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THE FICLET!!! AMAZING!!!

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Lay Your Weary Head to Rest

Ch 4: Protein Fueled Knitting (Xposted from Ao3)

Cross is… an okay person, and the first day of his mandatory rest is almost torturous.

It’s awkward enough to not like being touched, and even more so when Cross has to touch him. The robotic hands don’t make his skin blossom with hives, but the tight feeling in his chest and the invisible hand around his throat won’t go away all the same. It’s uncomfortable down to every last second, despite how gentle Cross is.

At least Cross is understanding, keeping their eyes pointed elsewhere anytime Sam needs help to the bathroom because minimal movement also means he can’t even walk across the room under his own power.

“Here, drink this. It’ll help keep your blood sugar up without being full of sugar like that Monster shit you Porters drink. And I need you to eat these too” Cross hands him a thermos and waits patiently for him to drink while holding two power bars. The drink is sweet and cold, with a faint trace of chocolate. He looks at Cross curiously as he sips.

“It’s a protein shake with chocolate. A lot of people nowadays have deficiencies, especially since so few go outside to get enough sun. For you, the extra protein will help your muscle fatigue and better acclimate your body to eating actual food,” they explain though it goes over Sam’s head. The energy drinks have always been enough and he’s never felt starving before. He’s full by the time the shake is gone and the power bars seem too much, but Cross insists all the same.

Sam finds himself lightly dozing the next few hours, never comfortable enough to find sleep despite the pain killers Cross had given him earlier. He supposes it’s another consequence of letting himself be run into the ground, to have an ache beneath his skin that wouldn’t go away.

So he finds some comfort in the sound of Cross knitting, the soft and constant swish almost like white noise in an otherwise silent room. Every few minutes he cracks an eye open just to watch their fingers work, quick and sure with the needles despite how complicated the loops looked. He can’t tell what the fabric is, but the bright purple and yellow colors are easy to make out through his own drugged haze.

“Why d’you knit?” Sam finally asks, the words tumbling out slurred together despite his best effort. Cross looks up from their lap, faint surprise painted on their face.

“Keeps me busy mostly. I’m a terrible fidgeter, I use to click pens nonstop and unsurprisingly, most people don’t like that. Also, I like making scarves from repurposed materials. You’d be surprised how much gets left out in the field,” they explain, pausing to lift their work for Sam to see. It’s maybe halfway done, an intricate pattern of yellow, purple, white and black.

“It’s called a herringbone pattern. Doesn’t last very long under Timefall since I don’t have any access to chiral coating. But it’s relaxing.”

Sam only grunts his assent, eyes drifting closed once again.

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The second and third day pass like the first, with Cross doling out protein packed food and liquids for him to eat. They seem happy with his progress when he can finally sit up without help, though walking across the room is still hard. So by the morning of the fourth day, Sam is restless and desperate to do something, anything. But Cross shoots him down before he can even ask, their voice firm and glare like steel.

“Absolutely not. You’re a swell guy, but I don’t want to spend another week here. You snore when you sleep,”

So instead, Cross offers to teach him how to knit with a pair of needles fabricated from upstairs and a small pile of reclaimed fabric that came from an old porter suit.

“Okay, so just make a knot like this, kinda like a pretzel. Yes, the tail is okay. You need the length anyway… see, you got it. Now you’re going to ‘cast on’ like this, just watch my hands. Alright now take your other needle and thread like this. Don’t get frustrated, mistakes are going to happen. Okay noooow… just keep doing that. Easy enough.”

Cross is definitely an okay person.

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💛 femfeb day 4 | my femfeb masterpost 🧡 xposted → ao3 | dw | pf.io 💖 Brigitte/D.Va | 3k | Gen 🧡 AU, canon divergence, A/B/O, omega/omega, meet-cute, first meeting 💛 Hana meets a cute girl at the omega bar.

