Warnings: Age gap (sugar daddy/baby if you squint), pet names
Winston was reclining in his leather chair, a crystal-cut glass in his hand. John stood in front of him, looking somehow both exhausted and wired. This was a common occurrence in the Continental – Winston looking far too relaxed given the circumstances, and John looking like he was readying for the next round of whatever war he was currently fighting.
You floated into the room, dressed in a flowing night robe made of layered gauze in a baby pink color. You wore a matching nightie, trimmed in lace, underneath, your hair undone and brushed out. Your bare feet plodded quietly along the cold tile floor. You didn’t get the chance to listen in to their conversation – which was private, anyway – before Winston lifted his brows and looked over John’s shoulder.
“How’s my princess this morning?”
John turned quickly and stared at you, confusion in his dark eyes.
“Fine,” you said with a sweet smile aimed past John at Winston.
“Breakfast will be up in a bit,” he said. It was well past breakfast, but you’d slept in again. It was hard to leave the comfort of your bed when you could so easily tempt Winston back into it. It hadn’t worked this morning, clearly, since Winston had had a meeting with Charon, and now with John Wick. If you were lucky, you might be able to get Winston back to bed sometime after lunch.
“John,” you said with a nod.
He nodded back, watching you.
“I’ll be waiting,” you said as you turned and headed back toward the bedroom, not quite clarifying if you’d be waiting for breakfast or for Winston. It was understood, however, that you meant both.
As you left, you heard Winston speak quietly.
“What? Did you expect me to have no private life because I’m so busy taking care of you? Really, Jonathan.”
“That’s not it. I just didn’t expect her to be so …”
“Pretty?”
“Young.”
“Jealous?”
“Impressed.”
Winston laughed and you nearly skipped back to bed.
Summary: Reader is sad because Winston is going to kill himself.
Warnings: Death, a gun, one swear word, angst, use of (Y/N).
Length: Short.
Readers gender: Not mentioned.
A/N: I decided to write ths because there isn't enough Winston content. This is my first fic, and English isn't my first language so sorry for bad grammar and stuff.
We were all standing around Winston, who didn't seem to be okay.
"It's growing." He mumbled, while lifting his shirt. Everyone looked horrified. "I'm not going to make it." He added.
"No, don't worry. You'll be fine." I stammered.
"No, (Y/N), I won't make it." He reached out his hand for the gun in Frypan's hand. "Please, please, don't let me turn into one of those, please."
Everone stared at him for a moment until Newt took the gun from Fry and gave it to Winston.
"Newt-" Thomas wanted to say something, but I stopped him. Newt gave the gun to Winston. "Thank you." He muttered. "Now...get out of here."
"Goodbye, Winston." Newt whispered. Afterwards he stood up and started to pack our shit. Everyone followed. Exept for Thomas.
"It's okay..." Winston said. "I'm sorry." Thomas replied with tears in his eyes. He grabbed his things to follow the others.
""Thomas...take care of them." Winston mumbled. Thomas nodded and followed the others. Now it was just me and Winston. I was trying not to cry, for his sake. I failed and I teared up.
"It's okay, (Y/N), it's okay." He muttered again.
I remebered the moments in the Glade where we would say that maybe, somewhere in another life, we would be happy.
"In another life, Winston?" I smiled trough my tears.
"In another life." He replied. "Now go."
I kissed his forehead and ran to the others. We walked on a dune, when suddenly...
A gunshot. Winston was dead.
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A/N: I hope anyone reads it, and if someone did, tell me if I did something wrong or atleast you opinion of the story.
Summary:Seeing as you're a Medjack, you're more than used to bandaging up your lovers injuries.
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“How are you always here?”
Her tone was one of attempted disappointment and slight amusement. There was a hint of worry of course, but if she worried every time I was here she would never stop.
“I work with sharp tools and animals all day. It's a given,”I shrugged, pulling my sleeve up and holding out my arm.
