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Almost Too Late

Jasper Jordan x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2551 words

Warnings: just his injury from season 1

Summary: Taking care of Jasper after he gets speared

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You couldn’t believe it.

All they did was go out to explore, to check stuff out.

There was no reason anything should have gone wrong, though you couldn’t exactly be surprised that it had. After all, this was a completely different ballpark than the Ark was, and there was no telling what was out there.

Acres and acres of woods, and none of you knew anything about it.

No one knew anything about anything.

That had never been more obvious than it was today, because during that mundane exploration, Jasper had nearly been killed.

He was hardly breathing when they dragged him back to camp, bleeding from a wound in his chest and paler than you’d ever seen him.

You just couldn’t believe it.

Nothing this bad had ever happened before, not even when you found out he got locked up or when you got locked up shortly after.

It wasn’t supposed to happen.

Nothing was ever supposed to happen.

To any of you.

That was the whole reason you’d come down here in the first place, to get a second chance. To make something of your miserable life that the Ark had forced you to throw away.

You couldn’t lose him, not now.

The two of you had only just got here.

“How did this happen? What were you doing?” you asked, addressing your words to Clarke, because you knew there was no way Jasper could answer you with the way he looked.

He was nearly unconscious by this point, and covered in blood.

Even if you could get him to speak to you, you doubted the words would make any sense.

“We were ambushed” Bellamy spoke for her, Clarke’s priorities already stuck on getting Jasper out of what was left of his shirt to survey the damage.

To say it wasn’t pretty would be an understatement.

His skin was on fire, nearly forcing your hand away when you dared to rest it on his flesh, which couldn’t have been a good sign.

Not to mention the glaring issue of the festering wound in the center of his chest, swollen and weeping.

“Clarke, what do we do? What are we supposed to do? Is he dying?” came your words, in quick succession, one after the other, as the reality of the situation settled in.

It was awful, of course, and everyone could feel for what you were going through, but still, no one moved to answer any of your questions.

They couldn’t.

No one had any answers, and the ones they did have weren’t nearly as reassuring as you would have wanted.

So, seeing no other path in sight, you accepted their silence as the only answer you would get and sat down.

Everything else could be taken care of later, but if Jasper flat-lined on that table, there would be no coming back from that.

All in all, it was quick.

Though, for you, it felt like you were sitting there for hours, mulling over what you would do if Clarke suddenly told you he was dead.

If he was gone this soon.

You couldn’t imagine how something like that would go, or how it would feel, but considering it wouldn’t make a difference.

Death didn't exactly ask for permission, after all.

Thankfully, when she did open her mouth, it wasn't to confirm that your worst fear had come true.

Quite the opposite, actually.

“He’s unconscious from the pain, but I’ve got it stitched up” Clarke explained, giving you as much of a smile as she could muster given the circumstances.

It wasn’t much but it was still good news.

Must better than the alternative.

“We'll leave you alone for a while” she decided finally, giving your hand a small squeeze, neither of you bothered by the blood, sticky on her skin.

You had so much more on your mind, you head clouded with Jasper and Clarke’s attention posed now on Bellamy as she urged him out of the room.

He wasn’t convinced at first, but one stern look from her was persuasive enough.

What more could happen here that hadn’t already happened to him? It wasn’t like you could actively do more harm.

There was silence in the room for a while, once they’d left.

You had no idea what to say.

There were words, of course, things you wanted to say but nothing felt right. Nothing felt like it would make enough of an impact.

Not that it really mattered.

No matter what you said, Jasper wouldn’t be able to hear you. Though somehow, that only made this time more precious.

Never had you been able to be so honest about how you felt, without repercussions.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this” you sighed, your hands shaking slightly as you did everything you could to keep calm.

You were just reeling as you stared down at Jasper, his breathing steady but shallow.

It wasn’t lost on you that bad things could happen down here, but those things weren’t supposed to happen to him. They were never supposed to happen to him, because Jasper was good.

He was the best person you’d ever known and still, he was laying here, hardly breathing on a table.

It was too much.

“This was supposed to be our chance. You can’t die on me now,” you paused, if only for a second as another, hotter wave of emotion crashed over you, the words you were searching for getting caught in your throat once again.

Even considering them made your heart skip, and your skin instantly felt as if it was two sizes too small, but after checking Jasper’s face again to see that he was still out, you knew the truth.

If you were ever going to get a chance to say those words, you had to do it now.

“I love you”

The second you let those walls down, the second you even glanced in the direction of those feelings you kept hidden away, the dam broke. All you could do was sit, grappling with the gravity of it, a single hot tear raced down your face so quickly, you couldn’t have stopped it if you tried.

