#wug x reader

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I finally met wug outside of noir route still precious...

Anywho/lh, request for headcanons or whatever you wanna write, that continue to the one wug joining the crew headcanons you made? If that's allowed from someone who didnt give the original request-?/lh

with Captain Y/N Mark and Wug shenanigans mayhaps?

Ideas are mostly engineer!Mark (or any other of the crew if preferred) getting jealous and a bit petty that Y/N is potentially spending more time with the Wug because they're trying to help them get used to the ship and all or smthn ejfjjs apologies if that's too little or odd, I'm very, very bad at thinking of anything nonfnaf, but I have, wug brainrot.../lh

- Salt Anon

It’s fine to expand on requests! The Wug brainrot is HUGE so I get what you mean

.......

Honestly? Having a Wug bodyguard was one of the best decisions you’ve made, especially for this drifter whom you took in and treated with kindness.

He still sleeps in his cruiser, but gave you a beacon for you to summon him with should you ever be in danger.

He gets fast food for you and your crew from that Wug McDonalds on a regular basis. Even if someone’s not hungry, you tell them to never say no to a Wug’s offering.

You gave him a tour of the ship, smiling as you gestured to everything and your crews’ assignments.

Being surrounded by humans constantly helped him understand your language better, eventually able to speak it fluently and hold an intelligent conversation with you. 

He still refers to himself in third-person but he’s made a lot of progress.

The only crew member with some animosity towards Wug is Mark.

Of course, he’s insanely jealous of the big hulking alien deserter taking his place by your side. That should be him.

He only holds back the urge to hit Wug with a wrench bc you told everyone to be respectful to him (and we all know Mark knows a thing or two about “respecc”).

Luckily Wug isn’t really bothered by Mark’s clinginess. He just thinks it’s one of those “cute human customs” but will offer to punch him (Mark) in the face if he sees it bothers you.

[in-space-with-wug]

Sometimes, while tidying up your small space in Wug's ship, you hum. Whether it's bad or good or soft or loud, you hum to keep a little noise in the otherwise noiseless area - keeping time with the little beeps that the ship makes at times. You'll do it in other areas too, sometimes without realizing it.

Wug does, and at some point he starts doing it to. You don't notice it at first (mostly because you were either asleep or not around him) but when you do, you ask him about it. A simple, "Is that from your people?"

"What do you mean, Captain?" Wug turns away from the controls for a minute, tilting his head slightly.

"You were humming."

Wug nods. "You have been doing that. Wug likes the noise." You felt like he was smiling under his helmet, and you feel your ear-tips heat up slightly. "Was too quiet before." He starts humming in a more over-exaggerated fashion before turning back to the control panel, seemingly preferring to stare out into the vast emptiness before him.

Well, that was sweet. A smile creeps onto your face as you turn to keep doing your thing, eventually finding yourself humming along with Wug.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Got projection from the word gen, how about that with Wug(I have severe brainrot still and figured the word projection could work with a spacey boi)

- Salt Anon

"And this right here is Earth. My home planet."

"Oooooo..Wug find planet pretty!" The armored alien's eyes glowed with awe at the holographic projection you displayed, coming from a small badge you keep on you at all times. 

It's good for providing quick visual explanations to your crew during debriefings. Or, in this case, teaching your new friend about your planet.

He touched the hologram with a single finger, surprised as it moved. "It spins?"

"Yep." You chuckled as you gently flicked the hologram, allowing it to spin around and around. "This represents our day and night cycles. And this..." Tilting the badge at 23.5 degree angle, the Earth followed suit as its spinning came to a gradual stop. "Causes our seasons."

"Seasons?"

"Different weather patterns. Like it's hot some seasons, cold others, the trees change colors...”

“Ohhh.” Wug nodded in understanding, listening to your explanations of Earth. But he was mostly mesmerized by the hologram, trying to spin it to see the different continents.

You just smiled and let him have some fun.

You used to be so afraid of him. Though underneath all that scary and pointy armor lies a sweet and curious alien.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hiiii so I have a request so can you write a idea of a scene because I think you can do it better.

So the ship is getting attacked by enemies(I would imagin to be the alien lady) during that space battle a small squadron of enemies boards the ship and hold the crew hostage (Mack is their as well as co head engineer with Mark) with the Alien Lady demanding on where is the captain!!!!

