#macready x reader

Internally, Mac's fighting a war with himself. He'd spent so long ignoring all of the ways that you and him are similar, but you were so patient with him- so understanding- and it rocked him to his core. How can he continue to brush you off after you so effectively brought him back to the present using skills that you yourself explained to him months before? He'd laughed at you then. As he watches you settle into your usual divot on the couch, seemingly recharged and ready to join in the festivities once more, he makes a mental vow to treat you with more respect.

From then on, he starts noticing more about you. He sees the way that your hand drifts to your coat pocket to mess with the ball bearing when you're trying to listen to Garry's droning instructions; how you put in earplugs when the rest of the guys are perfectly fine with the deafening rumble of the snowmobile; your quick retreats that, oddly enough, coincide with him reaching his own limit and escaping to his shack to be alone.

Neither of you discuss it, but something about Mac just... softens over time in regards to you. He's more patient when you need him to repeat instructions; he 'just so happens' to have something on him when you forget that ball bearing on a long expedition; he's quick to stand up for you when the guys are being too hard on you, using his unspoken authority to redirect their invasive questions and jokes elsewhere.

Doesn't outright invite you to the shack- just jerks his chin toward the station's main door and mutters, "You comin'?" on a random night when he notices you're more fidgety than usual.

Nights out there are spent in intimate peace, with you reading or rambling about whatever comes to mind while Mac drinks and plays chess or just sits and listens to you.

He doesn't sleep much, but sometimes, you fall asleep sitting next to each other on the floor. You spend many a Monday with a sore neck after waking up with your head flopped onto his shoulder. His arm is always wrapped around you. You don't ask, and he continues to hold you while you sleep.

He tries to tone down the sarcasm if you have a hard time differentiating between jokes and the truth, and if you ever need an innuendo explained to you in a loud, brash voice, he's your man.

He'll deny that there's any sentimental motivation behind it when he gifts you one of the sweaters that he packed for the winter but never wears. "You like these things, so here." You inspect it, lips stretching into a knowing grin when you discover that the tags have already been cut off.

"It's how you like 'em, isn't it?" He mutters over the rim of his glass, looking anywhere but at you.

He gives your sleeve a short tug that's not supposed to mean anything. The way that his eyes dart between the sweater and your face, fingers tightening around his tumbler, betrays his nervousness. He lets out a huff of laughter as you tear off your ratty sweatshirt and toss it onto the rec room couch in favor of trying on the sweater. It's soft and recently washed, and a little too wide in the shoulders.

"It's perfect," You breathe, "Thank you."

R.J.MACREADY

★Basing this on my experience for a moment, I actually experienced so many pain flares during this winter due to how cold it got here. I can only imagine how severe the back pain must be in the outpost. Basing this on my experience for a moment, I actually experienced so many pain flares during this winter due to how cold it got here. I can only imagine how severe the back pain must be in the outpost.

★While everyone in the outpost experiences their grumbles about how cold it is, they quickly adapt to your behaviour and don't think much of your groans and moans. Mac at first wouldn't think much of it, probably even roll his eyes at you and label you as dramatic in his head.

★But as you grow closer, Mac would pick up how often this occurs and be quick to recognise that something is off. Watching closer and noticing habits like; how slow you are to move or get up. How you cling to the heater or other methods to stay warm, such as hot water bottles, tea and etc. How snappy you get on expedition, or how reluctant you are to bend down.

★He won't act much at this point, not wanting to make a fool out of himself by a simple hunch. Especially if you haven't told him yet. Leaving it as 'your business', but he will do some small actions, like nudging any portable heater in your direction. Making comments that there's freshly hot coffee made. Along with keeping an eye on you more during any expedition outside.

★But once in a relationship, where either you tell him about your back problems or it gets confirmed by Copper.

