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Aleksandra paced, maybe this pregnancy test was faulty. Last time she had sex was two months ago, yeah Jamison was infertile no way. That’s why they didn’t use protection, right??? She relaxed and laughed the whole thing off and was about to relax in her chair then she didn’t feel too good, she had to rush to the bathroom to vomit.

She sighed afterwards, she had to face the facts. She was going to be a mother, was she going to be a good mother? A better question, Would Jamison be a good father? For once she had fear, she feared Jamison would reject the pregnancy and the child. If he did, after he received a beating she wouldn’t know what she would do.

She took in a deep breath and decided she had to confront him, she put on her coat and sent him a text while she head out to his current residence.

[TEXT IMAGE]

[TEXT]: You are apparently fertile.

[TEXT]: We have talking to do. I am on my way.

@badtothebomb

#ooh here she comes #m!a pregnant 1 month #starter #ic #badtothebomb #the text image is just a positive pregnancy text #did it for the aesthetic you dont have to click

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you fibbin ya know oim hot

“Then let me get some water to cool you down.”

#badtothebomb #𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃𝓈 (IC)#(he says because he's trying not to stare)

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She’d been in worse holding cells in worse towns, but this wasn’t a particularly good one either. Apparently they had a thing about vagrancy - she was just looking for food, at night, in the dumpster.

The far stranger sight was in the next cell over. Mallory blinked, and again, adjusting the skirt she’d managed to find. “Um....sir? Your....hair is on fire.”

#Softspoken : {IC}#badtothebomb #//if this doesn't work then ignore it it was on the fly #Get Me Out Of Here : {Main Verse}

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Both Junkrat and Roadhog greatly discomforted her. She’d seen the news reports about them and how much chaos and destruction they could cause. It wasn’t just them either. All of the Junkers were capable of terrible things. It was just their way of life. Angela had always wondered why no one had stepped in to help them yet, or offer them some source of kindness, but over time she began to understand that wasn’t what they wanted. Their ‘Queen’ encouraged their messy way of life, the cruelty and anarchy.

Still, whether they liked it or not, she was going to step in and help. It was how she’d been raised (( even if it had been herself who’d taught these beliefs to her. )) She’d expected to run into grateful people, perhaps trapped citizens hoping to get out of their situation. She’d at least expected to find someone who wanted some form of medical care-- instead she found the aforementioned notorious Junkrat.

He could probably feel her eyes on him, she was practically staring him down-- but he frighted her and she couldn’t help it.

#badtothebomb #✩— (( verse; i will watch over you ))

@badtothebomb | continued from: x

He barely registers the feel of wrapped knuckles burying into the features of the mortal, his pursuit derailed for petty reasons rather than any that had the fugitive’s safety in mind. The combination of a foul mood and easy targets had empowered the Odinson’s punch, clenched hand pulled back in front of his chest as he turns to the other blond.

Taken aback by the endorsement of violence, the fallen thunderer’s fingers flex, then tighten as an arm once again extends forward, snap-like. Of the three hunters, the middle one goes down, nose trailing blood as he keels over from the strike. This act sets the other two upon the Odinson, who moves to position himself in front of the stranger. Steel glinting in the searing heat, he picks a random direction and parries, sweeping a leg beneath one of the attackers to floor him beneath his boot.

As for the other assailant, he lets their weapon carve at his hide, a glancing blow to the asgardian prince that would’ve spelt harm for a mortal man. Jaw locking together, he grunts something unpleasant whilst stretching an open palm towards the knifewielder’s head, grabbing it as he then pivots and throws, launching the enemy several feet to land with a crunch against the arid terrain.

With the attackers dealt with, the fallen god makes a show of dusting off his hands, then deigns to check on his temporary charge. Large in build for one with the appearance of a human, he has no trouble in making eye contact with the rescued, who stood straight as a board at the booming of his voice.

“You have nothing to fear. They will not bother you again.”

#badtothebomb #v;see the world as it could be [ow]#gotta get in the fact that jamie's tall af :')

taking that shower starter e w e @badtothebomb

He can’t handle half the alcohol he used to slam when he was younger, mostly due to his bodily changes, but sometimes cyborg ninja dudes need to drown their woes in liquor he may have found his brother’s sake stash, but he’ll worry about that part later.

It takes him nearly ten times as longer to walk down the corridor than usual, Genji unable to keep a straight path as he flirts with either wall every few feet, hands alternating against which ever surface to keep him stable. It’s when one wall gives way when he touches it, being double doors he accidentally triggers in actuality and he collapses into the restroom in a tangle of robotic limbs.

Drunken whine leaving him, he rolls onto his side, sniveling quietly before a loud, obnoxious bellow startles him practically sober, sharp eyes wide alert. He knows that dreadful Australian accent, it’s loud and drunk Genji wants to fight it.

Steam fogs his neon green visor, rendering it hard to see but it doesn’t occur to him to wipe it nor open it as he staggers closer to the bathtub. He nears the curtain, shoving his head into the back opening only to grimace at...he’s not even sure what he’s looking at aside from a man drowning while standing.

Genji’s doesn’t know what happens after that, either Junkrat had flailed and knocked into his head, or if the curtain Genji holds like a shy child hanging on the sleeve of a mother is yanked, but regardless, Genji’s steel footing is lost under him as he slips, crashing yet again: inside the tub.

#badtothebomb #bet genji didnt expect to die a third time

|| @badtothebomb cont. [ x ] ||

“I am Groot.”

This strange looking man with a nose way too big and hair standing up in all directions is right about one thing. Groot is indeed lost, and he has no idea where he is or where the rest of the Guardians are. Not moving even a little bit, the sapling still stands in the same spot and tilts his head.

Still, he didn’t like the way this strange dude was looking at him, even looking down at him as if he was some sort of abomination. Rude!

“I AM GROOT!” Mouth corners pulled down into a frown, squinting, in an attempt to look angry and scary, Groot runs towards the Junker and starts furiously kicking him in his leg.

#[I am groot: ic]#badtothebomb #// you looked at him funny #// now there you have it xD #overwatch crossover