While the crew themselves don’t know we’re the captain is even during the space battle but even then wouldn’t give the captain if they were there anyway!!!!

so it’s just a screaming match between everyone as the Lady starts explaining on what’s going to happen if they don’t stop lying and hand over their captain as She explains The crew just looks and sees behind the Lady and her squadron unsuspected the captain and wug slowly approach the unsuspecting enemies with their backed turned.

Just as Lady was done explaining and yells”now we’re is the captain?!?!!” “looking for me?” As wig and the captain knocks out half of the squadron behind her as Lady wheels around with some of her men near her in surprised as wug and captain start beating up the enemies before kicking them out as the crew watches.

(I suck at writing fight scenes sorry that it’s long)

“Damn, well this didn't go as planned.."

"No shit it didn’t-!”

"Both of you!! Shut up!!"

At the same time, Mark and Mack flinched as Lady stood over them, her eyes full of fury. Her squadron took over the ship after the gunfight, and despite the IV-II crew's best efforts, they all got rounded up and taken hostage on the bridge.

"The universe is at stake here and you're wasting your petty human breath arguing! Instead..use that to tell me where your captain is." Clutching the blaster in her hand, she went down the line of crewmembers, examining all their faces to see if anyone was going to fess up.

Yet their gazes remained downcast.

She sighed, stopping in front of Mark again. "Oh, so now you don't wanna talk? Aren't you close with the captain?"

"I am," he replied in a hoarse voice, glaring up at her. "I dunno where they are. But even if any of us knew, why would we spill?! We'd rather die than hand ‘em over to scum like you!"

Mutters of agreement came from the rest of the crew, frustrating her further. “No, you--you guys don’t understand how serious this is! There’s a much, much worse fate than death waiting for you! For all of us!”

“....and that is..?”

“The end of everything! All of existence is gonna get wiped out!! You and everyone in every universe will cease to exist forever if I don’t find them!”

“That’s insane.” Mack furrowed his eyebrows. “They’re our captain. They’re just..one person. How could they-?”

“THERE’S NO TIME TO EXPLAIN!!” Out of pure rage and impatience, Lady shot at one the lockers, leaving a smoking hole in it. But then she backtracked and looked at the crew with a sigh. “Actually..I-I can explain one thing. They were using this to hop around universes.” She held up her wrist, showing the warp device. “And they’re screwing up everything by...”

As she droned on and on about warp cores and temporal displacement, Mark felt a bead of sweat slip from underneath his red bandanna, nervous despite trying to look fearless. Yet he couldn’t help wondering where you were.

But his eyes then widened upon seeing two familiar figures sneaking into the room. All of the enemies’ backs were turned, guns pointing at his fellow crewmembers. 

They were clueless.

Mack saw the rescuers too and smiled in relief.

Lady noticed and scowled at him. “What are you smirking for? WHERE’S THE GODDAMN CAPTAIN-?!!”

“Looking for me?”

Hearing shouts of pain, she turned around just in time to see you shooting at some of her goons, while Wug attacked the rest. One solider attempted to shoot through his armor, only to fail as he was promptly thrown against the wall, before the bulky alien roared and attacked a few others.

Once they were down, he charged at Lady and knocked out the two men guarding her, leaving her defenseless.

All the while, you were occupied with freeing your crew from their restraints, starting with Mark. “Always in the nick of time, eh Captain?” He grinned as he brandished his gun, watching your back as you freed Mack next.

As they untied the rest of the group, you heard the sounds of struggling and saw Wug holding Lady up in the air, the blaster crushed under his foot. You huffed and approached them, stepping over the bodies.

“W-Wug..you..can’t do this!!” She choked. “You’re helping the enemy!!”

Only snarls came from him, much to her confusion. “You can’t talk?”

“Oh he can. He just doesn’t think you’re worth talking to.” You scoffed, smirking as her furious gaze went to you. “Hello again, Lady. Still keeping up this cat-and-mouse chase, huh?”

“Th-There’s no universe where you can hide from me, Captain.”

“Look, I don’t care how badly you wanna shoot me. But when you drag my whole crew into this-”

“I’M TRYING TO SAVE THEM FROM YOU!!” She screamed, only to feel the grip around her throat tighten. “T-Tell this...big...oaf to let me go!!”

“Oaf?! YOU CALL WUG AN OAF?!!” Wug bellowed, his eyes still glowing red. “SAY THAT AGAIN AND WUG WILL SNAP YOUR NECK LIKE TWIG!!!”

“You think you scare me? M-My species is highly resilient to pain..just so you know. We don’t..go down that easy...!” Despite this she was clearly losing the fight. You didn’t want her to blackout completely.

