Been meaning to write this Hunk fic for a while now. I may also write a second part to it at some point. Please, do enjoy!
Warnings: Hunk being awkward, reader being awkward too, gender neutral reader, fluff.
Hunk was an odd man. He didn't speak much to anyone; the only words that would leave his mouth were mission details and previous successes which only he survived. He wasn't boasting, just stating the cold, obvious facts.
You liked that about him. He was a no nonsense type of man.
This wasn't your first mission with Hunk. However, this was the first mission with him where everything went wrong. Deep down, you were in a panicked state; you and Hunk sat in an abandoned facility, cold from the outside environment, which would soon worsen thanks to a severe winter storm. And if that was not dreadful enough, despite the mission being complete, there was no way for the both of you to get extracted tonight. You were stranded there.
You both fetched for any useful supplies; blankets and heaters were left behind by the people who used to run the facility. Hunk didn't say anything about it, but you were grateful for anything that could provide warmth. You wanted to survive.
A few hours passed. Your "bed", if it could even be called that, was in one corner of the room while Hunk's was in the other. Neither of you took any gear off besides your helmets and masks. The only danger currently present was the cold, so there wasn't a need to have them on any longer.
It was rare to see Hunk without his mask on. He looked tired - you wondered if he ever felt exhaustion, or anything for that matter. His eyes were looking down at the knife he hid in his sleeve, then he inspected his gas mask for damage...
Before you could even realize it, you had become lost by just looking at this oddity of a man, and he noticed immediately, swiftly turning his head to shoot you a harsh glare. It was hard to tell if he was telling you to stop or simply testing your courage. Regardless, you didn't look away from Hunk.
"...Quit that." Hunk demanded quietly before going back to inspect his gear.
It took you a moment before returning to reality. And after realizing what had happened, you opened your mouth to apologize but shut it before anything could be said. Hunk didn't care about apologies, only actions.
So you looked away from him, a faint red dusting your cheeks, and it wasn't just from the cold.
Some time later, you fell asleep, clutching the shallow covers around your body to stay as warm as possible. But the howling wind outside was a sure indication of that dreadful blizzard approaching, and when it did, the air in the facility became ice cold. It woke you up; your whole body began to shiver, aching from the harsh cold prickling at your body through the now pointless blanket.
You were not surviving this.
On the other side of the room, Hunk sat still, eyeing you and how much your body was shivering. Although he would never complain, Hunk was freezing just like you were. And as the icy air grew colder and colder by the second, he understood that his only chance of survival was to share body heat.
Bitterly, as he wasn't too keen on being touched, Hunk stood up and began quickly walking over to you. His motions alerted you; instinctively, you turned over, still shivering and clutching a completely useless blanket around your body.
"Sir?" You question, "What's w-wrong?" You shiver, lifting your head up weakly as Hunk lowers down to you.
"It's too cold - we're only surviving tonight if we share body heat." Hunk states in a deadpan tone.
Before you could say anything, Hunk reluctantly pulls you into an embrace, pressing your face into his broad chest; you felt your face heat up from the contact. You feel embarrassed in his arms, but at least you're warm now.
You're warm in Hunk's strong arms...
Soon, you're feeling more comfortable, now at ease next to Hunk as he keeps you warm and close. While you recognize he's only doing this for the sake of survival, you can't stop your heart from fluttering. You just hope and pray Hunk doesn't notice.
But he does. He always does.
However, Hunk isn't one to discuss feelings, they're unimportant to the mission... and to his survival.
Still, he feels himself relax slightly when your arm pulls him closer. He didn't hate your touch.
