on. He heard Kelly curse and fall off the bed before he emerged, trying to pull on a hoodie and shove his last shoe on at the same time.

When Matt and Kelly arrived at Med, they were greeted by the intelligence unit, minus you and Jay Halstead.

“What’s the status?” Kelly asked, still rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“Jay is with her now. They got her oxygen up, but the meds raised her heart rate and caused an anxiety attack.” Voight explained, nursing a cup of coffee as the rest of the unit napped around him.

“I’m gonna go check on her.” Kelly said, patting Voight on the back as he walked away, Matt trialing behind.

The boys easily walked pasted the nurses station and found Conner standing in your doorway. They could hear him trying to calm you down.

“Y/n. It’s the medicine talking. You know this.” Conner explained, hands casually in his pocket as he leaned in the doorway.

Your breathing was frantic as the heart monitor beeped quickly. “B-but I-I just w-want K-Kelly. Jay. P-please.” You begged, tears streaking down your face.

Kelly nudged Conner out of the way and made his way over to you. “I’m here now. It’s okay.” Kelly soothed, taking hold of one of your hands and rubbing his hand over your arm. “What happened?”

Jay sighed before explaining. “She was chasing a suspect when the flare up started. Her inhaler didn’t work and she was blue, so we brought her here. She just got done with a high dose neb and Conner wants April to do an IV to start hydrating her and to administer steroids, but she panicked.” Jay said from his spot right beside you on the bed. You had tried to escape and your partner was the only thing keep you in bed.

Behind Kelly, Matt was already getting the run down from Conner and trying to bargain with him on your behalf. Jay got up to switch places with Kelly when you sobbed and reached for your best friend. When you were like this, Kelly was your safety net and has been since y’all were kids.

Kelly wrapped you in his arms and pulled the covers up to cover your shaking form. “Shhhh. It’s alright. I know needles are scary. I gotcha. Me, Jay, Matt, and Conner just want to help. You gotta let us help you.” Kelly murmured, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

Jay sat himself on your other side, taking your hand in his. “I hate needles too, but if Conner thinks this is best, I trust him.” Jay encouraged, squeezing your hand.

You started to speak when Matt slipped into the room. “Hey squirt.” Matt greeted, squeezing your foot over the covers. “I got good news. As long as you do a breathing treatment every 4 hours, stay home for 5 days, and PROMISE to rest and drink plenty of water, Conner is willing to let the IV idea go. He is also considering letting you come home in a few minutes as long as one of us, ie me or Kelly, promise to stay with you.” Matt said, smiling as you wiped your tears and eagerly nodded. “Alright. Let me go get Conner to get your discharge papers in order.” Matt said, squeezing your foot one last time before walking out the door.

“See. It all worked out.” Jay said, smiling widely. “I’m gonna miss you partner, but I know you’ll be taken care of. I may drop by a few times though.” Jay commented, squeezing your hand.

You smiled. “As long as I’m home, you can do whatever you want.” You joked, snuggling into Kelly as you tried to fully relax, relieved to finally go home.

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Dark is the Night

Imperial!Crosshair x Reader

Febuwhump Prompt #2: Solitary Confinement

(sorry I'm behind on these already) @febuwhump

Warnings: Sensory deprivation and claustrophobia

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It was dark, that much you knew. Dark, cold, and silent.

"Tech!?" You called out, "Hunter? Wrecker? Anybody!?"

Not even an echo of your own brittle and broken voice made it back to your ears. The pleas fell flat and muffled like the room was designed to trap any sound - mute every scream.

You weren't sure how long you'd been here, bound to a chair in the middle of nowhere - a room? A hallway? A cell?

Maybe it had only been minutes. Maybe hours. Maybe days. It was impossible to tell.

It felt like years.

The walls seemed to shrink inwards as you struggled to breathe. It made it hard to think when the darkness threatened to smother you with the terror of nothingness. You would almost prefer physical torture over this.

A door slid open with a hiss and the darkness withdrew it's claws only to be replaced with the assaulting daggers of ruthlessly bright artificial light.

"Ready to talk so soon?" Sneered that deep gravelly voice you used to know so well.