In fact, you’ve never wanted to hurt her at all.

“Lady, I’m trying to save everyone, too.” You attempted to reason. “But I can’t if I have to keep jumping across universes so I don’t get shot by you. You don’t think you’re part of the problem here?”

“I...I-I don’t...” Yet she couldn’t muster up a response, looking utterly exhausted.

“I promise I’ll figure out how to fix this mess. Just..get off my ship and take your friends with you. And leave me and my crew alone.”

Finally, she relented. “O-Okay...you better keep your word because time is of the essence. Th-The fate of..the entire multiverse depends on you...literally, that’s not a figurative-”

“I know. I’ve been knew. But thanks for the reminder. You can put her down, Wug.” You gave your alien ally the okay to let Lady go.

For a moment she just glared at you, and without another word teleported out of the ship and took the remaining surviving soldiers with her. 

With a relieved sigh, you reunited with your crew, seeing them already patching up the injured. Mark, who appeared relatively unharmed, approached you and patted your shoulder roughly, grinning at Wug.

“Gotta say, Cap. You two make quite the killer combo. I dunno what that lady was talking about, but I saw she had a cool bracelet like yours. What’s that about?”

Blinking, you looked at the warp device on your wrist. ‘She had one, too? Huh..that would’ve broken this universe for sure if she saw mine..’

But all you did was shrug, putting your gun away. “It’s a long story...”

“Ah, well. I guess it doesn’t matter.” He chuckled. “Let’s get some drinks and kick back for a while. This hard-earned victory of ours calls for celebration.”

[in-space-with-wug]

Sometime during your travels, you had noticed Wug wearing more things than usual. It was usually small accessories at first, like magnets (a popular Wug fashion choice), but at some point it shifted to Wug wearing a hat and a scarf. It looked silly, but it definitely fit Wug's character.

You never asked Wug about it, despite the way that Wug would ask if you liked it; you would say that you did, of course - "I like the scarf a lot, especially - it looks really soft."

And suddenly, a few days(?) later, you found yourself with a matching scarf - you had no clue if it was smaller or not, since you could likely use it as a wrap-around shirt/dress, but it was definitely the same color. It clicked when Wug happily called it your favorite color - even if it wasn't quite your favorite, at this point you didn't have the heart to tell Wug.

After having wrapped the scarf around yourself, you gave Wug a smile and told him that yeah, it was your favorite. Wug seemed very proud of himself, and Wug's accessories were definitely more endearing now knowing the meaning behind them.

Sure, maybe it wasn't really your favorite color...but it did hold a special place in your heart now.

[in-space-with-wug]

a/n: long internal monologue sorry ;w; i like monologuing hh -- just platonic wug fic ft card games ! i like wug a lot and think that wug would make a great friend :3 no title bc idk what to call it lol

It had been a while since you left your colonists in the hands of your trusted crew - well, your trusted Celci, at least. You always felt she would be better in charge of a large group of people, or at the very least she would have a good eye for someone who would be able to run them well.

You? All you had were your handsome and/or beautiful looks, so people tended to trust you naturally. That might be why one of the many aliens you met on your journey was so excited for you to call them in to ask if you could join them while traveling. Wug was a good friend, always happy to help - and you were a curious space explorer, much happier to be out on a ship rather than leading a large group of people.

Wug was certainly an odd fellow, as were the other members of his race - most, if not all of them, were named Wug. It was confusing, not being able to understand the language of the Wugs, but it wasn't like any of them were trying to propose to you because of your outstanding looks or something. Or maybe they were - you couldn't understand them, after all.

Outside of your stops at intergalactic fast food restaurants and the occasional visit to check out an unknown planet, it was just you and Wug. The time was passed mostly with card games or route making, or with Wug telling you about what he did before you started to tag alone with him. It was hard to understand everything he said, what with Wug's little grasp of the English language, but you understood that he was sort of a wanderer, looking for uninhabited planets for his species. Well, it used to be any planet until you convinced Wug that there are definitely other planets that are good for his ever-expanding species that are uninhabited.

There were times where Wug would buy you random things, because "Wug saw this and thought of you, Captain!" You've told him before to call you by your first name, but Wug got embarrassed about the thought of it for some reason. Something about Wug customs or something like that.

You really didn't understand this odd fellow at times, but he was cute. Like a puppy. Man, you really did miss Chica. She was a great pup, easily the best of your crew. If you could have put her in charge of the colony you would have, but you settled for putting her as the vice-president - not that Celci agreed with it, but since she was the President, she could do whatever.

