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The jeep sped as fast as it could without being caught, taking sharp turns to lose the cop car behind them, eventually they pulled into an alley turning off all lights emitting from the jeep, and turning off the jeep entirely. They sat in the dark, Mark and his accomplice, waiting for the sirens to pass, eventually after seemingly forever the sirens die out and the police seemed to have dissipated from their area. Mark glances over at you before speaking “You jeopardized the entire mission, because of a simple cut” He spoke looking you in the eye, before he could continue you scoffed looking him straight in the eye lifting up the side of your shirt “Woah there what are you doing?” Mark questioned as he covered his eyes with one hand you motioned to your side as Mark finally removed his hands from his eyes “Holy shit-” he said quietly looking at the 7inch-ish cut on your side from the look of it it wasn’t deep but with a cut that large you were losing blood fairly. “Shit- stay put I think I have a Medical Kit in the back” He said hopping out of the jeep and heading to the back to grab the Medical Kit. After 5 minutes of you bleeding on the cargo bed of the jeep that you moved to to prevent anymore blood spilling onto the seats. Mark, struggling to find the Medical kit in the absolute mess in the back seats, eventually returned with the recently stocked Medical Kit. “Is it okay if I touch the cut?” Mark asked, you gave him a simple nod, that's all he needed to start applying the hydrogen peroxide to the cut, the slight wince you let out mad him stop before looking up at you with concern, you gave him a nod telling him it was fine before he continued to apply hydrogen peroxide again, every so often you would tense up at the stinging sensation from the cut. After what felt like forever he finally finished cleaning the cut, the blood stopped bleeding after a bit while cleaning the cut. Mark pressed gauze pad into the cut while taping it down eventually it came to wrap the wound, which required the removal of your shirt. “Now that the hard part is over, next is wrapping the wound, You are going to need to remove your shirt for this.” Mark said casually grabbing the when he turned around you had already taken off your shirt and set it over the edge of the cargo bed, “Okay to do this I need you to stand up and help me because I can't do this by myself, nor do I know how to do it properly, I’ve watched like-” Mark said before looking at his fingers seemingly counting “One Youtube video on how to wrap chest wound, or wounds in that area”. After many failed attempts on how to wrap the wound you both eventually got it. You put your shirt back on and returned to the front seat, not without cleaning the blood from the cut earlier off the seat.When you both were back in the car Mark looked at you “What's with the scar on your neck? Not to pry or anything you don’t have to tell me if it's too personal, just never saw it before that's all” You reach up towards your neck seemingly forgetting that it was even there in the first place, you shrugged your shoulders you never knew what it came from, though something about it made you feel like you were, missing, something. You both returned to your home base that night, the night went on as usual, you both took turns in the only shower, ate Chinese take out and watched tv shows, however something was unsettling to you, you felt like you were being watched, the shadows seemed darker, like someone was in them, you pushed it to the back of your mind and just focused on the tv and Mark, some time during you both watching the tv Mark fell asleep on your chest, how you ended up in this position you don’t know, you played with his hair as you stopped paying attention to the tv his soft snores seemed more interesting than the tv show on now, you stared at Mark for what felt like hours but in the end was minutes, but that uneasy feeling in the back of your mind never disappeared instead it got stronger, you always felt eyes on you no matter where you looked around the room it always stayed you thought you were just paranoid so you ignored it eventually the feeling subsided later into the night and you fell asleep, with mark on your chest while on the couch, though the feeling of being watch was gone for now it would be back again always in the Dark.

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Wilford sat at his desk as he worked on the new script for his next interview, the door creaked open as you walked in holding two cups of coffee, one labeled, 'Warfstache' with a his signature pink mustache underneath the text and the other just a plain white mug. "Thank you very much," Wilford said in his signature accent. That's what you loved about him, his goofy accent, his fun personality, although he may pull out his gun once in a while, you would do anything for him, and you seriously meant anything.

Although this love was one sided you were content with it, as long as you could stay by his side that's all that mattered to you. Wilford looked up at you as you were swept up in your own thoughts before starting to talk, you were too busy staring at his face and daydreaming you tuned everything out before you finally left the trance to see him standing in front of you. "Are you even listening, for god's sake, please focus, I need you to come here" He said before gently grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to his desk, pushing you back into his chair.

"What do you think of this line" Wilford pointed to a line on the piece of paper, with one hand on the back of the chair and the other resting on the desk near the line you could practically hear his heartbeat with how close you were, you let your head dip down looking at your lap. Wilford noticed and spinned the chair around so your body faced his, he gently grabbed your chin making you look up at him.