Crosshair.

He seemed to appear as a shadow - void and empty as if consuming all the light in the room like a black hole. Impossibly nothing. But it wasn't fear that wrapped it's cold fingers around your chest now, it was the heavy fist of heartbreak.

"Crosshair please..." The fragility of those words slipping through ruined vocal chords surprised you.

Whatever happened to fighting interrogation with silence? You'd had enough of silence.

"Funny," He paused, watching you curiously, "I would've put my credits on you lasting longer than this."

It was funny. Funny how much his voice brought you comfort despite the insults he spewed. Funny how much you craved his attention despite the horrors he'd committed.

Funny how your heart still ached for him.

"Tell me the location of Clone Force 99 and I'll have you moved to a different cell."

Something about his voice seemed less threatening than before. Less intense. The light still burnt your eyes to tears, but somehow his lean form was coolant.

"I... I can't. You know I can't, Crosshair. I'm sorry."

A pause, punctuated with a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry too."

The light shut off and once again, darkness closed in.

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hi, Rozz!!! from the kiss prompts, can I please request:

"i'm sorry, i had to." with Sawbones (simping uncontrollably for him tbh)

can’t wait to see how the mean one handles a first kiss 😅

Love It When You Hate Me

OC Sawbones x reader, Original Clone Troopers

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: mention of injury, Sawbones being an asshole. I think that's it lol

A/N: Thank you for the ask Sev 🖤 I get so unbelievably happy when anyone simps of Sawbones lmao I got a little carried away with this but I don't even care, it was worth it 😂

Before the war, you hadn’t traveled much, staying busy in the emergency wing of Coruscant General. Then Geonosis happened, millions of troopers materializing out of thin air to fight a war most people hadn’t even been expecting. That was how you ended up working for the GAR, traveling around the galaxy to lend your medical knowledge to the troops that needed it most. You had visited several medical centers and worked alongside combat medics across numerous battalions.  

The Ord Cestus Medical Center was your most recent assignment, offering an extra set of hands after a large influx of troopers came in. You smiled at the clone stretched out on the bed before you as you checked his vitals. You didn’t even know his name but it didn’t seem to matter to him. 

“Am I gonna make it, doc?” he asked, a smirk lifting the side of his mouth. The trooper’s arm was secured to his chest, his right shoulder still healing after being violently ripped from the socket. 

“Mm, I don’t know,” you teased, smiling when he laughed. It was a welcomed sound in a place so steeped in pain, meaning you noticed when it cut off abruptly. You checked for any sign that he was in pain but his expression gave nothing away; you followed his eyes across the room and held in a sigh. 

As a civilian, you hadn’t been sent into combat areas, making relief missions your most common assignment. Most of the time you spent with a battalion was fleeting but there was one that was an exception: the 104th battalion, the Wolfpack. General Plo Koon’s men still fought infantry battles but they also spent the most time rescuing other troops or offering aid to civilians. If it was by accident or due to a request from the general, you were called in, along with a few other civilians, to offer their medics a few extra hands. 

Now, seeing one of those medics, most notably the chief medical officer, wasn’t what you were expecting.

Sawbones looked just as stormy as ever despite the crutches he was hobbling around on. You had heard the stories, the things he’d done in the name of the Republic but your inner idealist wrote them off as exaggerations. Although, when he trooper beside you shifted uncomfortably, glancing at you, it made you wonder. You followed Sawbones’ journey across the room, letting your eyes linger when he stopped at another Wolfpack member’s bed. You huffed under your breath and turned back to the trooper you were treating, gently patting his arm. 

“Get some rest,” you ordered with a smile. The trooper flashed you a tense smile before shuffling down, stretching out on his bed. The next patient on your list was a few beds down, closer to where Sawbones was still lingering and you slowed your pace. You had your fair share of run-ins with the Wolfpack’s mean CMO and while his attitude made you want to steer clear of him, there was something about him that had your mind wandering back to him.

