Do you have any Ersatz x Nurse!Reader headcanons for the main 4, perhaps?
I feel like even though the soldiers can be revived with the Machine they still need to be checked out after and aside from that, there are still plenty of reasons to go to the Infirmary, so they're bound to get familliar with a nurse or two :3
A/N:Rubs hands together evilly...ehehe. Can be read as platonic or romantic.
Image credits go to @marshalllir
Warnings for:Injury, mentions of death, sickness, refrences to PTSD, nightmares.
MOPHEAD, MUNROE, CARRIE, & WARWICK X NURSE!READER HEADCANONS
MOPHEAD
Mophead frequents the nurse's office for many reasons in the beginning.
Check-ups after going through the Machine, injuries, all that.
You became their usual nurse while attending to them.
After a bit of getting their footing back, Mophead only really visited you for one thing.
Nightmares.
Visions of all kinds of horrible things plagued their sleep. Mountains of corpses they almost recognized, eyes on every wall that followed and laughed at them, noxious gas stealing their breath, even watching their own body fall apart as almost familiar screams rang through like a death knell.
"Please, I...I just want to have one night of normal sleep."
You're familiar with soldiers having nightmares related to the war, thankfully. You assure them you've heard worse.
You both try many things to keep the nightmares at bay.
Herbal teas, incense, a candle to keep the dark away, reading something pleasant before bed, deep breaths, etc.
Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.
"I'm sorry, I- I don't know what's wrong with me..."
You assure them that there's nothing wrong with them. This is normal.
You become a shining beacon of hope in this place of stress and fear for them, and they're eternally grateful for it.
"Thank you, for...thank you for listening to me."
Munroe
Oh, Munroe.
His habit of neglecting to wear his gas mask usually winds up with him ending up in your office.
"You've seen what it did to Warwick... I don't, I would rather not that happen to me."
You try to assure him that the chances of the lotus mask leeching onto his face are rare, but he's not having it.
"I'm telling you, those things are parasites."
They are, but you stay tight-lipped.
You frown as you listen to his lungs, hearing disturbing crackling and squelching noises that should not be happening.
While you do understand and appreciate his sense of self-preservation, you remind him that "necessary evils" have necessary in their name for a reason.
"I know, I know, I...*sigh*"
He's incredibly grateful for your help, though.
He might even wear his lotus mask regularly! One day, at least.
Carrie
Where do I even begin?
With how much Carrie throws himself into trouble, he's a regular in your office. You may as well hang up a picture of him with a plaque that reads "PATIENT OF THE MONTH"
"S' me again, got into a fight."
You're the only one allowed to touch his teeth.
While examining them for cavities or any fractures, you discovered he has a second row of teeth that are much smaller and well-organized.
They're still very sharp, though.
Unfortunately, it's practically canon he's a dirty boy, so you're going to have to deal with infections in his wounds very frequently.
Perhaps he didn't like looking at his body? It would explain why he may not shower often enough.
You don't say anything, but you feel the insecurity he tried to bury radiating off of him when you ask him to pull back his clothes so you can inspect things.
"Do I really have to- alright, alright, fineeee."
Carrie becomes a little more vulnerable with you over time.
Not completely, but he does drop his guard a little when he enters your office.
"...Sometimes I get- *sigh* I get hurt on purpose just to see you. Did I ever tell ya that?"
Warwick
You were the nurse that took care of him when his lotus mask started fusing to his face.
It was a very scary time for Warwick, one he does not like to remember.
He does remember you, though. He remembers how helpful you were to him.
Usually just comes in for mandatory check-ups.
"It's good to see you again, (Insert name). How's everything?"
Check-ups are full of chats and catching up. He does have more responsibility as a Corporeal, and he wishes he could see you more often.
If he comes in for being sick or injured, though, he's a little quieter.
Something in him feels stupid, ashamed even.
It also reminds him of when the mask leeched onto his face, that time of panic and immeasurable amounts of pain.
"Sorry, just- not too proud of this one."
You always understand, and for that he's grateful.
"It would be nice to keep seeing you if...when this is all over."
