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31. pinky swear from the touch prompt list please!! really i’d love this prompt for all three pairings but maybe carrie and dougie?

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HI PERI!!!!! ( @parajumpboots ) 🥹 thank you so so much for stopping by and dropping this wonderful little prompt in - it was so fun to fill and write, especially for carrie and dougie!! they’re so fun to write and play around with in context! :) thank you again and please enjoy! <3

you pinky promise?

(a/n): this can be seen a bit as a part 2 to THIS piece i wrote a little while back, but they don’t have to be read together at all, so! please enjoy carrie and dougie and their antics hehe :)

Day was fading to night and she was still feeling like she'd been run over by a truck.

Everything ached, her head was woozy, her throat dry and scratchy, her nose running like it was something fierce, and everything just seemed so loud and in her face. It had been only a matter of time before she would get sick with something like this - even as a kid in school, she'd catch anything that ran through that building, whether from other kids or the seasonal changes of the weather.

And now, she was here, trapped in a cot in the Med-Bay, listening to distant screams from people in Triage or others in the sickness wing launching up lunch. Curled on her side, she stared lazily up towards the window where the sunset was starting to dance across the sky, a beautiful array of colors flickering across, mixed with clouds and nightfall, the blue and purple hues dotting with stars.

At least the sky was having a grand old time.

"How ya feeling, Bergie?" Carrie stiffened for a moment and then shifted, glancing up and over her shoulder to see Dougie. Dougie. Surprise-surprise.

"Okay." she answered, before turning back and resting her swimming head against the pillow and staring up at the sky again, "Queasy." She heard Dougie let a puff of air leave his lips in a response for laughter before a chair screeched against the floor and was pulled up at her side. Slowly, she looked towards him, sat in the chair, lighting up a cigarette and letting the smoke blow upwards.

"You serious?" she murmured.

"Ah, c'mon, just for a sec." he said, talking around the cigarette on his lip, as she rolled her eyes and adjusted onto her back, looking towards him.

"Just a sec, huh?" she said, "I bet even if I could pay you the largest sum of money in the world, that thing wouldn't leave your lips."

"Since when did you become so concerned with me and this cigarette?"

"Because I feel sick enough as it is, Dougie, and you're lighting it up in front of me." she said with a deadpan stare and he raised his hands in defense and then popped it off his lip and stubbed it out.

"Better?"

"You're a real sweetheart, ya know that?" Carrie murmured and he made a face, which she mocked back, "So. What's up?"

"Figured you wanted to hear about Lieutenant Bradshaw nearly throwing me overboard." Dougie offered rather expressively as his eyes grew wide and he held out his hands, "I promise, if you want to have a laugh, I am more than willing to offer it."

"At your own humiliating expense?"

"Precisely." Carrie laughed and then sighed, before smiling slightly.

"Well, go on, then," she urged him on, bringing the blanket up over her form a bit more, "you've got me invested now. There's no backing out."

"I can never back out of these sorts of things, can I?"

"Dougie. Story. Now." Dougie smirked and then leaned forward against his knees, before chuckling.

"Well, first-off, she called me Bergie I don't know how many fucking times-"

"That's because, uh, hello genius, I'm usually the bombardier here, alright-"

"Anyway," Dougie said, sending her a look, which made her smile slightly, "after calling me Bergie, I started making jokes back, ya know, try to give the feel that you probably give Lieutenant Bradshaw, when she basically has to hand the fort over."

"So you're saying I'm funny." Carrie said, with a soft smirk his way, "Thank you for that." Dougie looked to her and for a moment, they just watched each other, before they both broke out into laughter.

"That's a bit of a stretch, Bergie-"

"No, it ain't, you said it with a straight face!" Dougie looked to her and raised a brow and she raised her own back.

"Fine, yes, I realize that you usually try to get people laughing and I figured Lieutenant Bradshaw would appreciate it, so…." Dougie shrugged, "whatever makes you sleep at night."

"Asshole." Carrie murmured, before grinning, "So, what she'd say?" Dougie leaned back in his chair and then smiled wide.