“It really shouldn't be,”she sighed, shaking her head as she wrapped a cloth around the bloody wound.
“But it is. Besides, you're always happy to see me.”
“I’d be happier if you weren't injured,”she insisted, pulling the cloth away and with it most of the blood, making it clear that it was just a cut from one of the Slicer knives. Nothing too serious but definitely nothing fun.
“As long as you're still a little happy to see me, it’s fine,”I shrugged, watching as she wrapped a bandage around the cut.
“Ah yes. Because nothing is as enjoyable as you getting hurt a thousand times a day,”she deadpanned, playfully rolling her eyes as she cut the strip just enough to fit over the wound.
“I’d say it's only like a hundred times a day,”I countered.
“Because that’s a lot better,”she sighed, gently pressing her fingers against the wrap so it would actually stay. When she seemed satisfied she nodded to herself and pulled away, patting my shoulder as she did. “Now you get back to work, and stop getting hurt,”ahe said, her tone part playful and part sincerity.
“I’ll do my best,”I promised, giving a two finger salute. She rolled her eyes yet again until I placed a quick kiss to her cheek as I stood up.
“Yep. It is definitely time for you to go. I swear you two actually make me throw up in my mouth a little every time you're together.”
“Shut up, Clint. Keep counting the supplies,”she huffed, not even needing to look back.
“And with that, I shall see you tonight,”I smiled.
“Of course. I’ll save you a spot next to me.”
“Bleh. Love.”
“Shut up, Clint,”she repeated louder. Figuring it was time for me to leave, I gave her one last kiss on her cheek before walking out the door with a bandage and a love sick smile.
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you don't understand how much i love winston 😭 i love him i love writing for him aaaaaahhh the only character i love more than winston is wednesday, but winston fits into plots so well ughhh
Can you write platonic gladers x child reader (8 - 10), like when their in the scorch trials
AHHH I've been thinking about writing a platonic fic for so long but I wasn’t sure if anyone would read!!!! This request is so good thank you so much
The Heart
Gladers x child! gender neutral! reader (platonic)
Set during scorch trials (movieverse)
Notes: I decided to format this as headcanons to make it easier. Where Teresa is 'The Traitor', Newt is 'The Glue', etc, reader is tattooed with 'The Heart'. This isn't really in the story, just a note for the title and a general headcanon
Warnings: everything that happened in the movie, i.e. violence, Cranks, Winston shooting himself, and one instance of bad language cause apparently I don't have other vocab
Aris
You meet Aris when you've all escaped from WCKD
He's a nice guy
When you're gathering supplies in that abandoned building he picks out a bunch of little sweaters for you
Idk I get a sweater vibe from him
You wear the sweaters when it's night time in the Scorch, and freezing cold
In the days when it's too hot to wear them Aris carries them in his backpack for you
But that's really the extent of your interactions
You've just had more time to build up trust with the people of your own Glade, so it's easier with them, but you're still chill with Aris
Winston
You didn't really know Winston back in the Glade
But it still hurts when the Cranks get him
He shields you away, not letting you see his wound when he shows the others
The Gladers help him do the same, hiding you from him when he starts looking worse
It's like there's some silent pact between everyone to protect you from seeing as many bad things
Your age seems to make them want to preserve your innocence, or something
Anyway, he always looks after you, until the end
RIP Winston :(
Frypan
He always had a soft spot for you back in the Glade
(everyone did)
That kindness doesn't stop when you're out in the Scorch
He always makes sure you've eaten, and he even offers you some of his food, even though he probably needs more than you
Frypan does his best to keep the mood light for you, cracking little jokes and pulling faces to make you smile
Teresa
For Teresa, you're actually a reminder of what the world was like
Look, we all know Teresa betrayed the group, and that was really shitty
But we can get her motivations sometimes
She looks at you and sees the people she should be saving, the people she wants to protect
You're actually a symbol of hope in her mind
She wants to make a cure so that people like you can live in a world without the Flare
Of course, you would rather she just not betray all your friends, but that's just how her mind works
For you, she's kinda like an older sister... or a mother (lol)
You always sleep beside her at night, and she'll hold your hand while sleeping so you don't have nightmares
Thomas