A/N:Giggling and kicking my feet at this. Sorry I've been a bit slow with requests, I've been quite busy with other things. I'm also trying out a new formatting style that hopefully doesn't break Tumblr like hell.
Crowley accidentally getting into an argument with an astrophysicist, proving all current scientific theories flawed, and providing a brand new theory with solid foundations.
It gets dubbed the devils theory, or in some places, the serpents science.
A/N:Mentions of nightmares, PTSD flashbacks, panic/anxiety attacks, and being wounded in battle. Can be read as platonic, but romantic was in mind for some of these! Might be ooc, sorry.(images credits go to @marshalllir )
With how distrustful Carrie is of other people, you're quite surprised that he is this close to you.
If you match his energy, you two are like partners in crime. If not, he'll mellow out a little bit around you, like you've knocked some humanity sense back into him
Playful teasing, punches, and nicknames are guaranteed. He will immediately stop if you ask him to, and won't do it again unless you say otherwise
Gains a better sense of self preservation. Can't really be by your side if he keeps on dying over and over again!
^ Openly denies this when you point it out. Openly denies many things like this.
"Dying hurts, believe it or not. I'm not doing this because of you. I'm not doing this because of anybody!"
You will have to deal with him saying things like that. Partially because he's still trying to keep you at a distance, partially because he wants to believe himself.
Makes a point to keep a hand on your back or shoulder at all times. Might also give you headpats if you're shorter than him.
Sneaks some of his rations to you.
^ If he's in a good mood (or scraped something extra off another soldier) he'll give you either the entire stale bread roll or a good portion of his meal. If he's feeling pissy (or he lost some of his rations in a bet) he'll still give you SOMETHING. It may be half of said bread roll, but it's better than nothing.
"You're practically skin an' bones underneath that uniform o' yours. Eat."
Keeps on sneaking off to join your group on the battlefield if you're not assigned together (He'll deal with the citations from Lieutenant Kelly later.)
WAY more worried about you than himself.
"Where's your bloody gas mask!?! Put it on, for hell's sake!" "Keep your head down! Are you fuckin' stupid!?! You want some dead bastard's face as a replacement!?!"
INSISTS on patching you up on the battlefield. Don't ask him why his hands are shaking.
"Piss off! I've got everything under control, thank you very much!"
Will let you use his bullets if you've run dry, and he may even just shove his rifle in your hand while he tries to fix yours.
Covers for you out on the field, and if you die he's searching for any sign of your corpse like a madman.
If he can't find it, he'll be dissecting bodies with an eye out for you.
Frequently practices shooting and hand-to-hand combat with you. Ignore how close he stands next to you when shooting rifles, or how he holds you when grappling. He defects any comments on it with calling you stupid.
"Talkin' an awful lotta shit for somebody who aims worse than a blind dog." "What's that? I couldn't hear that over your lack of structure! Improve your fighting stance!"
Randomly gives you things. Cigs, magazine scraps, dog tags from corpses, shiny things he thought you'd like.
"Lookit that, eh? Thought you'd enjoy something like this."
Will ask you to play cards with him. If you do, he'll gladly bet things with you. Don't mind how he won't let you gamble away your food, or how the things you lost might magically appear under your bed (<- 50/50 on that one, though. He enjoys his keepsakes.)
If you don't like playing cards or stuff like that, at least come with him and watch, he's been needing a lucky charm. And an excuse to show off.
"C'mon you, I need something in my favor tonight."
Besides the doctor, you're the only one allowed to touch his bandages or teeth. He might get a little shy if you openly adore his teeth.
"Weird one, ain'tcha? They're just teeth...not even pretty ones at that."
Will defend you at any opportunity. Other soldiers being rude to you? He's starting a fight. Getting berated by a higher up? Suddenly you're in the right.
Will try and get his schedule rearranged so he can do more in-base chores with you.
"You're the only sensible one here, believe it or not. So use that sense and stop asking me why I'm here. Didn'tcha miss me?"