"Well, we landed, right?" he said, "Bes is well, to be the nicest I can be, looking at me like I just bet on a losing horse, and then Lieutenant Bradshaw comes down from the cockpit and chews me out. Pretty sure Bes and Francis got front row seats to my funeral on that one." Carrie let out a bark of laughter and cough rather wetly, which wasn't the most pleasant sounding, but Dougie seemed to hardly care less, as he shook his head with a chuckle.

"God, she went 'Why do I have you doing Bergie impressions in my ear, Douglass! We're here to drop bombs, not put on a show for rich-fucks!'" Dougie said with a laugh and Carrie let out a string of laughter, her head falling back, just as the sight she got in her head,

"It was bad, I gotta admit."

"You really outdid yourself there." Carrie said with a snort, "C'mon, show me it." Dougie looked at her and raised a brow, and with what strength she had, she reached forward and punched his shoulder.

"Your impression of me, asshole," she said, "c'mon, I know it oughta be good enough for 25,000 feet in the air, huh?" Dougie looked to her and his face softened for a brief moment, before he gathered his bearings.

"'This shit tastes like it was cooked on the goddamn barnburner you call an engine!'" Dougie said, in a ridiculously accurate, rather high-pitched voice that made Carrie wheeze to the point all she could was cough wetly, and had to recover.

"I do not sound like that." she managed out, wetly coughing again and pointing a finger at home, "But that is absolutely something I'd say."

"See?" Dougie said leaning forward, grabbing the cup of water at the side of her cot and handing it to her, "No wonder I pissed off Lieutenant Bradshaw so much, she probably thought I was trying to make her lose her mind." She took the cup and drank some water down slowly, and then smiled.

"Got that right," Carrie said with a laugh, before catching his gaze, and placing down the water, "that or you hang around me far too often." Dougie smirked, watching her for a moment as it grew quiet between them. But then he shrugged and she looked away and he scratched his neck.

"Listen, I don't want to bother you much more, you're not feeling great so…." Dougie made to stand, but Carrie looked up at him, before reaching out and grabbing at his arm.

"It's okay," she said, her grip loosening on the sleeve of his A-2, as she realized how suddenly desperate she looked for him to stay (she didn't want to come across like that good Lord), "I'm not exactly tired yet, so….don't feel you have to go." Dougie looked down at her and then smiled softly, before she let go and he settled himself down into the chair again.

"Well, you better heal on up quicker then if I decide to hang around a little while longer, got that? I think Bes was gonna sucker-punch me in the nose of Silver Bullets," Dougie said, "she missed you." Carrie smiled warmly at the thought of Bessie and pulled the blanket tighter around her form and nodded.

"I can promise you, right now, not focusing on the fact I feel like shit is probably the best thing for me," she said, in a slightly joking tone, but genuinely honest one as well, "but I promise, alright?" Dougie watched her and then sent her a look.

"You pinky promise?" he asked her, holding out a pinky towards her. She stared between his pinky finger and his face and felt her shoulders loosen.

"Fine, yes," she said, looping her finger through his and smirking, "you just miss me out there in the chow line messing with your coffee that bad, huh?" Dougie looked at her, pulling a face in her direction.

"Where the hell would you even get that idea?" Dougie said, "And plus, when you do mess with my coffee, and let's just say it isn't entirely detrimental, adding more cream or sugar isn't exactly a negative in my sense."

"It's going to clog up your organs with shit." Carrie said and Dougie raised a brow.

"And here we are. Back again to Bergie Achterberg being so wonderfully concerned with my health," Dougie said, "you wanna write to my Ma? Ask for my birth forms too now, huh? That or you really are trying to get your karma out on me? Clogging up my organs with shit, huh?" Carrie watched him and then unlooped her pinky and sat back against the bed.

"Clogging up your organs with sugar and unhealthy stuff, Dougie," she said, before pulling the blanket up more, "must I repeat it?"

"Please do." Carrie cracked an eye open and watched as Dougie started chuckling and she did her best to hide her smirk.

