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she-wolf09231982 · 1 year ago

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Bill Hoosier Smith

“There, I said it!”

Summary: It’s a chore getting anything out of Hoosier that isn’t sarcasm or jokes. But when it comes to his favorite medic, he’ll say it.

A/N: One shot, Mature audience, BillHoosierSmithx!FemMedic, WW2, Female Pronouns, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Military and Medical Terminology, Inappropriate Nicknames, HBO The Pacific References, Mentions/Descriptions of Injuries, Weaponry, Smoking. Angst/Conflict, FOREVER FLUFF

*Able Grable = Girl with low morals

*The Ichiki = Japanese Soldiers

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real Marines the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

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August 1942

Ever since you’ve been assigned to H Company, you were accepted by most of the guys. You had an addictive personality and had a whimsical way with your presence. You dished out whatever the guys threw at you, and they loved that you were a bit rough around the edges.

You weren’t afraid to get dirty and break a sweat. You’ve earned your place amongst them when you showed them your worth when bullets started flying. The moment “Medic!” was called, you were running like a bat out of hell to get to them.

In the beginning, you didn’t always get along with Hoosier. The man had it out for you in the worst way the day you arrived to board the carrier to the Pacific. For weeks the guys made such a fuss about you and it annoyed the hell out of him…especially Chuckler. He went on and on about you and Hoosier was over it.

“Goddamn, Lew, if you want her so bad, then go fucking get her or shut the fuck up.” Hoosier barked at him one day.

“Damn, Bill, what’s got you snapping your cap?” Runner asked.

Hoosier glared at him then went back to cleaning his rifle.

“He’s just jealous that I saw her first.” Chuckler teased.

Bill slammed his weapon down, “You know what it is, Lew? It’s that women don’t have a place on the front lines because they’re nothin’ but a distraction.” He snapped.

“Come on, Hoosier, we don’t get to see nothin’ pretty around here. It’s something to look at that isn’t a Jap or Leckie’s face.” Gibson explained.

The guys laughed including Bill.

“Now that I can go along with.” Hoosier agreed.

Just then, you approached the group.

“Hey guys-“ you began.

The guys always lit up when you came around.

“Hey, Y/L/N!” Runner, Leckie and Sid greeted.

“Hiya, doll!” Lew added.

You smile at each of them, but noticed once again Hoosier avoiding eye contact with you. You knew he didn’t like you. You usually made it your daily routine to bust his chops by starting small talk with him to make it awkward for him. The guys found it entertaining when you give him a hard time. Bill, however, couldn’t stand it.

“Hey, Hoosier.” you say sweetly.

He side eyed you with a scoff while he function checked his rifle.

The guys watched intensely with mischievous smiles painted across their faces.

“You’re looking extra rugged this morning.” You dared to continue.

The guys snickered. Hoosier looked around at each of them with vigor, then looked at you.

“You think you’re fucking funny, Y/L/N?”

Your friendly smile softened into a cocky grin.

“They seem to think so.” You returned, gesturing to the rest of the group.

“Yeah, well, they’re only siding with you because you’re a broad. If you weren’t a medic, you’d be useless.” Hoosier jeered.

You furrow your eyebrows at him as you cross your arms, “Oh, is that what you think?”

His mouth curled into an evil smirk, “It’s what I know, lady.”

You feel your anger boiling over.

“Well, your opinion is noted, Smith. Not that your opinion matters.” You retaliate.

He narrowed his eyes at you, then redirected his attention to polishing the barrel of the rifle.

You look at the others, “If you guys need anything, I’ll be at the aid station.”

You turn around and walk off. They waited until you were out of ear shot.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Bill?” Sid asked hitting his shoulder.

“What?” Hoosier replied.

“You know, she’s gonna be the one helping you out there if you get hit.” Leckie pointed out.

Hoosier remained silent. He didn’t give a damn. He just wanted to kill some Japs, and go home.

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You avoided Hoosier like the plague. You haven’t poked fun at him for a few weeks and whenever your paths crossed while he was waiting in line for chow or he needed medical attention, you looked right through him like he didn’t exist.

“Shit, Bill, if looks could kill-“ Runner had said.

“Yeah, she hasn’t said a word to me in a few weeks. ‘Bout damn time.” Hoosier commended.

Runner rolled his eyes.

“You got so much piss and vinegar in your veins towards her, Hoosier, I don’t get it.”

“We’re all here to do a job. There ain’t no female that’s gonna stop me from doing it,” Bill affirmed, “maybe if ya’ll focused more on the war it would be over already.”

“Yeah, yeah, ok.” Runner humored Bill by agreeing.

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Lt Corrigan addressed H company one morning about the next mission.

“We’re settin’ up a little less than a mile that way along the perimeter,” he explained pointing in the direction along the road outside their camp, “The Japs decided to go around us to hit the airfield. Leckie, figure out the five Marines for the first watch for two hours at sunset and make sure a medic goes with each shift. So six total, got it?” He finalized then trudged off towards headquarters.

“Aye, sir.” Leckie acknowledged.

Bob looked around at the guys, “Any volunteers?”

No one answered.

“Come on, guys, don’t make me pick.” Leckie pushed.

“Fucking fine, I’ll go.” Hoosier muttered.

“We’ll go.” Sid and Gibson voiced.

“Ok since you’re being good sports, I’ll take the first watch with you guys.” Leckie supported.

“Fuck it, I’m in.” Runner added.

“Good man. Ok, we head out at 1730. It’ll give us enough sunlight to get to the posts before it gets dark. Get your gear together and meet me on the edge of camp at 1725.” Leckie ordered.

Hoosier walked to where he had his weapons and gear before Leckie pulled him aside.

“And won’t you be happy about this.” He said a little too excitedly.

Hoosier looked at him skeptically.

“What?”

“Your favorite little medic is coming with!” Leckie replied with a wide smile.

Bill shook his head, “Fuck you, Bob.” He spat before stomping off.

Leckie chuckled as he gathered his rations for the shift.

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It was bad enough that Leckie had requested that you be on the first watch that Hoosier was part of, but he also arranged that you and he also shared a fox hole together. You were absolutely fuming sitting there next to him.

The trench was 6 feet long and 3 foot wide, leaving very little personal space between the two of you. Although he could see perfectly over the edge of the foxhole when he stands, you had to place an ammo case in the hole as a stepping stool because the depth of it was a little too deep, and it was an obstacle for you to climb in or out or see the line when you stand.

You almost opted to sit on the wooden case instead of on the ground of the foxhole, but you didn’t want splinters on your butt, so you had to sit relatively close to Hoosier.

Leckie’s face appeared over the edge.

“Cozy?” He mocked.

You both scowl at him.

“Do you need something, Leckie?” You asked exasperated.

“Nah, just checking on everyone.”

“Yeah, just having’ a grand ol’ time with Able Grable over here.” Hoosier uttered.

You look at him with daggers behind your eyes.

“Excuse me!?” You shrill.

Leckie laughed, “Best idea I had all day posting you two together! Have fun, kids.” He said as he disappeared.

Hoosier only shook his head, laughing to himself about his snappy insult towards you.

“You think I’m some bimbo out here lookin’ to get laid do ya?” You propose.

Hoosier didn’t bother looking over at you.

“If the shoe fits.” He simply replied with a leering expression.

“Ooo you pompous pig!” You growl through clenched teeth.

“I’ve been called worse.” He dismissed.

“I fucking believe it!” You shot back turning your back to him.

You’ve never been so disrespected in your life. You always tried to be a good person because of how you were raised. And because he had such an arrogant opinion on where women belonged in this war, he treated you like dirt regardless of how good you were to him or his buddies.

You keep your back to him because your rousing anger caused tears to build in your eyes and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that anything he said affected you. But Hoosier wasn’t an idiot. He knew you were crying. He felt a tinge of guilt in the pit of his stomach, but his pride always got the better of him, so he sat there quietly and tried his best to ignore your silent sobs.

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The relief crew showed up, and before they could say anything, you hopped out of the foxhole to get away from Hoosier.

Hoosier, Leckie, Sid, Gibson, and Runner walked together as you walked ahead of them alone in the dark.

“Jeez, Bill, what did you do?” Sid accused.

“What the fuck, why does it have to be something I did?” He defended.

“She was fine before the watch.” Runner identified.

“If you’re gonna blame anyone, blame Leckie for posting us together.” Hoosier suggested pointing at Bob.

“Hey, Corrigan said five Marines and a medic. I had to have two people in each trench. It’s just how it worked out.” Leckie clarified shrugging his shoulders.

You heard them bantering behind you, trying to shut them out. You suddenly heard a distant whistling noise, quickly recognizing it was incoming artillery. You turn to the guys in a panic.

“INCOMING!!” You shout back to them.

The shell landed behind them, sending many palm trees to the ground around them. They all dove to the ground to take cover.

“Get those mortars up! Runner! Hoosier! Set up further that way and rain hell on ‘em! Stay where I can see ya!” Leckie ordered motioning towards the area you all just walked away from.

Hoosier and Runner rush back up the road then hastily set up their ‘Goon Guns’ facing where the threat was coming from.

You find a spot behind the pile of fallen trees to take cover, peeking over the top to make sure you can see and hear if the guys needed you. Watching them work out there left you utterly awestruck.

There were obviously more of the Ichiki out there than you could see. Although there were more of them, their aim was terrible. The Japs plotted their targets all around you and the guys, mainly hitting palm trees and rocks. You watch sharply as each shell made its mark.

You tactfully maneuver closer to Runner and Hoosier until you see a streak of enemy gun fire trailing closer and closer towards them. They, too, see the danger approaching and jump start into a sprint towards the tree line.

Runner finds cover behind a pile of gravel while Hoosier runs towards the stack of fallen palms you were hiding behind. A mortar dropped in his path causing him to double backward as he tried shielding his face from the debris.

