#gdimika

Keep in mind i totally forgot about the fact that a New-U station exists and people don’t really die (Ooohhh it's been awhile since I’ve done anything in relation to borderlands)

To whoever sent this in, I am so so so so so sorry, I know you waited so long and I'm terrible at being timely. (Mod Bandit should be giving me personal deadlines)

“Shit!” (Y/n) hissed when they stumbled into Zed’s place in Sanctuary. They slowly made their way to the medical table, hoping to not pass out. (Y/n) had gotten into a pretty nasty fight with the bandits just outside of sanctuary, receiving cuts and bruises all over their entire body. The bullet wound in their side wasn’t making anything better either, a painful reminder that bandits in large numbers aren’t something to be taken lightly, even if they are just bandits. (Y/n) groaned, dropping their weapons and heavy gear, and made their way to the operating table. Zed lifted his head at the commotion since he was restocking the vending machine and quickly made his way over to (Y/n).

“The hell is all this?” Zed gestures with a frown, “damn, how many times am I going to have to sew you up before you realize you can’t just run around like a psycho?” he says dramatically. He looks at their tired form and picks (Y/n) up gently and gently places them on the table, moving the bright overhead lamp so that Zed could get a better look. His eyes are scanning (Y/n)’s body rapidly, looking for any serious injuries that might need to be taken care of immediately. As his hand ghosts over the bullet wound at their side, he frowns, deciding to work on that first. As he gets his supplies from a nearby table, (Y/n) says tiredly, “Look, Zed, Sweetheart, it's not that bad.” Zed only raises an eyebrow at their attempt to console him as he sets to work on his beloved and reckless S/O.

“Just hold still now, this will be over in a minute,” Zed says as he gathers up his supplies and begins to fix (Y/n) up.

(time skip of a few hours brought to you by me not knowing anything about healing people~)

After (Y/n) was all sewn up and taken care of, Zed lifted them off the table and brought them to another room. (Y/n) didn’t bother to look around, they already knew from the lingering scent of alcohol in the room that it was Zed’s. He brought them over to his bed and set them down, careful not to jar them, lest he tears something open and causes any more pain. Once he set them down, he gave them another once over, looking to see if anything changed between the table and now with a look of concern on his face. Once he was satisfied with what he saw, he went over and turned on one of the nearby lamps before returning to his S/O. Zed carefully laid down next to them, and wrapped his arms gently around (Y/n). As he gently ran his fingers through their hair, he said absentmindedly, “Why do you keep doing this (Y/n)? There will come a time where you will get hurt and I will not be able to fix you up.” When (Y/n) didn’t respond to him, Zed stopped stroking their hair and just held them close, breathing in their scent and just appreciating the fact his S/O was here with him. He didn’t expect a response, but he was surprised when when (Y/n) turned around and curled up to Zed, mumbling quietly, “Because I need to find the vault before Jack does.”

“Now why is that so important (Y/n)?” he asked confused.

“So that Jack doesn’t come for anyone...especially you,” They say staring at Zed.

“And why would it matter if Jack came for me?” he asked, trying to read the look in their eyes.

“Because I love you.”

-Mod Mika ^-^

Sure Thing!

“Hey Rhys, can you come here a sec? This computer starting to act up and I’m not sure why,” said (Y/n) as they fiddled around with it, trying to keep the computer screen from creating any fuzzy, blurry images, because, damn it, this was starting to get on their last nerve and if it isn’t fixed soon..

“Here let me see, I’m pretty sure it’s nothing (Y/n),” said Rhys as he took the computer from (Y/n).” He set it down on the counter to get a better look. Just as he was setting the computer down, Jack appeared and lazily leaned against the counter staring at what Rhys was doing.

“Y’know kiddo, it’s gotta be the graphics card.. Or the fact that it’s a piece of junk..,” says jack as Rhys begins to look inside the computer. Jack only spares a glance at the inside of the computer, seeing nothing but dust, cobwebs, and torn wires before saying, “No, I take that back.. It looks like something a stalker spit up.”

“I don’t need your commentary, Jack!,” Rhys says harshly, because heaven forbid that (Y/n) found out about jack….. Because, well, Rhys didn’t have that discussion with (Y/n) yet. At this, Jack’s eyes light up as he gets up from leaning against the counter, “I forgot, they don’t know about me…keep it that way Rhysie.” As Jack says this, (Y/n) walks over to Rhys and hugs him from behind, wrapping their arms snugly around his waist. (Y/n) then asks, “who’s Jack, sweetie?” At (Y/n)’s question, Rhys tenses and jack smiles a wicked and all-knowing smile. Jack then whispers smugly into Rhys’s ear, “Yea sweetie, who’s jack?”

“Oh! No one (Y/n),” Rhys says quickly, eyes focusing intensely on the computer.

“Why are you avoiding the question?,” (Y/n) inquires. (Y/n) always shrugged off anything random Rhys said, thinking that He was just talking to himself, but whenever (Y/n) asked him about it, Rhys would avoid the subject entirely.

“This, whatever it is you’re trying to avoid talking about, isn’t something you’re going to be able to avoid forever so I suggest whatever the hell it is, you tell me,” (Y/n) insists because now, whatever it is, is going to be discussed, whether Rhys liked it or not. Rhys pretend to not hear (Y/n) because, damn it, he doesn’t wanna go down this road.

At this jack says sarcastically, “They’re really smart, You really know how to pick ‘em Rhysie. I’m surprised they’re finally piecing things together. Oh, and to answer their question, I’m just your friendly neighborhood (psychopath) who lives in Rhys’s head and watches you two sleep toge-” Rhys cuts Jack off sharply and whirls in Jack’s direction, no longer focused on the computer,  “You do not watch us do that. “

“Who watches us do what?” (Y/n) demands, no longer hugging Rhys, “You know what, forget that, what the hell, no, who the hell are you talking to?!” (Y/n) begins to raise their voice in irritation because they’re getting sick of this. Jack looks at the chaos in front of him and only says “Yea, there’s only so much I can do when I’m trapped inside your head, I have to find ways to entertain myself.”

“Jack!” Rhys shouts in anger. “Rhys!” they grab Rhys’s arm,“You tell me everything that is going on, or I’m having your ass thrown to the damn skags outside!” (Y/n) threatens, because they know Rhys would rather spill everything he knows then be ripped apart between the jaws’ of various skags.

“Ok Ok Ok (Y/n), just… don’t toss me out to the skags,” Rhys pleads.

“Then talk,” says (Y/n), letting go of Rhys’s arm.

“Ha! I can’t believe I’m going to be sold out on an empty threat!,” Jack says incredulously.

“Well, Jack is-,” Rhys never finished his statement as he went and swooped up (Y/n) and kissed them passionately. Like hell he’s gonna tell them about Jack.

-Mod Mika ^-^

Mod Mika here! Yes, I’m here to help Mod Bandit in her quest to provide imagines/headcanons/etc. but there should be 2 things I should mention:

1) Mod Bandit’s totally right, I don’t think I can do this. (but I’m sure I’ll be alright, with a little time anyway)

2) I’m not going to answer things perfectly.. (I tend to deviate from the prompt sometimes... as the lovely Mod Bandit knows) but I don’t mind any constructive criticism.

Other than that, Happy Reading~