Anyway, back to the present - existing with Wug in Wug's spaceship. Rather, you and Wug were playing an intense card game that Wug grew up with. You hardly understood how to explain it, but if you had to guess it was kind of like Uno, except the goal was to make the other person lose all of their while only having less than five cards in your hand? It was difficult since you couldn't understand some of the wordier cards, but you matched patterns together once you were able to notice the similarities between certain cards.

"Uh, so..." Your brows furrow as you stare intently between your hand and the pile of cards in front of you. "This one." You slap down a card from your hand and look up, giving Wug a toothy grin.

"You are doing very good, Captain!" For some reason, it feels like Wug is trying not to hurt your feelings. Wug draws a card before placing one down. "It says to remove two of your cards."

So Wug does notice your trouble with trying to understand the cards. Wug has likely been laughing at you this entire time beneath his helmet, though you couldn't truly blame him - you would do the same if you played this game with your old crew.

"'Kay." You put two of your cards to the side - you and Wug had 3 cards left each, even with you drawing and placing down another card. "Go fish," you joke.

Wug gives off a confused aura - or, at least, you assume he does, so you explain the reference as he discards one card before drawing + placing another. 2 cards for him, 3 for you.

"Go... fish?" the alien responds, eyes flipping back and forth before landing on you.

You crack another toothy grin before looking intently at the card on the pile and the ones in your hand. This one looked... "This is the one you played before, right?" you ask, placing one that looked like the card from before down.

"Oh! That is a retrieve two! You have saved Wug from losing! Haha!" Wug seems very happy about this development, and though it seems that you will lose again (Wug - 10, You - 0), you don't really mind. His enthusiasm is cute. It makes you want to pet his helmet and give him snacks.

"Oh dang, guess I played the wrong card." The smile on your face doesn't waver as the two of you continue playing. Though you still have no grasp of what Wug's language actually is or how to read it whatsoever, you do start to recognize the difference between "retrieve" and "discard" even though the words for them are uncomfortably similar.

The round, of course, ended with Wug winning. He collects the cards to shuffle them and put them away, before looking at you seemingly expectantly.

"Yes, Wug?" you question, resting your chin in the palm of your hand.

"You said you would teach Wug 'go fish.'" Wug tilts his head ever-so-slightly, and you feel your chest fill with warmth. You get up to find your bag of miscellaneous items before pulling out a pack of cards that you were very familiar with, down to knowing which cards were what due to the slight rips and folds on some of them.

"Okay, bud," you say as you sit back down. You give a rough explanation of the game as you hand out the cards, before telling your space companion that he can show you the card he's asking for and you, in return, will tell him what the number/letter on it means.

This does, eventually, lead to him referring to certain individual letters by their card name for a while, though you do manage to correct Wug on it. You, being amazing, didn't mind it all too much. Wug was a friend and learning about him was an adventure all of its own, and you were happy to be able to learn what you could.

[in-space-with-wug]

The first time Wug ever asked you to play a non-card game, you were confused. You had no clue if Wug knew anything like charades, and there was certainly no way the robotic giant could play Twister - their movement was much too clunky for that.

When the alien reached up to the left-back side of their helmet, and their face screen changed, you were floored. And very, very worried, until a minute or two later, a few shapes popped on their screen -

Two smallish rectangles near each side, a thin line separating said sides, and a ball sitting in the middle.

Motherlovin' Pong. An absolute classic. Who would've guessed?

After a quick explanation from Wug of how to join as Player 2 ("Grab Wug's hand, hold thumb, push."), you two were into the game, with the small white ball bouncing between both sides of the screen. It was fun, though definitely a little awkward on your end - the most you had touched the alien before this was patting them on the back whenever they seemed down.

Wug seemed happy when they got the first goal, and pouted a bit when you got the second. It went on like that for a while, the both of you swapping goals - until you got lucky enough to get two goals in a row, putting the score at 11-10. Wug's screen flashed the win screen showing that you were the winner, before it went back to the screen that first appeared.

It wasn't exactly like Pong from home, since it didn't have the start screen, but...it was still nice to have something other than card games.

Wug reached their hand to the same spot from earlier, their screen going black again before their eyes popped up. They asked if you had fun, and you confirmed that you did - it had been a while since you had even thought of the game, let alone played a version of it. And then they asked if you wanted to play again.

The two of you played Pong for a long while after that.