#Medic cameraman

[striderl]

Sheetz 'bout to blow when single Dads decide to arm wrestle

Veteran belongs to @cosmica-galaxy

[love-draw-fanart]

As a medic, being fully prepared is extremely important

[tabieeee]

I just felt like drawing cams

[h4nk1ller]

Something I drew in class

Translation

"The Skibidi are chasing us, do you wanna die!?"

"sit down"

"fuck no"

"quick"

and then a camera heli crash onto the Skibidi

[askthesmoltitans]

Do you guys have cabling inside you? Like blood streams but with electricity?

There's a few mumbles before a medic cam answers as there's been debates on what exactly is their blood system.

"We do have cabling but we're also a bit more complex as we have electrical cabling but also coolant tubing which in all retrospect the coolant and energy are both blood lines for us. We can't exactly go without one or the other since we do produce a lot of heat and need energy to function." The Medic Cam answers while being teased for his original panic when the question came through the tablets.

[m-passer]

…….. NO. STOP STOP-

WHICH ONE?!?!!?!!?

wait a minute...

YEAHHHHH-

my life is better

[tatsumessy]

Bloody nose - { Rin, Sae, Nagi }

You get elbowed in the nose at their game.

rin itoshi

you were sitting in the VIP section scrolling through your phone during a break not noticing the the couple arguing right next to you. apparently the kiss cam showed up and focused on the wrong couple so they were now arguing and the guy next to you was waving his arms around being obnoxiously loud when his hand knocked your phone out of your hands. you bent down to pick it up seeing the cracks on the phone and as you were coming back up his elbow came back and hit you square in your nose.

you fell back onto the ground holding your nose in pain. the man didn’t even realize what he did because he was so busy arguing with his girlfriend. thankfully the man that was sitting behind you yelled at the guy for hitting you which ended up with them two fighting each other. it was a big mess and to make it worse your nose started to bleed. the blood was dripping onto your clothes along with unwanted tears and before you could figure out what to do a pair of hands were cupping your face forcing you to look up.

before being forced to look at the sky you caught a glimpse of Rin. he had ran across the field after seeing you fall onto the ground. the cameraman was so nosey that the whole incident was being filmed on the big screens. “are you okay? y/n? speak to me.” his hand stayed pressed against your cheek while he used his sleeve to clean up the blood from your nose. “I-I’m okay.”

he let out a low sigh then focused his attention towards the man who elbowed you. everyone at that point had gotten quiet and we’re watching the two of you interact. as the medical team finally arrived he covered your ears even though you could still hear and spoke threatening words towards the man, “you hit my girlfriend you prick. if I would’ve gotten here sooner you’d be gone already.” he removed his hands and grabbed your arms leading towards the tunnel so that the medical team could check you out.

“i will be fine. go finish the game, I will be right here when you get back.” he kissed your cheek and ran back into the field to finish his game.

sae itoshi

the moment sae saw you get elbowed in the face seemingly for something you didn’t do he calmly jogged over towards you and climbed up the railings to get to you. he stood infront of you gently gripping the bottom of your chin to get a better look at your nose.

he turned towards the man who was standing protectively infront of his wife, the one who elbowed you. “get your dog before I get her for you. lay a finger on my girlfriend again I’ll make sure you two personally will never step foot in a soccer stadium ever again-” “sae…” he turned hearing your voice watching as you held the back of your hand up to your nose.

the blood was flowing and it wasn’t stopping anytime soon, he held onto your elbows while calling for the medical team to come and check you out. his gaze lingered back to you and he just felt horrible for what happened. you rarely get the chance to come to his games and when you do you end up getting hurt.

when the medics finally arrived he kissed your forehead and shot the husband a nasty glare one last time before returning back to the field to finish his game. make no mistake though, the couple were banned from EVERY stadium in the country. he never told you because you’d be upset with him, he was just worried is all.

nagi seishiro

nagi had never moved to fast in his life and at a quick pace too. jumping over the railings he bent down onto his knees holding the tissue you had up to your nose watching your blood soak the napkin because of your injury. “where did they go?” looking up the two that were occupying the seats next to you were long gone and the only thing you were focused on was your painfully bleeding nose.

his hand rubbed along your back to calm you down while pressing soothing kisses on your head. he could feel your body shaking because of how scared you were. you suddenly got elbowed out of nowhere and because of your laid back non violent personality he knew you were on the verge of breaking down.

he was pissed, really pissed but he wasn’t going to show it because he knew you needed him right now. and this was your first time watching him play too.

nagi did not go back to his game, they still won without him but if anything you were more important. the two of you sat down in the seats as he had his arms wrapped around you and forced you to lean your head back so that no more blood would come out.