"Before you go, Mac." MacReady spins around to face Dr. Copper, wondering what else he could want from him. He watches impatiently, annoyed to be delay in meeting up with you, as the older man is unlocking the medical cabin and appears to be fishing for some meds. He finds what hes looking for and shakes the bottle lightly as the meds inside rattle. Mac shoulders drops a little as he watches attentively. "Could you pass this along?" At the sound of your name, MacReady becomes focus on the subject. Realising it's his opportunity to confirm about his hunch. Mac open his hand to receive the bottle, reading the name and dosage carefully. "Sure. This is for…?" Mac trails off. "It's for their back." "For their back. Right. Got it." Mac nods his head and walks out of the room. Giving the bottle another quick read before and tucking it in his pocket. His hand still protective holding it as he leaves the room, going off to find you.

★That's when he really becomes proactive in helping with your back pain, but still in his standoffish ways.

★He first starts by dumping blankets on you at any given moment you mention you're cold. Doesn't matter where you are, in the lab, rec room or in your/his room. He makes a show about getting up, stomping away as his grumbles. You never ask for a blanket, mainly complaining for the sake of it. But Mac still gets up after a swing of his drink.

You snuggle deeper into your bedsheets, hoping to get warm and that it will help ease your tense muscles when a sudden pressure is dump on top of you. You let out a whine of pain and annoyance and struggle to get it off– tangle in your sheets. However, your struggle is cut short as the weight is lifted off and gets readjusted to a more comfortable position. You can faintly hear a familiar grumbling above you and as your head is free from the blanket. You poke out from under your covers to see MacReady giving you a mocking smile. "Better?" he ask. "Yes," you beam happily, grateful for the act as he roll his eyes and he leaves your room.

★If you ask nicely, you could get him to sit next to you to share the blanket, and you have a 50/50 chance of him placing his arm around your shoulders in the rec room. If you ask nicely when you're alone in his or your room, you can get a nice cuddle. If you're lucky.

★He'll give you his sweaters to wear as an extra layer before you go outside. When noticing you struggling to walk, he stands beside you and encourages you to grab him as support.

★Would roughly place some meds on your tablet as he walks past or remind you to take some.

★If you're having a really bad day and need to rest due to the pain. He'll either start any sort of card games with you or just spill any stories to help take your mind off the pain. After he brought you med pains or made sure you took them.

★Depending on how you feel about touch during these painful moments, he offers in his roundabout way to cuddle. For 'extra warmth', of course.

JACK BURTON

☆Himbo Jack Burton

☆Jack will see and notice your signs of pain, e.g, slowing down, sighing, and straightening your posture. But he can be a little oblivious at times and not make the connection that those signs mean you're experiencing back pain.

At best, he'll probably think the weather is bothering you and give you his jacket if it's cold or suggest something to help with the spring/summer heat. At worst, he'll think you're being moody or that he's done something wrong.

☆In the beginning, for Jack to notice and understand what's happening will happen in two ways. Either you have to tell him. Or if you don't like sharing that burden, after enough time, Jack will point-blank ask what's wrong with you.

☆If he had to ask, he would softly scold you. Saying things like,

"Now, there's no reason to act all tough around ol' Jack Burton! If you're hurtin', you shoulda told me!"

But if you tell him, he's giving you the saddest puppy dog eye look,

"Aw, baby, your back hurtin'? Here, let me help."

☆Afterwards, in a relationship, he'll still be slow to pick up that you're in pain, but he'll eventually make the connection on his own and is ready to offer his help.

"What? And miss dinner?" Jack's jaw drop as he watches you, shoulders drop as you curve inward. Back hunch due to pain that you can't even make it to the truck and instead have insisted on return back inside your apartment for a lie down. Honestly, you feel bad for having to cancel on dinner plans, but you thought your back was only slightly sore. Enough to make it through dinner yet taking the few steps outside is causing the ache in your back to protest loudly. "Sorry." "Hang on a bit," Jack shakes his head at your guilt-filled responses. You have no reason to apologisse for being in pain, he huffs softly out of frustration of being unable to help you sooner. Hearing his footsteps apporaching, you turn you head to look over your shoulder just as his arms embrace you. Reaching around to gently grab your arms to guild them into a cross over your chest. "What are you doing?" you ask in alarm as you feel Jack press his chest to your back. "What's does it look like? Helping!" "What?" "On three." " Jack!" "Three!" Jack then leans back, bring you with. Shock at the sudden action you didn't get enough time to protest or try to escape his hold when a sudden crack is heard from your back. A sudden wave of relief washes over you, the tension in your back fades and you hang limp in his arms to process how pain free you are. "…You crack my back?" "I sure did." Jack answer proudly, knowing his trick work as he continues to hold you in the middle of the hallway in your apartment building.

