Oneshots and Imagines

Maine x Reader

"Yes Maine, I know. I'm not fucking blind!" You snap at him, trying to stand.

You had gotten shot in the leg. Luckily, you won't bleed to death... Unfortunately, Maine's still concerned.

"(State Name), don't stand," he ordered. "I don't want you losing more blood."

You growled as he picked you up. "Maine, I swear to Go-"

"Shut up. You wouldn't be able to walk, so maybe you should be grateful." He snapped back.

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You walked - no, limped - to Maine's room and knocked quietly. A second later, he came to door. "(State Name? What are you-"

"Thanks. I'm sorry I was such a bitch."

"It's fine. It's just... I care about you, okay?" He said quietly.

You smile and kiss his cheek. "That's sweet."

You begin limping away. Then you call over your shoulder, "Maybe we can hang out once my leg heals."

Maine smiled back. "That'd be nice."

You limped back to your temporary dorm for your injury, feeling a little bit more happy.