[rainderthesomeone]

say, CHEESE!

It was Picture day for the RED mercs, (that's what Miss Pauling and the admin call it, in reality its just an examination to make sure RED team still useable to them, to make sure they haven't broken down physically or mentally yet, the Admin still needs them for another year at least, the only merc who's suspiscous of these photos, is sniper.)

Sniper sneezed mid picture, and Soldier wanted to snap the cameraman's neck, Medic proceeded to laugh at Sniper, and Pyro and Scout are enjoying themselves, and Engie is the only one who got a slightly normal photo. Demo did to.

inspired by this post I made of the offical valve pics you can use on your steam profile, loved the little lore details behind them and I tried to replicate that

[dilemmaontwolegs]

For a snapshot imagine a driver accidentally hurting the reader and she has to hide it from Danny because he would lose his shit. He gets worried but a bit angry that she’s lying the cause of it. Once he finds out he wants to kill the other driver because is a severe injury

The Taste of Temptation || DR3 {4}

WC: 1.6k F1 Masterlist Story: One || Two || Three || Four || Five Snapshots One || Two || Three || Four || Five

You settled into the driver’s seat of an Aston Martin used for hot laps, keeping your arms out of the way while you were harnessed in. Lando and Oscar doing the same in the other two cars parked beside you, except they didn’t need the extra help to be buckled in. “I’m telling you now, this is a bad idea. I want that on the record. There’s a reason I’m a passenger princess.”

“You’ll be fine,” Lando promised over the headset and you fiddled with the dozens of buttons on the steering console. “Just don’t touch anything!”

“You should have told me that before.” The cameraman sat beside you laughed nervously and you narrowed your eyes at the lens. “If I die, I want you to remember this: I told you so.”

You muttered under your breath that you were not paid enough for the crap your employer put you through but it only made Oscar and Lando laugh as the microphone picked it all up. 

“Okay, we’ll start off with a warm up lap, just take it slow and get used to the car,” Oscar said as Lando led the way onto the track. “I’ll follow so you don't get lost.”

“It’s a flippin circle, Piastri, how often do you get lost?”

The car shot forward, throwing you and the cameraman back into your seats as you pressed the accelerator and out of reflex you slammed your foot on the brake to counter the effect. Oooph! The air was squeezed from your lungs as the car stopped but your body kept going forward, the harness like a wall hitting your chest. 

“I think you’ve put it in race mode. Turn it to sport mode.”

You scanned the buttons and saw what he meant, making the adjustment before tentatively touching the accelerator, gently speeding up to 70mph.

“I know we said take it slow but you can speed up a little bit,” Oscar teased as he tailgated you, Lando nowhere to be found up ahead.

“You do realise I am not actually a racer? I just date one.”

“Danny must have taught you something in the last two years.”

“Yeah,” Lando interrupted with a giggle. “But from what I heard, it isn’t anything to do with racing.”

You might have laughed if you weren’t concentrating so hard on following the track, until something caught your eye. “Uh, Oscar, are there wombats in Canada?”

“No…that’s a groundhog.”

Another brown ball of fur charged across the track and you screamed as you slammed on the brakes, not wanting to hit the poor animal. Oscar hadn’t expected you to brake so suddenly, or try to swerve aside. There was nothing you or he could do when you started to spin out, straight into the space his car was aiming for.

“Shit, shit, is she okay? Is she okay?” 

You could hear the panic in Oscar’s voice as he tried to push his way through the crowd of first responders trying to open your door. Pain radiated down your arm but other than that you seemed to be in one piece, except the world was upside down. “I told you so.”