☆Jack's go-to solution is to crack your back. He's been on the road for long stretches of time, and he's had his fair share of muscles cramping and begging to be free from his cap. In Jack's experience, a good stretch to help ease those joints is what works best.

☆When he goes to crack your back, there will be times when he just goes for it. Like a surprise of sorts, if he feels it's what you need. But he will also ask you before laying a hand on you. He has a surprisingly good intuition when it comes to it.

☆He'll be so giddy if you ask him to do it. Big smile on his face, rubbing his hands together and maybe even a cheeky innuendo.

☆During those times when you're feeling sensitive to the touch, or the pain is too much that you decline his offer for a back crack. He'll respect your choice, but will then become lost on what to do. He'll stand uncertainly with his hands hovering until he tucks them in his pocket. So you have to guide him and tell him what works best for you, to which he'll diligently follow every instruction to the letter.

☆He is giving you the princess/prince/ babygirl/babyboy- however you want to call it, treatment!

☆If you drop something and say you can't grab it due to your back hurting, the first few times, he makes a show of picking it up. Saying cheese nicknames when giving it back,

"for my princess/prince/ruler" etc,

but sometimes he'll just hold onto it for you.

☆Giving you every pillow in the house/apartment to ease your back. This behaviour follows in the truck or your car. Either giving you his pillow to place on the seat or having a designated pillow for you. Regardless of how your pain feels, it's easy for him to go overboard with it but the intention is very pure.

☆Jack will even ask Wang if he has any tea or to ask Uncle Chu for any remedies to help with back pain.

GABRIEL CASH

★Gabriel noticed you have back pains even before you two got together. Taking notice during office hours, leaning back in his chair to catch sight of you and mentally taking note how offer you bring a hand to rub your back during a single day.

★In the beginning, Gabriel is pretty open about how willing he is to help you but skilful enough to make it feel effortless. To prevent you from thinking guiltily of needing help or that he's treating you differently because of it. He just wants to help out his crush, that's all.

★He does things like snatching anything heavy out of your hands and making it feel like he's teasing you. Like a game of keep away. Partly it's him helping you, but also getting to spend more time with you in between trying to solve cases.

Your back struggles with the weight of the box, you're fairly sure it's not even that heavy but given how sore your back is. It feels like you're carrying weights not files, but you're determine to get through the busy hallway to the elevator while not hitting anyone with it. You're so focus at the task of weaving and dodging others that you don't notice Gabriel walking towards you until he snatches the box out of your hands. "Cash!" you gawk at him, shock that he just grab it out of your hands it takes you a moment to realise he's currently walking away with it. "Hey! Give that back!" you shout as you follow after him. "Oh, this?" Gabriel ask, shaking the box a little with a teasing smile. " I'm taking it upstairs." "You're going the opposite way!" You whine, yet Gabriel gives you an innocent shrug as he rounds the corner. "GABRIEL!" you shout, chasing after him. You make it around the corner and see the other elevator doors open before Gabriel, taking note of how dramatically less busy this area is compare to where you were. "After you," Gabriel nods his head at elevator. You huff as you enter before him, too annoyed to acknowledge Gabriel's help.

★He might even point-blank ask you how your back is doing. Checking in on you when he has the chance. Getting you to confirm your back issues on your own terms. But if you dodge his question or don't give all the details, he won't push it.

★He does other small acts like giving you more tea/coffee/water/soda - just general things to make you happy.

