Stargate SG-1: Daniel Jackson
WordCount: 241
T(W): Something grabbing reader's head.
A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long, my writers block has been ridiculous >.< GIF credit belongs to the OP.
Request: Yes, “Could you do a Daniel Jackson x reader where reader downloads memories (like Jack downloaded the ancient language) and they pass out and Daniel takes them back through the Stargate and straight to the infirmary where he helps care for them.” – Anon
You hadn’t realised that you had activated something until your head was grabbed and you were blinded by some white and blue lights. Whatever had a hold of your head was tight and you struggled against it, nails attempting to dig into the arms gripping your head. It was hard to focus on anything through your panic and your head began to hurt. When the machine finally let go all you felt was your legs give way. You hadn’t realised you had passed out until you awoke on the floor with your head in Daniel’s lap and the rest of the team looking on with concern. When Daniel saw you were awake, he asked how you were feeling and if you felt you could walk. You nodded your head and Daniel and Jack both helped you to your feet and Daniel encouraged you to lean on him for support when making your way back to the gate.
Daniel helped you through the Stargate and handed you off to the medical team while he went to do a debrief before coming to check on you after. You were asleep when he arrived and he sat by your bed and asked questions when any of the medical team came by to check on your vitals. He was understandably worried after seeing how the same machine had affected Jack previously and was concerned about your body would respond to the effects of the machine.
Tag list;
@keepingupwiththeskywalkers
@disneyoncerlover815 (unable to tag)
@fandomalert31
@make-me-imagine
@lollipopsandlandmines
Pairing: Pre-Daniel Jackson x Fem!Reader
Rated: E for Everyone
Part of Series: Dust Bunny [1]
Doctor Daniel Jackson is a man of many words and she can understand nearly all of them, even when the order he’s putting them in doesn't make much sense. He talks faster than she ever will and she doesn’t believe it’s the coffee at this point, though the man is hardly ever seen without a cup or a flask or a carafe of it. Idly, [FN] wonders if there’s something in the coffee that makes him go a million miles a minute, but then she accidentally runs into him once outside of work and realizes that’s just how he is all the time.
It’s an interesting thing, living in a not so small town around military personnel and running into one of your only civilian coworkers at the grocery store. Literally, unfortunately, as he zooms around a corner and crashes into her as she’s checking the label on a breakfast bar to make sure that it doesn’t have peanuts in it. Her cart gets pushed into her side quite suddenly, the small ‘oh!’ leaving her startling both of them as he realizes she’s caught between him and her shopping cart. He steps back quickly, apologetic and adorable with his long hair covering big, blue eyes in bigger glasses as she regains her bearings.
“Doctor Jackson. I didn’t realize you were on this side of town, too.”
She thought he’d live closer to the base then where she is on the edge of town, or maybe even on base considering how often he seems to be there. She somehow thought he wouldn’t need to do something as banal as grocery shopping, though that applied to anyone on SG-1 now that she’s thinking about it. Actually, she thought he didn’t even know her name but there he was, saying things like ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’ and ‘did Sam ever transfer that tablet back to you’ as if they work together more regularly than they do. She seems to have thought a lot of things that aren’t correct though, as he follows after her a moment later as they both seem to be heading to the same place (snack aisle) and he talks about his apartment hunt and how the Air Force wasn’t going to pay for him to live in a hotel much longer when other options were available.
They don’t chat, that’s something normal people do and they are far from normal. It would be over sooner rather than later if he wasn’t heading the same way as her down a narrow aisle, and [FN] actually wonders if she should just turn around and head the other way to avoid the awkwardness that is seeing someone from work outside of normal circumstances. Instead, they play this game that makes her feel like they’ve stepped right out of a book, double-speak spilling from their lips as they dance around the topics that no one else can know about. He follows after her, though why she can’t figure out, and all the while words spill out of him like rain from storm clouds.
Definitely not something in the coffee.
“Well, I have to go this way,” she offers, thumb indicating over her shoulder and away from the other man, cheeks already a slight pink from being under the direct attention of all… that. “It was good seeing you, Dr. Jackson.”
