can i ask for a ...medkit shotgunning
get creative do anything you want
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if this is oddly specific its bc I kinda wrote this in the perspective of my oc
edit: ok so I wrote this when I was like half asleep and noticed there were one million mistakes like when ! wrote the wrong pronouns or name so I think I fixed most of that, like its meant to be x reader but I mixed up the perspective a little
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Medkit puts the cigarette to his lips and lights it, watching the faint glow of his lit cigarette illuminate his surroundings. He closes his eyes as he slowly exhales the smoke, feeling the day's exhaustion slowly lift off his shoulders as he exhales. Medkit repeats this process methodically, allowing his permanent frustrations to be forgotten temporarily.
The sound of footsteps break Medkit's brief sense of peace and his eyes immediately fly open as he hovers his hand near his gun holster. However, when he looks up, he did not see a hostile stranger or some drunk inphernal, but something possibly worse.
He lowers his hand away from the holster as you slipped into the space beside him, crossing your legs. He doesnt say anything as you sit beside him. He brings the cigarette to his lips, inhaling the smoke and exhaling deeply.
"What are you doing here?", he says, barely acknowledging your presence.
"Care to share one of those?", you say, pointing to the cigarette he held in his hands.
"Don't have any left.Sorry.", he says this as he took another drag.
You shrug as he exhales again, directing your attention to the night sky. You look up at the tiny stars in the dark sea above you, silently longing for a drag of that cigarette.
Medkit gently takes hold of your chin the moment you look over at him, wincing as his cold hands touch your warm skin. He brings your face close to his as he takes another long drag of his cigarette. You stare in confusion until he taps his thumb on your lower lip, telling you to open your mouth. You oblige, allowing him to breathe out, pushing out the smoke into your own parted lips. Medkit felt a shiver run down his spine as he exhaled the smoke, his lips brushing ever so slightly against yours. It was a fleeting moment, but the sensation lingered. He pulled back, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
Medkit shook his head slightly, trying to clear those thoughts. This was you, after all. Not just any inphernal. Someone he'd fought alongside, someone who'd saved his life more than once. And yet, here he was, indulging in this strange intimacy.
"Careful, Medkit." your voice was a low murmur, a hint of amusement in your tone. "Keep this up, and people might start getting the wrong idea about us."
Medkit scoffed, taking another drag from the cigarette. "Oh, I think they already have," he retorted, his voice slightly rougher than before.
They weren't... anything. Were they?
Medkit's brow furrowed as he stared at the glowing ember of his cigarette, now a little more than a tiny flame dancing on the end. He could feel their gaze on him, heavy and expectant.
What did they want him to say?
"Look, (name)," Medkit began, his voice a low rumble in the quiet of the night. "You know this thing between us... it's complicated." He paused, considering his next words carefully. "We're not anything. We can't be, not ever."
He took a final drag, then ground the butt of the cigaretteonto the armrest of the bench, watching as the small ember of the cigarette die out.
"I can't... I won't let anyone else get close to me. Not again." Medkit shudders, the memories still fresh in his mind.
Medkit's jaw clenches. He couldn't let himself fall for them, could he? He'd already lost too much, given up too much of himself in the past. He couldn't afford to lose anything else.
As Medkit talks, you slowly take your hair into your hands, combing it with your fingers.
"You always say such depressing things, doc."
Medkit felt his shoulders tense as he heard your flat, almost mocking tone. He knew all too well that this was your way of teasing him. This damn inphernal always seemed to find some twisted amusement in his misery.
They were impossible sometimes.
"You think this is funny, (name)?" Medkit snapped, his patience wearing thin. "Pardon me if I don't find your brand of humor particularly enjoyable after the night I've had."
Medkit restlessly taps his shoes on the ground, trying to distract himself. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, the night breeze ruffles his hair, but he barely notices.
"And don't call me 'doc'." He added with a scowl. "You know how much I despise that nickname."
You continue playing around with your hair, watching as Medkit grumbles on.
"You're a real piece of work, you know that?" Medkit muttered, more to himself than to them.
He shook his head, trying to make sense of the tangled web of their relationship. It was hard to figure out what they were. Friends? Confidantes?
Maybe something more, if he would just let himself admit to those traitorous feelings simmering in his heart.
You cock your head while looking at him, still messing around with your hair.
You would always find a way to get under his skin.
Medkit paused, his brow furrowing as he considered your question. Why was he being so harsh, indeed?
He sighed, the breath leaving him in a rush as he tried to gather his thoughts. "Because, (name)..." Medkit began, his voice slightly softer than before. "because I can't... because I won't let this thing between us become something more. Because if I do..."
He trailed off, his hand tightening on the bench's armrest. "Because I'm afraid of losing you. Not just in a phight, but... but for real. Like I lost everything else in my life."
"We don't even participate in phights."
You curl a strand of hair around your finger. "Then why not just try? Just because you couldn't get close to someone then doesn't mean you cant now, thats being really rigid, even for you. You always talk about your past, why not do something about your present?"
Medkit felt a sharp pang in his chest at your blunt words, as if you'd struck a nerve. Being rigid, even for him?
He clenched his jaw, his grip tightening on the bench's armrest. "Listen," he began, his voice low and intense. "Not everything is as simple or easy as you make it sound." He took a deep breath, his gaze locked with yours."I've built walls around my heart for a reason. And tearing them down... it won't be as easy as you think."
Medkit looked away then, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon as the first light of dawn began to creep over the edge of the sky. "Why can't you just accept that this... whatever this is between us... it's enough? Why do you need more?"