Thomas is actually kind of a role model to you
You admire his relentless no-one-left-behind mindset, and his bravery
He doesn't really have time to look after you like the others, but you always fuel his spirit with your unfailing optimism
He makes the most time with you at the end of the day, when you're resting
He comforts you when you're scared at night, staying awake to talk to you about simple things, or to tell you a story to take your mind off your fears
You cuddle up to sleep between him and Teresa, giving both of them some calm and peace, since you can tell his mind is always moving a million miles a minute
He's kinda like Teresa with you, actually
They both look at you as a hopeful future, something they have to work towards to protect you
But the difference is that Thomas works to get you and the rest of the group to a safe place, while Teresa... you know, gives you all up
Newt
You trigger some strange memories in Newt
He doesn't really remember, but he had a sister before
You remind him of what it's like to be an older brother
He protects you like his own sibling, making sure you get your sweaters from Aris' bag when it gets cold
He also defends you first when you end up at Jorge's warehouse
When the guard people are closing in on you, he shoves you behind him and threatens to kill anyone who touches you
Obviously they have guns and are stronger than the lot of you, so all you end up getting strung up by your feet
But hey, he tried his best, and it was all fine in the end
Minho
Minho is your favourite
(you're his favourite too)
He's snarky and to-the-point with everyone else, but he's always soft with you
Back in the Glade he'd always let you sit in the Runners' hut and chill out, just drawing pictures or messing around with sticks from the Map
Some days when it gets late, you get tired from walking and Minho will give you a piggyback ride
Usually you'll fall asleep on Minho's back like that, and he'll have to gently put you down, trying not to wake you
Minho's actually always carrying you
Like, in the hard situations - it becomes a regular thing
Some bad shit going down? Get on my back
He's carrying you when you're running in to the warehouse, and you almost get struck by lightning with him
Back when you were escaping the Maze, he was carrying you there too
Hope you enjoyed these :)))
Thank you for reading, and requests are open as always ❤
Hello how have you been, I hope well after a while since I requested and while reading some of the publications I turned on the focus.
An s / o that always carries a large backpack but have never seen what is inside (either out of respect or because it is well secured) and in a complicated situation his s / o says "I got this" and the backpack will be to show a puppet (either animal or humanoid) and when they fix their hands in their pockets they move, it is not remote techonologia are threads (basically a s / o with puppets of the naruto :V).
As for the fandom probably overwatch shimadas, junkers, maximilian, ramattra and Winston (platonic clearly, seriously I need to see more of changis bro, not as a couple but platonic at least not?)
As the last request I will leave some images for reference (extra points if one of your puppets is from your partner or friend in the case of Winston) as always do not forget to take care of your mental and physical health
If it is too complicated or you do not have imagination you can set it aside or leave it for later (actually it would give to be done on halloween. Uh Jaime Hugo write it down)
That was... a lot of information, but I think I understand
Overwatch with reader who fights with a puppet
Hanzo
Honestly he's kinda creeped out by puppets in general
So when you first pull out your puppet he's a little confused and maybe just slightly concerned
But once you two get out of the dangerous situation he asks a couple questions
Just the usual "where did it come from?" "How does it work?" Questions
He's a little creeped out by also a little impressed by it
Genji
He was always nosy about your backpack but didn't want to pry into your life too much so he let it be
And when you two were stuck and you pulled out your puppet, Genji was so confused
When he gets a proper look at your puppet, he'll start asking so many questions as he looks at it in awe
He thinks you're even cooler now
Kiriko
She never really wondered what was in your backpack since she assumed it was personal
But her jaw dropped when you first revealed your puppet
She was so confused but also so impressed
After you two are safe, she'll observe the puppet and comment on all the details and ask a bunch of questions
Junkrat
You know this man was so nosy about what was in your backpack
But he could never get it open for some reason so he pouted about it
All until one day when you finally opened it when you and Jamie were in a tough spot and revealed your puppet