Sawbones was harsh on a good day but you had also witnessed a side to him that you’d almost consider...soft. He threw nasty comments around, scaring off anyone who dared get too close but he cared for his injured men with a gentle hand. You had a feeling his threats weren’t empty, but he wanted to help more than hurt, even if he had a funny way of showing it. 

Sawbones turned his head slightly as you neared your next patient. His beard was neatly trimmed and you could only remember seeing it long and unruly out on the field. Now that you thought about it, that was the first time you had seen him in anything but his armor; the starchy, gray scrubs made him look softer, less abrasive. You offered the trooper, Dodger, a smile as you approached his bed. It was hard to miss the anxiety lining his expression and you hoped the simple gesture helped a little bit. Dodger’s jaw flexed but he squared his shoulders, taking a deep breath in preparation. 

“How are you feeling, Dodger?” you asked, perching on the corner of his bed near his feet.

“Been better,” he mumbled, pointedly not looking at the hip-to-ankle cast he wore. You could feel eyes on your back and ignored the curious glances as you reached for his hand. Recovery was going to take some time but there was nothing unrepairable. 

“Enough babying them.” You jumped at the voice from over your shoulder, twisting around to find Sawbones leaning on his crutches, his face twisted in a scowl. “They’re soldiers, not children.” There was a tense silence as you just gaped at him, taken aback by the bitter edge to his voice. Endless, dark eyes bore into yours and it took you a second to shake off the shock.

“Excuse me?” Sawbones arched a brow before shifting his attention to Dodger over your shoulder.

“You live to fight another day. Congratulations,” Sawbones said, his tone flat and uninterested. Dodger blinked a few times before letting out a long, slow breath, and slumping down in his bed. 

“Uh, thank you, sir,” he murmured, nodding at the medic. Sawbones grunted before making a slow turn, heading back across the room and all you could do was stare after him. When you looked back at Dodger, there was a half-smile on his face that only grew when he caught the flabbergasted expression on your face. 

Then the anger started to build, swelling like an impending storm and you stood so fast you staggered. Dodger tried to get your attention but you were already stalking toward the door Sawbones disappeared through. Finding him was easy, seeing that he could only move so fast and you picked up your pace. You could only imagine the look on your face but it must’ve been ominous enough for any passing staff to step out of your way. 

You caught a glimpse of Sawbones disappearing into one of the smaller labs scattered around the medical center and hurried after him. There was one other clone sitting at one of the benches when you stepped inside, the pair turning to look at you. 

“Leave,” you ordered, stepping away from the door. The clone hesitated, glancing at Sawbones and it only made your anger spike. “Out.” Sawbones leaned against the workbench, taking some of the weight off his broken leg, his head turning to follow the other clone as he stomped out of the room.

“What?” he asked, arching a brow. 

“How dare you," you hissed, storming across the room, carelessly invading his personal space. “I am not one of your subordinates that you can talk down to. You had no right to step in like that.”

“And?” The unbothered air around him made you seethe; any crush you thought you might’ve had on him got shoved to the back of your mind. You ground your teeth together, taking another step closer.

“I don’t care what your problem is. I don’t care why you act like an asshole as if it’s your job but you will not treat me like some incompetent moof-milker.” You jabbed a finger into his chest, relishing in the quiet grunt he let out. “I’ve worked my ass off all my life and if you’re so emotionally constipated that my kindness bothers you, then I’d suggest sucking it the fuck up.” 

Sawbones blinked at you, his eyes flickering down to where your finger was still pressed into his chest; when his eyes lifted again they seemed shadowed and it sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. Suddenly, you felt your confidence withering as his expression darkened, his head tilting down, bringing your faces closer together. Just as you were about to take a step back, Sawbones surged forward, slanting his mouth against yours as he cradled the back of your head.

Your eyes widened comically but it didn’t deter him and before you knew it you were melting against him. His mustache tickled your skin and you found that you liked it, closing your fist, tugging him closer by his scrub top. Sawbones rumbled deep in his chest, parting your lips to slip his tongue into your mouth and you whined involuntarily.

It was just a kiss and yet it felt more erotic than any other kiss you’d shared with another person. The movement of his tongue was a mockery of what you desperately wished his hips were doing and it made you shiver. Sawbones broke the kiss so suddenly your head spun and you swayed closer, following his lips before you could catch yourself. 