You still mess around with your hair, now braiding it.
"Im not saying I want more, medkit. It just frustrates me on how your actions are so in the box."
Medkit felt a flicker of irritation at your emotionless observation. So blunt, so matter-of-fact, even now...
"Being 'in the box', as you put it, has kept me alive this long," he retorted, his voice tight in his throat.
"And I won't apologize for being cautious. Not after everything I've been through." Medkit's voice took on a harder edge, his patience wearing thin. "Maybe you can afford to be so... flexible. But I can't. Not when it comes to something like this.".The first light of dawn was beginning to paint the sky in hues of orange and pink, but Medkit barely noticed, lost in his own troubled thoughts.
"Just... don't expect me to change who I am, (name). Not for you. Not for anyone."
An uncomfortable silence stretches between the both of you. Not sound emerged except for the rustling of your clothes as you moved while braiding your hair.
After braiding a section of your hair, you would let go of it, letting it fall and straighten, then repeating the cycle again.
He watches as you braid again, even though she could have just left the original braid on.
Maybe he could learn from that.
Medkit's gaze remained fixed on you as you continued your methodical braiding, his brow furrowed in thought.
Why did they insist on changing something that was already complete?
Were they trying to tell him something, without actually saying the words?
The notion gave him pause. Medkit had always prided himself on his logical mind, his ability to analyze situations and come to reasoned conclusions. But lately, your actions and words seemed to constantly catch him off guard, challenging his long-held beliefs.
Was it possible that, in his stubborn adherence to the past, he had become too rigid? Too set in his ways to see the value in adaptability and change?
Medkit shook his head, trying to dispel such thoughts. He couldn't afford to lose sight of his priorities, his goals. He had come too far, sacrificed too much, to throw it all away now.
As he watched you continue to braid and unbraid your hair, he felt a strange sense of unease. A feeling that, perhaps, there was a lesson to be learned in your seemingly pointless actions.
A lesson about letting go of the past, about embracing change. About taking a chance on something new.
Maybe, just maybe, it was time to start thinking outside the box. To start seeing the value in the unexpected?
Medkit's gaze remained fixated on your hands as you continued to dutifully separate sections of your hair, weaving them together in braids that would inevitably be undone.
Were they both just destined to keep reinventing themselves?
The thought lingered heavily on his mind, even as the first rays of sunlight began to peek out over the horizon. He knew he needed to address the elephant in the room.
"Hey..." Medkit began, his voice unusually hesitant. "Tell me something. Why do you insist on braiding and unbraiding your hair like that? It's... it's not something I've seen you do before."
Medkit watched as you paused for a moment, considering his question. You seemed to think about it for a long moment before speaking.
"Habit, mostly." Your voice was flat, unemotional. "Something to keep my hands occupied when I'm thinking. Or when I'm... restless." You shrugged, as if to say it was nothing important.
Medkit nodded slowly, absorbing this. "And are you feeling restless now?" he asked, his voice gentler than before. He could sense the tension between you two, the unspoken things hanging in the air. "Tell me, why are you really here? And don't say it's just to 'talk'. I know there's more to it than that. There's always more with you."
Your fingers stilled in your hair, the half-finished braid dangling loosely. You looked up at Medkit, your eyes meeting his gaze with a sharp, assessing look.
"You really want to know why I'm here, Medkit?" you asked, your voice still devoid of much emotion. "Fine. I'm here because I don't like seeing you like this. Not after everything we've been through together." You set your jaw, your grip tightening on the strands of hair you held. "You act like you're the only one who's lost something. The only one who's had to make sacrifices. Well, I've lost things too. People. Places. Pieces of myself that I can never get back."
Your gaze bore into Medkit's, your eyes flashing with a rare intensity. "But I didn't let it break me. I adapted. I changed. I became someone new, i sctually did somethingabout it. Because that's what we have to do to survive in this world, Medkit. We have to keep moving forward, no matter how much it hurts."
You finally released the braid, watching as it unraveled and fell back into loose waves. "So don't give me this 'rigid' nonsense. Don't pretend like you're the only one with a right to be stubborn. We're both damned demons, Medkit. We're both broken in our own ways. The only difference is, I'm not afraid to admit it. And I'm not afraid to try to be something more."
Medkit felt a surge of emotion rising in his chest. You were right, of course you were. They were both damaged in their own ways, both carrying the weight of their pasts on their shoulders. The difference was, you had found a way to adapt, to grow, to be someone better. Medkit had been so focused with protecting himself, building up walls around his heart that he never learnt how to actually help himself. The harsh reality came crumbling down with your words.
He reached out, gently tugging a stray lock of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. "I forgot that sometimes, the only way to heal is to take a chance. To open yourself up to the possibility of love, even if it means risking more heartache."
Medkit's gaze softened, his eyes searching your's for any hint of deception. "So tell me. What do you propose we do about this? About this...thing between us?"
"Propose?" you ask, brow arching slightly. "I'm not proposing anything, Medkit. I'm just telling you what I think. You're the one who's been stuck in the past, not me." You leaned back slightly, putting a little more distance between them. "But if you're asking if I want to try this thing between us, really try it..." you paused, considering your next words carefully. "Then yes. Yes, I do."
"I want to see if we can make this work," you said softly, reaching out to take Medkit's hand in your own. "Not just as partners in phights, but in life."
Medkit smirks. "We don't even participate in phights."
"You know what I mean," you murmured.
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medkit plush helped me write this ty man!
