rebelcaptain & #11 (things you said when you were drunk) please?
No one knew for certain how Solo had managed to procure the Corellian brandy — especially since it was the good stuff — but after sustaining themselves on hooch distilled in a contraption cobbled together from various X-Wing parts, no one was going to ask.
Cassian had tried to beg off partaking in the imbibement, but Jyn had the fantastic ability to demolish his iron will with one look of her soulful blue eyes rimmed in dark kohl.
Also, there was the small fact of a challenge issued. He’d never met anyone half as competitive as Jyn, but he couldn’t refuse the gauntlet thrown down at his feet. She couldn’t possibly outdrink him.
Had his rationality and sense not fled him at the sight of her cocked eyebrow, he might’ve realized just how idiotic that thought seemed.
Cassian had been known to drink once in a while, but never more than one or two drinks, and he tended to stick to ales and lagers or mezcal. Somehow Jyn had managed to snag an entire bottle of the brandy, and between the two of them, they put a substantial dent in it until only two shots remained.
Jyn’s eyes had a glazed look to them, and she swayed slightly on the overturned crate she had repurposed into a chair. The makeshift table of plastisteel between them rested on another appropriated crate, and Cassian had a crate of his own.
He wet his lips and regarded the shotglass in front of him. He already felt like he might slosh when he stood up. The likelihood of him being able to make it to his quarters would be significantly lessened if he took that last drink.
“Why’d we decide this was a good idea?” he mumbled.
Inko knits and Toshinori naps. All in all, it’s a quiet evening.
Inko Midoriya was having a pleasant evening.
Lately she had taken to visiting her son’s dorms, occasionally staying overnight in one of the spare rooms. Originally she had only stopped for brief visits to check up on Izuku. Slowly but surely she had stayed longer each time, eventually staying too late one night talking with Izuku and his friends. They had insisted that she stay overnight, counting out all of the free rooms they had.
It had quickly evolved into her staying for a few days at a time, sleeping in one of the free rooms on the ground floor. Helping students with various things was common place for her - many of them were essentially living on their own for the first time, and everyone greatly appreciated her help. She enjoyed working with the students.
So here she was, sitting in a recliner, knitting resting in her lap, the common room mostly quiet. Her son was somewhere upstairs, messing around with his friends. Inko gave a content sigh and leaned back into the chair, taking a moment to examine her handiwork.
Meanwhile, on the couch next to her, Toshinori gave a quiet snore.
Oh my gosh I have missed your prompts! Please please please write a jealous Daryl over Carol and Tobin. Much love. x
It was the sharp hiss of pain after
twenty minutes of chopping and swearing that had Carl scrambling off the couch
and heading into the backyard. Daryl’s working and cursing had been incessantly
rhythmic enough to put Judith into a doze, so Carl left her in her playpen as
he went to investigate.
Daryl was stomping around in a
short circle in the yard, intermittently shaking his hand in the air and
holding it close to rub the pain in his wrist. There was a pile of chopped wood
to one side, a pile of wood yet-to-be-chopped on the other side, and in the
middle was the chopping block, looking worse for wear where Daryl had embedded
the ax head in it multiple times.
Currently, the head was a good few
inches into the block, sticking up at a defiant angle. It wasn’t hard to put
together that Daryl had yanked a little too aggressively and twisted something.
“What are you doing?” Carl asked bluntly,
stopping at the bottom of the porch steps and not venturing closer.
Daryl spun on his heel, and his hot
glare thawed a bit when he spotted Carl. There were a dozen colorful swear
words just behind his teeth, but he settled for seething and sending an
off-balance kick into the wood block.
“Keeps gettin’ fuckin’ stuck.”
“Well, that’ll happen when you
swing like a lumberjack.” Carl folded his arms. “Planning a bonfire?”
Daryl averted his eyes, pacing
twice in front of the stubborn ax. He almost looked embarrassed that someone
had caught him. That thought was beyond confusing to Carl. He had literally
watched this man fight a raccoon in hand-to-hand combat and lose before…
“Always heard winters up here were
a bitch,” Daryl grumbled. “Don’t wanna waste gas or power on heat when it
The balmy seventy degrees in the
air had Carl lifting an eyebrow.
