Rainy Day
Prompt: 'Rain covering your glasses as you walk'
Requested by: @spuffyfan394 (this was your mystery challenge request - I wont be posting your color or number since that will give those options away lol)
Pairing: BJ Hunnicutt x Reader + others (platonic)
Warnings: None! Just a short, sweet and simple drabble.
Words: 677
General Taglist: @criminaly-supernatural, @caswinchester2000, @imaginesfire, @rexit-mo
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You sighed as you looked out the flap of your tent. A chill ran over you as the cold wet wind whipped your face. Quickly jumping out and closing your tent, you turned and began jogging across the compound. You pulled your jacket tight around your body as you squinted your eyes.
Your vision became blurry as the rain covered your glasses. Slowing down to a walk, you lifted your hand to block the rain as you made your way blindly towards the mess tent.
Loosing your balance as you slid through a muddy spot, you let out an annoyed sigh.
"Having trouble?"
Looking up at the familiar voice, you saw a figure approaching. You didn't need to see him, to know BJ was standing in front of you.
You reached out blindly. "Ever tried to walk while looking through a glass of water?"
You heard him chuckle as he came to stand beside you, looping his arm through yours. "Allow me."
Finally making it to the mess tent, you took your glasses off as you got inside, shaking the water from them as you wiped your face. Noting the crowded mess tent, you figured everyone was too afraid to make the trip back to their tents in the storm.
Following BJ, you sat down beside him at a table with Hawkeye, Potter, Radar and Margaret. The table was crowded with others, causing you and BJ to be squished together, his hand was looped around your side, holding you close.
As you wiped off your glasses, Potter looked over at you. "So, decided to swim over huh?"
You smiled and glanced down at the food on everyone plates. "Oh, you know me sir, no wind nor rain can keep me from-" you paused as you watched Hawkeye pick up something unidentifiable up with his fork, "-whatever the hell that is."
Te others chuckled as Hawkeye gestured with his fork. "Meatloaf."
You rose your brow. "I think I'll pass."
"Oh, come on, you gotta eat something." BJ said as he moved to stand up, bringing you with him. You wandered over to the food and he gestured at the options. "I'm sure there something somewhat edible here you can eat."
"Yesterday's dinner, today's lunch, or tomorrows breakfast?" You asked as you looked at the food.
BJ shrugged his shoulder with a smile. "Like I said, options."
You chuckled as you both got a tray of food and wandered back to the table. As you began to eat, everyone looked around as the loud sound of rain slowed to a gentle patter.
A chorus of pleased mummers sounded through the tent, as multiple people rose to leave quickly, in case the rain picked up again.
"You know, when you're safe and warm inside, the rains not so bad. Almost comforting in a way." Margaret said, as she sipped her coffee.
"Yeah, about as comforting as the wind that brought me here without me having to move my legs." Hawkeye scoffed.
Margaret rolled her eyes, but you smiled. "I agree Margaret. I love the rain."
"Even if it's like looking through a glass of water." BJ asked softly.
You smiled, "Yes, even then. Though, the mud puddle that almost took me out, I can live without."
"Oh, the puddles around the compound are a menace." Margret commented. "I slid three feet in one during yesterday's storm."
"I took a trip down the whole road this morning, surfed like I was on an ocean wave." Potter added on as he motioned with his hand.
"Thanks for the warnings." Hawkeye said as he rose. "I'll heed them as I wade my way back to the swamp."
As he began to move towards the exit, the rain began to pour heavily, as the wind picked up, whistling through the crack in the door.
Turning around, Hawkeye came and sat back down. "On second thought, might wait a bit."
"Right." Your voices rang out in unison.
Pulling a deck of cards from his shirt pocket he looked around. "Anyone for a game of blackjack?"
xx End xx
I didn't have much of an idea for this, so I decided to write a simple comforting fic.
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