★When he sees you throw yourself into your chair and sigh heavily. Letting your whole body go slack, Gabriel is ready to offer any help, asking if you need anything. If he catches you sighing deeper, appearing to mentally prepare yourself just to get up from the chair. He is leaning against your desk and starting a conversation before you get up, all for the sake of letting you rest for a bit longer.

★If Gabriel is busy during the work shift, then he'll place some meds on your tablet as he works past or remind you to take some.

★He's pretty respectful of any boundaries you have in the workplace. That's if you work together. For any scenarios where you don't happen to work together, then Gabriel will check in on you every time you have lunch. Asking how your back is and having over-the-counter pain meds on the chance you need them.

★Once you're together and you tell him about your back problems, these actions still continue and will be followed with a kiss afterwards, on the cheek, forehead or on the lips to give you a boost and general encouragement.

★But now Gabriel is willing to do anything to help you out. This can range from him encouraging you to stretch in any place you are, to finding any empty room for you to stretch, to doing it in public. Gabriel wouldn't care about other people's opinions as he is more worried about your health, and even if you're embarrassed, he'll encourage you and do it with you if needed.

"Gabe, I'm not stretching here! There are people!" you hiss quietly as a couple walk past with their trolley. Out of all times for Gabriel to be stubborn, he chose to do it in the cereal selection all because you made a comment. "Who cares, it's good for you. Look, I'll do it too." Gabriel shrugs, taking a step away from the trolley that holds some items. He brings both of his arms above his head, out stretching his fingers as if trying to reach up while keeping his feet planted on the ground. "Gabriel!" you hiss out in disbelief as you look around the isle. Feeling motifly by the display. "Can't hear you over how good my back feels." You groan in annoynaces, sparing a glance at him and taking notice how his shirt rise up with his actions, showing the skin of his belly . "i'm not stopping until you stretch." "Ok! Fine!" you sigh as you copy him. You feel and hear short little clicks coming from your back as it realease the tension it's been holding. Your eyes close at the satisfied feeling of it. Finally feeling the pain slowly dwindle, you stay in the position longer than Gabriel as it help ease the pain. Once you open your eyes and slowly lower your arms, you see the self satisfy smile on Gabriel face. "well? feeling better?" "Yeah," You smile bashfully, " Thanks." "Anytime. Now, what ceral you want again?"

★His favourite method is back massages. He'll spend as much time as you need to work out any knots that could be plaguing you during your day. Either doing a quick over the clothes during your lunch break when you need it, or having more intimate calming moments at his apartment.

★If you have your own preferred methods to help with your back pain. You only have to say it once, and then Gabriel is doing it for you or giving you the items you need before you even have to voice it.

Warning(s)!: Sexual content, toys, edge play mentioned.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

✨ MacReady likes to play off being pretty macho in his everyday interactions, but after sex he's actually really soft.

✨ He's gonna want to help with whatever cleanup is needed and then cuddle with you, enjoying your company or talk softly with you about future plans.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

✨ MacReady's favourite body part of his has to be his face, specifically his jawline. He loves the way you trail your fingers over the sharp prominent line of his jaw, admiring it. Kissing it gently.

✨ The body part he enjoys most of yours has to be your ass. He's a big ass man (no surprises here). He loves being able to admire it, especially when he's taking you from behind. If you'd let him he's also down to spank you until your skin turns red.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

✨ Likes coming inside you, but isn't against being able to come on your back or ass (as stated his is a big fan). Just loves being able to see how much you can make him come and likes to see that sometimes displayed on your body.

✨ Also can't resist the look on your face when is able to make you come. Especially when he's inside of you. Knowing that's hitting all the right spots to send you over the edge is enough to really bring him close to coming himself.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

✨ Actually would be super down for a threesome with another person (gender doesn't matter), but is a little shy to bring it up to you. Not really a dirty secret, but something he generally keeps to himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

✨ MacReady has been around the block more then once. He knows what he likes and is pretty comfortable sharing that with anyone he's going to sleep with.