“Daniel.”
“... Daniel.”
“See you at work, Dusty. Uh. That is your name, right? Jack mentioned…”
“It’s [FN] actually, but feel free to use whatever Colonel O'Neill does, if you like.”
“I didn’t realize you two were that close.”
“We aren’t. Have a good day, Daniel.”
Weird has a new definition these days, considering the aliens and real secret government bases, but boy howdy is there something weird and amazingly distracting about that boy.
Plot: Jonas is not very subtle when it comes to his "hidden" feelings for Y/n.
Warnings: None!
Notes: I am taking this opportunity to write for soft boy Jonas, since no one has requested for before, which is despicable honestly. I mean, have you seen him? He's adorable. *The song mentioned is 'The Parting Glass' by The Dublineers (I prefer the version by Freya Catherine)
Words: 1.1k
General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo
Stargate Taglist: @hybrid-omegaverse, @gatefleet
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Jonas wasn't very subtle, even if he thought he was. The way his eyes were glued to you every time you were in the room. The way his eyes lit up when you were talking to him. Jack said he was like a love-sick puppy. Sam thought it was adorable, the way he seemed head-over heels for you. Stealing looks at you at any moment.
Obviously you noticed, but you were even more shy than him in some ways, and of course would say nothing.
You stole your fair few of secret glances at him as well. Admiring his bright smile when something exciting was happening. The way he was always interested in what others were saying. Watching him when he was so drawn into a book or problem that he was unaware of his surroundings. You seemed to be the only one able to pull him out of his thoughts. With one mention of his name his eyes would shoot up to meet yours, and you had all of his attention.
As much as you wanted him to tell you how he felt, you did have to admit, you enjoyed his not so subtle pining. It was new. And unexpected. No one had ever looked at you like he did. Every time his eyes would shine and his dimples would show when he smiled at you, you felt like you were on fire.
You wished you had the courage yourself to say something, to do something about it yourself, but that was a realm of courage that did not seem to exist for you. At least not yet.
- - - - - -
Jonas perked up as the sound of your laugh met his ears. Leaning back in his chair, he spotted you in the hall, talking to Janet.
He let out a soft sigh as he took the moment to study and admire your features. The way your eyes crinkled as you smiled, and the almost delicate curl of your lips. The way you tilted your head a bit to the side as you listened to someone speak.
Jonas stole every moment he could to look at you. These secret glances, where he didn't have to worry about you catching him studying your face.
Seeing you begin to look his way, he threw himself forward, back towards his desk with a loud clang. He closed his eyes tightly as he winced in embarrassment, there was no way you didn't see that.
Looking over towards Jonas's door, you spotted a flash of movement as he seemed to disappear from view, as a loud clang of his chair could be heard. You smiled to yourself before you continued down the hall with Janet. You felt your ears burning as he realized he had been staring at you again.
"He's not very subtle is he?" Janet asked with obvious amusement in her voice.
Your smile widened, "I think it's cute."
"Then why don't you tell him?"
"Are you kidding? He would melt into a puddle on the spot out of embarrassment and then he'd never look at me again."
She chuckled. "You might be right. Maybe he'll buck up and find some courage to ask you out one of these days."
You grinned at the thought. "We'll see."
Jonas slowly leaned back in his chair again. Seeing that the hall was now empty, he let out a deep sigh as he rubbed his face. He was hopeless.
- - - - - -
You were singing softly to yourself as you flipped through your book, searching for a passage of particular interest.
"Of all the comrades that e'er I had, they're sorry for my going away. And all the sweethearts that e'er I loved, they'd wish me one more day, to stay."
Jonas smiled softly as he listened to the soft melody. He was leaning against the doorway of your office, watching you. He had come in to ask about your research, but when he heard you singing softly, he didn't dare interrupt, and instead allowed himself a moment to watch you.
Finally spotting him out of the corner of your eye, you looked up, to see Jonas watching you. You felt your heart jolt, and you smiled at him. "Hello Jonas."