"You absolute asshole."

"Oh c'mon, you love it."

Both her eyes opened and she looked over at him for a moment. They lingered in silence for a moment - somehow it always seemed to happen. One of them saying something that sent them both, separately reeling in a sense neither could quite compound in their minds. Especially when it was supposed to be something casual, something that rolled off the tongue and was in fact normal to say to friends.

But whatever was going on in this war and between them, it wasn't normal.

And something like that made them go silent.

Carrie watched him for a moment, as he seemed to smile, more to himself than her, and then looked at her.

"Get some rest, Bergie." he said softly, before leaning forward and patting the edge of the blanket where her you could see her legs outlined by the fabric, and then stood, "Need anything?"

Carrie looked at him rather quietly, suddenly feeling like a child again, watching him stand and ready to leave, except in a much more pleasant manner than anyone at home had ever been like. Because at home, it had been people leaving without explanation or well-wishes.

"Just some crackers maybe? Please?" she asked him quietly, her voice sounding more youthful than anything else in the past few days. Dougie smiled at her, that gentle grin rising on his face and he nodded.

"I'll be back, alright?" And she watched him give her a smile, before wandering away, finding a nurse and engaging in conversation.

And after that. He came back. With crackers.

#masters of the air #mota #mota writings #silver bullets #carrie achterberg #james douglass #carrie x dougie #THESE TWO!!!!#he got her WATER without saying ANYTHING #just on instinct #and he STAYED #and got her CRACKERS #(because her home life was never like that)#sobbing over them continually #fangirling like these arent people that live in my head lmfao #BYEEE #please enjoy!! :D

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hiii hello this actually got mega personal so i’m making it non-rebloggable but comments r still welcomed shdjksjsd

ummmm kakashi is super fucking autistic in this. like kinda ooc but that’s the personal part seeping into it, and the part i can’t really get out shdjksjdjf. but it has a happy ending!!

He doesn’t sit next to them on the couch when they’re at Minato and Kushina’s for dinner. The warm scent of spice floats through the space, and it’s easy enough to convince himself it’s because he’ll be getting up for food in a few minutes, so why would he bother moving for such a short amount of time?

Even if it’s already been over half an hour.

He digs his nails into his calf and pretends he doesn’t care as he watches Obito snuggle closer to Rin, almost as if they’re trying to become one. It’s a funny sight, and Rin’s laughing and wrapping her arms tighter around him, and he should be laughing too, but he can’t even crack a smile. He might cry if he does.

 They wouldn’t be able to tell through the mask anyway.

It’s gotten easy to explain away over the years. It was startlingly easy at first, how easily it rolled off his tongue, explained away by something about not liking touch. And his teammates respected his space, of course, so they backed off. Plus, he was awkward around touch from the start, so it could easily be read as him disliking touch. And he thought he did, for a while.

But every time he found himself in a situation like this, he longed for it. Deep in his bones, he wanted to be in the middle of their cuddle pile, arms wrapped around the two of them, included.

He probably never would be, now.

.:.

While he wasn’t necessarily quiet as a kid, he certainly wasn’t talkative. Not like Obito was. He spoke out to correct and to answer, never to just talk. So that was easy to write off as him being quiet.

Obito and Rin didn’t mind, of course. They respected him, and they never intentionally excluded him.

He did that to himself.

“Well what about that shirt?” Obito asked, pointing to a simple purple t-shirt with an ink print of flowers on the front.

“That’s cute,” Rin mused, and Kakashi remembered at the same time a similar shirt Kushina had. She’d accidentally torn it when she’d been trying to stretch it to fit around her growing belly, and they’d all had a laugh about it. She’d repaired it easily enough, but it was still a fond memory for them all, and the first time her pregnancy had really been…acknowledged. In a way that mattered, at least. Rin hadn’t stopped talking about gifts for the baby, things they might need to buy, and Obito had suggested helping them pay with stuff. Kakashi reminded him that Minato was the Hokage, so he could pretty much buy whatever he wanted, and that shut him up fast enough that Rin had burst out laughing, sending the rest of them into a fit as well.