✨ He won't push a partner to do things they might be uncomfortable with if they're less experienced, but does have more of a preference for people with experience.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

✨ Really big fan of cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Likes watching you take control and lose yourself in pleasure. Also gives him a good view of your ass (lol).

✨ Also really into doggy style, a classic. Allowing him to take a bit of control and set the pace to both your liking is something which he loves.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

✨ MacReady isn't completely serious in the bedroom, but nor is he a complete goof.

✨ He will bring a bit of humor because it can sometimes make awkward experiences less awkward.

✨ Although he loves to be pretty passionate in the bedroom with someone he's close with, so that requires a lot more seriousness in his opinion.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

✨ MacReady is a very hairy dude, like very hairy. He does bathe and take care of his hygiene but doesn't really care about hair and won't judge another partner for having a lot of body hair themselves.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

✨ Can get really intimate if the mood is right, but usually reserves the really romantic intimacy to after having sex or before.

✨ If he's in the right mood he won't be opposed to holding you close or kissing you romantically while making love to you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

✨ When your not around or he's travelling for work he will masterbate. Usually he'll bring something that reminds him of you. This could be a lude picture of you.

✨ Generally though, if your around he'll be more likely to ask you to just have sex or initiate having sex instead.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

✨ Edge play is something which MacReady is a really big fan of. Likes it when he can keep you on the edge and then deny you your release.

✨ Also loves when you do the same for him until he loses control and really has to give it back to you

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

✨ Kinda vanilla about locations. Prefers it to be in the bedroom or in your shared home.

✨ Is actually pretty partial to counter sex. Nothing is more hot to him then bending you over the counter and taking you from behind.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

✨ Wearing revealing clothing, especially something which shows off thigh and legs can really get him going.

✨ Touching him intimately or running your fingers through his hair can also get him in the mood. Especially if you lean down and whisper what you want him to do to you in his ear.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

✨ Doesn't like the idea of being tied up or restrained in any way. That just takes to much of his ability to have self control away, which can make MacReady uncomfortable.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

✨ Really loves going down on you, and being able to keep you on the edge of orgasm for as long as possible.

✨ MacReady also loves being able to find out new ways he can use his mouth and tongue to unwind you completely.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

✨ Likes having a medium to faster pace, and can be a bit rough.

✨ If your really into moving slower he will do that, but his personal preference is a bit more aggressive.

✨ Sometimes can leave you with bruise marks in your skin from how hard he'll grip you, and will feel a bit guilty about it afterwards.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

✨ Really likes quickies when you don't have the time for a longer session.

✨ Is more partial to being able to have a full session and taking time to have sex even if his pace is more faster and rough.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

✨ He's moderately okay with taking risks and trying something new.

✨ Won't cross boundaries where he might be concerned that you could get hurt or him.

✨ As stated won't really do anything where it restricts his ability to move, but might be talked into handcuffs if your really convincing.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

✨ Can go for probably an 44 minutes to an hour. A bit on the longer side, but if you're getting tired he's pretty partial to making those sessions a little less long.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

✨ Is pretty open to using toys in the bedroom. Didn't really have any of his own until he met you, but is pretty intrigued.

✨ Likes using things which can stimulate you during sex. This can be something like different kinds of vibrators, anal toys like beads or plugs (if that's something you're comfortable with).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

✨ Can be a veeery big tease. Likes being able to drive you a bit crazy in the bedroom when he's in control.

✨ Usually during foreplay is when he can be the biggest tease, but when it gets down to business he can be pretty fair if he's not going to edge you to hell and back

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

✨ MacReady can be pretty vocal with grunts and some moans.

✨ However, he really enjoys when you are vocal, and will become more vocal, sometimes with dirty talk the more he thinks he's pleasing you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

✨ Actually has some interest in anal if that's something you're comfortable with.

✨ Probably would be something he could get pretty into if your super down with it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

✨ About average size for a man, about five and a half inches.

✨ Decently thick though and uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

✨ Moderate sex drive, but can become more active depending on how much his partner is interested in having sex.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

✨ Depending on how long the session is, MacReady can pass out pretty quick, especially after helping with cleanup and lying there in your arms.