“What the hell happened!” Lando exclaimed as he arrived at the crash site in time to see you escorted into the back of the medics van. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Not particularly,” you murmured around the tube you bit between your teeth. You sucked in another deep breath of pain relief as your arm was jostled and looked up to see Lando shaking his head.

“Not you,” he said as he looked at Oscar’s pale face. “Daniel’s going to kill you, mate.”

“No, he’s not,” you huffed as you got off the stretcher you had been guided to. “I’m fine so he’s never going to know.”

“You see those,” Lando stabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “Those are cameras, they record things, pictures, sounds. Yeah, he’s gonna know.”

“I know what a camera is, a heavy one just fucking hit me.” You cradled your arm to your chest and took a calming breath. “This wasn’t live so it’s going to be a few weeks before this even gets uploaded. By then I’ll be fine and we can all have a laugh about it, alright. I just need to make sure Danny doesn’t hear about it before then.”

“Kind of hard when you need to go to the medical centre.”

“Then I won’t go.”

So you didn’t.

You did however accept the box of pain relief and advice to see a doctor if the pain persisted or you showed any signs of a concussion. You weren’t worried so much about that since the helmet had protected your head, it was just your arm that took the brunt of a camera smashing into it.

Daniel was surprised to see you already in the hotel room when he arrived from his meeting. Usually you stayed at the paddock later in preparation for the upcoming races but he was happy to have a few extra hours alone with you.

Leaning across the back of the couch, he greeted you with a kiss but you pulled away as his palms trailed down your body. His touch had been soft but you had still felt the burst of pain in your arm and you were glad to be wearing a long sleeve shirt to hide the bruised skin.

He frowned at the distance you had put between your bodies and he was instantly on edge. “What’s wrong, kitten?”

“Nothing, I’m just not feeling very good.”

He grabbed his phone and opened the app that monitored your monthly cycle before closing it with a frown. “Should I call for a doctor? Do you have a fever?”

He reached for your forehead but as his hand lifted it brushed against your arm and your face pinched as a pained cry hissed through your teeth.

“What happened?” he asked with barely restrained rage, his fingers desperate to touch you but unsure if it was going to cause you more pain. Tears were already welling in your eyes as you tried to keep the ruse up, but it was becoming unbearable.

“There was an accident,” you admitted as the wet streaks ran down your cheeks. “I didn’t want you to worry…”

“You’re hurt, kitten, of course I’m going to fucking worry.” He swiped the room key back up from where he had tossed it along with his phone and keys. “Come on. We’re going to the hospital. Now.”

You knew he was fuming from the clipped tone and the white knuckle grip he had on his keys. Reaching out with your good hand, you laced your fingers with his and whimpered into his chest. “I’m sorry.”

Daniel gently wiped the tears from your cheeks before kissing your forehead with a shaky breath. “I’m not angry at you, love, but don’t you ever lie to me again, not when it comes to your health.”

You nodded meekly before he reached for the door handle where he paused. “Lando or Oscar?”

“What?”

“You were filming with McLaren today.” He looked back at you, scanning your face for the truth. “Who do I blame?”

“It was an accident. Please, Danny, can we just go? It's so sore.”

His eyes softened at the admission and he twisted the handle but you knew the conversation wasn’t finished, merely delayed.

“He broke her fucking arm!”

The wince had nothing to do with the doctor setting the cast on your arm and everything to do with Daniel’s voice out in the corridor. He had been on the phone the instant the X-ray came back and showed a clear fracture down the bone. Now you were going to have a bulky accessory on your arm for the next six weeks.

“You’re lucky it was only her arm or I’d be on my way to jail by now,” he growled as he pushed the door open and shoved his phone back in his pocket.

“It was an-” you fell silent under the glare you knew wasn’t actually directed at you. He hated to see you hurt and hated he hadn’t been able to prevent it. It left his hands trembling with rage.

“I don’t know what they were thinking,” he muttered as he fell into the chair beside your bed and lifted your good hand to his lips. “Stupid fucking little videos...promise me no more.”

“But it’s my job.”

“Then quit,” he offered, like it was the simplest option in the world. “It’s not like you need it, I take care of you already, and I like taking care of you.”