"Are you truly okay, I can't overwork my workers" He asked looking down on your face before letting his eyes take in your beauty, his eyes fell to your lips as he scanned your face. Before you could speak again he was already face to face with you, lips connected, you reached up with your arms to wrap them around his neck before he suddenly picked you up out of the chair and sat you on the desk, parting your lips from his after a while to catch a breath. "You have no idea how long I have been waiting for that," you said breathlessly, looking up at Wilford.

"You have no idea for how long I was willing to let you" Wilford with a smirk emerging on his face. You truly thought it was all a one sided love, were you wrong?

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The storm ravaged on throughout the night as you lay paralyzed in your bed, staring at something that was there.

A dark figure stood not to far away from the foot of your bed, staring at the posters on the wall, admiring them in some sort of way, the dark figure took a pause as it walked further among your wall of posters, turning slightly just enough for it to see you "Your posters are amazing I must say, although they might get a bit messy tonight" The figure said in a deep voice that seemed to echo through the room. Although the rain clouds blocked plenty of the moon's light, you could still catch a glimpse of what it looked like from the light shining from the street lights.

A man with pale skin that looked almost gray with sunken eyes that were rimmed with black, almost pitch black hair that was swept to the side to look professional but still had pieces sticking out here and there. Blue and red seemed to merge in and out of his body as he moved along the wall. "You do realize it is rude to stare, right" The man said turning around to face you, shaking in your bed, your pupils dilating as he approached the side of your bed, almost close enough for you to touch his hand that resided at his side, but you couldn't, you were stuck in a state of fear.

"I truly am sorry" The man paused. "For this I mean" He continued before taking out a knife seemingly out of nowhere plunging it into your abdomen before twisting it making you grunt louder as you writhed in pain.

You couldn't fight, your body was too scared and weak, you couldn't scream it was as if your voice was drowned out, you just laid there, blood slowly pooling out underneath you as he removed the knife.

He watched you slowly drift away into the cold embrace that you so desperately pleaded for with your eyes from the pain he inflicted...

A cold embrace of death.

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The moonlight had started to shine through the cell window, lining Yancy's sleeping figure on his bunk. You looked at him from above, bending over the bars to see him sleeping peacefully facing the edge, you saw his eye twitch while he turned a little bit in the bed so his chest faced the top bunk, and head turned to the side.

You climbed down from the top bunk slowly to not disturb Yancy while he's sleeping. You kneeled down by the edge of his bed to see his breathing become unsteady and sweat beginning to form on his forehead, his arm slid away from his chest to the edge of the bed hanging over.

You reached out to his hand and held it, placing it back on the bed before suddenly you were pulled into his bed facing towards the wall, "Youse are really pretty, ya know" Yancy said burying his head into your neck. Yancy certainly knew how to make you blush, and this was it.

Two things Yancy liked most in 'Happy Trails Penitentiary' was number one you of course, next came the moon that had perfectly shone through the cell windows for the years Yancy had been there, even six months ago when you first were admitted you found him staring at the moon sometime at night, you usually went back to sleep or joined him by the window, you both were perfectly fascinated with the moon, you guess that's when the nickname 'Moonlight' came to be. "Moonlight, youse really the best thing since I came to this jail to happen to me" He murmured into your shoulder.

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Though you were past the age to be read stories, you liked to listen to books being read to you, it helped you sleep, keep the nightmares away, even for a little bit.

That's why you loved Host, his voice mixed with his ability to immerse himself into the story as if he was there amazed you, it helped you experience things you couldn't experience while you were a kid, now that brings us to this point in time.

You laid in your bed rolling around like you were in a bad dream, Host sat on the couch in the living room listening to an audio book, suddenly he heard a scream come from the room you were sleeping in. Host opened the door to see you on the bed curled up inside a ball, he walked up to the bedside, sitting down shifting the bed. "The Host wonders if Y/N is okay?" Host says in his infamous 3rd person voice over.