They had settled on decorating a few onesies for the baby, each with their own touch: Rin with color, Kakashi with the practicality (it needed gloves for if it got cold), and Obito with the paint and accessories. They had come out nice, and it was a great bonding experience for the three of them.

But this wasn’t about Kushina or the baby or anything like that. So he kept his mouth shut, and watched as Obito lit up with joy when Rin decided to buy it.

.:.

He didn’t mean to start drifting. Maybe he wasn’t, or it didn’t seem like he was on their end, but he certainly felt that he was on his. He declined their invitations to go out; he would only be in the way. He stopped coming to dinner, claiming he’d bought food after a mission and needed to clear it out of his fridge, so he’d eat that instead.

Every time he tried to reintegrate himself, he felt out of place. Wrong. In the way.

He didn’t belong with them, not anymore. He had to move on to something else, somewhere else.

Or, so he thought.

He never expected Rin and Obito to be at his door. They looked concerned. He wasn’t sure why.

He invited them in for dinner, of course, fish from the river just as they had their first night over. Neither of them touched their food until Kakashi sat down.

“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly when he noticed, brow furrowed. “Is it bad? Overcooked?”

“No, we just…” Rin bit her lip, considering, then sighed. “We didn’t want the conversation to get derailed. Are you okay, Kakashi?”

Kakashi blinked. Well, that was a way to put it. “I…yes? I’m fine, is something wrong that I don’t know about?”

Rin tilted her head. “You haven’t been coming to anything anymore. We miss you. Are you sick or something? I mean, you can tell us anything, you know.”

And suddenly, the veil he tried to pull lifted and the topic this was really about sat heavy like lead in his stomach. It prickled uncomfortably and he swallowed.

Like hell he was going to tell them he wanted to be cuddled. That was a good way to get himself laughed at. Even teasingly, he wasn’t sure he could handle it.

He couldn’t tell them he wanted to be included in conversations, because they’d claim he was, or that he should “just talk!” As if it were that easy. As if the thought of it didn’t make his queasy where he sat.

He couldn’t tell them he wanted to be included, because he did this to himself. This was his fault.

“Kakashi,” Obito murmured, obviously picking up on his discomfort. “Is it something to do with us? Have we not been good friends somehow?”

“What? No!” Kakashi exclaimed, but it sounded fake to his own ears. He cringed at the same time they did, and he felt his heart drop. Great. He’d just lost two of his best friends, and now Gai was going to be his only solace, and he wasn’t sure he could handle that.

Recover. “I mean, no, it’s just—It’s all my fault, you guys didn’t do anything wrong, I promise!” He waved his hands in front of him, as if that would somehow stop them from leaving. “I just—I lied, about a lot of stuff. That I don’t really want to say. Because it’s personal. But it’s not your fault, really.”

He expected them to give him a sad look and leave—that’s what normally happened, right?

He did not expect Obito to be looking angrily at him. “What the hell, Kakashi? Are you some sort of spy? Are you—are you info-gathering on us?”

Rin looked perturbed as well, and suddenly what Kakashi was asking for seemed a lot smaller in comparison to what could be. More manageable.

“No, I’m not a spy,” he deadpanned, glaring at Obito. “I just—“ He swallowed hard, locking his fingers together under the table in an iron grip. “I—“

Manageable no more. He was admitting to vulnerability, the deepest chasm of self-doubt before him. Obito and Rin were on the other side, but there was no possible way he could cross—they were just specks.

“Kakashi,” Rin encouraged gently, but he couldn’t meet her eye. He couldn’t even look at her hand that was stretched across the table, seeking to support.

Well. He had nothing to lose, because he’d lose his friends no matter what he did. Into the chasm he went.

“Ijustwannabeincluded,” he muttered quickly, ears ringing in the following silence. What would they say? Would they laugh at him?

It didn’t matter. He was going to lose his friends somehow, so if they laughed it didn’t matter. Because they weren’t his friends anymore.