“Danny…” you sighed, unsure how to approach the situation. “What if we ever broke up?”

“Is that in your plans?”

“No, but-”

“Good, because I plan on keeping you forever, and I’m more than happy to make that official. Obviously this is just a placeholder until we get home.” He started to pull the ring he wore on his pinky finger. “What? I’m terrible at losing shit, I wasn’t going to carry around your engagement ring until I found the right time to propose to you.”

You chuckled as he waited for your hand to unfurl from the fist it was in. “And you decided this was the right time?”

“I could have lost you today, kitten, I’m not going to waste another moment.” Your hand uncurled and the warm metal slid onto your ring finger before he kissed it and leaned in to kiss you too. “You’re mine, always.”

“Always,” you promised against his lips.

“Perfect, if we elope today I’ll get conjugal visits when I kill Oscar.”

Click here for part five

[herejusttosufferalong]

Hello, SEX anon again.

YOOOOOO, we have been fed so well these past few days. Isn't it?! I was getting a little peckish and A03 wasn't really filling me up. Slutty smirk. Then poof. Everything I ever dreamed about, on my plate. In my mouth. Blessed with fresh pics of N at Wimbledon. White last year, black this year. I see you, girl. That dark side coming out but your face like an angel. Ta-tas for days. Good for fkn you. Can confirm all previous statements.

Then before that we get BTS of an actual, irl wedding between L&N. I was fkn sobbing uncontrollably. Look at her cute cherub face, talking about shitting herself, placing her hand on his god damn heart. Are you trying to fck with me? You are the realest person I've ever seen in my life, I love you and if I met you my eyes would pop out and I would die peacefully having breathed the breath that you breathed in my vicinity. Thank you, I love you.

Then there's that goofy L. Jaw on the floor. Eyes bulging. Drinking her all up. Breathing her in Hocus Pocus style. Being all David Brent when startled by the cameraman. Yeah, guy, you're being filmed. This is a set. GUY. LOOK at me. We're filming. HELLO? Nup, gone. And them just having those glazed over eyes, just emotionally spent, just overcome, just in love, but not aware or maybe are aware, but I like the way you feel physically, and you look perfect, and you smell nice, and I cannot stop looking at your lips and eyes and your lips, and oh bohy. It must be fkn draining. It must be so hard to get married and pretend it's fake. I imagine that would be so challenging, but you know, they the pros.

Full disclosure, I wasn't present when this gift came to light. I was minding my own business, getting slightly high with my partner (medical, of course), thinking of ways to confess my love of Lukola and get his ADHD male POV. That sweet anon with toddlers inspired me to come clean. But it didn't go so well initially, because I was all slowed down, and laughing nervously, and saying shit like "I need to tell you something... please don't judge me... oh god". He looked like L when some man touch N. So yeah, I wouldn't recommend. But it all turned out just fine. What would've taken 10 mins took about 2 hours to explain. Tangents upon tangents of Brazil and security guards and Rory and the forehead stroke. But we got there. Ngl, we analysed hard. Every position. It was hot af. Some insights:

After two seconds watching L&N interview - "that guy is lost, he clearly wants her though... got some self-confidence issues... giving me Karl Pilkington vibes... she's like his carer". Fkn lol. Me being like N defending L "but like he's a nice guy, like a sweet sensitive guy". "Yeah he seems like it but he's clearly out of her league...". Me holding onto Lukola delulu so hard, "I know but he could get to her level, don't you think?". Please for the love of god. "Yeah but it's all down to him. He's the problem". YEP WE KNOW.

L is a "leaf in the wind" blowing everywhere, no foundation in himself, that's why his behaviour is so confusing. L is not aware of his feelings on a conscious level or not fully accepting it. Flirty behaviour followed by odd looks explained by liking her touch and closeness but not wanting others to know he likes it. Thinks they caught feelings on set. Didn't go ahead because of filming and being 'in character'. Reunited after filming, cue pics of them together, and lots of chatter about them being together irl. Thinks that L's friendship group may have joked about it, gave him shit for it, and L buried those feelings deep. May have been getting thirst messages after 'glow up', pumped up by fuck boy mates, ego takes over. Opts for friend-approved doll. Feelings came up again during press tour when separated from friends. May have acted impulsively on said feelings - Brazil possibly. Possibly shut down by N due to timing and messy third parties. Back to London and influences. Lost again.