You loved him.

Maybe you always had.

The reality was that it didn’t matter, because it took him dying to figure it out and that was almost harder to accept than the love itself.

You had been so blind, so oblivious to your own mind that you didn’t even know what you were feeling before it was too late.

Or, almost too late anyway.

Jasper had been down for days before he started showing any signs of improvement.

The entire time, Clarke assured you that he would be okay, that he just needed to let his body heal but you weren’t so sure.

Not that you were sure about anything anymore.

Ever since his accident, you found yourself questioning almost everything in your life, and no matter what you did, it just felt like everything had been knocked off kilter. Like it was wrong, and it wouldn’t get better.

At least, not until Jasper was back to normal.

Maybe then, you could consider putting this whole thing behind you and moving on to something else, anything else, that would let you slip back into comfortable indifference.

Maybe.

In the meantime though, the only thing you could be absolutely positive of was that you weren’t leaving his side, not for anything. The one thing worse than having him here, like this, would be if something happened to him when you weren’t there.

You had left his side once before, and the outcome of that certainly didn’t inspire confidence.

“You’re still here?”

The groan of Jasper’s hoarse voice didn’t startle you, not like the first time he’d come to. He’d been in and out every couple hours, always asking you the same thing.

Evidently, he didn’t seem to think you would be there every time he woke up, no matter how many times you proved him wrong.

He always seemed surprised that you hadn’t left yet.

That you didn’t have something ‘better’ to do.

“Where else would I be?” you asked, setting down the stitching you’d been busying yourself with, and immediately rushing to his side.

You had this down to a science now.

When Clarke had first patched him up, removing his bloodstained shirt to reveal a ghastly wound, you’d nearly passed out but she had walked you through everything by this point, and it was easy.

You knew what you were doing, and you knew that, for the most part, he was out of the woods.

All you had to do was keep the wound clean as it healed and make sure he didn’t get any kind of infection. Clarke had also offered to do that, but it was easy enough for you to take over watching over him.

Of course, you did so under the guise that too many others of the hundred needed her attention, but by this point, anyone could see the real reason you were so devoted to this.

They could see what he meant to you, and they also knew better than to actually say anything about it to you.

In fact, outside of the knowing glances sometimes shared between Clarke and Bellamy, you would have thought you were getting away with it.

Almost. “I don’t know. Somewhere else?” Jasper shrugged, a small groan leaving his lips at the action. He was healing up nicely but you didn’t want him to push his luck so that was immediately met with a tut from you.

It was too much.

His body was putting everything it had into patching up that hole in his chest, and as antsy as he was known to be, he’d have to hold off for the time being.

“Sit still. You’ll tear your stitches” you ordered, though you couldn’t bring yourself to put any kind of force behind the words.

If you had been in his place, you would have been just as anxious to move around.

In a world like this one, if you didn’t stay on your feet, you would die and that was a hard habit to break, even when you knew you were safe as a kitten.

“Sorry”

It wasn’t much, but given the grin on Jasper’s face, you decided to accept it before pressing the back of your hand to his forehead.

“Your fever’s gone down. Before too long, you’ll be back to normal” you decided, a warm feeling flooding your chest as you considered the possibility. All this time, you had been so worried about tragedy, you hadn’t even considered the good.

You hadn’t had a chance.

After so many rocky days and so many nights spent worrying about whether or not he would be breathing when the sun came up, it was a relief.

More of a relief than you’d ever expected to feel in your life.

“Then you can get up and stretch your legs,” you added, a grin blossoming on your face as you met his eyes, only briefly, before focusing more on what you still had left to do.

You may have been doing Clarke a favor taking over watching him, but that didn’t mean you wanted to add more to her plate than she already had to deal with.

A mess was the last thing she needed, given the past few days.

The feeling of Jasper's eyes following you as you moved briefly registered in the back of your mind but you knew better than to meet his gaze.

No matter what was waiting for you when you did, you wouldn’t know what to do with it.

So, it was just easier to ignore the knots your stomach was turning into and try, desperately, to wring out the clothes in your hands and keep everything as sanitary as you could manage.

No amount of healing would matter if he got an infection after the fact.

“That sounds good” Jasper eventually allowed, focusing far more on the way your face scrunched up as you focused than anything else.

Of course it was you.

When he first opened his eyes, Jasper wasn’t surprised to see Clarke standing over him, but the same couldn’t be said for you.

Almost immediately, he took note of the way you gasped, giving his hand, the hand you’d been holding for who knows how long, a squeeze. In that moment, you looked at him like he’d never seen before.