You saw the moment where Jonas realized you saw him, and that you had spoken to him, as his eyes widened a bit and he straightened up. "Oh, hi. Sorry, I was just- I didn't want to interrupt, your singing was lovely."
You chuckled softly "I wouldn't describe it as lovely, but thank you."
"It was." He defended as he stepped closer. "Really."
You smiled at him, feeling your face growing hot. "Thank you." You cleared your throat "Did you need something?"
"Oh! Yes, uh...I was just coming to see how your research was going."
"Not much better than before I'm afraid." You admitted as you closed your book. "Yours?"
"Same. I'm afraid we're both stuck."
You hummed under your breath "Perhaps Sam or Daniel have something."
As you stacked your books, you glanced back at Jonas, finding him already staring at you. You could feel butterflies in your stomach as you looked away again, unsure of what to do or say.
Jonas stepped closer as he pulled his journal close to his chest. "Y/n?" He asked softly.
Looking back at him, you smile "Yes?"
He opened his mouth, only to close it again quickly. Looking down and back up you saw him swallow before taking in a breath. "Would you like to have dinner with me?" He finally blurted out.
"Dinner?"
"Yes. Not in the cafeteria, I mean. Maybe we can get some food and come back here, to eat, together, alone."
You smiled at him "Yeah, sure. That sounds nice."
"It does?"
You let out a soft chuckle. "Yes, Jonas, it does."
"Oh, good, great." He grinned at you before he looked around, as though he was unsure of what to do now. "Uhm, perhaps we could meet up to get food later, around six?"
"Six." You nodded with a smile.
He nodded his head and smiled. "Six it is. Okay. I'm uh, I'm going to go ask Dr. Jackson about his progress, and I will see you later. At six."
"At six." You confirmed again with an amused smile as he began to walk out.
He gave you one last wave and smile before he disappeared, leaving you alone grinning to yourself.
As Jonas headed down the hall, he let out a long deep breath as his heart pounded heavily. As a grin spread across his face, he allowed himself a moment of elation and relief. He may be hopeless, but at least he could no longer claim to be a coward.
xx End xx
It's a shame no one writes for Jonas, and I'm sure barely anyone will read this. But I hope to write for him more in the future anyways. He is very underrated.
Title: Be Mine
Word Count: 816
Pairing: Jack O'Neill x Reader
A/N: This is for beta'd by my beautiful @lestradeslover . Thanks for reading folks, any comments and feedback are greatly appreciated.
You never really celebrated Valentines after you joined the SGC. You had joined after your marriage went a little sideways ending in a divorce and a few boyfriends that couldn't handle how much time you spent on base and not at home.
Now though, it was different. You met Jack after a couple of years of working in the development department at the SGC until you were tasked with working side by side with Major Carter on SG-1.
Jack hadn't liked the idea at first, they didn't need a fifth wheel and he was worried another scientist being on the team would make things worse. He anticipated that Daniel would fall for said scientist but oh how wrong he had been.
Within a couple of years of working with them and officially being a part of SG-1, it was clear you and Jack had chemistry. That spark between you was obvious to everyone. Stolen touches and brushes of fingers when walking or handing each other something, along with glances when the other wasn't watching - it was all there.
And it lasted.
Now it was a special date in the middle of February that you'd once loved years ago. You had learned to love it again with Jack; no matter what was happening you both managed the time to spend some alone time with each other. Even off-world.
Usually, if you weren't on Earth for Valentines Day it was celebrated on a different planet, in a tent in the middle of the night. The sort of kisses shared with no cards or gifts, just the two of you in the dead of night, all alone, telling each other how much love your hearts held.
It was the day when both of you made time to make sure the other was appreciated, not simply loved. You let him know that he was your everything, and told him the little things that were usually left unsaid because you were both so busy.
Which is why you were carrying his favourite dinner from the mess - steak and roast potato along with a nice apple crumble - to his office, alongside his favoured jello.
You'd called ahead and had Walter move his three o'clock briefing with SG's seven and nine to half-past four. It would put Jack behind a bit but that didn't matter as long as you got at least an hour with him.