“Sorry,” Sawbones panted, his hand sliding down to your neck, “I had to. I like it when you get mean.” 

“I shouldn’t be surprised,” you whispered, still trying to catch your breath. “You only speak one language: asshole.” It felt like a monumental accomplishment when Sawbones laughed; it was a sharp, harsh sound but it brought a smile to your face nonetheless.

“I speak another language too,” he murmured, bumping your noses together. 

“Yeah? What’s that?” You barely finished the sentence before he pulled you into another dizzying kiss. Yeah, you would happily speak this language too.

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[good-beanswrites]

haii bean !!! I wanted to bully kotoko request some funnies and sillies :) could you please write a drabble with amane and yuno (and anyone else) annoying kotoko . i feel like amane and yuno would go :3 and kotoko would go >:T… ofc feel free to ignore/dlt this :3

LOL of course! I'm sad I've become the Milgram Bully but I'm glad to give the boys a little break 😂 Thank you so much for the request, it was really fun getting back into the swing of writing with this! (also wooooo it's getting me so hyped for Deep Cover!!) Out of everyone, those two could definitely get away with :3-ing Kotoko to no end...

“Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-sev--”

“Hey, Kotoko?”

“Thirty-se, er, thirty-eight...”

“Kotoko?”

“Thirty- uh…”

“Hey, hey, Kotoko?”

She rolled onto her back, having lost count of her pushups. “Yuno.” Her voice was even between heavy breaths. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Actually, I can see you need a break, and I’m happy to provide one!”

With a grunt, Kotoko sat up to face her. Yuno smiled down, her eyes sparkling with... something. Amane stood nearby, looking just as suspiciously sweet.

“What do you two need…?”

“We’re here to join you,” Amane said. “We wish to work out.”

“Oh? You’ve never been interested in exercise before.”

“Well, you yourself have motivated us to get stronger.”

“I’m pretty sure you just got bored…”

“Of course not! We’re committed!”

Kotoko studied them with a harsh look. They smiled innocently back. She narrowed her eyes. They widened theirs in anticipation. She leaned back. They leaned forward.

Yuno clasped her hands together. “Come ooon~ It’ll be fun having workout buddies! I’m a very hard worker, and you’ve seen how well-behaved Amane is. How bad could it be?”

Very, apparently.

She started with some stretches to get them warmed up. It was impossible to get them to focus, or hit the right positions, or stop giggling. Kotoko tried to tell them about breath control, but they seemed more excited to chatter on about everything under the sun. 

“I’ve always thought of stretching like this and being a famous dancer,” Yuno said. “Like a ballerina…” She did a little set of twirls. Kotoko tried to tell her not to do anything to crazy before they’d warmed up, but she just kept on spinning.

Amane’s eyes lit up. “I’ve always wanted to be in a marching band. They’re like dancers, a little bit!”

“Ooh, you’re right! I could never be so uniform, though, I want to do my own thing… like an idol or something!” Yuno did another set of moves. No one was following Kotoko’s perfectly timed toe touches anymore. 

“I guess we can get started…”

There was just as much dancing when they began jumping jacks, despite the fact that there were only two very clear positions to hit. Yuno wanted to do sets that traveled around the room, then ones that turned rapidly around in a circle, then ones that turned really rapidly in a circle. She and Amane made themselves dizzy with it. 

Kotoko decided a good, grounded activity would serve them better. They took turns holding each others’ feet and counting situps. Yuno got distracted easily, delving into nonstop conversation whether she should have been counting, watching, or doing the situps herself. She’d use her hands to talk, letting go of whoever she was meant to stabilize. Amane, on the other hand was practically a drill sergeant the way she tried to keep the others on pace. 

“Eight! Nine! Ten!”

“Amane, I think you’re supposed to count when I sit up, not force me to keep up with you…”

“Well don’t be so slow about it, and you’ll stay in time. Let’s go! Eleven! Twelve!”

“Ack!”

Kotoko rubbed her temples. Maybe adding some equipment could keep them busy? 