Like you’d never been happier to see someone so much.

From that moment to this one, Jasper found himself paying special attention to everything you did, from the way you bit into the side of your mouth as you concentrated to the way your nose crinkled when you laughed.

You really were beautiful.

“Alright, well, I’m gonna go get dinner then. I’ll be right back” you decided, giving everything else a final once over before heading for the mouth of the dropship.

Usually, you would wait to wake him up to eat until the last minute, wanting him to get the most rest he could, but seeing as Jasper was already awake, it couldn’t hurt to do it now instead.

The male hummed in appreciation as you moved, mentally cursing himself for not being better with words.

Jasper knew that if ever there was a time to tell you what was swirling around in his head, it was now. The problem was that, for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what it was, even given all the time he’d had to think about it.

Surely, there was something to say.

Something that would show you just how glad he was to have you in his company and how thankful he was that you were the one who’d ended up taking care of him, in such unique circumstances.

…but ‘thank you’ just didn’t seem like it was going to cut it.

What Jasper was feeling stretched far beyond gratitude, so far that there was really only one thing left that it could be.

One thing that felt like, maybe, it would come closest to what he wanted to tell you.

“Hey Y/N?”

Jasper’s voice once ringing out in the room stopped your stride as you turned back toward where he was laying, worried that you may have forgotten something in your haste.

This certainly wouldn’t have been the first time.

The sound of his voice seemed to almost alarm Jasper as well, for only a moment as he considered the potential consequences of what he was going to do, before ultimately deciding it didn’t matter.

He just had to do what felt right.

“I love you too, just so you know” he grinned, not even waiting for you to ask what he needed before dropping that bomb on you.

You had no idea how he knew about that, or that he was even partially conscious when that very one-sided conversation had taken place, but once again, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Jasper was alive, he was alive and he loved you back.

For the first time in a hundred years, your people had made it to the ground and survived. You had made it, and now that he was going to recover, what more could you hope for?

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valcaine · 10 months

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tmw when the weird bird dude that tried to kill you like, a bit ago starts geeking about piglin research and how little there is of it and you are just terrified of being strangled by talons again

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mattodore · 2 months

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theo’s bedroom is slowly coming together

#river dipping #theodore doe #echthroi #ts4 #ts4 edit #after the save broke yesterday morning for the fourth! time i finally pulled up mod manager and started looking through the hundreds of #conflicts i apparently had and also deleted well over 500+ duplicates... my mods folder is SO rancid i'm sure i missed some conflicts #bc see those dark blue pillows on theo's bed? those are actually white :) but for some reason when i move the pillows near the wall they #change color depending on the time of day... it's not just those pillows some other objects do it too... just closing my eyes at it <3 #the bed and desk are where theo spends most of his time so i spent forever on them. his bed needed to be overwhelmed by stuff #there are... ten pillows i believe two large covers a sheet and a blanket. theo kind of just... burrows into the center and hides.#bunny boy behavior........ and yeah those are matthias's gloves on theo's desk <3 #i have to recolor the stuff on theo's walls later. i imagine his walls are mostly empty and it's just the floors in his apt. that're messy #but i wanted sticky notes to help him remember things and that back wall is going to have matthias's art and love letters #<- which theo definitely takes down and hides whenever matthias actually comes over lmaoooo #also i finally moved all of the pins from theo and matthias's boards over to @theodoredoe (mattodore was taken 😞)#i wanted a place just for my oc boards and i also wanted to be able to add sections to each oc's boards so! new acc!#yk how i mentioned theo's board looking so cluttered? yeah so. figured out it's bc over half of his board is just quotes #i made a section and threw all the 200+ quotes in there and will slowly put some of them in his main board #his board just looks so much better now like i'm so happy about it 🥰 it was definitely worth the time #OH ALSO!!!! IF ANYONE HAS SOME DEAD PLANT CC PLEASEEEE SEND IT MY WAY!!!!#theo really loves just. ripping plants and flowers out of the ground and taking them home to put in little pots but. he always kills them #jsknndkhj so i need dead plants!! limp!! DEAD!!!!#but i seriously can't find any #anyway... that's my build update <3 fr not much has happened bc i've had to start over four :) separate :) times :) but it's getting there.#i miss mattodore tho...... gkhjndfkhjn so i might take a break and get some poses and an edit going soon

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lambment · 2 months

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Can we ask about Kallamar’s spouses? How many does he have??? Are they happy??? Is he a good partner?

even I dont know how many spouses Kallamar has.

you didnt hear this from me, but he has health and dental benefits.

