fortune cookie - santos
PAIRING - santos santos x fem!reader
CHAPTER - 1/?
POV - second person point of view
NOTES - please lmk if you’d like a part two to this!! (& i so petition to for more santos fics!!!) also this is sooo cute, i cannot 😭😭, i got myself smiling while writing it LOL. ps. more santos&nash content coming soon!!
SEMI-REQUESTED BY - @thegigglemeister , i hope you enjoy this as much as i did making it! xx
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Boot camp had a way of making you desperate for five minutes of peace, you were doing non-stop push ups, running, and hurdles. Well, your platoon was doing all of that, you on the other hand, you were ‘dehydrated’.
And that was how you ended up sitting on the narrow bench outside the medical office, canteen empty in your hands, trying to look convincingly miserable. You’d told your drill sergeant you were dizzy and lightheaded, you claimed you were dehydrated. Which wasn’t entirely a lie, but mostly you just needed a break.
Your legs ached, your shoulders burned, and if you heard one more whistle blow, you might’ve actually lost it. The medic inside had told you to wait a few minutes, “Just to be safe,” which was code for sit down and breathe.
You leaned your head back against the wall, closing your eyes, and then the hallway exploded with noise.
“Watch your step.”
“I’m fine.”
“That’s not fine, recruit.”
You cracked one eye open.
A guy was being guided down the hall by an instructor, limping noticeably, jaw clenched like he was trying not to react. His uniform was darkened with sweat plastered to his forehead and frustration written all over his face.
He looked annoyed and exhausted, but he also looked cute as hell for someone in pain.
Then he looked up and froze, you were probably the first girl he’d seen in a while, if not the first one he’d seen up close since boot camp started.
“Oh,” he said.
You raised a brow. “Oh?”
He blinked, clearly scrambling. “Uh, sorry. I didn’t expect company, this place is usually empty, or filled with guys.”
“Trust me,” you said dryly, lifting your empty canteen, “this wasn’t my first choice either.”
That got a laugh out of him, quick and surprised. “What are you in for?”
“Dehydration,” you replied with a straight face.
He glanced at the canteen. “Yeah?”
You wink. “Allegedly.”
He grinned. “Respect.”
Gosh, his smile is gonna make my legs go weak. You said to yourself in your head.
The medic nudged him forward. “Sit.”
Santos lowered himself onto the bench across from you, stretching his injured ankle carefully. He exhaled through his teeth, then looked back up at you like he’d forgotten where he was for a second.
“So,” he said. “You always hang out in medical, or am I just lucky?”
You laughed. “First time. You?”
“Unfortunately not,” he said. “Ankle didn’t like today’s training.”
“That makes two of us,” you said. “My brain didn’t like it either.”
“You’re not in my platoon,” he said out of the blue.
“Nope,” you replied. “Girls’ side.”
“Right,” he said quickly. “Yeah. Obviously. I just,” He stopped himself, then laughed. “Sorry. I haven’t talked to anyone new in a while.”
“I can tell,” you teased.
“Ouch,” he said, hand to his chest. “Straight for the kill.”
The medic stepped out, glanced between the two of you, and frowned. “Santos, you’re next. You,” she pointed at you, “drink this.”
She handed you a paper cup of water.
You took it obediently. “See? Dehydrated.”
Santos smirked. “Deadliest condition.”
You sipped the water slowly, eyes flicking back to him. “So, it’s Santos, right?”
He looked a little surprised you knew his name. “Yeah.”
“Santos what?” you questioned.
He slightly sighed, “Santos Santos, first and last name.”
You couldn’t help but giggle, you saw his face, a mix of slight embarrassment and curiosity. “I’m Y/n Y/l/n”
He repeated it quietly, like he was testing how it sounded. “Nice to meet you.”
“Under these circumstances?” you joked.
“Best circumstances I’ve had all week,” he said honestly.
That made your smile soften. The medic called his name again. Santos sighed dramatically and pushed himself up.
“Guess that’s me,” he said, then hesitated. “Hey, uh, don’t pass out while I’m gone, okay?”
“No promises,” you shot back. “Don’t break anything else.”
He grinned. “I’ll try.”
As he disappeared into the exam room, the hallway felt quieter. You finished your water, swinging your foot lightly, pretending you weren’t listening for his voice.
A few minutes later, he came back out, ankle wrapped, expression calmer. “They’re benching me for the rest of the day,” he said. “Worst news of my life.”
“Liar,” you said. “You’re thrilled.”
“Okay, maybe a little.”
The medic stepped out, arms crossed. “You’re cleared. Hydrate and report back.”
You nodded obediently, “Yes, ma’am.” but you didn’t move right away.
Santos noticed. “You sure you’re good?” he asked. “Wouldn’t want you collapsing dramatically in the hallway.”
“If I do,” you said, smiling, “at least you’ll know it’s fake.”
He laughed, shaking his head.
The medic made an impatient sound. “Y/l/n.”
“Going,” you said quickly, then glanced back at Santos. “Try not to enjoy your medical vacation too much.”
“I’ll do my best,” he replied. “Hard to relax when I’m stuck thinking about missed opportunities.”
Your brows lifted. “Oh?”
He shrugged, a little less smooth this time. “You know. Conversations cut short. People you meet for five minutes and don’t expect to ever see again.”
Something warm settled in your stomach.
You slung your canteen over your shoulder and took a step toward the door. “Well, maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
His eyes lit up. “Really?”
You smiled. “If you’re lucky.”
His grin spread, confident again. “I’ve got pretty good odds, a fortune cookie told me so.”
You laughed softly, shaking your head.
What a sweet idiot. You thought in your head.
He hesitated, then lifted his hand, pinky extended. “Okay, then. Just in case. Promise we see each other again before boot camp ends.”
You paused, then stepped closer, “Pinky promise?” you asked.
“Pinky promise,” he confirmed.
You hooked your pinky around his, his finger was soft and warm.
“Deal,” you said quietly.
He squeezed once, gentle. “Guess that settles it.”
The medic cleared her throat loudly, again. “Recruit. Now, or your privileges will be revoked.”
You slipped your hand free, still smiling. “I should go before I get yelled at.”
“Yeah,” Santos said, watching you. “I’d hate to be the reason you suffer.”
“Too late,” you teased. “Boot camp already handles that.”
You started to walk away, then glanced back one last time. “Don’t break anything else.”
“No promises,” he replied, voice warm. “But I’ll save it for after I see you again.”
You laughed as you turned the corner, boots echoing down the hall, you knew it was a slim to none chance of seeing him again, but it was nice having a conversation with someone new.
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