Just some random One-Shots from different fandoms. :3
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Filled with random One-Shots and short mini series.
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🆆🅰🆁🅽🅸🅽🅶: Male/Male, Yaoi|Gay, Elder!Thing!Reader, Male!Reader, Thing!Reader Is Non-Binary But Chooses A Male Form, Thing!Reader Hates That Young-ling Thing Is Trespassing(Planet), Crushing on Cooper (Small), Eventual Smut|LEMON, A Dash Of Plot, Cussing|Cursing|Swearing, Reader Speaks English & Norwegian, Badly Translated, Badly Written 🆃🅷🅴🅼🅴: Mystery Man 🅵🅰🅽🅳🅾🅼: The Thing 🅲🅷🅰🅿🆃🅴🆁: 1/2 Parts
[1]Macready didn't trust the man his group found at the 'Swede[2]' base, locked up in that room. Half dead, only the sole survivor they could find, of course, the team Macready came with. Took the opportunity to scoop that half-dead man up and the burnt up cadaver, back at the American base, U.S. Outpost 31, the survivor was patched up and given some food to boot.
You were that survivor.
Several people at this base swarmed around you, exploding and throwing so many questions at you that made your head spin... Minus that headache you had. Through the sea of people, you spotted the man with the lion mane leaning against a desk far away from you, your [EYE COLOR] eyes immediately shifting towards the sled dog. You both stared at one another knowingly before the dog went on its merry way, tail wagging and tongue hanging out as if panting.
"Alright, everyone. Back up! Give this man some air." The Doc-man said, pushing a few people back to allow more space.
"Takk skal du ha." You muttered under your breath, some people looked with bewildered faces and you just groggily pulled the blanket off and moving your really fucking hot cup of coffee to the side. Doc-Man, er no, Dr. Blair just nodded his head with an old man gruff and wrapped the blanket around you once more.
"I suggest not to take that off just yet. Don't want you to freeze and die on us now." You rolled your eyes like an all-knowing teen as the man pulled a wheelie stool towards himself to sit upon. It groans in protest as he got comfortable, Blair pressed his elbows on his thighs as he leaned forward. "Tell me," your eyes went from downcast to shooting up at the older man in a creepy looking way. "What happened at your outpost? And why were you locked in that room?" You went from slouched to back cracking straight, taking in a breath, you released it afterward. It was a little shaky, but your lips parted to speak.
"Fucking romvesener." The numbers of people in the room were now dwindling, those few not really understanding what you were saying. Copper looked up at you briefly from his spot at your side, attending to your amazing battle wound which is located from your shoulder down to your elbow.
"Y'up. I recognize that first word, would you kindly tell us again but in English?" Copper proceeds back to his work, this man was the first to find you and the one to make haste to patch you up. With a slow blink of your [EYE COLOR] eyes, you turned your head to the healer of the team, Dr. Copper, with a smug smirk.
"Cool nose ring, bro." The medical doctor shook his head with a smirk of his own,
"Boy, I know that's not what you said."
"And you be right." Your eyes briefly locked onto Macready's form before darting back to Blair, "Chaos. Everyone turning against one another." A brow rose upon the older man's face before you,
"Why?" Blair asked, Copper looked to the other man.
"Maybe is has to do something with that tub made of ice." The medic thought back when him and Macready were exclaiming the object, "Or it could be that thing we found. Go ahead Blair, take a look at it. It's just laying there on your table." A sharp pain shout through your arm, causing you to flinch a small bit. You weren't no baby bitch and certainly knew you were no submissive.
"No." Blair looked to you with confusion before putting his hands on his hips with a glare,
"Whatever it is, you're not going to stop me. It's part of my job here. You just sit there and let old Dr. Copper take care of you." With that said, the man left. You, yourself glared holes through the man's back. He was going to get himself a Heep of trouble, just like everyone who occupied your former base, you just watched as most of them were murdered. Looked over to Cooper as he was finishing your arm and shoulder up, this poor man was going to suffer because of their decision. You actually liked this man too... You seen it all before, experienced it all as well. Copper then rose up, satisfied with his work.
"Alright everything is all wrapped up and sown shut." The male patted your good shoulder as he stood, "I recommend you rest up and don't move to much or you'll be opening this so-called 'battle wounds' of yours." The male chuckled, when he found you all not long ago, trapped in that horrid room. He asked your half awake body 'How'd you get these?' Your response was to tell him that they were simply your magnificent battle scars. "Alright." He said as he made his way to the door, "I'll check up in a few. Now rest." With that he left with a flick of his hand as if he were waving bye, you smiled, you liked that man. Dramatically flopping down upon the gurney, you hissed in pain.
'Shit! Well fuck, already at a great start. I just did he told me not to do.' You thought to yourself as your bare fingers now held onto your bleeding side, you shrugged it off, it was going to heal by itself anyway.
Cliff Hanger....
[1]-Indents don't show (I can't figure it out)
[2]-At one point Mac referred to the Norwegians as Swedes. (If I remember correctly)
A/N: It's supposed to be Norwegian for: ***Takk skal du ha. (Thank you.) ***Fucking Romvesener. (Fucking Aliens.) *Image found on Google.