Neither of us are particularly cheerful as we make it back to MacReady's shack, the man simply pulling me inside out of the cold and wrapping me in a tight embrace. His arms are firm around me, my own reciprocating the reassuring nature of the action as we relax into each other's touch for the first time in hours. Under my cheek, Mac's coat is cold, damp from the relentless snow outside but his breath is warm as he buries his face in my hair, nuzzling me affectionately, my heart skipping a beat at this unusual display of care. The man is generally callous, capable of showing that he cares for people but only in unconventional ways, like being incredibly overprotective. This close embrace is a rare occasion, but then it's well-earned.

Another wave of sorrow hits me as I recall the horrifying turn of events of the last few hours, ever since we found that damn dog. Thanks to that, we've now lost nearly half of the original team here at Outpost 31, with the rest of us paranoid and distrustful of each other, quick to temper and far too fast with our weapons. We've all lost friends, whether we like to admit it or not.

"Come on, it's warmer in the bed." Mac hums to me, voice muffled by my hair, the helicopter pilot pulling back slightly to look down into my eyes.

Recovering my composure, I nod and let him lead me over to his bed, where he quickly pulls back the covers and gets in, uncaring of whether or not he's still wearing filthy boots. Wrapping his arms around my waist, Mac pulls me down onto his chest, cradling me against him, helping to cultivate a new warmth that we both groan at, relaxing into each other. The numb coldness in my limbs slowly begins to ebb away as the heat from our combined bodies encompasses us, lulling me to sleep, though I don't want to - along with the harrowing yearning is a deep, hungry desire, my mind racing at the knowledge that this could well be our last few moments together. 

Mac seems to realise this, too, slipping cool hands under my shirt to massage my hips, his lips tenderly finding my neck. A sigh escapes me as he leaves butterfly kisses up my throat, steadily making his way to my lips, my hands sneaking around his neck as he presses closer. Arching into him, I feel his hands pin me against his body as he carefully rolls us over, caging me in with his arms. With deliberate slowness, his lips trail up my neck, ghosting over my jaw to my lips, leaving goosebumps forming all over my body.

When he finally kisses me, I can't stop the breathy moan of pleasure that leaves my throat, every nerve in my body alight and eagerly awaiting more. Kissing back, I fall into rhythm with him, our lips smoothing together languidly, tongues darting out to press against each other lovingly, drawing sounds from both of us. Threading my fingers through his hair, I feel something stir in my stomach, though it's not the pleasure I expected - it's stronger, somehow enhanced. Most likely it's due to our complete lack of intimacy in past weeks, though the slick coolness that pools in my gut is unusual. Shrugging it off, I continue kissing the man above me. 

By now, his hands have pushed up my shirt and coat, rough calluses leaving me sighing under his touch, his thumbs brushing over my clothed nipples. At his touch, I buck up into him, breaking from the kiss to let out a sharp moan. Mac smirks down at me, repeating his action. When I respond accordingly, he leans down and presses a kiss to my cheek.

"You wanna feel good, (Y/n)?" He hums to me, nosing at my neck lovingly.

"Yes!" I reply enthusiastically, trying to pull him back in for a kiss. 

Unfortunately, he pulls back, moving down my body with a devious look in his eyes. As he reaches my abdomen, the man pushes my shirt up, revealing my soft skin to the frigid air, maintaining eye contact with me as he slowly leans down. A moan tears itself inadvertently from my throat as he flattens his tongue against me, licking a strip up to my naval before pressing his lips above it in a hot kiss. Sucking marks as he goes, Mac presses multiple wet kisses up towards my chest, pinning me in place as I start to writhe. The feeling in my gut has spread, cold, wet discomfort now squirming through my abdomen, making its way to my chest at speed. 