Hana leaned against the bar, blinking thoughtfully at the rows and rows of bottles. So much alcohol. She recognized some of the labels, but it wasn’t like they were going to have Soju in some random omega bar in the outskirts of Vancouver. She had been here for almost two weeks filming a movie, but this was her first time venturing outside of her hotel. She could have gone down to the hotel bar, it seemed nice, but she didn’t want to run the risk of any alphas getting any ideas. The omega bar was really nice. It was all decked out in pale purples and lilacs with silver accents on the tables and chairs. There was a currently unoccupied stage that hosted bands or DJs on other nights if the flyers outside were anything to go by. Right now, there were top forty tunes playing over the sound system and speakers, just loud enough without needing to shout over the noise. The lighting was cool and dim, and the whole place had sort of a chic, clean vibe. It was nicer than any other club she’d ever been to, that was for sure. To be fair, Hana didn’t often go out to bars or clubs. It just wasn’t feasible. She was easily recognized everywhere she went in Korea. Her face was on billboards touting energy drinks and the packaging of convenience store chips. Hundreds of thousands of people watched her stream video games, or live chats where she talked to her fans. If she wanted to go out in Seoul, Busan, or Incheon she would have to reserve the entire club or seclude herself to bottle service in the VIP section. Neither appealed to her or seemed worth the effort. Overseas? Next to no one knew who she was. Occasionally she got recognized on the street, but even then, it was usually someone who excitedly asked for a picture and then let her be. There were no mobs of people, no need for extra security, nothing like that. It was kinda weird. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it. On one hand, it afforded her the opportunity to go out and do things she normally never did, but on the other hand… she kind of just liked staying home and playing video games. It really didn’t help that the only people she knew around town were the cast and crew of the film she was working on. They were all really cool and nice, but she spent all day working with them. She felt bad asking any of them to spend even more time indulging her elsewhere. That meant she had to go out alone if she wanted to go out. Most omegas knew better than to wander the streets of an unknown city alone. Probably nothing would happen, especially in a country like Canada that was generous with their omega rights, but it was still touchy. It wasn’t until she found out about this place, a bar that exclusively catered to omegas who were attracted to other omegas, that she even entertained the idea of venturing out. Hana wasn’t sure if she was attracted to other omegas, really. She didn’t have much dating experience. She’d had to kiss a couple of alphas because the scripts of her other films called for it and she didn’t… really…. like it. Maybe because it was fake acting or whatever, but it just didn’t do anything for her. She got butterflies in her stomach when her omega friend Dae-hyun complimented her, or that time she ran into omega DJ Lucio at a premier once. Not around alphas. Alone in an unfamiliar city was as good a time and place as any to explore her feelings. “Hey, cutie.” The bartender who had been busy taking orders all up and down the bar finally sidled up to her. “What can I get you?” “Uhm,” Hana didn’t know what to drink. She mostly drank peach soju or flower wine at home. And really, she didn’t drink very often. “Something peach?” She tried, trying not to feel too self-conscious about her silly drink order. “Like… a peach bellini?” The bartender asked with a little uncertainty, perhaps overwhelmed by all the peach possibilities here. “Or I can make an old fashioned with peach in it.” “A tabernacle crush.” An omega with long brown hair strung up in a high ponytail came to stand in the empty space beside Hana. She offered a wink before turning her attention to the bartender. “You know, with basil and gin.” “Yeah,” Hana agreed, heart thrumming from that wink alone. “One of those.” “And a Molson for me,” the brunette added. She waited until the bartender set about getting the beer and making the drink to turn to Hana. “Brigitte.” She stuck out her hand. “Hana.” Hana shook her hand and took her in. She was tall, though most people were in comparison. She had some serious muscles on her, like she was totally built. There was even a tattoo peeking out from under the short sleeve of her shirt. She was really pretty too. For all her muscle, her face was soft and sweet with big brown eyes like a doe. Hana wished she had something cool or suave to say but… all she could think of was “Hi.” “Hi,” Brigitte laughed warmly. Not like she was laughing at Hana for the silly introduction, but more like she was happy. “I hope you don’t mind me butting in. This drink, it’s got that crazy name – tabernacle crush – but it’s so good. I found out about it a few weeks ago. I’ve been drinking them non-stop. This is the first night I’ve had a beer in ages.” Hana was immediately charmed by Brigitte’s apology for the intrusion. An alpha