As the remnants of the explosion clears, you see his silhouette crouched over, rubbing his eyes. You look past him seeing the approaching stream of enemy fire coming straight for him. The fragments of dirt and sand had obscured his vision leaving him unaware of the jeopardy he was in.

“Shit!” You huff as you hurdle over the mound of trees darting towards Hoosier.

A split second before the enemy can make contact with their target, you tackle Hoosier, projecting you both a few feet out of the line of enemy fire onto the jungle floor.

“Ooof!” Hoosier exclaimed when you knocked the air out of him.

The attack continued a few more minutes, then died down to an unexpected silence. You hear rapidly approaching footsteps of your comrades racing towards you and Bill.

Hoosier on his back and you on your stomach with an arm draped across his chest, you feel seeping warmth soaking through your uniform just around your hip and down your thigh.

Thinking you lost bladder control, you look over your shoulder down your left side and see a crimson red stain on your shirt and pants pooling onto the sand beneath you. Hoosier sat up quickly, causing you to wince when your arm slipped off him.

“Fuck, Y/F/N, you’re hit!” Hoosier announced.

“Well no shit, Bill!” You replied annoyed.

Leckie and the rest of them encircled you and Bill.

“Oh, God.” Leckie choked when he saw you were bleeding.

“Get her bag!” Runner told Sid.

As gently as he could, Hoosier flipped you onto your back, untucking your uniform top from your pants on your left side,

“Y/F/N, tell us what to do!” Hoosier said when Sid came back with your medic satchel.

You take a deep, ragged breath, “First see if there’s an exit wound. Prop me up on my right side and see if the bullet went all the way through.”

They did as they were told.

“There’s an exit wound back here, doll!” Leckie confirmed.

“Ok that’s good,” you reassure through a cough, “Get the big gauze from the bag, pack the entry and exit wounds to—absorb the..blood…and then…then-“

Tunnel vision sets in and you start to black out.

“NO! No no no no, stay with us, Y/F/N!” Hoosier bellowed, “Goddamn it, get her wrapped up we gotta get her to the aid station, NOW!”

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The boys got you back to the aid station just in time. Luckily, a supply drop was made a few days prior to you being wounded, and the nurses were able to get you hooked up to plasma. You remained unconscious for three days.

Hoosier, internally battling his agonizing guilt for treating you the way he had, visited you everyday while you lay asleep on your cot. On days he wasn’t on patrol or on post, he set up a blanket and pillow on the floor next to you to sleep so he wouldn’t miss you waking up.

While he slept on the ground next to your bed, a whimper emitted from above him disturbing his slumber, alerting him that you were waking up. His eyes snapped open as he swiftly pushed himself up from the floor to kneel next to the side of your bed. With the morning sun illuminating your face, he admired your angelic features as you began to stir.

All he could do was stare, wanting nothing more than to see your beautiful eyes open. Your lashes flutter before your eyelids fully reveal the color of your eyes to him. You look side to side, doing your best to figure out where you were and how you got here.

“Good morning.” Hoosier bid you.

You slowly look over to him.

“Oh. Hoosier.” You reply softly.

You try to sit up and suck in air through your teeth when you feel a sharp pain on your left side.

“What the ffffffuuu-“ you start to say lifting your left arm up to look at your side.

Your mid drift was wrapped in dressings like a mummy. You lightly run your hand over your covered abdomen. You tried to remember the last thing that happened in the field. Hoosier saw you struggling to recollect the events that happened three days before.

“Those Japs got you right above the hip. But it only went through the muscle, Doc said. Nothin’ important was hit. It was a clean shot.” He explained.

“Right.” You whispered staring into space.

Hoosier paused, looking down at his hands folded in front of him on your blanket.

“Why did you do it?” He finally asked.

You looked at him perplexed, “Do what?”

“Why did you save me?” He clarified.

You looked down at your toes under the sheets.

“Because it was my job. I wasn’t about to just let you die.” You rationalized.

“After how much of an asshole I was? After what I said to you in the foxhole before that?”

“Well-“ you started before allowing yourself to briefly slip into your thoughts, “..yeah.”

Hoosier stared at you as confusion screwed up his facial features. His eyebrows drew inward as he started to shake his head at you.

“So, you’re welcome.” You added.

“Ha!” He huffed, “I should be grateful!?” He asked sarcastically.

“Well yeah! I did take a bullet for you! You ungrateful piece of-“

“Hold on, there, pal. I didn’t ask you to do that-“

“-You don’t have to! It’s my fucking job!” You bark back before he could finish.

You grimace from pain from over exertion by raising your voice.

“Just go, Bill. I don’t even know why you’re here.”

“I wanted to make sure you woke up.”

You look down on the floor next to your bed and see his blanket and pillow.

“You slept here?” You asked amused.

He nodded. The pieces started to come together in your head.

“Why don’t you just admit you care?” You prompted.

“Fucking what??” He fired back, slightly embarrassed.

“You heard me.” You retorted.

“You’re a dizzy dame, you know that?” He grumbled.

“Whatever, Hoosier, just leave. I can’t stand to hear your voice anymore.” You conclude as you shift to your right side to once again face your back to him.

Bill was bewildered. He leaned back on his heels not knowing what to do next.

“Just go.” You repeat, knowing he was going to try to push the conversation.

He stood, hovered over you for a few seconds then start to slowly back away. He turned on his heel to walk away, but his intrusive feelings stopped him in his tracks, and he abruptly returned to your bedside.

“Ok, so you want to hear it?” He blurted out.

Startled, you return to your back placing your head upon the pillow awaiting his speech.

“I care! Ok?? There, I said it!” He confessed with his arms raised then slapping them down to his sides before he continued,

“As a matter of fact, you’ve had me fucked up for weeks, that’s how much I care. When you stopped sassing me after you got mad at me, I thought I’d be relieved, but I wasn’t! It killed me slowly inside when you refused to look at me or even acknowledge my presence! I couldn’t sleep because everytime I closed my eyes, I saw your face. I couldn’t concentrate on patrol because I constantly wondered if you’d be ok without me around!”

You gaped at him, completely baffled by his outburst of affection for you.

“I got it so bad for you, I don’t know what the fuck to do anymore.” He professed calmly after taking a breath. He looked down at his boots.

You close your mouth and also look down at his boots.

“I’m gonna go. The guys will wanna know you’re ok.” He muttered as he turned to leave.

“Um, Bill?” You call after him gingerly.

He stopped right at the threshold of the doorway to look at you. You wave him over.

He hesitated at first but came back to you. You began to move your legs off the bed to sit on the side.

“What the fuck are you doing?? You shouldn’t be-“ Hoosier tried to reprimand.

“-Bill, shut up, and sit with me.” You directed patting the surface of your cot next to you.

He begrudgingly sat, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.

You swallowed hard, unsure you could speak after what he just told you. You look over to him and catch him nervously side eyeing you, waiting for you to say something. The ends of your mouth curve into a faint smile.

“Bill?”

“Hm.”

“Look at me.”

He reluctantly meets your gaze.

“Did you mean everything you said?”

His eyes widened, “Every word.” He purred.

You beamed at him and before you could stop yourself, you pulled him by his shirt catching his lips with yours. He cupped the side of your face as he tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss.

He snaked a hand around your side,

“Ah-ah-ah ow!” You pull back in pain when his hand touched the tender part of your wound.

You grab his hand gently and pull it away from your side.

“Oh shit! I’m so fucking sorry!” He said alarmed, “Are you ok?? Did I hurt you bad??”

“It’s ok, Bill. It was the heat of the moment. It was worth it.” You justify with a wink.

His look of concern melted into admiration.

He tucked a stray strand of hair from across your forehead to behind your ear, then placed his palm against your cheek. You lean into his touch, placing your hand over his. He rested his forehead against yours.

“Will you stay with me again?” You implored.

His smile widened, “Of course.”

“You can sleep up here with me.”

Hoosier laughed, “We ain’t gonna fit up here together, sweetheart.”

“Then I’ll come to the floor with you.” You insisted.

Hoosier shook his head, “How about I pull another cot over here and we push ‘em together?”

“See? You’re smart and pretty.” You teased with a wink.

He kissed you delicately, his mouth forming into a smile against your lips.

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neonghostlily · 2 months ago

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A Hit to the Heart

Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 Pairing: Goro Takemura / Female V Language: English Rating: T (Teen and up) Genre: Romance/ Slice of life/ Fighting Words: ~2400 Summary : One last fight against Razor. And maybe… someone in the crowd she didn’t expect to see.

-`✮´- French Version / Masterlist -`✮´- The serie of The Samurai and la Fleur de bitume : Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

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V’s bike was still rumbling when she swung her leg off the seat, helmet under her arm. Her boots crunched on cracked concrete as Pacifica’s harsh neon glow cast dirty red light across her jacket. The mall entrance looked almost quiet — but the deeper she walked, the louder the bass got. Laughter. Shouting. The crowd pulsing like a living thing.

The smell hit her the second she stepped inside. Sweat, warm beer, and grilled synthmeat. People crowded the place: leaning on rusty rails, packed along tagged walls, eyes locked on the makeshift ring dominating the center of the space. Raw, loud, electric. It was chaos — and V felt weirdly at home.

A teenage girl brushed past her, grinning.

“You’re the one fighting Razor, right? I bet on you. Better smash his face in.”

Before V could reply, she was gone. V raised an eyebrow, then kept moving, slipping between pockets of spectators.

She passed César and gave him a quick greeting, asking how his wife and the baby were doing.

Fred was waiting near the ring, arms crossed, with that greasy smile of his. V walked over, hands in her pockets.

“Alright… so what now?”

“What now,’ she asks. You’re up for the title. Razor Hughes. You’ve heard of the guy?”

She glanced sideways. Razor sat like a king on his throne — flanked by fans and muscle, lounging with zero doubt about how this night was going to end.

“Seen the posters.”

A lie, of course. She knew him. You couldn’t follow boxing in Night City without knowing Razor’s name. She’d watched his matches with Jackie and Vik — tearing him apart with commentary and jokes and half-drunk cheers.