You were caught off guard and didn't have time to wipe the tears away that had formed. "The Host wonders if Y/N would like for him to tell them a story until they fell asleep?" Host sits up properly while he hears a meak "Yes" come from you, he seems to be digging around somewhere in his brain to find a story to tell, one he found it he started to narrate

"Once upon a time many centuries ago, lived a woman, she lived deep in the forest, so far from the village, people started to become suspicious of what she did. One day they asked a rather handsome traveler to investigate the house where the woman resided, the villagers had offered to pay him 2 gold bars to complete this task, and so he accepted. The traveler had wandered along the path leading to the woman's house eventually appearing at her door, he knocked once, no answer, then he knocked again, again no answer, then he knocked for a third time still no answer, he eventually opened the door to find the most beautiful woman he had ever seen on his travels. The traveler asked the woman "What is a beautiful woman like you doing in his tiny cabin in the woods" the woman turned her head to look at the traveler before responding "I'm waiting for my mother" The traveler looked confused before he turned around to see a rather hideous woman standing in the doorway, but something was off when he turned around the woman as gone then everything went black in his eyes, the house was a trap, the woman lured travelers into the cabin and used them, in what way? We may have no idea but in the end the village kept their gold as they had done for years."

The Host looked down at your sleeping figure now that now laid sleeping at his side as he closed off the story.

Your very own story just for you.

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The tapping of their shoes against the hall made the silence all more empty.

They approached the double doors with zero intentions to remain civil, they pushed open the door hard enough to alert the man behind them but gently enough to not hit anything beyond them.

"Damien, we need to talk", they said as they looked at the man who was surprised by their visit. "(Y/N), to what do I deserve the pleasure of seeing your face this late?" Damien asked, hiding his surprise from them.

"I think you know very well why I'm here, you stood me up!", they said, stepping toward his desk before their hands were laid on his desk. "I stood you up? (Y/N) would you be a dear and tell me the time, I forgot my watch" Damien said carefully confused, he thought it was still 9:00. 

He knew what he was doing, you loved him all too much and even more when he called you dear. "It's 11:15, Damien, you were supposed to meet me three hours ago for dinner" they said looking down at the watch Damien gifted them last Valentines day. "My Dear-, I am so sorry, nothing I can say would make what I did okay" Damien said, lifting himself from his desk.

You turned around and walked over to the couch near his desk and set down your stuff. He walked over to you, he had abandoned his blazer earlier that night onto the couch, along with his tie, god he looked handsome you thought to yourself you almost forgot why you were mad, your friends always did say you never could stay mad at a pretty face you guessed this is what they meant, though he was absolutely gorgeous you stood your ground, it may have been your stubborn personality, or the side that you attained while being the district attorney you didn't budge when Damien apologized again "I'm sorry my dear, I lost track of time, the paperwork kept on piling up during the day and I thought I could get it done before dinner turns out I was wrong"

 He rested his hand on your upper arm and looked into your eyes, god his beautiful brown eyes, you could get lost in them forever if you wanted to but you couldn’t, you shouldn’t, not while your still mad at him so you snapped out of it, you glanced down at his collard shirt, god damn it he's making this so hard for you to stay mad at him “Darling? Are you okay” He questioned using his hand that wasn’t on your shoulder to pull your chin up to look him in the eyes again. He caught you staring, you started to blush before turning away from him “I’m fine” You said quietly just enough for him to hear you. You turned around and grabbed his tie from the couch before returning to him “Let's go home, I had them put the food for to go after you didn’t show up” You said as the anger slowly dissipated but you made sure to mention that he forgot just to make him know you were still upset. 

You began to retie his tie around his neck concentrating on tying the tie correctly, as you did so. Damien looked enamored with you, every movement, every frustrated sound you made while tying his tie, he loved it, he loved you. After a struggle against his tie you succeeded after he had put on his blazer and grabbed his coat from the coat rack near the door, you both made your descent to the ground floor using the elevator. After you both had returned to his car and both sat inside, out of the cold Damien looked at you before gently holding your face, turning it towards him, he gently placed a kiss onto your lips before returning both his hands to the wheel, he left you in a state of shock, not that you both have never kissed it was just that Damien never kissed you in public, in fear that something may go wrong and effect both of them. Blush creeped up your neck as you looked out the window, looking at the lamppost on the near empty street save for some people returning from bars, halfway through the drive home Damien grabbed your hand and held it the rest of the ride home.

You laid in bed while Damien finished his shower, after a few minutes you heard the shower turn off and the door creak open, the draws to your shared dresser could be heard opening, after Damien had changed he climbed into the bed with you, you didn’t turn around you faced away from him, after facing away from him and he realized you wouldn’t turn around he moved closer to you and wrapped his arm around your waist, resting his head in the crook of your neck you could feel the vibrations as he said something “Are you still mad at my dear” He said awaiting your response, after contemplating “Yes, I am”You said with no anger in your voice only a slightly annoyed tone, Damien chuckled after hearing your response “I Love you” he said as he kissed the side of your neck, then your cheek before returning to his original position, you stayed silent as you processed what he had said “I love you too Damien” those were the last words uttered that night as you both fell asleep in eachothers arms,both enamored with each other so much so that you forgot why you were mad in the first place, it didn’t matter because you loved this man, no one could change that. 