“You want to be…included?” Rin repeated quietly, unsure. Kakashi gave a jerky nod.

The silence seemed infinite. A million different scenarios ran through his head, and there was no way he was coming out of this not crying. He could feel the tears welling up now.

“Okay,” Rin said simply. Kakashi didn’t move. Hesitantly, she asked, “Do you want to be comforted now, or do you need some space?”

Kakashi simply untwined his hands and pointed at the door. Their chairs scraped the floor as they stood, and they walked to the door.

As the door swung open, Obito asked, “Will you be at Minato and Kushina’s later? Or tomorrow?”

He nodded once, and the two left. When their signatures could no longer be sensed, Kakashi broke.

It had gone exactly as he wished it would. He hadn’t lost his friends, they’d been understanding, so why was he still crying about it?

Something about missed opportunities and regrets flickered through his mind and he wheezed out a sob, hugging himself tightly and sunk to the floor, leaning against the table’s leg.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, but it was dark enough out that he knew he should go to Minato and Kushina’s tomorrow. Not that he’d want to go, as red-faced and puffy-eyed as he undoubtedly looked now.

He took his blankets out to the couch that night, and cried some more.

.:.

The next day was…different. He approached the Uzumaki household nervously, hugging himself loosely, and tried to ignore the doubtful thoughts.

What if he’d hallucinated or dreamt last night? What if Obito and Rin were lying, at his expense somehow? (He deserved it, if they were.)

So went their normal routine, and he was sure that nothing was going to change, or everything was going to change. At first it was unbearable, the thought that Minato or Kushina might bring up the fact he hadn’t been around, but it never came up. It was the same as always.

Obito and Rin stayed on their side of the couch, and Kakashi focused on the paintings on the wall so he wouldn’t have to think about their conversation last night, or form any expectations of it. Maybe they needed to take it slowly, too. They’d been patient with him, they deserved the same amount tenfold from him. He could be patient.

Not five minutes after he’d sat down, Obito’s foot landed in his lap. The boy made brief eye contact with him, asking wordlessly, and Kakashi nodded ever so slightly to permit. Then Obito went back to letting Rin run her fingers through his hair, and the house resumed its chatter like it always had before.

Obito’s foot never left his lap. He had to be getting uncomfortable. He was, actually, based on the slight squirm in his hips that he always did when he had to stay in a position on watch for too long.

“You can move,” Kakashi mumbled, jostling Obito’s foot to get his attention. “I don’t mind.”

Obito moved his other foot from the floor to also lay in Kakashi’s lap, but it obviously wasn’t enough.

“Seriously, Obito. It’s fine.”

“Mm, but I want to curl up and it’s really hard to do that and touch you at the same time,” Obito bemoaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “But I don’t wanna push you out of your comforts zone, either.”

Kakashi considered this. But, “I’ll never get better if I’m not pushed out of my comfort zone.”

Plus, he wanted it. To be a part of it.

Rin didn’t waste a second at the given opportunity, practically throwing Obito’s head off of her lap to leap across the couch and wrap her arms around Kakashi’s waist. She rested her head in her lap, then asked, “Is this okay?”

“It’s…fine,” Kakashi gritted out, because it wasn’t, but he wanted it to be.

“No fair!” Obito exclaimed, pinching Rin’s calf. “You’re so mean. You don’t even care about me.”

“True,” Rin agreed, unmoving from her spot. Obito sighed and took a seat at Kakashi’s feet instead, leaning his head into his knee. “This is fine too, right?”

“Manageable,” Kakashi said honestly, hesitantly resting a hand on Rin’s head. She nuzzled into it, smiling. “This is nice,” she said softly.

Kakashi and Obito hummed their agreement, and at some point, the other two dozed. Kakashi stayed uncomfortably awake, but at some point the hand in Rin’s hair became less robotic and stiff and more natural, which was definitely improvement.

This was improvement. This was good.

#kirpy writes #it’s also 2:30 at the time of finishing and i started at prob 1:30 so liek. emotions def got in there LMFAO #ok that’s all byeee thanks for reading if u did

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