You skipped the office door that had his name plaque on and walked through the briefing room, glancing at him through the window he was slumped over his desk, nose deep in a report or a memo. You knew he was deep in reading because Jack hadn't even noticed you come into the room.
"Dinner for one General O'Neill."
He glanced up, not really bothering to see who'd come into his office, "Just put on there," he gestured vaguely to the free chair the other side of the desk. When you didn't move from his left he looked up again, "Y/N," Jack said in surprise.
You cocked your head in amusement and placed the tray onto the papers silently, handing him the coffee and the red envelope. Grinning at the befuddled expression on his features you cupped his cheeks and planted a firm kiss to his lips. "Mmm," you hummed against him, "Happy Valentines Day, Jack."
He made a little noise in the back of his throat and then pulled away from the kiss, "Happy Valentines-" he paused and his cheeks went a little pink, "Honey I haven't had the time to-"
"Jack, it's fine," you assured and gestured to the food, "Come on, eat up. I know you haven't eaten anything today."
Jack grinned at the food in front of him - for mess food, it was pretty good. "My favourite." He set the coffee down and opened the card, reading it before he displayed it on his desk with pride, "You not eating with me?"
You laughed, taking the seat across from him, "I've already eaten, I ate in the lab."
After Jack had cleared the plate and shared the apple crumble with you, sitting across his lap, "That was delicious, I hadn't realised how hungry I was,'' he said deeply, his lips brushing the side of your head, "What did I do to deserve you, hm?"
"Oh, you musta been a Saint in a past life," you teased and tilted your head to peck his lips, "I have something else planned for when we get home.'' You fiddled with the star on his collar, "Involving you, me and our bed...and maybe some little negligee. A very sexy negligee..."
Jack raised an eyebrow, "How did you know I'd bought you a silk nightie?" he joked and grinned boyishly when you started laughing into his neck, "Oh, you mean you're going to be wearing the dress," he tutted at himself. "I'm definitely looking forward to that."
I’m currently starting a re-watch of Stargate SG1. Would you like me to write some reader-insert fanfictions for that? Could be episode related or not. :3 Whatever you like, just let me know.
Stargate SG-1: Cameron Mitchell
WordCount: 366
T(W): Mention of Murder, memory manipulation, false accusations
A/N: GIF credit belongs to the OP. Sorry this took so long!
Request: Yes, “could you do a Cameron Mitchell x reader based off of season 9 episode 12 where both the reader and Cameron have memories looked through and implanted” – Anon
It was a weird experience getting to relive your memories and be aware enough of the room around you at the same time. Like having a semi-lucid dream. You and Cameron both volunteered to be part of the experience so that you could report your findings back to SGC about how viable this technology could be for potentially training new recruits into the SGC. The technology was fairly simple in the sense that it allowed for memories and the emotions attached to be previewed and (potentially) implanted into another person. When Sam raised the concern about whether the memories could be tampered with, the technicians appeared to brush Sam off and dismiss the notion. When you and Cameron had completed your session with the machine you were speaking with Sam and Daniel while Cameron disappeared with the scientist who ran the memory experiment.
You met up with Sam, Daniel and Teal’c the next morning and were met with some form of police who had mentioned that Cameron had been arrested for the murder of the lead scientist on the memory experiment. You and Sam had gone to the lab to investigate from that angle while Teal’c and Daniel went to speak with Cameron. When you met back up Daniel and Teal’c mentioned that Cam had stated his head hurt and he wasn’t sure of what had happened and that he would just see ‘flashes’ of memory.
You and Sam approached the lab tech’s and requested if it was possible for memories to be implanted and if there was a way to distinguish a false memory with a genuine one. The tech’s had a think and brought Cameron in to see if they could determine the memory’s authenticity. It took Cameron reliving one of the worst moments of his military career for emotional authenticity against the memory of the murder. With this information it was proven that the memory was not genuine to Cameron and after a further investigation he was cleared of all charges. It was after this that you were all made aware that it was possible for memories to be erased as the perpetrator had the memory of the event erased from their mind.