My desperate question, "Will he find his way back? To self-actualisation???" "It would be hard for someone like him to find his true self when surrounded by those people". Me still hopeful, "Oh but he'll probably be away from them when they start s4 filming". Him being logical af. "Could be a good opportunity... I can only see two ways of him changing... either he reaches rock bottom and starts to wonder why he's so miserable, and even then maybe not... or someone he trusts and respects talks him round... but it's going to be really hard for him... he's asleep at the wheel". Ok, gotcha. Fck this is gonna be a slow process, guys.

But then again they already married so who gives a fck.

"But then again they already married so who gives a fck."

I FUCKIN LOVE YOU ANON

PLS SEND MORE 💜🥃

[striderl]

"Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad."

-- Anne Geddes

[love-draw-fanart]

Funfact

H.264's upgraded equipment was collected by him from corpses, not provided by the alliance. He is also the only one who possesses upgrades. At first, the commander did not agree and force him to take them off, but Christ, his best friend, Cameraman with a green jacket and Christmas pattern tie. Did his best to get the commander to agree to let H.264 keep his upgraded equipment. H.264 also wanted to own a jetpack, but was strongly opposed by Christ.

[tabieeee]

medcam doodles and a headcanon I have about cameramen heads

it's the same head just without the protective casing + flashlight and an added lens for extra nerdiness

[h4nk1ller]

Skibidi Human design (3/3)

Cameraman + a fun fact about them

(these design made specially for fun and design practice)

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! I'd like to rec Search and Rescue by snae_b. It's a human au where Aziraphale is a cameraman and Crowley does Search and Rescue operations in the Rocky Mountians. (And Bentley is an avalanche dog!) Its an absolute delight and am surprised it doesn't have more kudos.

Hello! Thank you for sending along this recommendation!

Search and Rescue by snae_b for marsch00 [Rated E, 18K words]

“Mount Meeker. Small avalanche from the sound of it, R2, R3 maybe. But we’ve got two missing hikers, caught in the powder, so at least a D2 in terms of force. Bentley and I are out first. Adam, you’re on extraction gear, Pepper, you’re on medical. We don’t know what shape these folks are in.” He finally sets his gaze squarely on Aziraphale, his eyes flick to the lens of his camera and back up again. “Stay out of the way.”

Aziraphale packs his camera gear and heads to the Rocky Mountains to film with an elite search and rescue team. Turns out the terrain isn't his only challenge.

-Mod AB

[everythingne]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ breaking point (out of the woods, ls2)

Dhanishka runs to the medics tent to find Logan, to kiss his wounds better and cup his face in her hands. What she finds is not her boyfriend, but a scared boy hardened by misplaced anger. Aka a look back to the breakup.

tws/notes: vague mentions of injury, a break up, cursing, its fun guys dw!!! (so much angst.)

As soon as she was done, as soon as she pulled to the boards, Dhanishka disregarded every protocol. Shoving past Trident employees, she hastily and earnestly apologized, nearly body checking a cameraman on accident. Her hands flying up in a shouted 'sorry!" as she hustles through the crowd formed.

Her hands shake as she's ripping off her helmet and the balaclava underneath as she dodged questions from media around her. Nothing mattered right now.

Nothing other than her boyfriend, who she'd seen nose dive the wall.

Logan had crashed, bad, and even with sweat dripping down her neck and her hair matted down, she needed to find him. Her feet carry her out of the little cooldown area, dipping past a concerned Oscar as she comes out on the other side.

"Dhanishka!" Oscar shouts after her when he spots its her, and when she whips around, running a hand through her hair to try and tame it he continues, "He's in medical!"

"Thank you!" Dhanishka shouts, raising a hand in thanks to him and the Prema employee who's obviously the one to have told him. She whips around and this time, takes off running.

When she gets to medical, they redirect her to the paddocks, saying Logan had gone back to HWA after. And technically Dhanishka's not allowed in the garage but, at this point, she was already breaking rules so who the hell cared? Her feet hurt from the aggressive way she sprints on their not so supportive bottoms, warm wind in her face making her eyes water. Or maybe it's the adrenaline and the panic?