Jumping rope brought new struggles. Yuno spend ten minutes trying to recall a schoolyard rhyme to jump rope to, and teach it to Amane. They both encouraged Kotoko to join in, but she was jumping at a faster rhythm. That became impossible as their chanting filled the room. Moreover, none of them could stay in their own space. There were about five rope tangles before Kotoko decided to call a break.

(She didn’t exactly know what they needed a break from, they’d hardly done anything.) The girls seemed happy to sit down and chat, though. Kotoko reluctantly passed her protein shake over as they asked to try it. “One sip…”

She covered her mouth, deep in contemplation. Maybe these exercises were too easy. It was too easy to get distracted out here in the common area. They’d be forced to buckle down and focus on something more taxing, right?

She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “After this we’ll head over to my cell, okay? I have a bar installed for pull-ups. It’s tricky, but you have to start somewhere.”

“Hmmmm…” Yuno tapped a finger to her chin. “I’m not sure about that. You know… I think you were right. I think we were just bored. Well!” She clapped her hands together. “I guess we’ll stop bothering you now. Bye!” 

Amane joined her for a curt bow. “Thank you for your time.” 

Kotoko blinked after them. “Er, but…!”

Just like that, they were gone.

She released a long breath. She picked up her shake. It was empty.

[sailingfireshipz]

My 13x09 episode download ✨️

1. I'm sorry, are we supposed to feel sorry for Junior? Cruz had the right attitude in this opening scene. He should have stuck with that.

2. NGL Sevs comment about Hermann outranking him stung. I know Kelly says he doesn't want it, but we want it for him. That should be enough 😆

3. Mouchyyyyy!! Loved seeing Mouch taking charge! Stella T81 will be in good hands just saying 😉

4. Am I the only one who got Violets joke the first time? Yes, Novak, i fear you can die from extreme cringe & Mikarver is leading me to that

5. Stella blowing Sevs phone up is so 👩‍🍳 💋 because who's going mia this time around? Not her

5a.Sev is so proud of Stella. I'm surprised he didn't show Van Meter the pics 😍

6. Cruz should have told Kelly right then & there. Especially after Kelly was so helpful last season with the Javi adoption scam case

7. Pascals "hope so" to Kelly when they were talking about everything Kelly has his hands in.... hmmm 🙃

8. Again, junior, are we supposed to care your money went missing!? It's been 12 years that money is gone!

9. Sev trying to run his class set up by Capp & Tony those two have the attention span of kindergarten class.

10. Cruz what's in the book bag?

11. Kelly in a white shirt, my goodness! Damon really is a wise ass. At least he got it, honest, I suppose?

11a. I'm happy Damon is back simply because his introduction didn't go to waste. I'm still very upset that his lies against Stella went unchecked & to our knowledge, he still hasn't apologized for the mess he caused because of them. (To her at least)

12. The shootout with Junior getting killed...wearing a CFD jacket & hat..... Cruz....buddy this is not good

13. Novak & this thing she has for Pascal...can we please stop

14. Pascal & the Severide brothers... does he still not know?

15. Cruz getting shot bleeding out while Chloe calls him with the pic of everything he has to lose was not on my OneChicago night bingo card. 😬 THIS should have been the midseason finale.

Overall, I enjoyed this episode more than 13x08. Sev wasn't isolated from the house this episode. The Cruz storyline was enough to keep me engaged. I was yelling at him through my TV. Additionally, I have thoughts on Pascal & what he said to Severide. I'm still trying to formulate them so they make sense. Finally, Mikarver is so hot & cold right now that the more they keep on like this, i don't even know if I want them as endgame anymore! I'm all for angst, slow burn, for yearning after one another, but something just isn't landing for me anymore. Can't quite place it.