If he REALLY likes you, he might try to convince you to carve some kind of reminder in your skin. A letter, a symbol, something for if you only shreds of you come back from the Machine. It's fine if you don't want to, he's already done it to himself.
He'll show you pictures and share stories from his life back home (If he remembers any.) He'll intently listen to your own stories and look at your photos with something you may be crazy enough to think is warmth.
"Ah, that's real sweet...almost jealous of ya."
Opens up about nightmares, often downplaying them. If you tell him about yours, he'll try and lighten the mood with some dry humor.
"Good thing it's not real then, eh? That would suck."
Any sort of panic attack or flashback is met with him squeezing you. It's one of the few times he lets himself be outwardly affectionate with you. Maybe if he crushes you hard enough everything bad will leak out of you and dry out on the floor.
He may not feel entirely human anymore, but you remind him of something soft and warm he almost forgot. Maybe he can care about somebody again. Maybe.
A/N:Let me know if you guys want more of this! Requests are open as of now :3 I'm soooo normal about him, trust.
You are so real for Carrie x Reader, I love the way you write him <3 I plan on writing some fics myself and saw your requests open!!!
Reader is fairly new to the war but learns quickly, braver when it comes to risks to avoid others dying so everyone thinks they're a badass when in reality, they're just terrified but try to keep it hidden behind their Lotus mask or straight up stay in their bunk. Carrie was originally kinda irked with how popular they were getting but begins to notice how scared they are.
Very much a 'Do it scared if you have to, but do it. You can cry later' mentality for reader (totally eldest sibling coded)
A/N:Sniles so sneetly...yes yes...
Warnings for:Injury, war stuff, reader goes through panic/anxiety attack(?)
Image credits go to @marshalllir
CARRIE X READER- You're not fooling me.
You're starting to piss him off.
Carrie watches you with a scowl as you begin to stick your head out of the trench like an idiot to throw a grenade.
"For the angle," you told him. Probably.
You, who was shaking like a foal in the winter at the thought of killing another person at the start of your stay in the Southern Front, you who stood behind everyone else like a coward, now risking your neck time and time again.
And it somehow worked. And you somehow were praised for it.
You had to be bullshitting your way through this, he figured. But he could never prove it.
Carrie stares at you for another moment, then drops his gaze down to the gunshot wound etched into his forearm, noting sourly how filthy the gauze stuffed inside the bloody hole is looking.
He looks up again after what feels like a satisfactory amount of time. It's his tactical, foolproof way of staring at you without looking interested (Foolproof to everyone except Warwick, apparently.) He's curious to see what "bright ideas" you're going to pull this time.
The curiosity doesn't last long, though. The grenade goes off with an achingly loud 'POP!" as you duck back down, expression unreadable under that gas mask you always insisted on wearing all the time.
Carrie huffs, shifting on the ground "What's the word then, bright eyes?"
You scoff, ignoring how your irritation is making him grin "Two bastards by the east side, looks like they're setting up some heavy machinery now that I've ticked 'em off."
"Course you did, dipshit. What now? Suppose you don't have any other amazing plans?" Carrie spits, standing up and ignoring the burn in his forearm.
You roll your eyes underneath the mask and point a finger at him "You're one to talk! You're a reckless, impulsive assho-"
The world shudders with the impact of several artillery shells thundering into the ground. Black, acrid smoke and ash pollute the air as you and Carrie are thrashed down into the filthy ground below.
You gasp, trying to keep your breath steady as you wipe the soot and dirt off your goggles. Never mind that your hands are shaking. Or that they're covered in grime.
You and Carrie need to move. Now.
"Carrie!?!"
No answer, not even a wheeze.
"CARRIE!"
A hand roughly grabs your shoulder, causing you to jerk away and try and draw your knife.
"We're going to die. We're going to die, we're going into that machine and-"
"RELAX! ITS JUST ME! GET US OUT OF HERE, WILL YA!?!" Carrie's shouts over the noise stop your panicked thoughts, you watch as he covers his ears. The gauze has dislodged from his wound, and crimson leaks out his arm.
You feel yourself mentally slipping, before a moment of clarity overtakes you.