Fred smirked.

“Didn’t think he’d show here. Guy’s got corpo sponsorships and a golden rep. But hey — Pacifica’s magnetic.”

He kept talking. V tuned him out. Corps had their hands everywhere. Even in the dirt. Even here.

“Do I even have a chance, Fred?”

He chuckled.

“You’ve got moves, V. But Razor’s a machine.”

He started listing off cyberware specs. V barely heard him. Her thoughts were already spinning.

“Viktor might have some tips for you,” Fred added offhandedly.

“Vik’s here?”

“Hell yeah, like he’d miss this. Brought company, too. Some uptight-lookin’ Jap guy with a rod up his ass.”

Fred nodded toward the far end of the ring. V followed his gaze—and stopped.

Viktor stood with arms crossed, solid and grounded like always.

Next to him… Takemura.

Long coat. Impeccable posture. Every inch of him wrong for this place. Too clean, too composed.

But he was here.

And he was looking straight at her.

For a second — just one second — her heart slowed.

Fred’s voice cut through it, snapping her back to the moment.

“Look, I’ll be honest… it’s not looking good for you. But maybe that’s not such a bad thing?”

V looked at him, face blank.

“Be clear, Fred.”

He stepped closer, smirking.

“Razor’s undefeated. People are betting big. You want a bonus? Just lose. Cleanly. Nothing embarrassing. Everyone walks away happy.”

She stared. Quiet.

Then calmly said:

“Go fuck yourself, Fred.”

He raised his hands, fake-relaxed, already backing off.

“Hey, hey. Your call.”

She didn’t answer. Just walked past him, disgusted.

The crowd buzzed around her — wild, restless. Rumors flying. Razor’s cyberware. The money on the line.

She lifted her eyes again.

Viktor still stood near the ring. And Goro hadn’t moved. He was still watching her. Especially now that she was walking his way.

The noise left little room for formal greetings, but Takemura was the first to speak, straight to the point.

“Everything alright?”

His voice was calm, clear enough for her to hear, but his eyes said more. He had seen the exchange with Fred. Had caught the tension on her face, the tight line in her brow she hadn’t been able to hide.

“Just idiots,” she replied, barely louder than a sigh.

No need to explain further. He nodded, no insistence.

Viktor pulled her into a quick, firm hug, eyes sparkling with a pride he wasn’t even trying to hide.

“Shit, V. No way I was gonna miss this. Title match? And you? I even placed a bet. You better make that meathead choke on his chrome.”

She laughed quietly. Just enough to shake some of the tension from her shoulders.

“Count on it.”

“You’re top billing in my heart, V. Don’t let me down.”

She was about to reply, but Fred’s voice boomed through the room:

“Let’s go! Challenger to the ring!”

The crowd roared louder. People packed tighter around the ring. Time to go.

She was turning to leave when Takemura laid a hand on her shoulder. Steady, not heavy. Like an anchor. He leaned in close enough for only her to hear, his voice low by her ear.

“You survived an Arasaka raid. This brainless giant won’t stop you.”

Her heart stuttered.

She turned back to him. In the mess of light and noise, she found his gaze. Soft. Steady. Certain.

She gave him a smile. A real one. Quiet, full of something she still refused to name.

He gave her shoulder one last squeeze, then let her go.

She headed toward the ring, her heartbeat loud in her chest — but in a good way. She took a deep breath, steadying herself.

The ring floor echoed under her boots. Bright lights in her eyes. Razor stood across from her, massive, already sure of his win.

She sat down in her corner, never taking her eyes off him. As if staring long enough might make his weak spots glow.

But just before the bell, Viktor climbed up next to her.

“Hey, V. How’s the mood?”

“Anxious, but just enough to stay alive. My fists are screaming for a fight.”

“Good. Keep your head in it. Confidence is key. But it won’t be enough with Razor.”

“Meaning?”

“He’s got a weak spot. Swapped out some abdominal muscles last week. Hit him there. Hard. Fast. That’s your edge.”

She nodded.

“Got it. Thanks, Vik.”

“Don’t let a certain samurai distract you.”

He gave her a teasing wink, then stepped off the ring.

She let out a breath.

Now, she was ready.

The lights snapped back to the center of the ring. Fred raised a hand. The mic crackled.

“You ready for this? Let’s ring the bell!”

The crowd erupted. Shouts, whistles, sweat, raw adrenaline.

V stood slowly. She inhaled through her nose. Deep. Steady.

“Let’s begin.”

Razor was already up — shirtless, covered in chrome, towering like a war statue. He raised his arms. He knew this was his territory.

V? She had speed. Instinct. And the kind of street-fighting experience that doesn’t come with rules. The kind where losing means bleeding out in an alley.

The bell rang.

“May the best one win!”

Razor charged.

V ducked just in time — a hook aimed to take her head off. She countered with a sharp right to his ribs. He barely moved. When their eyes met, his look said it all: That’s it?

Second round. She slipped under his arm, landed a hit to the gut. He grunted. A little. Not enough.

The crowd roared around them. Faces blurred. Voices merged into a wall of noise. Razor attacked like a wounded beast — wild, confident in his strength. She danced. Timed. Calculated. A sidestep, a jab, an uppercut. And each time, she slipped away by a thread.

But she couldn’t dance forever. One beat too late.

And he landed the hit.

A clean punch, right to her face.

Everything blurred.

Her skull screamed. Blood flooded her mouth. She dropped to her knees. The noise drowned, like she’d sunk underwater.

Screams. Voices. Echoes tearing through her skull.

And then, through the chaos — sharp and cutting:

“Get up, V.”

Goro’s voice.

Steady. Clear. Like a blade through the storm.

And right behind it, Viktor’s:

“Come on, V, you ain’t made of glass! Hit him in the gut, like I told ya!”

She spat blood. Her ribs pulsed with fire. Her nose throbbed like a second heartbeat. But her legs held.

And Razor?

He was already celebrating. Arms raised. Thinking she wouldn’t get up.

Big mistake.

She growled. A low, guttural sound.

And she moved.

Not with fear.

With fire.

One last punch caught her arm — she ate it. Didn’t care. She ducked under his swing. Tightened her fist. And struck.

Straight into the abdomen.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The giant staggered. His knees buckled. His arms dropped. And with one final hook, she finished it.

Razor collapsed.

A beat of silence washed over the room.

Then an explosion — screams, broken glass, people losing their minds. The ref raised her arm. She couldn’t hear what he said. Just the roaring silence in her ears. The pulsing in her chest.

But she was still standing.

Bloody. Heart pounding. But standing.

And she’d done it.

Fred didn’t come closer.

Maybe he knew. Maybe he’d figured out he wasn’t welcome. V didn’t even glance his way. Just let out a long, slow breath — almost trembling. The pressure was dropping, and now her body was starting to charge the price for every second of the fight.

Razor was still muttering something from the floor. Mumbled words, slurred between rage and confusion. She didn’t listen.

She stepped down from the ring, raising a hand to wipe her nose. It was bleeding hard. Great. She winced slightly at the sight of her red palm. Still, she smiled. Victory was rarely clean.

And there he was — Viktor, pushing through the crowd to get to her.

“HOLY SHIT, V! he shouted as he reached her. You knocked him down! Razor Hughes, the damn Razor! You crushed him!”

He pulled her into a hug before she had the chance to react. She let out a tired laugh, arms wrapping around him while he spun her briefly like a kid.

“You nailed it, V. Seriously.”

“Thanks, Vik… I think his kidney’s still stuck to my knuckles. If you wanna reattach it, now’s your chance.”

He burst out laughing and finally let her go — gently.

Goro had stepped closer.

He didn’t say anything. Not right away. Just looked at her. Steady. Relieved. And most of all… proud.

She looked back at him. And the longer she held his gaze, the wider her smile grew — bright, unfiltered, despite the pain, despite the blood.

And then — no one could say who moved first.

A few steps. Two pairs of arms. And they embraced.

A real hug. Not rushed. Not a friendly slap on the back. Something slow, deep, full of warmth, of relief, of mutual respect.

She closed her eyes, felt the fabric of his coat against her cheek — and more subtly, the scent of his cologne. Musky, expensive no doubt, with a hint of citrus.

It suited him.

Around them, the world faded. No crowd. No noise. No pain.

Just this.

Just him.

They pulled apart slowly. Almost reluctantly.

“You didn’t doubt me, I hope? she asked, one brow raised, breath still short.”

Goro gave a small smile — but it shone with sincerity. “Never you, V.” A quiet throat-clearing pulled their attention to the side.

Viktor, of course.

“Alright… don’t wanna crash your little moment, he said, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips. But I’d rather you not pass out before I’ve had a chance to patch you up. We’re heading to the clinic — quick check-up — then straight to El Coyote Cojo. Misty’s already waiting. We’ve got a win to celebrate.”

V smiled instantly, her eyes still shining with leftover emotion.

“You can always count on me for food at El Coyote.”

Then she turned to Goro.

“You’re coming too, right?”

He nodded, as composed as ever. But there was no hesitation.

“Of course.”

The three of them stepped out together. Behind them, the crowd was beginning to thin, some already trying to reach their bookies to collect their winnings.

Outside, the night air hit their faces — sharp, but refreshing.

And as they walked toward Viktor’s car, without a word, V felt something.

A brush.

Light. Subtle. But unmistakable.

Goro’s fingers, grazing hers.

She didn’t dare look his way. But a soft, shy smile curled on her lips, her cheeks warming.

And she let her fingers stay there. Just close enough.

It really had been a beautiful night. ˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　　˚　　　　 . ★⋆.

Hope you enjoyed it! And that V hit you in the heart just as hard as she did Razor. AND GORO, TAKE THE DAMN INITIATIVE ALREADY— (sorry.) 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

#cyberpunk 2077 #goro takemura #takemura goro #night city #takemura romance #takemura x v #v cyberpunk #cyberpunk fanfic #female v #fanfiction

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thatgayb1tchwhosimps4her · 2 months ago

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'Natalie' episode (17x6 re-write)

CW: Descriptions of abuse/borderline torture, past mentions/talks of an abusive childhood, Nat gets shot/stabbed/beaten, violence, vivid descriptions of hurting someone, just typical-ish CM bullshit (ish??).