And he was so confused cause what are you gonna do with a puppet? Oh... oh that's what you do
He's a little intimidated but also very much intrigued
Roadhog
He tried to stay respectful and stay out of your bag but he also really wanted to know what was in it
When you finally revealed your puppet he was immediately interested
He doesn't ask a lot of questions but prefers to observe the puppet himself if you'll let him
He's very impressed with your secret weapon
Junker Queen
Also another very nosy one. She's not used to people keeping things from her so she'll definitely try and figure out what it is
When you finally reveal your puppet she takes a moment to celebrate the discovery before actually processing what was in the bag
Then comes the barrage of questions about your puppet so prepare yourself
Maximilian
He's so paranoid about your safety that he was the one who gave you the puppet
He told you it was a defense mechanism for you in case you were ever in danger
The first time he saw you use it he was do thankful it worked
Now that you have that, he's more relaxed since he knows that you have something to protect yourself with
Ramattra
He wanted to be nosy and look in your bag but also didn't want to make you mad so he resisted
When you first used your puppet in front of him, his attention was transfixed on said puppet
He tries not to seem too impressed but it doesn't work he's clearly very impressed
He'll ask a couple of questions, but from the way he observes the puppet, it's clear he wants to know everything
Winston (platonic)
He's a very polite friend so he never asked what was in your backpack but that doesn't mean he wasn't curious about it
When you first used your puppet he was a little shocked by the... violence
But he quickly recovered don't worry
Please let him observe your puppet because he's got so many questions he wants to ask
"You don't have to lie to me if you want to be close to me" (Winston x Reader)
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A/N; when your brain's like "Focus? What's that? Never heard of it. Here's this random commercial that hasn't been on tv since you were 11." so I wrote and edited this in like an hour, hoping it would reset my brain while I drink a cup of tea... I don't think it worked.
It was rounding down to the end of Greenie day. The new boy was well and truly trashed on Gally's secret recipe and most of the boys had wonder off to their beds. Those who were left were the more "responsible" ones of the Glade, picking up those that thought the dirt was a great place to sleep or helping Frypan clean up what was left to ensure it didn't rot in the wrong place. And then there were the few others, sitting around the dying bonfire, most by themselves, some in small groups speaking softly about anything and nothing. You fell into the later with Winston, sitting closer than what was considered normal but not touching, not quite anyways. You'd been chatting about random things in hushed voices for the last hour or so, waving goodnight to the others as they passed you. You knew it wouldn't be long before Alby declared it bedtime and smothers what was left of the embers of the bonfire, but you'd take every moment you got before that happened.
You didn't spend much time with Winston, him being the Keeper of the Slicers and you not being a Slicer at all, but he was the first person you truly befriended when you arrived in the Glade. It was an instant connection that you both felt on that rather cold day in the Glade. You both assumed that you had known each other before hand, and some days you wondered to yourself just how close you had been before your memory and previous life were taken from you.
As Winston spoke softly, your eyes closed, losing yourself in the calm and security of being so close to him that you always felt when you were near, deciding to rest your head on his shoulder. He stopped speaking, flinching a bit at the sudden act before relaxing again, turning his head to look at you. "You all good there?" he asked, you gave a little shrug, knocking his arm with your shoulder "just tired." He was silent for a while before whispering "you don't have to lie to me if you want to be close to me." You smiled at this before opening your eyes, seeing he was still looking at you with those beautiful brown eyes. "I didn't know I had to have a reason." you whispered back, smile never leaving your face as he smiled too.
You both sat like that for a while, eventually you closed your eyes again and he rested his head on yours, enjoying the closeness and comfort that this night held as you could faintly hear Alby telling the others to go to bed, hoping he'd be kind enough to leave you both till last, so this moment could last just a little longer.
