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[ "Sorry" slides off the chessboard, then, leaving June with a newly unapologetic reality on her tongue. There aren't any explanations needed. A thumbed text message later, she's on a bus to Bucky's apartment, breeze ghosting in through the holes near the pocket of her sweatshirt. The seat she lingers next to reeks of cigarettes.
She wears a baseball cap for a team she doesn't know, blends in. Carries a backpack with all five of her valuables in it. Staves off nausea as the person across the aisle downs a hotdog. Looks around. Nobody looks back.
Nobody notices.
She hardly notices herself by the time she knocks on his door. Her thumb grazes the metal number once she's done.
An alarm screeches its time from a unit towards the end of the hall. ]
She wears a baseball cap for a team she doesn't know, blends in. Carries a backpack with all five of her valuables in it. Staves off nausea as the person across the aisle downs a hotdog. Looks around. Nobody looks back.
Nobody notices.
She hardly notices herself by the time she knocks on his door. Her thumb grazes the metal number once she's done.
An alarm screeches its time from a unit towards the end of the hall. ]
Hopefully this scenario works - sort of mashing canons together into an AU
frozenbird
2021-05-09 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ It started as a simple bodyguard mission. Keep Ibis safe on her trip from point A to point B. Then it turned out some kind of deranged cult thought she was going to kill their god, so they wanted to murder her, and things got complicated from there, but hey, nothing a few sick motorcycle stunts can't fix, right?
It's the third, maybe last, evening of the mission. Some cult-adjacent chaos involving a giant snake robot took up the majority of the afternoon. They both emerged intact, but unfortunately, Ibis's cane ended up getting smashed in the process. So, as the stars come out, the two of them are headed back to the inn, and she's limping pretty badly without it.
As they're getting close to it, her foot hits the ground at a bad angle, and she goes down like a pile of bricks. Or, she almost does. By reflex, she reaches out, and manages to take hold of Cloud's upper arm, turning the spill into just leaning awkwardly against him.
It's a hell of an arm, now that she's clinging to it. Kind of hard to stop thinking about that, now that the thought is in her head. ]
...Sorry. My leg just... mmm.
It's the third, maybe last, evening of the mission. Some cult-adjacent chaos involving a giant snake robot took up the majority of the afternoon. They both emerged intact, but unfortunately, Ibis's cane ended up getting smashed in the process. So, as the stars come out, the two of them are headed back to the inn, and she's limping pretty badly without it.
As they're getting close to it, her foot hits the ground at a bad angle, and she goes down like a pile of bricks. Or, she almost does. By reflex, she reaches out, and manages to take hold of Cloud's upper arm, turning the spill into just leaning awkwardly against him.
It's a hell of an arm, now that she's clinging to it. Kind of hard to stop thinking about that, now that the thought is in her head. ]
...Sorry. My leg just... mmm.
[Zoro could argue it all he wanted but even if Sanji was pregnant with their child, Zoro deserved some care too. He did so much getting the kid's room ready for them that Sanji wanted to make sure he was feeling good.
Which meant that Zoro was laying on his stomach while Sanji was taking care of rubbing in his back to help him chill.]
You're resting today. So stay comfortable.
[Even as he was getting closer and closer to when they'd have the child in their arms (and Zoro's instincts would, inevitably, want another one), Sanji was not resting quietly himself. His fingers pressing into Zoro's back with a low grunt.]
And don't move. I'll knock you out if I have to.
Which meant that Zoro was laying on his stomach while Sanji was taking care of rubbing in his back to help him chill.]
You're resting today. So stay comfortable.
[Even as he was getting closer and closer to when they'd have the child in their arms (and Zoro's instincts would, inevitably, want another one), Sanji was not resting quietly himself. His fingers pressing into Zoro's back with a low grunt.]
And don't move. I'll knock you out if I have to.
( say it with me now: touch-starved but will never admit it!!!!! )
[It's been a long few days. And months. Years even. It feels like they've been in this fight with Chuck forever, even though he knows that isn't true. Castiel knows what forever is actually like. But even that feels like a different lifetime ago. A million lifetimes that he lived before the Winchesters.
Sam leaves the kitchen, presumably to go to bed, to mourn Eileen's departure. And he and Dean just sit at the table in silence while Dean drinks. They haven't talked about purgatory since they got back. He didn't really expect them to. Dean said his piece and he'd acknowledged it. But it still feels like it's hanging between them.
He doesn't know what possesses him to do it. Maybe it's the barely contained nervous energy he can feel humming underneath Dean's seemingly calm exterior. Or maybe it's Castiel's own need for comfort, connection, anything, after another in a long line of frustrating setbacks. Whatever it is, it causes him to reach out, physically. His hand breaches the small distance between them and rests on top of Dean's.
It's likely a mistake (another one), but for some reason it feels right.]
Sam leaves the kitchen, presumably to go to bed, to mourn Eileen's departure. And he and Dean just sit at the table in silence while Dean drinks. They haven't talked about purgatory since they got back. He didn't really expect them to. Dean said his piece and he'd acknowledged it. But it still feels like it's hanging between them.
He doesn't know what possesses him to do it. Maybe it's the barely contained nervous energy he can feel humming underneath Dean's seemingly calm exterior. Or maybe it's Castiel's own need for comfort, connection, anything, after another in a long line of frustrating setbacks. Whatever it is, it causes him to reach out, physically. His hand breaches the small distance between them and rests on top of Dean's.
It's likely a mistake (another one), but for some reason it feels right.]
i swear to god one day i'll tag faster than the speed of cold molasses
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- 2021-05-17 18:08 (UTC) - Expand[Open to various prompts and combinations of prompts. M/F preference for shipping, but open to F/F for castmates. There's some relatively concise information on Meg's journal for the curious.]
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