You can cry later. Just do it now.
You squeeze Carrie's good arm before stumbling to where you see the glint of a rifle. You feel adrenaline shoot through your system. The animal part of your terror muddled brain says to run, to flee.
Wrenching the rifle out of the ground, you glance over at it's condition before positioning yourself.
Can't see, the rifle's probably damaged. Suboptimal is putting it mildly.
It's now or never, though.
Aiming through the smoke, you feel your muscles pull themselves taut from sheer terror. It's somehow the perfect thing to get you to focus.
Even more perfect though, is the fact that the two enemy soldiers seemed to be standing perfectly still, as if they were watching to see that they had hit you both.
"Idiots." You think, gritting your teeth with a strained satisfaction as you line up the first shot.
Not only was this the second time this month artillery had knocked him down on the field, not only was this the second time this month his own damn skin had to be saved by someone else, but you had somehow had everything work in your favor. Again.
Carrie feels like he's going to explode, maybe rip off this stupid arm that the stupid (she wasn't really, he was just upset and irrational-) nurse disinfected bandaged up so nicely like he was a child and punch you in your stupid lotus-masked face with it.
Right now, he needs to find you. And punch you in the face. Perhaps with his arm still intact, with how much it burns still.
You shut yourself in your bunk, tearing off the lotus mask with little care and haphazardly throwing it in its case.
You can deal with it later.
For now though, there's bigger problems at hand. You feel like you're breathing in melted metal, hot and thick in the worst way. You choke on the air around you, despite it being completely clean as you slump into your bed.
Your hands are wracked with fear-induced tremors, fingers rapidly twitching. It's a wonder you shot those two fuckers so cleanly.
Everything feels so far away, the noises of the base fading into static as your vision is overtaken by black spots.
You're going to drown. You're going to die. You're going to bled, you're going to-
The door opens with an unceremonious SLAM!
"You've got an awful lot of explaining to do, you fuckin'-" Carrie stops.
Carrie stares at you, his single exposed eye going wide.
You're scared. And you've shut yourself in your bunker to cry about it.
He almost can't believe it. And he thought you had just been knocked in the head too many times.
Carrie sighs, closing the door behind him and sitting down at the foot of your bed, watching you with his head tilted. Like a dog.
Thankfully, him bursting in has seemed to have given you a reset. But still, he feels like he should talk to you.
"...You breathing right, bright eyes?"
You swallow nervously, slowly sitting up and wiping the tear stains off your face "Mh....yeah."
"That's good." Carrie nods, closing his eye and sitting back, letting his head brush up against the bunk.
You stare at him for a moment. And then a minute.
Carrie cracks open his eye and stares back at you "What? I'm not gonna make fun of you for being scared."
"You're not?" The question tumbles out of your mouth before you can think of a more guarded response.
He wheezes out a laugh, shoulders shaking "You're an animal, bright eyes. We all are. You're going to do stupid animal things."
You smile a little at his words "Like shooting two guys cleanly while all hell rains down?"
Carrie clicks his tongue "I s'pose I should give ya credit when it's due. What say we go down to the mess and get you some coffee, huh? You look like you haven't slept in weeks."
You nod "Mhm. Can I have a hug first?"
"...'scuse me?"
You blink, realizing your mistake "Ah no, I was joking- must've slipped out, I'm sor-"
The rest of your words get cut off as Carrie hauls you against, him, resting his head on top of yours.
"Feel better now, you big baby?"
"...Yeah," You smush your face into the junction between his neck and shoulder "Much better."
A/N:*Covered in blood* ouargh. I'm so. Normal about him 👍 anyway send more requests if you wanna, I'm on a roll.
If you don't mind, could I request one with Carrie, in which Reader is lowkey fascinated by his chompers? (may or may not because if he were to REALLY go at someone with those, they'd be a goner. This latter part isn't necessary or anything, the thought is just really amusing to me.)
A/N: CHEERING! THIS IS WHAT I WANNA SEE! I'm gonna do headcanons simply because I've been writing stories a lot, hope that's okay ^^
Can be read as platonic or romantic! Image credits go to @marshalllir
EDIT:The formatting is being weird, please bear with me!