Word Count: 4170 (longest thing I think I've ever written).

A/N: The time between the first point below (I'm changing it, so that Emily slept over in her office, and didn't know she was suspended until the morning), to Natalie being found, I've written as roughly 12 hours (7am to 7pm), and changed the bit under this to Emily finding the video on her work computer, after coming in first thing (Nat being taken about half an hour prior; 6:30am).

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Okay, so a little change to the end of 17x5, of the reason Emily was staying late/crying to Rossi, which (in this AU) was because she got sent a short video of an unconscious Natalie, with a small gash to her forehead (just above her eyebrow) chained to a cement pillar in what looks like (and is) a basement.

Then the beginning of 17x6 (again, in this AU), it opens up with the team in the briefing room, about an hour after that (in the show's timeline), and Garcia comes in while the others are discussing amongst themselves (basically just frantically asking Emily if there was anyone out there who would want to hurt either of them (from Emily's past or Nat's).

Which she denies, and Penelope puts on the big screen some sped-up CCTV footage she found (through tracking Nat's phone) of her waiting at a coach/bus stop, before someone (dressed in all-black, with the hood of their hoodie pulled up, as well as a mask, so they can't be identified) comes up behind Nat, and japs a needle into her shoulder (through her Spider-Man suit that she's cosplaying in), then drags her away into some van.

With Emily's input, they deduct that despite hers and Natalie's previous conversation about it a few days before, Nat took it upon herself to sneak out early, and (try to) go to a Comic Con in Richmond, by herself, after Emily said 'no' (yk, cause teenage rebellion/mistakes pair well with angst, n'shit); cue title screen.

After the title screen, it shows Nat coming around from being unconscious, and calls out to whoever was there, asking what they want, then guy 1 (Connor) comes down to the basement, and doesn't say anything to Nat (while she continues to ask questions), 'til she says that her mom (Emily) can help them out.

That makes something inside him snap, and in a short fit of jealously, he back-hands her, and rants to her, all like "So what, you think you're better than me now, cause you have your perfect little life?" which throws Nat a little bit, cause huh??

And in realising he probably shouldn't of said that, he sorta clams back up again, and retreats back up the stairs, while Nat calls out to him; again, asking who he is, + what happened.

It then pans back to the BAU, and JJ (who Emily put in charge to take over for her until she's un-suspended. plus, also since the case is personal, Emily has to be treated as a family member, instead of an agent, regardless of said suspension) devising the labour of who's gonna do what to find Nat.

Penelope gets put in charge of finding out where the van went, who owns it, and any other information she can find out about wherever it does end up (as well as being on hand for finding out other info for the team, as per usual).

Tara and Luke go to scout out the coach stop Natalie was taken from, as well as go to her(s and Henry's) school, to see if anyone had noticed anybody hanging around there, or paying special attention to her if there was.

Rossi goes to Emily's house to talk to the neighbours, (again, to see if anyone shady had been hanging around) to try and piece together some sort of timeline of when she got home from school (after volleyball practice), what time she "snuck" back out again, etc, and to also look for any clues inside the house (like at any of Natalie's old records and stuff that Emily'd kept).

While JJ stayed back at the office with Emily, to talk her through everything and try to get any other useful information out of her (breaking out the old media liaison skills).

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Back to Natalie, when guy 2 comes down to the basement (Max), and she decides to try a different tactic of shutting up and just observing him; trying to remember everything Emily taught her, in case of a situation like this.

Which (unluckily for poor Nat) doesn't end up working, and he gets easily frustrated, and lashes out at her, cause she's not co-operating; punching and hitting her a few times, before going back upstairs again, and once he shut the door (and locked it) Nat starts quietly counting aloud.

To the team again, and to Tara and Luke on the street of where Nat got dragged off of, where they basically just assess how easy it'd be to take someone (especially under the cover of early-ish morning darkness), but ultimately not getting much from it, before heading to the school.

Pan back to Natalie, who's still counting (getting to 3,600 a couple minutes before the key turns in the lock of the basement door), then fakes being zoned out/unresponsive, to try and play it the smartest way she knows for near-certainty she can.

Then to JJ and Emily back at the office, who're sat next to each other in Emily's office, (assumedly) previously trying to talk through things that could be useful, but moving away from it, cause Emily starts panicking (and rightfully so), and JJ helps calm her down before it gets too bad, and they end up talking about BAU-gate and such (because they brushed it under the carpet so quickly in the actual episode), but end up being okay.

To Natalie again, where she's actually zoned out this time (like Derek in his episode), assumedly after another visit from guy number 2, since there's scratch marks on her face. And her like "mental safe-place" is basically just a bunch memories with Henry and her mom, from different things.

Back to Tara and Luke at the school, talking to the principle in the hallway outside of her office, just asking basic questions which don't require that much privacy.

But, of course, with it being the break-thing between the second-to-last and last class of the day, who more convenient to see them than Henry himself? Obviously, alarm bells go off in his head, cause he texted her twice and she hasn't responded to either, and now agents are at their school, asking questions.... "Where is she?" He asked, before they could come up with an excuse.

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Then back to Natalie again, (and again, assumedly after another visit from guy number 2 + 1, so we're at about hour 7), and they both come down this time, Max with a gun in his hand (who would rather just get straight down to business, then fuck around trying to talk to Nat) and shoots her in left knee, immediately blinding her with pain and pulling her from the safe-place, making her cry out and whimper softly, her hands flexing around the cuffs and trying to control her breathing, to do her best to regulate the pain.

And guy 2 is all like "Wow, you really have forgotten us, huh?" Again, she's confused as fuck; being given mixed signals the entire time she'd been there, n'all that. So she tries to get them to talk to her, so she can try and help, but obviously they aren't having any of it, and leave her to sit with her pain; guy 1 looking apologetically at Nat on the way out.

It then goes to Rossi at the house, looking around (mostly in Nat's room, cause the rest of their place is pretty normal) and looking for clues (which ends up being like a sad sort of scene; Dave just being there in her room, kinda getting hit with the possibility it could remain empty forever), but he ultimately comes up with nothing, too, so just ends up grabbing the boxes Emily told him about, and loading them into the SUV.

Over to Nat again, (I'm putting this at about half an hour later) and she's struggling against the cuffs, her wrists red-raw, a look of doubt and "would it be crazy of me to do this?" crosses her face, before she mutters a small "Fuck it." and hits the thumb on her left hand against the corner of the pillar, causing her to bite down on her bottom lip, to muffle her screams as best she could.

Then does that a few more times to dislocate it, and pulls that hand out of the cuffs, looking down at it, with a few stray tears falling down her cheeks, before taking a deep breath, and resting it on the ground next to her (cause the cement would be cold, since it's a basement), which makes her wince slightly.

After a few minutes (we're at 40/60 minutes now), she goes pops it back in the best she can, and makes herself gag by doing so (honestly same, as I'm writing this), and tries to keep it as still as possible afterwards.

To the BAU now (it's about 4pm), and Tara, Luke, and Rossi all go into the bullpen at the same kind of time, to like regroup (plus Henry) and JJ's like "Wait, why is my kid here-? Ohhh", and they've pretty much come up with nothing, so back to the drawing board/going through the boxes Rossi brought back.

A little bit after that (at 45 minutes; 15 'til one or both of the guys come back down), she avoids using her left hand when ripping the bottom half of her suit-covered thigh, on that same side (where she got shot), to see how bad it is/figure out how to try not to bleed-out (which again, makes her gag).

She then pulls off one of her socks that's over the top of the suit's left foot (the guys took her shoes so she wouldn't/couldn't run if she escaped), and used it as a make-shift bandage, tying it really tightly around her knee.

The two of them then come back down again; giving Natalie just enough time to sit back, and hold onto the handcuffs a certain way, so it doesn't look any different; pretending to "zone out" again, but wanting to eavesdrop(??) on what they're talking about, cause she still doesn't know wtf is doing on (hour 8/12).

They get to about half an hour of talking (and throwing a couple punches, here and there), before realising that they're not gonna be able to get through to her this way, then walk a few steps away from her, and turn away to discuss in "private".

Thinking that she's still in that "safe-place head-space" (even after being shot), they don't hush their voices, and just talk it out; "You know, I don't know why we even bothered with this? She clearly doesn't remember, or she's moved on/is happy." -C "Don't be stupid. We're doing this for revenge, remember? Besides, the only way we could get anything out of her, without beating her nearly to death, would be to mess with that boyfriend of hers, and doing this has already gotten messy enough." -M.

And that sets Natalie *off*, because what the actual flying fucking fuck??! "What beef do they have with Henry? Wait, what beef do they have with me? Revenge??", and without thinking, she just snaps, breaking away from holding onto the cuffs, then instead just starts battering the shit out of them (ignoring the pain in her thumb); screaming at them "Where is he?!! What did you do to him??! I swear to God, if you touch him, I'll kill you!!" Which is the most she's interacted with them (with words) the whole time.

Which, during her rage, she ends up just beating up the first guy (Connor), and gets like distracted, so the second guy manages to get back up, before pulling out a pocket knife, and stabbing Natalie smack-bang in the middle of her stomach, just above the centre of her pelvis (nicking her ovaries slightly 😬 which is kinda important for later), and that obviously catches her off-guard.

Then guy 2 basically drags guy 1 away, and helps him back up the stairs, after Nat like falls back/down, keeping herself propped up on her elbow (at 8 hours 40-ish minutes now), her face pretty much drowning in panic and fear.

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And now we go back to the BAU, with all of the team (excluding Emily, as well as Henry, who are just kind of sat/stood in the corner), each of them (Tara, Luke, Dave, and JJ) looking through a box each to try and find a clue.