#the answer is yes they are V happy #I think hes prob in a polycule of at least 6 tho #ik poly is played for a joke alot of the time but im fr kallamar is a good partner and everyone involved is v happy #I want you to imagine my cult as a functioning village #so it has a couple of hundred followers and rising #so kallamar despite his efforts cannot rizz them all #Kallamar is that one sim you try to make wahoo the town #speaketh #kallamar

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aeoris4lovers · 10 months

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the quiet tragedy of verin being the one who never quite made it out.

for most of their lives, essek was the one who was entrenched in expectations, in the politics of their den. while verin was stationed far from the heart of the dynasty, ostensibly free from the eyes of his elders, essek was sitting beside their mother in court and speaking before the queen. and it made sense, because essek had always been better at all of it — the posturing, the sweet-talking, the ladder-climbing. his brother the black sleep was still his brother the prodigy; his brother the heretic was still his brother the shadowhand.

but then, essek meets new people and they get through to him and change him and make him softer, make him better (and why them? what is it about them, that they could do what verin never could?) and he runs. he gives up the title and the status and the power and leaves it all (leaves verin) behind.

suddenly, verin is the lone newsoul of den thelyss, the one with all eyes on him, with the expectations meant for two brothers falling squarely on his shoulders and only his in the absence of their other target. he is still the youngest of his den, the one they all watch and wait to be disappointed by, but there is no one to share that burden with anymore and all at once it becomes painfully clear that distance never really was freedom.

essek has a family, then — not a den but a family, with love and trust and care and warmth and all the things essek once called verin childish for craving — and a welcoming home to go to with someone who loves him waiting there and a garden in the front yard, and verin is left still fighting demons under the banner of a god (of a family, of a home) he only half-believes in.

and maybe they see each other more often then. maybe bazzoxan is remote enough that it’s safe for essek to visit in disguise. maybe essek’s friends come too and are kind enough to offer a taste of what essek has now and verin can almost believe it’s his too. maybe essek doesn’t even fight it anymore when verin insists on hugging him. but how much can that really fix? how much can it really change?

an unloved man leaves no one behind when he finally makes a better life for himself, but essek was never an unloved man. not really.

#listen i have a lot of feelings about verin #hes the kindhearted himbo of the family yes but he also is A Thelyss and weve seen the baggage that comes with #i think on the surface hed be thrilled for essek and love the nein #but it definitely wouldnt be an easy thing to stomach #i imagine its like the feeling of your sibling going to college and leaving you with your shitty parents but like. times a hundred #like ‘im so happy for you but i want to be happy for myself too and you getting out mightve just locked me in so where do we go from here’#fuck man sibling relationships are so messy im going feral #we never even get to SEE verin but he haunts the entirety of essek’s arc and im incapable of being normal about it #cr meta #verin thelyss #essek thelyss #the thelyss brothers #den thelyss #the mighty nein #c2 #critical role #critical role meta

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foreverrandomwritings · 10 months

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Hi can I request this [ CARESS ] for one muse to possessively kiss the other in public with hangman from the jealous prompts? Thanks 😊

Steel Beach Party

Summary: Hangman has been annoying you for months now. When the ship has a Fathers Day steel beach party you get annoyed when you see him talking to another girl. What will you do to gain his attention back?

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x afab!Reader

Warnings: Jealousy and fluff?

Word count: 1349

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

They had used the excuse of fathers day to host a steel beach party. Everyone had gathered on deck for the food, games and music. You’d been stationed on the ship for almost two years now as a Medical Officer. You had gotten to know the crew and the occasional cocky aviator when they came aboard. But you had never met an aviator as cocky as Jake “Hangman” Seresin. He had been an annoying thorn in your side since the second he stepped foot on the USS Ranger.

He would follow you around all day everyday. It started off as occasionally asking you out. Where exactly? You had no clue. Being on a ship really narrowed the options of date nights to none. When you kept turning down his offers the pestering of asking out turned into coming to you for miniscule things. He got a paper cut, he stubbed his toe, he had a headache, he thought he might have heartburn or he swore he had a cough last night. No matter how much you tried to avoid him he always seemed to find you.

He would walk around with you asking you questions about yourself. Where you grew up, how old you were, how long you had been in the navy, your favorite color and your favorite animal. You honestly thought he had asked you every question under the sun at this point. But he hadn’t asked you to attend the steel beach party with him. You didn’t let it show but it had actually disappointed you quite a bit.