CARRIE X READER HEADCANONS- Them chompers
The first time Carrie catches you staring at his teeth, he doesn't particularly care.
He's had plenty of soldiers stare at his teeth before, and who could blame them? They were quite literally impossible to miss.
After a while though, it starts to confuse him.
You're definitely not afraid, more fascinated if anything. By what, though, he can't say. You haven't looked at anybody else's face this intently.
"Y'know, staring at other people is quite rude."
Starts snapping his teeth more when he's talking to you or talking nearby you, as if to scare you away.
Spoiler alert:It doesn't work.
One day he gets fed up and interrogates you about it.
"Care to explain yourself!?! You're ogling my teeth like a weirdo and frankly, it's real fuckin' unsettling!"
After you explain that you're simply just fascinated by Carrie's teeth, it calms him down a little.
Also makes him a bit anxious. Is this just some elaborate way of making fun of him? Are you just a freak?
At some point, you manage to convince him to let you touch his teeth.
You start running your fingers along the more pronounced tusk-like ones, gently pressing into the sharp points.
Sometimes you move his jaw to watch his mouth open and close. As long as you don't make any "am nam nam nam" sounds while doing it, he'll let you do it until his jaw hurts.
If you offer to clean bits out of his teeth or help with brushing (especially after he bites somebody for pissing him off-) he'll be eternally grateful.
Will not stop reminding you on how dangerous his teeth are and how strong his bite force supposedly is.
"I could rip yer fingers clean off, ya know that?" "I'm tellin' you, one swift chomp to your throat and you'd be in the Machine for weeks."
He will NOT let you play with his teeth or clean them in front of other soldiers, though. It not only feels way too personal and vulnerable to just do in public, he's been getting a lot of side eyes from those who can still give him them.
He'll never admit it, but you make him feel better about how he looks. Sure, he's scary, but if you're fascinated by his maw of all things, then it can't be that bad. Or you're just crazy.
A/N:Guys I love teeth so much. Like as a concept and stuff. Mouth bones? Hell yeah.
I read your headcanons on Carrie’s chompers and really liked it! May I ask for a fic or headcanons on a Carrie x reader where the reader likes to bite >:3
A/N:*Runs into a wall* GUH YESSSS I CAN!!! Another creator has already done something like this, so I'm gonna try and not copy them. Can be read as platonic or romantic!
Warnings:Blood, nonsexual masochistic tendencies from Carrie,bthe reader is described to chew on themselves, but there's only one instance of them breaking skin.
CARRIE X READER HEADCANONS - Just a little BIT of mine
You didn't exactly know when it started, but you soon developed a habit of biting/chewing on things.
Maybe it was the feeling of something between your teeth that brought you comfort, maybe it was the fact you could exert pressure on whatever you were gnawing on.
If you can't find anything to bite on, you start clacking your teeth/grinding your jaw. Which is not very fun, let's be fair.
On the bright side, nobody steals your stuff because nearly all your belongings have bite marks, sometimes dried spit, and occasionally an entire chunk ripped out. It's also easy to tell whos things are whos.
Carrie noticed this, but he didn't particularly care. Everybody had their vices, and it was certainly healthier than...oh, I don't know, constantly getting hurt and/or dying?
Will joke around a bit, but he keeps it fairly light.
"You starvin' or something? I promise the food isn't that good." He says when he sees you biting down on your spoon.
"Did you seriously take a chunk outta that? Did it...did it actually taste good? I'm curious now." He muses when you have to get your helmet strap replaced from chewing at it one too many times.
It's only when you start biting yourself that it starts to bother him.
At first it started with you chewing on your cuticles
Then it quickly progresses to biting down on your palms, nibbling at your fingers, hell you had even started biting your own arm.
Carrie tried to keep his concern to himself, but after seeing you leave the nurse's office with a bandaged hand that he put his foot down.
How did he put his foot down, you may ask?
By offering to become your chew toy.