The next day you both received an invitation to your dear friend Marc's house, the man had isolated himself from the world after his-- Divorce, you were both were glad to see your friend again, nothing could go wrong at this get together, right?

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The soft tapping of Captains boots echoed in the hallway as they walked towards the bridge, the soft tap of their hand on the scanner was the only sound besides the soft hum of the ship.

They entered the bridge to find Mark standing in front of the console “Mark, why are you up?” The Captain seemed confused at first that was until they heard Mark speak “This is your fault, isn’t it Captain” Mark said as he turned around and looked at you from the console, the Captain looked confused at Marks behavior as they approached him “Mark, What-” The Captain stopped as they looked into Marks eyes from where they stood before they let out a soft laugh “Mark, this is a joke right? We fixed the paradox-” They said rubbing the exhaustion from their face “Are you sure about that Captain? How do you know that this isn’t just another universe that you will destroy?” The way Mark said Captain was unsettling. “Mark stop, I- We fixed the paradox, everyones fine, I’m fine,you were fine” Captain walked a bit closer, just close enough to look at his face clearly “But how do you know that? You have been avoiding me this entire time, so how do you know that i'm Fine” The last part was said with malice as Mark looked at Captain before it all went black.

A short gasp was let out as the Captain quickly rose from their bed, before they glanced over at Mark's sleeping form on the other side of their shared quarters, before letting out a sigh they seemed to be holding. They glanced down at their hand after a few minutes of gathering themself, the scar from the crystal was still there almost as a reminder of all the lives they failed.

The slight creak from the bed as the captain got up from the bed caused Mark to stir but not ultimately wake up, The slight tap of the captain's feet as they tapped against the cold floor towards the kitchen in their shared quarters, passing Chica in the living room who was sleeping. The dim light emanating from the strip lights along the cabinets illuminated the cabinets just enough for Captain to see the packets of instant coffee Mark hid in the back of the cupboard to keep Captain from pulling all nighters, as Captain stirred their coffee they heard a soft tapping of feet down the hallway in front of the kitchen, they turned around prepared to grab the pocket knife they had in their pocket from the day before (You would be surprised on how many people are willing to kill the Captain for their position, don’t work their taken care of…) as the Captains eyes adjusted they saw a half asleep Mark in the hallway using the walls as some sort of guide.

“Captain? Why are you up, Its-” Mark said as he stared down at his watch illuminating his face a little “3:29 am, it’s almost 3:30 you should be asleep by now”.

Mark said approaching the Captain, almost tripping over Chicas dog toys along the way “Just couldn’t sleep, my question is why are you up?” They questioned as they walked closer to the couch, sitting down a few feet away from where Mark stood.

“Captain, you’ve been doing this for days, don’t think I don’t know, I’m your second in command for god's sake” Mark said approaching the couch sitting right next to Captain “Why are you up, give me the real reason” Mark asked, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

As Captain told him about the Nightmares he slowly inched closer to Captain until he had them fully enveloped in a hug, they slowly relaxed as they started to become more sleepy, Mark noticed them leaning more on him and picked them up, in their sleepy state they nuzzled closer into his chest.

The slight creak of the door opening was only a background noise for Captain as they drifted in and out of sleep. Mark placed them down on the bed letting them get comfortable in his bed. He entered the bathroom before coming back out, what for they had no idea.

The slight shift in weight as Mark entered the bed caused the Captain to wake up a little bit. Mark got under the covers a bit before wrapping his arms around their waist as he snuggled into the crock of the Captain's neck. Captain reached up and played with Mark's hair until they both fell asleep, cuddling.

The next morning Mark recalled only a little bit of what happened the night before, so he was surprised to see Captain with their hand in his hair and his arms wrapped around them like they were a teddy bear, he wasn’t complaining though, he got to wake up to their handsome and or, beautiful face. He digged his head into their neck placing a little kiss on their chin before carefully removing himself successfully without waking up captain, and heading towards the bathroom to shower then make breakfast.

When the captain woke, thirty minutes later to find Mark making breakfast, a smile emerged on their face, how lucky they were to wake up to his face cooking them breakfast.

Lets just say that Captain was getting much better sleep due to someone.