would never. So insufferable the way they think they know everything omegas want. This was so much softer and sweeter; Brigitte just wanted to share her favorite drink. “No, it’s cool,” Hana assured. “You can totally sit and drink with me, if you want?” Right on time the bartender returned with a tall glass. The drink itself was kind of yellow with bits of fruit and leaf in there. Brigitte’s drink was just a standard tan beer with foam at the top. Hana took a sip of hers and the alcohol was strong, but it tasted good. “Oh, I like this,” she said, all too pleased. “Want to bore each other with small talk?” Brigitte asked, but she had a big smile on her face like there was nothing she wanted more. “Yes, please!” Hana agreed. Small talk was kind of a luxury for her. So many fans already knew so much about her, she never got to answer ordinary questions anymore. Sometimes interviewers asked her boring questions, but it was stuff about her upcoming projects or her favorite video game like she hadn’t answered that a million times already. “Sooo,” Brigitte took a sip of her beer. “Are you from Vancouver?” “Nope,” Hana shook her head. “I live in Seoul, South Korea.” Brigitte nearly choked on her drink. She swallowed quickly. “Wait, what? Seriously? No way, I’m supposed to be the cool and mysterious foreigner.” “Huh?” “Yeah, I’m from Sweden. Though, I’ve been going to university in Germany for the past two years.” Hana was somehow relieved to find another non-native. It felt nice to know she wasn’t the only one alone in this city. Though, Brigitte definitely seemed comfortable here. “A world traveler, huh?” Hana said curiously. “Oh, no. It’s not like that.” Brigitte laughed. “Not really. More studying than traveling. I’m just doing a semester here before I go back to Germany.” The likelihood that this would be some kind of lasting relationship was effectively dashed. It was already unlikely considering that Hana was only here to film a movie, but it didn’t help that Brigitte’s residence in the city was temporary too. Still, that didn’t stop Hana from chatting her up. “What do you study?” Brigitte brightened, obviously enthralled by her career of choice. “Mechanical engineering.” “Oh, woah. This is good, I can totally impress you by telling you I built a motorcycle by myself a few years ago. Ah, well, technically my friend Dae-hyun helped. But it was mostly me. It was so awesome.” Brigitte was looking at her over the rim of her beer glass, eyes sparkling a little in the mood lighting of the club. “What?” Hana took up her own drink, suddenly too aware of herself and her hands and the fact that she wasn’t doing anything with them. She poked at the ice and basil leaves with her straw. “You wanna impress me, do you?” Brigitte asked, raising up her eyebrows. “Shut up,” Hana scoffed, but her blush totally gave her away. She looked off, behind the bar. Butterflies started fluttering around in her stomach, the way they always did around omegas. Ugh, this was so embarrassing. “Hey, I’m sorry for teasing,” Brigitte said sweetly, reaching out to gently lay a hand on Hana’s arm. “That actually is really cool about the motorcycle. Automotive engineering is awesome.” After a beat where Hana warmed up to her again and turned her attention back to the conversation Brigitte asked her “Is that what you’re in school for?” “Oh, no I’m not in school,” Hana said, feeling a little awkward. How do you tell someone you’re an international celebrity and movie star? That’s sort of a weird thing to just drop in a conversation. “No? What brings you to Vancouver then?” “I’m actually, uh, filming a movie.” Brigitte’s big brown eyes went wide. “What, really? I’ve heard that Vancouver is like a big film industry town. So, you’re an actress or something?” Hana hummed and sipped her drink. “Yeah, kind of.” “Oh, that’s cool.” Brigitte seemed like she meant it, and not like she was humoring Hana. “What kind of movie is it?” “It’s an action movie. There’s tons of car chases and stuff, but mostly I just sit in the passenger seat of a half-built car in a studio.” Hana’s first movie had been a ridiculous romantic comedy called ‘Hero of my Storm’. It was popular in Korea, but not so much anywhere else. She’d been in a few other things after that, guest starring on tv shows and cameos in other films. This was her second starring role, and her argent was trying to help grow her brand or make her branch out or something because it was a lot different than the stuff she’d been doing before. “I’m going to take everyone I know to see it when it comes out,” Brigitte said confidently. “And tell them all I went on a date with a movie star.” Hana laughed a little, and the tail end of that sentence caught her attention. “So, this is a date, huh?” “This?” Brigitte gestured between the two of them. “No, this is drinks at the bar. I was thinking we could go on a date this Friday, if you’re not too busy filming that is.” She winked again, and Hana was so flustered by it she could feel herself turn red. “Uhm…” Oh, she wanted to. She really wanted to. Screw it. Why not? “Okay, Friday.” She was pretty sure she wasn’t scheduled to film then. Brigitte took out her phone, opened it up to the contacts and passed it offer. “Here, put your