Probably the panic.

She runs into Viscaal, quite literally, before she can get into the HWA paddock. She goes to apologize, to shove past him, but he grabs her by the arm, tucking her off to the side.

"Viscaal!" She gasps, "I'm sorry but I have to--!"

"Dhanishka!" He shouts, grabbing her other arm and she rips out of his grasp, going to run to HWA. Her teammate wastes no time, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back as she sputters,

"Logan crashed! Like, really really bad, and I need to go see if he's okay!" And she goes to keep babbling when Viscall shouts over her, trying to keep her focus on him for one god damn second.

"Listen! Just, Dhanishka! Listen to me!"

She finally sucks in a breath, and looks up at her teammate. Immediately, her eyebrows furrow and she gasps, “Aren’t you supposed to be in medic? You crashed! Are you okay?!"

“That’s not important. Listen,” He breathes, hands tight on her wrists and Dhanishka nods, slowly, before he says, “Trident just pulled a 2008 Renault.”

She blinks. “Huh?”

Vascaal whispers, a sharp hiss, “Crashgate. I’m Nelson Piquet Jr, you’re Fernando Alonso.”

And it’s like Dhanishka’s world begins to crumble under her feet. Her hands tremble as Viscaal is called away by Trident. The workers look a little worried and try to grab Dhanishka too, but she quickly ducks under a barrier and now sprints. She's stumbling on almost doe like legs, nearly dropping her helmet twice, jamming a nail when she goes to catch it. She slips behind a HWA employee and then finds herself smack in the middle of the garage, eyes on Logan. His blonde hair matted from sweat, face flushed and red as a cold towel is wrapped around his neck and he softly thanks whoever it is that bustles away after doing so.

"Logan." She says, though it comes out more of a breath. His shoulder is in a sling, the medic carefully explaining the extent of his injury to his trainer. Dhanishka takes another step, almost closing the distance before he turns to see her.

She expects the broken look. The sad, tired eyes, the shortness of breath. The way he's curled in on himself with a sour look of frustration. And when she sets her helmet down on a nearby table, it thunks, and his head snaps aside.

She doesn't expect the tight jaw, the narrow eyes, the way he immediately stands to meet her. His trainer goes to grab his arm but pauses when he sees the reason Logan's stood. Dhanishka takes a step forward, wanting nothing more than to hug Logan, but she's stopped when Logan takes a hard step back.

"Dhanishka, what the fuck?" He hisses, and she freezes. A deer in headlights as his eyes narrow at her and his lips almost, almost, curl in a snarl.

Her heartbeat is in her throat and she swallows, whispering, "What?"

"Viscaal told me," Logan hisses, stepping closer, and Dhanishka knows Logan. He's not a fighter, he doesn't shout, hes calm and and he's respectful, and this is.... this is something she's never seen from him.

"He told me too, I just don't understand why Trident would think it's a good idea and--wallahi, are you okay?" Dhanishka begins to sputter, big wide eyes as she steps forward to gently check on her boyfriend.

"You won, why do you care?" He steps back, a hand swatting hers away, and Dhanishka feels herself freeze.

"Why do I care?! Lo, you crashed!" She tries once more but this time it's Benny who places a gentle hand on her shoulder, nodding his head to urge Dhanishka back. Logan steps forward as she moves back, raising his voice.

"Because of your team's fucked strategy! All that matters to you is a win, not anyone else, not even me!" his voice cracks with emphasis, Benny turning helplessly to try and calm Logan, but he can't do anything before Logan shouts, "How could you do this to me?!"

"I didn't know that was gonna happen, I had no idea!" Dhanishka defends herself, hands flat on her chest, eyes beginning to bubble with tears, "If they had told me they were going to do that, I would've told them no! That's a dishonest way to win!"

"Oh, don't try and defend yourself now." Logan sneers and Dhanishka just looks at him.

"I... Logan, I didn't know!" Dhanishka shouts, voice shattering into a broken sound that almost makes Logan's heart hurt. But he just sucks in a breath and narrows his eyes.

