Warm and Cozy OC Asks
Here are a few asks just to get your OC cozy.
Do they get cold easily?
How do they warm up when cold?
Do they wear jumpers (sweaters)? If so do they fit perfectly or are they baggy?
Do they have a favourite hot drink? Tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate? Hot cider? If so, how do they take it?
It's cold and wet outside, your OC has just come in the front door. What do they do to get warm?
What's your OC's idea of a cozy night in?
Does your OC have a particular trick to get them asleep at night?
Does your OC wear pyjamas to bed? Do they have a favourite set?
What side of the bed does your OC sleep on? Why is that?
Does your OC nap easily?
Does your OC enjoy a cuddle?
Does your OC enjoy a particular gesture of affection? Does it calm them?
What makes your OC feel safe and secure?
What are some of your OC's comfort foods?
How much does your OC wrap up when they go outside? Hat, scarf, gloves and multilayers or is the cold anything to them?
How light of a sleeper is your OC?
Can they fall asleep anywhere? Or are do they need an optimum condition to sleep in?
What does a lazy morning consist of?
Does your OC prefer early nights or late mornings?
Do they hog the blankets?
Does your OC have a favourite pillow? A favourite duvet set? A favourite cuddling toy? Blanket?
How would they solve the one bed and two people scenario? Could they share a bed?
Does your character have a favourite place to chill?
Where does your OC sit of there's not enough chairs at a gathering?
What's something your OC does to wind down after a long day?
Is your OC the one who recieves the jacket or gives the jacket in their relationship?
What does your OC get any winter illnesses? If so, how badly do they get ill?
Your OC has the sniffles. How do they handle it?
Your OC has a sick day off. How do they spend it?
Does your OC play with the thermostat/heating constantly or are they rigid about it's use?
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As Iron Sharpens Iron
"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another" Proverbs 27:17
Beta-read by @dragonrider9905
Chapter 8:
Previous // Next
Warnings: Canon violence. Bad decisions.
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âOkay, letâs go over the plan one more time,â you said quietly.
Omega nodded, pointing at the layout on the screen. âYouâll set off that crate of detonators right here, just inside the front door.â
You nodded. "Yep, and thatâll trigger an alarm which should draw most of the guards towards me - "
âAnd thatâs my cue to sneak down into the cell block to rescue everybody while you grab the staff from the treasure room!â Omega finished emphatically.
âGood!â You grinned, âRemember to keep your communicator on but only use it to contact me if something goes wrong.â
âYes, maâam!â
***
Fifteen minutes crept by slowly.
Omega should be at her station about now, you thought.
You wanted to know how she was fairing, but not hearing from her was a good thing. It meant she wasn't in trouble.
Five minutes later, the communicator chirped quietly at your side.
âThe guards arenât leaving!â Omegaâs whispered voice sounded tense, âWhat do I do? I donât think that diversion worked!â
You peered around the corner into the treasure room. Most of the guards had left.
Only two here. I could take them if I had to.
You could see the staff with itâs glimmering emerald in a case on the back wall.
That was easy.
You lifted the communicator to your lips, trying to remember the readout on the console sitting one floor above.
âThere should be a ventilation shaft right above you,â you whispered.
Silence.
âI donât see one!â Omega whispered back urgently, âAnd it sounds like there are more guards headed this way!â
Groaning inwardly, you began to wish you hadnât thought of such a stupid plan. Omega needed you, and you knew that you should get out of there while you still could.
But the staff, a tiny voice whispered in your head, itâs right there. It wonât take long.
You bit your lip. You shouldnât. A stupid antique wasnât worth Omegaâs life.
Omegaâs a smart girl, that voice continued, sheâs plenty capable on her own.
It made everything sound so simple. Get the staff, get the boys - that was the plan, wasnât it?
Hunter will be impressed. Heâd like you again.
Guilt churned in your gut as you lifted the communicator again. It chimed just as you opened your mouth, about to tell her that you were on the way.
âWait, I see it! Itâs on the other end of the hall, though, but I think I can make it.â
âOk,â you responded, âDo it, but be careful!â
âI will!â
Sucking your lower lip in conflicted thought, you made up your mind. âIt shouldnât take me much longer. Iâll grab the staff and meet you by the cell block.â
âGot it.â
You chewed on your lip again, that guilty dread hadnât abated. If anything, it had gotten worse. Something was going to go wrong - you could feel it. Something wasnât right.
You looked back up at the staff.
Thatâs just the anxiety talking, you tried to convince yourself, everything is still going as planned. Just get the damned thing and go help Omega.
You took a deep breath, feeling the anxiety fade away as you slipped into the room.
I got this.
The crates and boxes stacked haphazardly in the dim lighting made it easy to manouver unseen through the treasure room.
âCrazy about those thermal detonators, right!?â
You froze.
âYeah man,â came the response, and you couldâve collapsed in relief. Youâd almost forgotten about the guards that stood just outside the door.