They end up being interrupted by Garcia, who comes in with her laptop and (after some PG-level digging) informs them about what she found out about Nat's old foster/adoptive parents - They had several cases of abuse filed against them, when other kids they were looking after got past the age of 18 (now 9 hours).

The team discusses this for a bit, then decide it's a good lead (as well as the only viable one they've got). Penelope then sifts through the handful of names of the people who launched a case against the foster parents, and sorts through the names of the ones that're still going on (which is most of them), before finding the two who are closest in age to Natalie; Connor and Max.

Back to Nat again, and she wakes up from being passed out (for about another hour, since guy 1 also had another needle on hand, with the stuff he used the first time, to keep her unconscious while they took her to the house), then pulls herself to sit up against the stairs (the whole hourly check thing from the guys going out the window, since it's probably taken them a while for guy 2 to clean guy 1 up, and to devise a new plan of action).

She gets up, pulls her arms out from the sleeves of her suit and ties them as tightly as possible around her to slow the bleeding (double + triple knotting them), then looks over at the pool of blood next to her, and gets an idea (dun dun dun....).

Cut to like a montage(??) of Natalie using her blood to mark fake footprints "walking" to a closet in the corner of the basement, before unzipping the foot pieces of the suit (cause apparently you can get ones that do that 🤷🏻), chucking them inside, and closing the doors (not before grabbing a baseball bat out of it).

To the team again, with all of them walking out of the bullpen (Garcia breaking off to go back to her "bat-cave"), and Henry argues with JJ that he's going with them (and he won't take no for an answer), they go back and forth on it, 'til they compromise on him staying in the car with Emily, and waiting for the medics.

Then down to the like "changing room" to put their FBI vests on, and JJ, Tara, Luke and Rossi going over the game-plan; JJ and Rossi will go around back to check the downstairs, and Tara and Luke will go through the front to check upstairs, along with a few of the local detectives, cause why not (it's also 10 and a half hours, now).

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To Natalie again, and both of them unlock the basement (11 hours now), the camera in my head filming their shoes walking down the stairs, before focusing in on Nat behind hidden behind two of them, the light catching her eyes between two of the steps at just the right angle (scary + cool as fuck!!), and they obviously see the pool of blood, then the footprints, and follow them (idiots).

Then guy 1 + 2 open the closet expecting to see Nat inside, only to be baffled, before she appears behind them, and strikes guy 1 (C) over the back of the head; hard (who then collapses onto the ground, basically killing him on impact). And she looks extremely psychotic (cause she thinks they've got Henry, since she doesn't know any of what's been happening outside that room).

Pan back to the team in the car (JJ, Emily, and Henry in one - Tara, Luke, and Rossi in the other) on the way to where the old foster home is, since that's the most likely place they'd take her (also cause they tried the shelter they were being housed in, for kids who used to be in care), while on the phone with Garcia, who's filling them in on their past; basically just that they're foster brothers (22 and 25), who grew up in the same house as Natalie, before CPS found out the parents abusing them, + Emily then adopted her. (N was 0-6, C was 6-12, and M was 9-15).

Before guy 2 (M) can do anything to react to that, Natalie takes a swing at him, hitting the bat into his right side, which knocks him into the corner of the room. She then goes over (kind of hobbling) after he quickly gets himself out of the corner, and has time to hit him again (in the knee) since he's kind of panicking, then makes a snide remark of "Oh, what, you're not into that?" when he cries out/curses in pain, and doubles over slightly, of course referring to him shooting her knee.

She then pulls both her arms back (holding onto the bat), and swings it forward with such force against his left side, it cracks several of his ribs, causing him to stumble backwards into the wall opposite the stairs, before getting all up in his space like "Right, I'm giving you one last chance to tell me where he is."

Which, obviously, he doesn't take (since he's like the 'cocky' one out of him and Connor), so Nat kinda mocks him, and sticks her bottom lip out slightly; "No? That's a shame. Actually, no it's not; you'll regret not saying 'yes', though." BAM! Another hit, this time a wide shot to the pelvis (mostly his junk) - 11 and a half.

Cut back to the team, pulling up in the huge driveway outside; a few squad cars from the local PD following behind them. JJ gets out first, reiterating that Emily and Henry have to stay in the car (which they do), before shouting out orders to the others; "Luke, Tara, you take the front and check upstairs. Rossi, you're with me, we're going through the back, and sweeping the downstairs. You find either of the boys, or Nat, regardless of condition, you use COMMs, or shout-out, as soon as you can; am I clear?"

Back in the basement, Nat's discarded the bat at this point. Guy 2 is on the floor, she's kicking the shit out of him with her bad leg (no matter how much it hurts, she's determined to get an answer out of him), and uses the good one to keep herself from falling over, while screaming at him again; "You son of a bitch! Tell me what the fuck you did! WHERE IS HE??!"

Kick, kick, kick; he's coughing up blood now, but Natalie's too far gone/insanely focused on the task at hand to really notice. Max's half-pleaded at her to stop, but Nat's not stupid; the second she stops, he'll fight back, and she can't afford to do that.

After the team and most of the officers disappear around the house's perimeter, Emily sneaks out of the car, and grabs a radio that's sitting carelessly on the trunk of one of the officer's cars, then tunes in into the channel that the COMMs are, just as the medics pull up.

Natalie gives up on kicking, and pretty much falls onto her knees (almost desensitized to the throbbing in her left one), opting to punching him instead, since he's basically unconscious, but surely she can still get something out of him, right??

JJ and Luke count down on COMMs, both of them at their appointed entrances to the house, and bust down the front and back door at the same time.

She then sluggishly moves to straddle guy 2's chest (he's basically dead by now), wearily pulling her arms back, and landing weak punches to alternating sides of his face, giving up on screaming, and whispering instead; "Where is he? Please, jus- Just tell me where he is? I can't let him be hurt."

Tara and Luke immediately fan out, checking the hallway, before rushing upstairs, and taking an end of the hallway each. Rossi going in first at the back of the house; clearing the kitchen, then the dining room, and heading to look at the rest of the house. JJ goes into the living room, looking around, then discover that there's a basement.

Nat's now sort of "coming around" to what she's done, and now feeling all the things (pain-wise), so takes herself off of guy 2, and falls back like 5 feet away from him, onto her back; the blood-loss now really getting to her, as she suddenly gets hit with the full effect of her drowsiness, just as JJ comes down the stairs.

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"Guys, I need back-up." Is heard through the COMMs (as well as the radio Emily acquired, and it listening to, by one of the ambulances). "I'm in the basement, south-west side of the house. I've found Nat, she- We've got bodies down here." JJ's voice is strained, trying to keep her emotions in check.

Hearing that, Emily clicks off of the channel, and just breaks down; falling on her knees, just sobbing uncontrollably into her hands. Her heart feeling like it's physically broken inside her chest, until a hand rests on her shoulder, a few minutes later; it's familiar, comforting. And it belongs to Rossi.

"Hey, hey- Easy. Come here-" He comforts, helping her stand back up, before hugging her tightly (for the second time that day), waiting for her to regulate her breathing again, before speaking. "It's gonna be alright, I promise."

Which makes Emily pissed, because "No, it won't." She thought. Her baby girl is dead, how will it every be o-

Her spiralling thoughts cut off by not one, but two, body bags being rolled out of the house, and passed the pair, into an M.E's van, because they got there at some point. She nearly breaks again, before seeing a third stretcher being pushed towards them; is that-?

It passes them, and is loaded into the ambulance, just as Henry jumps out of the SUV, and JJ comes over to them. "She's lost a lot of blood, but there's a good chance she'll be okay." The blonde stated, cutting to the point, before any of them can ask.

"What did they do to her?" Is Emily's first question, pushing her prior thoughts and feelings to the back of her mind. "I'm not sure, but she's got some marks on her face, and she's covered in blood. I think-" JJ pauses for a second, looking to Henry, who's face is a mix of anger and desperation for answers.

"One of them shot her, in the knee. She's got a stab wound, too; near the bottom of her stomach, almost dead-centre." She manages to get out, before Emily rushes to the ambulance, climbing in without a second thought; gently taking a hold of Natalie's left hand (painted in deep blues and purples) in hers. "Oh honey, what did they do to you?" She whispered, running her thumb over the back of it, before pressing a soft kiss to her palm.

"We'll follow behind." She heard Rossi say; 'we' implying him, JJ, and Henry, which she acknowledged with a small nod, a few moments before the ambulance doors got shut.

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"Mama?" A small voice spoke, about 10 minutes later. Emily lifted her head up to look toward it; her previously life-less daughter, now squinting in her direction.

"Hi- Hey, it's okay." Emily perks up, sniffing softly, as she moves her other hand to stroke her thumb over Nat's forehead. "We're gonna be at the hospital in a little bit. Then they're gonna mend you all up, and I'll never let anything bad happen to you ever; I swear to you."

"Mama." The voice repeats, a small smile visible under the oxygen mask, before tears well up in her eyes, and she whimpers softly. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to be independent for once, and do something fun, but I should've listened to you."

"Hey, hey, hey- I'm not angry with you, I promise. None of this is your fault; I've got you." Emily reassures, gently wiping the tears from her daughter's cheeks, before smiling and whispering softly. "Hey- You were really brave, you know that? I am so so proud of you, ladybug; you did so good. You didn't stop for a second, and I am incredibly lucky to get to be the mom of such a badass, mi pequeño amour."

"Mommy-" The girl started, her voice raspy despite the mask, before her eyes drooped shut again, and the machine at the foot of the stretcher monitoring her vitals beeped loudly.