"Can't have you getting an infection now, can we? C'mon, I probably won't even feel it."
After you initially refuse for the sake of not hurting Carrie, he doubles down by egging you on.
"Aren't you sick of having to get your stuff replaced? I promise I won't even cry about it."
There was one day that particularly left you in an upset mood, and Carrie practically begging for you to bite him wasn't helping with your temper.
So, you did.
Carrie's eyes go wide as you grab him and bite down on his shoulder, nearly hitting the important veins in his neck.
The taste of warm, metallic, and slightly salty liquid drips into your mouth. There's a bit of a sweet and sour aftertaste as well.
You stare in horror for a moment at the dark blood that blooms out of the bite wound like a flower that grew off of pain.
You start to apologize, only to get cut off by Carrie's loud cackling.
"HAHA! Fuckin' hell! No wonder you had to get the doctor to patch ya up! Are you sharpening those chompers or somethin'?"
He turns down all of your profuse apologies, but he will give into you begging for him to visit the nurse afterwards.
Let's say she was not very pleased to see the new development of your already concerning habit smiling like an idiot while bleeding out in front of her.
Now there's two ways this could go from now on:
If you're a contam (that's what the soldiers who have been warped by the Machine are called) and your teeth are bigger/more plentiful, Carrie will be a little scared of them.
He'll still beg you to bite him as hard as you did the first time, though.
You won't, but he still enjoys the feeling of you unexpectedly biting down on him. Whether it be arm, hand, the junction between his neck and shoulder, anywhere, he's perfectly content with being your chew toy. (Freak)
If you're not a contam, he'll be even more excited. Who knew such small, normal-looking teeth could pack such a punch?
"You're full of secrets, yeah?" Carrie chuckles as he uses one hand to open your mouth, the other tilting your head back (or forward if you're taller than him) so he can examine your teeth "Devious little fuckers you've got 'ere, nearly sent me to the Machine."
Will ask you to bite him again if he doesn't feel like you did it hard enough the first time, regardless of whether or not you're a contam.
Stares at your teeth more often now, whether it be chewing or talking. He'll especially be fascinated if you're a contam and they're on full display for him to stare at.
It's all worth it though, when Carrie sees the self inflicted bite marks on your body fading
Your personal possessions are also spared from further mistreatment as an added bonus.
A/N:I loved this prompt so much! Nothing much else I would like to note here. I'm very proud of this. Image credits go to @marshalllir
i'd like to request the same thing for mophead. a possessive!mophead x gn!reader, i feel like they would be desperate for someone's love and affection....
A/N:Hi everyone. I'm not dead or ignoring you guys, I promise, everything has just been a lot. Hopefully I don't get killed with hammers.
Warnings for: Implied stalking, Mophead threatens death upon somebody for you, stuff like that.
POSSESSIVE!MOPHEAD X GN!READER HEADCANONS.
You're not sure how it ended up like this.
You had taken pity on Mophead. They were so scared, so confused, completely left to fend for themselves. You took it upon yourself to help them out as much as possible.
Answering their many questions, partnering up with them at every opportunity, the works.
They became used to your affection, your guidance.
Soon, Mophead started to become attached to you. You were all that they knew, and they intended to keep it that way.
You, their only light in this darkness. You, who seemed so untouched by cruelty despite how easy it would be to brush them away like everyone else.
Mophead intends to preserve your kindness, your bottomless heart.
They stick to your side. Chores? They're alongside you. Out on the field? Best believe they'll be closer than a step behind.
If they can't be near you, they'll watch you.
You can feel Mophead's pale eyes burn holes into your very flesh when they do this.
Very defensive over you. Every soldier who talks to you is met with icy cold responses from them designed to make sure said soldier goes away.
"You're getting much too close to them. You best back off." "Is there something you need from them? This is awfully friendly of somebody like you." "I'm sorry, but I think me and (Insert name) need to be somewhere else right now."
If you get wounded, they will immediately pull back to help heal you. Afterwards, Mophead will guard over you at every opportunity until you're fully healed.
"You're hurt...and I don't want you getting any worse."