âThink they were just old?â the guard continued, obviously trying to initiate some kind of conversation with his partner.
âI dunno. Maybe.â
They fell silent again for several seconds.
âYa know, when we grabbed them from that ship it was kinda cool.â
âYup.â
âJust uhhâŚyou know. You and me.â
âUh huh.â
âThey never pair us togetherâŚâ
The second guard sighed, âFirst time for everything.â
âIt was fun though,â the one continued before hesistating, âjust sayinâ, I think we make a pretty good team.â
His partner shifted uncomfortably, âLook man⌠Iâm just trying to do my job here.â
âYeah, man. Bro. SorryâŚ.â
They shifted into an uncomfortable silence, unaware that youâd snuck past them quite easily as you quickly moved closer to the glass case that held the staff.
The communicator chirped once again and you froze, hoping that the guards were too distacted to notice. You winced at the noise as Omega began to speak quietly through your earpiece.
âOk, I see them! Theyâre in a cell together, but there are four guards in here now and the ventilation shaft ends too far away!â She sounded desperate.
âHey, did you hear that!?â The first guard stood up straight, glancing around.
âHear what?â His partner sounded exasperated.
âUhh⌠nevermind. I thought I heard something.â He paused, âBy the way, what do you think about our new armor?â
âDude, shut up.â
âRight. Yeah. Got a job to do.â
Ducking out of sight, you pressed the communicator up to your lips.
âGet ready,â you hissed, âwait for my signal.â
âAffirmative.â
You assessed the case and the situation in the room. Once the glass was broken, an alarm would probably go off, sending people to your location. That should take care of Omegaâs problem.
Then you could take the staff and get back to her quickly.
Peering around the corner once again, you took a deep breath and steadied your heart.
Itâs now or never.
Taking a breath, you rammed your elbow into the glass case, and grabbed the staff. The resulting alarm sounded loudly over the compound, buzzing through your eardrums in a painfully electrifying screech.
Both guards spun around.
âWhat the - !?â You clocked him in the temple with the staff before he could finish and he collapsed onto the floor. The first guard blinked, staring frozen with his mouth slightly ajar.
âIf itâs any consolation, I think he likes you back!â you grinned at the man as he slowly moved to press his communicator, still staring back and forth between you and his fallen friend. Flipping the staff around you smacked the device from his hand, giving him a shrug. âThough, I donât seem to be the best judge of that sort of thing.â
âWhaâŚ?â The butt of the staff slammed against his head before he even had time to contemplate your words and he collapsed unconscious, joining his friend on the floor.
A clang from the floor below told you that Omega had jumped out from the ventilation shaft and the ever nearing pounding of footsteps told you that it was time to go.
Dashing down the stairs, you slid around the corner and slammed the staff into another guard. He spun around, blaster firing wildly as you kicked him in the chest before pulling your own blaster on him, sending him flying into the wall with a smoking hole in his chest.
That beautifully cocky and euphoric feeling of adrenaline coursed through your veins as you ran down the hall where the purple flash of Omegaâs bow danced along the walls.
A loud clatter accompanied the pause of energy bolts.
âHunter!â She screamed, âHelp!â
You dashed around the corner. One guard held Omega tightly in his grip while the other one slid her bow away with the butt of an electrostaff.
âLet me go!â She struggled and kicked at him but it seemed to have no effect on the large, armored guard.
âOmega, no!â shouted Hunter as he slammed himself into the bars that held him, only to be forced further back into the cell as the guard hit him in the chest with the electrostaff, sending blue arcs of electricity through his body before Wrecker caught him.
Oh no you donât.
Rage bubbled through your chest as you burst from the corner. âHey assholes!â
The first blaster bolt slammed through the chest of the staff wielding guard and the second hit the control panel that released the rest of your team.
Omega cried out as the first guard tossed her into the wall before pulling his own blaster.
âWrecker get Omega!â Hunter shouted. Fire blazed in his eyes as he pulled his knife from the offending guardâs throat. âEcho, find us a way out of here. Tech, find out where theyâve got our gear!â
Omega stood, rubbing her elbow as she pulled herself to her feet and retrieved her bow. âYour gearâs in the next room over!â She shouted. Hunter gave a firm nod and motioned for Tech and Wrecker to retrieve it.
You grit your teeth as footsteps sounded down the hall. This was NOT how things were supposed to go.
âHunter,â you shouted impatiently, âI got Cidâs staff but we gotta go!â
He regarded you coolly, lips pulled into a tight line, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as if debating whether or not to respond. The choice was made for him as Wrecker and Tech rushed back with the gear. He turned away sharply and your face fell.
I kriffed up.
Regret tinged with disappointment sank like a stone in your stomach as you clenched your teeth, anger willing away the tears that pricked your eyes, and the growing lump in your throat.
âHunter, Iâve got a clear route out but we need to move now!â Echo spoke.
âGood. Letâs get out of here.â He all but ripped the staff from your hand as he strode past. âIâll hold onto this.â
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