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Hello, so as stated in the title, this was just my version of 17x6, cause it was the easiest of all the ones in that season to adapt to what I had in mind for this OC, but (without explicitly saying it in this post) I left in the 'It gives me you' bit, for during Emily and JJ's talk in Emily's office about everything, since it still kinda fit :)

And disclaimer; I don't know how easy it would be to dislocate + put back in place the thumb-joint, or know how realistic what I wrote would be/is (since I couldn't think of any other way to get Nat out of the cuffs, apart from the old Bobby/hair pin thing), but this is what I found when I googled it, so 🤷🏻

Again, for the angst, (at some point over this AU thingy) I'm gonna briefly give Nat a morphine addiction (from being prescribed it to cope after surgery) as like a Reid parallel, except actually be able to give work it out properly, unlike the Reid storyline, where it was just pretty much disposed of.

But I hope you guys liked it, despite the angst. (And yes, I will do a smaller part 2 to pick up from the end of this, which I will link here, and on the main page).

-Harlow

#Harlow (AgathaRio's version)#original content #mine not yours #harlow speaks 🦒#criminal minds #criminal minds oc #🥊natalie prentiss🦻🏼#ssa emily prentiss #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x daughter!reader #david rossi #penelope garcia #tara lewis #luke alvez #jennifer jareau #jj jareau #henry lamontagne

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an-apowell · 6 months ago

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I am clearing out my drafts, which I had in it for a "first chapter" of the War for Blood - Elden Ring Fanfic. Figured to share what I had:

Mohg, Lord of Blood, fell as every Omen does – graceless. Nothing waited for him in the afterlife, no threads of gold, no leaves of the Erdtree, which he wouldn’t go towards anyway. There were moments, while close to death, that he held a soft thought that he would be with his founded family, with The Formless Mother. There was that dark. It worked through his bones and into his vessels. It was a shame, really, but he didn’t expect anything; he likes to fool himself into thinking that his ending would not have played out so… predictable.

He floats in the dead shell and senses dull yet sober. The fever he had was gone. Maybe he could rest peacefully. His Nightmares would be ambitious if they hunted him down in this beyond. Fools too, he supposes.

A scent tickled his nose, hung in the stale dark, yet all familiar to him.

“Blood.”

Droplets were slow at first. It brought feeling back to his core. He jostled his shoulders like an animal adjusting its heavy pelt of an itch. Then it came like sludge, anchoring him to himself.

Mohg jolted, japing the air blindly. A spark illumined the dark, for a second. Outlines of shapes appeared for a second before settling back in the dark. But before he got the strength to jap the dark again, a tare ripped far above him. He had to arch his spine to position his eye to glare at it. The light twisted and twirled casting an almost obscure red, towards the center, a sharp pink hue dazzled him. A red star emerged.

Gasping pained his lungs, but his excitement grew, “Formless Mother. Y-you came!” Mohg found a new sense of vigor. Breathing again eased out the ache. “Forgive the mess. I wasn’t expecting… company,” he said jokingly.

The star ripples and morphs.

“You’re taking shape!” He took a moment to realize what he said. The Formless Mother is taking shape. He looked away. “Is this blasphemy?”

As Mohg concerns himself with his thoughts, he doesn’t realize that the “star” grew closer rapidly, not realizing it was nearly on top of him until he heard screaming, “Fight me, you bitch! Scarlet Rot is mid!”

Twisting again, Mohg didn’t have time to react as what looked to be a gold comet with a red tail leveled him and sent him spinning into the void. Sparks flashed. The outlines throbbed back into his vision. The comet had hooked around and was looping back to Mohg, who was getting overwhelmed by the sudden commotion.

As the comet whooshed back, he felt something tare at his arm, a grab of some kind.

More sparks and a pain choked him. Mohg snapped his gaze to the comet, whose light cased away the outlines enough for him to make out the nucleus as someone. Frustrated, Mohg was able to catch hold of the individual, irradiated by the comet’s coma, bathed in gilded light. Whoever this was had a grab like an ox and helped pull Mohg out of the void nearly crushing his arm.

“Agh- don’t touch me!” Mohg cried when the sensation of touching something physical splintered through his empty veins where the void had breached.

With a sharp recoil, he came face to face with what Mohg only could think of as another demigod, not quite like himself, but a demigod no less. He could see it in his eyes. They glowed like… someone Mohg used to know--

“Ew,” exclaimed the demigod, curling a lip up in disgust.

Mohg exclaimed at the remark eye narrowed, “Rude!”

The demigod’s eyes widened in shock at his knee-jerk reaction, “Wait-wait! Shit!”

With a sharp push from Mohg, the demigods were sent spinning again. Mohg could not help but smile at the demigod’s reaction, at the interaction. Oh, to suffer with company.

#elden ring headcanons #elden ring fanfic #mohg elden ring #mohg the omen #mohg lord of blood #radahn elden ring #general radahn #starscourge radahn #what goes on in radahn's head during the promised consort fight

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the-daily-tizzy · 10 months ago

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HISTORY CLASS

The teacher said, "Let's begin by reviewing some American history. Who said: 'Give me Liberty, or give me Death'?"

She saw a sea of blank faces, except for Little Akio, a bright foreign exchange student from Japan, who had his hand up: "Patrick Henry, 1775," he said. "Who said: 'Government of the People, by the People, for the People, shall not perish from the Earth'"? Again, no response except from Little Akio: "Abraham Lincoln, 1863." "Excellent!" said the teacher, continuing. "Let's try one a bit more difficult. Who said, 'Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country?'" Once again, Akio's was the only hand in the air and he said: "John F. Kennedy, 1961." The teacher snapped at the class, "Class, you should be ashamed of yourselves. Little Akio isn't from this country and he knows more about our history than you do." She heard a loud whisper: "F___ the Japs." "Who said that? I want to know right now!" she angrily demanded. Little Akio put his hand up, "General MacArthur, 1945." At that point, a student in the back said, "I'm gonna puke." The teacher glares around and asks, "All right! Now who said that?" Again, Little Akio says, "George Bush to the Japanese Prime Minister, 1991." Now furious, another student yells, "Oh yeah? Suck this!" Little Akio jumps out of his chair waving his hand and shouts to the teacher, "Bill Clinton, to Monica Lewinsky, 1997!" Now with almost mob hysteria someone said, "You little s---! If you say anything else, I'll kill you!" Little Akio frantically yells at the top of his voice, "Michael Jackson to the children testifying against him, 2004." The teacher fainted. As the class gathered around the teacher on the floor, someone said, "We're screwed!"

Little Akio said quietly,

"The American public if Kamala gets elected."

#History Class #Littl Akio #Who said...???

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footprintsinthesxnd · 2 years ago

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The Good Die Young

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Warnings: mentions of graphic themes, war, injury, weapons, sexual images, language, 18+, swearing. Pairings: Jake Seresin × f!reader. Disclaimer: This is a series reflecting on the true events of the US Marines in WW2. All of the characters are fictional and not based off are original characters (except for Jake Seresin) and they are not representations of the real, brave men who fought in WW2. I have tried to make all the events in this series as accurate as possible but please bare in mind this is fanfiction and i have added/ changed certain things to fit with this.

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Melbourne, August 1943

“I swear to God, if I have to take one more step I’m gonna shoot myself,” Edward whined, his pack slipping further down his back and his knees sinking to the floor despite their orders to continue marching.

“Get up, Mary. Come on we can’t rest yet,” Jake hauled his fellow Marine up so he was standing against him, supporting him around his waist and hauling him forward, ignoring the protest from the boy at his distasteful nickname. That boy was far from a virgin anymore, not with all the women he’d spent time with in Melbourne. They had fallen behind their original group but with the blisters Jake was suffering from he hadn’t minded the slower pace with Edward.

“Just a little further now,” Jake pointed to the distance where he could see a group of Marines stopping to make camp for the night. “Just up on that ridge and then we can stop, I promise.”

Edward groaned but nodded, standing to support himself a little more. He swung his Springfield disdainfully over his shoulder, he was still upset that the M1 Garand he’d scrounged from the army supplies had been confiscated and instead replaced with his original Springfield. Jake recalled the lectures of ‘it's lightweight and ammunition capacity is far better than this fucking shit’ Edward had complained nearly every night since they’d docked in Melbourne.

It felt like they were back in boot camp, how Melbourne was meant to be restful Jake didn’t know. The only good thing that had come from his time here was Y/n. He’d spent nearly every night and any time he could in the day with her, sneaking out of the stadium and walking the three blocks to her small apartment, where she would greet him with open arms, food on the table and a warm bed to share. He hummed fondly at the thought of her sitting behind her desk, fingers hammer nimbly on the typewriter, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth as she concentrated. Jake didn’t like to admit it to his fellow Marines but he’d found love in the city of Melbourne and for however long they would be there he intended to cherish it.

George looked up as Jake’s shadow appeared beside him, “finally decided to join us then, Cowboy.” He smirked as Jake shoved him playfully.

“Yeah well I got stuck with the invalid Virgin Mary over there,” he pointed to where Edward was silently crying as he eased his boots from his bleeding feet, large purple bruises and shining blisters littered his ankles and heels. George snorted in response, revealing his own sore feet. “Guess we aren’t so lucky to have new boots after all.

“Here boys, fresh chow,” Frank pushed two plates of steaming rice towards them.

“Great, more fucking rice,” George pushed the rice around his plate, his features miserable as he gazed upon the grey beads.

“Hey don’t you go complaining,” Frank snapped. “A Jap soldier can live on one sack of rice and one sack of raisins for three weeks. No wonder they’re thrashing us.” The others nodded in agreement, all falling silent under their Sergeant’s gaze.

“So…” Jake began, testing the waters cautiously. “How’s that lovely young lady of yours, Frank?”

Frank eyed him suspiciously but upon spotting no malice in his question he replied. “Fern’s good, she sure is a beauty. I can’t remember the last time I felt so happy.” The men nodded in agreement, all having found a pretty young girl to spend time with in Melbourne, all except George who was staying faithful to his fiancé despite his friend's protests.

“How’s your lady friend, Jake?” Johnny chimed in, falling with a thud beside Jake with an exhausted sigh.

“Yeah, she’s good,” Jake replied nonchalantly, grimacing at the jeers from the man beside him.