A little concerned now, I try to ignore the slick feeling making its way through my body, focusing on Mac's hot mouth on my skin instead. He's licking back down towards my waistline now, nibbling here and there his beard scratching pleasantly along my sensitive skin. Pleasure ripples off of me in waves, moans falling like a mantra of his name from my lips, my hands gripping the sheets. 

And suddenly something has changed. 

It's not too noticeable at first, just a small change in my thought process. Pleasure is being registered, but a new instinct has kicked in, one I've been running off for the most of the night, though it's now at full throttle, sending a shock of tension through me. Then things get worse, my limbs now feeling somewhat unresponsive, though they are doing exactly as they are being told to. A secondary voice joins my inner monologue, though it's not a language I recognise, rather a mix of clicks and hisses spoken by a multitude of speakers.

Panicked, I sit up, using what control I have to push Mac away, my eyes wide.

"(Y/n)? What's wrong?" Mac asks, worried as he stares down at me, having knelt upright again.

"Something's wro- argh!" Pain suddenly explodes in my chest and shoulders, spreading quickly to my abdomen, my body folding in on itself to protect itself from the invisible attacker.

Agony sets every nerve alight inside me, drawing a broken scream from me as I quickly realise what's happening, my eyes widening. Instantly, I push Mac off and stumble away from him, putting space between us. Every instinct in me, not my own, shrieks at me to return, to carry on. To fit in.

"(Y/n)!" Mac shouts climbing off of the bed as I fall to my knees.

I wave him off as he tries to come over, my hands reaching to pull his desk in front of me.

"N-no!" I force out, lifting my head to look at him just as blood begins to pour from my nose, bubbling up in my mouth, "M-mac, it got me."

Hacking up a mouthful of blood and black fluid, I fall back onto my hands, coughing all over the floor. My thoughts and urges are quickly being taken over, my need to leave becoming harder to control now that my body is no longer my own. Glancing back up at him, I feel a sharp pang of grief go through me as I realise what needs to be done, seeing the horrified knowledge on Mac's face.

"Mac, you have to-" I'm cut off by a bout of coughing, blood spraying from my mouth as another spasm of agony shoots through me.

Screaming, I fold to the floor, unable to move as I feel the skin and flesh on my left shoulder blade tear apart. Blood pours down my back as something pushes from the gaping hole, unfolding to its full extent, a new limb for me to use. The pain swiftly triples as three more push through different points on my back, broken cries breaking past my lips, my eyes barely able to open as blood clouds my vision.

"Oh, god, (Y/n)! No, no, no, this can't be happening!" Mac's voice is grief-ridden, helpless and hopeless, "You son of a bitch! Fuck you, you alien piece of shit!"

His sorrow pushes me into action, drawing on my last ounce of control and strength. Staggering, I climb to my feet, reeling as I turn and limp to the door, groaning at the pain. Falling against it, I leave bloody handprints in my wake as I fight every instinct inside me and open it, tumbling out into the raging snowstorm beyond. Behind me, I can barely hear as Mac follows me, the flamethrower he's taken to carrying around held in hand, body tense. 

Shuffling back away from any building, I look up at him, retching up a brackish fluid as I make eye contact. 

"M-Mac, p-please…" The icy wind is bitingly cold, tearing into my body relentlessly, ruthless in how it shreds my every limb.

In the dim light, I can see tears streaming down his face, mirroring my own, his grief and sorrow breaking my heart even as another tendrils bursts through my ribcage, drawing a harsh scream from me.

"(Y/n)...I'm so sorry…" He murmurs, barely audible as he levels the flamethrower at me.

Terror and panic explode within me, my hands scrabbling to get me away from it, though they aren't too responsive in the cold. Any of my own thoughts are very quickly being extinguished, angry and frightened emotions taking over.

"Mac please! I love you!" I scream at him as he finally presses the trigger.

Instantly, blazing heat surrounds me, bright orange blinding me as the pain suddenly becomes bearable. I'm finally warm again, properly this time. I can't see anything now, can't feel anything, numbing heat flowing over my skin, caressing me lovingly, burning away my skin and flesh, blackening the atrocities that have buried themselves within me.