Plot: Daniel helps Y/n to teach the local children on a new planet about the traditions of Earth. Most importantly, the tradition of building snowmen.
Warnings: None
Word Count: Nearly 1k
General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire
Stargate Taglist: @hybrid-omegaverse
*This is my first time writing for Daniel, so I hope you like it!
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Daniel said goodbye to the leading family of the village he had been visiting. With the most recent visit to a new planet, you and Daniel were left to befriend the locals, while Jack and the others went to explore the nearby area.
Looking around, Daniel felt a chill come over him as an icy breeze blew past. His feet crunched in the snow as he began searching around for you, wondering where you had disappeared too. Just as he began to worry, you suddenly cam bounding around the corner. You spotted him and grinned, and Daniel felt his heart skip a beat at the sight, but pushed down the feeling as you approached him.
“Daniel!” You began as you stopped in front of him breathless. He grew more speechless by you as you grabbed his hand and began to pull him along, “Come on, we’ve got a job to do.”
Daniel, finally able to speak, stuttered out. “A job, what job?”
After rounding the corner you had first come from, he spotted a group of village kids playing in the snow. Once you stopped running, you looked at Daniel with an excited smile,”They don’t know what a snowman is.”
Daniel stared at you for a moment before he looked at the kids, “O-okay, and...our job is too?”
“Teach them!” You said as you ran over to the kids. “Come on, it’ll be fun Daniel! All we’re doing is waiting for the others to get back, we might as well have some fun, while also being educational.”
“I don’t think building a snowman is...educational.” Seeing you frown at him in disapproval, he found himself smiling and shaking his head, “Alright alright, a snowman it is.”
You smiled in glee at his giving into the idea, and beginning to show the kids how to form the snowman, Daniel squatted down next to you, and unable to stop himself from looking at you, took in the glee on your face, smiled fondly at you.
One rather lumpy snowman later, you and the village children admired your creation. The children insisted on the snowman having four body segments instead of three, and the nose, rather than a carrot, was one of the planet's own unique long and pointy vegetables. Rocks were used in place of the eyes and mouth. Two sticks for arms were then used to drape a shawl over it’s body. And on top was one of the village children's hats, who insisted he wanted it to be used.
The children, excited about the snowy creation, ran off to tell their parents, wanting them to come look. You were left behind with Daniel, and one of the young village kids, who stayed behind, leaving their older brother to fetch their parents.
You noticed the young girl, whose name you learned was Yana, was staring up at you. Smiling at her, she looked between you and Daniel before speaking abruptly, “Are you two married?” She asked, in her native tongue. Which, you and Daniel had learned over the course of the last week, luckily it was a similar take on the Goa’uld language, which made it easy enough for the two of you to learn quickly.
You and Daniel both looked at her agape, before sharing a look of surprise and shared bashfulness. Daniel shook his head at the girl and replied, “No, no we’re not, why did you think we were?”
The girl responded quickly, “Because you look at each other the same way my parents do.”
You felt the back of your neck and ears heat up even more, and Daniel rubbed the back of his neck and gave a stuttered reply, “Ah, well, I assume, that is ...because we are close friends, and are...fond of each other.” He excused, and you nodded in agreement.
The girl stared between the two of you, unsure of whether or not she believed you. But she could press you no more, when the children returned, with their families in tow. You and Daniel shared one more look, that was paired with embarrassment, and blushing looks.
It was true that both of you found yourself staring at the other when they were not looking. You were close, and both, though unknown to the other, hoped for a future relationship between you. But pressing these thoughts down, you began to explain the snowman figure to the parents, who all seemed interested and excited to make more.
You and Daniel watched, as the children you taught, were now teaching their parents to build snowmen. You stood side by his side, an air of awkwardness beneath the amusement of watching the local families. Daniel, allowing himself to look at you, felt his heart clench at the familiar and glowing smile on your face as you watched the families.