info in.” Hana did, adding the cute bunny emoji and double hearts next to her name. She handed it back to Brigitte and had her do the same. Hana had no intentions of coming to the bar to get lucky, so to speak. She was mostly just looking for a place to hang out and spend some time. She had no idea she would meet someone so cool, and cute. She really liked Brigitte, even though they had only been talking for a short while. Unfortunately, she had noticed the time while putting her number in Brigitte’s phone. She should probably head back to her hotel. She had to be on set early in the morning and she wasn’t going to be that asshole who stayed out all night partying, showed up late, and totally screwed up production. She finished the last of her drink and fished some Canadian bills out from her wallet to leave on the bar top. “So, I kind of have to get back… but maybe you could come outside with me and wait for my ride to get here?” It was sort of a lame suggestion, hey wanna go stand around on the sidewalk, but she didn’t want to leave Brigitte’s company yet. Brigitte lit up, smiling brightly. “Sure.” Ah, well. She didn’t seem to think it was lame. She knocked back the rest of her beer and settled up her own tab. Together they walked outside. It was spring in Vancouver, but that didn’t mean it was warm. Especially now that the sun had gone down. Hana quickly requested a ride on her phone before shoving her hands in her pockets to keep them warm. It was quiet outside, with no pop music playing overhead or sounds of other patrons drinking and laughing. There was another bar across the street, one that didn’t cater to the specific niche of omegas. Hana looked across the way and saw a bunch of drunk alphas stumbling outside. She was suddenly very grateful Brigitte was with her. “So, is this the part well you tell me you’re actually a famous actress and I look like an idiot for not knowing who you are?” Brigitte teased her. Hana flushed a little. “Well… only in Korea,” she said honestly. Brigitte laughed, warm and sweet, seemingly thinking this was a joke. After a second, she quieted. “Wait, you’re kidding right?” Hana watched the alphas across the street just to have something to look at other than Brigitte. Ugh, this was so dumb. She was never usually so self-conscious. She didn’t actually care if anyone knew who she was. The millions of fans, the endorsement deals, the celebrity status overseas. She wasn’t going to brag about it or try to hide it, she just didn’t know how to tactfully broach the subject with someone she kind of had a crush on… “Oh, wow. You’re not kidding,” Brigitte said in disbelief. “I-" Hana didn’t know what to say. She was surprised when she felt Brigitte’s warm fingers on her chin. Her touch was soft and gentle in the way only omegas were. She turned Hana’s face towards her own, meeting little resistance. Hana had to tilt her head up to look her in the eye, but she did. God, she was so pretty. Hana’s heart beat a little faster in her chest. “Are any of your fans going to send me hate mail if I get caught kissing you?” Brigitte asked, something slightly mischievous about her tone. Hana’s eyes darted to Brigitte’s lips. Pink like flower petals, so kissable. They probably tasted sweet like Chapstick. In all honesty, she did have some intense fans who went overboard when they saw her spending time with alphas. Little did they know, it was her omega friends they should be more worried about. If she did get caught kissing someone it would be all over twitter and splashed across trashy tabloids in Korean newsstands. It was probably a bad idea to do it out in the open here where anyone could see… and yet she wanted a kiss so badly anyway. “Would that stop you?” Hana asked softly. “…No, I guess not.” Brigitte smirked before leaning down and pressing their lips together. Hana felt something soft and happy blossom in her chest. It was short kiss, soft and sweet, but it felt so right. It was a real shame when it got interrupted by the whooping and hollering of the alphas across the way. Hana pulled back and shyly went to hide her face in Brigitte’s chest. It was warm and cozy there. She could hear the muffled rumble of Brigitte’s laugh through her body. “Want me to say something?” She asked. “No don’t bother.” Hana shook her head. It was never a good idea to get alphas riled up like that. She liked that Brigitte was willing to step up and defend her, though. She especially liked that Brigitte asked first before hauling off and starting something. She liked Brigitte a lot. When her ride pulled up Hana had half a mind to wave them off so she could stay cuddled up to Brigitte a little while longer. Instead she pulled away, waved goodbye, and climbed in the back seat of the car. The driver was a beta, she had used an app specifically designed for omegas to safely request rides. Even though the beta didn’t have much of a scent, she missed the sweet smell of Brigitte. Hana was already counting down to Friday when she would see her again. She was suddenly very glad she was in Canada where no one knew her, where she could go out to the bar and meet someone new. She was glad she had taken a chance. It was worth it.

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