Daryl didn’t offer any additional
explanation, but he looked leery of going at it with the ax again. The way he
was holding his wrist, it was still smarting pretty good. Carl sighed and
glanced toward the house. He looked back to Daryl.
“Dude, what are you doing?”
“You deaf?” Daryl glared at him. “Just
“I know, but there are about a
hundred other things that need doing before we worry about winter.” Carl
huffed. “Just seems like this is the chore farthest away from everybody else…”
Daryl’s neck straightened, and he
squinted. “You tryin’ to be an asshole today? Because you’re doing a good job—“
“It’s Carol, right?” Carl
interrupted. “Who you’re avoiding?”
Whatever Daryl had been about to
say, it went mute, and he stared at Carl with his mouth open cartoonishly. He
recovered quickly, blinked, and scoffed, going back to the ax.
“Bullshit,” Carl called out. “I’m
not asking for the novel here, but that’s it, right? She’s moving on, and you’re—“
“From what?” Daryl tilted his head
dangerously. “Moving on from what? Bein’ out there,” he threw a wild gesture to
the wall. “Bein’ scared all the time, feelin’ like…”
Carl was unfazed. Daryl could huff
and puff all he wanted; he didn’t intimidate Carl like he intimidated the
Alexandrians. He wasn’t getting off that easily.
“She’s with Tobin,” Carl said flatly.
“I don’t know what kind of ‘with,’ but it’s something.”
“Ain’t nobody’s business,” Daryl
“Look, we all get it.” At Daryl’s
comically shocked face, Carl smirked. “Dude, everybody in our group has known
for a while about…You and Carol are close, at least you were until we got here…”
Daryl pointed toward the town. “She
is doing her own thing. She deserves to be happy and for somebody to…to make
her happy, and if it’s with him, then fine—“
“But she’s not happy. Of course she
deserves to be, but she’s not okay, Daryl.” Carl frowned. “Tobin’s a great guy,
but he’s not…”
He let the statement hang, but they
both heard what he meant. Tobin wasn’t Daryl. Tobin didn’t know Carol the way
Daryl did, know all her feelings and thoughts, couldn’t read her or help her
like she needed. Maybe that was why she was getting with him. He was a blank
slate, with no history to judge her by.
Daryl looked wrongfooted. “Whatever.
Think we missed that window—“
“Fuck that,” Carl snapped hard
enough that Daryl stared at him. “Only way that window is ever closed is if one
of you is dead. So you can beat up on some wood blocks until you’re blue in the
face, but you can’t stand by and do nothing and then get mad that nothing is
The fight seemed to sizzle out of
Daryl, and he visibly deflated a bit.
Their group had never really had to
define what Carol and Daryl were to each other. They just…were. None of them
had ever anticipated a third party getting between them. The only person who
ever attempted was Axel, and none of them had taken that seriously.
Now, there it was, and here they
Suddenly the tough, invincible
Daryl that Carl had known for the past two years wasn’t so tough and invincible
in the face of this. It was weird to see him this way. And again, Carl had
watched him fight a raccoon with his bare hands.
“Hey,” he started, more gently than
before. “If it means anything, we’ve all been rooting for you since the farm.”
Daryl’s eyes widened, then he
snorted and looked away.
Carl relaxed a bit to see his
friend finally crack a smirk.
This kind of stuff was scary. Carl was
slowly realizing that things like feelings and relationships could be scarier
than any walkers or enemies out there. He used to assume that the grown ups at
least had their shit together and knew what they were doing. That illusion had
been ripped apart pretty quickly after the Turn, but it was still strange to
see adults like his mom, his dad, and Daryl struggle in such a relatable way.
Daryl shook his head and spoke to
the ground. “Yeah, that helps a little.”
“Got a better idea of how to spend
the afternoon than punishing a chopping block,” Carl prompted, nodding toward
the stuck ax. “You could teach me to use the crossbow. I think my arms are long
Daryl eyed him, snorted, and put
his hands on his hips. “Reckon they are, but I’m gonna raincheck that. Gotta go…gonna
go…take care of somethin’…”
He made a vague gesture and walked
away, toward the front of the house. Carl watched him go, sighed, and eyed the
impressive pile of wood, all ready for burning and keeping the harsh New
England winter at bay.