“Yeah right! What are you two at it like every night? We barely see you anymore.”

Jake nodded, his cheeks growing increasingly red and his friends laughed.

“No, things are going well. I really like her, maybe even love her,” he admitted, he averted his gaze, picking at the flaking leather of his once new and shiny boots. “I’m gonna ask her to marry me.”

“WHAT?!” Came a chorus of rushed questions, all their voices blurring into one.

“Well, well, well, ‘Mr I’m Too Cool For Marriage’ wants to settle down,” George joked, grinning wickedly as he repeated what Jake had told him in boot camp and Jake had to admit that it was a sudden change. He’d never felt like this before about anyone but with Y/n he wanted to do better, to be better. He wouldn’t admit it but it scared him, to suddenly feel this dependent on another person.

“Well, as long as he makes me the best man at his wedding I don't care who he marries,” Edward called, finally making his way to the group and slumping down in the sand.

“Take a number mate, if anyone's gonna be his best man it's gonna be me,” George protested and Jake had to agree that out of everyone George would be his choice but he wasn't about to start a fight.

“I've only known her six months, I’m not about to ask her to marry me,” Jake lied, the weight of the silver engagement ring heavy in his uniform pocket, he had to resist the urge to pat it to make sure it was still there.

“Suit yourself,” Edward eyed him curiously, his dark eyes boring into Jake’s chest as if he knew his secret.

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The walk back to Melbourne was slow and painful but all the Marines would admit that they had never been so pleased to see the stadium. Jake sank onto the hard mattress with a groan, he hadn’t slept here in several months, instead choosing Y/n warmth and comfort over the sticky, mosquito-ridden stadium and the smell of sweet from his fellow Marines.

“I'm going to sleep for a week,” George moaned, his now shirtless chest heaving with a heavy sigh as he buried his head beneath his pillow.

“Couldn’t we all,” Edward confessed, prying his damn socks away from the open wounds on his feet, large, raw sores covered the young man’s soles, the socks pulling with them the dead skin and Jake grimaced as he watched Edward squeeze another blister. Before the war, Jake thought that one blister on his heel from new shoes was bad enough but this was something else. It’s amazing the kind of suffering and agony the human body can endure when it has to. Jake stood, stretching painfully as his joint clicked and cracked, he suddenly felt old.

“Where are you off to?” George asked, his arm slung over his eyes, shielding them from the midday sun.

“I'm going to see Y/n.”

“You mean to tell me that after all we’ve just been through you still have sex on the brain. Jesus, I’d have thought you at least wanted to get some sleep first,” George looked at him judgmentally, his eyebrows pinched together.

“We don't just have sex you know,” Jake snapped, shaking his head. “I've missed her, I want to spend some time with her and I know she'll take pity on me and run me a nice bath.”

His friends called out their protests, wanting to join him for a bath of their own but Jake just laughed, waving over his shoulder as he crossed the field and onto the Main Street.

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Jake knew the walk to Y/n house like the back of his hand, and yet he still felt nervous butterflies dancing in his stomach every time. Today was different though, today he was going to admit something to her that he had never admitted to any woman before her. He was in love with her and after the war he wanted them to be married.

Jake stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Y/n sitting on the front steps, tears flowing freely down her face. “Y/n? Hey Doll, what happened?” Jake hurried towards her, his hands landing immediately on her shoulders as he pulled her closer, no longer worried about the smell of sweat and grime from the last few days. “Y/n?” He asked again, this time earning a small whine of protest as she tried to pull away from him.

“Y/n, please talk to me. What happened?”

“You need to go,” Y/n stood abruptly, sending Jake backwards before he caught himself and stood beside her. “You’ve caused nothing but trouble and you need to leave. NOW!”

Jake had never seen Y/n like this, she was always so calm and collected and yet this outburst seemed to have come from nowhere. They had been so good recently. Just days before Jake had taken her on a trip down to the coast, they’d had lunch in a secluded rocky cove, where between each mouthful of food Jake was either laughing or kissing her. Y/n had been so happy.

“Darling, if I’ve done something wrong please tell me. I know I’ve been away for a few days but I swear to you if I could I would never leave you. Never.” Jake was desperate now, he’d never begged a woman before but he was begging now. Outside on the steps of Y/n’s house he was down on his knees begging. To anyone who walked past it looked like an American Marine was proposing to an Australian girl, which wasn’t an uncommon sight really, but something in Jake’s heart snapped when he looked up at the broken girl who stood before him.

“I’m pregnant,” Y/n whispered without moving, her eyes still fixed on the grassy verge beside the steps.

Jake felt his heart drop, they had always been safe, always used protection. Why was this happening to them?

“What?” He gulped out, his throat was dry and tight as if some invisible force was trying to suffocate him.

“I’m pregnant,” Y/n repeated, her teary eyes now watching him, waiting for him to say something. Jake bit his tongue, there was nothing he could say. What is done is done and now they have to deal with the consequences. He wasn’t sure how long he had stayed quiet but Y/n spoke up again, her voice shaking.

“It’s alright, I don’t expect you to marry me or anything. I know you have a whole life back in the States and I was just something to pass the time. We’ll be okay on our own... Goodbye, Jake. Good luck.”

Jake had never felt so helpless. It was as if his body was working against him, he couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe. His eyes followed Y/n as she disappeared into the house, closing the door with what felt like a heart-crushing thud. Jake was left alone on the steps, tears trickling silently down his cheeks. His hand gripped the front of his shirt, trying to stop the pain. For a moment he thought he was having an attack of some kind, he’d heard of people whose hearts had failed and they were left withering in agony but this was a different kind of pain. It felt as though she had just torn his heart from his chest and Jake wasn’t sure if he’d ever recover.

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“Frank, you old dog. I didn’t think you had it in you,” Johnny jested, ducking to avoid the canteen aimed at his head as Frank shouted a string of profanities at the corporal.

“Hey Cowboy, you’ve missed all the action. Our Frankie boy here just got engaged to that sweet girl Fern. Can you believe it?” Johnny called out as Jake approached the group. He looked up glumly at his comrades.

“No way, congrats Frank.”

“Congrats yourself. How did you fuck up this time?” Frank questioned, his eyebrow raised as he festered towards Jake.

“What?”

“How did you fuck up this time? What did Y/n not even let you past the door? Man, you stink. You better hit the showers because I’m not sleeping next to you.” Frank whined, turning his back to Jake who just collapsed on the bed beside George who Jake could only assume was writing a letter to Florence.

“She's pregnant,” Jake spoke in a hushed whisper, barely able to get the words out of his mouth.

“What did you just say?” George asked, gaining the attention of his fellow Marines once more Jake repeated himself.

“Y/n, she’s pregnant… with my baby,” he added at the end as Edward was looking at him with some doubtful confusion.

“Oh shit, Cowboy you did fuck up big time,” Johnny laughed, swigging from a bottle of god knows what that he’s scrounged from god knows where.

“No shit Corporal Dumbass, no fucking shit!” Jake cursed as he smashed his knee on the steel-framed bed. “FUCK!”

This outburst drew the attention of many of the other Marines sitting on their cots around him but Jake didn’t care, not anymore.

“Well, I’ve got some more bad news for you, Jake. We’re shipping out in 3 days so you better get your affairs in order.”

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The departure from Melbourne was far less glamorous than their arrival. The Marines looked far worse for wear than when they had arrived. Many were saying goodbye to loved ones, girlfriends, wives.

Frank had left a very teary Fern at home, they had said their goodbyes that morning and she couldn’t bear to watch him leave. Frank too could be seen with red-rimmed eyes but none of his friends were about to tease him, they all felt the loss of the comforts they were to leave behind and they all knew the death and devastation that was waiting for them.

Jake sat in the wall near the ship, watching as jeeps and trucks were winched abroad, along with supplies. A small cough from behind him caused him to turn, stopping dead when he saw the tearful face that was staring back at him.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Jake asked, standing to move towards her but Y/n raised her hand in protest, causing him to stop.

“I came to say goodbye,” she replied flatly, her eyes never leaving her hand that she had raised to stop him, she couldn’t meet his eyes, couldn’t admit to herself what she was about to say.

“You know you’re an asshole right? You came into my life, made me feel alive and now you're swanning out of it again without any consequences.” She slammed her hands into Jake’s chest, sending him back slightly before he steadied himself. “You came here to my home and you ruined my life. You turned my world upside down and I hate you for it.” Tears began spilling down her cheeks as she sobbed out her last statement. “I hate you.”

“I know you do,” Jake replied sadly. “I never meant for any of this to happen and I swear that I don’t want to leave you.” He knew he’d hurt her even if he’d never intended to and now with her face all scrunched up and red as she cried would be the last image he ever had of her. She’d never want to see him again.

“But I love you God damn it. I fucking love you and I know it won’t be easy but I can’t help it.”

Jake’s head snapped up in confusion. Had he heard her right? (Y/n) looked up at him, tears sticking to her lashes as she did so. “I love you Jake Seresin so you make damn sure that you come back to me ok.” She grabbed ahold of his uniform's lapel, shaking him slightly as she spoke. “You promise me.”

“I promise. I promise you, Doll, I’ll come back to you. I swear it. Hell, I'd marry you right now if I could.” Jake let his hand rest tentatively on her cheek, worried that if he overstepped the mark, she would shy away from him but instead, she leaned into his touch.

“You really mean that? You want to marry me.” Y/n asked, her large, tearful eyes causing Jake’s heart to break.

“Of course I do. I love you,” Jake whispered, conscious that the men around him would tease him for it later but he needed her to know. Without a second thought, he dug his hand into his jacket pocket, pulling the small velvet box from its depth and flipping open the lid.

“So how about it, Doll? Do you think you could put up with me for the rest of our lives?”

A small squeal left Y/n lips before she jumped into his arms.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you. I love you too.” She pressed her lips firmly against his and Jake felt the weight lift from his shoulders. The kiss was lingering, letting their lips brush ever so briefly before she pulled away.

