ROBLOX evade oneshots that I keep from Munci

Aching Wounds (Rebel)

(in cousin Kyle voice) IMMMM BAAAACCCKKKKKK 

Anywayss hiii hello!! I have brought food to the table, it gets a little bloody though and a bit gory but enjoy <3

Aallsssooo noo waaayyy!! I'm actually gonna make Rebel talk this time no way!!

Requested by harlandrouge !!

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 You stumbled back into base with a limp as blood lightly dripped from your leg to make a trail. Today's round wasn't the best for you, as you were the impostor of the special round. You thought things would go smoothly. You were taking survivors down easily until you managed to slip yourself into a landmine, or, what would've been a landmine. It turned out to be a beartrap, slamming shut on your ankle. You yelped, with a cold, hard slam to the floor, your blood splattered on the concrete of the map. You were only being somewhat held up by your arms, survivors poking their heads out and snickering at your misfortune. You hated it. You hated how you made the mistake. You barely even made it back to base.

 You achingly dropped your gun onto the floor with a clatter and began to desperately dig for some type of bandages to heal yourself with. You knew your partner would be home soon, and would hate the scene. You tried to scramble for something to help yourself with, but the pain was too great. Your leg squeaked with the blood being spitted out on cue. You stumbled onto the floor, being unable to move much more. As if your luck couldn't get any worse, heavy footsteps began to fill the silent hallways. It began to slow down as you heard Rebel began to observe the scene, looking at the blood trail to the unclosed door that was opened near your room. You heard the footsteps quicken, Rebel bursting open the almost-closed door in a hurry. His silenced SMG being loaded and ready for any danger up ahead. His head could only turn to you on the floor, you being an utter mess. He looked almost afraid, yet that simmered down a bit to annoyance. He only huffed, walking over to you.

 "Again?" He said bluntly, beginning to pick you up from the floor.

 "I tried my best." You spoke quietly, your head hung from the obvious. He was clearly upset, but was careful and gentle with you. He carried you off to the medical room to patch you up. To your surprise, Rebels did know a little bit of healing. A little bit of cleaning, alcohol, stitches, and bandages did the job smoothly. You were only sat down on a bed alone in silence after an change in bloody sheets. Rebel went to clean the mess of a blood trail you left before returning, and could only sit beside you without a word, giving a blank stare at the now bandaged injury. 

 "Feeling better now?" Rebel spoke up, looking at you. You tapped your finger anxiously on your lap. 

 "I haven't stopped feeling pain, but I guess so." You could only reply. 

 "You should be careful, you know." He spoke with an agitated tone. "You did leave a bit of a scene." 

 "I know." You sigh, flopping back onto the bed. "I don't know how it happened, I thought I had everything under control. I thought I was really going to do it this time around." Your hands shook slightly. I'm so sorry, really thought I could-.."

 Rebel put his hand on your shoulder. It felt cold, but it was enough to make you feel warmer. "Please. I really don't give two shits if you kill the targets or not. I just need you to come back alive." He explained, lightly rubbing your shoulder. "I just need you to be okay. That's all I'm asking from you." 

 "But what good am I if I can't do my job?!" Your tone got louder, your voice croaked as tears began to fill your eyes. "This was the third time this has happened this week! I can't even do one simple thing as killing a few unarmed targets!"

 "I wouldn't say unarmed.." He said with a mutter. He quickly shook his head, getting back to the topic at hand and giving you a soft look of concern. "You are doing your job if you try your best, right? You can't expect everything to go smoothly for you all the time." Rebel replied, crossing his arms. "Plus, you think we get all of our targets while being on the job?" He scoffed. "As if my coworkers could easily get around before people figure out how to trick us into getting stuck in places."

 "Wait, really?" You tilt your head. "Can't you guys get out of being stuck?" Rebel only stayed silent before shaking his head.

 "Ah. Not really.. for ah.. reasons." He tilted his head down while tapping his foot on the ground.

 "Well, I'll take that response for now.." You smile. "Why tell me that, though?"

 "To make a point: nobody can do their job without misfortunes, y'know? So you've been having a bad week, what's the harm in it affecting all the other times?" Rebel shrugs. "It's not very easy to take a fall, but you still got to try."

 "Thank you for that.. I needed it." You say with a warm smile. "You're more forgiving than your other coworkers, you know that?"

 "Oh no, I'm very aware." Rebel slipped right next to you on the bed, petting the top of your head softly, wiping your tears. "But this isn't about them. This is about you picking your head up and maybe being more careful on the field. Got it?"

 "Mmmmhm." You hummed while nodding, leaning into the touch with a dopey smile.

 "Good. N' we can go shoot up random people in the street when you're better." Rebel grinned.

 "Yeah, that sounds nice." Your smile widened.

 You close your eyes and feel your hair get ruffled from him playfully, before you feel your face get a light brush of a hand setting your hair off your face. You open them just as you feel Rebel's lips get lightly pressed on your forehead, his hands caressing your face. You immediately flushed red, your whole body melted and you flopped into his grasp. You slowly shuffle closer with a little grin. He smiled softly, cupping your face and giving you a kiss on your cheek. You put your hands on his and melt from the affection. Seeing you enjoyed this, he chuckled before giving you a couple of more before he gave you one last lingering kiss on the lips. You were red as a tomato, but you didn't really care, this was the best feeling you've felt in the while. He held you close for a while, you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled his cheek warmly.

 "Ahem." 

 The two of you snapped away from each other and pulled back. You sat back on the bed as he slammed himself onto the chair, clearing his throat and turning away. One of the other Rebels walked in at the wrong time.

 "042. What do you need?" He asked with a very quick tone, seeming very flustered.

 "I was gonna ask how (Y/N) was doing, but clearly they're perfectly fine." He said blankly. He simply turned on his heel. "I don't know what's happening here, but I'm going to assume you're gonna want me to keep my mouth shut about this." The two of you silently nod as 042 could only look back and say. "You're definitely owing me for this." And walked off. Rebel sighed, crossing his arms and checking his watch. 

 "You should maybe begin resting up now." He began to get up. "I need to get back to my station soon." 

 "Before you go, Reb." You say, shuffling into his direction. "Thanks for patching me up."

 "No problem." He flashed a warm smile at you, giving you one more kiss before he leaves. "Rest well, my love. I'll come visit you once my shift's done." With a boop on your nose and a wave, he began to walk off.

 You hoped he'd come back very soon.