"You've talked about wanting to win this race for so long--"

Dhanishka cuts Logan off by stepping closer, and the majority of HWA realizes theres no stopping the two drivers as they continue to shout, "Honestly winning it is different than this! This is a disgrace, I--I don't want a stupid trophy for this!"

"Then why did you do it?" Logan's voice drops to almost a whisper, the garage falling hush. Every eye settles on Dhanishka and her skin crawls, and she swallows the lump in her throat.

When they're this close, Dhanishka can see all the little faint sun spots she'd trace with her thumbs, feel the warmth of his plush cheeks under her hands, still losing their baby fat. She recounts every night in the past near decade she's spent staring into his eyes and watching them crinkle up in joy.

Logan watches the tears in her eyes he's used to causing from making her laugh so hard. The faint, smudged makeup he's helped her take off after long nights sneaking out of hotel rooms to run amuck in the halls. He can feel her breath inhaling sharp and can almost hear her heartbeat like it's through the sweaters shes usually wearing when he's napping on her chest.

But despite that, despite every ounce of love she feels for him,a nd he feels for her, this wedge thats digging in just goes deeper. It splinters and tears, ripping apart who they were, and making something horribly new.

Something not them. Not yet. Something they'd grow into.

"I didn't fucking have a thing to with it!" Dhanishka suddenly screams, shocking even herself, "How dare you accuse me of such a thing?!"

"You're telling me you didn't have part in the plan that led to your victory? Oh, fucking please," Logan scoffs, "Y'know, I thought my own girlfriend wouldn't try and fuck me over."

"Logan, listen to me!" Dhanishka goes to gently reach out to him again, but a harsh slap to her wrist knocks her aside. And when she glances back to the face she's grown to love as easy as breathing, she finds it's completely changed.

"No." Logan hisses. but its desperate. He's afraid, Dhanishka realizes a second too late. And he stares her down with a trembling anger, born from something misplaced, "No, you know what, no. This... this--"

He makes a motion between them, then his hand dips under his fireproofs. Against regulations, he's wearing a tiny beaded necklace, once Dhanishka has matching. Just their initials on shitty drugstore beads on barely strong enough string. Before he can say it, Dhanishka knows what he's going to say.

"This is done. I'm not letting you get in the way of what I've got set up for me."

And Dhanishka's throat goes dry and Logan yanks the necklace, a loud 'pop' signaling it's break. His hand holds the beads tight, keeping them from clattering to the floor.

"Logan." She pleads and he points behind her, to the open garage doors, and Dhanishka swears she can see tears in his eyes before he blinks.

"Go." He doesn't even seem to want to say it and Dhanishka slowly steps back, watching as his hand opens and he almost dismissively shakes the beads to the floor. Tick, tack, tick, they clatter down at her feet. Two little letters, DD, staring up at her. Then, and only then, does she break. Thin tears trickle into bigger ones, rolling down her cheeks and she muffles a sob into her hand before she's turning on her heel and snagging her helmet off the table. Her balaclava falling to the floor of the HWA garage, knocking the beads into a grate.

Only then does Logan feel guilt start to eat at him.

And when Logan looks behind her, he sees not just her trainer, but Oscar, Liam... a bunch of familiar faces poking out and he swallows his guilt.

"Isa!" Logan shouts, but she's gone, barrelling past her trainer Kylie in a ball of tears. He grits his teeth, turning back to the eyes that watch him, and he feels so small. And so he keeps his chin up and turns on his heel sharply, shoving past curious voices as he slips off to a corner to hide the emotion trying to fight through his face.

Dhanishka stumbles to a stop, two hands on her face, cradling her. She can't hear who's speaking, big eyes blinking up as she muffles her sobs into her hands. The arms pull her in, tight, and she sees a flash of her father's watch that has her trembling.

"Hush, Babli." Her father soothes as best he can, cradling her like a baby. And Trident employees stagger around them, trying to judge if its safe to move in, but Dhanishka's father holds her tighter. To keep her safe.

She feels something ebbing in her heart as it shatters. Something sharp and cold fixing her up. Like ice freezing in her veins.

She doesn't question it now. She can deal with it later.

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