He had been wearing you down over the months he had been here and if he had asked you to the party you most likely would’ve said yes. But instead he had left you alone for almost two full days. As you sat on the deck talking to one of your fellow Medical Officers you noticed him flirting with a Gunnery Officer. You tried not to let it affect you but after the third loud laugh let out from her you decided two could play at this game. You knew him and Rooster were always butting heads even after Hangman had saved him and Maverick. It was a constant pissing contest between the two and you knew it would be easy to use Rooster to get under the blonde's skin. So you did just that, excusing yourself from the conversation you were half paying attention to and sought out the mustached aviator. It didn’t take you long to find him, he was sat with Phoenix and Bob playing an intense game of battleship.

“Need an extra player?” you asked him sweetly standing by the empty chair next to his own. He looked up at you as you spoke and then darted his eyes around the deck until they landed on Hangman. Then his eyes were making their way to your own, one of his eyebrows quirked up. A silent question that you answered by sitting next to him.

“You any good at battleship?” he asked you with a shit eating grin on his face. He would jump at any chance he got to piss off Hangman.

“I’m one of the best players on this blasted vessel.” you told him as you looked at his board. You realized quickly he was losing. “It also looks like you could use all the help you can get.”

“I definitely think that's an understatement.” He said as his eyes worked across the board. The game went by slowly as you methodically picked apart Bob and Phoenix's board.

“He’s been looking this way for almost five minutes now.” Rooster whispered to you his mustache tickling the side of your face as he did so. You let out a quiet giggle as he did it again.

“Stop doing that.” you said as you slapped a hand to his bicep pushing him away playfully. He gave you a wide grin in return. You turned back to the board as you were about to land the final blow to two seater teams last ship.

“D6.” you said with certainty which had them both letting out loud huffs.

“How the hell are you so good at this?” The female pilot asked you.

“Might be from all the years I’ve been stationed on ships like these. Guess I just picked up a thing or two.” You said with a nonchalant shrug. Rooster threw his arm across the back of your chair. Then he was scooting you closer to him.

“How about we play another round?” he asked the three of you.

“I’m game if you are.” You replied looking at the duo across from you.

“We’re game.” spoke Bob in return. Roosters thumb came up to graze across the skin of your arm that was exposed by your t-shirt when a shadow came and blocked the sun from you.

“Can I help you?” you turned and asked the pilot standing beside you.

“I need to speak with you.” he bluntly replied, glaring at Rooster.

“We were about to start a new game, can it wait?” you asked with a flat tone, looking annoyed at the interruption.

“No, it’s urgent.” his voice had more drawl as he started to become impatient.

“Do you need me to kiss something better, Hangman?” you asked him using one of his corny lines against him.

“Yes actually I do.” he said before surprising everyone around the table by bending down and landing a kiss on your lips. After only a moment you pulled back quickly staring up at him wide eyed. The three aviators around you had all moved away from the table quickly leaving you alone with the cocky aviator.

“I didn’t know what else to do to get your attention. There’s women falling at my feet all around this ship but I’ve been following you around like a lost puppy for months now. I don’t know what it is about me you don’t like but I desperately want to change that.” He said as he squatted down next to you so your eyes were level with each other.

“I’ve heard from plenty of women how the infamous Jake “Hangman” Seresin plays his games. I won’t be a piece that is used and thrown out after you get bored of it.” you told him honestly. He shook his head as one of his hands came up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not but I haven’t so much as looked at another woman that wasn’t you since I boarded this ship.” He said as his hand came to cup your cheek.

“What about the Gunnery Officer?” You asked him to which he let out a sigh dropping his hand from its place on your cheek.

“Just another thing I was hoping would get your attention.” his voice came out a whisper as he looked down at the deck beneath him.

“Well it worked, the only reason I was sitting with Rooster was because I knew it would make you jealous.” you reluctantly told him as your fingers hooked under his chin. You gave him a peck on the lips as he made eye contact with you. He gave you a smile so unlike the ones you’ve seen on him so far that it unnerved you.

“Would you like to go to the steel beach party with me?” he asked you hopefully, you let out a breathless laugh at the silly question.

“Yea, I’ll go to the steel beach party with you.” you told him to which he sat in the chair next to yours and wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“Promise me not to get that close to Rooster again?” he asked you as he played with the material of your shirt.

“Promise not to get close to that Gunnery Officer again?” you asked him in return, turning your face towards him.

“Promise I won’t.” he replied.

“I promise I won’t either.” you said back as you realized he was going to be a permanent thorn in your side now.

A/N: I want to thank @indynerdgirl for giving me this idea from this post. Also a thank you for the darling anon that requested this! Thank you all for reading this! Reblogs, likes and comments are much appreciated! Happy Fathers day y'all!

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