Anyway, we've seen a few times now that Andrea will rewrite canon. With that in mind, PLEASE tell me who yall think is coming to town for Stella? Because atp I'm fully prepared for Stellas mom or dad to be resurrected from the dead & pop up in Chicago like nothing happened! Like they were alive & well this entire time. Yikes 😂😂🫠

[orchideous-nox]

I have a new enemy, someone was in the comments of one of my crownest edits asking the ship name so me and Alex explained why they're called crownest and he called one of Alexander's headcanons a lie saying that they can't be scared of intimacy because Igor "do who he pleases" and Sev chooses to be a virgin, and when I told them to be respectful if they don't agree with headcanons rather than calling them lies, and that intimacy can also be emotional, they replied "no thx 👍" and deleted the comment thread and now I'm just laughing because admit you know you're in the wrong without saying you know you're in the wrong 😂 like come on Benny, we had something good going where I teach you basic discussion skills and what a headcanon is

[dr3am5scape]

Morning breakfast with your girlfriend (Fem reader x Sevika)

Heyy guys, including Sev simps☺️ I work on another fanfic just now. I could had posted this in the morning since it's about breakfast stuff like that but gonna post it anyway. So whenever it's morning and got nothing to read, here it is. 🌄

PLEASE READ CLOSELY BEFORE your risk

Sort of 18+ but no nsfw.

(Basically love gestures, wholesome, romantic...)

Alright enjoy💕

Early in the morning, you got up from bed at 7am. You walk on the tile floor in the kitchen and wear a black apron. You went ahead of your cooking skills, wanting to do something nice for your girlfriend. You grabbed a carton full of eggs from the fridge and turn on the stove. You made over-hard eggs and six pieces of bacon. As you were done, what you had left was soft-buttery pancakes with blueberries on top. Smelled so delightful, along with fresh cup of coffee next to you, while you were finishing up for today's breakfast. During the time, you felt someone grabs your thighs. You jumped when she did that, but she did that just to say, "Morning babe." Sevika rested her head on your shoulder. "Morning, sleepyhead. Have a nice nap?" You asked, still working on your guys meal. "I did, with you." A smile placed on your face. "So did I," you responded back. Sevika decides to stop on what you were doing and turn you around, close to the kitchen counter. "Hey, stop! What your doing?" She looks on your lips and then every part of your- "Sev, darling. Not at this time. Were having breakfast right now, silly," you said interrupting what was on her mind. Sevika sighs and kisses your cheek. "Sorry, you're damn gorgeous as always," she says. You blushed super red after she said that. Before she grab her meal next to you, you rolled your eyes, regretting on what she did towards you. "Get over here, cutie." And snatch her t-shirt, kissing passionately in the kitchen alone together.

Very random lmao😂

I'll work on more wholesome/cute stuff later on. And not just stick on where the romance start ha... BUT NEXT, would be dark content so be careful for what's going be. Stay tuned.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

For the OC shipping ask: I have two for ya 👀 Can we please hear about:

Cerra & Thorn - because I’m a ho for both of them, and I wanna know 😅

Cerra & Rex - because they’re close already, and bitches are curious. It’s me. I’m bitches.

💙💙 can’t wait to hear your HCs

Thanks for the ask @sev-on-kamino! This was so much fun! I hope I didn't make it too horny 😂

*cracks knuckles* All right, all right, let's do this!

Mature content below the cut; MDNI and all that.

Cerra & Thorn:

They met when Thorn arrested her for public indecency following a dare at 79's. It involved Hardcase, Jesse, body shots, and a shiny who'd never interacted with a natborn before. Thorn and Cerra never made it to the detention center, but there were definitely handcuffs involved. I'll let you guess who was the one wearing them.

These two feed off each other's DGAF energy and sow chaos wherever they go. Public disturbances? Sure, why not. Pissing off a marshal commander (or two)? All in a day's work. Sneaking into Palpatine's office to hook up on his desk? Sounds hot.

Cerra once called Thorn "bro" in bed. Thorn thought it was actually kind of hot and asked her to do it again.

Monogamy? They don't know her. Their only rule is that they keep each other in the loop. Most of the time, there's at least one other person in bed with them.

Thorn has a picture of Cerra posing with the Hammer that gets a lot of play during her deployments.

Cerra & Rex:

The first thing that drew Rex to Cerra was the way she'd stick up for the clones. He'd already noticed that she was pulling strings to get better rations for the 501st, but the night he really fell for her was when he saw her go after a couple of natborn men twice her size after they heckled a shiny she'd never even met. After she made the natborns cry and apologize, she slung her arm over the shiny's shoulders and bought him a round. After that, the shiny was just part of her group, always.