Feeling Daniel looking at you, you turned your head and met his eyes. There was a momentary hesitation in both of you, but you found yourself smiling bashfully at one another for a moment, before both of your hands were suddenly grabbed. Looking down, you see Yana again, she smiled somewhat coyly at the both of you before pulling you with her to help make another snowman.
You and Daniel shared an amused smile before beginning to make a snowman together with Yana. While doing so, neither you nor Daniel forced yourself to pull away from the brushing of your hands, or the touching of your shoulders when you stood side by side. You met each other’s gazes with a more knowing look, as you now had an idea of what the other may feel in return.
By the time the evening was coming to a close, and Jack and the others returned, they were met in the village by not only an army of snowmen, but by another winter tradition that you and Daniel endeavored to teach the local kids. A snowball fight.
Title: A Zero Hour Snooze
Word Count: 647
Pairing: Jack O'Neill x Reader
A/N: This is set S08E04, the episode, Zero Hour. It's a fluffy drabble! This has been beta'd by my beautiful @lestradeslover . Thanks for reading folks, any comments and feedback are greatly appreciated.
When you came up from the control you stopped just after the stairs that lead to the briefing room. There he was, pacing his office - he looked tired. It had been one hell of a week and it still wasn't over yet. With a shake of your head, you walked over to the side door of the Generals Office.
"Tough day?"
Jack turned and stopped his pacing in the middle of the room. He cracked half a tired smile, "Oy, aren't they always around here?"
You walked towards him closing the distance and wrapped him up in a hug. "You're doing your best," you assured him, letting your fingers stroke the hair at the nape of his neck.
Jack hummed deeply into the crook of your shoulder while both of you gently rocked from side to side.
"Jack you need sleep.”
"Would you sleep at a time like this?" His voice was muffled by your shoulder only to pull back from the hug a moment later, a deep frown set in his brows.
"If I was in your shoes, yes," you insisted, placing a hand on his chest, "You're no good to anyone or SG-1 if you're dead on your feet, Jack."
He sighed in defeat, shoulders sagging he knew he shouldn't argue with you. He'd come to realise that long ago when you were part of SG-1, "Fine." He looked around his office, seeing if there was anything he could do before he left but when he saw the glare from you he raised his eyebrows and his hands in surrender, "Alright, alright."
"Come on. Bed. Now."
"Normally, I'd be excited when you say that." He pouted, but followed you to his quarters.
You closed the door behind him and removed your BDU jacket, and once he was near the bed you flicked off the light. There was just enough light coming through the window in the door that you could pick out your route to the bed
Jack let out a grunt as he flopped down onto the bed. He bunched up the pillow, hitting it a few times, wriggling his head to get comfortable.
You climbed onto the bed behind him, in a rare occasion Jack had become the little spoon and slid an arm through his, lacing your fingers with his.
"Go to sleep, I'll wake you in an hour." You whispered and kissed the back of his head, "Love you."
He let out a noise of acknowledgement and gave your fingers a brief squeeze. Before either of you knew it he was out like a light.
The door opened not ten minutes later, making you squint at the offending light coming from the corridor.
You lifted and managed to turn your head to see Mark stood there in the doorway, he looked like a deer caught in headlights when he saw you.
"Doctor O'Neill, I'm-I'm sorry ma'am-"
"-no, you leave him alone this is the first time in how many days he's managed to relax - he's only just gotten off to sleep." You hissed with a very warning tone towards Mark.
"I'm sorry-it's, urgent ma'am, I..."
You glared at the short man before resting your forehead on Jack's shoulder, "Jack, honey, wake up," you gently shook his shoulder. “Jack," you whispered, "honey you're needed..."
Jack jolted awake, "Wha? Oh god...it- it feels like it's been ten minutes." He mumbled turning towards you and the bright light coming from the door.
"It has," you stroked his arm, "It's urgent, apparently." You shifted out of his way and after he pecked your lips he was off out of the door.
You fell back down onto the mattress and sighed, this wasn't over yet. Collecting your BDU jacket you let out a yawn and shut the door to his personal quarters then went in search of two strong coffee's and then your husband.