If you die and get sent to the Machine, they will visit the giant metal structure until they find you.
You know how some people buy things just because they don't like the thought of leaving an object behind or unattended? Think of Mophead trying to keep you from being "lost" in that sense.
A/N:It's nearly midnight...I'm so tired. Hopefully this wasn't too awful, I'm quite off my game it seems. Love you all, bye.
LIEUTENANT KELLY X READER HEADCANONS (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC)
You don't know how or why she took such a peculiar liking to you, all you know is that one day you and Kelly had a bond not many could find or keep in the Southern Front
Her tone softens around you, just enough for you to notice but not enough for others to point out.
While Kelly is a lieutenant of sixty, she is not any more powerful than that. She reminds you of this occasionally, to keep you from trying to win over any favors.
She'll still arrange for you to mostly get chores that you tolerate, or even enjoy.
Also, Kelly will stop other soldiers from bothering you. She's almost constantly standing near you or having you follow her, and she stands watch over your bunk and belongings like a hawk.
Will openly deny this if you mention it.
"Dunno what you're talking about. Get back to work....please."
She has an image to maintain, one of unrelenting strength and authority.
To be honest, she's not too sure what to do with you. You remind her of something entirely and wholly human that she tried to bury a while back.
"You, er...Just come with me. Please" "You're joining me, if you...would like to."
More polite and careful with her words when talking to you. Kelly's assertive tone used for ordering people around often bleeds into her usual way of speaking, and she'd hate to scare you off.
Rests her head on you like how dogs do.
If you're shorter than her, she'll come up from behind and wrap her arms around you while laying her head either on top of yours on or on your shoulder.
If you're (somehow?) taller, she'll simply lean her head against your body.
When it comes to training, Kelly specifically partners up with you. You're not dying out there or the field, not on her watch.
"No- stay behind me...please. You're not risking your neck for this."
If you're wounded, she'll order the rest soldiers with your group to cover you both as she tries to nurse you back to health. Or at least enough to keep you alive.
Oh, and you're not allowed to go back into the fray. She will make sure so.
Kelly presses a hand to your chest— gently, much more gentle than you would think for somebody like her, "Stay down, solider. You're not getting sent to the Machine today."
Often very blunt with you, but she will also be unnecessarily apologetic about the things she says at the same time. Said apologies are done in private, of course.
To be honest, she's not used to it. Friends, love, being soft...she's terribly lonely, deep down.
Therefore, she often second guesses everything.
You become her favorite and probably only vice. While other soliders smoke, drink, gamble, and rush into battle with little to no regard for their health, being with you is how Kelly chooses to indulge.
Please be patient with her. She has so many walls up, and it's been so long since anyone has seen her without them.
If you call her pretty, beautiful, or any of that, she'll get really bashful.
"I wouldn't...you're just buttering me up." "You really think so?"
She struggles with a lot of things. Being a contam, and also being a woman and her feelings towards womanhood (transfem Kelly when???) especially in such a stereotypically masculine role, and no longer looking human.
If you remind her of these things, remind her of her humanity and her womanhood, the softness and kindness deep within herself, she will be eternally grateful.
If you die, Kelly feels as though a part of her dies too. She'll guard your corpse like a dog until it's time to go back, and if she can't reach it she's scouring the fields for any part of you.
She'll stand by the Machine, waiting for you...or if only parts of you come back.
If she dies, she immediately comes to you.
Starts using you as an example to other soliders. She's trained you well, and she's making sure everyone knows.
"Come on, now! Straighten that form! (Insert name)'s got it all figured out, and I expect the same for you!" "You'll be partnered up with (Insert name) today, seeing as how you need the help."
All in all, she's trying her best to juggle being vulnerable with you and keeping an air of professionalism about.
A/N:Trying to get back into the swing of it all. Who knew that a cold, almost failing your classes, switching medications, and your family getting sick during a giant snowstorm that's kept you inside for 4 days would've stopped one from writing? I digress. Gahhh I love Kelly so much, although I fear I didn't do her justice. Oh well.