It took Rex forever to make a move. Cerra was oblivious and thought he was being awkward. He finally snapped one night while she was table dancing with Kix at 79's. Hardcase actually covered the shiny's eyes.

They do not agree on what their first date was. Rex maintains that it was after the second battle of Geonosis; Cerra insists that hiding in a supply closet and absolutely obliterating a box of candy doesn't count as a date.

Jesse once had to physically restrain Cerra from attacking General Skywalker after he threw Rex off a wall one too many times.

Cerra once called Rex "bro" in bed. Rex did not think it was hot and asked her never to do it again. Obviously, she did it at least three more times.

[vodika-vibes]

"Please tell me that you didn't just let them steal my child."

"They'll bring her back. Probably."

Lol Delta probably won’t wanna give back Ashanii willingly 😂 how any joint mission will there be between the 332d & Delta Squad bec the Deltas wanted to see the little command’ika?

Poor Ahsoka, lol.

Blue: "Give me back my command'ika!" Scorch: "You mean our command'ika."

"Yes, Hello. You're Boss, right?" Ahsoka says brightly to the man clad in orange and white, "I don't suppose you can tell me where Ashanii is?" Boss blinks at her placidly, "Who?" "My...my padawan? About ye tall," She holds her hands around Ashanii's height, "Pink skin, swirl markings-" "Never heard of her." Boss replies as he busies himself with his datapad. "...Blue-!" "Don't tease the General, Boss. She's still leaning how to mom properly." Blue says. Boss rolls his eyes, "Fine. Sev is giving her a crash course on sniping." At that Blue fumbles with his datapad, "She's 12!" "It's not too young to learn how to snipe." Boss replies, "You were learning when you were about her age." "That's totally different!" "Not to me it isn't. Also, Scorch wants to give her a crash course on bomb defusing." "Absolutely NOT!" Blue replies, "Scorch blew himself up!" "He's a lot better at it now." Boss says easily, "No need to worry." "That is not reassuring!" Blue counters, "I'm going to go check on-" "No you are not. Sit down, she's fine." Boss says.

[stellariders]

Ok I’ve finally had time to rewatch the episode and it was perfect. Almost. When Kelly goes to Stella and she takes him behind the truck they messed up a little bit when they put those scenes together. We have the clips of the shooting both from cops and that baddie, we see Stella hugging Sev without her helmet, some clips of 51, Herrmann and a Ritter taking down that psycho, cut to Stella and Kelly again - and she’s wearing his helmet again and we see her take it off before she hugs him. Guys, they pay you good amount of money so you put those scenes together in good order 😉

Please my stupid little brain, stop making me notice that kinds of things 😂 it drives me crazy !

the amount of times i’ve rewatched this episode is unhealthy but i don’t care anymore it’s so good. i noticed the editing error too and it was so funny!

[frogcraftingg]

Please tell me I got everyone's bases in the right locations? 🥺 I swear the missing island where NashCrafting settled threw me off so much 😭 I spend probably an hour just searching for it and cross-referencing with everyone's videos before I realized it's not on the screenshot 🤣 (Which I took from Sevaris' episode 😁) Also, the location of your base was definitely the second hardest. I'm pretty sure I got it wrong :D (Btw I'm really sorry if there's a typo on anyone's name, I checked to make sure but still...)

Last but not least, I want to thank all 9 of you for making this SMP. It's genuinely my most favourite SMP ever and I'm following everyone's PoV!! ^_^

Yes this is correct!! :D Nash lives over there on an island that got added before we started recording but I think Sev must have replay recorded on the old map 😂😂

no no thank U for watching!! we've already had so much fun recording this adventure so far and honestly it's been so fun to get a group of girls together and have people interested in the content 🥺✨💖 thank u so much

[trudemaethien]

Meme thing! Fi/Ordo for 001 and Echo for 002 plz!