“You promise you’ll come back to us?” Her face resembled that of a small child, innocent and confused.

“I promise,” he repeated, resting his hand gently on her flat stomach. “I’ll come back for both of you.”

Jake could hear his CO shouting at him from the boat. “I have to go.” He picked up his kit bag, swinging it over his shoulder and with one last glance at (Y/n) he strode up the gangplank and onto the ship, leaving the woman he loved behind but not alone. She wouldn’t be alone anymore and as soon as he could, he would return to her.

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headphone-the-idjit · 3 months ago

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The body ‘types’ presented cleanly here :) I’ve yet to revamp my old snap-jap characters, they help present what the species is supposed to moreso naturally look like rather than some shiny sparkledogs alongside what this universe considers ‘gods’ lol

#art #character drawing #character art #digital art #original art #furry digital art #speculative worldbuilding #spec bio #alien species #speculative biology #original species #snap-jap #Runestone WB

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chessalein · 4 months ago

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Whenever I throw in mods into Cyberpunk, I feel like I was a pilot who just turns switches and stuff. *turns switch* jap. That works... I guess.

*snaps another one* ... Yea. that seems about right.

And then I ask myself if there wasn't a button for certain things and question myself what the heck I am even doing.

But its running so... yay! Even though some things seem weird to me. But they have to wait after a good night sleep. Its 3:10 am right now.

Sleep well whoever reads this (‾◡◝) and dream something wonderful when it is time for you as well ♥

#I could swear you could freeze characters in photomode as well...#But there was no button #did I only dream that?

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oldraysblog · 9 months ago

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The teacher said, "Let's begin by reviewing some American history. Who said: 'Give me Liberty, or give me Death'?"

She saw a sea of blank faces, except for Little Akio, a bright foreign exchange student from Japan, who had his hand up: "Patrick Henry, 1775," he said.

Who said: 'Government of the People, by the People, for the People, shall not perish from the Earth"?

Again, no response except from Little Akio: "Abraham Lincoln, 1863."

"Excellent!" said the teacher, continuing. "Let's try one a bit more difficult. Who said, 'Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country?

Once again, Akio's was the only hand in the air and he said: "John F. Kennedy, 1961."

The teacher snapped at the class, "Class, you should be ashamed of yourselves. Little Akio isn't from this country and he knows more about our history than you do."

She heard a loud whisper: "F___ the Japs."

"Who said that? I want to know right now!" ...she angrily demanded.

Little Akio put his hand up, "General MacArthur, 1945."

At that point, a student in the back said, "I'm gonna puke."

The teacher glares around and asks, "All right! Now who said that?"

Again, Little Akio says, "George Bush to the Japanese Prime Minister, 1991."

Now furious, another student yells, "Oh yeah? Suck this!"

Little Akio jumps out of his chair waving his hand and shouts to the teacher, "Bill Clinton, to Monica Lewinsky, 1997!"

Now with almost mob hysteria someone said, "You little s---! If you say anything else, I'll kill you!"

Little Akio frantically yells at the top of his voice, "Michael Jackson to the children testifying against him, 2004."

The teacher fainted.

As the class gathered around the teacher on the floor, someone said, "We're screwed!"

Little Akio said quietly, "The American public if Kamala gets elected."

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samutoru · 2 years ago

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Basil x Reader - Blossoms | [ NOT REVISED ]

summary - Basil has a crush on you, and you have a crush on him. you were too afraid to tell him since you were afraid he didn´t feel the same. One spring day, you were walking alone home after school due to detention because of Kel. You found Basil at the front of the school, still dressed in his uniform waiting for you.

genre - fluff | warnings - none

word count - 1.2k

a/n : i posted the teaser for my sunny ff but i didn´t expect it to actually reach some of your guys´ attention :0 i´m still working on the first chapter- so here´s a little one-shot while you guys are waiting for the first chapter :)) Btw, this one-shot is inspired by Enhypen´s ¨Blossom¨ their newest jap single! - mint

the story is under the cut!

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It was a silent reading time and your friend/desk mate, Kel kept making jokes trying to get you to laugh. You were trying your best to ignore him, but it really didn´t last long.. Your teacher thought you were gossiping to Kel and she put you in detention for it.

¨Y/n L/n. Stay after school for detention¨ Your teacher called out.

You groaned and rolled your eyes. You gave Kel a ¨look what you did¨ death stare before going back into reading your book. He mouthed ¨I´m sorry¨ and didn´t bother you until the end of class.

When the final bell rang, Kel kept apologizing to you.

¨Y/n I´m so so so sorry!¨

¨Forget it.¨ You spat at him. He wanted to laugh for you being in detention but he knew it was entirely his fault for it.

¨I´ll buy you strawberry milk for the next few weeks! I´ll even walk you home!¨ Kel cried, he was basically on his knees begging for forgiveness.

¨If you say so, but that doesn´t change the fact you got me in detention.¨

¨Deal! Please Y/n, Please don´t tell Hero! I´m gonna get a big scolding from him AND Mari if you do! You remember last time, don´t you??¨ Kel begged.

¨Fine. Strawberry milk, you walk me home, and you have to do my math homework!¨ You told him.

Kel gasped in relief and hugged you. ¨Thank you Y/n! Bet! I´ll do that from now on!¨

¨C´mon, Y/n! C´mon, Kel!¨ Aubrey yelled standing in front of your classroom door with Basil.

¨Sorry guys, I´ll have to pass today.¨

¨Why?! You promised to go!¨ Aubrey yelled.

¨SOMEONE, got me in detention.¨ You sided-eyed Kel and gathered your stuff, shoving it in your bag.

Kel nervously laughed in response to your statement.

¨What?? Kel got you in detention? T-That sucks..¨ Basil stuttered. ¨D-Do you want me to wait for you?? I don´t mind waiting-¨

Your heart skipped a beat at Basil´s offer, but you felt bad making him wait for you, so you declined his offer. ¨No, I think I´ll be fine. It´s just a 15-minute detention away so-¨ You shrugged. ¨I´ll see you guys later, if not, I´ll see you guys tomorrow!¨

You parted from your friends walking to the detention room that was down the hall from your classroom. You just had to write your name down on the piece of paper and stay 15 minutes. It wasn´t as bad as you thought it would be, but you felt bad since you promised Aubrey that you would be hanging out with them at Sunny´s house since it´s been a few days since you guys hung out with all 6 of you guys together.

You sat down thinking about how you had these fluttery butterflies in your stomach whenever you thought about Basil. You were in denial about your feelings towards him. But, you´ve always told yourself that since you didn´t ruin your friendship with him. After those thoughts, you were scrolling on your phone, and as soon as your phone alarm went off you quickly grabbed your bag and left.

You were walking through the school hallway and corridor. As soon as you were at the front of the school, you loved how the scenery looked. The sun was about to set, and the cherry blossoms were floating and then it hit the ground.

You pulled out your phone and opened your camera app. You pointed your phone at the scenery and you hit the button. You were getting distracted and snapped multiple photos. Then suddenly, you heard a camera click and a flash went off.

You turned to the direction the flash came from and there was a Blonde haired boy, with a flower in his hair pointing his camera at you. You sighed in relief knowing that it was just Basil.

¨Basil! You scared me!¨ You whined.

¨Sorry¨ Basil nervously laughed. You began to run up to him and he snapped another polaroid of you. You noticed the gift bag in his hand but thought not much of it. You thought he received a gift from Mari so you didn´t suspect it.

¨Really?¨ You asked playfully giving him a pregnant stance.

¨I thought you looked pretty! It even came out pretty as well!¨ Basil giggled with a light blush on his face.

Your heart began to race when he called you pretty. ¨Lemme see!" You giggled going closer to him to show you the Polaroid. He moved the polaroid in your direction so that you were able to see it better.

¨I guess it looks good,¨ You said.

¨What do you mean ´you guess´ you look so pretty in this!¨ Basil encouraged you.

¨I don´t know what you see but, I´ll take your word for it-¨

¨Anyways- why are you here?¨ You asked him.

He laughed before answering, ¨I just wanted to wait for you.. I-I thought it would be nice to- walk you home.¨

¨Really? That´s sweet of you, you know- Kel agreed to walk me home! He was supposed to walk me home since he got me in detention!¨

You both began walking home, you two were giggling and laughing talking about the times you two used to walk alone.

¨H-Hey, Y/n¨

¨Yeah?¨

¨I-I have something to t-tell you¨ Basil said as he randomly stopped behind you.

You turned around to face him, ¨What is it?¨ You asked.

He looked at the gift bag he had in his hands and held a small bouquet of red lip roses for you to take them ¨I-I like you,¨ He said.

His ears were now red from his confession, he also had a light blush on his face.

¨Well,¨ You paused, you made eye contact with his blue eyes and you took the bouquet and the gift bag from his hands and wrapped your arms around his neck. ¨I do too,¨

¨Do you wanna be my boyfriend?¨ You asked him.

¨Y-Yes¨ He stuttered. You then let him go from the hug and pecked a kiss on his cheek.

You ran a few feet away from him in embarrassment from the little kiss you gave him and you left him standing there trying to process what happened.

You turned around to see your new boyfriend, stunned with pink cheeks and red ear tips. ¨Are you coming?! I thought you were going to walk me home!¨ You yelled at him.

He snapped out of his thoughts and quickly took another Polaroid of you, turned around, holding the bouquet he gave you. He ran to you giggling and he immediately held your hand as he was with you.

You two were now on the way home from school, being his girlfriend, him being your boyfriend, hands intertwined, and both giggling.

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AHHH I FINALLY FINISHED A DRAFT??? I have a sunny one-shot i´m still in the process of writing, but idk when i´ll be motivated to continue it LOL.

#omori basil #basil x reader #basil fanfic #omori game #omori kel #omori aubrey #omori fanfic #omori suny #omori hero #omori mari #omori #omori character #omori omori #omori sunny #sunny fanfic #omorigame

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