🤡 this got long, both answered under the cut 🥰

001 Fi/Ordo

started shipping: When I first read them interacting I said “That, that’s flirting, right there.” I was immediately sold: stamped, signed, and sealed.

my thoughts: they ought to wear the heck out of some skirts.

happy: they are both yearning and then they find what they were looking for—family belonging, love. (In my version at least. we don’t talk about that 501st travissty)

sad: they only knew each other in canon for a very fleeting moment despite having the same trainer/father figure. Fi got brain damage and might never be the same. Ordo congealed into a colder and grimmer version of himself as time went on. BUT we don’t talk about brunooo that ending.

fanfic annoyed- this is a rare ship so there is not a lot of fic, so general characterization: when they make Fi the bottom/fem gay boi and Ordo this serious badass cishet macho man.

fanfic i look for: like i said, grand total of SIX fics for them rn, and one is mine. So, uh, first thing I look for is, is the writer one of my friends? yes, for four of the six remaining. (@kungfuslippers i am so thankful for your half of the tag🙏) and one more I hadn’t seen so I’m gonna be reading that as soon as i’m done here LOL

end up with who else? Well. I ship a convoluted and very fun repcomm polycule so uh. Fi has (counts fingers) three or four other partners (Atin, Sev, Parja, and sometimes Corr) and Ordo has like. six? (Besany, Corr, Laseema, Mereel, Maze…maybe some of the other Nulls idk) but ideally they will all be happy together. If i have to pick my fave ships, Bes/Corr/Ordo, and Fi/Sev

happily ever after: ^^^ sprawling family and yaim and maybe some kids they help raise, getting old and fat and still absolutely fabulous in their skirts. 👁️🫦👁️

big spoon/little spoon: switch. they tend to full-body flop on top of each other more often, to quell each other’s fidgets/anxiety. very active sleepers. no sheet survives first contact.

favorite nonsexual activity: I think they like to try new things, and bonus points if they can do whatever the activity of the hour is while holding hands. Ordo is the most solid of Fi’s partners and Fi is the most unrestrained of Ordo’s, so they gravitate toward each other rather than any of the others when that’s what they need.

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002 Echo

feelings: this guy’s a BITCH and i have a GRUDGE but no actually I do like him 😂😂😂 He’s just a godawful pain to write!

romantic ships: Commander Fox, Rex, Fives, the Torrent polycule in general, TBB

platonic OTP: Dogma

unpopular opinion: hm. i think he might feel proprietary about and even sort of enjoy his techno union swag?

canon: i wish desperately that he got to see Fives again.

crossover ship—maybe it’s stuck up of me but i don’t think about crossovers, sryyy

headcanon: he’s very mentally organized even before the body mods, and Fives’ chaos has a category all of its own in his data directory. Also that he kept the regulation appearance to stand out in Torrent’s sea of unique markings and hairstyles, and because he had too many ideas about how he could look. Post-techno union, he’s guiltily pleased he did not have to choose. Like he earned his distinctive look?

[chicagofires]

You were so very missed, you don’t even imagine! I thought something happened to you 🥺 I missed coming to your blog to discuss the episodes and ever since this crazy “Damon is Sev’s son” theory came out I was just “I’d love to hear what stllakdd thinks about this non sense” (sorry, I hate this theory so much, I already ranted about it on stellaridesstans more than once, I’m read to fly to Chicago and hunt them down if they make it real) 😂

I’m so very glad that you came back, you’re one of my fave stellariders, and I hope everything went great on college 🩷

first of all this is SO sweet thank you so much😭💕🫶

and yes can we PLEASE discuss the damon is kelly's son theory because my goodness… first of all i have very bad history when it comes to my favorite male characters discovering secret children (i’m talking to you alex karev) so maybe i’m just in denial but i truly don’t think he is kelly’s son for many reasons (kelly would’ve had to be like 15 when he got the mom pregnant which is possible but unlikely, the idea that damon would had to have based his entire career around meeting kelly instead of just… reaching out, the way anthony lullo and andrea have both basically shut down the theory)

so yeah, idk what damon’s deal is but i need him to stay AWAY from my stellaride but i refuse to believe he could possibly be kelly’s son